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[viksalos]

haven’t really seen much of the met gala stuff this year bc i was away at a festival all weekend, but i saw a take that was like “fashion as an art form is bourgeois” or smth like that, and while i’m not sure i disagree that high fashion/haute couture/whatever whatever is basically only accessible to the bourgeoisie currently, it had me thinking about my current relationship to fashion

like i’m not an expert or anything, just a hobbyist that dresses to make myself happy (and entertaining the people around me sometimes is a bonus), but after thinking about it i don’t think i own one single big name designer item. all my shit is from like, independent designers, generic brands, diy, secondhand, SOME fast fashion (altho i’m trying to minimize that bc some of my older fast fashion items are starting to fall apart already like everyone said they would, lol). i have never been able to afford big name designer stuff but obviously i still consider fashion to be a hobby of mine

& so i think what has helped me from paying attention to high fashion specifically though is, rather than paying attention to specific designers, just developing preferences and a vocabulary of qualities i like--silhouettes, materials, construction, things like that. this allows me to take these qualities and look for them elsewhere where they’re more accessible to me--e.g. especially since vivienne westwood’s passing it seems like i’m seeing half-corsets and multi-strand pearl chokers everywhere again, but it’s not difficult to take those terms and look for independent designers making similar things. basically doing the work of the “devil wears prada” monologue about the progress of fashion trends by yourself. whereas before like my mid-20s i basically wore a tshirt and jeans all day every day, which i don’t think was what i really wanted to be doing so much as it was due to a lack of knowledge and self-confidence

sooooo i guess what i’m saying is that while i’m not sure i disagree with the take that “fashion is bourgeois,” especially high fashion, i do still think it deserves to exist as an artform bc it’s a valuable form of self-expression. it just needs to be more accessible

[m00nsbaby]

The invisible barrier.

(Jake Lockley x F!Reader)

Tags - Warnings: Jake doesn’t know about Marc or Steven. Angst, smut, fluff, everything. Most of Jake’s dialogues are in Spanish, most of reader’s are in English except in November - December. Word count: 4,9 k. (Lol, sorry) Summary: A whole year trying to understand Jake Lockley. (Literally)

January.

"¡Hola!" (Hello.) The sudden voice next to you made you jump as you made the most important and complicated decision of the week.

Would you choose pretzels with dark or white chocolate?

Reluctantly, you turned to your side to see a man standing just a few inches away from you. On another occasion, you would have probably jumped back or fled to another aisle in the supermarket, but the apologetic smile on his lips and the puppy-like look in his eyes told you that he didn't want to be in this situation either.

"Perdón, ¿Podrías decirme qué dice aquí?” (Sorry. Could you tell me what it says here?) The words came out quickly from his mouth and you furrowed your brow in confusion. Your fleeting and ridiculous Spanish classes had never been of much use, even less now that you had the opportunity to help an attractive man.

"I don't... Huh." You cleared your throat, searching for a way to say, 'Maybe I can't help you, but I'll move heaven and earth to try.' Dramatic? Yes, of course, but what more could be expected from a hopeless romantic? Many love stories began like this in your mind; this was a scenario you had imagined at least twice before falling asleep. "No hablo español." (I don’t speak Spanish.)

The man blinked a couple of times, as if realizing that he had gathered courage for about 15 minutes only to lose his dignity like this.

"Oh." He cleared his throat, nodding afterward. "Thanks," he said shyly, as if trying to hide his accent.

"No, no, let me help you. What do you need?" You turned the bag of Cheetos he was holding in his hands so you could see the list of ingredients on the back as he was asking. Both of you were guessing what you were saying. Your gaze scanned the list, nodding your head when you detected the problem. Everything was written in English.

Sure, your aisle companion had an extra problem on top of that. The letters were too small for his poor eyesight, and he would rather ask for help from strangers than give up on the idea of using glasses.

"Give me a second." Your fingers quickly handled your phone as you took the bag from his hands.

You took a photo and the app took care of the work for you, translating every word on the red packaging you held. You didn't hesitate to take a step forward and extend your hand far enough for your phone to be at the stranger's ear level, who didn't question your methods for a moment.

He just stood still, listening.

"¿Colorante rojo número 6?” (Red dye number 6?) He questioned when the voice function finished. And you quickly scanned the phone screen, trying to find the part on the list that seemed closest to what he had just said.

