#(laughs in peoples face when theyre chirping)

[starscelly]

cant stop winning the idgaf war

[bettathanyou]

Hii! Could I request a cedric × reader who is also the royal sorceress for another kingdom? Their royal family visit Enchancia and shes shocked when she sees cedric bcs theyre close childhood friends? Just hugs him infront of everyone. She's quite shy so they just spend their days locked up in his room doing magical stuff, except that time someone in the castle insults cedric and she defends him and that tips a confession scene? Plus points if both royal families are out there shipping them! Thankss!!

Omg thank you for the ask!! This is my first one and I feel so honored <3 I love writing Cedric angst so this feels like such a good treat :3 Also since there was no kingdom specified in the fic, I'm keeping it purposefully vague. I figure it would fit better in a y/n fic anyhow. anyways enjoy!!

An Old Friend, A New Lover

Fic request for @acupnoodle

"Are you excited, y/n? We haven't seen our friends in Enchancia for ages!"

Your queen gushed, smiling brightly in excitement. Beside her, the king was staring out of the carriage window soaking up the scenery, and the children next to you were both snoring softly in their seats. Personally, you were more excited to get out of the cramped carriage to stretch your legs.

"Yes, I'm very excited your majesty. The last time I was in Enchancia..." Your sentence hung in the air as distant memories shuffled across your mind; the song birds chirping when pulling an all nighter, reading in the Hexley Hall libraries until you passed out, hearing the seniors plan their yearly pranks on Royal Prep... you exhale slowly, feeling the nostalgia carve a hole into your heart. It felt like forever since you've seen your old magic academy, or any of the people in it.

Suddenly, a face pops up from the hazy mist of memories. A boy with bangs the color of moonlight, striking against his ebony hair.

Cedric.

You feel your heart cry out as his name settles on your tongue. You almost can't believe you've forgotten your own childhood best friend. Your mind reels as you try to claw your way through memories, latching on to the moments you two shared together.

Being painfully shy yourself, along with Cedric being an outcast of his own, you both quickly grew close. You both sat together in every class you shared, worked on projects together, and talked into the long hours of the night about every hope and dream a young sorcerer and sorceress could have. You feel yourself biting back a dopey smile thinking about it, however your burning cheeks give yourself away.

Lost in your reminiscing, a voice cuts through your concentration.

"Y/n?"

You startle at the mention of your name, staring at the queen with owlish eyes as she wears a bemused expression.

"Ah- I'm so sorry, I got lost in thought..." You mumbled shyly, your cheeks tingling from embarrassment.

"Well, I can see that... Care to share?" The queen quirks an eyebrow at you, grinning like a cat.

"Oh, well.... It's a bit of a long story." You chuckle self consciously, rubbing your thighs. You can feel the queens questioning gaze on you, and your anxiety begins to flare up.

"My dear, it's going to be an even longer trip!" The queen laughs, her eyes twinkling. You laugh politely, but still refuse to answer. Seeing you unconvinced, the queen presses you further.

"Tell me, before I swoon from boredom." The queen flutters her eyelids dramatically, fanning herself in jest.

You genuinely laugh this time, which leaves you feeling disarmed. Tentatively, you start to speak.

"Well... I... Had? Have? This friend..." You begin, your voice droning on as you edge closer to your destination.

Time Skip Time!~

The scene is now taking place around sunset. The queen wasn't joking about it being a long trip, lol.

"Announcing the visiting Royals from beyond the continent! We welcome you to Enchancia!" An older man with neatly combed grey hair, spectacles, and black coattails formally greets you all as you step outside of the royal carriage.

You deduce this man to be the castle steward, but can't put a name to the face. All you knew was he was supposed to have an outstanding reputation amongst his peers.

Standing behind the steward were the royal family of Enchancia. Your eyes widen as you take them all in. King Roland's eyes met yours and paid you a kind smile.

Feeling your skin crawl from eye contact, you quickly bow your head and shuffle to the side of the staircase to be out of the way. The two families begin to intermingle- the adults chattering away and the children begin to split off into groups to play.

Your eyes drink in the engagement from a safe distance, happy to be in your own bubble. In your peripheral vision, however, you see a blotch of purple catch your eye.

Turning to get a better look, you see a tall and lanky man appearing in his late thirties in a purple sorcerer's robe, standing idly by the Enchancia castle doors.

His posture was slightly hunched, with his hands tucked away behind his back. His prominent nose and high cheekbones gave him a naturally evoking look, and his cognac eyes drifted in a bored expression. Your eyes travelled upwards to his hair, silvery white bangs framed deliciously against ebony locs.

Dumbfounded, you feel the cogs in your brain short circuit as you realize who that man was. Blood rushed to your ears. You felt your heart catapult from the pit of your stomach right into your throat. You let out a choked noise, struggling to catch your breath. Almost as if being tugged by an invisible rope, you drag your feet along the polished stone of the castle stairs towards the sorcerer.

Cedric didn't notice you immediately, but halfway there he turns to meet your approach. The setting sun catches in his bright brown eyes, transforming them into the richest golden hue that any king would envy.

Taking the suns rays upon Cedric's face as a sign, you continue to put one foot in front of the other. The noise of the royals started to fade, and all that filled your senses was the man standing fixed in front of you.

Cedric, however, looked more and more unsettled as you closed the gap. His eyes betrayed a look of confusion, the once golden light in his eyes clouding over.

His expression made you pause. You feel the tunnel vision lift, and suddenly you're back in reality once again. Despite this, you find yourself still not backing away.

"...Cedric?" You push out, your voice wobbly from nerves.

Cedric blinked, an unreadable look blooming on his face. Your eyes bore into him, silently pleading for any sign of recognition. A beat of silence stretches for miles between you both.

Suddenly, his eyebrows shot up and a gasp left his lips. His gloved hand covers his mouth in shock. Backing away, Cedric leans against the archway of the castle.

"Y/N...? Y-you-..." Cedric's muffled voice stutters in disbelief, his eyes wide.

The wind rushes out of your lungs in sheer relief, and you almost collapse on the spot. Before you could register your own actions, you found yourself buried into purple silk and warm skin. Your arms squeezed Cedric close, inhaling his scent deeply. Burnt citrus, lavender, and the familiar saccharine smell of potion chemicals hits you hard.

You almost cry from happiness.

You slowly feel the man in your grasp shift his arms, and you start to pull away in fear of making him uncomfortable. You remember he wasn't keen on physical touch, at least back then.

"Stupid, you shouldn't hug people randomly!" You curse yourself, trying to ignore the pricks in your heart.

Before completely detaching yourself, however, you feel Cedric's arms pull you in again in a soft embrace. You feel his chest fall with a heavy sigh, his head dipping to rest on your cheek. His hands rest lightly on your back- just enough to be present, but still maintaining a respectful distance. Every inch his skin touched you felt like fire, and for a second you're convinced that this is what magic truly is.

"..You're really back, Y/N? This isn't a dream?" Cedric asks softly, pulling away slightly to look you in the eye. You almost whine in protest, not wanting to break any contact with the sorcerer. Before you could respond, however, King Roland's voice booms from across the entrance.

"Cedric, Y/N! I see you're catching up..." The royal glances between you and his friend, his eyes twinkling in a way you weren't sure you quite liked. You dip your head down bashfully, trying in vain to salvage your composure.

"Yes, it's been quite a long time..." Cedric mutters, a dark look shadowing his features.

"Well, why don't you show her around the castle? I'm sure she'd be interested in your workshop too! You both can practice for the magic show coming up, too." Roland nods in satisfaction, catching Cedric's eye and giving him a quick wink.

"R-Right! Excellent idea, sire. Y/N, would that be okay with you?" Cedric nervously glances over for your approval.

"Ah... I should ask before I go wandering off..." You bite your lip apologetically, your eyes begging for forgiveness from Cedric. You glance over at your king and queen and back to Cedric.

"Oh, of course. I'll wait here for you, then." Cedric gives you a smile, but the disappointment in his voice was poorly masked.

With a nod, you quickly go over to seek permission to be excused.

"Oh my, that's the Cedric you told me about?" The queen spoke in an excited hush, barely containing her giggles.

"Yes, it is." You answer, trying hard to maintain your cool.

"Well then, you shouldn't keep him waiting a second longer! Have fun." The royal gives you a knowing smile, and you flash her a bashful one in return.

Briskly returning to Cedric's side, you tell him you're free to go.

"Excellent. So, would you like the grand tour or shall we skip to the grand finale?" Cedric wiggles his eyebrows at you, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.

"You should know by now, patience is a virtue I've never had." You joke, earning a chuckle from Cedric.

"Of course, how could I forget?" Cedric says lightly, gazing down at you with a smile; however, it doesn't quite match his eyes. You feel as though he was talking to himself moreso to you. Even so, you laugh as you walk alongside him.

You both make your way to Cedric's tower, chatting along the way. Cedric is mostly doing the talking, but being a good listener was always your preferred role anyways. Just hearing his voice made your heart swell with joy. Before you both realized it, you were at Cedric's door.

"Y/N, this is where the magic happens." Cedric burst into a cheeky grin, and you groaned at his lame sorcerer joke.

"You really still say that, Cedric?" You feign annoyance, but secretly love the fact he referenced such an old inside joke between you.

Cedric tutted, cocking a brow. "Well, I thought it was funny. But I suppose everyone's a critic, hmm?" He sniffed, strutting past you to open the door. He tucked himself against the wall, beckoning for you to enter.

"Sorceress's first, Y/N." Cedric dipped his head respectfully.

"Always the gentleman, Ceddy." You coo, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it.

"Y-y-yes. Of course." Cedric coughed into his sleeve, the tips of his ears flushed pink.

You don't comment on Cedric's reaction, instead choosing to quietly tuck it away in the back of your mind.

Entering the workshop, your eyes scan the room. Trinkets, magical artifacts, bottles, potions, and other various magical supplies littered every free inch of counter space.

Cedric always had a haphazard way of organizing, and you couldn't help but smile at the familiar sight.

"Old habits die hard, I suppose..." You murmured, scanning the room once again.

"Did you say something, Y/N?" Cedric questioned, his frame popping up from beside you.

"Oh!" You startle, jumping from the sudden movement.

"Um, I said you have a lovely workshop." You flash Cedric a cheery smile, trying to mask your lie. Well, technically it's not a lie. Besides the questionable organization, there were plenty of things that caught your eye.

"Well, it took years and years of hard work to get it to where it is now." Cedric sighed, his eyes wandering the cramped shelves. You hummed in response, following his gaze across the various items he possessed.

"But, thank you. It's my pride and joy, Y/N. Anything you need, I'm sure I have it." Cedric puffs out his chest confidently.

"And you're welcome for as long as you'd like, of course." The sorcerer added, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

You give him a grateful smile, thanking him.

Both of you were starting to enjoy this trip already.

(Another Time Skip Because This Fic Is Getting Long Enough~)

"Cedric, where did you keep the mugwort tinctures again?" You called down from the stairs, rummaging once again through his herb storages.

"Top shelf, three drawers to the right!" Cedric answered, not sparing a glance from his bubbling beakers.

"It's not there, Cedric. I looked! There's only dried Mullein leaves." You yell, exasperation edging your voice.

"What? How... That's impossible!" Cedric scowled, rising from his seat. With a flick of his wand, the drawer magically opens and the contents gently levitate from the drawer.

With a twirl of the wrist, the dried leaves make their descent from the upper level of the workshop into Cedric's palm. After a minute of inspection, you hear him curse loudly.

"Damn it all, this has to be Cordelia's doing. I've told her multiple times to NOT. touch. My things! I have a process that must not be disturbed!" Cedric glowered at the leaves in his hand, his frustration building with each word.

Placing the Mullein in a heap on his desk, he runs his fingers through his hair as he sighs in resignation.

Seeing his upset state, you gingerly float down from the balcony to comfort your friend. You were shocked to find out that Cordelia and Cedric were still on speaking terms, but that question could be answered at a later time.

"I'm so sorry, Cedric. Is there any way we can get Mugwort from the castle gardens? I'll help you replace whatever Cordelia took." You offer gently, brushing your hand across the sorcerer's back in soothing motions.

"She didn't take them, Y/N. Surprising, I know." Cedric snorted in annoyance, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

Seeing your puzzled look, Cedric continues.

"Sometimes, when Cordy visits she insists on 'helping me' by 'reorganizing' all of my materials. Without permission, I might add!" Cedric crosses his arms, clenching his jaw.

"And she never listens to you when you ask her to stop?" Your question was more of a statement, given you remember her kleptomaniac nature.

Cedric nods silently in agreement, then draws out a long huff of air.

"I know what you're looking for is here, somewhere. She wouldn't steal such a frivolous ingredient. I just have to find it." Cedric's brow furrowed and his lips formed a tight line. He rose from his seat, holding his wand up in the air.

With a flourish of his hand, magical ingredients were flying to and fro in a crazed manner.

"Ah, Cedric...!" You cried out, ducking your head from the incoming projectiles.

"Don't worry, y/n! I'll have this sorted out in a jiffy!" Cedric drawled in a sing song voice.

"I don't doubt it...! But I'm going to take my chances in the garden. I don't have much time left to prepare for the show tonight!"

You spoke quickly, begging for Cedric's understanding in the matter.

"Well, if you insist, my dear! I'll fetch you when I've found the Mugwort!" Cedric shooed you off, fully concentrated on finding his missing ingredient.

Eager to leave, you rush down his tower steps and towards the royal courtyards.

Finally finding your way, you approach the well tended royal gardens of Enchancia. You notice this kingdom spared no expense at the various types of plants that grew here. With a satisfied hum, you expertly scan the ground for your prize.

After about 20 minutes, you're ready to just scrap your entire idea altogether. You sigh loudly once again, sitting on a plush carpet of grass and moss.

The serene sounds of the gardens slowly took the edge off, and with a cool head you decide to give it one last try. You push off your knees, ready to stand and try again. Before you could rise however, you hear giggling coming from your left.

"I know, right? I mean, really, if it weren't for his father being Goodwyn The Great he would never have been a royal sorcerer!" A servant girl chortles with her friend, their voices carrying through the breeze.

You duck below to your previous spot, hoping they didn't see you. You lean closer, trying to overhear their conversation. Were they seriously talking about Cedric?

"I think his sister should've been the royal sorcerer. Have you seen her magic? It's amazing!" The girl sighs dreamily, clutching her hands to her chest.

Your stomach sinks as your suspicion is confirmed. Your body refuses to move from your hiding place, despite your mind's anguished pleas. Anger begins to cloud your vision, and a faint ringing in your ears starts to grow louder by the second.

"Cedric the Great? I think he should just be called Cedric the Second Rate!"

The girls burst into uncontrollable laughter, their high pitched squeals igniting the burning hot anger within you.

Your mind flashes back to the brats at Hexley Hall, and everyone who would turn up their nose at Cedric. The name calling. The pranks. The snide remarks.

The nights where you had to drag Cedric out of bed because he wouldn't move otherwise, wishing he was dead.

You jump up from your hiding place, feeling the blood rush to your skin in a seething rage you haven't felt since those distant memories.

"How dare you both speak like that about Cedric!" You hissed, stomping over to the servant girls.

They turn to you, their mouths forming a shocked "o" in response, eyes bulging from fear. The girl who mocked Cedric a second earlier begins to stutter in response, but you won't allow her another word.

