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'AFTER DARK' - M.S
Synopsis - “But… why do you hate that you like it?” "Because I'm supposed to hate you! And I can't do that when I'm in love with you!"
Warnings! - Profanity, kissing, arguing, Nick and Chris r kinda asses, use of Y/N, crying, name calling (not directly though), crying.
A/N - I was listening to 'After Dark' and I thought about something I had written down but lost but I still remember the plot. This is so long😭 Although, please enjoy ! ♡
You and Matt had been at each other's throats since you guys met.
He'd say one thing and it would lead to either a small banter or an actual yelling match. But with you two, it was unpredictable what was going to happen.
Lately you two have been a little more smiley with each other, still bantering a lot, but sometimes playfully.
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Matt was in his room, and I'm sitting in the living room, watching the same show I had on when Nick and Chris went out to eat with Madi and Laura.
Soon enough, I got bored and paused the episode and walk to Matt's room.
He doesn't look up from his phone but sighs.
"Get out."
I just shake my head and plop down in his chair at his desk, drumming my fingers on the arms of it lightly.
"Nah. I'm bored."
He groans. “Why are you in my room?”
"Entertainment? I guess." I sigh and shrug.
"I got bored in the living room by myself. Nick and Chris went out to dinner with Madi and Laura and left me here."
“So, they just… left you here?” His eyes widen a little. He puts his phone down on his bed next to him.
I shrug and look down at his desk at the keyboard and little pieces of candy wrapper trash.
"I guess. "
"Well, why didn't you with them?"
I shrug again and cross my arms on the desk, avoiding messing up his keyboard.
"Just, wasn't in the social mood."
I'm thankful he can't see me right now. Even when I walked in, he never looked at me. Thank God. I feel like I look absolutely terrible. I feel exhausted and drained. I have no real reason to feel this way, but I guess emotions are just difficult.
I hear him sigh and hear the small 'thunk' of his head pressing against the headboard.
"Whay are you still here? You need something?"
I just shrug again, knowing he can't see me.
"Not really. Just don't want to be alone I guess."
I lay my head on my arms, closing my eyes. Laying my head down like you would on a desk at school.
"Well, what do you want me to do? Entertain you?" Matt's voice rings from behind the chair.
"I'm not expecting anything. I just didn't want to be alone. Is that such a hard thing to understand?" My voice firm and muffled by the way my face is buried in my arms.
I know I can't see him, but I can hear the eye roll in his voice.
"Why can't you just get out? Find something else to do other than be a fucking bug." He grumbles the last part, but I can hear it clearly.
I sigh frustratedly and stand up from the chair walking to his door.
"Fine. I'll just go fuck myself then." I grumble as I swing the door open and walk out of it, out of his room. Just like he wanted.
He puts up his hands in disbelief and just stares after you. Once you leave, he sits up, and buries his head back into his hands. He sighs a little louder, and his voice is more strained.
“Stupid…” he mutters.
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I walk back into the living room, plopping down on the chase and curling up in one of the many blankets that are strewn across the length of the couch and grab my phone.
I open up Instagram and start to go through everyone's stories, just to get everything out of the way. I click onto Nick's story and see a picture of not just him, Chris, Madi and Laura. But of all of my friends. And that hits deep.
I scrub a hand over my face with a sigh before clicking off of the story and closing out Instagram entirely.
For some reason, I feel sad knowing that I'm not there.
I feel my breathing pick up slightly and tears well in my eyes. I tighten my grip on my phone, my knuckles white, and close my eyes for a second, making the tears fall down my face.
My mind drifts back to the only other person in the house. The same person I have a love/hate relationship with.
After a few minutes of playing some weird iOS game, I hear footsteps coming from Matt's room. Then I feel the couch behind me sink.
He doesn't say a word. Just sits there.
I immediately notice his presence but decide to ignore it until I can't. My back is turned to him.
"What do you want?" I grumble, not turning around or turning my head to look at him.
He puts his head on the back of the couch. His shoulders are slouched, and his expression is… blank.
“I don’t know, I felt bad.”
I snort softly at his words.
"Since when do you feel bad for me? Yeah right." I mumble the last part to myself.
His eyes narrow a little. I can tell he heard me, but it's all silent for a few moments.
"It was rude that they just left you here." He shrugs, and his tone is... a little less rude than his normal snarky and sharp one.
"Yeah, well it's fine. I don't mind." I mutter and sniffle to clear my stuffy nose from crying.
He tilts his head to the side, looking at the back of your head.
“Do you have a cold, or something?”
"Oh, yeah. No, I'm fine." I keep my back turned to him, but I drop my phone and use the sleeve of my zip-up to wipe my nose and cheeks.
“Are you sure? Cause it kinda looks like you’re crying.” His voice is a little gentler than I'm used to hearing.
"I'm fine, Matt." My voice firmer and a bit louder than I was speaking.
He notices the change in tone, and he sounds a little sterner.
“You know, this is exactly why we can't be friends. You won't tell me what's going on when I ask, and then you get all defensive and mean when I do notice that something's wrong.” He crosses his arms tight, and he looks forward again.
"Well, maybe I don't tell you because you're usually the reason why." I sniffle again and try to breathe through the upcoming wave of emotions. My voice cracking slightly.
His eyes widening a little and he looks at you, his expression soft with regret.
"Am I the one who made you cry?"
His eyes stay soft, and he looks really concerned.
I sigh and shake my head, picking up my phone and pulling up the photo of Nick and the others.
"Not this time." I exhale sharply. My voice quieter than my previous tone and strained from me trying not to cry again.
He looks at you for a few more moments, and his face softens even more.
“What happened..?” He speaks as gently as he can.
I reach my phone out with a photo from Nick's story of him, Chris, Madi, Laura, Sab, Ari, and Oliver sitting at a table with big smiles on their faces.
I feel him grab the phone from my hand and presumably try to look at it better.
He looks at the phone screen, then looks back at you.
“They didn’t invite you?..”
I sit up on the couch, moving to a sitting position instead of laying and kick the blanket off me.
I chuckle dryly.
"And what's worse... is that it's my birthday today. I mean, I don't usually celebrate it but, it's my birthday and all of my friends are out without me." I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs and rest my chin on my kneecaps.
His head snaps up to my face, his brows low.
"Wait, it's your birthday...? And you're alone?"
I sniffle and rub my eyes.
"Like I said, I don't mind anymore. But I just go so overwhelmed earlier when you told me to leave your room, I just started crying and my mind drifted back to that whole fact and I just-" I just sigh and put my forehead on my knees while closing my eyes, shaking my head softly.
His eyebrows raise.
“You don’t… mind being alone on your birthday?” His expression softens a bit when he watches you put your head on your knees.
I just shrug again and breathe in through my nose sharply.
"Wouldn't be the first time." I mumble to myself but instantly realizing Matt heard it.
His voice is a little softer, and he sounds concerned?
“Why are you so okay with being alone? Is it a defense mechanism or…?” He just looks at me, waiting for an answer.
"I never really got much attention as a kid. I was basically forced into isolation most of my childhood."
I lift my head and rest my cheek on my knee, my head turned to Matt.
His expression softens and he looks at the ground, listening carefully.
“Was it… hard? Being alone like that?”
His eyes move up to meet mine. The eye contact being genuine and not as snarky as usual.
"Sometimes. My older sister, Izzy, was the only person who ever paid attention to me and made sure I had everything I needed for like school and stuff." I straighten my legs out and lean my head on his shoulder.
He looks at you for a moment, but when he sees where you put your head, his entire expression softens. His eyes glance at you before he looks down at his own lap.
“I don’t like you being alone on your birthday… you deserve to be celebrated.”
"Well, I'm not alone. I mean, you're here, aren't you?" My voice calm and filled with an emotion not even I can identify.
“I mean… yes. I am here. But I… I don’t feel like that’s enough.”
His voice is soft and gentle. Whatever emotion is filling the air right now, he must feel it too.
"To me, one person is better than nobody. So, to me, as a person who has spent quite a few birthdays alone, that is more than enough." I slightly nuzzle my head onto his shoulder more comfortably.
His eyes stay focused on your face. He hesitates for a moment, then shifts a little closer to you.
I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders, and smiles when I nuzzle into his shoulder.
After a few moments of silence, I speak up.
"This is comfortable." I mumble as I shift around to drape my legs over his and rest my head on his shoulder, closer to his chest.
"This is comfortable…." He mumbles.
He hums quietly, the action vibrating his chest and calming me down even more. I feel him rub his hand up and down my arm, and his other one draped across my waist, holding my body close to his.
I slowly let my eyes drift shut. I bring my hand to rest on his chest next to my head. I bend my knees a little and move closer to him, if possible. Suddenly feeling even more exhausted than before.
He smiles when he feels one of your hands on his chest, and he holds you even closer to him. He lets a few seconds pass, but his brain is moving a mile a minute.
"Can I… do something?" he whispers, his voice a little strained.
I nod once against his chest, the movement slowed from my fatigue.
A beat later I feel the hand that's wrapped around my shoulders lightly carding through my hair, gently massaging my scalp.
I hum in content and snuggle closer to his body, yearning for his warmth.
After a while of just lying there, I feel myself lulling into a very inviting rest. The motion of his hands in my hair, and his warmth and the way his arms are wrapped around me are enough to make me drift off into a restful sleep, my breathing evening out.
-Matt's POV-
I lay there holding her in my arms, listening to her breathing. Feeling her chest rise and fall.
"You fell asleep on me..." I mumble and run my fingers through her hair one last time before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
I keep glancing down to see if she's woken up yet, but she looks s peaceful... I hope she's comfortable.
I lay there for a few more minutes doing nothing in particular, just looking at her in this peaceful state. I can't believe I could hate her. I think I only didn't like her because I've never seen this side of her before.
After a few more minutes, I shift around so I'm holding her bridal style, her head not moving from where it's rested on my collarbone.
Slowly I make it to my room and set her down on my bed, putting the comforter over her body and then sliding in behind her, slinging my arm around her waist and holding her to me.
I breathe in her scent and feel myself lulling off.
--MORNING-- -Y/N's POV-
I wake up, instantly feeling arms around me, holding me tightly, and breathing on the back of my neck.
At first, I'm alarmed but then I open my eyes and see I'm in Matt's bed.
'How did I end up in his bed??'
"Mm..." I hear from behind me.
I look around the bed for one of our phones, but neither are in sight.
"What time is it...??" I mumble to myself before giving up my search, concluding I had left mine on the couch last night.
"Shh... It's still early.." Wow tired sounds good on him.
He doesn't sound that awake yet, his voice a bit strained. I feel him nuzzle farther into the back of my neck, gently pressing a small kiss to the base of it.
I feel my cheeks heat up from the feeling of his lips on the back of my neck. I shift around to where I'm facing him. I brush a few strands of his hair from his eyes.
"Sleepy looks good on you..." I mumble to no one in particular. Just stating a fact.
He slowly begins to open his eyes, his expression still sleepy and calm. He looks into my eyes, the little bit of sun peeking from the cracks in his blinds shining on his eyes in just the right way. His eyebrows raise a little bit, and I can see a small blush make its way across his cheeks.
"Morning..." His voice sounding softer than I've ever heard from him. Is he... smiling? It's hard to tell.
I allow myself to gaze at his entire face, inspecting every little thing. My gaze lingers on his lips for a moment before I meet his eyes again.
"Morning." I smile softly, not minding this kind of contact or interaction.
He just stares at me for a second, his eyes still looking tired and a smile finding its way to his face.
After a minute or two of us looking at each other, I feel the warmth of his hands leaving my sides, making me frown lightly. He sits up, leaning against the headboard, and rubs his eyes.
"D'You sleep well? You probably weren't comfortable using me as a pillow." He chuckles quietly. His voice still quiet and laced with sleepiness still, the blush not as visible, but still there.
"I was, very comfortable. But may I ask how I ended up in the bed? I fell asleep on the couch... I think." I roll onto my back and sit up a little bit, laying my upper back on the pillows, putting a bit of distance in between us.
"Yeah, I um... I carried you to my bed..." His smile disappears and his cheeks flush, changing color from the blush. He looks at his hands in his lap, seemingly avoiding my eyes.
"I thought you'd be more comfortable? I don't know..." His voice trailing off, shaking his head softly.
I clear my throat and move to a sitting position, like him, leaning against the headboard also.
"Well, uh... either way thanks for... y'know, being there last night. I kind of liked the side of Matt I saw last night." I send him a small grin, despite him not looking at me for a few more moments.
He seems to perk up at my words, once finally registering what I had said.
"You.... liked seeing me last night...?" His face flushes again and he turns his head to me, a smile on his face.
I don't think I've ever seen his smile directed towards me. Always to his brothers, family, and friends. But having him smile at me feels... special. Like it's all for me.
"Yeah." I smile softly, looking down at my lap where my hands are folded together.
"That was probably one of the only times you didn't call my annoying or a bitch." I look back at him.
"So, yeah. I liked seeing the nice Matt." My smile drops a little.
"And I am sorry for being such a pain in the ass. I guess I can be kind of... persistent at times. And nagging." I slightly shrug one shoulder and pick at some of the fuzzies on my sweatpants.
His eyebrows raise again, and he looks straight at me.
"You really are something else... I didn't think you knew how to apologize!" He smiles playfully at me, but his comment hurts.
I swear I feel my heart break a little. I feel the tips of my ears warm up, and my face gets warm from the overcoming feeling of wanting to cry.
I clench my jaw and ball my left fist up, my nails digging into my palms. I move to sit on the edge of his bed and stare down at the hardwood floor.
"I think I'm going to head back to my place."
I can feel the smile drop from his face when he speaks, sounding shocked.
"Wait, what? It's still kind of early, why would you want to go already?"
I clear my throat and stand up.
"I've been over here for a week already; I should go back so I could clean up anything my roommates might've messed up." I zip my hoodie up all the way and walk to his door, not sparing him a glance, his comment hurting more than it should. I open the door and step out into the kitchen.
I hear him slide off of his bed and follow me out to the kitchen.
"Wait, don't leave. We have to talk about...." He trails of lightly. I can feel his gaze on me as I shuffle around looking for my wallet, keys and shoes.
"You and I.... We have to talk. About us..."
That makes me stop in my tracks, in the middle of the living room. I turn around to ace him.
"What is there to talk about?!" My voice strained and high pitched. Almost whiny in a 'I'm about to cry' way.
"So what? I had a moment of weakness, and you were there! Why does that have to change anything?" I throw my arms up and feel my throat starting to tighten.
"And- And just because I 'know how to apologize', doesn't mean shit! So, please tell me. I'm all ears. What is there to talk about?" I put the words in air quotes, because the way he said it, hurt my feelings. And especially after I tried to be the better person and own up to what I do and apologize for it.
His eyes narrow a little, and his voice sounds annoyed.
"Just because you had a moment of weakness doesn't mean you can just suddenly leave! There is more for us to talk about! Especially after last night."
It's obvious he's trying to keep his cool. Like he doesn't want to snap. But honestly, if he did snap, I wouldn't care. His eyes are sharp and focused as usual, but a hint of that softness from when we woke up is still faintly there.
"Nothing happened Matt! I was alone, so I went to your room, then you kicked me out of your room, and I got sad and started crying and you were the only one around! Plus, if you really fucking wanted to, which I wouldn't put it past you, you could've left me to cry alone! Laughed in my face! Called me another insult! You could've done anything! But you didn't. You stayed. And you comforted me until I fell asleep! That's all the fucking happened!" I moved closer to him. Every word I speak is accentuated by a jab of my finger to his chest.
My voice has raised a little and I'm getting angry now. My breathing has started to get a little bit faster because of the immense amount of frustration and anger I feel.
He lets out small grunts at every jab of my finger.
"Stop it! Just... stop it. You are so impossible to work with." He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, but it's clear I've plucked a nerve. And good, not what I was going for, but a win is a win.
"You don't want to talk about last night because deep down, you know that you liked what you saw, but you don't want to admit it." He goes quiet and steps back, putting distance between us.
"Maybe I do like it! Maybe that's why I'm choosing to ignore it! Because I liked it! And I hate that I liked it. I hate that I let it happen. I hate that I allowed myself to cry in front of you. I hate how perfect you look, even when you're yelling at me. I hate how blue your eyes are and how much they remind me of the ocean. I hate how you can do what you want in my life, and I allow it! Because I like it!" I can feel tears of frustration spilling down my face. My eyes are wide and firm with anger and frustration. My lips twisted in a flat line, nostrils flared, and face flushed from anger and crying.
He seems to be caught off guard. His mouth slightly agape, watching my emotions switch back and forth all at the same time, looking speechless.
"O-oh..." I faintly hear him mumble. He looks...confused?
He takes a few small steps towards me, his voice so inviting.
"But... why do you hate that you like it?" His words come out in a whisper, his tone gentle, his eyes soft and calm, his face kind and inviting. He looks slightly nervous.
"Because I'm supposed to hate you! And I can't do that when I'm in love with you!" I accidently shout the words, and then immediately regret that. My eyes get impossibly wider, and my hands fly over my mouth.
He takes another step back, his jaw dropping lower. He stares at me for a few seconds, not saying anything, which makes worry churn in my stomach.
He blinks a couple times before he clears his throat and closes his mouth.
"Did- Did I hear you correctly...?"
"Fuck!" I ball my hands into fists and press the heels of my hands against my forehead and push my back against the closest wall, sliding down it to where I'm sitting on the floor with my knees to my chest.
I let out a few choked sobs and mumbles of curses before nodding.
"Yeah." My voice quiet and hoarse. I sniffle and squeeze my eyes shut for a second and open them again, dropping my hands to my sides.
I watch as he walks over to me, dropping to his knees next to me and pushes my knees away from my chest. He pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders gently.
"Hey, hey... shh. Slow down. I'm not... I'm not going to judge. Just slow down. I'm right here." I hear him whisper. And feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.
"Don't panic. Just take a deep breath, let it all out. I'm right here."
That's all it takes for me to completely break down. Sobbing, and mumbling in between with hiccupped breaths. All the while he's stroking my hair and occasionally running his fingers through it.
"I'm so sorry." I manage to choke out between short breaths and sobs.
He presses another kiss to the top of my head and grabs one of my hands, his other hand rubbing my back in comforting patterns.
"You have no reason to be sorry... You're allowed to... to feel this way, okay? I'm not mad at you, and you shouldn't be mad at yourself either. Just... breathe with me, okay?" I feel his hold tighten, reminding me he's there.
I attempt to match his deep, calm breaths, but I can't. No matter how hard I try, I always end up hyperventilating after I cry.
My breathing starts to come out uneven, raggedly, too fast and choppy, making me lightheaded.
"Hey. Hey, look at me." He puts two fingers under my chin turning my head to face his.
"Breathe. Just breathe. Slowly in through the nose." He inhales slowly through his nose.
"Then slowly out through your mouth." He exhales slowly through his mouth.
"Do it with me. In."
Inhale slowly.
"Out."
Exhale slowly.
It's too difficult to match. But after many attempts, my breathing has slowed down and my head is no longer dizzy.
He watches as I control my breathing and return it to normal. Once it has returned to a normal pace, he lets go of my chin, leaving the area cold from where his fingers were.
"Good.... Deep breaths, that's right."
He lets out a small sigh and presses a kiss to my forehead before wiping my cheeks free of tears and tear stains.
"Can you tell me why you feel so bad about this?" He asks quietly.
"I don't even know. It just feels wrong, feeling this way. It feels like I'm supposed to see you as an annoying older brother but instead I developed feelings for you."
He hums gently, seeming to wrap his head around my words. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking one deep breath then opening them and looking into my eyes.
"Look, just because you're supposed to see me as a brother doesn't mean you can't have feelings for me. It just changes the dynamic. And you can't blame yourself either." He shakes his head once.
"Because it's not your fault. Not one bit." He cups my cheek and wipes away a few stray tears with his thumb.
"How did you... How did you know you were in love with me...? I mean, how- what made you realize it?"
I sniffle and clear my throat, not wanting my voice to give out. I take another deep breath before speaking.
"Last night. When you stayed and comforted me in my so called 'moment of weakness'. When you didn't push my head of your shoulder. Or even just the fact that you listened to me last night. And the way you held me was..." I trail off, not knowing how to describe it. It was so comforting and calm the way he held me, it put me to sleep. Literally.
He beams that sweet smile out, lifting my spirits a little.
"Did- did you like being comforted last night?" His voice becoming soft, and delicate.
I nod and lick my suddenly dry lips.
"Yeah. Hearing you talk that softly was really nice. And I liked being in your arms." My voice a little nervous from having to admit this out loud.
He looks as though he's processing my words, like I can see the little loading circle above his head, and then when it clicks, his entire face lights up.
He stands up, holding his arms out.
"Come here." His voice a little firm and commanding, but still soft and sweet.
I slowly climb to my feet and just about throw myself into Matt's arms, wrapping my arms around his torso and his arms wrap around my neck and shoulders.
"About fucking time you two stopped denying shit."
We break away from the hug quickly and turn to the kitchen where Chris is standing rubbing his eyes.
"What?"
"God, are you two blind? You guys have been ogling each other when the other wasn't looking. It's been driving me insane. And now Nick owes me 400 bucks."
Matt groans and I roll my eyes and plop down on the couch with a small smile on my face as I feel the cushion next to me sink and then an arm is being draped across my shoulders and pulling close to him.
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After a while, we make it back into his room.
We're laying on his bed, both of us on our phones, not really talking.
Out of nowhere, he drops his phone and turns to me.
"You want to go to dinner sometime?"
I lay my hands in my lap, turning my head to look at him.
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"Are you going to say no?"
"No."
"Then yeah, I'm asking you on a date."
I smile at the dorky tactics and roll my eyes playfully.
I grab the part where the strings of a hoodie are on his hoodie and pull him to me, our lips colliding in the middle.
"I'd love to go on a date with you."
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I think that BNHA is kinda too long (like it's better if it were shorter, more compact) and JJK is kinda too short (there are still many plotholes). What do you think?
