#oh boy kinda a long chapter but it sure feels like it goes fast

[dearestvante]

stuck with you; kth. | 02.

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader , namjoon x fem!reader genre: non-idol au, exes to lovers (?), roomates au, angst, fluff (??idk), miniseries warnings: short chapters, lowercase writing, swearing, kinda toxic relationship, unrequited love, fear of commitment, use of petnames (baby & honey), lil suggestive, taehyung is no longer an asshole, you kinda are tho (this sounds weird asfgsf you'll see) wc: 1.3k

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losing you took a toll on taehyung, even though it was all his fault. too scared of change, of commitment, he chose the easy way out. and he had been regretting it ever since. he wanted you to hate him, to treat him like he doesn’t even exist, but you were too nice. yes, you might’ve been angry sometimes - rightfully, cause he was provoking you - but you didn’t hate him. it would’ve been so much easier that way to move on, but if he couldn’t, he figured, the best he can do is make sure that you do, and that you’re happy. it took some time to come to that conclusion, consodering he still pretty much hated your new boyfriend, but as far as he could tell, he made you happy, so he slowly came to terms with it. he tried, at least. from that moment on, there were no more jokes or insensitive comments made whenever he saw the two of you. he even apologized to namjoon, and to you for being such a dick. was it genuine? not really, but as long as that smile never disappeared from your face, he was willing to do anything.

slowly, the differences have been resolved, up to the point where you could ask taehyung to stay for dinner, with you and namjoon. it was a bit too quiet for a while, but as the night progressed, the ice broke. sure, there were a few times when taehyung had to hold himself back from saying something he would definitely regret later, but he did well. at least for a while.

after dinner, both of the boys helped you wash and put away the dishes. you said you would do it later but they insisted. during so, all three of you got into a conversation, which was - surprisingly - kept going by namjoon himself.

“so, taehyung, are you a student as well?”

“no, i dropped out” he replies, and quickly continues, after seeing namjoon panic. “no, it’s okay. my parents made me apply for business but i hated it and left”

“oh, that’s sad. so i guess you work?”

“i do” taehyung nods in agreement “i make album cover designs at a record label. same one that y/n works at. we even worked together for a while, actually”

“what?” namjoon turns to you, surprised. “you never told me you do designs!”

“and she’s really good at them too” taehyung continues, making you blush.

“no, i am not.” you say, with a shy smile forming on your face.

“you’re too humble, honey”

for a good second, that feels like an eternity for taehyung, and based on the look on your face, for you too, the whole room goes quiet. namjoon’s eyes dart between taehyung and you, both avoiding eye contact with him, but mostly with each other. he’s the one that breaks the silence, with a nervous chuckle, that pulls taehyung back to reality.

“i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to..” he says, his face turned towards namjoon, but still, his words are meant for you.

“eh, it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever said” namjoon shrugs, a bit confused as to why are you two acting so weird over, what seemed to him was just a slip of the tongue. and he wasn’t wrong about it, what he didn’t know - or couldn’t know - was the origin of that nickname, that was what made the whole situation so awkward. taehyung gave that nickname to you, after your first time together, saying you taste like honey. and no, not just your lips. you. every time he used it, even after it had become a habit, he thought about that sweet time you two shared. and so did you. your rosy cheeks always gave it away.

“i think we’re done” you say, trying to leave the kitchen as fast as possible, with namjoon following you closely.

taehyung leans towards the kitchen counter, with his face buried in his hands, mumbling nothing but these three words to himself.

“you fucking idiot.”

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when you first met namjoon, you thought he’s gonna be the one for you. wandering the hallways on campus, you were looking at the artworks displayed on the tall walls when he walked up to you.

“captivated by the brushstrokes of monet?” he asked, planting his feet next to you, looking at the painting.

“not really. it’s too peaceful and simple for me” you replied, glancing up at him, from the corner of your eye.

“oh?” he turned his face towards you now, soft smile spreading on it. “who do you prefer, then?”

“i like frida kahlo’s work” you replied, looking up at him, head tilted slightly.

“interesting. i’m namjoon, by the way”

“y/n” you nodded “nice to meet you.”

something about him caught your eye that day, at least that was what you thought back then. now, looking back, it seems like you only felt attracted to him cause he was nice to you. the reason you were at campus that day was because you applied for a new major, but you got rejected, again. if taehyung was there, he would’ve told you not to give a damn about it, cause it’s their loss, but he wasn’t. he broke up with you a few days before, so having someone else there that seemed to care, made you think that you’re in love again. you felt a tiny spark, and too afraid to let it die, you jumped into a new relationship, hoping it will last. namjoon was the perfect partner, someone you always dreamed of as a little girl. he was tall, handsome, kind and intelligent. his soft features turned even softer when he smiled, revealing two dimples, his eyes forming thin crescents. he was, what you would call, a picture-perfect boyfriend, who would make you feel loved and protected all the time. but for some reason, that wasn’t enough for you. that tiny spark that lit up when you met him, probably vanished soon after, no matter how hard you tried to revive it. it was time to face reality, the one in which you weren’t in love with namjoon.

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the movie has been going on for almost an hour now, but if someone asked you what is it about, you’d probably stare at them blankly, with no clue. your mind is a mess, it almost feels like it’s chanting one sentence to you, and the only way to make it stop is to say it out loud. soon enough, you start to feel more and more uncomfortable being so close to namjoon, so you pull away a little, which he notices immediately, stopping the movie.

“something wrong?” he asks, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“well..”

as you prepare to say the words, they get stuck in your throat, you’re starting to feel like it’s not right. you’re gonna hurt him if you say it. but if you keep lying and pretending, that’s even worse. he deserves to know the truth, he deserves someone who actually loves him. you suck in a breath and collect your thoughts. it’s now or never.

“i want to break up with you”

the chanting in your head stops as the words leave your mouth. you feel relieved, until you look back into namjoon’s eyes.

he scoffs. “it’s about your ex, isn’t it? oh, i should’ve known..”

“what? no, it’s not!” you deny, though he’s not entirely wrong.

“cut the crap, we both know that it is” he turns back to you, but you can’t read his expression. “you used me for rebound, and now that you’re on good terms with him again, you don’t need me anymore”

you feel tears burning your eyes and don’t even understand why. you just stare at namjoon, unable to say anything as his look turns from hurt to disgusted.

“don’t cry now, i don’t need your pity party” he gets up and rubs his forehead as he continues. “i would’ve never expected this, not from you. i loved you, i really did, but if that’s what you want, i can’t stop you.”

“i’m sorry..” you start walking up to him, but he stops you.

“just leave, please.”

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a/n. finallyyyyy the second chapter is here. it's not my best i know, but hopefully the third will make up for it. this week is kinda busy for me, but hopefully i can get back to writing when it's over (i really hope so cause my ideas are killing me i need to write ㅠㅠ). alsoo question, would you like some teasers/snippets from my wips? lmk if you do, til next time, take care ❤️‍🩹

[lavenderangeline]

She who holds the spirits

Chapter 5 Drunk Pals

TW: NSFW! Fluff, drunk af yamato

“Are you sure about that Tenzo?” Yamatos heart skips a beat as he hears his senpai behind him. He stammers something, ends the bandage with a knot and hears Annas laugh. She kinda sounds like a kettle on the stove. It sounds funny, no wonder the others are joining in. ”Kakashi Sensei! I fought against Anna-San, it was sooo cool!” “You call me breaking your rib cool…?”, Anna´s question sounded appalled. Naruto looked at her, silently laughthing, scratching the back of his back. Waving his hand at her he says, “Eh- ehehe… didn´t count that in. It just shows how strong you are!” Both, Yamato and Kakashi looked at Anna. Kakashi seemed not happy that she broke the bones of his student. Anna panics “I´m sorry that happend! I immideatly healed him! He´s okay again!!” Kakashi sighed, “Well… As long as Naruto is alright…” He squatted down beside Yamato. While Naruto was talking loudly with Anna, who watched the young boy with concern, Kakashi whispered towards Tenzo. “Can you tell me what happend?” “I uhm- might tell you on the way to the hokage” Yamato crackles. “Oh also…”, Kakashis face gave Yamato the shivers, “I saw you doing things that you shouldn´t do young man-” “Aha… ahahahaha….”, Yamatos nervous laugh made Anna look at him. “Everything okay you two?” They nod very fast. She shrugs, turning back to Naruto. ”Show her how to control his chakra and then let´s go!”, Kakashi mumbles. Yamato nods.

Anna goes and follows Yamato, listen to him closely and tries to concentrate. It´s pretty hard when your brain tries to get it´s own thoughts through. What did they mumble just a few minutes ago? Yamato looked terrified. Also she couldn´t hear because Naruto was talking so freaking loud. Well- she sighs into herself, now she got a different thing to do and Anna was sure Yamato would tell her if she asks. She sat down in the middle of the wooden columns. The young man with the chestnut brown hair still explaining, she looked up, fascinated that he created this place. She did something like that before… but that was a long time ago when she was little and just got merged with the spirit. “Did you understand everything?” “Yes Captain Yamato!”, she replied, very proud of herself. He smiled, “Then show me please.” Anna nodded strongly, taking a deep breath in and out, closing her eyes, concentrating on her chakra and surroundings. As she opened them again her vision changed, she saw the flow of every energy around her. That wasn´t something new, she was used to it. Yamato seemed surprised as she looked up at him, before looking forward. Her eyes changed into those she had as a dragon, ice cold, thin and long pupils and glowing. Some of her blue chakra started to flame up around her body, not much, just barley visible. “You´re using too much chakra”, Yamatos voice is strict. Anna sighs annoyed, holding her finger sign, : “I´m not… that´s normal when i do these kinds of jutsus. I can´t help it. Also feeling into me i have the right amount.” Almost pouting she gazes up into his eyes. He examinged her up and down, eyebrows still in this strict, angry way. His arms are crossed. She sees him the first time that way- the way that just screams authority. She looks forward again. The young man sighs, slightly dramatic -”Fine… Just… look after yourself- okay?” Why did he sound worried now? Anna grinned like a winner of a race- “Trust me- I will!” “Okay, Kakashi and me trying to be back in time. Just- be careful you two…” It almost seemed like he was afraid leaving Annaisha and Naruto alone- Well… considering what happend and the amount of energy this boy has it is in fact worrying. But Anna is sure she can handle it. Thinking to herself that she was in much worse situations so this is kindergarten shit. Kakashi came to the rescue, touched the shoulder of his friend, telling him to go. “She can handle that. Otherwise Tsunade wouldn´t brought her into the team.”

It took a little while, but now the Joinin are going down the street toward the hokages abode. Being far enough away Kakashi begins to speak. “What the hell did make you think it is okay to sleep in one bed with her?” He sounded kind of angry, it made Yamato nearly jump out of his pants. “I- uhm- eh jusnmhndng….” “What did you just said?”, Kakashi holding his ear towards him like an old man. Yamato murmurs something again, kakashi doesn´t understand. “Ugh… if you keep doing shit like that without fucking her in the end you´re going to have a sad sad life-” “WE DIDN´T FUCK WE JUST LAID IN ONE BED AND CUDDLED BECAUSE I WASN´T SLEEPING WELL!”, Yamatos yelling made some people look at him, his face flushes and he apologizes. Kakashi looks him dead in the eye. “Ahhh he can TALK- so if you can TALK now we can discuss that you firstly looked at her badonkers”, he makes a movement with his hands, as if he would lift his own tits, all color fades out of Yamatos face, “Secondly you got so fucking horny only by this woman being around you-” Yamato just wanted to fade away- no wait… he IS fading away right now- bit by bit. “that your long john just got it´s peak in like… months?!” “I- IT WAS-”, Yamato clears his throat, trying to calm himself down, “ It wasn´t like that…” Kakashi slided his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Yeah for sure- that was why she noticed it immediatly what you have in your pants as you got up that night. OH- AND ALSO-” , Kakashi laughed while Yamato watched and listend to him in horror, “she FELT it while you two slept in one bed. While you just slept in instantly she was awake for a while, red as a tomato, holding her hands over her face. It got even worse after you hugged her. She seemed like beeing in bed with her over one year crush.”

Kakashi looks up, scratching his cheek. Yamato stays behind a little being a pudding on the ground. Stopping the white haired man turns around, “Oh don´t be so dramatic Tenzo. It´s okay to be attracted to her… as long as you two are taking your time and be serious with each other- eeeverything is going to be fine.” He picks his comrad up from the ground and drags the young man with him. “She has an interesting tattoo on her back, that´s what i can say- ohhh almost forgot- the badonkers you looked at are-” “KAKASHI - STOP. TALKING!”, Yamato yells, clearly out of breath, not wanting to hear what this stalker of a man witnessed.

While the two man sharing their dark secrets which happend last night and reporting to Tsunade, the training with Naruto goes well. Anna can fully focus on what Yamato told her, it´s almost like second nature to her to control Narutos chakra so he can train in peace. Both, the young woman and the boy are fully focused on what they´re doing, until Anna hears someone approaching behind her. “So you´re the new girl right?”, a light voice says. Not turning around, still concentrating on the tasks Anna nods. “Ineed i am.” A slight annoyed huff behind her makes Anna frow her eyebrows down. The person behind her steps forward, directly in front of her. “It´s not nice not looking towards the person you´re talking to you know.”, a young girl, Anna guesses in her teenage years like Naruto- with light pink hair, green eyes and an red kind of dress looks down on her. “I´m just doing my job- you know.”, the annoyed answer coming from the red haired woman seems to make the girl slightly furious. Anna looks up for a second then focuses her gaze towards naruto who still tries to split the waterfall in two. “Sorry. I´m just busy. Captain Yamato is not here so i´m responsible for controlling Narutos chakra while he trains.” “Ohhh i see-” She turns around looking at her teammate before going back to Anna, squatting down beside her. “I´m Sakura Haruno. Very glad to finally meet you.” It felt like her smile was fake. Was it really that wrong to not look on her and focus on the task that is given to her? Normally it was the other way around for Anna- she got scolding because she CAN`T concentrate on what she´s doing. If Anna could she would bow down slightly, being polite is what she can do best afterall-

“Annaisha Akiharu. Very nice to meet you too.” It gets silent for a moment before Sakura begins to speak again. “Sooo how did you came here? Or better question is- what brought you to Konohagakure?”, her voice sounds interested but at the same time sharp like a knife. “Good question.”, Anna calmly gives back, trying to change the beginning of the conversation into more positive vibes, “mostly because i want to learn more about medicine. I was very surprised as Lady Tsunade directly wanted me as her student… i hope i also might go into the craft of a midwife later, but that is a different thing.” She chuckles a little. Sakura on the other hand watches her closely, Anna wished her to get away- her chakra seemingly going into a different direction, as if the blue flame that she caused flowed with the wind. She didn´t liked the vibe Sakura gave her. It was almost eerie. How was this girl Tsunades student? She didn´t felt warm just… obsessed with something- or someone.

“A midwife. Interesting. So you like kids?” “I wouldn´t be here if i wouldn´t like kids- from my own experience i didn´t liked it but it´s a fact that you teens are still kids-”, Anna joked a little badly, only to see how Sakura reacts. The pink haired girl weighted her head from side to side. “You´re not wrong there…” It took a little while until Sakura picked up the conversation again. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Why did this question HAS to come from her? “Uhh no. Only if you count fictional men and woman in-”, grinning widely Anna looked at the younger teen. She looked quiet shocked- “You like men and woman?!” she gasped. “Why? Is that in some kind important to you?”, the redhead lifted an eyebrow, “As far as i´m concerned it doesn´t make me more weird. The people that are important to me love me no matter who I love.” “No- ahaha- i think that´s fine. As long you´re happy-”, it seemed like Sakura was uncomfortable with that kind of information. Good. As long as she doesn´t continue asking about her love life- “How old are you? Maybe you could be the first one that romances Sensei Kakashi!” What the hell did this girl ate to breakfast? A clown? If yes, it wasn´t a good one. “Listen girlie-”, Anna began to get quiet annoyed, “i just know you for like 20 minutes- stop asking me questions like we´re friends. I don´t know you, you don´t really know me. We can talk about it someday but not when i need to concentrate on something really important. I understand you´re curious, i am too- but this is not the best situation to ask those things-” The sound of the waterfall silenced Sakuras indignant grunt, she stomend away and placed herself under the tree right next to the columns. Anna sighed. “What a bitch.”, she mumbled so silent only she could hear.

It was the late evening as Yamato, Kakashi and Anna walked down town to the bar. Anna clearly wasn´t in the mood for a drink, even tho the adults would say at this point that they needed one. The only thing which was clear to her at this certain moment was that she HATED Sakura Haruno. And the worst thing was that she not only stayed in a team with her the next few months, nooooo- it was even more evil than just that: she had to work with her because she was the first student of lady Tsunade. The only reason why she´s going with the two men is that she was happy to see Yamato again. Also Kakashi- because she wanted to know him better. Maybe he can also tell Anna a little something about his students- why Sakura is the way she is when she talks with Anna and it wasn´t even a full day with her! Feeling down and just wanting to roll into bed she just looked down while walking. Nibbling on the long sleeves of her shirt. Because she got kind of cold earlier, Yamato gave her his Shinobi west. Focusing on the good her lips formed into a gentle smile.

Feeling a hand on her head, she looks up towards Kakashi. He and Yamato seemed to communicated without words, just with wild gestures and looks while Anna was in her head thinking. “What's wrong? Something that bothers you?”, Kakashi asked and Anna could swear she noticed a soft smile behind his dark mask.

The woman breathed in, stopped and let out a loud sigh. Looking away, caressing her upper arm to feel maybe more comfortable. “I don't know if I and Sakura are going to get along with each other. Something just feels…odd when I'm talking with her. She was annoyed so fast. Also she directly asked my about my love life which isn't something I like doing when I just met a person. It's no problem when you get to the topic naturally but that - it felt forced.” Kakashi listens, Yamato too. While Yamato clearly wasn't happy about what Sakura did, Kakashi was more neutral about it. “Sakura can be a bit harsh. She is more reserved than you might think-”, the white haired man stop in the middle of his explanation. Seeing that Anna knows more than she might say at the moment. Giving a short look to Yamato, he then says: “I'm going to talk with her about it. Now heads up pumpkin head, let's go and have some fun” Anna looked up to him- “Are you serious? Pumpkin head?” She begins to laugh a little. “Thank you Kashi, I appreciate it.”

They continued walking down the busy street, Anna walking more in the front of the young men. “Kashi?”, Yamato looked at him amused. Kakashi grinned under his mask, “I got a nickname ~ not like you -” Yamato looked at him with wide eyes, “But it's a cute nickname better than “pumpkin head” you old troll.”

“Iiii got a nickname ~”, Kakashi whispered in a melodic way to Yamato. “Yeah Yeah… “, Yamatos annoyance made Kakashi giggle.

They sat down in the bar the men liked to go the most. They got their usual while Anna just got herself an mocktail. Alcohol just tasted like straight piss to her. Also almost smells like it. In her childhood it was nothing she ever worried about, even tho her smell was always really good, it got more intense after the ritual, the morphing. She sat beside Yamato, also that she still wore his jacket helped not directly taking in the smell of the adult milk. Kakashi directly began to spill the tea beside reading his icha icha book. Anna guessed it is the fourth book in the collection. Not listening she let her gaze wander around the bar. Some other Shinobi sitting by the bar, civilians having a fun time- another one seemed to celebrate their birthday with friends. The atmosphere was euphoric. Still she wished herself some time in her room, even tho she felt better after talking with Kakashi.

Yamato turned towards her. “Don't you wanna take the jacket off?” Anna shook her head ”no-” She began to joke and grin “It's mine now.” The man sitting next to her blushes. Thankfully the drinks came around, so he didn't had to answer anymore.

As the night went on the more drunk the men beside Anna get. Especially Yamato seems to get drunk easily and with that more talkative than usual. Kakashi seemed to stay the same, only his voice changed sounding more like a babble. It's always interesting watching the drunk people. Especially how their behavior changed.

Yamato got more touchy with Anna, leaning more towards her, bringing her into the conversation and touching her on her hand by “accident”. Anna was full in observation mode. Her emotional battery was fully booked out today and now the only thing that she could do was to observe. She also catches Yamato looking at her boobs. He mostly cleared his throat after he looked, that's how she knows.

Kakashi notices her behavior and Yamatos of course. Just thinking to himself “Oh Tenzo- you got a very attentive young woman by your side. Hopefully he knows what he's getting himself into.”

After a while Anna leaned her head onto Tenzo's shoulder. Too tired to keep up with the conversations. Still, she stayed alert if one of the drunk pals needed help.

The man Anna leaned on was way to drunk to really get that flustered. He found himself thinking how cute she is and how she wears his jacket the whole evening. Beside the Alcohol warming him, a different warm feeling came from his heart. She wasn't only beautiful to him, she was gorgeous, maybe even out of his league. His drunk brain circled around many things. But mostly about how he wants to stay close to her. He had to admit that he looked way too much on her boob's, or thighs, even if he considered himself more of a butt person, she had more curves than that. It wasn't a secret her body showed how strong she was. He could swear she could crush his skull with her thighs. The black sporty shorts that she wears gave enough space to show off her muscles. He was kind of impressed by it. Well- he was the whole day impressed by her strength. Breaking Narutos ribs - thinking about it she could've done more damage than that but she still hold back, even tho she panicked saying she did too much.

“I'd let her break my ribs too…” his brain dropped randomly. A shiver rolled down his spine. Why was he so turned on by the fact she could just flip him around like it was nothing, forcing him into submission. His cock twitched a little. The sake was too strong today. “Yamato I won't let you go home alone, drunk like you are-”, Anna's voice snaps him out if his thoughts, remembering they were in a conversation about who goes there- at least that's what he did remember.

“No no no no- I walk YOU home.” he laughed dumbly. Anna sighed, looking at Kakashi who shrugged his shoulders. “Good, then walk ME home my white knight.” Yamatos smile looked cunning and silly at the same time. Standing up he trembled backwards, Annaisha catching him by his sides made him blush. “Who's the white night now Tenzo?”, Kakashi laughed. “It- it's Ya-”The captain needed a bit, “Yamato!” With a giggle Anna leads him, still holding onto his sides, to the door of the bar. Yamato still tries to talk back to Kakashi but the girl has no nerve to deal with that so she tells him kindly to shut up, to the white haired mans surprise Tenzo really stops talking, normally that never works. Mhm- How practical it can be, having a new woman in the group. He asks himsepf if he will keep shut if he says: “USE PROTECTION! I DON´T WANNA BE A GODFATHER SOON!” All the people turn- first towards Kakashi then to the young “couple”. Madly Anna turns around, grabs an ashtray by the entrance and throws it towards Kashi. Panicked he ducks and as he gets up, just a few centimeters beside his face, the ashtary is stuck inside the wall- Actually Yamato wanted to freeze because his comrad caught him off guard, blushing, being ashamed and go- but now he kind of gets scared now by Anna´s explosive reaction. “C´mon- we go!”, Anna pushes the poor Yamato out of the door. As it closes, all people suddenly look at the white haired guy.

On the way Yamato asks: “Why did you throw that ashtray at him?” “Because he didn´t had to scream that through the room. I am going to apologize to him tomorrow.” They get silent for a second. Anna silently takes Yamatos hand, interwines their fingers, blushing. “Where do you live?” Yamato´s heart beats in a tact he never knew- “W- Why do you wanna know that?” She takes his Hand in both of hers, while they walk beside each other. “Because you should get some rest after drinking so much.” “Uh- So i… b- but i wanted to walk you home…”, sounding a bit sad as he pouts. Anna swore that her heart jumped seeing him doing that- it was too cute. ”But i won´t let you go alone. Sorry but i don´t trust you while you´re drunk- ehm well… i doubt your sense for diraction.”, she chuckles. Yamato stops, looking down at her. The streetlight gives him a dim vision of the woman beside him. He shyly begins to speak: “And what if…”, leaning down a bit to her, “i stay at your place again?” Just another baby step and their noses would touch. Both feel their heart almost jumping out of their chest.

Thinking Anna stares into his eyes. She can see how drunk he is. His cheeks and nosetip flushed, eyes half open and his smirk is bit silly and crooked. She blushes so intensely, that it could shine like the midday sun. Being very lucky that Yamatos state of mind doesn´t notice that she is in fact red as an tomato. Noticing that he´s coming closer she instantly reacts and stammers: “W- Well we can go- eh to my place… no problem!” It seems like that shakes him out of his thoughts. “Let´s go then-” His smile is warm as they begin to go again. Still holding hands.