"Don't you dare try to speak now. I heard everything. Both of you are such wretched, awful creatures. The rats that scurry in the castle walls have better manners than both of you combined!"

The girls shrank into themselves, clutching each other's arms at your agitated state. Even though name calling would normally be beneath you, it felt good to give them a dose of their own medicine.

"Neither of you peasants know a word about the man you're talking about. You don't deserve to speak his name, much less mock it."

Your words wavered from your emotions, and your throat already felt hoarse from the foreign feeling of raising your voice. Yet, you found yourself completely unable to stop. It was like you were watching yourself from outside your body.

"Please... Miss Y/N, we were only joking! We didn't mean any harm, I promise!" The girl who called Cedric second rate piped up, her voice pleading for mercy.

"Yes, that's what they all say. It's all fun and games, a little tit for tat." Your hands shoot up in a dismissive wave, then ball up into fists at your side.

"But any good sorceress knows that words hold power."

You grab your wand from its resting place at your hip, it's familiar power singing a siren song to you.

The girls cried out in retaliation, cowering before you. Their piercing wails suddenly bring you back into your body, and you momentarily froze in place. After a beat of hesitation, you hear a voice call out to you.

"Y/N! Stop!"

You turn your head to the sound of your name, seeing purple satin and white hair billowing in the afternoon breeze. Cedric huffs breathlessly, his arms outstretched towards you.

"Cedric?" You echo, your arms falling limp to your side.

The girls scramble to their feet, taking advantage of the distraction. They turn to run, and in response your body twists to capture them. With your wand aimed straight for them, there was no escape. However, a pair of gloved hands capture your wrists in protest.

"Let them go, Y/N." Cedric spoke simply, but you knew he wasn't asking- he was telling you to.

Your eyes don't leave the servants bodies for a second as they run off and turn a corner, successfully escaping your wrath.

Begrudgingly lowering your arm, you avoid Cedric's piercing gaze. His hand still grasps your forearm, squeezing it tightly.

You both stand in silence, searching for the right thing to say. After a beat, Cedric speaks.

"So... It seems you got side tracked." Cedric prompted, his tone unreadable.

"Trust me, I did not intend for it to happen. I happened to overhear those witches cackling about you, and I couldn't just-"

Your words harshly are cut off by Cedric's pointer finger being brought up to your lips. You stare up at him, your anger resurfacing.

"I know. I saw- and heard- enough to piece together what happened." Cedric spoke softly, his eyes unable to fully meet yours.

"And you did nothing?"

You spat, your cheeks lighting up as your emotions rose up to the surface.

"I stopped you, didn't I?"

Cedric snapped back, his brows furrowed deeply in anger as his voice cut through the garden. Falling into silence, all you could do was stare at him as you fought tears that were already welling in your eyes.

"My god, Y/N... I'm not a child anymore. I don't need you harassing a couple servants over petty gossip." Cedric glowered at you, his grip on your forearm tightening even more.

"You're hurting me." You reply weakly, tugging against Cedric's hand.

"You could've hurt them, too." Cedric countered.

"I wasn't going to do anything! Just scare them off!" You protest weakly.

Cedric scoffed, but relented his grip. Slinking away from his tall form, you swat at your wet eyes.

"Well, you certainly did your job. We should go, before anyone else knows what happened." Cedric responded curtly, already turning away from you.

Not budging from your spot, you stare daggers into Cedric's back. Not sensing your presence, Cedric's head peeks over his shoulder.

"Are you coming?" Cedric eyes you wearily, holding his breath.

"How does it not anger you, what those girls said?" You asked, your voice breaking. You bite your lip to keep your chin from wobbling, but the tears from your eyes were now flowing rivers. Your feet were like anchors, holding you to the spot. You couldn't move until Cedric explained himself. However, before Cedric could reply, more words tumble from your lips.

"While you're... Right, we aren't children anymore-" you mumbled, your tongue becoming thick with emotion.

"-It's not as easy as you might think, ignoring those who tarnish the name of the person you loved since childhood."

Your confession felt like a heavy blanket, weighing down the atmosphere of the space around you. Your skin crawled with every second of silence.

Cedric's eyes swirled with complex emotions, slowly processing what you had said.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, Cedric returns to your side. Conjuring a tissue, he tenderly wipes your eyes. You silently beg him to say anything, anything to just break the tension already.

"Do you want to know a trick I learned from another dear friend of mine?" Cedric whispered, his face leaning in close to your own.

You gave a meager hum in response, your eyes locking with his own.

"The only people's opinions I need to care about are my own, and the people whom I love. Anything else is noise that can be drowned out." Cedric's hand moves to peel a stray lock of hair out of your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

"I already know what those girls think. I don't care. And you certainly gave them a piece of your mind too." Cedric chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting in a way that made your reddened cheeks turn scarlet.

"So... Are we okay, then?" You murmur, anxiously bunching your skirts up in your hands.

"I'm afraid after this... I don't think it's best we remain friends." Cedric replied, his voice low and eyes downcast.

Your heart lept into your throat, and only a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees begin to feel weak, but before you could protest any further you find your lips fully occupied by Cedric's.

Your whole body stiffens, completely unaware of how to react. A million questions blitzed in the back of your mind, but slowly the feeling of Cedric's warm lips melted away any worries in that moment.

You closed your eyes gently, matching Cedric's pace of the kiss. Your hand snakes around his neck to bring him in closer, and in turn his hands rest in the small of your back to pull you flush into him. Your whole body hummed in satisfaction, and this moment felt like it was what you waited for your whole life.

After exchanging a few more lingering kisses, you both break apart for air.

Your skin is still buzzing from the kiss, and you cling to Cedric's robes for support.

"Wow... That was...!" You stutter, breathless.

"Magical?" Cedric grinned, taking your hand and rubbing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

You shake your head, a huge grin of your own on your face.

"Even better, I fear." You reply, nuzzling into his chest.

You both stand in each other's embrace, until the realization hits you that you both had a magic show that needed to be done and you still had no Mugwort.

"Cedric-! The magic show!" You cried, your eyes wide with worry.

"I did say I'd come fetch you when I found the Mugwort, didn't I?" Cedric smirked, digging into the sleeve of his robe for your missing ingredient.

"Haha! Cedric, you're simply the best." You hug him tightly, sighing in relief and love for the sorcerer.

"Ready to knock some royal socks off, then?" Cedric asked, his wand at the ready.

"With you by my side? Absolutely." You nod, pulling out your wand in turn.

"Then let's not keep them waiting, hmm?" Cedric offers you his hand, which you take graciously.

"Let's go!" You tug Cedric along, laughing. In this moment, it was just like you two were kids again.

Except this time, neither of you were going anywhere.

[idontevenknowifimahumanornot]

Unused bandaid [chapter 1]

I have this idea in mind where our pov is on the past, like back when mori wasnt the mafia boss. I wanted to self insert my oc as dazai parents.

So bassicly if mori and dazai parent met before mori met dazai,and the parent is a known powerfull ability user in a organization that once lead port mafia and other powerfull organization. i dont know how explain stuff but yeah thats bassicly it xd

Unused Bandaid

Chapter 1 "fuck up organization"

Gunshots, blood, screams and weep. It was really a brutal sceen.

The agency is at a panic, why? There was a report of a group attacking innocent people using a blood manupilation ability.

Kyouka perks up at this, she was bassicly shaking hearing this report. That got almost everyone in this agency worried about her reaction on said report.

It even made the president force ranpo to use his deduction 'ability' to give an answer on why shes acting like this.

"Her parent was killed by a blood manipulation ability" this shock everyone, everyone assume that kyouka parent died in a natural circumstances. So hearing this, dazai created a theory.

"It isnt normal for someone to be passificly killed by a group that contain a ability user, is kyouka parent a important figure in the underground?" Dazai ask.

"Theyre not known, but one of a famous choice of assasins in certant reigen" ranpo answer chewing with his snack.

Everyone almost tense up at this information, never guess kyouka parent is a assasins.

"Maybe we can get information from kyouka?" Atsushi suggest, tone a little hesitated

"Hm...but only if shes willing to talk ahout it" dazai gaze landed on kyouka, already recover from the shock.

"..im okay talking about it if it give us lead on the attacks..but i dont rlly remember it very well..since its when i was young..." she say softly,

"But...but ane-san might know...." continued kyouka, "ane-san?" Yosano ask.

"Its one of port mafia executer" ranpo chirp

"Why her?" Atsushi questioned.

"Because, atsushi-kun. kyouka works under her when she is in the port mafia" dazai answer, he gaze at the president with a knowing gaze

"So..we need to team up with port mafia again?" Kenji ask

"I guess so!~ oh i cant wait to see chuuya once more!" He say with a flattering smile

"Hm.. meeting ends, tommorow ill tell if ougai mori-dono say yes or no" fukuzawa say, dismissing the meeting.

All the member nod and exit the meeting room

13 year in the past

It was quite. If you ignore the screams of the fights outside.

It wasnt unpleasent for mori, it was normal actually.

Well what do you expect when your a underground famous doctor whom many organization wish to requite

The door was slam open, mori looks up unbother by the person barging in.

Stand, bleeding was a person with long dark brown hair with a blonde bangs.

Theyre clothe was a dark blue coat hanging on theyre shoulder, a simple white button up shirts with the sleeve roles up.

A tie was hanging on theyre neck, horribly tie up. Theyre black pant visibly stain with blood.

Theyre hand and neck was covered with bandaid, many looks like it was rip and a gust of wind can make them fell from the person skins.

A bandaid on theyre nose and a cracked glasses with bandaid to support.

'A bandaid waster' mori thinks as he put down his book

"What can i help for you?" The person took an angry steps yet mori still doesnt show any reaction of fear.

The figure stop abrubtly infront of mori, his face is emotionless and theyre brown eyes dangerously analyze mori closely.

They raise theyre legs, showing theyre inner thights, skin was rip and blood still gushing out of it.

There were a visible one bandaid despretly holding the two cuts togheter to hold the river of reds, yet sadly doesnt make a diffrent.

"The bandaid doesnt work" the figure mumble.

Mori cant hold it and laugh at the person

"Your a intresting indeed!" The figure stood there, now face looks dumbfound.

They continue to raise theyre legs and stare at the laughibg mori.

They began to pout, bother by his laughing figure.

The sway of theyre pony tail gave away theyre move, mori quckly swerve and avoid the kick that was falling.

"No violance in my office" mori say, his face completly change. His tone was cold

The person doesnt look guilty the little pout already gone by the second,they continue to stare and mori, who now grinning.

The person cant help as the corner of his mouth lifted,coldy grinning with mori.

"Tsushima yuuko" they tell theyre name, mori grin become wider.

"Ougai mori at your service"

[shatouto]

YOUR BABY VADER IS SO GOOD I NEED TO GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS. please tell me he gets like. a weighted blanket or soft clothes. or! or! or! anakin and obi-wan go to the market because nobody knows that anakin was vader, and anakin gets some nice clothes in pretty colors and theyre very soft and he gets some ingredients for cooking and droid parts to play with and everything is nice and good for him

GOSH thank you!!! aww i love that idea sO MUCH just reading your prompt makes me feel warm fuzzy inside. im not sure which baby vader you’re referring to (because there are so many of them in my wips and i love it) but i’ll assume this is the au ive been writing with @obiwanobi. so pls enjoy this near 2k of tooth-rotting fluff; i took some liberties

who likes sweet things

The clinic smells like bacta, as clinics do. But instead of sterile durasteel walls, the floors are carpeted and the walls are painted and the windows are curtained and everything is multicolored and joyful. Across from Anakin sits a healer - a kindly woman, very small in stature, with large, gentle eyes, wispy hair and pointed ears. She chats happily with Obi-Wan while working in tandem with the medical droid to secure the prosthetic to Anakin’s elbow.

“...disheartening, isn’t it?” She chirps, her three-fingered hands deftly fastening bolts around the cap and manipulating the droid to screw down the simple plating. “I can’t count the number of innocent civilians who have come here to fit a new limb. Just last week, I constructed an entire exoskeleton for this young lady. Poor girl, so young.”

“That is so good of you. I am glad for the young lady to find you. She came to the right place.” Obi-Wan smiles. “Those of us who have some sense all know Healer Saada’s prostheses are of the highest quality in all of Coruscant.”

“Ah, young man. Flattery gets you nowhere. Have you learned nothing as a youngling?” Saada shakes her head at the Jedi, then turns her great eyes to Anakin, ears perking. “And you. You’re a rather quiet boy, aren’t you?”

Anakin presses his lips into a tight, blanched line. This woman may not be a Jedi any longer, but she is not Force-blind. He glances to Obi-Wan, breaths bated.

Obi-Wan rests a hand on his shoulder. “He’s quite shy, Healer Saada. Please do not worry.”

“Oh, poor thing.” The healer hops onto a moving droid. It rolls towards the counter, where she sorts out some bottles while asking, seemingly in an absent-minded manner, “Where did he come from?”

Anakin catches his gaze the moment Obi-Wan looks at him. Obi-Wan parts his lips, as if ready to lie.

“Tatooine,” Anakin mutters.

Astonishment freezes across Obi-Wan’s face, and Anakin turns away. The admission isn’t for her, though he supposes he doesn’t mind her knowing. She’s just a person. She doesn’t even know his name, or what he has done, or what the dead Sith Lord has made Anakin do to earn his demise. Obi-Wan does.

“So far away!” the healer comments lightly, turning around with a soft smile. “What a great trip you must have made.”

“Indeed he did. He lives here now,” Obi-Wan clarifies. Anakin opens his hand, and the healer places a stretchy ball in it. She instructs him to practice squeezing it to get used to the new artificial limb, before sending them off.

They exit the clinic and out under a vast starlit sky. Gentle winds whirl overhead as they climb into their speeder, heading for the usual park where Anakin takes his walk. The night has gotten cold, yet the darkness is unusually diluted. As they pass by downtown, music wafts up alongside the scent of butter and frying oil. Anakin looks down to see a sea of lights over a town square, and colorful awnings draped over kiosks of all sorts. There seem to be many people there, eating, laughing, hand in hand. He eyes them closely, fingers tightening on the side door of the speeder.

“It’s a celebration, Anakin,” Obi-Wan supplies, as they come to a stoplight. Anakin turns around, and his heartbeat ratchets up when Obi-Wan reaches over to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

“What are they celebrating?”

“Harvest season. It’s an old tradition, I’ll give you that. Coruscant barely has a greenhouse on it, let alone agricultural land.” Obi-Wan chuckles, then quiets down into a thoughtful smile. “Though I suppose the election result is as good of an occasion to celebrate as any.”

“Election?” Anakin asks, just as they pass by a great billboard with the face of a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman in a night-purple cape. The speeder is going slow enough for him to decipher the words written beneath it. Obi-Wan keeps saying he’s a fast learner, so he tries to read at every turn. “Chancellor… A-Ame…” He frowns. “Amidala?”

“Very good, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle at him for a second before returning to the path ahead. “Padmé Amidala is the new Chancellor now. It was a rather close call. She is well-loved by many people, but not quite so in the Senate.”

Half of those words mean almost nothing to Anakin. “Why?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan hums. “One could say the Senate hasn’t been loving its people so much, in a while.”