You know what series that have the perfect length and ending for me? Haikyuu! I really love this series. What an amazing series with great characters... Don't you agree that Haikyuu might have raised our standard a little too high on (shounen) manga endings....
You're not completely wrong for BNHA even though I think it's okay for a Shonen to have that many chapters. I think the main problem with BNHA is that the author underestimated how deep and philosophical his story was, and the seriousness of some subjects. BNHA is optimistic and idealistic and I can't blame it, it's a superhero story where the good guys win and the country is safe, and the people are happy in the end. It's a cliché but we should have expected it. The problem with how long it was is that it gave us too much content about villains and their convictions, about the heroes society's flaws, and it went through many potential ending options before the real conclusion. So in the end I'm still disappointed.
JJK is short but that's not a bad thing, the problem is that it ended too soon. I don't need the story to be 100 chapters longer, but I would have liked 10 more chapters to explain to me what happened to everyone and how they learned to cope with everything and how the Jujutsu Society really works now. It's not "too short", it has been rushed. The Sukuna fight arc was too long, but it ended in 2 chapters and it just felt wrong. Honestly there are 15 or so chapters that are completely useless, they could be deleted from the story it wouldn't change a single thing, and the ending would still feel weird.
Haikyuu is great, I actually haven't read the manga but I've seen the anime and I know most things about the timeskip. I simply avoided being spoiled about the match results and who won the Nationals etc. I wouldn't say it raised our standards though, Haikyuu is kind of an exception tbh, I don't compare every manga ending to Haikyuu's. Maybe other people do, I don't know. But Shonen's endings have always and often been disappointing, look at Naruto Shippuden for example. It's nothing new. We have a good one from time to time, is all.
I also think one of the reasons we're rarely satisfied with an ending is the reading format. If you read scan chapters every week as they're published, you are way more likely to be disappointed than if you started the manga when it was already completed so you read it entirely. Because years of waiting for the next chapter makes you have theories and develop a deep attachment (often parasocial relationships) with the characters, and you start having your personal expectations and your own point of view on how the story should end. And obviously what you want isn't what the author wanted or planned, it is not what the story need either.
Anyway I just believe we're all biased and we sometimes ruin the things we like by ourselves ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#answering asks#bnha#mha#jjk#as usual that is simply MY personal take on this subject#I do not have the absolute objective truth. i am also a flawed and biased human being
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Hey, Kris!! Yes, I did notice that Ango is one of your faves, you're one of the few people I see talking about him! He is very underrated, indeed. I'm pretty excited for his part this season, too! His dynamic with Dazai is actually really interesting, how they're both dealing with their guilt over Odasaku's death and how that drives them.
I loved the first episode of S4! I'm so glad they decided to do untold origins! I love Fukuzawa and Ranpo so much and I think they're condensing the story pretty well so far. I really like the monochrome color aesthetic they went with, too. And those crumbs of baby assassin Odasaku! I don't think any of us are ready for the DOA arc to start, my Lord do anime-onlys have a storm coming sdfghjgfhj. Kuni's big moment is going to be very exciting, though! It's such a good hero moment, his absolute commitment to his ideals.
Also, sorry I missed your birthday again, I confused myself because I was late getting the post out last year dfghjhghj. I hope you've been well! And that you have time to watch S4 soon! *hug*
Hey Katie!! ❤️ Apologies for the late response >.< I was occupied with a lot of things but I'm a little more free now!!
Thank you once again for the Ango set you dedicated to me!! :D💕 I don't talk enough about him but Ango is definitely another interesting and very nuanced character in BSD!! I know Oda and Dazai have a special bond, but I like to believe that Dazai somewhere deep inside still cares about Ango, and is deeply hurt by the way things turned out. We'll even get to see Ango's unresolved guilt in this arc oof :') And their dynamic is certainly interesting and funny at the same time. Ango's trust in Dazai, even going to the lengths of lying because he asked him to...I wish we could see more of their interactions lmao. I want to see them open up to each other too but they're both a little emotionally constipated for that I guess ajsklfslfk.
I also really love the quote you used on the gif set you made!! Even if it was just for a moment, and even if the entire idea was impossible to begin with, Ango seemed to indulge in his feelings and forget about the reality for a second and the underlying hopelessness of it all... :')
I'm happy they went with the untold origins too!! It fits the narrative for the next arc and the episode looks great!! Fukuzawa and Ranpo have such a hilarious dynamic throughout the novel and of course baby assassin Odasaku crumbs are much appreciated 🫶
Omg you're so right?? It's truly impossible to be entirely prepared for the upcoming chaos the arc will bring (good luck to the anime-onlys LOL) :') I'm dreading and yet so excited to see Kunikida's heroic moment I don't know what to do with myself hnnnnhh🥲
Do you have any particular moments you're looking forward to? (Apart from the Fyodor vs Dazai chess board match reveal of course XD)
No worries Katie!! ^^💕 I very much appreciate that you decided to post something for me so thank you for the beautiful set 💖💖💖 I hope to see both the episodes in the next few days so I can go crazy in the tags discuss more freely about the episodes heheh! Warm hugs!!! ❤️
#thank you for sending in this ask!! 💕#this ended up longer than I thought hahah!!#I hope you're having a good day!!#Katie💕#bsd spoilers#just in case lol
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Lost Princessa 25
So I'm quarantined until Thursday (if I don't pop positive on a test before then) so you guys reap the benefits of me having bronchitis and possibly COVID.
Thanks to @drabbles-mc and @iamthegraham. I love how you guys keep me going with this story and take anything I throw at y'all in stride.
This is a BEAST of a chapter with plenty of set up for the next chapter which may or may not already be written, so let's get the formalities out of the way.
Please do not translate, duplicate or in anyway copy my writing on any other platforms. I promise, there's only one of me and the only place this is posted is right here.
Warnings: cursing, talk of murder, talk of human trafficking. Let me know if I missed anything please?
After her shower, Megan searched through the closet to see what Letty had bought. There were a couple of backless dresses - surely Letty had thought of what went under those. Megan sighed and picked up her phone to call and find out.
Two rings in, Coco picked up Letty’s phone. “Who the fuck is this?!”
Megan giggled. “Well good morning to you too, Coco. It’s Megan. Got a question for my personal shopper.”
Coco chuckled. “Sorry Ma. I was expecting it to be some asshole boy. Gimme a sec. I’ll roll her outta bed.”
“‘Kay. Thanks, Coco.”
“No problem, Ma.”
Megan giggled again as she heard a muffled scuffle and much swearing from the teenager. A minute or so later, Letty’s sleepy voice came through the speaker. “‘Lo. Who’s this?”
Megan outright laughed. “It’s Megan. Got a question for you about my wardrobe that you purchased.”
“Oh. Hey girl. What’s up?” Letty asked through a yawn.
“So, you bought me backless dresses - any chance you bought the bra to match? I can’t exactly wear a regular one for a few days. It’ll rub the new ink.” Megan flicked through hangers looking for a shirt to wear. The dresses were tempting just because they were something completely new to her - and they were especially tempting after this morning’s time in bed with Hank - but not exactly practical with riding the bikes.
An excited squeal came through the speakers. “Yes! I got some of those stick on bras. Things work miracles for a clubbing dress. Please tell me you’re wearing one of the dresses today?”
Megan laughed again. “I thought about it, but I really can’t. I’ve never worn one and dresses and bikes don’t mix.”
“Oh please! I thought of that too. There should be some cotton shorts you can wear under the dresses in there somewhere too. Please wear one? I desperately want to see you in the green one. Hank will lose every bit of his SHIT!” Letty begged.
“So will Papa!” Megan exclaimed.
“Nah. Taza’ll be cool with it. Please…?” It sounded like Letty was really turning on the puppy eyes. “It’ll make putting lotion on your tattoo SO much easier too!”
Megan bit her lip and sighed as she found the dress Letty was referring to. A dark green skater dress that was backless but actually had ¾ length sleeves to it. It wasn’t TOO short… and if she had shorts on under it, it couldn’t be TOO bad… “Fine! You win. But if Papa or mi padrinos lose their shit - I’m blaming you!”
Letty cheered triumphantly and Megan could hear Coco in the background asking what the fuck was going om. “I’ll take it! See you later at the club house?”
“Yep. See you soon” Megan chuckled as she hung up before going to dig through the dresser and find where Hank had put the bra and the shorts Letty mentioned.
Forty-five minutes later there was a knock on her bedroom door. “Chica - you good? Breakfast is ready,” Taza called.
“Ugh. Okay, Papa. Just fighting with my hair!” Megan called back.
He cautiously cracked the door open to find Megan fighting to twist her long hair into a bun in front of the dresser mirror. His eyes briefly scanned over her in the deep emerald dress with the open back proudly showing off her new ink. He couldn’t help but smile. “Well look at you, Chica! Don’t you look pretty this morning.”
Megan smiled a little at him in the mirror and let her hair fall again. “Need to let the tattoo breathe. I couldn’t find a shirt to do it, and Letty begged me to wear the dress so…”
Taza slipped inside and shut the door. “You’re beautiful, Sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead gently. “Want me to braid your hair like yesterday so it doesn’t irritate you so much?”
“Do you mind? I was trying not to bug you about it today.” She smiled sheepishly up at him.
“I’ll never mind helping with your hair, Chica. We need to get you a dressing table for in here.” He smiled. “I’ll have the prospect go pick one up today. Til then…” he slipped out and found the little wooden step stool she’d been using in the kitchen “this’ll do.” He sat on the bed with the stool in front of him and patted it.
Megan sat in front of him and handed him the pins and hair ties from the day before along with her hair brush.
Taza brushed her hair gently and started braiding. “Yeah. A dressing table and a good hair brush. Somewhere to keep your hair things. Maybe a few pretty things for if you feel like getting dressed up sometimes.” He smiled and carefully slid some pins in as he went. The braiding went a lot quicker today since he’d remembered the feel of it.
“Papa… you know I don’t need things like that.” She played with the hem of her dress and looked down at the white low tops she was wearing.
He kissed her hair and smiled. “I know, Chica. You’re gorgeous without them but every girl deserves some pretty things. And I have some of my mother’s things in my closet. Seeing you in that dress reminded me.” He slid the last pin in. “There you go, Sweetheart.” He stood with a smile.
Megan went to glance in the mirror. “Thank you, Papa. I love it.”
“You’re welcome, Chica. Wait right there for me. I’ll be right back.”
Taza slipped out the door and shut it firmly before moving to his room across the hall.
“Hey - she okay, Taz?” Hank asked anxiously from the end of the hall.
“Yeah, brother. She’s fine. Just had an issue with her hair. We’ll be out in a minute.” Taza chuckled and went to get the wooden box from the top of his closet.
Inside was all his mother’s everyday jewelry. Some of it was heirloom stuff from his mother’s tribe. Some of it was Mexican from after her marriage to his father. Either way - it would all be Megan’s now. He chuckled and resolved that he’d buy her something pretty on each run he went on without her - starting with tomorrow’s Vegas run.
He took the wooden box back in and set it on Megan’s dresser for now.
She smiled at him as she finished putting in her earrings. Her crown necklace already sat around her neck. “Wow.” She touched the lid reverently. “Was this hers?”
“Yeah. And her mother’s before that. Only right that it belongs to you now.” He opened the box to show beaded and metal jewelry alike. He pulled out a soft cloth bundle and revealed a pair of small silver hair combs with a single green gem on each.
Megan gasped softly. “Oh! They’re gorgeous, Papa. I can’t wear those. What if they get lost?”
“Then they get lost, Chica. It happens. Most of this is everyday wear. I have all the special pieces put back for special times for you.” He smiled and slipped the combs securely into her braids. “There. They suit you, Chica.”
“Are you sure, Papa?” Megan looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but touch the silver pieces where they stood out against her dark hair.
“Of course I’m sure. You’re allowed pretty things.” He nudged her chin up so she was looking him in the eyes. “Don’t worry. I have all her ceremonial things with her regalia. These are all things that she wore whenever she felt like it.” He smiled. “You’ll get her regalia too, when you’re ready for that.”
Megan nodded and smiled softly. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Now - breakfast is ready and Hank is anxious.” He chuckled. “I hope you have shorts under that dress so he can show you off before Templo.”
Megan giggled a little and nodded again. “Letty thought of everything I think.”
“Good. C’mon then. Let’s get you fed.” He slung his arm around her shoulders and led her to the door. “Besides, I want to see his jaw hit the floor.”
Hank looked up as Taza entered the kitchen. “Get it straightened out? I put the pancakes in the oven to stay warm.”
“You tell me…” Taza smiled and stepped to the side to start making Megan a cup of coffee.
Megan laughed at her father’s dramatics. “Sorry. I was trying to get my hair to stay up…” she trailed off as she watched Hank’s jaw go slack.
Taza chuckled. “Told ya, Chica, and he hasn’t even seen the back. Give him a spin.”
Megan shook her head a bit. “You gonna catch him if he passes out? Hank, Baby, you gotta breathe. It’s just a dress.”
Hank took a deep breath. “Dios mío! Warn a man, Princessa.”
Megan laughed again. “It’s JUST a dress, Hank. Letty bought it and I figured it would let my tattoo breathe.” She played with her hem a bit self-consciously.
“It’s not just the dress, Princessa. You’re beautiful.” Hank stood and took two steps towards her.
“Thank you.” Megan smiled and took the cup of coffee from Taza when he offered it. “Thank you, Papa.”
Hank offered his hand to escort Megan to her seat and she took it with a grin. As he seated her, Taza replied “you’re welcome, Chica.” He chuckled as Hank stared at Megan’s exposed back and Taza saw him swallow hard. “You okay, hermano?”
Hank chuckled back. “Fine Taz. Our brothers on the other hand may not survive the day if they can’t keep their eyes to themselves.”
After breakfast, Megan tucked her wallet and phone into the inner pocket of her riding jacket. “What time is Templo?”
Taza glanced at his watch. “About an hour. You ready, Chica?”
“Yeah. I’ll do whatever you guys decide - as long as it doesn’t put any of you at risk.” She took her jacket down off the hook Taza had hung next to the one where his kutte hung.
“Princessa, we won’t take unnecessary risks.” Hank took her jacket from her and held it for her to slip into before brushing his fingers gently over the back of her neck. He couldn’t help envisioning a gold crown tattooed just below her hair line. While Taza was shrugging into his own kutte, Hank placed a kiss there.
Megan smiled at him over her shoulder. “Try not to kill your brothers today, hmm. It’s just the dress.” She squeezed his fingers gently.
“No promises, Princessa. And I keep telling you - it’s not just the dress.”
Taza chuckled. “C’mon. Let’s get la princessa there early enough that the novelty of seeing how pretty she is has time to wear off before Templo or her padrinos might just murder them all for you, Tranq.”
At the club house, the only bikes there before them were EZ, Marcus and Bishop.
Hank helped Megan out of her jacket and tucked her securely under his arm. Taza just shook his head with a smile. He knew Hank was going to lose his shit, but this was better than he expected.
The bigger Mayan seemed stuck between wanting to keep his hands on Megan at all times and trying to be a gentleman. The planned boxing lesson should be absolutely hilarious. Taza shot a quick text to Marcus and Bishop so they’d be sure to watch Hank and be as amused as Taza was.
Inside they found only the Padrinos at a table. EZ was nowhere to be found. He was probably in his trailer.
“Buenos días, Poquito! Look at you! Remind me to send a picture to your tía of you today. She’ll love this.” Marcus smiled as he stood to offer his god daughter a hug.
“Buenos días, Tío Marcus,” Megan said with a smile. “Thank you. I just needed something to let my tattoo air for the day.”
“You definitely found something to do that.” Bishop chuckled and motioned for her to turn so he could examine her ink. “Wow.” He looked at Hank. “Beautiful work, brother. Can’t wait to see it finished.”
“Thanks, Bish. She takes ink like a champ.” He smiled but kept his eyes on Megan as Marcus led her away to get another cup of coffee. He startled a bit when Taza patted his shoulder.
“Easy, hermano. Just her tío,” Taza said with a smile. He knew how Hank felt.
Hank grinned sheepishly. “Can you blame me? She looks like she stepped out of a storybook.”
Bishop chuckled. “She’s beautiful, brother, I admit. Where’d the hair combs come from? I thought we weren’t giving jewelry gifts before the Quince?”
Taza chuckled at his brother’s suspicion. “Not a gift. An heirloom. They were my mother’s.”
“Ahh. Fair enough.” Bishop looked at Hank only to see he was smiling at Megan who was watching him from across the bar with a grin. Bishop shook his head and nudged Taza who hid a smile behind his hand. “Dios mío. I swear - he’s twitterpated!”
Hank snapped out of it to look at the two older men. “What?”
“Man, are you going to be able to concentrate during Templo? We need all hands on deck here,” Bishop reminded him. “Megan’s safety depends on it.”
Hank nodded and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. “I’ll be fine.”
“Good, because we’re holding Templo out here. El Padrino and I agree - Megan needs to be a part of this discussion. We can’t just make decisions for her. Since she’s not patched, she can’t enter Templo. Prospect is gonna get a headstart on his yardshift and we’re holding full Templo in the bar.” Bishop lit a cigarette.
Taza nodded. “Sounds like a good idea to me. She can keep Hank focused enough. We’ll just sit her on his lap!” Taza teased.
Hank just chuckled. “Fair enough. That’s where I want her anyway with both charters here.”
EZ slipped inside from the kitchen doorway and Hank tensed. Marcus noted the sudden tension in the younger man from across the room and smiled down at his adopted niece. “Hank seems extra protective today. Everything alright, Poquito?” Marcus asked her as she put together coffee for herself, Hank and Taza.
Megan smiled. “Everything’s fine, Padrino. I just startled him this morning with the dress. I’ve never worn one before.”
Marcus chuckled. “If he loses it this much over a sundress, we may need EMTs at your party.”
Megan caught Hank’s eye with a smile and ducked her head a little shyly. “I’m still me.”
“You sure are, Poquito, but Hank is new to this relationship stuff too. He desperately wants to keep you safe and near him. He’d do anything if you never had to cry again. He doesn’t want anyone to even think about you in a disrespectful way, but he has no way of marking that you’re under his protection except his presence either.” Marcus reached out to gently tug the crown pendant around her neck. “That marks you as a daughter of the club. Gives you your father’s protection as well as Bishop’s and mine- but not HIS.”
“But I AM his girl. Eventually I’ll wear his mark. The vote just said only wives wear the permanent mark. We haven’t been together long enough for that.” Megan poured coffee into the three cups she had ready and offered Marcus a refill.
“True enough, Poquito. We just need to keep him from killing anyone until he relaxes into it.” Marcus winked and held the tray of coffee for her as she came out from behind the bar.
She laughed and waved at EZ to let him know she had Hank and Taza covered. They had settled into one of the seating areas of the club house and after she had put the coffee on the table between them, Hank gently guided her into his lap.
“Yo Prospect!” Bishop called, making Megan startle a bit. “C’mere.”
Megan settled closer to Hank's chest and leaned into him and his arm went around her bare back to steady her. He couldn’t resist stroking her soft skin with his thumb soothingly.
EZ came over to see what Bishop needed. “Yes, sir?”
“I need a Templo table put together here in the bar. One large enough for el Padrino’s men as well as ours. Once everyone gets here - you clear out and shut the gate. You’re on guard duty until otherwise notified for that rat bastard cop.” Bishop lit a cigarette.
“Yes, sir. Should I set up the front office for the girls? They’ll need a cooler and I can go turn the A/C on for them…” EZ asked.
“No need. Coco’s girl can stay in here if she comes. She’ll keep her mouth shut. And Poquito will be at the table with Hank and Taza.” Bishop exhaled smoke and waved it away from the group.
EZ startled a bit. “Yes, sir.” He went to start pushing tables together as the other men chuckled.
“Why hold Templo in the bar?” Megan asked quietly. “Isn’t the table in there big enough for both groups?”
Bishop chuckled. “Yes, but you have to have a full patch to enter Templo and YOU don’t.”
Marcus smiled softly as awareness bloomed across Megan’s face. “You deserve a say in what happens to the bastard, Poquito. He’s tormented you for fourteen years. Now you get to return the favor.”
The roar of bikes cut through the bar as Megan nodded, but pressed herself closer to Hank’s comforting warmth.
Hank stroked gently down her spine as her felt tension begin to knot her up. “Easy, Princessa. I’m here. Lean on me,” he whispered. He felt her tuck herself completely against his chest with her forehead pressed against the side of his neck. Her back was braced by his arm and the arm of the couch.
“Hank?” Megan whispered as men began to come inside revealing el Padrino’s men and not the men of the Santo Padre charter.
“Si, Princessa?”
“What happened to that prospect’s sponsor?” she asked quietly as her eyes roamed the unfamiliar men nervously.
“Hmm. Dunno.” Hank slid the hand that rested on her knee up to cup her face and kiss her forehead. “Stay right here until we find out though.”
Marcus sat up in his arm chair and greeted his men. “Buenos dias! Get yourselves some coffee. We’re holding Templo here in the bar.”
Marco - who Megan recognized as Hank’s friend - nodded with a frown. “Everything alright, Padrino?”
“You’ll find out during Templo,” Marcus said and lit a cigarillo.
“Si, Padrino.”
The men were noisy, but Megan could see that they weren’t as close as her own little family. There was joking and ribbing, but almost no contact between these strange Mayans. She looked to Taza and Hank. “Should I be behind the bar since EZ is busy putting the table together?”
Bishop answered her. “No, Poquito. You aren’t here as the bartender today. You’re family. You stay right where you are. You’re doing plenty keeping Hank focused.”
Megan nodded and glanced up at Hank who pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Stay right here, Princessa. I’ve got you.”
One of Marcus’ men noticed her and laughed. “I didn’t realize we could bring our own girls. I’d have brought a few of Vickies’s for myself.”
Hank tensed and Megna slipped her hand under his kutte to grip his shirt. “Remember - Arthur and Guinevere…” she whispered.
Hank took a deep breath of the scent of her shampoo and forced his muscles to relax. “Arthur and Guinevere.”
