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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look.

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge.

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining.

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them.

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy.

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest.

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes.

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko.

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green.

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look.

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess.

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour.

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed.

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute.

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it.

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips.

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night.

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along.

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so.

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions.

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights.

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here.

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it.

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to.

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort.

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks.

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings.

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat.

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm.

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires.

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them.

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed.

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out.

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own.

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

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cheeriecherry · 4 years

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I saw ur dating headcanons and they were really sweet, so what about //checks notes// All Might, Hawk, and Tamaki? i am but a simp

Ur darn tootin’ I can I can’t believe I just typed that Anyways, headcanons requests are open!

All Might|Yagi Toshinori

-An actual ray of sunshine, love is stored in the Toshinori. For real though, he’s such a good boyfriend??? He genuinely cares about you and wants to support you however he can and would probably bring you the moon if it made you happy.

-So you guys probably met either as both heroes, or both as civilians. I think he’d be too worried about openly dating a civilian as All Might, but if you were a hero he’d be a little more okay with it, since you can obviously take care of yourself. But if you met him as Toshinori and not as All Might, that would be the best case scenario.

-However you guys meet, he’s probably really drawn to you at first, maybe not even romantically, just interested in you as a person. So he makes small talk to test the waters, see if you’re into the potential of a friendship, and you guys end up hitting it off!

-You probably don’t get to hang out very much, what with him being a teacher and living on the Yuuei campus, and you being a pro with your own busy work life. So you guys exchange phone numbers and keep in contact that way! He prefers to actually talk to you over the phone, but if you’re not feeling up to it he’ll settle for texting.

-Send him memes and watch his confusion as he tries to figure out what the hell the image means. He loves his kids, but he’s really not in with the young crowd XD

-Like doing relaxing activities with you, like walks in the park, private dinners and lunches, and corny shit like getting dressed up and slow dancing in your living room. He really is a huge sap, and values the time you have together.

-He gets down on himself sometimes, blames himself for a lot of things, so give him gentle affirmations and kind words. Tell him what you like about him, how he makes you feel, how you appreciate him, stuff like that! And if he’s still sad, then lay the logic on him, give him facts and truths that he can’t deny. It might not solve the problem right away, but he’ll at least appreciate your efforts.

-He loves you so much tho, like damn. He is absolutely your number one fan, biggest simp on the block. All you have to do is look at him and he turns into a pile of mush, you just make him happy, and help him feel at peace.

-He loves cuddling, too. In public, hell yeah he’s gonna hold ur hand, and kiss your cheek, and hug you close. But in private is really where it’s at. He becomes an octopus, pressing up against you and wrapping you up in his arms. He likes feeling you so close to him, feeling the warmth from your body and the best of your heart.

-If u guys are snuggled up somewhere and you stat playing with his hair, he’s gonna turn into a cat. His eyes fall shut and he just lays there in bliss.

-As sweet as he is, it can also backfire. He’s a worrier by nature, so whenever you’re not around, or you’re not answering your phone, his mind immediately jumps to ‘did they get hurt’. Even if 99% of the time you’re just busy or on patrol or something, he’s still gonna stress. His job hasn’t really been to kind to him in that aspect, and he’s learned to always be looking over his shoulder.

-The tried and true way to calm him down is to give him a lil kiss, on the forehead, on the cheek, on the back of his hand, all over his face, you name it. It never fails to make him smile.

-His kisses tho. What a way to make you melt. You can feel the love he has for you poured into every kiss, whether its a small peck, or a more heated make out. The way he holds your face is so gentle, as if you’re the most precious thing in the world to him. Which, well, you kind of are.

-He’s a good guy though, and his love for you is immeasurable. He requires a lot of verbal affirmations and soft touches, and he always returns them tenfold. He’s willing to help you out with work cases if you need it, and supports you in all your escapades. He’s funny, and charming, and sweet, and absolutely loyal to you. Please be gentle with his heart.

Hawks|Takami Keigo

-This mf.

-Dating him is both a really good idea, and a really bad idea. He’s young, he’s famous, he’s on a lot of people’s shit lists. Dating him would without a doubt put you in danger at some point. That being said, once you actually get him to open up, he’s kind and funny and smart and loyal.

-Something I think he’d really like in a person is genuineness and honesty. Not necessarily wearing your heart on your sleeve, but a willingness to open up once you trust him. He likes knowing things about you, your hobbies and interests and dislikes, the way you like your eggs, what you take in your coffee, mundane stuff like that. He never really gets to know people on a deeper level, so it’s something he enjoys with you.

-It would probably take a long time of knowing him before you started dating. He’d want to get to know you as a friend first, know that you wouldn’t just be using him for popularity. Plus he’d want to trust you some before he starts baring his heart to you, because despite his persona, he has a lot of troubles and shit he’s hidden away.

-Don’t push him to open up, though. That’s the fastest way to get him to clam up. Instead let him know that you’re there for him, both with words and actions. If you tell him you’re gonna do something, then make sure you do it. Not only will he be proud of your accomplishments, but he’ll gradually learn that he can trust your word.

-It might also help him be more comfy opening up if you also let him in on your more private life. Tell him about things that have scared you in the past, or done harm to you, events, people, whatever you’re willing to let him in on. He’s not gonna tell anyone unless you ask him to, though he will later joke about wanting to kick the asses of the people who’ve hurt you.

-He’s hella protective of you. Not possessive, he wants you to be able to do your own thing and maintain your own life, but if anyone dares hurt a hair on your head then he’s going to hunt them down. He makes that fact pretty clear to the public.

-He will try and convince you to take precautions about your safety, because of his job. Like moving in with him as soon as you’re ready, making sure someone always knows where you’re planning to be in case something happens, stuff like that. If he ever gets a little to suffocating, let him know and be up front about it. He’ll sulk for a while, but he’ll do his best to trust you on the matter.

-This guy is also touch starved as fuck. Like, god when was the last time someone held him. Some please hold him.

-He won’t always ask for physical affection, beyond some hugs and cuddles in bed, so it’s up to you to read his body language and know when he needs it. If he looks even slightly stressed or like there’s a crack in his facade, lay down on the couch, hold him against your chest, and pet his hair until the tension eases out of his body.

-Once he’s all nice and mellow, he’ll perk up a little and stretch up for a kiss. It probably starts small and then escalates to something more, because let’s be real here, his desire for physical touch absolutely carries over to kissing. He can’t get enough of you, and probably tries to kiss you even at the most inopportune times.

-The first time he showed you his true colours, he ended up crying in your arms until he fell asleep. He tried to apologize for it later probably, but you better shut that shit down and reinforce the fact that he is a person and not an object and that he has feelings and needs and that he’s allowed to be sad and angry and scared.

-If he’s shown you all of himself, then that’s it for him. You’re it for him. You’re his person, and he’s never going to love someone else the way he loves you. After he decides this, expect his affection to quadruple.

-He’ll bring you trinkets that made him think of you, odds and ends for whatever you collect, pretty clothes, fancy food, you name it. Nothing is too expensive for him, even if you scold him for being too lavish sometimes.

-Will take you to every event that he’s allowed to, and will proudly show you off to everyone you meet, even if they already know who you are. He’ll be close by you the whole night, with your shoulders bumping or a hand on the small of your back. He just really loves being near you.

-If it’s a fancy event that he takes you to, like a gala or smth, then you bet your ass he’s gonna dance with you all night long. Screw socializing with other people, you’re all dolled up and looking fiiiine asf, all his attention is on you. And honestly it’s pretty romantic, just swaying with him while he holds you close, foreheads touching, whispering quiet nothings to each other. The tabloids probably get some really good shots of you guys making gooey eyes at each other.

-A good asf boyfriend. Hard egg to crack, but once he lets you into his heart, he’s squishy and really a nice person. He overworks and hides his stress well, but once he trusts you he’ll let you help with that. He’s protective and soft just for you, and probably the most loyal of the bunch (which is saying a lot). Good for cuddling and hanging out with, and all your dates are fun because he hasn’t had the chance to do a lot of leisure things, which is a little sad, but it also means you get to see the way his eyes light up when he tries something new.

Suneater|Amajiki Tamaki

-Okay I relate to this guy the most in terms of personality. I, too, am an anxious mess. But I digress, you’re here for him, not me XD Anyways. You’re going to have to be the one to ask him out, hands down. Unless he’s 100% certain about your feelings, it’s gonna be you.

-And you’ll want to get to know him as a friend first, otherwise he’ll turn you down. Slow, small steps are a friend to anxiety, so you have to work your way up. Spend time getting to know him in all aspects of his life. Take in interest in things he likes, show that you pay attention to him, ask for advice about things, that sort of stuff. Show him that you trust him and respect his opinions, it’ll help him to trust you and yours.

-He’s shy as hell when you first start dating. Like, he almost stops breathing at the thought of holding your hand, never mind kissing you. Again, you’ll have to be the one to initiate, but please do it somewhere private or less populated. Always make sure to give him an out if he gets uncomfortable.

-Once you do manage to get to the kissing stage, though, I think he’d actually be the one to ask you for it. It would probably be weighing on his mind for days, so much so that he’s more distracted than usual, and you take notice. If you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll deflate and quietly admit that he can’t stop thinking about you, and then he’ll turn bright red.

-Reassure him that you’re into it and that you feel the same way, and that kiss is gonna happen.

-His kisses are really sweet and soft, the kind of kiss that just turns your heart into a puddle and makes your stomach flutter. And the more you do it, the more confident he gets. He might even be able to eventually work up to kissing you before class in the hallway, or in passing at the dorms.

-Behind closed doors, he’s a lot more bold. He definitely likes for you to take the lead with things, but when it’s just the two of you he’s not so shy about his desire to be close to you, and has no qualms about laying down beside you and holding you close, or resting his head on your thigh while you study.

-Please touch him regularly, a hand on his shoulder here, a gentle nudge there. He likes your touch, and he likes how gentle and non abrasive you are.

-Dates will almost always be chill. Mundane things like walks on the beach, trips to the zoo, a night in with home made dinner and a movie, soft shit like that is his jam.

-He’s also surprisingly protective of you, even though he knows you can hold your own. He wants to make sure that you never have to face anything by yourself, though, since everyone is stronger when they’re not alone. You make him stronger, so he wants to return the favour.

-That being said, if he’s watching you train then he’s not going to jump in and help, he knows you need to practice. He’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines instead! Very quietly, but you can see in his smile the pride he has for you.

-A good boi, a very good boi. He’s sweet and gentle, caring, and though he gets hella anxious sometimes, he’s always gonna do his best to be there for you, and be someone worth your time (even tho he’s already worth your time as he is). He’ll support you and listen to you, and help you solve problems if you have them, and if you’re just feeling shitty about something then he’ll cuddle the crap out of you. He’s strong in his own way, and you know that he tries so hard, so make sure to tell him how much you appreciate his efforts!

#all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #suneater x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #Anonymous

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coffeestainsandcashmere · 4 years

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Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - An Older Dramione Story, Part Two

Since folks seemed to like the first part (thank you so much for letting me know, by the way! It’s genuinely quite scary flinging stories into the dusky blue void of Tumblr, especially if you’re relatively new to contributing to a fandom...!!), here’s Part Two.

Premise:

Draco, eight months after becoming a widower, nearly loses his son too in a vicious attack at Malfoy Manor. In the aftermath, while he’s being questioned by the aurors, there’s no one to look after little Scorpius, who just won’t stop howling. In desperation, and remembering how good Hermione had been with his kids, Harry brings the baby up to her office. In the end, the only thing that will calm the child is the soft hum of Hermione’s voice as she sings to him. Of course, that would be how Draco Malfoy finds her, wouldn’t t it? And then, eleven years later, Hermione meets him again and ends up asking him to lunch at the Leaky…

(Warnings in Part One (and in any future chapters) for past Ron/Hermione, and implied infertility. No explicit Ron-bashing, but it’s implied that their relationship couldn’t take the strain and he looked elsewhere. I may develop it later, but it won’t be a Ron-bashing fic. They’re just ultimately incompatible in this universe).

Read Part One here

Part Two - Lunch for Two at the Leaky

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Hermione, being Hermione, arrived at the Leaky Cauldron just over half an hour before she was due to meet Malfoy there. After getting a large glass of dry white wine from the bar and settling into a table with a view of the doorway, she took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then delved into her infinite handbag of holding to draw out a book.

Twenty nine minutes later, a soft snort made her jump, and she looked up, blinking, to find Draco Malfoy towering over her table, a tiny smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Some things never change, do they Granger?” he said. He was still in that beautiful navy blue suit that fitted him so damned perfectly he could have strolled straight out of the glossy adverts in Witch Weekly, and it made her mouth go unexpectedly dry, and her brain rather blank too.

Her cheeks flushed and she opened her mouth, but promptly realised she had nothing to say in rebuttal, so closed it again with a click of her teeth and shrugged. “I guess not.”

“You want another one?” he asked.

“Another book?” she blurted, frowning.

To her surprise, Malfoy barked a short laugh, silver eyes glinting. “No, Granger,” he said with an odd intonation. “Drink.”

She glanced down at her nearly-empty glass, and pursed her lips. Raising one eyebrow, she turned her face to look at him slightly askance and smirked. “Just what kind of degenerate do you take me for?” she parroted back at him.

“Of course. The ex-Minister for Magic can’t be seen drinking herself into a stupor at midday with a former Death Eater now, can she?” he sneered, the humour vanishing. “I’ll be right back.”

Blowing the rising tension from her lungs, she hoped this wasn’t going to be a huge mistake and closed her eyes a moment, then returned her book to her bottomless handbag. With nothing to do until Malfoy returned — if he even returned, of course; he could have just bolted for the back door and disapparated — she cursed and fussed with her cuticles until the crisp click of dragonhide leather Oxfords rose above the low lunchtime murmur in the pub.

“That was ungracious of me,” he said as he sat down. “I’m sorry.”

“Forgiven,” she said quickly. “I’m a touch nervous too.”

Malfoy went still at that, but instead of unleashing another snippy comment at her expense, he just twitched his lips and nodded slightly in acknowledgement. “To the most unusual of days,” he said, raising his own glass of white.

She clinked the remnants of hers against his, and added, “And to new beginnings, I think.” She looked at her watch and smiled. “They’ll be just south of Birmingham by now, I suspect.”

“Who will?” he asked after sipping his wine. She half expected him to make some kind of remark about its inferior vintage, but he seemed happy enough with it.

“The Express,” she said. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten dear Scorpius already?” she teased.

He shook his head. “No. But you’re as hard to keep up with as you ever were, Granger.”

“I don’t recall you ranking too many places behind me, Malfoy. And you beat me in Potions every year bar one, though I rather suspect Snape had a hand in keeping my marks down there…”

He shrugged noncommittally.

“Which house do you think Scorpius will find his way into?” she asked. “Slytherin like his father?”

“Probably,�� Malfoy said ruefully. “He can be a cunning little shit when he wants to be.”

She had to smile at that. “Tell me about him?”

Malfoy sighed and took another sip of wine. “He’s smart,” he began, somewhat hesitantly, as if he thought he might bore Hermione if he said too much about his son.

“No surprises there,” she scoffed playfully. “Is he a future seeker too, or do the similarities end with the brains?”

A very slight flush blossomed on Malfoy’s ice-white cheeks. “I didn’t know you even remembered I played quidditch, Granger.”

Her eyebrows rose and she tried not to snort wine out of her nostrils. Malfoy had looked devastating in his quidditch kit as he’d grown into it, not that she’d ever admitted that to anyone. He’d been a right arse too back at school, no matter how beautiful his own had looked in his flying gear, so her admiration then had been purely aesthetic. “Yes, Malfoy,” she sighed. “I do remember that. I also remember the Slytherin team being quite the thorn in our side for most of our time there…”

He hitched a lopsided smirk and took a sip of wine.

The way he held the glass in long, steady fingers made her core heat slightly and she had to look away. The reaction took her off-guard. It had been years since she’d felt even the slightest flicker of sexual attraction for anyone.

“Are you admitting that we were actually good, Granger?”

Hermione rolled her brown eyes and shook her head, causing a cascade of curls to tumble into her face like an avalanche set off by the merest touch. Shoving it all back out of her eyes, she said, “Much as I’d like to say it was only daddy’s money and a set of fancy brooms that gave you an edge, it wasn’t. Flint was still a dirty rotten cheater, but half of you were pretty darned good. And it doesn’t even take a quidditch player to see that. So how old was Scorpius when you had him on a broom of his own?”

A cloudy look passed over his eyes and he blinked slowly. “Four.”

“Four!”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Granger. I didn’t plonk him on a broom, slap the bristles, and send it racing off into the middle of Wiltshire with my son and heir alone. He rode in my lap with me until he was seven or so, and even then, I enchanted his broom not to go above five feet. He was furious about that,” he chuckled. “Naturally, he tried everything he could think of to undo the enchantment, but in the end he resorted to getting one of the house elves to undo it. She was devastated when she realised quite what she’d done and came to me immediately.”

Hermione’s lip curled involuntarily at the mention of house elves. “So long as you didn’t make her iron her own hands in punishment,” she said before she could stop herself.

Malfoy blinked, blanching and obviously taken aback. “No, Granger,” he breathed, and after a long pause he added, “I am not my father.”