Obi-Wan grows pensive, as he oft does. The faint, warm light from below and the cool starlight from beyond color him in an otherworldly tint. His profile is startlingly delicate, from the slope of his nose to the soft fluff of his whiskers and beard. Even the flutter of his lashes is graceful. Then Anakin remembers he shouldn’t stare. His eyes strays towards the bright lights and jovial music beneath.

“...But I am hardly brave enough for politics,” Obi-Wan muses, after a stretch of silence. When he looks Anakin’s way it is with some tiredness in his small smile. “Say, Anakin. How would you like to stop by the night market, for a change?”

They lower their altitude as soon as Anakin nods his agreement. Obi-Wan parks their speeder, draws up Anakin’s hood, and takes his right hand. Anakin’s synthetic nerves light up, even though it’s only enough transmission for him to feel touch and not warmth, it being a very standard model of prosthetic. His face warms up under the hood of his cloak. He’s glad Obi-Wan doesn’t notice.

They let themselves be carried by the stream of the crowd, of parents jogging after excitable children toddling about with sweetmeats in their hands, sugar on their cheeks; of young couples, one’s arm around the other’s waist, sharing bites of fluffy sweet bread or sips of mulled wine. Light shines golden and amber through bottles of syrup and jars of honey, glitters on the crystal sugar and drizzled glaze on heaps of candies in open boxes. The smell is divine whenever they pass by a warm stall with steam bannering overhead.

Anakin shivers lightly, even though the crowd blocks most of the winds. Obi-Wan tugs at his hand. “Let’s get you something warm.”

He follows Obi-Wan. A paper cup is pressed into his hand, ample and warm against his skin. The drink smells and tastes sweet with a note of toasted bitterness, the texture creamy and rich on his tongue. There are floating white chunks of some sort of confectionery in there.

“What’s this?”

“Hot chocolate.” Obi-Wan raises his identical cup and touches it to Anakin’s. “Do you like it?”

”Yes,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan’s smile warms his belly more than any hot drink.

They continue on their path, still a straight line from one end of the market to another. Anakin’s wide eyes travel from stand to stand: here a string of patchwork puppets, there a counter of carved wooden figures; and perfume vials, colorful figures (“It’s artisan soap, Anakin”), bouquets of everlasting tissue flowers tied in silk ribbons. There are clothes: soft robes in various colors, touted as “warm in winter and breezy in summer,” per the merchants; tunics with blossoming patterns embroidered at the collars or sleeve hems. There are kiosks of datatapes, illustrated by sparkling holograms of a High Republic castle, or a great speeder model, or even some holodrama character whose name Anakin can’t remember.

And then a booth takes his breath away. Glimmering under the light are shelves after shelves of mini household droids, custom-made transmitters, and a variety of artfully wired core processors. Replacement parts bathe in the blue glow of holograms depicting the corresponding droid models; and below all of this is a row of toolboxes of gleaming silver and shiny ivory, even iridescent inlays of mother-of-pearl. The booth seems to be one of a kind in the vast entirety of the market.

Anakin stands, transfixed. His fingers itch, and one of the tools begins to quiver and lift into the air, unbeknownst to the seller who has his back to it. He wants it. The thing will be his.

“Anakin? Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s hushed voice rustles by his ear, jolting him back to his senses.

The tool drops down with a small clang, barely audible in the noises of the festivity. Fear bursts coldly in Anakin’s chest - he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, his Master would be very unhappy if he found out his young foolish apprentice had tried to waste his time playing with droids again. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, bowing his head, even as Obi-Wan squeezes his hand.

“Do you want that?” Obi-Wan asks, softly.

Anakin peeks up. The empty paper cup is still slightly warm in his hand, and he crushes it absentmindedly, tightening and loosening his fingers just to have something to do. “I, uh…”

Obi-Wan’s hand covers his own, gently prying the crushed paper cup out from the curl of his fingers. “I would love to get it for you, if you want it. It’s the toolbox on the bottom shelf, second from the left, isn’t it?”

The light on Obi-Wan’s smile is a honeyed gold, pooling stars into his eyes, and Anakin is transfixed again, not quite by the tinkering booth this time. He looks down as his face warms and his heart still pounds hard, and slowly he nods.

—

They come back to Obi-Wan’s quarters with a small armful: a new set of robes in muted, ashen pink; a box of tools with carved handles that are probably more fancy than they need to be, but still practical enough; a new array of spices and condiments; and a great tin of “absolutely decadent powder for drinking chocolate, Anakin, I can’t believe I let you persuade me into buying this.”

“You are the one who likes sweet things,” Anakin counters, arranging the new addition into their pantry. Obi-Wan laughs aloud by his side.

“Now how could you possibly know that?”

“I cook. I know that.” Anakin shrugs, and admits, “...and Ahsoka said so.”

Obi-Wan’s brows shoot up. He’s quiet for a few seconds, but the wide smile that follows only seems all the more brighter for it. “Best friends now, aren’t you?”

“No,” Anakin huffs and closes the pantry door. He doesn’t say more. Ahsoka gave him her old voicebook plug-in and lent him her comics; in exchange, he would pack her this spicy meat stew whenever she needed to leave for some time. They struck a fair deal, is all.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say more, either. They settle on the couch, Anakin almost rushing to fish out the toolbox from its paper bag. Finally having two hands to work with again, he examines it with zeal. It’s a good set of tools, he knows it; he hasn’t been allowed to touch these things for years, but he still knows. It’s in his blood. He can still wire standard circuit boards for protocol droids (the slightly outdated type) with his eyes closed; can definitely assemble a cleaning-type mouse droid from scratch if he’s allowed to scavenge for parts. He smiles down at the lacquered handles and the durasteel glint, picking up and balancing each microscrew, each hexagonal wrench, each tiny plier.

“...I hope it was enjoyable for you,” Obi-Wan speaks up, all of a sudden.

Anakin turns to him, not bothering to wipe off his smile. “It was.” He chews on the inside of his cheeks. “I’ve never had so many things. Thank you.”

Obi-Wan studies him for a long moment, more intent than he ever did. By the look on his face, Anakin expects him to say many things, but he doesn’t. He just pats Anakin’s elbow, where the prosthetic is joined, and murmurs, “You’re welcome.” His eyes have a moist sheen to them, smiling though he is.

[ticklefits]

noctis for the character asks? 👀

character tickling ask meme!

noctis lucis caelum:

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

oh noctis is absolutely crazy ticklish but ONLY on certain spots and if you do not get to those certain spots in a timely manner to knock his ass to the ground, he WILL retalitate and he will NOT be nice about it whatsoever (:< most of his body is ticklish, but its only a few areas on him that are really gonna get you that uncontrollable belly laughter

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

i definitely think its noctis’s legs / thighs. because of his accident and his limp, his legs dont get touched very often for fear of hurting him, so theres very little immunity there and hes already ticklish there, so take a feather or soft brush, go to town, and see what lovely screechy melodies he lets out 

which spots are they not ticklish?

surprisingly, i dont think his feet are all that sensitive. dudes wearing doc  martin lookin boots like ALL of the time and boots make your feet calloused, especially when you do strenous stuff in them a lot ( i speak from experience ) and since i dont think noctis regularly sees a pedicurist, i’m willing to say hes not all too ticklish on his feet. 

what is their laugh like?

omg SO much softer than you’d think. it’s sweet sounding, almost like bird’s chirp and his voice raises an octave when he laughs, so it’s higher pitched and just. so cute. 

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

definitely depends on the person. noctis is a neutral guy for the most part, i think if the mood was right and the person tickling him was already a lover, it could definitely be used as foreplay and kink. but his dad used to tickle him sometimes, so did cor, and all of the chocobros absolutely have their share of tickle fights, whether theyre dating or not, so theres room for it to be platonic as well. 

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

closer to a lee, but its split in the middle and definitely depends on the person. prompto is the group lee out of the four of them, but noctis is a close second, right behind prompto.

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

prompto, absolutely, and half the time, it’s prompto’s fault LMAO, but sometimes he’ll get a good ambush out of ignis or even gladio, it all depends on timing and how active the other person is when he strikes. 

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

gladio, straight up. resident “tickle monster” out of the four of them and noctis is his favorite victim. having grown up protecting him, he loves that he figured out this little weakness of the prince’s early on, because he’s cut that brat shit out of him more times than he can count, even though, to this day, and even onwards in his 30s, noctis still probably acts like a brat sometimes.

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

not really? if hes being TEASED with the word, while being wrecked with tickles, then there’s probably some embarrassment happening in regards to it. but on a normal day, he’s chill with saying it and being around people who say it

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

hes not so much embarrassed that he is ticklish, as he is embarrassed when he gets tickled because of how loud and high his laughter gets, and how much he squirms around. he will absolutely lie to your face and say he isnt ticklish if you ask him, you will not get this man to admit anything

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

rough tickling, definitely. battle after battle hardens the skin and so does training, so rougher tickles are your friend if you’re trying to get noctis to scream with hysterics. gentler tickling, however, has its advantages, especially if youre his lover (:<!!

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

his back, honestly. hes kind of like a cat in that way; laughing and pleading with you to stop tickling his back, but at the same time, arching up into you and acting like hes trying to “get away” god what a doofus

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

dont tickle his knees, you’ll probably bring some lingering ghost pains and it’ll get painful and sad real quick. but “dont” tickle his hips, because that’s definitely a death spot for him and he will cry 

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

sometimes. noctis doesnt go into lee moods that often, and if he does, he either finds a distraction or just starts teasing gladio, because without asking for it, gladio will usually find a reason to tickle him. ignis doesnt do much tickling unless its by accident or if you really start to irritate him, and trust me, noctis has been on the receiving end of frustrated ignis tickles and that was some of the most intense shit he’s ever dealt with in his life ( spoiler: he goes back for more )

does teasing affect them?

YEAH it really does, but more so in the heat of the act. if you tease him outside of tickling, he’ll tease you back. get flustered, sure, but he’ll try to fight back and that’s the pride of being royalty talking. but yes, he responds well to teasing words, especially if theyre coupled with teasing fingers

[fxlxi]

🌾🌳 🌸🌺🌼 - luther 🌿🌻🌹🌸 - lewis 💫 - luther

Luther

🌾 - hes very attractive, more "handsome" than "beautiful". hes got the kindest eyes and the sweetest smile. hes got these big strong arms thatll hold you so close when you need it the most, and a broad chest thsts so good to rest your head on, and these pretty freckles that you could spend hours counting. hes got such a distinct laugh too, inviting and warm. hes the closest thing to perfection youll see.

🌳 - he relaxes by cooking, or feeding his pets. his pets are some of his most treasured possessions, and looking after them gives him an overwhelming sense of happiness and calm, he likes knowing hes doig a good job at keeping them happy and healthy. hes also in his element when it comes to cooking, and when he wants to relax, he'll probably make food for his mom or his boyfriends, because the best thing to him is seeing their face when he brings them their favourite meal.

🌸 - snakes, frogs, cockroaches, unusual pets: becsuse theyre all cute in his eyes! he likes putting in the effort to look after them too. cooking: it makes all his loved ones happy and calms him down after a tough day. cuddling his boyfriends: he likes feeling protected and wanted/making them feel the same way. working out: it helps him keep in shape enough to handle his bugger snakes, and he knows he can protect his boys if anything bad happens. walking in the woods: because its just so cool, hearing all the animals and scenery.

🌺 - he 100% goes to cuddle the closest boyfriend to him, they always do such a good job at making him feel comforted and secure. if he cant get to them, he watches youtube videos, or if its really bad he might go and get his mom, she understands that sometimes he needs her to comfort him a little, and she doesnt mind.

🌼 - he has his mom and his stepdad. he really appreciates his stedad for stepping up and being a father to him when his bio dad didnt want to. he has all his boyfriends. he met jasper during his first day of school, and they had been best friends ever since, probably closer than most, until they started dating a few years back. he met the others a little while later, and they accepted him and jasper pretty fast. they both grew to realise they really liked the others in a romantic sense too. luther loved everything about them, how strong dallas was despite everything he was dealing with, and loving his sense of humour and their little fake rivalry. he loved allens bravery, whether it was coming out to his family, or trying new things, and he loved when allen would say kind things to him and put up with all his dumb antics whenever they ended up affecting him. he loved ethan for looking after jasper so much despite having to look after himself and his siblings at the same time, and found some of his dumbassery kinda cute. he really appreciated felix's willingness to help out with anything, and his desire to keep everyone comforted and as safe as he could. eventually they confessed their feelings and after a few long conversations everything worked out. he doesnt look for anything specific in a romantic partner, all of his boys are different to each other, he just likes good people.

💫 - my fun fact about him is that his favourite animal is the madagascan hissing cockroach, and that while he is a vegetarian, he knows how to fillet a large amount of fish, and is working on improving his skills with cooking meat for his family and boyfriends.

Lewis

🌿 - he shows he cares by being there in little ways. he knows not everyone wants to just sit down and talk about their feelings, sometimes they just dont want to with him, and he understands that. hes always there to offer hugs and kisses (to appropriate parties) if they need them. if one of oscars boys needs him because they're upset, he gets him for them. he buys someones favourite snack for them, just to show he remembers what it is. he'll spend hours listening to someone talk about their favourite thing, even if its not something hes particularly into.

🌻 - he notices the way oscars ears wiggle when hes excited or happy to see his boyfriends. he notices how while chris and jamie talk to the boys in weird ways, they all understand each other and the love that they have for one another is really apparent in its own way. he likes when michaels feeling more confident than usual and it shows. he appreciates it when chandler and peter get together and cook for hours until the house smells like the most amazing cooking, and then they invite their boyfriends over and everyones talking and eating and just having a good time. he appreciates a lot about life, especially after going through a lot of tough times, everything just seems a little sweeter to him.

🌹 - he feels most at home in his current home. its where most of his favourite memories were made. hes had christmases there, big meals with the people he loved cooked by his besutifuk husband, the first time they ever introduced oscar to his new home and the kid ran around exploring everything. he loves looking at the little dent in the wall that oscars horns left behind when he got to excited and accidentally head butted it. he likes that he worked so hard to get such a nice place, and that its his forever and hes built such a happy life there.

🌸 - his boyfriends and his husband: theyd been friends for so long, and he loves them all to bits. his son: oscar makes him really proud, even when hes escorted home by pigs for vandalising their cars (if anything that makes him more proud). he loves cats, and dogs, especially michael and peters, and lucky. he loves chris and jamies sons, theyre all really great boys who are all trying their best. he loves summer days, and long walks in the park just listening to birds chirping. he loves home cooked meals! he loves programming, even if it can get tedious when hes doing a long job. he loves video games because its how he met some of the best people in his life. he loves reading too, books calm him down after a long hard day.

[bibliomint]

Headcanons; Nagakura Shinpachi

Things are wild dating him

Sometimes unpredictably so

Consider: food fights

Not in the sense y’all are throwing food around

But you're stealing food from the other and having this wild chopstick battle

Everyone’s watching you like

“who invited these children”

Also?? Makes stupid anniversaries

“Dude I can't believe you forgot about my little toe’s birthday smh what a friend you are”

“?????”

Has definitely forgotten to knock before walking into your room

Once you had the door almost all the way closed but not quite and you were getting changed

And he was like “well the door isn’t closed all the way I’m sure its fine”

And he walked in

And immediately turned and walked right back out

His face was very very red and he couldn’t look at you right for a week

It’s so easy to make him flustered???