Megan smiled and kissed his jaw before looking up at the stranger. “You obviously weren’t here last time.” She held up her crown necklace. “But I KNOW the results of the princessa vote went wide, so either you’re begging for a cage match or you’re stupid. Which is it?”
“I’d like to hear that answer as well…” Bishop said, ashing his cigarette casually, but sitting forward in his chair with authority. “If you want a cage match, I’m sure Tranq will oblige, but making stupid comments about my god daughter will almost certainly get you killed here.”
Marcus sighed theatrically. “I thought I’d weeded out the dumbasses this time. Clearly I underestimated his stupidity. My apologies Bishop, Poquito.”
The man stuttered through an apology to Bishop and Marcus.
“Why are you apologizing to us? It was OUR goddaughter you basically called a whore. The daughter of the Santo Padre VP, I might add. You should be apologizing to her and her caballero - not us.” Bishop pointed out.
Hank was still tense, but Megan stayed snuggled against his chest and his hands were gentle as they continued to stroke the skin of her lower back and outer thigh.
The Mayan attempted to apologize to Hank - who growled deep in his chest causing goosebumps to litter Megan’s skin. “Still no apology for la princessa de los Mayas? You and I will be meeting in the cage this afternoon,” Hank growled. “We’ll see if you apologize better with fewer teeth. Get the fuck away from us.”
The man scrambled to put himself on the other side of the bar from them and Hank relaxed a smidge. He pressed apologetic kisses to Megan’s forehead.
Megan sighed. “I’m going to have to sit at the table with them, aren’t I?”
Bishop sipped his coffee. “We were just going to leave you on Hank’s lap so you’d be more comfortable, but now I think we need to establish you as Princessa. You’ll have a chair between Taza and Hank. You won’t have to be near anyone you don’t want to be.”
“How are we doing this?” Taza asked quietly. “Santo Padre on one side, Oakland on the other? Usually we only combine for Grand Templo and then it’s just officers at the table.”
“Sounds like a plan to me - Bishop and I at the head of the table - but you run the show, hermano. Your club house,” Marcus said. He sat back in his arm chair and offered Megan a small smile.
A loud rumble of bikes announced the arrival of the Santo Padre charter. Megan relaxed just a little bit more as she realized that her friends were here.
The men piled in laughing and joking to be greeted by their more serious brother charter. They quickly made their way over to the gathering at the couch. Morning greetings were passed quickly with many of them aimed at Megan.
Hank watched as Megan resituated herself on his knee so that she wasn’t hidden against him any more and had to smile. She was much more comfortable in the presence of her family.
Creeper had noted it too. “Everything go alright before we got here, Little Princess?” he asked her with a smile.
“I guess. Hank’s got an appointment in the cage this afternoon though.” Megan shrugged a bit nervously. “Apparently my reputation does not precede me yet.”
Creeper looked to Hank for an explanation.
“One of our Oakland brothers needs a lesson in manners is all. I’m more than willing to be the teacher.” Hank kissed Megan’s knuckles and smiled. “They’ll learn to give mi princessa the respect she deserves.”
“Fair enough.” Creeper smiled and patted his brother’s shoulder. “I’ll ref for you.”
“Hey Coco? Where’s Letty?” Megan asked curiously. “She said she’d be here and she better show after begging me to wear this dress.”
Coco lit a cigarette with a smirk. “She’ll be here later, Ma. I made her finish her homework first. Chuckie’s gonna go get her around lunch.” He chuckled. “She told me she’d picked your outfit this morning. Said something about airing out new ink. Lemme see.”
Megan grinned and stood to give the guys her back and show off Hank’s work. “Hank started fixing it yesterday so I had to be careful what I wore. Isn’t it gorgeous?”
All the guys very pointedly kept their eyes on her back as Hank narrowed his eyes at them.
“Wow, Shorty. That’s a lot of ink over your spine,” Angel said. He looked at Hank and grinned. “Very nice work, brother.”
Hank smiled up at Megan. “She took it like a champ too. Nearly four hours work and only took one break. She’d have kept going if I hadn’t stopped where I did.” He chuckled. “I’ll finish it in a few weeks when she’s healed.”
Coco looked closer and Hank tensed a bit before realizing that Coco was just admiring the art. “You did a great cover-up. Can’t even tell the old one was there.”
Megan smiled down at Hank proudly and preened - just a little - at his public praise for her stamina.
A sharp whistle cut through the air. “Time for table - Prospect make sure everyone has what they need and then shut the gate. Keep an eye out for our out of town friend,” Bishop called.
EZ quickly made sure everyone had a drink and put a few bottles of water at the end of the table where he knew Hank and Taza would have Megan and then went outside, shutting the door decisively behind him.
Bishop and Marcus moved to the head of the table before indicating for each group to take their places. Hank and Taza escorted Megan between them to the chair placed for her. None of the Santo Padre chapter batted an eye when Megan took her place, but a few grumbles were heard from the Oakland men.
Bishop called the meeting to order. “We have serious business to discuss today, brothers. My god daughter has a very large stake in the main matter of discussion. That’s why we’re holding Templo out here, so she can express any opinions she might have. Other matters can be freely discussed with her present as well - she knows all club business - but she won’t speak on anything to do with normal business.”
There were nods all around the table.
Marcus spoke next. “First - let’s get the run planning out of the way. Housekeeping first. Galindo will match our numbers. Who’s going?”
That was Creeper’s que to speak. “Taza is going as senior officer. As Road Captain - of course I’ll be going. We need at least two more.”
Bishop looked over his men. “Your turn Riz. Coco, Gilly and Angel were on the last run. Hank - you’re on minimal runs until we get the situation with Megan sorted and I can’t go because either Taza or I have to be present for the trespassing complaint to stick.” He turned to el Padrino. “Any of your boys want to make some quick cash while they’re down here? That’d solve our issue nicely.”
Marcus looked over his men. “Marco - I’ll give you first dibs. I know your daughter’s quince is coming up.”
Marco nodded. “I’ll go, Padrino. Becca’s party is getting close. Appreciate the extra cash.”
Bishop nodded. “Good. Coordinate with Creeper or Taza then. Preferably Creep. Taza has his hands full.”
Once Marco nodded, Bishop lit another cigarette and leaned forward over the makeshift ‘table’. “Now - for our main order of business. Some of you don’t know, so I’ll summarize from the beginning. A short time ago, Taza discovered that he had a daughter on a run. When given the option, Megan decided that she wanted to get to know her Papa and came back to Santo Padre with us. She is now my god daughter as well as being Marcus’ god daughter. She is also the reason for the princessa vote that happened in Santo Padre a few days ago as well as the markers for our queens.”
Marcus interjected as he tapped the ash off his cigarillo. “She is la princessa de los Mayas and will be treated as such. By all charters. She’s chosen Tranq as her caballero until they either part ways or she becomes his reina. Any slight to her means a cage match with him or another chosen champion. Am I understood?”
A chorus of “Si Padrino”s was heard. Marcus nodded and turned back to Bishop as Hank slid an arm around the back of Megan’s chair offering quiet support.
Bishop nodded. “Once here, we discovered MEgan was being stalked by her abusive ex-husband to attempt to beat an attempted murder rap. We eventually caught him and disposed of the issue.” He saw heads nodding all around. This was pretty standard practice in the club. “We disposed of the body in a car accident since the asswipe was out on parole. Figured it would keep the State of Tennessee happy while still giving Megan any benefits he may have had as next of kin.” He stopped to take a sip of beer. “Yesterday a Tennessee detective showed up asking questions and demanding to take Megan into custody. He set off her PTSD pretty bad, but after we got rid of him, she identified him as her foster brother from the age of twelve, Brandon Coleman. Further investigation on our part shows Detective Coleman is actually on leave from his department and is not here on state business. He just wants Megan and thought he could bluff his way into getting her because we’re a bunch of ‘dumb bikers’.”
One of the Oakland brothers frowned. “Why? No offense, but why does he want his sister so badly? No offense.”
Bishop looked to Megan who was chewing her lip hard enough to make it bleed. “We think he’s tied up in human trafficking. All evidence points to him selling Megan to her ex- for an undetermined price. He may want to dispose of her as evidence…” he paused and took a deep breath. “Or he may want to sell her again.”
The table was silent except for Megan’s harsh breathing. Hank was doing his best to resist pulling her into his lap to comfort her. He kept his arm tight around her and noticed Taza gripping her hand under the table.
Bishop swallowed and looked to Marcus. “You called Galindo’s people to see what you could find out. Any answers?”
Marcus nodded to the man beside him. “José was the contact I gave. I wanted to be freed up to help if Poquito needed us.”
Bishop nodded. “Anything?”
José pulled a folder out of his kutte. “Coleman is connected to three powerful trafficking rings. Two are of the mail-order bride type and the third is a hard core sex slavery ring. From what we can tell - la princessa would have been his first victim. No money seems to have exchanged hands, but shortly before he made detective, Coleman broke three drug cases wide open. The only way he could have gotten them is insider information.” José paused. He looked at Megan apologetically. “Then again - after the wedding of his sister to her now ex-, Coleman broke another career-making case wide open.”
Megan swallowed hard. “So he did sell me to advance his career.”
“I’m afraid so ma’am.” José said quietly before clearing his throat and continuing. “After that, Coleman can be connected to the disappearance of several women after their cases were closed. He goes on record saying he found them resources to start over and have a better life. On paper - the man’s a saint. In truth, Lucifer himself would condemn this man.” He passed the folder to Bishop. “All the proof is in there.”
Bishop flipped through it. “We’ll pass this information to our local police contact. It should be enough to get his badge pulled and a bolo put out for him. Until we can catch him - Megan you will stay in the presence of two full patches at all times.” He looked at her apologetically.
Megan nodded. She’d expected as much. At least they weren’t locking her down at the club house. “Si, Padrino. I understand,” she said quietly and looked down at her hands.
“Everyone else who isn’t on the run or babysitting duty - be on the lookout for anyone out of place. We’ve got pictures of him, but we don’t know if he has any allies here in Santo Padre.” Bishop passed around a picture from the yard security camera.
Megan spoke up. “Be careful if you do find him. He does have law enforcement training as well as being a big game hunter back home. He shouldn’t have S.W.A.T. or special ops training though.” She looked down at her lap. “If you have him and need physical leverage - his left shoulder is very weak from an old injury when we were teenagers.”
One of Marcus�� men spoke up, “Anything else you can give us? Any habits he would need to feed while he’s out here?”
Megan thought carefully. “No drug habit, but he likes to drink. Can’t hold his liquor very well though and has a rotten temper as a drunk. He’ll probably get himself thrown out of at least one bar.” She flinched at the memory of him being drunk and belligerent as a teenager. “He’s a bully. He won’t pick on someone his own size. And he likes to hit women. Like a lot.” She looked at Riz. “Did Vickie get warned about him? I’d hate for her girls to get hurt because he’s here after me.”
Riz smiled and nodded. “I can send her a copy of his picture, but I asked her this morning to not accept any new customers until this is sorted. They’ll be safe, Princessa. And this was NOT your fault. He’s not here because of you. He’s here because of him.”
Megan nodded and swallowed hard before looking at Hank. “You aren’t going to like this,” she said quietly. She met everyone’s eyes at the table. “I’m telling you all - right now. If he somehow does get his hands on me and tries to use me as a shield to get out - I’d rather be dead than be sold again. Take the damn shot.”
Coco spoke up. “It comes down to it, Ma, it’ll be me taking that shot. I won’t let him take you, but I won’t kill you either.”
Hank gave up and pulled her into his lap. “He won’t take you, Princessa. Not again.”
Megan nodded and curled tight in Hank’s lap burying her face in his kutte. He shielded her from the eyes of the brothers who didn’t know her situation as Taza petted down her back. Creeper was on Hank’s other side and gently jostled her white sneakers in support.
“Alright. You heard her. Spread out if you don’t already have an assignment. Show his photo to bar bouncers and diner girls. You find him - you call one of us -” Marcus indicated himself and Bishop. “And don’t be shocked if five-oh and Galindo’s men are looking for him too. Remember - today we’re all on the same team.”
Bishop struck the gavel and Oakland immediately cleared out. Gilly and Angel both patted Hank’s back on the way out but Coco reached out to Megan and nudged her gently where she was curled in Hank’s lap.
“I gotchu, Ma. He ain’t gettin past me.” He kissed his fingers and pressed them to the crown of her head before heading out to work in the yard.
Creeper nudged her again. “Hey Little Princess. We got you just like we got your pops. Ain’t nobody taking you from us now. We’re family and you’re stuck with us.”
Megan gave him a tiny smile from her safe spot under Hank’s chin. “Thanks, Creep.”
“No problem.” He winked and went out to patrol the perimeter of the scrapyard.
Soon it was just Megan, Hank, Taza and her Padrinos. Then men sat and let Megan calm as Hank rocked her.
“So, Poquito, ready to hang with the old guys for the afternoon?” Bishop asked with a smile. “Hank’s got a shift so we thought we’d take advantage and take you to look and Quince dresses. He’s not allowed to see your dress as your escort until your party anyway.”
Megan giggled as Hank groaned.
“Hey now. It’s tradition - and you best be making bouquet arrangements, hermano. You know that’s on you.” Marcus teased.
Hank chuckled. “You’re funny if you think I’ve got ANY say in that matter. Mama probably had had the flowers on order since we got back from the reservation run.”
Taza laughed outright. “You aren’t wrong. She asked me about colors at dinner the other night!”
Once they’d all had a good laugh at Hank’s expense, Megan spoke up hesitantly. “Could Letty come look at dresses with us? She’s really good with clothes.”
“Of course, Poquito. Maybe even see if she wants to be on your court, heh?” Bishop asked. “She could be your first maid. You really should have at least a small court.” He looked at everyone else. “Who could we get as her escort?”
Taza grinned. “Either make the Prospect do it or one of the other idiots.”
“The Prospect - definitely the Prospect. Coco would shoot our asses if we did Angel or Gilly and we’ll be lucky if Coco puts on clean jeans for the party,” Hank chuckled.
With all the talk of the party, Megan started to relax and come out of the shell she’d been hiding in. She’d uncurled some and was now more just resting back against Hank’s chest with a small smile.
Bishop grinned as Megan relaxed some more and even joined in the teasing. Even though he knew she was scared out of her wits - she was comfortable enough with just these few men to still relax. She was finally starting to realize that she was truely family and it made him very happy..
He stood and stretched. “I’m sending the prospect to pick up Letty. I know Chuckie was supposed to go, but I’d rather someone a little more alert pick her up to be safe.” He patted Hank and nudged Marcus. “C’mon Padrino, Taza. Let’s swap Megan’s stuff to our bikes.”
Marcus chuckled. “Not subtle Primo, but alright.” He winked at Megan and followed Bishop.
Taza chuckled and kissed Megan’s head. “Come find me when you’re ready?”
“Okay, Papa. Be there in a minute.”
The elders slipped out leaving Megan and Hank alone.
“What happened to two patches at all times?” Megan asked Hank with a grin.
Hank chuckled. “Guaranteed one of the assholes is right outside the door. It counts.” He nuzzled her gently before encouraging her to sit astraddle of his lap. Once she was settled. He lifted her chin to kiss her deeply and smiled as she melted into him. He held her close once he finally let her breathe and kept their foreheads pressed together. “You did good, Princessa. Real good. I’m proud of you.”
Megan fiddled with his rosary and sighed. “Do we trust Oakland?”
Hank nodded. “For the most part. They’re El Padrino’s home charter. The Mother Charter if you will. We trust them with club secrets and we trust them not to betray us to our enemies.” He gently stroked a wisp of hair out of her face. “Do I trust them alone with you? Hell no. But I don’t trust anyone but Taza and your Padrinos for that.” “Okay, so let’s keep my babysitters local if we can? Please? I know that’s a lot, but I don’t know those other guys.” Megan shrugged.
“Of course, Princessa.” Hank pressed another kiss to her lips. “Try to have fun with your tíos and papa this afternoon, huh? They’re excited to get to do this with you.”
Megan laughed. “We’ll see how excited they are after they see all the frills and lace.” She planted her knees and sat up tall to kiss him on a more even level, deepening this kiss and running her fingers through his hair.
Hank let her lead with a grin. She was getting comfortable with starting affection and he loved it… at least until he realized that he was going to pull a yard shift with his jeans tighter than they should be in a certain spot. He groaned and broke the kiss. “Mi Princessa… you are making it very difficult to let you go with your Papa this afternoon…”
She smiled and pecked his lips again slyly. “But now you’ll think of me this afternoon…”
He petted firmly down her spine to grasp her hips and sighed. “Definitely. Tell you what. We can’t exactly go on a date right now, but this evening - if you’re good - I’ll have you a surprise planned for at home.”
She nodded eagerly and kissed his jaw before allowing him to stand. She couldn’t help but giggle as he tugged his kutte straight but forgot to straighten the mess she’d made of his hair.
“Good girl. Let’s go find your pops, mi princessa. You’ve got shopping to do.”
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“Blood Moon Masquerade”
•Fandom: Duskwood
•Pairing/Character: Jake x fem!MC
•Word Count: 1.5k
•Genre: Romance, Angst
•Summary: MC pursuaded Jake to attend the infamous Blood Moon Ball along her side. However, the blissful and furious spark of the night shall take an unpleasant turn.
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Cold air surrounded Jake and MC, spots of the starry sky covered by dark clouds. Their arms were hooked together as they neared the castle’s entrance.
MC had persuaded Jake into attending a masquerade ball on this special night with her. He was strictly against it at first. He thought public events portrayed a too great threat for them, but after seeing MC’s sad, almost heart-shattered expression he gave in.
Tonight was the night of the “super blood moon”. Jake didn’t want to steal it away from her. She has always wished to see this moon, has been expecting this day with joy and excitement for weeks. When she saw the poster inviting to this event, she couldn’t be held back anymore.
It was a masquerade ball. Parts of their faces would be covered, making it harder for them to be recognized. Jake also knew MC would be as careful as him. Those were the main thoughts keeping him composed.
Guards supervised the entrance. MC and Jake greeted them with a lightly nervous but friendly smile. The guards inspected them intensely, going as far as searching them through for weapons and other harmful objects.
Jake’s corded muscles relaxed by a bit as they got a green light and were allowed inside. MC gave him a kiss on the cheek to reassure him everything was okay before finally entering the building and venturing through the castle’s corridors. After taking three or four turns, they arrived at the open doors of the ballroom.
The ballroom was enormous. Chandeliers made of crystals hung from the ceiling and the walls were lined by elegant pillars. Soft shades of beige painted the entire room, occasional decorations made of gold provided the final touch of luxury to the royal place.
They entered the room with sheer amazement.
Countless amounts of people filled the place after them. Countless of amounts that could get them in trouble, countless amounts that would help blend in and hide. The endless contraries Jake and MC faced on their run, the endless opportunities each of these contraries brought.
It’s not about how face the world, it’s about how you view it. How you observe it. Observe the contraries, weight your chances and then face the world.
Right now, they blend in perfectly. Their chances of staying safe were high.
They stood near the windows as happy chatter sounded through the air. Closely Jake examined MC’s appearance from under his mask, not being quite able to tear his gaze away from her.
She wore a plain black mask around her eyes and an A-Line dress that hugged her figure tightly to the smallest part of her waist, until it divided into a wider, floor-length skirt. The skirt was made of a black base with uneven layers of golden fabric, which were yet again covered by a thin, transparent black net-like fabric. The upper part of her dress was black as well, covered in marvelous golden flower pattern.
MC did the exact same. From Jake’s black leather boots, to his black and white suit to his golden tie and black-golden mask. He looked breathtaking. Both their outfits matched well together, both their outfit matched well with their surroundings and other couples.
The chatter quieted down as the hostess announced herself. Applause filled the air, Jake and MC joining in.
After the hostess’ speech, music started playing and butlers walked around the room handing out champagne. Jake and MC both took a glass, smiling at each other and taking a sip. They kept standing on the sidelines, assuring they were safe and their pursuers weren’t nearby, or at least didn’t recognize them.
Once the alcohol of the now emptied glasses reached their blood flow, their tension eased a bit off. MC waved a butler over so she and Jake could get rid of their glasses.
After the butler walked away, Jake turned towards MC, a gentle smile evident on his lips and holding out his hand for her.
“Would you give me this dance?”
MC grinned and gratefully took Jake’s hand. She knew how much he hated dancing and how much he probably despised being here, but she was endlessly thankful for him to come along and even offer her a dance. Not even his smile could convince her otherwise.
Jake, somewhat reluctant at first, drew MC close and slowly started swaying across the dancefloor with her. He wanted her to enjoy the night, in defiance of the presence of danger. The only way to assure they kept safe and allow MC to enjoy herself was by dancing.
Against the fact of Jake’s initial boldness, they relished the dance and soon started to move more elegantly as Jake grew more confident. Despite the growing confidence in both of them, neither let their environment quite out of sight.
The lights of the room went out, allowing the silver-blue moonlight from outside to illuminate the place through its large windows. It was part of the ball. The guests grew excited, knowing exactly the vanishing of the lights announced the soon-arrival of the blood moon.
The music and dancing carried on. If it wasn’t for their eyes, touch and heart-stopping appearance, MC and Jake would have gotten exhausted by now. It was the adrenaline, each other’s company that kept them on their feet, kept them going, kept pushing further.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours.
They danced as the music drowned the room in mysterious beats and melodies. Tranquilized with each other’s bodies in their embrace, they lost themselves in the music and danced away in their own, little universe.
Jake’s and MC’s feet guided them over the wooden floor like they were leaping through a sea of clouds. Their caution dissolved into nothingness with each step they took. They became careless in a world with no mercy left for them.
The world around them got competitive without their awareness. Everyone wanted to out-dance one another, everyone wanted to show that they are better than anyone in this room.
The soft moonlight began to shift. The lunar eclipse has begun.
Timed perfectly, the music increased in tension and speed, sending floods of hot lava through their veins. MC’s and Jake’s minds were melting away piece by piece.