Tenzo get´s shushed as they go upstairs towards Anna´s room. She seems very careful with him, watching every step he takes. He´s a grown up ass man but this woman protects him in a situation he doesn´t even need protection. But… somehow she does it in such a wholesome way that he doesn´t mind. Sneaking down the hallway, Mel meows her hello, Anna pats her tiny head before the cat runs into the womans room. With the cat leading the way they both arrive in Annaishas room. The red haired woman puts on a saltlamp on her bookshelve, the soft yellowish light brightens the room. It feels even more cozy in her with it. Mel already waits on Anna´s bed. “Even Mel says it´s bedtime now.”, Anna chuckles. Yamato has to smile, she´s so cute. As the captain stumbles, Anna catches him and sets him on her bedsite- almost like yesterday, he thinks to himself. Drunk thought he pats Mel, who loves the attention, leaning into his scratches and purring very loud. He didn´t even notice Anna going out and back into the room, placing a little bucket on the bedside, a glass with water and painkillers. “You might need that-”, Anna smiles and caresses his cheek. Yamato is kind of blown away by the situation and just- stares. He watching her kneeling down, opening his shoes, getting him out of it and putting them aside. “You don´t need to-”, the young man murmurs. She shakes her head, then stands up. “Let me help.”, her voice is soft, silent, almost whispering and he adores the way she said it. Getting few steps closer, touching his headprotector, lifting it up and laying it aside on the table. The metal clinks onto the wood. “You´re beautiful Annaisha.” Turning to him, she can´t believe he just said that. “Wha- Thank you… Yamato.”, she smiles shy. The look in Yamatos eyes changed from drunk to “I found the best thing in the whole universe and i love it”. She still wears his west- it was too big for her, even tho they are kind of the same size- Yamato is more buff than her, he never thought to find a woman (or man) this cute, wearing his own shinobi west. Silent, Anna decides to lifts Yamatos shirt a little, she stops and blushes. “Is it okay if i help you with your shirt?” Being too nervous Yamato nods. “Okay, lift your arms up please-” He does just as she told him to.

Carefully she pulls it over his head, seeing some of his scars more clear in this intense moment. As the shirt blops off, his hair seems more fluffy than usual. As she folds his shirt she could swear seeing a little buldge in his crotch while the dim light of the salt lamp shines on him. “You smell like lavender.”, Tenzo suddenly says- “Oh. You noticed? It´s calming, mostly what i need for my rushing thoughts.”, Anna explains to him, hanging his longsleeve shirt over her desk chair. He kindly smirks: “How could i not notice after spending over a day with a beautiful woman like you.” She giggles, “Don´t get ahead of yourself Yamato Senpai. It seems like you get more cunning after a while of being drunk.” He gets up, stepts towards her, pulling her close by the zipper of his west. The Aura changes as he looks down to her, whispering in an dark tone: “Maybe i am indeed becoming too cunning- but with you i wanna risk it.” Anna feels lightheaded, high from being so close to him. She smelled pine and a little bit of alcohol which didn´t even bothered her at this point.

Time slowed down as their faces came closer to each other. All thinking simply wiped away as their noses touched, lips brushing against the other. Looking deeply into each others eyes before closing them, giving in into the kiss, into each other. The kiss was soft, but felt so intense at the same time. Feeling how their blood runs faster through their veins and the heart pumps faster. After Yamato slowly slides down the green west off Anna´s shoulders he pulls her even closer, continuing to kiss her. Nobody noticed that Mel jumped down the bed, looked at them and then silently walked out of the room as if she knows what´s going on. Seemingly approves Yamatos presence this time.

Slowly stepping backwards towards Anna´s bed, Tenzo sits down, pulling the woman on his lap. They´re both breathless, looking at each other. Anna wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand in his hair. He caresses her cheek with his thumb before pulling her in again. The feeling of his cock while she sat on him made Anna feel dizzy. She got wet by all the sweet kisses of his. Feeling him being like this makes her want to grind against him, making her pussyjuice soak through her pants, leaving a wet spot on his. But he was drunk and this was also way to early to fuck with him in any kind of way. Still- his kisses got more intense but Annaisha didn´t stopped him in his rythm. Enjoying every second of these moments with him. They end up brushing their lips together. For a while they just sit there as their thoughts slowly come back while staying in their high. Through half lided eyes they gaze into each other. Yamatos big hands resting on her hips. Her´s wandered down, touching his broad chest. “We- we should go to bed.”, Anna whispers. Yamato gives her a kiss, like a feather touching her lips. “May i help to red rid of your clothes too then?”, he waits patiently for her answer. She can see in his eyes that he asks with the kind of respect for her, which says it is okay if she doesn´t want to. A simple nod makes him smile. Anna blushes.

The man with the chestnut brown hair follows his own movements. Wandering his hands under her white longsleeve, feeling her stomach, her abs that show then she breaths out. He does it really slow, wanting to feel every inch of her body, leaving nothing untouched. He wants to guess what´s under this piece of fabric. Feeling some scars, a bigger on on her sidebelly, which he follows with his finger up to her back. The little whimper Anna gives him makes his dick twitch. Fuck. This is better than his dream. As he feels that she has a sports bra on, he lifts the shirt, pulling it over her head, dropping it on the floor. He looks down on her. Leaving a kiss on her shoulder, giving her a beautiful little shiver. He doesn´t even dare touching her breast without her permission. Even while drunk. Looking into her eyes again he asks: “Should i undress your bra?” His eyes remind her of a cute cat.

“Will you even remember this night?”

“What if i do remember?”

“I hope you are going to remember this night…”

Anna´s murmuring voice made Yamato smile. “Me too.”

Without a warning Anna pulled her bra up, over her head. That was the moment Yamato freezed. He was sure the alcohol subsided because of his reaction. Anna got red as an tomato. “I hope this wasn´t too sudden for you…” He stammers, “N- n-no! It isn´t… i just- wow-” Anna giggles, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “M- may i?” “Mhm~” The woman nods. Careassing Yamato lets run his fingers over her chest. Her nipples perked up, giving everything the perfect shape. He kissed between both boobs, up to her neck. Sweet and caring. That is what he wanted to be for her.

A giver, not someone who takes from her. She was too prescious to him, even in this short amount of time. It was something to begin with.

Finally, after some minutes of hugging and sweet kisses they got to bed. Lights out. Curling up into two spoons they slept in.

[motherlyra]

Chapter 42: Defend Day

I actually cannot believe how quickly I am writing these holy fuck. Probably gonna change real quick but hey in the meantime enjoy!

Warnings: I have no idea where this fic is headed any more, gee thanks guys for helping me decide, my request list is running low, well I still have a few things on it but I can’t do anything right NOW, so like, send me requests if you have them, oh yeah there’s some fighting in this chapter I guess

The two of you stared at the jacket for a while, your mind rushing to figure out how to deal with Flowey.

“I could take him to Hotland, if you are so concerned.” Gaster spoke up, noticing you stalling. “He is most likely in a weakened state. All it would take is a drop over lava-“

“We aren’t killing him.” You interrupted, slowly bringing your feet under you.

“I am sorry, what? Why ever not? Has he not caused you a great deal of pain? If I remember correctly, he is the reason your Soul is so damaged in the first place.” Gaster’s voice was thick with disbelief.

“I said; we aren’t killing him.” You repeated walking towards the jacket. Gaster appeared in front of you, blocking out the light as he looked down at you with piercing cold eyes.

“Do explain why we would not kill the being that infested my brother like a weed, puppeting him around like he was some play thing. Please, do tell me your excuse for keeping the abomination alive when it would not grant us the same liberty.” His flowing voice was sharp, eyes flashing brighter each sentence.

“Because I said so.” You growled back at the same tone, jabbing a finger at Gaster’s chest. “I’m not going to say anything stupid like ‘if we kill him then we are just as bad as him’ bullshit.” Your voice rose to be a mocking stereotypical hero for the line before dropping back to normal. “We aren’t killing him because I don’t kill, and I’m not going to allow you to kill him either.” You jabbed your finger at him again, feeling burning anger fill your chest.

He seemed taken aback at how determined you were to let Flowey live, and took a step backwards, hand on his chest where you jabbed him. He quickly recovered, frowning at you with narrowed eyes. “When it turns against you once more, do not expect me to come running to your rescue, human.”

“I didn’t ask for you to.” You stepped around Gaster and knelt by the jacket, slowly untying the sleeves. You could hear small sounds coming from the jacket, and when you finally unfolded it completely you saw Flowey looking wide-eyed at you, massive tears running down his face. His face looked more three-dimensional than usual, looking almost like Toriel’s.

He was sobbing quietly, looking utterly terrified of what you were going to do. You noticed most of his petals were in rough shape, folded and torn from the rough treatment inside the jacket. You carefully slipped your hands under him, and brought him to the kitchen.

“You okay?” You asked softly, trying to mask the leftover anger you had. He looked shocked, cutting his sobbing short.

“W-w-what?”

“Are you okay? You look damaged, and your stem was cut pretty high. Are you going to survive?” You asked again, holding him with one hand as you grabbed a Mason jar from the cupboards with the other.

“You… y-you really aren’t gonna k-kill me?” He asked, his eyes looking back to the living room, clearly having heard the conversation. You shook your head, pouring water from the fridge into the jar to have a couple centimeters.

“No, I’m not.” You said clearly, carefully dropping Flowey into the Mason jar. It was a little big for him, but it seemed to do the job well enough. “You’re just a kid. A really, really messed up kid, but I’m not about to kill you. Now answer my question, are you going to live?”

“Y-yeah… It’ll take some time to regenerate roots, but…” He avoided eye contact, looking down as you brought him to the counter and set his jar down. “After everything that happened, you still-“

“I don’t get to decide your punishment.” You cut him off, turning his jar around and pushing it to the corner. “I’m not the one you nearly killed- well I am… I mean, ack, just stay in the corner and think about what you’ve done. Sans gets the final word for your punishment, but... I won’t let him kill you.” You didn’t know why you are trying to comfort him, he nearly killed both you and Sans, but you couldn’t bring yourself to treat him less than human.  

“T… thank you.” He said quietly.

“You’re welcome.” You said flatly, taking a breath. Flowey turned to look at you a moment before settling in the jar, accepting the ‘stand in the corner’ punishment. You walked out of the kitchen and sat back to where you were before, Gaster already sitting where he was earlier. He was looking perplexed at his chest, hand close to it.

“Did I jab too hard?” You asked. Your mood has been successfully soured of its earlier state, but you pulled up your laptop again. Gaster looked at you confused for a moment, before lowering his hand.

“Not at all. You… well, never mind. It is not important.” He adjusted his position, looking at your screen as you restarted the page. You could feel his eyes on you every so often, but you ignored it and let the show run its magic.

It was strange watching the show with Gaster. Every time you glanced over you saw him looking like he was studying it, absorbing every frame possible. Honestly you were still surprised he wasn’t asking any questions about the show. He seemed to accept the strange and alien characters without a thought, though you suppose it was more of a comedic last couple episodes. Every time you heard his low chuckle it threw you off guard, but you were glad he was enjoying it at least.

As you were loading up the final episode, you heard Sans move behind you. You looked to see him uncomfortably shifting around, before suddenly sitting bolt upright.

“NO!” He shouted, freezing as reality started to sink in. You could see him sweating, his blue eye flaming from whatever last second dream he seemed to have had. He took a heavy breath, grabbing the back of the couch with a hand to keep himself upright. The blue flame flickered, slowly fading away as he brought a hand to his head and letting out a quiet groan.

“Headache?” You asked, startling him to look at you. His eye lights were fuzzier than usual, seeming to have a hard time focusing. When they finally sharpened you could see him relax ever so slightly, the worried frown of his replaced by a more confused one as he looked at you. Gaster turned to look at him, and the movement caught Sans’ eyes.

“W-What is he doing out!?” He yelled, recoiling and trying to stand. In his frantic flailing he ended up falling off of the back of the couch with a heavy thud. Before you could even lift yourself to check on him, he was already standing again, keeping the couch between him and Gaster.

“That is one way of saying thank you, I suppose.” Gaster said in an unimpressed voice.

“Sans, it’s cool, he’s on our side now.” You quickly phrased. “He helped you-“

“Helped?” Sans’ voice rose an octave at that notion. “Is that what he told you? Because I remember getting my body hijacked not once, but twice in a row!” You saw him change his stance to a defensive one, as if he expected a fight to erupt. You quickly stood. “Do you even know what that is like? Let me tell you, it does not feel anything like helping.”

“Sans, calm down. I’m sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else to do-“

“Quiet down, dear.” Gaster interrupted you, silently standing as well. “Go on, Brother. Continue telling your human how it was wrong to ask for my help when they were fatally wounded. How they should have let you be puppeted for the rest of your life by the weed, and let themselves die at your feet.” His cold voice held back no punches, acting like a slap to the face for Sans.

“I… I didn’t mean-“ Sans’ anger immediately faltered, and his words stumbled.

“No, but that is what you were saying.” Gaster rested a hand on your shoulder, narrowing his eyes at Sans. “You owe this human your life yet again, brother. Act like it.” You could feel his grip on you tighten ever so slightly. Sans immediately averted his eyes.

“Sorry…” Sans started, continuing to look at the ground.

“No, it’s okay.” You stepped out from under Gaster’s hand till you were in front of Sans. “We all had a stressful… however long this all was.” You swallowed, gently bringing your hands to Sans’ arms. He recoiled slightly at the touch, but relaxed and slowly let you hold him. “Are you okay though? How are you feeling?” You asked softly.

“Like… I have the worst hangover in my life.” Sans groaned slightly, bringing a hand to his head. “I can’t exactly explain it. It feels like a ringing in my skull.”

“That may be magic damage from the transformation.” Gaster offered, sitting down and crossing one leg over the other gracefully. “It should eventually fix itself. Think of it like you listened to music too loudly one night, and now you hear noise even in a silent room.” He explained in layman’s terms, looking at you as he did so.

“Except it wasn’t a song rattling my bones, just you.” Sans sourly added, looking at Gaster.

“Oh my apologies, should I fetch you a ladder to help you get over it, brother?” You could practically season food with the salt in his voice. “Like your human said, it was the best we could do in such short notice.” Gaster let out a slightly exaggerated sigh, turning his attention nonchalantly to his hands. That phrase seemed to draw Sans’ attention.

“So… It really is you then, Dings.” Sans asked, seeming to take the time to look more at Gaster’s appearance.

“Of course it is me, who else would I be?” Gaster rolled his eyes, tracing the hole of his palm with a finger.

“I meant… You look different. That night when you first showed up, you seemed so unlike yourself that I wasn’t sure that it was you or… what was left of you, spit up by the Void.” Sans explained, and you could see Gaster frown at that, but continued to play with his hand like how humans played with their nails. No wonder Sans wasn’t exactly acting ‘brotherly’ to Gaster, you figured. You had assumed his relationship with Papyrus would be the type of brotherly love he would have had for his other brother as well, but your first night down here was proof enough to the contrary.  

“My appearance has changed, yes. Consequences of my time in the Void, I am sure. However it is still me, and here I am, attempting to live alongside my little brother once more.” He glanced towards Sans. “My memory of your time on the surface is fuzzy at best, but if I recall properly, you are living with the human.” His halos drifted towards you. “It would be terribly difficult for me to adjust to living on the surface alone. You humans are unnecessarily complex creatures with strange habits. Perhaps you would allow me time to observe your lifestyle within your home until I could properly adjust my life to fit the surface?”

You blinked at the excessive vocabulary that could have simply translated to ‘can I crash at your place for a while?’ “I mean, sure. It’s not like you have anywhere else you can go…” You accepted casually before glancing at Sans. Even though it was your place, Sans was also living with you now. He hesitantly shrugged, seeming slightly against the idea but not exactly able to say no to Gaster.

“You’ll have to explain yourself to Papyrus, but I think the place is big enough for the four of us.” Sans said.

“Five.” Gaster corrected. You felt your eyebrows lower, confused. You struggled to do basic math. You, Papyrus, Gaster, Sans… and- “My apologies.” Gaster looked at you, seeing your confused face. “I had assumed the weed would be coming with us.”

Your eyes widened, realizing you didn’t tell Sans about Flowey yet. The air in the room drastically changed, and Sans stiffened under your hands. When you looked to face him you saw his eyes lights were gone, leaving a hollow stare. You felt him shake ever so slightly.

“Where is he?” He asked, voice becoming low.

“Don’t worry, he won’t be causing any more trouble.” You quickly started, trying to defuse Sans’ anger as quickly as possible. Your mind raced, trying to choose the best words to explain the situation to him. You stepped slightly closer to him, trying to make it clear you were on his side. “I managed to-“

“In the kitchen.” Gaster offered over your voice, interrupting any cushion you were trying to form. Sans immediately turned to rush into the next room, pulling out of your hands.

“Sans wait!” You tried grabbing him only for him to teleport a couple inches out of your grip.

“He needs to pay.“

“Sans! I know you are angry but please!” You quickly darted after him to the kitchen to see Sans look around quickly before finally seeing the Mason jar. Flowey was tucked down, trying to hide behind the glass. Sans reached for the jar and you quickly snagged it before him, holding it behind your back.

“Not now, Vertebae. Give him here.” Sans held out a hand to you, looking like he was struggling to hold back his magic. His voice was thick with anger, but his eyes were empty except for the spark of blue every other second.

“Not until I know your intentions with him.” You quickly said, squaring your shoulders, heart beating just a little too quickly.

“I’m only going to burn him to a crisp, then you can have him right back.” Sans said the last word through ground teeth, blue eye flaring to life. You took a step back, shaking your head. “Would you prefer the garbage disposal? Or I can also stomp really hard if that’s what you want. Trust me, I’ve done it before plenty of times.” He took a step forward, urging his open hand towards you more.

“We aren’t killing him.” You quickly said, taking another half step back. Sans’ open hand shook a moment, snapping into a fist as his magic burst.

“Like hell we aren’t.” He growled, lifting the fist. The Mason jar in your hands suddenly flew to the ceiling, crashing and shattering the glass above you. You shrieked, covering your head to protect yourself from the glass. Flowey landed hard on the ground with a gasp, and blue magic surrounded him, lifting him off of the ground. “There you are.” Sans dark voice scared you.

You leaped forward to grab Flowey, screaming as your bare foot stepped on the fresh glass, making you flinch and fall hard on the tiled floor. Thankfully you didn’t land on any more glass, and held Flowey tight against your chest. You ground your teeth, trying to hold back tears from the pain.

“Vert- What are you doing?!” Sans asked, infuriated. “Just give him to me already, he deserves everything he has coming!” You saw him lean down towards you, and you curled even tighter around Flowey.

“No! This isn’t you! We aren’t killing him!” You immediately tried to summon your teleporting powers, thinking maybe you could get someplace fast enough to save Flowey. Waterfall. Hotland. Ruins. Anywhere. You felt the start of needles prickling at your skin-

“Brother.”

Gaster’s chilling voice caused the two of you to instantly freeze. He was standing in the entry of the kitchen, looking almost winded. He was looking at the broken glass, then at your feet, before finally settling on Sans. His expression changed from concern, to disappointment. “Your human is hurt. Perhaps it would be wise to take care of that before handling your revenge.” He coldly said, motioning with his hands and lifting you off of the ground. You yelped, not expecting the floating, but made sure to keep Flowey close as the orange magic carried you to the couch.

“What?” Sans’ eyes seemed confused before they widened, seeing the spots of blood on the ground, and he quickly stepped to follow you. Gaster held up a hand, shoving Sans back a step. “I think it would be best if you took care of the glass first.” He lifted his chin, giving Sans a cold look before walking next to you. You saw him eye Flowey, but you held the flower tighter. He tilted his head ever so slightly before accepting it, turning his attention to your foot as he gently lowered you down, propping your feet on the arm of the couch.

Gaster knelt down and made small motions with his fingers, and you could feel small shards being pulled out one by one out of your foot without any pain. It was going fine until his body suddenly dipped forward, causing a piece of glass to cut further into you. You yelped and he quickly recovered, pulling it out without any more stinging. “My apologies.” He looked closely to make sure that there wasn’t more, using the back of his wrist to wipe at his forehead.

“You’re sweating.” You noticed. It wasn’t like he was part of the fight.

“It’s nothing.” He said simply, moving a hand towards the kitchen. A small hand towel quickly floated across the room and into his hand, and he quietly dabbed at your foot to clear it from blood. Seeming satisfied, he motioned once more at your foot, and you felt something wet stick itself to you, you assumed it was some of his tar. “There we go.” He said plainly, standing once again. “Keep off your foot for a few hours and it will be good as new.” He said in the same tone a doctor would prescribe medication in.

You nodded, sitting up against the far armrest and pulling your feet close to you, opening up the couch for him. Gaster took the other armrest seat, leaning back and closing his eyes. Maybe he used too much magic, you figured. You looked up to see Sans standing at the entrance of the kitchen, looking concerned but avoiding eye contact with you. Your mouth opened to say something, but you shut it and looked away. Flowey looked up at you still seeming scared, but thankful that you were protecting him. You adjusted your seat and tucked him between your elbow and stomach towards the armrest, granting him the most protection you could offer with the least amount of effort and potential squeezing.

“Are… you okay?” Sans finally broke the tense quiet in the air, still standing in his spot. You glanced towards him briefly, quickly looking back towards the floor in front of you.

“Yep.” You swallowed, your mind already replaying how he looked at you a few minutes ago. It was terrifying, knowing he was capable of so much anger. Sure, you doubted you would be any better in that situation, but… the way he looked at you-

“Vertebae, listen-“ He stepped towards you, and you pulled your knees closer.

“We aren’t killing him.” You stressed, aggressively staring at a stain on the floor in front of you.

“No, I understand that now.” Sans walked in front of you, cutting off your view of the stain. “I… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I let my anger get between us and hurt you, I never meant for that.” You saw the tip of one of his fingers was slightly red, like he touched the blood in the kitchen before cleaning it up properly. You looked up slowly, seeing his concerned eyes watching you. At the eye contact he averted his lights, looking at Flowey. “I don’t understand why you would ever want to defend him, of all creatures… But I’m not going to let you get hurt because of my anger.” His eyes met with yours again, and you held the gaze for a moment before sighing and looking away.

“…Sit down, Sans.” You adjusted your feet to make sure there was enough room on the couch. He paused a moment, slowly turning and sitting on the cushion between you and Gaster. He waited for you to say something, and you could see his hands clench and relax over and over out of stress. “Grab my laptop and hit play.”

“What?” He seemed confused, but he slowly grabbed the laptop anyway.

“I’m not sure what to say right now, so I’m just going to finish my show and say something when the episode is done.” You said, getting comfortable in the seat. You saw Sans looking at you questionably from the corner of your eye.

“Are you being serious, or-“

“Dead serious. Unless you really want to continue talking this moment; I personally would like to be in a better mood if I’m being honest here.”

“Fair enough.” Sans accepted your form of advanced procrastination, and hit play on the last episode.

[petersnya]

sight for sore eyes|| peter b. parker ||

[part. 00; jealousy]

summary:: “I watch your eyes as she walks by…” you pause, tears forming as you remember the way peter looked at her- the way you wanted him to look at you, “what a sight for sore eyes…” || when the realization hits you about peter, it’s too late. but sometimes late is just the right timing… sometimes.

word count:: 1.5k

warnings(for the whole series):: friends>enemies>lovers, mature themes/smut, cursing, slight violence, lots of angst, fluff, clueless peter

warning(for this chapter):: cursing, angst, fluff

paring:: peter parker x fem!reader

[a/n]:: wattup! peter parker (and any other teens mentioned) have been aged up to 17 and turning 18 as the story goes on! i hope you enjoy this and make sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the parts<3 also! endgame and infinity war did not happen for the sake mine and your happiness though out this ‘book’

“Your going down Parker.”

“Nah man, Im gonna—“

Peter was cut off but the vibration of his controller as you killed his video game character. Taking off your head set and setting down your controller with a calm, soft smirk spread across your face as your side of the TV had ‘winner’ written across.

