#ignore that his headband is green i fucked it up and it's too late to go in and change it cause i merged layers and all that shit

[randompasserbyer]

You ever wonder if Bdubs tried to comfort Etho in his death?

Still images under the cut

[jurrasicworldcc]

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous Fanfic

Title: [REDACTED]

Setting: Alternate scenario if Sammy died from the venom in “The Long Run”

Warning: Language and intense scenes

I do not own anything!!!

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Yaz held Sammy’s hand as Brooklynn injected the antidote into the cowgirl’s arm. Sammy’s skin was still green and Yaz uttered, “C’mon, Sammy. Wake up. Please wake up. Forget what I said, we’ll always be friends, no matter how far apart we are…It may not be easy or perfect but…Please…I love you…Like love love you…”

But…Sammy didn’t wake up. Brooklynn leaned in closer she didn’t feel Sammy’s heartbeat. The star shuddered and uttered, “We’re too late.”

Ben gasped and then Kenji clenched his head. Darius hugged Brooklynn and Yaz cradled Sammy in her arms. The athlete sobbed in her failure and screamed a blood-curling wail.

The rain boomed and went pouring. Darius and Yaz agreed to bury Sammy somewhere while the others got the supplies for the boat.

At a random part of the jungle, Yaz dug into the burial point for Sammy’s “funeral” and sobbed with the tears still running. She dug some more and then said, “I lost my best friend…and do you know the worst part? I had feelings for her…I had a chance of us being together and a chance at happiness…I blew it because I was scared of what my mom would think and also ruining my friendship!”

She wiped some of her tears and then heard Darius’s laughter. It wasn’t laughter that came from a bad joke about dinosaurs, it was one of a maniacs. Yaz was confused and asked, “Darius…Are you….laughing? How could you laugh at a fucking shitty time like this?!?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!” Darius finally calmed down. “Because it’s all so damn funny! Of COURSE, you could’ve been together!” He smiled. “Sammy loved you since the day you’ve met her. She even considered that moment where she confessed her whole spy thing “your breakup”. And she was nervous too! She told all of us!!”

Camp Cretaceous - February, 2016

Sammy went to Darius and said, “You’ve gotta help me, Darius! I’m gay for Yaz! She’s strong, smart, fast, and a really great artist! She gives me this strong feeling like if a cow kicked me in the stomach!”

“I…I’m not great at this but if I were you, I would do things for her while her ankle is healing, and she’ll like you.” Darius replied.

Weeks later

“Sorry it didn’t work out, Sammy…” Darius uttered.

“What’s this now?” Brooklynn asked.

“Sammy has feelings for Yaz.”

“Oh, my…GOD!! I have the BEST advice for you! Say, have you ever heard of “Flirting?”

April

“Yaz?” Kenji asked.

“Oh, sorry…” Brooklynn uttered. “She, Darius, and Ben went out for a couple of days looking for more food…Me and Kenji can help you when she comes back.”

“Oh, thanks, Brooklynn.” Sammy said.

May

“Why are confessing feelings so hard?” Sammy asked.

Present Day - June

Yaz shuddered and uttered, “Sammy loved me? You knew all along…She loved me and you…YOU RUINED IT?!?!?!? But why, Darius? You could’ve told me at any time!”

“Simple, she doesn’t deserve you, Yaz.” Darius chuckled.

“Deserve? But I loved her! I’m her Yasmina, and she’s my Sam-“

“SHE IS NOT SAMMY!!!” Darius screamed. “She’s an imposter! A filthy imposter!!”

“What do you mean-?” Yaz suddenly bumped her shovel into something metal sounding.

“Excellent timing…”

Yaz faintly heard the sound of Darius putting something on like a clicking sound but she ignored it and moved the dirt of where she banged her shovel at and then saw what appeared to be Darius’s decaying corpse and screamed. “IMPOSSIBLE!! How can you be Darius unless…”

You’re not Darius… Yaz looked at the other Darius who was now smiling evilly like something from a horror movie that Yaz and her mom watched before. “W-Who…are you?”

“I told you…” Darius then came out of the shade wearing what appeared to be decaying forms of the other camper’s items like Brooklynn’s jacket, Kenji’s watch, Ben’s fanny pack, Sammy’s headband, and also what appeared to be Yaz’s shoe tied to the fanny pack. “I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND!!”

That was the breaking point for Yaz. She laughed insanely and said, “My be-be-be-be-be-No, no, no, no! You’re a fake version of my friend and you’re crazy! I should know! You kept me and Sammy apart, you’ve lied to me, AND YOU’VE LET HER DIE! And now, you need to PAY!!!”

Darius laughed maniacally and then Yaz tackled him and began to strangle him. Darius choked and uttered, “If…you kill me…then you’ll never…URK-meet her…”

“MEET WHO???”

“SAMMY!”

Yaz then stopped and let go of Darius. He chuckled and she said, “You’re LYING! She’s gone and you know it…”

“Not this sack of shit and blood!” Darius kicked Sammy’s body aside. “The REAL Sammy! The one who will love and appreciate you for who you are and never let you go! The Sammy who will Iove you…You can be together…”

“Be together…How?”

“I’m creating a perfect universe and Sammy is in it! I can take you to her!”

“Oh, please! Please take me!”

“Why, of course, I will!”

The Genetics Lab

Darius finally activated his universal portal and Yaz took off her jacket and let her hair down. Darius held out his hand and Yaz took it. The two prepared to step into the portal and Darius asked sadistically, “What lengths will you go to so you can have the perfect life?”

Corrupt Darius Bowman found

Universe Coordinates received

Current Coordinates: UNIVERSE-69

Dimensional Trace initiated

Threat Level High

Universe Protection Protocol Activated



[sweeethinny]

Disney

Summary: Draco and Astoria go to Disneyland, and Draco proves to be a man who doesn't like roller coasters

AN: It's still the 23rd, so I'm still on schedule!

I got lost in the days, and I would really like it to be bigger, but I didn't have time to continue writing and I couldn't make it better / bigger LOL

Hope you like it <3 I loved writing about Draco being afraid of roller coasters, because I do too, even if I like the adrenaline

The fall is the worst part

*always good to remember that: I never went to Disney, so ignore any mistakes

AO3

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‘Astoria…’

'Stop it, Draco.'

'We are going to die.'

'Of course not, stop it, raise your hands! ”

'No! Put those hands down now! Merlin, we are too high. Astoria! ’

‘Draco!!!’

'We are going to die!' He shouted, closing his eyes as the cart plummeted down the roller coaster with impressive speed, the wind almost drowning him.

The adrenaline was making Draco barely breathe, his hands fastened on his seat belt, his loud scream joining with that of the other people, who seemed to have a lot more fun than he did, who was certain that this would be his last day on earth. Forget Voldemort and the Death Eaters, he would die in a fucking children's toy.

'Love, raise your hands!' Astoria screamed, arms in the air, looking as happy as she was on the first roller coaster they went on. ‘We’re going to stay upside down.’

'No, no, no, no.' Draco closed his eyes even more, hating himself for having opened them and having seen the floor very, very far away now, the cart starting its way to turn them upside down. He thought he might be sick. 'I hate you!'

'Of course not, stop being a crybaby, open your eyes, I will protect you,' Astoria shouted, and he felt her small, soft hand squeeze his. 'See, we can see the whole park from up here.' Draco breathed in as much air as possible, opening one eye at a time, still feeling the adrenaline pumping madly in his chest.

It was really possible to see the whole park, this was probably the tallest toy ever, and the looping had passed, but Draco realized that as beautiful as the view was, the day was sunny, and the cart was slow, they would go need to fall, and that meant that he would once again see death in front of him.

'Babe, I'm going to be sick.' He announced, when he saw the end of the tracks approaching, the fall was the worst part. The screams were already starting to increase and startle Draco even more.

'Love, take a deep breath, and don't look at the ground, we're almost there!' Astoria shouted the last part, as the cart fell with a speed Draco didn't even know was capable of being humanly possible, and the fall was frighteningly high.

His belly rolled and he thought he had lost consciousness a few times during the fall, unable to stop screaming and feeling the chill in his belly, his sweaty hand sliding against Astoria's, which forced him to raise his arm.

Draco didn't even know how he managed to get out of the cart when they stopped, his legs were so limp that it was ridiculous, a 10-year-old boy came out screaming that he wanted to go again, and he, at 25, thought he could throw up his guts out at any moment. Astoria looked much more like that child than he did, smiling from ear to ear, still wearing that headband with pink ears, and jumping with excitement.

'This is so much fun, Merlin .. We need to run to the next one, our Fastpass is now, come on Draco!' She grabbed him by the hand, pulling her husband. 'Come on, I can't wait, this is less scary I swear, and…' She continued to talk over and over, explaining to him things that Draco couldn't quite understand, still nauseated, and his limp legs prevented him to walk as fast as the woman in front of him.

He promised Astoria that they would go wherever she wanted on this vacation, especially after Draco took her to an island where the two ended up sick due to a virus, and were prevented from even leaving the room. But Draco thought she would choose Rome, or perhaps Greece, but not that she would choose Florida and specifically, an amusement park.

The hotel was beautiful, the food was great, there were animals close by and it was a great way to take a break from everything that was going on. Since he started studying alchemy, and working with potions, Draco had lost almost all the free hours he had before, being consumed by books, notes and tests, and Astoria had been promoted and spent less time at home, which meant that he spent more time working to avoid feeling lonely and with nothing to do.

They were both tired and deserved that break.

They were already on the fourth day, and so far, Draco had not gotten used to the nausea, the adrenaline, and the emotion he always felt when he went on one of the toys that Astoria took him. It was a little ridiculous, Draco admitted, for a wizard to be frightened by something made for children, but he was.

The terror tower had still been the worst of all, even if it was fun.

'I need to sit down,' He released her hand, went to an empty bench nearby, and sat down so he could breathe and stop shaking his legs.

'We're going to be late, Draco.' Astoria sighed, standing in front of him with her arms crossed, wearing a T-shirt printed with one of the Disney princesses, her hair in a ponytail, and that headband with pink ears. He would like to say that she looked a little stupid in that outfit, but he was finding it adorable.

'Just give me a minute, and a sip of your water,' Draco asked, feeling his heart slow down, in addition to his legs looking firmer.

'I knew you would be a crybaby, we should have brought Daphne along, she sure could handle going with me on the toys without crying about,' she said, her eyes fixed on him, but Draco knew she wanted to laugh. He laughed.

'Daphne would piss on her pants on the first roller coaster that put her on high, and you know that.' He stood up, more firmly, letting the woman drag him wherever she went.

'But she would do that with her mouth shut at least.'

'Yes, probably because she would have passed out and you would only notice it when the cart stopped.'

'Maybe.' Astoria smiled, looking at him. 'Do you feel better? I really thought I would see you throw up. Didn't you play Quidditch at school? This is almost like Quidditch. ’

'No dear, it is not. I am sitting in a runaway cart, which is not controlled by me. It has nothing to do with Quidditch and flying on a broom. ’

'You are so fearful, but don't worry, I'm here to protect you.' She hugged him around the waist, kissing his cheek quickly before going back to step up to the toy they were close to, a considerable line stamped the entrance, but Fastpass kept them from having to wait for hours under that sun that looked like it was about to melt them.

'I'm happy about that,' Draco kissed her back.

'I'm exhausted,' He fell on the bed, feeling his legs more tired than ever, his knees hurt, his calf burned, and Draco thought that all the adrenaline that followed him all day made him feel like a bag of potatoes.

'Yes, me too.' Astoria lay down beside him, her cheeks red from the sun, her hair in a bun, and still with those pink Minnie ears.

'I don't think I've ever had so much fun,' Draco admitted, looking at her. 'That last one, almost made me throw up.'

'I saw it, you were green.' She rolled her eyes, turning on the bed to face him better, her black eyes shining at him. 'You are so dramatic.'

'Astoria, you said you would start crying if we were late to go on that toy.' He reminded her, eyebrows raised.

‘We paid too much for tickets, I wouldn’t waste a minute even if I had to pick you up to move faster.’ He didn’t doubt that she would. 'I can't wait to go to Cinderella's castle tomorrow.'

'Merlin, I thought you forgot.'

'No, no, I even bought a blue Minnie headband, to look beautiful in the photo.' Her smile was brilliant, huge, as if that was going to be the thing she had been waiting for years. 'I bought one of Mickey's for you.'

‘I’m not going to use this.’

'Draco, please.' Astoria blinked, making that adorable pout. 'You will look beautiful, and the picture will look perfect on the album if you and I use it.' She gave him a quick peck, as if that would convince him.

And it probably would. Like, he almost threw up on all the roller coasters so far, and he kept going whenever she promised it would be fun and looked at him with sparkling eyes and that beautiful smile. It was shameful how Astoria had he in her hands.

'Only tomorrow, no more of this on the other days,' he said, defeated, being attacked with more kisses.

'I love you. And I promise that the day after tomorrow, you will not need to use other headband.’

[sohin-ace]

Rohan - A Day In Paris

Happy birthday to my lovely Giovanna @gio-is-writing . I love you with all my heart. Thank you for barging into my life and stealing my gangster's heart. This one's for you.

You huffed and dropped your heavy luggage in the hotel room you were staying at for your short vacation. You briefly glanced out your window, The Iron Lady greeting you from afar.

No time to spare, you had a busy day ahead of you, and your friend would not let you off the hook if you spent your short rare days in Paris lounging around doing nothing.

You took out your phone and called her, struggling to change from your heels to more comfortable shoes.

"Y/N, hello! How was your trip?" Your friend picked up, instantly greeting you with her unmistakable accent and you swore you could hear her sadism.

"Please let me rest, I beg of yo-"

"Nuh huh, sweetie. I have a big program for you and you will make the most out of your trip. You'll thank me later, trust me." She cut you off and you groaned, sleepy and jet-lagged.

