#you don’t understand he is so stupid and unpleasant I want to make out with him!!!

[occamstfs]

No Need to Pledge, Just Drink.

Thanks for the Warm Response! Here's a shorter piece - Occam

It’s definitely not normal that they invited me to this party. It was a direct invite too, obviously. I wouldn’t show up unless someone explicitly asked. From what I understand frat parties don’t usually have a guest list, but I am not one to just wander in. 

Judging by how unpleasant this is so far I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have accepted Derek’s invitation at all. I start to look around for the nearest exits which is when Derek finally shows his face, approaching me with two drinks in hand.

“Sup bruh! I’m so stoked you could make it! This party is gonna be absolutely killer soon so I hope you can stick around!”

“Ah, well I was-”

“I brought you a little drink broski! I know shit like this isn’t your cup of tea so I figured you’d take the assist, this stuff’ll loosen you right up.”

I take the cup from him and just avoid wretching from fumes of alcohol coming from the cup now in my hand. I assumed it was just a beer but it looks like some horrible mixed drink.

“It’s Everclear and Hawaiian Punch bro! As soon as you get past the first taste you barely notice the burn!”

He continues to stand there as I fail to brainstorm a way out of at least trying this. I see a potted plant across the room and know my next move. I’ll give the drink one chance to get Derek off my back and dump it as soon as he turns his.

It’s honestly not as bad as I thought it would be, it doesn’t even seem alcoholic actually? It’s just sweet? Almost to a sickly degree. I don’t really taste the punch either, it's just… 

I start to take another sip before noticing that impossibly, my cup is already empty. I only took a sip though? Something, something is not right. I start to freeze up before Derek starts shaking me, his hand holding a second cup of the punch high above his head shouting, “Brooo! You just demolished that! Fuck! I’ve gotta see that again!” He shoves the second cup into my hand and begins to push his way back towards the punch bowl “Everyone outta the way! This nerd has got to have more to drink!”

I watch him longer than I should have, dumbfounded holding this drink that I didn’t want. Don’t want? My vision gets blurry as I watch him maneuver his massive body through the crowd. Woah, I guess this is what alcohol does? I feel myself start to grin watching him struggle to fill a two-liter with whatever that punch is. Jungle juice? Oh Shit? Is he bringing that to me? 

The DJ switches playlists and I feel excitement quickly start to build in my chest. I fuckin’ love this song! I start to inch towards the crowd before I’m elbowed in the face and my glasses fall directly into my cup.

“Hey dude! I need those to fuc- I need those to see” I instinctively shout as I look to see my glasses just peeking out of my cup. Before picking them out though, I notice that my vision is actually better now? Which briefly starts to set my veins afire once more, why have I been going to a fucking optometrist for years I start to think, clenching my jaw before I look closer into my cup.

This alcohol must really be getting to me or Derek is pulling another prank on me or something. My hair looks so stupid up like that. I start to move my hand to fix it before seeing my arm reflected. 

Or is that even my arm? It shouldn’t be? It’s the size of my head. I shouldn't be able to life something that size if I wanted to. I need to get some fresh air, or just some quiet space. I need to get out. I need-

“Party king coming through! Sorry bro I couldn’t get the bottle to fuckin work so I hope two more cups will do” I see two cups clenched in massive hairy, may as well be, paws starting to pass back through the dance floor. My own hand flexes and I drop my drink, spilling it all over my shoes as I bolt to find a bathroom. Cheers of “Party Foul” ring out as I dash, completely ditching my glasses without a second thought.

I weasel my way through the crowd feeling less agile than usual. Finding it much easier to shove these pipsqueaks out of the way than to squeeze between them before I find peace in the second floor restroom, miraculously without a line outside. I don’t question why I suddenly know the layout of this house as I slam the door and take a deep breath. Music still comes through the door as I reach for the light and prepare to look in the mirror.

The haircut was the least of my concerns. I look like a beast as I start to hyperventilate. I feel the music outside the room quicken matching my heartbeat, my newly 20/20 eyes stare into themselves as they turn from blue to a deep brown and visibly lose acuity. I feel my biceps pressing against the sleeves of my t-shirt narrowly avoiding a deliberate flex to rip the shirt apart. 

I notice a stink other than jungle juice coming up from my feet as I feel them beginning to push against the tongue of my shoe. I collapse to the floor and quickly struggle to untie my laces before squeezing my feet out. Immediately apparent are drastically rattier socks than I remember putting on to get ready for this party. Full of holes and stains, I dread knowing whose socks these are and what is happening before recognizing them as my own. Or really they could be any of my bros socks but who cares.

As soon as this thought pushes its way into my head a pit drops into my stomach. I am an only child, I don’t have any bros, or well, I have a house full of bros now right? Getting up off the floor I again glance into the mirror. My jaw is wider, my stubble itches but just like it always does, right? I put my face in my hands creating enough strain in my small shirt to force a tear down the back. Why am I wearing such tiny tiny clothes anyway? Must be Derek hazing me again huh. I think holding in a guffaw, I wonder how he got me in these?

I tear the rest of my shirt away before doing the same to my pants which is when I learn that I have apparently been going commando this whole time. Now free of these nerdy-ass clothes I flex in the mirror. Pecs popping like always, my bros always say the hair hides my pump but who cares bro I want to look like a man. I briefly shake my cock at myself in the mirror smirking and see laid out behind me are a change of clothes that Derek must have laid out for me. 

There are a pair of slides, some athletic shorts and a massive stringer that says “Party Prince” Bro! He must have made us matching shirts! 

I quickly start to change to match with my Bro and see cologne on the counter. I’m sure bro won't mind if I use it. Each spritz I feel myself fill out my tank even more, veins beginning to peak out down my arms and my package becomes even harder to miss in my shorts. I do a few more poses in the mirror before hearing a knock at the bathroom door.

“Bro you in there? The party’s dying without you bro!”

Hearing my big bros’ cry for help I get my head in the game. I’ve got to bring it tonight. I kick the locked door open, completely shattering the door frame as I cry out- “Who’s ready to drink tonight,” tossing the awaiting cup of jungle juice into the air over the crowd.

[asunflowerana]

𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐦?

summary: their sister got a new boyfriend, and unfortunately for them, they already know the guy.

with: teiko team and Kagami.

n: remastered prompt, thought I could reuse and have fun with it again hehe. Also, this is a brother x boyfriend type of hdc, let me know if you guys liked it. hope you all enjoy it! ps: I totally wouldn't like to get btw kagami and daiki 🥴.

⊛ akashi seijuro x midorima shintaro

Seijuro’s actually pleased by the surprise. He knows pretty much about his former teammate so, he won't have problems trusting him to take care of you and treat you well, as you deserve.

Not only he found it pleasing, but also amusing. It's not every day that your sister decides to date such a confident, stubborn guy, which makes things a bit more interesting for him as the big brother.

“Midorima-kun. What a nice surprise.” The red-haired cordially extends his hand to the new family's addition, wearing a subtle smirk while gazing at him with his piercing, red pupils. Midorima isn't a fool to trust these eyes. “I'm feeling we’ll have a good time together, don’t you?

⊛ aomine daiki x kagami taiga

“You've got to be kidding...” It’s the first thing Daiki grumbles, looking at your new, moron boyfriend. As if it isn't good enough to deal with him at the championships, now he'll have to in his personal life too? With his sister? Alright, where are the cameras? 'Cause he isn't having any fun with this joke.

let's face it, Aomine will make Taiga's life very difficult from now on: they’ll probably bicker and growl at each other every time. But if he's being honest, he’s actually relieved that your boyfriend is someone as upstanding and honorable as Taiga; he wouldn’t want you to date someone who doesn't treat you well. Even though he’s an imbecile, he's also kinda... trusty. But he won't ever say that out loud.

“Okay, fine... I can accept this." He points at you both, discontent but not wanting you sad for not having his support. "but you better leave me out of the sappy romance of yours. Too much to sleep at night."

⊛ midorima shintaro x kise ryota

Midorima's already someone difficult to win, especially for a guy who wants to date his sister. So regardless of their past, with Kise it won't be any different; in fact, it'll be worse, due to Kise’s cocky and too much charming personality, unpleasant to the green-haired boy.

but as a person, Kise isn’t so bad. Is he an overwhelming, smug, and sometimes stupid guy? yes. But he can't deny he also has a good heart. For your happiness, he'll make an effort, but the blonde better be prepared for what comes for him.

“You really have a bad taste in men.” He bluntly tells you, getting on Kise's nerves, to his delight. Before any of you can protest, he continues. “But he’s not as dumb as the others, so I can deal with him. For now.”

⊛ kise ryota x murasakibara atsushi

“You're kidding, right?” Kise can't help but cackle, bewildered by the news. Not even in his wildest dream did he see something like that happening. You, his baby sister, dating this giant child? It's too much to actually be real. “Murasakibara-chi, you spend all your money on candy, how will you buy my sister something nice?”

He honestly doesn’t understand what you saw in Murasaki. The guy is lazy, gets easily bored, and probably has more cavities in his teeth than fingers. He is a whiny, giant baby, how can he be attractive?

It'll take a while, but Kise'll slowly notice Atsushi's qualities as a boyfriend. Definitely, he isn't the ideal guy he was planning for you, but you're his world, and that's what matters in the end for Kise.

⊛ murasakibara atsushi x akashi seijuro

Atsushi's fine with the news, he actually noticed the way you and Akashi slowly grew close to each other. He has a lot of respect for him, confident that he’s the best person to take care of his sister and give her a good future. If it were up to him, you might even marry sooner than planned.

“Seijuro-kun, my sister's new boyfriend?” He rewinds, asking no one in specific. Akashi offers him a nod, with a small smile on his face while holding your hand. The purple-haired boy scratches his chin, unfazed but internally pleased. “Well, I think this is good news.”

⊛ kagami taiga x aomine daiki

“Please tell me this is a joke.” Kagami practically begs you, hating the teasing smirk Daiki wears on his face, bothering his future brother-in-law. You shake your head, and Kagami loses his freaking mind. “Of so many people in the world, why him? Like, there's our neighbor Koshi a-and that nice guy from the cafe. Heck, you could even date a werewolf, for good's sake, just not him! What is so attractive about him? No, actually, I don’t want to know. I need to keep the rest of my sanity intact.”

As you can notice, Kagami was quite affected by your new relationship. And with Aomine nagging him constantly, it got even harder for him not to just jump in Daiki's throat. But with time, the two will learn how to deal with each other, especially since Aomine’s clearly making you happy. He can be a moron, but at least he’s doing his job right.

reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated. 💕

© asunflowerana 2023 — all rights reserved.

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Cry for the Moon

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Pairing: Zuko x firebender!reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Fortunately, I had more time this week! We don't have any Zuko in this chapter but I believe he should show up in the next one, as long as I don't end up writing too much ^.^ if you want to be added to the taglist, just let me know!

Taglist: @annonymatic @yoongiesstar @lost-inthe-v0id @lokigodofmyheart @4l3x1s @potato87123 @asciendo @angelruinz @unamused-boss @junieshohoho @yourlivewire

“Ty Lee, could that possibly be you?”

She was standing on her index fingers, upside down; her long, braided hair laid on the grass. Upon seeing Azula and you, Ty Lee broke her headstand – or finger-stand, you weren’t sure how to name that.

“Azula!” Ty Lee spoke with a smile, calling out your name cheerfully as well. She was in a light pink and red circus performer’s outfit with a pink, sleeveless, crop-top and matching pants which were adorned with red designs. Her red wristbands matched her pink headpiece – she looked just like she used to describe her aura.

After breaking the stance, Ty Lee first span around in a graceful twirl and bowed down before Azula. Then, she embraced the Princess. “It is so good to see you both!” She said and hugged you as well.

You had a small smile on your face, you had always enjoyed hanging out with Ty Lee – perhaps she was one of the scarce people you had known to be pure of heart. “You look excellent.”

“Please, don’t let us interrupt your…” Azula raised an eyebrow in wonder as she spoke. “Whatever it is you were doing.”

Ty Lee was still smiling as she did a back flip and ended up lying on her chest, with one leg stretched out over her head and the other straight up to the sky.

Azula glanced around with an unpleasant expression on her face, which she didn’t even bother to hide. “Tell me, what is the daughter of a nobleman doing here?” She asked, looking back at Ty Lee. “Certainly our parents didn’t send us to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls to end up in… places like this.”

Her tone was quite condescending but you could understand why she thought the way she did. Just like Azula, you too believed one had to take advantage of the opportunities the life offered. In your case, you were born as the only child of a noble family, who were the Fire Lord’s foremost advisors. Due to your family’s position and noble title, you were given such opportunities that most people couldn’t even dream of. You wanted to keep up this high life standard – even surpass what your parents had achieved – which was why you had been training to become a successful diplomat during the past years.

Azula was even better than you at taking every advantage and opportunity life had to offer – being born a Princess had enormous perks, of course, but it also came with enormous responsibilities. Azula had always balanced them both in a perfect way, you could only admire her.

Mai, too, knew how to enjoy the noble title her family carried but compared to yours, her family had adopted a stricter upbringing. Many times, when your families were together during dinner or during the weekend, she wasn’t allowed to express her opinions about various topics whereas your family always greatly valued yours. As a result, Mai had learnt to behave in the best way to please her parents.

Even though you two grew up together, her long-lasting crush on Zuko had, at some point, ruined your friendship with Mai. You didn’t really hate Mai, but it had been quite some time since you carried warm feelings towards her. You tended to ignore her as best as you could to avoid troubling Azula for you knew how upset she had become after your falling out with Mai because of her stupid brother.

Ty Lee, on the other hand, had never really been like the three of you. Sometimes, you felt like she didn’t even care about the noble title her family carried. Instead of making use of the opportunities presented to her on a golden plate, she had decided to follow her passions – which made you envy her courage from time to time, but you kept these thoughts solely to yourself.

The sound of a platypus bear made you come back to the present moment, you shook yourself forcefully and looked at the source of the noise. Three men were trying to move a platypus bear and it was, of course, resisting. The platypus bear then moved up to reveal the egg it had laid.

With a look of disgust on her face, Azula turned her amber eyes to Ty Lee, grinning. “I have a proposition for you.” Ty Lee carried a wondering gaze in her brown-grey eyes. “We are hunting a traitor. You remember my old fuddy-duddy uncle, don’t you?”

Ty Lee nodded as she rested both her feet on her head. “Oh, yeah. He was so funny!”

You almost raised an eyebrow. What about all the tea?