“No-no! That’s not fair dude! You cheated,” Peter yelled towards you as you walked into the kitchen to grab a slice of pizza. Reaching into the fridge to get a soda, you felt your back being pressed against Peter’s toned chest as he grabbed the soda you had in your hand.

Opening it and taking a sip he chuckle at the look on your face as you turned around to face him. All he did was walk away, back towards the couch, falling back on to it as he picked up his head set.

The look that made the curly headed boy laugh was still on your face as you watched him. To him, you looked annoyed yet humored by him; but really, you couldn’t help this feeling you felt when you felt him against you. Redness began to creep up your neck but quickly faded as you shook the feeling he gave you.

He’s you best friend idiot. You can feel this way for him if all people.

“You coming?” Peter question, starting a new game. You rolled your eyes to make it seem as if you weren’t flustered but the boy a few feet away from you.

“Yea man. Ready to get your ass kicked agin?” You joked as you sat next to him.

“Haha- not funny.” He said with a straight face and a fake laugh that made you giggle as you shoved his shoulder with yours.

The whole night as you a peter played video games back to back, you couldn’t help but think about the feeling of his muscular chest against you. Around 1:20 AM, you and Peter had started to get tired. The boy next to you turned off the gaming console, slowly turning towards you.

“I got the couch, you got the bed.” He said, sleep lacing his voice. You wanted to protest, saying that you could both have the bed; but something stopped you and you just nodded your head, telling him good night as you walked to his bed room. His aunt, May, wasn’t home but made it very clear that she had an eye on both of you so you knew that Peter didn’t want to his aunt May to see you to in the bed together. Even if the two of you were just sleeping.

Laying in bed, Peter’s bed, you stared at the sealing not being able to fall asleep.

The smell of room sent your mind spiraling. Rolling over onto your side, you pushed your arm underneath his pillow as you inhaled his the sent. Peter was the only thing on your mind. The way he smiled, his chocolate hair and honey brown eyes, the light freckles across his nose that you could only see if you were up close to his face. His laugh made your heart skip beats.

“3:57 AM,” you read the clock sign with a sigh. You knew you should go to sleep; so you rolled once again, getting into a more comfortable position. Your eyes getting heavy as you drifted into sleep.

<<<<<<<<

A warm arm draped around your waist, fingers slowly sliding up and down your bare stomach from the shirt that lifted in your sleep.

You smiled softly at the contact, not thinking to check who it was. But the feeling a bare, muscular chest on your back made your eyes fling open.

Slowly, you turned your head to see who was behind you, even though you knew it was—

“Peter?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed back in response, not opening his eyes. You couldn’t shack the feeling of the chill that ran up your spine, and the goosebumps that formed on your body.

“Wha- uh.. what are you doing?” You questioned in a hushed voice.

“Hhmm? Oh sorry. The couch got uncomfortable. I didn’t think you’d mind though.” He said while opening his sleepy looking eyes.

“Oh no-I don’t mind.”

Peter removed his arm, turning with his back turned towards you. You almost whimpered at the feeling of his arm not being around your waist anymore.

Stop it [y/n]. This is Peter we’re talking about here. But why would he put his arm around me and not expect me to feel some way about it?

The thoughts ran through your head fast, the last on lingering for a while.

You and Peter were the best of friends. If he needed someone, you were there and vise versa. But you weren’t really that girly. So Peter didn’t think of you in ‘that type of way’. You didn’t think of him that way either. The two of you always called each other ‘bro’, ‘dude’, or ‘man’; but you still had that feeling of tingles and warmth—

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud, tired groan from Peter. The sound going straight to your core. Quickly, you got up and went into his bathroom— making sure to not make a lot of noise as you went, Incase May was home.

Looking in the bathroom mirror you stared at your self in question. You were a tom-boy. You were wearing a pair of rolled up basket ball shorts of Peter’s and one of his very large white Tee’s. You shrugged at your reflection,

“If I wanted to look all girly and ‘pretty’ I could be the hottest girl he would know.”

“Who’s he?”

You jumped at the sound of Peter’s raspy voice behind you. He only had on sweats and no shirt. All you could think was

Damn

“No one, just.. speaking hypothetically.”

“Your wired,” he chuckled as you grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet, mumbling something along the lines of, ‘I’m just gonna go shower in Mays bathroom’. You just nodded, going to take a shower of your own in his bathroom.

After your shower, you went into the kitchen where May stood, making coffee for the three of you. Peter sat on the couch flipping through channels.

“Hey honey!”

“Morning May,” you said as you say in one of the chairs at the dining table.

“Are you going to Florida with Peter, Ned and Mj?” She questioned, you nodded in response. The three of you had been planning this for a while now so you were beyond excited to spend time with you best friends.

You stood for the set you just took, walking over to Peter. He was wearing his usual jeans and flannel but this time had a baseball cap on. As you slumped beside you grabbed the hat and put it on you backwards. Peter chuckled at your childish act, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

The three of you sat in silence till May was done with the coffee. She brought it over to you and Peter, handing you the mugs. You thanked her as she walked away.

Peter’s and your phone got a text notification— the two of you checking it at the same time. It was a group chat with you, Peter, MJ, and Ned for the trip to Universal Studios.

Ned: heyyyy.. so Liz and Flash are also coming to Disney with us.

You and Peter looked at each other at the sight of what Ned texted. You watched as Peter texted back— his cheeks a blushed red color. You have known Peter long enough to know when he’s turning red from anger. This wasn’t anger. He was… blushing?

Peter: Liz is coming?!

You face fell at the text. Looking down at your phone, you glanced up at young guy next to you; but quickly looked away before he saw you.

Mj: yea Ned! Wtf are they coming for???

Ned: well I was talking about it to Betty and they over heard and kinda invited their selves… srry:(

Y/n: I’m just gonna ignore those bitches and go to Hogwarts like I planned.

Peter looked at, “[y/n], you don’t like Liz?” He questioned.

You shocked your head no, not caring enough to look him in the face.

“How dude? She’s so hot,” he said with a smirk. Your heart sank at the words.

What the hell are you acting like this for [y/n]?

Peter continued to text in the group chat. You silenced your phone— not wanted to deal with this right now.

You had never became jealous of anyone. Confusion over took you as you scrambled your mind for why you were jealous of Peter and Liz. You didn’t like Peter at all. Did you?

Did you like Peter Parker? The thought lingered for a while.

No. No I can’t like him and I won’t. It’s just wrong.

Those words that you promised yourself you would keep was the biggest lie you had told yourself. Peter Parker was like a drug—

How could you not get addicted?

I hope you enjoyed this ‘chapter’ !! Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!! :)

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Dimitrescu Daughter HCs

I thought this would only take a few minutes. I was so, so very wrong. Anyway, some of these are somewhat exclusive to my fic (Serenade), but they’ll make sense even if you haven’t read that.

Daniela:

Others have already talked about how Daniela reads a ton of romance novels, so I’m not really going to go into that very much, just saying that I agree 100%, I mean c’mon, it’s practically canon.

While she mainly sources books from her family’s library, there are a few she’s “acquired” over the years that she keeps locked away in her room. These tend to be a bit, ahem, steamier than her mother would approve of/let her read under normal circumstances.

How did she get these? Well, there has to be someone who delivers goods to Castle Dimitrescu (Duke, perhaps?), seeing as the Maidens need, like, actual food to survive. Sometimes Daniela manages to convince them to order books for her, usually just asking for books by authors she likes, or ones she’s heard maidens whispering about.

No, the delivery person does not read the book’s summaries or reviews, they have a feeling (based on titles and covers alone) that they don’t want to know.

As for her experiences with actual romance… she’s so very, very excited about it, all the time. Wants to kiss every cute Maiden she sees, and sometimes daydreams about a beautiful woman fleeing from lycans who comes to the castle for shelter, clinging to Dani for warmth and protection, and it’s love at first sight, and they kiss and kiss and right as it gets to the good part-! Someone interrupts her daydream (usually Cassandra).

However, her actual experiences are fairly limited. Sure, she has kissed Maidens, but she tends to get over excited. Like in Serenade, she starts to rush the process, and usually ends up draining her “lover” aka victim before anything more intimate happens.

She’s definitely done sexual things, just, well, not with other people. Private things. Usually during or after reading one of her special books. You get the picture.

Because of this, and her aforementioned love of romance novels, Daniela has become somewhat obsessed with the idea of her first time. She wants everything to be perfect. The setting, the timing, who she’s with… Hence her reaction in chapter 3 of Serenade. It’s not that she didn’t want to continue, just that the circumstances didn’t feel right. She’s very particular!

Favorite Music Genre: Girl goes wild for an emotional, gut-wrenching love/power ballad. The type to lie in bed and cry while listening to Hozier or Lorde (not that she can hear either of them, considering her limited music options). Doesn’t admit it, though, and mostly listens to indie pop when other people can hear. That and whatever the Maiden plays on piano ;)

Okay it feels weird to joke about her loving music I wrote, anywayyyy

Hobbies: Other than reading there’s not too much I can see her doing, really. She’d be sure to get into anything that her s/o enjoys, though, even if it’s something difficult or time-consuming. Writing is something she’d love, but it’s difficult for her to keep her focus on just one project at a time. Ideally she’d write short stories, romantic ones obvs, and have someone else proofread/edit them. For the most part she’d write within fantasy and historical setting (seeing as she’s got experience in both of those departments).

ADHD, BABY. Bigtime, seriously. Maybe this is just my adhd ass projecting, but I can’t not see her as having it. For her it mainly manifests with hyper-focusing/difficulty staying on task. It’s like a switch with those on either end, flipping back and forth every once in a while. She can spend six hours reading two different books in one sitting, but if someone just breathes too loudly it disrupts her completely. Because of this she’s somewhat prone to abandoning projects. It’s a sore subject for her, and her sisters are aware, normally only bringing it up if they’re really angry with her.

Opinions on the four lords: Thinks Heisenberg is a tool (pun intended), also thinks that he secretly reads super erotic novels. She doesn’t have any proof, though, and would never say anything about it out loud. Just makes fun of him in her head. Doesn’t actually judge him for what she thinks he reads, just judges his personality and the “need he feels to hide his secret”. Loves Donna, and low-key thinks she’s attractive. Daniela mostly bases that off the portrait she’s seen, but, like many fans, also thinks the hands are nice. The puppets don’t bother her, though she also doesn’t really care about them, other than thinking that Donna interacting with them is cute.

Opinions continued: Moreau is… uh… fish boy. Daniela thinks he’s weird, kinda gross, and hardly considers him a “real” lord. Poor boy :(  At least she doesn’t actively make fun of him?... Even if that’s only because she kinda forgets about him most of the time. As for Lady Dimitrescu, well, obviously Daniela loves her mom. The whole family is very close, and as the “youngest”, Daniela gets a lot of attention. Sometimes she thinks her mother is too strict, but at the end of the day there’s no love lost.

Bela:

Cleans up after her sisters a lot, but still nowhere near as much as any of the Maidens do. Often agrees to help with messes in exchange for blackmail material. “Oh, Daniela, what a shame you broke mother’s favorite dish… I could help, but you owe me one.” At the end of the day, though, there’s plenty she would slide.

Being the “oldest”, she’s expected to behave the best, and often feels more restricted than her sisters. Being an example is hard! Occasionally she’ll have the impulse to rebel, but this usually only manifests in scenarios like the one mentioned above, aka she’ll simply be more lenient of her siblings for a bit.

Overall far less sadistic than her sisters. Cares more about the quality of pain then the amount of it. Only ever goes overboard if someone full out threatens or hurts her family. Insults towards them still earn her ire, and will get her to punish someone, but it’s not enough to make her resort to torture. Usually.

Gets the most restless out of the three. As cool (and large) as the castle is, it’s all she’s ever really known. If not for her weakness to cold, she’d go out on hikes a lot. Nature interests her, fascinates her, but she’d be a little less fond of most of it in person. Like, oh, waterfalls sound so cool, followed by a hundred complaints about the noise. Thinks deer are the cutest shit ever (second only to humans, maybe).

Unlike Daniela (though that HC is relevant almost exclusively to Serenade), Bela has actually slept with a Maiden before. She doesn’t really care for them enough to consider it a relationship, instead admiring them for their entertainment value. Definitely could fall for a Maiden, simply hasn’t yet. Of the three I feel like she takes the longest to fall in love, and even longer to actually act on her feelings. Sometimes resents her siblings because they unknowingly “claimed” a Maiden that she was starting to be interested in. However, she fully acknowledges that she should have said something if she didn’t want to lose the girl, considering the situation they live in.

Favorite music genre: Classical, full orchestra style, with a soft spot for swing/jazz. Enjoys having music play softly while she reads, and is very particular about the volume. Absolutely would argue with her sisters if they tried to change the music or turn it up.

Hobbies: Reading, duh. Less interested in romance than Daniela by a considerable amount. For the most part she reads non-fiction books, enjoying learning about history and the sciences. Astronomy is at the top of her favorites list, followed by biology, then obscure (and often bloody) pieces of history. Niche=perfect. Also enjoys music, even if she had to rely mostly on self-teaching books. Knows the basics of piano, but doesn’t actively play, much preferring both the violin and harp. Most of the time she’ll only play if she knows her sisters won’t bother her, or if her mother asks her to.

Opinions on the four lords: Admires Heisenberg’s work/his edgenuity, but thinks the actual man is a temperamental child… who smells like wet dog. He’s only been at Castle Dimitrescu a couple times (per Mother Miranda’s request), and both times Bela moved to the other side of the house so she wouldn’t have to acknowledge his existence. While she would never admit it, she’s low-key creeped out by Donna’s dolls, and really only tolerates Angie. However, she would never act on her nerves, out of consideration for Donna’s feelings. She knows that her mother gets along well with the dollmaker, and keeps this at the forefront of her mind.

Opinions continued: “Moreau who? Oh, the fish guy? He’s still alive?... Good for him.” Wants to make Lady Dimitrescu proud, but not as desperately as Cassandra. Unknowingly mimics a lot of her mother’s little habits and ticks, and would be quietly embarrassed if someone pointed it out to her. As mentioned previously, she feels like she has to be an example for the others, and somewhat resents the pressure this puts on her. On the other hand, she does enjoy being “responsible for” (read: in charge of) her sisters. Additionally, she is the most likely to get away with lying to Alcina, though she does not often do so. This isn’t because she’s the most manipulative (that’s Cass), or the best liar (that’s Dani, if she’s trying), but simply because Alcina doesn’t think her oldest daughter would lie. Even if she doubts something Bela says, she’ll usually give her the benefit of the doubt… as long as it doesn’t happen very often.

Cassandra:

Sleeps the most of the three, if only because she’s the most active of them. Not as fast as the others while in swarm mode, but the fastest on foot, partially because she’s more likely to simply walk places. She knows the sound of feet on the floor scares the Maidens, and she drinks their fear with utter pleasure. Additionally she claims that it just feels nice to “stretch her legs”. But she will not hesitate to enter swarm mode when chasing someone. As fun as it is to smell their fear, she can get impatient, wanting to get close and personal to her target.

Tends to hide most of her feelings, sometimes even opting to “convert” them into anger. In other words, think of her emotional state as an ever-filling bottle of water. As things happen, she feels emotions, and the rate at which water pours into the bottle increases. Ideally if the water level started getting too high, she would address whatever is increasing the flow of water. Instead of that, she often uses anger, which is equivalent to shaking the bottle a bit and letting water messily spill out of it. Doesn’t address the actual problem, but let’s her release some pressure/free up some room.

Goes through Maidens faster than her siblings (yes, even Daniela “draining you of blood is romantic” Dimitrescu). Not all of them even die in the basement, sometimes what was supposed to be a “warning” turns into “oh shit the blood won’t stop coming out, this is how I die, in this accursed castle, no friends or family to mourn me, just the painful knowledge that I will not be the last, I will die for no cause, no glory, just the bitter whims of a blood-soaked mistress” or something along those lines.

While more likely to get attached to someone than Bela, Cassandra isn’t one to do much about it. She might flirt, might even try to kiss (or, uh, kiss while also not wearing clothes wink wink), but she won’t (usually) claim someone as her own, or protest if one of her sisters wants to have some fun with them (even if it’s the bloody kind of fun). Technically gets over breakups and “breakups” (i.e. death) easier than either of her sisters. To be fully accurate, Daniela still goes through lovers faster, but she also remembers them and cares for them for longer post-breakup.

Somewhat of a blood kink. Like, more than vampires automatically have. In intimate settings she cares more about the quantity of blood and what she can do with it (loves bloodstains) than what causes the bloodshed.

Favorite music genre: Rock ‘n roll. Leans towards older stuff, as well as heavier songs. Soft spot for symphonic metal, but doesn’t admit it out of the fear that some might consider it a “weaker form” of the genre. Almost exclusively listens to bands that have female vocalists, and gets crushes on them more than she’d ever admit.

Hobbies: Art! Painting, mostly, but dabbles in sculpture from time to time. It’s been too long since I took an art class for me to suggest a style for her paintings, but I imagine her sculptures would be somewhat abstract. Her art would revolve around emotion, the stronger and rawer the better, with viewers often being left uncomfortable. While Alcina buys plenty of art supplies for her, Cassandra is fond of improvising, especially by creating her own “tools” (of questionable efficiency) out of items she has laying around. She is absolutely the one who took her mother’s lipstick. If you don’t know what that means, don’t worry, it’s just mentioned in one of the RE8 notes that Lady Dimitrescu’s valuable lipstick is missing.

Opinions on the four lords: Tolerates Heisenberg more than the rest of her family by a considerable amount. She’s seen glimpses of his work, his steampunk-adjacent style, and actually kind of digs it. While Bela cares more about the science behind his work, Cassandra just digs the aesthetic. Sometimes for her art she also needs things she can’t get from the castle, and are too obscure to get from a merchant, so she trades tools/ideas with Heisenberg in exchange for him making something for her. “Can you make a battery but whenever it’s in use it makes a horrible screaming sound?” “Yes. PS I hate your mother and Miranda.” “I didn’t fucking ask.”

Opinions continued: Doesn’t really care much about Donna, but acknowledges her as a fellow artist, and would be willing to consult her if she talked more (and talked without Angie). Cassandra hasn’t met Moreau, thankfully (he would cry). Knows about him from her sister/mother, and as a result doesn’t care about him. Internally whenever someone mentions him, she pictures, like, a Goldfish Cracker (the snack that smiles back) with legs except also it’s green and moldy.

Opinions cont.: Loves her mother so much. Determined to please her, to make her proud, but often left feeling less loved than her sisters. This strains her relationship with her family, not that she’d ever voice her feelings and talk through the issue. Let’s be real, Alcina would probably feel guilty for not realizing how Cass felt. Nonetheless, Cassandra probably spends the most time with her mother, often offering to assist her with tasks, or trying to get her to appreciate her art.

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The Dusk Calls for me: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 12

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephanie Meyer.

We’re heading into the Finale of book 1 folks... I have so many ideas for book 2... it’s going to be great. Hopefully!

“You get ready, you get all dressed up

To go nowhere in particular Back to work or the coffee shop Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough To be young and in love.”

Love by, Lana Del Rey

Bella was finally going to meet the Cullens officially. All day before I had left to go down there she paced, looking like she was going to be sick. All of the Cullens were cooking Italian for Bella. The only person who I was worried about was Rosalie. She was furious at Edward for even dating her, and when he went public with her... it set her over the edge. Emmett was chopping up lettuce and other vegetables for her while Rosalie begrudgingly held a bowl for him to put it in. I was sitting in the living room with Jasper, he was concentrated on reading some books. It was always entertaining to watch vampires read so quickly.

“Is she even Italian?” Rosalie asked.

“Her name is Bella, Rose... she has to be.” Emmett replied.

“Emmett... you thought I was french just because my name is Fleur. That food was really good though... not like I am complaining. I said.

“Okay I admit I messed up there but, I have to be right about this one.”

“Whatever you say Em.”

“Shut it short-stack.”

“At least I don’t hit my head through small doorways.”

He glared at me jokingly and then rolled his eyes.

“Rose, tell her to stop bullying me.”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that... it’s too funny to listen to.” Rosalie said.

“Ugh, I feel betrayed.” Emmett said, his hands going toward his un-beating heart.”

Rosalie smiled, it was soon dropped though. She must’ve kept thinking about Bella.

“She better eat this.”

“Don’t want to sound gluttonous here but... I was totally eat if she doesn’t.... it’s her lose.”

“Stop trying to make me laugh.”

“I will never stop my attempts to make you laugh.”

“Woo, get a whiff of that, here comes the human!” Rosalie said in a sing-songy voice.

Esme smiled widely, she quickly wiped her hands before making her way over to Bella.

“Bella, we’re making Italiano for you.”

“Bella, this is my Esme my mother for all intents and purposes.”

Emmett raised his hand and waved at Bella with a knife in it. Bella and Esme exchanged a bit of Italian.

“Hello again Bella, hope you’re well.” Jasper said.

“Hey, Jasper... hope you’re well too.”

“You’ve given us an excuse to use the kitchen again. We usual make meals for your sister when she stays over.” Carlisle said.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Esme added.

I could see a nervous look on Bella’s face, I probably should’ve told her they would cook for her. 

“Y-yeah absolutely.”

“She already ate.” Edward said, a tinge of attitude in his voice.

Rosalie stood there, anger was all of her face. She smashed the bowl she was holding in her hand.

“Pull back Edward, you’re throwing her to the wolves!” I thought.

“Damn Rose... remind me not to piss you off again.” I said.

She had to bite down a smile.

“Perfect...” She said.

“It’s just because... I know you guys don’t eat. I didn’t want to put you into any trouble.”

“Of course, that is very considerate of you.” Esme comforted.

“Just ignore Rosalie, I do.” Edward said.

“Yeah, let’s just keep pretending that this isn’t dangerous for all of us.”

“Look, I would never tell anybody about you guys... Besides, Fleur knows and you trust her.”

“It’s because I pick up a good energy from her... I know I can trust her with anything I tell her. She’s not a backstabber, she’s told me some of the stuff you’ve done. I’m sorry but, it made me sick the way you use to treat her. I hated seeing how upset she got telling the things you and your mother said to her”

My eyes widened before looking down at my legs... maybe me being here just reminded them of some of the things I told them. I wasn’t being much help to Bella right now. Jasper sensing my nerves rising, calmed them down. My uncomfortable mood slowly simmering down.

“Rosalie, stop... don’t worry Bella, she knows you wouldn’t say anything about us to anyone.” Carlisle said.

“Well, the problem not is, you two have gone public now so...”

“Emmett.” Esme interrupted.” 

“No, she should know. The entire family could get implicated if this ends badly.”

“Badly, as in... I would become the meal.”

All of the Cullens in the house except for Rosalie and Esme started to laugh. I heard a few thumps before I saw Alice and Dean enter the room.

“Hi, Bella... I’m Alice.” Alice jogged toward Bella, giving her a hug.

“Hi.”

“Gosh, you do smell good.”

“Alice what’re you.”

“Don’t worry... Bella and I are going to be great friends.”

Dean looked like he was struggling to say something. I could tell he was uncomfortable to be around Bella right now.

“It-it’s a p-pleasure to meet you.” He said.

“Don’t mind Dean, he and Jasper are our newest vegetarians.” 

“It’s okay Dean, you won’t hurt her.”

The expression on Edward’s face made me want to laugh.

“Okay well, I’m going to show her around the house.”

“Okay.” Bella mumbled.

“I’ll see you soon.” Alice said.

“Okay.” Bella said again.

“So cute!” Esme gushed.

“I know!” Alice said in agreement.

“I think that went well.” Carlisle added.

“Rose, clean this up... now.” Esme said.

I leaned back into the couch, sinking into it. Jasper put his arm around my shoulder. “What an interesting visit.” I thought to myself.

Another day came and went by, Bella and I were on our way to the diner. It had been so long since I had been down there. I was in the passengers seat of her truck. I thought since we were going to the same place, we should probably drive in the same vehicle... During out drive she started talking about how Edward had been watching her sleep for months.

“Are you serious Bella? That’s kinda creepy.”

“I’m sure you have Jasper in your room with you at night.”

“Yeah but, he always asks me before he goes in there. We plan stuff like that out... He should be coming later tonight actually.”

“Okay... you have a point there.”

When we arrived at the diner and got out of the truck Mike approached us...

“Hey, you and Cullen huh? I don’t like it... I mean he looked at you like you’re something to eat.”