Yes. You had to travel to the marvelous city of Paris for a conference meeting, but of course, you could only expect your best and only local friend to make you tour the entire city in a record-breaking time.

She had planned out for you a extended list of activities, museums, restaurants and places to visit during your voyage. Knowing her, you were impressed and almost suspicious that she didn't try to drag you out with her and forced you to meet 'your future husband' through many blind dates.

Losing yourself through confusing subway stations and vintage architectured streets, you eventually found yourself in your most desired destination.

Obviously, whoever thought of Paris thought about the iconic Pyramid of glass. That was the one place you always dreamt of seeing.

"So... That's the Louvre, huh?" You breathed out, almost in disbelief.

You couldn't possibly pass the occasion of visiting one of the most reknown art gallery in the world.

Looking around the vast plaza, you had expected much more people to crowd the area, but you were pleasantly surprised to only see a few strangers here and there. Good, that was much less anxiety inducing.

Not wanting to wait any longer and too eager to finally discover this magical place, you guided yourself in. The contrast between the loud sunny exterior and the dull and quiet ambiance inside forced you to relax.

Hours had passed by without you even feeling them. You were having much more fun that you'd have ever anticipated, even though visiting a museum all alone was a thought repulsive to most people. You loved every bit of it, walking through the  finely decorated corridors, immersing yourself in the eery yet pleasant quietness of the place, learning through the masterpiece's description, imagining the sculptures come to life.

You smiled. You were happy from this simple yet incredible experience. It was crazy how a change of scenery and how art could so easily move you, transporting you into new worlds, new horizons, and make you travel through times and spaces.

"It's like magic, isn't it?"

You gasped and instantly jumped at the sudden deep voice right next to your ear. You looked behind you to glare and maybe insult who ever had just almost given you the biggest heart attack you'd ever have.

"O-Oh my god!" You yelped, already too loud for the place you were in, prompting a few heads to turn your direction. You shamefully toned down, "Y-you scared the shit out of me-..."

"...I apologize, miss," The male's daggered expression looking down at your small frame did not match his polite words and soft tone. "I didn't mean to startle you, but you looked so deep in thoughts and you were blocking the view."

He pointed at the painting behind you and you decided to ignore his left-handed comment, moving a bit to the side and away from the painting. When your breathing finally slowed down to a healthier pace, you took the time to observe his features a little more.

He stood tall in front of you, his frame slim yet sturdy. You were striked by his eyes of emerald and his androgynous facial traits that seemed to soothe you even without contact. His dark green hair was meticulously styled to the side with an intriguing headband adorning his forehead.

You decided to not stare down his body in fear that his expensive-looking clothes revealing his toned abs and lean waist were actually not an illusion from your peripheral vision but his actual look.

Dang it, you thought, he was too hot for you to stay mad at him.

You looked to the side, and mumbled "... Apologies accepted."

"Wow. Took you a long while of staring at me to accept my apologies. Like what you see, maybe?" He quirked an eyebrow, his tone now condescending, which completely contrasted with his earlier princely behavior.

You gasped and clicked your tongue at him, "You-... Are you famous or something? Why are you acting so bratty all of a sudden?" You knew it, your friend had warned you about this type of guy. The type to act all high and stuck up, roaming art galleries and belittling others. More often than not, handsome and wearing sketchbook-filled satchels. "French artists, I swear..."

You saw him lick his lip before scoffing, as if you had offended him. Unbeknownst to you, the man was actually quite amused by you and did not expect this comeback. He had already long forgotten about the painting behind you.

"Oh you're funny. How did you know?" He smirked obnoxiously, stepping up slowly and looming even taller over you. "You should consider yourself privileged to even be looked at by the Great Rohan Kishibe."

You squinted your eyes at his bold ego, but also at the sound of his name. "Rohan Kishibe...? That sounds like a Japanese name. So you're not a snobby French city boy? Disappointing."

He let out a 'tch' of annoyance. How dared you slander his persona? 'Snobby city boy'? 'Disappointing'?

...'French'?!

Rohan huffed and closed his eyes. Oh no, he couldn't let you get to him so easily and give you the satisfaction.

"That's correct, you dense child." He buried his hands in his pants pockets, dismissing the look you gave to his shamelessly visible underwear waistband.

"Oh shut up, you can't be barely older than me." You huffed and blushed, avoiding eye contact with this man getting so deliciously on your nerves.

You wouldn't admit it, but you were quite enjoying this excentric man's company. His manneurisms and the small smirks he showed at your defiance stirred a little something inside you that just made you want to keep him here a little longer and waste his time. He did look like the busy type, after all. Perfect for bothering and messing with.

Oh but you certainly did not expect him to be thinking just the same as you. In any other circumstances, Rohan would have probably lost patience long ago and snapped, not wanting to spend another minute with the likes of you. But for some obscure reason, he wanted to get to you just as much as you did him. Push all your buttons and drive you absolutely wild.

Maybe it was the little grimaces you made at him that he hated to find cute, maybe it was how your small hands mindlessly held the velvet railings protecting the artworks. Perhaps it was your overall form so gracefully holding yourself up, a delicate sight for such a fierce lady. Or maybe it was that little lipsticked wide smile that he wanted to wipe off your face and kiss absolutely senseless.

"Whatever you say... Uh... 'Your Name'."

You swore you felt a vein pop on your flushed forehead. "It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. Get it right next time."

You rolled your eyes at him and whipped your hair out of your face with exaggerated and unnecessary sass. You wanted to giggle but held it back as he stepped forward and uncomfortably close to you.

You thought he wanted to strike you for a moment and froze as he leaned down and poked his index finger to your chest accusatively.

"Listen here, L/N, "He spat your name through gritted teeth and your mind was hazy with the heady scent of his cologne. "Keep that little attitude of yours and I'll pin you to one of these fucking walls next to these paintings. That'll teach you a lesson."

Your face warmed up and your breath hitched shakily at his bold 'threats'.

"Ooh~ woah there, partner. At least take me to dinner first..." You chuckled and pushed gently on his toned chest, trying to conceal how insanely flustered he had made you feel.

"... Fine then. Tonight 8 P.M. Right here, at the entrance of the pyramid."

Rohan straightened up and stepped away from you. The sudden cool air hit your red face and you widened your eyes, only then registering the fact that he had just flirted back.

"Wait... What?!"

"Don't be late."

"Hold on-"

And just like that, the 'Great Rohan Kishibe', as he had comically introduced himself, disappeared from your sight, continuing on his visit as if he hadn't just shamelessly stolen your heart, leaving you both a blushing and a confused mess.

What a smooth bastard. He was actually taking you to dinner.

It would be a fun trip to Paris.

Bonus:

"Girl I can't come with you tonight, I'm sorry." You told your friend on the phone. "I just met a super cute asian boy at the Louvre!"

She gasped and wanted to whine at you. You were leaving her for a cute asian boy? But soon her tone changed to a more suspicious one.

"Wait... A cute asian boy...? At the Louvre...? Does he, perhaps, by all means, coincidentally, maybe, look like a thot, with green eyes and stupid hair?"

"Yeah? How did you know?" You replied without hesitation.

"Oh that's Rohan! Can't believe you found him haha!" She chuckled, barely caring about trashing the poor man left and right, "Tell him I said Hi. Also, have fun, and use protection cause his dumbass won't-"

"Shut up! SHUT UP!"

[mistaeq]

Can I get a small drabble with a sick Rohan? Like his s/o has to take care of him but he's really stubborn?

Sick!Kishibe Rohan: Working Fever

TW // none

Thank you for your request♡ This is totally NOT a drabble. Inspiration carried me, and a small fic was born. I hope you enjoy this !! Sorry for the amount of time it took for me to post this.

SUMMARY: Kishibe Rohan is sick, but above all, is stubborn. Will you be able to properly take care of him? Neutral!Reader.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

You were pretty sure you had seen, from the half covered by the curtains window, his figure rushing out of his studio to run towards the bedroom. Damn it, you knew you shouldn't have trusted him.

You had left Rohan in the bed that morning, when you left to get to your own job. He had a high fever and a bad headache. You had noticed he was sick, because he took more than his usual fourteen seconds to stand up after his alarm clock rang. The mangaka groaned in his pillow, and tried to push up from the mattress, holding up his head with his eyebrows furrowed. He sat on the edge of the bed for at least a minute, and then slowly stood up.

All of this, under your shocked gaze. You had lifted your head up from the pillow, and looked at his disheveled green hair. Usually, you had no time to see it like that, since the moment you turned towards him, he already had a headband on. But now, he was there, clearly not okay, the red headband he had planned to wear, still on his bedside table. "Rohan...? Darling?" As soon as he heard you, he moved his head to slightly look behind himself. "Are you okay...?"

"Yes." he mumbled, stretching his back. "I'm fine. I'll just..." Rohan paused for an instant, to take off the greenish tank top he was wearing in bed. "I'll just go and refresh myself." he finished, throwing the tank top on the bed and slowly moving towards the bathroom. You were pretty sure you had seen a suspicious, red color all over his cheeks, when he turned towards you.

As he disappeared behind the bathroom door, you instantly moved to grab his topwear to check on it. What the hell. It was full winter, yet both Rohan's mattress side and his tank top were drenched in sweat and extremely warm. Needless to say, you started to worry for your boyfriend. This wasn't exactly normal. Plus, you had noticed he had kept on covering himself with blankets always more, that night. And he hated blankets.

You immediately stood up and walking away to the bathroom Knocking at the [Heaven's] door. - i am deeply sorry. - "Rohan?" you heard nothing more than just heavy breathing. No wonder, after some minutes you pushed on that doorknob yourself anyway, as you found your significant other in front of the wash basin, red faced and sweating.

"Oh, you're right, I'm... I'm taking too much time getting ready. Let me finish washing my face and I'll be out of here." he said, clearly understanding you were checking on his health and trying to play it cool. 

"You are not okay at all, what the hell..." you murmured, ignoring his attempt to look like he was fine and pushing his shoulder a little to make him bend down and press your lips to his forehead.

"What the fuck, y/n..." the mangaka almost scolded you, trying to pull away from your grasp. But his muscles were all the way weaker, that morning. You kept him in place and let go of him only after some seconds, grabbing then his wrist and pulling him towards the kitchen. "Oi... what are you doing...?" Rohan complained, stumbling on his own feet as you pulled him with you.

"You're warmer than an oven. This is fever." you stated, pointing towards the armchair as soon as you got to the living room, right in front of the kitchen. "Sit." Rohan was so stubborn, you were aware you would have had to raise your voice if you wanted him to listen to what you were telling him.

"Y/n, I gotta get some manga pages drawn for tomorrow, I really have no time-"

"Sit." you repeated, moving the armchair towards him with your stand. "I'll get a warm cup of tea prepared for you. It helps." your asserting voice convinced him, as he sat and witnessed you sticking a thermometer in his mouth.

"Y/n!" the green haired protested, pouting with the cold medical tool in his mouth. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, like a grumpy baby about to throw a tantrum. He so desperately wanted to go and get to start working on his manga, Pink Dark Boy. What if maybe... just maybe, he could get you to change your mind with a little trick... "Heaven's Door." he whispered, right when you turned around to go and prepare him some tea.

Your boyfriend's stand, in fact, showed up, slowly walking towards you. No wonder, the mangaka would have wanted it to move in a quicker way, but... "What is this sound..." you asked yourself, hearing little feet sounds. You turned around, to get greeted by a weak Heaven's Door, red cheeked and tired looking, coming towards you. What hurt you the most, was that it effectively was Kishibe's soul. What kinda tiredness and burden did he carry inside of him, apart from fever? "Oh, Heaven's Door..." you murmured, being deeply sorry. It didn't even have the strength to attack you as Rohan would have wanted.

"I'm cold..." the mangaka said in a low voice, kinda hoping you wouldn't have heard it, while you were busy observing his stand. But you did hear him. You didn't move from the kitchen stoves, this is why the green haired, stubborn boy got surprised, when he saw your stand rushing towards him with a blanket. "Y/n... come on, no..." he tried to protest, as strong arms covered him and caressed his head. You giggled at his cute, tired voice trying to get your stand away from him, as you picked Heaven's Door up, just like a baby, kissing its warm, red cheek.

"Who's the cutest? Who is it?" differently fron Rohan - if we can afford to say so, since it's his own soul -, the little porcelain colored guy loved being praised and being taken care of. You were aware of it, as it giggled and if possible, blushed even more, not for the fever, but for the compliments. As you waited for the sick mangaka's tea to be ready, you approached his armchair, giggling. "Look at your stand, so cute... how would you feel about having/adopting a baby?"

Kishibe spat out the thermometer, as your stand luckily caught it before it broke on the ground. "A BABY?" he coughed. "DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE THE TIME AND THE WILL TO HAVE ONE?" he squealed, his voice making it difficult to scream properly, you laughing and letting Heaven's Door down.

"No, Rohan, not at all..." you said, letting him understand you were being rather sarcastic. Your stand sticked the thermometer in your hands. "Let's see how bad your fever is..." your eyes widened, staring at the result. Damn, 39,5 °C. More or less 102 °F. This was a high one. Poor boyfriend of yours... especially considering how bad he cares about fulfilling his work expectations. But you wouldn't have let him even think about working. That you hadn't considered a little insignificant detail, which hit you when you heard your phone ringing.

Oh dear. Sick boyfriend, the thermometer, the tea, the phone... Somehow, you saw Heaven's Door's little hands grab your cell phone and hand it to you. Really, really sweet of it. But... "Rohan, love, please don't make your stand do many tasks. As you're sick, it is sick, too." you whispered, before squeezing the phone between your shoulder and your cheek, while walking back in the kitchen and checking on the tea's state. "Yes?" on the other side of the phone, obviously, your boss.

You had found yourself so many times complaining about how strict your boss was, and you perfectly knew that being absent would have caused him to get very, very angry at you. Worrying and taking care of Rohan, you had forgotten to tell him that you would have been late. For that, your boss was really furious, and told you that if you wouldn't have managed to get there in less than ten minutes, you would have been fired immediately.