The words rang in the air between them and something unpleasantly akin to shame coiled in her belly, soured by the wine on an empty stomach. “Now it’s my turn to apologise for being ungracious,” she said. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not your father. I’ve known that for a very long time.”

Before Malfoy could open his mouth to reply, Old Tom shuffled over and stuck some menus under their noses. “You said you was stayin’ for lunch, ma’am, but neither of you’s collected a menu,” he said before disappearing.

“Ma’am,” she repeated in a stage whisper to Malfoy. “I never got used to that at the Ministry. Makes me sound like some old frump.” A tiny, bitter snort escaped her and she added, “Well, if the shoe fits.”

“Granger, please,” Malfoy drawled. “You are anything but an ‘old frump’.”

Drawn up short by the unexpectedly open compliment, she looked at him, lips softly parted.

“What?” he asked, looking like he thought she might hex his balls off if he moved so much as a muscle. “Surely Weasley must have told you the same thing once or twice? I know the man is about as artless as a grindylow, but…”

The sudden mention of Ron’s name nearly gave her emotional whiplash, and she huffed a tiny laugh. “We’re not together anymore. Surely you heard?”

“I hadn’t,” he said, voice flat. “I’m sorry.”

“You must be the only person in the entirety of Wizarding Britain who missed that then,” she groused, opening the menu and taking in the options without really seeing them. “Rita Skeeter’s nasty little protégée wrote an entire Prophet article on our breakup.”

“I haven’t exactly kept up to date with current affairs,” he said awkwardly, lowering his gaze to the menu.

“Current? This was eleven years ago, Malfoy.” She fixed him with a wary stare and whispered, “Don’t tell me Ginny was right? You really are a recluse?”

“This would be my first public outing in a very long time, yes,” he said carefully without looking up. “But I do venture forth from my little fortress every so often. I was at Theo’s anniversary do a few months ago.”

“I missed that,” she said. “I was supposed to be there, but Harry had a crisis with his brood. You’d never believe it - there was a cursed photo-frame stuffed behind a piece of panelling in the drawing room at Grimmauld, and Lily managed not only to find it but to activate it. She was stuck inside it for hours and Harry was beside himself, but we got her out and she was alright in the end.”

“Grimmauld,” Malfoy murmured, and his silver eyes rose to meet hers. “My aunt’s family home?”

She nodded and then the knut dropped. “I forgot you’re a Black too by blood.”

His mouth twitched and he nodded. “I haven’t been there since I was a very small child. I’m assuming they redecorated…”

“Thoroughly.”

“Not thoroughly enough,” he quipped. “That awful tapestry still knocking around?”

“God no,” she scoffed. “That was one of the first things to go. Along with the collection of shrunken house elf heads and the troll skull that screamed at you if you got too close to it. There was even a boggart in the basement, if you can believe the cliché. Anyway,” she said, keen to change topics, “You were proving to me that you aren’t a complete hermit. Was Theo’s party really the last thing you went out for?”

He seemed a little bashful as he nodded. “I… I don’t exactly find myself welcome everywhere, even now, Granger,” he said dryly. He’d nearly finished his wine, and when Tom hobbled over to take their food order, he asked for a second glass, in which Hermione joined him.

“Guess we are degenerates after all,” she said as she met his eyes over the empty table.

“The people behind you certainly seem to think very little of your choice of prandial company, Granger,” he said flatly, interlacing his long fingers and arching a pale eyebrow.

Where at Hogwarts he’d had pale, pristine hands, now she saw innumerable scars and nicks across his knuckles, and they were undoubtedly the strong, steady hands of a grown man, with none of the softness of youth. Heat bloomed across her neck and face, and to distract herself she looked over her shoulder to glower at the people shooting them scandalised looks across the dark pub.

“Screw them,” she muttered. “They have no idea about anything anyway.”

If Malfoy was puzzled by her outburst, he didn’t show it.

They shared their meal and spoke easily enough about Hermione’s astonishing and unprecedented rise through the ministry, and how she’d cracked one day — the details of which she chose not to divulge — and had quit and decided to open a bookshop instead. “It’s been so much more fulfilling,” she finished, slightly breathless.

“A bookshop?” he smiled, eyes glittering.

“I know, I know,” she growled, gesticulating with her dessert spoon in between delicious mouthfuls of Florian’s ice cream which the Leaky now sold. “Could I be any more cliché?”

With a graceful shrug of one shoulder, Malfoy just said, “I think it suits you. And if it makes you happy, why not?”

“What makes you happy then?” she asked before her brain had caught up with the question. “I mean…” she flushed hot again. “I just wondered what you do up at the Manor all day.”

“Well,” he said evenly around a slice of apple tart, “Until this morning, I largely oversaw Scorpius general education, but I have been involved in a number of other projects here and there too.”

“Projects?”

“Mmm,” he said, but clearly wasn’t in the mood to elaborate and she didn’t press.

“Well, Theo’s having drinks at his place on Friday… you should come.”

“Which place?”

“He has more than one place? I thought he closed Nott Manor up for good?”

Malfoy smirked. “He has a number of places, Granger.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling stupid. “Well, his usual one here in London, I suppose… He didn’t tell me anything different…” She set her spoon down and sat back. “Merlin, I’m full,” she laughed. “So, will you come?”

“Do you always invite strays to other people’s parties?”

“Do you always deflect social invitations in the hopes that they’ll go away if you ignore them long enough?” she countered with an even stare.

Malfoy’s spine stiffened a touch at that, but the look which settled onto his face could only be chalked up to respect, and he allowed himself another flinty smile. “Touché,” he said. “Yes, it usually works well enough.”

“Not this time.”

“Evidently,” he said with crisp enunciation. “Fine. I will consider attending.”

She snickered almost childishly at that. “You make it sound like it’s some fancy black tie do that you might condescend to attend if the mood strikes…”

“I don’t know what a ‘black tie do’ is, but I am considering condescending to attend all the same.”

“Fair enough. And a black tie event is a Muggle thing. It’s like dress robes for Muggles.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you.”

And with that, their conversation stalled for the first time all afternoon. Hermione looked down at her watch and gasped. “God, Malfoy, it’s been three and a half hours!”

“I’m surprised you lasted five minutes if I’m honest,” he said quietly.

She frowned and delved into her handbag again, looking for her coin purse. “You fancy taking a walk to shake all this food down?” she asked, but Malfoy was already shaking his head.

“Unfortunately, I really should get going. Please, Granger, let me pay for this. It’s been an unexpected pleasure on a day that would otherwise have been very grey indeed.”

His sincerity struck her like a physical blow, and she could hardly respond as Tom came over as if summoned by the clink of money, and Malfoy smoothly left a handful of coins on the tray and told Tom to keep the change.

“Very well, M’lord,” Tom said, bowing slightly as he left.

“‘M’lord’?” Hermione asked and Malfoy immediately rolled his eyes.

“I really wish people wouldn’t call me that. Mercifully it doesn’t happen all that often. I usually find myself on the receiving end of far less gracious epithets.”

“You are a lord though? Your father wasn’t a lord, was he?”

“No. It’s Lord Black, technically. My father had no claim to the title, being a Malfoy, but with my mother’s blood, I inherited the title. Needless to say, I don’t bandy it around if I can help it.”

“I see,” she said, rising from her seat. “Well, thank you for lunch. You really didn’t have to pay though.”

“I know,” he said shyly as he stood with the grace of a lifelong seeker. “Still, it was a pleasure.”

She smoothed her clothes out, trying to avoid feeling like that frumpy old matron beside the lean, tall figure of Draco Malfoy, and pursed her lips. “See you Friday then?”

Before he’d obviously thought about it, Malfoy nodded. “Friday,” he said, and then realised he’d committed himself and laughed softly with a knowing twinkle in his eyes. “Friday,” he said again.

Hermione held out her hand to him and he surprised her yet again by taking it delicately in his fingers and raising her knuckles to his lips. The faintest brush of a kiss against her skin set her tingling all over and she nearly gasped, flushing a dark crimson.

“Good day, Granger,” he said, and stalked from the pub.

Outside on Diagon Alley’s cobbled streets, he disapparated without looking back.

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If you liked where it’s going and want to see more, do let me know! Either by reblogging this or sending me an ask.

Part Three

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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Testimony

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Niragi Suguru, Ann Rizuna, Last Boss, Arisu Ryohei, Usagi Yuzuha

Genre: Crack. It's just Y/N telling a story, but I, the writer, went off the wall and now you have the misfortune of figuring out who is who.

1.2k words

Remember when I was talking about writing a story that included none of the AIB characters names? Yeah, this is pretty much it. I didn't add all the characters, but then it would've just been a chore to decipher what I was even saying.

Yin sits down at the table, the officer in front of her nodding their head in greeting, Yin keeping a blank face as they fold their hands in front of them.

“ You are aware why you have been called in here for, correct?” Yin hums, kicking their feet idly. “ Well, kind of! I was a witness, and you want my statement, right?” The officer nods, Yin nodding and tapping their chin in thought. “ Well, I can describe it pretty well, but only problem is that I kind of don’t know any of the names of the parties it involves. Do you mind if I just described them instead?” The officer waves at them to continue in response, Yin grinning as if they were the cat that caught the cream. “ Okay! Strap in, this is gonna be a doozy.”

“ Alright. Remember that anything that you say will be recorded and documented for evidence.”

Yin nods, smiling and eyes twinkling.

“ So! Basically I was walking down the street, right? Minding my own business, bought a snack at the nearby shop, munching away. Gotta make sure to keep my energy up, you know? And suddenly I see what was basically a giraffe wearing a rather sketchy fedora running past me, apparently either training to become the next Olympic runner, or he got in trouble with his mom and she’s coming to smack him sideways to Tuesday evening on a Wednesday morning.

So I turn and watch this oil spill book it, and when I turn back around I see several other people. One was this really pretty lady with fashion that I thought I’d only see in Vogue and the strut that makes me think she’s like some goddess coming to talk to the manager only to point out how terrible they were treating the staff, and the other was like…. dad material. He looked like he belonged in an army or something but would also totally have unironically cried during a sad scene involving a kid in a movie, but at the moment I’m pretty sure beefcake over there was gonna bust a skull open like a weak watermelon. Probably the burnt coffee bean wearing guy. The swan queen probably could’ve annihilated him with just a fucking stare, I swear.

So anyways, they walk past me and I’m pretty sure I got hit with so much raw authoritative energy I could’ve taken over the prime minister or something just by politely asking, and I couldn’t help but be like….. curious.”

“ So you went ahead and followed them.”

“ So I went ahead and followed them! Did you know giraffes run at 37 miles per hour? Crazy, isn’t it! Well this guy was actually running pretty darn fast, but then he kind of tripped and ate shit on the sidewalk. Not like, literally, that’s a figure of speech, but like he went bonk on that sidewalk. I think he was okay though, but then the army general looking guy grabs him and kind of pins him to the ground, and the fancy fashion lady just stands there to the side like a disappointed secretary who is standing behind the boss and only makes you feel super fucking tiny in that situation.

So the raccoon man is screaming, with papa beef on top and reprimanding him, and I have noooo clue what was going on here. That is until some more people show up. There was this guy that I’m pretty sure looks like he belongs in some cheesy superhero cartoon with how much tattoos he had on without it being like…. a bunch of pictures that cumulated, but like one coherent design that took up his whole body, and a guy who looks like he rolled out of bed at 4 in the afternoon in a shopping cart. This girl wearing a windbreaker was pushing the cart, and she looked really disappointed for some reason, and I think she was disappointed at the chocolate rice krispie man.

Now, the puppy looking fellow was clutching a bunch of shirts, a box of crackers, and there was a pack of toilet paper at his feet, so I’m pretty sure that either they stole a shopping cart, or the raisin man made the rest of this squad have to run from a nearby supermarket to chase him down. Either way, there’s a man who looks like he hasn’t showered in weeks in a cart, a disappointed mom, a marble countertop if humanised, a second, more disappointed mom, a rooster, and a puddle of tar mud just there in front of me, with the latter being hung up on each other. The kangaroo was winning though, but kangaroos are fucking built like a wrestler, so even I wouldn’t fuck with that. So there’s yelling, there’s a lot confusion, and I’m kind of alone in this because other people were doing other shit and didn’t get to see whatever the heck was going down here.

So finally the black bean guy is allowed to get up and gets a pat down, so I guess he stole something? I dunno, but the crane looking manager lady was the one to do it, with the other man holding him still. Guess he has a lot of fight in him. It was like holding a feral hissy cat at the vet, it was kind of funny to watch. I don’t know if they found something or not, because I couldn’t actually understand what they were saying. I think it was Japanese? But I can still sense the energy, and I guess the guy got in trouble.

Now, this is the part that you probably wanted to hear, officer. Because moments after whatever was going on, suddenly this car pulls up. Really nice car, standard brand and practically inconspicuous. It opens up, and apparently it was like….. some drive by robbery or something, but I really don’t know what the people wanted. Toilet paper? Crackers? A shirt that was very neon yellow?

Anyways, what I saw was nothing less than something that came out of a movie. So one of the robbers tried to steal from them by pointing I think a gun at them, but the buff potato attacks and very quickly disarms them. Meanwhile, the one that kind of was wearing a pink peep jacket? Yeah, apparently she wasn’t having any of it as well when another approached the trolley containing what might have been her best friend or something, because she absolutely punches them in the face before they even got too close. Oh, and remember the blackberry yoghurt parfait and the guy that got tackled? Yeah, so turns out the pool noodle giraffe whips out a slingshot from his pocket and pops a rock into one of the robber’s eye, and the tiger man just takes his sandal off and smacks them like a grandma. It was very weird to watch.

But it like…. worked? Somehow? Because these robbers were, no offence, dumb as shit to try to rob a group of six people, especially when one looks like he could punch a tiger and not care at all. So they were knocked down, I guess the shopping cart chilling border collie man called the police, which is when you guys came down to arrest said robbers, aaaannnnd here we are!” Yin finishes, smiling proudly.

The officer can only stare at them, trying to process whatever the hell that story meant.

“…. Alright, thank you.”

Yin nods again, still smiling at the officer until they were escorted out, the officer looking up at the camera that recorded everything. Their eyes only showed pure confusion and a silent hope that the rest of the statements weren’t as….. chaotic.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #aguni morizono #ann rizuna #niragi suguru #arisu ryohei #last boss #takatora samura #usagi yuzuha #pretty sure being this weird isn't flying in any court #but this is fiction and y/n can do whatever #the plot is thankfully easy to follow it's just the names you gotta watch out for #y/n describing everyone but terribly #fair warning I went off a stream of consciousness thought so y/n really is just going ham on telling this story #the poor officer who had to listen to this

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oceantail-oceantail · 4 years

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Skephalo Week, Day 4: Holiday

Title: just wanna ride with u (read on ao3)

Summary:

It was Valentine's day and Bad was totally muffined.

He just never saw the point of it. If you have to give a gift on a certain holiday, it’s not a gift at that point, it's an obligation. That had always been his perspective on those kinds of things. But he might have neglected to, y'know, tell that to Skeppy.

(It turns out alright in the end though)

It was Valentine's day and Bad was totally muffined.

See, for all his life Bad never really saw the point of giving gifts for holidays.

There was literally no point in it right? If you have to give a gift on a certain day, it’s not a gift at that point, it's an obligation. Same with Christmas! Oh yeah lets just all gather around and give gifts to each other to make sure we don’t hate each other. He and his brothers haven’t given each other gifts for years and his parents only gave him socks and generic random presents. There wasn’t any reason for it; he loved his family and they loved him and gift giving was a silly way to prove it.

That being said, Skeppy loved gift giving. And for somewith who used to be constantly moving houses every 6 months, he cared a lot about material items.

Which is why Bad was kind of panicking right now.

Asking around for ideas was useless. Apparently Fundy and 5up planned an elaborate (and incredibly expensive) date at some fancy restaurant complete with flowers, candles, chocolates and the such. Bad could never see himself doing something like that, even with Skeppy. He would be more content in just hanging out on Minecraft or taking a walk with the dogs instead. The only kind of Valentine’s Day he’d participated in was the lame fake-dates in elementary school.

He also muffined himself by not thinking about this sooner or even talking to Skeppy about it because it was already the morning of February 14th and he was silently panicking on the couch while Skeppy was coming back from walking the dogs. Normally they would walk together but Bad pretended to be sleeping in to avoid having to face his problems earlier. Dang it!

Bad feigned nonchalance as Skeppy walked into the living room area, scrolling through Twitter without really looking at the tweets, trying to figure out what to do next. Should he say something? Should he wait until Skeppy said something? Oh darn, it would suck if Skeppy got him something for Valentine's Day. Maybe he should—

“Bad?” Skeppy asked.

“Um, yeah Skeppy?” Bad replied, glancing up at his phone.

“Wanna go to IKEA or something and hang out?”

Bad stared at him. What? That was the absolute last thing he would have expected to come out of his mouth.

“Come onnn, Bad” Skeppy insisted, crossing over to the drawer where they kept the car keys. “It’ll be fun. It’s the perfect time-wasting shit we haven’t done in a while. Besides, I know you don’t like a formal Valentines Day or whatever and I just want to hang out with you. We can just go spend some chill time together.”