“I would be honoured if you would join me on my mission.” Azula spoke with a confident tone.

Suddenly, Ty Lee’s lovely energy disappeared, leaving its place to anxiety and nervousness. “Oh… I… uh… would love to.” She stood up in a fluid, elegant movement. “But the truth is, I’m really happy here. I mean, my aura has never been pinker!”

This time, you did raise an eyebrow at Ty Lee. Interesting… I don’t remember seeing Ty Lee refuse any kind of offer coming from Azula’s side.

Azula raised up her hand, cutting Ty Lee off in mid-speech. “I’ll take your word for it. Well, I wouldn’t want you to give up the life you love just to please me.”

Even a fool had to take the hint from the Princess’ tone that she was being dangerously sarcastic – if Azula came to anyone with an offer, it was an order dressed as an offer. It seems that the time she has spent away from us made Ty Lee forget some things. Very important things.

“Thank you, Azula!” Ty Lee bowed in respect, only to continue stretching. Feeling Azula’s hand on your upper arm, you turned to look at her. She motioned you with her head to follow her.

“Of course, before leaving,” Azula talked as you two walked away. “We’re going to catch your show.”

Feeling the Princess gently nudge you with her elbow, you added. “I am sure it is going to be delightful!”

Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder at Ty Lee – she seemed somehow panicked and… worried?

“Uh… yeah, sure… of course.” Ty Lee half stuttered, half muttered the words.

You lowered your voice so that only Azula would be able to hear you. “What is going on in your mind?” You asked. “And why are we staying for the show? I don’t like circuses!”

Azula waved her hand in the air in a casual way. “Relax, this is not going to be like the circuses you have seen before.” The edge of Azula’s lips curled upwards dangerously. “I am going to make Ty Lee quit and help me in my mission.”

You stopped walking with an alarmed expression on your face, causing Azula to stop as well. “Azula, darling, please don’t hurt Ty Lee.” You spoke with a caring but at the same time worried tone. “She hasn’t done anything to deserve your wrath.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Azula asked as she held you from your wrist. “Anything aside, I need Ty Lee to be on our side – I am simply going to scare her.”

[Time Skip]

“Is this what you call simply scaring?!” You whisper yelled at Azula as the circus owner released all the exotic animals they had. Oh, and the safety net which was supposed to catch Ty Lee in case of an accident was set on fire. “Princess Azula, you are going too far.”

The way Ty Lee sweated could be even seen from where you sat as she gave her best to keep balancing herself above the flames on one hand.

Azula frowned as she looked at you. “Could you have come up with a better plan?” She asked furiously. “If yes, then do tell me!”

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, but it was quite hard with the animal noises and the burnt rope smell. “Sweetheart, I can understand why you use fear to keep Ty Lee attached to your will but threatening her with her life is only going to cause her to turn against you with the first opportunity she gets.”

Azula shook her head in a hysterical manner, causing the front pieces of her hair to bounce. “No, she wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. She knows the consequences.” She said but it felt more like she was trying to reassure herself instead of opposing you. “Everyone knows the consequences of betraying me. No one can dare betray me!”

Gently, you placed your hand on top of Azula’s, catching her off guard. The Princess turned her amber eyes to you, which carried fury, denial, and confusion at the same time. “Azula, I know you trust me even though you don’t agree with me on this matter here.” You waited for her to maybe object, maybe agree to your words but Azula instead kept looking at you while Ty Lee fought literally for her life on the robe. “I believe you have planted enough fear in poor Ty Lee’s heart – please, call off the show. I… I am afraid that you are going to lose her at some point.”

“Oh, please, it is not like she is going to fall and…”

You interrupted Azula. “I didn’t mean it like that.” You lowered your voice. “I meant as a friend.”

It took quite a while for Azula to reflect on your words but at the end, she decided to put a stop to the nonsense going on in the circus tent.

With a sincere small on your lips, you whispered to your best friend. “Thank you, Azula.”

The Princess simply shrugged, of course she was not going to admit going too far – to be honest, you also didn’t want her to. You didn’t intend to change the way Azula was, her cruelty was an integral part of her personality, you simply wanted her to have at least one person in her life that truly cared about her wellbeing and wasn’t afraid of telling her when she was wrong.

No one was brave enough to do that.

After the chaos was over, Azula and you went to visit Ty Lee in her dressing room. She had already changed into her regular clothes – she had been wearing a white costume during the show – but the tiara she wore on her forehead, which resembled a flame, was still on.

You two stood behind Ty Lee as she sat at her dressing table, looking through the mirror. “What an exquisite performance!” Azula spoke with an enthusiastic tone. “I can’t wait to see how you’ll top yourself tomorrow.”

Even though you knew very well that she was bluffing, you still felt a little bit uneasy at the thought of this torture going on for several days. Oh, poor Ty Lee.

Ty Lee smiled at the reflections of Azula and you in the mirror. “I’m sorry Azula, but unfortunately there won’t be a show tomorrow.”

“Really?” You asked, trying to sound rather disappoint than relieved.

“The universe,” Ty Lee explained as she hung up her tiara, “has given me strong hints that it is time for a career change.” She stood up and turned around to face you two. “I want to join you on your mission.”

A satisfied expression formed on Azula’s face. “I am so glad you have decided to change your mind! Tomorrow, we are going to pay a visit to Mai before finally tracking down our targets.”

Ty Lee’s face lightened up with the thought of seeing Mai. “Oh, it has been so long since I have seen her!” She spoke with a cheerful tone. “This going to be like a little girls’ trip.”

You chuckled at her words. “But instead of chilling at the beach, we will be hunting down fugitives.”

Azula smirked as she added. “And possibly the Avatar himself.” She turned back to leave Ty Lee’s dressing room. “Are you coming?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just give me a second to ask Ty Lee what she uses for hair – it looks absolutely gorgeous!” Azula rolled her eyes at you and left the tent, leaving you alone with Ty Lee.

“I actually use a simple…” Ty Lee began to explain her hair routine but you weren’t really interested in it, you had to lie to get Azula to give you two some privacy. When you were sure that she was out of earshot, you interrupted Ty Lee.

“Listen, I needed a private moment with you.” You kept your voice exceptionally low not to attract any unwanted attention. Ty Lee raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. “Please, please forgive Azula for what she did today. I know she has gone too far.”

Ty Lee’s eyes widened with shock but she didn’t say a word, sorrow was visible on her face.

You took a deep breath. “I know how much you mean to her, Ty Lee and I would hate to see the same thing that happened to Mai and I happen to you and Azula as well.”

“But yours was different… It was because of Zuko!”

“You know exactly what I mean, Ty Lee.” Your voice tended to get a little more demanding, so you took a moment to adjust your attitude. “I wanted to ask you to give Azula this one chance during this mission, then I promise to talk her into letting you freely do whatever you want with your life.” A small smile formed on your face. “I don’t think the mission will be taking much time anyways.”

Ty Lee seemed to be lost deep inside her ocean of thoughts but at the end, she nodded with a sincere smile. “Thank you,” she said with a warm tone. “Azula is lucky to have you by her side.”

You turned back to leave the tent as you whispered more to yourself. “I know.”

[multimilfs]

Queen Ravenna x Fem!Reader: Beyond Fury

Summary: escapetodreamworld sent... Queen Ravenna + 14 -- “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: This is the first fic I wrote for this challenge and I love it. Charlize is amazing and getting to write for Ravenna was a lot of fun, she's a bit difficult, which makes it a nice challenge. I hope you enjoy!

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix

Warning(s): Non-con elements, Blood

It’s after nightfall when the Queen summons you. Her brother arrives at the door to your rooms, a leering grin on his mouth. You almost trip over your own dress in your haste to put distance between the two of you. 

“Where is Sir Maynard?” You ask. 

His grin gets wider, “Indisposed, I’m afraid. My sister has sent me in his place.” 

The room is freezing despite the roaring fire and furs on the floor. It feels like a trap. Sir Maynard is always the one to escort you to your Queen, his hands startlingly gentle even in the beginning; A rapport and trust building between you as your affection for Queen Ravenna grew. Fear courses through you at the thought of something befalling him. 

But nothing inspires more fear than her brother. You don’t know his name, don’t care to, for there’d always been a curious distance between the two of you. Whispers of his… proclivities reached you, and you operated under the assumption they reached your Queen too; your heart had always been warmed by the idea of her keeping you safe, even from her own family. 

Now, you wonder how you’ve deluded yourself into believing you’d ever be away from him. 

“An escort is unnecessary, Sir,” You say, trying to infuse your voice with strength, “Queen Ravenna knows I’ll come to her willingly. Though I thank you for your willingness to assist.”

His advance on you is swift and sure. In a second, his face is inches from yours, eyes boring into you. You look anywhere else. The unpleasant warmth and stench of him make your stomach twist. 

“My sister, for some reason foreign to me, may let you get away with what you wish. Watch your tongue around me unless you want to put it to good use.” He punctuates the statement with a glance downward. Your face burns with shame and rage. 

“I’d sooner lose it.” You snarl. 

A hand clasps itself around your neck and the point of a dagger is aimed at your chest. Your skin bends to make space for it. One wrong move and it will slice through, spilling blood on the dress you adore. 

You want to believe you’re protected, but you can’t say for certain; you can never say anything with certainty about your Queen. Wisely, you stay silent as he increases the pressure of his weapon and his hand. 

“You’re a stupid, vile girl.” 

The hand around your throat tightens.

“And one day I’ll have the luxury of doing what I want with you.” 

He steps back, infinitesimally, and his hands fall away. One pulls at the sleeve of your dress and pulls it down your arm, the neckline moving with it. You shiver as more of your skin is exposed to him. He stops before any of your chest is bared. 

With a lazy spin, he slashes downward. The skin splits open. You let out a pained noise, clutching your hand over the now-bleeding gash. The Queen’s brother pulls a white handkerchief from his belt and presses it into the wound roughly. Wincing, you flinch away, but hold the cloth in place. 

“Fix your dress,” He snaps, “My sister is waiting.” 

You pull up the sleeve and neckline so it hides the reddening handkerchief. A threat lingers in his eyes as he watches, then shoves you ahead. Dark soldiers flank your sides. You shiver against the chill in the air and follow their lead; you know the way just like the route to your own rooms—down several twisting halls, a few sharp lefts, and you’re before her doors—but they’re taking you somewhere different. 

Instead of the final left, you take a right. You’re brought to two large, iron doors, etched with sigils and writing you can’t understand. One of the guards pounds his fist against the door three times before opening it. 

Across the expanse of dark stone and pillars she stands facing away. Fire rages in the center of the room, drawing her full attention. You can feel the warmth of it from here and wonder how she can stand to be near it. 

“I’ve brought the girl.” Her brother says. You jump, having forgotten he was there. 

She turns and her eyes find you in an instant. You can’t help the blush you’re sporting, bowing your head and offering a polite curtsey. A smirk pulls at her mouth. 

The smirk drops as she addresses the other occupants in the room, “Leave us.” 

The soldiers offer bows and turn in sync, stomping out of the room. Her brother hesitates. His eyes flicker to her and then to you, giving you a long, serious look. Then he follows the soldiers. Your blush has vanished by the time he’s gone. 

“You kept me waiting.” She says, low voice covering the expanse—both physical and mental—between you. You’re relieved to see her shoulders relaxed, “You never keep me waiting.” 

You can sense the question in her statement, can practically hear her shouting what was more important than your Queen? But instead of raising her voice, she tilts her head, and waits. 

Lying has never been a skill in your arsenal. And with your Queen looking at you like she’d unwrap your flesh from your skeleton should you cross her, you’ve never had the guts to try. 

Skating the truth might work, you decide, “I was speaking with your brother, My Queen. He offered me a lesson on courtesy.” 

She huffs out a laugh. 

“I’d say that’s one skill you don’t need a lesson on.” 

You blush. Now that the danger of tripping her wrath has truly passed, you take slow movements to her, coming to stop at the bottom step leading to the room of fire. Her eyes are intrigued when they look down at you. 

“And what skills do I need a lesson on, My Queen?” You ask. 

She lifts an eyebrow. 

You’re quick to correct, “Ravenna.” 

Ravenna’s eyes slip closed like her name from your lips gives her power. There’s a split second of bliss there, like when you’ve finished your usual duties with her, but it feels more intimate this time. You look away. 

A blush pulls at your cheeks and you can’t fathom why; you’ve seen her in various positions and states of undress, heard things drip from her tongue that’d make any reasonable woman melt with shame. You’ve never had an issue being a witness before. You blame it on the heat radiating from the room behind her. 

Fingers tilt your head back to look her in the eye. Ravenna’s closer now, armor clad body nearly pressing to your own. A finger, adorned with a black talon, scrapes along your bottom lip. 

Her kiss is demanding and brutal when you’re locked in it, claiming every inch of you she can reach. You let out a whimper against her. Teeth find and tug at your lip, insisting on torturing you just within the bounds of what you can handle. You’re running out of air but can’t make yourself pull back. 

Ravenna’s taloned hand ghosts down your neck and makes you shiver. You feel her grin against your lips when she starts to move to your chest and you moan pathetically, pushing yourself into her embrace. She freezes before fully touching where you desire. 

You laugh against her, used to her teasing, but you open your eyes to shards of ice staring you down. 

Her eyes have landed just about where her hand is and you gaze downward, freezing. There, next to her hand, blood has seeped through the exquisite fabric. Some of it stains her fingertips. You feel lightheaded. 

“Take off your dress.” She commands, no longer Ravenna, but your Queen. 

“My Queen, I…”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” 

The control she had before is gone. When you step back to pull down the top of your dress, she stays rooted to the spot. Her eyes are sharp, deadly, and you know armies trembled beneath this gaze before but you’re not, whether it be stupidity or comfort. 

Pulling down your dress reveals the bloodstained handkerchief and you peel it off of your skin. The gash is angry, blood still seeping from it, though in smaller amounts this time. You don’t dare wipe it away. 

Ravenna steps to you and brings her own hand out to touch at the gash, hand shaking with barely contained rage. You try and fail to stop your wince. 

“They’ll pay in blood.” Ravenna forces through gritted teeth, “Tell me their name.” 

You go cold. Her brother has been her longest and fiercest companion, even uttering his name would assure her rage be directed at you. She’ll choose family everytime. You don’t want to die, not when there’s still so much time you haven’t shared with her. 

“I…” 

“A name!” Ravenna shouts. 

Shaking your head, you try to pull back, but her left hand clasps around your arm. You’re caught in an iron grip. 