Bella and I looked at each other and smirked... he had no idea how correct he was in that statement. We walked past him and entered the dinner, dad was already waiting for us.

“Hey I hope you two don’t mind I ordered food for you guys already. I got you Bells a Spinach Salad and I got you a burger Fleur.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” I said.

“Good picks dad. Even though, you should get a salad like me next time... cut back the steak.” Bella said.

“Hey, I’m as healthy as a horse.”

"Hey , Chief, the boys want to know... did you find anything by Queets river today?"  The waitress asked.

"Yeah, we found a bare human footprint... but it looks like whoever it is is headed east... the Kisap County Sheriff is gonna take over from here."

 "Okay, I hope whoever it is... they get them fast." The waitress then walked away, a group of men started talking within there group.

I turned around hearing something outside, Mike was doing something to a poor bush outside. I nudged Bella, trying to get her attention.

“Hey, someone’s flagging you outside.”

“It seems that Newton boys got a big smile for you.” Dad added.

Bella looked, and then turned back around, her face looked horrified.

“You can join them if you want.” I said smirking.

“Shut up you jerk... Mike is a good buddy though.” She said back.

Dad face flushed slightly... as if what he was going to say next was embarrassing.

“W-what about any other of the yahoo’s in town?”

“Dad... we aren’t going to talk about boys are we?” Bella said, her face starting to turn red too.”

“I guess not... with you at least.... How is everything going with you and Jasper, Fleur?”

I looked up confused, how did conversation about Bella’s relationships get turn into one about mine.

“It’s going well.”

“Good, I noticed you’ve been spending a lot more time with him lately. That car ride you took was a long one.”

“Oh yeah we drove out for a while... we looked at the stars... it was really nice. He told me I seemed stress and just decided to take me somewhere.” I said, I looked down at my hands while smiling.

Dad seeing this smiled too.

“I always liked that boy, you got yourself I good one.”

“I know I do.” I said finally looking up at him.

“I was only bringing up boys with you Bella because... I feel like I leave you alone too much.”

“I don’t mind being alone dad, I’m like you in that way.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Timeskip: Later that night.

I was in my room, thinking about what dad had said earlier... He found a bare human footprint in the woods. Could it of been the same footprint of the woman who’s body I seemed to be suck in during my dreams? Or could it of been someone else entirely? The wind from my open window got harsher for a second, I then heard a familiar soft thud on my floor. I turned my head, locking my eyes with his.

“What’s going on in that head of yours love?” Jasper asked

“Just thinking of something my dad said earlier...”

“What is it?”

“My dad said he found a bare human footprint down at Queets river today... He said it was heading east. Have you guys found anything yet?”

“No, we haven’t found anything, it’s starting to get frustrating. Have you had anymore dreams about those vampires?” 

“Nope... if it is them though, I have a feeling that print was just a trap to throw them off course.”

“I do too... hey, my family and I plan on playing baseball tomorrow, since Edward is inviting Bella... I thought you could come too.”

“Yes, I would love too, watching Emmett climb and crash into things is my favorite part of the game. That and all those tricks you do with the bat.”

“It’s a plan then, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” I pecked his lips before getting comfortable in my bed, I was still a human... I needed some sleep. I laid there, Jasper behind me holding close.

“Tomorrow is going to be a fun day.” I thought to myself, before drifting off to sleep.

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (2/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

For now, nothing to complain about! We got Nya, we got MAYA AND RAY, we got GILES PANTON BACK A LEGO SHOW!!! 😍😍😍

Of course now I'm definitely curious about what the story is really about, like I'm guessing Wojira will wake up at some point so... Great Devourer all over again maybe? 😅 Idk, for now I just wanna enjoy Nya having her moment 🥳

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

New alert for reader, during the Nexo Knights period I was and still am the hugest Clay fan. Now that his voice is in this season I might scream more than necessary... keep that in mind 😅

I love the humor in this, all random but still kinda clever 😂😂 Maybe I'm biased because I love Jay but still 🤷‍♀️

I really like the design of the marine world, very cool!! 🌊🌊🌊

I guess I'm not really seeing any big plot twist moment for now? Ninjago seasons have history of basing seasons on a "we need to prevent this event from happening but it will happen anyway", so I can see Wojira waking up no matter what 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if that will be shocking? Usually when this situation happen, someone makes a major sacrifice (Zane with the Overlord, sensei Garmaron with Chen, again sensei G with the Preeminent...). Maybe Maya? I DON'T WANT THAT 😭 But I am curious, everything is going nicely and I'm not sure what it will bring! 🤩 I'M EXCITED SO LET'S GO!!!

THE WRATH OF KALMAAR

So this is the name of Clay's new incarnation, neat! 👍

Okay really, for having a season lately the main character just can't help but be trapped by the villain: kinda Zane in the ICE Chapter, Jay in Prime Empire, Cole in Master of the Mountain... we can call it a tradition at this point 🤷‍♀️

Giant serpent, yadda yadda, I wonder if we're gonna address the Great Devourer at some point? Not mandatory, but the reference would be very cool 🤩

Clay's new incarnation is a prince I- *hyperventilates in awe*

Nya playing dumb lol, I don't know if that's personal experience as she used to get kidnapped a lot in the past or she just have too many idiots in her life 😂

ALSO ANOTHER BEST GIRL'S SMIRK

NYA YOU'RE TOO MUCH ILY ❤💙❤💙

Jay I love that you're so worried about Nya but maybe try NOT TO DIE? YOU'RE WITH LLOYD AND ZANE YET YOU'RE THE ONE GOING FOR THE SACRIFICE WTH?? 😱 But he's worried about his cool GF I kinda get it, also he didn't do it so good...

WHAT. THE. HECK.

WHO ARE YOU OH MY FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER YOU'RE ADORABLE I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE 🤩🤩🤩

So Giles is doomed to voice LEGO characters with daddy issues 😂 That being not having a dad at all or having one that is... a good guy? Idk he seems chill with the surface at first glance, I wonder what's the story of this family

Maya reminds of my mom, she also mentions her work a lot and I study the same thing. But she doesn't want to brag, it gets annoying but she just wants to give me advice. It's nice to see actually 👍 Also Ray reference NEAT ❤❤❤

Wow, if any child-parent couple of this show was doomed at going semi Emperor's New Groove style, I would've bet on Ed and Jay honestly 😅

Oh HECK yes I knew that with my water girls things were BOUND to get cool 😎 ... yeah I know where the door is *goes away*

JAY NO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DIE STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! 😱😱😱

My GOSH that scared the crap out of me 😅 Jay honey we have too many deaths in this team, you're not helping... BUT YOU POWERED AN ENTIRE SHIP BECAUSE YOU LOVE NYA AND YOU DIDN'T DIE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BLUEBELL 💙💙💙

They were all so worried, I love this ninja family so freaking much 💜💜💜 Also better not tell this one to his GF 😂

And Bluebell?

Welcome to the "change eye color because of elemental power" team! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! 😍😍😍

Awww, Zane letting Jay be the captain, that was so cute of him 💕

Another great episode! Doing great so far but I still wonder if we got into the main story. Feels like there should be more, well we got time! Next one! 😊

LONG LIVE THE KING

Sooooo... that's one very telling title 😅 If we're going full Lion King on this one, I think I know where this is going 😵

Maya: Don't they know that metal taste terrible?!? (Again feels like Kai could say something like this 😂)

FINALLY NYA USING FREAKING WATER POWERS UNDER THE SEA!!! Thank you Maya for saying out loud what we were all thinking 👌👌

NINJA TO THE RESCUE!!!

Pff, okay, the fact that Kalmaar is all evil and cruel and then he gets startled like that, it's kind or adorable! 💕 Honestly Giles got such a deep voice, with Clay it was firm warm and reassuring, here we got plain devious and I ADORE it 😍😍😍

Maya come on don't doubt your daughter 😅 But I like her, and if she knew Nya they way we all do she wouldn't doubt that she could make it every time 😎

Yeah I was right, the king seems chill... oww I fear what's coming then 😳

Okay, so Kalmaar thinks that the world should go back to be lead by them like in the past, while the king just wants peace with the surface. And as we know, no drama no season so...

Yep, saw the death coming 😅

WHOA DID NOT SEE THAT LITTLE BLAME ACT COMING KALMAAR IS SO EVIL!!!... with a glorious voice but still (Rose focus on something that is not that godlike voice, you can do it 💪💪)

THE OLD ONE TWO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH COMBO ATTACK!!! 🌊❄🌊❄

Awww Benthomaar is actually really cute, he's so worried about his father 😢 And he's adopted apparently? I wanna know the story!!! 🤩🤩

Yep, there's the reason why Zane got a mask even though he doesn't need one, it completes his attire 😂😂😂 My gosh how I love this nindroid ❄

Did... did Jay just say phooey? Dude Ducktales ended a while ago but I'm still not over it 😭

I said it once before I'll say it again, Ninjago is really REALLY good at making death scenes. Like, omg, I genuinely felt sorry for them 😢😢 I also really liked that the king didn't ask to be avenged, he still wanted peace and he asked his son to protect the ninja and he cried actual tears...

MY HEART WTH 😭😭😭 So we're adding this to the real tears moments of the show, with Jay crying over pie, Zane with the flashback of his dad, Jay crying over Nya and Lloyd thinking the ninja are gone... my world this show is angsty 🙂

Third startle for prince Kalmaar, I love the gag 😂 Oh wait, king Kalmaar 🤷‍♀️

Okay, we got a coup, the ninja running away because they got framed, Benthomaar is most likely going to join them or at least help them, I guess Wojira will come out at some point while... Kai, Ray and Cole are still playing videogames? 😅

THIS IS GETTING COOL I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT AAAAHHH HECK YES THERE IS THE HYPE!!! 😍😍😍

Although I hope we get more stuff with Nya and Maya, that's what I like 🤩

ESCAPE FROM MERLOPIA

I'm good at English and I can follow most of it, but the fantasy names are tricky so I didn't get before that this was the name of the place 😅 It's nice, at least it's not another Atlantis 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

LLOYD I SWEAR TO YOUR GRANDPA IF YOU TRY TO DIE AGAIN 😱

NYA YOU ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE NONE OF YOU ARE OMG 😱😱

Ah, there he is, my new son Benthomaar 💙 He is so lovable already, I know nearly nothing about him and I like his character already a lot! He could relate with all of the ninja really, but maybe with Jay the most? They were both adopted after all 🤔🤔

*scribble note for a fanfic for later if this doesn't come up in the season*

Alright moving on 😗

I am so happy Nya gets a season, Kelly got a great emotional range that doesn't come out often in my opinion, but with a full introspection of water goddess we are all blessed by her voice acting 😍

Gotta say, admitting that Bentho didn't have to help them to answer the usual 'Can we trust him' question is pretty reasonable, like, better than other stupid answers 😅

Also don't mind me

Just screenshotting by ship 💙❤💙❤

Somehow lately we are letting Jay do the talking and I both hate and LOVE the fact 😂😂 Plain Bluebell nonsense, heck yes that's my jam👌👌

MAYA IS SO COOL OMG 🤩🤩

I literally can't not laugh at the startle gag with Kalmaar 😂

LLOYD WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SELF SACRIFICING!! PLEASE IT'S NOT EVEN YOUR SEASON!! 😱😱😱😱

Aww Jay is still the Captain, nice! Wonder if it's giving him Skybound flashbacks... I hope not considering all he went through that time, poor Sparky 😅😅

ARE THOSE LITTLE WU ROCKETS?? 🤯

Can we skip a season and hang out with Pixal one time? I really wanna know how she organizes her free time to create these things 😍😍😍

THANK YOU LLOYD FOR NOT DYING ONCE AGAIN, MUCH APPRECIATED!!! 💚💚💚 My green bean needs a vacation... they all do 😅

THEY ARE

SO BEAUTIFUL 💙🌊💙🌊

Alright, back to the island hoping Kalmaar will not track us and follow us so he can get to the place and discover the amulet 🙂

Are we not calling the others? I miss my flame babe and Rocky ❤🖤❤🖤 Also RAY WATCHA DOIN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

THE TALE OF BENTHOMAAR

Wait what? Shark boy backstory? SHARK BOY BACKSTORY?!? 👀👀👀

Wow, I see that Kalmaar didn't change a thing growing up, still the same gonna-be-a-villain 😂 Of course his voice got a lot deeper and cool and okay you know I love his voice moving on

I find it kinda funny that Kalmaar is so focused on royal blood and superiority, while Clay was basically a farm boy who worked his way up. Giles knows how to get the character no matter what 😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

BABY BENTHOMAAR AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The king seems like such a good pers- fish- creature 😅 Now I'm double sad that he died, my world, why do I always care so fast, it's not healthy in this show where everyone could die 😰😰

I'M SORRY IS THAT KAI'S HAIR??? 😂😂😂 I LITERALLY CAN'T LOOK AWAY WTH I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS

Literally every frame of Benthomaar makes me love him even more 😢

Interesting that we got an academic villain, he kinda reminds me of Clouse in a way, maybe even Harumi since she studied her way to her plan as well? I like that we got a bit of personality too!

Using your little bro for your own purpose... it's very evil but kinda also brotherly like 😂

Benthomaar really gives me that very PRECIOUS vibe, kinda the perfect son but also a naive and unaware BABY 💙

LEGO HUG 🤩🤩 Not exactly reciprocated but still 😅

Ooohhh, so this is how he found the temple! I like this, it shows that Bentho is most likely physically stronger than Kalmaar, while evil brother is focused on brain and studies. They are planned differently, I like it! 😚😚

Ouch, peer pressure... sibling pressure? Eh you get what I mean 😂

POOR BENTHO 😭😭😭 YOU GOT THE NINJA NOW DON'T WORRY WE'RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE YOU PRECIOUS SHARK BABY!! 🦈🦈🦈

Bentho: will I really fit in with you guys? Do you really understand how I feel?

Lloyd: Jay was adopted, Nya's parents were gone most of her life, Zane lost his father while mine turned evil

Bentho(tearing up): yeah that can work

Okaaaaayyyyy, I like that we got a bit of backstory for Bentho too! We didn't get much for Vanya in Master of the Mountain, which is the only thing I was sad about (very little detail, AMAZING season 🖤🖤🖤), nice to see it here!!

But I really want more Nya and Maya interactions, I hope we'll soon get to them again!! 😍😍😍

Alright, getting somewhere here! I'm very curious about what's next 🤩🤩

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Hard to Hate Chapter 2

Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1678 Warnings: Swearing, angst, enemies to lovers, eventual smut? Taglist: @intpeach​ @aria-dne​ @allthebestmenarefictional​ Ask me if you want to get added to the list! Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15,

Read the Russian translation Here

The smell of cut grass permeated the air as I took a deep breath in. The moments before practice were always the best, the still static feeling in the air. Quidditch was my only escape from what plagued my mind. Suddenly I was jostled out of my state of calm by a rough hit to the shoulder by Marcus Flint. 

“Get your head in the game, Lestrange, we’re gonna need it for the match against Gryffindor.”

“Like I’m the one whose going to need it, Flint.” Everyone knew that I was the best chaser on the team, but Snape, as much as he loved me for being a Slytherin who was good at potions, he was a raging sexist. He probably had some trauma or something, but that was no excuse, and for that reason, Flint was captain. Sadly, I had to take orders from this absolute asshole. We ran drills for about an hour. I was just getting into my groove. Every drill was executed perfectly. We were going through drill number twenty-eight again, which was my favorite, as it meant Flint had to relinquish the quaffle for the first time in a while. Warrington passed it to me, and I quickly zoomed down the pitch towards the goal posts, faking twice and then throwing it right through the hoop as Flint caught the rebound. Everything was perfect and I gave Warrington a quick high five. I celebrated a little as we set ourselves up for the next drill, when all of a sudden, something struck my chest. 

The force of the bole made me lose my grip on my broom for a split second and I tilted over, plummeting out of the sky. Panic began to set in as I reached out for my broom, quickly grabbing it and flying back down to the ground, back to safety. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and I finally looked down at my chest to process what had happened. A splattering of red and gold paint littered the front of my uniform. I turned around to see Cassius hitting the ground, hard, and I ran over to him. He groaned, turning towards me, the same red and gold patterning splayed over his uniform. Marcus flew to the ground, being covered with paint as well. I knew immediately who it was. 

“You absolute dicks!” I screamed, looking around frantically. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as my top two suspects, along with a few others, ran towards the exit that headed to Gryffindor tower. I looked to Flint to make sure that he had Warrington, and then ran after them, abandoning my broom, wand in hand.

I was already so far behind them, but I knew exactly where they were going to be. I stormed my way up to Gryffindor tower, but came to a problem getting in, the painting that guards the entrance of their common room. It took me a minute to figure out exactly how to get her to let me in. Her singing could be heard all the way down the hall, and everyone in Hogwarts knew that flattery would get you everywhere with the Fat Lady. I walked up to the portrait and began the compliments, telling her all about how amazing her voice is, how good she sounded. 

“Well, clearly you aren’t Gryffindor but I like you, come in,” She told me. The minute I passed the portrait, the facade fell, and my fury settled. 

“Weasley, get your ass down here this instant!” I yelled, making one of the younger kids, Creevey I think, stick his fingers in his ears. I hear shuffling upstairs and it didn’t take long to see Percy Weasley, Head Boy of Gryffindor, dragging his two younger brothers down the stairs. It amazes me that the two of them are somehow related. 

“I know they did something obviously, but what happened?” 

“These two almost killed Warrington with their stupid prank!” 

“Oh come on, Lestrange, he wasn’t that high up,” Percy smacked Fred in the back of the head and looked back to me.

“I’ll be taking them back to McGonagall right away, thank you for letting me know.”

“That is not what’s going to happen here, locomota wibbly!” All three of the Weasley boys fell to the ground, as their legs failed underneath them.

“That’s it Lestrange, you’re in for it!” Percy exclaimed, his voice cracking from the sheer anger halfway through the sentence. 

“No, Weasley, I don’t think I am,” I mused, as I left the common room, shutting the door behind me. I said goodbye to the Fat Lady, before hurrying off to my own common room. 

Once I made it back, I shut the door behind me quickly, and leaned my back up against the door, just a little out of breath from sprinting down that many stairs. 

“What the hell happened to you?” Melody was sitting in the common room as always, waiting for me to come back from practice so we could study and get our homework finished. “You’re early, and a mess, so something must have happened.”

“The Weasley twins decided to grace us with their presence during practice, took Warrington right out of the sky,” Mel’s hand immediately goes to cover her mouth in shock.

“They really did that, that’s a lot coming from them.”

“Not really, it’s only a step further than what they normally do. It was only a matter of time before they pulled something as stupid as this.” The two of us laughed and talked for a little while, just like normal, with dumb contemplative questions and talking about muggle stuff. Ever since the third year, Mel has been teaching me all about the muggle world, everything out there is just so interesting and amazing. Strange, if you think about it, the daughter of the two most prolific Death Eaters known and a muggle born witch being best friends. The two of us jumped out of our seats as loud knocking and banging could be heard from the outside of the Slytherin common room. I looked around for a minute, my eyes wide. 

“Ms Lestrange, you are to come out here this instant!” The shrill, angry voice of Professor McGonagall was muffled by the stone walls. 

“What the hell did you do?” Mel’s voice was in that whisper yell that kinda made you panic a little more than you should. 

“I may have made a stop at Gryffindor tower before I came back here.” Mel smacked me in the back of the head and I couldn’t help but whisper yell a little “Ow!”

“You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that? Go and answer McGonagall, running and hiding is only going to prolong the inevitable, hell, it’ll probably make it worse.” I rolled my eyes at her, even though I knew she was right. I sighed and got up to open the door. 

“Good evening, Professor, what can I do for you?”

“My office, Ms Lestrange, immediately.”  And with that, she turned around and began to walk towards her office. I followed behind, internally panicking about the inevitable punishment that I would be getting because of what I did, not that I regretted a thing, it was totally worth it. 

The minute I stepped into the office, the fog of tension was so thick that if it was real, I wouldn’t be able to see three feet in front of me. Percy, Fred, and George all sat on the other side of McGonagall’s desk, each with their own brand of scowl. I walked over to them, but just far enough away from the brothers to feel comfortable. McGonagall walked behind the desk and sat in her chair, the same color of green velvet as her robes. 

“So does anyone want to explain to me why we’re here, or do I have to do that as well?” Her eyes were accusing, making me yearn to just walk out that door. Of course, Percy spoke up. 

“Earlier this evening, Ms Lestrange stormed into the Gryffindor common room yelling for quote “Weasley.” So by default, I thought of the twins, who are known for causing general trouble and mischief. When I came downstairs with the two, she informed me that the two knocked Cassius Warrington off his broom during a prank the twins pulled at their quidditch practice. When I told her that I would turn the two of them into you, Professor, she proceeded to hex all three of us and leave us in the common room.”

“Thank you. Mr Weasley, now, does anyone else wish to add to the information being presented?” I tried to hold my tongue, but.I couldn’t help it.

“Professor, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but with how high up Cassius was, combined with the paint filled balloons being launched at us, the two of us both fell off of our brooms. I was quick enough to get back on and land safely, but if Cassius hadn’t landed like he did, he could have been seriously injured or worse.” Once I started the sentence, I just couldn’t stop. Fred looked as if he was going to try and say something but George gave him a look that said,’don’t you dare,’ and he stopped in his tracks. 

“Mr’s Fred and George Weasley will both be getting two weeks detention for this, and Ms Lestrange, one week, is that clear?” McGonagall said, clearly not wanting to deal with this any longer. I wanted to argue that two weeks detention was not an equal or fair punishment for near murder but I held my tongue, just wanting to leave. 

“After classes, you will all be reporting to the Transfiguration room, is that clear:” I nodded and so did the twins. The professor dismissed all of us, and I left as fast as I could, not wanting to be near them for longer than I had to. 

I guess I had five hours of the Weasley twins to look forward to tomorrow, absolutely bloody brilliant.

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Golden

(Sorry if this Chapter is lack luster :/ )

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Ladies Love Country Boys

Bonfire Playlist: Spotify, Youtube

Watching Airplanes

Chapter 2:

Cowboy Sweet Ass sent you a Location

New Message from Cowboy Sweet Ass

See you there ;)

Finn was nervous, he wasn’t gonna lie, Logan and Him are leaving tomorrow for Gryff and this is the last night they can see Leo. Who, neither of them will admit this, has kindly wiggled his way into their brains for every minute of everyday. Sometimes to break a long silence between the two of them they will talk about Leo. How they were going to cope when they can’t see him again is unknown and something he didn’t want to think about.

They hadn’t actually seen Leo in the past five days, with their training schedule and Leo helping set up a charity arena for the thing they were supposed to meet him at tonight, it was just late night calls that were still kinda awkward at times. But always had them smiling as they fell asleep.

Walking up the dirt path, where the uber had dropped them off, Logan and Finn weren’t sure they were in the right place until they saw the huge crowd gathered around a tall metal fence with bleachers and an announcers corner that's up on a hydraulic lift, speakers set up so people can hear the quick talking of the men commenting on whatever was happening.

Horses and people on them were everywhere. This causes Logan a lot of stress, as someone who is terrified of horses… This is not ideal. Especially when one is trotting toward them at a scary fast speed.

Finn recognized Clayton immediately, trotting over at a leisurely pace on a cool looking horse he waves. He notices Logan hiding himself completely behind Finn’s back. Finn held his hand out for Logan to take and squeeze if everything got too much for him. Logan wasn’t good in big crowds.

“Well look who it is!” Clayton hops off his living vehicle and patting her neck. “Let me introduce you to my babe, This” He gestures towards the mare, “Is Leroy, she is a Blanket Appaloosa! Have you guys met Peanut yet? He’s chilling with Eloise, Leo’s mom, you better hope he likes you or else… yeah, or else.” Clay flashes them his slightly crooked but stupidly white smile as he absentmindedly pets Leroy’s neck.

Feeling a squeeze of his hand he looks back to see an absolutely terrified Logan, not knowing about his fear of horses Finn is just confused. So, he goes into a ‘ get Logan alone’ mind set.

“We will find you in a minute, we’re gonna explore!” Finn smiles back and Clayton nods as he swings his leg back over Leroy and clicks his tongue so she struts back towards the group of other yeehaws on their own horses, they all had numbers pinned to their backs which was weird but Finn guessed Leo would explain later. Claytons was CR243, and it looked like it was about to fall off. He notices how someone would go in real fast and then come out after a minute or two. The announcer talked too fast for him to catch.