On the verge of tears, you quickly shoved the cup of tea in your boyfriend's hands, and ran to the bathroom to wash and get dressed. The mangaka had noticed that your mood had suddenly changed, but you also didn't want him to get worried about you. So, you immediately washed your face to avoid stray tears to come out of your eyes. The green haired artist had never been so sick before, and you kinda knew that it would have been better for you to be by his side. But your boss would have never listened to you or cared about it, anyway.

Also, you knew Rohan enough to know that as soon as you would have put your foot out of the door, he would have rushed to his studio and started to draw, and work, and write for his manga, despite his high fever. And that was exactly the thing you wanted to avoid. In fact, he had moved in your bed, the cup of warm tea in his hands, when you kissed his boiling forehead to say bye, as you were about to head to your office. "I know your manga is important. Everyone's job is important to earn money and relevance. But Rohan, please. Even more important than salary is health. And you really, really lack it now."

He stared at you, sweating but still feeling cold, as he curled up a little more in the blanket. The thought of him faking obedience ran through your head, but you'd rather think this time he'll realize he can't overwork himself while he has a high fever. "I get it, y/n. I won't work, today. Promise." Kishibe Rohan was promising. Maybe you felt your heart relax. Maybe now you knew he would have listened to you. You rushed out of the house with a doubt, anyway.

You couldn't help but notice how quickly he had agreed with you that it was better for him not to work, after he had been insisting he needed to draw for his manga until the previous minute. Suspicious. This made you worry. Hoping he could be so smart to understand he just couldn't even try to work in his condition.

As soon as you got to work, you couldn't avoid receiving a long, annoying, exhausting speech from your boss. It almost felt like a lesson about not being late or not being absent without a proper reason. But you couldn't even hear any of his words, to be completely honest. Your mind was all the way focused on how was Rohan, what could he be doing, and whether he was really resting or had lied to you when he promised. Hours passed slower than a snail, you were eager to get home and check on your man, to see how he was and what he had done while home alone.

For a second, you thought about doing what you were used to do every day: calling him by the phone everytime you came out of your office and were about to head home, just to hear from him before seeing him personally. But this time, you chose not to, because you didn't want him to know that you were about to get home. You wanted to "surprise" him in whatever he was doing. You realized that had been a good idea when you parked in front of your shared house and hopped out of the car.

You were pretty sure you had seen, from the half covered by the curtains window, his figure rushing out of his studio to run towards the bedroom. Damn it, you knew you shouldn't have trusted him. You weren't angry at him. You admired him, for his will to work despite his sickness, but you were disappointed. Disappointed because he had promised. Your trembling hands turned the key in the keyhole, and pushed the doorknob to get into the house. "Rohan?" You immediately called, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, sneezing into a tissue. "You aren't resting."

"Actually, I just came out of my studio." ...What? Was he being honest to you? Maybe you judged him the wrong way? He continued. "I was checking my latest manga pages." The mangaka slowly took you by the hand and brought you in his studio, under your confused eyes. "Look." he said, pointing to some familiar pages. You eyes lit up.

"The same pages as yesterday..." your eyes grew watery. You had grown touched by it. Rohan had listened to you. "You didn't work... I love you so much... I am so damn sorry for doubting you." you whispered, gently wrapping your arms around his torso and happily jump out of the room to go get some dinner prepared for your sick lover. "I'll prepare your favourite dinner, tonight! I'm proud of you!" you loudly told him, making his heart beat faster, in pride.

The truth is, Rohan would have never wanted to disappoint you. Because he was aware of the fact that working, drawing, and writing while he was sick would have made your trust in his regards slowly disappear and would have made you suffer at the thought of him overworking himself. He huffed, fixing the blanket around his body and slightly smiling, eyeing at the pile of new pages he had drawn that day, perfectly visible on his desk.

"Y/n, you always worry about me so much, I don't even know how to thank you for it." he mumbled, to himself. "What a good thing that this morning, Heaven's Door managed to write on your body that you wouldn't have seen today's work of mine even if it was right in front of your eyes." the mangaka closed his sketchbook, and after a couple of minutes, joined you in the kitchen, asking for your day at work and admiring the smile he made you pop on your face.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

the unseen one - 23

Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: i do realise i took rather long to post this but i’ve been having the biggest writers block to exist. hope you enjoy xx

Next Chapter

Y/N was awoken from her sleep by whisper like sounds. She lifted her hair from his chest, fist coming to rub the sleep off her eyes as her feet touched the cold ground. Slowly, she turned her face, a second instinct telling her to call James but as he saw him peacefully sleeping between the black sheets, she decided to woman up and go down the stairs to try and find the source of quiet yet very annoying noise. 

As she went down the stairs, the mumbling became louder and harder to ignore. It eventually led her to a small black door just shy from the dinning room, hidden as if entrance was forbidden. She took steps towards the door, the mumbling growing intense and loud. Y/N scrunched her face at the mumbling, not able to make out was it was telling her and as she went to grab the silver handle of the door, it mysteriously opened up. Had she not been in the underworld, it would’ve scared her. 

She pushed the door open, peeking inside to see a dimly light room with various glassed types of beautiful jewellery. Her eyes widened as she saw jewels of myths her dad used to rave about and precious stones all caged in glass. However, what caught her attention was a gold spiked halo like headband with various white roses at the base. Unlike all the other pieces, it was not shielded by glass, instead the pieces were shattered on the ground. She should’ve probably wondered why it was broken but she was entranced by the object and without even noticing it she had grabbed it. 

Y/N turned to the mirror, hands holding the halo in head and by second nature, she placed it on top of her bed hair, admiring the look in the mirror. She was in a trance as she observed her reflection in the mirror. Her trance was interrupted by Bucky calling her name. Quickly, she placed the halo back on its place, rushing out of the room and closing the door behind her as she saw James turn the corner. His worried look softened as he reached to pull her into an embrace, kissing the top of her head. 

     - Good morning, sunflower. - he relished onto the soft smell of her hair and how her fingers lightly traced his chest, caging him in some sort of Eden he wished he never had to wake up from. - What are you doing up from bed?

    -  Couldn’t sleep anymore. - she peaked her eyes up from his chest where she had her head laid to his serene face. Y/N always enjoyed seeing James after he woke up with his normality tamed hair all over the place and curling at his scalp. It were moments like these that almost made her believe they were a normal couple. - I’m sorry I woke you up.

    -  You didn’t. I probably overslept anyway. - he probably meant the fact that it was late in the afternoon but she was still lost in her love haze, slightly moving from side to side in his side. - I should probably return to my duties before we head to Eros’ and Psyche’s. 

    - You sure you can’t stay? - she fluttered her lashes at him, hoping that would suffice in making him staying with her for the rest of the day. 

    - I would love to, sunflower. However, I do have some work to go back to, specially with the Spring Festival coming around. 

   - Is there nothing I could do to persuade you? - she drew helpless imaginary circles onto his chest, the innocent smile stretching onto her lips. - I’m sure there is something I could do.

   - Stop being a minx. - he kissed the top of her head, breaking up their embrace to go clothe himself and return to his duties. That wasn’t something he did with ease as Y/N took it upon herself by quickly listing the reasons why he should not leave her, a mortal, alone in the underworld, a place for dead things. Bucky however managed to argue back all her reasons leaving her by her lonesome with nothing to do.

It was no surprise that Y/N felt slightly uncomfortable in Bucky’s home. Not that it was dark or stuck in the middle of the underworld, it was just that it was his home and she somehow felt detached from those who belonged inside it. No matter how many times she forgot he was a god, he was still a god, one of the three primary gods ruling over three earthly domains at that. She took herself to walking around, waiting for him to return as there was nothing much she could do. It wasn’t like she could return to Hecate’s grounds or go around in the Underworld like a subverted little red riding hood. 

After a few minutes, she bothered herself into convincing that it was a good idea to leave and go for a walk by the river. The meadows were a weird place, sometimes all she could hear was moaning and wailing while other times all she could hear was silent and somehow silent was worse. She didn’t know how James managed to do it, how he managed to live surrounded by such unhappiness when the Elysium was just around the river bend. Mostly stuck in her own inner thoughts, she didn’t notice the lady in front of her drop a basket, its contents spilling at hitting her feet which woke her up from her thoughts. 

She immediately dropped to collect what looked like thin gold like strands as the woman came rushing in.

   - Careful, your Highness. - she said removing the strands from her hands. Y/N scrunched her face in confusion at the title, she surely had her confused with someone else. - We don’t want any dead mortals today, do we?

   - Surely not. 

   - You know, I’ve been wondering when you were gonna show up, my Lady. You’re late. 

   - I’m sorry, you must have me confused for someone else. I ...

   - My Lady, I am never wrong. - she stuffed the gold strands in her basket, a smirk on her lips as she left Y/N there to wonder why wouldn’t someone in the Underworld talk like a regular person. 

Y/N shrugged, deciding it would be better to return to Bucky’s place before someone confused her for someone else. Happily to her, James was locked in his study which meant it shouldn’t be too long for him to either bore or anger himself with work and came back to her. In the mean time, she decided to prepare a basket of fruit to bring to the dinner and prepare herself in one of the gowns James had found stashed away in the attic.

   - Everyone I work with is a fucking idiot. - she head him bang the door against his hinges, showing up in the kitchen like a mad bull. As he took in the sight of his lover in her pale green dress, hair pushed away by various golden pins and hands carefully chopping various foods, his anger decreased, not wanting her to see that side of him. - Why are you chopping fruit?

   - It’s rude to show up empty handed to a dinner. 

   - So you’re certain we shouldn’t bail and do some of that persuasion you were speaking off a few hours ago?

   - James, I am not gonna let Psyche alone in a dinner full of born gods. 

   - Technically she is a goddess too, sunflower. You don’t need to take it upon yourself to protect all the mortals you meet.

   - If I can, I will. 

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[prettyboy-parker]

starker abo: homecoming

warnings: emotional and physical abuse (nothing explicit!), smut at the end, implied thorki, mentioned sambucky

words: 3.7k

“Jesus, he’s such a fuckin’ crybaby. I feel bad for Quentin.”

Everyone turns to look at the table across the cafeteria. Peter Parker, the world’s snootiest omega, is perched on top of the navy lunch table and bawling his eyes out. Loki, a lithe snarky omega, is patting under Peter’s eyes with tissues. His usual posse huddles around him, cooing at and petting him.

“I don’t. His performance in bed probably outweighs his attitude, if you catch my drift.” Sam snickers and Bucky punches him in the arm. The alpha lets out a whine and rubs at his shoulder. “Hey! What was that for?” He snaps at his boyfriend. Bucky just narrows his eyes. Tony finds himself looking at Peter again. He seems to have calmed down a little. His friends usher him out of the cafeteria, no doubt to help him fix his makeup. Tony could gag at how fucking prissy the omega is.

“You okay, Tony? You look a little pale.” Steve says, and Tony can’t believe he’s actually concerned.

“Jeez, Steve, I’m fine. Your motherly instincts take over?”

The table howls with laughter.

“Good one, Stark!” Thor booms and Steve rolls his eyes. Tony sends a wink at Steve, a group of girls heading towards their table emerging in the corner of his eye.

“Steven,” Peggy, the beta exchange student from England, pipes up. A few of her friends giggle behind her. “Would you come with me? I have to talk to you.”

Steve nods wordlessly, trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

“He’s smitten, I tell ya’.” Bucky slurs, tossing a crumpled napkin at Sam.

“Idiot. I’ve got to piss, see you in Calc.”

Sam groans and Rhodey shouts “TMI!” Tony passes a table of girls on his way out, and they all call his name. He shoots them a wink, opening the double doors to the hallway. It’s actually quiet in the hallway, aside from his combat boots thunking on the linoleum floors. He fishes through his leather jacket’s pocket, looking for his cigs, when-

“Watch where you’re fucking going!”

Tony stumbles back as he knocks into, well, none other than Peter Parker. He looks like he’s going to cry again as Loki lifts him off of the floor. The tan-skinned beta flips him a bird as they walk away.

Great.

✨👑✨

He can’t believe Quent would ever say that to him. For one, he’s not a slut. He’d never cheat on Quentin, he knows that, so why did he say it? Two, Quentin’s lucky no one was around to see Peter’s tears.

What he can’t get over is how Quentin touched him like that.

He’s heard of alphas hitting their omegas, but it’s always been an old wive’s tale, or whatever. He guesses that Quentin’s just stressed. He didn’t do so hot on his Pre-Calc test, so maybe he has some pent up anger.

Peter needs to send him some flowers.

By the time he gets back to his apartment, he’s already tried calling Quentin three times to apologize, but the alpha never picked up. He drops his Vera Bradley book bag on the floor with a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Peter! How was school?” Uncle Ben asks from where he’s seated at the kitchen island.

Peter breaks down into tears.

Uncle Ben takes him in his arms, holding him close. That’s the thing about his uncle, whenever he’s upset he just lets Peter cry it out, never asking for an explanation. Peter appreciates when his aunt gives him advice, he really does, but sometimes it’s nicer just to be held.

“I’ve got Halotop ice cream that’s calling your name.”

Peter giggles softly as Uncle Ben ruffles his hair.

Soon enough he’s cuddled under his silk sheets, a carton of peanut butter cup ice cream in his hands. In the midst of watching Cady and Janis mix together foot cream, his phone rings.  “Quentin 💕💕” lights up on the screen over a very flattering picture of his boyfriend.

“Hi,” Peter answers quietly.

“Hi honey, I just-um-wanted to say I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“It’s okay Quent, I was a bitch too. I’m sorry.” Peter responds quietly, stabbing his ice cream with his spoon.

“You kind of were. I’ll catch you tomorrow, okay?”

“Bye, love you.”

“Bye.”

Peter hangs up the phone, feeling emptier than before.