“Wait,” Bad spluttered, choosing to ignore Skeppy’s swearing, “Wait, how did you know?”

Skeppy stopped in his tracks, and stared back at him, genuinely confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, like, we never really talked about how we would spend holidays and—”

Skeppy rolled his eyes at him, “You literally ranted about how pointless holidays are on your stream last week, Bad.”

“I—that, what—Oh my gosh.”

Skeppy blinked at him, then laughed, a bright, loud, and familiar sound that made Bad’s heart flutter in his chest. “You actually forgot about that?!” He teased, grinning cheekily at him.

“Oh my gosh, Skeppy, stop.”

“No! That’s so funny! So what, you were just panicking for the last few days over it?!”

At Bad’s silence, Skeppy let out another loud squawking laugh before Bad glared at him standing up to shove him out the door. “Just— go, drive, you— you muffinhead!”

~~~

“We need to take a selfie!” Skeppy said randomly as they stared at the racks of IKEA meatballs.

Bad frowned, “Why?”

Skeppy was already opening his camera app. “Because it’s muffintwt selfie day,” he said matter-of-factly.

Bad blinked. Oh that . If he was being honest, he had completely forgotten about it with all his stressing over Valentines Day.

Skeppy reached up and around to wrap his arm around Bad’s shoulder and Bad groaned and automatically buried his face into Skeppy’s shoulder. Why on Earth did Skeppy want to take a selfie in the middle of an IKEA? The park by their house was so much nicer and they could bring their dogs in the picture instead of the wall of a warehouse.

The phone camera made a faint shutter sound and Skeppy pulled away just enough to shove his phone in Bad’s face.

The photo was horrendously blurry and Bad wouldn’t have been able to tell who was in it if it wasn’t for the general shape of Skeppy’s floofy hair and his brown skin. Bad himself was barely in the picture, only the top of his dirty blonde hair could be seen at the bottom corner of the picture, pressed against Skeppy’s blurry shoulder.

Bad rolled his eyes with a smile and pushed the phone back, turning back to examine the different kinds of meatballs on the rack.

Fundy and 5up might be having the time of their lives in their fancy restaurant, but he was perfectly content to be wandering around an IKEA with Skeppy instead.

#skephalo #skeppy #badboyhalo #skephaloweek2021 #celia writes #i have a huge test tmrw im gonna flunk lol kill me

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readyplayerhobi · 4 years

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Flower | 24

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 3k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: This is a shorter one but I swear, you’ll love the next chapter. It’s a certain birthday boy’s night out :P so I hope you enjoy this lead up either way!

; Flower Masterpost

“Urgh,” You groan loudly, running your hand over your face as you stare at the display of unusual technology. “Why are men always so hard to buy for?”

“I’d take offence to that but honestly, you’re right.” Jungkook says, humour in his voice as he plays with a little helicopter that actually flies. You’re in one of those stores full of random things that seem to particularly appeal to guys with odd and bizarre technology things and joke stuff. You like it too but these places always seem to attract guys in particular, which is why you’re currently here with Chungha, Soyeon and Jungkook trying to find something for Hoseok’s birthday.

Buying presents for anyone is always a stress for you as you hate the idea that you’ll end up buying something they hate. Half the time, you explicitly ask them to give you a list and just pick off it because quite frankly, you’re not very creative when it comes to presents.

But this time you’d decided to try properly. It was the first birthday either of you had had since beginning your relationship and you wanted to try. So you’d spent time making sure to listen to his conversations, whether they were with you or his parents or his friends, to find things that he wanted.

It didn’t help that his birthday was only a month and a half after Christmas too. One of the reasons you’d held back on his Christmas presents was because his birthday was so darn close afterwards. You’d finally managed to get a new job in January after many, many months of failed interviews, with a salary that wasn’t pitiful and with work that didn’t make you want to face plant the desk, so you had a bit more money to spend on him.

Twenty-nine wasn’t a big birthday or anything, that would be next year obviously, but you still wanted to make it fun for him. So you were determined to buy interesting presents that weren’t boring and useless.

“I don’t know about Hoseok but I think I want this lamp.” Soyeon says, picking up and turning around a lamp that reminded you of one of those wire games where you had to avoid touching the wire. It was fluorescent pink right now but faded into yellow soon enough and in the shape of a heart. Perfect for Soyeon.

“Go for it. It’d look good in your room I bet.” You murmur, eyeing the stand of various lights and alarm clocks closely. Maybe Hoseok might like some fancy alarm clock given he was always getting up earlier than you? Though that would mean you’d have to put up with it too and you pulled a face at that thought, moving away to the range of mugs.

He got up way earlier than you for work and you could be a bit moody in the morning. The last thing you needed was to buy him something that would inevitably cause you to snap at him in the early hours. You were pretty sure he’d managed to train himself to wake up as quickly as possible to avoid your grumpiness.

Chungha follows you, picking up a heat activated mug with lightsabers on it and humming in curiosity. You look it over too for a moment and consider before instead grasping a box with a Zelda logo on it, licking your lips before nodding to yourself.

Hoseok loved Zelda and you’d half contemplated buying him a Switch so he could play the one that came out a few years ago along with the other games that had come out recently. It was way out of your budget though so this would just have to do for the moment. He could take it to work for his coffees and stuff.

“Have you noticed that Soyeon and Jungkook seem to be really hitting it off?” Chungha whispers to you quietly, the both of you glancing over to where they’re both now stood playing around with sword umbrellas. You didn’t know Jungkook too well or anything, well enough to invite him to come help you pick things for Hoseok but you weren’t close.

He was one of Hoseok’s sweeter friends though and shared a lot of interests with you, including being quiet and introverted. Given how beautiful Soyeon was, and her own personality that made her kind, caring and loyal, you weren’t surprised that Jungkook had been instantly caught by her.

And you were kind of glad really. You knew he was a good guy from what Hoseok had told you and Soyeon deserved someone good. Plus, you would openly admit that Jungkook was handsome with the kind of body that game with his sports related degree while still maintaining such an adorable face.

Soyeon’s weakness really.

“Yeah. Don’t say anything though, it’s cute. Let them work things out themselves.” Laughing, you move over to the cashier and give her the mug with a bright smile before also grabbing a LEGO Darth Vader keyring from the range on the counter. This would make him laugh tonight.

“Don’t you feel a little jealous though? I mean, look at them. They look so perfect together.” Chungha sighs, leaning against the counter as you pay and accept the bag from the girl. Narrowing your eyes at your best friend, you lead her out of the store and watch as your remaining friends trail you out, laughing away at whatever conversation they were having.

“Excuse me. Are you saying that Hoseok and I don’t look perfect together? Or you and Dahyun? All lies.” There’s a slight petulant tone to your voice and Chungha immediately backtracks, spluttering almost in her attempts to smoothe over any issues she may have just caused until you laugh at her, pushing her gently.

“I’m joking. You’re right. They do look good. Hey, if they start dating then it’s officially bringing you guys and Hoseok’s friendship circles together!” You pause suddenly, cringing as a thought enters your head. “Though if anything happened with Hoseok and me then that would be very awkward. And heart breaking.”

“Hey, hey. None of that! I don’t want to hear any talk of breaking up or the potential for it when we’re out shopping for your boyfriend’s birthday presents! I’m telling you now, if you two ever break up then romance is dead.” Looking at her, you raise your brow in amusement at the completely serious look on her face.

“Okay. Calm down Nicholas Sparks. We’re fine.” That gets a snort from her as you lead her into a store that sells all kinds of musical instruments and electronic stuff. From your extensive research into trying to find Hoseok the perfect gift, you knew that you should be able to find what you wanted in here.

“Have you even read a Nicholas Sparks book? Or seen one of the films?” She asks incredulously, running her fingers along the strings of a guitar as you both pass by. Shrugging, you stop in front of the vinyl players and eye them with a tongue in your cheek.

“No? I mean, I watched five minutes of The Notebook but it was really boring so I turned it off. Aren’t all his stories meant to be like...depressing and shit?” Leaning forward, you read the little information card on one of the vinyl players and hum to yourself.

Hoseok had been discussing how he wanted to get into collecting vinyl records lately and to do that, he’d need a vinyl player. You’d already discussed it with his parents to make sure they didn’t accidentally get him one as he’d been talking about it to his dad and you’d tried to make sure that you would get a good one for him.

Even if you had zero idea of what constituted a good vinyl player to be honest.

“I mean...yeah, they are pretty depressing. But still. You should watch one, or read it. They’re tragically romantic.” Pausing, you look at her with a carefully blank stare before snorting.

“I don’t like romance films, Chungha you know that. I’m certainly not going to watch one that you’ve described as tragic. How is that even romantic? It’s just fucking sad.” You think you’ll go with the Sony vinyl player that you’d researched. He doesn’t need anything super fancy for a first one and it has Bluetooth, so should be good enough for him?

They’re certainly not cheap and you’re very happy that you’d saved so well to be able to afford this. While you weren’t normally sure about presents, you were pretty sure that this one was going to be a big hit with him.

“I’m just going to point out that not all of his films are sad. Well, I mean...they don’t all end sad. But still. Anyway, it’s not important. I don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore and holy fuck, this is almost a thousand dollars!” Her surprise is incredibly audible and you shush her repeatedly, looking around to make sure no one is looking.

“I’m not buying that one. I’m buying this one. It’s not that expensive.” You point towards the one you want, crouching down to grab one of the boxed ones before heading over to the cashier once more. This birthday present shopping was going surprisingly easy compared to other times. Maybe it’s because the presents you’d decided for Hoseok were just so damn expensive that he didn’t have many.

“Boy, I hope he gives you some good oral for that.” She mutters and you look at her mortified, eyes before glancing around to check that no one is nearby. Your hands are full so you can’t make a shushing gesture to her but your scowl is more than enough and she cringes slightly, whispering sorry.

Thankfully though, you don’t think anyone overheard her as the cashier just gives you the usual, bland customer service smile that you’re used to. The one which you give back while internally chanting ‘please don’t question what she just said’ but he simply rings you up, putting the box into a large bag for you.

As you walk away once you’ve paid, you hiss at her in embarrassment. “Chungha! We’re in public! Please!”

Laughing at you, she wraps an arm around your shoulder and hugs you to her before letting you go. She’s always been the more open minded out of you all and has never felt the need to censor her thoughts or words. Though she did usually tone it down in public as you always wanted to melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

There was no wonder Hoseok and her got along so well. Both of them just said whatever came to their minds with no filters sometimes and it pained you considering you were a prude in comparison. Well, when it came to sexual things anyway. Anything else just came out of your mouth without a second thought.

“Where have they gone?” You ask suddenly, realising you’re both about to leave the store with only half of your group. Frowning, you look around outside and see that they’re not there so you walk back inside, scanning through until you spot them both sitting at one of the pianos that’s been set up.

Jungkook is playing and it comes to you that the sweet piano music you’d been hearing for the last ten minutes has actually come from him. His hands, so large compared to Soyeon’s, dance across the keys elegantly and produce the kind of music you could only wish you could do. Chungha pauses next to you to watch the show and you laugh softly, leaning into her as you nod towards Soyeon.

“Oh yeah, they’re definitely gonna get together. She’s got literal heart eyes going on right now.” Chungha snorts in amusement, nodding before walking over to them both and breaking up their little music session. Jungkook appears to be oblivious to your best friend’s sudden infatuation with him and gives Chungha a polite smile as he makes small talk with her but you’re not.

Walking alongside Soyeon, you peer at her for a moment and take in the way her eyes are bright with happiness and the gentle smile on her face. Giggling you push her with your shoulder until she’s looking at you in expectation.

“So...Jungkook.” You keep the words quiet in case Jungkook happens to have better hearing than you’d expected but it still causes her cheeks to blush a sweet, rose gold. Grinning, you turn around and walk backwards as you take the rare chance of being able to tease her about a potential relationship.

Normally, she’s already in a relationship before you even find out anything given how much she enjoys dating. But for the first time since you were in college, you were getting to see her in the midst of a crush.

“He’s nice. Very nice.” She says softly, the smile on her face matching her tone and you want to coo at her. But you can’t because Jungkook and Chungha have paused for you both to catch up to them. So instead, you leave her with one final comment.

“He is. And he’s very handsome. Hoseok says he’s a good guy so you should go for it.” With that, you stride forward to have a talk with the man in question. Looking up at him, he’s taller and broader than you, you give him a bright smile before holding up the bag with the player in it.

“Think he’ll like it? He’s been saying for a while he wants some vinyl records and I told his parents I’d get him the player. They’re getting him some records for it to start him off.” Jungkook peers into the bag, having a closer look at the vinyl player you’d bought before nodding in approval.

“I think he’ll like it. And that’s perfect because now I can buy him some records too. Any idea what his parents are getting him?” He asks curiously and you hum, frowning as you try to recall what his mom had told you on the phone.

“I think...a bunch of Iron Maiden records and one or two Metallica?” Pausing for a moment, you nod firmly. “Yeah, those two.”

“Sweet. There’s a store that sells records near here, are you okay if we go there and I can get him something as well? I know the perfect record for him.” His eyes are wide with excitement and you can’t help but grin at how sparkly they seem to be. Yeah, he would definitely make a good boyfriend with Soyeon.

“You know, I think I’ve realised a flaw in my present plans.” You muse to yourself, linking arms with Chungha when she sidles up next to you. A questioning noise comes from Jungkook and you look at him with a self-deprecating smile.

“I don’t really like a lot of the music he loves so I’m just making a rod for my own back here, aren’t I?” That gets a laugh from them all and you pout in an overly dramatically manner. For a moment, you consider how easily Jungkook seems to fit into your little friend group and how much you actually enjoy interacting with him.

You’ll openly admit to being a little awkward and stilted with some of Hoseok’s friends still, but you imagined that would change with time. The easy camaraderie between you all makes you miss Hoseok though, even though you knew there was no way he could have come with you.

“Well, you can buy records too. I mean, I know it’s his but if it’s in your place...I think they probably do records for the stuff you like.” Jungkook laughs and you can’t help but snort at the evil look in his eyes. Despite how sweet and innocent he often appeared, you knew from Hoseok that Jungkook, along with Jimin, was quite capable of coming up with some of the best pranks.

Best depending on your point of view obviously.

“Okay, no. I’ll be nice. It’s his player so he can play what he wants. Though he’d probably let me. Did you know I managed to get him to sit through an entire Taylor Swift album the other day? He looked comatose by the end.” Giggling, you remember the memory fondly while Soyeon scoffs on your other side.

“You don’t even like Taylor Swift.”

“Wrong. Well, kinda wrong. I like some of her songs. But on the whole, yeah, not a huge fan. That’s why it was funny because his reaction when he figured out I’d just put it on to make him whine.” Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to laugh loudly, the sound amusing on its own while he wrinkles his nose in pure amusement.

“Oh, you are evil. I love it. I definitely approve of you.” Rolling your eyes at how enthused he sounds about your prank on your boyfriend, you smile at Soyeon as she shakes her head in resigned bemusement. She should get used to this if she wants to try anything with the grad student because it’ll probably be a lot worse for her.

Idly, as you all continued to walk to the store Jungkook wanted to visit and made plans for dinner at a local pizzeria, you wondered if Hoseok would be amenable to your matchmaking skills. He obviously knew Jungkook far better than you so you resolved to ask him about it tonight. Maybe you could rope him into helping you get them both together.

Though he may just do that thing where he sighs at you fondly and just goes along with whatever you say. You’d suggest it to him and see what happens. Either way, you get the feeling that the group of single guys in Hoseok’s friendship circle would be dropping once more soon enough.

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Indivisible: Part 3

Poe Dameron x reader? Finn x reader? Finn x Poe?

Summary: Finn is your wonderful boyfriend, and Poe is your wonderful best friend. But when Poe begins to look at you differently, you wonder if there’s another way to arrange the pieces of your heart to make it whole.

Time for the fated movie night, everyone! It’s a date!

Part one: here two: here

Author’s note: We’ve had Poe’s POV, and reader’s POV, now we get Finn’s. And of course, I got carried away with Finn and so this is by far the longest of all four parts. I think this is pretty darn cute, so I hope you like it. Finn is a precious, anxious bean in this, I’m soft and can’t deal. Also my first time writing a Finn POV, let me know how I did!

Word count: 4.5k ish

Warnings: TEEN rating for pretty suggestive and steamy themes but nothing explicit. SO MUCH FLUFF tbh.

STUNNING GIF by @horrorgay, which, could this gif be more perfect for this chapter, I-

“I am calm!”, Finn insists to Bb-8 as he fumbles with the cushions and blankets he’s arranged and rearranged a number of times already.

Bb-8 rolls the dome of his head and, somehow, makes binary sound indignant as he responds to Finn, pointing out that if he was calm, that his heart rate wouldn’t be reading so high now, would it?

