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thehoneybeestings · 5 months ago

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𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐯𝐢 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 1.8K Content/Warnings: enemies to lovers, modern!au, dancer!vi au, dancer!reader, implied smut but sfw, fem reader (gn pronouns used, though), probably some dance discrepancies because i'm not a dancer myself A/N: I had so much fun writing this; Vi and reader are so sassy like can y'all just fuck it out already... anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ The day your mom took you to your local dance company's performance of The Nutcracker was the day your love for dance began

୨ৎ At 7, you could hardly tell the difference between The Royal Ballet and Piltover Springs Dance School; and to say you were in awe was the understatement of the century

୨ৎ The glittering tutus, the leaps and twirls; you were sure you'd just discovered what you wanted to be when you grew up: A Ballerina

୨ৎ And here you were now; not quite a Royal Ballerina, but, you'd just gotten cast as The Sugar Plum Fairy in the very same annual performance of The Nutcracker you'd seen 11 years ago

୨ৎ You were beaming, trying your best to contain your excitement as the director of the school read out the rest of the cast list, until...

୨ৎ "For the first time in Piltover Springs Dance School history, our board was left completely at a loss when attempting to choose between our two top contenders for Star Senior. For this reason, we unanimously agreed that this year's Senior Showcase will feature both students. We’ve decided on a contemporary duet, and for this piece, we've chosen Y/n Y/l/n, and Violet Lanes. Round of applause for this year's Star Seniors!"

୨ৎ Your smile drops as quickly as it had appeared on your face just minutes ago

୨ৎ What. The. Hell.

୨ৎ You'd been pushing yourself beyond measure to earn this distinction, and if you were being honest, you'd rather not have earned it all than be the first student in the school's history forced to share it; and nevertheless, with Violet Lanes

୨ৎ As much you loved dance, you hated Violet; who was now more commonly referred to as Vi, courtesy of the nickname her first dance teacher gave to her

୨ৎ She’d been taking Hip-Hop lessons at the school for as long as you'd been taking Ballet lessons, and by the time you both started taking the same contemporary dance class in the 6th grade, your instructors had already started placing bets on which one of you it would be to earn the Star Senior distinction

୨ৎ You wonder if maybe you and Vi could've become friends if it weren't for how fiercely competitive you both were

୨ৎ But, alas: the two of you were nothing if not fiercely competitive, and oh how ironic it was that you'd now share the distinction that had driven you two so far apart

୨ৎ Clearly, Ekko was loving the irony

୨ৎ "Alright, alright, Star Senior! I can't wait for this one..." he'd say, rubbing his hands together with a shit-eating grin on his face

୨ৎ "I'm so pissed," you'd laugh incredulously, shoving pointe shoes into your bag, "I’d even let Caitlyn have my goddamn spot instead!”

୨ৎ "Ouch,"

୨ৎ You'd recognize the voice behind you anywhere

୨ৎ "If we're gonna be spending this much time together, you might wanna learn to love me, sugar plum.”

୨ৎ You turn to see Vi holding out a piece of paper- the schedule for the upcoming dance season- and your eyes scan for the following dates and times:

୨ৎ Mon, Tues, Thurs, Fri- Company Rehearsal: The Nutcracker; 5:30-7:00 PM

୨ৎ Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri- Senior Showcase Rehearsal; 7:15-8:00 PM

୨ৎ You double, triple, quadruple check that you’re seeing this right

୨ৎ "Every day...?" you whisper, mostly to yourself

୨ৎ "Every day. Short sessions, so we can't really afford not to meet every day."

୨ৎ You look up to find that she's sucking her teeth, trying her best not to crack a satisfied smile at the irritation on your face, and anger pierces through you like a lightning bolt

୨ৎ “You're such a dick,” you seethe, eyes narrowed

୨ৎ She just rolls her own in response, unphased as usual; you'd never been able to get a rise out of her the way she could get one out of you, and that just pissed you off even more

୨ৎ “Look,” she sighs, “I don't want to do this stupid ass duet any more than you do, and I sure as hell didn't bust my ass for this distinction so that I could share it, so let's just get the show over with, and then we never have to see each other again. Cool?”

୨ৎ And you admit- for the first time ever, and certainly not out loud- that she's right; you just needed to get through the next eight months, and then you'd never have to see Violet Lanes again…

୨ৎ But why didn't that feel as good to think about as you thought it would?

୨ৎ When 7:15 PM rolls around the next evening, you're already spent from your first day of rehearsals for The Nutcracker

୨ৎ You're hot, sweaty, and tired; and when you walk in a minute late to see Vi checking the imaginary watch on her hand, you know the next few months are going to test your patience like nothing has before

୨ৎ “Don’t piss me off,” you spit, shaking your head as you hold a hand out to her

୨ৎ Vi quirks an eyebrow and chuckles through her nose. "Hello to you too, sugar plum."

୨ৎ You scoff at the stupid nickname before you both turn to the instructor, whose eyebrows are raised as he wonders what the hell he's just gotten himself into

୨ৎ The two of you barely speak to each other during your rehearsals; you're just there to learn the moves, and frankly, try not to end each session at each other’s throats

୨ৎ The latter is a bit of a challenge for the two of you, surprising no one, but what does surprise you is the undeniable chemistry you and Vi have as dance partners

୨ৎ You two are quick to learn every move, and even quicker to learn each other; you sync effortlessly…

୨ৎ Until, the lift

୨ৎ You could not-for the life of you- get the damn lift down

୨ৎ In fact, it takes an entire week of rehearsals just to get halfway there, and even then, it's nowhere near performance-ready

୨ৎ "We might have to scratch the lift and come up with something else," your instructor muses, scratching his chin and looking down at his notebook for other ideas

୨ৎ And Vi is quick to notice the way your face falls in response to his words

୨ৎ To know you was to know someone who demanded perfection from themselves, and it was evident that the idea of not being able to handle something as simple as a lift was going to eat at you

୨ৎ And so, she asks you to stay late that day… a proposal you immediately reject, because,

୨ৎ “I don’t need extra practice, and I certainly don’t need to spend more time with you.”

୨ৎ “Y/n,” she’d deadpan, hands on her hips, “Cut the shit. This is why we can’t get the lift down. You freeze up as soon as you get halfway in the air, and when you hesitate, I hesitate, and then I start to drop you, and all of this because you hate me so much that you can’t even relax into a lift you learned to do when you were 15.”

୨ৎ You huff out a laugh, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms

୨ৎ “Seriously?” You challenge, “Well… maybe you’re just not strong enough to-”

୨ৎ She quirks an eyebrow and gives you a knowing smirk

୨ৎ Yeah… you kinda figured that one wouldn’t work

୨ৎ “Okay… well, I actually learned to do that lift when I was 13, so it’s been a while since-”

୨ৎ “Y/n,” she interrupts, her voice much more stern than the first time your name left her lips

୨ৎ “What?!” you seethe, now kicking yourself for getting so damn flustered

୨ৎ Vi takes a step forward, and for the first time in your 7-year-long rivalry, her expression softens as she speaks to you

୨ৎ And something blossoms in your belly; something much too close to butterflies for your liking…

୨ৎ “What we’re doing… it’s not working anymore.”

୨ৎ You look up at her through your eyelashes, a pout on your face

୨ৎ You know she’s right

୨ৎ “The break-up speech usually happens after we date, for the record,” you mumble

୨ৎ And she can’t help but laugh, and you can’t help but crack a smile, and have her eyes always crinkled up like that when she laughs?

୨ৎ “C’mon, you know what I mean. You don’t have to like me… but you’ve at least gotta trust me. Just enough for me to hold you in the air for like, three seconds,” she chuckles, “can you do that?”

୨ৎ You stare at her; pensive, hesitant

୨ৎ “I can try.”

୨ৎ “Okay,” she breathes out with a smile, “Then let’s try.”

୨ৎ She presses play on her phone, the same 10-second interval that you’ve heard countless times now begins playing, and you go for the lift; better this time, but she can feel that you’re still unsure

୨ৎ “Damn it,” you spit as she places you back onto your feet

୨ৎ But this time, her hands don’t leave your hips

୨ৎ “Hey,” she calls out with a squeeze to your sides, “Relax. It’s okay, you’re doing good. I’ve got you, I promise.”

୨ৎ She’s never talked to you like this before

୨ৎ Had her voice always sounded so sweet?

୨ৎ Where did that scar on her lip come from?

୨ৎ When did she get this close to you?

୨ৎ “You good?”

୨ৎ Your eyes snap up to meet hers, and what a pretty shade of blue, and you don’t even mean to lick your lips, and-

୨ৎ “No fucking way,” she smirks, “you’re checking me out right now?”

୨ৎ You’re quick to push off of her, immediately denying such claims

୨ৎ “No! What are you talking about? I’m not-”

୨ৎ “Dude, you so are; you just bit your lip!”

୨ৎ “I did not-” you break with a chuckle, closing your eyes. “I was not checking you out.”

୨ৎ“Look at you! Lying through your teeth! It was so obvious, Y/n, I swear to-”

୨ৎ “Are you gonna keep stating the obvious then? Or are you gonna do something about it?”

୨ৎ And oh, did she.

୨ৎ Right there in the studio.

୨ৎ (And all those mirrors… really makes you think…)

୨ৎ Anyhow... it's safe to say that the next day, your instructor was pleasantly surprised to find that the lift was suddenly no longer an issue

୨ৎ You have your first costume fitting the next week

୨ৎ Your tutu was baby pink, covered in glitter and Swarovski crystals, and stuck straight out from your hips; it was exactly what you dreamed of wearing when you saw The Nutcracker for the first time

୨ৎ You'd beam at yourself in the mirror before turning to Ekko, who was already in his Nutcracker costume

୨ৎ "How do I look?" You'd ask

୨ৎ "Holy shit,"

୨ৎ You and Ekko would turn to the voice you'd recognize anywhere; and there stood a head of hot-pink hair, leaning against the doorframe of the ballet studio, chewing on a granola bar

୨ৎ "You look like a fucking cupcake."

୨ৎ Ekko would let out a bark of laughter, and you'd roll your eyes

୨ৎ "I'm a Sugar Plum Fairy," you'd correct, annoyance lacing your tone

୨ৎ "The Sugar Plum Fairy, lest I not forget," Vi would tease

୨ৎ And Ekko would think he was going crazy when he sees Vi shoot you a wink, and you smile back

୨ৎ “Pretty,” Vi would muse before strolling off into the hallway

୨ৎ Okay, now he was sure he was going crazy

୨ৎ “Wait… Y/n, is that a hickey on your neck?!”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

P.S. - so do y'all want a full-length dance studio smut scene or...

#vi x reader #violet x reader #vi arcane #vi x y/n #vi x you #violet x you #violet x y/n #arcane au #dancer!vi #enemies to lovers #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #violet arcane #vi imagine #arcane imagine #arcane fanfic

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insanelyadd · 3 months ago

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Super glad the UT and DR wikis moved off of fandom, that place sucks. Now if only I could edit Papyrus' page. Then it would be perfect (or at least much better). But no, they want people who want to edit the pages to join a discord. Why can't I just email someone with my List of Grievances.

Which include but are not limited to:

HE IS NOT OBLIVIOUS IN THE NO MERCY ROUTE! HE IS *pulls out megaphone*

THE ONLY CHARACTER WHO POINTS OUT THAT THE HUMAN IS COVERED IN DUST!!!!!

The wiki page also calls him oblivious an additional two times. What if I bit people. What then. Who could truly stop me.

Aren't Wikis supposed to like. ATTEMPT. Writing about the subject with a neutral tone? What's this horseshit where the author is OBVIOUSLY implying "You might think he's smart but he likes KID STUFF! THAT MEANS HE'S A FUCKING IDIOT!!!" How about I hunt you for sport. How do you think every adult with toys from their childhood/toys they bought because they WANTED THEM feels reading this sentence that makes an unfounded assertion about this fictional character's intelligence based on something TOTALLY NORMAL.

*Wikipedia editor voice* [citation needed]

Okay so this is something that actually makes me SUPER angry. IT IS NOT STATED BY ANYONE, ANYWHERE, THAT PAPYRUS IS NOT PAID FOR HIS DUTIES AS A SENTRY. It is only stated that Sans pays all the rent. But what about electricity. Water. Cable. Internet. Food. Puzzle maintenance supplies. PAPYRUS STRAIGHT UP SAYS HE PAYS TAXES (the Snowdin Snowball Tax). As someone who is an Expert at being unemployed (I am disabled) YOU DO NOT PAY TAXES UNLESS YOU HAVE A JOB THAT PAYS YOU.

THIS MEANS HE HAS AN INCOME TAX. WHICH MEANS HE HAS INCOME.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Papyrus is BASICALLY the MAYOR OF SNOWDIN. UNDYNE IS HIS FRIEND!!! She's his boss too, so don't you think she would feel LIKE SHIT IF SHE DIDN'T PAY HIM TO MAINTAIN AND BUILD ALL THOSE PUZZLES? FOR HIS DAILY PATROLS? HIS REPORTS? Politics bear refers to Papyrus talking to Undyne as "politics".

And it all comes back to this ridiculous double standard people have for Sans and Papyrus where they assert Sans' Sentry work is paid (even though Undyne admits he does only just enough to not be fired), but Papyrus' isn't. Sans is a Darkner but Papyrus Isn't. Sans is secretly a Human but Papyrus Isn't. Sans is a Boss Monster (like Asgore and Toriel) but Papyrus Isn't. HELL SOME PEOPLE BELIEVE SANS IS IN THE ROYAL GUARD AND PAPYRUS ISN'T AND THAT'S HOW THEY JUSTIFY THINKING SANS IS PAID AND PAPYRUS IS NOT.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

Anyways this post was incited by me checking the new wiki and seeing that not a single thing that bothered me about Papyrus' page from the old one has been edited. And the last time I checked it was August 30th 2021. Here's the post I made then, with screenshots I took on March 29th 2020. Yeah. The exact same biased writing for over 5 years. Maybe longer. I don't know when they were originally written.

#undertale #papyrus #canon vs fanon #addy salt #caps lock #Ooooh looking at his wiki page always makes me so mad #I am going to work on my Papyrus fact list out of spite #my ranting and threats are lighthearted and not serious #I'm going for comedy via hyperbolic violence #there's probably even more wrong with the article I just can't force myself to read it

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queenthiax · 3 months ago

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Thia's (possibly helpful) Introductory Guide to the YuuriVerse

Hiya! So with so much going on with the YuuriVoice channel and all of the new series and such, I wanted to give a shot at creating a my own version of a where to start guide for the YuuriVerse! @yuurivoice double checked to make sure I wasn't horrifically wrong about anything so I hope this helps someone! Continue below for the guide in post but you can also read the actual google doc here (it's better formatted I promise). -- Introduction Have you come across the joy and wonder that is the YuuriVoice YouTube channel? Are you confused and overwhelmed at where to start in the mass of audios? Are you absolutely baffled at what information you have to know before starting any specific series? Well I’m here to help! (maybe) But what are my qualifications? (hell if I know). But hi, I’m Thia. I am a part of Team YuuriVoice officially titled as Script Daddy but also I do a lot of things like organize discord community things, moderate, keep the rest of the team sane, and sometimes I come up with ideas. But also, I’m a fan of the channel and have been for years. The goal of this guide is to be a starting point for people new to the channel who are trying to find the best places to start and what order to watch things based on the series and characters! All recommendations here are going to be based off of the YOUTUBE CHANNEL ONLY!!! ‘But Thia!’ they exclaim! ‘YV has so much content on patreon and he shares so much information during streams and on social media!!’ And to that? I say, so what? This is an Introductory guide for a reason! And in the greater scheme of things the media outside of YouTube does not have any effect on someone’s understanding of the YuuriVerse! Why you may ask? 1) All SFW content on the Patreon are mostly the same pieces of content as are on YouTube - with a few exclusives that are limited to fun, comfort, non-canonical things. The only major difference you will find between the two platforms is the NSFW content. And while YV is always cooking with that good smut… he’s never hiding any important lore information between anyone’s cheeks. 2) Now anyone who has spent any time in the community will know, Yuuri is a top tier yapper and likes to tell on himself and spoil tiny things here and there. It makes sense, he has so many things he’s hiding from the community that sometimes you have to let out a bit to stay sane and to keep the people interested! Once again, none of this information is required when it comes to your actual introduction to a series or your understanding of it. Especially since many of the tidbits are parts of things that will eventually be explained in full! The goal of this guide is to make sure people can have a list of the required information to be able to fully understand the lore! So recap. Introductory guide. YouTube Only. Will give you everything you need to get started. Okay? Let’s go.