✨👑✨

“Anthony, you are not wearing that.”

Tony smirks and adjusts the collar of his leather jacket.

“Don’t worry, dad. I know Peter. It’s all good.” He replies, running a hand through his hand. Howard clenches his jaw.

“Come on, boys. We don’t want to be late.” His mother calls, ushering the two to the car. Howard still looks pissed as he climbs into the driver's seat, Tony scrolling through Instagram as they drive to the Parker’s. A picture of Peter appears, the omega posing on the hood of a cherry red ‘65 Thunderbird. His long, milky legs are displayed by his tiny red running shorts. A sliver of his toned stomach is exposed by his cream Coca Cola crop top. His almond hair looks like it’s blowing in the wind. Red heart-shaped glasses frame his face perfectly. The caption reads “Taste the Feeling! ♥️♥️”.

A small part of Tony wants to taste him.

He ignores that part.

“Now you behave, Anthony. This deal is important, we’re paying Benjamin a lot of money for his program.” Howard reminds him.

“Yeah yeah,” Tony replies, rolling his eyes and itching for a smoke. They pull up to one of the apartment complexes in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Tony begrudgingly follows his parents, the elevator operator nervously pressing the buttons.  The elevator brings them directly to Peter’s penthouse because of course, the Parkers have a penthouse.

“Oh, hello!” A voice exclaims from the kitchen. He stands awkwardly until Mrs. Parker emerges from the other room. “Welcome, all of you!” She exclaims, giving his mom a hug.

“Oh, Anthony, I remember when you were just a baby. Your mother came to me for a dress for a gala, and she brought you along. You’ve grown into such a handsome alpha.”

Tony flushes, embarrassed. His mom laughs loudly and pinches his cheeks.

“Peter should be down soon, he always takes forever to get ready.” Mrs. Parker complains, pushing her glasses farther up her nose. “Benjamin is picking some whiskey from the cellar. Why don’t you come sit down?”

Mrs. Parker leads them to the living room, where the couches are covered with blankets and the fireplace roars. Tony sinks into the knitted blanket, sighing heavily.

“Oh, goodness, I’m sorry I’m late!”

Peter Parker is at the top of the steps, in a tight, glittery maroon dress, looking like an absolute vision.

“Come down, Pete.” His aunt calls with a smile. The omega’s heels click on the hardwood staircase as he comes downstairs. He’s prettier up close, a silver glittery barrette holding his curls out of his face. Gold glitter is swept over his cheeks and eyelids.

“Anthony,” He says, scrunching up his button nose. Tony winks at him. The only empty seat is next to the alpha, so Peter daintily sits down on the couch. He smells divine, like expensive floral perfume mixed with the sweet scent of omega.

“You can call me Tony, you know.” The alpha purrs under the voices of his parents and Mrs. Parker. Peter rolls his eyes.

“Dully noted.” He snaps back, but Tony just laughs.

Dinner goes on slowly and Tony keeps his mouth shut. Peter’s definitely checking him out (or maybe that’s just Tony’s ego.) During the meal of lamb and beef, Tony notices a bruise blooming under the hem of his dress.

The omega gives him a glare and adjusts his collar.

✨👑✨

“Did you hear? We’re being assigned partners this time.”

“Ugh, gag,” Peter grumbles, tapping his pink pen on his pink notebook.

“I know,” Loki responds, eyes glancing to the back of the room. “I hope I get paired up with Thor, though.”

Peter smiles and picks at his cuticle.

“He better ask you to homecoming. I’m blackmailing him if he doesn’t by Friday.” He says nonchalantly, eyeing the burly blonde in the back of the room. He’s laughing about something with Anthony.

“Peter. I’ll beat you to it, you know that.” Loki jokes. Peter nudges him in the shoulder of his dark green sweater. The class quiets down when Ms. Hill steps into the room.

“Good afternoon, everyone. As you may have heard from the other classes, we’re starting our quarter project.” She announces. “I’ll be assigning you into partners, and you’ll be researching the impact and achievements of a Chinese dynasty.”  

The glass groans, a few pairs of eyes flicking around nervously.

“Calm down. It’s senior year, you should all know each other by now. I’ve already have your partners, so listen up...”

Peter studies his French manicure as Ms. Hill calls out their names. He gives Loki a wink when the teacher pairs Thor with him for the Tang Dynasty. It’s getting to the end of the list, and Peter’s worried that Ms. Hill might have forgotten him, then-

“Tony and Peter. Song Dynasty.”

The omega dies a little inside.

“Alright, get to work! Rubrics are on my desk, get brainstorming!”

The class disperses into a flurry of noise and movement. Tony slowly stalks over to him like the douchebag he is.

“How about you get the rubric?” Peter suggests, but it’s more of an order than anything. Tony smirks and places his pencil on the desk next to Peter.

“Anything for you, princess.” He teases, causing the omega to flush a bright red. Peter doodles in his notebook until Tony gets back with two rubrics.

“Song Dynasty. I’m fuckin’ pumped.”

This actually makes Peter giggle a little bit.

“Calm down, Anthony.” He quips back, a small smile on his face.

It turns out the two work together pretty well.

Tony’s definitely not a slacker, and had avid ideas that Peter wrote down. They settled on a comedy-style presentation. (Which Peter would neverdo, but who can say no to Tony’s puppy dog eyes?)

When the bell rings, Tony walks him to his next class, like a...gentleman.

Who knew?

✨👑✨

“Good morning Midtown! I’m Peter Parker, your SGA President.”

Tony turns his attention to the T.V in the hallway. Peter sits at the newscaster desk, in a navy and white tennis polo, a matching headband pushing back his curls, and two big pearls adorning his ears. Tony could purr, but he pinches himself. There’s no way he can be falling for Peter Parker.

No way.

The entire hallway goes silent, in awe of their queen on the screen.

“A quick reminder-next week is spirit week! The days are posted on our Instagram and around the school. Don’t forget to buy your homecoming tickets. They’re being sold all week in the cafeteria. Thanks, and have a wonderful day!”

Everyone resumes their conversation.

Tony slams his locker shut.

✨👑✨

“Oh god, you are not making me ride that.”

Tony laughs loudly and tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

Peter stands with his arms crossed over his baby blue Chanel sweater. His pink lips are turned down into a frown, button nose scrunched like it always is.

“I am. Unless you want to walk?” Tony coos, handing his helmet to the omega. His honey eyes glance down at the black helmet, then back up to Tony.

“You’ll keep me safe?” Peter asks quietly, his bitchy facade dropping. Tony’s eyes widen.

“Oh, of course, Pete. I’d never let anything happen to you.” The alpha responds, genuine care in his voice.

“Well, then let’s go, slowpoke.” Peter huffs, placing the ill-fitting helmet on top of his curls. Tony chuckles and straddles the bike, waiting as Peter slowly wraps his arms around his torso, resting his cheek on his back.

“Hold on!” Tony calls as he starts the bike, causing the tiny omega to yelp. They leave school, weaving through the cars and students. Peter shouts directions to his house in Tony’s ear, the alpha smiling as the wind whips behind him. They eventually arrive at Peter’s apartment complex, parking his motorcycle in the garage for the occupants.

“That sucked,” Peter grumbles, but-Tony sniffs the air.

Peter’s turned on.

He’s about to crack a joke, but stops himself. Peter looks at the ground, embarrassed.

“Sorry. Didn’t bring my car.”

Peter tries to hide his smile.

The omega brings him up to his penthouse, heading to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

“Do you want anything, Tony? I’ve got...quite a lot.” Peter asks, grabbing some wheat crackers and spread from the fridge. Tony shucks off his leather jacket, placing it over the back of the chair. He runs his hand over the cool marble counter.

“I’m good, but thank you.” He responds, pulling his notebook out of his bag. Peter shrugs, grabbing his book bag.

“Suit yourself. Let’s go upstairs, my aunt will be home soon.” He tells Tony, not sparing him a second glance before heading to the staircase. The alpha rushes behind him, narrowly avoiding an expensive looking vase. They turn right down the hallway, pictures of Peter at all stages of his life on the walls. One catches Tony’s eyes, a little baby Peter with a big blue bow on his head, smiling as he plays in a pile of leaves.

“Please don’t touch anything, Anthony.” Peter sniffs when they reach his room, pink exploding in Tony’s vision. His room is huge, perfectly cleaned and organized. There are pictures everywhere, Peter smiling with his friends. A king-sized canopy bed sits in the middle of the room, expensive silk pillows arranged with care. Peter plops himself on the ground, spreading out his papers.

”Your room is...nice.” Tony comments, sitting on the ground next to Peter. He's still overwhelmed by the omegan aroma filling the room.

”Thank you.” Peter says softly, clearly pleased.

”Should we get started? I had some ideas about how we should present the civil service exam.”

They get a big chunk of their work done but end up talking about everything butthe Song Dynasty. Peter’s actually really fucking smart, wanting to study biological engineering in college. He's down to earth and an absolute sweetheart when he's not surrounded by the student body.

And he's really fucking pretty.

”I know! Fury is such a hardass!” Peter exclaims through giggles, tears coming out of his big doe eyes. His curls are a mess, splayed underneath his head.

Tony isn’t thinking when he reaches over and thumbs away Peter’s happy tears.

The omega blinks in surprise, but-

sucks Tony’s thumb into his mouth.

Tony growls loudly, removing his thumb from Peter’s mouth with a pop, leaning down, and pressing his lips to the other’s. The omega is everything Tony thought he would be. Sweet like sugar, with the remnants of the crackers on his tongue. He hums happily as Tony picks him up, pulling the smaller into his lap.

“Tony-“

“I fucking like you, Parker.”

“Tony,” Peter whispers as the alpha lightly drags his fingers over his bare thighs. “Tony, I have a boyfriend.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be your boyfriend, Peter.” Tony says, almost frantically. “He-He fucking hurts you.”

Peter flinches at his word choice.

“He doesn’t. It’s none of your business.” The omega breathes, avoiding Tony’s gaze.

“Peter, please tell someone. Or break up with him, I don’t care.” The alpha pleads, taking Peter’s hands in his. The omega rips them away.

“He loves me. Please drop it.”

Tony bites his tongue.

✨👑✨

“Loki, your bow is crooked.”

Loki rolls his eyes and spins around.

“Then fix it, Peter.”

Peter laughs and straightens the blue bow that holds his black, silky hair out of his face. It’s Class Colors Friday, the seniors getting their rightful color of blue. Harley takes a bite of his sandwich, looking over Peter’s shoulder.

“Uh, Pete? Quentin’s coming over here, and he looks mad.”

Peter turns around, seeing his boyfriend heading towards him with a scowl on his face. Peter pretends to light up, giving him a small wave. Before he can greet the alpha, he’s grabbing Peter by his cheerleading jacket.

“You fucking slut,” He growls, blue eyes narrowed. “You sleeping around with Stark now?”

Peter whimpers as his breathing picks up.

“Quent, you’re making a scene.” He whispers, tugging at the alpha’s sleeve gently. Quentin grins menacingly.

“Am I, now?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to Peter’s cheek. “That’s high praise coming from a drama queen like yourself. Have fun finding another homecoming date.”

With that, Quentin pushes him back, and storms out of the cafeteria. Peter follows him, ignoring the shouts from his friends.

“Quentin, baby, wait!” The omega calls out once they get into the hallway, causing the alpha to spin around.

“Is it true? You made out with Stark?”

Peter’s bottom lip quivers as he stays silent. Quentin sighs exasperatedly, clenching his fists tightly.

“You deserve everything I did to you, Peter. And I hope you fucking know it.”

Peter doesn’t see his, well, ex-boyfriend, leave through his tears. He shuffles off to the omega restroom, trying to keep his mascara from running. He sifts through his purse for his little packet of tissues, dabbing at his eyes frantically. The door swings open, and Peter expects Loki and Harley, but the smell of smoke and musky alpha fills the room.

“Shit, Peter, I’m so fucking sorry,” Tony says quickly. Peter just whimpers and cuddles into the alpha’s torso.

“You were right,” He cries, breathing in deep breaths of Tony’s scent. The other boy strokes his curls, shushing him. “And now I don’t have a homecoming date, and all my friends do, and senior year is just going to suck.”

Tony sighs deeply from above him.

“I can go with you, if you want.”

Peter looks up into Tony’s deep brown eyes.

“Are you asking me out, Anthony?” He teases, poking the alpha’s cheek. His eyes widen in surprised.

“No! Not at all. I’m just saying, if you wanted to, I’d be willing to go with you.”

Peter laughs and kisses him.

✨👑✨

Tony’s so fucking nervous.

His hands shake as he grips the stupid plastic corsage box in one, ringing the doorbell with the other.

Mrs. Parker opens the door.

“Tony. Come on in. Peter will be down in a second.” She says with a glint in her eyes. Tony follows her into the apartment, perfectly clean, like always.

“Let me see,” Mrs. Parker smiles, leaning over to look at the corsage in the box. “He’ll love it.”

Speaking of him-

Peter Parker appears at the top of the steps.

Tony’s mouth parts subconsciously. Peter looks-Peter looks stunning. His dress is a cherry red that matches his lipstick, all lace and off the shoulder. He walks down slowly, smoothing the skirt of his dress.

“Peter, oh my god, you look beautiful.” Tony sputters as Peter gives him a peck on the cheek.

“And you look handsome,” The omega responds, thin fingers adjusting Tony’s tie. “You bought a corsage!”

Tony laughs, opening the box and picking up the white rose. He adjusts it on Peter’s wrist as the other boy pins a white boutonniere to Tony’s lapel.

“Perfect,” He coos, pressing another kiss to Tony’s jaw.

Mrs. Parker gives him a quick, threatening talk as Peter uses the bathroom. Peter fake swoons when Tony opens the passenger door to his Audi.

They’re the perfect pair.

They take pictures and dance and kiss and it’s everything Tony could ever dream of. Peter wins homecoming queen, as he should. He looks divine on stage, sparkling tiara on his curls and smiling wide.