“Has anyone ever told you you’re too sassy for an astromech? You can tell exactly who your dad is, droid.”

Bb-8 beeps again as Finn crouches to compulsively shuffle cushions around, trying to make everything just right.

“I’m not sweating! You’re sweating!” Finn defends weakly, wiping his (sweaty) brow with the back of his hand.

Bb-8 beeps more softly this time, and Finn looks over at the droid with hopeful eyes as he fans out a blanket.

“You really think the room looks good?” The small rec room is nothing special, but Finn has done his best to set out a cosy, makeshift seating area on the floor opposite the holoscreen, replacing the scattered and stiff tables and chairs with something more befitting a movie night. Snapped light sticks scattered here and there deliver an ambient glow to the room too.

Finn gulps, starting to wonder if it’s all a little too… romantic, as Bb-8 delivers his animated reply. Still, he lies across the soft furnishings to test it out, nodding to himself in satisfaction as he discovers that his improvised floor couch is pretty damn comfy, actually.

“Ok, I know you didn’t say it looks good, Beebs- I know you said logically laid out, but that still means a lot, my round friend.”

Finn’s eyes scan around the space, grateful for the reassurance, and trying to use the moment to muster a deep, calming breath.

Finn is renowned for panicking. But he’s not entirely sure why he’s quite so panicked about the prospect of movie night with you and Poe. And he’s somewhat reluctant to pull at that thread. Finn has managed to survive most of the terrifying situations he’s found himself in via a lot of big talk and bluster (and a lot of heart), but tonight, he’s filled with a nervous energy that he can’t shake. A nervous energy which has had him pacing the floor, and apparently rearranging cushions a bunch.

Even though you’ve made it abundantly clear to Finn, time and again, that you care deeply for him, Finn has only recently stopped being nervous around you. He’s starting to understand -after you gently pointed it out to him- that he has a people-pleasing streak; probably something to do with the fact that he’s never really had any people to call his… not until the Resistance. And now that he does, not only is he very eager to impress and to be liked, he’s also terrified that you’ll unmask him as unworthy. Finn just can’t quite see just how special he really is, and he thinks you’re amazing, so he’s a little terrified that he’ll lose you, if he’s honest. A little disbelieving, albeit proud, that he has you at all.

There’s also a second, more shrouded reason that Finn is nervous. One that he’s less inclined to admit to. The reason on the end of that string that he doesn’t want to pull on. Poe Dameron is coming to the movie night. Finn is good friends with Poe. It’s not unusual that Finn and Poe forged such an instant, intense attachment. The man had named Finn, for kriff’s sake. The man had been the first one to see him. Really see him. He’d saved his life. Yet, for all Finn admires Poe, the thing that is really making Finn nervous about him coming along? Poe Dameron is hella cute, and he can’t help thinking with the addition of each fluffed cushion and softly shining light stick, that this seemed awfully like a… date.

And, dates? You guessed it- they made Finn nervous.

With that thought, and the spike of guilt which follows the realisation, and the fear that he’s a terrible boyfriend and that he’s going to lose you, the nerves churn in Finn’s stomach all over again. He doesn’t have time to deal with them, however, as you and Poe burst through the door at that moment, causing Finn to spring to his feet.

You boot the door open first, your arms full with snacks boosted from the supply store (using those “commander privileges”), and Poe follows, similarly laden, but with the addition of a big bag of Greedos chips clasped in between his teeth.

Finn notices that you’ve both changed out of your flight suits (Finn will never understand how you make that outfit look so good) and into your comfy Resistance pyjamas- variations on plain tees and shorts, matching Finn’s own attire.

“Hey, sexy!”, you greet Finn, and when you dip your head to press a soft kiss on Finn’s cheek a huge swathe of his nervousness evaporates. “The room looks great! This is so cosy, babe!” You’re like a calming wave of relief, and Finn’s eyes dance happily over you in your cute little shorts. He likes seeing you with your legs on display.

“Hey, sexy!”, Poe echoes around the bag of chips in his mouth with an accompanying pump of his eyebrows, his eyes glinting mischievously. Ok, Finn’s nervousness skyrockets right back up again. Especially when you complain about Poe’s spit being on the bag and Finn knows that should definitely gross him out but that it definitely doesn’t.

Still, Finn gathers himself, as you and Poe dance around unloading and decanting snacks and drinks and getting the holomovie set-up. You buzz around Finn, moving from place to place, and your hand circles his sturdy waist whenever you need to wheel around him. Finn doesn’t pick-up on how automatically you touch him, just wanting to be in contact. He just notices the way you interact with Poe as you busy about, communicating in that shorthand you two have - something which Finn remains just a little envious of. You two barely need to say full words -never mind full sentences- to one another to communicate. You’ve spent so much time together that everything is effortless. That’s yet another reason Finn is nervous about this. He tries so hard to be the perfect boyfriend for you (and he doesn’t need to try), but he feels like Poe could be so much better for you. He knows it’s irrational, and it comes from his insecurity, but he can’t help but be a little… jealous, on ocassion.

Finn adds that thought to his cycling, growing list of Things to Worry About, and prepares to settle down before the makeshift screening area. Too late to back-out now, he supposes. Plus, this setting is definitely romantic enough that he doesn’t fancy leaving you and Poe alone here. He trusts you; he really does. He just doesn’t trust his own thoughts and would rather spare himself the mental torture.

Finn is about to plonk himself down next to you on the makeshift couch of sorts, when you halt him with a palm on his ass, pushing him back to standing.

“I promised Poe he could be in the middle. That ok, babe?” You wink up at Finn and he reluctantly agrees, plonking himself on the other side of Poe instead. He doesn’t want you to think he’s clingy, after all, so he tries his best to be Super Chill Finn as he takes his position.

Once Finn is seated beside Poe, you dish out some bowls of snacks. Seeing what you’ve bagged, Finn excitedly leans forward and talks across Poe to you. “You got popcorn, baby? Oh damn, I love you!”

You lean similarly forward to talk across the pilot, however, your jaw drops, and, from your reaction, Finn clocks the words that just left his mouth. Ohhhh boyyy. Finn does; he loves you, but he hasn’t said it to you out loud yet. And it’s somehow plainly obvious that he didn’t mean it only in relation to the popcorn.

It could and should be awkward with Poe sandwiched between the two of you, but, weirdly, Finn is thankful that he’s there to relieve the tension, because Finn is a feeling a little out of his depth here, and Poe always knows what to say to make people feel calm. You can rely on Poe to fill silences, that’s a given.

“Is that the first time you’ve said that?”, Poe asks, not shy about wading in, and flicking his head between the both of your apprehensive faces. Poe obnoxiously munches on his popcorn in the middle of you both, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Cute.”, he grins, stuffing more cloud-like snacks into his mouth. “Honoured to be present for this beautiful moment. Not ruining it am I?” he breezes, munching down as loudly as possible on another handful. As neither of you speak, Poe continues to fill the gaps. “I don’t even need the movie to watch with you two here - this is great entertainment.” , he adds, around another succession of crunching.

Poe then exclaims an “ow!” as if you’ve just elbowed him in the ribs, less than subtly. You probably have.

“I love you too, Finn.”, you respond, finally, and Finn swears his heart might radiate out of his chest like daybreak over the horizon. You certainly are his sunshine, and there’s no denying that.

If Finn isn’t mistaken, a little sadness pools in Poe’s eyes at your words, a liquid, hazy glow like moonshine. Finn feels empathy for the pilot. He certainly wouldn’t wish loneliness on anyone. He knows too much about what it’s like. Still, Poe’s reaction confirms a suspicion that Finn has long harboured- that Poe wanted a little more from you than he lets on. Or a lot more, maybe.

Regardless, Poe continues bravely on with his bluster, like a bigshot. Finn knows all about bluster.

“Do you two wanna kiss? Just pretend I’m not here, you can lean over me if you like. I’ve had worse views.”

“That’s a hard nope!” Finn quickly responds, growing flustered, and keen not to put himself in any more situations which might make him nervous. Leaning across Poe Dameron’s lap certainly falls in that category.

You agree to just stick the movie on, and you all snuggle down together under the liberal blankets, getting comfy. Finn smiles softly as the movie starts playing, and Poe’s commentary on literally everything that happens begins. It transpires that you’ve selected a horror for the viewing, and it seems that Poe is already feeling creeped out just a short amount of time into watching.

Finn smiles softly. That’s ok. Horror movies are one thing he knows he can handle without panicking. Finally, there’s something!

Finn casts his eyes over to you fondly as you noisily munch on your popcorn and cackle, partly at the faux gore of the movie, and partly because Poe jumps out of his skin at the sight of a holo-skeleton emerging abruptly from out of the screen.

Ah, that’s right. Finn seems to remember that Poe really doesn’t like bones.

“You’re heartless.” Poe scolds as you laugh at him, and Finn notes that the pilot has clamped his hand down on to your thigh, purely out of instinct. When Poe does that, suddenly you don’t seem to find anything quite as funny, and he can almost see the breath catch in your chest as you glance down at his hand there. Finn doesn’t spike at the sight like he might have expected though, the observation simply flows through him and is gone.

“You won’t find any sympathy with that one. Completely ruthless.” Finn confirms with a smirk. “Don’t worry, though. Big, strong Finn will protect you from the skeletons.”. Yeah. Horror film? Pah. Finn’s got this.

At that, when the next jumpy moment comes around, Poe throws his head into Finn’s chest -out of instinct-, shielding his eyes from the onslaught, shuddering against him as a chill runs down his spine. Finn tips his head back in an open-mouthed laugh, chuckling warmly at the usually fearless pilot, but he slips his arm around Poe without thinking -out of instinct- and clasps him close.

Poe continues to muffle complaints into Finn’s chest, peeking at the screen at intervals. “Ugh, I really don’t like it.” Poe complains, but he’s laughing intermittently through his jitters, as are you. With the appearance of a giant skull on the screen, Poe draws his knees up to his chest and is practically sitting on Finn’s lap.

“Bravest pilot in the Resistance, everyone.”, you announce, laughing fondly at your friend and patting him soothingly on the back, Finn infers, from the sound of some percussive taps. “Sorry, I honestly didn’t remember the skeletons. Hilarious as this is, shall we fast-forward for you?” you offer.

“No way. I’ve got this.” Poe insists, even though his head is still buried into Finn’s chest.

Speaking of that.

Ohhhh boyyyy, Finn is panicking again. He feels frozen. He can’t bring himself to unhook his arm from around Poe. He certainly can’t bring himself to pull him any closer, even though… he wants to?

Finn feels like his heart is beating so hard that Poe must surely be able to feel it through his chest. So hard that surely you must be able to hear it, even from where you’re sat. Surely? What’s worse, is that Poe’s divinely soft curls are brushing up under his chin, so close that Finn can smell his kriffing shampoo. And, oh boy, it smells good. What’s more, Poe’s warm, steady palm is resting on Finn’s chest, the weight of it there through the rise and fall of his breath as the pilot remains nestled there. If Bb-8 comes at him with some kinda comment about his heart rate right now, he swears…

“I hate you, Sunshine. Why did you choose this movie?” Poe moans into Finn’s chest, the pilot’s curls still tickling his jawline, his breath warm through the thin fabric of his tee. Finn squirms uncomfortably in his seat, feeling out of his depth, not for the first time this evening.

When he realises his predicament, Finn gulps and helplessly looks over to you. You notice the movement in your periphery and look away from the screen toward your boyfriend. And then you are examining Finn’s face steadily, watching all of this unfold, and the two of you exchange a meaningful glance without words. Maybe you two do have your own unique form of shorthand after all. Finn feels like you can see through him, because if there’s one thing Finn is bad at, it’s lying. Especially with you, Finn is an open-book. He wants it that way, sometimes even when it’s to his detriment. And so, he can barely even make a thin attempt to conceal it. In fact, Finn feels like he’s transmitting his feelings for Poe like a flare, for all present to see.

The longer you stare at Finn, the more he feels his face becomes laden with… apology. He definitely doesn’t want to lose the best thing that ever happened to him. That’s you, by the way. If Finn is reading this right though, if his instincts are right, you’re not mad. In fact, if he’s reading this right, you… want this too?

“Maybe we wanted an excuse to snuggle you.”, you suggest, in answer to Poe’s question, your eyes still steady on Finn as you raise a suggestive eyebrow, and settle your hand on top of his where it rests on the pilot’s shoulder, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

When Finn’s voice comes out next it is high-pitched. “Can I talk to you over there for a second?”. If he wasn’t before, he’s definitely sweating now.

You excuse yourself from Poe momentarily as Finn extricates himself and shuffles you over to the corner, under the guise of something or other. Poe’s light complaints remain audible in the background as the movie continues rolling, and Finn sees that at least he’s still chatting away to Beebs, the droid wobbling away excitably as the events on screen, hopefully drowning out the conversation about to unfold.

“What are you up to?” Finn asks you outright, coming at you way more offensively than intended. “You’re being damn sketchy, and I need to know what’s-“. Don’t they say that offence is the best form of defence?

You interrupt with a gentle, knowing smile and a caress of your palm to the side of Finn’s face, countering his rising panic with softness, like you’ve gotten so good at doing. “I know how you feel about me, Finn. I also know you like him.” You say straight, speaking plainly and slowly, and Finn pinches his full lips together. Still, he can’t bring himself to deny it. He can’t lie to you. Couldn’t possibly.

“Baby...”, he begins, grappling for words he doesn’t know how to find. Finn had spent so long with no-one, no-one at all to call his, and suddenly he felt like he had two people he wanted to belong to. What were the chances of them both wanting the same thing as well? He didn’t want to lose you over this. Not ever, not over anything, in fact.

“It’s ok.”, you reassure. “I... I like him too.” You nibble on your lip with your admission, as if unsure of how this might go down. Still, your eyes remain calm and steady, and something in them communicates a… good feeling to Finn. Although you’re admitting this, it doesn’t feel like you’re moving further away from him. If anything, Finn’s never felt you closer. It’s like he’s finally seeing the truth of you, feeling the Force slip through you freely, along its true path, without kinks or tangles. Love, free to gain momentum. To flow.

Finn examines your eyes for tricks or hidden agendas but finds you as honest and as straightforward as ever, looking at him with the full force of your love. He interrupts your train of thought with the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip. “-You’re deadass?”

“Serious.” you promise, with a bob of your head. “So... I’m sorry about the shitty timing of this conversation- I didn’t know Poe was practically going to jump into your lap- but, if he wanted to...” you ask, interlocking your fingers into Finn’s and tipping your head subtly back towards Poe “...which I’m pretty confident he does, by the way… Do you want to?”

Finn searches your eyes again, and when he gulps at that thought, he sees you backpedal. “No pressure, no rush.”

Finn frowns, seeking to get this exactly right. “You mean, like… me and him and you?” He swallows thickly.

You grip on to his hands more tightly. “I mean, like, all three of us.”. There’s something about your phrasing compared to Finn’s that just hits different. Like you’re not separate points on a triangle, but all part of one single shape.

Suddenly, strangely, Finn is as calm as he’s ever felt. For a moment, it’s as though everything in the galaxy has aligned. He smooths his thumbs over your hand where he holds you. He nods his head in response and you echo the certainty in his eyes. “Hell to the yes.”, he says with conviction, and, as he plants the softest, most loving kiss to your lips, both your faces split into broad grins.

“Guys!” Poe’s voice cuts through the room, and Finn and you both spin towards him in sync, anticipating another complaint about skeletons.

That’s not what you get. Nowhere near.

“If you’re gonna make-out can you at least include me, already?” Poe says with a wayward smirk, one arm folded elaborately behind his head, and the other continuing to shuttle popcorn into his smug mouth.

He looks with amusement between Finn’s confused face and yours, his pretty eyes half-lidded.

“Forgettin’ I have a droid with super hearing, huh? Whisper about banging me at your peril.” Poe sets the popcorn aside and folds both of his arms behind his head now, looking between you both sweetly. Hungrily. The suggestive quirk of his eyebrow which follows, as an invitation, is almost too much for Finn to handle. Is this really about to happen?

Finn grips your hand for reassurance (his own reassurance, no point trying to disguise it). Finn isn’t afraid to show vulnerability, after all. He’s pleased, though, when you supply a firm squeeze to his now sweaty palm in return.

Making his farewells, Bb-8 takes his definite cue to roll the hell out of the room, before he sees things he’d have to request a data wipe for. The droid skedaddles, and then it really is just the three of you.

The three of you.

“Wait, you heard that? And you’re ok with this?”, Finn asks Poe in auto-disbelief.

Poe simply continues to languish, dramatically kicking off his blanket and revealing him laid out in his pyjama shorts and tee. Looking pretty damn appealing in them too, especially as the tee rides up his tan torso, revealing a light trail of hair heading down beneath his shorts. Those thick thighs stretched out in front of him. “Do your worst. I’m all yours.”, he announces. “And yours.”

You and Finn both notice Poe’s pyjama shorts tenting at the same moment, even before he does. When he follows the direction of your eyes, he looks down at himself almost apologetically. Almost.

You grin, and Finn sees your eyes seethe with lust. “Mmm. Maybe we can help you with that, Poe Dameron. Finn? What do you think?”

“Hell to the yes.”, Finn enthuses, as you both pad across to the makeshift seating area… which is now suddenly looking a lot like a makeshift bed to Finn’s eyes. Guess he did do with a good job with the room after all.

You exchange a heated, conspiratorial look with Finn before your eyes converge on Poe.

“Oh oh!”, Poe says, but the devious grin which spreads on his face suggests he’s gonna love every bit of what he’s in for, his eyes darkening with desire as you and Finn move to him in tandem.