“You’ll be furious with me.” You whisper, voice pleading. 

“We’re beyond fury,” Her voice trembles, “A name.” 

Wincing and looking at your feet, you accept your fate, “It was your brother.” 

Emotions from defeat to pure hatred flicker behind her eyes before she settles on one; betrayal. Her hold on you loosens and you step closer, reaffirming the contact. She doesn’t react to it. 

A vulnerability lingers in her muscles as she deflates, a lone tear tracking down her porcelain cheek. You ache to wipe it away. She’s staring past you, mind caught in something you can’t hope to understand. You remain an anchor to the physical world as you take her hand and bring the palm to your lips, your own tears falling onto the skin. 

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, not sure she can hear you, “I spoke out of turn and upset him. It was my fault.” 

Her hand tightens around your own. 

“He knows the limit.” 

Ravenna drags you to the door and your heart nearly beats out of your chest. She’s reached her limit with me, you think, as she throws open the doors with an ease that startles you. 

“Guards!” She shrieks and they come running.

You wait for the command that will sentence you; you wonder if she’ll do it herself or if she’ll just have you thrown onto the streets to rot with the people. Will she slit your throat or take your heart? 

Her hand ghosts over the gash and the lingering pain fades. Looking down curiously, you find the skin mended. 

“Take her to her rooms.” Ravenna commands the guards, “And bring me my brother.” 

Eyes widening, you examine her face, shock rendering you speechless. Her face remains the portrait of indifference as you’re led away. Disbelief floods you when you’re in your rooms, even as your ears hear the screams across the castle, and even as the whispers tell you he’s dead. 

You feel dread at being responsible, but can’t help the lingering affection. You were protected after all. 

[rebouks]

Wyatt’s home was neat, tidy and exposed very little of his true character, just as Brynn had suspected. There were no knickknacks strewn across shelves, no photographs or clutter, and certainly nothing that held much sentimental value; unless he kept such things hidden, though she figured it more likely he simply didn’t have any.

He’d caught her eye now and then but said nothing, unphased by her nosiness as she roamed freely; clearly he had nothing to hide-.. not from her, anyway. Intent on picking her apart from the inside out – much the same as she to him – he studied her relentlessly, bewildered by the fact she’d invaded his sanctuary so audaciously.

Brynn had never met anyone quite like Wyatt, a man who knew exactly what he was, yet bared absolutely no apologies for it. He was cool, collected and intelligent, he couldn’t be cajoled with false compliments or pretend beguile, he didn’t fall over himself to please anyone, didn’t tell her what to do or what to say or how to act, didn’t try to own her or parade her; a stolen prize to be pinned to one’s chest as a badge of honour, wealth or depravity-.. and for the first time in a long, long while, Brynn felt free. Free of her mask, her falsities and her scars.

Brynn: You have a lot of books. Wyatt: That’s not a lot. Brynn: Is way more than I have. Wyatt: You don’t like reading? Brynn: I do-.. is just hard work. Wyatt: Practice makes perfect. Brynn: Maybe you could teach me? Wyatt: You’re finding an awful lot of excuses to spend more time with me…

The atrocities in Wyatt’s past should’ve deterred her, but over time, she’d found herself drawn to him because of them. A shared existence in the darker realities of life, however opposite they may have been.

He could’ve continued down that path after the death of his father, could’ve picked up where Ashton left off, but he hadn’t. He’d fled to where he felt free instead; leading a simple, lonely life, searching for a soul long since forgotten. He was grey, and so was she.

Despite his outward arrogance, Brynn could feel the familiar ache of desolation within Wyatt. He wore his wretched personality like a cloak, peering out at the world as a gargoyle would, poised to deter anyone that came too close with a well-practiced, stony demeanour; but even the hardest of stones could break with the right tools and a little persistence…

Brynn: You think I came all this way for snow and rocks? Wyatt: I’m starting to doubt it. Brynn: Only now? I thought you more intelligent than that.

Brynn smirked, her piercing, lustful gaze rendering him speechless for the second time that night. She wasn’t wrong, he knew by now where this was headed, but he still couldn’t wrap his head around the why. She ought to know better given everything she’d been through, everything she knew about him-.. everything he’d put her through; directly or indirectly, it didn’t matter.

Wyatt swallowed forcefully as he felt a hot flash of guilt wash over him, trying to rid himself of the unpleasant lump stuck in his throat. He hadn’t realised it at the time, but he’d felt something toward her ever since she’d given him that stupid phone in Del Sol. She’d trusted him to do the right thing, even though she had every right to assume he wouldn’t.

Putting it down to the fact that no one had ever believed in him before, he’d brushed those thoughts aside; he was probably just desperate for some sort of approval, fairly natural for someone who was emotionally neglected as a child. It didn’t mean anything.

Brynn: You don’t understand, do you? [Wyatt squinted; he didn’t want to admit that] Brynn: Tell me why. [Wyatt hesitated, but ultimately acquiesced] Wyatt: You said you’d never forgive me… Brynn: I not use the word never, did I? Wyatt: You should’ve. Brynn: I told you; I see you.

Wyatt: What do you s-… [Wyatt promptly forgot his question as Brynn clambered on top of him, his hands reaching for her instinctively, hungrily…] Brynn: Use your heart tonight, not your head.

Previous // Next

[lazulirus]

A lot of wine, not enough of love

•  A drunk mind speaks a sober heart - you heard of that many times, but never expected to see an example in form of Lucifer.

• Pairing: Lucifer x reader (gender neutral) • Genre:  Fluff • Word Count: 2.1k • Warnings: Metion of alcohol and being drunk • Note: soft Lucifer propaganda never dies • Reference to chatrooms: Demonus Tasting (1235) Bittersweet (Lucifer)

"Hooooon', please~ let us iiiin!" The whines of Asmodeus are never-ending and so high pitched it makes you wince. 

"It's ain't fair.” You swear, you never heard Leviathan so annoyed and whiny at the same time.

“We wanna see drunk Lucifer too!" Slurs Mammon while banging on the door. 

"Yea! And take som' photos for Devilcam!" 

"Or blackmail." chimes Satan, not drunk at all but gladly taking the opportunity. 

"Yeaaah!" Mammon agrees with another hit on the doors. 

You got used to dealing with the brothers, sometimes they were a bit overwhelming or pushy, but you always managed. After months of living with them, calming them down, cheering them up, and overall managing their emotions was a piece of cake. But now, three of them were drunk and even from inside the room, you could feel the sinister aura collecting around Satan - honestly, what Lucifer was thinking when he agreed to drink with those three? 

The culprit ignores your annoyed glare, sitting in the armchair, a glass of wine in his hand. You don't question how and when he got his hand on more alcohol, at this point, you're just amazed that he still wants to drink - without you, he barely walked straight.

"I spend so much on that fancy Demonus, I wanna reco- rec, rec…" 

"Recompensation." 

"YEA, that!" 

"Heard that?" Satan muses, and you know that tone all too well - his patience running thin. "Asmodeus will be very sad so… Let. Us. In." You never were so happy that Lucifer put the curse on his door. Despite that, you still felt the need to lean on them, as if your strength could compete with demon's. 

"You're gonna hate me anyway, so... Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Satan, go to your room and don't get close to Lucifer's till, hm…" just to play it safe, "next afternoon." You don't understand words that fly out of Satan's mouth, too drowned out by the whines of drunk demons, and can only hope the curses he tries to put on you aren't too harmful. The footsteps quickly surcease, and it was almost unpleasant to suddenly be in such silence - it was cut short by music. You glare at Lucifer, but quickly your gaze softens when you see how happy he was to listen to his records. Still…

"Turn it down, I'll get a headache from all those noises." The demon pouts but obeys, and you can't shake the feeling that your roles have been reversed. And just like Lucifer, you couldn't stay mad at the cute, pouting face of a person you love so dearly.

"They get you drunk on purpose, didn't they?" You ask as you hold Lucifer's face in your hands, his cheeks warm from the alcohol. You guessed you could allow yourself for much more when he's in such a state, when the avatar or pride visibly melts in your hands, and a stupid, soft smile spreads on his face. 

"No, I wanted to drink too." 

You wrinkle your nose on the stench of alcohol in his breath. He pouts. 

"If you don't want to talk to me, then don't." He turns his head, yet doesn't move from your hands. It was impossible to react with anything other than a smile. 

"You're so cute." He glances at you. "And very handsome with that blush." Lucifer nods softly, smiling again - you barely hide laughter. 

The sooner you get Lucifer to bed the better, he will get a hell of a headache anyway. You inform him of that and straight yourself, taking away your hands from the demon. You wonder if it would be okay to leave him be for a moment to get him some water and painkillers, or maybe you can do it after getting him to sleep… Whatever your choice would be, Lucifer made sure you were unable to do neither - it was only a blink of an eye when you appeared on Lucifer's lap, your legs hanging off the chair's arm. Your startled gaze was met with one of a very annoyed demon, yet it was hard to be scared when such cute blush adorned his face. 

"I don't want to go to bed." You look at him puzzled. "I want to spend more time with you, is that so selfish of me?" 

Now, that was a side of Lucifer you never expected to exist, let alone to see. You wondered what was going through his head - but there was nothing but pure adoration for you. How you went to his rescue when you saw his brothers' shenanigans, the softness of your hands and the plush of your body - he adored it all. He adored your voice that made such a delightful squeak when he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. Now, he wanted to be as close as possible to you, bask in the presence that awoke in him such warm feelings. 

"I love having you here with me like this…" His lips brush on your heated skin. "You always turned down my invites to drink Demonus with me, always a new excuse… Why don't you drink with me now?" Now it was time to wonder that maybe you were the one drunk, and all of that was hallucinations. There was no way that the stoic, proud Lucifer would… would… Your face could match the shade of Lucifer's - both red as the most beautiful roses. But even if you liked it, maybe even craved more, you knew it was wrong. When you comb his black hair so softly and ask for him to move, only then does he back away - evident hunger in his eyes. 

"You're drunk." He frowns, not understanding. "You really had to drink a lot, right? You're acting out of character…" You put your hand on his cheek, and he leans into it. It was so cold next to his heated skin, a calm, grounding presence. "Do you even know who you're talking to?" Maybe he was the one out of his mind, seeing a different person in your place.

Lucifer smiles in the way you saw thousands of times, corners of his mouth lifting delicately, not enough to wrinkle his skin and bearing mischievousness. 

"Of course I do." Lucifer takes your hand into his, you didn't notice when he lost the gloves. "I'm talking to our dear human." He kisses your hand. "The one that tries so hard to get my attention." His lips graze your knuckles. "The one so sweet and kind, so tempting." Each of your fingers are graced with a kiss when you only watch in silence, dumbfounded. At that moment, you couldn't tell if it was a reality or a dream, it all seemed too surreal. The humming of blood in your ears and heart filled with love suggested the latter, but… if it was a dream… you wished it never ends, because you knew Lucifer would never act like that again. 

Your laugh was awkward yet heartful, filling Lucifer's heart will with the same lovely feeling. 

"I wish I could have you like this without the alcohol."

He didn't understand, you could have him like that, you had him all of this time. Nothing Lucifer said to you was new, those weren't words meant for another nor blurred out in the spur of the moment - it all was swarming in his head every time he saw you. The evenings he spent imagining your embrace were countless, and it would be embarrassing to admit how often he thought of the brief touches you exchanged - from the accidental brushes of your fingers to fixing each other's clothes. It was those little things that made him daydream for so long he didn't notice the recording he was listening to had already ended.

You had him for so long, he couldn't get out of your clutches and yet you wanted more? Lucifer chuckles, between you two, was he really the demon? 

"Now, let's go to bed, okay?" 

"What a tempting offer."

“One more word." Lucifer spent too much time with Asmodeus to your liking, it was bad for your heart. "And I’ll make you drink Hell Coffee.”

“I’m sure it would be very bitter.”

“I’m not sure if I love or hate that smooth-talker side of yours.”

You get off Lucifer, and he instinctively follows you, not having enough of you. But now, he was content with watching as you take off his tie and unbutton his shirt just a bit - enough to see your flustered face. You mumble something about how uncomfortable it would be to sleep with a tie, but Lucifer barely listens, already thinking of how nice it will be to sleep next to you. 

It would be foolish of you to think you could escape the grasp of the needy demon. His docile demeanour was only an act, plus he gained a bit of your praise which was a nice addition, and when you got him into the bed you quickly joined him. Your yelp was music to his ears, your presence was more addicting than any alcohol, and your body was better than any pillow. It had been so long since Lucifer hugged someone to sleep. 

You sigh, but give up on fighting back, instead you pet his soft, black hair and watch in delight how he still melts with even a bit of your touch. How his body relaxes and shoulders drop, how his eyelids seem to be as heavy as lead for him. 

Lucifer does his best not to close his eyes, worried that if he does this beautiful dream will end. 

"Hey… how much did you drink?" You whisper, your warm breath hitting his throat. 

"A bottle… or two… why?" 

"So you won't remember a thing, huh." You muse inching closer. Before Lucifer can ask again he feels your lips, brushing his forehead softer than wind, followed by the words that moved him to the core stronger than any earthquake:

"I love you, Lucifer."

In the morning, he remembers. As he sits in his bed, Lucifer remembers everything - from the tips of your fingers on his face to your warm lips on his forehead. He touches the place when you graced him with a kiss, and only then does the realisation hit him - you love him.

Your "I love you" repeats in Lucifer's head over and over to the rhythm of his frantic heart, like an echo that drives him mad, yet he doesn't want it to ever go away. You care about him, and it brings out such powerful feelings he was startled. Because he, too, cared about you. He, too, wanted to pepper your face with kisses, watch you blush and fluster, and turn your eyes away. But he wanted that when you'll take him seriously and not dismiss it as alcohol talking through him. 

And he, too, wanted to take care of you when you're at your lowest, just like you did. How long has it been since another being gave him love that seems so unselfish? There was fear, that maybe it all was for something. But if you wanted something from him, you would use his drunken state instead… 

Lucifer couldn’t take the heat, it felt like not only his cheeks and ears were burning, but also his heart itself. The memory of each kiss and each touch that overflowed his mind created a fire that the demon couldn't control. The poor, tired brain was so overwhelmed that it barely registered a knock on the door and his own voice letting the guest in. 

"Lucifer… oh, are you having a fever? Do—" The oldest doesn't hear a word, just blankly looks at the cup of water and pills, painkillers probably, that moves from Beelzebub's hand to his nightstand. "—so they asked me to bring you water and painkillers." 