Helpful Links and Stuff

If you somehow have stumbled upon this outside of the official YuuriVoice channels and accounts (okay but for real how) below are the list of the most important links you need: YouTube: Where the magic happens. Patreon: Even if you don’t pay for extra audios, following the Patreon will keep you updated when YV posts free content! The Merch Store: Shameless plug but come on there are so many goodies. The YuuriVoice Wiki: Shiny wiki! Full of information! Getting updated as we go! If you are curious about anything try here! There are series summaries, character summaries/references, listener summaries, and more to come! I reference this a lot in this doc!

Series

Have you stumbled upon YuuriVoice through your mutuals talking about a mystical series called BitterSweet? Have you seen the fanart of a smart looking red head and someone uttered the name Shattered? Have you been following Yuuri himself as he talks about something called Echoes of Evalas but can’t figure out what in the world that is? Well let’s start off by breaking down the current running Audio Series on the YuuriVoice channel!

Recommended Listening Order

Currently there doesn’t exist an official timeline or recommended listening order, so this is my (hi it’s Thia) personal suggestion of listening order.

BitterSweet (ongoing): The start of it all, the first official YV series and by far the best starting point of all of the series. Features our pastel punk Alphonse and southern hunk Seth as they face their past and learn everything love has to offer.

Shattered (ongoing): Begins around the time of BitterSweet Chapter 3 and follows CEO/Crime Boss Auron as he tries to balance both sides of his life.

Lost & Found (ongoing): Begins after the events of BitterSweet Chapter 3 and follows our favorite criminal turned pizza rat Charlie as he tries to settle into his life after his role in BitterSweet.

Okay… that’s the easy part of this recommendation. Now let’s talk about the possibly most confusing part of YV content as it currently stands: Echoes of Evalas. EoE is the newest and most ambitious narrative project that is a part of the YuuriVerse as it is something that will have ties to all current YV series. That being said…. There isn’t much officially released for it yet. (as of writing… In March 2025, I’ll try to be good and update this) Almost all information that exists currently has been done through teasers/character reveals on stream or YV answering questions on his social media. Though what we do know is that EoE will be initially released in two parts:

Evalas Origins: One shot or short series audios that serve the purpose of world building and setting the scene in which EoE will take place in. Features various characters.

Echoes of Evalas: Long form fantasy based storyline featuring various characters. Notably: Finn, Thomas, and more!

Currently, my recommendation is that you can watch all of these as they come out without having to necessarily listen to anything else in particular, but having listened to the other series will give you some insights to how EoE affects the wider YuuriVerse than you would get without having listened to anything else! Okay. Now that that’s done… let’s talk about each of these. --

BitterSweet: Playlist, Wiki Entry

Featured Characters: Alphonse/Seth Listener: SugarBoo - small town aspiring baker Wiki Introduction: BitterSweet is the story of the shattered relationship between two men with a troubled past and how love manifests in places you'd least expect it. The listener plays the role of Boo, Alphonse's partner, who has helped him grow and learn to trust after falling in love in a small town. The shadow of the city he left behind looms large when his past comes knocking in the form of Seth, Al's criminal cohort...and ex lover!? -

BitterSweet is by far the easiest of the YuuriVoice series to get started listening to, especially now that the director’s cut has been released! BitterSweet, as of writing, consists of four chapters - Chapter 4 ongoing - and the director’s cut includes the first three chapters in a beautiful single video with some remastered art and upgraded quality! The linked playlist includes all the videos you need, including a prologue compilation that paints the story of what the Listener and Alphonse’s relationship looks like at the start of Chapter 1. There are also some bonus audios of the trio in the playlist as well that may not be necessarily canon but still keep the same dynamic between Al, Seth, and SugarBoo.

And I know there is always the question about the trio and polyamory, please see the official statement from the wiki in regards to this:

During the course of BitterSweet, Alphonse and Boo share their unconditional love with Seth, hoping to nurture the parts of him that have weathered away with time and trauma. This love is explicitly undefined, so that listeners can interpret the relationship dynamic as best suits them, as the trio represents no one specific type of love, but rather the healing of unconditional love. For some that may be best experienced romantically, and others may prefer it to be platonically, or even familially.

The beauty of it is that there is no incorrect interpretation, and every possibility is equally valid. This medium of self insert audio content allows for a collaborative fantasy between creator and listener, and is a strength unto itself. --

Shattered: Playlist, Wiki Entry

Featured Characters: Auron Listener: Rook - new hire in the legal department of Auron’s company Wiki Introduction: Shattered is the story of Auron's perilous tightrope walk between his double life of being the CEO of a billion dollar entertainment company and the head of an organized crime syndicate, all while discovering long buried truths about himself thanks to an equally risky office romance with the rookie in his legal department! As the very threads that weave the fabric of the world he's known begin to fray, he desperately tries to hold on to what he cherishes most. -

As said earlier in this doc, Shattered begins in a hand-wavy time around BitterSweet Chapter 3. Nothing in the existing audios explicitly ties the listener to BitterSweet, but it is good to know that during part of these audios the events of BitterSweet are taking place and are affecting Auron as a character. The effect of BitterSweet and such may have an even larger role to play as Shattered continues. Though technically you could listen to these without having listened to BitterSweet (but I personally don’t recommend it).

The attached playlist includes all of the existing audios in the Shattered series. There are two distinct chapters: Chapter 1 - A Family Affair (previously unnamed), and Chapter 2 - Escape. These two chapters were originally released as their own separate but linked series however have now retroactively been joined together under the series known as Shattered. All future chapters will be known to be a part of the series from the moment they are released.

Only other important thing to note is the small appearance of Auron’s brother, Faust. Faust is a full YuuriVoice OC of his own right, however the majority of his existing audios are smaller series and one shots. His role to play in the larger narrative of the YuuriVerse has yet to be seen. --

Lost & Found: Playlist, Wiki Entry

Featured Characters: Charlie Listener: Casper - Charlie’s childhood crush Wiki Introduction: Lost & Found is the story of Charlie, a recently reformed criminal who now slings pies at Sweet Pete's Pizzeria. When he runs into his childhood crush and skateboarding bestie Casper, he decides to make the most of this new lease on life he's been granted! This friends to lovers tale is a spin-off of the narrative series BitterSweet, but can be enjoyed on its own!

Lost & Found takes place a few months after the events of Chapter 3 of BitterSweet. Due to this, I believe it is crucial to understanding Charlie as a character to have listened to BitterSweet. Charlie is a prominent recurring character in BitterSweet Chapter 3 and the events of Lost & Found would not have happened without the lessons Charlie had to learn throughout those events. As well as the ties to BitterSweet and Shattered will continue as the story goes on.

The attached playlist includes the entirety of the series with no extras. Charlie is easy like that.

-- Echoes of Evalas - Upcoming

Featured Existing Characters (exact level of involvement tbd): Finn(eas), Auron, Faust, Ulrick Featured Announced Characters: Thomas, Edwin, Vale, Emrys Listener: Various, most currently unknown. Evalas Origins (ongoing): Playlist - Introductory series of audios to introduce the listener to the world of Evalas and to start setting the scene for the full series. Features various one shots/short series of characters including the werewolf Ulrick and Thomas the Blacksmith. -

Now there has been A LOT of talk about Evalas. Enough that I know many people joining the YuuriVoice community very often get the impression that there is a lot more content out there than there actually is. Why is this? Evalas was originally something that started to come to fruition and be teased while BitterSweet Chapter 3 was coming out, as there are events during that chapter that are directly connected to the story of Echoes of Evalas. However as time went on it became clear that EoE needed so much more time and work to truly reach its potential without being rushed.

For reference… the first whispers of Echoes of Evalas content was released with the YuuriVoice Community Zine ‘A Dance with Dreams’ in October of 2022. If you’re interested in what that content was, it was released in audio form as a BitterSweet interlude as well and you can listen to it here. This was written by YuuriVoice to be a teaser of things to come…. Eventually.

All of that to say, Echoes of Evalas has been an undertaking years in the making. Due to the nature of the internet however, you can’t just bring something up once and then never talk about it and expect anyone to care about it years later. So it’s been teased and talked about vaguely on streams and in tumblr asks and the like for a long time now.

HOWEVER. None of that matters in terms of what you need to know to listen to the series. All the information anyone has is all based on teases and crumbs that YV gives us. In the end, it’s all fan theories.

The only required listening to understand anything at all in regards to EoE is Evalas Origins (linked above). This is the official starting point to Echoes of Evalas and the only content out there that is undeniably canon.

Note: It would not be a miss to go ahead and get acquainted with the YuuriVoice character Finn (playlist link will be in his character section). He is a major player in the story of Evalas, but be aware that all of his current audios are one shots or their own individual series that have no CURRENT tie into the story of Evalas. This recommendation is only so that you can get a feel for Finn as a character in general. Also yes, there are some audios in Finn’s playlist labeled Echoes of Evalas - those are remnants of what Evalas used to be back in 2022… not what it is now, do not assume them to be canon whatsoever.

The same can be said for Faust, though he has much less content. --

Characters

Now there are A LOT of YuuriBoys, and luckily the vast majority of them have one-shots and small series that are independent of the larger narrative series so you can’t get more of your favorites! I’m not going to go into extensive detail about all of them since it’s ultimately better for you to get to know them as you go through the series, but I will provide playlist/wiki links as well as some small quick summaries and information if you want to see what boys you may want to listen to next! This list only includes the current cast of characters and not any specific to Echoes of Evalas since that content is upcoming and we don’t really know anything about them yet! --

Alphonse: The Pastel Punk

Character Playlist: Alphonse All Audios Listener: Boo (aka Sugar) Series: BitterSweet AUs: Maid, Ghost Hunting, Boy Toy, DILF, we turned him into a plushie Tropes: Bad boy gone soft, tragic past, found family, horny bastard Wiki Bio: A pastel fever dream with a tender heart and a sweet tooth. He's fond of mischief and smooth talking, be it for the sake of a good time or to protect his newfound peace.

Alphonse is the man, the myth, the legend, the original OC boy on the YuuriVoice channel. He’s your edgy boyfriend type that is also sometimes too sweet to handle. Outside of BitterSweet his audios range from sweet comfort to absolute filth… he’s versatile like that.

Seth: The Southern Hunk

Character Playlist: Seth All Audios Listener: Sugar (aka Boo) Series: BitterSweet AUs: Cowboy/Country, Cryptid Hunter, DILF, Camping, Werewolf Tropes: Bad boy gone soft, tragic past, found family, country boy Wiki Bio: His tough exterior and defiant attitude is betrayed by the ache in his eyes. He hopes to stop running from his past so that he might set his sights on the future.

Seth is Southern charm personified. First coming off with his hard exterior as a certified asshole, he softens up like butter for the listener. Sometimes a crybaby, but we like a man who is in touch with his feelings.

Auron: The Boss

Character Playlist: Auron All Audios Listener: Rook Series: Shattered, BitterSweet, Lost & Found, Echoes of Evalas AUs: Vampire, Writer Tropes: Dominant boss, organized crime, workplace romance, lost childhood Wiki Bio: Aspirations of power were never part of the plan, yet there are times when Fate calls out. Those who answer either fall prey to its cruelty, or rise to the challenge. All other calls are forwarded to Trish.

Are you someone who enjoys reading Mafia romances? This is the character for you. CEO romance and mob boss romance all wrapped into one. Auron scratches that itch for the cold aloof type that melts for his listener only. Also… Auron’s stuff has Trish… everyone likes Trish.

Charlie: The Pizza Rat

Character Playlist: Charlie All Audios Listener: Casper Series: Lost & Found, BitterSweet AUs: Yandere, Stoner Tropes: Childhood friends to lovers, criminal past, beautiful idiot, comedic romance Wiki Bio: A habitual screwup trying to find his way through the big city after turning over a new leaf. He's a bit dumb, a bit pretty, and works at the local pizza joint.

Charlie, our dear pizza rat, is a mess. Sometimes we wonder how he managed to survive in the crime world as long as he did. But also… he’s a rat so I guess that’s why. He’s full of awkward charm and we love him for it.

Finn: The Soft Florist

Character Playlist: Finn All Audios Listener: Sunflower/Orchid Series: Echoes of Evalas (at least… a version of him), Talk Floral to Me AUs: Garden Variety, Bunny, Yandere Tropes: Soft boy, strangers to lovers, wholesome with a dash of spice, witchy vibes Wiki Bio: An earthly fellow with a soul rooted in nature and life. Timid at times, he shines brightest with his heart in full bloom. Studious and scholarly, he doesn't quite seem to be able to read others as well as he does literature.

Oh Finn… our sweet baby boy with so many secrets. How many lives have you lived? A florist? A bunny? A yandere? A mage? And somehow they’re all…. Real? *Do note that the Echoes of Evalas videos in his playlist are OLD and do not reflect current EoE direction. **Once you get started with Finn I highly recommend reading his wiki entry to get some understanding on how his various AUs tie into the Echoes of Evalas universe!

Faust: The Astral Streamer

Character Playlist: Faust All Audios Listener: Star Series: Echoes of Evalas (eventually), Shattered AUs: Cat Boy, Tsundere Tropes: Tsundere twink, friends to lovers, hates everyone but you, star crossed lovers Wiki Bio: A defiantly bold young man who craves attention and adoration. Whatever ache he's trying to soothe remains to be seen even by himself, but he certainly does not lack in confidence.

Oh while an astral twink is not everyone’s cup of tea… he sure is loved around here. Faust is one of the most iconic characters on the YuuriVoice channel with the least content! But his time is coming!

Lucien: The Big Red Demon

Character Playlist: Lucien All Audios Listener: Angel Series: None Tropes: Big red demon, fish out of water, deal with a devil, and they were roommates Wiki Bio: A demon prince who has developed a knack for running away and embracing the finer things in life on the surface, like reality television and microwave dinners. What it says on the tin. He’s a demon, he’s big, and he’s red. Lucien has no connection to any other series so he’s the perfect big himbo character to cuddle up to for some comfort and laughs! And maybe a little heated….

Jack: The Boy Next Door

Character Playlist: Jack All Audios Listener: Not named! (it’s not buddy I swear to….) Series: None Tropes: Boy next door, vanilla fluff, basically anything you need him to be in a "I'm into it if you are!" kind of way (but also in a he's just here to fulfill the needs of the script way) Wiki Bio: A ray of sunshine, a golden retriever, a childhood friend, the cute guy on campus...you name it, and this jack-of-all-trades is your man!

Jack is truly your sweet boy next door. An original boy from way back in the channel’s life that got a fresh coat of paint nice enough we let him out of the walls! He has no ties to any major series and is just here to give us some lovely fluff!

Conclusion

Whew! We did it! We’re at the end!

I hope this guide helps at least some people out in the beginning of their YuuriVerse journey! If you did use this guide or just checked it out please let me know at my socials below (or on discord if you’re in the YV discord)! Especially if you have questions or comments!! Okay love y’all. ♥️ Thia’s other socials: bluesky

#yuurivoice #Hi I made this and I hope it helps someone #The channel is a bit overwhelming and so much is coming out now #I know it's hard when people just flat recc a channel without a place to start

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puckinghischier · 1 year ago

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The 7th Year

Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary: reader wants to celebrate Nico’s 7 year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils

notes: i really wanted to post this on his actual draft anniversary but i’m a slacker and didn’t finish it in time, so here it is now. it still counts cause it’s still draft week, right? anyways, i hope you enjoy and happy reading! 🫶🏼

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“Jack, it’s all wrong!” you cry out, looking at the orange cake sitting in front of you.

“Listen, we can fix it. I can run down to the nearest grocery store and have them make me a new one really quick,” Jack tries to reason with you, attempting to avoid the incoming meltdown.

Today was Nico’s seven-year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils. You know it’s an in-between milestone, most people celebrating every five years, but you didn’t care. You weren’t with him two years ago, having only been dating the hockey captain for a little over a year, so you were determined to make a big deal out of this milestone instead.

Your apartment was decked out in every tacky, red or devil related decoration imaginable, from cardboard cut-outs of Nico littered throughout the large living space to a custom ‘pin the horns on the nico’ party game you ordered for the occasion.