Leading Logan to a more open area he turns to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, what's wrong?”

“Ummmm, J'ai peur des chevaux….” Logan isn’t looking him in the eyes and has an embarrassed flush to his face. Finn, having no clue what he said, gently grabs his chin to make him look at him, Lo hasn’t run his finger through his hair yet so that means he isn’t nervous around Finn at least. Fixing Logan with a slightly irritated but still worried look, Logan sighs and tries to say something but instead what comes out is a terrified yelp as something takes his hat off his head and pulls some of his hair at the same time, then drops it at his feet.

Whipping around and jumping into Finn’s arms bridal style Logan shrieks as he is met with a blonde horse that almost looks smug. The little splotchy white stripes on its snoot may make it look kinda cute but Logan knows what can happen if you get on a horse's bad side. It happened to Sydney, he didn’t need it to happen to him too.

“Peanut!” A very tall and beautiful older woman walks over to them laughing a little, she has a hearing aid in her left ear and soft blue eyes bright with amusement stare them down. “Sorry Y’all, he likes to find new people to mess with.” She smiles and there is just something so familiar about those deep dimples and sharp cheekbones. She is wearing tight jeans with knee high army green cowboy boots, a white button up with a black cowboy hat contrasting the golden curls falling out from under it. She is wearing a sash with the words ‘Miss Louisiana 1971’ the wrinkles on her face didn’t make her look old and crinkly like people like to think, but more like a gracefully aging woman. She holds her hand out to Finn for him to shake, Logan is still in his arms so it is as much of an invitation to him as Finn. “I’m Eloise, this is my son’s horse.” She looks them up and down after shaking both their hands. “He would like you two.” She smiles one last time, giving them a giant wink and leads Peanut away from them back to the bullpens where they spot Leo sitting on the top of a fence talking to a couple of people.

Finn looks at Logan and sets him down.

“So.. horses?”

“Shut up”

“You go for a cowboy and are afraid of horses!” Finn is bent over laughing and clutching his stomach while Logan crosses his arms and looks around annoyed after he dusted off his hat and put it back on his head.

“What’s so funny?” they look over to see Leo in full get up. Smiling bright, showing off his chipped tooth. His hair was flattened by a black sturdy cowboy hat, his blue button up vibrant under his black vest. The vest had a couple of logos stitched into it for Absolut Vodka, Mt. Dew, and Ariat…. Leo was sponsored? He was also wearing some jeans that fit him just right around his booty that they could see through his assless black chaps that had iridescent tassels on them, with his black boots and belt to match. His silver buckle stood out with the light reflecting off it.

“Wow… you look great.” Logan just melts into Leo’s side when Leo wraps an arm around his shoulders. “But tell Finn to stop being a jerk.” Logan put on his best pout when looking up at the taller man, who looked at him with a look that made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest. It didn’t alarm him though, it was nice to feel like this. But it can’t last forever.

“What's he doing that's so mean.” Leo turns his attention to Finn who is smiling at them like he's watching two kittens cuddle into each other. His eyes bright with happiness, his smiles wide.

“He’s making fun of me because I’m scared of horses.” Logan wraps his arms around Leo’s waist and squishes his cheek into his chest to look as cute as possible, so Leo will be on his side. Which… fails.

“You’re afraid of horses!” Leo hugs Logan as he starts laughing, smacking a kiss on the top of Logan’s annoyed forehead and squeezes him. “You’re so cute.” Suddenly they hear numbers coming over other speakers and Leo perks up. “Oh I’m up soon! I hope y’all are gonna stay and watch because I would love to take you to the bonfire tonight.” He pulls Finn into the embrace and gives them both a quick peck on the lips, smiling when they chase his lips. “There should be an open spot in the bleachers or, you could watch from Peanut.”

“Bleachers!” Logan gets out of Leo’s arms and starts pulling both the boys towards the crowd without horses. Leo helps them find a spot next to some girls who flirt with Leo but he has no fucking clue. He is just focused on getting Finn and Logan a good spot.

“Alright, my number is BR11710, so when you hear that you’ll know I’m up! I think Clay might come and find you, he had a good run earlier wrangling those troublemaking claves, so keep an eye out for him.” He smiles and climbs down the bleachers gracefully until the last small step where his spur gets caught and he has to yank it out of the cevous it got stuck in. Looking back up at Finn and Logan his cheeks were red as he shrugged and sauntered off towards the chutes.

“Hola losers!” Clayton plops down above with and slaps a hand on their shoulders. “Excited to see him ride? Or have you already? Actually I would know because we overshare way too much.” Smiling, Clayton is covered in dirt and his cowboy hat has been traded out for a ball cap and his button up taken off to be just a white tank top. A tall pale girl sat down with Clayton and was scrolling on her phone looking uninterested. Clayton sits up and wraps an arm around her waist. “Oh this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” She looks up and gives them an irritated wave before going back to her phone.

“Ride? What’s he doing?” Finn looks at him confused after sharing a look with Logan about the irritated girlfriend, then they hear the announcers call Leo's number.

“Alrighty ladies and gentlefolk! We have something special for y’all! One of our very own PBR riders is here to ride the roughest toughest bull of the day! Ole Forty Days!” The crowd cheers as a confused Finn and Logan look at Clayton who whoops and hollers for his bestie. Whistling with his thumb and forefinger in his mouth.

“Alright Jimmy lets get in some commentary before the ride starts, Leo Knut is a 19 year old Professional Bull Rider, his Mother is Eloise Knut also known as Miss Rodeo of 1970 and Miss Louisiana of 1971. His father was Wyatt Knut, Air Force Veteran who was also Leo’s biggest role model.”

“Was?” Logan whispers and gives a sad look to Finn who is busy watching Leo, he is on this tank of an animal, large, white, horns the size of his whole forearm. Leo was adjusting the way he is sitting and has an underside grip on the rope around the bull, wrapping it around his palm to make sure there isn’t a tether that can be stepped on and yank him off.

“Ole Forty Days is the only PBR bull here today, worth millions he is undefeated 32-0 in his career this year. Will Leo who is 30-2 this year be able to stay on those eight seconds.”

Leo hits the challenge button and the gate flies open, Ole Forte days is wild! Finn is automatically on his feet as he watches Leo with his hand up in the air, eyes hard from focusing and counting in his head. Forte turns a 45 degree buck and just about tosses Leo but his grip is so tight that he lasts those eight seconds. The announcers went crazy the entire time.

As he dismounts the still bucking bull his wrist gets caught in the rope he was holding earlier because of the way his glove is falling apart. The rodeo clowns distract the bull fast enough for Leo to get himself detached, falling on the ground. The bull tosses Leo onto the ground and just misses stomping on his ankles. Leo hops onto the fence, the adrenaline is pumping through his veins and his eyes are bright as he searches for the boys in the stand watching him with fear etched into their faces. When his eyes met Logan’s the fear turned into relief and Leo felt the adrenaline making his heart beat even faster.

After Forte is corralled back into the pen to have the rope around his hips removed Leo jumps off the fence and takes his hat off bowing to the crowd, and they love it, whistling and whoops are heard. He points to Finn, Logan and Clayton. Clayton is so excited and starts dragging the other two down the bleachers leaving Ashley behind. Leo doesn’t like her at all so it's fine. Leo turns around and walks towards sports medicine and lets them take a look at his wrist. As his adrenaline starts to fade away the tweak in his wrist starts to bother him as the medic wraps it up.

“You just ruined Forte’s career!” Clay hugs him from the side and picks him up all excited, his girlfriend who decided to join looks at them unapprovingly. Finn and Logan basically tackle Leo to the ground once Clay puts him down. One on each side of him, balanced.

“Are you insane! That could have killed you!” Finn is shaking a laughing Leo by his collar as Logan examines the way his wrist is wrapped.

“I know, I technically wrecked at the end but I still got my eight seconds!” He smiles and takes his hand from Logan, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

“You never told us you rode bulls! Leo, a little heads up would have been appreciated!” Logan whacks him on the back of the head after they stand up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Leo puts an arm around them and kisses their temples. They had an idea. Where to do it was the question.

The rodeo ended not long after Leo’s ride, the charities the winners chose would be given a five thousand dollar check courtesy of the Knut’s. After Leo was done taking down the arena, a large pile of wood was set up with large equipment. Leo pulled a Clayton and took off his chaps, vest, button down, and hat off so he was wearing a white shirt and a ball cap.

Leo made up for scaring Finn and Logan by pulling them into the back seat of his truck. Leo sitting in the middle of the seat with Finn straddling one leg, hunched over and sucking on Leo’s neck. Logan straddled Leo’s other leg and kissed him with a ferocity that made them both groan. Leo rested his hands in Finn’s hair and on Logan’s hip. Pulling away Leo turns his head to face Finn, guiding him from his neck to lips. He feels Logan push his hand underneath his shirt and smirks into his kiss with Finn. Moving his hands to squeeze both of their asses, causing Logan’s breath to hitch and Finn to moan. He is about to suggest something spicy when a knock on the window alerts them that the party has started.

Why does Clay always have to stick to his word? Leo asked him to let them know when it was time to move his truck to have the tailgate facing the fire, and now was that time. Leo’s head thumps back onto the seat as he lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Well, I guess we have a party to attend… I’m gonna get so drunk.” He smiles and gives his boys one last kiss before he ushers them out of the truck so he can get out of the backseat to move it.

Finn wanders over to Clayton who has Ashley under his arm, she is tall and very skinny. Her long brown hair was in a French braid, she was wearing short shorts, boots and a crop top. He has a very sour look on her face as Finn walks over to them. Logan on the other hand, goes to take a piss in the porta potty. Something he is not fond of doing.

Leo moves his truck and gets out to put the tailgate down so people can sit on it, climbing into the bed of the truck he opens the cooler in the back and takes out two budlights, Leo doesn't really care for budlight but they need to be drunk.

“CLAYTON!” He shouts as the three walk over to the truck, chucking the beer at his friend; they both take out their keys, puncturing the cans and shotgunning the beers.

A few hours and a lot of drinks later Leo was singing to Finn, standing between his legs as Finn sat on the tailgate next to Logan who was filming.

“You can train 'em, You can try to teach 'em right from wrong. But it's still gonna turn 'em on!” Finn can’t help but laugh and wrap his arms around Leo’s necklaces he sang, every once in while facing Logan's phone and singing into the camera as he filmed. Taking a drink of his beer he smacks a sloppy kiss on Finn's cheek and skips away to Clayton to dance like idiots as Luke Bryan sang about shaking it for birds and bees.

The two drunken best friends wrap and arm around each other hips with their drinks in the other hand, putting left side to right side they swing back and forth to the beat as they scream out the music.

Later on Leo picks Logan up so his arms are around his neck and his legs are around his waist and spins around while humming to a song about wheels and Finn looks so smitten that clayton takes a picture to show him and laughs as he send it to Leo, who has managed to misplace his phone… for the millionth time.

Setting Logan down he wraps his arms around the shorter man's shoulders and rests his chin on top of his head as he bounces to the beat. Logan leans his forehead to rest on Leo’s chest and uses his hand that isn’t holding his water to loop his finger into one of Leo’s belt loops he wishes he could take a screenshot in his brain.

Hours passed, singing and horrible dancing, more drinking for Clay and Leo until it sounded like a good idea to see who could crush a folding table by jumping off Clayton’s truck. Finn managed to lead them away before they actually tried it by telling them’ Leo could def dance better than Clayton’. Which turned into the worst dance battle ever seen. Two drunk teenagers and country music make for terrible dancing but a lot of laughs. Eventually, the fire dies down, the drinks run out and the boys get tired. Finn wrangles Leo into the back seat of the truck after lifting the tailgate, moving to go to the drivers seat because Logan might be to short to drive and they are to dumb to figure out how to move the seats, Leo latches onto him and pulls him into the backseat with him.

“Hey! How do you expect me to drive back here!” Finn pokes Leo’s nose and Leo catches his finger in his mouth biting him. Finn squawks and pulls his finger away. Looking at Leo offended, laughing a little as Leo is looking at him with this tiny smirk. “That was rude.” Leo narrows his eyes playfully and flips them so Finn is laying on his back with Leo snuggling into his chest.

Logan gets in on the passenger side and looks up to see Finn in the back seat being snuggled by an oddly cat like Leo who is rubbing his face on Finn’s soft t shirt, when his eyes meet Logans he blushes so vibrantly pink and has the shyest smiles as he hides his face in Finn’s chest again. Logan looks at Finn who looks like he's dying from cuteness overload. Logan moves over to the driver's seat and sits all the way on the edge of the seat to be able to touch the petals. Logan doesn’t have a clue where Leo lives… but he does remember how to get back to the hotel.

Trying to get a clingy 6’3” cowboy into a hotel room while he is intoxicated is a lot easier than you would think. He was tired, stripping down the second they walk into the door he lands on the bed in his boxer briefs and spoons Logan and grips Finn’s arm as he falls asleep.

They all slept incredibly well that night, warm, close, and together.

The next morning was the morning The Lions leave to go back to Gryffindor. Leo was up before the other two, showered and dressed when he woke them up with peppering kisses all over their faces.

“Good morning, Honey Bees. Y’all need to get up and get ready to leave, you go home today.” Leo runs his hand through Finn’s hair as he greets them with a sad smile. He doesn’t want them to leave, but he knows that this isn’t some fairytale where two princes will give up their dreams to be with him. That’s not what he wants anyway. The other two finally get up, Finn goes to shower as Logan changes and packs his bag. Glancing at Leo every once in a while, like he wants to say something.

“Leo, what are you still doing here?” Logan drops his bag by the door and turns around to face the taller man, crossing his arms and giving Leo a cold look. Leo is a little taken back by this, Logan has never looked at him like that, and he wasn’t expecting it from how nice yesterday was.

“I was to see you two off… is that okay?” Leo starts to feel uncomfortable under the harsh eyes he found so pretty, he starts picking at the wrap around his wrist, breaking eye contact with Logan as a sinking feeling seeps into his chest. He never expected anything to actually come from this but he ached for it.

He knows where this is going.

“I don’t know what you think is going to happen after we leave, but we aren’t going to be fawning over you when we are busy with our own careers. You are just… a guy who we had a fling with. Finn and I aren’t even together so don’t expect anything.” Logan's voice stayed low in volume but echoed in Leo’s ears.

“I wasn’t expecting anything. I just wanted to see you guys leave, say goodbye, maybe…” Leo didn’t finish his sentence when he looked up at an annoyed and frustrated Logan. “What did I do?” He hears the bathroom door open and Finn walks into the room whistling in fresh clothes as he dries his hair with a towel.

“You don’t mean anything to us Leo'' Finn hears Logan and knows exactly what’s going on, Logan has done this to him many times. This is Logan’s way of cutting off something he wants in a way he knows won't bring the person back, even though he always feels horrible eventually. Finn has been a victim of Logan’s lashing out many times, and he hasn’t left, because he loves Logan. He really really likes Leo, he gives his heart a similar jolt that Logan does. From what they have discussed, Logan felt the same. Logan doesn’t allow himself the luxury of feeling like this though.

Leo looks absolutely shattered after Logan’s words sank in. He looks over to Finn who looks like he’s in his own head, then back to Logan. “I really really like you guys-”

“Stop being a fucking child Leo! This isn’t something we can continue after we leave, we would get torn to shreds by the league! Not everything is about you and we don’t want you! So just go back to your fucking farm and forget us.” Logan grabs his bag and walks out the door slamming it shut, going to be the first one on the bus that just pulled up to take the team to the airport.

Leo stares at where Logan was when red catches his eye, Finn stops and gives Leo a sad smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Finn then turns his back to Leo and follows Logan out the door. Leaving Leo alone in the hotel room… He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the hotel keycard, standing up he goes to leave it on the table of the room, he stops just before he sets the key down.

He takes the card and walks out of the room, Climbing into his truck that was horribly parked, he finds his phone on the floor of the passenger side. Picking up his phone, he calls up the only person he knows who would be willing to hang out even if he was sick from last night.

“Clay? Can you meet me somewhere?”

A half hour and some McDonald's hash browns later. Clayton and Leo were sitting on top of Leo’s truck hood watching the airplanes take off, sipping on soda they got with their food. They watched in a comfortable silence as planes brought people in and took people away.

Logan and Finn were on one of those.

[vennilavee]

heat, mind, soul (5)

tsoaf masterlist pairing: levi x reader of color summary: in which there is a party, and you spend the night at the survey corps HQ. and your bar is destroyed. warnings: alcohol, cursing, fluff, smut!!! 18+ word count:  5.3k a/n: i guess 2 months between each chapter is the norm for this story huh

Notification of the pre-expedition party comes in the form of one of the younger survey corps scouts walking into your bar late one evening. You recognize him as the boy you saw on the wall a few days ago. Eren.

When you had your midnight kiss with Levi on top of Wall Rose. His kiss was something that played on repeat in your head, the soft feeling of his lips against yours, his hands over your hips, the way he pressed himself against you when you both fell asleep…

Despite the grimness of this world, his warmth and the map of his hands is a feeling that has fondly crawled into your heart and bloomed. And over the last few days, he’s stopped by when he can, opting to spend the night with you whenever possible. 

It’s moving fast, but with him, it just feels right. And for two souls from the Underground, taking things slow seems like a waste of time. Considering that you both know how fleeting life is. And that small joys should be cherished and held on to for as long as they can.

So you hold on to him. You cherish him. You ask questions about what it’s like beyond the wall, and he only looks at you as if he can see right through you-

“It’s...it would be better without the fuckin’ titans.”

“Oh, you don’t say?”

“It’s endless. There’s so much sky...trees...you would like it. You like that kinda shit.”

Levi pauses, kissing his teeth.

“I’ll take you someday. When this is over.”

You scoff. Tomorrow is not a promise for today, and you both know that.

“You shouldn’t make promises you won’t keep.”

You’re lost in your thoughts for a moment, thoughts of Levi and his steel eyes, when the boy in front of you clears his throat with wide, green eyes. 

Despite him being just a boy, you can see the undercurrent of tragedy and blood in his bright eyes.

“Think you’re a few years shy of legally being able to buy a drink from me, Eren,” You say dryly, wiping a beer glass with a cloth.

“I’m not here for a drink,” Eren says, sounding affronted, “I’m here because the commander wanted to relay a message to you.”

“Your commander and his captain couldn’t come tell me themselves, huh,” You mutter under your breath.

“Oh, you’re telling me that Captain Levi isn’t going to be stopping by soon?” Eren says smugly, without batting an eyelash and you gasp at his attitude.

“That’s-that’s not-” You sputter, cheeks warming up at his grin, “What is the message, Eren?”

“The commander is requesting your services for a party in about a week. He wants you to provide alcohol and drinks for the Survey Corps.”

“O-oh,” You nod, “Yes, I can do that. Just give me the details and I’ll do my best.”

Eren tells you that he and some other members of the Survey Corps will arrive during the day to help bring the barrels and bottles of alcohol over to headquarters. You don’t bother to tell Eren that you are well aware of where the Survey Corps headquarters is located. 

Because Levi somehow trusted you enough with that information.

The thought of seeing the castle where Levi lives sends a rush of nerves through you. He hasn’t invited you himself, not yet at least. After all, he usually stops by your bar more often than not and you’ve never asked to see the castle.

You think that Captain Levi of the Survey Corps probably has more pressing things to worry about than the blossomed feelings of the bartender pining after him.

Perhaps his leg is still slightly hurting him, you think. Levi had mentioned here and there that sometimes his leg would ache at random moments. You wonder how much of him aches and how much of it he internalizes. He hasn’t been by to see you in a few days, and if you’re a little disappointed, you’ll keep it to yourself. 

Because there are more pressing things, and you’ll see him soon enough.

Levi wonders if he should ask you to stay the night. After all, you’ll be essentially hosting this gathering for the rowdy soldiers of the Survey Corps. And you’d probably be tired by the end of the whole ordeal.

He’s already tired from it, and it hasn’t even happened yet. But if you’re there, that makes it a little more bearable.

Levi tries not to stare when you walk into the mess hall with Jean and Connie on either side of you, each carrying a barrel of what he presumes is wine while talking your ear off. And you smile with them, laugh with them.

You’ve been here for two seconds and Levi can already tell that you fit in with them. And he struggles to keep his eyes off of you- the fit of your long black skirt hugging your hips and the green blouse tucked into your skirt, gold hoops on either ear…

Pretty. You look pretty and Levi’s throat goes dry.

He catches your eye and you offer him a crooked smile. Levi makes his way over to you and tells (really, demands) Jean and Connie to go get the other crates of alcohol, and you smile a little wider at him.

“Missed me so much that you wanted to throw a party here, huh?” Levi says, letting his fingers brush over your clothed elbow. His touch is fleeting, barely there, but you can’t help but try to lean closer to him for more.

“You caught me,” You reply dryly, “I wanted to see you so bad that I offered more than half of my stash of liquor for you to consume in a single night. You know, I should report you to the MP’s for encouraging underage drinking. Pretty sure your kids were frothing at the mouth just from the smell of beer.”

“Underage drinking? Yeah, right,” Levi scoffs with a roll of his eyes, “Those kids wouldn’t be able to tell water from wine.”

Levi brushes his pinky finger over yours and the small touch sends your heart accelerating. 

You let out a laugh, your head tipping back in mirth and you miss the flash of fondness in Levi’s grey eyes.

“You gonna give me the official tour or what,” You ask. You’re curious about the space that Levi lives in, about where his friends and colleagues live. The Survey Corps has always felt like an enigma to you- a flurry of forest green capes and silver blades. 

“Maybe later. Don’t you have work to do?” Levi says, voice flat but you catch the undercurrent of teasing.

“You gonna help me? You didn’t even help me bring the barrels inside.”

“You had it covered.”

“Oh, did I? If your kids are drunk off of the fumes, don’t blame me.”

Levi exhales sharply, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. The sound echoes in your heart, a sound you never want to let go of.

“You’re stupid,” Levi mutters and pokes your forehead. You only beam at him.

Organized chaos fills the mess hall quickly once the Survey Corps begins to fill in to the hall. You can’t help but wonder when the last time any of them had laughed like this- were they laughing for themselves or fallen soldiers and comrades? Both? It’s the least you could give them, you think.

The raucous sounds of laughter and shouts emerge from the corner of the mess hall, where you spot Eren and a few other boys his age. Namely, one of them with brown hair. They’re yelling at each other, about to start throwing fists, while a crowd forms around them.

Nobody moves to stop them, but clearly, everyone’s either too intoxicated or too lazy to try. But really, maybe this is a reprieve that they all need. 

The shouts get louder and punches start being thrown. You pay it no mind, expecting someone in the Survey Corps to stop them. Before you can give it another moment of your attention, your vision is blocked.

You look up, somehow maintaining a perfect poker face when you come in contact with Erwin Smith’s deep, blue eyes.

“Was wondering when the Commander himself was going to grace me with his holy presence,” You remark dryly.

He only looks at you in that disarming way. The same way he looked at you the first time you saw him in your bar. And it’s a look you’ve seen on him from years ago.

You’re very familiar with him, it seems. And the thing you both have in common is Levi.

“I assume you found your way here alright?” Erwin asks. He’s intimidating and his mere gaze makes you swallow nervously.

“Yes, Eren and the rest were really helpful. And thank you for asking me to supply you. I’m really-”

“I trust anyone who Levi trusts,” Erwin says simply and your jaw nearly drops.

“Do you?” You can’t help the question and Erwin looks amused.

“Do you have something you want to say?” Erwin asks, his eyebrow raised.

Your palms sweat- should you tell him? Should you tell him that you recall seeing him all those years ago in the Underground? Should you tell him that you and Liya had been paranoid that he and he team were coming for you and your little not-so-legal operation?

“No, not at all,” You shake your head, “And a word of advice- maybe it’s not a good idea to blindly trust anyone who your Captain trusts.”

“Who said anything about blindly trusting anyone?”

And he walks away from you, effectively rendering you speechless. You think he has that effect on people quite often.

By the time the night ends, it’s well past midnight. In fact, it’s closer to three in the morning, and your eyes are burning with sharp fatigue. Most of the Survey Corps soldiers had drank their fill and the descent into drunkenness had been a merry one.