Finn watches you drop to your knees on the blankets and crawl to Poe’s side, your eyes blazing like suns and his soft like moonlight. He hesitates before coming towards you both, simply to drink in the beauty of this for a moment, marvelling at you two as if you’re planets the galaxy has caught in its net, each trying to find something to orbit. Planets now finally slotting into their rightful trajectory amongst the stars. Finding their place.

Finn takes up his position to the other side of Poe, and he could easily become nervous. But you and Poe each take one of his hands, and he feels entirely safe, especially as the pilot’s eyes fall on him, and then you, soft and warm as he speaks in that rich, smooth tone of his. “Nothing happens that you don’t want, ‘kay? You want it to stop, we stop. How about we start this slow?”

“I understand.”. Finn’s voice is calm and certain, gathering conviction. He trusts both of you, and he knows exactly where he wants this to start. “Do you want to kiss Poe, baby?”, he suggests to you, and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip before you respond with a breathy, unhinged “Yes.”

“Kiss him then.”, Finn encourages, a gentle, reassuring squeeze to your hand before he releases you. Knowing that you’re not going anywhere. Not getting any further away from him, only closer.

“Yeah? Can I kiss you?”, Poe asks you expectantly, as your gaze melds with his, locking-on like a starship caught by gravity. A gulp trails down his throat as you respond, voice hollowed out by how full with emotion you are.

“Yeah, you can kiss me, Poe.”

And, as soon as he has confirmation, Poe’s hands come to your hips and he abruptly and easily drags you onto his lap, your folded legs finding their place either side of his torso, your arms flying around his neck as his sudden motion knocks you off balance. Your momentum carries you through, enough that your foreheads are almost touching, your head hovering slightly above his. Poe’s strong, secure arms circle you as you straddle him, your butt seated comfortably on top of him, where his bare thighs press hot on yours.

If he pulled you to him abruptly, held you to him instantly, his lips seem to take an eternity to find yours, your stunted breaths mingling in the tight space between one another. His head tips up to you achingly slowly as your breath hitches, hands clinging desperately to one another, so many years of friendship about to collapse in on itself; not to die, but to emerge in a supernova. Poe’s lips hover, then brush feather light over yours at first, as if he has waited so long for this that he has forgotten how to do anything but wait. His tongue probes next, sliding experimentally along your bottom lip, your hands fisting in each other’s shirts as your mouth parts to grant him access.

The full kiss which blooms next is a certainly an explosion. An impassioned, tender, hungry press of lips and fingers winding in hair and hips writhing against one another as tongues mingle wildly and bodies embrace. This is a kiss fuelled by emotion, where desire suddenly learns to becomes physicality. Where souls so connected grasp to translate the language they’ve spoken together for so long into their bodies. Where you and Poe rewrite your practiced shorthand and speak to one another in a new tongue.

You break, breathless, and your eyes filled with tears. Poe looks up at you, eyes shining similarly, his brow furrowing in concern as he sees the emotion evident. Still, he doesn’t have to ask if you’re good, even as a tear rolls down your cheek, because it is accompanied by a broad smile, just like sunshine, the rays of it warming him all the way to his bones. (But he doesn’t want to think about bones.)

Smiling, still holding each other, you lean your foreheads together and swivel your gaze towards Finn.

“Oh damn, that’s was… beautiful.”, Finn expresses softly, emotion glinting in his eyes too.

You reach a palm out to Finn’s cheek again, drinking-in the sight of him in the low light as if you are blown away by him. “Your eyes look like Starshine, baby.”

Sunshine, Moonshine, and Starshine.

Yeah, that could work, Finn thinks. That could definitely work, alright.

Finn’s smile beams back at you. “Also, that was hot. Damn hot. Oh damn.”

You laugh warmly and happily, the sound lilting over both Poe and Finn’s.

You look down at Poe as he delivers a gentle hum, and proceeds in an equally gentle yet chiding tone. “Oh, Finn. Honey. There’s so much more where that came from.”

Poe looks at Finn ravenously, and you shift obligingly off of the pilot’s lap so he can move to him, with a look in his eyes which tells you the parting will be short lived.

Both men come to stand on their knees, pressing their bodies together, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. Poe deliberately winds his hand around the nape of Finn’s neck and grips him firmly there as asks the same, breathy question he had to you. “Can I kiss you?”.

Finn responds keenly, affirmatively, and Poe dives in, the kiss sinking all the way through Finn just like moonshine, warming and blazing all the way to the pit of him until he feels like a shooting star has trailed right through his body and left its tailing glow behind. Before too long, Finn feels your weight shifting on the makeshift bed too as his mouth continues to moves hungrily against Poe’s. Finn and Poe break as you rise from your position, coming to press your chest against Poe’s back and hooking your head over his shoulder as your arms circle your two boys.

Poe looks made-up to be sandwiched in between the two of you, Finn notices, before he leans over the pilot’s shoulder to kiss you just as hungrily. In fact, Poe looks positively delighted to be smack bang in the middle of your togetherness. Between you, but not as a barrier.

Poe practically growls as the wet, delicate smacks of yours and Finn’s tongues and lips working against each other filter straight into the shell of his ear. He groans deliciously as you add light hums of satisfaction, the kiss expanding outward, like the galaxy, to engulf him too. “If you two keep making those delicious noises in my ear than you’re going to get me excited.”

Finn breaks from you to smile at Poe, gently pressing his hips forward, up against the pilot’s arousal. “You mean this isn’t you excited already?”, Finn grins, with a tick of his eyebrow.

“Just warming up, Starshine.”, Poe purrs, eyes half-moons from beneath his long lashes.

Finn beams at the new nickname, his chest shaking lightly with a deep, rumbling laughter as he trails his lips over Poe’s in a kiss once again. As lips meld once more, Finn realises that while some people may search for their other half, he had been searching for his two-thirds. He has found two people he wants to belong to, to have belong to him. And now that he has found them, he feels entirely complete.

After so long with no-one, if anyone deserves two someones it has to be Finn. And his heart is certainly big enough to love this much. He’s been waiting a long time for somewhere to put all the love he saved up, while he was in that place where nobody loved anything. Now, it’s finally overflowing.

The three of you dissolve into one another, feeling like you’re on to something good. Something very good indeed.

To be continued (concluding part up next)

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w2hazbin · 5 years

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What makes Alastor so darn charming.

There is something very charming about bad guy characters, especially in cartoons. We learn to like them even though they are a threat to the actual hero of the show and we feel possibly a tiny bit bad about them getting defeated.

But in Hazbin Hotel, we get a bad guy who is on the heroes’ side due to shared interest, meaning that we don’t have to worry about who we should root for.

That is one of the many things that makes it so easy to fall in love with the Radio Demon who is most likely the most popular character in the show about the princess of Hell trying to redeem sinners.

What else makes this character so darn charming?

For starters, he is cheerfully evil.

Alastor doesn’t hide the fact that he is an evil piece of shit to win someone’s trust. In fact, he revels in letting others know how much of a bastard he is. The very first thing he says when he meets Charlie is that he enjoyed watching her make an ass of herself on live television AND that he thought that the stock-marked crash in 1929 was hilarious. But Alastor doesn’t have to let you think that he might not be such a bad guy. He WANTS you to know that he is the absolute worst, which is exactly the reason to why you would want him in your corner. So he has no restrains, he walks and talks as if he owns the place and treats people around him as he please with little to no respect. He is so much of a prick that you simply HAVE to love him:)

What I think make Alastor unique as a powerful demon character is the fact that he is old, but not ancient. See, Alastor has been in Hell since the 30s(roughly 80 years) which is a long time. But not really that long when you are a POWERFUL demon. Then you would expect him to be from the medieval period or at least the 19th century. So he is a relatively “young” demon who still has the status of overlord.

So Alastor is not ancient as such, but he is still of age since he is named after a piece of technology that still exists but is hardly used anymore; the radio. He has a radio theme with his easy to recognize voice as well as his microphone cane and even his fancy suit has elements of an old-timey radio. It could be argued that his monocle is part of the radio look since noises can be heard when he adjust it, as if he adjusts the button on an old radio. And the fact that he is so elegantly dressed gives him a retro feel that is to die for.

And let us not forget his smile.

Alastor is always smiling. Usually his smile is cartoonish and goes from one ear to the other. It is his philosophy that smiling is a sign of strength since you that way can look confident and possibly hide “weak” feelings such as anger, fear and such. His smile is an important part of his fun design, and he smiles in more than one way that can even give us a slight impression of what he might actually feel at specific moments.

But his smile can also be rather unnerving, downright creepy or intimidating. You can do a lot with a character who only smile since there are smiles and then there are smiles.

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spawn0fsatan · 4 years

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Under the Stars

JJ Maybank x Reader

You find a lonely JJ on the beach late at night. See what comes next... Angsty with a dash of fluff.

I stand a little ways away from the big crowd in the center of the kegger that I’m currently attending, holding my red solo cup of beer close to my chest with my arms crossed. Honestly, parties weren’t really my thing, but hanging out with my friends (who dragged me here) apparently is my thing so here I am, all alone at a party. I guess that’s where I fit in the Kook world, the buzzkill friend who’s dragged to parties.

“Gosh darn it,” I mutter as I see my best friend, Ruby, (aka my ride home) macking on some random touron. Great, that’s just what I need, to walk home from a party I don’t wanna be at. Sighing and grumbling incoherent curses at my luck, I take off my sandals and start walking down the beach trying to get away from the scene I want to escape.

My peaceful, aimless walk down and around away from the Boneyard is great and everything until I hear a feminine voice yell-

“JJ STOP IT!”

Why can’t I just avoid people?

There’s three people about fifteen, maybe twenty feet away from me. One girl and two boys. How nice. Given I don’t wanna go back towards the Boneyard and I definitely don’t wanna get myself involved in whatever the heck is goin on over there, I make the best decision I possibly can.

I plop myself down right where I’m standing, not really caring about the sand getting all over my clothes, stare up at the brilliant starry sky and just wait for whoever it is to just get done arguing.

They continue to argue for a few more minutes until two of the said people storm off towards me. I close my eyes quick as I can and pretend to be asleep as they pass by me so I don’t seem like a snoop. They seem to not even pay me any mind as they stomp past, the girl grumbling about how this “JJ” has been so unreasonable for the past month, and the boy trying (and failing) to calm her down.

It doesn’t surprise me that I wasn’t noticed, avoiding social interaction whenever possible is my forte.

I get up after a few minutes and shake my hair to get rid of at least some of the sand. I continue my walk down the beach up until I’m a few feet away from who I assume is JJ. He’s sat down, hunched over his knees that are brought up to his chest and seems to be crying.

“U-uhm, hello?” I softly say. He jumps and looks up at me, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uh, hi?” He coughs then looks back at the ocean.

“Do you mind if I sit?” I ask after a few seconds.

“It’s a free country,” he sniffs. So I sit down next to him.

“I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

“Why do you care?” He snaps, his head whipping around to face me.

Ok, jeez, who pissed in his Cheerios?

“Oh I don’t know,” I huff and roll my eyes, “maybe because I was walking down the beach and stumbled upon this guy who’s crying. And I, like most other decent people, thought I should try and help.”

“I don’t need your pity.” He grumbles and turns back to the ocean. His blonde hair is moved a bit to the side by a slight breeze while my own h/c hair is blown straight into my face. I immediately push my hair back out of my face.

“Are you always this friendly to people?” He just turns and glares at me. I widen my eyes and turn to the crashing waves. “Jeez, it was a joke. Lighten up, laugh a little, I hear it’s good for ya.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re a Kook,” he scoffs.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I inquire, turning back to him, offended by his statement.

“It means that you, probably a Kook Princess, have most likely had your life handed to you on a silver platter,” he spits, there’s venom in his words, “That you have probably never had to worry about where your next meal is coming from or when you’re going to have power after a hurricane. You have no worries and the perfect life up on fancy Figure 8.

“While people on The Cut don’t have those things. We have to work two jobs just to survive. We’re always blamed for the shit Kooks do within the blink of an eye. So I’m so sorry I don’t want to spill my heart out to you, Princess.”

I run my tongue over my teeth and look down at the sand. I hate that he pretty much summed up most of my life while also lugging me into the same category as Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.

“How presumptuous of you,” I manage to whisper out as I drag my finger numbly through the sand beside my knee.

“What?”

“I said how presumptuous of you,” I repeat louder. “You probably think I’m a bitch huh?”

“If the shoe fits,” he sarcastically says with a half-assed shrug.

“Would a bitch want to come see what’s wrong and comfort you?” I fume, glaring daggers right at his striking blue eyes. He looks taken aback by this. He holds my gaze for a few moments with widened, shocked eyes until I huff and go to stand up, “whatever, this was stupid anyway-“

“JJ!” He exclaims and grabs my wrist to stop me. I look at him questioningly. “My name- my name is JJ.” He says getting quieter towards the end and looking down at the sand. I smile triumphantly (even though I’m still kinda frustrated with him) and drop back down next to him.

“Now we’re gettin somewhere,” I remark and he rolls his eyes.

“I guess,” he chuckles.

“So!” I turn my body to face him as he raises an eyebrow at me. “What is bothering a handsome boy like you?”

“Oh,” his face drops and he avoids eye contact. “It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit, you were literally crying,” I deadpan. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” he breathes. After a few seconds I motion for him to continue and he complies. “My home life- uh- isn’t really the best, my best friend is lost at sea, and I feel like my other friends want nothing to do with me.”

“What do you mean?” I ask incredulously and make an overly confused face at him.

“I just- they’re together now and it feels like they don’t need me. Or even want me.” My heart breaks as he says this.

So, I make the best decision I possibly can.

I hug him.

He stiffens in surprise at first, but then he crumbles into my arms. His face goes to the crook of my neck and his arms go around my waist. He pulls back after a few minutes.

“I uh,” he says as he picks his head up to face me once again, ”Sorry about- uh-“

“It’s fine,” I reply, his arms are still around my waist and mine have moved up to his shoulders. “Hey uhm, were those your friends that were storming away earlier?”

“Huh?” He looks so confused.

“Uhm, there were two people walking away from you right before I came over here-“

“You saw that?”

“Uh- I didn’t mean to snoop or anything, that girl was being pretty loud,” I rush out as I feel my cheeks heating up.

“Her name’s Kiara, or Kie for short. And the guy is Pope.”

“Ohhhhh, ok,” I nod I understanding. “I think you’re wrong by the way.”

“About what?” He asks, obviously clueless to how much his friends care about him.

“It seems that your friends care about you a lot. I mean, you don’t get that frustrated over someone unless you really care about them.”

“Thanks Y/n,” he smiles.

“Anytime, also. May I offer you some advice?”

“Do I really have a choice?” He asks flatly, cocking his head to the side.

“Nope!” I say popping the p.

“Fire away then Princess,” he shakes his head. The nickname isn’t filled with venom as he says it this time and it makes my cheeks flush once again. I mean, honestly. Who wouldn’t want to be called princess by such a cute guy?

“You should talk to your friends, they probably won’t know how you’re feeling unless you say anything.”

He nods his head, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks.”

“No problem,” I reply. I then check my phone and decide I should probably get home so my parents won’t get mad. “I should actually probably get going.” I state, untangling myself from JJ and standing up. He stands as well.

“Ah, ok,” he responds, rubbing the back of his neck and looking off to the side.

“Although, I would like to hear how everything goes with your friends, so, wanna grab lunch or something tomorrow?” He turns to me in genuine surprise. “Uh, or if you don’t want to-“

“I’d love to,” he cuts me off.

“Sweet, uhm, where do ya wanna meet?”

“How about at The Wreck?” He asks shuffling his feet.

“Sounds great, does 12 work for you?”

“Yup, see ya there Princess,” he answers and walks off.

“Definitely see you there,” I whisper to myself, biting my lip and walking back up the beach. I laugh a little, my heart feeling a little lighter after helping JJ. I can’t wait for lunch tomorrow.

I hum a song as I walk, the stars lighting my way home.

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adashelbysgirlfriend · 4 years

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Falling in love - Michael Gray

weirdly enough i was going through a Michael phase when i got this request so thank you @midwinternightz for making my dreams come true

this isn't a song fic, but if it was, id tag Sweet Creature by Harry Styles because i can imagine Michael being a massive HS stan js - this is your song

Oh god where to begin

i get the feeling that Michael isn't one to make the first move

hes confident but also a bit like cocky? like too arrogant to ask someone out

you start working at the garrison to make a bit of money and Arthur isn't sure about having a young girl behind the bar at first but you're such a hit

everyone just loves you, especially Jonny dogs

he loves you a bit TOO much

but you can hold your own and aren't afraid to break up a fight or two

seeing the peaky boys daily, you're working at their watering hole after all

you catch Michaels eye but he's just too gosh darn cool to admit it