You literally just have to look at him and smile a little and he’s g o n e

Likes to hold your hand and play with your fingers

“You good? You’re staring off into space”

“I was thinking how much softer and smaller your hands are. is cute”

oh

Some people at first glance might think y’all are related just from how close you are

But no he’s just really easy to get along with

usually

Sometimes fights with you?

He’s just very passionate and has strong opinions and Does Not Hesitate to voice them

It can sometimes get him in trouble

If he doesn’t tell you what he’s thinking......

Something’s very very wrong

“Ok be honest does this make me look fat”

“......”

“??”

He’s stuck in this eternal loop of not wanting to make you angry but also sticking to his morals

Don't ask him if it makes you look fat

Can't lie to you?? Ever??? Is actually incapable of it

Would rather just leave out information instead

Overenthusiastic!!! About!!! Everything!!!

“lOOK AT THIS PUPPY OH MY GODS--”

“It’s a statue”

“Yeah yeah bUT LOOK AT IT”

“...”

“iT’S WEARING A BOW TIE!!!!!”

Talking for hours over nothing in particular

Getting nostalgic over memories shared

“Remember that time you took me to go see the fireworks?”

“yES and we got dango!! You dropped your first one and almost cried”

“liSTEN it was traumatic ok”

Ok ok but consider:

Laying on the futon together, his arm under your head

Summer bugs chirping outside

The moon painting the room in a soft glow via the window

Talking about what you want in the future

Relieving past moments in life

Soft laughs as you try not to wake up everyone else but thAT WAS FUNNY OK

Soft laughs turn into snorts and then y’all are laughing harder because?? things are twice as funny when you’re not allowed to laugh

He’s really bad at keeping secrets

He’s a little better than Heisuke but honestly??

not really

Impatient for everything

“I know this is for your birthday in a week but I couldn't wait I wanted you to have it now”

Will vent to you all of the time

You don't always have to listen

But he really likes it when you agree with him or at least have a solid opinion!

“Broccoli is gross ok fite me”

So freaking oblivious to everything

pls spell things out clearly for this boi

Fumbles with anything sexual

Like he tries to play it off that he knows what he’s doing

But really?? only has small idea of what to do or what’s going on

Not really that into PDA when others are around

Like he likes it but probably won't initiate it

One kiss to his cheek has him so far gone in embarrassment but also JOY BECAUSE!!!! YOU KISSED HIM!!! oMG!!! BEST DAY EVER??!!!

Super blushy but also won't shut up about it

Sano tolerated it for a while but after the 10th time of “oh my gods theyre so cUTE” he threw a mug at him

It was empty but still

Gets drunk a lot but pretends like he’s not???

Boi you aint foolin nobody

Pushes himself too hard all the time???

S t o p  I t 

You caught him flailing his sword late at night and when he basically collapsed to the ground you draped this towel over his head to like dry off

and I kid you not he s c r e a m e d

“wHERE DID YOU COME FROM HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE I SWEAR TO GOD MY SOUL HAS LEFT ME”

“I’ve been here ten seconds stop screaming you’re gonna wake the entire compound”

Endearing Boi™ pls love

[mrsimoshen]

I’m Your Private Dancer

Title: I’m Your Private Dancer

Link: I'm Your Private Dancer on AO3

Square filled: Human Cas

Ship: Castiel/Michael

Rating: Mature

Tags: Human AU, human!Cas, human!michael, Prostitution/male escort Cas, Client Michael, Lingerie, Anal Plug, implied cross-dressing, Anal Sex

Summary: Male escort Castiel meets a client. 

Word count: 2738

created for @spnkinkbingo

tagging: @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​, @silvaxus, @blakechaos08, @princerusso, @masterpieceofturkeycleverness   @ajcza​, @buggre-alle-thisss-ineffability​, @brieflymaximumprincess​, @captain-winchester-27​

Fic below the cut:

All the men come in these places And the men are all the same You don't look at their faces And you don't ask their names You don't think of them as human You don't think of them at all You keep your mind on the money Keeping your eyes on the wall

  Castiel Novak snorts as Tina’s voice croons on. He’s always thought the dancer in that song was a metaphor for something else, but it’s a bit of an irony that this song would come up on the radio just as he’s getting ready for an appointment.

Unlike the narrator of the song, however, Castiel doesn’t keep his clients at arm’s length. He knows the name of each, knows their faces, their voices, just as he knows the preferences of every man he regularly meets. Of course, it’s about the money – Castiel would be lying if he claimed otherwise, and he’s many things, but not a liar – but if he didn’t enjoy what he does, he would have chosen a different career path a long time ago.

Today, he’s wearing silky thigh-highs and a garter belt along with a pair of low-cut panties and a slinky camisole, all in darkest black with green lace accents. His client likes it when he can easily slide into him, so Cas took care in opening himself up earlier, and now he can feel the familiar weight of the glass plug in his hole. He’s half-hard from all that, and will probably remain so all throughout the evening, but his client enjoys that, too.

Cas hums along to the refrain as he carefully applies just a bit of make-up. It’s very subtle, almost unnoticeable to anyone who doesn’t know the trick, but it makes his eyes appear larger, their blue more intense. It’s not really necessary for the client he’s meeting, but it’s a habit, and he likes the effect.

Make-up done, Castiel gets up – shivering a bit as the weight of the plug inside him makes itself known again and silk brushes against his skin – and walks to his cupboard to select this evening’s wardrobe.

He has a wide range of choice, there – the jeans and shirts he prefers for when he doesn’t work, tailored suits and leather pants and jackets, fine loafers and heavy biker boots, even a few dresses for one particular client he’s since stopped seeing. Throwing the dresses out seemed wasteful, however, so Castiel carefully stored them in their bags and let them live in his cupboard.

Today, he picks out a suit he knows is a favorite of his client. “It brings out your eyes,” he’s always told, and since it’s surprisingly comfortable (which really should be expected, it was made-to-measure and cost a pretty penny, it should be comfortable), Castiel enjoys wearing it, too.

Suit put on and shoes set to the side, Cas stretches out on his couch and lets himself day-dream about how the evening might progress.

His clients all treat him well, mutual respect the most important aspect of the whole deal – if Cas feels disrespected as a human being once because of the service he provides, people find themselves permanently removed from his client list fast. And Castiel also has the connections to ruin a person’s life in interesting ways.

The man he’s meeting today has a taste for European food, the authentic version and not the Americanized deal, but it’s anyone’s guess what nation’s cuisine he’ll be treated to tonight. What they’ll do after that… well, Castiel is horny, so he hopes he’ll be taken to his client’s home after and get fucked a few times, but it’s equally likely his lover for the night will take him to some art show or concert or even the movies after dinner. It’s all happened before. (Castiel’s favorite memory is the time this particular man fucked him, slow and intimate, in a VIP box at the opera where, in theory, anyone who looked into the shadows of their box could have seen them. He spent almost the whole opera on his lover’s cock, and that night was spectacular, once they were in the privacy of his client’s home.)

But he knows the man’s tastes in that area, too, and there’s no opera shown tonight that might catch his fancy. He’s not quite as up-to-date on the movies, and there’s always an art gallery somewhere who’s having a show.

Cas smiles as his phone gives a quiet chirp to alert him to an incoming text message. None of his clients know his actual address, they just know the address of the private, guarded parking lot where he habitually leaves his car. He needs ten minutes from his apartment to that parking lot, and he’s told his clients to inform him when they’ve arrived. Those ten minutes waiting sometimes yield... interesting results.

I’m here, darling.

Castiel slips his shoes on and grabs his keys, phone, wallet, and coat. It’s cold outside, it’s only February, so he adds his favorite scarf to the ensemble and leaves his apartment.

 His client’s car is idling in its spot when Castiel opens the door and slides into the passenger seat, and he’s very glad about the warmth enveloping him.

“Hello, Michael.”

“Hello, Castiel,” his client returns with a warm smile and leans over the stick shift and hand brake to greet him with a soft brush of lips on lips. Castiel smiles and angles his head into the soft kiss. Michael is one of the affectionate clients, and Castiel likes the gentle touches an evening with Michael always includes. It feels a little as if they’re truly a couple out on a date night.

Michael waits until Castiel has put on his seat belt before pulling out into the traffic. He’s one of those drivers in whose car Castiel thinks he could actually fall asleep if the distance was long enough. He’s not usually one for sleeping in anyone’s car, an accident that cost him a childhood friend having left a deep impression, but Michael is calm and controlled in everything he does (unless he’s fucking Castiel in the privacy of his own bed. Then, there’s only wild passion in him.) and he always weaves through traffic so smoothly Castiel never felt anything but safe in his car.

“Where are we going?”

“Wait and see, darling,” Michael chuckles and makes a turn. “I do hope you enjoy tapas.”

Cas does, especially if they’re served in a small restaurant that looks as if it was imported from Spain, beams, stones and furniture. There are large pieces of jamón serrano hanging from the ceiling, the Spanish music in the background is just low enough to not interrupt a conversation but lend a certain ambience to the whole restaurant, and the food is perfect. Castiel enjoys every bite he’s served, enjoys the sour wine that he’d usually never pick (he has a sweet tooth when it comes to wine) but that fits perfectly with the dishes they’re served.

Michael, who sticks to sparkling water, takes a single sip on Castiel’s insistence and agrees with him with a smile, licking his lips. “It does compliment the food very well,” he hums. Castiel shivers a little at the tone of voice.

Michael surprises him by driving to his own apartment after dinner. When he notices Cas’ questioning look, he grins.

“I thought we could watch a movie at my place,” he murmurs, using an upcoming red light to stroke a hand up Castiel’s leg slowly. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got beneath that suit for me today, darling.”

Castiel shivers a little and lets his legs fall a little wider with a smile.

“Would you like to guess?” he invites, and Michael laughs and pulls his hand back as the light changes to green.

“Let me fantasize a moment longer.”

 Michael’s apartment is in one of the more expensive parts of town, and Castiel has enough information about his lover of the night to know that Michael works for a high-end law firm and comes from a rich family background. Castiel himself is rather expensive, and he knows from experience Michael has a taste for the finer things in life. Which is probably a compliment in itself.

“Get comfortable,” Michael invites him with a smile, taking Castiel’s coat to hang it up neatly. “Would you like a drink, or coffee?”

“Coffee, please,” Castiel requests with a smile. He wanders further into the apartment as Michael goes to convince his high-end coffee machine to produce the dark liquid and decides to be just a bit of a tease. He leaves his shoes neatly by the living room doorway, then drops his tie on the way to the couch. By the time he’s stretched out on the ridiculously comfortable piece of furniture, his shirt is unbuttoned just enough so that a teasing hint of green lace is visible against his skin.

Michael doesn’t notice at first, concentrating on the coffee cups in his hands, but when he sits down and hands Castiel his coffee, his eyes widen.

“Oh, you little tease,” he breathes with a grin. Castiel laughs and sips his coffee.

“Now, I would be a tease if I didn’t plan to deliver,” he corrects calmly. “I very much intend to deliver, dear Michael.”

“I very much appreciate that,” Michael sinks down onto the couch himself, close enough to Castiel he can feel the other man’s body warmth. “Any preference on the movie?”

Castiel glances over Michael’s pre-selection and decides on one he’s already seen but could stand to watch a second time. He’s guessing they won’t see the end of the movie, not if he starts seducing Michael as soon as they have emptied their coffee mugs. Michael always lets Castiel make the first move, always lets Castiel decide how far they go, and Castiel appreciates it. (Once, he’d told Michael to ravish him, make him forget everything around them. He’s definitely going to do that again someday, because that night ranks top amongst those he’ll never forget.)

For now, he’s content to lean against Michael’s side and sip his coffee as they watch the beginning of the movie. It’s really good coffee, and Michael knows by now how Castiel prefers his, and so it’s not to be rushed but savored.

Half an hour into the movie, Castiel finally sets his empty mug down on the coffee table next to Michael’s and stretches before turning to Michael. He softly brushes his mouth over Michael’s, flicks his tongue out just a little bit, and Michael sighs and cups his face, pulls him into a deeper kiss.

They take their time, kisses turning deeper and hungrier slowly. Castiel ends up straddling Michael’s legs, almost in his lap as they kiss. Michael groans when Castiel leans back to further unbutton his shirt, revealing more of the black silk and green lace beneath.

“Touch me,” he invites in a rough whisper, and Michael’s hands almost fly to his sides, stroke up over black silk reverently.

“Get rid of the shirt,” Michael murmurs, his eyes on the way his hands look on the silk. Castiel laughs and complies, and then gasps when gentle fingers rub and tease at one of his nipples through the material. Michael alternates between stroking soft silk and rougher lace over the sensitive nub until Castiel is biting his lower lip and breathing noticeably faster.

“I want to see you,” Michael murmurs, finally showing mercy on the nipple he was playing with. Permission to touch given, he’s slipping back into the dominant role he usually prefers when they meet. Castiel smiles and slides off his lap, taking a few steps back to let Michael see all of him. He takes his time undoing his belt, the button on his pants and the zipper, and when he finally lets the garment fall, Michael moans and presses a hand against his own crotch.

“Like what you see?” Castiel purrs, slowly walking back towards his lover for the night. “I chose the green just for you.”

“Oh, I very much like what I see,” Michael breathes, looking Castiel up and down slowly. “Damn, you’re pretty, darling.”

“Why, thank you, Michael,” Castiel purrs, slowly climbing back up onto the couch and into Michael’s lap. Michael shivers and strokes up his thighs. He makes a low sound when he notices Castiel wears the panties over the garter belt – meaning he can take them off and leave belt and stockings in place.

“Very nice,” he murmurs, stroking up underneath the camisole. “You’re spoiling me, Castiel.”

Castiel laughs quietly and raises his arms to let Michael strip the camisole from him. He moans as Michael leans forward to lick and suck at the nipple he’d neglected before, buries his hands in Michael’s dark hair. “Oh…”

“Always so sensitive for me,” Michael hums and blows cool air over wet skin. Castiel shivers and watches Michael’s eyes darken further. “Bedroom.”

They end up leaving a trail of Michael’s clothes from the couch to the bed, and Castiel ends up on his back on the sheets, Michael on his hands and knees above him. His lover looks him up and down hungrily before kissing him again, harder and deeper this time until Castiel is out of breath and clinging to the soft cotton.

Michael peels him out of the panties with teasing touches, then spends a few minutes licking at Castiel’s hard cock before reaching to the bedside table for the lube. Cas pulls his knees up and bares himself, clenches down on the glass plug inside him with a low moan and his eyes on the impressive erection between Michael’s legs. Michael groans at seeing the glass between his cheeks.

“How open are you, darling?”

“Enough you can slide right in,” Cas promises huskily and then moans when Michael lightly tugs on the plug, pulling it out a little before letting it slide back in. He keeps doing it until Cas is moaning and begging for him to please, please fuck him, and Cas nearly sobs in relief when the plug gets pulled free finally and he hears the distinct sound of a condom wrapper being opened.

Michael’s cock pushing into him has him whine in need, because no matter how nice a glass plug is, it will never come close to an actual cock in Castiel’s opinion, and Michael is big enough to stretch him a little even after wearing the plug for hours.