Passion burning like millions of fires ignited in their bodies as they moved over the dancefloor with swiftness and finesse. Nothing has ever felt so indescribable. Jake’s gaze remained on MC. The black mask around her eyes made them shine brighter than the stars outside, brighter than the diamonds and crystals of the chandeliers.
The moon’s gleam grew into a rosé color.
The competition that had broken loose before kept going. The ballroom now didn’t hold hundreds of people anymore, but hundreds of universes those people were floating in. MC focused on every single one of Jake’s touches, savoring, memorizing every second of this moment as long as it lasted. She looked up to see his face. Despite the mask, his face seemed so perfect, so comfortingly familiar.
By now, the moonlight seized the entire room in its deep red glow.
The meeting of their eyes was like a match thrown into gasoline to their feelings. Their performance they never imagined to appear so flawless, so powerful, reached its climax. The sea of clouds they were walking on turned into an ocean of feathers, pushing them across the floor with weightless elegance and emotion.
MC’s dress was flowing with ethereal grace as she spun underneath Jake’s hand, catching him in a trance he’s never been in before. The red, the gold, the black. Her sight was too heavenly to look away.
He pulled her close again and lifted her off the ground, pirouetting with her in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his body for better hold and tighter proximity.
MC stared deep into Jake’s eyes as they twirled over their ocean of feathers. The moonlight crossing his eyes, the red color painting his frame. He was too divine to break away from.
Jake gently set MC down on her feet again. It was time for their dream to come to an end.
Both of them noticed people pushing through the crowd, people that didn’t exactly look like guests. The fierce sensation the taste of danger left prickling on their skin made their hairs stand up.
Their chances of a safe escape slipped away.
MC felt guilt creeping into her eyes as the endlessness of this night seemed to crawl away, their pursuers drawing closer than they’ve ever been.
She placed her hands behind Jake’s neck and pulled him closer. His hands snaked around her waist, gradually giving in to her pull.
Their lips met in a soft, almost defeated way.
They knew they’ve been caught, they knew they had to fight their way out. They knew they were outnumbered.
Helplessness spread in both their chests as they broke the kiss. Their gazes met one more time with the awareness of their evaporating opportunities lying heavily between them. MC could feel the tears gathering in her eyes, feel the remorse in her throat.
“I’m sorry, Jake”
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A/N: Hi everyone!💕 I want to mention that I don't really have knowledge on how masquerade balls work, so I apologize for inaccuracies in advance! I still hope you enjoyed the story🌿💕
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Their Doll 4
Y/n Stark
B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader
series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing
Chapter Summary: the avengers find some stuff out about y/n
Warnings: swearing
A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)
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"SO there's some weird HYDRA girl locked and sedated in my basement? Cool, don't want to know." Tony dismissed, not looking up from his white mug as he tipped a generous amping of sugar into his black coffee. He swirled the liquid in the mug and turned around, leaning against the counter as he raised the drink to lips lips and took a sip before sighing intently. Bruce frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Tony, I don't think you get it, I ran a DNA test and-"
"And she's probably some innocent girl that went missing years ago and was never found? I get it, I feel bad for her but at the end of the day she has nothing to do with me." Tony dismissed, pushing away from the counted to deposit his now-empty mug in the sink. He turned the tap on, rinsing out the cup before carelessly placing it on the drying rack.
"Just, please, come and see her. You won't regret it, and if you do - dinner's on me?" Bruce suggest, arms outstretched in welcome. Tony rolled his eyes, before scoffing.
"Yeah, no. I'm good. Catch you in the lab later though?" Tony was quick to deflect, exiting the room with so much as another glance. Bruce's hands feel to his side with a slap as his shoulders sagged in defeat.
...
Bruce nervously paced the lab, desperate to tell someone his horrifying discovery. The click of the door made his head snap up, a smile of relief spreading his on lips at the sight of Nat.
"Nat, finally." He sighed, walking towards the scowling girl.
"What did you need to tell me Bruce? You sounded pretty urgent when you called." She pressed, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a brow. His smile faulted, his gaze dropping to his hands where he fondled with a biro pen.
"I- uh. I made a... discovery about y/n." Bruce confessed, finally meeting Nat's eyes.
"Go on.." Nat prompted. Bruce took a deep breath, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. "Bruce-" she started.
"Y/n isn't entirely human-"
"Well we knew that much."
"It's what she is, that's shocking. Looking threw all her blood tests and whatnot - it's showing she has an ability to manipulate minds when she s-sings. It's like a certain note her voice forms that can control the minds of people around her."
"So what is she?"
"I don't know, there's not really a name-"
"A siren. She's a siren." A third voice joined the room, and both the avengers' heads snapped round to the direction it came from. In the door stood Steve, shoulder leant against the frame and ankles crossed.
"Who's watching y/n?" Nat asked.
"Clint. Anyway, my father - he used to read me a story when I was a kid. The Odyssey, I believe it was called. It was a Greek myth about a bewitching girl who lured saloons in with her voice so she could feed off them." Steve continued, pushing himself off the door frame and walking further into the room.
"There's no way that's real, though." Nat dismissed, frowning heavily at his words.
"No, no. He has a point - I mean, look at Steve. Look at me." Bruce said, gesturing to himself and Steve. "We shouldn't be possible, but science does some crazy things. Y/n was with HYDRA, right?"
"Yes, but-"
"Well, what if they did this to her. We know she was taken when she was young, so what if they did so to experiment on her?"
"I should go talk to her, you know - girl on girl. She seems to like me, maybe she knows what she is and she might open up to me, if I ask nicely." Nat suggests, walking out the room when she was met with no protests from the two men.
"There's something else I should mention." Bruce started fidgeting again, which man Steve's brown knit together.
"What is it, Bruce?" The super-soldier prompted. Bruce continued to fidget, not looking up from him hands as he spoke.
"Are you aware Tony used to have daughter?" Bruce asked sheepishly.
"Tony had a daughter?" Steve said, brows now raised with genuine shock. He knew of Tony's...escapades from before he was with Pepper, but he couldn't see Tony as the type to actually keep a child from just a one-night stand.
"She was adopted, some kid he found on the streets with no parents. So he took her in, raised her and then she just disappeared. Many people have forgotten she existed, and those that remember her are all under the impression that she is dead. I thought so too, until..." Bruce paused, flipping through some papers on his clipboard until he found what he was looking for. "Until this." He finished, handing the board over to Steve.
In Steve's hands was proof that matched y/n's DNA to that of Tony's adopted daughter.
"Well that explains the name, and her hesitation to tell us who she really is." Steve frowned, eyes scanning over the paper repeatedly. Bruce hummed in agreement, taking the clipboard back from Steve when he held it out for Bruce to take. "Do we tell Tony?" Steve asked after a moment.
"He doesn't want to know, I've tried telling him but he doesn't care." Bruce told Steve and Steve pressed his lips together as he thought. "I do think we should wake her up though. If she's Tony's daughter there can't be anything that's more dangerous about her than you expect her attitude." Bruce said and Steve nodded, suppressing a laugh.
"I'll tell Nat to wake her up." Steve said as he exited the lab.
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The steam from the shower engulfed me, my hands running through my hair and brushing out the tangles lightly. As I scrubbed the shampoo from my scalp, I hummed a small tune - thankful to be somewhere noisy enough that I wouldn't risk affecting anyone with my powers. After waking me up Nat told me to clean up and get changed before handing me a pile of clothes and telling me that she would meet me at my room in half an hour to take me to meet the rest of the team.
Shutting the water off, I slid the glass door open and my feet padded onto the thin bath-mat. The towel wrapped around me as I patted my hair dry with another one, looking over my scarred figure in the large mirror opposite me.
A large scar spanned the width of my stomach, smaller remnants of cuts littering my thighs that were joined by one larger one from where I was once stabbed. Looking at myself over my shoulder, I observed the large scars that spanned over my back, the layers fading at different degrees from their varying ages. The memory of how I got them brought tears to my eyes, which I was quick to blink away and focus back onto what I was doing.
Pulling the large sweatshirt Steve had lent me over my head, I left the large bathroom clad in a pair of leggings and some socks I borrowed from Nat. I brushed my fingers through my wet locks, detangling them. I threw the towel onto the bed in the room I had been assigned and plopped down next to it, taking my time to survey the room I barely got a look of earlier.
The door to the en-suite bathroom I just exited sat on one side of the room, accompanied by a big closet and a dressing table. A chest of draws was propped next to the king sized bed the sat in and the free corner housed a small kitchen. It had a stove, fridge-freezer, sink and a few cabinets. On the side sat a kettle, toaster, blender and some chopping boards.
A sharp knock on the door bought me back to my senses, making me perk up a little at the sound of Nat's voice.
"You feeling okay?" I nodded. "Good, well Steve and Bruce want you to meet them in conference room 4. I'll take you." She quickly added the last part in seeing my scared face.
As we walked down the halls we chatted, talking about our pasts and finding out that we were fairly similar - we were both forced into the bad things we did, we both found a way to redeem ourselves, neither of us have ever had a boyfriend and we both love chicken noodle soup.
"Well, this is it." She announced, pointing at a door to our left. I nodded, going to open the door before pausing and turning around.
"Thank you. For taking me with you, for giving me this chance, for hiding me from HYDRA - thank you, really." I spoke softly, giving her the friendliest smile I could muster.
"No problem. I couldn't live with myself if I knew we could've helped you. Everyone deserves a second chance."
"I genuinely can't thank you enough - you saved me." I said, quickly swiping away the threatening tears with the heels of my hands.
"I was nice meeting you, y/n."
"You too." And with the last words said, I pushed the door open, walking into the room and being instantly greeted by Bruce and Steve.
"Hey, y/n, why don't you take a seat and we'll get the introductions out the way?" Bruce suggested and I nodded shyly. I took a seat next to Steve, who appeared to shuffle slightly away from me but I couldn't be sure.
"So, another midgardian?" a bulky man with shoulder length blonde hair and a red cape clipped to his shoulders broke the silence. He was clearly the God I'd been hearing about - I mean how much more of a costume does he need to look like Thor?
"Yes, we think so." Bruce confirmed. I frowned at this. Midgardian? What the hell was a midgardian?
"We think she's been tampered with, like me," Steve elaborated, "but as far as we know, she is of this earth." Steve spoke and Thor nodded. "We are keeping her safe from HYDRA." Steve said to break the silence as they all stared at me with funny looks. I kept my eyes cast down now, cheeks hot with embarrassment after feeling so many eyes on me at once.
"Does she-" I interjected the second I heard another voice. I stood abruptly, pushing me seat back and wincing at the screeching noise it made before resuming my angry face. I slammed my hand down the table as I stood, catching the attention of everyone sat at the table.
"If even one more of you refers to me as 'she' rather than just fucking talking directly to me I am going to end up sirening one of your asses!" I demanded, seething with anger. A grin broke out on Thor's face.
"Atta girl, I like this one already!" He laughed and I sat down again, smiling contented ay his compliment.
"She's got Tony's patience, all right." Another man remarked with a smirk. Steve simply rolled his eyes as common menus about my attitude were thrown around the room. Finally, someone addressed me. It was a woman with Blonde hair and kind eyes. She looked motherly.
"Hey, I'm pepper." She smiled kindly and I quickly reciprocated it. They went around the table - the man who had commented about my patience was called Clint, the blonde man was was indeed called Thor and obviously I'd already met Bruce and Steve.
"I'm y/n." I returned and she repeated my name in her beautiful voice, almost as if she was testing how I'd felt in her mouth.
"Y/n. A stunning name for a stunning lady." Thor commented, boyish grin still in place and I gave him a sheepish smile.
"Oh, cut it out big guy - you're like, a billion times her age." A voice came from the door and we all turned to find out who it was.
"Tony. I wasn't aware you'd be joining us." Steve said in a monotone voice and Tony gave him a tight smile.
"You don't get everything your way, Capsicle. Now, who's this?" Tony said, stuffing a mouthful of blueberries in his mouth before stuffing the bag of food in his back pocket and motioning to me with a nod.
"Tony, this is y/n," Bruce said moving out the way from where he was standing so Tony could see my face. The man's eyes widened instantly as the recognition sank in. "Y/n Stark."
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✨lie down darling it's time for a dream✨
Pick me! (Aran x reader x mattsukawa)
I did it..and I feel zero regrets.
For those who are confused
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@atsumous feel like it's rude to just not credit the person who inspired me to write this horny mess..so thank you for making me sin even more than I usually do
✨I'm sorry for being a dumb horny piece of trash please have mercy on me✨
This story contains: threesome, use of the word daddy like once, very light degrading, improper use of a storage closet, anal sex, slight dumbification
Oop sorry if the boys are occ I'm not that experienced with aran and mattsun but I really wanted to do it!
"so, whose bigger?"
Mattsun's question made you shudder as you sat on your knees In the storage room with two very hard cocks infront of your face, honestly you were unsure about how you got into this situation but it had something to do with both boys having a crush on you and mattsun somehow persuading aran that this was the ONLY way you would confess who you like.
"a-ah! I don't know! Why are you asking me this?!"
You covered your face with your hands as you felt nothing but throbbing and lust between your legs, you didn't want to admit just how how this situation was but you were so turned on. You heard a long sigh only to feel someone grab the back of your head and push their cock against your hands to get your attention, when you peeked you saw mattsun looking over you while aran was debating on if this was even a great idea..god love made him such an idiot why did he agree to this?!
"guess we'll just have to see who makes you feel better yeah? It's clearly going to be me, I mean that loser looks like he's never touch a tit before, now be a good girl and open your mouth"
You gulped before doing as you were told and opened your mouth only to feel mattsun slowly shove himself down your throat, well one thing was clear and that was the fact that mattsun had a thick cock to the point where your mouth could only fit him hallway before you were gagging
"eh? that's it? Heh. I guess your little mouth couldn't possibly fit my monster of a dick"
That statement made aran twitched and before he knew it he was at your side forcing one of your hands to touch his long length, you wanted to please them both so while you sucked mattsun you were stroking aran best you could.
"y-your hands are so soft, so soft and small..doesn't that prove that I'm bigger?"
"ngh- not so fast there, she can barley fit my cock in her mouth I mean look at her drooling like a little slut that clearly means I'm bigger than you so why don't you scram, shrimp dick"
You could practically feel the tension and you simply shoved more of mattsun down your throat even if you gagged, loud slurping and sucking sounds escaping you as you swirled your tongue around his meaty cock. While your mouth was busy you made sure to give aran the attention he needed
You stroked him faster to the point where your wrist was starting to hurt but you didn't really care or stop one bit. Both boys were honestly shocked but the sight of you pleasing two cocks was definitely a turn on in itself.
"damn, look how good she is. You like that princess? You like sucking my cock like that? I'll cum if you keep it up"
"you're being such a good girl, I definitely won't be able to last long with you stroking me like that"
Aran found himself bucking his hips now fucking your hand while mattsun grabbed the back of your head shoving his cock as far as it could go only to chuckle at your teary eyed expression.
Even if it hurt you didn't stop now being desperate for their climax, you went faster and harder while you pressed your thighs together your own wetness ruining your panties.
It didn't take long until cum was spilling into your mouth and down your throat along with hitting your cheek and face, you pulled your mouth off of mattsun before giving a loud audible gulp for the male which made his cock twitch with excitement.
"so princess, whose bigger?"
"I don't know, I'll have to judge it one more time"
Aran let's out a shaky laugh before deciding to take the lead on this one, it wasn't fair for mattsun so hot you all to himself, aran liked you just as much!
"another test? Alright angel, why don't you ride me then, that was I can show you just how big i am"
Aran's boldness took you by surprise but mattsun wasn't having any of it, he glared at the male with a light scoff.
"that's hardly fair, I say we fuck them at the same time"
"are you trying to kill them?"
"they have two holes, dumbass"
Mattsun's solution made you shudder at the thought but it seems like both boys silently agreed to that, you let out a shaky sigh before standing up and slowly starting to strip.
"please, be gentle.."
Your soft little plea was like a love arrow to the heart but after both men promised to be gentle you got into position, you were expecting a simple doggy style but was shocked when mattsun scooped you up and spreaded your legs with your back against his chest and his cock pressed against your ass.
"you're lucky my cock is still covered with saliva or this would really hurt, alright loser are you ready or are you just gonna stare. I'm being nice enough to hold her after all so just stick it in"
Aran couldn't help but stare at your soaked core, it was almost begging to be filled up by him. He gulped before walking over and pressed his chest against yours before placing a soft kiss on your nervous looking face.
"don't worry, we made a promise after all"
With that both boys slid into you slowly and it was a feeling of pure pain and pleasure though pain was definitely outweighing the pleasure at this moment.
"h-holy fuck- you two..are ripping me apart"
Your little whine worried aran but mattsun simply laughed into your ear as he pushed his cock deeper into your ass, the utter tightness was making him grunt and groan but he refused to thrust until his entire cock was in. Aran let's out a shaky sigh as he rested his head against your left side of your neck the exact opposite of where mattsun was whispering filthy things in your ear.
"y-you two, can move..now"
Your affirmation was all they needed for them both to get started, they were truly opposites in everyway even down to the way they thrusts in and out of your eager holes. Mattsun was far more concerned about roughness and not so much speed while aran was giving deep fast thrusts that were making you see stars each time.
"fuck! Fuck- ah! A-aran..mattsun..too much!"
"too much? What, you can't take it? Two cocks are wrecking your slutty little body and you wanna call it quits? I don't know about that one there but I'm not stopping, not until I fill your tight ass with so much cream that you could taste it"
"h-hate to agree with that idiot but, I can't stop..I won't. I want to claim you as mine so that's what I'm going to do"
Your breathing turned into squeaks and squeals as both boys slammed deep into at just the same time, again and again and again
You swore they were best friends or something with just the amount of coordinating that went into this. Your eyes started to roll back as you leaned against mattsun now being an utter mess
You were drooling so much and your moans were cumming out as garbled trash while your brain was being fucked out, while you clawed at aran's back now being tightly sandwiched between the male's you can quickly feel your climax approaching.
"c-cumming! Cumming! Ohhh fuck I'm gonna cum!"
Your squeals were met with mattsun growling in your ear while aran peppered kisses along your neck feverishly clearly wanting to bring you to your climax
"I swear to God if you cum before I do I will fuck you to oblivion, though I guess I'm already doing that"
You weren't even sure if you could follow that order since you were already right at the edge, you whined when mattsun picked up the pace wanting to catch up with you. His hips slamming against your ass before he gave aran a harsh glare but a sadistic grin.
"if I cum in them first I guess you can say I claimed them before you?"
That single sentence sent the male into a frenzy as he now ravaged your pussy hitting your womb with zero mercy, not caring about being gentle anymore but now on making sure he cums before mattsun. You were over here losing your mind and being as loud as you possibly could before you broke and finally cummed
"fuck! Yeah- that's it princess cum for daddy"
"ah! Angel, your clenching so tightly around me"
As both men cummed all you could do was whine loudly while now making random noises if bliss while your body twitched and shook.
Mattsun pulled out before setting you down and decided to pop the question while aran was cleaning you up with a spare towel in storage.
"so who was bigger? Hmmm? Come on spill it"
You simply grinned and stuck your tongue out at the boys
"I-i d-dunno, gotta have round two to see"
As both their cocks got hard at your willingness to go again you could only feel a tinge of guilt for their teammates who stood outside the door.
"hell yeah! Get some!"
"atsumu, please shut up.."
"so, does this mean the practice match is cancelled?"
"how about we all get some food while we let them be! Iwa-chan will of course be paying!"
"WHY ME?!"
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Winx Club - Enchantix
It's finally time for the FINAL transformation (Which is gonna STAY the final transformation)! The fan favorite, ENCHANTIX! I am making some changes both for aesthetic reasons and for character reasons. They will all have the Bloomix wings because those are the best wings out of all of the transformations. I will be doing them in order of who earns their Enchantix.
Layla
Starting off with the BEST fairy! I didn't make too many changes, apart from the makeup, the color, the wings, and the skirt. I made the skirt a flowing high-low skirt that resembled a waterfall and a wave. I still included the straps but made both pink and kept the yellow seaweed looking things. But I also added a transparent pink thing to the skirt to make the front a little longer and to add some dimension to it. Layla has had the colors of her Enchantix outfit change from blue to green in the actual show, which I guess was because of how Bloom earned her Enchantix and they didn't want two of them to be in blue (Even though Layla's color always should've been blue and Bloom's really should've been red). However, I stuck with blue but also made is an aqua shade just like all of her past transformation looks. I also add some painted toenails because I wanted to. I changed her makeup because my girlfriend, who is half-black and is very protective of black females (Particularly full-blooded dark-skinned ones), pointed out that her makeup in her official Enchantix didn't look quite right because the lips were too light. So I used a slightly darker shade to fix that, as well as made her eyeshadow purple instead of green because it just looks better. Also, just wanted to point out the two little white things by her eyes because that is part of her original Enchantix form as well. They look like two little dewdrops. She still earns her Enchantix by using the last bit of sunlight to healing the queen of the mermaids instead of restoring her sight that was stolen by Valtor. Also, apparently the queen is supposed to be her aunt, which I'm guessing is more of an honorable love like family thing because of how the royal family of the merpeople are clearly not black and aren't even the same species as Layla. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.
Stella
Stella's Enchantix went through A LOT of changes. Don't get me wrong, her original Enchantix was gorgeous but I didn't feel like it showed enough of her sun and moon powers. I also wanted to give her a more Greek inspired look and went with her prototype Enchantix hair, which is so gorgeous and suits her and the outfit so much. I still went with her hair being lighter just like with her official Enchantix because I feel it does show her moon powers. I just really love the way she turned out. She still earns her Enchantix by saving her father from a dragon.