"They…?" 

"Hm? Yeah, they had to do something at RAD today, and they were worried we won't take care of you when they're gone or something… I'm hungry… I'll go now, Lucifer." Beelzebub quickly leaves the room, blaming the sluggish, weird state of Lucifer on the hangover and quickly moving his thoughts to food. Meanwhile, the oldest looks at the closed doors, imagining if you were the one to come to him and take care of him.  Then, all the embarrassing things he did came crashing down. How demanding, needy he was, how visibly he craved all your attention. The demon groans as he runs a hand down his face. Saying that Asmodeus added aphrodisiacs to his drink as a prank might be a good excuse…

[vastill]

I was wondering if you could make a Rebecca Welton x fem!reader fic where Rebecca and reader were childhood friends but got separated when reader moved away. Now, reader is back and they end up learning they both had crushes on each other when they were children while attending an event.

Unexpected meeting

Rebecca Welton/fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, cursing, some kind of slow burn, let me know if there are more

words: 3000+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!

A/N: thank you so much for request! i changed it a little but i hope that you will like it! it's my first Rebecca fic so i'm anxious and excited:) let me know what you think!💚

“Howdy, Boss!” Ted said walking into Rebecca's office and handing her fresh biscuits. “You have any plans tonight?”

“Good morning Ted, no I don’t think so, why?”

“I’m trying to set up a party for my friend. She is coming from Kansas here to see family and I thought it would be nice to welcome her in and maybe introduce you guys. What do ya think?”

“Yeah, sure I will try to stop by, thank you for the invitation.”

“Great! See you later Boss!” Ted exclaimed as he was walking out of the office. “Oh! We will be at Mae’s!”

Rebecca shook her head as she watched Ted leave. She made a mental note to swing by Mae's at some point but hoped she could make a quick appearance and then slip away unnoticed.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were at Ted’s apartment getting yourself ready for dinner he told you about earlier this morning. He didn’t tell you anything besides that he would meet you when he come home. You were sure that he is plotting something but decided to not worry too much. You need to let Ted be Ted, you learned that early in your friendship.

You had met Ted in high school when you moved from the UK to Kansas. When you first met him you couldn’t understand him, how are this man constantly happy and optimistic about everything? But with time and getting to know him more and more your friendship bloomed and here you were years later still together as always.

But being in England for the first time in so long brought some unpleasant memories.

Your father got a promotion in his job but it required moving to America. It was hard to leave everything behind, you were just a teenager and had all of your friends here. It was especially hard to leave your best friend, Rebecca, she was your everything. When people think about soulmates, she was yours.

“Becca, I need to tell you something.” You said your voice getting stuck in your throat instantly. You dreaded this moment. “I’m moving away. My father got a promotion, and we have to move.”

“Silly, I know we live close now but a couple more minutes won’t make a difference.” Rebecca said to you while giving you a hug.

“No, Rebecca. We are moving to America. It won't be a couple of minutes, it will be hours.” Your eyes teared up, and when you said that to her it became real. You are moving away. Moving away from her.

“What?” You observed her face, her smile disappearing as the realization came through. “No. Tell me you are kidding, tell me it's your another stupid joke.” You only shook your head, you couldn’t get your words out. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched you. “No, I’m not letting you go. You can’t go, please, you can’t go. Not now.” She said her voice full of emotions she was feeling.

You embraced her as the two of you cried into each other shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Becca. I don’t want to go either. Everything will be good darling. You have Sassy here, she will take care of you when I’m away.” You said into her head that was resting on your shoulder, you could feel your shirt getting wet from her tears. “We will make it work Becca, we have to.”

She raised her head to look you in the eyes. “You can’t go now, not now when I-” Horror crossed her face for a second as she stopped herself mid-sentence.

“Not when you what?”

“Nothing, nothing. Never mind.” She quickly blurted out. “Now come here give me a hug, lots of hugs.”

As you sat in her embrace you felt your heart ache as you remembered all the good times you shared with Rebecca. The sleepovers, the movie marathons, and all the inside jokes. You wondered if you could ever find a friend like her again. But she wasn’t only your friend, you were sure you loved her. Loved her more than friends should love each other. You wanted to confess your feelings for her but the time didn’t seem right. Your departure messed everything up.

The next few weeks were a blur of packing, goodbyes, and tears. You tried to spend as much time with Rebecca as possible, making memories to last until you saw each other again.

And then the time for your departure came, she was at your house for your last goodbye. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you promised to keep in touch, call as often as you can. You hoped that your friendship will last forever.

At first, everything was nice, you made new friends in your high school and kept in touch with Rebecca but not everything was meant to be forever. There were a few calls a month or even only one a month and your contact slowly disappeared. You were heartbroken but didn’t want to disturb her so you stopped calling and tried to move on with your life. But there wasn’t a second that you weren’t thinking of her.

And now you were here again, you were in England wondering if you should make a call to her or do something to meet her again. But you didn’t know if she even remembered you. You hoped she did.

“Howdy, are you ready? We need to go out in a second!” Ted's voice startled you from your daydreaming. You didn’t even hear him coming into the apartment.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and put on a smile to greet Ted. “Yeah, let's go.” You replied, grabbing your jacket. As you walked out of the door, you couldn't help but wonder what could have been if you had stayed, if you had stayed with Rebecca.

But now wasn’t the time to wonder, you had a surprise waiting for you.

You arrived at Mae's with Ted by your side and instantly was greeted by his friends from work. Everyone seemed really friendly, maybe except Roy he scared you a little, but right away you were swooped by a girl named Keeley. She had a bubbly personality and so many questions, to be honest, you didn’t quite keep up with all of her talking. She asked about everything from work topics to your personal life, she was a handful, but it was nice. You felt welcomed and in the right place.

“Sorry for interrupting girls,” Ted said “first how are you feeling? Is everything good? I know it’s a lot, all of those people and all of that?” You were grateful for him and for his concern about your well-being.

“Thank you, Ted, everything is good, Keeley is a fun company. Maybe I will get some gossip from your club.” You said sending Keeley a wink.

“For sure you will get that but I have one more thing. Keeley, do you know if Boss will stop by? I talked to her earlier but you know girls talk and all of that maybe she told you something.”

“Don’t know, sorry Ted.” Keeley said with a frown on her face.

“Is it this boss you keep telling me about? I need to meet her, connect your blabbering with a face.” You said curious if she really was like Ted described her to you, she was some kind of mystery to you. Gorgeous mystery if Ted was telling the truth.

Ted laughed “Yep, that’s the one. Fingers crossed that she can make it here. She is a busy lady.” You chuckled at his words. “Okay, I’m not keeping you away from your daily dose of gossip! I will catch you later!” And with a mention of gossip Keeley started talking, she told you all about every player that club has, every single detail she knows. But you were hardly listening, your mind wandering to the mystery boss. You would be lying if you said that the idea of meeting her intimidated you. After all, this was someone who owned the club.

As you wandered about her, Keeley's screech interrupted your line of thoughts. She shot up from her chair and sprinted toward the entryway.

And there she stood. Tall, statuesque blonde she was gorgeous as Ted said but you didn’t quite see her face. Keeley let her from the hug and you were at a loss of words.

There she was, your Rebecca. All those years later you got to see her. You couldn't believe your luck. Rebecca was here, in front of you, and she still looked as beautiful as ever. You couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as you saw her.

“Boss! Glad you made it! I need to introduce you to my friend!” Ted exclaimed as he spotted Rebecca. And first time in years your eyes locked. You didn't know what to do or say. All the scenarios of you two reuniting and how it would go vanished. You just stood there, staring at her, hoping she would say something first. But she just stood there, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Ted broke the silence, “Rebecca, this is my friend I told you about earlier today. This is-”

“Y/N?” She didn’t let him finish too shocked to see you to even care.

“Yes, that’s her name. How do you know that?” Ted was confused, he never mentioned your name in their conversations.

You didn’t pay attention to what he said too absorbed in looking at her, admiring her beauty. “Becca? Oh my God! Rebecca fucking Welton that’s really you!” You exclaimed and embraced her in a tight hug trying to make up for all these years apart. Everyone just stared at you two exchanging confused looks between each other.

“What the fuck is happening? What are you doing here?” She asked still confused.

“Decided that it’s a good time to maybe come back to my roots. I don’t know Becca, I’m still figuring it out.” You let out a laugh don’t entirely believing that she is in front of you.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck? You know each other?” Ted asked, he looks like a lost child his eyes going from you to the blonde.

“We grew up together.” Rebecca answered. “We were inseparable until this little shit had to move away.” She said trying to mask her hurt voice behind laughter but you knew her well despite all these years.

“I’m sorry darling,” the pet name you used to call her easily slipped into your sentence, “you know I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave you.” You said looking directly into her eyes.

The others sensed that the atmosphere was growing serious, so they left you two space to talk.

“But you stopped calling. Not me, you!” Her voice groggy from the feeling she was feeling. “Why did you stop? I was waiting each week for your call and it never happened. You left me wondering if I did something wrong. Fuck this thought haunts me to this day.” She averted her eyes from you to not show you how hurt she was by your actions.

“Darling, look at me. I can’t say how sorry I am but at the time I thought it was the best decision. I didn’t want to disturb you. I wanted to let you enjoy your life here.” You took her hand into your own. “Also I was selfish, I’m sorry that I didn’t think about your feelings, I needed to do that for me. I needed to move on. I thought that was possible but my darling Rebecca it never happened. And I’m regretting this shitty decision to this day. How different our lives could be if I didn’t fucked it up. I’m so sorry.” You said with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know you had hurt her this badly, you were sure that not calling her would be good for her.

Rebecca looked at you with a mixture of emotions, hurt and anger mixing with happiness “I needed you, Y/N. You were my everything and you left me alone. Alone with all those feelings and unsaid words. I had to deal with everything on my own and it wasn’t fucking fair.” She said softly, tears glassing her eyes. “But seeing you now, after all these years, I can’t help but feel happy. I missed you so much.” You pulled her into another embrace, feeling the weight of her words and the years of separation between you two.

“I missed you too Becca. So fucking much you have no idea. There wasn’t a day that the thought of you didn’t cross my mind. I may have left you here but you never left my heart.”

“And you didn’t leave mine, sweetheart. Never.”

You two spent some time alone at the bar, catching up on the last years you were apart. You both laughed at the memories of your childhood and teenage years. The conversation was easy, comfortable, and filled with warmth. You found yourself being drawn to her all over again, and it was clear that the feeling was mutual. You could feel the electricity in the air between you, and it was as if you were teenagers again.

“You remember when Sassy where climbing to your balcony for the first time? She almost fell off three times. And you were standing and not helping at all!” You two laughed as you pictured her terrified face. All those nights spent in her room gossiping and stealing her parent's liquor passed through your mind. How happy you were when she was beside you, this feeling of comfort that she brought to your life.

“Like you were better than she! You fell off on your first time and woke my parents up!” She laughed and you blushed at the memory. This was the night when you realized that you have a crush on her. A massive crush.

“Y/N! Fuck, are you okay?” Rebecca whispered from her balcony looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” You shouted quietly when you landed on your back in her backyard. You only hoped that you didn't wake her parents up but a fool has more hope than the wise. And in seconds her mother appeared in the backyard.

“Girls! What are you doing? Do you know what time it is?” She scolded both of you. “Y/N what are you doing on the ground? Couldn't you get into the house like a human? Through the door?” She looked at you disappointed.

“Sorry, Mrs. Welton.” You said with your head hung low.

“Come on you won’t be spending the night here.” She walked you to Rebecca's room. “Good night girls. Don’t do anything stupid. I need my beauty sleep.” And with that, she was gone.

“Fuck! I told you it was not a good idea!” Rebecca whispered to you angry. “Are you sure you are okay? Does nothing hurt you? Let me check.” She quickly said and grabbed your arm to inspect for bruises.

“Darling, I’m okay. It wasn’t that far. It’s okay, stop worrying.” You felt sparks when you locked your gaze with hers. You couldn’t stop looking at her, she was so beautiful. How you wanted to kiss the worry off her face but you stopped yourself. She was your best friend, you can’t do that. Not now.

“Hey! Earth to Y/N! What are you daydreaming about?” Rebecca's voice pulled you out of your dreams and you blushed. “You are blushing! Now you have to tell me!”

“It’s embarrassing. I was thinking about that night when I fell down.” You laughed awkwardly.

“And what happened that night that made you blush? Besides the obvious landing on your ass in my backyard.” She asked you curiously.

Fuck it. It’s in the past I can tell her now. You thought.

“That night I realized I had a crush on you. Like I knew you were beautiful, and you still are but that night it hit me full force.” You said quietly embarrassed that you told her your biggest secret.

“No way. You are kidding?” She said in disbelief.

“Never mind. Forget it.”

“No sweetheart. I had the biggest crush on you too. That’s why I was so heartbroken when you needed to leave. I wanted to tell you about my feelings but it didn’t seem right.” You stared at her not believing that you were so oblivious. But you were teenagers then so it kinda explains everything.

“Fuck we were so stupid.”

“Yeah, we were.” You two laughed. Her face was so relaxed when she was laughing, so free. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her. The feeling that you had as a teenager slowly crept back. You found yourself being pulled more and more towards her. You wanted to be close to her, to hold her, and never let go. Turns out your crush never disappeared. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are so beautiful, Becca. I can’t stop looking at you. You were a beauty as a teenager but now. Wow. It’s really true, woman age like a fine wine. You are the best example.” Her cheeks turned red from the compliments.

“Thank you but look at yourself, the definition of perfection.” She smiled sheepishly at you. “It seems to me that the first real crush never left us.” You felt a sudden surge of courage as she spoke those words. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her, you felt the same spark as you felt all those years ago. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it was filled with all the love and longing you had felt for each other over the years.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to-” She didn't let you finish as she leaned to steal another kiss from you.

“It was worth waiting all those years for your return.” She smiled resting her head on your shoulder.

You knew that the future was uncertain, but you were willing to take a chance. You were willing to see where this new chapter in your relationship with Rebecca would take you, and you were excited to find out. But one thing was for sure, you had found your way back to the person who had always been a constant in your life, your soulmate, your Rebecca.

[oikasugayama]

I love love love your latest alignment chart! It was really cute but I had some thoughts on it and wanted to share! Specifically regarding the last ‘alignment’, being annoyed by your shyness and wanting you to be more confident.