“Alpha,” Peter whines, 30 minutes before the dance ends, making Tony’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, baby?” Tony responds, grinding his hips forward against Peter’s ass, a quiet ‘oof’ falling from his lips.

“Can-Can we go back to your place? If your parents aren’t home-“

“Fuck yes.”

The car is thick with the scent of arousal, the mixing of their pheromones making Tony crazy. They’re on top of each other once they make it inside.

“Tony, where’s your room?” Peter moans as Tony nibbles on his neck. The alpha doesn’t respond, instead lifts the smaller into his arms. Tony rushes upstairs, making sure he doesn’t drop Peter. They collapse onto the bed, Tony pressing his lips to Peter’s. He tastes delicious, as always, and Tony can’t help but moan. He pulls off of Peter, shucking off his suit jacket as Peter stands up.

“Alpha, can you help undo my dress?”

That phrase sends a jolt of arousal to Tony’s dick.

He obeys, thick fingers tugging the silver zipper down. Peter steps out of the dress, his freckled back on full display, as well as his delectable ass that’s barely covered by white panties. In awe, Tony runs his fingers over the pale stretch marks littering his flesh.

“Is that- are they too gross? Quentin always said t-they were ugly.”

Tony’s speechless.

“No, no, baby,” He coos, spinning Peter around so he can see his face. His doe eyes shine with oncoming tears. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that? You’re the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Peter giggles shyly, flushed.

“Fuck Quentin. He’s a pussy, not a real alpha. He never deserved you. You’re perfect, my little omega.”

They make love.

There’s nothing else to call it-not fucking, not sex. Peter rides him for everything he’s worth, tiny cock leaking against his stomach as his thick thighs straddle Tony’s. The tiara stays on, his curls becoming damp with sweat. Tony doesn’t last long, he pops his knot too early, but he doesn’t mind, since Peter is right behind him.

“Tony?” The omega whispers after Tony slipped out of him and cleaned them up.

“Yeah?” The alpha responds, breath hitting the back of Peter’s neck.

“I fucking like you, Stark.”

Tony laughs, pulls Peter closer under the covers, and kisses him.

[cockasinthebird]

I will PAY you to write that ice skater/hockey player au, omg

Dear Anon, I wanted to post this yesterday, but I wasn’t home all day; hope you see this and know that I enjoyed writing every bit of it, love you!

It's 5am when Steve pulls up to the skating rink. He's been awake since 4 o'clock, had a healthy breakfast of yogurt topped with fresh berries and nuts, drank several cups of coffee, not counting the one currently sitting in the BMW's cup-holder.

When he finds time in the mornings to practice before school, he wears a pair of tight joggers pants on top of his racer-back unitard, because more than once has he been late for school due to how caught up he gets in his training, and quickly learned to wear something that can fit underneath jeans and a polo when there's no time for a shower.

Yeah it's 5am in the fucking morning, the sun hasn't even started peeking out from the pine tree horizon, and Steve sighs with exasperation as he recognizes a distinct blue camaro parked as the only other car here that doesn't belong to the faculty.

Two months ago, Billy Hargrove and his little family had moved to town. The two of them had never really spoken to one another yet, but apparently he made quite the impression at Tina's Halloween party when he did a keg stand and beat someone's record; Steve doesn't care, doesn't drink.

No his coach has him on a pretty strict life schedule. Eat this, wear that, practice every day like your life depends on it. And honestly? It feels like it does. Because Steve knows he's not exactly “book smart” or whatever, but becoming an Olympic figure skater is something far more feasible than him getting into any college.

So he puts on his expensive, dark green Ralph Lauren overcoat, grabs his bag with skates and a change of clothes, then leaves the warmth of his car to trudge through tall snow.

Steve walks straight from the front hall and into the rink, drops his bag with a loud thud onto a bench, and follows right along to sit down and tear off his untied boots still adorned with thick snow, just to swiftly replace them with his skates and lace them up nice and tight.

He stands up and looks around, breathes calmly so that it wouldn't interfere with how attentively he listens for even one single sound in the whole building, lifts his head in hopes of getting a better look around. He saw the fucking car, Billy's car, and that can only mean that he's somewhere around, but... it's completely silent; dead as the grave and empty like school on a Sunday.

But why would he even be here? At the Hawkins Ice Rink? Maybe he's just parked there because it's conveniently close to some other destination, such as... it doesn't matter.

What matters is the ice, freshly resurfaced and ready to taste the steel of Steve's polished skates, the blade sharp enough to cut through wood in one simple swoop.

He stands up, walks with perfected practice to where carpet changes to ice, pulls the headband from his neck and into his hair, and-

Smoothly pushes off, gently over the frozen water, white and shiny.

There is an instant satisfaction; a serene bliss that brings him from the dark and gloomy life he leads with a disgruntled dad and homophobic slurs, into the light of what his future will be, filled with gold medals and roses at his feet, fans cheering in the stands as the judges holds up 10 10 10's across the board, so far away from shitty little Hawkins, Indiana, to the Olympics in France, Italy, Switzerland, Japan, who knows where to next.

Feels the wind in his hair as he picks up the speed, hears how his blades cuts through the ice below, and if he closes his eyes he's convinced that this is what flying must feel like, what true freedom is. To move effortlessly, to soar.

And he opens his eyes then, to gaze over his shoulder as he does an easy turn to glide across the rink backwards. He moves towards the middle, picking up speed, hair whipping back, and he lifts up his foot, jumps majestically into the air, arms pulled close as he twirls around like a ballerina with wings, then lands back on the same foot, continuing across the ice.

A perfect triple toe loop.

He knows very well how beautiful that looks. Sure it's an easy jump, nothing that will win him any prizes, but it has become such an effortless thing now that it feels incredibly freeing.

Transitions with no stuttering movement into a simple camel spin; one leg extended into the air in parallel form with the ice and his torso at the same level, forming a tight T with his body as he turns around himself with the world in a pretty blur before his eyes.

But he nearly loses all balance, as a voice echoes loudly-

“What the fuck are you doing here, Harrington?”

And Billy stands by the edge of the rink, leaning against the railing, a wry grin cut across his face, mullet tied back in a bun. He's dressed head to toe in hockey gear, his helmet in hand.

Steve's heart beats so hard and fast that it's beyond painful. Slightly breathless from his warm up, mouth open and hands on his hips. He has competed several times in front of a full audience, worn clothes tighter than these, yet he has never felt so unnecessarily exposed before.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” he shouts back and rolls his eyes, wanting to ignore the brute laughing at him, but his gaze falls right back to where Billy now pushes onto the ice.

There's a safe distance between them now, but Billy continues moving closer, so Steve starts moving away, backwards still with his hands firmly on his hips.

“How long were you staring for?”

Their pace is calm as Billy follows right in Steve's tracks.

“What? Think I been standin' there admiring the view?” his tone mocking, grin just so, but the way his tongue darts out is almost... suggestive? “I went to get in gear, and when I come back there's some fairy prancing around on the ice here.”

“Didn't know our school has a hockey team.” Steve decides to let the remark slip, but that's become such an easy thing from bullies like this Californian trash bag.

“We don't. But there's a local club that plays a few times a month, and basket gets boring quick when you're this good at it.” Billy lowers his brow and his grin grows wicked. “Hockey is much more... brutal.”

And he picks up the pace. Steve too, but Billy doesn't stop; continues to go faster, now so close that Steve can see just how clear blue those eyes are, pinned to his own honeyed brown.

Billy gives Steve a crude shove with his shoulder as he passes him by; sending the figure skater spinning a few times before he's now the follower, and Billy sticks out his tongue between shiny teeth as he notices Steve giving chase.

Faster again till their hair starts dancing in the wind, and with long, gracious strides, Steve's up next to where Billy is grinning something so dangerously. And the brunette can't help but smile as well, although less maniacally so.

“You got a shitty form, Hargrove,” Steve says as he scans the way Billy's slightly hunched over, legs all too far apart, elbows out.

“Oh so you are looking then?” Billy laughs and winks with those thousands of eyelashes.

And Steve feels himself nearly smile as wide as all the girls do when Billy turns his charm their way.

“Hockey isn't about being all queer and graceful, it's about being tough with a low center of gravity.”

Ignoring the slur, Steve asks, “You think I'm 'graceful'?” and grins all cocky.

But Billy's own lips fall from where they were curled around his mustache. “Yeah, like a fucking girl.”

“And you don't like girls?” Steve laughs now, and the sudden anger in Billy's eyes only makes it even more amusing.

“I do,” his tone is flat.

“Then I'll take it as a compliment.” Steve is almost convinced he catches a nervous smile on Billy's lips at those words, but the jock speeds up before he's too sure.

And Steve does too, faster even, surpassing Billy far enough so that he can safely make a sudden curve in front of him. Loves the little shocked “fuck!” as Billy brakes.

Steve then turns to look at the hockey player, who's smiling and following along with rampant speed, something that will hurt if he could get to slam into Steve, but with grace he swerves out of the way of the raging bull.

Billy shaves the ice when he makes a recklessly sharp turn, and aims for Steve once more with his tongue out and wagging, eyes wide with intent.

A smile spreads on Steve's face at how eager Billy continues being with this little dance they're doing, and sets off towards him. Sweat is starting to form on his brow, and maybe his thighs and hips are quivering slightly, but this is so exhilarating and fun.

Billy braces himself for collision, and Steve bends forward, their eyes frozen together in an intense stare in a game of chicken. But seconds before they would have broken each others noses no doubt, Steve slips aside once more with a flourish.

Yet feels a hand grip on to his own, as Billy makes a shocking smooth curve around to reach for Steve's hand, but with no preparation between either of them for such a move, they spin out of control for a few short seconds, both of them struggling on uncertain feet to find a common rhythm, before they fall onto the ice.

The hit Steve takes to the back of his head hurts all the way in his teeth, and his entire face pinches together in a pained grimace. He knows this is going to turn into a headache that will last him for the rest of his day. Lying still with exhaustion and pain on the chilled ground, he feels air blowing across his skin, and when he opens his eyes...

Billy's only inches away. Out of breath, panting with an open mouth and a near terrified look in his pale eyes, as he stares down at Steve, hands on either sides of a quickly reddening face.

They share air in silence for far too long before Billy says, “In hockey, always predict your opponents moves.” And he stands up.

Steve raises up on his elbows as he watches Billy slowly skate away, something so hesitant about his moves now, no more macho bravado to his posture.

But he stops with a hand on the glass of the rink, and looks over his shoulder at where Steve remains floored. This far away, he can't tell his expression, but can clearly hear the words-

“See you next time, pretty boy.”

[hanawrites404]

Part 2 :

"J-Jojo" the ravenhead approached the purplenette and tugged at her pants. Jonita snapped from her trance and looked down at the boy.

"D-Did I say something wrong to Mama?? Why did she become so upset?? Is it not right to love boys for me??" Jotaro shot her with numerous questions. Tears were threatening to fall from his emerald green eyes.

Jonita slightly chuckled and shook her head. She then kneeled down and held Jotaro by his shoulder.

"Who said that you have to love only girls if you are a boy?? In fact, you can love anyone in this world". "R-Really??" Jotaro asked with some hope. Jonita then smiled and nodded in reply.

"E-Even dolphins?!!" Jotaro asked with excitement. "U-Umm...sure. You want to marry dolphins??". "What?? No. I want to marry that red boy only" Jotaro bashfully said. "Wow, from love to marriage already. This is escalating very quickly" Jonita whispered to herself.

"Anyways, the reason why your mother reacted like this was because, boys don't usually fall in love with other boys. There is a universal law saying that boys have to love only girls as humans are made to function like this only".

"So you are saying that I'm.....mel-fuk-sion-ing??". "You mean malfunctioning?? No, not at all. It just means that you are...........different". "Different?? What do you mean Jojo??"

Jonita scooted closer to Jotaro and then cupped his cheek.

"Listen Joot, you are not the only one who loves people of their own gender. In fact, I have seen girls who like girls and also some people who like both boys and girls!! There are also some people whose gender you cannot even tell, and people fall in love with such persons too"

"Really??". "Yes. My husband used to like boys too". "Then what about you?? Why did he marry you then??". "Well, that question can be answered by him only. But if I speak of it, then maybe because he saw something in me which he never saw in others".

"Wow......If I ever meet your husband once, I will make sure to ask him why he chose you". "S-Sure, why not".

Jonita didn't really like the sound of that. "A-Anyways.......

Jotaro, who has the right to tell you whom to love?? Only you have. Not me, not Holly, not even God, only you and yourself. Love anyone you like. A boy, a girl, a dolphin, anyone!!! Just love them so much that you make them feel like they have found their home in you" she then pokes Jotaro's chest.

"B-But what if someone makes fun of me??". "Don't listen to them. They are just jealous that a handsome boy like you just had his heart been stolen by an equally handsome young man" she then squished Jotaro's cheeks to which Jotaro giggled.

He then hugged Jonita and buried his face in her chest.

"Thank you so much Jojo, you are the best!!". "Hehe, I know" Jonita rubbed Jotaro's back.

They stayed like this for a few seconds, and then Jonita spoke. "Well, I remember that I had bought some extra ice-cream from the shop. You want to have some, Joot??". "Yaay!! More ice-cream!!!" Both the Jojos then invaded the kitchen to devour the cold confectionery.

Meanwhile......

"Hello?? Papa??". "Holly, my baby!!! How are you doing??". "I'm fine, thank you for asking". "Holly, you sound sad. Is everything alright?? Are you hurt or something?? I-I'm coming right away then!!"

"No no Papa, I'm really fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something". "Shoot up Holly". "......I-it's about Jotaro". "Jotaro?? What about him?? Is he alright??". "He.........he is in love".

"OOOOHHHH MMYYYYY GOOOODDDD". Holly had to turn her head away from the phone to avoid her eardrums to be destroyed. She could literally imagine her father jumping happily all around wherever he was speaking from.