Musa
Musa's Enchantix went through A LOT of changes. Her original Enchantix was gorgeous but I felt that it should've ditched the pigtails and had more of an Asian influence to it. I went with her Bloomix hair because it is very Asian influenced, though I just added chopsticks, which was suggested by my girlfriend. I also tried to make her makeup look Asian inspired to just add to the look, which I really love. The blue of the outfit was almost gold but I changed it so that it would match the wings. The outfit is mainly purple, which I have as her signature color, but also made sure there was red because of how it is an important color in Asian culture. I made sure to add a music note on her top because of how she is the fairy of music and it goes with her wings. I really love her look and I'm pretty proud of how she turned out. Musa still earns her Enchantix by refusing to leave Princess Galatea behind and nearly dies protecting her. However, I also have Galatea be Musa's cousin because I'm keeping the 4KIDS canon of Musa being a princess, though one that is the daughter of a prince that denounced his throne. I feel like Musa being royal adds to the story of her parents because of how her mother rejected her classical training and her father rejected his royal title in order to have a career in music. However, they still didn't have much money and that added her mother dying because they couldn't afford the right medical attention. This resulted in her father giving up music forever and deciding to beg his family to let him back into the royal family, in order to keep Musa from struggling like he did and would have the means to have proper medical attention, so he wouldn't lose Musa either. He was let back into the royal family for the sake of Musa. However, her father would not be the one to inherit the throne, which would go to Galatea's father. So this means that Musa isn't just saving the princess of her planet that is a friend, but also saving a family member. I'm just assuming that Galatea is Asian with blonde hair (I mean, Musa has blue hair, so why not?) because her father is shown to look like a Chinese Emperor and the planet of Melody is very Asian influenced. Sorry for rambling.
Flora
I really didn't do any changes to Flora's Enchantix, apart from the Bloomix wings because Flora's Enchantix is perfection. She still earns her Enchantix by saving her little sister, Miele (Yes, I prefer her actual name over her 4KIDS name, Rose).
Tecna
For Tecna's Enchantix I really wanted it to be the most revealing of her fairy outfits (Well, tied with Sirenix) because of how I had her starting to show off more skin for her Believix form and it shows how she's grown and opened herself up to others and let herself be emotional instead of just logical all the time. Just because she isn't skinny it doesn't mean she has to alway be covered up. But I did adjust the length to make it more tasteful (Even though her original Enchantix wasn't distasteful). I also wanted to add some elements from her Bloomix form besides just the wings. I added the technology pattern she had on her leggings because they looked so amazing (But were a pain to do) and gave her that transparent fabric she has in that form. While Tecna's hair has grown in this transformation (Just like with all the girls), I didn't want to make it more than a few inches below the shoulders because her short hair makes her unique. I didn't add sparkles to the armor because I wanted to make clear the difference in material. Since I have her color being green, I did have to mess around with the coloring a bit and I love the way it looks. The way she earns her Enchantix is my favorite of all the girls because she saved not only her home planet, Zenith, but other planets by closing the portal to the Omega Dimension on Andros. That's just a whole new level of sacrifice. She doesn't die and does manage to escape, of course, but the impact of what she did is just a staple in the Winx Club and how much she means to the group and what an awesome character she is.
Bloom
Bloom's Enchantix was one I was VERY excited to do because of the GORGEOUS hair and how I really wanted to make her dress look like fire. This has gone from one of my least favorite Enchantix forms to one of my favorites. Don't get me wrong, her original Enchantix form was gorgeous but really didn't feel like it suited her powers. I did combine this with her Bloomix form because for one, the hair is just GORGEOUS and I really wanted to include the scales from the form. I wanted to have the top also have some flow to it. I especially wanted that with the skirt. I wanted it to appear like actual flames with red, orange, and yellow. I also blended the colors as they transitioned. I added blue-looking flames because of how fire does have a hint of blue to it, which is the hottest color. I decided to make her gloves orange to go with her fire powers and made her jewelry gold to go with her fire powers, as well as purple gems to go with her wings. I gave her a dragon necklace because it looks really badass. I went with a fiery-looking eyeshadow with blue and orange, which was easier to do because of how her hair isn't orange here. As for how she earns her Enchantix, I am NOT having her earn it by that bull crap of it being sheer force of will, which I know that my amazing friend @bellatrixobsessed1 will appreciate VERY much. Also, just so you all know, I'm keeping her birth parents and the entire population of Sparx DEAD! Yes, it's tragic but it's also something that gives Bloom a huge layer of depth. Anyway, what I decided to have happen is that she is on Pyros doing all she was doing in the show and basically trying to cheat to get her Enchantix with the help of Maya. However, Valtor, wanting to destroy Bloom once and for all and knowing that Pyros would be where she was at and that he couldn't enter because of a barrier that kept out dark magic decided to get Bloom to come to him by going to Earth to put her adopted parents in danger. Bloom, deep in meditation learns that her parents are in danger because her sister, Daphne appears to her in a vision to warn her. Bloom in desperation to save her parents begs Maya to help her to Earth. Maya warns her that if she leaves now that she may never be able to earn her Enchantix and that without it, she could die while trying to leave Pryros. Bloom says she doesn't care because Valtor may have taken her birth parents from her but she was NOT going to let him take her adopted parents. Daphne and Maya, reluctantly, use their magic to help Bloom get to Earth through a portal. Traveling through the portal was physically painful for Bloom but she kept on going and refused to give up. She nearly dies but as she arrives to Earth, just as Valtor was about to kill Mike and Vanessa (Bloom's adopted parents), a weakened Bloom with what little strength she had left threw herself in front of them to save their lives. She was close to death but this selfless act saved her life because of how it was what had her earn her Enchantix. Why? Because Faragona said that in order to earn Enchantix, you have to save someone from your home world and make a big sacrifice in the process. Home doesn't mean a place you are born in but rather a place you're loved and have a life. Earth is her home world, so saving her adopted parents allowed her to earn her Enchantix. Bloom, now more powerful than ever was able to fight off Valtor, forcing him to flee. Did you guys like my version of how Bloom earned her Enchantix? Let me know.
My final group picture of the Winx Club in their final forms. This was a lot of fun, a lot of work, and a lot of headaches. I couldn't have done it without the help of my girlfriend, @keeloves, who gave me suggestions and ideas, as well as feedback during the process. Thank you guys so much for liking my stuff, even if you didn't leave comments. I'm really happy to be done with this and I'm grateful for all the love this has been getting. Also, I have the girls flying instead of just standing like I did with their Magic Winx, casual looks, and Believix.
Credit for the bases goes to SelenaEde of DeviantArt
Credit for the wings goes to AstralBlu of DeviantArt
Credit for the backgrounds goes to xKaJot of YouTube & Keerene and SparxGuardian
#winx#winx club#enchantix#magical girl#girl power#friendship#fairy#fairies#bloom winx#bloom winx club#stella winx#stella winx club#flora winx#flora winx club#layla winx#layla winx club#aisha winx#aisha winx club#musa winx#musa winx club#musa#tecna#tecna winx#tecna winx club#magic#redesign#redesigns#body diversity#body positive#body positivity
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honestly i could talk w band!hobi abt numbers all day, like i wouldn't even mind. what are ur thoughts on 27 hobi? i think they a bad bitch. also UM might i request a drabble abt like a film major! yn (that is very enthusiastic abt films and the aesthetics + cinematography and whatnot) w like,,, a theatre kid?? any of ot7 works fine and it's all good if u can't or don't want to! thankyouu 💜
muse of mine
pairing: namjoon x y/n
wordcount: 4k
glimpse: namjoon’s always been a little sensitive to feedback whether it’s positive or negative, y/n’s an endearing type of talker, and smuggled snacks to the theater haven’t ever tasted this sweet :D // gif from pinterest!
notes: i kinda switched it up a lil bit and made them more established in their respective fields bc my mind went berserk on this concept!!! also this is mayhaps my oNLY piece that’s just pure fluff
“27? The number? Hmm. That sounds... sexy.” - band!hobi
this been’s bugging you for the past half hour
this whole experience feels oddly familiar
you’ve been in this theater for half an hour so far to watch this play!!
lmao ur gonna admit RIGHT off the bat that theatre’s definitely not it for you
your slight unfondness for it is deeply-rooted back to university and for four years, you’ve consistently taken dumps on theatre kids even if it’s under your breath
alright it’s possible that you don’t hATE the actual people ( only some of them ;D ) themselves but rather this whole type of cockiness and the “i’m a direct descendant of shakespeare himself. trust me bro. on god” energy that they always seem to exhude
but realistically, maybe this deep-rooted hate stemmed from seokjin
he was the guy you’d share the exact same elective class with him for two straight whole semesters and you’ve been seatmates from time to time
homie took foreign language as an elective?????
the language is korean?????????????????
“wait b-but i — aren’t you — n-no but i really???”
that’s what you first sputtered to him in realization when he took his seat beside you
the two of you have only ever shown each other notes bc the other was dozing off and the occasional sharing of gummy bears that’s already pre-opened to not make any noise
but for some reason, it’s only dawned in you why seokjin’s a god in this class and he answers your questions without even looking at his notes by hALFWAY through the whole semester of foreign language
one day, u are gonna find a way to bodyslam yourself and never recover from it ever again
“mhmm. don’t sweat it, sweetheart. i personally think it’s very don quixote of me to y’know, take something as impractical and amusing as this.”
you snort at his choice of words because honestly!! you barely remember don quixote and jin’s use of it as an adjective jigs up a refresher course on your brain
who was he again??
was he the donkey
.. or are you thinking about shrek again because of your film analysis
you sWEAR there was a donkey in that story
it’s good fun to talk with jin even if he keeps sliding bourgeoisie words here and there and you’re a lil confused with all these references that he makes but that’s okay !!!
atleast even him saying it in a long-winded way that he was like someone from the merchant of somewhere, you know now that he pretty-pleased and charmed his way to the registrar for him to take korean as an elective
...
two weeks later, jin sits next to you in class
in ACTUAL non-elective, non-native language he already speaks class
now that you’re squinting a bit more, jin does look a little uh?? different
his hair that was once a hybrid of lavender and peach and pink and then blonde was now wholly black and it’s probably his original hair color because it matches with those eyebrows of his!!!
his combo of a black bomber jacket with a silk button-up underneath honestly SLAPS and it makes you forget how he used to exclusively wear only knitted shirts and argyle-patterned cardigans
you have ur jaw dropped because you totally would’ve fallen for seokjin jAW-FIRST
— if only he didn’t strike you as the brother type when he smacked the back of your head because you were falling asleep on class again and uhhh you mUst be forgetting that the two of you were sitting in front
you had no time to reevaluate whether you should develop a crush for him or not
he’s immediately slapping his hands on his knees, looking at you so intensely before pointing a finger at you with so much conviction, and then scoffing to himself
“switched majors to film. theatre was gonna be the death of me!!! y/n, if you even think about trying to switch to that cheap, amazon-ordered quill and tanning lights for stage lighting major, you’re absolutely dEAD to me-”
you’ve never had a conversation this striking nor long with jin but you genuinely have no complaints at all
seokjin talks pure shit about theatre and theatre junkies and everything in between for the WHOLE day
trails beside you for every single class you had, which was convenient because he can then sweet-talk his way again (if anybody even dared to question him) that he’s just newly-switched
sat with you for lunch and him not eating because he just needS to tell you all about it and you trying not to choke on your pasta as you try to reply to him
followed you back hOME and decided to crash the night there
yeah, that. your unfondness for theatre’s rooted on that one
uh-huh safe to say that you’ve become best friends with jin ever since that day
you’re a sponge for your friends and jin’s the closest one you have, so it was only natural that you soak up his distastes and whatnot
not to brag but aha :D
you add salt to the water while you boil pasta so u may be a little bit of a masterchef or somewhat, no big deal :D
he’s absorbed your fascination for all kinds of lights and fixtures that he has about seven different nightlights in the form of squishies or neon and everything else on his bedside table, in which he turns all of them on at night
fun fact: he’s capable of sleeping in the dark
jin’s the whole reason for your stance on this
he’s adamant about his points and you’ve graduated uni four years ago!!!
which is why you DON’T get why jin would give you a scented black envelope, with “don’t come to this” scribbled in gold at the front, carrying a single ticket to this play with a sticky note saying “don’t watch this at 7 pm, wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes, sitting at the ninth row from the back and two seats from your right.”
because of course!! what the hell did he expect you to do? NOT come to this play at 7 pm wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes then sitting at the ninth row from the back, two seats from the right???
OF COURSE YOU WOULD
your goal in life is to do exactly the opposite of what jin tells you. there’s literally nothing else in life you’d want to fulfill
he’s made it quite easy for you to spite him and although you wouldn’t admit it.,,.,., you may be a little petty ok
he’s the even bigger goof out of the two of you and you can never have the final say!! it’s always him and his wit and yOU being the dunce
it’s a lil sus that jin’s basically ASKING for it with his instructions but whatever
whatever it is, this is finally your chance to enact the final say and you’re gonna pull ALL the stops
all you know about theater-goers is that they dress fancy and wear these mini binoculars and that’s about it
there’s not even one film you know that you see anyone in the audience wearing a worn-in cardigan or even a puffer jacket even if the theater’s mad cold
all the people bring are scarves and shawls???? thee thinnest version of a blanket that won’t warm them up against the frigid airconditioning
that whole dress code sounds ridiculous!!! great please ring out this thousand-dollar dress im gonna wear to the theater thank u
you’re a little worried that you’re not gonna blend into the crowd, but after some digging about the invitation, formal wear is most definitely recommended
it’s an exclusive invite-only play which would be later released to the general public later on so yeah the situation dOES call for a gown thank u very much
also how could you forget that jin explicitly told you not to wear this type of attire
if you’re being humble right now, which you always normally are, even if that jUST sounded boastful talking about how you’re humble all the time —
you do look pretty breath-taking :-)
even when the doors weren’t opened and everyone’s just collectively loitering outside the hall, you’d feel glances at you
the sweet security guard did a double-take at you and mumbled a “very very nice evening to you, miss :D” instead of his normal “enjoy the show!” to the other patrons before you
you’re gonna soak all the silent compliments up and try to remember all of them before writing them on your journal later hee-hee
your midnight blue satin dress that’s floor-length and off-shoulder is dEFINITELY in your favor :D
your dress still glimmers even if the spotlight isn’t on you and you wish you weren’t shy to ask a random stranger to take a picture of you
going on self-timer isn’t ideal either when there’s like a hundred other people in the room
they probably wouldn’t even care if you took a picture of yourself!!! but in your head they probably think that you’re laughable so you’d rather not.. do that
the theater’s dark as hell if that wasn’t established
it is literally pitch black in the room and the ushers at each row holding the flashlights that are meant to guide the patrons aren’t exactly helpful
big kudos to them though,, must take a lot of self-control to not wave their lights like it was a rave :D
a flashlight tHAT bright?? whew pls is this what ships feel in the night
the last time you were in a rave, your thirty minutes of fun was cut short when seokjin immediately got hammered and wouldn’t stop throwing a fit if you didn’t drive him home that instant
his energy seemed to compelling everyone that he’s managed to somehow suck the energy out of a WHOLE rave so you took him home for everyone’s enjoyment :(((( except yours apparently
you’re trying hard to focus on the play that’s happening because for the past twenty minutes, all you’ve done is zone out randomly with ideas all of a sudden
you NEED to listen
....
uh-huh...
UH-HUH......
wait this is actually.. good
you find plays hard to follow and absolutely boring when you don’t immerse yourself in a run-down PRIOR to watching it in order to get
it’s the same analogy as reading the plot of a movie on wikipedia before watching the movie at the cinema.... absolutely useless
it sucks out the fun from something you weren’t supposed to know
watching plays is two hours of you being confused, going home to read the plot and only understand it by tHEN, and never coming to the theater again because you’d waste your money.... watching something cluelessly in the theater..... for a plot you’d grasp at home
but no
because this one
actually this one that you’re watching...
it’s not bad
it’s nice, actually.
within two minutes, you managed to grasp that it’s a story about a never-ending spring between these two lovers
there’s something about the whole setting of it actually that just sucks you in
in some plays, the outfits would seem so forced even in the given context that it reminds you of uh a particular superhero movie
and yes ur aware that stage makeup has to be enhanced so that people all the way to the back row would see
but there’s just something in this scene that’s laid out right-now that actually gets you in awe
it’s of the couple in the back of their pick-up truck and everything about it seems so natural
the background straight up looks like what it’d be if you were to go outside
the guy’s arm around her shoulder seems so natural and in nature that it doesn’t feel like a random cue in the script
the girl twinkles and it doesn’t even feel like a forced type of laugh you’d cue in attempt to warm the audience’s hearts
it’s of a plot where the the guy eventually falls out of love with the girl, while girl gets even more smitten with the guy at the same time
it’s what you take from the past ten minutes that you watch in dead silence, and you don’t even remember in the back of your head that you’re supposed to hate plays
“no way.”
you mumble in disbelief under your breath, head shaking profusely
is your mind playing tricks on you???
you’ve got too used to seokjin sitting beside you that you immediately turn to your right, whispering out your concerns
“is it just me or is she wearing a different shade of pink?”
you don’t even buffer for one second when you ask the stranger beside you
you’re so concerned that you’re looking at him intently while waiting for his answer that could either console or despair you, a random theater-goer that’s too noisy with her questions for her own good
it’s absolutely dARK as fuck in the theater but after awhile your eyes adjusted slightly
and the first thing you look at after the stage is him
him as in the dude in your right that you just asked all of a sudden
you could only see his silhouette and the faintest features of his face along with his well-dressed suit but god
... you are totally not lying if you say that even the barest silhouette of him doesn’t look handsome
you’re expecting him to tell you off for being so noisy but instead, he’s the one who takes you by surprise
“how did you notice that?”
:O
“oh my god!” you exclaim almost too loudly that you yourself even jolts, the guy even making you duck with him slightly for a brief second, “im sO sorry!! am i accidentally spoiling it out for you?”
the guy blinks twice, lips slightly parted before shaking his head no
“no, no... this is the first screening — i mean uh, how would you know that?”
oh boy
you’re adjusting yourself on your seat, bum now warm as you try to explain and not be nervous because what if you just made a wrong assumption about this play and you’re sitting next to a goddamn tHEATRE BUFF???
“well i —uh, uhm what’s your name?” you’re flustered and the FIRST thing you ask is what was his name.,.,,
he seems equally as flustered before he adjusts his glasses, “o-oh uhm i’m namjoon...?”
alright! handsome guy is namjoon!
“you see, namjoon — okay it might just be in my head, but i tHINK it looks deeper with the light somehow. but uh...? the spotlight’s not following her and — is it just me or without the light, her sweater looks brown?”
you’re squinting and if u squint even more, maybe your contacts would just crumple by then
hold on a second
“brown, like — oh my gOD LIKE-”
namjoon puts a hand over his mouth before you could even gasp, hand reaching out for your forearm even before you manage to grasp his shoulder to take it in realization
was it under your nose the whole time??
“... fall.”
:D
holy fucking shit
namjoon looks positively euphoric looking at your face of realization, his once-heavy chest about the whole scene becoming completely devoid of weight
“exactly!!”
his confirmation makes you inwardly squeal, grinning as you point at him and the stage back and forth
���i think this is the first play i’ve become ever interested in watching.”
okay what now
his ears perk up at that, your first sentence that you’ve said after your pink sweater that looks like spring also looks brown like fall in certain scene because of the lighting realization
“it is?”
he takes the chance to look at you as best as he could, trying to play his squinting as cool as he can
namjoon’s far sighted and the glasses he’s wearing are nOT up to date with his current grade bc he’s pretty sure his eyesight’s worsened the past month
he can’t make you out wholly, but he does know that you’re pretty
his eyes don’t linger on you because of the snacks you’re fishing from your purse while you talk that are absolutely illegal in this theater house lmao
but instead, his gaze lingers on you because you’re so pretty
the minimal light that’s bouncing off the stage is enough for him to see a faint outline of your features, highlighting your smiles just right and your dress to glint underneath
“mhmm. i actually hate plays,” suddenly, you’re not scared if namjoon happens to be some sort of theatre buff and you’re offending him because honestly, you feel at ease. “crunch?” you’re holding out the mini bar of chocolate out to him, one he politely declines to because his eyes are bulging out the next second
“you do????”
his genuine reaction indulges you, making you grin ultimately that you put off eating snacks for now to focus on him
“yeah! this is my hate outfit :D”
namjoon giggles as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard
you automatically scoot closer because this time, it’s yOUR turn to shush him
this is totally for just the reason of talking more discreetly and not distracting anyone and is totally not an excuse to be closer to the next guy and touch shoulders with him then get a whiff of cologne because it’s rare for a guy to be handsome and aLSO smell good
your eyes get used to the darkness and eventually, you could make out features of namjoon beside you
he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen
and the way he looks at you makes you feel safe and even your height difference is visible with how probably lonG his torso is compared to yours, his gaze doesn’t make you feel small
namjoon’s still (unsurprisingly) far-sighted and ur so close that he’s a lil cross-eyed
fuck it he’s gonna go to ophthalmologist FIRST thing in the morning tomorrow
“then why are you here?”
“my friend seokjin,” you lean back upon realizing the original reason why you’re here, the situation being so ironic that you puff out a smile
your friend’s named seokjin?
cool :D kim seokjin is namjoon’s of his favorite directors eVER!!
second best for him actually though.,., no one could quite compare to his first
your explanation makes him cackle several times, a swell of pride recounting why you hate (it’ll be past tense probably after this one) theatre
“what about you?”
you turn the question to him, making his dimples disappear effectively that you think you’ve just spooked him
“i uh, well i always wanted to see a story that went like this, so i’m here.”
“you’re a critic? oh god. please don’t tell me you heard all my mumbles.”
no this is even WORSE
namjoon’s not a theatre buff
HE’S A CRITIC????????????
god im coming up
“don’t worry, i also think that the drapings must probably be dirty.”
he breaks out into a smile recounting how you were talking to yourself earlier, a snort escaping him involuntarily
“RIGHT??? it’s like how do you even clean them?? do they fit in washing machines or-”
my god he’s such a nice guy!!!
in fact, he’s everything you want in a guy
you’ve went through atleast twelve facets of emotions for the past hour and you’re not even dating!!!!!!!