I can somewhat understand the last one, that it can be frustrating when someone is so crippled by their own anxiousness that you feel the need to do everything for them, but at the same time, I’m like: If you’re so turned off/upset by one of your partner’s most prominent traits, why even date them at that point, y’know?

I’m sorry but I don’t think that those last four relationships are gonna last very long, no matter how much love you have for someone, unless change comes fast, I doubt that sort of dynamic would work long term.

In Ranpo’s case, his inability to read social cues and understand his partner’s struggle combined with the fact that he’s very vocal and blunt about his opinions and feelings, would probably lead to a pretty messy breakup where Ranpo’s left feeling frustrated, hurt and confused and his partner feeling sad, stupid and overdramatic (I’d feel stupid too if one of the smartest people in the world was visibly and vocally annoyed by my struggle.)

Now, Kunikida is an odd case, because while he’s a very good person and would be sympathetic, he holds his ideals and his schedule in such high regard that if repeated interruptions happened and kept happening due to this one ‘issue’, I think that he would eventually come to think it would be better for both parties if they split up. It’d be a somber and quiet thing and both would feel pretty shitty afterwards, with Kunikida wondering if he made the right choice and the partner blaming and beating themself up for ruining their relationship.

Fukuchi, in my opinion, sucks in general and the way his line is phrased, I’m pretty sure that he’d eventually just get fed up with his partner’s personality and dump them without warning because he’s an asshole like that and unpleasant surprises are his whole thing.

Mushitarou would probably last the longest because given his personality, you’d first of all need to be intimate friends with him to start dating in the first place and now, because you’re spending so much more time together, he’s only just noticing how bad your anxiety is and now that you feel comfortable enough to blatantly cling onto him, he’s also only now developing a proper dislike for your shyness. It’s like the childhood best friends who become roommates in college, ‘we’ve known each other for years, it’ll all be good!’ but because this new level of closeness introduces another side of a person, there’s a chance you’ll find that you’re not vibing with it. He’d try to make it work and there’s definitely a chance that it might but a likely possibility that it won’t and would end up resulting in a pretty bad breakdown which would leave both parties devastated for both the loss of a relationship and a friendship.

Now, I never said that getting back together wasn’t possible, I think that for everyone (except Fukuchi :/) there’s a chance that they could work things out and get back together but not for a LONG while. Because learning takes time and healing takes even longer.

-Sincerely, 💋

Thank you for your analysis! We were thinking some very similar things-- I'm glad that what I was implying without saying was still coming through. There are absolutely some relationships on my previous alignment chart that would NOT last, including the four you mentioned and also a couple of others who infantalize the shy!reader too much. I didn't include it, in short, bc I didn't wanna be negative and it low-key upset me myself to ponder who would break up w me for being anxious :p

As much as I love Kunikida, there are certain details about his lifestyle that don't mix with someone who's incredibly shy/timid/anxious, etc. He can be sympathetic but after a certain point it conflicts with his idealism. He'd take it hard and consider it a fault of his own that he couldn't make the relationship work, but he also wants his partner to be with their ideal partner and he wants his ideal partner as well.

Ranpo works well in a friendship with shy people like Poe bc he can push someone out of their comfort zone by basking them in his own confidence and aloofness, but I think that he'd prefer his romantic partner "take care of him" to some extent at home and if they're too anxious to do things like run errands alone, take the train with him to show him how, etc. he would feel like his needs weren't being met. That's no one's fault, honestly. Sometimes you just gotta find the right fit.

When I think of Mushitaro I think of his late friend/partner and that awful conflict within him. He can't let himself feel guilty, but he does. He won't let himself feel remorseful, but he does. He can't show his emotions so unfortunately no one knows how much he cared about that person, but he cared so much and is so devastated by what he was asked to do and by the fact that he had no other choice. His friend needed to be released from his pain and by using Mushitaro's ability no one would get in trouble for his death, and his friend/partner wouldn't have to end it himself. I can't imagine the depths of pain Mushitaro feels and I also can't imagine him being in a relationship at all, regardless of the situation. He just can't handle the pain of losing someone again, and he isn't healed from the previous loss.

Fukuchi's was absolutely appalling and I hope no one stays in a relationship where your partner hates a large quality of your personality and constantly tells you that you need to change it!!! Don't put up with that!!! It's so incredibly harmful to your mental health. If your partner isn't trying to uplift and support you, please know that you deserve someone who does.

[bidisasterevankinard]

This little thing was born after I saw tags by @shortsighted-owl

so Imagine Buck has scars on face after tsunami and sometimes he is really insecure. Or people make him insecure, but Eddie always here

For the last two years, Buck learned how to live with scars on his face. The largest one stretches from the cheek to the eye across the entire bridge of the nose, one under the eye and one above it. The half of his face turned into unpleasant scars. For two months after the tsunami, he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror without feeling sick, panic, and fear. But over time, it all turned into hatred for the way he looks now. With his size and scars, he looks too intimidating, and definitely not the way someone like Eddie’s partner should look. But somehow Eddie chose him and now they have been together for almost a year. And Eddie, ever since the tsunami, had been trying to convince him that the scars weren’t so bad, and lately Buck had been believing it more and more. In recent months, looking in the mirror, he did not flinch and did not feel like a freak. Up to this moment.

He and Eddie went out to a bar on a date, as Chris went to a friend’s for a sleepover and Buck, as a good boyfriend, went to get Eddie a drink, only to return and find his boyfriend in the company of a pretty blond guy who is clearly flirting.

“C’mon, I can be really pleasant company,” the blonde says, moving closer to his boyfriend.

“I have a boyfriend,” Eddie says with a deliberately calm tone, but Buck can see how Eddie is really furious at the behavior of this stranger. At that moment, he raises his head and Buck sees his shoulders relax when they meet eyes. “And he’s here. So fuck off.”

The guy raises his head too and chuckles, “You pretty boy can have someone who doesn’t look like a scarecrow.”

Buck feels like he’s ready to cry here and now. He closes his eyes and tilts his head, trying to hide his face, miraculously he doesn’t drop their drinks. He puts them on the table when he hears this guy cry out in fear. Buck raises his head to see furious Eddie holding a guy his T-shirt and growling menacingly right in his face: “Call my boyfriend scarecrow again or just allow yourself to look in his direction incorrectly and there will be no bloodstain left from you.”

Eddie pushes the guy hard, so that he falls full and hurries away. Buck stays silent, still standing on the other side of the table, lowering his head again.

“Baby,” Eddie says softly, but Buck can’t stay here anymore, so he runs away, leaving his boyfriend. He only exits the bar when familiar hands catch him right at the door.

“Baby, talk to me, please,” Eddie says, trying to make eye contact and even putting both his hands on Buck’s cheeks and directing his face so that Buck’s blue eyes met his hazel. But Buck closed his own so that his beautiful boyfriend could not see his tears. Buck knows he shouldn’t cry at this asshole’s words, but his words are true. Why would Eddie need him if he can find someone better than Buck? And not just prettier, but smarter, kinder, more responsible. Someone who will be better than Buck at everything.

“I don’t need anyone else. Someone prettier, kinder, or more responsible. I need and want YOU, because you’re perfect for me, Evan. You’re my perfect partner. I love you,” Eddie says, and Buck feels even more stupid from what he said out it loud. “Please, look at me Evan.”

Buck opens his eyes and through tears, he sees Eddie’s soft look. There is so much love in him, as Buck still does not understand how anyone can have for him. But Eddie loves him so much and Buck doesn’t want to lose him and that.

“I love you too. But sometimes it’s hard to love myself,” Buck says and starts crying right in front of the entrance to the bar. Eddie just hugs him and lets Buck nuzzle his neck.

“I called Uber while I was running to catch you. They will be here soon. We will come home and cuddle all night in our bed,” Eddie says, while slowly running his hands over Buck’s back. “I know sometimes you can’t love yourself, and I hate that sometimes you can’t even believe you deserve love, but today I can love you enough for both of us. But please remember that I love you. And I love your scars. I hate you were in the tsunami and got them, but they show how strong you were to save yourself and our son. So please, when it gets hard, just remember that.”

Buck just nods. He can try to do it, but not today. Today he will go to their house with the love of his life and will cuddle with his boyfriend all night, proving to his demons that Eddie will not go anywhere.

[candywife333]

Seven Different Sheets

Here is the THIRD part of the JK-Seven Drabble series. These drabbles can be read out of order as stand alones but make more sense when read in order.

This is part of an entire Drabble series based on his recent music release. It is rather mortifying how many fics I came up with just in relation to his new song. I had to exorcise the demons out of my head that were inspired by the explicit version. Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: As usual, everything in  the fic is fictional, and the behavior displayed by the character in the fic is obviously not representative of the real Jungkook.

WARNING: THIS PART OF THE DRABBLE HAS SOME DUBCON IN IT, SO BEWARE AND PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE THEMES.

I ran downstairs in my robe to try to stop this ridiculous behavior of his. He couldn't yell like that right in front of my dorm and ruin my damn reputation. Not today. 

Of course when you're wincing from receiving the pounding of your fucking life, it was more like dragging yourself across the floor to the elevator, rather than running down the stairs. I flung open the entrance door of my for building and told the security it was all okay, he was my visitor-unfortunately.

“Jungkook, what the hell are you doing over here? Can you please not leave me alone? Give me some space after what went down last night. And why are you yelling to the world that I am your wife. I don’t see any goddamn ring on my finger. So don’t go around yelling things like that. What we had was a one time thing. We are not repeating that again, so please go away and find someone else”. 

As I said my piece and turned around to go back into the dorm building, he weaseled past me into the building as well. I stared at him, seething with disbelief and latent anger, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO RIGHT NOW? Did you seriously just trespass into my dorm building that I never gave you permission to enter?” 

Before I could get further into reprimanding his stupid ass, he got down on both his knees and wrapped his arms around my legs looking like a pitiful disheveled waif from Oliver Twist. “I am so sorry Y/N, my queen, my goddess. Please forgive me. I did not consider that you would need a break. That you need aftercare and time to recuperate. Jimin made me understand how inconsiderate and disgusting I was being to you. Please let me redeem myself. You don’t even have to love me or like me. It’s ok. Please just let me be by your side. That is all I want.”

I glared at him, scrutinizing his intentions, “What do you mean by this behavior. Yesterday you were just telling me you needed to get off and that’s it. So you want a whole ass relationship now? Look, I appreciate your apology but we are not on speaking terms anymore. I was irresponsible last night and so were you. We can just forget about this whole fiasco and move on with our lives. I’m hoping you don’t have any STIs though. That would be unpleasant”. 

As I moved to unwrap his hands which were clasped around my legs, I felt my thin robe dampening as he cried into my robe sash. He sobbed so hard, that I wondered how this guy didn't get dehydrated from all the sex and crying constantly. He seemed to have some type of mental problem. He probably needed help. 

I had to de-escelate this situation though, because everybody around me would be convinced I was some type of evil villain breaking his heart when in fact his dumb ass had compromised my morals last night.

I awkwardly stroked Jungkook’s ruffled hair, as a mother would a child, “Look Jungkook, why don’t we talk about this in my dorm room. I live alone in a suite room so we can talk for a while. You seem to be going through something.” He sniffled, wiping tears and snot away from his face as he trudged behind me into the lift. I winced as I stepped into the lift. 

He stared at me in awe following behind me barely leaving any personal space. I could feel his breath on my neck as he asked in a quiet tone, “You seem to be hurt. Is it down there? Oh my god, I must’ve torn you down there haven’t I. I don’t deserve you, you are too good for me. You are a goddess and I have ruined you. What have I done?!!” He started slapping himself, and not normally. With his strength, man was trying to cleanly bowl his head off his body. 

I yelled at him, “The fuck are you? Dobby? Calm the hell down Jungkook. Stop constantly apologizing and castigating yourself”. I removed his hands away from his face. “Yes you made a mistake. We are all humans, we all make mistakes. But we have to learn from them. I already told you, last night and this morning were partly my fault as well. I was too weak in my convictions. I shouldn’t have had sex with you. But, you trying to emotionally black mail me is not a very good trait either.” His face shriveled in misery as he looked pale, dehydrated, and his eyes held a lot of guilt. 

We finally arrived at my dorm room. I unlocked it and ushered him into the room. “You can take a seat here on the sofa. I will be right back, I need to get dressed and then head to the doctor’s to get tested.” I stepped into my room to get dressed in a loose dress that I could just pull up incase they had to examine me. I felt better. There were no evident tears or any micro-abrasions as far as I could tell, but it was better to just get it checked in case.

As I took off my robe to put on my dress, I could feel a set of eyes burning into me. I turned around to see Jungkook staring at me with mouth and eyes wide open in what looked like, adoration? His eyes were shimmering in the yellow light and saliva was dribbling down the angle of his mouth. The hell was he doing here like a zombie all over again. Albeit, a cute zombie. 

“Y/N  can I help you at all? Do you want me to check down there and see if everything is ok? I can help you relieve some of the pain if you would like?” I stared at him confused by what type of help he wanted to offer. “What do you intend to do?” 

He looked at me intently, with anticipation, “I can put some ice cubes in my mouth and lick you down. That would help you right? The coldness of my tongue would help. All I need to do is change your sheets once I’m done. We will probably need several towels just in case you squirt as well.” As I became red, mortified at his statement, he reassured me with his hands stroking my cheeks, “I love that part the best, especially when you squirt right into my mouth”.

This man was going to be the death of me. 

[maraschinomerry]

okay so, what about a lockwood and co x reader (platonic) where reader is quiet but if she does speak it’s always blunt or sarcastic or kinda rude because she doesn’t know how to express her feelings nicely but she shows her love in ways like act of service or protecting the others on a mission and like linking pinkies with them when walking to the archives and things and everyone is convinced she hates every other person but they know they’re the closest thing she’s ever had to a family even if she doesn’t say it

thanks so much bae i understand if you don’t want to write it no presssure <3333

Saving Your Friends 101

Pairings: Lockwood & Co & gn!reader (I know you used she/her in the ask but there aren't actually any pronouns in the fic)

Content: found family, struggling with expressing feelings, school bully, canon-typical violence fighting a ghost, Kipps being a jerk

A/N: I'm the least sarcastic person ever so I hope this all sounds okay 😅 also I just had to use that gif as the header, Lucy looking so done felt like the right vibes for reader in this

Word count: 2.7k

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea (lmk if you want adding or removing!)

"Hey loser! I thought I told you to finish my maths homework!"