Well, seis = 6, that one was easy.

"Yes, 6." You saw him smile and take the bag back from your hands to shake it in a celebratory manner. "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why 6?" He guessed based on how you tilted your head to one side what you were asking.

"Soy alérgico al número 4, o al menos eso creo.” (I'm allergic to the number 4. Or at least, I think I am.) He pointed to his throat. "Siento comezón en la garganta cuando como cosas que lo tienen.” (My throat itches when I eat things that have it.")

Did you understand anything he said? No, nothing beyond the number 4. So, you smiled and nodded, eliciting a warm laugh from him.

He was cute.

"Gracias." (Thank you.) It seemed like he understood the basics, just like you. It was better to use his words than to deal with the pronunciation of the "t" and "h" together.

"It's okay." You shrugged while continuing to smile in a friendly manner. It wasn't because the stranger was incredibly attractive; you always behaved this way with people, or at least you tried to. "Enjoy your Cheetos."

Another giggle. "Cheetos," he repeated, imitating the way you pronounced the brand's name.

You rolled your eyes playfully and went back to the pretzels without saying anything else.

Well, there went the potential love of your life. Both of you were too shy to engage in casual conversation. You were aware that pretending to have the confidence to do so would be a lie.

Silently, you paid for your pretzels covered in white chocolate, looking around in case the guy was still nearby. After a few seconds, you gave up. Well, it was nothing out of the ordinary, even with one more chance, you wouldn't have approached him. More than 20 dollars for a bag of chocolate covered pretzels? That must be a crime, the first time you bought one . . .

"Hola de nuevo.” (Hi again.) The leather of his jacket brushed against your skin as you bumped into him. He was in the exact same position as you, one hand holding his Cheetos, the other clutching the receipt he was trying to read with squinted eyes.

You almost had a heart attack.

"Hi." You smiled, your cheeks betraying you as they turned rosy just from being around him like this. You had to take a step back after the clumsy little push you gave him.

"¿Tienes cómo regresar a tu casa?” (Do you have a way to get home?) You frowned at the question. This only confirmed that your crazy fantasy wasn't going to work out; there was a huge barrier between you.

He could see the confusion on your face so he pointed outside. It was raining heavily.

"Oh." You had been so engrossed in your pursuit of him that you hadn't thought about that. It wasn't a terrible problem, though; you could just wait until it calmed down.

You could spend another $20 on an umbrella in the worst case. Or call a car to take you the 10-minute walk to your house.

"I'll just wait." You had to remind yourself not to get too deep into your words.

"Yo te llevo.” (I'll give you a ride.) He quickly said. "A ride." The way the 'r' rolled off his mouth was enough to make you dizzy.

"Are you sure?" This couldn't be happening. This genuinely couldn't be happening.

"Of course, I'm sure," he repeated, smiling. This couldn't be happening.

It couldn't.

That night, you ran together to his car in the rain, laughing. He opened the door for you, even though it meant a few extra minutes of water poured on him.

You gave him directions through your phone, and you learned how to say "cuadras" (blocks) to guide someone next time, and he kept telling you something you didn't understand, but he noticed you were just nodding for him to keep talking.

He said goodbye with a kiss on your cheek. He used a word similar to "custom" to justify it, ‘costumbre’ maybe.

Oh, and you exchanged numbers. It turned out the stranger, Jake Lockley, worked as a taxi driver most nights. You understood that because the words "taxi" and "noche" were in your mental dictionary.

February.

Your first date was a disaster.

You never considered that to spend the day together, you had to exchange more than 5 words, and Jake stained your beautiful pink sundress with an ice cream that didn't even taste that good.

Oh, at some point, you tripped too. You were so focused on trying to understand one of the anecdotes he was telling you that you ended up on the ground with a scraped knee.

That wasn't so bad, though. I mean, you had Jake on one knee, checking yours. He even had you step on his thigh so he could clean you up with his ice cream-covered napkin.

When the day came to an end, he took you home. You noticed he had memorized your address, making it easier for both of you. You hummed a song together to cover the silence of two people who had to resort to other means of communication than talking.

"I had fun." Lie, this hadn't been anything like you imagined a first date, not after reading books or watching movies.

He nodded silently as he got out of the car to open the door for you.