You always love to see how people enjoy the things you create. It’s part of why you genuinely enjoy being a bartender. But making drinks for the entirety of the Survey Corps was pretty taxing, even if you had enjoyed every minute of it.

And if Erwin Smith himself had paid you well and complimented your bartending skills, it was a win for you.

You had managed to have a few drinks of earthwater to ease your nerves, but now you were eager to go home and go to bed. Sleep is calling your name, and yet your eyes always land on Levi.

He hadn’t approached you much during the night. Not that it bothers you. You know he wants to let you be in your element without him as a distraction. But really, he’s not a distraction for you.

Levi sees you yawn a few times and something hesitant gets stuck in his throat. What is he so hesitant for? It’s so late already. It would be stupid for you to walk home right now, let alone walk home alone.

He could walk you home, he supposes. But he doesn’t want to do that either. It’s been a few days since he’s seen you last. Since he’s stayed the night with you.

Maybe you could stay the night with him. For the first time.

Levi scoffs at his own internal monologue.

“It’s late,” Levi says off-handedly. Everyone else has cleared away from the mess hall, taking their drunken antics with them to bed.

“Great observation,” You mutter.

“Stay with me tonight,” Levi says. He says it so easily, as if it’s not the first time he’s asking you to stay with him. He forces himself to look you in the eyes, amused to see a knowing grin on your face.

“I was waiting for you to ask. Can’t believe it took you until three in the morning to ask me to stay the night-”

“Don’t make me rescind my offer.”

“What a gentleman,” You tease.

“Shut up.”

Once the door of his bedroom closes, you immediately tug his wrist and he turns around, about to ask you what’s wrong. But instead, you impatiently press your lips to his, tasting liquor on his tongue immediately. Levi tastes sweet and minty, refreshing like a cool sunrise.

Your hands are instantly in his hair, chest pressed against his. His hands hover over your hips before sinking his fingers over your ass.

“Missed you,” You say into his mouth, your voice soft and sweet. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, somehow already knowing that he was aching to be near you. To hold you, to touch you.

Levi lets himself indulge with you a little longer- the press of your hips against his is too much for him to want to resist. His hand cradles your neck as he steals your breath with soft lips. You don’t think you ever want to live in a world where you can’t feel his quiet desire.

“Wait,” He rasps and you look at him with wide eyes, “Go change.”

“And what would you have me change into?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t have clothes here.”

“I have clothes,” Levi murmurs, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“They’ll be small on me-”

“Just try them on,” Levi hushes you and pulls you towards his mahogany armoire. You can’t resist touching the different iterations of his uniform, his dress shirts, his trenchcoat. And then his linen night clothes.

“You’re not shopping,” Levi says dryly, “Stop touching everything.”

You smack his chest lazily. “I’m assessing my options. I guess this’ll do-”

You pull a shirt from his closet, it’s soft under your fingertips and you wonder how it might look on you. Maybe Levi would enjoy the sight of his clothes on you the same way you had enjoyed your own clothes on him. Levi gives you a shirt, similar to the style of the grey linen shirt you enjoy seeing him in.

“Turn around,” You shoo him away.

“I’ve literally seen you naked,” Levi says flatly, but turns around regardless. He hears you rustling your clothes off and hopes that you don’t let your clothes drop to the floor. What a mess.

You neatly fold your clothes and place them inside his armoire, tucked into the corner. Levi can’t resist turning around and catching a peek of your bare legs, a hint of cotton black panties, and the way his shirt cinches around your waist.

Levi swallows. 

“Told you it wouldn’t fit,” You say pointedly, “Look at this-”

Levi’s looking alright. His shirt rides up on you, your bare belly and your hips calling for his touch. The shirt is tight over your chest, your breasts defined and detailed by the fit of the shirt. You’re afraid to raise your arms too high, for fear of ripping the shirt.

“Looks great to me,” Levi murmurs, stepping closer to you. His hands instantly grip your hips, your warm skin under his fingertips and pliant to his touch. 

“You’re only saying that because you have to,” You roll your dark eyes playfully and smack his chest. He takes your wrist, thumb absently soothing your pulse and he raises your wrist to his lips. He presses a light kiss to your inner wrist, leaving your heart fluttering and your lips upturned.

“I don’t have to do anything,” Levi points out.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “But you should kiss me-”

Levi easily picks you up, his hands tight on your thighs and carries you to his bed, dropping you carefully on his crisp, cotton sheets. Everything smells like him, his beige sheets, his pillow, his covers. You could drown, and you’d gladly sink in love with him.

You’re both a synchronized mess of limbs and lips, of murmurs and moans- neither of you can get enough of touching the other. It’s only been a few days, maybe a week or so, but you’re overcome with a familiar feeling. A familiar feeling of longing, of not wanting to let him go. You cross your ankles hastily around his narrow waist, pulling him closer to you.

The dimming light of the candle at Levi’s bedside illuminates the soft planes of your face, giving your brown skin a fiery glow. You look like you belong here, your dark hair a sharp contrast against his sheets. You look like you belong here, with him, in between his sheets and fitting in the rough crevices of your hands.

But your hands are rough, too, in the way that they scale his back. Your touch is rough but gentle against his scarred skin. The scars on your skin match some of his and he squeezes your hands as he dips his head to meet your rouged lips. 

Levi wonders if he should pull away from you. Not just from this moment, but from you in all of your fire. If embracing his feelings for you is dangerous, then he’ll be a risk to himself.

If his feelings are something to avoid for some grand, noble cause that he doesn’t quite understand, he won’t. Not when he’ll regret it if he does. Not when the noises he pulls from you, the soft sighs and breathy calls of his name sound so sweet to his ears. Not when the cacophony of your sweet noises shoot straight down to his cock.

He won’t deny himself of this divine rapture- nothing would ever compare to the way your moans crescendo in his ear, only for your wet, warm walls to squeeze down all around him. Levi kisses the junction in between your shoulder and your neck, panting into your glistening skin as he rolls his hips into yours. His hands are bruising over your hips, hands squeezing every inch of your skin that he can.

Levi’s eyes are blazing, bits of grey steel sputtering out in ash when he looks at you. The intensity of his gaze makes your cheeks heat up, and instead you tip your head up for a needy kiss.

He curls a hand around your warm cheek, stilling inside of you momentarily. “Are you with me?” Levi murmurs. He’s so close to your face that soft puffs of his breath tickles your nose.

“Yes,” You mumble hoarsely, “I’m with you.”

Waking up next to Levi in his bed felt as natural as anything else in the world. As the sun rose, illuminating his bedroom with soft rays of gold, you did, too. Specifically, you woke up to Levi’s hands on you and his lips attached to the back of your neck.

You could get used to this. You could really get used to this.

“You don’t have anything to do today?” You ask, sleep still curled in your voice.

“Couple things later,” Levi murmurs, “For now, just us.”

“Okay,” You hum, closing your eyes and almost drifting back into sleep.

Mornings with Levi are slow and steady. Just the way you like it. No interruptions outside of the concrete walls of his bedroom, only your breaths and his. He slots himself between your legs and you make a home out of him as the sunlight pours onto your skin.

Levi doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything as beautiful as the golden sunshine on your brown skin. 

Once you and Levi are both dressed, Levi wordlessly hands you something heavy in your hands. It’s in a sleek, black box and you raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

“What’s this? Parting gift?” You ask. Levi rolls his eyes and opens the box for you. It’s a silver dagger, one that looks a little used.

You look up at him with wide, confused eyes. 

“In case you need it,” Levi says simply.

In case you need something to remember me by.

A bullet almost as wide as your palm slings past you and into the shelf of alcohol behind you. Before you can shout at whoever it was for destroying your precious liquor, a piercing pain erupts from your upper arm.

Blood drips down your arm, staining the edges of your nice blouse. The bullet grazed your bare arms apparently and Levi meets your eyes from his position behind the bar counter. Silently, you tell him you’re fine and to handle his mess. He gives you a curt nod and eyes the bottle of alcohol in front of him and takes your shotgun.

He always would ask you why you had a shotgun if you never learned how to properly use it. And you’d tell him you’ve always been a knife kind of girl, as he should know.

You briefly wonder how Levi reacts so quickly. Are you in shock? Why are you thinking about Levi’s quick reflexes when your arm is bleeding out? You feel lightheaded but you force yourself to stay awake and stand firm. It’s your bar, and you’ll be damned if anyone gets in the way of that.

Words and the shouts around you sound muffled to your ears. You briefly hear Levi and the stranger with a fedora exchange a few remarks, before Levi lifts your shotgun over his head and shoots. Your ears are ringing fiercely and you barely hear Levi mutter to you that he’ll try to come back to you before tossing one of your bar stools out of the door and into the stranger.

“That’s my fuckin chair,” You mutter, “Ass.”

Levi doesn’t look back at you before swinging away on his cables. You hear the sharp twist of blades and the booming sound of bullets fill the air once more before black dots coat your vision and you pass out.

Cradling your left arm close to your chest, you survey the damage at your bar. The bar top itself is split in half with stray pieces of wood littering the floor. The stench of fear and adrenaline lingers in the air, even though it’s just you in the bar.

You decide to tell Levi that you’re putting the damages on the Survey Corps’ tab.

You had woken up several hours ago in the infirmary, with a nurse and a doctor looking at you warily-

The throbbing in your arm had subsided for the most part but you just felt so… woozy. 

“We cleaned out your wound while you were passed out. Unfortunately, it does require stitches. Eight to be exact.”

“You couldn’t do that when I was passed out, too?” You groan hoarsely. Stiffness begins to settle into your left arm and you wince.

And about thirty minutes after that, you had left the infirmary alone with only the new moon as your company. You vaguely remember Misaki being in the infirmary with you, but you had told her to go home. She had a younger sister to take care of, after all. That much you remember, in your exhausted delirium.

Sweat breaks out over your forehead when you attempt to pick up the pieces of broken wood from the floor. You manage to clean all of two feet of space before giving up from exertion. You sit in front of what remains of your bar counter and lean your head back with your eyes closed.

What a day. You hope Levi’s okay, and that whatever reason he had for dramatically slamming into your bar completely unannounced was worth it.

He’d roll his eyes at you if he heard you.

“You gonna sit there all day or what?” A voice, quite possibly one of your favorite voices, calls from the entrance of your bar.

“We’re closed. For construction,” You reply, still with your eyes closed.

You hear his footfalls before they stop right in front of your crossed legs and he crouches down to be eye-level with you. You feel his fingers brush over your bandages and you finally open your eyes to come face to face with Levi himself.

“Hey,” You murmur, the last bits of your strength evaporating into the air with your words.

“You should be resting,” Levi says, eyes intensely trained on you. 

“I suppose,” You reply, “You should be resting, too.”

You eye the cut over his eyebrow and splotches of dried blood caked over his cheeks. You wonder if it’s his blood.

“Couldn’t even make it upstairs?” Levi asks, ignoring your comment.

“Obviously not,” You roll your eyes.

“I should leave you here. For that mouth of yours.”

“Shut up. I quite literally took a bullet for you, so help me up, Captain Levi.”

His eyes soften marginally at that. He pulls away from you to quickly clear away the broken pieces of wood strewn across the floor. He hoists you up with his hands gently over your ribcage. You’ll never deny his touch on any part of you, and you both know it.

Levi carries you to your small but cozy apartment above the bar when he sees you fighting off fatigue. He wonders if you do that for his benefit. Pretend like you’re not the most tired you’ve been in a long time just so he doesn’t feel bad about it.

He knows of your tough exterior and he knows your smart mouth. But he knows that you’re soft, too.

Levi seats you on the edge of your bed and you watch him flit around your apartment with tired eyes. He’s been here enough times to know where things are- ointment, bandages, medicine, water.

“Stitches?” 

“Eight of them,” You nod.

Levi wordlessly peels your bandages off of your skin. You expect a sharp sting, but there is none. Only Levi’s rough fingers gently prodding at your skin.

“I could’ve done a better job,” Levi scoffs, “Look at this. It’s going to leave a scar.”

“Should I have waited for you while you brought your fancy medical supplies?” You snark, “Besides, it’s okay. Nobody will fuck with me now.”

Levi ducks his head to examine your stitches further, but you’re certain he’s rolling his eyes at you again. His fingers are gentle and warm along the outer areas of your fresh stitches. He washes his hands before dabbing ointment over the gash and wrapping it with new bandages. 

“You should watch what I’m doing, rather than stare at me. I won’t be around to change your bandages every night,” Levi says without looking at you.

“What an honor that would be,” You mutter, “Having you stay longer than a night. What a dream.”

He hears the bite in your teasing, but lets it go. Hands brush over his cheek, fingers flitting over his eyebrow curiously. You pad across the skin there, satisfied when you feel a mostly healed cut.

“And you? You were bleeding when you flew in here. Who was that guy anyway? Can’t believe he fuckin’ shot me. In my own fuckin’ bar. What an ass.”

“That was Kenny.”

“That was Kenny?”

“Yes, close your mouth. You look like a fish out of water.”

“How else do you want me to react? The guy who raised you is trying to kill you? What the hell, Levi?”

“He’s part of the shitty MP now. With the interior police.”

He can’t hide the disdain in his voice.

“Wasn’t he the one who killed over a hundred MP’s? Kenny the Ripper?”

“The one and only.”

You’re quiet for a few moments, fingers reaching behind him to lightly scratch his undercut. Levi dares to let out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes and allowing himself a few moments of silence. And you. You press your forehead to his, a light breath tickling his nose.

Dark circles under his closed eyes are prominent and his shoulders seem to slump in your embrace. He’s tired, even if he’ll never say it.

“Stay with me tonight?” You whisper, breaking the silence. Levi opens his slate grey eyes and peers into your own, reluctance already swirling in them.

You press a kiss to his jaw. His cheek. The corner of his mouth. Finally, his lips. As if you’re trying to coax him into staying with you.

Like he needed any persuasion to begin with.

“I have to leave early tomorrow,” Levi finally says. You nod and he buries his head in your neck, breaths soft and steady against your skin. His chapped lips are rough but welcome over your throat as he kisses you. Levi is gentle with you, mindful of your arm, as he melts into you wordlessly.

You wonder if this man knows the extent of how deeply he’s burrowed himself within you. You wonder if he knows that your blood and your heart belong to him.

The words, the confession. It never comes, no matter how often you think of spilling the words from your lips. It remains silent in your throat, caged away like a bird that will never sing.

You tug at Levi’s shirt, trying to lift it off of him with one hand. Mostly, you want to see if he has any fresh bruises that need attention. But you always get distracted by him and his curious hands.

But tonight, you can tell his mind is wandering. And you can tell he needs to sleep. You wish he’d sleep with you for half a day, or even sleep in with you once in a while. But you can only dream.

“Levi,” You say softly, “Will you help me get out of these clothes? I’m so tired. Kinda want to just… lay down.”

You rub your eyes and press your forehead to his shoulder. You sigh contentedly as his hand rubs your back and you lazily rub his chest.

“Sit up then,” He murmurs. He knows where your sleep clothes are, and pulls out one of two shirts he had given to you weeks ago. To remember him by.

Levi undresses you, deliberately sending you little shocks with his touch across your warmed skin. His lips are upturned slightly. He’s being playful. He tosses your clothes in your laundry bin as you crawl into bed, waiting for him.

“Wait,” You say sheepishly, “Can I have some water? I mean, I’d do it myself. But I’m just so cozy right now.”

Levi kisses his teeth in pretend annoyance but brings two glasses of water to bed with him. One for you and one for him. You drink generously, watching him change into sleep clothes before he blows out the candle on your nightstand. Levi climbs into your bed and immediately pulls you to him, fingers under your shirt instantly. His arm is around your waist, wrapped around you, quiet and steady. He’s careful not to touch your injured arm. 

There are a million things you want to say to him. You want to speak to him until the sun comes up, not wanting to waste a second more with him. You want to hear about every second of his day and you want to tell him about every second of yours. His time with you is rare and limited and you’re always left yearning for more when he inevitably leaves you for the world.

His world. The one without you in it.

You swallow those slippery thoughts down, and instead snake your fingers through his hair and enjoy the way he hums into your neck. Levi rubs the bandaged area around your arm gingerly. His touch is gentle and featherlight, yet still somehow carrying all the words he doesn’t say in it.

“I need to get you another chair, I think.”

“You need to get me another bar, I think. I’m putting it on the Survey Corps’ tab. It’s a Levi tax. A levy if you will.”

“Hilarious,” Levi mutters, but you hear the airy chuckle against your skin. You laugh with him, before turning towards him and cupping his cheek. He meets your dark eyes, peering at you as if he can see your heart beating through your gaze.

“Sleep, Levi. Wake me before you go,” You say softly, pressing a fierce kiss to his lips.

Levi allows himself to get lost in you, in your familiar jasmine scent. He allows himself the luxury of a lover stealing his breath away at least once more.

Sleep comes easily for him that night. As it usually does, when he’s with you.

tags: @simpingmaize @captainchrisstan @alrightberries @kentobean​ @melancholicmonologue​

[tanakavox]

A look into the multiverse chapter 5

Soooo. Due to post limit im gonna have to reblog this post with the rest. Just tell y'all when you wonder where the rest is lol. Anyways intro for Winter is done by ExiledDarkness. Everything else is all meeee! On with the post.

A flash of light blinds everyone in the room. As it dies down, Winter Schnee is shown to be standing in the middle of the room.

"Winter?!" Weiss exclaims in shock. The rest of the cast, except for Qrow who groans in annoyance, keeps silent as Weiss explains to Winter about the situation they're in.

Winter nods. "I see. How interesting. I usually wouldn't do something like this but it appears that I have been given no other choice."

"Yeah, that seems to be the case with everything going on in my life." Jaune says while scratching his head.

The screen's light flickers on again and shows a boy setting up his computer and putting a helmet on his head. The sound of the computer starting up is heard.

"Link start!" With those words a flash of light appears with lines of color streaking across the screen.

"That voice sounded familiar …" Winter muttered to herself

"What was that Winter? Weiss asked, turning to her sister.

"Ah. It's nothing"

"Ah. Sword art online." The boy thinks to himself, sighing wistfully. "It's been a while since the beta. Wonder if they change anything?

A man in his early 20s with white hair looks and sees that ads plague the area around him.

"Oh c'mon guys, really? That's just disgusting." The man said to no one, his disgust at the ads was apparent.

"Yeah, seriously. That's just annoying. Qrow said with a grimace.

"Active Adblocker" A screen appeared in front of the young saying it was 29.99 for the Adblocker DLC. The man chuckled darkly. "I'm gonna burn this F***r to the ground.

"Please do!" Nora said a manic grin on her face.

The scene cuts to Blond man with long hair being tackled by a pig, the man blonde groaning in pain.

"That's Sun." Blake said almost immediately.

"How can you tell? Yang asked.

"I just know."

"Well he just got his ass kicked by a pig." Jaune said, laughing a bit

"Wow, Congrats. You were defeated by a pig." The white hair man was there looking down at Blonde unimpressed.

"F**k you man, that's like a pig from hell! The blonde cried, looking at the boar in terror.

"Really?" The white hair man smirked, and picked up a rock and threw it at the boar's ass killing it. It exploded into shards and a screen showed the exp he had got from killing it.

"Wow. This either that blonde guy sucks that bad or the other guy just that good." Mercury said with a grin.

"My god." He gasped with a shit eating grin on his face. "I've stumbled across the most powerful weapon in the game"

"Stop" The blonde whimper.

"The Mithril Pebble of pig smithing!"

"Please stop."

The white hair man takes a deep breath of air as the Blonde groans.

"My god, this sounds like something Whitely would do." Weiss said with an annoyed look.

"For you see, long ago, this pebble was forged in the fiery pits of tartarus,by the grand blacksmith of Lucifer himself. In a time before the world began…

The blonde facepalm as his party member continued. The sun had started to fall when the white haired man was finishing up.

"And thus, Mardoza, Guardian of the pebble, fell to his knees, and passed from this world, leaving behind the mighty weapon. For he knew... that one day, it's power would be required once more.

"Are you done?" The blonde asked.

"Yes." But then he whispered: The legacy of the pebble lives on.

"I have a feeling you get beat up a lot in real life." The blonde snarked.

"And he's using it as some kinda power fantasy cause he can't be that cool in real life." Yang added.

"Shut up! Here I have power!"

"Right, anyways, I've got a pizza coming, and I'm gonna meet up with some friends later.

So thanks for the quick tutorial on pig slaying and the not so quick tutorials on…. rocks…Shirou Yuki?" The blonde slowly wording out the other's username.

"Hey,no problem. I had fun taunting you." Shirou said with a grin. "Ballsdeep69"

"Yeah that's Sun." Blake said, shaking her head. "Only he would come up with such a dumb name."

Meanwhile Winter had a good idea who Shirou Yuuki was, but didn't want to say anything until she was 100% sure.

Ballsdeep69 laughs a bit. "Yeah it's uh, it's just a joke name. Just a character to dick around with while I get a hang of the game. I'm gonna make my real character later."

"Yeah yeah. No, I get it."

Shirou and balls look at each other awkwardly for a while when Shirou breaks the silence. "So uh...your pizza?"

"Right,right logging out." Balls swipes the air with his right hand and goes to log out but notices something odd.

"Hey,Shirou?" Balls called out. "Um, Totally noob question, but how do I log out?

"Are you serious, man?" Shirou asked exasperated.

"Yeah, Really dude? How hard is it to logout?" Jaune asked just as exasperated.

"Hey this Nervegear man. I can't Alt-F4 this sh*t.

Shirou sighs. "Alright fine. It's right…" He looked at his menu screen in confusion. "Here?"

"Oh thanks, player's guide." Balls deadpan.

"No it's here. But it's just blank."

Balls turns back to his menu and something catches his eye. "Oh wait, something scrolling Across mine. HahahahahahahaHAHAha"

"I get it." Shirou said with a frown.

"Wait, Wait, there's more. Ha."

"Riveting."

"Wait so they can't log out? What happened?" Ruby asked the rest of the confused viewers

"Eh no worries I'll just take the nervegear off like SO!" Balls reaches around his head and tries to take it off to no effect.

"Hey, dumbass, It doesn't work like that." Shirou sheerned. "The Nervegear disables your motor function so you don't move around in the game. Don't you remember all those videos of the beta testers?

The clip on Dustube plays, A man walking around in nerve gear is marlouving at the tech is shown. Someone, a friend of his walks up and offers a greeting to the man and he mistakes his friend for a troll and goes to pummel his friend into the ground.

It goes back to Shirou and Balls.

"So many lawsuits." Shirou muttered.

A few of the viewers had a good laugh at that.

"Uh, Do you feel tingly?" Balls asked before the two were transferred from mellow they were in a city square.

"No. Why?" Shirou asked casually. The two looked around and it seemed that other players were being teleported into the city square.

"What the hell is that?" Balls asked, looking at the sky going red.

"Well, I believe some people call it a Hexagon? Ain't 100% on that, gonna have to check my sources." Shirou snarked.

"Man f*ck off."

"I like this guy." Mercury said with a grin

The sky started to seem like it was starting to bleed.

"And The sky's bleeding" Shirou observed, not seeming to really care."

"Yeah, they are really pushing for that M rating." Balls repsoned on caring as much as Shirou.

"Wow the sky bleeds and they don't even care." Winter said.

"Probably because they know it's a video game, Ice Queen." Qrow reposned

A hooded figure appears flooding in the air. A wave of dangers fills most of the players in the area.

"Oh it's a person." Expect for one player.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Jaune Arc, Head programmer!"The figure greeted."

"Jaune made this game?" Ruby asked, looking towards the blond.

"Nice Vomit boy." Yang said slapping Jaune on the back. Jaune grunted a bit but smiled towards Yang.

"Welcome to the unparalleled online Sword art onli-" Jaune was interrupted by the player being to talk frantically among themselves. Jaune tried to get them to focus their attention on him by muting them, but ended up muting himself.

"He knows he muted himself right?" Balls asked.

"Give him a minute." Shirou mutters. Jaune unmuted himself.

A few laugh at Jaune's mistake as the Blonde himself facepalms at his mistake.

"Alright. Just realized what happened there. It's very funny. But right now, serious time. How many of you have seen Tron?" He was met with complete and utter silence. Jaune looked over the crowd and was met with blank stares, not counting Shirou. "W-what seriously?! None of you have seen Tron?! " Jaune asked, completely baffled. "I was really banking on that."