“Jack, I special ordered this cake four months ago, because the bakery he likes had a waiting list almost six months long for their cake decorator. I literally told them I’d pay extra if they could have it done by today,” you shut the lid of the cake box, not wanting to look at the orange monstrosity any longer.

You had sent them several reference pictures of what you wanted done, confirming with them last week that they had the correct pictures and color scheme.

“Well, at least they got the logo right?” Jack tries again, watching you run your hands through your recently curled hair.

People were set to start showing up any minute now, and you were panicking about being ready in time for Nico’s return home in a little over an hour. You barely had time to shower and make yourself presentable after spending all day transforming your apartment into a Nico museum.

All of his trophies and medals from childhood up until now are displayed on various surfaces around your shared apartment, action shot posters are taped on the living room walls, taking the place of your decorative pictures, and several of his old jerseys are on display in shadow boxes propped up in the high-top chairs that usually sit around the small table on your balcony, but are currently placed in various spots around the large room.

“Yeah, sure. The logo says Devils, but the colors say Flyers,” you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to stop yourself from crying off your fresh make-up.

Jack had been a trooper today. Luke too. The two of them had shown up to your apartment not even twenty minutes after Nico left with Jesper and Timo this morning for their early tee time. They helped you decorate and arrange your entire apartment, ran all over Hoboken with you grabbing last minute stuff for the evening, and Luke is out right now picking up the catering order that was supposed to be delivered but somehow got marked for pick up.

Your phone starts ringing in the middle of your deep breathing moment, trying to calm your nerves.

“Luke, please tell me you have the food and are on your way home,” you answer the phone, praying Luke is calling to check in and not to give you bad news.

“Yeah, I got it. On my way now. Just calling to check and see if you need anything else while I’m out,” he tells you, the sound of his car door shutting heard in the background.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. At least the food is taken care of, you think to yourself. “No, I think we’re good. I double checked everything before I got in the shower. And Jack has been setting stuff up while I was getting ready. Just please get here in one piece with the food before I have a small stroke,” you attempt a joke, but your tone sounds more strained than anything.

“Aye Aye, Mrs. Captain,” you hear through the phone, picturing the small salute Luke is likely doing right now.

You chuckle out a goodbye and hang up your phone.

“So, am I good to go get changed now, or do you need me to talk you off a ledge right now?” Jack asks you, treading lightly.

You send him an unamused glare. “No, I think I’ve done everything I can do until Luke gets here with the food. Go, change. Shower if you need to,” you wave him off, grabbing the cake on the counter in front of you and walking to place it in the large fridge.

“Alright, but if I hear the balcony door open I won’t hesitate to run out here butt naked to make sure you’re not trying to make an escape,” he sings out as he walks out of your kitchen, turning down the hallway towards your guest bathroom.

You flip him off even though he can’t see you, a smile on your face nonetheless.

Thirty minutes later, Jack is showered and dressed and a few of Nico’s teammates have shown up, decked out in the t-shirts you had ordered and distributed to everyone.

Each of Nico’s teammates are wearing a shirt with his picture from his draft on it. No matter who you were looking at, Nico’s smiling baby face, devils hat on his head and devils jersey pulled over his formal attire, with one finger pointed in the air to signify his being picked first overall, was looking back at you.

You thought it would be funny to have Nico walk into a surprise celebration with his face staring back at him from nearly everyone in attendance, and when you pitched the idea to his teammates they were all for it.

You had ordered your own shirt with Nico’s face on it, too. Although, yours was one of the shirts in the WWE style, overlapping, various pics of Nico making up the design.

As the time got closer to Nico coming home, more and more of his teammates and their significant others showed up, ready to surprise their captain.

Ten minutes before Nico was due arrive, you get a call from Jesper.

“Hey, you guys almost here?” you answer, walking away from the noise of your living room.

“Yeah, leaving the bar now,” he tells you, pausing to bid someone in the background goodbye and ringing out ‘thank you’ a few times as he walks out of the bar.

Jesper and Timo were tasked with keeping Nico busy and away from home today. It started with their game of golf, but quickly turned into an additional eighteen holes and trying to kill time at the clubhouse bar when their games went by far quicker than they anticipated.

Around lunchtime, Timo called you and told you Nico kept saying he was going to bow out early to come home and spend some time with you, but you begged them to find a way to keep him occupied. You ended up having to send him a message, telling him you were out with a friend for a quick lunch before a fake nail appointment that turned into a real one once he asked to see what design you had chosen this time. Which is why you were late getting ready, having to leave Jack to decorate the apartment during your impromptu salon trip.

Most of the time you love that Nico is so invested in your relationship. He always wants to spend time with you, going with you to hair and nail appointments, following you around like a puppy when you go shopping, and simply sticking around the house on days when he has nothing planned just to catch up on your latest reality show obsession he always gets hooked into.

Today, though, you wish he was a little more apt to spending time with his friends. The amount of ��I miss you’ and ‘can’t wait to come home and binge love island!’ texts you got today made you love him even more – if that’s even possible – but also made your anxiety sky rocket each time, because you know if he wanted to, he would simply leave in the middle of his plans with Timo and Jesper, no amount of convincing able to keep him there.

“Alright, don’t forget your shirts,” you start to remind him. You turn your body to look behind you, hearing a chorus of “Lukey!” and “Moose!” ring out, signaling Luke was finally back with the food. “Hey, I gotta go Jesp, Luke just got back with the food. Be safe!” you rush out before hanging up, making your way back into the small crowd.

You weave through bodies until you reach your kitchen, watching Luke attempt to sit down the large disposable trays.

“Luke, please don’t drop those,” you run over to him, helping him slide the heavy food onto your kitchen island.

You unstack the pans, making sure each one is unharmed and an appropriate distance from the edge of the counter.

“C’mon, Y/N, have a little more faith in me than that. I can carry a few trays of food,” he tells you, dramatically flexing his arms at you.

You roll your eyes at the curly-headed giant. Checking the time on your phone, you figure you have enough time to try and set up the food a little bit before Nico gets here. Opening the various pans, you freeze.

“Luke…what is this?” you ask him, a cold feeling washing over you.

Luke furrows his brows at you, peeking over your shoulder from his spot behind you. “The food you asked me to get? Is this a trick question?”

You dropped the flimsy lid, condensation from the hot dish flying everywhere.

When you were thinking about what food you wanted to have for the party, you knew it would be in the off-season, the Devils losing their playoff spot pretty early this season. So, you figured it would be a good time to order a few pans of his favorite dishes from his favorite Italian restaurant.

You ordered a pan of their lasagna, chicken parm, and a large pan of a steak and pasta dish specific to the restaurant. You had called them to confirm this morning, which is how you found out it was marked as pick up instead of delivery, causing Luke to have to drive forty-five minutes one way in order to grab the food.

What you were unaware of, however, is the fact that this restaurant, apparently, also caters an array of vegan options.

When you opened the three pans, you were met with a large pan of what looked like roasted cauliflower with tomato sauce, eggplant boats covered in pesto, and what looked like breaded and baked zucchini.

You had no issue with vegan food, some of it being some of the most delicious food you’ve ever eaten, but this is not at all what you envisioned surprising Nico with.

“I ordered lasagna, chicken parm, and steak pasta. There is no chicken, parm, steak, or layered noodles in front of me right now,” you try to keep your tone even and calm, knowing it’s not Luke’s fault.

“I swear, they handed me the box of food that had your name on it. I even checked the receipt and everything,” Luke defended himself.

You can feel the tears welling up, despite your attempt at taking big, deep breaths to avoid your emotions getting the best of you.

When the first tear falls over, the rest come crashing out before you could even stop them. You bring your face to your hands and start sobbing, upset that you couldn’t have everything be perfect for such an important day for Nico.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Luke coos as he wraps you in a hug, your face still hidden by your hands. “You’re going to ruin your make-up. You don’t want to greet Nico while looking like a little raccoon, do you?” you let out a chuckle at Luke’s words, his attempt at cheering you up working for a quick moment.

You bring your hands away from your face, sniffling and trying to carefully wipe your eyes. Luke keeps you trapped in a hug, giving you a few moments to collect yourself before stepping back, rubbing your arms instead.

“I just wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted Nico to walk in here and see all of his friends here, ready to celebrate him. I wanted to surprise him with his favorite meal and his favorite cake from his favorite bakery, since he doesn’t ever get this stuff during the season. But instead he gets an orange cake and a vegan dinner,” you huff, gesturing to the food in front of you.

“Well, he’ll definitely be surprised,” Luke attempts another joke, this one earning a sarcastic laugh instead of a genuine one. “Listen, we can fix it, okay? We’ll call the place and get a refund then order a few pizzas, alright? It’ll be fine. Everyone likes pizza.”

He bends his knees so he’s eye level with you, trying to gauge your reaction to his suggestion.

You look over to the food on the counter, bringing a sliver of your bottom lip in-between your teeth, mulling the idea over in your head.

“Yeah, we can do that. Everyone does like pizza, don’t they?” you try to convince yourself pizza will be fine, you could just take Nico out to dinner for his Italian food later this week.

“They sure do. And lucky for you, I have the best pizzeria in Hoboken on speed dial. I’ll make them do a rush order for their favorite customer,” Luke winks down at you, stepping away to pull out his phone and make the last-minute order.

You cover the food in front of you back up, picking up each tray and tossing them in the trash can at the end of your island, knowing that a group of hungry hockey players wouldn’t want three trays worth of vegetables to eat for party food.

You stand in the middle of the kitchen, trying to compose yourself and wipe away any mascara residue when Jack comes running through the open doorway, frantic eyes landing on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’ve been crying? Jesper just texted and said they’re on the elevator on their way up,” he rushes out, walking towards you to make sure you’re alright.

“Catering mishap, Luke’s ordering pizza now. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Go grab him, quick,” you suddenly perk up, nerves bubbling in your stomach.

As you follow Jack out of the kitchen and make your way to the front of the small crowd at the end of your entry way, all you can think about is hoping Nico likes what you’ve done. You hope he doesn’t think the decorations are too tacky, or that the shirts are weird. You hope he’s okay with eating greasy pizza and orange cake. You hope he likes the custom Halifax and Devils split jersey you plan to gift him later to represent where he started and where he is now. Overall, you just hope he understands how proud you are of him.

You see Jack and Luke walk up beside you out of the corner of your eye, matching with the rest of their teammates that are surrounding you. Luke leans down to whisper “Pizza’s ordered, it’ll be here in twenty,” into your ear before standing back to his original height and facing forward, waiting on his captain to walk through the door.

You’re suddenly hit with a thought about how thankful you are for the people surrounding you. For Jack and Luke who dealt with your demanding and crazy self today, talking you off of ledges and running around doing your bidding all day long. You’re thankful for the teammates that showed up today, ready to celebrate the captain they love almost as much as you do. You’re thankful for Timo and Jesper, making sure Nico stays in the dark about the surprise, doing everything in their power to keep him out of your hair until this moment.

You’re so incredibly thankful that the universe has allowed you to not only love someone as kind, loving, and special as Nico, but that he loves you back just as much. You also gained an entire family through Nico, his teammates treating you like one of their own, showing you just as much love and care as they do him. You’ve found some of your best friends through him, Jack, Luke, Timo, and Jesper being four of the best people you’ve ever had in your life.

The sound of the front door opening distracts you from your sentimental thoughts. You see Jesper enter first, his Nico shirt looking a little out of place paired with his golf pants. Nico follows him in, blindfolded. You have to stop a snort from making its way out, not knowing Timo and Jesper were going to resort to blindfolding him. Timo follows a step behind Nico, hands on his shoulders, guiding him and preventing him from bumping into anything.

Timo guides him to a few feet in front of you, stopping him before dropping his hands from his shoulders.

“Alright, Cap, you can take your blindfold off now,” Jesper tells him, him and Timo quickly stepping over to where you stand, joining the rest of their team.

Nico reaches up the untie the blindfold on his head. “I swear to god, if you guys did this just to mess with me and take me to another bar I’m going to kill both of you. I told you I just wanted to go home to Y/N-“ Nico stops mid-sentence when the cloth falls into his hands.

A loud, “Surprise!” rings out around the room, Nico’s eyes darting to each person, then down to their shirts.

You stand there, smiling at his shocked face.

“What-“ he starts, but stops, speechless at the scene in front of him.

You step forward the few feet to him, his gaze finally landing on you.

“Happy draft anniversary, baby,” you tell him, smiling up at him.

He looks down at you, eyebrows furrowing. You can tell he didn’t remember what day it was until this moment, his eyes looking around the room again, understanding settling in on the choice of shirts.

“You did all this? For me?” he asks, a smile taking over his face as he looks down on you.

“Well, duh,” you tell him. “Your seven-year draft anniversary is a big deal, you know?”

He beams down at you, the amount of love in his eyes enough to nearly knock you down.

“I love you, you know that?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body close to his.

“I think you’ve told me once or twice,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes at you, bringing his lips down to meet yours. The kiss is innocent and sweet, considering most of his team is stood behind you, but it was enough to cause a feeling of warmth to wash over you, all the way down to your toes.

When you pull back from the kiss you can’t help but to keep smiling at him. “Alright, go greet your teammates now. I’ll find you later,” you tell him, patting him on the chest as you step back.

Nico gives you a wink before he walks over to his friends and teammates, making his way through hugs and handshakes.

You mostly sit back and observe for most of the night, splitting off from the festivities when the pizza was delivered, placing it in the kitchen and announcing everyone to just serve themselves.

You make your way around your apartment, conversing with Nico’s various coworkers. You cross paths with Nico a few times, each time he tried to whisk you away to your shared bedroom, but you insisted he have a good time with his friends, there’ll be plenty of time for the two of you later. You stick around Jack and Luke some, but finding yourself in a corner talking to Nicole, Jesper’s girlfriend towards the end of the night.

“Y/N, seriously, this is great. I wish I would have thought of something like this for Jesper. Nico hit the jackpot with you,” Nicole compliments.

Your cheeks redden. “He deserves it. I mean, he left everything he’d ever known in Switzerland to come here and pursue this. And look how well he did for himself,” you turn to look over at him standing with Jonas and Erik, Jonas attempting his turn at pinning the devil horns on the large poster of Nico on the wall.

You’ve always been amazed at Nico’s bravery and determination to pursue this dream, knowing how hard it was for you to move just a few states away from your family, much less halfway across the world. He proved every single person that told him he wouldn’t make it wrong, not only getting drafted, but being the first overall pick. And now he earned his captaincy on top of that, proving he’s not only a phenomenal player, but an even better teammate and leader.

“I think he did very well for himself, and not just in reference to hockey, either,” she tells you, leaning over and placing a hand on your leg to emphasize her point.

You look down, not particularly knowing how to respond to her compliments.

“Hey, Y/N, want us to stick around and help clean up,” you hear a voice ask you, turning around to see only Jack, Luke, Jesper and Timo remaining.

Nico walks over to you as Nicole stands and joins Jesper.

“Nah, you guys head out. We’ll call you tomorrow if we need any help,” Nico answers for you, standing behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.

“That’s code for ‘get out you goons, I’m trying to be alone with my girl right now,’” Jack says, earning a chuckle from the group.

You and Nico walk everyone to the door, saying your goodbyes before shutting the apartment door and turning around to observe the state of your apartment.

“Don’t even think about trying to clean anything up tonight. You’re not lifting a finger for the rest of the night,” Nico threatens, slipping his arms around your torso from behind, burying his face in your neck.

“C’mon, at least let me clean up the cups your lazy teammates didn’t throw away,” you pat his hands, starting to walk him over to start picking up the red, plastic cups.

“Alright, but after that we’re going to the bedroom and aren’t leaving until this time tomorrow,” Nico points a finger at you as he separates from your body.

The two of you gather all of the stray cups, bringing them into the kitchen to throw them away. You notice the empty pizza boxes, breaking a few of them down while asking Nico to put the leftovers in your fridge so they don’t ruin.

“What’s in the box?” he asks, grabbing the white cake box and dragging it out of the fridge.

“Oh no! I totally forgot about the cake!” you exclaim.

“You bought me a cake?” Nico opens the box.

He looks up at you, amusement in his eyes. “Schatz, why did you get me an orange Devils cake?”

You groan, bringing your hands up to rake them down your face.

“It was supposed to be red, but the bakery fucked it up and I didn’t know until they delivered it,” you explained, walking over to stand next to him as he looks between the cake and you.