And even though the date was a complete disaster, Jake kissed you.

He kissed you against the closed door of your apartment, holding you by the waist as if you intended to escape from his arms, begging you silently not to separate from him.

"¿Repetimos la próxima semana?” (Second date next week?)

March.

Text messages flowed throughout the weeks. Depending on the day, one or the other used the translator to send messages that the other could understand.

Sometimes they were just silly pictures, mostly of cats. You found a silly liking for sending him videos and photos of different animals in romantic situations, hugging each other and such, with only the description 'us.'

Jake responded ‘nosotros’ with different emojis depending on the day. He liked the white heart.

His car became familiar to you, as well as the late-night drives with music. You wondered if Jake had started neglecting his work to spend more time with you, and although it sounded selfish, you didn't care much.

You enjoyed his company.

April.

Your fingers played with his curls while both of you rested comfortably on your bed, you on the pillows, Jake on your abdomen.

He was surprisingly interested in one of the old books you hadn't touched in a long time.

"Jake?" He immediately put the book down to look at you. "Can you help me with a word?"

"¿Ahora?" (Now?) he asked.

"Right now."

"¿Cuál palabra?" (Which word?) He closed his eyes as your fingers continued to enjoy playing with his hair. It was so soft that the gentle caresses you gave were enough to mess it up.

"Boyfriend."

"Novio." You stretched your free hand with difficulty. He opened his eyes again, looking at you with interest as you struggled in the least attractive way to open one of your drawers with one hand. Something cracked in it.

You put the bag of Cheetos on his chest, clearing your throat afterwards.

"¿Quieres ser mi novio?” (Do you want to be my boyfriend?)

May.

"Jake?"

The car hadn't started yet when he turned to look at you, raising his eyebrows as if to ask what was wrong. You stretched enough to touch his knuckles, which were marked with a purple tone and scraped.

Your gaze went to him. It was as if both of you knew how to communicate through looks.

"No sé qué me pasó. Mi teoría es que golpee algo mientras dormía.” (I don't know what happened. My theory is that I hit something while asleep.) He frowned as he extended his fingers to get a better view of them. It looked like he had beaten up someone, and he couldn't deny that it hurt, especially when he gripped the steering wheel of the car.

"Are you still having those strange dreams?"

"Weird dreams," Jake whispered to himself as a way to remember your words. "Sí, sueños raros.” (Yes, weird dreams.)

You pursed your lips without saying more as you brushed his knuckles with your thumb, as gently as you could.

"Let's go." You finally gave in, returning to your seat with an unconvincing gesture.

June.

"I don't understand football." You said as you walked hand in hand, leaning some of your weight against his body.

Technically, neither of you were drunk; you were just flushed from the heat of the alcohol, giggly and a little tipsy. Jake had mentioned how funny it would be to go to one of those bars where they show football games for fans, even though neither of you were fans. Choosing a team randomly to support, drinking things with strange names, and maybe sharing spicy wings sounded like a good plan.

That was your Friday night.

"Tampoco yo.” (Neither do I.) Jake was doing his best not to laugh. He failed miserably.

When you reached his car, you leaned your body against it, and your hands ended up on your boyfriend's shirt. He immediately knew what you wanted, bringing both hands to your waist and leaning forward, closer.

"Is it hot here, or was it the 4 margaritas we drank?" You whispered while trying to contain your smile.

"Debe ser ese vestido.” (It must be that dress.) His lips brushed against yours. The sudden change in his voice made you shiver, so husky. “O por lo menos es lo que me está poniendo caliente a mi.” (At least I know that's what's making me hot.) It was the last thing he said before kissing you as if his life depended on it.

You moaned into his mouth, pressed between his body and the car. The kiss was wet as his mischievous hands slid under your dress, squeezing your ass firmly enough for it to hurt. Not in a bad way. "Jake." You complained as you looked around to make sure no one was walking by to see you.