His lover of the night is also a man of infinite patience, so the first slide in is slow and gentle, until Michael is as deep as he can get and Castiel is panting and moaning, feeling so damn full. “Please, move,” he gasps out, and Michael chuckles and complies, guiding Cas’ legs up around his hips before starting to roll his hips, slow and gentle and just enough to drive Cas slowly but surely mad.

He’s begging in a constant, breathless stream of words by the time Michael takes pity on him and starts moving faster and harder, and Castiel nearly screams when a hand wraps around his cock and starts stroking him in time with the thrusts into him.

Michael’s cock rubs insistently over his prostate, and Cas lasts only a handful of thrusts more before arching his back and shouting, covering Michael’s hand and his own belly with his release. Michael groans deep and low as Castiel’s hole clenches down on him hard but keeps fucking Castiel until he sinks back into the mattress. Only then does his lover let go himself, coming with a few more hard thrusts into Castiel’s twitching hole.

Cas pants and watches as Michael does the same. In a moment, his green-eyed lover of the night will pull out and get rid of the condom, and there’ll be sparkly water fresh from the fridge for him and a warm, wet washcloth to clean up with. Michael will curl up around him for a while and they’ll talk about whatever comes to mind, and maybe, they’ll have sex again if the mood strikes them.

In the morning, there will be a white envelope with the sum Michael owes him in cash, and Castiel will return to his own apartment and shower, and in a few days, he’ll get ready for the next appointment.

 Yes, Cas is a private dancer, but he likes dancing to his own tune.

[thedistantstorm]

Phoenix Protocol 08

Zavala x Awoken Female Warlock | Mid/Post Forsaken | Slowburn | Gratuitous Descriptions of Light | Self-Confidence/Self-Worth Issues | Redemption | Trigger Warning:Self-Harm(canonical in nature)

When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

Previously

Her feet shift before she strikes. A gleaming sword burns through the air, sluicing droplets of water on their expedition earthbound, her blade the most perfect extension of self. No sound of breath, no shift of robes gives her away.

Instead, it is the deadly sound of metal parting the air that draws him away from quiet conversation with his Ghost. Her swordplay does not sing like the conventional kind he's both watched and faced in the Crucible; It is old, an art form long forgotten, from the remnants of a people whose scattered survivors had been assimilated into the conglomerate of people gathered under the Traveler's might.

He does not realize he's staring until his Ghost repeats herself for what he swears is (at most) the third time but she insists is the fifth or sixth.

“You're not listening,” She says. His eyes dart to her narrowed, almost pouting optic, then are torn back as the Guardian before lunges almost theatrically, poised and graceful before dropping back, sliding her sword against her chest and then sheathing it with a reverence that seems long forgotten in this day and age. “Za-va-laaa,” She whines, her voice small and quiet but shrill enough to draw his attention. “I have to give an answer to Amanda. Are you approving her order or not?”

Blue eyes blink at her, and she can see the cogs turning in his mind. He has no idea what she's asking him. “Yes,” He says, “Fine.”

White cones twitch in a silent laugh. “You just approved her refit and upgrade order totalling just over three hundred million glimmer.” He inhales sharply, eyes sparking like an arc grenade as realization crosses his features. She continues in her youthful tone. “You sure about that, Z?”

“Perhaps it would be... best, if we schedule a meeting to discuss what exactly she requires.

She chirps around another bout of laughter, audible this time. “Yeah, maybe. I'll talk to Amanda and set it up for you, since you seem pretty… whats the word? Enthralled.”

He narrows his eyes at her, their partnership too old to make him flustered over the taunt, though he clicks his tongue at her by way of reply (a sign she's somewhat unsettled him with her observation). With a final peal of laughter and a tiny, affectionate bonk of her cones against his forehead, she disappears from sight.

With his Ghost gone, he's helpless to watch as she moves through several sets of stances. During her final set, her sword glows the color of sunrise, and he feels her Light set ablaze. It's like a comet, like stars meeting their end - lonely and bright.

He finds his eyes drawn to the tensing of her hands, the way they grasp the hilt of her sword tighter than before, notices the tensing of her shoulders. It's hurting her; her own latent abilities fighting her as if she’d become their enemy.

“Miyu, stop!” Her Ghost is a beacon of concern. He cries, “Drop it!”

But, she doesn’t. Instead the Warlock shakes her head, anger and resentment blanketing her features. Her lips move, but Zavala can't hear the words. Regardless, he's compelled forward by a fellow Guardian in need.

Strong arms come around her, his chest solid against her back. “Let go,” Zavala urges quietly into her ear. “Miyu, let go.”

Still, she shakes her head. His hands cover hers, and hears him hiss when the flames lick his skin, but he does not move away, his fingers prying hers from around the flaming sword. It scorches the ground when it finally drops from their combined grip, leaving her staring down at large hands, enveloping her own.

They’re burned...

...like hers.

Her knees shake when it hits her; the damage she's inflicted upon him washing over her with the subtlety of a tsunami. “I'm sorry,” She apologies. “I'm so sorry.”

When her legs give, he follows her down, arms caged around her, mindful of their still entwined hands. Sobs wreck her petite frame with the force of an earthquake, her eyes still wide with terror, examining the damage she's inflicted to the one person willing to help her.

“Miyu,” He rumbles, pulling her back against his chest. “It's alright. I'm fine.”

She's still shaking her head in the negative when her healing rift unfurls beneath them like a pocket of sunlight.

There is something intimate about being so close to a fellow Guardian’s Light. Teaching is a practical application, and he is a man built on control. But there is no denying the heady prickle - gooseflesh from the back of his neck down, a coiling deep in his core - that comes with being exposed to the pinnacle of another’s l

Light.

He watches as her Light rectifies the damage to his hands in seconds, but takes far longer to heal her own. There is no doubt of the power behind her Light; it has been forged with great care. It is strong.

Where the pure Solar energy that consumed her blade and their hands was volatile and angry, the rift is soft and warm: more reflective of the woman trembling against him.

“Easy,” He tells her, when she scrambles to move. He can feel her fingers twitching insistently under his own; the damage done to them not really healed, at least not all the way. “Relax,” He chides. “I promise, it is alright. I'm not angry with you.”

Her Ghost gives him a very serious gaze over the top of her head. “Yu-mi, let me see,” The small being requests. “Maybe I can help.”

Zavala lifts their joined hands, tilting hers out for her Ghost's inspection. Miyu continues to cry, looking away. “You know you can't,” She says to him.

The Commander frowns.

“It doesn't mean I won't try,” Her Ghost says, by way of reply.

The beams of light do little more than warm her palms and illuminate the agitated aura swirling beneath her fingertips. Her fingers look healed. But the misfiring of the nerves tell him otherwise.

His own Ghost appears a moment later, a shimmer of Light and a beyond curious tilt of her cones not drawing any attention but that of her Guardian. He always sensed her easily. It came with time, with a strong bond.

“Adelaide,” He calls, tone rough like gravel, “Scan her hands.”

His usually cheery partner does so quietly, her cones drifting apart with both analysis and a flood of Light. The woman in his arms stills, watching the white-shelled Ghost work.

“Zavala, I… I'm sorry,” Adelaide says, quietly. Her shell twitches downward in sympathy when nothing happens. “I tried.”

The Commander nods. Miyu attempts to rise again, but without success.

“Let me go,” The dark-haired warrior requests, “Please.”

He makes a sound like he's thinking. Instead of answering her, or letting go, he asks, “How long does it last, afterward?”

“It will be fine by tonight.” Zavala watches her Ghost. His cones flinch at the scrutiny swivels in a silent negative.

Frowning, he queries, “And what will you do, until then?”

She shrugs. Her Ghost feints downward, optic narrowing darkly.

“Perhaps... attempt resurrection?”

The Warlock inhales sharply. Zavala figures it to be a confirmation.

His sigh pushes him further against her back. “Will it fix the damage?”

“Some of it.”

“I would not dare to think I know what you are feeling,” Zavala says, hands releasing hers, but resting on her shoulders. Both Ghosts watch him, concerned, scrutinous. “But perhaps tonight you should not.”

“Then what?” She turns to look at him through heavy lashes. Her moonlit gaze is limned in red, her cheeks darkened with evidence of her tears. Her aura nips beneath her skin like a spring coiled tight. “Tell me,” She pleads in a demanding whisper. “What do I do?”

The physical damage to this woman is minimal, in terms of what they endure regularly. It is nothing for her to suffer this damage on repeat. They are Guardians. It is what they do. And yet, he feels something inside him  He does not need some supernatural empathy to feel her soul crying as if it's being torn apart.

One palm moves from her shoulder to cup the back of her head, guide it to his chest. “It might be best if you allowed yourself to…” He pauses, trying to parse the proper word. “Grieve.”

She bolts from his grasp, quick, slippery, almost like lightning. She rises, eyebrows dipping. Enraged.  “Grieve?” She takes a deep breath, though it's more like a gasp than anything else. More than anger, it's panic.

“You think I'm a lost cause,” She accuses. “Don't you?” Her eyes dart to and fro between his similarly luminous irises.

He returns to his feet as well, hands our in a non-threatening gesture. “No, no, Miyu-”

“I thought you would understand,” She says, and it's more to herself than anything else. She flinches back when he inhales to speak, dipping into a low, formal bow out of habit for the version of herself seen dead centuries ago. “Thank you for-”

“Miyu-”

She won't look him in the eye, her downcast irises illuminating fresh tears on her face. “... I'm sorry to waste your afternoon.”

He takes a step forward and she bolts, so distraught she leaves her Ghost no alternative but to transmat her sword and follow.

[caprimexican]

the feeling of being alive

you that feeling when you feel truly alive? im sure you know what i mean. when the sun is shining on your face and the wind is blowing through your hair. impromptu photoshoots with your best friend. watching leaves fall in the autumn. seeing rainbows after a bad storm. laughing until youre crying and your sides hurt and youre not even making any noise. feeling rain drop on your head and the smell of the earth. seeing snowflakes on your lashes and in your hair. casually roasting your sibling or best friend. watching musicals. driving with the windows down and music blasting, singing at the top of your lungs. stargazing on clear bright nights, a breeze rustling the trees. stolen kisses with the love of your life in the dark. hugs from people who notice how sad you seem. someone remembering the little things about you. drinking coffee in the morning. hearing birds chirp early in the morning. hearing the owls late at night. seeing flowers grow where it should be impossible. having deep conversations at 2 in the morning. hearing the purr of a kitten. watching the sunrise. watching the sunset. unplanned dates with your favorite person. singing awfully but not caring because its your favorite song. watching your favorite show. seeing that one person for the first time in a long time. finishing a book. smelling the pages of an old book. opening that package that youve been waiting for. drinking tea late at night with your dog cuddling with you. being in love. seeing someone light up when theyre talking about the thing that they love. damn. thats feeling alive.

[polar-stars]

✂️ Tori/Suzume (This one was way too perfect), (I couldn’t find the emoji for this one, but it’s the your muse finds mine injured) Hibiki/Akio and ☁️ Nana/Hiroshi

Alright then! I hope I won’t mess up and that you’ll enjoy them ;w;

Tori/Suzume - Our muses discover to have a common enemy/rival…and decide to collaborate

There are many things that are just quite frankly impossible. Like staying alive when falling into a pit of lava, traveling at the speed of light, walk on water or having Tori Isshiki and Ichiro Eizan in the same room and somehow maintaining peace. 

All it took was them merely having eye contact and already they were at each other’s throats. To some amusing, to some tiring but certainly not in anyway peaceful. 

“Your presence sickens me!”

“Great to know that we’re on equal terms!”

“Just go to hell, Isshiki!” With that her number one enemy stormed out of the room, while she huffed in annoyance and sat down. How could one human being just consist out of so many irritating traits? No word came even close to describe the immense hatred Tori held for her fellow Elite Ten member.

While already planning her insults for their next banter which could pretty much happen any time if she was being honest, suddenly a girl was sitting next to her. She had long, wild blonde her, purple eyes, a red fan in her hands and a friendly grin on her lips. “Heya!” She said, 

With a little bit of surprise in her eyes, Tori turned to the girl and pulled up an eyebrow. “Uhm…Good Day?” The girl immediately held out her hand and laughed. “Hojo Suzume! Sorry, for just sitting next to you out of the sudden. If you want to be alone, I will leave. However…” Her laughter faded but she was still smiling. “I just couldn’t help it as I saw that we seem to have a similar problem.” She leaned a little bit towards Tori, like she was exchanging top-secret information. “An Eizan-problem.” 

Still a little unsure what to think about this girl, Tori still decided to shake the hand and introduce herself. “Nice to meet you, Hojo-san. My name is Isshiki Tori.” She then tilted her head a little. “And I would appreciate it if you would be a little more precise.” 

Suzume chuckled at this before announcing. “Watch this.”

She turned her head away and chirped in a lot more louder voice. “Oooh, Four-Eyeees~” 

On the other side of the room a person that was, much to her displeasure, familiar to Tori looked up from his mobile phone, eyes glaring and face dived in shadows. “Fuck off.” Was the mere response that Suzume got.

Suzume began to laugh again. “Right back at you, Eizan! Just wanted to ask how your day was so far? Been nauseating as always? Or did it finally dawn to you that you’re literally everything wrong with the world?” 

Once again Shigeo Eizan looked up. Now even more annoyed. “Hojo, why don’t you just do us all a favor and just die already?” 

Suzume turned back to Tori. “Isn’t he just charming?” 

Tori’s face had took on another annoyed expression when she had listened to this conversation. It must be the surname, nothing good could come out of it.

She sighed and adjusted her glasses. “I see what you mean.” Her voice became sharp and hard. “Except for Eizan Kei, all Eizans are terrible.” Energetically Suzume nodded and exclaimed: “You took the words right off my mouth! Except for poor little Kei who has to deal with two of them daily, they’re all just so awful!” 

Tori couldn’t help but to nod as well, just not as energetic as Suzume did. Before she frowned a little. Suzume seemed like a rather loud person and had the moment Tori admittedly had enough loud people in her life. However, this girl was also one who could truly understand her hatred for Ichiro like not many could. “I guess, you really are correct on us forming a sort off…..alliance in this matter.”

Suzume’s grin grew a little bit. “Tori-chan, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.“

“Alliance.”

“Of course.” 

-

Hibiki/Akio - Your muse finds mine injured

An unfortunate placed rock on the road had caused Hibiki Hayama to trip and fall on his way home. Now he sat there all alone, his leg dripping a little bit of plot and hurting like what not. 

All he needed was a medical kit. That would solve everything. However, it was hard to get something like this in the middle of nowhere. 

He was just trying to stand up so he could walk home himself as he suddenly heard a concerned, familiar voice. “Hibiki-san!” And just mere seconds after is technical brother Akio Hayama was beside them, looking at him worriedly. “How…How did this happen?”

Hibiki only smiled, hoping that this would calm Akio down a little. “I tripped over a rock.” 

The concern did not leave Akio’s face yet and he inquired. “Can…Can you walk? Ohh, if only Kaori was here. She is much more experienced in medical matters than I am.” 

“It’s….It’s admittedly a little hard to walk yet, but I’ll manage.” Hibiki answered. “And it’s fine. I could deal with this myself, if only I had a medical kit.”

At this Akio’s eyes grew and he responded. “I…I have one!” Hibiki blinked. “You do?”