“my thoughts exactly!! and if it’s by hand, how do you even scrub the entirety of it?? or wring the water out??”
namjoon KNOWS exactly what’s up :’)
“is there even a clothesline that’d bEAR the weight??”
the two of you are so happy that you just look at each other laughing, a moment in time before namjoon nudges you to lean back because the ending’s happening
you don’t even question him how he’d know that it’s the ending and not just another opening to a new scene, just listening to him
you’re so happy
the play made you happy but namjoon made you even happier :-)
“if you are a critic, you should probably open up your review with this chatty play-hating girl beside you, then at the end, close it off with how she loves it.”
it’s the parting conversation as you realize and holy fuck you are nOT ready for it
you r gonna drag this out for as long as you could <3
......
and namjoon wants in too <3
“noted. if i was a playwright, i’d even make you the lead. which detail should i include? offering me wrapper-covered rice crispy snacks, or asking how you’d watch it while going thru the bathroom?”
this feels so natural
as natural as the couple in the play you’ve just finished watching :))
“you’re hilarious,” you’re not even the slightest bit annoyed and your restrained smile tells him all about it
yea you may have brought in snacks illegally but you aRE gathering your trash up as you’re a decent human being
namjoon wishes you’d pick up after yourself slowly, standing up from his seat as he has the plan of picking up trash that isn’t even his
“what name should i put then?”
you’re silent and oh god he thinks you found his company stupid and would definitely not give him your name
you’re not ignoring him though!!!
his words are still stuck in your head, realizing it lately with his “which detail should i include?”
“me wanting to turn this into a film, actually.”
you test the words out on your tongue, nodding to yourself after a few seconds that you seem so sure of it
“yeah. i wanna make it into a film.”
the lights turn on after being dim for so long, namjoon’s eyes going wide trying to digest what you’ve just said
“w-what?
.....
no fucking way
HOLY FUCKING SHIT SWFRWFBWRHGBRBVWRV SWBHJSDB SHJAVBHGJDS BWHRGHBSVWBGRH
namjoon’s malfunctioning as he’s looking at you from eye to eye, bottom lip trembling while he’s so keen at pointing at you
“y-you’re miss y/n!!”
....
right
oH RIGHT
he’s a fan of yours??
namjoon’s fanning his face because he’s about to literally burst into tears
how could he nOT???
how could he not be emotional when all along, he’s been talking to his number one favorite director????
you and your films are the absolute gems of his life namjoon’s not even kidding
your films were world-renowned for being so natural and sentimental without loading too much into it!!!! you’re known for being so humble through the multiple back-to-back awards and praise you get!!!!
he cannot calm the fUCK down when you’re rubbing circles on his back
“you w-want to turn my play into a film?”
oh my gOD
you’re fumbling for the envelope and it’s only nOW that you realize that it’s not from seokjin in the first place
spring day a play by kim namjoon an invite for director y/n y/l/n
“it’s you!!!!”
“no it’s YOU!!”
jin’s plan worked alright :D
he’s just FOUR rows behind you lmao
it was just two weeks ago when yoongi, the executive producer of his film that he was directing, let it slip that he was co-financing a play
he met yoongi some semesters later after he became close with you, and he’s aLSO converted yoongi into hating theatre then he fit right in to your little posse of theatre kid-hating film students
that gave jin the laugh of his laugh and yoongi was not joking at all
“no, no. i’m telling you man. it’s different! i even have the script that i’ll let you read.”
and holy shit it IS different
if you see a couple tears on the last seven pages of yoongi’s copy of spring day’s script then mind yo oWN fucking business
then two weeks later, here he is :D
jin managed to also convert you to love theatre even IF it is namjoon’s play that did all the work
( also coincidentally found you a future boyfriend because he’s tired of seeing you alone and the closest you’d get to having someone is projecting your yearning into writing the scripts for the films you’d make )
he’s also secretly co-financed the whole play along with yoongi and he’ll drop that bomb later on lmao
“and that must mean i looked like a total FOOL beside you oh my god im so sorry!!”
namjoon panics at that, about to cry when another realization hits him when he’s about to put his head on his hands
“then that means the friend who gave you the ticket was-”
SEOKJIN VBFHSBVHSFBVSFHDVBSJFV SFJVJSFVSJVSSV SSV V FS FSV SFBVRBVRSVSWVGU
he cries to your shoulder and you never expected to be hugging and consoling someone you’ve just met two hours ago, a more than fond smile on your face he takes advantage of when he sneaks in the chance to ask you
“do you mean that?”
“now why would i lie to the playwright who’s been listening to me talk shit, then theorizing, then crying for the past hour?”
it’s true though
namjoon’s seen it all
he’s still handsome as ever even when he sniffles, his dimples on display when you return his question
“now did you mean it? writing me into your play?”
why are you even ASKING
:D
he’s the biggest fan of u
namjoon’s made notes of your work, dedicated scripts to your movies, and he’s thinking about how it’s not yet hitting you how your whole epiphany about the pink sweater turning brown on his play,,, was entirely inspired from you and your affinity for lighting in your films
he thinks it’s still a little early to kiss you on the cheek even if you’ve already hugged, instead settling on pinching your cheek with satisfaction present in all corners
“you’ve always been my muse.”
#feedback pls and thank you :D I WAS SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW I NEED TO SLEEP#namjoon#kim namjoon#namjoon imagine#namjoon imagines#namjoon oneshot#namjoon oneshots#namjoon x y/n#namjoon x reader#namjoon fluff#namjoon au#namjoon fluff imagine#namjoon fluff imagines#namjoon fic#namjoon fics#namjoon fic recs#namjoon scenario#bts namjoon imagine
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2. Sober Resolutions
Summary: Y/n and Daveed has been flirty friends for a while, she decides to make them a little more than just friends after getting a lil bit drunk. Now they have to deal with the day after the night before.
Daveed Diggs x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: 18+ There is a bit more smut than the last one but i’ll leave it at that...
1. Tipsy Decisions
A/n: I got carried away with this part but @einfachniemand asked for a part 2 and I have answered! So I hope you enjoy this girl!
You felt the hangover looming and groaned into the pillow you had your face stuffed into; the room was swimming and the light from the window made you feel like you were in an operating room. You tried to sit up only to realise you were very naked underneath the sheets and were not in fact in your bedroom. The panic began to set in as you realised where you were and who you were with last night, Daveed waltzed into the room humming to himself. He was covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist and little water beads rolled down his body. You couldn't help but admire the sight before you. "Morning Beautiful." He practically sang in your direction. His words bought you back to last night.
Daveed wasted no time and laid himself down onto the sofa, pulling you up until you hovered over his face, you felt very vulnerable in this new position and felt a shiver run down your body in anticipation as you waited for him to close the gap between you both. He bought his face up and tentatively swiped his tongue along your slit and you sucked in a breath at the contact. He worked you slowly exploring every inch of your pussy as you held onto the couch arm for dear life, you wanted to take a bit more control and grind into him but you felt self conscious.
Daveed seemed to sense this and pulled back to stare up at you, you had to admit he looked fantastic in the position. He grabbed your leg reassuringly. "Hey, I got you. You're safe Y/n, just let go." You tentatively nodded in response and tried to relax into it. You felt his mouth form an O shape and placed it over your clit. He sucked it gently which made your body jerk in place at the direct contact on your sensitive area and you tried to lift yourself up from him because of the intense feeling but he snaked his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. He turned his attention back to his earlier actions. He sucked and flicked it in his mouth, he was relentless and you swore loudly at the feeling.
When he had you begging for more he switched up his actions and shifted you slightly so he had access to the whole area. He flattened his tongue making it as wide as possible and moved his head up and down along you folds and up to your clit. He continued, making you feel utterly euphoric and as the pleasure built you began to grind your hips into his face matching his movements. You built your speed up, rocking your hips back and forth and moaned out as you worked in tandem with one another. The second orgasm was way more intense than the first and you were a moaning mess on top of Daveed as he watched you in awe.
You climbed off of his face and sat on the floor absolutely exhausted, Daveed smiled at you and watched as your chest rose and fell. "You're so beautiful Y/n"
You returned his smile and felt yourself heat up at his words. You were overcome by your animal instincts and you post orgasm self confidence sky rocketed and positioned yourself between his open legs and unbuttoned his trousers, your smile darkened as the dirty thoughts passed through your mind and freed him from his tight boxers. You ran you hands along his thighs and you gazed up him, he wore a pained expression because of your tantalizingly slow actions. You had him right where you wanted him, you could see he was seconds from begging.
"Y/n." He whispered, the strain in his voice evident.
"I can't wait to have you in my mouth D." You spoke sweetly. You took his dick in your hand and moved down from the tip to the base slowly applying a small amount of pressure, Daveed let out a breathy sigh as he dropped his head back onto the couch. With your hand still firmly placed around the base, you bought his dick to your mouth and tightened your lips around his tip, you swirled your tongue in a circular motion and sucked in at the same time. This earned you a grunt in response and Daveed lifted his hips up off the sofa in an attempt to push himself further into your mouth.
You pulled back and smiled to yourself. "Patience Diggs." You spoke quietly before placing a few chaste kisses along his length. As you reached the tip once again you licked the precum up and fixed your gaze back on him. He bought his hand up to your face and swiped his thumb along your lip collecting anything you had missed and held it out in front of you. Instinctively you responded and took his thumb in your mouth and sucked slow and hard keeping your eyes firmly placed on one another. With his other hand he tangled his fingers into the roots of your hair and guided your face back to his cock, this time he took control and expertly pushed your mouth down, you relaxed your throat and took him as far as you could. Daveed guided your mouth up and down slowly watching as you took him in your mouth, he almost came there and then.
As he relaxed into the pleasurable feeling you were able to take control again and increased your speed with each stroke you were able to take more of his length, but you wanted more. You pulled back once again. "Stand up for me." Daveed didn't question you and did as you asked. In your sweetest voice you purred. "Will you fuck my throat please."
Daveed chuckled lowly but didn't respond instead he repeated his earlier actions but with more force. He thrust himself back inside your mouth with rigor, hitting the back of your throat and you felt your mouth water at his action but he didn't give you time to focus on that as he set a relentless pace. Your throat contracted at the new sensation and visibly gagged at the his actions. Daveed noticed this and tried to pull back but you held him in place to signal he shouldn't stop. Your eyes watered at the sensation as he continued and you managed to tighten your lips and he let out a strangled moan, you felt his cock twitch and he came quickly into your mouth with a string of profanities leaving his. As he pulled out of your mouth, you felt his cum drip slowly down you chin.
You knew you had gone all the way and you would unpack that later because it had now been 10 minutes since he had walked into the room and you hadn't uttered a word. It's not like he was expecting too much from you, he had just gone about his business getting dressed but it felt weird reliving your night together with him in the room and not speaking. "You want some food?" Daveed asked as he finished up. "I can make something for us."
You felt yourself freak out at the implication of this, you didn't stay after sex. No. You and the guy from the night before did not spend time together after the night in question. You felt it gave men far too much power and you liked being the one in control.
"I was going to get going actually Daveed." You spoke softly, the guilt rose in your chest. You knew you were being stupid, this wasn't just a guy you picked up at a bar and got with, no this was your friend and someone you cherished. Yet your toxic little brain was still screaming at you to run for the hills. Daveed chuckled softly. "Nah, I'm not accepting that girl. Ima go make up some food, there's a towel in the bathroom for you to use and some clothes in the top draw that should fit you."
You were stunned by his blunt response and didn't say another word as he walked out of the room again. You knew you didn't really want to leave and deep down you actually respected his response, so you decided to stay.
You ended up having a lovely day together and you just enjoyed each other's company. It was a simple day, you went to the shops to get hangover snacks and watched a few films. Daveed indulged your inner child and agreed to watch one Toy Story movie, but then made you sit through a crappy action film as payback. It was honestly just two great friends spending the day together, there was no awkwardness about the previous night even though it was in the forefront of both of your minds. About ten minutes into second film you felt yourself grow sleepy and you snuggled up next to Daveed, he placed his arm around you and you drifted off into a light sleep. Your breathing was heavy but the film was loud. As an intense scene was taking place a loud rumble erupted from your tummy and Daveed could help but laugh loudly at you which startled you awake. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to wake you but you don't have to starve while you're here we can order food." He spoke still laughing softly. Your brain was clouded by sleep and confusion, you felt like you had missed the punch line.
"What do you mean?" You inquired.
"Your tummy just made the loudest noise I have ever heard." He smiled at you endearingly.
"Oh did it. Sorry Diggs." You replied still trying to make sense of the world.
"It's chill girl, you don't need to apologise, shall we order some food?" He placed his hand on your thigh tenderly.
You smiled sweetly. "Chinese?" You asked hopefully and he laughed again.
"You got it."
You wasted no more time ordering food and settled back into the chair while you waited for it to arrive. You tried to focus in on the film but you had missed a fair bit and truth be told it was really boring, you fell asleep because of it. You glanced in Daveed's direction slyly and spotted the TV remote next to him and before you had time to think it through you leapt across the sofa so you were vertical in his lap. He was stunned until he realised what you were doing and placed he hands on yours to stop you from taking it. "No Y/n. We're leaving it on." He barked jokingly.
"No it's awful." You tried to pull your hands and the remote free and you wiggled your body, but Daveed was stronger than you and your tangled body only weakened you. He jumped up so your back was against the sofa and he straddled your legs and looked down at you. You were trapped but you had the remote now and thought quickly before you slipped it behind your back and into the waistband of his sweatpants, you poked your tongue out at him.
He laughed at your childish antics. "Y/n, I have no problem taking those off you to get what I want." He spoke playfully.
Your mind went there and you bit back at him. "I'm not stopping you from taking what you want." You bit your lip at your own implication and you saw his eye flicker down your body. He bought himself down to hover over you, he was inches away from your face and you could feel his breath on your lips. You leaned up to meet his lips but the sound of the buzzer bought you back to reality and you both jumped away from one another as though you had been caught in the act. "I'll go get it." Daveed mumbled sheepishly.
For the first time over the last 24 hours it felt awkward, sure the line had been blurred but that was fueled by alcohol. Today has been relatively platonic but now you both had come inches away from making out sober and that would be a lot harder to explain away. Daveed laid out the food on the coffee table along with plates and cutlery. You sat yourself on the floor so you could access the food more easily. Nothing was said while you served up and settled against the foot of the sofa, that awful movie was still playing and you realised you still had the remote in your pants. You bashfully pulled in out and left it on the sofa next to Daveed but he didn't touch it. Instead he focused all of his attention on his dish of food, he pretended it was giving him a ted talk.
After five long minutes of dead silence between you both, Daveed finally spoke. "Look Y/n. We can dance around one another and for the next six months sleep together drunk and try to pretend this is just sex. But I don't want to do that, it's a waste of time. The sex was amazing and what made it better is that I woke up with one of my best friends the next day, even if she did try to run." He paused to see if you were with him and you turned to face, you didn't quite meet his eyes. "What I am trying to say is I want to see what happens, I don't just want sex, I want the vibe we have outside of that. Y/n I want you."
Your mind raced and you silently freaked out, you opened your mind to say something and closed it again. You repeated this a few times trying find the words, you felt like a fish. "But I am scared, if this doesn't work out I don't want to lose my friend."
"Who said you're going to lose me?" He asked sincerely and took your hand in his. "If it doesn't work out I'm still going to be your friend, but I want to you give this a try. Do you?"
You sat and thought to yourself, commitment was terrifying to you and this wasn't any random guy, this was Daveed. You finally met his gaze and gave into your heart. "Yes I want to give it a go."
You both let out a sigh of relief at your words and he sent a cheesy smile you way. "Okay, no pressure but I'm gunna kiss you now Y/n."
#Daveed Diggs#daveed fic#daveed x reader#daveed imagine#daveed x you#smut#fluff#angst#Original Work#part 2#fan fic#self care#Rafael Casal#bay boys
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The sun was beginning to set as Mahmud approached the house, and he was already smiling as he gave a few quick knocks on the door. A moment later it was answered by a tall, heavy-set woman whose expression quickly turned to match his.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Mahmud said, now openly grinning.
"Of course not, we've just finished eating! It's so good to see you, come in, come in, Adana will be so pleased," Karima replied before calling into the house, "we have a guest, uncle Mahmud's here!"
She ushered him into the house and went into the main room while Mahmud took off his travelling pack and placed it by the door, then turning to find Adana already in the hallway he hugged her tightly.
"Happy birthday, my dear," he said warmly, "I'd hoped to arrive a little earlier-"
"I passed the assessments!" Adana interrupted him as their embrace parted, face and voice lit with excitement, "The academy at Gilane has accepted me, I'll be there in just a few months!"
"Oh, congratulations, that's wonderful! I'm so proud of you, I knew they'd take you! It's just as well too, now that- no, no, later," Mahmud fought to contain his own delight as he hugged her again.
"What, tell me uncle, what is it?" That last remark had Adana curious, and now she was positively bursting with excitement.
"Later," Mahmud laughed, "don't worry, I won't make you wait long."
He followed Adana through into the main room, and almost immediately upon reaching the doorway was hugged once more.
"Rahul, my boy! Either it's been too long since I last came or you've risen as often as the sun, I don't remember you so tall!"
"Everyone's been saying that," Rahul chuckled, "I feel like I'm training with longer weapons every week. How long will you be here for?"
"I'm not sure, a few days at the least, maybe a week, but we'll see how the sands shift."
Mahmud clapped Rahul on the shoulder before turning to make the last of the greetings, approaching the tall, slim man in the corner who had so far been content to smile and watch his family's joy, who stretched out his hand as Mahmud took it in both of his and shook vigorously.
"Ehran, my friend, an absolute pleasure as always! How are things?"
"They're very well, thank you. I've left Iszara in charge of the tavern for today - she's been asking to do more, and it should be a quiet night to get her started. How are you, I hope your travels have been kind?"
"As kind as ever, all the better lately for bringing me here," Mahmud replied as they both sat down with the others. "We can save stories for another night though, this isn't my day after all." He turned to face Adana, and continued.
"Now, this is of course a particularly special birthday, you're old enough to train at the academies now, so your parents and I had a little talk about what to get you the last time I was here, and in my travels I've managed to procure you something I think you'll be quite pleased by, if you'll give me a moment to retrieve it." Mahmud went back out into the hallway for a moment, and returned carrying a gleaming white spear, about five and a half feet in length, with a deep black leaf-shaped blade at one end with the other carved to a point, and an intricate red pattern painted down its length.
Adana gasped as soon as she saw it, her eyes wide with amazement, and she could hardly think to respond when he sat back down and placed it before her.
"I...it's beautiful, I've never seen a weapon like it!"
"I'm not surprised," Mahmud said as he chuckled a little at her astonishment, "it's a Bosmeri shortspear, I bought it in Valenwood. The shaft, I'm told, is gryphon bone, with the head of obsidian - you may not think it of stone, but it's as formidable as forged glass, and apparently that red design is Bosmeri blood magic, making the shaft never break and the points never dull. It's never seen use, and I'm sure it'll make you a favourite at Gilane."
Adana was still struggling for words so she simply hugged him again instead, while Rahul gazed intently at the spear until she picked it up and hefted it in her hand.
"The weight is perfect, so fine and balanced," she said, and then with a smile she added "I know it's late but I have to try this properly, I'll just run a few forms," before quickly stepping outside.
A while later, before they were to sleep, Mahmud, Karima and Ehran spoke quietly.
"Have I set the bar too high?" Mahmud asked. "Weapons I know, but I know Rahul was eyeing the blood pattern more than the head, and you know I don't know enough about magic to find as good a gift for him in a few years."
"Not to mention it might be harder to make this year as special for him, I doubt he'll want to apply for any academies," Karima added, her voice concerned.
"I think he's finding it hard not being able to share his passion," Ehran said, "he hasn't said anything but he's often seemed a little uneasy discussing either magic or his training lately, most of his friends wouldn't take kindly to it so it'd be nice if we could give him at least some kind of support or community for it, find him a teacher or something."
"You're right, I think that'd really benefit him," Karima agreed. "He'd love some real tutelage too, I'm sure, he's getting by with the books you've brought" - she looked to Mahmud - "but there's only so much he can do by himself...you know, maybe he would like to apply for an academy, just not one in Hammerfell."
"You mean send him to High Rock? It won't be easy, he'll likely have a lot of catching up to do, I'd worry he'd feel alienated," Ehran replied.
"We can talk to him about it closer to the time, we've got a few years yet, but you know how he reads and learns when he's really engaged. Mahmud, what do you think, do you know what it's like up there these days?"
"Well I've not been north in a little while but I think he certainly stands a chance, he's a bright lad, if he likes the idea then it's worth a go, as long as he knows it'll be a challenge. I'll have a think about any contacts I might know up there, see if anyone can tell me any more, maybe get some work and earn a few favours."
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Can I get reactions hc for la squadra finding out their fem teammate is a single mom, just soemthing fluffy and nice. You don't have to do this, thank you for your time ^^
Hi there, dear! Awwwww, it’s really a sweet and cute prompt :,) Here we go, sure! I hope you’ll like it :3
La Squadra di Esecuzione find out that their new teammate is a single mom
(Under the cut for length!)
Risotto Nero
While he doesn’t actively investigate on his members’ private life, Risotto trusts them to come to him if they are affected by something that may jeopardize their performance on workplace. They are a hitmen team and, as such, they can rely just on each other; Risotto always makes it extremely clear to the newer members, and he had told so also to the new girl of the team. If there was something that worried her she could talk to him, and he would have done whatever he could to help her. She knew it, but still, she waited a little; her secret was too important, and she wanted to be more than sure that she could trust her teammates, her leader in particular.
So, when she felt comfortable enough, she told Risotto that she needed to talk to him about a delicate topic. Risotto’s mind was already racing, when she entered again his office, but not alone. Risotto’s perplexed red eyes met a kid’s ones, and the kid was watching him with curiosity and wonder. She explained him that the kid was her child, and that she was taking care of them all by herself, as their father, well… when he found out she was pregnant, he thought well to run away. Risotto felt an indignant rage building up in his chest; how could someone abandon his own child and partner?! Well, now she wasn’t alone anymore. He promised her to help her as much as he could: a salary increase, to provide to the child’s needs, a safe house, and then -and this made her jaw drop- he would have taken care of the child while she was in mission. They were a team; they always got each other’s back.