You were 8 years old, sitting making patterns in the dirt of your school playing field when your horrible classmate Jason stomped over with his group of equally unpleasant friends. He was a brute of a lad: what he lacked in height he made up for in muscle, his expression was almost permanently fixed in a scowl, and he had a small scar on his cheek that everyone thought was so cool and intimidating (but which you knew he got from falling off his bike when he was 5). Half the school, teachers included, were wrapped around his little finger in fear. But not you.

"Go away, Jason."

"Or what? You're not doing anything, nobody ever wants to play with you."

"I don't care," you shrugged. "I'm not going to waste my time so you can pretend you're not too stupid for times tables."

Jason stepped forward to tower over you, stocky frame casting your whole body in shadow, and a few of his cronies twitched with tempered aggression. "What did you say?"

You stood up on the spot, forcing him to lean back to normal as your face rose ever closer to his. You were a couple of inches shy of him, dungarees rolled several times at the ankles to stop you tripping over, but he wasn't exactly tall in comparison to his group. Being smaller didn't faze you; you squared up to him without hesitation. "I said you're stupid and wasting my precious minutes. Life is short… and so are you."

The cluster of boys burst out laughing - not at you, at him. Jason grew red in the face and puffed up like he could account for the missing height to fight you better, but you merely raised an eyebrow. One of the boys stepped out from the group and punched you encouragingly on the arm. Another much taller boy leaned on Jason's shoulder to emphasise the difference. Jason stormed off.

—

Ever since then, quick wit and sarcasm had been your shield as you carried yourself through the world. From holding up against your affectionless parents to commanding instant respect when you started training to be an agent, they served you so well that you near enough forgot how to be any other way. And that was fine. It worked, kept you detached and independent. That is, it worked until you joined Lockwood & Co.

You settled in quickly, discovering that the rest of the agency could be just as snappy as you. George especially had proved more than a match from the day you arrived.

"I'm here for a job," you announced when the curly-haired boy, dressed in orange plaid, opened the door of 35 Portland Row.

"As an agent?" he frowned. Lockwood hadn't put out another ad, as far as he knew.

"No, I just like accessorising with a rapier."

"Well, if it's as sharp as your tongue I shouldn't be in too much danger. Come in." Despite the insult you followed him with a grin. Finally, someone who might get you.

Unlike you, however, they knew how to switch it off. Your switch had rusted long ago, if not fallen off completely. Normally it wouldn't have bothered you, if it had kept you alive up to now it was worth it, but the longer you stayed the more you found yourself growing genuinely fond of your teammates and entirely unable to tell them as much. Nothing had to change, of course, that was what you told yourself - letting them in would only make you weak, it was better to keep to yourself. Say as little as possible to them. You tried to quiet the little voice in the back of your head which whispered that maybe the reason you kept your distance was that you were afraid of saying the wrong thing and scaring them off, of losing your first real friends.

—

"Everybody ready?" Lockwood asked as he dropped his kit bag onto the kitchen floor with a dull thud. You'd been ready nearly 10 minutes, still fairly new to working cases despite the months you'd been there and eager to respect the schedule that Lockwood had set out. Lucy had been the next after you to arrive, offering a quick 'hi' which you acknowledged with a nod. When George came down he immediately started chatting to Lucy. He didn't ask if you wanted to join the conversation. You never seemed to. He often wondered if you actually wanted to be there at all, but you hadn't left despite how little you'd tried to bond with them. There were plenty of other agencies to go to, yet still you stayed.

While Lockwood checked over the supplies once more, you leaned over to Lucy, who so far had been a reliable source on the boys and their actions.

"Is he always this picky with the gear?"

Lucy sighed as she adjusted her bootstrap. "No, just when the case involves families like this one. Brings out his protective 'save the world' side."

You'd heard by now about the young age at which he'd been orphaned, he was open enough about the circumstances if not the details, and you understood his pain but had never been taught how to address anything as serious as that. All you had to work with was your dry humour. "Save the world? He can barely even save his toast in the mornings," you muttered. Lucy snorted.

"If you're quite done mocking my culinary abilities…"

"Oh, I'm definitely not done, but it can wait," you smirked. Lockwood rolled his eyes, but didn't miss the way you wordlessly joined him in sorting through the bags.

The case itself went well, up until about the last 5 minutes. You all successfully secured one source, but it turned out the house had a second Visitor which you discovered when the four of you were ambushed by it in the dining room. It was a man, looked to be in his late 40s, with a thinning head of hair and an even thinner frame. The previous owner, then, Richard. Lockwood immediately stepped forward, rapier brandished, but with an ear-splitting screech Richard tossed him aside. The rest of you watched in horror as he flew across the table and crashed through a chair to land in a pile of splintered wood.

You levelled your own rapier, less aggressively. "George, Lucy, look for the source," you fought to keep your voice as steady as your blade, all your usual confidence gone without the safety net of your snide remarks which would only anger the ghost. "Cabinet behind us is our best bet, I think. I'll help Lockwood." The other two exchanged a glance before nodding and moving slowly towards the cabinet in question. You began to move in the other direction, around the side of the table and towards the spectral figure which was hovering worryingly close to the boy in the debris.

"Hey!" you called. Richard's gaze snapped to you. You faltered. No. Confidence. Wit. Use your ridiculous snarky brain to keep Lockwood alive. "He's not a fair fight any more, and you're better than that, aren't you? Come on, show me what you've got."

You almost heard Lockwood's protest - you saw his lips forming the words, sure, but the noise itself was drowned out by the shriek that burst from Richard's snarling mouth as he rushed towards you. You planted your feet and held your ground, just like you'd done that day in the school yard all those years ago, but at the last second you rolled out the way and sent your rapier slicing upwards. Richard howled, but it wasn't enough to dematerialise him and within seconds he rounded on you again.

"Aww, not bad for a first attempt," you jeered. "Do you want to try again?" The words had barely left your lips before he was upon you, and you swung hastily. The blade split him right down the middle, but he reformed behind you and you had to dance across the space to avoid him, smacking your ribs painfully against a sideboard as you did so. Your chest was heaving as you faced him once more.

"Are you even trying to hit me?"

A lance of air struck you in the centre of your chest, knocking all the air from your lungs as you collided with the wall. That answered that. You would have cried out if you'd had the breath to do so. Lockwood was right beside you, midway from climbing out of the broken chair but now frozen in the glare of the wrathful spirit which hung above you both. With the last of your energy you dragged your body between him and it.

"Got it!" Lucy yelled frantically in the distance, and in a wave the feeling returned to your limbs as Richard disappeared. Lockwood groaned, reaching out to help you up from where you'd slumped against him.

"So you know when you're taught not to taunt the Visitors, did you just skip that class, or…?" he scolded, but there was a touch of amusement in his voice, his way of showing he was grateful to have been saved.

You chuckled, wincing as the sound rattled your bruised ribs. "Scheduling conflict, not my fault. Clashed with 'Saving Your Friends 101'." You realised that was the first time you'd called them your friends out loud. They realised it too.

—

That case marked the beginning of a shift within the agency. Where the rest of them had been struggling to see any indication that you cared about being part of the group, suddenly they couldn't stop seeing them. Nothing had changed in the way you spoke (minimally, and heavily sarcastic when you did), but they learned to notice everything you said without words. How you always grabbed the first aid kit when someone came home injured from a case, and insisted on treating the wounds yourself. The way you clicked the release on the toaster every time Lockwood risked leaving it a little too long. The times George would fall asleep while researching with you in the library and wake up with the blanket from the back of your chair draped across him. The fact that none of them had bought any more of Lucy's favourite tea in nearly two months, and yet whenever she was close to running out the caddy would be full again the next day. As they began noticing the subtle ways you expressed your feelings, they began to find little gestures they could do in return to show they cared without pressuring you into talking, which only strengthened your commitment further. Lucy poured you juice in the morning before you asked and put your pyjamas in the dryer while you were in the bath; Lockwood made a big act of ruffling your hair and calling you 'kiddo' like an enthusiastic uncle when you did something particularly well; George learned your rankings of pizza toppings and Arif's doughnuts by heart so you'd always get the highest one available. All so uniquely them.

—

It was a bright June morning, with fine wisps of cotton candy clouds drifting lazily across the sky. An ice cream van sounded nearby, being pursued by a horde of excitable children. This was no time for ice cream for Lockwood & Co, though - there was an exceptionally big case to research, and it was all hands on deck as the four of you strode towards the British Archives. Lockwood was on the right, trenchcoat left at home and shirt sleeves rolled up to make the most of the glorious sun, rapier hanging from his belt. Lucy was on his left, arm linked through his. Her other hand had started in the pocket of her blue playsuit, which today she wore without tights, but now it held yours and swung casually back and forth. George completed the line on your left. You knew by now that he wasn't overly keen on physical interaction, which you completely understood, but you also could tell when he was willing to let it slide to join in with the group. This was one of those moments. Your hands had brushed as you walked along, and your pinky had twisted round his. This was almost a habit between the two of you by now, not quite as intense as holding hands but still providing a tether, a connection.

Inside was bliss, the comforting scent of old books accentuated by crisp conditioned air which provided relief from the blazing heat outside. You all spread out to gather resources from across the archives. Lucy returned with a stack of books so high she could barely see over the top, and you shifted your files into one arm so you could pull a chair out for her with your free hand. She smiled at you as the books cascaded onto the table.

Before long you were thoroughly engrossed in the research. It was one of your favourite activities within the agency, an opportunity to make a helpful contribution without the expectation of speaking to anyone. The only sounds were the rustle of turning pages, the scratch of your pen as you scribbled notes, and the occasional comment from one of the others when they found something unusual.

"My my," a voice that didn't belong to the group filtered through the barrier of concentration you'd built. You looked up to see Quill Kipps and his team sneering at your table. "It must be a big case to have you all working on it. Or do you just need help with the difficult words, Tony?"

There was a tic in Lockwood's jaw, but he forced an overly polite smile. "It is a big case, one that our client clearly thought we were better equipped to handle."

Kipps scoffed. "Probably just trying to save a bit of cash on a sub-par service instead of paying for the premium. Not to worry, Fittes will be more than happy to finish the job when you fail to."

You decided to follow Lockwood's lead, putting on the most innocent expression you could muster. "Hmm, what was I…" you feigned forgetfulness. "Oh, George, you'll know! What's that theory with the monkeys and the typewriters?" Kipps' team took the bait immediately, giggling amongst themselves at your scatterbrained question.

"Supposedly if you had infinite monkeys with typewriters or one monkey with a typewriter and infinite time, they would eventually type out the complete works of Shakespeare. It's not exactly true though."

Your smile turned wolfish. "That's the one, and remembered without a database too! I just thought of it because I was wondering whether, given long enough, Kipps would eventually say something intelligent. Don't think that's true either."

The other group fell into a stunned silence, giving everyone the opportunity to hear Lucy choking back a laugh. Kipps opened his mouth to respond, but then had just enough sense to realise that there was hardly anything he could say that wouldn't prove your point and promptly closed it again. Instead he shot you all one last glare and turned silently on his heel. The rest of his team scampered after his retreating figure.

Lucy's laughter erupted with enough force that she almost tipped backwards out of her chair. George grinned at you. "That was amazing!"

"Couldn't have done it without you, genius."

You suddenly glanced at Lockwood. His rivalry with Kipps was more intense than any you'd seen before, and you hated to think you might have overstepped or taken away his chance at gaining the upper hand. Relief washed over you when he gave you his signature smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief. "If that's something else you learnt in 'Saving Your Friends 101', I might have to sign up for classes."

"Lucky for you I'm very committed to my studies, I can just lend you my notes."

Lucy leaned over to watch your pen gliding across the notepad as you spoke. She frowned at the page. "Your current note is just a doodle of… is that a crying monkey in a Fittes uniform?"

You all glanced in the direction in which Kipps had retreated. Lockwood reached across and picked up the notebook. "I'll definitely need to borrow this, for educational purposes of course… and then it's going on the fridge." You beamed with pride.

[spaghetticat3899]

I made these refs back for this year’s Artfight, but never got around to finishing the rest of my characters’. I nickname these three “the main trio” because they’re the three splatoon characters I draw and like the most. All three have a thing in common, albeit for different reasons: they all don’t go by their original names! If you’d like to read character ramblings, look below the cut, if not, you may do what you like.

Things to note: My Splatoon characters are stuck in Splatoon 2 purgatory, so the weapons, ages, and all that are stuck in that time period. (R) and (UR) is short for (restricted) and (unrestricted), which is referring to if the height is measured within a canon limitation, or without canon inkfish heights in mind.

Mochi

Dawn “Mochi” Funboruto

cis female (she/her)

Aged 16

5’ (R) - 5’7” (UR)

Mochi is an interesting inkling, not actually originating in Inkadia at all, instead from a far-off city by the name of Arrecife. She’s childhood friends with Slick, and only moved to Inkopolis because he’d shown it to be a hot spot for things of interest. She’s a Humboldt inkling, but cursed with an unusually small stature compared to her relatives, making her appear as an average inkling. Evidence of her ancestry can still be found in her sucker rings, which, unlike most inklings, are still very-much there. She’s described as sisterly, laid-back, and sarcastic, but can also snap to a very energetic, mischievous, and havoc-causing individual. She never seems to stand still, even while relaxed, quite fidgety by nature. She tries not to overthink, which can lead to poorly thought-out choices that result in unpleasant outcomes. She’s easily persuaded by bribes of food or money, which some of her friends take advantage of for her to do stupid dares, tasks, or for her to not blackmail them. She jokes around and doesn’t usually bring up serious subjects unless she thinks it’s important. She often has to be the straight-man around people like Slick, but also can join in on the mischief. She’s also agent 4, but it doesn’t really become super relavent. She goes by Mochi just because she feels like it, nothing else, really.

Slick

Mason “Slick” Stone

cis male (he/him)

Aged 15

4’11” (R) - 5’5” (UR)

Slick is a goofy character, son of a single mother and always trying to get up to antics. He is from the town of Arrecife, childhood friends with Mochi, and forming a chaotic duo whenever they decide to meet up. He’s quite full of himself, exasperates his accomplishments, and thinks he’s practically irresistible. Despite his arrogance, he possesses a heart of gold, and just wants to befriend anyone he can. He may not be the brightest, but he tries his best, even if it doesn’t work out. He has no concept of boundaries, and has broken into people’s houses to give them gifts. He went out of his way to befriend Hachikō, despite the people around him scoffing at him for it. Despite Hachikō’s not-super-great-but-understandable Inklish at the time, Slick was very accepting and thought it was more funny than anything. As their friendship grew closer, Hachikō moved in with him, and they currently share an apartment. Slick gave himself that name because he wanted to sound cool and dissociate with his father.