"Date la vuelta.” (Turn around.) Apparently, your Spanish only worked in moments of convenience because you obeyed immediately. You turned your body with difficulty, mainly because he refused to let go of you. You felt his erection against you as soon as your cheek collided with the cold metal of the car. He was rubbing against your ass while biting your neck to his liking, sucking and licking your skin until he marked it. "Fuck, Jake." You whispered with your eyes closed. You could have cum right there with just his kisses and soft touches. Fortunately, he was more considerate because one of the hands that rested on your waist little by little went between your legs, your dress was already raised enough to only have to worry about your panties, he brushed his fingers over your abdomen before sliding his middle finger between your lips. First he wetted it well before moving up to your clit. His touch made you tremble and hiss. "¿Un par de besos te tienen así, corazón?” (A couple of kisses have you like this, sweetheart?) You could hear the smirk on his lips as his finger traced circles against your most sensitive area. "Imagínate como será cuando esté dentro de ti.” (Imagine how it will be like when I'm inside you.) A shameless moan escaped from you. "Eso quieres, ¿No?” (You want that, don't you?) He kept talking in your ear while he distributed one or two kisses between your neck and your shoulder. “Sentirme duro. Profundo.” (To feel me hard. Deep.) He simulated thrusts between each word, his hip pushing yours harder against the car and against his hand that kept playing with your pussy to make you whimper. You nodded without opening your eyes. "Con palabras." (Use your words.) He said clicking his tongue.

"Yes please." You begged desperately while trying to get air through your mouth. "Buena niña.” (Good girl.) You swallowed the complaint of feeling him take his hand out of your panties, just because you immediately heard how he started to unbutton his jeans. "Escupe.” (Spit.) You could feel his girth between your legs, letting you know that there were no more clothes involved. You took a few seconds to be able to clean the fingers that were inside you before with your tongue, making Jake groan just by imagining what you would do with your mouth in another situation. When you were satisfied you spat into the palm of his hand as requested. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and covered it with your saliva. He used the same hand to accommodate it between your lips. A sigh of relief left your mouth when you finally felt it inside you. A muffled whimper accompanied the way your muscles suddenly relaxed, as if that was what you needed. "Mierda, amor." (Shit, love.) As Jake's forehead rested against your shoulder, he muttered under his breath. "Voy a terminar rápido si sigues apretándome así.” (I'm going to finish fast if you keep squeezing me like this.) His voice made you dizzy, you mentally thanked all those days you spent understanding each other because his words could have been enough to push you to the limit. It didn't take long for both of you to pick up a delicious rhythm. When he pushed his hip forward, you pushed back to make him go deeper. When he was pulling back, you were pulling forward almost taking his member all the way out to prepare for his next thrust. You were so close you had to bite the hand he put to your mouth to keep from screaming. "¿Vas a terminar para mi, mi vida?” (Are you going to finish for me, my life?) He whimpered. Oh god, he fucking whimpered. He had a desperate tone to his voice, almost like he was comforting you. "Déjame sentirlo, por favor, por favor.” (Let me feel it, please, please.) This time it was he who was begging. Your saliva had started running against Jake's hand. You were seeing stars from squeezing your eyes shut, and how close you were wasn't helping at all. The spasms had started around him, and without warning, the inevitable happened. He finished inside of you. His cum being pushed deeper inside you with each thrust he took to finish his orgasm was enough for you to reach yours. "Amor, carajo.” (Love, damn it.) His voice cracked at the sensitivity combining with your walls squeezing him every few seconds. You were milking him. "Te amo.” (I love you.) He whispered as his breath interrupted each of his words. That was the first time he said it.

July.

The only thing that relaxed you was that this 360° turn apparently had nothing to do with you.

Jake was someone else.

His flirty and playful personality was just a memory to you. Under his eyes, there were huge dark circles since his dreams had become crazier and more frequent.

There were unexplained wounds on his body, according to him. Or sometimes there were none, but he felt the pain throughout his body, as if a truck had run over him, he said.

He became silent, as if he felt he was talking too much when he started to let out words about what was happening. He still hugged and kissed you, still spent afternoons with you and continued to respond “nosotros" to your silly animal photos.

But something wasn't right. There was something so... strange.

You did what you could to work on it, to let it pass.

Even if it cost you the trust in your relationship.

August.

Your hands trembled as you dialed his number for the tenth time that night. Maybe you were being dramatic, but Jake always made sure to let you know when he had returned home.

The sudden change that had occurred in him over the past 3 months didn't help at all. You wouldn't last a lifetime without wondering why his body kept producing wounds he claimed not to remember, or about those days of complete dissociation on his part, when he swore you were playing with him when you told him it was Saturday and not Wednesday.