"TELL ME QUICK!!! WHO IS THE LUCKY GIRL?!!!". "T-That is what the problem is, Papa". "Huh?? What do you mean??". "J-Jotaro has fallen for a boy instead". "A boy??". "Y-Yes Papa".

There was silence at the other side of the call. Until another scream came.

"OOHHHH MY GOOOODDD, THAT IS EVEN BETTER!!!!!". Holly was kind of shocked from her father's reaction. She hadn't expect her father out of everyone else to react like this. She had expected him to be just as worried as she was.

"QUICK, TELL ME HOW HE LOOKED LIKE. HOW DID THEY MEET?? DID JOTARO BLUSH?? WHAT DID JOTARO SAY TO HIM?? DID THEY HUG AND KISS?? TELL ME HOLLY, TELL ME!!!!".

"Papa, I'm worried about Jotaro". "Worried?? Why??". "Jotaro is a boy. He should be attracted towards girls and not with the children who is of his same gender" Holly said.

"So what?? It is his choice. Let him love whom he wants to". "But Papa--". "Listen, Baby. Do you remember Caesar??". "You mean Uncle Caesar??". "Yes Dear. I.....I was in love with him once".

"What??" Holly was astonished. She didn't expect this at all. So Jotaro wasn't the only one she knew who was attracted to people of his gender?? Her own father was as same as her son??

"W-Why didn't you tell me earlier Papa??". "I wanted to, but I wanted the right time to come. And I think right now is the best time".

Joseph then cleared his throat and the he started the tale of his and Caesar's battle tendency.

"Your uncle and I were enemies at first. We fought even for the most little things and your grandmother and Jonita used to scold and beat us up for that. But we never changed".

Joseph took a small pause, then he continued. "Though we fought, we were really close to each other. I didn't know about him but, I had realised that I had fallen in love with him. With his funny Italian accent, with the way he wore his suspenders wrong, and also how he used to boast about his Zeppeli bloodline, everything".

"That's.......very delightful, Papa" Holly said, a smile forming on her lips. "I know. But unfortunately, our relationship didn't last long".

Holly's smile dropped. "What happened then Papa??". "W-We both had gotten into a very big argument and I had said something to him which offended him a lot. He then punched me and left, and that was the last time I saw him".

Holly held the phone tighter, she was really curious to know what happened next.

"When me, Jonita and your grandmother went to look for him........w-we found his dead body crushed......under a massive rock...........and his headband was lying there.... covered with his blood............And I--"

Joseph couldn't complete his sentence as Holly heard soft sobs coming from the other side. Holly's heart ached as she heard her father crying on the phone. She became worried and asked "P-Papa?? Are you OK??".

"Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine. Don't worry". She then sighed from relief and continued to listen to Joseph.

"Damn, I can't believe his memories are still making me cry after so many years" he said to himself with a laugh. Holly chuckled and said.

"So you really loved Uncle Caesar??". "My Dear, he was my loveliest salad. But I knew that if he had a chance, he would beat me up from Heaven if I kept crying in his memories and not move on, that's why I married your mother and then you came, and slowly did Jotaro".

"So you never told him that you loved him??". "I never had the courage to tell him, and even if had been able to gather some, it had already been too late. Now I don't want my grandson to do the same mistake as me, so please encourage him to let his feelings reach the one whom he loves. Will you help him do it Holly??".

"Yes Papa". "Good!!". Holly smiled. She could literally feel his father grinning from the other side.

"Well, your mother must be waiting for my call. I'll talk to you later then". "OK Papa. Bye". "Bye Honey" and then they both cut off.

Holly kept the phone down and sighed. She then twirled round and round happily while giggling.

"My baby is in love~!!" she happily exclaimed. She then walked to her kitchen while skipping like a happy schoolgirl.

"I shall make make red rice tonight!! I'm sure Jotaro would love it!!" and so the three of them celebrated Jotaro's new found love for the rest of the day.

10 Years Later.......

It has been a decade and Jotaro had turned from a cheery toddler to a forbidding teenager. He had started to get into fights with his classmates and secretly smoke cigarettes.

Not to mention, he had also started to disrespect his teachers and his elders and he called every woman he met a bitch, including his own loving mother.

Holly had stayed the same even after 10 years. Her unconditional love for Jotaro never diminished even a bit. But it seemed like Jotaro had changed his attitude towards her, but it never bothered Holly.

As for Jonita, she had left Japan after Jotaro's 10th birthday. She promised the young man that she will return after she was done with her unfinished business. Yesterday she called home and said that she was going to come back home today, and Jotaro was surprisingly anticipating eagerly for her arrival.

But that didn't mean that he was going to bunk his school for her, so he went to his school in his long, unbuttoned uniform coat revealing a t-shirt underneath and his signature black hat, and as usual, swarms of girls started to surround him as soon as they spotted the giant delinquent.

Some of them greeted him while some of them tried to hold his hand. Obviously he ignored them all. He was focused on reaching school and that's all. But then he heard two girls fighting over him and shouting insults at each other, and he shouted.

"SHUT UP!!! YOU ARE FUCKING ANNOYING!!!" he yelled back. But instead of keeping quiet, the girls squealed and blushed, and then it eventually turned into a fight about which girl had he shouted on.

Jotaro ignored them once more and started to walk away, and the rest of the girls followed behind him while calling his name.

Meanwhile, a young man with red hair and purple eyes, wearing a complete different uniform from Jojo and the girls, was stalking him from the bushes. With a paintbrush in his hand, he looked at the picture he had made of the delinquent on the canvas menacingly.

"Jotaro Kujo, one of the most dangerous delinquents in this town, huh??" the man said to himself. He then smirked as he dipped his brush in red paint.

"Well well, let's see how dangerous you really are against me"

To Be Continued.........

(I know this a lot to ask but, 28 likes please?? And when the goal is achieved, I will post the continuation. I hope you all enjoyed).

PART 1 :

[simply-m-a-d]

Late With You

Heyy @chocoazelle I’m your secret Santa!! I went with the Yullen prompt and had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you like it! Happy Holidays! (´∀`)

(Special thanks to @loony-in-a-blue-box , thanks for helping me with the last check up friend! 

And thanks to @dgmsecretsanta2k17 for organizing this event!)

Summary: Allen’s not a shopping person, neither is Kanda. But both of them manage, and who knows, they could even find some time for themselves. 

“Only you’d think of buying Christmas gifts on freaking Christmas Eve, of fucking course…” Kanda grumbled as he glared at another running kids’ back. “Oh shut up, everyone knows the best deals are today.” Allen grumbled back before literally diving into another pile of clothes. “Best deals my ass…” Kanda ignored the sharp glare thrown at him by a woman standing a few meters away with her kid. That hadn’t been his first ‘curse’ of the day and that was definitely not gonna be the last disapproving glance he’d get. “Stop whining and help me choose,” Allen finally reappeared from between the many different garments, holding a blue sweater decorated with small polar bears. “How about this one?” “That’s the ugliest sweater I’ve seen today,” Allen narrowed his eyes at him, his hands clenching on the soft fabric. “Who did you want to give it to?” “Lavi” “Perfect then” “You’re not helping!” He threw the soft sweater right at Kanda’s face, who simply snorted, catching it before it fell. “I’m being serious though, he’d wear anything with white bears on it.” Kanda lifted said sweater higher to take a better look at it. The deep blue was horrible to his eyes but the colour contrasted nicely with Lavi’s hair and the small bears were in different positions, supposedly showing a rolling action. “You mean polar bears” Kanda didn’t miss Allen’s smirk at that. “Same shit, a bear is a bear.” Another woman, now an old lady previously inspecting a horrible pink sweater, raised her eyes towards them in a displeased scowl. Allen’s laugh was worth it though so he simply raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Okay, we’re taking this one then!” They moved to the equally horrifying long line to pay and Kanda felt like simply grabbing the damn sweater and running towards the exit. He simply groaned instead. “How many gifts are we missing?” As they moved two steps forward Kanda felt sorry for the people having to work today. No one deserved being yelled by grumpy clients for stuff that was their own fault, like the man in front yelling about some stupid discount that had expired since November. “Hmmm…” Allen lifted a hand to count and just with that Kanda felt like kicking his boyfriend. “Five if I’m not wrong…” “I hate you” Once again, Allen’s soft laugh made him relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, as long as he was by his side then Kanda could stand it. **** Kanda definitely couldn’t stand it. “Remind me again why can’t I kill the carolers?” “Well I’m pretty sure that’s considered homicide, which is completely illegal and would definitely take you to jail.” Kanda narrowed his eyes at the group of people standing besides the unnecessarily huge tree in the middle of the shopping mall, he seemed to be considering the idea quite seriously despite what Allen had just said. Allen couldn’t blame him though, this was, after all, the fifth time the group sang 'All I want for Christmas’. Allen pulled him deeper into the shop by the sleeve of his jacket, Kanda’s body moving without any kind of resistance even when his eyes were still focused on the happy group of carolers. “C'mon we gotta find something for Timothy.” At the name Kanda’s eyes immediately went back to the shop. Allen smiled at that, so he did have a soft spot for the kid after all. The shop was huge. From jackets to cat socks to reindeer pajamas, it had it all and Allen felt a bit lost as he looked around. Timothy wasn’t much of a jacket or sweater wearer, he only wore them while he and Emilia were outside, getting rid of them as soon as they were inside any passably-warm building. Hence the difficulty of finding a proper gift and the reason this was the last gift missing. At some point Allen felt Kanda leaving his side to wander around, he didn’t give it much attention as he moved towards the other side. There were so many things Allen was getting dizzy, too many colours and textures, and he was inspecting a red fuzzy shirt when something fell in front of him. He looked to his right only to find Kanda averting his eyes, the very tip of his ears a light pink. Allen looked down to see whatever his boyfriend had dropped in front of him. What he found was a black beanie with small cat ears, in the front it read 'Purrfect holidays’ embroidered in white. It came with matching black gloves which had white spots on the palm side, representing the cat’s paws, and to complete the set, a black scarf with white spots. Everything was soft and fluffy to the touch and Allen simply adored it. It was the perfect gift and the fact that Kanda had chosen it only made it better for some reason. Allen looked at the taller man who still wouldn’t look back at him, though his ears were slowly getting pinker. Allen’s smile only widen at that, and he pulled on Kanda’s sleeve to bring him down, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before dragging him towards the checkpoint. Kanda’s grumbling about 'doing that so suddenly, you idiot…’ held no harm at all and Allen simply chuckled at it. “So you do have a soft spot for him…” “Shut up and pay you idiot” Allen didn’t miss Kanda’s hand tightening against his own, or the way his voice went a tad softer though. He gave the taller man a soft small smile before paying. (Once they were out of the shop though, 'All I want for Christmas’ was starting all over again. Allen swore he saw Kanda’s eye twitch. “That’s it.” It took Allen a lot of pulling and a surprise kiss to finally drag his boyfriend away from the carolers). **** “Unless you wanna lose a hand, put that down. Now.” Allen’s smirk grew larger and honestly, Kanda felt like throwing him the bottle of champagne he was carrying if only to keep him and the abomination in his hands away. “Oh c'mon Kanda, just for a second.” Allen got one step closer, the horrible reindeer headband in his hands raised a bit higher and Kanda gave a step back. “Who knows where that’s been and you want to put it on my head? Fuck off.” Kanda glared at the headband even as Allen lowered it down, laughing at his expression. “It’s literally just a headband, come here,” the shorter man started approaching and Kanda barely had time to put the bottle down before a strong hand was pulling him from his scarf. He struggled to push Allen back, and when he finally managed it was a bit too late. “Hah! There it is!” Kanda could hear the small bells hanging from the reindeer headband softly chiming as he moved his head, the pressure of it on his forehead was horrible and he narrowed his eyes at his laughing boyfriend. He grabbed the closest headband from the stand besides him and slowly made his way towards the still laughing man, only when Kanda was at arms reach did Allen notice him, his eyes going straight to the similar monstrosity in his hands. “Oh god…” he barely had time to sprint to the side, Kanda quickly taking a hold of his jacket’s hoodie, pulling him back and quickly placing the headband in place. He didn’t even know what the headband represented, a moving green hat with a single bell was attached to it, probably some type of 'Santa’s helper’. It was a horrible thing and Kanda couldn’t help but snort at it, Allen’s face making it even better to the point he actually started laughing. Until he heard the sound of the phone camera. His laugh immediately died and he looked at Allen, the foxy grin over his face made Kanda’s eyes narrow. “You didn’t” Allen’s grin grew wider. “Oh I did” And so the wrestling to get the phone started. Kanda kept cursing and grumbling something like 'you little shit…’ while he desperately tried to pull the phone out of Allen’s pocket, whose laugh ringed through the whole Target aisle. It was only when a worker passed by, a very old lady, clearing her throat and glaring at them that they stopped. The woman went on her way. Kanda took the headband off, and turned around at the sound of mumbled cursing. Allen’s hair was stuck to the headband’s metal spiral that allowed the hat to move, making it impossible for him to take it off. Kanda snorted. “Oh sweet karma” Allen glared at him. “Shut up and help me,” Kanda smirked at him but moved to help anyway, slowly untangling the locks of hair until the horrible thing was finally pulled off the soft white hair. Allen smiled at Kanda before pulling him towards their shopping cart. “Let’s get out of here.” They paid for the stuff they got for the dinner and headed out, the sun was starting to go down even though it was barely 5:00 pm. The wonders of winter. Allen stared at Kanda as they put the stuff in the car, his face looked relaxed, his hair falling down the sides and his cheeks slightly pink from the cold. Allen found himself unconsciously smiling. “Hey Kanda” the taller man didn’t look at him. “What now?” “Let’s go on a date” that made him turn around. He stared at Allen for a few seconds before a small smile appeared on his face. And Allen smiled back. **** The city center was alive. Christmas lights and decorations hanged from every light post, from the roofs and even from some of the electricity cables above their heads. Almost every tree they passed was covered with colorful lights, reindeer light decorations stood in almost every park or green area now covered with snow, and music came from everywhere, from every shop and bar or café still open. Kanda followed Allen very closely, the amount of people running errands of last minute passing through the walkway not allowing them to go side by side. Kanda had no idea where the shorter man was taking him, with all these people he was having difficulties to identify the streets and from his previous questions the only answer he had gotten from the other man had been 'You’ll see’ accompanied of a smirk. The crunch of snow under his boots and the cold air hitting his face made him regret their decision of leaving the car a few blocks behind more and more as the minutes passed. That was until Allen finally stopped, their destinations right in front of them. Kanda immediately recognized it and the wide smile Allen threw at him before pulling him inside made him snort. The small café was just as he remembered. It had been a while since the last time they had been there but those were the same booths and that was the same smell of tea and coffee in perfect harmony. Kanda was pulling Allen to a certain booth by the window before someone working there even noticed them. They took their place one in front of the other and ordered as soon as the waitress arrived. Kanda couldn’t stop looking at Allen, who was looking out the window. He seemed very happy, all wide smile and bright eyes and messy hair, and when he turned to look at Kanda he looked surprised for a moment to find the taller man already staring at him, then the smile widened even more, a flash of teeth added to it and Kanda smiled back. Allen, on the other hand, loved to see Kanda like this, so relaxed and comfortable and that soft smile was making him feel all giddy and the way his soft hair was still perfectly in place, framing his face, made him want to simply pull the taller man towards him and smooch the hell out of him. He was about to do so when their food arrived and he was a bit grateful for that. The cake was just as good as they remembered, Kanda was not surprised at all when he looked up a few minutes later just to find Allen’s slice gone, his own still occupying a big part of his plate. Without a second thought he cut a piece of his slice and raised the spoon towards Allen, and without any hesitation Allen simply opened his mouth and let Kanda feed him, the soft flavor of green tea immediately spreading in his mouth, making Allen close his eyes. They continued like that, sharing what was left of the cake, sharing the same spoon and Kanda simply pushed his own cup of warm tea towards Allen when he finished his own cocoa, the latter once again taking it with no hesitation and with a grateful hum. They paid as soon as they were done, and once they were out they started walking back the way they had come. “So you didn’t forget Kanda!” The sudden statement startled him, and Kanda couldn’t help but grunt. “How could I forget, you idiot…” Allen’s sudden laugh at that made some people turn towards them, Kanda simply glared at them and they moved on. “Yeah…you’re right…” Allen’s expression went completely soft and honestly, Kanda felt like kicking him into a pile of snow and kissing him at the same time. Allen meanwhile, had a sudden warmth spreading from his stomach all the way to his toes and hands, happiness invading every part of his body. Kanda was right. After all, they couldn’t simply forget the place they had gone together for the first time a couple of years ago. **** “Hey Kanda,” Kanda’s only response was a hum, his pace never halting and his eyes focused on the sidewalk. They were close to the car and Kanda was focused on the task of getting there before freezing to death. “Dance with me.” “The fuck does that even me-” Kanda’s voice died in his throat as Allen abruptly pulled him towards him, into what was supposed to be a big green area but that right now was covered by a heavy blanket of snow. Even though the snow only reached a few inches above his ankles, almost to mid calf for Allen, the cold immediately started sipping into their pants, spreading throughout their bodies. Kanda hissed as the snow started melting over his pants, throwing a glare at the shorter man. “I hate you so much right now”. Allen’s playful smirk grew, the mischievous glint on his eyes amplifying, not caring about Kanda’s mortified glare and even pulling him deeper into the field. Despite Kanda’s mortification with the cold he moved towards Allen, his body never once offering any kind of resistance and before he knew it strong arms were circling his torso, guiding him to the rhythm of some melody only Allen could listen to. It was difficult for them to move, the position was completely awkward for a dance, the heavy snow making their steps slower, and  the freezing wind was hitting them right in the face. But it was also perfect. Their bodies were flush together, Allen’s head positioned a bit below Kanda’s shoulder, Kanda’s chin resting lightly over that silvery white hair, now and then their arms unconsciously tightened, and Kanda’s body trembled every few minutes, making Allen softly laugh and the sound of it warming Kanda from inside out. The shops around the area were closing, the streets emptying more and more as time passed. The Christmas lights remained, illuminating them along with the moonlight, softening and sharpening their features at the same time and as Allen raised his face to look at Kanda, as Kanda cradled Allen’s face with his hands, it hit them both just how much they cared for the other. Then Allen was smiling, his eyes holding so much love, such raw and strong emotions showing there, making Kanda feel exposed and vulnerable but he didn’t care, not as long as it was this person. And when Kanda smiled back, features softening and eyes sparkling with just as much love, with wild and uncontrollable feeling, Allen felt the air leave his lungs, felt like he was drowning in this person and thought about how that didn’t sound bad at all. And then hands were moving to each other’s hair, and they were kissing, oh so softly but it was enough. Better than enough. The smell of pine surrounded them, and when it was over Allen moved his mouth to Kanda’s ear. “We still have to wrap the gifs” his voice barely a whisper and Kanda groaned against his hair. “Shut up” **** “What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?” Allen received a ball of said wrapping paper directly to the face as an answer, followed by some grumbling. “We should’ve gotten the damn bags, so much fucking easier…” Allen couldn’t help but snort at Kanda’s cursing before moving to help him. “And where’s the fun in that Kan-da~” Kanda’s eyes narrowed before he hit Allen’s head with the roll of wrapping paper. Allen laughed and took the roll, moving to show Kanda how to do it. “You just have to do this…” And so he did the whole process. By the end he had a perfectly wrapped gift and Kanda was blankly staring at him. A few seconds passed before the taller man started walking towards the door of the room they were packing the gifts in. “I’m leaving” Kanda’s defeated voice almost made Allen laugh, thinking wrapping gifts was so difficult for Kanda was a bit cute. “Oh c'mon, at least help me with the tape!” “Fuck you” And with that the door shut closed, leaving Allen alone in the room. Kanda came back a few minutes later though, gift bags in hand. **** They were opening gifts when the clock reached midnight. Everyone was hugging someone, Lena hugging Lavi, Marie hugging Miranda, Timothy giving short hugs to everybody close enough. Kanda and Allen were on the couch though, Kanda’s hands cradling Allen’s face once more, slowly bringing him closer and leaving a soft kiss on Allen’s forehead. Allen’s smile was so warm and wide, with a hint of teeth, as he moved to press their foreheads together. “Happy birthday Allen” Allen bopped Kanda’s nose. “Merry Christmas Kanda” Kanda returned the gesture. “Oh for fucks sake, just kiss already!” They heard the shout before they felt the small mistletoe hitting them. Kanda turned towards Lavi. “You’re so dead, you damn rabbit!” And as everyone in the room, even Allen, laughed, as Kanda stood up and Lavi went running, they both were thinking the same. 'I love him.’