“The catering was messed up too,” you continued. “I tried to order your favorite dishes from that Italian place you like, but they sent a bunch of vegan dishes instead, so Luke had to order pizza last minute.”

Nico lets out a laugh at your confession. “So, you threw me a draft anniversary party with an orange cake and vegan food?” he teases, closing the lid to the cake box and turning his body to face you.

You give him a pout. “Don’t make fun of me, I was trying to be nice to you.”

This earns another laugh, Nico placing his hands on either side of your pouting face.

“You could have thrown me a party with water soup as the entrée and ice cubes as appetizers and I would still think it’s the best party I’ve ever been to, simply because you planned it,” he tells you, looking down into your eyes.

“You meant it? You enjoyed yourself tonight?” you ask him earnestly, that small seed of worry making its way back into your brain.

Nico doesn’t answer, he leans down to kiss you for the second time that night. This time, though, he wasn’t as slow and sweet as he was when you had an audience.

His kiss isn’t rushed, but with his tongue slipping its way into your mouth, it quickly turns into a partial make-out session in your kitchen.

He pulls back once the two of you need to come up for air, resting his forehead against yours.

“I had a blast tonight. The shirts were a nice touch, by the way,” he smirks at you.

You let out a giggle, thinking of how funny it was when he registered all of his teammates were wearing his face on their chest.

“Thank you, seriously,” his tone turns serious. “I can’t even begin to explain to you what this means to me. I just wish I could’ve had you by my side from the start.”

You look at him through his long lashes, not being able to think about anything except for how much you love him at this moment.

“Well, you’ll have me until the end of it. Or until you get sick of me, whichever comes first,” you joke, causing Nico to pull his forehead back from yours.

He uses his hands that are still on your face to tilt your head up to look at him. “Not possible. If anyone gets sick of anyone around here it’s going to be you getting sick of me, because I never want to be anywhere but by your side.”

You just stare up at him, shaking your head in a no motion, the intensity of his stare taking any words from the tip of your tongue.

You both just stand there, staring at each other for what feels like hours, but was really just a few moments.

“Enough of us just standing in the kitchen, I think it’s time we take this little party to our bedroom so I can really show you how thankful I am,” he breaks the silence, his eyes going from love to lust before you could even blink.

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, just throwing you over his shoulder while you squeal, carrying you to your bedroom. As you pass all of the decorations on the hallway walls on your way to the bedroom, you’re already thinking of how you can make year eight’s anniversary even better, especially if Nico is as thankful next year as he proves to be this year, thanking you over and over and over again once you reach your bedroom.

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This person’s main donation post has “verified/vetted” in big red letters at the top. It is a lie. That’s why they don’t tag the person who supposedly verified them or provide a link. Even if a user claims to be verified, it’s important to double check. Cross reference el-shab-hussein and nabulsi’s spreadsheet and the Operation Olive Branch spreadsheet, and search the url/keywords from the fundraiser title in tumblr’s search bar. I have links to both spreadsheets, as well as gazafunds.com, in my pinned post. When answering an ask like this for a user that’s actually legit, linking to the verification will make it a lot easier for people to donate and share without hesitation.

I recognized this person immediately because el-shab-hussein has posted about this scam several times. I don’t have a link handy to any of Hussein’s posts about them, but people have been very kindly linking to these two users/posts so that when you search this url, you find proof of the scam.

An unverified fundraiser doesn’t always mean that it’s not legit, and I’ve been contacted by a lot of people who may not have been vetted at the time, but later on someone did verify them. It’s not necessarily a good idea to block unverified users right off the bat. I keep a list of users to search periodically for verification (or confirmation of a scam, if that is the case). But this person is a very well known scammer. If they contact you, just keep on sharing the proof of the scam and tell your followers to beware.

#asks #luckyprincessblog #scammers

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yuri-is-online · 2 years ago

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Out of the Bag (Jamil, Ace, and Idia x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: (so uhhhh Jamil and Ace were supposed to be a part of the original post but I cut them out because I had to go to bed but forgot to remove the tags, sorry </3) they/them pronouns used for Yuu, sibling snark (Jamil and Ace) vs light angst (the Shroud parents), light reference to certain events in Ch. 6, but nothing specific. If you liked this please check out the first version on my masterlist.

Jamil

"Oh yeah, you're Najma, right?" The younger girl looks pleasantly surprised you have remembered her from your visit to the Scalding Sands.

"Well that makes this a lot easier, do you know where Jamil is?" You internally cheer at how polite she is, some of the other families you have been dealing with today have really been testing your patience. "I've been looking everywhere for him, but couldn't seem to find a good opportunity to sneak up on him." Or maybe not, that doesn't sound like she hasn't seen him at all, why is she asking you?

"According to my schedule he's probably in the gym for the club activities program." You confirm with your clipboard and Najma sighs.

"Lame, he's gonna be all sweaty and gross." She checks her phone as you sneak a glance at Grim trying to figure out how much longer you have before you need to find something shiny to distract him. "Actually maybe I can just ask you." You turn your attention back to Najma who seems to be tapping her cheek with her phone and sizing you up. "Is there anywhere to get snacks on campus?"

"Now you're talkin!" Cheers Grim, bringing a really bright smile to Najma's face and a tentative one to yours. "Mr. S's Mystery Shop's got all the tuna you can ask for!"

"And other things to." You helpfully add and Najma happily begins to follow.

"So what do you like to do?" she asks almost ten seconds into your walk. "Like what fun stuff is there to do around campus?"

"Shouldn't you be asking your brother?" You ask, thankful Grim is too caught up in his tuna thoughts to make any snarky comments.

"About you?" Najma laughs and you feel a bit silly. "Nah he hates being honest about things like that."

"Well I don't have much free time..." but you manage to list off some things that you like as Najma nods, still tapping her phone on her chin for some reason.

"What about food?" she stops fiddling with her phone and just goes straight to texting on it as the Mystery Shop comes into view. "I know Jamil's food looks boring but it tastes super good."

"It sure does." Grim says, well more like whines. "He only ever gives it to Yuu and gets mad when I eat it though."

"That's because he asked for my opinion, not yours." It's a petty thing to say, but hey Jamil's a good cook. Najma seems to agree, giggling before you both jump ten feet backwards as a strangely shaped blur nearly knocks you over.

"NAJMA!" Jamil is indeed, sweaty and gross looking, his basketball jersey is practically drenched through, almost like he ran the entire way to here from the gymnasium. He's doubled over, hands on his knees as you fumble around looking for the water bottle Crewel made you bring with you earlier which he gratefully takes.

"Oh hey what are you doing here Jamil?" You don't know Najma super well, but she almost sounds disappointed to see her brother. "Prefect said you were at the gym."

"Don't start." Jamil passes you back the empty water bottle, hesitating just a bit before he lets you take it. "She didn't do anything weird, right? Hasn't said anything strange?" You blink in confusion.

"No? She's just been asking a bunch of questions about stuff. Jamil relaxes, letting you take the bottle with a genuine smile-

And gets cut off by a shutter sound effect making you both turn towards Najma, who doesn't bother looking up from her phone camera.

"Whoops thought I turned that off."

Ace

"Well, well, well, just what should I do with you?" The ginger stranger is stroking his chin with an all too familiar look that puts you on edge, not because you think he is going to try anything illegal (yet) but because you can practically see the collar on this guy already. There really is no beating around the bush about who this guy is, even if you really wished you had some plausible deniability. "I could tell you about that time I told him if he kissed a frog it would turn into royalty and he actually did it-" Too much information he technically just did. "Or what about that time he only wanted to eat carrots so I freaked him out by saying he was turning into one because his hair was orange-" So is yours big brother Trappola! And where the hell is Grim he is supposed to be suffering through this with you. "Nah those are too boring- oh I got it!" Before you can break out in a dash for the mirror chamber, big brother Trappola claps an unintentionally (you hope) firm hand on your shoulder. "Listen to this- wait I didn't introduce myself I-"

"Ace's brother." He seems genuinely taken aback. "He talks about you all the time."

"Oh does he?" Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned that, little Trappola's ego was insufferable already, older Trappola's has got to be worse right. It's so obvious you can't even bring yourself to put the question mark on it.

"Funny you mention that, from my end it seems like all he ever talks about is Yuu." He makes a big show of looking you over. "Always talking about what a pain it is to look after you, but he never does stop." He maneuvers himself to look directly into your eyes. “You must be pretty special then, right?”

“Didn’t you used to go here?” You ask, crossing your arms and fixing your best “not today Trappola” look onto your face.

“Sure did! Also got put into Heartslabyul, must run in the family, we’re all a bit mad.” Older Trappola breaks eye contact for just a second, something dancing on the tip of his tongue you have no desire to entertain at all. You just want to ditch this overgrown root veg on his brother and then take a nap.

“So then, just to be clear, you don’t need me to show you around.” You fumble around your clipboard looking for a map anyway.

“Oh no I absolutely need you to do that.” You like it when Ace plays dumb better, at least it’s cute. “Would be a really bad thing if you just left me all alone and I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to.” He stands up straight, looking off into the distance behind you with a dramatic sigh. “Somewhere like Ramshackle Dorm maybe? I hear that’s one of Ace’s-”

A surprisingly strong pair of arms wraps you into an embrace from behind.

“Back off.” snaps Ace, a lot harsher than either of you have heard before “This one’s mine.”

Idia

"Dear! Dear! Come look it's the prefect!" A very excited very pink woman in a sundress and comically oversized sunglasses beckons to a very tall, very out place looking man who is... also wearing comically oversized sunglasses.

"The who?" he sheepishly walks over to his wife and gives you a little wave, clearly out of place but trying his best.

"The prefect! Ortho and Idia's friend." The realization seems to hit both you and Mr. Shroud at the same time, causing you both to retreat just a bit. You because you feel desperately dumb for not noticing the flaming hair and him because-

Well you hope it's because of the whole house thing but who knows.

"Oh sorry. Um we're Mr. and Mrs. Shroud but you probably already guessed that it's really nice to meet you." You awkwardly shake hands while Grim hides behind your legs.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Asks Mrs. Shroud. "I'd hate to interrupt things too much."

"Oh no that's not really an issue for me." You look down at Grim for half a second before adding. "For us."

"I'm sorry to hear that." whispers Mr. Shroud, gently taking his wife's hand and you stand around in silence for a little bit, trying to figure out how to walk the conversation from the ledge it's found itself on.

"Um if there isn't anything you need help with-"

"Idia speaks really highly of you." Mrs. Shroud says gently, and you have to keep yourself from fainting from shock. Idia speaking highly of- no forget that. Idia talks to his parents? And you were the conversation topic? If she had said it was Ortho that would make sense but Idia? "I know he can be a bit blunt, but he treasures your friendship. And as his mother, I am very grateful he has someone as kind as you in his life."