"I just want to know you're okay." You whispered with a broken voice to the voicemail. "Please, just tell me you're okay."

There was no response that night. You couldn't sleep either.

The next day, when he showed up at your doorstep with the dark circles you had learned to get used to over the days, your body's first reaction was to push him with all your strength. It was only enough to make him stagger.

"You're an idiot." You spat the words, your eyes flooded with tears.

"Me quedé dormido anoche, perdón.” (I fell asleep, I'm sorry.) He didn't even seem to believe the words coming out of his mouth, but how could he explain to you what was happening in his life if he didn't even know what the hell was going on?

"How much longer do you plan on lying to me?" You didn't care that people passing by on the street saw you both as crazy. You in your pajamas, him leaning against the car as a method of protection.

"No te estoy mintiendo." (I’m not lying to you.) He raised his voice a little, letting out a lot of the feelings he had been suppressing for a while.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" The worst part was that you also had things bottled up inside you, the worry for him being the thing that choked you every day, squeezing tighter and tighter.

"Creo que no quieres entenderme.” (I think you don't want to understand me.) He was angry. You had never heard him like this, especially not directed at you. "Creo que ni siquiera estás intentando.” (I think you're not even trying.)

Damn the day you started to understand his words.

"I'm not understanding you, Jake?" You had already broken into tears. Your finger collided against his chest in an accusatory manner while he seemed unaffected, even though inside he was falling apart.

It was too much for him. Everything was too much.

"I've been trying for months to ignore what you're hiding from me." It was so difficult to argue in this way that frustration was suffocating you.

"¡No te estoy ocultando una mierda!” (I'm not hiding shit from you!) You snapped.

With fear.

Mid-sentence, Jake had reached out a hand to push you. Not with much force, just enough to separate you from his chest.

In seconds, he became aware of what he had done. If the car wasn't behind him, he would have moved even further away from you. He was overwhelmed by fear too.

He was losing himself as he had suspected.

"Me tengo que ir.” (I have to go.)

"Jake Lockley, if you leave, I don't want you to come back." Tired of seeing him run away from the problems, you resorted to the last card you would have liked to play.

You were foolish to think he would risk hurting you again. The last thing you heard was the sound of the engine accelerating to get away from you as fast as possible.

September.

The first part of September is blurry. You did your best to survive without him, but the days passed so quickly that you began to question if you were alive or just living in a bad dream that had lasted longer than necessary.

It was as if Jake was dead to you, without any sign, without any notice, nothing.

He simply disappeared.

The clear countdown of the days begins on the 13th, when your phone lit up to notify you that he wasn't doing much better than you.

✉: ¿Podemos hablar? (Can we talk?)

✉: Estoy perdido. (I'm lost.)

It hurt not having him, but it hurt more to see Jake's well-being. Not knowing how he was, where he was, what he was doing after that tragic day tormented you.

You replied, and the most important relationship in your life turned into a series of midnight calls where you tried to understand what your ex-boyfriend was mumbling from the solitude of his car.

You had friendships that had started in stranger ways than this, you could endure this.

Make it work.

October.

"Trick or treat." Mentally, he slapped himself for how ridiculous his way of reappearing was.

A half-smile appeared on your lips as you opened the door and came face to face with an embarrassed Jake, wearing your favorite leather jacket and both hands in his pockets as if he was waiting to be scolded by you.

"I doubt any of these things don't have artificial coloring number 4." That was your only response as you leaned your body against the door frame. With one hand, you held the huge container of candies that came out of hiding every Halloween.

"Estaba por aquí.” (I was around here.) Jake pointed back, the path that led to the supermarket, or at least that's what you assumed. He had a very lame excuse to see you, but that worked for you. The interest was enough. "Y pensé en venir a saludar.” (And I thought of coming. To say hi.)

"I'm watching Friday The 13th." You looked behind him. Children approached with shyness, seeking candy. "Come in, let me finish with the candies."

Your smile was so genuine that Jake's heart skipped a beat. How had he lasted so long without you? Those lost 3 months would always be present in the multiple mistakes he made.