[darkfromday]

band of brothers (24)

Prompt: Day 7 - Tomorrow

Pairing: Owlshipping (Gongenzaka Noboru/Kurosaki Shun/Dennis Mackfield)

This is it. Last one. Thanks to all who read or skimmed by all these! ‘Review replies’ will be coming along shortly. For now, have Gongenzaka being nuts about a head sash.

One morning, Gongenzaka Noboru’s signature head scarf frays and tears as he’s securing it around his sturdy hair.

That... presents a problem.

Not a big one, because Gongenzaka is nearly a full-grown man and he absolutely does not become overemotional or immobile over the loss of some cloth. (Even if his father gifted it to him for his citywide Steadfast Dueling debut. Even if he’s never taken it off since then. Even if the two most essential men in his life have never seen him without his scarf.)

So--not a big problem, no. Just--big enough to have Gongenzaka frantically dialing his ride.

“Moshi moshi...”

“DENNIS, I’VE SUFFERED A TERRIBLE TRAGEDY--”

“What’s happened?” Dennis Mackfield says through the sound of driving far too erratically. “Did someone get hurt? Did you get hurt? Did your pet die? --Actually wait, do you even have pets?”

��Dennis!” Gongenzaka roars. “Cancel the meet-up, I cannot go out like this.”

“Cancel? We haven’t set aside time for this rumble and the trophy grab so you can flake out on Duel Day! The tournament’s been set for months! What has happened?”

He stays stubbornly quiet about his woes, but that doesn’t mean he quits talking entirely. This leads to about five minutes of him and Dennis arguing back and forth about his reticence on the subject, interspersed with the latter swearing at his fellow drivers.

“Fucking merge if you want to merge--Er, ignore that, just tell me what’s happened, Gon-chan--”

“Do not call me ‘Gon-chan’--”

“Tell me what’s wrong and I won’t go any further. But regardless of what you say I will be at your house in five minutes!”

“Gah!” Gongenzaka finally says as he caves, feeling more frustrated by Dennis’ pushiness than by his primary source of stress. “Fine! My very important headband is torn. And it’s never--I’m not--”

“Hey, easy...” The other boy’s voice comes through softer, more like he’s trying to soothe instead of startle and rile. “It’s gonna be okay. I won’t be looking at you any different just because it’s gone, okay?”

“My father gifted me with that band.”

“And he can make you another one, right?”

Gongenzaka pinches his nose to prevent murder. “Hang up now.”

“Aa, you’re right, I shouldn’t talk and drive! These guys are nuts out here. See you soon!”

“No, Dennis, I meant--”

Click.

Gongenzaka doesn’t say one word as he shuffled across town against his will in Dennis’ tiny green abomination of a car.

Not. One.

He asked specifically to be left alone to mourn his headband and--

“Are you breathing over there?” Dennis queries playfully. “I seriously can’t tell, and I can’t exactly do reach-over CPR either.”

Gongenzaka is silent. He’s not sulking--just very, very indignant about having his feelings disregarded. Which is very masculine and mature. That’s all.

“C’mon, Gon-chan. Put on a brave face! We’re at the stadium now so uh, you kind of have to put on some other face...”

Dennis pulls into the lot and parks as he says this--then he has to spend three minutes tugging, yanking and dragging his boyfriend out of his seat. The whole time Gongenzaka protests about honor and dignity and being robbed of both. He likes to look complete and in control when he goes out, and nothing’s wrong with that!

“I am diminished,” he says dramatically with a bite of judgment. “A true man never leaves home without being presentable, Dennis. When have I ever done otherwise?”

Dennis smiles slyly.

“What about that time when we were all home alone and we--”

“Other than that time!”

A pair of boots shows up behind Dennis; seconds later the redhead is hoisted up and literally tossed aside, squawking the entire time. When Gongenzaka looks up his eyes alight on a red bandana scarf, and he thinks oh, great with a mixture of resignation and appreciation.

“You’re making a scene,” Kurosaki Shun scolds. His gold raptor eyes narrow for half a second. Then he smirks. “That’s mostly directed at Dennis.”

“You guys are always so mean!” Dennis whines from the asphalt.

Gongenzaka meets Shun’s gaze and grunts. There’s no way he’s going to be allowed to slink home now. Only I could fall in love with the two people in the world more stubborn than me.

“I can’t join the team for Duel Day,” he admits to their third.

Shun scoffs. “What the hell? Why not?”

“Myscarfrippedthismorning--”

“Say again?”

“My head scarf tore,” Gongenzaka hisses, trying to avoid attentive eyes on them. It doesn’t work--two small girls stare at him like he’s grown an extra dragon head as they skip into the stadium.

“That’s it?” Shun gasps--still on the ground, Dennis nods along and squeaks about how that’s what I said, that’s why I brought him here anyway, why the hell did you throw me over here, Kurosaki you suck.

“Yes, ‘that’s it’. If I took off your bandana would you feel comfortable still being seen outside?”

“Well, since he lost his bandana for almost a year and only remembered it when LDS mailed it to him--”

“I will step on you,” Shun growls to Dennis--then he pushes Gongenzaka a little more playfully. “You’re a man, aren’t you Gongenzaka? Push past your admittedly minor adversity and join us in the stadium. We need you.”

Gongenzaka curses.

It’s easier to ignore Dennis rather than Shun--for Gongenzaka, one boyfriend was too boisterous, too willing to grasp for the spotlight, but the other was much quieter and more measured, much easier to understand and be around. Not so long ago when they had fought side-by-side for survival, Shun had been the first Lancer outside of Yuuya that Gongenzaka had trusted. They constantly partnered together for reconnaissance and preemptive strikes on the enemy. Yet... even then, their partnership had felt incomplete until Dennis started tagging along and constantly invading their space.

Dennis’ betrayal of the Lancers shortly after that broke Gongenzaka in a way no one had ever managed before, and it set Shun back almost irretrievably as well. Their reunion after the unification of the dimensions, ages and ages later, wrung from all three a tentative re-connection, and then over time a promise not to tamper with their brotherhood ever again.

Never again... Gongenzaka thinks now, and sighs as he nods at Shun and helps Dennis up reluctantly. Not even for my father’s gift. Our bond is too important for me to be this upset about nothing.

“All right, all right. I’ll come in. Are our riding suits ready for the D-Wheel segment of the tournament at least--?”

Shun waves a hand. “Already taken care of. Along with this for you--”

He pulls a long black sash out of his coat pocket and ties it around Gongenzaka’s hair with Dennis’ aid, as if he’s not completely changing his life and healing his last hour of sorrow.

“EH?”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you!” Dennis exclaims. “Except, you know, surprise, so I couldn’t. We know how much you care about your sash, Gon-chan--so we wanted to give you another one that you’d care about just as much, but from us.”

Gongenzaka stares at them both, speechless.  Shun just smiles. Unused to quiet moments even now, Dennis misinterprets their boyfriend’s flabbergasted state and blabbers on.