Hes probably the one you speak to least, i feel like all the other peaky juniors are much more talkative

but boy does he LOVE drinking so you slowly but surely begin to get more comfortable with him

you're the chatty one

i feel like he just sits and listens to you most of the time

you're not even sure if he's listening tbh

but he starts to stay later, you notice he's still there at close, sitting at the bar nursing the rest of his whisky

and he will listen to you talk about the day

or what youre gonna do with your day off

or just listen in on you and Harry chatting about Arthur

he's surprised by how much he likes your voice

he offers to walk you home one night and this starts to become a regular thing

Arthur was usually the one to walk you home, but when he couldn't make it for whatever reason he would call Finn up to do it

because he kinda wanted to see you too together

hes considerably pissed off when he sees Michael waiting for you outside instead of his brother

“what’re you doing’ ere”

“im making sure Y/N gets home okay, like you do every night”

“exactly so bugger off!”

he lets you leave with him but only because Arthur has a masterplan in mind for getting you and Finn married

he tries to get Polly and Ada involved

“so you want me to stop my son from seeing his female friend because...?”

“’cause he's getting in the way”

“ah right, and why is that?”

“’cause i like her with Finn better”

hes ADMINT and he won't rest until he's got you on his arm and he's walking you down the aisle to Finn

nobody quite understands why Arthur is so invested in you and Finn being an item, and god bless him he's not gonna get his way

everyone else thinks you and Michael have a good ying and Yang thing going on

but not Arthur

and he will continue to try and convince them all of this

you're goods friends by this point

Michael has a angsty side that only you take seriously

you don't make him feel like his problems are mundane like the rest of his family

he comes to you over Polly and she knows this

she's probably a bit jealous, she's its got her son back after all

and now he'd rather speak to some barmaid over his own blood?

but Polly likes you a lot, and so she doesn't make your life hell like should would any other girl she felt was taking what was hers

Michael is a serious guy, but you bring out the fun side of him

which makes his presence more bearable for everyone involved

Michael only realises he's actually interested in you when he starts to notice all the male attention you get and how much it bothers him

you're a pretty girl, and everyone knows the way to these mens hearts is through cheap beer or Scottish whisky

naturally, you're the apple of most garrison goers eyes

jealous michael is a grumpy michael

Polly rolling her eyes at this behaviour

“if you want her you have to tell her, Michael, she's not a mind reader”

he can't lie though, he's a little bit worried you don't see him that way

you've been friends for a good while by this point and he's worried he's too stuck in the friendzone to ever get back out of it

so he tries to buy you expensive things

which is very confusing to you

“Y/N, have you ever wanted a horse?”

like seriously

wtf

when those hints hit flat he tries to plan the best date ever

hes convinced this night will single-handedly bring him out of the friend zone forever

taking you to the most expensive wine bar in London and tasting all the fine drinks of the upper class

its all vile

who even likes wine?

you can't even swallow most of it in a ladylike way

you also can't stop laughing at how ridiculous it all is

Michael gets angry and flustered because his fool proof plan some how did not work? but how could this be

“lets just go” him storming out and you following, now giggling at how ridiculously serious he was

catching up to him and convincing him to come down the cut with you

grabbing a few bottles of beer from the back of the Garrison and taking them up with you

sitting by the water under the starts and laughing about what a sham the day has been

“i just wanted it to be the perfect dat- day”

whoops

smooth Michael isn't so effective after a few beers

trying to explain that you're not one of those fancy girls who needs to be spoken to with money and expensive things,

“i just want honesty Michael”

“okay well i really like you and i really want to take you on more dates please”

drunk Michael is a very honest michael

agreeing to more dates with him

doing all the stuff young teen lovers do

you keep him humble, while he shows you just how much you deserve

knowing the Michael everyone else sees, but falling in love with the real him

the country boy who has big dreams and wants to see change in the world

hes a leader, but so are you

you're both fiery, so it takes a while to work out how to coexist together

teaching Michael the importance of family loyalty because he's not got non season 5 michael I'm looking at you wtf is going on my dude sort your shit

he is so LOYAL TO YOU

wants to have a big family in the country with you

he talks about having kids all the time

he also believes in the importance of marriage

he knows he wants you and you only, i imagine he's excited to put a ring on it but he also is okay with waiting until he knows for sure you're just as into it as him

helping him over the scars of his childhood and whatever happened in the orphanage

he scares a lot of deep personal shit with you that makes you extremely angry

you have dreams of killing that priest with your bare hands at least once a week

Polly wouldn't be happy with anyone else being with her son, you are the only girl who has ever reached her impeccably high standards and she is always there for you; because you're her daughter in her eyes now - even before you two marry

Convinving Michael to be a dog person

he'd do anything for you

you're not just his lover, you're his best friend and his whole heart. Michael has never found another soul he felt he could share all his thoughts with until you, and he knows there will be no one else after you

#michael gray #michael shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder imagine #michael gray headcanons #michael grey #michael grey imagine #peaky blinder headcanon

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sourbat · 4 years

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Hammertooth 43!

pool

Why I can’t have these two act normal in a darn pool?

With permission from Abigail, Magnus was allotted a brief visit during the holiday, and granted permission to enter some of the more obscure rooms in Mordhaus, albeit with Toki and at least two other klokateers to accompany him. With winter quickly approaching, it was only natural Toki would want to show off the many privileges affronted to a member of Dethklok, and took him past the sauna, to the neighboring indoor pool with its heated flooring, tanning corner and blood-red jacuzzi.

Unfortunately, Abigail failed to bring this up with the rest of Dethklok, and once Nathan mentioned the desire to take a swim, the band quickly followed suit. It was supposed to be a day of fun filled pool shenanigans, but then Nathan swung open the doubled doors, and the band was welcomed to the less than pleasing sight of Magnus and Toki at the edge of the pool, locked in a suggestive embrace. Murderface coughed loudly as the band made their entrance, alerting the two of their presence. Skwisgaar averted staring at the two as they sank deeper into the temperature controlled water before effectively parting. From there, a silent agreement was arranged between the two groups, with each keeping to their respective sides for as long as possible, and engaging in as little intermingling as possible.

The terms of agreement proved far more difficult than imagined.

Nathan wanted to do laps, but Toki achieved the impossible and had Magnus floating besides him, dipping into the warm waters to swim after a playful splash or jettison of water spewed from his clenched palms. Their pattern, though limited to one side of the pool, was so random and distracting, and the acoustics made every laugh, squeal and giggle more grating on the mind. A few splashes from Magnus hitting Nathan’s cheek was all it took for him to recline further into the deeper side of the pool, sink and angrily mull over the entire situation.

Pickles drank. He had planned to drink anyways, but figured he’d at least get a few minutes of exercise in, maybe challenge Nate and the guys to some water freeze tag, but was sure he saw someone’s hands in the other guy’s swim trunks, and wasn’t willing to take the risk. He huddled under a UV lamp, letting Klokateers fan and turn him around every few minutes to slow the unavoidable burn, only glancing in the direction of the pool whenever he heard Toki cry. His empathy was rewarded with the unsightly image of Magnus snatching Toki in the shallow water, legs kicking up and creating a massive wet scene. A second yielded Toki being pulled into the water, only to come up again with Magnus in his arms. By the third, Pickles figured he could get by if Toki actually did drown because watching Toki part Magnus’ sopping hair from his face, only to have a short jet of water spat at him, was the goddamn dumbest shit ever.

Skwisgaar and Murderface took to the jacuzzi, which was farthest from the two, and made the occasional glance rare, though both did pick up on the occasional gross remark about who looked best “soaked.”

Then the two grew bored of swimming.

“Come on, Magnus!” Toki complained, yanking Magnus from the water.

“Finally, I shought they’d never leave,” Murderface muttered under a hushed voice.

“Goods, now we cans swims without seeinks them all overs each others.”

The two eyed the deep end, spotted Nathan at the very bottom of the lapping water, and left the jacuzzi to meet with him. After wiping the red dye off their legs, the two headed to their side of the pool and signaled for Nathan to resurface. As he did, Toki led Magnus closer to where Pickles was situated. The three eyed the ensuing scene, thankful that Pickles was either too drunk or asleep to give a damn about the two, but still curious to see what Toki had in store for the older man. Magnus had never been one to easily slip into a public pool, and now Toki had him under the world’s fanciest and largest tanning bed.

“Come on, gets a load of this,” Toki said, skipping ahead of Magnus to snatch up a klokateer with towels, another holding a tray of fancy looking bottles.

“Careful,” Magnus called after him. “I don’t want you slipping.”

“Will be fines!”

Magnus caught up and took him by the hand. “Toke, slow down.”

Skwisgaar’s jaw slacked. “Dids he just–”

Murderface slammed a calm against his head. “Toke?”

Nathan said nothing. It was less the unoriginal nickname that bothered him, and more the way Magnus had said it. The guy sounded so… concerned.

Their shared distress and the ensuing drop in volume meant the three couldn’t pick up on whatever was shared next, but eventually the two found a spot a few chairs away from a roasting Pickles. Murderface made sure to remind the others that Toki and Magnus’ hands remained locked the duration of the walk, to which both Nathan and Skwisgaar grunted a reply.

“Here, relax over heres!” Toki proclaimed, leading them to a few chairs situated under the fluorescent UV lighting. He gestured to some standing klokateers

Toki placed a towel on the seat and, with an exaggerated gesture, offered it to Magnus. “Fors you,” he said, face brightening with red that all three could detect from the edge of the pool.

“Why, thank you,” Magnus said, chuckling as he sat himself down.

“No problems.” Toki hovered over him, made a single glance at the klokateer who carried the tray of bottles, and called him over. Toki surveyed the containers of oils and lotions, picked the one that smelled the sweetest, then ordered that the lights underneath him and Magnus be brought down a “levels or twos.”

Toki knelt over Magnus. “Turns around,” he said, resting a hand on the man’s chest.

“Mhmm.”

Nathan’s eyes slowly went agape as Magnus rested on his stomach, back exposed to the hot glow above. And then to his, Skwisgaar and Murderface’s horror, Toki carefully situated himself down on that very same seat Magnus occupied.

“No fucking way,” Nathan muttered.

There was no way Toki was going to oil Magnus Hammersmith’s back.

But Toki continued to adjust himself on the lounge chair, hoisting one of his slender legs over Magnus and crawling up the man’s contours before settling on top of his upper thighs. Magnus emitted a soft groan, one only Toki could register, but the shudder of his legs was visible to their distant onlookers.

“Thinks they ams still watchins,” Toki muttered as he pressed his palms into the curve of Magnus’ lower back.

Another groan, this one detectable by the band. Even Pickles stirred in his seat.

“So?” Magnus grunted through an exhale. “They’re fucking adults.”

“No swearins.”

“Sorry.” Magnus sighed another complaint as Toki’s thumbs pressed into his spin. “Just ignore them… or, y’know, look ‘em straight in the eyes when they do.”

“Okays.” Satisfied, Toki picked up the bottle. “Lets me know if ams being roughs.”

Magnus opened his eyes, turned his head as far as he could, and just barely caught the three musicians ogling them. He snickered. “What was the safety word again? Cinnamon?”

That woke Pickles up from his sleep.

The words sent a haunting shiver down the backs of each member. Murderface made another cough, louder this time, but Toki had already uncorked the bottle and was pouring a healthy glob of scented essential oils into his cupped palm. Nathan brought a hand to cover his mouth when Toki leaned forward, back arching and rear coming to a rise as he applied a healthy coating all over Magnus’ back. Toki rolled his thumbs into Magnus’ back, warming the oil with his hands the constant heat supplied above, and it wasn’t long before all three heard what was undeniably the sound of Magnus moaning. Skwisgaar snapped a finger, calling forward a klokateer holding his guitar. He kept his eyes steady on the strings, refusing to rise and witness the affectionate scene unfolding before him.

“You ams very tight. Need to relax mores,” Toki said, bringing his hands up Magnus’ back.

“I can think of a few ideas.”

A finger pressed into a knot, and Magnus gasped a sharp sigh.

Pickles turned on his side, wincing through tight, burned skin, and caught Toki providing Magnus one of the most sensual massages an idiot like Toki could manage. He lowered his glasses, mouth parting wide at Magnus’ toes curling inwards right as Toki pushed his weight into a particularly stiff muscle. Then came the dreaded, needy whine, and Toki stopped to whisper something low that Pickles could not hear, but definitely witnessed with less than subtle body language that Toki just happened to accidentally show off as he reclined.

The three caught Pickles’ mortified expression and turned to one another.

Murderface glanced at the exit. “Maybe we should…”

“Leave?” Nathan stated, eyes glued to Toki working Magnus’ tight shoulder. Another audible hiss from Magnus sent a troubling sensation down his stomach. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

Still strumming his guitar, Skwisgaar nervously looked over to the other side of the pool at Pickles. The poor guy glanced back at the three, pointed helplessly at the two who were in the processing of turning the massage into a whole new game, and stuck out his bottom lip in a defeated pout.

“Whats about Pickle?”

“What about Picklesh?” Murderface parroted, then snapped a finger for some servants to cover him in his robes. “I’m getting outghta here before they shtart fucking.”

“You donts think?”

“I mean, how many times have we done it in front of each other?” Nathan muttered, and the question was more than enough to determine that they had at best, a minute or two before Toki finally made…whatever moves Toki had in his arsenal. The three bolted, leaving their personals behind for some servant to pick up after them. First was Murderface, then Skwisgaar second, and finally Nathan, who, despite being so affected, made one final eye roll before vanishing into Mordhaus’ halls.

“Uhh,” Pickles uttered, voice on the incline as Magnus turned and pulled Toki into a slippery hold.

“Well, would you look at that,” Magnus declared, a smile stretching into an alert grin as Toki’s oily hands slid down his chest. “We’ve scared them off.”

“Oh, we cans go plays in the water likes we dids before.” Toki pointed to the now-empty pool.

“I mean, I got you where I want you right now,” Magnus said, wrapping his arms tighter around Toki. He kissed Toki’s jaw. “And it’s pretty warm here…”

“Ams very warm.”

There came a giggle, a hand reaching for the oil, and the sounds of Toki squirming and pleading to be set free, only for Magnus to pull him back into his long, clingy grip. Magnus turned over Toki, popped open the bottle, and as Toki yelped for help, Pickles stumbled off his chair, tripping over his steps as he winced and swore his way out of the pool area.

#thank you #hammertooth #magtok #toki wartooth #magnus hammersmith #ficlet ask thing #hints of citrus in the air

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it’s nothing funny just to talk (p. 1)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

More Jolex on your timeline because y’all seemed to love what I posted before! Also I’ve posted this whole piece on AO3 as well so it might look familiar.

this idea came to me in a fever dream and i am not sorry that y'all have to deal with it. 99% of this fic will be in "texting" format, so be prepared for that.

Jo is regular Alex is italics

Saturday 11:04 PM

heeeeey is thiss doctor evil?

I gotta say ur phone sex namee needs sum weerk

u soud like a comic book village

fuck

village

VILLAIN

Who the hell is this? And how did you get my number?

i’m just a girl at thee bar!!!!

Joe’s Bar?

noooooo

i’m at enerlad city bar

You didn’t answer my question.

u asked a quesitoon?

whata was it?

i’m goos at takifjg tests

How’d you get my number?

it qas in the bathrooom!!!

it said “for a good tiem txt dr evil spawne”

so I did

I am ready to havee fun

You’re drunk, obviously, and I’m going to have to kill Cristina for putting my number up.

ooooooh is thatt ur girleifnd?

hirlefiend

girlfriend**

Wow you’re really gone. And hell no, she’s my roommate. One of them.

ooooh how many do u hav

roomees not girlfriends

Three. Two girls and a dude.

intereeesting...

well it’s tome for fireball shoots

steph is yeeling at me 4 txting too much

goodbey doctor eviel apawn!!

Oh lord. Tell Steph you need water. Or an IV.

I’ve got her. she’s throwing up on her shoes. thanks doctor. - steph

Sunday 10:11 AM

You know you’re pretty funny, Bar Girl.

jesus christ what fucking time is it?!

10 AM

I’m assuming you have a massive hangover.

hold on I can’t hear you over the sound of me vomiting

TMI as the kids say these days.

what’re you a grandpa or something??

No I just don’t know how to use text lingo. Except WTF. I know that one very well.

quick question

who the fuck are you?

Dr. Evil Spawn. You found my name graffitied in the bathroom of Emerald City Bar.

holy shit

I thought I dreamed that... WHAT THE FUCK

Nope. I’m real.

holy shit i’m so sorry

my texts were so annoying

Who hurt you? I mean you were shitfaced, I’m assuming someone broke your heart into tiny pieces.

the opposite actually, I was at a bachelorette party

not mine, i’m so single it hurts

Ahhh that makes sense. So you got shitfaced in solidarity?

exactly you get it

you seem like you’d be the DD at a bachelorette party

Well seeing as I’m a dude I don’t do Bachelorette parties.

Well I did go to one, but that’s a different story.

hmmm you seem like a very interesting man doctor evil spawn

going to bachelorette parties, living with women who aren’t your girlfriend

OMG ARE YOU DATING THE GUY YOU LIVE WITH?!

George? No absolutely not. And before you ask, my other girl roommate is gay.

so you’re single?

i’m only asking so when you murder me the police have as much information as possible

Haha very funny. I would be a terrible murderer.

you didn’t answer my question

Fine. Yes I’m single.

i’ll note that in the “serial killer file” i’m building

gotta go, I have to do work :/

Have fun, don’t die.

Sunday 8:38 PM

Arizona is trying to set me up on a blind date.