"Seriously?! No one had seen Tron?" Jaune all but screamed.

A few viewers didn't want to admit to not seeing Tron either.

Jaune cleared his throat, and proceeded to wing the entire thing. "Much like the world of warcraft, none of you are here by choice anymore. Unlike WoW, however, your being held here by me, not by a need to escape your empty f*cking lives. There is no longer any way to log out of Sword art online. If someone on the outside attempts to log you by removing your Nerve gear, well… Has anyone seen scanners?

Jaune once again looked and was once again met with silence.

"Uh Scanners. It's a movie…. Seriously?! He grumbles to himself about how the people here had no class and pulled up a clip of a man's head exploding. "Okay. That was from Scanners… and basically that.

"First Tron, now Scanners?!" Jaune facepalm.

"You just trapped god knows how many people in a video game, and you're worried about what movie they haven't seen?! Weiss retorted. Jaune flinched and wisely kept quiet.

The crowd gasped in shock.

"Finally seeing some gears turning, making progress."

"Why would you do such a thing?!" One player cried out.

"Stephen? Stephen is that you?" Jaune asked happily "How are you enjoying that advance copy?"

"I'm playing it with my family!" Stephen repiled.

"Oh, that's right!" The hooded figure laughed. "Happy birthday Timmy!"

Little Timmy began to cry.

"Aw, They grow up so fast." He said, sighing. " Cherish these moments Stephen. Cherish these moments. So as I was saying, the only way to keep the nervegear from going Gallager on your grey matter, is to make your way through castle Aincrad and beat Sword Art Online!"

"So you want us to beat a MMO?" A random player asked.

"Essentially."

"F*CK YOU!"

"That is the correct response when someone says to beat a MMO" Ren said.

"Is it really that bad?" Oscar asked and he receive a loud

"YES!"

"WOAH! Getting a lot of hostility here. Do not appreciate it."

"Well honestly!" The same player began,"When was the last time you heard of someone beating Everquest?"

"When was the last time you heard of someone playing Everquest?" Jaune fired back. There was a slight pause.

"That's fair."

"Everquest…. That's a deep cut." Qrow said, sighing thinking back.

"Anywho, for all you guys that wanted to play as girls, and you know who you are," Despite not seeing his face they could tell Jaune had a huge grin. "I've got a surprise for you!"

A mirror appeared in everyone's hands and a light filled the city.

A young boy, no older than 14 was where Shirou was. He still had the white hair and was wearing the same clothes but was more lankey and shorter than the man who was once there.

"Shirou Yuuki?" The boy turned and a familiar face was shown.

"Whitely?!" Weiss cried out at the sight of her brother.

"I knew it was him." Winter said. The username gave him away, Not only is it the username for when he goes on forums, Shirou Yuuki has the same meaning as his real name.

"How do you know what username he uses when he's online? Weiss asked her sister, a question that went unanswered.

"You're not a girl!" A fat player cried out.

"And you're not 17!" Another skinner one also cried out."

"I'm okay with this!"

"Me too!"

"LOVE KNOWS NO GENDER!" Someone shouted out.

"A wise seminent. Ozpin said sipping his coffee."

[carminecalico]

Eren x Armin “Fuck Away The Pain” Chapter 4

“She”

The nerves start to kick in for Sasha before her confession

This chapter uses the song “She” by Dodie

*also quick note.

My story is also on Ao3 the link is below I would love it if y’all showed it some love on there too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28809192?view_full_work=true

Armin was laid out on Eren’s bed in an oversized purple sweater and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. He decided to leave his hair down so he's taken to tucking his hair behind his ears. Holding his head up with one hand, he has his assigned reading for class open on his laptop and his notebook in front of him. It's a quiet room aside from Eren, sitting on the edge of the bed with his guitar, practicing the song Sasha picked out.

"Sasha really picked a good song to confess with, I think anything crazy over the top isn't exactly Mikasa’s style." Eren said as he continued playing. He had on a black t-shirt with an Oscar Wilde quote on the front and ripped up black jeans.

"Over the top like the night we met?" Armin teased with a smile, "I think you're right, she's a bit more reserved than a certain someone I know." Armin hears Eren chuckle before a comfortable silence falls over them aside from the soft guitar. A few minutes pass before Armin puts his pencil down and moves silently to kneel behind Eren. He wraps his arms around the brunette’s shoulders before pressing gentle kisses to his neck. "I think it's great you're doing this for Sasha."

"It's like I said, music is easy to understand. Plus it's easy to use someone else's words to explain your feelings." Eren leans into his little ray of sunshine, “Guess that could be a warning, I'm bad at words, especially in intense situations." He lets out a sigh putting the guitar down, leaning it against the bed.

“Oh no my boyfriends gonna sing for me. Whatever will I do?" Armin laughed resting his head on Eren’s shoulder. "I think I'll manage babe." He smiles relaxing into Eren, nuzzling his face into the other boy's neck. "Besides I like watching you perform whether it's for me or not."

"Oh yeah sunshine?" Eren smiles reaching up to run a hand through Armin’s hair gently. "I'm glad you enjoy watching, I like having you there. Come here." He tugged on Armin’s sweater pulling the blonde onto his lap and held him close. Using his thumb Eren traced gentle circles into Armin’s lower back.

"You know you are pretty good at the whole boyfriend thing. I thought I'd have to take the lead for a bit to show you the ropes, but you seem to be something of a natural." Armin smiles resting his forehead on Eren’s tangling a hand in his hair.

"It’s easy for you. I like your smile, I'd do anything to get a smile from you." His eyes flutter closed feeling fingers in his hair. "Can I ask you about Jean? He seemed like an important part of your life, are you really okay he's out of it now?" Eren asked moving his head to rest on Armin’s shoulder.

"Not really, I mean we were together for 5 years. The first 3 1/2 years he was pretty amazing to me." Armin starts playing with Eren’s hair holding him close. "He always made sure Mikasa and I had enough to eat and he was patient with me opening up to him. He was always there if I needed him. Not long after we started college it started getting bad. We just didn't want to admit it wasn't working, I think." Armin smiles softly thinking back on all the memories.

"That’s a lot to live up to, I'm gonna pale in comparison." Eren let out a resigned sigh before opening his eyes. "Are you sure you want someone subpar?" Armin grabs the sides of Eren’s face and lifting his head. The two make eye contact and, just for a moment, get lost in the eyes of each other.

"Don't ever try to be Jean. No matter who it is, no one can ever compare to someone‘s first love. At the end of the day, he and I couldn't make it work, so I don't want a new Jean-kinda-love." Armin ran his thumb across Eren’s cheek. "I just want an Eren-kinda-love. Okay?" Eren leans into Armin’s hand before turning his head slightly to press a kiss to Armin’s palm and nods. "Good." Armin wraps his arms around the brunette's neck and leans down pressing his lips against Eren’s roughly. The force of the kiss knocking Eren onto his back, making the pair smile.

Armin propped himself on his forearm before continuing the kiss and running his tongue against Eren’s lower lip. The brunette’s eyebrow quirked up in surprise at the sudden assertiveness, but Eren obliged letting Armin’s tongue explore his mouth. Armin reaches his free hand up and tugs gently on the dark locks. Eren lets out a soft groan as he brings one hand down to grip onto the blonde's hip. His other hand sips under Armin’s shirt and trails his fingers gently against his skin. Eventually, the two realize they desperately need air and reluctantly pull away from the kiss panting heavily. "Shit sunshine didn't know you could be so commanding.." Eren says after somewhat catching his breath.

Just as Armin was about to respond his phone started ringing. He groaned slightly before recognizing the ringtone, “Oh shit, it's Sasha." He scrambled to grab his phone as Eren sat back up. Armin answered the call and leaned into Eren’s chest. "Sasha? What's up?"

"Armin I don't know if I can do it! I'm freaking out what if Mika hates me after?"

"Woah okay, calm down. It's Mikasa we're talking about here, she's not gonna hate you for having feelings." Armin says in an attempt to ease her nerves as Eren taps the blondes shoulder then points to the phone so he can talk to her.

"Sasha? It's Eren. Don't freak out, trust me it feels better to get those feelings out instead of running. I've got the song down already would you feel better if you ran through it a few times?" He hears her pause and takes a few breaths.

"I mean it's worth a try, right? Yeah, sure I'll run through a few times."

"Perfect, I'll have Armin text you my apartment's address. We’ll probably order a pizza or something, Armin got a good idea of what to get you?" Armin nods smiling at Eren. “We’ll see you soon Sasha." there's a quiet 'see ya' before the call ends.

Armin chuckles putting his phone down. "You're funeral if you're buying her food. She eats more than Mika and me combined."

~~~~

"Sasha, you'll feel better after some food, you always do." Armin says trying to hand her the box with her pizza in it. Eren was leaning on the counter enjoying his pizza while Sasha and Armin were talking at the table. Sasha had her face in her hands.

"I'm so nervous Armin, I don't know if I can handle her rejecting me. But if I don't say anything I'll never know. UGH, I hate feelings!" Sasha groaned before laying her face on the table. Armin just casually put the pizza box in front of her with the lid open and pushed it closer to her. He got up and walked over to his shared pizza with Eren before grabbing a piece.

"You sure you shouldn't try to comfort her more?" Eren asked concerned Sasha was still just laying on the table. Armin shook his head before taking a bite of his pizza. "Really? Why not?"

"She does this a lot, whenever she starts eating she'll be fine." Armin was happily enjoying his pizza glancing at Sasha to get a visual update on her. Eren looked over at her still worried. Armin smiled at Eren’s concern. "Babe I promise she's okay, she hasn't changed since high school. She just needs to eat." Armin points to Sasha, who finally started eating, starting to turn back into her old self.

Half-way through her pizza, she had a thought. "Oh, by the way, Armin, Jean said to ask if it was okay to get your number again, he got a new phone and lost it. He said he wants to meet up to ‘apologize for the other night.’Whatever that means." Sasha walked over to Eren and Armin with her pizza.

"Oh is that so? Yeah, that's fine, it'd be nice to have the old gang back without hostility." Armin smiled as he finished his last slice. He crossed his arms as he looked off into the distance. "Man, the whole gang back together? Shinganshina's fucked when that happens." Sasha chuckles with Armin causing the outsider to become concerned. "You ready to get some practice in Sasha?" Armin asks when he sees her finish her food. She nods and they make their way to spread out on Eren’s bed.

~~~~

Friday comes way too fast for Sasha, she feels like twenty times more confident but she's still a bundle of nerves. She asked Armin if he minded helping her get ready earlier in the week and he said he'd bring a friend to help too. Historia and Sasha hit it off right away, which Armin expected. The three of them spent the first fifteen minutes having "girl talk" as it came to be called by Sasha.

"Okay Sasha what kind of look are we going for? Or do you want us to just put together a few outfits and you pick your favorite?" Historia asked doing her excited wiggle dance. Sasha smiled at Historia, who looked effortlessly perfect in her plaid pleated skirt and black crop top.

"I'll pick an outfit out." Armin and Historia immediately started going through Sasha's closet quietly talking to each other. Sasha found herself cuddling her pillow to comfort herself. She was taking deep breaths mumbling to herself everything would be okay.

"I have never seen you this nervous Sash, it's only Mika, it's not she's gonna kill you." Connie said smirking from the doorway before walking in and sits beside Sasha. He sees the nervous look still plastered on her face. "C'mere, you weirdo." Connie pulls his best friend into a tight hug. "I'm gonna be there the whole time, I'll even stay sober so I can drive your drunk ass home if it goes bad." Sasha started laughing quietly at her best friends goofiness.

 "I know Connie. You're the best." She smiled before resting her head on his shoulder. "Help me pick an outfit? Armin and Historia are putting some together." Connie nods keeping his arms around Sasha..

"Okay! We’re ready!" Armin and Historia walk out with a total of three outfits. "So Historia and I have three very different looks for you. Oh, hey Connie." Armin walked over and gave Connie a big hug.

"Armin! I still have hair and makeup to do after this c'mon. Okay, option one." Historia held up a black dress with a corseted middle and white accents, with a pair of white ballet flats to match. Sasha's face twisted up before giving it a thumbs down. Connie followed suit. "Okay option two." Historia proceeded to hold up an off the shoulder white crop top and a pair of red skinny jeans. This outfit comes with a black suede jacket and black combat boots.

"That's a maybe. I haven't worn that jacket before." Sasha smiles as Connie frowns. He huffs crossing his arms over his chest and pouts like a child.

"I got you that for your birthday last year!"

"You did? Wow, a straight man with good taste I'm impressed." Historia says sweetly, "I'm guessing that means Connie's vote is for this one?" He nods but continues pouting causing the three of them to start laughing softly. "This one was all Armin." She holds up a white pleated skirt and a grey v-neck shirt. They pair that with a pair of black chunky heels and a black leather jacket.

"I like that one the most, but I think I'll switch the jacket so Connie's happy." Connie gets a big dopey smile on his face, proving Sasha right. Historia starts on Sasha's hair as Armin gets a call.

"Hey babe, everything okay?" He steps out of the room and leans on the counter in the kitchen.

"Yea the band's excited for Sasha's song, don't tell her but they're gonna be a part of it too. I just wanted to call to say hi." Eren smiles just hearing Armin’s voice.

"Oh well hi there." Armin blushed and looked down at his feet. We hand his favorite white converse hightops on with black skinny jeans and a green sweater with a white polo underneath. "You know I don't think I look the part of the lead singer's boyfriend."

"I think you look adorable, sunshine." Eren said kicking Reiner, who was on the other side of the couch, for making fun of him silently. "Who cares if you don't dress the same as me?"

"Armin! I need your opinion!" Historia calls from the bedroom.

"I'll see you soon, looks like they need me." Armin says smiling as he chewed on part-of his lower lip."

"See you soon baby." Eren says as they hung up before glaring at Reiner Who was still teasing him. "Fuck off Reiner."

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Eren had talked Mikasa’s boss into giving her the first set off so she was sitting with everyone in her white button-up and black jeans. Sasha on her left and Armin on her right. She had a weird feeling something was going on but couldn't figure it out. So she kept sneaking glances at Sasha, admiring how her hair perfectly framed her face

Eren walked up to the front of the stage, he had on a dark red turtle neck, his ripped black jeans with bleach splatters all over them, and his black combat boots. His hair was tied back in his signature messy bun. "We are 'The Warriors' we normally do rock and alternative covers but we're helping a friend first tonight. They have something they wanna say to a special someone." Sasha makes her way up to the stage taking the mic from Eren. He grabbed his acoustic guitar from the side of the stage before taking his spot behind the backup‘s mic stand. He gives Sasha an encouraging nod before doing last-minute tuning.

“Uh. Hi, I'm Sasha, and this i-is for you, Mikasa...." She looks at Eren and he starts playing the soft melody. Sasha looks to Mikasa as she starts singing. "Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at?" Bertholdt picks up his violin and plucks the strings gently. "She smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach." Eren smiles joining Sasha on vocals for the last part of the chorus. "You would find her in a Polaroid picture. And she means everything to me." Bertholdt switches to playing the violin with the bow as Ymir walks over to Eren and joins in on the harmonies. Sasha turns back briefly shocked at the addition of Ymir and Bertholdt. "I'd never tell, no, I'd never say a word. And oh it aches, but it feels oddly good to hurt." Sasha smiles at Mikasa with a blush on her cheeks. "She smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach."

Mikasa’s eyes water just a bit as she covers her mouth with her hand. "You would find her in a Polaroid picture. And she means everything to me." Eren smiles seeing Mikasa’s reaction and watches Armin take her free hand in his. He sends a quick wink to his Blondie before the lyrics start again. "And I'll be okay admiring from afar cause even when she's next to me, we could not be more far apart." Sasha's eyes start to tear up as she and Mikasa hold eye contact. "Cause she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall. But to her, I taste of nothing at all." Ymir and Eren sing the last chorus with Sasha, Ymir looking over to Historia smiling. "Cause she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. You would find her in a Polaroid picture and she means everything to me. Yes, she means everything to me. She means everything to me."

After the song Sasha and Mikasa run towards each other before colliding and wrapping their arms around the other tightly. Mikasa buried her face in Sasha's neck letting out uneven breaths. "I've waited two years to tell you, Mika...." Sasha says running a hand through Mikasa’s hair. "Do you want to go outside?"

"Yeah, I could use some air. But first," Mikasa lifts her head and presses her lips to Sasha’s pulling her closes by her waist. Sasha kisses Mikasa back smiling and tangles a hand in her hair. Their table consisting of, Armin, Connie, Historia, Jean, and Marco, plus Eren and his band all started cheering. Sasha and Mikasa in perfect sync raise opposing hands to flip off their table of friends and the band before pulling away from the kiss. The two of them walk outside for privacy.

"Okay! Now back to your regularly scheduled covers!"

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If you were Miura's chief assistant and decided to end Berserk in a couple of chapters, how would you do it (ofc it'd be an open and abrupt ending, but still)?

hmm interesting question. this is tricky lol, all the endings I like to imagine require like, another arc of build up to work.

well, casca sees moonlight boy, remembers fetus, flashes back to eclipse bc that's all interconnected in her mind, behelit opens. i know that much lol.

OK I KNOW. Casca sacrifices moonbaby which is not a werebaby but is an astral projection by the fetus griff grew out of or whatever. Sacrificing it removes any fetus influence from Griff. OH that's why NGriff is here also, and it's a bit of a fakeout, like, it seems like he showed up bc fate required him to be sacrificed but then only the fetus part is sacrificed and it actually maybe makes him more undefeatable, oh no. also maybe he gets a black swordsman femto-esque villain moment where he gloats about this. Or if not him, Ubik does.

This would be better if Griff takes off and we got a whole nother arc in between but w/e, so basically Casca goes monster, Farnese is also there and like, power of friendship convinces her to chill and not get between Guts and Griff, bc I need them to just fight without distractions. idk. or maybe she does try to attack Griff too and Guts goes beast of darkness and injures her. whatever.

guess they're still in the vortex for this bc elfhelm being around would be too much to deal with. Femto goes back to Griff form to taunt Guts and they sword fight and the godhand just think it's funny I guess. void is like, 'really guys, do we have to do this' and slan's like 'shut up i'm trying to watch the show' and griff is basically toying with guts. Oooh also their commentary tells us that Griff is not all powerful, like 'yeah sure he's got the advantage, but after all he did return to that pitiful human form, and the black swordsman is full of surprises, don't count him out yet' that kinda thing.

from guts' beasty pov griff is a shining light in front of him.

uhhhh this can't go on too long bc you said only a few chapters lol. so like, it's not an epic battle, it's just guts trying and ngriff easily evading/countering him.

hmm Guts being all hidden away in the armour makes it harder to get a moment for NGriff to fuck up because of his feelings which obviously have not actually gone with the fetus :/ Well okay, how about Griffith ends up standing on the dragonslayer and they both have a whole ~moment~ where they stop and stare at each other. Kiiinda want Guts' consciousness to return here but it might be too much. Hm. Actually yeah, ok here's what happens: from Guts' pov we get a whole bit where he remembers human Griff and his consciousness returns, his helmet retracts, they fuckin make eye contact, Griff smiles, and then Guts sends them both over the edge of a platform.

Bc they're in the escher room from yk chapter 7 and also the swirl of hell souls is there below them. gotta mention that.

griff grabs the edge of the platform, guts grab his hand, they look at each other again, maybe guts is like, 'i'm not letting go this time,' if i want to be really heavy handed about it, close up of their hands - and griffith is holding on just as tightly to guts' hand. then griffith's fingers slip.

during their fight we also got a moment with casca and injured farnese, bc yeah I guess what I'm saying is Casca tried to attack and Guts fucked her up and now she's huddled in a corner with Farnese. And their moment is something like Casca, in mostly humanoid form, knocking Farnese aside with "a what are you doing, didn't you see what happened? what I became?" while F is trying to bandage a gaping wound and Farnese coming back and resuming with something like "Stop it, I'm staying right here at your side." They just need /something/ vaguely conclusive and hopeful, bc I'm not brainstorming an epilogue montage lol.

So yeah. idk maybe the final panel should be Casca and Farnese clinging to each other, while the godhand retreat, with Guts and Griff's swords lying on the ground.

so let's see that's like, 1 chapter for behelit to open, 1 chapter to make sacrifice, 1 chapter of everyone going holy shit and guts going beast of darkness and injuring casca, 2 chapters fighting, 1 chapter end. Rushed, like even just this should be like 10 chapters with an epilogue, but can't really help that.

That said, if you literally just meant a couple chapters as in two chapters, thennnnnnnnnn fuck it, moonbaby transforms into Danann who tells Guts she helped guide them all there and asks what he's going to do now, Guts looks back at Casca and Farnese and smiles sadly and asks for a lift off the island, alone this time, without even Puck. Danann gives him a magic thing that unlocks the fast travel system and mentions that Griffith can use it too, and in fact he's on the move right now (bc we gotta have some explanation for griff's disappearing act). Maybe with some implication that Griff knows he’s off to meet Guts for a final duel or whatever lol. (And the assumption is he can manifest clothes and armour. Or is it. Maybe that’s the secret hint they’re actually going to fuck when they meet up.) The last page is like, Guts walking into a portal or whatever, shot of his pouch ft behelit, shot of the brand, shot of him from behind with dragonslayer slung over his back, doublechecking he’s got a condom in his wallet.

lmao i spent all those paragraphs on the long ass first answer trying to squeeze in as much of the stuff I like as I could but honestly the 2nd one is way better when you don’t have any opportunity for build up and it has to be v truncated. Just Guts going off alone back on his revenge bender. i’m leaving my stream of consciousness answer as is anyway.

ty for asking! this was fun :3

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Fics that punched me in the face and stole my lunch money

one more time with feeling by Soulykins (Not rated, 4009 words)

When Five Hargreeves is four-years-old, he discovers his power.

He also discovers a whole lot more than that.

They’re all figuring out their powers, and as a consequence they all move out of the nursery into their own rooms after a somewhat unfortunate incident regarding the discovery of Six’s powers. Regardless, Five isn’t very fond of the new arrangement because he’s lonely.

He can’t sleep without the sounds of his siblings around him. One’s sleepy whuffling and Four’s random exclamations, Six shuffling around and Two kicking his blankets off in the night. It’s too quiet.

That is, of course, when the man falls into his room.

Probably one of my all-time favourite fics. It hits hard and is honestly the reason this rec list was made. I swear the ending knocks the breath out of me every time I read it.

little white lies by Soulykins (General Audiences, 3750 words)

The first time Five lies, really lies, he's four-years-old and taking the blame for something he didn't do.

And then he doesn't stop.

--

Five lies to everyone. He lies to his father, to his siblings, and even to himself.

(Five has broken himself apart and put himself back together so many times over the course of his life. When you're broken, you use whatever is at hand to glue yourself back together. Love and loyalty and determination, of course. But hate and spite and fury all work as well.

Five never noticed when he started gluing himself together with lies. Lies are not very good glue, they come apart too easily.)

Five protecting his siblings? Angst and hurt? Yes. It hurts, but in a good way. Like all good angsty fics do. The ending? My god. A very nice way to end all that angst. Thank you very much.

Delusions of a Practical Nature by KnightNight7203 (Teen and Up, 5045 words, 3 chapters)

This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. He was supposed to get through the next layer of his equations, finally narrow down the limits he’s been searching for for the past month and a half. But maybe he should sit down with his family more often. For the first time in a long time, he feels something akin to peace.

In which Five doesn’t always have to make it through an apocalypse alone.

You think this is nice. A few things that make you go “That’s weird”, and then it punched you in the gut with the ending and you realize; “oh shit” and it’s actually really sad. This is yet another one of the fics that made me make this list lol.

Don’t waste your time (or time will waste you) by rosewitchx (Teen and Up, 4408 words)

He was an old man. He is sixteen. Ben dies next week. How does he know that? “I think I broke it,” Five stutters, and for the first time in her short life Vanya sees absolute terror in his eyes.

- Or, Five travels back again. Something goes wrong.

Heartbreaking in all the best way. This one hurts, but it wraps up nicely at the end and I like that in a fic (or anything tbh). It kinda feels like one long gut punch at times.

losing you to the gutter by tiesmp3 (Teen and Up, 2328 words)

fire, it burned my skin but i still want to play with it. - “baby boy”, mother mother

or, five is teetering on the edge of a very steep cliff—or, maybe he always has been, but no one’s ever really cared about it, anyway.