The kid absolutely loves to stay with “uncle Risotto”. They never had a male figure in their life, it had always been just them and their mom, so, when they saw that Risotto was, behind that intimidating face, quiet and soft, they cling to him like their life depended from it. They were a quiet and good kid, and Risotto liked to spend time with them; while he was doing his paperwork, the kid read their books or draw on their notebook. In secret, Risotto had even introduced them to few metal songs, beaming in joy when he saw how much they were enjoying it! Soon, they were united by a strong and deep bond that always made F/N softly smile; she was so happy to see her child happy… it was the only thing that mattered.
Prosciutto
Prosciutto is usually the one assigned to the rookies’ training, as Risotto is already too busy with leadership, missions and paperwork. And so he was responsible also for F/N’s training; not that she needed it… she was already skilled. Prosciutto’s task was a mere surveillance on her first missions, to be sure she could do her job in the most discreet way, as it was expected from a hitman. Being her trainer, he also cared about certain aspects of her private life, such as her house -he had to be sure it was safe-, and eventual relatives or people that could jeopardize the secrecy of her job. She came to trust him, the more they trained together; he cared for her not only as her trainer, but also as her friend. That’s why she chose to let him know her most precious secret; she knew that he would have treasured it with his own life.
She asked him to meet her at the nearby park. While he was waiting for her, he wondered what kind of secret she had to reveal: a secret husband? Maybe she had another identity? He was still pondering about it when he heard her steps coming near. And she wasn’t alone… there were more steps, lighter, like a child’s ones. He lifted his eyes and he saw her -it was so strange to see her in a civilian outfit- and, hand in hand with her, a child, who was maybe five, six years old. He looked at the child, curious, elaborating their presence. So they were F/N’s secret… while the child was playing on the swing, she told him the whole story, how she got pregnant with her child when she was just a teenager, how her family and her -by now ex- boyfriend basically left her alone… how she managed to take care of her child. It hadn’t been easy, of course, but here they were. Her child was healthy and happy… she couldn’t ask for more. And she hadn’t to; she was part of the Squadra Esecuzioni, now, and Prosciutto would have never left her alone. They were family. He planned with her a new schedule that could allow her to spend more time with her child, and then, when she had to go on missions, he offered to babysit the child. No one of the family was left behind.
The child was happy to stay with big brother Prosciutto, when mom was away. Prosciutto has always been good with children, and he shows it with F/N’s child too; he manages to keep them busy, to always make them do their homeworks and then to eat all their vegetables. They really dream to be, one day, as cool and strong as big brother Prosciutto!
Pesci
Among the members, Pesci was the softest. And, as -now ex- rookie, he could sympathize with F/N. He still remembered how scared and disoriented he was when he had first joined… So, when F/N joined their ranks, he was here to support her as much as he could. He was the first who reached out to befriend her; surviving as hitwoman without any bond wasn’t easy. It tended to… drive someone’s crazy, and he didn’t want it for her. She was a bit suspicious, in the beginning; she had thought that entering a team of assassins would have been to basically enter into a merciless competition between each other, a lair full of wolves… but it wasn’t so, and Pesci had proved it. She appreciated how supportive he was… he was the first real friend he had had in ages. She trusted him, and she felt that she could safely inform him of her most important secret, what she had protected with her nails and teeth since her little, sweet secret was born. She knew that Pesci too would have treasure it as much as she had always done.
She invited him to her house, officially to take a coffee together. Pesci was a bit nervous; he had seen the light in her eyes… he knew she wanted to tell him something, but he absolutely didn’t know what. When, after ringing the doorbell, a small child came to open the door, his jaw almost dropped. And who was this kid? Maybe… maybe they were the “thing” she had to reveal him? He recovered quickly from his shock, and gently smiled at the kid, following them to the living room, where their mom was putting two coffee mugs on the small table. Pesci sat down with her and, while the child was playing with their toys, she told him how she got pregnant with her kid, and then was left alone by everyone; how she joined the Squadra basically to earn enough money to guarantee her child a safe and good future. Pesci was touched by her story, and promised to help her as much as he could, being, for example, her child’s babysitter when she was away.
Pesci’s softness and kindness really made their way onto the kid. The child loved big brother Pesci: he was a gentle giant who always played with them whenever they asked him to, and he was their mom’s best friend. And F/N couldn’t be happier: he child was happy, and they had a wonderful bond with Pesci… yes, entering the Squadra had been a good idea, after all.
Formaggio
Formaggio is always ready to befriend new people, of course if they are of his likings. And F/N absolutely is: she’s smart, clever, and she could beat him in a fair wrestling arm match. He wants to be her best friend! And, in the dark world she decided to dive in, a friend like him was what she needed: someone who could still make her laugh, who could help her to forget, at least for a little while, what she did for living. She knew that, even when he was a little tipsy after few beers, he could still keep important secrets to himself, and the one she wanted to reveal him was really, really important… her life was enclosed in that secret. After a first period of pondering and uncertainty, she decided to make him part of the secret too. Now she knew that she could trust him with all her heart, as he had shown more than once to be a good and loyal friend. The world was dark and horrible… she also needed someone who could take care of secret, if… well, if a mission didn’t go as it should. And she trusted Formaggio to do so.
They met at his flat, as it was the nearest to the supermarket where she went to do groceries. When he went to open the door, the last thing he imagined to see was a small child hand in hand with F/N. What the hell…?! He let them come in, checking that no one had seen or followed them. Then, after turning on the TV on a random cartoon channel, to distract the child, Formaggio asked her explanations. Who was that kid? Was really hers? And, well… where was the father? After hearing her murmured explanation, that the child’s father was an alcoholic who beat her and that she had finally left him when her child was just born, Formaggio was fuming. He knew how it felt growing up with an alcoholic and violent father… he was just glad she had found the strength to leave him and to protect her child. And he wanted to help her; he couldn’t leave her friend alone with a child… yes, he wasn’t expert of childcaring, but at least he could do something, like babysitting them! It was better than nothing!
And the kid really loves his new uncle. He’s funny, he teaches him funny tricks, and he watches cartoons with them! He’s awesome! The kid never knew their father, but, sometimes, they wish that Formaggio was their real father. They dream to be as awesome as him, when they grow up!
Melone
Melone is not an easy person to approach, nor he’s good at befriending people. He’s by now too used to wear the mask of the “weirdo scientist” that, sometimes, it’s even hard to remember how he is for real. However, F/N hadn’t prejudices toward him, and she was quite intuitive and sensitive, enough to catch a glimpse of the true Melone who was hiding behind the mask. With time, and seeing that she was still kind and talkative even when anyone else would have just left without turning back, he started to warm up to her, to slowly but steadily leave the mask behind. F/N was pleasantly surprised to see that, when he was allowed to, Melone was way better than how he usually presented himself; yes, he was still a bit weird, but who wasn’t so, in the Squadra? In Melone, she found a good friend, someone curious and intelligent to talk to. And she could see that he was good at keeping secrets; his weirdo attitude helped a lot. Since he was her best friend and, she had seen, he was good with kids -even if his “kids” were little murderous stands-, and, well, she needed a backup, in case the worst happened… so, she decided to tell him the truth about her too, to take off the mask as he had done for her.
They met at her house. The moment Melone entered, he could tell immediately that a kid was living in that house. And he was right; after a little, a little kid bounced toward him and F/N, asking her if they could have a little ice cream, with big eyes and an adorable pout. Before the kid, after their mom’s “no”, could throw a tantrum, Melone proposed to make all together fruity icicles; in this way, the kid got distracted, had fun and ate something healthier than ice cream. F/N could just smile, while watching Melone interacting with the child: he really was good with them… while the kid was busy eating his icicle, she told him her story, how she got pregnant with her kid when she was barely a eighteen years old girl, how she was left alone… Melone listened to her in silence, grimacing. How cruel… he turned to her, promising to help her as much as he could and, while he was saying so, the kid come to him, hugging his waist and thanking him for teaching them how to make icicles. She could just smile again; well… it seemed that her kid had already accepted Melone in the family!
As the kid had showed since the very first day, they adored Melone. He was good at making them do their homework while keeping it fun; for him, learning shouldn’t be a tedious and monotonous task, but something interesting and funny! And Melone, since he started to babysit them, felt lighter, happier; it was wonderful to take care of someone, for once, and not to plan the next murder…
Illuso
As “official” spy of the team, Illuso had the task to investigate on the new members, in case there could be something that could put them or the entire team at risk. Risotto trusted him enough not to ask detailed reports, knowing that, in case, Illuso would have told him everything. And he was right; Illuso responded better to trust than to fear, and, until now, he had never disappointed his leader. Until he was told to investigate on F/N, their new teammate. He hadn’t found anything strange, for a while; she had a normal and quiet routine, she never showed signs that could make him think she was going to betray them… her behaviour was impeccable even during missions. But there was something that bugged him… he hadn’t still told to Risotto, as it was much his guts talking than evidences, and, also, F/N, whom he had befriended, seemed to treasure that secret. But it wasn’t something that could affect the team’s safety… then what was that? He had come to trust her, so he would have waited for her to finally tell him.
And the moment came when October was just starting; she had invited him to a park near her house -closing an eye on the fact that Illuso knew perfectly where she lived-, so they could talk in peace. When he arrived to the park, the first thing he did was to check the surroundings and the people around: an old couple, three moms chatting on a bench, a couple of dads playing soccer with their kids… and then a kid made few bells in his head ring. Those eyes, and that way to laugh… no, it couldn’t be! Or could it? He looked at F/N, who was waiting for him on a bench, and she just nodded. He sighed, finally adding that last piece to the puzzle; now it was all clear… he sat down with her, listening to her story; it sure must have have been difficult, and tiring to take care of a child all alone… but now she wasn’t alone anymore. Yes, the team wasn’t… the best company ever, but one thing they prided themselves of was their loyalty toward each other. And she could trust them: they would have done anything to keep her child safe.
Illuso and the kid managed to get along just after a little. Illuso wasn’t the most talkative and playful person around, but, after he managed to catch the kid’s attention with an exquisite glass ball which reflected the light so nicely, it was done. The kid was fascinated by Illuso’s collection of glass sculptures, by the light that passed through them… Illuso, once a glass maker apprentice, showed them the secrets of glass making. All in all, they had similar tastes: they liked puzzles, riddles, everything that could challenge their minds… F/N wasn’t really sure it had been a good decision. Together, those two were unstoppable!
Ghiaccio
Ghiaccio was definitely not the easiest person to approach. However, since it seemed that his stand and the rookie’s one worked so damn good together, he was stuck with her. He was fuming. How could he, the second best -not even his confidence could convince him he was better than his leader- of the Squadra, be stuck with the newbie?! It wasn’t acceptable. Or, better, he thought so until he saw her fighting for real, and then he had to chew back few amazed cursed. Well… it seemed that Prosciutto and Risotto were right. Her stand really worked well with his White Album… seeing her in action softened him a little and, mission after mission, they grew closer. Everyone was perplexed: how could she bear with Ghiaccio’s tantrums for so long? She just smiled and said that he was, well… different, with her. And it was true: while he was always so direct to be, often, rude, impatient, aggressive and so on, he was always ready to put his life on the line in order to cover her back and bring her home in one piece. She was the only one he listened to, aside of Risotto, the only one who had a certain power on him. And he was the only one she would have entrusted her life to. Her life and… her secret too.
She told him during a particularly tough mission. She told him about her child, and she showed him a photo of them. Yes… it was definitely hers. Ghiaccio could see how the kid was resembling their mother… she told him their story; that she had to take care of them alone, and how, now, she hoped to gather enough money to give them everything they needed. Ghiaccio, for once, didn’t know what to say. His parents… well, his parents never cared about him. But she… she was willing to damn her own soul and to risk her life in order to give her kid a good and safe future. He couldn’t help but to feel moved. And that was why he offered to help her as much as he could. They were friends, after all… he had never had friends, but he was pretty sure that helping each other was something friends did. And he wanted, for once, to be a good friend to her.
Ghiaccio tried very hard to be as patient and tamed as he could, with the child. He didn’t want to disappoint his friend, after all… but the child was so quiet and calm that Ghiaccio never felt, not even once, rubbed in the wrong way. The kid enjoyed to sit down near mom’s friend and to read in a comfortable silence; the enjoyed to play with him, usually making a puzzle or playing a strategy game. The kid wanted Ghiaccio to be the one to go with him to buy a new pair of glasses and their mom just smiled, amused and moved, when she saw that her child decided to get a pair of red glasses, right like Ghiaccio’s. She was so happy to see her sweet kid admiring someone… it was heartwarming!
#jjba#vento aureo#la squadra di esecuzione#risotto nero#prosciutto#pesci#formaggio#melone#illuso#ghiaccio#fem teammate#new teammate#teammate who is a single mom#reactions hcs#headcanons#sfw#anon ask
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Toru Oikawa x F!Reader
Song ~ Wedding Dress by Levi Hummon
Warning - Swearing maybe? I can’t remember \(≧▽≦)/
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Posted 09/07/20
July 16th, 2018. That was the day that Toru Oikawa stood proudly next to his best friend Hajime Iwaizumi as his best man.
"What if she's changed her mind and ran away? That she thinks marrying me is a huge mistake." Oikawa rolled his eyes at his best friend, in all the years he had known him he has never seen his best friend this anxious, not even in a volleyball game against a powerhouse school back in high school if anything, it was Iwa trying to calm Oikawa. The poor lad was all jittery.
"I wouldn't worry so much, you know Y/n is there with Emiko, and we both know how much she loves you. Y/n will get her here on time, and the second you see her in that stunning white dress, you will cry." Oikawa stepped forward, smoothing out the white shirt before straightening out his mint blue tie and peach coloured rose corsage.
"Remember if it weren't for you and Emiko, I would not have met Y/n and fallen for her. Y/n will not let anything happen to Emiko; no a hair will be out of a place or an eyelash on her cheek, we owe the pair of you too much for matching us up so your wedding today will be flawless." Oikawa gave his confident smile and patted his best friend on his shoulder, Iwaizumi slipped his hand in his mint blue slacks as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Oikawa spotted that it was only a couple of minutes to one, the ceremony would begin shortly. He spotted the text on his screen from Y/n - on our way see you soon (♡ω♡)
He smiled at the message before; sending back his own kaomoji o(>ω<)o, the pair were obsessed with sending kaomojis back and forth.
Locking his screen again before smiling at the photo, it was one of his favourites taking by Emiko herself. It was taken back last year when the four of them went to the beach to celebrate their engagement. Oikawa was giving Y/n a piggyback, his hands under her thighs, they were both in their swimwear, soak from swimming in the sea. Y/n had one arm wrapped around his shoulder with the other outstretched in from of them as she threw up the peace sign. Her h/c thrown up in a messy beach swept ponytail, her chin resting on his shoulder with a broad playful closed-eyed smile spread across her lips, Oikawa could see his matching grin spread across his face as his head was leant against hers.
He loved that photo. She was showing off her natural beauty. No makeup or hair done up just right, with the tiny scar above her right eyebrow, he couldn't see it in the photo, but he knew it was there, he knew it was from a childhood accident of that one time she fell out of a tree when she was playing with her brothers. He knew all the scars, and where they were, his fingers had traced them all, knowing all the different childhood stories behind, ranging from messing around with her brothers to the one of her breaking her arm and the bone sticking out when she fell rock climbing.
"Oi Shittykawa." Iwaizumi hissed bring the love-struck boy out of his memories and back into the church. "She's seriously got you wrapped that tightly around her fingers, huh." He stated as he hit the old Seijoh captain around the back of the head.
"Ow! Iwa-chan that hurts!" Oikawa grumbled as he slipped his phone back into the pocket of his mint blue slacks, before rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head, but he was glad that Iwaizumi wasn't quite as nervous as before, "You're being vulgar again."
From behind him, he could hear Matsukawa and Hanamaki stifling there laughs at the pair, he sent a glare over his shoulder to the two groomsmen, who were wearing white shirts with peach coloured slacks with matching ties and corsages.
Before either of them could comment, the music began to play, the guest stood. All turned towards the door, Oikawa could not help but smile as he watched Takeru walk down the aisle as the ring bearer in his outfit matching the two groomsmen. Next to him was (niece's name) dressed in a tea-length peach coloured ball gown dress. It was so cute to watch them walk along together, (niece's name) throwing little flower petals as she walked, Takeru proudly carrying the wooden box with the glass window in the lid showing the rings sat on the velvet mint coloured pillow. Next, to walk along was Emiko other two bridesmaids, wearing peach coloured a-line asymmetrical chiffon dresses with a sweetheart's neck. Their hair was curled, and a half was styled back, each holding a small bouquet of peach roses in their hands. Oikawa knew who was next, it was his beloved, he knew she would be wearing mint blue to match him, but he had no clue what dress she would be wearing.
Emiko and Iwaizumi, well mostly Emiko, had decided they wanted a peach and mint summer wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids would be in peach while the maid of honour and the best man along with the bride and groom would be in mint. Well, Emiko would be in white, but she would have accents of mint to her hair and in her bouquet.
When Y/n stepped through the door, Oikawa could do nothing but stare. She looked stunning in her floor-length a-line dress. He loved the sweetheart neckline and the way the sleeves were off the shoulder. He loved the way the chiffon fell and made it look like she was gliding along the floor, the peach coloured roses of her bouquet stood out against the mint blue of her dress. Her hair was tied back into an intricate bun, and she donned a light layer of makeup that brought out her sparkling crystal-like e/c eyes.
Their eyes locked with one another's and she gave him a gentle smile, she took her place on the bride's side of the aisle, giving him a wink before Y/n looked down the aisle with a proud look. Oikawa's eye's flickered to the doorway where Emiko was stood in her pure white lace ballgown dress, with a v-neck neckline. Her hair was in an even more intricate way with braids and curls going into a bun, with mint blue gems weaved into her hair before they flickered to Iwaizumi. Oikawa could see the tears welling Iwaizumi's eyes as he saw the love of his life stood there with her father ready to walk down and to give her to him for the rest of lives together.
The ceremony was beautiful. Oikawa's eyes would continuously flicker to where Y/n was stood and back to the bride wonder what she would look like in a wedding dress. He wanted to see that; he knew he was going to marry her one day. Still, the pair had agreed to take it slow, they didn't want to rush a thing, and with Oikawa being a professional Volleyball player for Argentina it was hard enough for him to have this time off for the wedding.
The wedding breakfast was great, filled with great food, booze and of course the speeches, Oikawa teasing the newlyweds but also congratulating and thanking them both for setting him up with Y/n.
He would quite often see Y/n tear up at the speeches and when Iwaizumi and Emiko did there thank you speech and handed out the presents to their parents and the wedding party. Emiko was especially thankful for Y/n, "Honestly Y/n if it wasn't for you I think this wedding would have been a disaster, you kept me grounded through all of this, if I were having a meltdown you would be on a flight from Argentina to me that night, I don't know how many times you did that-"
"She did it thirteen times we had a travel case sat by the front door of our flat ready~" Oikawa interjected with a smirk winking at Niko.
"Don't worry I spent his money on the flights~" Y/n smiled as she leaned into Oikawa's side planting a kiss on his cheek as he fake gasped at the fact she stated. The room laughed at the couple.
"Toru you a professional volleyball player, get over it! Anyway, if it weren't for you Y/n I would have probably thrown in the towel and cancelled everything on many of occasion, so I must also thank you Toru for letting your girlfriend come and help me at the drop of a hat and fly back here to Japan. Honestly, if it weren't for you two, this wedding wouldn't have been a disaster." Emiko grinned, raising her champagne glass "To Y/n and Toru!"
"To Y/n and Toru!" The room chorused after her, the toasted pair stood there with there arms wrapped around each other, and there own champagne glasses in hand, Y/n rested her head against his chest as Oikawa planted a kiss on the top of her head as he whispered: "I love you, baby girl."
The first dance was beautiful, just Iwaizumi and Emiko slow dancing across the dance floor to I'll Be by Edwin McCain now and again Iwaizumi would twirl her around. They were whispering to each other. Both grinning, ever now and again kissing, either on the cheek or lips or in Iwaizumi's case her forehead too. Once again, Y/n was cuddled into Oikawa's side, holding her newly filled champagne glass to her chest as she smiled the tears welling up again.
Oikawa was happily chatting away to his old Seijoh teammates. He wasn't sure where Y/n was she said something about catching up with her old high school friends. His ears pricked up at the sound of the music, Oh, Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison was playing. Knowing how much Y/n loved this song from the movie Pretty Women, his eye's drifted to the dance floor, where he instantly found the bridal party and their high school friends dancing together singing along. Y/n and Emiko were doing some kind of ballroom dancing, their hands linked together spinning around and laughing, he loved this side of her, she was just having fun and letting loose not caring what people thought of her and her dancing. The next song to come one was Love is Strange by Mickley and Sylvia. Oikawa sighed he knew the DJ was playing the song from Dirty Dancing and he knew them all seeing as Y/n loved that movie as well. Their eyes lock at a certain point, and they both smirked.
'Sylvia~' Oikawa lip-synced to the song.
'Yes, Mickey?' Y/n hip swayed to the song as she slowly, swaying her hips as she moved closer to him.
'How ya call your loverboy?' He was leaning against the pillar, knowing that his old teammates and her friends were watching
'Come here, loverboy!' using her head to signal from him to come to her.
'And if he doesn't answer?' He smirked grew
'Oh, lover boy?' giving him big doe eyes, her hands linked behind her back trying to look innocent, still quite a bit away from him
'And if he still doesn't answer?' He pushed himself off the pillar
'I smiply say, baaaaby' She couldn't help but giggle at him when he did the air guitar to the song.
'Ooooohhhh, baaaaabbyyy' Now stood toe to toe both laughing at Oikawa as he continued to do the air guitar.