"We both are." whispers Mr. Shroud. "If you need help while you are here please don't hesitate to ask us." And with that they leave you and Grim

~~~

[Fullmetal] hey ortho said u ran into our parents irl

[Fullmetal] srry that had to be awkward

[yuu] it's cool

[yuu] I mean they spooked Grim but they were nice lol

[Fullmetal] UNACCEPTABLE

[Fullmetal] ...so do you think that he'd be cool to come over so I can like

[Fullmetal] apologize

[Fullmetal] u know for the stress

[yuu] and not for talking about me behind my back (￣ε￣)

[read at 6:57 pm]

[Fullmetal is typing... ... ...] [... ... ...] [... ... ...]

"I don't need to apologize if I said nice things... right?"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #ace trappola x reader #idia shroud x reader #Najma texting Jamil within 10 seconds of seeing the prefect: *get over here or i am stealing ur bitch*#also not me googling “funniest lies to tell kids” to write ace's brother and then not using any of them #also idia enjoyers... idk if i did your boy well i am so sorry

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gumilac · 16 days ago

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pairings. barista megumi × gn! student council reader

genre. barista/cafe and college au, reader’s POV, slight swearing

word count. 4k

aki’s notes. here’s part two my loves!!! im actually so giddy, my heart was going doki-doki the whole time !!! i hope you guys enjoy the parallels and the fic overall <3 mwa! rbs will be greatly appreciated 🫶🏻

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“good morning, shimizu-san!”

you cheerfully quip, closing the door of the office behind you. as student government president, administrative work wasn’t required of your position. but, as a student assistant hired by your university, you’re here to do your job—for financial independence.

“good morning,” she delightfully returns your consistent morning greeting, before handing over the list of students that might be coming in today.

“here are all the students,” she points at the piece of paper, showing only three, “that have made an appointment.”

grabbing it, you thank her and walk over to your desk, perusing the names. as you settle in your chair, organizing your file bins, the door of the office opens.

“hey!” you look up, happily greeting the student in front of you.

“hi,” he pauses, taking a step forward, then another, “i’m here to pass my forms?”

your face lights up at the recognition of what needs to be done, so you stand up and reach a hand out, coaxing him to give the papers.

“oh! okay. can i have a look, please?”

he hands them over and you smile up at him before looking at the documents. you diligently cross reference and double check every information, in case a student fills them out wrong. seeing as these were all fine, you looked at his name and then at the list.

fushiguro, megumi: new student.

“you’re new here?” you ask, smiling up at him, only breaking eye contact when you settle his documents in the proper file bins.

“yeah.”

“oh, that’s great! welcome to the university of tokyo,” you quip and he smiles. well, kind of.

“i’m the student government president, from class 4,” you introduce yourself, slightly bowing before him, “but you can just call me by my name. no need for formalities.”

bowing, he returns the introduction, “fushiguro megumi.” and as he stands up to his full height, you’re now only realizing how tall he was—as well as his good looks.

“i tend to facilitate newcomers’ information,” still smiling up at him, you inquire, a little curious with his situation, “and i can’t help but notice that you’re here on a scholarship grant?”

he forces a smile and you doubt yourself for prying his personal information and in a way to release tension, you blurt out.

“you’re a smart guy!”

it takes him a while to reply and when he does, all he says is;

“yeah,” running a hand through his hair, “it’s just my sister and i. so, i need all the financial help i can get.”

as student government president you had a knack for reading people’s body language. as he shifts his weight, you’re awfully aware of how uncomfortable he is with conversing regarding this topic.

“oh, i didn’t know,” you quietly say before finally deciding to drop it. “well, if you ever need anything i’m here.”

he presses his lips in a thin smile, bowing once more before leaving the office. the atmosphere remains tense even without his presence, but as if on cue, shimizu-san pricks the air.

“he’s quite the boy, no? i think you’ll be seeing him often.”

startled, you look at her and there’s a knowing smile on her face as she looks at you. with her teasing look, there’s an opportune contender on your side—your heated cheeks.

“i’m sorry?” you laugh, albeit embarrassedly. you’re not sure what she means by that and she clarifies.

if you can even call it “clarifying” with how she just repeats it.

“i’m just saying, you’ll see him more often” she continues, before nodding her head at the next student by the door. “you have another.”

looking at her inquisitively and working so hard for the gears in your brain to make it make sense, you lay your eyes on his documents again.

name: fushiguro, megumi

old/new: new student

section: class 4

oh.

you smile to yourself, before greeting the next student—blissfully unaware, not knowing what serendipity was brewing just right under your nose.

~; 5 months later

just five months ago, you were top 1 in class 4. well, was, up until fushiguro megumi came by to sweep that position off your feet—but, there’s nothing to it. seeing as he was a student on a scholarship grant, you understood certain measures fushiguro took. and it’s funny, almost silly—because as competitive and cunning as he is when it comes to academics, you never took him for a guy to be a class representative during events.

well, he had no choice. you could almost say he took the offer from your teacher begrudgingly.

the professor practically had to beg on his knees just for him to accept the offer and it was an amusing sight to see fushiguro battling between the heavens and the earth to just say one simple word,

“okay”.

pocketing your phone, you open the door of the coffee shop that’s just a few blocks away from your university. it rings and you look up at the cute bell hanging just above the door before a voice captures your attention.

“hi. welcome to—”

there he stands, with his barista apron, cap and all. fushiguro was wiping the table, stopping mid-way when your eyes meet and he stands there for a while. making you wonder...

i dont think he knows how long he's been silent for. so you speak up

“fushiguro, hi!” and you could visibly see the way he comes back to his senses, “you work here?”

taking a step towards him, he neatly folds the towel he was using and sets it aside. he stands up straight and looks at you expectantly.

“yeah, i started last week.”

“really?” you smile, before pursuing the menu chalkboard just right behind him. finally picking a drink from the array of options you look back at him.

“i always see you around,” you pause, voice quiet, “it’s nice.”

his face looks almost surprised and by the way you know him; he’s an introvert, but with the most expressive eyes—as if it does all the talking for him.

"i mean we are classmates and class 4 representatives" he says, and you laugh.

“haha yeah,” biting your lip and titling your head, “makes sense."

but it also doesn't, because what you mean by around, you mean everywhere. at the library, cafeteria, parking lot, the school field, the room by where you’re in during competitions and now the cafe you always go to...

but, these are just coincidences, surely. however, what stands out the most is how he is always present at school events handled by you. and only you, never attending those led by others—you’ve confirmed it since you oversee these things even if you’re not the head. you could say that he's your most active participant with how his name consistently shows up in every logbook, registration and attendance sheet.

fushiguro megumi.

the most active participant, but the quietest one. and even so, his presence can be felt by you almost tenfold. smiling to yourself, you order.

“can i just have a latte?” you ask and he nods, turning around to make your drink. you look around the cafe, watching as the snow falls just right outside the window. it’s at around 5:47pm, the sun setting in for the night and it casts a golden, yellow light inside the cafe.

looking back at megumi, he looks… tense? his shoulders are tight and you only ever really know because his posture is exactly the same during bus rides on the way to competitions and the time when he opened up about how it’s only him and his sister.

he’s nervous.

rocking on the balls and toes of your feet, you break the silence, “last week, huh?” and as if you had power over him or whatever, he visibly relaxes—it makes you smile.

“mhm,” is all he manages to say and you snicker, watching him softly cough as he holds your finished drink.

“last week–” he coughs again, stuttering and handing over your drink, “i started last week.”

smiling up at him, he states the price, “your total is 250 yen.” after fishing out the correct amount, you look at the drink and there’s a… heart? your mouth acts quicker than your brain, already spilling out a tease.

“aww, a heart! for me?” you hand over your payment and he quickly rings it up. still looking at the latte art, fushiguro speaks up.

“it’s the only thing i can do right now.”

“that’s so cute,” you happily mutter, eyes meeting his once more and to your surprise—he actually smiles back. so different from what he used when he smiled at you back at the student’s affair office.

this one’s pretty, genuine and– heartwarming.

grabbing the drink, you wave goodbye, “thanks again, fushiguro.”

there goes serendipity once again, brewing something bigger… something stronger than before. and as a warm, fuzzy feeling settles in your chest, this time, you’re aware. finally aware of what it might plan to do, so you brace yourself for the impact. as you walk further away from the counter, you hear him call out, “come back again.”

and that, you definitely will.

~; 1 year later.

your math test results, he was the first to know. well only for the sole reason because he saw you at the field crying and you basically ran up to him. you still remember how he stood there dumbfounded, but said nothing. he only sat down beside you and let you cry on his shoulder even if it meant slobbering tears and snot onto his uniform.

embarrassing.

he doesn't know—and you won’t let him know—but his presence is weirdly more constant than that of your friends. always consistently mr. tenfold. a tap on your desk pulls you out from your daze and you see megumi nod his head towards a latte. your heart grows, tenderly touched by the action of what the boy in front of you did.

"fushiguro," you draw out, "how'd you know?"

“it’s all you order,” a teasing remark from him and it makes you laugh. after a while, you take a deep breath, realizing that silence is comforting. his silence. so much so that he somehow manages to provide good company in times like these.

“i’ll tutor you later, okay?” he utters comfortingly, “come by the cafe.”

one thing about fushiguro megumi is that he won’t coddle, but he will provide solace in his own way and you appreciate it very much. and what he offered is just exactly what you needed at this moment.

a latte, a tranquil silence, and a cute tutor.

“okay… thank you,” you whisper and he smiles. easing the hurt in your heart. “you’re welcome. drink up you’ll feel better.”

and he does it so well. does it so well to make you feel better than okay. because ever since you two were partnered as representatives, you always knew that someone was just behind your back whenever and if ever you fall.

a quiet but influential presence—that’s fushiguro megumi.

~5:30pm, at the cafe.

fushiguro kept his promise, meeting you at the cafe you so frequent at. he’s assured you that it’s not his shift so he can totally make time to tutor you. you two have been at it for a good hour, a half and fifteen minutes—but honestly, who’s counting?

you.

you’re definitely counting, as if sitting this close to fushiguro megumi has made all your senses be heightened. but can he honestly blame you? his cologne overwhelms your senses and he smells so great. seriously, he should’ve came here a little more dirty and unkempt, maybe even bit sweaty.

but then again you have already smelled him all sweaty… even when the summer heat beats down both your backs as you wait for the bus after a competition, he still managed to smell pleasant. it makes you groan internally—it’s not fair. he’s always so tidy and neat.

“okay, when looking for a point in a hyperbola,” he taps pen at his notes, effectively pulling you away from his distracting aroma, “what do we need to use?”

“the standard formula of a hyperbola?” he gives you a small smile and– oh god. your eyes quickly travel to his lips, letting it linger there for a second.

“good job,” he says, making you look up at him again, thankful that his eyes aren’t on yours as you unabashedly stare at his face and lips. as you do so, you see constellations—fushiguro megumi has freckles. they’re light, but they’re there. and you found it so endearing that one person could have the whole entire universe just on their face.

and without warning, he follows up again with another question, “but how do you know if it’s a vertical one?”

he pulls you out once more and you furrow your brows, trying so hard to concentrate because he can not catch you slipping. you internally chastise yourself, swearing that you should know this—as the gears connect, you slowly articulate your answer.

“when the traverse axis is vertical…” you pause, waiting for that little neuron in your brain to stop bouncing around and just finally connect to the hippocampus, as you actively recall what he thought you

“and…” you rack your brain, stuttering, “and when– when–!!”

and finally it connects. that little neuron finally found its place and you yell out the stupidly simple answer.

“when the y-term is positive and comes first in the equation!”

you look at megumi, there’s a handsome grin plastered on his features and once again your body moves faster than your brain. your hands fly up to cup his cheeks, and pulled him in for a kiss. almost immediately after it registers in your brain, your body decides to move without thinking again, your feet dragging you out there like a marathon runner.

you only ever realize what happened is when you stand in front of your dorm building dumbfounded that you felt so light. comically turning around, you frantically look for your things—did they fall off…?

whipping your head to look at the gate, only then does it fully registered that what you did resulted in you leaving your all your stuff.

“shit…”

stupid little neurons.

~; one week later.

god avoiding megumi was so much harder to do. because how did his ass always find you at the right time and at the right place.

seriously, was he stalking you?!

grabbing your hair, you mess it up, shaking your head as you groan so loud that nobara had to throw a milk box at you to make you shut up.

“hey,” she snaps, “cut it out. you look like an idiot.”

you abruptly look at her and there’s a pout on your lips. she suddenly feels pity, making her run a hand to fix the hair you so easily messed up three times in a row. she knows what you did and instead of laughing at your situation she just chooses to be there for you now.

but you know she’ll never let you live this down after you recover.

“i kissed him, nobara,” you whine, ranting about it for the fourth time.

“yeah, i know,” she raises a brow, “you told me several times.”

whining, your forehead falls on the desk, nobara’s hands flying to save you from the hard impact of it. she clicks her tongue, finally having had enough of your shit. so, she suddenly lifts her hand, jerking your head off the desk and you look at her with a frown.

“just talk to him, jeez,” she suggests and you huff, feeling so exasperated. to make things worse she brings up a horrible memory about it.

“you’re a mess,” she shakes her head, “you’re such a mess that you bumped two things yesterday: a person and a wall.”

oh god. flashbacks.

yesterday, since you were actively avoiding him, you found it best to take the long route towards the comfort room thinking maybe he won’t be there for once. but destiny likes to play naughty, because the minute you decide to let your guard down as you leave the lavatory…

fushiguro is on his way to use the comfort room too—headed for your direction!

jesus fucking christ.

startled by the attack of fate, you quickly turn around so fast it makes you dizzy and disoriented. first it was the wall that obscured your escape. and as soon you recovered, of course a passing student bumps into you. you mutter a half-assed, quick apology to them before you made a run for it.

“god, nobara,” you sob, closing your eyes as she reminded you once again of your demise. stuffing the stupid memory at the back of your mind, closing it with a double-padded lock.

“god,” she states your name, “i’ve never seen you in such a mess. you’re student fucking government president for god’s sake.”

she opens a bag of chips and she slides them over to you, “even when you were nervous about public speeches, you never once faltered.”

she’s right.

you sit there quietly, munching on the salted potatoes as you listened to her wisdom. she always had that in her.

“but fushiguro?” she takes a chip, “there’s more to it than you think. you just refuse to put your pride down and face it like a student government president."

frowning, you were about to defend yourself when she cuts you off, “right now, you’re facing it like a coward. i’ve known for a long time that there was something beyond both of you being just class representatives.”

“really?”

“are you kidding me?” she deadpans and looks at you very disappointedly that you feel so small. “face it. face him like the president you are. just do and you’ll see i’m right after all.”

she smirks and then the bell rings, signaling your dismissal. she stands up to grab her things and places a comforting pat on your head—it was a big deal because she was never one for physical affection.

“thank you, nobara,” you smile, standing up as well, “i love you!”

she winces and scrunches her nose, “gross.”

well, she’s not one for any affection and it makes you both laugh. you wave her goodbye, pestering her with i love you’s as she walks the other direction, finally cheering when she shouts it back aggressively. you laugh, watching as her figure grows smaller and smaller, before finally taking a deep breath.

she’s right. you have to face him as student government president.

and that you did. filled with the resolve and confidence nobara gave you, you took certain steps towards the cafe. as you do so, you’re actively rehearsing what you’re going to say; formulating a speech in your head just as you would do during impromptu public speeches.

you were gonna be fine, you were gonna tell him that you liked him and that the kiss meant something to you. and if it meant nothing to him, then it didn’t matter to any of you—well, it might make cry for a few days again, but you didn’t care! not right now! not when you’re filled with adrenaline and—

“hey,” a voice softly calls out and as you ascertain your surroundings, your resolve falters once more.

it didn’t even take 5 minutes to get here?! you think to yourself and when you met his eyes, you see that there’s a lopsided grin on his face.

god. god. god.

swallowing the huge lump forming on you throat, you took calculated steps, using them to gather up all the courage you needed. as you reach the counter your voice is meek.

“hi…” looking down, you fidget with your hands and it’s so quiet. too quiet, too deafening. this wasn’t the silence you liked. not at all. after a few more scrutinizing minutes, fushiguro finally breaks the thick air suffocating you.

“latte?” and all you managed to do was nod. but before he turns around, his face lights up, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he reaches down the counter to pull out what only seems like– your bag. heat floods your cheeks and you burrow your nose even more in your scarf, hiding your face as much as possible.

back to the topic of your bag, you’re not sure if he’s doing it on purpose, but he was moving at the rate of a sloth, slowly settling it on the counter. before he could even pull away, you snatched it so fast, it garnered a snort from the boy.

looking away, fushiguro makes your drink. awfully pissed at how he does it so quickly than the first time he did it. why were you the nervous one now? why were the tables turned?

as your mind plagues you with different questions, you carefully place your payment on the counter. and just as you do, fushiguro turns around to place the drink in front of you. he rings it up and once he was done, he looks at you expectantly. it’s awkwardly quiet but loud at the same time.