“Hey--not that we won’t fix your dad’s sash for you if you really want it back, jus--”

The magician doesn’t get to finish; Gongenzaka has embraced both of them and is murmuring low thanks over and over. He feels ridiculous for being so obstinate and for nearly bailing on his comrades, but from the way they both return his hug, they don’t seem too torn up about it.

“Thank you,” he says one last time, and feels some pride when he doesn’t tear up afterward.

“Shun-kun picked the color,” Dennis mumbles into a sleeve.

“Don’t call me Shun-kun,” Shun grumbles into Gongenzaka’s other sleeve.

“Ugh, no one likes my pet names! How am I supposed to show my affection for you guys to the world?”

“Duel with us in this tournament,” Gongenzaka reminds him.

Shun adds firmly, “And use only our given names for once. Preferably in private.”

Dennis pouts. “You two are no fun. Why do I bother loving you?”

“We keep you out of trouble.”

“Gongenzaka, we keep him out of jail.”

“Okay, enough!” Dennis huffs, unable to keep a smile off. “Get your scarves and suits on and ready and mess with me more later. For now--we’re gonna be late!”

He’s right, Gongenzaka thinks as the twenty-minute warning blares from the stadium’s jumbo screens and they sprint off to meet their matches. I’ve been dragged all this way for Duel Day, so I might as well overwhelm the other teams in the tournament with my Steadfast-Synchro deck.

With Dennis and Shun at my side, nothing is impossible. There’s no way we won’t win.

It’s time... to duel!

[themonstersaidit]

prove you’re not a robot pt.1

Ship: Rin/Len Genre: Angst/Romance Rating: T

you're the new girl and no one knows your name.

New girl.

She's the new girl.

(Her shoes polished, hair brushed, teeth cleaned -

A stiff uniform and her heart in her mouth, stomach in her throat.)

She stands in front of a mirror and wishes she was someone else.

New girl.

Tying a ribbon around her hair, the thought of no one knowing her name never seemed so terrifying.

.

.

.

The letter came in the mail on a Tuesday in late January - a signed white envelope with official labels, shiny and Special.

You've been accepted to attend Vocaloid College of Music Arts in Tokyo, it said, from March 2017.

Her parents smiled with pride and her uncle pat her shoulder. Her best friend couldn't look her in the eye, glued to the screen of her phone, texting someone she loved more.

It was like a dream come true.

But also a nightmare in itself.

And it sunk in her chest like heavyweight. The further she flew from Okinawa, reality bit at her toes.

Watching her breath fog the window, the thought of no one knowing her name never seemed so terrifying.

.

.

.

Her aunt lives in Yokohama, a two hour commute to-and-from. It's far, but it's something, she tells herself.

The early spring air hits her cheeks as she walks through shiny gates.

A famous conductor is erected in the courtyard.

People turn to stare.

A stranger.

Her uniform feels wrong. Her skirt scratches at her knees and she feels out of place.

New girl.

New girl.

Her eyelids flutter, someone's saying that.

"Hey. new girl," he says. A boy, tall, blue hair and blue eyes. He stares at her as she flounders, but doesn't walk to meet her.

Her voice sticks to her teeth and her lips pin themselves shut. She offers a smile. He doesn't take it.

"I have to show you to the office to get you signed in. I'm Kaito, your class president."

Kaito walks away and she follows, nothing but a fish out of water.

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.

.

Is she really good enough to be here?

Her, and her scrawny hands that struggle to reach the octave - her, and her nasally voice the choir teacher criticised once in fifth grade - her, and her lack of charisma, her wobbly knees, her shapeless body, her average looks.

They all stare, here.

Maybe she doesn't look the part, or something. Maybe she doesn't look cut to be a famous musician.

Kaito's staring at her.

"Did you say something?" he asks.

"I did?" she asks back.

He keeps staring at her, but his mouth closes.

.

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.

Her homeroom teacher is strict and stoic, like her father. He pushes wiry glasses up the bridge of his nose, narrows his eyes at her.

"So, you're the transfer student."

"Y - yes."

"We rarely get transfer students in the higher grades, here. Mainly due to competition - spots rarely open up."

I know, she comments in her mind.

Kaito has disappeared, somewhere.

"I hear you have exceptional talents," the teacher says. He offers a grim smile. "I hope I can see them live."

She bows. "Yes. Thank you."

The first bell chimes, much too average for such a prestigious school.

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.

Like how every horror story begins, she has to stand in front of the class and say her name.

Someone laughs.

She can't see who.

Kaito sits in the middle of the front row, looking bored. Next to him is a girl with pink hair, her gaze very sharp.

On the other side as another girl with green hair, smiling.

She tries to smile back.

The teacher shifts in his chair. "Would you like to tell us about yourself?"

"Oh - um." A pause. "I play piano, and a bit of violin and guitar. I sing as well, sometimes…"

She trails off as a boy shuffles into the class from the back door. He's scowling about something, headphones in his ears, but when he looks up at her, his scowl seems to intensify.

"Len Kagamine! Late on your first day! What's your excuse?"

While the boy slumps into his seat, he rolls his eyes and pops out his earphones.

"You'll have to stay back 15 minutes to make up for wasting my -"

She gets the feeling she should take a seat.

So she shrinks away from the front of the class, away from the prying eyes, and sits downs in her allocated seat - directly in front of that boy.

Len.

Or something.

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"Oi, new girl," someone says.

She lifts her head, seeming to have already adapted to her newfound, yet unwanted nickname.

Her classmates snicker, crowding around.

"Do you know?"

Her lips turn down in confusion.

"Know what?"

They laugh again, nudging each other.

"You're sitting in her seat."

A girl speaks - this time, she notices it's the pink-haired girl from before. She reaches up to adjust her headband, then sets a perfectly-manicured hand down onto a desk.

"You're sitting in her seat, but you'll never be her. You'll never replace her."

She feels her smile falter.

"Her? Who?"

Before the girl can answer, another voice cuts in from behind.

"Luka. Fuck off."

She turns her head back to stare at the boy, Len.

He doesn't meet her eyes. But he takes extra care to meet everyone else's.

"Miku doesn't exist anymore. So get over it."

Luka gasps, offended. "You get over it, Len."

The pair glare at each other. The rest of the class is already bored, dispersing to eat their lunches.

Eventually, Luka growls and leaves.

Len still doesn't look at her, but she feels inclined to say something - anything.

"Thank you."

He places an earphone into his ear, and with no hesitation, says, "Don't talk to me."

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"Miku was the prettiest and the most popular girl in school," the green-haired girl rambles, leaning against the desk. "She'd released like, four singles and only just signed a contract with that really well-known record label, Crypton."

She slides her textbooks into her bag, zipping it shut. The green-haired girl introduced herself formerly as Gumi, appearing at her side after homeroom finished to spurt some random information.

She must've been looking confused all day, or something.

"But what happened to her?"

Gumi feigns surprise, as if she didn't already know.

"She, like, died."

"Oh."

She looks down at her desk. Miku's desk. The dead girl's desk.

"That's like, the only way we get spaces, I guess."

Gumi watches her.

"Hey. What's your name again?"

You mean, you've been talking to me this whole time and you have no idea what my name is?

She doesn't say that aloud, though.

"It's Rin."

Her name is written on her indoor shoes and all over her stationery for everyone to see, but it seems no one has eyes. Or are just choosing to ignore her name, in favour of 'New Girl'.

"Oh, right. It's nice to meet you, Rin." Gumi offers a smile. "I'm sure everyone will warm up to you soon."

She thinks back to Len and Luka.

"I don't know. I hope so."

very experimental with lots of typos I can’t be bothered to fix bc I wrote it at like 1am last night HAHAHA

may delete. may not. Who knows ;^) we’ll only know if I post up the next part lol

Cross-posted from ffnet.

[buffystylez-blog]

Angel

Written by: David Greenwalt

Directed by: Scott Brazil

Starring: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyson Hannigan, Nicholas Brendon, Anthony Head, David Boreanaz, Charisma Carpenter, Julie Benz, and Kristine Sutherland.

Slayerettes, welcome to just past the halfway point. Of season 1. And it is a doozy. There’s leather pants. And leather jackets. And other things. 

It’s a bit of a mixed bag if I’m honest, guys. The plot is A Story but the clothes are B Story.

The Master is back, but who really gives a shit? BECAUSE ANGEL.

Outfit 1

I do love a bit of black crochet. Puts me in mind of an adolescent Stevie Nicks. But with less top hats and more slut straps. But no cocaine, which I think is healthy.

The eyeliner is probably my favourite part of the ensemble now. Winged eyeliner is such a challenge for me. It’s like that guy in Bojack Horseman says, ‘it gets easier, but you gotta do it everyday. That’s the hard part.’ I get it now. I really get it.

Whoever said redheads can’t wear green can shut up now.

Whoever said Xander could leave the house looking good can shut up now.

But thank goodness after last week Xander has gone from attempted rape back to his regular shut-shaming Cordelia for this rather cute number.

Buffy sees Xander’s batshit sense of style and decides it’s time to call it a night.

There’s some unsettling parallels to Twilight, of which this is but one.

Buffy adds a jacket, but because it’s the 90s it’s a strange cut and length and fabric.

This jacket will come back in a future episode about nightmares coming true. That’s... significant.

Buffy lives most of the audience’s dream by inviting Angel in to her home.

This is definitely my favourite look from Angel so far.

The tattoo is... alright, I guess. I’m more critical now I’ve seen a couple of seasons of Inkmaster.

Joyce thinks this much older ‘tutor’ is sketchy AF. Rightly. 

I keep forgetting she’s wearing a halter neck under the crochet. And by forget I mean repress.

Outfit 2

For this unplanned innocent-ish sleepover Buffy’s gone with a cute singlet and I’m guessing shorts or whatever. And a bra.

Outfit 3

This jacket is off somehow. The motto of the late 90s.

Buffy is serving some spunky realness right now.

Willow is serving some adorable realness.

Xander is serving fries and burgers.

I always thought this shift was really cute. The pink ribbon headband is such a nice touch. Is the shift white or a really light blue? I like a pastel pink and blue combo. In my hair. Because that is what my hair currently looks like.

What I don’t like is the daisy trim under her boobs. And it makes me question the pink ribbon. And why he’s still in her bedroom. And why they aren’t making out right now.

KISSING. But also, does that plastic ring really work with this look?

Buffy discovers Angel is a vampire and it. Is. SHOCKING. Sort of. I remember TV Hits spoiling this before the show had even aired in Australia. Which I forgot watching this episode.

Outfit 4

A quick hashtag tbt to Buffy training at school with Giles before she learned Angel’s horrifying secret (that he inspired Stephenie Meyer).

I feel like the pants could be more practical. Also I watch this now wondering how I missed that the stunt double seems taller than Sarah Michelle Gellar.

I could never find these t-shirts in 1997. I can find it now, which is... fine. I guess.

Back to Buffy being fucked with by dudes.

Outfit 5

I thought this was the first time Buffy wore this jacket and it was a definite statement that she was getting rid of Angel. It’s... just because Angel’s bad doesn’t mean his jacket is. I’m pretty sure this is the same jacket she wore with the shift. Maybe Angel was hiding on top of his jacket and she couldn’t get to it.

Willow mixes patterns like nobody’s business. She seems as concerned as me by Buffy’s hair.

Buffy loves a white singlet with bows and a cute graphic. I don’t. But I sure did back then.

Both Willow and Buffy are as confused as I am by Xander’s refusal to dress nice.

Please teach Xander how to do a green patterned shirt  and not be a dickhead.

While the Scooby Gang try to ignore the fact Angel’s not that bad but also, like, a vampire or whatever, Darla is being consistent by wearing a school uniform all of the time. I’m scared to ask where she shops. I don’t think it’s Lowes.

You can’t really see it here but Joyce is textbook Art Gallery Manager right now.

Darla does a thing and it works and Buffy’s mad as hell at Angel. But at the hospital, something wonderful happens.

THIS PAISLEY REVELATION.

Outfit 6

Fuck this lighting, man.

Buffy’s dressed to kill. Gliterally. I’ve been binge-watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race.

I would've wanted this, looked for it, found it, and been too scared to wear it. I would definitely wear it now, but only if it were a sweater and not a button up.

She’s wearing leather pants and boots but I would not and will never wear leather pants. Too hard to get on and off. It’s bad enough trying to go to the bathroom after swimming in a one-piece. This is too big a challenge. I’m not Wonder Woman.

My criticism of Darla’s previous outfit was that the Peter Pan collar seemed too big. And that it makes her look insane.

Girl knows how to accessorise. I would’ve gone with a high pony. Maybe I just don't have the face for this kind of ‘tail. SMG definitely does.

Angel saves Buffy even though she could have just waited until Darla ran out of bullets and fucked her up, which I find a little annoying. But at the same time I also think it’s a sure sign to Buffy that Angel is ‘not like other vampires.’ 

The Master tells the Annoying One that it’s a big deal for a vampire to kill another vampire. Angel killing Darla, who is his sire or whatever, is his way of saying he’s on Buffy’s side. And also conveniently gets rid of his crazy ex-girlfriend.

Anyway Angel’s a vampire but he’s good, so yay! Sort of. Man, those Gypsies are brutal.

Outfit 7

Seriously, fuck this lighting.

This angle conceals the dumb clips she’s wearing, which is great. It was a dumb clip heavy episode for Buffy.

Angel is so handsome and broody but also creepy but also really hot. But I bet he doesn’t have a paisley scarf.

As a teenage girl I found this episode so romantic and sexy and heartbreaking and watching it now... I feel mostly the same. The kiss at the end still gets me. It really does. One thing season 1 does well is make the monsters of the week a metaphor for what it’s like to be a teenager. And Buffy and Angel’s romance is the perfect example of this. I doff my cap to Whedon.

Is that plastic ring right with this outfit?

Up next, Online Dating is scary. Mostly because of how the technology reminds me that I’m old as hell.

Until next time, Slayerettes.