who’s arizona?

My gay roommate. She wants me to meet this “bubbly blonde” she knows from her pilates class.

ahhhh. why don’t you go?

Bubbly blonde is not my type. Sounds like she’ll spend the whole date talking about how much she loves dogs or her knitting hobby.

Plus she does pilates, that tells me more than enough.

you’re making some good points. I don’t pity you.

You better not. How was work?

the longest day of my life

it was just paperwork, I don’t actually work on the weekends

What do you do?

hmmmm that’s exactly what a serial killer would say

i’m an elementary school teacher

Oh so you sing and dance and paint pictures all day?

what school did you go to?

were working on multiplication tables and basic photosynthesis tomorrow

Wow that sounds like a lot.

it’s may, ive got three weeks of school left so I have to cram all the crap we didn’t cover into these last few weeks

Ahhh that sounds more accurate.

and what do you do?

besides text strangers that you don’t know

I’m a pediatrician.

oh so you make kids cry and wipe snotty noses all day? two can play at that game

Well we both have to deal with snotty noses sooo...

I GET IT!! Doctor Evil Spawn!!

why evil spawn though?

I wasn’t this nice when I started med school. My personality is an acquired taste.

ha! that’s a funny joke.

so if you’re a fancy schmancy doctor why do you live with three other people?

I’m only a resident, not making the big bucks yet. Everyone else is a doctor too.

are they all pediatricians?

No. Arizona is too but Cristina is a cardiologist and George is a trauma specialist.

interesting!! I too live with my coworkers. it’s not fun.

the table is always covered in craft supplies.

Well I can never read the grocery list on the fridge. Stupid doctors script...

oh that’s a classic. you’re pretty funny Dr. Evil Spawn

Thanks Bar Girl.

I gotta go. monday tomorrow and you know how fourth graders can be. night!!

Night .

Monday 9:47 AM

there’s not enough coffee in the world for monday mornings.

Monday 10:52 AM

Sorry I was yelling at the interns. We have a decent coffee cart here. Keeps me alive. Are you texting in class?

no it was recess

now they’re at spanish class

i’m not totally irresponsible

Oh good to know the future of America is in good hands. Teacher Princess is “not totally irresponsible”

teacher princess?

Well, Cinderella lost her shoe, you puked on yours. Same thing.

wooooooooow

that was so uncalled for...

I thought it was funny. Gotta go set a broken arm.

broken arm vs. adverbs... can we switch? have fun lol

Monday 3:26 PM

I don’t even think I know what an adverb is.

how did you become a doctor??

Don’t need to know adverbs to fix a couple broken bones and snuffy noses.

oh darn I should’ve gone to school for seven more years then

Haha. How were the adverbs?

better than expected, grading papers while I wait for my roomies to be done

we carpool, saving the environment and shit

Okay Eco Warrior.

you text like a 60 year old man

you’re not a 60 year old man are you?

No I’m a 28 year old man though

28 a doctor and you’re single? your personality must be worse than you described

I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to settle down. And I have no desire to.

yet you have time to text a complete stranger?

hmmmm interesting...

Ouch, that one hurt Princess.

steph is making me socialize with the other teachers

if I don’t respond, they killed me or dragged me to an essential oil party

Hahahaha

Monday 5:18 PM

Did you get roped into a pyramid scheme?

nooo but therew as wine

I should sotp drunk texting you so often

It makes your presence that much more entertaining. And bearable.

woah woah dude

i’m a gem

I can tell. Elementary school teacher with a heart of gold.

awwww your too sweet tome

It’s a Monday. Who the hell gets drunk on a Monday?

teachers

we deserve it

You’re a teacher and you’re single and still going to Bachelorette parties. You’re what, 23?

i’m 25 and i’m doing greta thanks you very nuch

cnat believe that i’m supplying my perosnal info to a serial killer

What makes you so sure that I’m a mass murderer?

ur weird nickname and ur intimate knowledge of the himan body

Mmm yes well a good amount of women do find themselves screaming around me often. Or under me. On top of me...

omg are you sending me dirty jokes

you’re crazy

What can I say.

Gotta go, I’m on call tonight. Get to bed safe, Bar Princess.

mmmkay thanks Doc

Wednesday 11:29 AM

What do you think is worse: School lunch or hospital food?

hospital food, no doubt

thursday is mac and cheese day here... I could bathe in that stuff

We have Spaghetti Wednesday but that’s the only good thing here.

mmm how depressing

the teachers do a pot luck once a month and that’s always good

the art teacher next door to me makes the BEST blueberry muffins.

Lucky. All I get here is vending machine cookies. Anything interesting happening in the elementary world?

a first grader got lice last week so naturally we all have it now

I had to chop off six inches of my hair

Holy crap. Lice can be vicious, be thankful you didn’t have to shave your head.

it feels like I did, my hair hasn’t been above my shoulders since the backstreet boys were still touring

Wow. I’m glad to know you’re well cultured.

of course I am

gotta go, kids are back from music class

Don’t be too hard on them, they deserve a break every once in awhile.

Thursday 3:06 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jenna you forgot your lunch pail. Have a good day!”

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Peters. I didn’t grade Henry’s test yet, I’ll have it tomorrow. Thanks bye!”

“Helloooo?”

“Steph I gotta grab my things, I’ll be there in a seco- oh shit. Hello?”

“Bar Princess?”

“Doctor Evil Spawn? I must’ve butt dialed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay I... I don’t mind the interruption. Are you leaving work?”

“Just about, we’re wrapping up the solar system and I have to bring home the diorama.”

“I was never good at the models, I prefer working with the real thing.”

“Oh ho, a man that works with his hands. I can appreciate that.”

“You know now we’re officially talking and we still don’t know each other’s names.”

“Well around here I’m Miss Wilson, but you can call me Jo.”

“Jo. Hmm I like chicks with dudes names. I’m Dr. Karev but you can call me Alex.”

“Well nice to kinda meet you Alex. I’ll talk to you soon, I gotta get out of here.”

“Talk to you later.”

Thursday 4:34 PM

I wouldn’t mind if you were my teacher.

how did I know you’d send me something along those lines

I’m predictable. I’m still calling you Bar Princess.

as you wish doctor evil spawn

I get to assist on a surgery today. Tonsillectomy.

like removing tonsils? that’s awesome

for you, not for the kid

Oh she’ll be fine, she gets ice cream and jello for a week.

okay yeah I might be jealous of her now

id love to be off work for a week and have you waiting on me hand and foot

the ice cream is a nice bonus

You think that’s my job?

well you said you aren’t making the big bucks yet so.... yeah

Keep dreaming. I’ll talk to you later, gotta scrub in.

have fun!!!!

#jolex #jolex fanfic #jolex fanfiction #jo karev #jo wilson #jo wilson karev #alex karev #alternate universe #jolex fic #jo x alex #greys anatomy #greys fanfic #INFJTT #nina writes

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Relic Keepers: Awakening of the Red Lily (Chapter 3) - Original Fiction

AN: Now that I’ve finished my other short story, I can focus entirely on this massive project fully. And yes, it’s going to be a large project. Likely to be somewhere over 100k. How much is unknown. And honestly it doesn’t matter. I’m having fun with this. And I hope you’ll enjoy reading, also~

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Chapter 3:

Eishirou had little experience being out in the fields. Being Professor Chryses’s apprentice and adopted son, that was likely to come as a surprise. But Jacob was protective of him, he being the one to have raised him since he was just a child. He had heard many a tale of Jacob’s adventures and exploits. Even so, he wasn’t fully prepared for that sense of awe and peacefulness of leaving the bustling academy and stepping into a lush, unknown forest.

He was sure that while he was looking at their surroundings in fascination, those with him were scanning the area of any and all threats.

There were times where the egos of Elites frustrated him, but he was grateful for their presence nevertheless. They afforded him and other researchers the ability to simply look around in wonder. To look for things of interest instead of just threats.

He was also grateful that though the foliage around them was full and lush, darn near impenetrable, there were naturally formed pathways for them to use. Well, they were more like tunnels due to the spiralling roots of the trees and tall branches creating a thick canopy above their heads.

The green leafy shelter above them was so dense that only about half of the sun’s rays slipped through. Still bright enough to see, obviously. But it did cast their surroundings in shadows. And it also indicated that it would be best for them to leave long before sunset so they wouldn’t have to trek back through in complete darkness.

Eishirou was pulled from his silent observations when Zayne stepped in his line of sight. He stayed to the left of him, his gaze continuously scanning the brush and shrubbery around them.

“It’s denser than I had anticipated,” he commented as a light frown tugged at his lips. “Are you sure we’re not going to get lost?”

Valid question.

Eishirou pointed toward the Jacob, specifically the device in his hand. “That handy little gadget automatically maps the area. Or more specifically, maps the surrounding area where you step. The only way to get a fully accurate map is to walk the entire area. Fortunately, we’re not doing that today.”

Zayne simply nodded, seemingly satisfied with the reply. He kept scanning the area with his eyes, though. Despite all their advances in technology, they still hadn’t discovered a reliable way to detect ShadowDwellers. They were as different and as vast as the humans themselves. Sometimes there were warnings of their approach, as electronic malfunctioning. Sometimes they were a complete surprise, not knowing they were right behind until they attacked.

There was also little known about ShadowDwellers in general. They didn’t necessarily exist in a physical sense. When they are defeated, they turn into a dark mist and just vaporise from existence. Hard to do any research on something that flickered from existence entirely.

He didn’t even want to think about attempt to experiment on an alive ShadowDweller. That would be way too dangerous.

They continued to move silently, only the sound of their feet shuffling and crunching against the dry leaves that carpeted the forest floor.

As they moved through a fork in the road, choosing the left path, Eishirou hoped that Jacob’s map was functioning properly. As pretty and cleansing as the foliage was, he still didn’t fancy staying out at night. Not with ShadowDwellers crawling around. Though, Jacob had an uncanny sense of direction, so even if the map malfunction, there was a good chance he would still lead them out with little effort.

After a few more minutes of hiking, they finally reached a surprisingly large clearing within the forest. However, equally surprising, the canopy was as full above their heads.

“This is the place,” Jacob announced.

Eishirou spent a moment just looking around at the clearing as the other members of their expedition team set out the tools and equipment they would need. While the large clearing was unusual, with the level ground and barely any wildflowers, it was the pile of stones located at the very centre of the clearing that caught his immediate attention.

The crumbled stones were a more vivid red than the photos had shown. Especially within the lush greenery around them. It was likely that the stones, rather the large stone tablet, was brought in from elsewhere and placed there.

Why? Well, that was something he needed to find out.

“Set out for patrol,” Ernesta began to issue commands to her team again. “Zayne; the northern side of the camp. Rinka, Leon; the southern side. I will take the west. Tatsu, the east.”

“Back to staring at trees,” Zayne grumbled.

Unfortunately, that was what usually occurred during bodyguard missions. A few Elites actually resented these types of assignments. They had much better things to do than to indulge those weak little Passives on their little treasure hunt.

Yeah. He had heard that a few times, unfortunately.

“Now, no whining,” Eishirou decided to make light of the situation. Hopefully, at least. “I’ll tell you all about the discoveries later.”

Zayne ran a hand through his hand and roughly scratched the back of his neck. “Ah, alright. I’ll hold you to that.”

Zayne seemed to be genuinely interested in what they were excavating. His teammate, Leon, appeared surprise by that curiosity, too.

“Hm?” he made a noise of surprise. “Going to hang out later?”

“He’s my roommate,” Zayne returned with a careless shrug.

Eishirou, however, winced in anticipation of the surprised, perhaps even pure displeasure from his new teammates. And he didn’t have to wait long.

“Roommate?” Tatsu repeated incredulously, though his tone was rather disinterested. “Curious. Why are you allowing them to degrade you by forcing you to room with a Passive?”

Zayne frowned as he idly rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s a Medic, too. Doesn’t one negate the other?”

Tatsu’s eyes narrowed a fraction, though his expression remained stoic. It was clear thought that he couldn’t rightfully answer that. Again, proof that the Academy Hierarchy was stupid. So, instead he retorted with something else; “You must limit your time with Passives. They are in no way anywhere near our league. Elites, like us, have our roles. And Passives, like him, has his. It’s important for you to realise that.”

“Bit hard to avoid your roommate,” Zayne snorted. Seemingly unimpressed.

Tatsu narrowed his eyes further, seemingly ready to snap back a retort or two. But was thankfully interrupted by Ernesta, who reiterated her orders in a sterner tone. Eishirou tried his best to ignore that short exchange. It wasn’t anything new. He knew his place; stay in the background while Elites shine on centre stage. It had been that way for years.

Zayne was sure to learn the Academy Hierarchy soon enough.

Unfortunately.

Shaking his head to clear it, Eishirou tugged at his shoulder bag as he moved toward the centre of the clearing. And to the pile of red stones where Jacob stood. Some of the stones had already extracted from the pile, placed upon the grass just like the photos indicated.

Lowering himself to his knees, Eishirou began to carefully inspect the stones. They were of many different sizes, quite heavy, and the width was about thirty centimetres. So, the stone tablet was quite sturdy before it was broken.

How it was broken was a mystery. Though, from the jagged edges of the stones, it wasn’t from simply toppling over. So, someone purposely damaged it. The reason for that could be anything; to keep what was written hidden, by accident, or just for shits and giggles. Vandalism was unfortunately something that had occurred throughout many eras.

“What do you think?” Jacob asked him.

Eishirou picked up to pieces and was able to fit them together rather easily. “Restoring it won’t be a problem, provided that all the parts are accounted for.”

“How large is it?”

Good question.

“Let’s see.”

By laying his hands upon the stones, Eishirou could get a mental image of how something should look like. Specifically, the dimensions of an object. Occasionally, he encountered an object with recordings. Like a video playing in his head, he could get a glimpse of information held within the object. Some videos were detailed, while others were shaky and disjointed.

His Restore skills didn’t allow him to learn every little detail about an object. But enough to pique his interest or push an investigation in a certain direction.

And what the stones before him revealed was that the tablet had once been over seven feet tall. Making up of more stones than they currently had.

“Huh,” he uttered as the pulled back his hand and the recording faded from his mind. “Larger than I thought. I don’t think we have all the pieces.”

“Hm.” Jacob didn’t sound remotely surprised or perturbed. Not having all the materials was something that was common, after all. “Well, best start inspecting the surrounding area.”

Eishirou pushed himself to his feet as Jacob turned to regard two hard labour packers of their group. “You two; lay out a sheet and place all the stone parts upon it separately.”

“You want me to start piecing it together it here?” Eishirou asked as he took a step back, allowing the other workers to do their job. They don’t need him leaning over their shoulders.

Jacob nodded his head as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. “Yes. You work on that while I direct others to search for more materials.”

Eishirou reached into his bag for his archaeological tools. “I can’t fully restore it without all the parts, but I can arrange what we have and show you how much is left to find.” He turned to follow the workers moving the stones to a more suitable location and waved a hand over his shoulder. “Good luck.”

Dropping his bag to the ground but keeping it close, Eishirou crouched down as he began to carefully sort through the red stones. Moving rocks wasn’t how he had expected to spend his day, and he was fairly certain that he was going to get a sore muscle or two out of this exercise. But it wouldn’t be the first time.

He decided to first outline the estimated size of the tablet. And from there, it was much like a jig-saw puzzle; pick out the stones that made up the boarder and then fill in the middle by grouping together the stones that fitted with each other.

Hmm…strange. The stones that made up the outer boundary seemed to be all accounted for. And most of the inner stones were missing. The stones that held most of the writings. A little odd.

The words that were on the remnants they had didn’t make much sense.

Humanity…illuminating light…lily…

Hopefully, when they find the rest of the stones it would start to make sense.

“Eishirou!” Jacob’s voice pulled Eishirou’s musings. “When you’re free, there’s something I want you to inspect.”

“Hm?” he lifted his head and looked over in Jacob’s direction. “Find something else?”

In the far-right hand edge of the clearing, Jacob nodded his head. “Right. It’s a wooden chest. Has no sign that it is connected to the tablet, but a discovery is a discovery regardless.”

Wooden chest, huh? Would make things interesting if it was an ancient treasure chest.

“Sure, just give me a minute.”

Just let him document the stones he had gathered and their relationship to each other. Photos definitely help him keep track of him.

As Eishirou snapped a couple of quick photos, he heard footsteps moving in his direction. He looked up, half expecting Jacob to be standing there. Instead he found Zayne who’s own gaze was directed toward the stone remnants.

“This is that tablet thing from your notes?” he asked.

Eishirou nodded as he set up for another photo. “Parts of it at least. What’s the area like?”

“Dense and quiet for the most part,” Zayne answered nonchalantly. Honestly sounding rather bored. “No sign of ShadowDwellers so far.”

“Good.” Eishirou sent Zayne a quick smile as he finished another photo. “Still, better be ready to pack up right quick.”

“Can you read the writing?” Zayne unexpectedly asked, his tilted to the side in curiosity.

“Hm, some of it,” Eishirou answered honestly, before he scrunched his nose slightly. “Though, it’s a bit…jumbled. It should start to make sense when I restore it.”

“How are you planning on doing that?”

Man, he was full of questions, wasn’t he? Eishirou didn’t mind, though. Better enjoy it while he could before Zayne was enlisted in the Academy Hierarchy.

“It’s a skill that I have, you could say. I’m able to restore anything infused with mana back to its original form. Provided all the parts are accounted.”

“Huh. Sounds useful.” Zayne actually sounded impressed. “What else can you do?