“ah, right,” he realized something and he turns away, looking back to hand you some tissues. “here you go.”

“thank you,” you fidget with them, racking your brain for things to say before finally looking up at him. “thanks for my stuff and my coffee…” closing your eyes, you steel yourself for the outcome, “look, i’m sorry about last week—”

before you could even finish your sentence, a warm and soft thing meets your lips. was he messing with you? slowly opening your eyes, your met with raven locks tickling your face and soft warm lips capturing yours.

oh.

your heart feels funny, beating at a pace of a thousand horses—when he tried to deepen the kiss it was when you realized that you’re not moving. so, you do. reciprocating. you could physically feel him smiling against your lips when you finally captured his in yours too. a sigh escapes your lips and he continues to kiss you softly, gently but sure.

he grows confident, you could feel it with the way he’s getting bolder to slightly slide his tongue inside your mouth, giving you a little more of what he tastes like and oh god it makes you weak. he slowly pulls away, leaving just enough space that your noses are still touching and you’re in a daze.

“don’t be,” he whispers, finally reassuring your mind of all thoughts bad and evil. “come by again everyday, yeah?” he licks his lips and it made you want more.

“yeah…” you mutter and he surprises you with another kiss, as if reading your mind. he gives you a handsome smile before speaking once more.

“and stop avoiding me, okay?”

as if your body could stutter, all you were able to give him was a quick nod. but he kisses you once again, not missing the way his face looks—clearly enjoying that he has the upper hand by kissing you, rendering you speechless.

“okay?” he softly laughs, a slight teasing tone in his voice.

“okay…” you weakly mutter, cupping your face in your hands to conceal the growing blush on your face, but you fail miserably. especially with holding back the smile that wants to take over your features. you both start laughing quietly, finding this all so ridiculous but you love it. as he brushes his nose against yours, he finally decides to pull away to stand up to his full height. his decision to do so made your heart stop running just a bit, calling in a white flag.

god, he was tall.

you grab the drink and walk over to the table closest to the counter, and as you sit down your heart skips a beat once more when you realized that he never took his eyes off you for even one second. when you looked at him, he tips the brim of his barista cap and he looks so, so, so good that all you could muster up is a little nose scrunch, hoping that he'll understand.

that you'll be here until his shift is over.

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ultralightpoe · 7 months ago

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Sticky - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Yeah the fandom is EATING with this song and that trailer so I figured I might as well feed into my own obsessions. -Ultralight

Song Inspo - Sticky from Tyler The Creator

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: Fighting, reference to smexy times

Requests: OPEN [working on the first round now]

MAIN MASTER LIST

[Thank you for the gif @unearthlydust ]

Enjoy!

It’s the bitter laugh that no one wants to hear, that’s the moment when the realization begins setting in. The chill down his spine, locking in the fear as the cold sweat begins to form, knuckles tightening around his glass of whiskey.

The room wasn’t cold, with the fire crackling just a few feet away, so there wasn’t really a reason for him to be shivering. But that cold embrace of fear was wrapping Declan Morarie like a blanket. He was a man coming to the realization he was about to die.

It was Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, sat at the end of the long table she hadn’t been invited to, in a home she hadn’t been welcome in but still sat in nevertheless. In the beginning of Declans career he always wondered how people remembered her full name, but watching the women now he understood. She was completely untouchable.

“Oh come on now,” She teases, clapping her hands together in excitement as that same bitter laugh passes her lips. “I’m excited for the show.”

“You think this is funny?” He bites out.

“Well from my seat I think it’s pretty great. I, however, would never want to be the one getting hunted down by Bucky Barnes and his fucking wife.” She chuckles, pulling a piece of lint off her dress.

“And how….” He has to take a breath in to compose himself, slamming the glass on the table before him. “How did they get to me?”

“You tortured her for years, your very own project….. Well her and 20 others. Honestly it was only a matter of time before they tracked you down.” She explains, standing up and walking herself to the bartop.

“And you didn’t happen to put my name in their ear?”

“Barnes will be my problem….. On another day.” She nods, pouring herself a shot and turning to him to cheers before downing it. “But today, he’s yours.”

She slams the glass down until it splatters across the entire floor, her heels crunching into it as she waltzes to grab her coat. “I do apologize old friend, and I am….. Hopeful? Yes, that seems like a decent word, I’m hopeful you will succeed surviving.”

“I will.” He sneers, but even the words fall flat.

“Oh I’m sure you will.” She laughs, her words dripping with sarcasm. “Though I do hear things get a bit sticky when those two decide they want someone dead.”

“Who would have thought that this… hunting down the bad guys of the world could be soooo… hmmm.” You tilt your chin up in a quiet contemplation as your husband frets over your suit. He busies himself with checking all the safety measures you both had designed for the suits when you decided they would be worn again.

“Tiring.”

“Cathartic,” You hum back, sliding your hands down to snatch onto his own and bring them up so he can stop fretting. “You’re grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“You are.” You argue, kissing the knuckles of his metal hand before doing the same to his flesh hand. “You didn’t get much sleep and now you’re tired and grumpy. I don’t like when you do this grumpy.”

“No more with the word grumpy. You have overused it.” He huffs, leaning to kiss your forehead.

“Fine, ill-tempered.”

“Hardly,”

“Testy.”

“Not even close.”

“Crotchety.”

“Really? We’re going that far?”

“Hmmmm. Waspish. How about that?”

“I….. will allow it if it means we can just get this over with.” He kisses around your face, using his metal hand to tilt your face for easier access while you fight off a smile and push him back.

“You know what to do.”

“Straight to business then.” And though he turns his back to you he keeps you close while using the tech pad to monitor the halls of the building you both were about to enter.

“He doubled up on guards. Someone warned him.” He analyzes, shifting a bit to show you the footage. “Valentina.”

“Hmmm.” You choose not to actually respond, allowing your husband to work through his own anger and suspicion while you watch the guards to begin learning the patterns.

“You don’t believe me.”

“I believe you.” You defend, passing the tech back. “But I don’t want you getting ahead of yourself. That is a hunt for another day.”

“You ready?”

“Of course.” And it’s easy, the way you two fall to the plan so naturally, having worked together for years now. He lets you pass by him, his flesh hand catching a strand of your hair as you strut past, casting him one more glance before disappearing to find your entrance.

Once you are at your mark you place the comm in, tapping it twice to make sure it works as you begin slicing the door with the silent laser.

“Placed?” Bucky asks after a moment, meaning he had made it to his own mark.

“You know it.” You mutter, pushing the door open in the small place you had cut before easily sliding in, your feet near silent on the ground as you watch the hall and begin trekking through.

Moving like a shadow should never have been this easy, and yet it was, all thanks to the man you were here to kill.

“будь в безопасности.” He mutters in your ear, his voice a soft caress in the first moment you hear steps approaching. ‘Be Safe’, his favorite thing to say since he knew you didn’t need luck.

“être en sécurité,” You repeat his saying back to him, this time in french just to bother him since he could never speak it fluently.

And then you finally meet the person walking closer, but before he can even prepare himself you are already sliding across the floor to kick out his legs before you swipe the overly large gun from his hip and knock him out with it, sliding on your knees to face forward with the stolen gun and raise yourself back to your feet.

Each movement is a simple glide, one in front of the other as you trace the hall for movement. The plan was simple, meet in the middle and make your way up. You just had to shut down all the exits first.

You started with the elevators, opening the first and shooting the controls until the light within it flickers and marking it useless and moving to the second one. When the doors slide open a guard moves to rush out, and you use his outstretched arm to heft him over your shoulder until you are throwing him to the floor and twisting until you hear a snap.

“Sorry.” You whisper, kicking him away as you hear Bucky grunt within the comms as he finds his own issues. You mimic the movements you had used on the other elevator before rushing to the front entrance and using their own night time security gates against them. Locking anyone from leaving and keeping anyone from entering.

And now that you were finished with that you began you started your way to meet your husband.

It only took 15 minutes and by the time you do find him he’s leaning on the wall like nothing else mattered, tilting his metal hand under the light above him to admire the etching done for your wedding.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You murmur, your tone seductive as you lean next to him. “What’s a place like this doing in a guy like you? …….Wait, don’t I have that backward?”

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m sure we’ll find a lot of things backwards.”

“Oh,” You blink, staring at him. “I honestly can’t tell if that was sexual or a threat.”

“Then why can I practically hear your heart beating through your chest?”

“I never said I wouldn’t like it as either.” You huff, turning on your toes and signaling him to follow you. “You’re very beguiling.”

“Another big word. Should I be worried?”

“You got me the dictionary. Which I was slightly offended by.” You huff, twisting your body up the stairs as you see a figure in the corner of your vision, working with grace to pull him down and over the railing. “Stop flirting with me Barnes.”

“You stop flirting with me, Barnes.” He snaps back, making sure that guard stays down before using his gun and following you as back up. “Almost there.”

“Noted.” You murmur, shooting the tech pad to enter the door from the stairwell. The second the door swings open there are guards swarming you both, but it is lightwork when you both work together.

The man that went to punch you met Bucky's metal fist before he could even make contact, the knife that almost hits Bucky’s mid section is easily lost the second you kick the wrist holding it. Like a bloody tango, every motion has a repercussion.

“Любовь [love],” You huff, spinning to take out two men while facing Bucky. He reads your idea the second you make eye contact, allowing you to use his thigh as a stepping stool and throw one leg over his shoulder.

He shoots the men in front of you both as he makes his way down the hall, you taking out the men coming up to flank you.

By the time you reach the double doors holding the enemy within, you swing off his shoulder with ease before an unknown figure rushes you both.

You are thrown back, back meeting the floor as you slide while Bucky is thrown into the wall.

“What the…..” He starts.

“Fuck.” You finish, upon seeing who just hit you both.

He was tall, with red eyes and a sneer on his face, yet another over drugged super soldier.

Bucky is the first to regain himself, standing quickly and pushing himself into the soldier to knock the weight off and send him down. Only he pushes back, both men stuck in the hold, so you launch up.

Your hands hit your husbands shoulders and you vault over him to lock your thighs around the neck of the soldier and twisting your body to send him flying back with you.

Unlike you, however, he doesn’t manage to catch himself and falls on his back. Bucky is there, foot on his neck as you pull the gun and finish him off before moving to kick in the door and find Declan Morarie.

He doesn’t say anything, merely turning to the door with a bottle in hand as he staggers for balance.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.” Bucky mocks, giving you a look before you both rush at him.

“I think you need to go to bed.” You huff, watching your husband pull out the paperwork the second you both got home, after dropping your duffel bags by the doors. “No work.”

“I need to review her bills, she’s hiding something in plain sight-” His conspiracy theories about Valentina were interrupted by you slipping your shirt off and throwing it at him.

“A hunt for another day then.” He amends, following you into the bedroom as quickly as he can.

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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago

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twin peaks.

4k, Joel x afab!reader x Tommy, ONE SHOT A/N: This is my @pedrostories secret santa gift. @endlessthxxghts, you're on my nice list. Happy holidays! ♥️ Ty for the flexibility and for engaging with fics you like, which gave more ideas 🖤. Please excuse the extra men, don't need to remember names. Ty @jksprincess10 for your afab insights! WARNINGS: I8+, Motorcycle Club AU, but Joel is no longer riding. You're a chef. Language. Bar fight. Blood. Gunfire. My first attempt at mild grumpy/sunshine. Passing reference to a bar server's prior SA incident. An OC gets in your personal space and touches your side. Hurt/Comfort. Minor love triangle, I guess, but everyone’s cool. Unsafe P in V, creampies. MFM but only joel inside. The men can lift you. You’re shorter than them. Competency kink, mild size kink, sharing. Starts in Joel POV. There are a few characters from The Bikeriders. BIKER JOEL RECS: both sides of the moon by @lunitawrites and (and ty for this list luna lol) a minute from home by @agentmarcuspike, little mouse by @katiexpunk & @josephquinnswhore., the road to love by @jobean12-blog

dividers from @cafekitsune for POV change and time jump

“Changed the recipe,” Joel grumbles.

Tommy shakes his head with a smile. “Ya know, brother. . . you might be the only one who comes here for the wings.”

“Cause they’re the best. Or they *were*. Taste this.” Joel pushes the basket over to Tommy and takes a swig of beer, then adds, “If I wanna see some skin, I’ll go to a proper titty bar.”

The uniforms are cute at Twin Peaks, but Joel is there for two reasons: the wings and the company. He sold his Harley and quit the club after a minor accident. It left him only a little scraped up but scared his daughters to death. Now these biker bars are the only place he sees his old crew.

“Shit, they did change it,” Tommy concedes. “Maybe ya should send’em back,” he teases.

“Not a bad idea,” Joel mutters.

“Really?” Tommy asks.

“‘S’cuse me. Miss?” The scantily clad server turns around. “They musta changed the recipe, I can’t eat these.”

“Oh no,” the server frowns. “Sorry ‘bout that, lemme see what I can do.” The server takes the wings back to the kitchen.

A minute later, you emerge from the kitchen in your chef’s whites and Joel does a double take. You smile at him as you approach.

“Oh, shit,” Tommy elbows him, but Joel hardly notices. He’s captivated by you, but he keeps a straight face.

“Heard the wings weren’t to your liking,” you cringe empathetically.

“Why’d ya go and change the Hot Honey recipe.”

“I’m sorry, hun. Hot Honey’s off the menu, that’s the closest we’ve got.”

“It’s *what* now? Why’d ya take it off?”

You sigh with an apologetic smile. “Wasn’t my call.” Then you perk up. “But I think you might really like the new Thai Spice recipe,” you smile.

“Don’t think so,” Joel grumbles.

“He don’t like change,” Tommy explains.

“How ‘bout a basket on the house?” You offer with a tilt of your head and raise of your eyebrows.

Joel is flustered by your charm. “Uh, sure,” he mutters, trying not to check you out. Not much to see anyway with that chef’s apron.

“If ya like’em, buy me a drink sometime,” you add with a wink that makes Joel lose all his thoughts for a moment.

“Yes, chef,” Joel nods, which makes both you and Tommy giggle. Then you turn and head back to the kitchen.

“I dunno what they see in ya, man,” Tommy teases Joel and watches as you walk away. “Mm. Hottest thing here and dressed like a paper towel roll.” Joel fails to suppress a chuckle. “You gonna share?”

“We’ll see.”

The front door to the restaurant opens, and a hush falls over the dining room.

Joel looks over his shoulder for only a second, then turns back toward the bar and mutters, “Fuckin’ Benny.”

“And the Jets,” Tommy adds as Johnny and at least half the rival crew follow Benny into the restaurant. Great, there’s Cal, Carter’s rotten brother. Real bad guy. Their motorcycle club is dangerous.

Joel gets his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out a few twenties, then downs the rest of his beer. “Didn’t come to babysit.”

“Think it’ll get ugly?” Tommy asks. “What about your new friend?”

“My new friend?”

“‘member what happened with Carter’s girl?” Of course Joel remembers. Cal got handsy with her, Carter put him in a chokehold, and a nasty fight broke out. Carter got stabbed.

“Well, I ain’t in charge and don’t got a sweetheart, so I reckon chef hottie’s okay. Where’s Carter?”

“Home. Can’t ride, already busted his stitches open once.”

“Good. His girl ain’t workin’ either.” Joel’s face tenses and his nostrils flare as his gaze falls on Cal. “Cal shouldn’t be here.” Joel has to look away before his rage gets the best of him. Joel glances at a table of his own guys (now Carter's), and he isn’t surprised to see one of his buddies putting on brass knuckles. Ya don’t stab the leader and get away with it, but Joel sure wishes this would go down somewhere else. Joel does a double take when he sees another man at the same table reach for his hip. “Damnit, Harold,” Joel whispers to himself.

“Better hit the boys room ‘fore all hell breaks loose,” Tommy mutters and gets up from his chair.

—---you—--

Tonight’s the first time you’ve spoken with Joel, but you’ve noticed him before. His quiet, dark gaze is hypnotizing. The girls are all over him, and he doesn’t show any interest. He sits there scowling with his drink.

When the chatter of the restaurant abruptly dies down, a pit forms in your stomach. Heavy boots click on the floor, and it sounds like they’re slowly circling the room like sharks. “Hey sweetheart,” Benny croons out of view in that deep, smooth voice. He looks like a young, brunette Elvis. “You new?”

“Started this week,” the new bartender answers bashfully.

“Bet they didn’t teach ya the whole job. Benny'll show ya the ropes,” says a deep voice that makes you bristle. It’s smooth. Southern. Sinister. It's Cal. You can visualize his infectious wink.

One of your cooks puts Joel’s new wing basket on expo. You compose yourself and grab it with a smile. “I’ll take this one.” You put on your blinders and don’t make eye contact with any of the men, but you notice Tommy walk by, headed toward the back.

Before you make it behind the bar, Cal intercepts you. “Whoa, what’s cookin’, baby? You believe this, Benny? Keepin’ top talent locked up in the back.”

Benny’s too wrapped up with the server to respond.

“Thanks for the snack,” Cal tells you with his eyes roving your apron as he reaches for the basket. You pull it back. “Hey, what’s under this, anyway?” He skims your apron from the side and crowds you against the wall. He braces his arm against the wall, over you. “Got one of them sexy uniforms under this?”

“Excuse me,” you say and try to duck under and around him.

“I wouldn’t move, darlin’,” Cal taunts.

“What the hell are you doin’ back here,” a man asks behind Cal.

Cal laughs and looks over his shoulder, and you manage to free yourself.

“Ain’t worth it, Harold,” Joel warns as he approaches, then Joel turns his attention to you. “You okay?”

-. . .-

Joel gets between you and the brawling men. You hear a blow land on someone, and they spit. Then there’s a click, and before you know it, you’re on the floor, tackled by Joel as a gunshot makes your ears ring. The wind is knocked out of you.

Joel is on top of you, and time seems to slow down. Cal is slumped against the wall behind Joel, bleeding from the mouth and chest with a menacing smile.