Hachikō

Hachikō “Hachi” ??

cis male (he/him)

Age unknown (~16-17)

5’1” (R) - 5’9” (UR)

Hachikō, an amnesiac found in a place he feels lost in. He���s agent 8, and his story of venturing to the surface is one that only some know of. His Inklish is practically perfect in the current day, with only the slight hiccup and forgetting some words. He’s quiet, observant, and tends to appear stiff around unfamiliar people. He doesn’t talk much, instead thinking to himself a lot, sometimes staring off into space and getting lost in thought. He can be quite chatty if asked about anything of interest to him (ink weaponry, birds, etc). He tends to fidget, sometimes needing to occupy his hands by drawing. He takes most things seriously, or as they’re spoken, which has led to him not understanding jokes, and not always pinpointing sarcasm. He’s quite paranoid and constantly worried about being outed as an Octoling, or something going horribly wrong. It’s not uncommon for him to get sick due to being exposed to unfamiliar surface pathogens. Upon reaching the surface, he discovered he had a pollen allergy, which has lead to mockery by his friends for “sneezing like Lil’ Judd”. Slick is who he’s often seen with, eventually even being roommates with, almost always being the nervous straightman to Slick’s antics. Roxanne (agent 3) often babies him and comes to his aid, even when it’s made obvious that he’d rather her not. He appreciates her kindness, but not being infantilized. Hachikō picked his name because he had no memory of his original name, picking one that seemed familiar to him (might’ve heard it in a story once).

Bonus xenos!

[mallowsweetmiri]

Peaches - Part 3

~ A Fred Weasley Fic ~

Peaches Masterlist:

Your POV

You woke up to complete darkness and a dry mouth.

“What time is it,” you grumbled as you opened your bed curtains to check your alarm clock.

10:55 pm

Fuck. You had slept through dinner. You sighed as you laid back down in your bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. You had just slept for 5 hours, and your stomach was grumbling loudly.

Quietly, you tiptoed out of bed and slipped on your robe. Lucy was fast asleep. Your stomach growled again. You couldn’t even blame her for not waking you up for dinner, you had been so unpleasant.

“Lumos,” you whispered as you stepped into the hall. You crept down the stairs and through the common room. The fires were crackling quietly, but nobody was awake. You slipped out of the common room and into the hall. It was significantly colder out here. It had been a while since you’d snuck around past curfew. Luckily, the kitchens weren’t too far from the dungeons. As you ascended from the dungeons and into the grand staircase, you stopped to make sure you didn’t hear any professors, poltergeists, or pets. When you were sure the coast was clear, you scampered across the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchens. Soon you approached the painting. You tickled the pears and entered into the kitchen. The energy was bustling compared to the echoing halls of the castle. You smelled fresh bread being baked. You heard the sounds of pots being cleaned. Soon you saw two small heads appear in front of you, one of them sporting a sock as a hat.

“Miss! Can we get you something to eat?”

“Something to drink?”

“Some tea?”

You smiled down at the two house elves.

“Tea would be lovely,” you said and immediately one of them ran off. The other one looked up at you eagerly.

“Anything else, miss?”

“Well, I actually slept through dinner and I’m quite hungry. I really don’t want to be a bother, but if you have any leftovers or literally anything to eat, I would really appreciate it,” you smiled kindly at the female elf.

“It is no problem, miss! Bitty is happy to serve you,” she bowed before scampering off. You let out a chuckle, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the phrase ‘Bitty is happy to serve you’ but grateful that you were getting something to eat. You rubbed your temples as you took a seat at a counter. You were so tired.

Just at that thought, you heard the door to the kitchen swing open. You were so exhausted you couldn’t even roll your eyes at the sight in front of you.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Fred strode towards you. You didn’t understand how he appeared to have seemingly endless bounds of energy at all times of the day. “I didn’t take you as the type to sneak out past curfew.” You frowned.

“I’m not. I slept through dinner is all,” you mumbled, sitting up straighter and trying to flatten your hair with her hands. You gave up rather quickly though, and slumped back onto the elbows. Fred chuckled at the sight of you as he took a seat next to you. “What are you doing here, Weasley?”

“Me and George were setting off dungbombs near the library as a distraction to sneak into the potions cabinet. We found what we needed rather quickly so I decided to swing by the kitchens for some late night snacks,” Fred grinned as he leaned in closer to you. You were too tired to even tell him how stupid he was.

“Mr. Weasley! Mr. Weasley! What can I bring you,” the male elf beamed up at Fred as he delivered me my tea.

“Dobby! Just the elf I was looking for. Me and Georgie just need some crisps and sweets to get us through the night,” he sent a wink towards Dobby as he ran off. I blew on my tea before taking a small sip.

“Well acquainted with the kitchen staff, Fred?” You raised your eyebrow at him. Just then, Bitty returned with a plate of steaming hot food and bowed before scurrying off.

“Unlike you Slytherins, we Gryffindors like to say thank you and get to know the wonderful staff here at hogwarts,” Fred teased, eyeing your plate of food.

“I would’ve said thank you had Bitty stayed for a moment longer,” you sighed, “I’m just too tired for our banter Fred. I just want to eat and go back to my dorm.” Fred frowned at this but let you begin eating. The leftover roast dinner was hitting the spot and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan of delight. Fred smiled as you continued to eat.

“Why’d you miss dinner tonight?” Fred asked, keeping his eyes glued to you. You looked down at your tea.

“I told you, I slept through it,” you mumbled. Fred scoffed.

“I know you think I’m daft, but come on Y/N,” Fred pried. If you hadn’t been so exhausted you would’ve come up with a snarky comment to shut up his stupid freckled face. You sighed and set down your cup.

“You were right earlier, about me being, I dunno, frustrated. I don’t even know what I am feeling. All I know is I’m tired all of the time and I can’t even be bothered to get out of bed to entertain the idea of a meal,” you admitted, defeated. Fred put his hand on your shoulder. It was a friendly gesture.

“It’s okay, Y/N, to not feel happy. That’s why you have people to cheer you up. Like me,” he grinned stupidly. You let out a sharp breath through your nose and couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“But why do you want to cheer me up? You didn’t even know I existed two days ago,” you questioned. You were genuinely curious.

“Well I already told you, I just thought you were funny for yelling out fuck into the abyss. And while you’re mildly unpleasant to approach, I find your sense of humor and wit to be quite entertaining. And of course, I’m smart, despite what you think. And I can tell there’s something else going on. Maybe it’s none of my business, but I want to get to know you, I want to be your friend. Is that so hard to believe Y/N?”

You furrowed your brows together. Was it so hard to believe?

“Maybe it’s just hard to believe because it’s you,” you shrugged, continuing to eat your dinner. Fred scoffed and put his hand over his heart, as if hurt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fred feigned offense. After finishing your last bite, you had finally regained the ability to roll your eyes.

“Nothing, just that I didn’t think you were capable of having any sort of emotional intelligence,” you shrugged and sipped the last of your tea. Fred jaw fell open as he saw you were completely serious.

“Here you go Mr. Weasley!” Dobby bounded up to us and handed him a wrapped package of goods.

“Thanks Dobby,” Fred muttered quickly as you began to stand up, “now wait a minute, are you serious? You really think I’m that dim witted?”

“I mean, sort of,” you sucked your teeth and give him a half apologetic look, “but if it makes you feel any better, you’ve definitely proved that you can hold human conversation, so…” you trailed off and looked around the kitchen. You knew if you took one look at his dumbfounded face that you would burst into laughter. He pressed his lips together into a flat line.

“If you were anyone else, that would’ve seriously hurt my sense of self worth,” he said dryly, “but honestly, I feel like that is the most peachy thing I’ve heard you say all night, so I’ll let it slide.”

One side of your mouth curved up despite all of your desperate attempts to stay straight faced. Immediately that idiot broke into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wear. You rolled your eyes again.

“Merlin, your face is going to give me an aneurysm,” you mumbled as you turned on your heel to leave, unable to hide the smile creeping up on your face. But that stupid git had the longest arms and he was able to pull you back to him just so he could see your face all lit up.

“Aww, I made you smile,” he cooed, pinching your cheek. Your face immediately scrunched up as you pulled out of his grasp.

“Goodnight, Fred,” you said, matter of factly as you turned around once more to head back to your dorm. He followed you out of the kitchen and down the hall, both of you stopping at the top of the stairs right before the grand staircase. You peered your head around the hall to make sure the coast was clear before the two of you set off in opposite directions.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

—————————————

You woke up the next morning feeling well rested. The late night meal had helped you sleep through the night and you couldn’t help but chuckle at your interaction with a certain red head. How did he seem to be everywhere you were yesterday?

“Good morning sleepy head, sleep well?” Lucy asked, strolling out of the bathroom while drying her short hair with a towel.

“Mm, you know I actually did,” you yawned, stretching and standing up to get ready for the day.

Classes went by as they always did, and you mostly kept to yourself. While your head didn’t hurt from lack of sleep, this clear mindedness made you think better. And thinking always lead to the grief.

“Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Lucy asked, waving her hand in front of your face as you walked back to the common room.

“I’m sorry Lucy, I totally wasn’t,” you sighed, “I’ve been such a shit friend this whole year. I’m sorry.” You frowned at your friend. She only returned it with a solemn smile.

“It’s okay Y/N. Me and Cassius both know what you’re going through. We just wish you would talk to us. Let us help you,” she pleaded, reaching out for your shoulder. You leaned into her touch.

“I know, I know. But I’ve burdened you guys enough with my tears this summer. I just need time to sort this out still. I’m going to take another walk,” Lucy frowned, “I promise I’m okay Luce. I just want to clear my head. I promise I’ll be at dinner tonight.” You turned around and waved goodbye before heading towards the exit.

“You’re not a burden, Y/N!” Lucy called after you.

The afternoon was just as sunny as yesterday. The wind had died down a bit and it felt quite pleasant out. Your legs began to wander towards the quidditch pitch. You thought the sun would feel great while laying on the benches of the stands. As you climbed the stairs up to the top, you could hear a team yelling practice drills and whizzing through the air. As you reached a spot up near the top, you finally spared a glance towards the field. Impressive plays were being made by a team sporting red jerseys. You laughed to yourself. Of course Gryffindor was practicing right now. Soon the practice began to come to an end. You layed down on the stands and basked in the warmth of the afternoon. You tried to clear your mind but the familiar sound of the brooms only made you think of your father.

“Come on, Y/N! Why don’t you try for the quidditch team?” Your dad called out as his feet hit the ground. You had scored on him again.

“I don’t have time for that,” you waved him off, smiling, “the only people who would dedicate that much time to a sport would be brutes like you!” You tease as he begins to run after you. You laugh as he picks you up and hangs you by the legs and begins to tickle you.

You sighed as you opened your eyes to stare up at the sky. A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye as you sat up.

“When will I stop missing you, dad?” You whispered, grabbing your bag to move on from the pitch. You didn’t really feel like having a sob fest in front of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Your legs began to carry you down the stairs and through the grounds. You kept walking a short distance until you found yourself by the lake. You sat on the shore and tried to gain your composure, but your head fell and soon you were beginning to cry. You hated crying. You had cried so much over the past few months that it took every ounce of energy that your body had mustered up from last night and drained every last drop. You tried to hold still and regulate your breathing.

“Oi, peaches, were you stalking me?” You heard a familiar voice call out from a bit up the path. You froze and tried to slyly wipe your face.

“N-no, I wasn’t Fred, I was just trying to enjoy the afternoon sun,” you tried to bite back, but your voice wavered. You didn’t even turn around to look at him.

“Hey, are you okay?” His voice came closer to you and soon he was plopping himself down right next to you. You just stayed still, facing forward. You knew if you moved even an inch that a tear would fall. You pressed your lips together tightly as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry Y/N, I was only teasing,” Fred said lightly. You looked really upset. Of course this self obsessed idiot would think it was because of him. You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated breath as your head fell towards your chest. The movement caused a few tears and fall onto the ground.

“I’m not upset because of you, you idiot,” you breathed out, letting one half of you smile curve upwards. But Fred wasn’t smiling. In fact, you’d never seen him look so serious.

“Hey, hey, then what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to take a look at your face. You wanted to tell him to go away. It was none of his business why you were upset. He reached up and wiped away one of your falling tears. “Com’ere,” he mumbled, suddenly wrapping his long arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You wanted to push him off you, but you seemed to lean into him, your face scrunching up one last time before releasing all the tension within your body at once. You shook with a sob as the tears now seemed to pour out of your eyes and onto Fred shirt.

You tried so hard to sniffle it all back inside, but Fred only pulled you closer, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to console you.

“Fuck,” you sobbed and laughed into his chest before sitting up slightly, “I’m sorry.” He only chuckled at you.

“Don’t be sorry, I only want to know who made you cry so I can go kick their ass,” Fred teased, sliding his arm off of shoulders. You pursed your lips together as you look up at him.

“My dad’s dead.”

His smile immediately dropped from his face and he looked horrified. Your deadpan face fell into laughter as you sniffled.

“Y/N! I-I’m sorry I didn’t know,” he scrambled for words, “Why are you laughing?”

“Your face is just hilarious,” you chuckled, sniffing and wiping your nose with the back of your arm. He pursed his lips and looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for your loss. Do you… do you want to talk about it?” He seemed tentative to pry any further. You shook your head and stared out towards the water, but for some reason you felt like you could trust him. He clearly wanted to get to know you and you felt like he wouldn’t go blabbing around about your dead family. Oh, fuck it.

“He died in July. He was a curse breaker and you know, the job is dangerous. He’s the only family I’ve ever had. My- my mom had died when I was a baby, you know, during the war. I miss her a lot but I never even knew her…. My dad, he was my best friend,” you head dropped as you felt like crying again, “and now I’m all alone.”

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” Fred said, looking at your sad face, “but I know how badly you must be hurting now. I’m sorry, I can’t even imagine your grief right now.” You held up your hand and swallowed your tears.

“Thank you for listening to me Fred. I appreciate it, but the last thing I need is for another person to feel sorry for me. My friends are worried cause I’m not happy but I just can’t burden them any longer with my sadness. I just want to feel better already…” you trail off, playing with the sand by your feet.

“You have good friends Y/N, and it’s okay to not feel happy. But if you’re looking for someone to cheer you up, you’ve come to the right guy,” he grins at you. You snort.

“Well you definitely keep me distracted.”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Whatever, peaches.”