Was he just asking him questions because he was bored? Or was he genuinely interested? Maybe it was just an effort to get to know his new roommate?

“Well, I’m a medic. There’s that.” He already knew that, however. “But I can also pull information from relics and objects that are infused with mana.”

Zayne blinked. “Pull information?”

“Zayne!” Leon called out before Eishirou had a chance to reply. “We need to do another patrol.”

Zayne looked genuinely annoyed, disappointed even. “Ah, alright,” he said as he made to turn to leave.

A loud, high-pitched static noise suddenly resonated around the area. The noise made Eishirou jump and wince at the sound.

Zayne, on the other hand, had a far harsher reaction. He buckled forward, his hands flying up to clasp frantically against his ears. He then began to release this strangled, choked scream. A scream of intense pain.

And he was accompanied by the pained shouts of others.

Eishirou whipped around to frantically look over at everyone else within their expedition group. Literally everyone within the area were desperately clutching their heads, withering and screaming in pain.

“That noise…?”

A disruptive resonance. A sound of a lower frequency. Devastating to Indigo Children.

No…everyone had been compromised! He needed to find the source of the noise before…before someone did something desperate to stop the pain!

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I won’t ask for much (but just this once, I’d like you) 6/10

Meant to get this one up over here a little sooner, but the added time didn’t hurt one bit, and it let me make some more formatting tweaks. I might just keep on tweaking this whole thing forever at this rate.

Oh, and the sunglasses? Entirely unplanned in the initial draft until I caught a reference to a movie that couldn’t be further removed from this or FC5. But I owe that absurd movie so much, considering how important those darn glasses are now in hindsight.

Pairing: Sharky Boshaw x John Seed

Rating: E (but only for Ch. 10, the rest are a solid T) Word Count: 3.2K

Link to AO3!

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10

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Sharky steals a boat. It just happens to be John’s boat, and when it’s damaged along with his boathouse, John proceeds to lay out a means of having Sharky pay him back. [No Cult AU]

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“Still went with that red, huh?”

John set the paint cans down next to him, and glanced up at the boathouse. “If you recall, I had my heart set on red. Back when it was first built I hadn't thought much of it, but…maybe I was a bit more fond of it than I remember.”

“That don't mean you couldn't have changed it.” Sharky pried open the paint can with a spare screwdriver, and handed it off. “Gone for something different, but still memorable. Like orange, or yellow.”

John’s lip curled. “Yellow?”

“Yeah. Banana yellow, or shit, bright purple.”

“I was taking your opinion on this seriously, you know. Up until the word ‘banana’ slipped out.”

“Heh, slipped.” John’s flat look only made Sharky snicker more. “But can you name five things, like well-known landmarks that are yellow?” John opened his mouth, but Sharky didn’t let him finish. “And green’s my go-to, ride-or-die color, but yellow? Two thumbs up.”

“So you say.”

“It’s just the kind of thing that’ll net you a bunch of admirers. Numbers ripe for the picking. ‘Cause it’s, you know. Oozing all of that appeal. Like peel, as in a banana.”

John let out an exasperated groan, and Sharky might’ve punched the air. Maybe harder than intended. “You did not.”

“I did. Don’t think I won’t find a way to do it again. It’s the Boshaw way,” Sharky replied with a wink.

Rolling his eyes, John huffed. “I hate you.”

The two dipped the paint rollers into his chosen red and started spreading it, painting wide red lines over the wood as they took them up the sides from top to bottom. The patches weren’t going to be done in a single coat, but each one streaked. Made Sharky’s job harder for him as he laid the paint on thick, only for John to try and correct him.

His pointed betrayal when the next five strokes didn’t come out just as perfect as he claimed they would had Sharky cracking up on the spot.

“Nobody’s perfect,” he offered, but John kept on trying over and over until he was able to make it work.

It was hot for a late-fall day, though. Or maybe it was just the combination of the sun and the work, but he was sweating. Needing some other way to cool off than the water stashed in the cooler with them, Sharky stepped back, only to catch a view of the river.

Now that was a source guaranteed to cool him off fast.

Taking his shirt off, Sharky mopped his face with it, eyeing the water. Stared at it just long enough for the internal battle in him to be fought and won, and he made his choice.

Balling his shirt up, he took a shot for the table in the distance, and missed it completely. Missed it with his hat afterwards too, but the wind threw him off there; whipped under the hat only to send it flying off elsewhere, and Sharky watched it tumble onto the grass.

John raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Going for a swim.” Undoing his belt, Sharky slid it off and tossed it to the side. “Seriously, the water at this time of year’s gotta be perfect. Just cold enough to shock the system, but not enough to send you straight to the hospital.”

That had John shaking his head at him.

“Guess we’ll agree to disagree here, compadre, but you tell me that ain’t looking the slightest bit nice.”

His pants came off right after, and to John’s credit his eyes didn’t leave his face. “It might.”

“Well, between you and me? Might’ll do just fine,” Sharky said, smirking at him.

Shedding his shoes and socks, he went right for it. Didn’t think anything at all of how cold it was looking to be, and dove into the water. The sharp temperature difference hit almost immediately, making him suck in a breath once he surfaced; the chill of it washing right over him.

But the longer he was out there, the less it bothered him - taking the edge off in just the way he hoped. It was a great feeling, and he kept paddling around close to the pier before noticing that John hadn’t made a move to follow him. Not that he’d expected him to, but that didn’t mean some friendly peer pressure was out.

Sharky reached up to snag the end of the pier and hoisted himself up. Resting on his forearms as John walked to the end to join him, he tapped a fist against the wood.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Hell yeah,” Sharky replied, grinning up at him. “Seriously. You wanna cool off quick? This does it.”

John tapped his fingers on his thigh as he stood there, and actually looked like he was considering it. He crouched down to better talk to him, still more than a few feet higher overall.

“I’ll take your word for it, but I have a feeling you’re just trying to give me a nasty shock.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“Because I can hear your teeth chattering from here.”

Snapping his mouth shut, Sharky rubbed at his lips and tossed a glare John’s way. Then an idea hit. One that had him trying not to grin behind his fingers, and dropped the smile before lowering it.

“Fine, it’s like ten degrees colder than I’d like, but still doable. Just not for longer than like, five minutes at a time. Got a hand for me?” He reached up to John, and he didn’t hesitate to take it. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

Keeping his fingers clasped around his forearm, John tried to help him up, but he stayed put.

“What are you…?”

Shock flashed across John’s face as Sharky pulled hard, yanking him right off the dock and into the water.

The water closed over Sharky’s head. Cut him off from both sound and light, leaving him only to the sound of his breath. His thoughts too, but those never really left him. Not for long, at least.

It was hard to see with what he’d kicked up, but something glinted as it floated down. Something metal, and he snatched up the discarded set of sunglasses before they vanished from sight.

Dropping low, he pushed back up and broke the surface just as a sputtering John did. Coughing, and half-blinded by his hair, John bobbed in place dipping low only when he tried swiping his hair back, and Sharky whooped.

“Badass right? But you know what they say? Ain’t no time like-”

The sharp look in John’s eyes shut him up instantly. Swimming past him, John went straight for shore, and Sharky hesitated only long enough to realize he should’ve been following. He hit land right on John’s heels and watched as he swiped his hair back, drenched to the bone.

“Yo, John, I, um, I’m really sorry. I didn’t think it’d be anything bad or nothing. Just wanted to share a, uh…fuck.”

Turning towards him, John’s expression was perfectly schooled. Calmer than he’d been out on the water, but his eyes didn’t let up, and Sharky was frozen to the spot. He tilted his head, and the motion brought a strip of hair down, moving it out of place only for it to slap him on the nose.

John flinched. Reaching up slowly to glance down at what was held between his fingers, he examined it closely only for his mouth to split into a brilliant grin. Covering it with his hand, he started to laugh, continuing until his entire body was shaking.

“Uh, dude?” Sharky stood there, both of his hands held up in front of him and waited. Waited a beat, then two as John continued, genuinely laughing his way through this almost to the point of tears, and couldn’t keep a nervous smile from creeping in. “You doing okay over there?”

“You didn’t think that through at all, did you?”

Sharky watched him carefully, still not sure if it was safer for him to join in or run. “Think through what now?”

“You wanted to share a what with me?”

“Share a…like, share a good idea.”

Tutting him, John’s grin quickly became a smirk. “I distinctly recall hearing you say something a little more suggestive.”

“Share a good idea, not like share a…oh.”

Oh, he was not fucking serious.

“Th-that’s you thinking that!” Sharky replied, his voice strained, “I just…remember how I said you were a talker? And how I can put both feet in my mouth, and keep on running? Well, that’s what that was! Me running, ‘cept it was my mouth doing it.”

“But that may not have been the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“Uh, wait, what?" Still scrambled, Sharky wasn’t sure at all what thread they were following now.

“The swim.” John straightened his posture, all while trying to brush his hair back into place, and his smirk only grew. “Almost too refreshing in a way, and well worth the cost of doing so.”

Reaching into his pocket, John held up his phone. His very expensive, and now very dead phone, and déjà vu hit Sharky all over again.

“Don’t,” John said, interrupting the rush of thoughts early, “I needed to replace it anyway. Those, however, I’d prefer not to.”

Looking down, Sharky took in the sunglasses clenched in his hand. John’s fancy blue-lensed sunglasses, that had only survived due to a miracle alone.

John gestured towards the sunglasses, and curved a finger to guide him forward. “I’ll take them back now.”

The idea hit before he’d even taken the first step.

One for one so far, his luck was rarely good enough to gamble with repeatedly, but he was feeling good today. Pumped enough from the dive alone, he'd had a chance to see John let loose - really fucking ease off and relax for once - and he'd gladly crash and burn at the chance to have that happen twice.

Sharky held them out only to slip them on, blinking against the sudden wave of blue. “This pair’s mighty nice. Might’ve been eyeing a new pair of glasses myself.”

John narrowed his eyes. “Those are five-hundred-dollar, custom-made, specialty sunglasses.”

“Guess you want them back bad then, don’t you?” Sliding a hand behind his ear, Sharky flicked the sunglasses up and down a few times over his eyes, and didn’t bother hiding the smirk crossing his face, “‘Fraid I’ll mess ‘em up, Johnny boy?”

The nickname got the reaction he’d hoped for. John sharpened the glare until it was made of nothing but intent. That sent a thrill through him; one he was going to ride for all it was worth.

"Well?" Sharky spread his hands wide, and motioned towards himself as he stepped back. “You waiting for an invite or something?”

Then promptly turned and cheezed it towards the woods.

Running through the brush wasn’t the best choice. Doing it without his sneakers wasn't a great option either, but he’d already dedicated himself to seeing this through, and judging from the sound behind him, John was too.

Good. He’d almost be disappointed if he got away.

Ducking into spot by a nearby bush, Sharky glanced around, the shades throwing him off enough to shove them up onto his head, and knew John had the advantage here. He had shoes, could see clearly, and was too stubborn to quit.

It didn’t matter that he was though. So was he, and there was no way he’d give up now with John so close.

Sneaking, though, had never been his forte, and crashing through this, he’d left a good trail to follow. Breaking and snapping everything he could’ve collided with or trudged through along the way, had generated all sorts of noise. Shit, feeling less and less like the Predator and more like one of the guys about to be skinned by it, he settled in and barely held back from slapping dirt onto himself for any form of camo.

Though, wait. Maybe he did have the right idea there. Just grab some mud and branches, tuck in real nice and close to one of these trees with his back to it, facing out so he could see into the forest as a whole. Maybe throw some leaves into it-

Popping up behind him, John’s grin went devious in a snap. “What have we here?”

“Oh, fuck!“

He jumped up only to feel a weight slam into him, taking him down to the ground. John really wasn’t messing around, and he swore to himself as he tried to wriggle out of his hold and crawl away. John’s hands slipped due to his wet skin and his lack of clothes period, but he wasn’t budging. No, he stayed on him, and Sharky mentally upgraded him from stubborn as hell to stubborn as fuck.

He was also busy trying not to think about just how okay John was wrestling a guy in his underwear like this. John was warm up against his back, but that had nothing on the way he was practically panting into his ear. It sent a shiver straight through him, and Sharky hoped like hell this wouldn’t be the time he’d decide to pop a boner.

Because one, awkward. Two, his tighty-whiteys weren’t going to hide shit. And three, John.

John wasn’t supposed to be in the same category as those chicks from the music videos he loved watching, those two ladies that he really wished he’d sealed the deal with a couple of months back, Grace snapping off a shot during Nick’s 4th of July bash, or Mary May.

But here he was, thinking about it, and couldn’t find a solid reason to shoot it down. Well, not as solid a reason as he’d thought, apparently. ‘Cause him not being that into dudes was supposed to cover that, but not even that held as much water as it used to. Not anymore.

Fuck. Fuck his luck.

“Now, now,” John hissed. “It doesn’t do either of us any good if what we’re both seeking ends up breaking. Especially now. Don’t you agree?”

Sharky threw his hands up. “Okay, fine! Fine! Uncle, just…let me flip over so I don’t end up eating dirt while I’m at it.”

The glasses had fallen down over his eyes in the struggle, and when John backed off enough for him to turn over, he found himself staring up at him. Blue on blue, the lenses really didn’t do his eyes justice. Not one bit.

“Do you yield?”

Sharky flipped him off with both hands.

“Now Charlemagne, be reasonable. I don’t think you’re in a position to argue.”

“Look, I could find a position for any occasion.” And under you’s one of them, he thought, biting his tongue. “But uh, we gonna parley this?”

“Parley?” John laughed, “I don’t think there’s much to negotiate here, but if you simply hand them over, perhaps I could be convinced to be merciful.”

He really wished John would shut his mouth. Or say something other than what he’d usually drop, because suddenly finding that hot was becoming a problem. Fast.

Grumbling, Sharky reached for the sunglasses and held them up. “Whatever. Just take ‘em.”

John snapped them up, holding them high before sliding them back onto his head like a small crown. All while wearing every bit of the triumphant smile he expected he would. “Ah, reunited at last.”

“Yeah, yeah. You won, whatever.”

Setting his hand back down to the right of Sharky’s head, John sighed. “You, my friend, never know when to quit.”

“Hey, you’re the one that ran a half-naked dude through the woods, and tackled his ass to the ground over a pair of sunglasses. Classic case of the pot calling the kettle black, yo.”

“Please,” John rolled his eyes, but was smiling warmly, “this was encouraged. Don’t deny it.”

Sharky returned it, liking how it took the edge off of him. It always did, but John usually let it fade fast. Like he’d blink and miss it, and wouldn’t have had any clue he’d done it to begin with.

Not this time. John kept that smile, aiming it right at him, and he couldn’t look away if he tried.

“Who said I was?” Sharky replied, his voice deeper. Rougher.

Opening his mouth to respond, John paused. Let his smile curve into something different as it took on an edge he liked, and waited, watching him back just as closely now.

Sharky heard the leaves move as John shifted, leaning down. But he tuned it all out. Focused only on John as he came within a breath of him, hovering in place as he took in every last detail on his face.

“Prove me wrong then,” John whispered.

So, Sharky did exactly what his gut told him to do. No mind paid at all to the anxious voice in the back of his head running on overdrive, or how hard his heart was pounding in his chest.

Leaning up, he touched his lips to John's.

They were cool. Cool and soft as he held the kiss, not wanting to break it.

Nothing happened at first. Above him, John stayed in place, frozen, but he didn’t withdraw. That’s when it clicked, the actual act sinking in, and John’s eyelids fluttered shut.

Angling his head, his mouth moved against his. Applied more pressure bit by bit, as Sharky breathed in through his nose. It was slow; careful as neither drew back, or wanted air between them.

Sharky reached up for him, placing a hand on his side as John let more of his weight shift onto him. Pulled him closer, focusing on how warm he felt, even through his wet clothes.

And the brush of John’s fingertips along his jaw, got the first real sound out of him. A low moan, almost lost, but not ignored. Not when he felt John’s tongue run along his lips, and opened his mouth to him right after.

“-ohn? Brother John?”

John’s sharp inhale cut through the fog. Going still, he drew back, blue eyes wide open and staring directly at him.

There was a laugh in the distance. It joined the other voices as they called out, one more familiar than the others, and all asked for one person. John.

Staring up at him, up at John, he swallowed hard.

John was off of him soon after. The sunglasses hit the leaves by him, forgotten, and Sharky sat up as John paced a short track away from him.

Scrubbing his hair back, he let out a rough breath. “I have to- Joseph needs me to…” His voice trailed off as he turned towards him. But when their eyes met, there was no mistaking it. The pained look that crossed him, holding fast. “I’m sorry.”

John turned and left, heading off.

Stunned, Sharky sat there for a good five minutes, unmoving. Grabbing the glasses, he considered them for a second, staring off in the direction John went as his stomach twisted. The feeling brewing there digging at him, both hurt and frustrated.

Because he’d known what he’d wanted to happen there. What he’d let himself hope for as John drew close enough to touch, and he’d later drink himself stupid that night by the firepit trying to drown it all out.

He’d always been full of ideas. Both good and bad, with most leaning towards the latter.

So, maybe it wasn’t a surprise at all that he’d wanted to kiss him. It was easily his worst idea yet.

#far cry 5 #sharky boshaw #john seed #john seed/sharky boshaw #fanfiction #FC5 fanfiction #fic: I won't ask for much #fic series: we could make a home out of this

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