“Look at me,” Joel says and his massive hand turns your head to face him, bracing his other arm near your head on the tiled floor. “Look at me and only me.” His body is heavy on top of yours.

You nod as chaos unfolds in the dining room.

“You okay?” Joel searches your face.

You nod again, and try to ground yourself with everything you’re physically feeling. The coldness of the tile under your hand. The weight of his body on top of you. The warmth of. . .the massive bulge pressing into your thigh. Joel doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but you sure are now. A wave of desire overwhelms you. Your thigh lifts against his hardening package and it twitches but he still doesn’t seem to notice with everything else going on. He glances behind himself.

“Gonna get ya outta here,” he promises. “Ready?”

Behind you, someone opens the door to the men’s room, belt jingling. “Shit.” You recognize Tommy’s voice.

“Bathroom,” Joel commands as he helps you up, then gently pushes you into Tommy’s arms. He nods toward the family restroom, which has a lock. “Gonna take this outside,” Joel pants as he heads into the fray.

“Joel, don’t–you’re outnumbered, don’t get yourself killed,” Tommy pleads. There’s another gunshot. “Shit, I’ll be right there!” he shouts at Joel

“NO,” Joel barks.

Tommy forces you into the family restroom and locks the door behind the two of you. “You okay?” he asks. You don’t answer. You wouldn’t be able to without crying. He rubs your back, then searches your face. “Breathe for me, darlin’.”

You tug at the high collar of your chef’s apron, trying to unbutton it for relief. Tommy quickly rips it open, exposing your tank top. His eyes linger for a moment, then he cradles your head and takes a deep breath, guiding you in your own breathing. He exhales, then murmurs, “You’re okay, honey.”

You nod and take the apron off entirely, with him supporting you. “Yeah,” you laugh not to cry, but with tears in your eyes. “I’m good.”

“Good, good. C’mere, darlin’.” His strong arms wrap you in a gentle, protective hug, cradling your head into his barrel chest. You take a deep breath, and the scent of his shampoo intoxicates you. “You’re okay,” he repeats.

You pull your head back to look up at him, and the corner of his mouth twitches. Then something else twitches, against your middle. That’s when you feel the denim slide under your hand and realize you’ve grabbed Tommy’s ass. What the fuck. You yank your hand out of his back pocket and stammer “Sorry–” feeling like your face is on fire. Why did you do that? You try to pull away but he gently holds you close.

“‘S’okay,” he chuckles. “Adrenaline. It’s normal.” He dips his head and it’s close to yours. It gets a little closer, then there’s more gunfire and he releases his gentle hold on you. He bolts toward the door. “Lock it behind me” is the only thing he says as he leaves.

You lock the door, then slump down against the wall. Is this real life? What’s gotten into you? Feeling up Tommy Miller in the bathroom less than an hour after you asked his brother out. Yeah, it must be adrenaline. The noise of the fight fades into the background while your thoughts drift back to Joel saving you. He’s so big and strong. So protective. You’ve heard how dangerous he is, but to see him in action? While he’s saving you, no less?

Finally the noises have died down. You wonder if it’s safe to leave. You worry about whether Joel and Tommy and your line cooks are okay. You wait a little longer, then unlock the door and peek your head out. Cal staggers toward you, dripping blood. “It’s okay, I’m alright,” he drawls. Then you swiftly close and lock the door, heart pounding. A few seconds later, boots thud across the dining room and a punch is thrown. You hear Cal groan. “C’mon, man.” Another blow lands and Cal goes silent. There’s a knock at the bathroom door.

“It’s me.” Joel’s voice. You’re still near the door. You unlock it for him. He comes inside and you must look terrified. He holds your cheeks, and his face and shirt are splattered with blood - surely not his own. He hugs you into him. “It’s me, baby. You’re okay.” His voice is deep and soft. He holds you for a minute. When he pulls back again to look at you, his eyes fall to your tank top and he wets his lips. He looks in your eyes again, then at your mouth.

You close the distance with a soft kiss. Joel’s mouth spreads your lips open, and his tongue finds yours. As the kiss heats up, he pulls you tighter, moaning “Mm,” and you feel it again, you feel him. His hands slide down to grab your ass, pulling your hips into his, and he’s firmer. Lord, is he hung. He lets out a low growl from his chest, and he walks forward against you until the backs of his hands nudge the sink counter – thankfully clean.

He bends down and his mouth latches onto your neck. He slips his fingertips into the front waistband of your pants, grabbing the button, then pulls away from your neck to pleadingly meet your eyes, and you nod urgently. He takes your pants and underwear down in a flash, then his hand engulfs your bare pussy and he groans at how wet you are. He kisses your neck again for a moment before hooking his massive hands, one of them wet, around the backs of your thighs. He lifts you onto the sink with a grunt as your legs wrap around him and you feel a rush of desire.

Joel sloppily kisses around your mouth with one hand between your legs and the other cradling your head. His scruff scratches you pleasantly. You grope him through his jeans, which are slick with your arousal, as you unbutton and unzip him. Then his own hand dives into his boxers and frees his thick cock, holding it at the right angle to slide right into you, pants and boxers resting below his balls.

“C’mere, baby.” He runs his stiff cock through your folds and you slowly grind against it with a moan. He spits on his shaft and his swollen, leaking tip prods at your entrance for only a moment before plunging into your wet hole and spreading your insides with his girth. There’s a brief burn, then your body catches up. On his second go, he bottoms out with a groan, and you gasp.

“Yeah,” he sighs and begins to fuck you, slowly at first. “How’s that?”

You can only nod, feeling so full of him you can hardly listen or form thoughts. “Ohh,” you whimper as he stuffs you with his massive cock. Your skin feels hot. He speeds up to a moderate pace and you both moan and grunt as you fuck. He kisses and sucks your neck, moaning into your skin, then he breathes against it. He fucks you harder, deeper

“How’s it feel, baby–ohhh” He slams his pelvis into yours each time.

“Ohhh, God, it’s, yeah, nngh–ohh”

Footsteps come down the hall, and stop outside the door.

“Wait,” you whisper.”

“Want me to wait?” he whispers teasingly, slowing down to an excruciating pace, dragging slow and heavy inside you.

You shake your head no.

“Good,” he whispers.

Tommy’s knowing voice outside the door: “Catch y’all later.” Then the footsteps recede.

“Now please, please” you beg, wanting it harder again. You pull him close and grind your pelvis into his in just the right spot. “Ohh, Joel.” The pleasure overwhelms you and you whimper as you begin to clench and pulse.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “Where do you want it?”

“Right here,” you nod, pulling him closer, keeping him inside with your legs around him.

Joel erupts with a groan, filling your hot, wet cunt with warm bursts, slowly thrusting into you as he empties his balls.

“God damn, you’re somethin’ else.”

---a few weeks later—

"Ain't wearin' a stupid holiday sweater," Joel grumbles. You and Joel have been seeing each other, and now you're going to Tommy’s holiday party with him.

"C'mon, just for the party. It'll be fun," you smile hopefully.

"Gimme a break, baby. Nothin' fun about sweaters."

"Don't be a Grinch," you pout.

"Thought I was a Scrooge," he retorts.

"What if I let you fuck me in Tommy's bed?"

He squints at you. "God damnit, my heart just grew three sizes."

You look down at his jeans and smile saucily. You don't have to make the joke out loud. "Can't wait," you purr and hand him the sweater.

"Tommy'd lose his mind," Joel shakes his head, then raises his eyebrows. "And not in the bad way."

"Oh yeah?"

Joel gives a low whistle. "You should see him droolin' when ya walk away." Joel chuckles, and your face heats up.

"Well. Maybe we shouldn't, then. . ."

"Don't see why not," Joel shrugs.

You look away shyly.

"What's got you all flustered?"

"Nothing," you shake your head, but you can't push away the thought of Tommy walking in and losing his 'mind.'

Joel smirks. "Don't look like nothin'."

"Just excited to see you in a sweater," you run your hand through his curls.

"I ain't the jealous type if ya wanna give Tommy some sugar, too."

You gasp and can't hide your embarrassed smile. Your face is burning. "He told you.”

Joel plays stupid. “Told me what?”

Your hand drifts up to cover your mouth.

“Just sayin’, if ya wanna grab him in a nicer setting. . .”

“Joel!" You gently smack his chest.

“Musta been the highlight of his life,” Joel laughs. “Post-divorce, at least.”

"Naughty list for you." You press his sweater into his chest and go to the closet to change into your own.

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When you’re standing at the door of Tommy’s ranch, your heart is racing.

“Relax, baby.” He rubs your back.

“You were serious?” you ask.

“Yeah, but ya don’t gotta. Just sayin’ it’s fair game.”

Your eyes meet and he cups your cheek. You whisper, “thanks for wearing the sweater.”

Joel gives you a kiss right as the door opens, and Tommy teases, “You two need a room already?” Tommy’s wearing a festive cardigan open over a wifebeater and his huge belt buckle. He stands aside to let you in, and you don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your mouth.

Sarah brings her husband, and you spend much of the night talking to them, hearing old stories about Joel. It’s a small party, adults only, and most of the parents have to get home to their babysitters, but Ellie is staying at Bill and Frank’s for the week to help with their Christmas tree farm. It’s a real treat for her and also her first “job.”

—

You don’t steal Joel away during the party, and he doesn’t try either. But when everyone else is gone, you and Joel stay for a drink with Tommy. He offers that you’re welcome to stay over since the kids are with Maria.

“Where ya want us?” Joel asks.

“Well, my bed’s the most comfy,” Tommy looks at you and adds a wink that gives you butterflies.

Joel nods with an intrigued frown. “Whatcha think, honey?”

“Okay,” you nod. You’re afraid to act too eager, but can hardly believe your luck.

In Tommy’s room, Tommy reclines on the bed, while Joel holds you in a hug. Joel turns your chin to meet his eyes and asks “Comfortable?”

You nod and smile.

“Ready to be even more comfortable?”

Joel kisses you gently, sensually. Then his lips become hungrier, and you lose yourself in his rising desperation. He moans into your mouth and pulls you closer against him. He walks against you until you’re at the bed, and when you glance back to make sure you don’t fall, you see Tommy reclining with his ankles crossed, palming himself over his jeans. He holds your gaze and begins to undo that big belt buckle, and you get a rush of arousal.

With you seated on the bed and Joel looms over you. The curves of his hulking muscles stretch his sweater. Your eyes fall to his jeans, and you can see the outline of his massive erection. You reach for the button and he murmurs, “yeah, there ya go,” and affectionately cradles your head while you unbutton and unzip him. Then he takes his sweater off over his head and his under-tee rides up exposing his happy trail. “Let’s get that sweater off, Tommy.”

You turn around and see Tommy is on all fours with his cardigan already off. He’s prowling across the bed, to the foot of it where you sit. Tommy sits up on his knees behind you, and wraps his arms around. He lifts at the bottom hem of your sweater and brings his mouth to your ear to murmur, “Yeah, let’s get comfortable.” You raise your arms and he takes off the sweater for you then cups your breasts. You pull off your bra from under your tank top while Joel takes off his jeans.

“Shit, let’s take it all off,” Tommys says with his voice briefly muffled by his wifebeater as he pulls it over his head. “Nothin’ like three bare bodies all twisted up.” His giant belt clinks as he unbuckles it behind you. Joel steps out of his jeans, leaving the tent in his boxers on full display, making you gush. He bends down to help take your tank top off, then he kisses you as he unfastens your pants. Joel kisses down your body as he removes your pants and underwear.

“Come on up here,” Tommy mutters and wraps an arm around you. He pulls you up toward the pillows, then stacks them behind himself and pulls you between his legs where you can feel he is fully nude and hard. His skin is hot and smooth. You're both facing Joel.

You sit between Tommy’s moderately hairy legs, and his broad palms cup your naked breasts. “How ya doin’, darlin’?” he whispers into your ear. His cock twitches against your lower back. “Ready for my brother?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“He’s ready too.”

Joel is kneeling onto the bed with his commanding cock in hand. He pauses to squeeze himself, eyes roving over you like you’ve never looked hotter. “Look like an angel, baby. Can’t wait to be in ya.” Tommy lightly grinds himself against your lower back, then his hands come to your thighs, and you spread them open for Joel.

“Always so good,” Joel mumbles, then kisses you deeply and you feel his cock run through your dripping seam. You’re wet, so wet for him. He’s still kissing you, letting your lips separate every second or so. His face pulls back and Tommy slightly adjusts you between his legs. Tommy’s cock is stiff against your back. Joel’s tip nudges your entrance, then he pushes himself into you. Tommy’s hands are still on your breasts. Joel leans over you, bracing his hands on the bed to either side of Tommy’s thighs. It still makes you swoon how his big cock stuffs you full. As Joel thrusts into you, Tommy ruts against you, moaning softly. The force of Joel’s thrusts makes you rub against Tommy’s stiff manhood and he groans.

“Feel so good, baby,” Joel breathes.

“Take’ him so well,” Tommy whispers.

Your breath hitches and you moan into Joel’s mouth with his cock dragging thickly deep inside you. Tommy massages your breasts and grinds into you while Joel kisses you and fucks you good. It feels better and better every minute. Joel dips his hips and grinds against your front as he stuffs you with his cock. You feel the tension building in your belly, and your clit twitches.

You tear your mouth away from Joel’s and whine, “Joel.”

“Oh, baby, gonna cum already?”

You whimper and nod.

“It’s okay, baby. Go ‘head,” Tommy whispers.

“Yeah, let it happen, baby,” Joel agrees.

Then Joel, with his cock still seated inside you, rolls his hips to put more pressure on your front, and Tommy grinds against your lower back, and you clench down on Joel’s cock with a moan.

“Oh, Fuck,” Joel whispers and he begins to pulse at the exact same time you feel Tommy erupt against you. The three of you come in a cacophony of grunts and moans and Tommy’s sliding wetly against your crack as his cum trickles down.

Joel stays inside as he catches his breath, then slides out of you, and some of his cum drips down between Tommy’s legs.

“Think ya might be the one I been lookin' for,” Joel mumbles. He gives you a slow kiss.

You get cleaned up, then you sleep like three spoons stacked together with Joel in front.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month ago

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Hey Raven! I turned out to like Twisted Wonderland so much more than I expected, starting from the GloMas event. At first I thought the cast was gonna be a bunch of unlikeable jerks but I was pleasantly surprised. Not everyone may be exactly "good" but I found most of the cast likeable in some way, like someone I would get along with. Do you mind listing some of the good qualities of each of the characters?

GloMasq was peak, a very good reason to get sucked into the Twst rabbit hole 😂

The goal of Twst is to explore villains and their hidden depths. The ones we once thought were pure evil are actually multifaceted, capable of goodness and having positive aspects to them too. It doesn’t make much sense for a gacha game to make its cast “unlikeable jerks” because how are they going to sell that to the audience? The characters have to be made appealing and have to endear themselves to the playerbase.

While I’m glad that you’re enjoying Twst in your own right, I’m afraid I can’t fulfill your request to list the good qualities of the characters. This isn’t because I’m actually unable to or that the characters are devoid of good qualities (they’re not). This is a matter of upholding my own principles.

I have previously expressed a number of times that I am uncomfortable with being asked to essentially spoon-feed information one can easily glean for themselves. People no longer seem to be interested in critically thinking and/or don’t even have the patience or attention spans to read or watch things anymore. Instead, they’re relying on AI to spit out an easy answer for them, to provide a summary, or to fact check. Literacy rates are down. Students are struggling to write even a few hundred word essays (which is only like one page, double spaced). No one wants to do anything on their own anymore, we are increasingly becoming hooked on instant gratification with minimal input. It’s incredibly alarming to me, and I do NOT want to feed this mentality.

I’m not Chat GPT, I’m not Grok. I’m not even Mira (Twst’s Siri). I am a living, breathing human being and I want to communicate like one. I don’t want to act as someone that chews your food for you, if that makes sense. You can chew your own food. You can consume media and come to conclusions on your own. You should be responsible for determining what good qualities the characters have. I can talk your ear off about what I think, but what’s more important here is what you think.

Please refer to this post and this post for my more detailed thoughts on the matter. I’d also encourage you to go out there and experience more of Twst; you will find the good qualities you’re looking for in each character yourself, and it will be all the more fulfilling that way too. Thank you.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #advice

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whathehonestfuk · 10 months ago

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My brain has created a fun amalgamation of these two posts (link, link)

Steph deciding after Startcourt life is way too short to continue living it for anyone else and immediately starts transitioning, everyone who matters in her life is of course accepting. and the rest of Hawkins is too wrapped up in the drama of the mall to notice that Steph and Steve are the same person, its just assumed Steve got out of dodge after the mall burned down.

the party starts going to hellfire and Stephs babysitter mode activates because these people don't know what monsters and references could set her kids off so she decides to tell Eddie what he is not allowed to use in his campaign or even mention around them. She goes in boymode because no one knows Steph but Steve still has a reputation.

Eddie is very very confused when Steve Harrington approaches him and immediately gets into what he is not under any circumstances to mention in front of the newest members of hellfire and its got to be the weirdest prank or something because the kids have never mentioned knowing Steve at all and all and the only connection Eddie knows about it that Steve is Nancy's ex which would not explain this behavior at all. so of course he has to test it, to disastrous results they do a good job at putting on a brave face but its clear they're terrified and as soon as the session is called they pull out a walkie and start calling for check ins. a voice that must be the mysterious badass and beautiful babysitter Steph that they're constantly going on about tells them to stay put and that she'll come in and get them. they protest that they aren't kids anymore but she isn't hearing it.

Eddies excited to get to see her for himself to see if she really is all they've built her up to be or is this is just a childhood crush clouding their judgment. he decided they haven't been doing her enough justice as she swings the door open and is doing head counts and visual wellness checks backlit from the fluorescents in the hall way like some kind of angel. once shes assured of the partys safety she rounds on him hands on hips looking so bitchy and disappointed "you used something off the list didn't you" it isn't a question. the party catches her attention before he can untie his tongue ruffling hair and giving half hugs, he'll have to thank them latter because the wave goodbye Henderson gives him is definitely conspiratorial like he was taking her attention on purpose.