Akio gave a nod and reached for his bag which he had thrown away when running towards the injured Hibiki. “I always carry one alongside with me in case something should happen to Hiraku-sama!” 

He began searching his bag and truthfully to his words he pulled out a little medical kit which he immediately gave into Hibiki’s hands, who gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you, that’s a great help.”

Within just a few minutes, Hibiki had taken care of the wound. 

Akio assisted him standing up and supported him throughout the whole walk.

“I’ll cook something for you at home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to! I’m sure you’re busy.” 

“No, I insist!” 

“Alright, alright, but then at least let me brew some tea.” 

-

Nana/Hiroshi - Our muses find shelter from the weather…in the same place

Of course the weather app had said nothing about rain today. Well, at least her flowers in the garden would get some water. 

Quickly Nana searched her surroundings and finally spotted as little temple near her. She began to run, so she could escape the raindrops as quick as possible. 

And in just a few seconds, she had reached the little temple. 

On the other side of the temple, a young boy with the same hair color as Nana had the same idea and so it happened that the two teens arrived simultaneously from two different directions, both dripping wet and both staring at each other with round, surprised eyes before calling out.

“Nana-chan!” “Hiroshi-kun!”

After that a small little silence of the two just looking at each other emerged. Nana broke it. “Hello then! I guess we had the same idea.” She smiled warmly. “It’s nice to know that I don’t have to be alone waiting for the sun to show up again.”

Hiroshi shyly raised his hand and answered. “H…Hello and yes, I guess you could say so.” He then returned her smile, a little bit more unsurely and said. “I always like spending time with you, Nana-chan.” 

“Same here.” Nana responded. She then sat down on the cold stone floor of the temple and suggested. “So why don’t we talk a little? Maybe about..” Their favorite topic. “..The Polar Star Garden in each of our universes.” 

Hiroshi still fumbled with his fingers a little but sat down as well. “That’s a nice suggestion, Nana-chan.” 

And so the two managed to talk the rain away with not only conversations about vegetables but also various other things.

[writinghq]

Tsukishima headcanons? Pls?? How'd he react seeing his ex again, like theyre basically soulmates but they split up because of distance/family stuffs. Thanksss

hello! well, this got really long. HAHA hope you enjoy!

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Tsukishima steps out of his apartment to be greeted by the sound of rain

He opens his umbrella, one a bit too big for one person, and he walks out on the streets

His headphones were hung on his neck, but he didn’t bother putting them on

The rain and chattering of the people around him became white noise

He silently went to the convenience store and went about his business, buying only what he needed

He stepped out and proceeded to walk home

And then he saw them

He didn’t know how he was able to see them through the crowds and the pouring rain but one more look and he knew he was right

It was ___

It had been ten years since he last saw them

It was no fairy tale how they met, but Tsukishima just knew that this was a meeting to remember

He had met his better half, and though he didn’t believe in things like that, he wouldn’t deny it if someone said that he had met his soulmate

It took Tsukishima a year to ask them out

Tsukishima was worried he was taking his precious time, but at the same time, he wanted it to be perfect

It wasn’t his thing, but he prepared the whole shabang, going as far as to prepare a suit and flowers

It pained him to, but he even asked the rest of the volleyball team to help out

___’s initial reaction made him slightly regret it, their surprise and their laugh about how unexpected it was

Nevertheless, they said yes

The couple was known for their relentless bickering with each other, but Tsukishima had never been happier

They always put a smile on his face and always brightened up whatever salty day they were having

They’d even bully the same people, having the same ideas of how to mess with someone

He had never cared for rainy days, but he started to love it when the sky poured, because he knew that they would show up at his doorstep

“Ice cream? On such a cold day?”

“Come on! It’s the best!”

After a small relay of smart remarks, ___ finally manages to drag Tsukishima out into the dampened streets

They’d share the umbrella ___ brought, and Tsukishima would always give them more space on the umbrella, even if it meant sacrificing the dryness of his shoulder

“Strawberry, again?”

Tsukishima would push back his fogged up glasses before giving them a smirk

“Chocolate, again?”

They’d give him a little smack on the shoulder and start their usual preaching about how much they love chocolate

Tsukishima would turn away to actually laugh and ___ would always wrestle with him to see it

Then they’d get a spoonful out of Tsukishima’s ice cream so that they could try to understand why he loved it so much

He’d spend an incredible amount of time planning dates, and they’d love each and every one

___ showed him a whole new perspective and made everything an adventure

The world seemed to shine with them in it

They were one of the few people he poured his heart out to, and they always knew exactly what to say that made him feel better

They’d rant to him, and though he found them absolutely adorable, he’d be listening with such intent and focus

They’d constantly complain about how their father would never shut up about what he thinks the perfect partner for them would be, and they’d reiterate everything their father had said with great detail

“And how about you?”

“What about me?”

“Who do you think the perfect person for you is?”

“The perfect person for me would be…”

They’d cup his face with both of their hands and look into his eyes

“Someone who always teases people, who’s very observant, and even though he doesn’t always show it, is very hardworking. Someone who despite their calm, salty, and mature demeanor, likes dinosaurs and strawberries way too much. Someone who gets ticked off by super bright people, and though people who put unnecessary effort tick him off, he himself does it too. Someone who can listen to me talk for hours on no end, goes along with all my crazy antics, keeps me in check, and loves me no matter what. And this perfectly imperfect person is the one I know is the one of for me.”

They’d plant a gentle kiss on his lips and Tsukishima would smile

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The next day would be a rainy one, and as expected, ___ was at his doorstep

“I have a present for you.”

Tsukishima would say a line expressing excitement, but in the most monotonous way possible and ___ would be ready with a retort

They then pull out an umbrella from behind them

“For you!”

Tsukishima would step out and open the umbrella

His eyes would widen at his surprise to how big it was

He’d then hold it above him

“Well, this is humongous.”

“It’s for the both of us!”

They’d then step under the umbrella beside him, it’s width perfect for the both of them

“Lead the way, Kei!”

Tsukishima would shake his head and then look at them

“To the ice cream parlor?”

“Good, you’re learning.”

He’d roll his eyes at them before they’d both head to their destination

Funny enough, even though it was a gift for Tsukishima, they’d take the umbrella home with them

“I always come with the rain anyway, so you don’t need to worry about getting soaked.”

Their relationship was a happy one, and it continued that way all the way up to graduation season

One rainy day, after graduation, they didn’t show up on his doorstep

The rain continued until the next day, but still no ___

That evening, the doorbell rings, and Tsukishima rushes to the door

There they were, standing in front of him with that stupidly big umbrella

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

Their eyes were red and swollen, evident that they had been crying

They were still glassy

Something inside Tsukishima just breaks, and he rushes to them bringing them to a hug

“Wow, this is new.”

“Are you alright?”

“What are you talking about I’m fine—“

“Shut up. It’s okay to cry when you want to.”

“I told you I’m—“

At that moment, they burst into tears, crying into Tsukishima’s chest

He brings them inside, and they cry for a bit more

Once they calm down, they explain to Tsukishima their situation

“I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

They explain how their family wanted them to study overseas, how they knew it was such a grand opportunity but they just didn’t want to go, how they wanted to stay with him, how they were so afraid to tell him this whole time, how they had to leave just the next day

“If I go…”

If. There was still a way for them to stay

Stay with him

He had ideas on how to still make it work when they went away, but this wasn’t someone he wanted to let go

“Would you still love me?”

“Of course.”

There was no doubt in his voice

Tears start to flow from ___’s eyes

“I don’t know when I’ll be able to communicate with you.”

“It’s okay.”

“I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back.”

“I’ll wait.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be handle holding on to you from so far away.”

Tsukishima knew exactly what to say, what ___ needed to hear, what they wanted to hear

For the rest of the night, they talked, ate, and laughed

They spent it like they would any other night, but at the same time there was that inkling feeling that it would be the last

The sight of them lying in his arms was the last thing he saw before going to sleep

The following morning when he woke up, the sun was out, the birds were chirping, and ___ was gone

They had stayed up together so late that Tsukishima wasn’t able to get up the usual time he did

His alarm clock was even switched off

Everything in his room was so still, perfectly in its rightful place

He bolted up and ran out the door, not even bothering to change out of his sleepwear

He dashed to their house

He had never run so fast in his life, he was out of breath, but he couldn’t allow himself to stop

He finally arrived, but they had already left

He couldn’t even say a proper goodbye

Something in him still had hoped that there was the possibility that they would stay

But they were gone, and his heart just couldn’t accept this truth

He slowly walks back home, his energy completely lost

There on his doorstep, he sees their umbrella

An unspoken notion that they no longer would come with the rain

He waited for days, weeks, months, and no word from ___ at all

He had sent countless messages, called hundreds of times, but they wouldn’t answer, they wouldn’t pick up

Tsukishima had just lost a part of his heart

The world to Tsukishima had dulled without them

He stayed in a state of nothingness for awhile

He would make the same smart remarks, give the same smirks, but everyone knew that it wasn’t the same

He wasn’t type to mope around over a lost lover

But this was ___

It was different

Eventually, he had to pick himself up and go to college

Though he hates to admit it, his friends and teammates helped him get on with life again

It took a few years, but he was able to put them in the back of his memory, putting his mind into other things

But now there they were, standing across the streets on this rainy day

—

Tsukishima quickly turns around and quickens his pace

He was going against the main flow of people, but he dodged his way through the crowds, just to catch up to them

He bumps a few shoulders, muttering apologies

He quickly faces forward to make sure they were there, that they weren’t going to disappear this time

He finally makes it through the crowd, into an open pace, and he runs

The splashing water underneath his feet didn’t bother him, he had never run so fast in his life

He finally reaches where they are, and he catches his breath for a moment

He looks ahead, straight to them

They were standing at the other end of this road, on the sidewalk on the other side, all he had to do was cross

At that moment, someone walks up behind ___ and taps them on the shoulder

___ turns around and gives them a smile that Tsukishima had originally thought was his alone

Tsukishima couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe

There with ___ was what seemed to be the “perfect person”

Not their version, but the way they looked together fit so painfully well

They close the umbrella they were using and walk away with their partner, hand in hand

Small water droplets fall out of their partner’s umbrella and onto his shoulder

The last thing he sees is their laugh before the both disappear into the blur of the rain

Tsukishima takes in the sight and his heart drops

His usual mask breaks, and even he wasn’t aware of what expression he had on anymore

It ached so much

How could a love from ten years ago still hurt this way?

The sound of the rain was no longer white noise, but his way of trying to shut out the pain

His eyes start to burn

“Tch! Stupid, you can’t cry.”

He turns around, the space under his huge umbrella feeling emptier than usual, and he walks home in silence

—

___ was happy, or at least they should be

Their father’s version of the perfect person was standing with them, his hand intertwined in theirs, so this must mean that their father was right

But they could never let go of that feeling that something was missing, that this wasn’t the hand they should be holding

This space underneath their shared umbrella was tight, restricting

How they wished for a bigger one

They laugh with their partner, hiding the regrets they had been living with ever since they had left this place

This partner of theirs was so perfect, that they felt they had to be just as perfect for them too

But it wasn’t themselves

It had been years since they had come back, and the memories of their perfectly imperfect love were coming back like floodwaters

They even thought they saw him across the street earlier

An illusion, they thought to themselves

There was no way Tsukishima would be here, and it was even more unlikely that he’d want to see their face

They thought they saw him looking their way, thought they saw his expression shatter into one of a pain that mirrored their very own

They didn’t want to feel that pain, didn’t want to see that look on his face

That’s why they left the way they did

But it still hurt, even more so than they thought it would

Would it have hurt less if they had chosen to stay in contact with him instead?

They were too afraid to find out

Nevertheless, they had chosen to live a life without Tsukishima, and they convinced themselves that they didn’t deserve otherwise

They enter an ice cream parlor, a new one, one without any memories attached

Yet it reminded them so much of the other one

“Chocolate?”

___ blinks at the question, their thoughts being brought back

“Strawberry.”

“Strawberry? But you always get chocolate.”

“I don’t know.”

They turn to look at the rain before looking back at their perfect person

“I feel like eating strawberry ice cream today.”

[reddie-to-go]

REDDIE PROMPT WHERE THEYRE IN COLLEGE AND RICHIE IS ALWAYS LATE TO SCHOOL AND EDDIE IS JUST LIKE THIS GUY IS CUTE SO LEMMIE JUST,, “HEY DUDE,, YOU NEED A RIDE OR SOME SHIT??” AND THATS HOW THEY END UP MAKING OUT AND ~STUFF IN EDDIES CAR, SKIPPING CLASS THE NEXT DAY

Okay so first off I’m really sorry that this took me so long to get to whoever requested it. this was seriously one of the first requests I got and I should have tried to get it done sooner. that being said I really liked how it turned out and I hope everyone does too!!

Eddie, like most university students absolutely hated morning classes. He seriously had no clue why they were a thing. It should be a law that school can’t start until 9AM. Minimum.

He blamed Bill for the early morning torture he had signed up for. Bill didn’t want to take creative writing alone and since it technically fulfilled Eddie’s English credit requirement, Eddie thought it would be a good idea.

He was completely wrong.

So now instead of having a nice relaxing morning to sleep in he had to wake up at 6 in the morning and drive for 45 minutes in morning traffic, all while hating himself, just to sit through a class that he didn’t really like.

It’s not that he didn’t like it exactly. He just never had anything to write about. Bill could just pull ideas out of his ass while had Eddie struggled to think of a topic for the prompt “Write anything”. There was a reason Eddie had gone the medical route. All he had to do for that was know stuff, and seeing that his mother had basically made him live in the ER when he was younger, he knew quite a bit.

Eddie sat at his desk with his head down, his arms wrapped around him, blocking any light from hitting his eyes. He popped one eye out when he heard something being placed in front of him.

Bill had arrived offering a peace treaty of coffee and a bagel for the campus coffee shop. Eddie reached his hand out and pulled the bagel into his little ‘cave’, nibbling on it sleepily. Bills morning treats were one of the two things Eddie liked about this class.

“Oh come on Eddie, waking up early isn’t that bad.” Bill chirped, much too lively for Eddie to handle at the current time.

“That’s because you’re used to it with your stupid hikes and stuff,” Eddie grumbled pulling the coffee towards him, he was going to try to drink it with his head still down but decided he wanted to start the morning drinking the coffee, not wearing it. So he sat up and rested his head on his hand, looking over at Bill.

“If you came with me sometime, you’d also be okay with waking up early.” Bill replied taking his seat beside Eddie and pulling a binder out of his bag.

Eddie just responded with a sound and reached down to pull his binder out as well.

The teacher started class shortly after that, something about antagonists. The coffee was really doing its job, and Eddie slowly felt less like he wanted to kill someone and more like a solid punch would be okay.

About 20 minutes into the teacher talking and taking mindless notes, the door handle clicked and the door swung open. Since the door was at the front of the room everyone’s attention turned from the teacher to the guy at the door.

He was the other thing Eddie like about the class.

So what if Eddie had a crush on some guy he’d never spoken to, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. accept he was. Not even Bill, who he would consider his best friend knew about the weird crush he had on the guy from their creative writing class that would always come in late.

Like seriously it was almost impressive how consistently late he was.

“Mr. Tozier. Please take your seat.” The teacher instructed without looking over at the door.