'My sweet baabbyy, you're the one' Planting a kiss on his lips before returning to the girls on the dance floor.
"Damn you are whipped, aren't ya!" Yahaba laughed patting his shoulder, he just shrugged, he knew he was and he did not care, he loved her wholeheartedly. He continued to watch her on the dance floor once again thinking back to how he wanted to see her in a wedding dress, maybe it was the champagne going to his head, but he wonders if he just went up to her right now and went down on one knee, would she say yes?
Y/n continued to dance with Emiko before they disappeared out the door so Emiko could change into her evening dress, something a little lighter and more comfortable to wear.
Later into the evening, Oikawa's eyes locked onto Iwaizumi walking up to the DJ, he didn't miss the smirk that Iwaizumi sent his way. Not long after Iwaizuki walked away, a song began to play that Oikawa instantly recognised. It was his and Y/n song, I Was Made For Loving you by Tori Kelly began to play, he's eyes darted around the room looking for his beloved, he felt a hand on his arm. He grinned, taking her hand in his placing a kiss on her knuckles.
"Come dance with me," She asked, placing his drink down on the table next to them. He smiled as and followed after her to the dance floor, her left arm wrapped around his right shoulder, and his left arm was gently wrapped around her waist and their free hands conjoined, Oikawa held them to his chest, her head placed gently against his chest as well. They both had gentle smiles on their face as they slow danced on the floor. They didn't see the looks on Emiko, and Iwaizumi faces as they watched the pair, it was just them on the dance floor.
"We did a good match with those two." Emiko smiled her head resting on Iwaizumi's shoulder.
"That we did, I think when you throw the bouquet, aim it at Y/n." Iwaizumi commented.
"I already had that planned." The newly wedded couple smirked at each other.
It was nearly midnight when the after-party started to wrap up, the couple were heading off on their honeymoon, but first, it was time to throw the bouquet. As Emiko said she was going to aim for her best friend, she wanted to see her married to Oikawa; she wanted their children to grow up together and be best friends, even if they would be in different countries.
Turning her back to the group of girls, Emiko looked over her shoulder, winking at Y/n before she threw the bouquet over her head.
Oikawa was praying that she would catch it, he wanted to propose to her all night, he already planned to buy a ring when they get back to Argentina.
The peach coloured rose flew through the air and landed perfectly into Y/n outstretched hands. Y/n eyes met Oikawa's as he gave her a look that said well we're going to have to now, the blush flushed Y/n cheeks, as she made her way back towards him, cradling the bouquet in her arms.
Iwaizumi and Emiko smirked to one another, knowing they had worked there magic once again, they knew it wouldn't be long till Oikawa would propose now, knowing he wanted to all day anyway, they could tell by the way he looked at her.
"I'll gladly be your matron of honour," Emiko said nudging Y/n arm as they joined the blushing couple.
"Give me a shout when you need a best man." Iwaizumi lightly punched Oikawa shoulder as he smirked. "I've already got bits of the speech planned." Catching the scared look that crossed Oikawa's cause the other three to laugh.
"So, if I asked you, would you say yes?" Oikawa asked as his arms snaked around her waist once again.
After that, there were lots of goodbyes, and even more congratulations as Emiko and Iwaizumi left on their Italian road trip honeymoon.
"Blue topaz~" Was all Y/n said as he placed a butterfly kiss against his cheek, waving after the car as it drove away.
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@flaming-charisma
The royal parlor room shines in the soft light of the morning sun, pooling in from the glass doors on the west and east end. A salty, ocean breeze peeks its way through, settling over the freshly polished cherry wood and the recently cleaned marble floor. It provides a nice, refreshing breather for all the handmaidens rushing about, making sure everything is one hundred percent perfect for the prince about to arrive for breakfast. Well, everyone seems to be rushing about except for the one princess seated at a table, in the very center of the room, a tired expression heavily marked on her soft features. It’s most likely from the lack of sleep she’s had these last few days or from the slight d r e a d she feels about this upcoming arranged marriage. Her sister, the queen, had told her that it would be for the good of the Ashfords to continue a royal blood line, to begin a tradition of marrying into royalty—since they hadn’t been royal to begin with. Besides, it would do them well to make the strongest alliance of all with a neighboring kingdom, that is according to the Royal Congregation. Therefore, Madeline, being the loyal, trusting sister, agreed without hesitation, but not without a few, personal doubts of her own. Rumors ran rampant throughout the castle about the visiting prince, especially from those who had claimed to have previously worked for him. From the fleeting whispers Madeline had heard from her handmaidens, it was enough to make her feel more worried and even less enthusiastic than usual. Hence why she feels incredibly on edge about this first meeting with the prince and about the strong possibility that the rumors she heard may just be true.
Uneasy, green irises watch as each of the handmaidens disappear into the service wing, leaving her alone to wait for the prince. Suddenly, she feels the room to be very stuffy, despite the open glass doors. Without a second thought, she reaches back to undo a few knots of her blue silk corset, the thing practically asphyxiating her natural flow of oxygen. It isn’t until she’s almost loosened it enough, when one of the servants outside the main doors announces the prince’s arrival, opening the sleek, mahogany doors to the parlor. Quickly, she proceeds to remove her hand from her corset strings and place it on her stomach, rising to greet the prince with a short, unknowingly impolite bow. “Your highness,” she says, tone tired and flat. “Pleased to make your acquaintance this morning.” Even though there wasn’t much to be pleased about.
#flaming-charisma#c:Maddy;;#{ v; A Royal Burden. }#{ yo yo yOOOOO }#{ here it is! }#{ hope you like it! }#{ and you don't have to match length; i went a little deep into the story lol }
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don't say yes, run away now
Who did this? Who barged in on someone’s wedding and asked the bride to run away with them? It happened only in movies, and yet – this was his last shot. In an hour, she’d be married and there would be no more chances left to spend.
I don't want to say too much but Rebelcaptain is definitely endgame so just keep that in mind while reading! You can also read this on ao3 where I give some of my thoughts on why I wrote this fic.
It was a small wedding which made sense because Jyn never liked to be the center of attention. Part of him was surprised she’d even agreed to a reception – when they were together, he always thought she was a “let’s get married spontaneously at the courthouse” kind of girl. But maybe it was all for her husband to be, maybe he wanted a big wedding and they settled on a compromise, maybe – maybe he pushed her into it. He couldn’t imagine Jyn being forced to do anything she didn’t want to, but he was desperate to hate this guy.
Not that he knew anything about him, other than his name and Facebook profile photo, but still. It was the principle of the thing. He was supposed to end up with Jyn, not this random dude she’d known for what? A couple of years? How well do you get to know a person in only a few short years? He didn’t want to be the crazy jealous ex-boyfriend but he had always thought –
Well, he just had to make sure she was serious about this. Because if there was even a part of her that still felt the same as he did…
He couldn’t help himself. He saw the announcement on Facebook a couple of months ago and he resolved himself to forget about it. What could he do? Then an old friend of theirs who still kept in touch with Jyn let it slip when and where the wedding was taking place, and here he was now, wondering if he’d officially lost his mind.
Who did this? Who barged in on someone’s wedding and asked the bride to run away with them? It happened only in movies, and yet – this was his last shot. In an hour, she’d be married and there would be no more chances left to spend.
He tried to keep this in mind as he stepped into the room, pushing his doubts aside. They hadn’t spoken in five years but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they belonged together. This was his moment to make her see it.
Jyn turned around as the door opened, her eyes going wide as she registered his presence. He stopped for a moment to take her in. She looked breathtaking.
Her dress was knee-length and pale green, matching the color of her eyes. Her shoes were flat and her hair appeared to be a half updo with a small flower crown. It was every bit as clean and simple as he expected. At the sight of her, he was hit with a longing so intense, his breath caught in his throat. It only furthered his belief that he had to be with her.
But she looked furious.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she demanded, never one to hold back on profanities. He almost smiled. His foul-mouthed angel.
He’d prepared a speech on the way here but looking at her, he couldn’t remember any of it. All he could say was, “Don’t marry him.”
Jyn gave him an incredulous look, then took one step closer, quickly glancing around as if she was afraid someone was eavesdropping on them.
“Are you out of your mind? We broke up five years ago,” she reminded him as if he didn’t know, as if he didn’t think about her every day since.
“I know. I know, but there’s a part of me –” he paused, unable to find the right words. “If there’s a part of you – shit, I just mean that I think it was a mistake to break up. I never forgot about you.”
She looked like she wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” she said. Her arms were crossed across her chest in a defensive manner, her nails digging into her skin.
He took a deep breath and plunged in.
“Run away with me. Let’s go, let’s leave now. I have a car parked out front, we can be gone in no time. I know – I know that’s a terrible thing to do. But… I think there’s still something between us. And I think you feel it too.”
When he finished, Jyn looked uncomfortable, holding herself tighter and staring out the window to her right, not meeting his eyes. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. He didn’t think he was wrong about her but – well, of course she’d be reluctant to agree instantly. This was her wedding after all. Anyone would be hesitant.
“I think you should go,” Jyn said really quietly and still wouldn’t look at him. He gave her a pleading look but when she turned around, refusing to entertain his presence anymore, he took the hint and left.
But as he walked away, something tugged at the corner of his mind. She hadn’t said no. Hope began to unfurl in his chest once again as he realized she was just afraid. He could understand that. Perhaps he should have tried to convince her harder. Because if he was right about this, he couldn’t let her make the biggest mistake of her life.
The ceremony began an hour later. He sneaked in among the other guests, taking a seat at the edge of the row of white chairs, closest to the woods surrounding the area. There weren’t too many people attending so he did stick out a bit, but he just said he was Jyn’s colleague and nobody pressed too much. All the while, he was thinking about what he was going to say.
This was a risk, and perhaps not something good people did, but – but it was the gesture that counted, right? The big romantic gesture. Everyone loved those. If anything could convince Jyn to take a chance, if anything could prove that he was serious, it would be this. He just had to make sure his timing was right and his words were heartfelt.
If it went well, it would be a great story to tell their grandkids someday.
The wedding was quite simple but still pretty. He had to admit he did like the outdoor venue, the fairy lights on the trees, the white and yellow flowers matching the color of her dress. Her fiancé – he honestly forgot his name – looked calm and composed. It honestly threw him off a bit, how the guy wasn’t even smiling. How much could he love her if he didn’t even look happy to be here? Jyn deserved someone who would cry at their wedding, and this made him even more sure of his plans. He would treat Jyn better than this guy.
(Then Jyn walked down the aisle and her fiancé’s expression softened. He never once took his eyes off her. By then, he was too set on his plan though, so he pretended not to notice.)
He waited. There was usually a place and time for speeches like this… but it looked like he might not get his chance. The guy who was officiating the wedding – a friend of theirs, as far as he could tell – skipped the whole “if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace” part. Which was a problem. What was he supposed to do now?
When it was time to exchange rings, he panicked, realizing there was no more time for him to interrupt. He had to do it now. Before he could think about it too much and chicken out, he stood up.
At first, Jyn and the groom didn’t even notice. But then people started looking at him, and he cleared his throat, trying to ignore their stares and the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Silence descended. Jyn finally noticed him, looking just as shocked as she had an hour ago, though she was rapidly turning red in the face with fury. Her fiancé just seemed perplexed and a bit agitated.
“What. Are you doing?” she hissed, looking like she wanted to murder him on the spot. Not a good sign – but he had to see this through now.
He could hear the guests beginning to whisper amongst themselves and he tried not to pay attention, though he could feel his face growing hot with embarrassment. Oh god, what the fuck am I doing?
“I – I love you, Jyn,” he said. A few people in the crowd gasped but he only had eyes for her. And the groom who blinked in disbelief. His expression could only be described as what the fuck is this guy on? “And my mama always told me to fight for the people you love. I love you and I think you should be with me.”
Another long silence followed. Jyn looked like she was too angry to say anything, but the groom turned to her and jerked a thumb back at him.
“Who’s this guy?” he asked, his tone nonchalant.
“Brandon,” Jyn said, the frustration evident in her voice. “My ex-boyfriend.”
“Oh,” the groom uttered, squinting as though he was trying to recollect a memory. He finally remembered the guy’s name – it was Cassian something. Brandon thought he looked way too calm for the situation. “I think you mentioned him once. Bad breath guy?”
“No, that was Chris. He’s small feet guy.”
Brandon felt a little offended at that. Not only were they completely ignoring him, but they were also insulting him? Had Jyn never talk about him? Did her fiancé really not even know his name?
Sure, he only dated Jyn for about seven months. But he always thought it was something special. How could she dismiss it so easily with a couple of words? Small feet guy.
He was starting to feel stupider by the second, especially as the guests stared at him, chuckling behind their hands.
“Alright, can somebody please get this clown out of here?” the groom asked, looking around.
“I got it,” said a big burly man with a gruff voice, heading towards Brandon. He was pretty sure he didn’t want to be thrown out by this guy so he started backtracking.
“I’m sorry – I’m sorry. It was just a misunderstanding. Sorry.”
He walked backwards, holding up his hands, and when there was enough distance between him and burly guy, he turned around, preparing to run. But… he stopped. Shook his head, telling himself that he shouldn’t. But Jyn still hadn’t said no.
“It’s just,” he said as he turned back around, still holding up his hands in a sign of peace. Jyn’s head snapped back to him, and for a second, he thought she was about to walk down here and strangle him herself. She was very capable of it, he knew.
“What?”
“Well, you didn’t answer.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know, you didn’t say… that you didn’t love me.”
“Oh my god,” Jyn said, looking one second away from exploding. “Brandon, get a hint. I don’t love you. I love Cassian and I’m very happy with Cassian. You can’t just walk in and ruin people’s weddings like that!”
Yeah, he knew that was a bit horrible of him. But he thought, well, for love, it was worth it. Because love always won in the end. And if Jyn felt the same, then it couldn’t be the wrong thing to do, could it?
He was so sure Jyn felt the same. But he could see now the way she and Cassian had looked at each other during the ceremony. They didn’t have eyes for anybody but each other. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her so enthralled with anyone; it almost felt… unlike Jyn to look at someone with stars in her eyes. Like no one else mattered. And though he didn’t know Cassian, the love on his face was plain to see for all. Like he couldn’t imagine a life without her.
Brandon felt like a fool. He hadn’t wanted to see it then and now – he really messed this up, didn’t he?
“I’m sorry,” he said, and this time, he really meant it. It probably mattered little to them now that he’d made a spectacle of their wedding, but he didn’t know what else to say. If he could take it back, he would. “I’m really sorry… I hope you both have a nice life together.”
And before the burly guy could throw him out for real, he left. All the while thinking about the deep emotional connection that Jyn and Cassian seemed to share – and the shocking realization that he never had that.
He hoped he could find a love like that someday. But first, he really needed to be single for a while.
#rebelcaptain#dailyrebelcaptain#therebelcaptainnetwork#my fics#i honestly don't know if people will like this#i don't even know if i like it bc i'm not satisfied with the writing style#but i really wanted to write it bc the idea kept bugging me
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Do you think Kazuomi is actually really serious with his relationship with mc? Because I don't think so and I feel bad since his mc is most likely be more invested in their relationship emotion-wise.... Same goes with Kei too, even though his hasn't overcome his trauma but I think he shouldn't be in a relationship with his mc (cant put it into words). How would you rank them in terms of "serious, emotionly and mentally stable, compatability" since imho only yuzu and his mc are a fit lol
hmmmmmm good question. i have to admit that i haven’t yet played kazu’s s2 fully (but have read his s2 pov and the epis) but the feeling i get from his and his mc’s relationship is that it’s a really fresh relationship which hasn’t yet matured. kazuomi and his mc are a good match in terms of chemistry and compatibility in that they always challenge each other. i did think they were finally getting close in obscura where he finally got to see her ‘real self’ and i was kinda hoping they would drop the whole games thing and really start to get to know each other beyond the banter. and then they kind of went and reversed that development with nudus and season 2. his s2 pov made me realise that at that time, he wasn’t actually in love with his mc, he’s just attracted to her more intensely than he has been with the other women in her life. so he ‘fell’ for her in season 1 but in my opinion it wasn’t really love. and tbh even at the end of his season 2, i think he likes her VERY much but i’m still on the fence as to whether or not it’s love. i think it’s pretty obvious from the way i talk about my favourite voltage moments/characters/couples that i love DEVELOPMENT lol and i just feel like with kazu and his mc, there is a sort of sense of arrested development? one of the big issues in his season 2 imo that i feel didn’t get resolved in his pov (i can’t say about the main route) is that he is confronted with having to change his way of life for the sake of his gf and their relationship and yet every time he chooses to just do things his own way?
edit: rest of the answer placed under cut for season 2 spoilers + length
for kazu, i feel like their relationship will only mature when he’s willing to give up the core aspects of his “selling points” (money/power/games) for his mc and their relationship. i do understand that they’re still pretty early on in their relationship, like it’s just been a matter of months and you don’t get deep with people that easily, but i hope that we do eventually get to see him really change in the future and they can love each other sincerely for who they are underneath all the games and banter. i think that’s why i love his self-pleasure story in otkoi bc we just got to see kazu do stuff that’s so not his style just for her, and then they had a really straightforward and wholesome talk about what’s missing in their relationship without being hidden behind codes and games.
i think they rely so much on the concept of kazuomi as thrilling that we don’t really get to see that many genuine moments with him which i’m a bit sad about, because i love his genuine side the most. even in devians, when he was pretending to be normal, he still orchestrated everything and then the story took it back to that whole concept where the selling point of the route is that kazuomi is really rich and powerful and does huge grand gestures. i don’t mind that bc kazuomi is Extra to his very core but i really miss the REAL kazuomi that we saw in his s1 being all soft for just like... seeing busy and vibrant spaces full of happy people.
insert that magneto “i prefer the real [owner of the] raven [hotel]” meme lmao.
ANYWAY i do think that his occultus second night shows him finally starting to open up a little outside of just like “you’re the only one who can match up to my wits”. i feel like kazuomi showing off with grand gestures and flaunting his wealth and power is kind of his way of coping with the loneliness and trauma of the darkest part of his life, which is why it’s so significant that he lets her into the space where he was at a low point living in that motel before meeting zack. i hope that we get to see kazu really have to sacrifice some of his current core values/priorities for the sake of his mc, and i hope the way he thinks about her changes to become deeper and more mature beyond just like “she can always stand up to my challenges” - basically going from liking and being attracted to her to really loving her.
with kei, i have a lot of mixed feelings about how bdsm is presented. since i’m not a mental health professional, i don’t really want to make any strong comments about what’s healthy or not when dealing with childhood trauma aside from like the idea that therapy is important (although kei himself admits that he’s actively driven away all his therapists). but i agree that he hasn’t overcome his trauma and, like kazu, still hasn’t even after the events of his s2. i haven’t read any of the content after his s2 main story so i can’t speak on what happens when his mc meets his grandparents and such but just based on the way he just peaced out during his s2, it’s evident that his issues manifest through at the very least his phobia of commitment (not even going to comment on the way he acted when her necklace was broken and how she was literally afraid of his reaction and also the way he like... forced her to drink juice? i picked the option where i tried to reject the juice and the fact that he forced me to anyway and she drank it bc she was afraid of him made me really uncomfortable lol). in my opinion, his sexual relationship with his mc is also very much based on his issues with power and control (ostensibly stemming from trauma) and she kind of bends over backwards to not step on his toes when it comes to his control issues. my experience with bdsm is that communication (and aftercare lol) is so important for maintaining a healthy relationship but i just kind of feel like she’s not necessarily an active participant as a sub and doesn’t really know what being a sub entails in a healthy dynamic but rather is just like going along with what he wants bc (1) it’s thrilling maybe? (they really play up the like physical pleasure aspect) and (2) he might be kinda distant if they don’t do it like that? i guess? i don’t really know bc i don’t tend to read his stories bc i’m not like the most comfortable with how they deal with power play.
i do think that the relationship he has with his mc isn’t exactly a balanced and healthy relationship? and i also think that kazuomi’s relationship (that we’ve seen so far) is also kinda unhealthy lol. essentially, with both kazu and kei, i feel like their relationships with their mcs kind of enable (what i perceive to be) the coping mechanism aspects of their personalities.
WITH THAT SAID, i don’t think that people need to be at a fully stable and emotionally mature place to fall in love and start relationships and honestly voltage loves doing the thing where like the mc falls for awful people bc they’re only so mean bc they're so broken and she wants to fix them uwu shinobu narita lmao which personally i don’t like, but it does make for dramatic routes and does set up for future development. it’s still early stages yet in their relationships since i think they’ve only been together for a few months, and they’re definitely still testing the waters. i think we’re being tricked/distracted by all those dramatic climax moments into thinking that their relationship is really serious but tbh they are just barely beginning to actually open up to each other. i just hope that they allow the love interests (and their respective mcs) to mature and develop into healthy people without just throwing out life threatening routes where the relationship dynamic doesn’t necessarily change but it just becomes about newer and grander ways of making big and powerful gestures to save the situation lol. does that make sense? i don’t know if i’m articulating myself well.
but anyway i agree, from season 1 i always though yuzu’s mc was the best out of all of them. and they are the only ones who have a remotely healthy relationship like why is the yuzu the only one who’s actually considerate? sometimes he can be such an obtuse block of wood but that’s just who he is as a person. and when it comes to the important stuff, he’s actually the most willing to change and compromise for his mc. like... the Difference between kazuomi and his mc’s contract scene vs yuzu and his mc’s contract scene is kind of astronomical. even in yuzu’s devians which is like 3 chapters long only, you can see his growth from being an insensitive blockhead to really trying to understand what she needs from their relationship. and just looking at the way that he treats her emotions re: their relationship has evolved from treating it like a beta test where they give each other feedback reports to him embracing her ‘bugs’? that’s growth babey. time for kazuomi and kei to learn some lessons from the only valid masquerader.
#yikes why did i write so much#kazuomi shido#kei soejima#yuzuru shiba#masquerade kiss#mk#voltage inc#otome romance#love 365#snow answers#Anonymous#meta
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