It takes a day after the weirdness that was the last hellfire meeting for curiosity to get the best of him and he goes to get answers, he has no idea where Steph lives but he's sold at enough Harrington house parties to find his way. Imagine his surprise when its Steph that opens the door and starts talking to him like they've actually conversed before. Like she was the one that gave him the list of things not to mention, while simultaneously dressing him down for not listening.

for at least a brief moment Eddie assumes Steph is dating herself, it would explain how she knows about his conversation with Steve why Steve felt it was his place to tell him about the monsters, maybe she had been busy and he'd offered to go in her stead, and why she was answering his door.

She explains that she can't actually explain all that much about why he cant use demogorgons and mindflayers in his campaigns, because NDAs are a bitch. but does give him what she can leaving him even more curious because what the hell did a bunch of 14 year olds get into in Hawkins that require NDAs

before he leaves though he has to ask how she knows steve because that shouldn't be some huge secret.

Steph looks like a deer in headlights for a moment before doubling over with laughter, snorting hard to breathe crying laughter ( it really shouldn't be as cute as it was) once shes composed herself enough she just states "I am steve"

#this ended up longer than intended #Eddie is very very confused basically the entire time #Steph forgets not everyone knows who she is #Eddies a good sport about the whole thing once the mind fuck settles #he will never under any circumstance admit he thought they were dating #Steph shows up a couple minutes before hellfire ends now and actually makes the little shits help clean up properly #and thus a friendship is formed #and is there just so happens to be a little bit of mutual pinning of well #transfem steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington

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adarkrainbow · 2 months ago

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Some of my favorite trivia from checking notes about the Grimm brothers' fairytales:

The brothers Grimm were aware of their "Little Snow White"'s similarity to Musaüs' Richilde, to the point that Jacob wrote in the margins "This is literaly Musaüs' Richilde".

In one of the alternate versions collected by the Grimms, Snow White is some sort of freaky kid that shows up from nowhere out of the forest to greet her future "parents" right after the king wished for a girl "as white as snow, as red as blood, as black as ravens"... After he saw creepy sights in the forests like POOLS FILLED WITH BLOOD. (It is the version Angela Carter twisted to even more horrifying levels in her Bloody Chamber)

Rumpelstiltskin's name in German is Rumpelstilzchen. It is the diminutive form of "Rumpelstilz", which was commonly identified as a synonym for Poltergeist ("Rumpelgeist" exists). So his name might mean "Little Poltergeist".

In a variation of the story collected by the Grimm, the dwarf doesn't just dance around the fire - he jumps on a ladle around it, he rides it like a toy-horse. And when his name is guessed, he just flies in the sky on the ladle, like a witch riding a broomstick. Also, in another variation collected by the Grimms, the problem of the girl in the beginning is that she can't spin hem because it turns into gold every time and she is despaired at this - providing quite a funny twist.

Note from myself: They removed "Der Okerlo" from their fairytales due to being too similar to madame d'Aulnoy's "The Orange Tree and the Bee", but the first part of "Sweetheart Roland" is also The Orange Tree and the Bee. There's enough differences to make it look like a different tale but I mean... COME ON she has seven league boots!

In the preface of their first edition, the brothers denied any similarity, relationship or influence from another collection of märchen by ANOTHER author named Grimm - the 1809 fairy tale collection of Albert Ludwig Grimm. However, this is a lie - because several of the sentences and turn of phrases of their story Die Bienenkönigin (The Bee Queen) were lifted directly from A.L. Grimm's "The three sons of a king".

More d'Aulnoy comparison - her "White Cat" preceeded the Grimms' "The Three Feathers". Also, in a variation of the story the breaking of the enchantment is very different: the hero must place the frog next to him at the table durng meal, but the frog jumps from plate to plate scaring all the guests. He catches her in the salad, and he has to place her onto a bed and CUT HER IN HALF with explicit mention that he has to slice the heart. Then a big CRACK happens and a beautiful girl appears, laying on the bed.

The Grimms' "All-Kinds-of-Fur" actually comes from a story within Carl Nehrlich's novel "Schilly", with some influences by the collected story "Princess Mouseskin" (that the Grimms had in their original editions but deleted laters). Also somehow the title was originally "Allerlei Rauch", "All-kinds-of-smokes"?

"The Bride of the Hare" is a "childish variation of the Bluebeard fairytale" or more precisely a childish variation of its German equivalent, "Fitcher's Bird". However the list of the guests coming for the wedding seems to reference a traditional German song for children called "The wedding of the birds".

So many of the fox and wolf fairytales are just from the Reynard the Fox cycle.

The Grimms were convinced that, just because she is from the bottom of a well, the undine/Nixe from their story "Die Wassernixe" was a double or split personality of Frau Holle.

I'm always interesting in knowing which fairytale currently in the collection replaced deleted ones. For example "The hat, the bag and the horn" replaced "Hans the idiot" (and interestingly you can link this fairytale to an Italian poem of the 16th century "Story of the three Johns and the three fairies". "The two brothers" replaced the fragmentary "The golden egg". "The little peasant" (Das Bürle) replaced "Story of a tailor who became rich fast", as well as "Herr Hände". "The queen of bees" replaced "Bluebeard", "The Hare's Bride" replaced "Hurleburlebutz", "The thief and his master" replaced "Story of the summer garden and winter garden". "The Ogre" was replaced by "The Three Lucky Children", the song "The pear doesn't want to fall" was switched for "The wolf and the man" and "The Castle of Murders" left its place to "The Wolf and the Fox".

"John of the Water-Spray and Gaspar of the Water Spray" was replaced by "The Fox and the Godmother" ; "The Phoenix Bird" was replaced by "The Fox and the Cat", "The carpenter and the turner" by "Clever Gretel", "About the smith and the devil" by "Bruder Lustig", "The three sisters" by "Hans the gambler", "The poor girl/The star talers" by Lucky Hans, the fragmentary "The mother-in-law" by "Hans gets married".

#brothers grimm #grimm fairytales #there's more of them #but that's for another post #snow white #rumpelstiltskin #the hare's bride #the bride of the hare #the water-nix #the water nixe #all kinds of furs #the three feathers #sweetheart roland

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mscherub · 3 months ago

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I know I said only time will tell but hear me out…

Deuce, Jade, Silver, Rook, and Malleus with a short and sweet reader but whenever they’re mad/determined it’s like a 180? Romantic please :3

(Btw the photos you took came out awesome, I love them! Been dining like a king since they’ve dropped)

Reader’s just peachy and affectionate any day but once they’re mad/irritated they’re silent, if looks could kill they’d be dead two times over.

Holding grudges where sometimes it gets to a point the guys need a bribe (like a drink, snack, ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs) to get reader so stop the silent treatment or (ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ) pouty face ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ

🌒 stopping by because this idea hit me earlier and I needed to share it, as always take care and don’t dehydrate yourself to the point of become a raisin >:((

A/N: wassupppp 🌒, I believe this is the first time I’ve gotten something done kinda on schedule. I’m getting better guys…🥲

Also I’m just doing fics cause…bulleted headcanon list doesn’t wanna form in my brain rn…

ANYWAYS LETS GET IT GOING

Reader is gender neutral and is referred to as Y/N, Prefect, and Mon Trickster (Rook)

Characters: Deuce, Jade, Rook, Malleus, Silver

Tags: Sweet then scary…lowkey me tho. Intended established relationship, but not mentioned

Warnings:

Swearing

Jade Leech

Rook Hunt

Probs spelling mistakes (LIKE ALWAYS)

(Yes they’re considered warnings <3)

“Hey…Y/N— oh.” Deuce pauses and regrets walking into ramshackle to see you.

You have your arms crossed over your chest, staring blankly at him, but it’s laced with malevolent intent and Deuce knows he’s done something, something he’s going to have to own up to…but he doesn’t know what.

Double checking what he did:

All he did this week was go to track practice after school…then he’d walk back to the mirror chambers with Jack…nothing bad, right? His grades are good. Good-ish. He shakes his head.

“Are you ok?” He mumbles out. It’s a weak attempt to make a connection, but he doesn’t really have any other option.

Your eyes bore into his, a drop of sweat already forming and running down his temple. He practically shrinks under your gaze, looking away and twiddling with his thumbs as he waits for an answer— if he’ll get one.

“I don’t know, Deuce. Am I?”

Yep. Ok. He did something. That cold and dismissive tone says it all.

“Uhhh…hah…I could…help you out if you’d tell me what’s wrong? Ah— what I did wrong?” He clears his throat and chuckles nervously again.

“Yea, ok…you don’t know. That’s nice.” You sigh, tapping your foot against the floorboards.

“Ok! Well…let me just say I’m sorry for whatever it is, ok? You know I love you and I wouldn’t wanna do anything that would make you mad…or sad. Right?” The wood creaks beneath him as he takes tentative steps closer towards you.

“Y/N…” He pouts. “I really don’t know…all I did was just, I— oh my sevens. I ignored you like this whole week. That was not my intentions!” Almost instantly, he takes a seat next to you and pulls you into a hug. It’s warm and protective like usual, but you can feel his desperation within it.

“You didn’t mean to?”

“I promise! I’ll make it up to you! Let’s spend the weekend together, ok?” He pulls back and pouts even more at you.

It’s…just too cute. You have to give in.

“I’d like that. Don’t expect me to forgive you right away.”

“With being an honor student, I have to earn respect, so I’ll work on gaining that back.” He mutters.

And now you’re pulled back into a tight hug, feeling a familiar soft pair of lips drifting over the top of your head.

Ok…you guess you can drop the grudge.

Yea…guess who dragged you along on another hike. No remorse whatsoever whenever he looks at you, watching you lean against a tree just to catch your breath. It’s such a funny sight to him. But you’re resenting him for it. And even worse, he’s enjoying it.

“My dear? Look at these specimens on the log. Do not be fooled for their pretty appearance, the spores are very deadly if you breathe them in.”

“Maybe you should breathe them in then you bastard.” You mutter out. You didn’t mean it. Your feet are just killing you and you’re tired.

He isn’t taken aback by the words that spilled from your mouth, in fact he’s quite intrigued and wants to see if he can get you to tick even more.

“Those words are quite hurtful. I would not have expected you to wish such a demise upon me.” He hums, taking a few long strides towards you. You take a few steps back and cross your arms.

Your head is angled downward and you refuse to meet his challenging gaze. It’s almost as if he wants you to go further. But, as much as he does love to tease and toy with you, he likes to be real with you. To care. Surprisingly.

Two fingers slip beneath your chin and he tilts your head back so you finally look at him. “I understand you’re tired. So we can scale back down the trail if you’d like. I don’t wish to hurt you in any type of ways…you should know this fact to heart.”

And all it takes is a rare act he does, a small kiss to your cheek. His lips linger for a moment before he pulls away, and all you can do in turn is shift away and grumble quietly.

“Sorry.”

“What was that?”

“Oh my seven…” you sigh.

“I’m just joking. I heard you the first time, my dear. And I accept your apology. Come along.” He slips his hand into yours, and suddenly, all is right again, and the fatigue just mysteriously disappeared…huh. The scenery also seems more beautiful than it did before.

“Ughhhh…” you sigh out as you flop onto your bed. You hate to admit it, but you were fed up with Rook. Horribly so. He kept popping up out of bushes when you’d walk around, especially whenever you were out walking alone. You couldn’t quite decipher if he truly meant that it was just for your protection, or if he was just trying to get even more time with you than you already spend with him. Basically it was borderline stalking. Anyhow, it was getting on your nerves, and really effecting your heart, so you’re giving him the silent treatment. One more jump scare and it’s straight to the grave with you…it’s better for your health!

But your phone is still helplessly spammed with text messages and calls, and when he tried to make amends in the halls, you just shrugged at his words and carried on.

Tink. Clank. Bonk.

You pull your face up from your pillow and see small pebbles smacking against your window. You grumble and stand up, expecting it to be Ace or something since he usually did this when he’d get kicked out of his dorm for the night, but you definitely did not expect an arrow to fly through the small crack you made, whirling past your ear, getting dangerously close, and then lodging itself into the wall behind you. What. The. Fuck.

“What the fuck!” You yelp, stumbling back and falling to the floor. Was that Rook? The usage of an arrow and a note apparently attached to it points to him— unless this was some shitty assassination attempt on you for sevens knows what…

“Mon Trickster! I declare with deepest apology for frightening you so!. I know you intend to push me away for the careless acts I commit, but I cannot help myself, especially whenever it comes to your radiant beauty that I proudly get to call mine! And of course, my role of being your sole protector and provider.” A hand grips the windowsill and you can see the familiar feather pop up and then the rest of him.

“Rook…you are a crazy man.” You finally mutter to him.

“I could not help myself. It is the only way I knew to reach you effectively.” He sighs, dropping into your room with a soft thud. “I shall leave if you would want me so, but please read the note I have attached…”

“Knowing you it’s probably a love sonnet…and…you don’t have to leave.” you mumble. Rook hesitantly holds out his hand to you, waiting to see if you’d take it. And you do.

“It is indeed a sonnet, one that expresses my never ending abiding love…all for you, Mon trickster. je t'aime très fort, ma chérie, je ne peux même pas respirer sans toi…”

“Don’t smooth talk me. I’m still mad.” You purse your lips.

“I am merely speaking my hearts desires. And that would be you, mon amour.”

“Rook…”

“Y/N…”

“I’m still mad, so don’t mistake this as forgiveness just yet.” You wrap your arms around him tentatively and you can physically feel his restraint snap and he hugs you back. Tight.

His lips ghost over your forehead and he smiles.

“I’ve got you back in my arms again. Hunters always win.”

Translation:

I love you so much, my darling, I can't even breathe without you...

Rain clouds bellow in from above. Not just rain…probably a damn hurricane with the way things are being blown away and the downpour of the rain. And…maybe you are partially to blame. But it’s not like you would just ignore what Malleus did.

His…unrefined social cues, at least with humans of that matter, cause him to perceive situations differently, which in all fairness is natural. But lord…he could be insensitive, and he doesn’t even mean it.

He brushed off your very prominent feelings for whatever it was you two were talking about, and…that’s how he was raised, not to dwell on the fleeting or less bothersome things, but what he said really hurt you, and he didn’t apologize for it, so of course, you had to teach him a lesson. Silent treatment. And you were still angry. You have every right to be.

You slam open the doors to Diasomnia, your shoes squelching under your weight as you walk in completely soaked from head to toe. Unfortunately, you had to intervene now…

“Malleus…all I did was ignore you for an hour…” you grumble. Sebek of course stands on Malleus’s side, but with a few smacks from Silver and Lilia dragging him out of the room by the ear, you and him are left alone.

“My dearest…” He pouts. “I do not understand the source of your anger. But I shall ignore that until I get you dry. Humans have a very weak immune system—“

“Mal. Shut up.” You sigh and rub your temples. All he can do is look at you with confusion. “Just…look, you’ve already ticked me off. And with our earlier predicament and now this,” you motion over to a window that was literally rattling from the storms, “it’s making me even more mad. All I wanted was an apology but you had to bicker back—“

“I apologize.” He interrupts you. His hands find yours and he brings them up towards his lips, placing fervent kisses and murmuring even more apologies. This was a 180…

“Mal…”

“In our moments together, I wish not to cause you stress or make you feel less within any situation. You have showed me much more than I could have ever even imagined…could have ever dreamed of. And for that, I am forever indebted to you, my dearest.” Emerald eyes meet yours and all anger dissipates into a warm jabbing feeling in your chest.

“It’s fine. Stop sulking. I don’t need to hear Sebek yell at me for making you beg to me…” you shake your head and roll your eyes. At least that’s over…

“That, my dearest, I am not opposed to.” He smirks and places a chaste kiss to your lips.

With how well you’ve been ignoring Silver, every time when you two were around each other, It was so quiet that if you really listened, there’s a faint sound of crickets chirping away.

You two were supposed to spend some time together, to bask in each other’s presence for a little more than just a few moments and take the time to relax with one another. But he forgot about it…and fell asleep. You couldn’t blame him, actually it was kinda rude for you to blame him over something he can’t even control, but this has happened over and over again, and you’ve just gotten frustrated over the fact.

You needed time to cool down, obviously, after being stood up so many times, and you were taking that break in the comfortable confines of your room.

A moment later, however, a bird lands on the ledge of your windowsill and taps the glass with its tiny beak. This you spare a glance to, and you notice the bird has a note. You get up and push it open, the bird dropping the folded paper and then flying away. Like any person would do, you pick it up and read the contents, which is just a letter from Silver— a beautifully written out heartfelt apology, and a location to meet him at: your usual spot in the forest.

He was using his tactics of sending cute animals to be his delivery person…but something in you felt compelled to go. Maybe hear what he has to say— just to see him then walk away. You’re still mad.

The walk isn’t that long. Just a short peruse along a winding path that leads to a nice secluded, flower littered part of the forest with trees providing shade all around. Animals perk up at the approaching footsteps of yours, and your eyes land on a Silver who seems to be struggling to keep awake. But once he sees you, his eyes widen a bit and he stands up, rubbing his eye and stepping towards you hesitantly.

“Did you receive the note?”

“I did, Silver…and I…appreciate it.”

He takes your hands into his and smiles softly. “I really am sorry, my love. It’s never my intent to ignore you…you’re far too meaningful to me. I don’t ever wish to ignore you, and quite truthfully, I’d prefer it I didn’t have these spells of sleep…just so I could truly promise days of just us…”

His forehead presses against yours and his breathing slows down even more to just a few shallow breaths. “Please tell me…I can be forgiven?”

“You were from the start…” you mumble out.

“Spend a few moments with me,” a yawn erupts from his throat and you can feel him starting to slip away from his conscious state, “in dreams we can have time…ourselves.”

You settle beneath the shaded area the tree provides and Silver goes slack, succumbing to sleep, and napping away peacefully in your arms.

He won…can’t hold grudges forever.

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