Eddie had found out his name was Richie by maybe Facebook stalking him the first time he had heard his last name.

Richie saluted to the teacher and crossed the room to his seat at the back corner of the room. Eddie slyly turned his head to watch him walk to his desk. He fist bumped with the redhead he always sat with as he took his seat.

Eddie assumed that was his girlfriend by the way they acted together. That didn’t mean he couldn’t look, right?

So that was how Eddie spent most of his mornings, barely listening to lectures and sneakily glancing over his shoulder at the hot guy that sat at the back of the class. Once Richie got there the class seem to move a lot faster.

The teacher wrapped up her lesson and dismissed everyone. Eddie had been zoning out looking out the window for the past ten minutes so when Bill shook his shoulder his head jerked down in surprise. Everyone was packing up.

He was looking up at Bill confused when he heard a laugh come from the back of the room. He looked over his shoulder to see Richie covering his mouth with his hand and staring right at him.

Eddie quickly spun around to face the front of the room.

Had he zoned out staring at Richie? He didn’t think so but he couldn’t be sure. Great now Richie was going to think he was some weirdo who stares at people blankly during class. He shot out of his chair, threw his backpack on, and grabbed his binder from the desk. Rushing out of the room, leaving a very confused Bill at behind.

He stopped when he was in the hallway and moved out of the way of other students trying to get to class. Leaning against the wall he waited for Bill, hoping he would get the memo and hurry after him before Richie left the classroom.

Of course he didn’t and Eddie stood there, sinking further down the wall, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible when Richie and the red head walked out of the class and right passed him. The girl was talking as they passed but Richie turned from her to look straight at Eddie and laugh.

Eddie was sure his face was bright red. How was he supposed to come to class after this?

Bill followed shortly after and found Eddie by the wall, red-faced and slightly freaking out. The two left the building, Eddie refusing to explain to Bill what was going on. They meet Mike out on campus and walked to the next class together.

Eddie felt like he was having a midlife crisis at twenty. He made it through the rest of the day and headed home that evening dreading coming back to school the next day.

But of course the next day came. And Eddie hated missing classes, even stupid morning ones where the guy he liked was there and would probably laugh at him and God Eddie really hoped Bill brought something really good this morning because the other reason he went to this class was really stressing him out. The weather mimicked his mood as it began to rain.

He resentfully got into his car and realized he was actually earlier than usual. Great, so now he was going to get to class extra early and have to sit there and wait for like half an hour. 

Absolutely not.

Eddie decided to take a longer route than he normally did, hopefully killing enough time so that he would just get to class on time.

He turned down an unfamiliar road and followed it for a bit. Getting slightly lost and unable to see the street signs through the rain. He turned down another side street, this one seeming to be completely dead. Completely dead except for a single person walking along the sidewalk.

They had a hood pulled over their head and they were soaking wet.

Why would anyone be walking right now, there were bus stops everywhere and by how wet they were, it was pretty obvious that they had been walking for a while.

Eddie slowed his car down and watched them. It wasn’t until he got relatively close that he realized who it was.

Of fucking course, it was Richie. Who else would it be. Eddie must have pissed off some god. what else would explain the slim chance that the one person he was trying to avoid was the only person walking down a street that Eddie never went down.

He was about to step on the gas and get as far away as he could but stopped when he noticed Richie shivering.

It was too early to be dealing with moral dilemmas. Eddie slowed his car down even more and stayed about a car length behind Richie as he walked. Maybe he had his car park somewhere up here and was just walking to it.

“I’m not being creepy; I’m being a concerned classmate.” Eddie justified to himself as he followed Richie for another block.  

When two more blocks passed Eddie was convinced Richie planned to walk the whole way. But there was no way, the university campus was still another fifteen-minute drive.

Eddie took a deep breath and speed up a bit coming to a stop a little in front of Richie. He rolled his window down and stuck his head just out of the window

“Hey there.” He called, immediately mentally slapping himself. he probably looked like the biggest stalker right now.

Richie looked over at him confused before recognition filled his face and he pulled an earbud out and approached Eddie’s car.

“Hey yourself, you’re from writing class right?” Richie asked as he leaned an arm on the top of Eddie’s car. Eddie honestly didn’t know which would have been worse. If he recognized him or if he didn’t. this was pretty bad.

“Yeah,” Eddie said laughing awkwardly. This was worst. “So um, are you planning on walking to class today?” He continued, trying to get right to the point. Eddie wasn’t the best “small talker”.

“Yeah, I was. It is such a beautiful day. Shame to waste it.” Richie joked nodding up towards the sky. Eddie laughed awkwardly again. He wasn’t serious, was he. Eddie wasn’t 100% sure but he figured it would take another 30 to 45 minutes to get to the campus from here.

“I’m heading that way if you want to um, catch a ride with me or something,” Eddie asked.

Richie stared down at him and smiled.

“I’d get your car all wet. But thanks for the offer. I’ll see you in class.” Richie said as he pushed off from Eddie car and headed back to the sidewalk. Eddie didn’t move for a few seconds before inching forward and stopping just in front of Richie again.

“This cars pretty shitty already, and if you walk from here you’ll be late.” Eddie pointed out

“But if I’m not late what will your excuse be for watching me walk to my seat.” Richie laughed as Eddie’s face lit up. He started to stutter which only made Richie laugh harder.

“Okay, okay I’ll take the ride if you calm down, I was just joking,” Richie said between breaths as he approached the car, this time rounding the front. Eddie rolled his window up gawking at where Richie had been. He saw his reflection in the closed window and saw how red his face was. Well, he had gotten what he wanted.

Richie pulled the passenger seat open shook off as much water as he could before entering the car.

Without saying anything, Eddie stepped on the gas and sped off towards school.

“So do you offer rides to all the boys you stare at or am I just special?” Richie asked after a few minutes of silence past between them. Eddie’s eyes widened as he drove.

“I don’t stare at you.” Eddie defended, biting his lip.

“You sure about that?” Richie laughed, looking at the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie could see the disbelieving look Richie was giving him from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, so what if I stare at you.” Eddie challenged. He had no clue where the sudden confidence was coming from but he knew that he needed it to get through the rest of this car ride.

Richie looked taken aback by his answer for a second before a smile broke out across his face.

“I do too.” He said, still grinning at Eddie. Eddie turned his head from the road to look over at Richie in surprise.

“W-what” He stuttered, turning back to face the road when he almost ran into the car in front of him.

Richie laughed again from beside him.

“Yeah, all the time. You do some pretty cute things in class. Like almost falling asleep.” Richie turned to look out the front window. “I was going to talk to you after class yesterday actually, but you looked like you were going through some stuff.”

Eddie was beyond confused. Was he on some kind of TV show. There was no way that this was his real life right now. Eddie made the turn into the student parking lot and pulled into his parking spot.

“That was umm, nothing. Forget about yester…” Eddie said turning to face Richie, who had quietly moved his face so it was right in front of Eddie’s when he turned. Eddie froze and stared. Richie leaned in slightly closer

“I never asked for your name,” Richie whispered leaning in even closer.

“um, E-Eddie.” He whispered back, unable to move.

“well Eds, Thanks for the ride.” He placed his hand on Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie was the one who finally closed the gap between them. He softly pressed his lips against Richie. Richie hesitated for a second, thrown off my Eddie’s boldness but quickly gathered himself and pressed back.

The soft kiss quickly escalated into Richie leaning over the console to push Eddie back against the driver’s door. Eddie, not wanting to be upstaged in the impromptu make-out session was the one to intensify the kiss by licking his tongue along Richie’s bottom lip

Richie moaned at the feeling. He returned the favor by pressing Eddie harder into the door and exploring his mouth with his tongue.

This is really not how Eddie saw today going. Like, he wasn’t going to complain but it really was a curveball.

Eddie pushed on Richie’s shoulders and they separated, panting for breath but not moving too far from the other.

“Wait, wait. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Eddie asked starting to panic. He was not down with being a homewrecker.

“Girlfriend? Who Bev?” Richie looked extremely confused and then he laughed loudly when Eddie blushed a deeper shade of red.

Richie raised his hand to Eddie’s cheek and kiss him lightly.

“Bev is like my best friend, almost like an annoying little sister. I’m only taking this class because of her.” He reassured before leaning in to kiss Eddie again. Eddie kissed back enthusiastically before abruptly pulling back.

“Fuck. Class.” Eddie shrieked looking down at the clock. They were ten minutes late to class.

“Shit.” Eddie reached into the back seat and grabbed his backpack before throwing the driver seat door open. Richie laughed as he watched him, and jumped out of the car. Eddie grabbed his hand instinctively and pulled him as he ran towards the English building.

He flung the classroom door open, dropping Richie’s hand and froze when everyone turned to stare at him. Eddie dropped his head and half ran over to his spot, where Bill was gaping up at him. Eddie dropped down beside him and hid his face in his arms.

A second later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll take another ride sometime,” Richie whispered into his ear as he walked past him towards his seat.

Eddie’s entire face lit up but he smiled into his arms.

Today definitely didn’t turn out the way he thought it would. And he was definitely okay with that.

Hope everyone liked it!

Tag list (I’ll get it right this time!)

@smol-and-annoying @donvex @richietoaster @reddieornotasshole @williumbyers @eds-trashmouth @curlylemonhead @gazebo-reddie  

[trxshmouth-tozier]

richie with vocal tics

richie feels sort of weird about it but.. 

he makes Noises when he’s anxious

or excited

or has too much energy

or really happy

or overwhelmed

he doesn’t know why but they make him feel good and help him not feel so

keyed up

and it feels good to make them!

people think that its weird and at first it like annoys the losers

they think he’s just doing it to be stupid or be Richie and get attention and stuff

and he doesnt say anything and laughs when they tell him to stop and has to hold it in

but eventually bev picks up on the fact that richie is consciously trying to stop these noises

and that it seems difficult for him and he just seems uncomforyable when h has to stop

so she takes her best friend up by the rear (metaphorically) and sits him down and is like

“richie, dude, you have to talk to us or nothing will ever progress”

and richie is just

richie: squirms uncomfortably in the chair and mumbles nonsense

bev: “richie come On”

and richie finally explains and is like “i know its weird guys i already feel like a freak but like i cant??? help it???”

and the losers are like

“freak whom not you we’re sorry we were like that but you gotta talk to us”

SO anyways the losers become better with it and learn abt what noises richie makes and why he makes them

stan teaches richie different bird calls and now richie chirps a lot and chirps at birds outside to like mimic them

he likes mimicking sounds animals make a lot

and during scary movies he makes little “meow” noises cause they help him feel more safe

his friends think its really cute

he hums and repeats things a lot, especially when sleepy

he repeated “theres a dog in the kitchen” in a british accent for like an hour and a half ((not all the way through)) when sleepy and bill and mike thought it was rlly cute

he likes saying certain words in accents

and he repeats words he hears a lot

when he’s going down a hill on his bike he always howls cause the rush of energy and adrenaline and the wind in his face is good

and at pep rallys he’ll howl real loud

and if anyone stares the other losers will howl with him

he develops different vocal tics sometimes

sometimes theyre permanent and sometimes its just because it feels good at the time

his main ones are animal noises though

and sometimes he has to stop mid sentence to like chirp or smth

if hes scared or too upset he’ll do little whimper noises or whines

trilling noises are very good when happy!!!

growling when frustrated with tests and school and home

eddie likes when he makes soft coos or meows

or the hums

anyways um richie with vocal tics id kill for it

ty to the it discord for helping w/ headcanons

[iwishthingsweredifferentyadig]

(Juniore - A La Plage)

Saturday evening, 5:45 P.M.

Summer just started. It's the first weekend after graduation. You and I sit in the small, quiet diner. I order a chocolate milkshake, the kind that comes in a tall glass and has a red straw. You order a vanilla one. The diner is very American. The girl walks over to ask how our food is. We say its good. Then we sit in quiet, comfortable silence, absorbing the atmoshphere surrounding us. An air of excitement, youth and joy floats in the air. The neon "open" sign on the window right by our table flashes softly. The diner is empty, save for us. After all, everyone is out partying. We like it quiet though. Then our friends arrive. Laughing and giggling through the door they bring with then a youthful commotion. They sit down by us and order their drinks. Theyre having so much fun. And so are we. But they are different kinds of fun. They neither smile nor do they feel something indescribable when they see the neon "open" sign or the evening shadows slanting with a sort of melancholy eminance. But we do. Our little secret. We talk over our drinks. One friend suggests going to a house party. We all agree. We finish our drinks and get in two separate cars.

(Boy Pablo - Ready/Problems)

6:45 P.M.

The sun hangs lower over the sky, luminating the streets with an orange-red briliance. Me, you and one other take one car while four others take the other. You are driving. You pull the convertible top off and roll the windows down. Boy Pablo comes on. You place your fingers on the knob and turn it up. My eyes follow your arm up from your fingers to your face where a soft smile lay. We make eye contact for a second and giggle. No words needed. We both know this is the peak. The wind brushes our hair and faces as it swims in and out of the car. The sky is a light shade of red and yellow now. I look up and see the palm trees lining the sides of the empty road. It doesn't get better than this.

(Freddie Dredd - Opaul)

7:15 P.M.

We arrive on a road overlooking the city. The house party can be felt, even down the street. An excited, anxious sort of feeling pervades our minds. We park close to the house, a beautiful place in the hills with a pretty view of the city and the ocean. The sun hangs even lower. Red overtakes all other colors. We walk down the street all together, cars parked on each side of the street. Even at the front gates of the house, people stand with drinks in their hands. A boy and girl flirt just outside the gate. We walk in giggling at something stupid our friends did. The music gets louder as we near the door. We are greeted and handed drinks. The vibe is great. Classy people, classy music. From the large living room, the whole view of the city gazes back at us. Just below the windows, a long pool is lined with people on all sides. Talking, laughing, dancing, kissing. The pool's blue glow becomes more intense by the minute as the sun dips lower and lower in the sky. Its lazy bottom touches the horizon somewhere far away. Our friends strip and jump in the pool, making noises and laughing. The party gets louder as more and more people show up. We walk along the side of the pool to the corner of the yard. We have our drinks and talk quietly. We both look beautiful as we have our pool-side convo. Young, handsome and well dressed. But we need to get out of here. This party's nice but we both know we can find nicer things. We say goodbye and get back in the car. We're mildly buzzed. I feel the cool air on my ears as i start the car.

(Charles Irwin - Made for Me)

7:45 P.M.

I know where to go. Theres a record store, not far from here with an amazing view and lots of silence. We have to drive through the hills for a bit. But we dont mind. Theres music, cool air, a view and each other. We ride up a hill and down another, till we pull into a quiet, lonely parking lot. An oasis of calm in this wild saturday night. We feel an undescribable excitement. Because theres nobody there. A sort of "we found it first!" sort of feeling. Its our little spot now. We walk into the record store. The clerk is a lazy teen chewing his gum a little too loud. But ask we walk in, the walls greet us, lined, top to bottom with discs. Every pretty sound a human ever made is in those discs. We look around for a while and show each other a couple records. We buy a couple. As we pay, you notice a hill not too far from the record store where we can sit. I would love to sit there. I bet the city looks amazing from there. You agree. We get in the car, drive up a bit and then get out. We leave the car doors open. We sit on the grass and look out at a city that is not sleeping. But theres a comfort in knowing that this is our little corner. They can do whatever they want tonight. But this is our corner.