Hurt and comfort. Five’s PTSD being adressed. Getting the help he needs. All the good stuff.

and i'll be back (again and again and again) by artfulacrostic (Teen and Up, 3560 words)

Five stumbles to his feet and looks up at his family.

They seem so...startled. Staring, like they can't believe he's back, even though he's been back over and over and over.

Of course, they don’t know that. They never do.

//

Five relives the eight days before the apocalypse over and over again in a whirlwind of equations, alcohol, and failure.

This one’s a ride, y’all. Oh my fucking god. It’s so good. The feels, holy shit. I have no words. Just read it. This was also one of the fics that made me make this list.

Bolt from the Blue by TheArchaeologist (Mature, 84665 words, 39 chapters)

When they were sixteen Klaus successfully escaped for the night, and to celebrate went to the disco with a girl he barely knew. He was young, terribly misguided, but overall the night had been amazing.

He just didn't expect to have a baby dumped in his arms nine months later.

Or,

The author takes a throw away joke in the show and runs with it.

This is a looong one, I have to be honest with you all. It really is. It’s so good and heart wrenching and sweet and oh so sad. In an Alternate Universe Five is Klaus’ son and we follow him and Ben as they try their best to raise him with the little they have, until it all goes to shit. It’s part of a longer series and let me tell you; It’s a wild one.

And I Will Run Fast, Outlast by beastboy12 (Teen and Up, 27345 words, 7 chapters)

Five is fine. Getting his siblings to see that is a different matter entirely.

In which Five has a very difficult time accepting that he may not, in fact, be okay.

This one’s also on the longer side, but not terrifbly so. It’s another fic where Five struggles with his trauma and gets help. Some recovery. A very nice read. Make sure to read the warnings though, as it covers some difficult things. Be aware of that when reading this.

Side Effects May Vary by CivilBores (Teen and Up, 6565 words)

Allison crosses her arms. “Five,” she says firmly, “when was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t know,” Five says honestly. At Allison’s expression, he quickly adds, “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t know what it’ll take for all of you pea-brained idiots to realize that.”

“We may not be as intelligent as you, Five,” Allison says, “but at least all of us are smart enough to know how to take care of ourselves.”

OR

A week after the world is saved, Five convinces himself that he is still experiencing lingering side effects of paradox psychosis. His family has something to say about that.

Five’s falling apart and he thinks it’s paradox psychosis. The siblings try to help him. It takes some time, but eventually they get through to him. Turns out it’s not that serious, but Five is a disaster so what do you expect?

we are alive, here by pilotpoison (General Audiences, 1364 words)

The Apocalypse was diverted, and Five finally gets to feel.

Probably one of the shortest ones on the list. Five has a bit of a breakdown after finally stopping the apocalypse for good. Angsty with a hopeful, nice ending.

(i heard a rumor) i put a band-aid on a bullet wound by telm_393 (Teen and Up, 3220 words)

Allison tries to figure out who she really is. Allison tries to calm her brother down. There are no quick fixes.

Allison centered fic where she struggles with the loss of her voice and powers. It delves into Allison’s feelings towards the sitauation and her siblings (mostly Vanya). Basically she kinda learns how to live without the use of her voice, which has been such an imprtant part of her before and she also has a nice moment with Five where she calms him down after a nightmare. It’s also an interesting look at what Five’s trauma might look like from an outside perspective.

Derivation by obvious_apostate (General Audiences, 3199 words)

Grace wants to give the children something special for their birthday. She succeeds for six of them.

Your typical fic of the siblings recieving their names, expect in a slightly different direction. Grace sends out letters to the sibling’s mothers to ask what their names should have been and Five’s the one that never gets one. It’s sad and it hurts, but it’s so good.

[connordavidscamera]

Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 3 | Connor Brashier

A/n: one again, revised/rewritten. I remember loving this chapter a lot when I first wrote it, so I hope you guys like it too.

Summary: Someone’s falling…

Warnings: kinda fluffy

Word count: 2.2k

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Week 2

“You want to pick the music?” I ask, handing her my phone.

“Oh, sure.” She scrolls through my Spotify for a minute until she comes across a song she likes. 

“So, what were you and Shawn talking about?” I rest my arm on the center console, hand up, silently asking for hers, but she doesn’t place hers in mine. I leave my hand there anyway, just in case. 

“Um, nothing much.”

“No? Seemed like something important.”

“He just um… asked me on a date.” Y/n says when we reach a stop light and I slam on the brakes a little harder than intended.

“He did what?” I glance over at her, but she won’t look at me. “Y/n,” I say, trying to get her to say something, anything.

“He asked me out,” she says again, her voice small. 

“And?” I prompt. “What’d you say?” I can see that she’s hesitant to respond, and just by that alone, I’m not sure I want to know the answer. “No, nevermind,” I say, looking forward just as the light changes. “It’s your business.”

We’re silent the rest of the way back to campus. When I park, I turn the car off and she looks at me for the first time the whole ride. “What are you doing?”

“Walking you to your dorm. It’s late, you don’t need to be walking out here alone.”

“There’s no one out.”

“It’ll just make me feel better knowing you got to your dorm. Okay?” I say, staring at her through my hooded eyes. 

“Okay.” She takes her bag from the floor board and opens the door. I wait for her at the hood of the car and without asking, I take her hand. I don’t care if she said yes to Shawn or not. I want to hold her hand, and as long as she’s okay with it, I’m going to hold it because her skin is so soft against mine and I love the feeling. Thunder sounds and lightning cracks against the pitch black sky and she jumps just a little at the unexpected sound. 

“Guess it’s gonna rain,” I say and she nods, leading us to her building. 

“Yeah,” she answers and just as she says it, the first raindrop falls, followed by a heavy shower. She squeals and I can’t help but chuckle as she hurriedly leads me to the main door and she struggles to enter her code with just one hand, but she never lets go, and neither do I. She finally gets it in after three failed attempts, but we’re both soaked through by the time we get inside, you can hear only the squeaking of our shoes on the linoleum floor and the soft squishing of our feet in the damp shoes. I can’t help but laugh when she almost trips trying to get up the stairs, but I’m quick to catch her and keep us both from tumbling. 

“Come inside?” she asks when she gets her door unlocked. 

“I really should get back.”

“Stay,” she says, begs, really. “At least until the rain lets up. I’d feel better about it. Please?”

And when she gives me those eyes, the ones that hold nothing but sincerity, who am I to deny her anything she wants from me. “Okay,” I nod. “Just until the rain stops.”

Her room is warm compared to the hallway, and the drastic change in temperature causes a shiver to run up my spine. Almost immediately after putting her bag on the desk, she goes to her closet and grabs some clothes. Two hoodies that look like they absolutely swallow her up, and then she goes to her drawers where I watch her pull out a pair of leggings. “You can pick either one of these,” she says, laying the hoodies at the foot of the bed. “They’re my dad’s, so they should fit.”

“Thanks,” I mutter as she disappears into the bathroom. She comes back a second later with a towel. 

“Here, so you can dry yourself off.”

“Oh, thank you.” I take the towel from her hands and she smiles sheepishly at me. 

“Um, I’m gonna shower really quick. Will you be okay out here?”

I nod with a smug smile on my face, “I’ve been left alone before, y/n.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, smartass. I’ll be fast. Make yourself comfortable. There’s drinks in the fridge, and snacks in the pantry if you’re hungry.” she pulls out a shirt from her top drawer and once again disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

After drying my hair - or attempting to, at least, I pull off my shirt which has been clinging to my body since we got inside. I pull her dad’s sweatshirt over my head and try to pat my jeans dry. They aren’t clinging to me quite as much as you would think they would, but they’re definitely leaving me a little chilly. 

The stack of books by her bed catches my eye when I fold the towel over her desk chair. The stack is as tall as her nightstand. I don’t know anyone who has ever brought this many books to school with them. That just means you have more to take back and unload when you leave and return to campus.

I hear the door handle click and I know she’s behind me. “Find anything interesting?”

“Did you bring all these?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “I bought most of them since I’ve been here. There’s this really cute bookshop downtown. Seriously, it has a great selection. I go whenever I can get away from my homework.”

“So it’s a leisure thing,” I muse.

“Of course. What else would it be?” I smile as I watch her reach for her brush and sit cross legged on her bed. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she asks, looking up at me from where I stand near her tower of books. 

“What else don’t I know about you?”

“Quite a bit, pretty boy. What do you want to know?”

"I want to know everything." I say, electing to ignore the fact that she just called me pretty boy, even though it makes me feel all types of giddy inside. Giddy, what a stupid word coming from me.

We talk for hours about… well literally everything. I don’t even realize that it’s nearing two in the morning until I check my phone to see that Brian texted me three hours ago asking where I was. “I should get going,”  I whisper into her hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo, memorizing her scent. It's intoxicating. 

She’s dozing off on my shoulder and I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be at this moment than right here. Seriously, a blinding flash of light could swallow the world whole at this very moment and I wouldn’t mind because I would die with her in my arms.

“No,” her arm wraps around my waist. “Warmth. Stay.”

“Y/n, it’s late," I try.

“All the more reason to stay. Please?” she groans, basically crawling on top of me. 

I sigh in content because I had no idea her body could feel so comforting on mine. “Okay. But I have to go first thing in the morning,” I say, but I barely believe it myself because as long as she’ll have me, I’ll stay. 

“Fine,” she agrees.

We’re quiet for a minute before she mumbles my name and oh wow it sounds like heaven. “Connor?”

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I said no.”

“Hmm?” I furrow my eyebrows, looking down at her.

“To Shawn. I said no.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because if I’m going to get to know someone like that, I want it to be you.”

“Wait, what?” I wait a beat for her to respond, but she doesn’t. “Y/n?”

She stirs, pulling at the covers and when I look down, I know she’s asleep, her eyes moving behind her eyelids as she dreams those sweet dreams that I could only wish on her. Those sweet dreams I can only wish to be in.

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I stumble into the apartment as quietly as I can the next morning because I know Brian is asleep; he doesn’t have class until noon, that lucky bastard. 

“And where have you been all night?”

I jump, dropping my phone on the ground. “Shit! Shawn what are you doing on the couch?”

“Spent the night. What happened? I thought you just went to take y/n back to her dorm.”

“Yeah,” I scratch the back of my neck, “I did. But it started raining pretty hard, so she told me to stay until the rain let up. It just got super late and I uh… stayed the night with her. No big deal.”

He nods. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I say, grabbing my phone. 

“What’s going on between you two? I mean, I kinda picked up on something last night, but-”

“Well if you picked up on it, then why did you ask her out?” I know it comes out kind of hostile, but I can’t help it. 

“Whoa,” he puts his hands up in surrender. “Look, I didn’t mean to step on your toes. I think it’s great that you’ve found someone you like. I just wasn't sure if it was serious."

I didn't think it was either, but I'm seriously falling for this girl and it hasn't even been three weeks yet. “It’s not. Yet.”

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Week 3

I’m falling. I’m falling and I’m falling hard and it’s going to hurt like hell when I land. Because neither of us have spoken about what she said the other night. In fact, we haven’t spoken about the other night at all. And I don’t think either of us intend to. 

“Y/n, come here.” I usher her over to the tree in front of me, with its multicolored leaves that in this early autumn season are starting to fall, just like me. 

“Hmm?” she shows up behind me, chin resting on my shoulder

“Can you stand here for a minute?”

“Okay. Any specific way?”

“Nope, just stand there and look pretty.”

She groans, but slips from behind me and leans against the tree. “But that’s hard.”

I’m already filming when she says it. “What’s hard, y/n/n?”

“Standing and looking pretty,” she sighs dramatically. 

I shake my head, starting to walk around the tree. “You’re doing a damn good job of it right now,” I say as I round the corner. 

She covers her face, letting out a soft laugh. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?” I ask with an amused smile. 

“Saying things like that,” she mumbles, pushing her hair out of her face. 

“Why? You gonna kiss me if I don’t?”

She hums and pushes herself off the tree. She waits until she’s out of frame, until her body is pressed impossibly close to mine, before she speaks. “If kissing you is the only way to get you to shut up, then yeah,” she whispers into my ear and I think I lose balance for a second. Her lips press gently onto my cheek and I know I’m a thousand shades of red when she pulls away.

I want to lean in, so badly I want to. Because she’s here and she’s so close and it would be so easy to just capture her lips right here, right now… But it’s not time. No matter how badly I want it, I can’t give into these feelings just yet, not until I know for sure that she feels the same.

Sure, she’s given me signs that she wants me too, but how do I know it’s not still just a game to her? I started it, but y/n’s the type of person to end it. 

And thinking this actually makes me believe that I don’t care. That even if this is a game, I want nothing more than to get my heart broken by her if that’s the case. It would be a privilege. 

“Con? You’re staring.”

“I know,” I say, my eyes focused on her lips.

“It’s making me nervous,” she says quietly.

“Y/n?”

“What?” She questions, her eyes trailing down to my lips too. I can’t help but wonder if she wants to kiss me as much as I want to kiss her. 

I take in a breath, “We should go get something to eat,” I say and I hate myself for it. In my mind, I’m punching myself in the face right now. “I’m starving.”

She pulls away from me, looking down at the ground. “Oh. Yeah, okay. Sure.”

I don’t know if I’m imagining it because I want it to be true, but I swear I see  disappointment in her eyes as she gathers her things. 

“Hey, are you okay?” I take her by the elbow before she can walk ahead of me.

She shrugs me off and I think I can physically feel my heart breaking at the subtle movement. “Yep. I’m fine.”

“Y/n?”

“Come on, Brashier. You’re hungry, right?” She starts walking forward, but I hurriedly get in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

“Wait, y/n. What happened?”

“Do you want to kiss me, Connor?”

“Well, I-”

“It’s a yes or no question. Do you or don’t you?”

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[sparring-hyena]

mac and cheese with ketchup.

because the recent chapter was... something, i felt like i had to write this piece before i write anything else. i’ll be addressing what happened in the chapter, so a trigger warning for a brief mention of harassment does apply.

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it’s after midnight when AJ’s phone pings. it’s Zoey checking in. asking if she’s safe and if she wants some company. AJ reaches for her phone and types a quick response out.

[12:24am] AJ: i’m fine. just felt like being alone for a bit. don’t wait up.

[12:24am] Zoey: okay. be safe. call if you need to.

[12:24am] AJ: i will. thanks.

AJ tosses her phone back onto the table, sinking back in the booth, and tipping her head back. she lets her eyes fall closed and for the first time in since everything happened, actually lets her mind wander.

she hates the image that her mind decides to conjure up. that god-awful shrine in the back of Benji’s closet. it makes her shudder. but still. she keeps her eyes closed. forces herself to think about it. to remember it. because maybe if she thinks about it, it won’t bother her as much.

“refill, love?” a voice, a warm and older voice, says.

AJ snaps her eyes open, heart thumping against her rib cage. she takes a moment to refocus her attention. remind herself of where she is: some 24 hour diner with pale yellow walls, dim lights, and tattered grey booths lining the walls.

“what?” AJ says, shaking her head free of the image.

“refill?” the woman says again, nodding to the empty mug, still patient and with a warm smile that reminds AJ so much of her mother back home.

“oh, uh, yes, please.”

the woman fills AJ’s mug and looks at AJ a lot like a mother would look at their daughter. “you okay?”

AJ forces a smile. it doesn’t quiet reach her eyes. “just tired. had a busy few days.”

the woman nods, doesn’t seem to believe it, but doesn’t push for answers. “get you anything to eat?”

AJ’s about to decline. but then she has an image of home. an image of late nights spent in the kitchen with her sister where they’d make some of that box mac and cheese after a particularly shitty day. “do you have mac and cheese?”

“sure do.”

“could i just have a bowl of that, please?”

“of course.” the woman writes the order down and disappears into the kitchen.

it’s probably ten minutes later that a warm bowl of mac and cheese is placed down in front of AJ. and normally she’s not one to add ketchup to her mac and cheese, but her sister is, and right now, AJ misses her sister. so she pours some ketchup over the mac and cheese, and even though it kinda ruins the meal for her, she feels a little less alone.

she pays the bill not long later, leaves a generous tip on the table, and steps out onto the dark and cold street. a quick check of her phone tells her it’s getting closer to one o’clock. she should really go back to her dorm and try get some sleep. she’s got a class tomorrow. but she can’t. she can’t bring herself to walk back onto that campus.

she’s about to start walking. maybe try find a bar she can sit at for a bit. but just in her peripheral vision she sees someone. Poppy.

AJ sighs. of course she’d run into Poppy.

they lock eyes for a moment. stand in the orange glow of the street light. and then AJ just turns and leaves. she walks down the street and buries her hands deep her in pockets to fight off the chill that’s starting to set in.

“AJ, wait,” Poppy calls out, and she even jogs to catch up.

“what?” AJ snaps when Poppy catches up. “can’t we just pretend that we didn’t see each other?”

“i just...” Poppy sighs. “i’m sorry.”

and that... AJ hadn’t been expecting that.

“i shouldn’t have said that you made it up. that you’d lied about what he did. and all the other stuff i did too. that was cruel and completely uncalled for.”

“well... thanks?”

and Poppy actually looks surprised, maybe a little confused and... offended?

“that’s it?” Poppy says.

AJ shrugs. “yeah? what’d you expect me to say?”

“more.”

“you want ‘more’?” it’s AJ’s turn to look offended. “you were horrible to me! i don’t care if you want ‘more’. that’s all i can give right now.”

“i apologised,” Poppy says, her tone cold.

“so?”

“i don’t apologise.”

“well, i think you really need to figure out why that is before you start asking for forgiveness.”

they stand in the silence for a moment. a cab whooshes past and AJ can see a few people stumble out of a bar a few blocks up.

“for what it’s worth,” AJ says, “i’m sorry too. for everything i did to you. but i think it might be a good idea if we stay away from each other for a bit. you’ve got stuff you need to figure out and i just... i think i need a break from everything for a while. so, thanks for the invite to your party, but i’m not going.”

and then AJ leaves.

the weeks drift by and AJ keeps mostly to herself. she only really leaves her dorm for class, to pick up food, and the occasional dinner out when Zoey suggests they get off campus for a bit. she goes back to the dinner a few times. always by herself and always to eat a bowl of mac and cheese with ketchup. she watches movies with Zoey even though they both have a mountain of work to do. it’s nice. it makes remembering what happened with Benji a little easier.

“i think i’m ready,” AJ says late one night, movie credits rolling on the screen.

“ready?” Zoey says, looking up from her phone.

“to go out.”

a hesitant smile begins to bloom across Zoey’s face. “are you sure? because there’s not rush.”

“yeah. i think it’s time. and besides, i kinda miss it.”

and then that hesitant smile turns into a real smile and Zoey’s talking so fast AJ’s having a little trouble keeping up. she does catch something about a party the football boys are throwing at the end of the week.

Friday comes and they go to the party. it’s fun and easy and AJ really loves that no one’s mentioning that this is the first time she’s been out since Benji. she dances, talks, laughs, plays some games with everyone, and has something to drink too.

Poppy’s there too, AJ realises about half-way through the night. they stare at each other from across the backyard. they don’t say anything. simply offering a polite nod before they both go back to doing what they were doing.

after that Friday night, AJ starts easing back into her old routine. she still sees Poppy a few times a week around campus, but neither of them offer more than a simple nod.

it’s a few weeks later when, along with the polite nod, AJ offers Poppy a genuine smile when they see each other across the quad. a smile which Poppy returns with one of her own.

the months drift by. winter comes and goes, and now they’re about half-way through their spring quarter. AJ’s okay now. she still has days where the memories are too much, but she knows how to deal with days like those.

she still visits that diner with the pale yellow walls, dim lights, and tattered grey booths. enjoys a bowl of mac and cheese with ketchup each time she visits because it makes her think of home. of her sister. and even though she goes to the diner to be alone and think. she needs some kind of reminder that she’s not completely alone in this world.

she’s at another party now. can’t quiet remember the reason the hosts decided to have it. maybe just for the hell of it. that seems like reason enough.

it’s the end of the night and AJ’s in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and munching away at the bag of chips she found in a cupboard. they’re a little stale, but she’s a little drunk, so she doesn’t really care.

then Poppy walks into the kitchen, red solo cup in hand, and they both freeze in place.

“hey,” AJ says, suddenly feeling a lot more sober.

“hi,” Poppy says.

“fun night?”

Poppy shrugs. “it’s okay. you?”

“it’s good.” AJ clicks her tongue, figures they need something to fill the silence. “want some?” she offers the bag of chips to Poppy.

“no thank you.”

AJ nods and then jumps down from the counter. “well, i’ll let you get back to it.” she turns to leave but stops when Poppy speaks.

“i figured it out.”

“what?” AJ turns back to face her and moves a little bit closer.

“why i don’t apologise. there are a few reasons, but i think the main one is that i don’t want to be seen as weak. like, if i admit that i’m wrong or concede to someone, then they’ll walk all over me.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“what are the other reasons?”

“i’m stubborn.”

“i could have told you that.”

they both smile at that, because they both know what she’s talking about. that night they shared in Poppy’s room all those months ago, and Poppy had insisted on trying those beauty products on AJ.

“and,” Poppy says after a moment, suddenly serious, “i also don’t want to be less than perfect. i can’t be less than perfect. my parents, they’re...” she trails off, hopes that AJ can fill in the blank for herself.

“oh.” AJ swallows and wrings her fingers together. “do you wanna talk about it?”

Poppy shakes her head. “i don’t think here” —she gestures widely to the party— “is a good spot for that.”

“right.”

“but maybe some other time? when we haven’t been drinking?” Poppy says, her voice hesitant.

“yeah.”

then they both offer each other shy smiles as they go their separate ways.

they start to talk after that though. nothing serious. just small trivial stuff. everyone else on campus seems to realises that they’re no longer at each other’s throats, but aside from a few whispered comments, no one really makes a big deal about it.

AJ likes that.

it’s towards the end of the semester when AJ lays awake in bed one night, drumming her fingers against her stomach, and watching the shifting pattern of the moonlight against the ceiling. she makes a split second decision and texts Poppy. sends her an address and tells her to meet her there.

AJ climbs out of bed and pulls on some clothes before slipping out from her dorm quietly so she doesn’t wake Zoey.

she sees Poppy standing under the orange glow of a street light as soon as she turns onto the block.

“is everything okay?” Poppy says, sounding concerned and worried for her friend as AJ jogs up to her. “why’d you want to meet here?”

AJ doesn’t say anything. just smiles and takes Poppy’s hand in her own as she pulls her into the diner with the pale yellow walls, dim lighting, and tattered grey booths.

“evening, AJ,” the woman says, offering one of those warm maternal smiles.

“hi, Cath,” AJ says as she leads Poppy to her favourite booth.

it’s a few minutes later, once Poppy and AJ are both seated across from each other, that Cath comes up to their table. AJ orders her regular and Poppy says she’ll just have whatever AJ’s having.

“why did you bring me here?” Poppy says once they’re alone again.

“i wanted to share it with you.”

Poppy leans forward a little. “is that the only reason?”

she’s fishing for answers. AJ knows that. what they have has always felt a little more. more than friends. more than casual hookup buddies.

“no.” AJ says. “can we talk about that later though? i really want to just have a simple and easy meal with you here.”

“okay.”

Cath comes back then. two bowls of mac and cheese in hand and a bottle of ketchup held under her arm. “enjoy, lovelies.”

Poppy eyes the food and then watches with abject horror as AJ adds ketchup to her mac and cheese.

“what?” AJ looks up at Poppy, as though she’s completely unaware of the wrong she’s doing.

“why?”

“why what?”

Poppy nods to the ketchup bottle in AJ’s right hand.

“i know it seems kinda weird, but it’s good. really.”

“i doubt that.”

“just try some.”

“no.”

“please.”

Poppy concedes and takes a forkful of food from AJ’s bowl. and it’s... good. surprisingly good actually.

“well?” AJ smiles, hopeful.

“i like it.”

and then AJ’s beaming.

they talk a little bit while they eat. but mostly, AJ’s just happy to eat in silence, and enjoy that Poppy is sitting across from her, eating mac and cheese with ketchup, in the diner with the pale yellow walls, dim lighting, and tattered grey booths.