[verdantcrimson]

Heaven and Earth / Creation of Heaven and Earth - 4

(Unproofread)

Prev | Chapter List | Next

[A memory of a meeting with Hideyoshi-sensei six days ago. In a high-income business district.]

Kuro: Ya hate history, huh? I hate studyin’ too, so I totally get ya.

Kuro: But you ‘Three Sages’ are supposed to be these great historians, right? So whaddya mean by that, even?

Kuro: That’s like sayin’ you hate idols while bein’ a famous idol.

Hideyoshi: You’re smarter than you look, aren’tcha?

Hideyoshi: But you know— You should speak politely when addressing your elders. I mean, I personally don’t care for that kind of stuff. All I’m saying is that your life’s gonna be real tough if people assume you’re a social outcast that can’t be bothered to follow common etiquette, right?

Hideyoshi: Also, if I were to use your example, I’d say it’s more like ‘being a famous idol and hating your fans.’

Hideyoshi: I like gaining knowledge on the subject, but I don’t like ‘History’ as a concept.

Hideyoshi: Honestly, I regret making money off of it pretty often.

Kuro: (I didn’t expect this dude to be so chatty… When I heard he was a historian, I was kind of imaginin’ him as this withered old man that looks like a dead tree.)

Kuro: (I think he said somethin’ about ‘addressing your elders’ cause he’s older than us.)

Kuro: (He looks like he’s around our age though, dressed all flashy. With dyed hair too.)

Kuro: (I think he’s a little too much like the spittin’ image of a superficial young person.)

Keito: Thank you very much for your gracious words. It is indeed a great chance to learn from your teachings. I am terribly sorry that us younger people have taken up your time in order to gain an opportunity to have you speak to us— Hideyoshi-sensei.

Hideyoshi: Aah, don’t call me that! Grooooss!

Hideyoshi: I find it extremely unpleasant to be called that title alongside that fucking hag and that shitty old man.

Hideyoshi: I mean, we do work together, but I rarely contact them. I don’t want people thinking we’re actually friends or anything.

Keito: Ieyasu-sensei was your mentor in college though, so we fans of the show just naturally assumed the two of you were akin to friends—

Hideyoshi: Huh, absolutely not? Where’d you even hear that? Are you stupid?

Keito: ……

Hideyoshi: So anyone you study under in college is your ‘mentor’ now? You happen to talk to someone at work, and suddenly they’re your ‘friend’ now? How half-baked!

Hideyoshi: Why do all you idiots of the world have such a terrible understanding of other human beings? It’s kind of disturbing, you seriously live like that?

Hideyoshi: The more you know about a person, the more interested you become. You can discover as much as you’d like about someone— This goes for each and every human.

Hideyoshi: I’m just so disappointed at how shallow people are, how they don’t even try and grasp the essence of it all.

Keito: It seems like you’re quite fond of humans, Sensei.

Hideyoshi: I mean, If I hated humans, life would just be hell, right? Ahaha ♪

Hideyoshi: You’ve got something you’re fond of too, right? Your eyes light up when you talk about what you like, don’t they?

Hideyoshi: I think we’re gonna get along just fine. Actually, ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ is like, the perfect way for me to make a name for myself, so it’s not like I won’t help you out at all but—

Hideyoshi: Hey, so like, how much can you guys afford to spend on this?

Keito: Excuse me?

Hideyoshi: What I’m saying is that it’s about the money. It’s all about money.

Hideyoshi: ‘Cause ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ is this lame show for geeks, they have to do super extensive research on every single thing they cover.

Hideyoshi: Obviously, that costs loads of money. It’s not surprising for the university lab responsible for the study to take a year to conduct their research or whatever.

Hideyoshi: It’s completely unprofitable. And like, you’ve noticed the show stopped airing new episodes, right?

Keito: That is true. It’s because the original host of the show passed away. Since then, there have been no new episodes, just occasional reruns of the older ones.

Hideyoshi: You seriously believe that? You really think the announcement on TV was the honest truth? Ahaha, how naive! ~ ☆

Keito: ……

Hideyoshi: What actually happened was that the host ran off into the night because they were so deep in debt that their family finances were practically in flames. I honestly just feel bad for you guys~, you’ve been forced to handle impaired assets, haven’t you?

Souma: ……

Hideyoshi: So like, just a suggestion.

Hideyoshi: I say you guys take this chance to turn that musty ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ show into a goldmine!

Hideyoshi: That way I make money, you make money, all the fans are happy because the show gets new episodes— See, it’s a win-win! ♪

Prev | Chapter List | Next

[himemiya-kun]

Blue Sea＊The Shining, Truthful Atlantis (Chapter 1)

« Prologue • Chapter 2 »

Back to list

Chapter 1: Under the Surface

Winter

Characters:

• Yuzuru Fushimi

• Eichi Tenshouin

• Tori Himemiya

<First year of establishment of ES. Early February. The morning after Tori Himemiya had a nightmare ─ ES Building, Starpro Office>

Yuzuru: —Is SANCTUARY closing?

That's... Well, I knew it was unavoidable. That strange amusement park was still too early for mankind.

Eichi: It’s not like you, Yuzuru.

No, I wonder if my desire has slipped out of my mouth. Either way, it's rare in this case.

I really like SANCTUARY, but it's unpopular with people in the industry—especially active idols.

I know that there are some people who want to pretend that it didn't happen if possible. It seems like you are one of them, Yuzuru.

I think it's a good facility that will increase the number of places to work for idols and efficiently increase the number of juniors.

Yuzuru: As I’ve said earlier, Eichi-sama's ideas are too innovative to be understood.

Of course, that includes me who speaks with this face.

Eichi-sama preaches to Buddha, but people avoid the unknown and the things they cannot understand.

Eichi: I wonder if that will be a future issue. I'm used to that point, and if SANCTUARY actually starts making money, most people will probably keep their mouths shut.

Profit, countless money, dissolves human reason.

That's why no one could stop the Great Depression, even though sages repeatedly suggested it would collapse.

It's the same with the never-ending gambling. Haha, this sounds like we're talking about Crazy:B instead of fine.

Anyway, there are no plans to close SANCTUARY. Rather, the park hasn't even officially opened yet.

Even though profits have not been gained well, there is no point in closing it. It's not like there's any big trouble.

Yuzuru: That's all you have to say from the beginning. You were adding too many unnecessary details to your reply.

Eichi: Wataru is absent today due to his theatre work, so I'm craving for someone to talk to.

Yuzuru: Did you call us here simply because you wanted to chat?

Eichi: As expected, I'm not that lonely. There is a main topic.

It's a bad habit of mine to say it in a roundabout way, but in the first place, SANCTUARY—

Tori: —Yawn, I'm sorry.

Eichi: Tori doesn't look like usual today either. Is there something wrong that has you yawning like that?

It's no big deal. Even though you’re always neat in front of me.

You’ve been silent this whole time and look sleepy... Could it be that you didn't sleep well last night?

Tori: Huh!? Ah, I'm sorry, Eichi-sama! I was stupid!

Eichi: I don’t mind. I was talking to Wataru No. 2, and I made a mistake, because Yuzuru was listening to me.

Yuzuru: I'll pretend that I didn't hear that unpleasant mistake.

Eichi: It's a butler's mirror.

Tori: I'm sorry, Eichi-sama. I've been having some bad dreams lately, so I've been lacking sleep.

Yuzuru: Yes. Last night, Young Master woke up in the middle of the night... And while crying like a baby, he clung to my chest.

Tori: Will you stop saying nonsensical lies? I'm not like that. I didn't do anything shameless, Eichi-sama!?

Yuzuru: Apologies. That was the story of a dream I had.

Tori: Don't dream like that! It's gross, it's gross, it's gross!

Yuzuru: Fufu. Unfortunately, I cannot control the content of the dream I see.

Eichi: That’s very interesting. Do you know about dream diagnosis?

Tori: Please don’t, Eichi-sama! I have a feeling that if I delve deeper into something like Yuzuru's dream, I'll end up in a scary situation!

Eichi: It's not like I reject it that much. It's ridiculous to say that the whole human spirit can be seen in a dream.

By giving a positive interpretation of the dream, there is an effect of fortune-telling that makes you feel a little lighter.

It is a good thing if you feel better without using medicine. If you don't mind, could you tell me what kind of dream you had?

Tori: No matter what—dreams are dreams, and when I wake up I've mostly forgotten about it.

I feel like I had a dream of sinking endlessly to the bottom of the sea.

Even though it was a dream, it was very painful and cold, and it was dark and I was scared because I couldn't see anything.

Eichi: The sea. Hmm, this is a strange match.

Yuzuru: What do you mean?

Eichi: Actually, it's a bit early to say, but there are plans to build something like the second facility of SANCTUARY.

I called you guys today because I wanted to talk about it.

Yuzuru: The second facility of SANCTUARY? You are planning to create such a strange amusement park again, Eichi-sama?

Eichi: Yes. And the amusement park is scheduled to be built in the sea.

« Prologue • Chapter 2 »

< Back to list

[purplecraze]

Massive W for being a fugonara shipper

(It was brought to my attention that W means ‘win’, It was a bit unclear;; but thank you very much~~

have a rant

We start of with the opening scene of the boys. And let me just address the elephant in the room right away:

is this an okay thing for Fugo to do? No :) But does it define his entire personality? NO :)))

People always misinterpret this scene. Yes, he is sticking his fork in his friend's cheek, yes it is to establish that he is an unstable and bipolar character.

however, people often fail to see the full context.

Narancia was complaining that he didn't feel like studying. You know, in the way students complain more often. And Fugo replied to him in a sweet and encouraging way, giving him compliments and showing him that he has already gotten very far as he is now.

(the literal translation if this line is 'If it's you, you can do it.')

also, from this line, we can conclude that it was in fact Narancia who asked Fugo to teach him, not the other way around. If it was something so unpleasant, he wouldn't have asked Fugo about it.

So Fugo was trying very hard for him, trying to keep it at Narancia’s level. And I’d also just like to point out that Fugo asked him to solve ONE problem, and then it would be over. He didn’t assign him a row of different sums to solve. Just one.

if you look at the sideline, Narancia was already making stupid little doodles, having lost his attention span. Narancia really just didn’t bother thinking of a proper answer.

from the intonation Narancia is using in Japanese, it’s very clear that he’s provoking Fugo. He knows it’s not correct, he’s just trying to annoy him.

Fugo was already annoyed with Mista too, so even if it’s exaggerated, it’s not strange that Fugo got upset about it. He had tried his best to use a kind and gentle approach, but clearly that didn’t work.

so yeah. Fugo had ground for saying this.

Then, people are always all ‘uwu, Narancia innocent baby boy.’

Please give the boy some credit, damn. Yes, he’s cute and spunky. But if he wanted to gut Fugo, he would. The boy is feral.

And most importantly: anti’s always ignore the scene after it.

this scene is just..... so absolutely brilliant. Because it conveys 2 things at the same time: 1. They both apologize instantly. Just look at how tenderly Fugo is reaching for Narancia’s face(/shoulder in the manga), and Nara for Fugo’s hand. It just shows how they’re 2 messy teenagers who fight and make up. 2. they INSTANTLY and SIMULTANIOUSLY decided to fucking ignore Giorno. Just straight up in his face went like ‘nope. Time to be brats.’ They were so in sync about it too.

mother is not pleased~

Also considering this entire introduction scene. It was written out to bring across that all 4 of them at the table are FUCKING SHITS.

They are a group of terrible degenerates. That’s the entire stick! So why the fuck complain that Fugo is being mean to Narancia as if they’re not all equally terrible towards one another??? They’re teenagers! They mess with one another! That’s a thing!

And aside from that, they are in the mafia! And as much as I also dislike how people make Bucciarati the milf mom of the group, people just don’t understand how crime organizations work. if you don’t give one another some tough love, your buddy may very well be dead in no time.

The moments Fugo gets upset with Narancia is at moments where Narancia is being careless. For Fugo, who is a senior in this kind of lifestyle, he is warning Narancia the hard way. Because if he’s not harsh with Narancia, Narancia will find himself dead in the gutter. You wouldn’t survive that kind of lifestyle if you dote on one another and be overly kind and polite. That’s not the kind of relationship ANY of them have with one another! They’re all trying to SURVIVE in this world of crime and know that it’s better to punch one another, if it means they won’t get punched by someone who thinks less favorable of them.

If Narancia would have shown disrespect to a Capo less lenient that mr Pericole, it could have meant his death. If Narancia would be followed to the vineyard, they’d all be dead. Fugo’s aggression doesn’t sprout from anger: it sprouts from worry.

Because we see him worry and care for Narancia in particular a lot.

and it’s undeniable that there’s a lot of trust between the 2, often turning towards one another for assistance.

And there’s a connection. I can only describe it as fate. The moment Fugo saw Narancia, he felt the need to help him. Even thought that highly contradicts everything we know about Fugo, all the more when he was younger. He’s not the type who selflessly reach out a hand, yet with Narancia he did.

The way how Fugo shouted that Narancia needs some spaghetti was hilarious. But the thought behind it is just so beautiful. Narancia looked all dirty, in rags, starved. He probably didn’t want anyone to see him. Yet Fugo SHOUTED. That boldness that the other had the right to stand there proudly might have had an even bigger impact on Narancia than just getting a free meal.

He walks in all hunched and small, but once Fugo shouts, he stands up straight.

Also, in PHF, Fugo gets upset with the restaurant owner for looking down on Narancia.

Also, considering Bucciarati didn’t want Narancia to join and just getting to meet Polpo isn’t something an outsider could do, it’s inefitable that Fugo was the one who referenced Narancia. Narancia couldn’t have joined if not for Fugo.

If we look at Fugo’s background, I think it’s not far-fetched to say the boy knew absolutely NOTHING of modern pop culture and music and dancing. So then HOW THE HELL was HE part of the Torture Dance???? I can only imagine that Narancia told him all about music and dance and popular artists. He must have been so proud that there was something he knew and Fugo didn’t. And for them to be so in sync with the dance, they have definitely spend a long time practicing, maybe already far before Mista joined the gang. You wouldn’t do that if you weren’t very close with someone, all the more because it’s not that much in Fugo’s character.

And then there’s that beautiful last scene. I know it’s anime only, but the staff wouldn’t put it in if it wasn’t canonically plausible. Fugo was on the other side of the country, he had no way of knowing what was going on with the rest. Yet he felt the premonition that something had happened. And Narancia’s soul, in those last moments, turned to Fugo.