(Boy Pablo - Beach House)

8:10 P.M.

The sun has set and summer has begun. Theres so much ahead of us that my heart skips a beat thinking of it. But for now we sit calmly. There's something missing though. I stand up and walk to the car. I play a song we love and turn it up. It's getting chilly too. I grab a couple blankets. We sit atop the hill and gaze and listen. A cricket chirps somewhere. Everything is pretty.

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Part ONE// Hate How You Made Me Feel/ Ashton Irwin

Requested : No, You’re the younger sister of Calum Hood, and don’t have a really good past with him only because of your small mutual crush with his older friend Ashton Irwin. After months without Calum or his friends, they return home for good, how will you adjust? 

Word Count : 3k+

A/N : Okay this is my first part of my first story/series/ etc I know that the description has a lot of Calum but i swear this is an Ashton series.. I hope you all enjoy it ! And if you could reblog so more people could possibly enjoy. Thank you for reading loves, and if this first part gets some attention then I will continue with the story.

Parts : one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty.

I sit in front of my vanity brushing my longish dark brown hair, that matches my dark brown eyes that had hidden golden flecks within them, the two things I always acknowledge when I sit in front of this mirror always being reminded that i'm just a simple plain Jane. Whereas my parents only acknowledge that I'm still breathing and my grades are straight A’s.

I rise up from my seat in front of the mirror and I slowly walk over to my closet, I flip through my choices and settle on a black skirt that settles a little above my knees with a cream colored shirt and a burgundy cashmere scarf. I push my headband a little farther back, and grab my tan Ralph Lauren tote along with my french textbook.

Hurrying down the stairs so I can try and get at least five minutes of breakfast with my parents before they leave to work, Monday mornings I always look forward to because that's the only time I really see my parents.

“Y/n darling please don't run down the stairs in socks, Henry and I would hate to see you slip and fall under our care.” My maid, Leslie calls. She has been there for me since I was a kid, and she’s one of my best friends. Henry is my parents butler, but he mainly drives my friends and I around and makes sure I'm happy. I smile at Leslie and slow my pace earning a wide toothy grin from her. Once i reach the bottom of the steps she steps closer to me whispering in my ear, “Your father has to travel to Scotland and he won't be back till next month, and your mother will be accompanying him as well. Would you like me to call you in tardy so you won't get into trouble?” She asks, I frown at the news I had just received, my parents were always gone. Hell my father had just got back from London!

“Yes please, thank you Leslie.” I whisper before walking through the long hall that leads to the dining room. The first thing I see is my father at the end of the table, my mom with him. Theyre both reading the papers while having their morning cup of coffee. “Hi mum, dad.” I chirped while taking a seat in the mahogany chair across from my dad. Before I have the chance, Henry appears behind me to push in my chair. I smile at him as he returns the gesture.

“Oh, good morning Y/n dear, how are the grades?” My father questions without looking up from his stack of papers. Leslie rushes in and places a small cup of tea in front of me and slowly pours in the cream until I ask her to stop, she disappears behind the door that leads into the kitchen only to return with a piece of bread lightly toasted with apple butter jam, my favorite.

“Oh you know all A’s same old same old.” I sigh while picking up my mug taking a short sip of tea. My mum places down her stack of papers and folds her hands over them and turns her head my way. People say I look just like my mother when she was my age, but I just don't see it. Her face is very thin and her cheekbones are far more prominent than mine. Her hair is dark brown like mine but hers sweeps just above her shoulders whereas mine are a little past my shoulders. Her eyes are more almond shaped due to her asian roots and they are chocolatey brown , when I had received my father's big round eyes but my eye color was exactly like my mother's. My cheeks were big but not too big, just puffy?

“Y/n.” My mum said snapping me out of my thinking phase, i set down my cup and look at her a smile added to my face.

“Yes mum?”

“Your father and I will be going to Scotland for the remainder of the month and you will be here. We recharged your card and made sure that Henry will be driving you to and from school and cheer. Leslie will be caring for you and your math tutor will be coming every Wednesday from three to four, and your french tutor will be coming every Sunday from three to four as well.” She says, finishing with a smile almost like she is pleased with herself by setting up my schedule since she won't be here to remind me about it, not like she ever is. I force a smile at her trying not to cry at the table, she only takes a long sip of coffee in return.

“Won't you be late to second bell? Come on Y/n.” Henry calls from the hall.

“Have a good day y/n , we’ll see you in a month.” My father says as he walks over to place a kiss on my cheek before walking into the kitchen disappearing. I nod at his words walking slowly into the hall following Henry into the front yard only to climb into our matte grey Tesla model s. I climb into the back seat and buckle in, right after I pull my phone from my tote and text my friend Lacey.

“Parents back on business trip, in need for emergency sleepover with tons of ice cream.”

I wait for Lacey to reply, scrolling through my twitter and instagram liking and retweeting a few things until my phone buzzes in my small hand.

“Awe I'm sorry doll, maybe after practice Henry can take us out to buy snacks and movies yeah?” I smile at her reply, she never fails to let me down. I type a quick reply only to look up and see that I was at school.

“Alright miss I’ll see you at five today, with a smile on your face.” Henry saws looking at me using the mirror.

“Alright Henry, is it okay if Lacey comes over tonight and maybe we can get ice cream and movies?” I ask while stepping out of the car, I walk up to the front window as Henry rolls it down.

“That's fine. Have a good day.”

“You too.” I wave to Henry as he drives away and I turn back to my school. Nobody is in the front so I slowly make my way to the steps only for some jerk on a motorcycle comes right beside me causing me to panic and drop my text book and phone.

“Seriously?” I ask the person staring at me while I pick up my things, I quickly look over my phone sighing in relief that is has no cracks, and reach down to pick up my textbook only to bump hands with the rider.

“Sorry, I didn't think that you would freak out princess.” He says with an accent, Australian maybe, yet he's so familiar? Passing me my book then takes off his helmet. “I'm Luke.” He says while holding out a hand. I look at him, blonde messy hair that was a little below his ear, nice blue eyes, and a lip ring. Everything about him was just screaming out trouble to me yet he looked vaguely familiar. I quickly grab my book from him and begin to walk up the stairs to the gates of my school. “I never got your name princess!” He shouts behind my only for me to stop and turn back around.

“You can't park your bike there, and my name isn't princess.” I say quickly turning back around and walking through the gates so I can get to my second period.

-

“And he just called you princess? Like just out of the blue?” Lacey asks while taking a spoonful of vanilla ice cream into her mouth. Unlike me, Lacey's hair was rather long, she had red hair that just flows down her back, pale skin like no color whatsoever, full pouty lips, and dark brown eyes just like mine.

“Yup, and the weird thing is, I've never seen him around he’s probably like new or something.” I reply taking a spoonful of my mint chip ice cream into my mouth. Lacey nodded her head along with my statement agreeing with me. I continue to scoop my ice cream around the edges leaving a lump in the middle, causing Lacey to giggle at the act.

“Quit laughing at me.” I frown only causing the both of us to erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Y/n!” Leslie calls from downstairs, I can't make out if it's urgent or she's upset by something, Lacey and I scramble up from the bed and race down the stairs shoving each other as we go down each wooden step.

“Slow down girls.” Henry says as he's walking in with the mail in his hands. We giggle and look around for Leslie, she wasn't in the front room, the study, or the kitchen. “Outside.” Henry says as he looks upon our confused reactions, Lacey and I rush out to the front to see Leslie kneeling beside a bed of roses that she had been trying to grow for weeks now.

“Yes Leslie?” I ask walking up to her, taking a spot to her right kneeling down beside her. Lacey following.

“A rose finally grew! Look how pretty.” Leslie points at the rose, it was quite tiny but if it made Leslie happy then I'm happy too.

“That's great Leslie, how about we all go inside and get something to drink?” I ask concerned now, Leslie always overworked herself and tried to make sure everyone was pleased. I've caught her before passed out in the garden when she was first beginning the hobby of gardening.

“I uh- why don't you help me tend to this rose?” Leslie stutters. I stand up confused on what was going on, Leslie rarely ever hid anything from me and last time I checked the worst news of today has already passed.

“Leslie what's going on?” I ask her, helping her up onto her feet.

“Nothing sweetheart, I just um, want to stay out here with you!” She finishes with the fakers smile I've ever seen, something was definitely up. I shot Lacey a quick glance and she nodded her head. We turned back to Leslie only to turn around and run inside the house.

“What is Leslie hiding Henry?!” I shouted kicking off my shoes as I kept running not looking at where I was going because once I managed to get one Van off I ran into something, well someone.

“I see you still run around recklessly.” An all too familiar voice says above my head. I roll my eyes and look up to see my older brother. He's not even that much older, he's in one grade above me as well as one year older. I groan at the sight of him, he was always leaving just like our parents and he'd come back for a bit, and once I'd get comfortable again he'd leave. We looked exactly alike only thing is he has blonde highlights all of a sudden.

“Mums going to kill you for doing that to your hair Calum.” I roll my eyes, walking around him to reach Lacey.

“Mums never home, and I don't get a hug or a hey?” He questions waving at Lacey in the process. I huff at the comment he had just made and ran up to my room Lacey following closely behind. I slammed my door shut and threw myself onto my bed face first and let out a long scream.

“A minute and fifteen seconds. New record.” Lacey giggles as I lift my head up. I roll my eyes and go to grab the probably melted mint ice cream from earlier. “Not to ruin your mood but Liam has a soccer ceremony and I have to be there for my baby brother. I'm sorry Y/n.” Lacey sighs pulling me into a tight hug.

I mumble a short ‘it's fine’ before she grabs her things and departs from my room, bumping into Calum in the process. Great, now I have to deal with my brother again until he leaves, and honestly I'm not too sure if I would like him to stay or leave.

“Knock knock.” Calum says pushing my door open slightly, seeing that I'm dressed he steps in and takes a seat on the edge of my bed as I angrily scoop and shove large spoonfuls of ice cream into my mouth.

“I didn't even say you could come in.” I mumble before eating another spoonful my gaze focused on the front of his hair, I'm not entirely sure if mum would be pissed when she sees it, but she definitely wouldn't let it go unnoticed.

“I didn't ask, and I came to comfort you with big brother hugs and good news.” He says with a tone laced with sarcasm, I close up the tub of icy goodness and focus on Calum as I suck on the spoon. I raise my eyebrows in an ‘well what is it?!’ look. Calum chuckles at the sight of me and drags himself closer to me.

“Well I heard about mum and dad and I'm sorry that I wasn't here for you. Good news is, I'm staying for good, I want to finish my junior year and have fun my junior and senior year.” I frown at his words, the boy, my brother was back. Was the bullying going to start again? I've been doing so good and set up a good reputation for myself only for it to possibly crash down.

“Are you happy now?”

“Definitely.” I rolled my eyes placing the spoon onto the tub of ice cream.

“Good, because I want to hear all about your sophomore year.” He smiles as he leans back.

“Well it's going good so far today was irri-” I was silenced mid sentence by Leslie at my door.

“Sorry to interrupt this sweet moment, but someone's at the door for Calum.” She says before walking back down the hall. I turn to Calum and raise an eyebrow.

“Great! You can see the guys again.” He says before pushing himself off my bed, then grabbing my forearm dragging me downstairs with him.

We rush into the front room to see three tall figures standing before us. One of them has crazy red hair, another has long honey blonde curls, and the last an all too familiar face has that blonde quiff from this morning. Then it hit me, Luke Hemmings, Ashton Irwin, and Michael Clifford. I could never forget them, the people who practically made elementary and middle school hell.

I gave more attention to Ashton, he's not a scrawny thirteen year old anymore that I had an innocent crush on. The one who kissed me on a dare, used to comfort me. He was my best friend but now I don't know who I'm staring at. His hair grew a lot since the first time I saw him, it was slightly covering his eyes. He's taller too, he could practically tower over me, he has a new sense of style. He's wearing a Pink Floyd shirt with black skinny jeans and a black bandana. He looks cute, but he's the same person from before.

“Y/n this is Michael, Ashton, and Luke. Guys this is y/n my baby sister remember her?” Calum beams pleased with himself as I snap out of my thinking process. I wave at them sheepishly before turning quickly on my heel to run into the kitchen. I hear heavy footsteps behind me most likely Calum, I turn and face my older brother the grin he had just worn moments ago has faded. I walk around him and stand on my tiptoes to reach a glass from the cupboard, only for Calum to grab me a glass.

“Two things, one get a longer skirt that one's too short, two what's wrong?” I roll my eyes at his statement and make a beeline to the fridge to grab the pitcher of water and filled my glass.

“Nothing is wrong, I've already reconnected with your blonde giraffe today, and before they came in ruining my talk with you, I was going to say that I met him and he scared me with his damn motorcycle and caused me to drop my things.” I sigh taking a long sip of water as the boy known as Ashton walked into the kitchen. I avert my eyes away from him and focus on the clock that my mum had bought in an antique shop last year, it's hideous.

“Sorry if I interrupted anything but I was wondering could I get some water or something please?” Ashton asked sweetly, I looked up at him and his eyes flickered to mine, feeling the heat rush up to my cheeks I quickly turned and bumped into the fridge in my attempt to grab the pitcher again for Ashton, but fails miserably and ended up spilling my water all over the front of my cream shirt.

“Well that's unfortunate.” I heard Ashton mumble only making me feel pathetic.

“Fucking shit.” I swore under my breath. I grabbed the pitcher like I originally planned and passed it to Ashton before running out of the kitchen.

“What about the water Y/n?!” I hear Calum yell, I was halfway up the stairs already.

“I dunno Calum. Your turn to clean after months of not being home!” I yelled back before running into my room and slamming the door behind me, this time not forgetting to lock it behind me.

I quickly strip out of my shirt and replace it with one of Calum's Greenday singlets that I stole years ago. After that I threw off my skirt and just walked around in the shirt since it reached my knees.

-

After what seemed like hours of going between apps and shopping online, I finally exit my room quietly and tiptoed downstairs to go into the kitchen for an apple or something to fill my empty stomach. There's Chinese food containers on top of the counter and I groan at the sight, even if mum and dad weren't here, and Leslie and Henry tend to us Leslie won't put up with his bullshit. I quickly pack up the leftover food and put it away and wipe down the counter. After I grab my container of pineapple spears from the fridge along with a fork I turn around to almost collide with the honey curly headed boy from earlier.

“Fucking shit! You can't do that what the hell?” I yelp in fear.

“Sorry Calum and I heard a noise and I came to see what it was.” He apologized, his accent was adorable to me but it doesn't cover up what I felt earlier.

"Well that's unfortunate that I startled you both. Goodnight." I say waiting for him to notice the significance of what I had just said. "Wha- oh." He replies biting his lip, his gaze going from my eyes to the floor only to come back up to my eyes, this time he wore a smirk. "What?" I ask , about ready to just walk back up to my room and leave him here alone in the kitchen. "I don't think Calum would appreciate you wearing just a shirt around the house y/n." He replied with a voice like silk. I felt my breath hitch as I noticed that I was only wearing a shirt in front of the tall, adorable yet rude boy. "Whatever." I mumble before walking back up to my room. I walk in and lock the door behind myself. All I know now is that, since Calum is back my world is going to be flipped upside down.