That night, you kissed until it hurt. Until your lips hurt from bites, until the skin of his neck burned from love bites, until his fingers became imprinted on your waist. "I love you." You said between moans as the movie gave you an almost unreal vision of who the love of your life was. Flashes in white, in red, even in black showing you how beautiful he was from any angle or lighting. He made your sofa creak as he raised his hip toward you, thrusting into you even deeper if that was possible. "I love you, Jake." You repeated with a broken voice while your little jumps gained more strength. Your body was already exhausted, your legs were shaking and your hair stuck to your forehead and neck from sweat but emotionally you refused to get away from him. "Te amo. Te amo. Te amo.” (I love you. I love you. I love you.) His whispers mixed with his panting. You both seemed to be on the verge of tears. "Don't go away again." Your fingers tightened on his chest, scratching at his skin as you had done many times before. "Don't ever leave me again, Jake." The way you said his name burned in his heart. He brought a hand to one of yours to squeeze them on his chest, making you feel his agitated heartbeat. There was no need to say more, not while your kisses, movements and moans spoke for themselves. That night, as you rested on his chest after an orgasm that made you both shake from head to toe, he promised you never to leave. "Mi vida.” (My life.) He repeated as his fingers untangled your hair and your weight on him increased as you drifted off to sleep. "Mi cielo. Mi corazón.” (My darling. My heart.) He whispered in your ear. "Mi todo." (My everything.)

November.

Everything with Jake was stupidly easy.

Laughing, singing, existing.

As easy as in the romantic comedies you used to love watching before you met him. And it's not that you had forgotten about those because of him, but now you enjoyed watching action movies, those that allow you to get distracted without losing track of the plot.

You didn't press him to talk about what happened in those months, knowing that there were still a thousand secrets between you because you still saw strange bruises on his body, marks on his knuckles, or felt him getting up in the early hours of the morning when he stayed over with you.

"Leave me alone!" You ran down the hallway, laughing with him trailing behind. Probably restraining himself because it would be impossible for him not to catch you with his eyes closed.

He wrapped an arm around you to press you against his chest and used the other to prevent both of you from crashing into the wall. He was laughing too.

"Do you give up?" He squeezed you tighter with his arm.

"Never! Let me go!"

The laughter almost made it difficult for you to speak.

"Come back to me, and I'll let you go."

The seconds of silence churned his stomach.

"What?"

"I mean..." He cleared his throat. "Officially. Would you be my girlfriend? Please?"

It almost seemed like he was begging you.

You reassured his fears with a kiss.

December.

"I don't understand how you can eat these things." You took a deep breath through your mouth, sticking out your tongue, already reddened by the red dye number 6, to seek some relief from the burning sensation.

Jake was setting down a fifth box from his arms. He sighed, tired.

"No puedo creer que no me estés ayudando.” (I can't believe you're not helping me.) He approached you to steal one of the Cheetos from your bag while you licked your fingers. "Te dije que uses palillos chinos, así evitas el polvo.” (I told you to use chopsticks, that way you avoid getting your fingers dusty.)

"The dust is the best part." You popped your thumb out of your mouth.

"Disgusting." He feigned a look of disgust as he settled between your legs, resting a hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"You didn't say that when..."

"¡Dios mío!" (My God!) He gasped, biting his lower lip to suppress his laughter. He leaned forward, stealing a chaste kiss from you. "Compórtate.” (Behave.)

"Are there many more boxes left? I didn't think you had so much stuff in your apartment." You pushed the box aside as you leaned forward to prolong your kisses.

"This is my apartment." He whispered with a smile against your lips.

"Touché." Your fingers slowly roamed his shirt collar before pulling him closer with a tug on the fabric. "What if you take a break?"

Jake's hands were already on his pants, figuring out how to unbutton his jeans without separating from your body.

"I'm never going to stop unpacking." He complained as his lips began to descend towards your neck.

Ok now that I have written happy endings for the three of them I’m sick of them, lol, I’ll try to get angst-ier with these thingies

[bravo4iscool]

i‘ve been asked to give this little ‚false signs‘ thing a happy ending and while i believe that i can‘t do that since this piece of work from me is a little too personal and based on real events (lol) i want to give you a kind of ‚ending‘ nevertheless.

people i thought might want to be tagged - @samthereader1 @alittlejudgemental @lilliumrorum

(masterlist | false signs masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

it was the evening of the marine ball and well, you weren‘t going. you decided so the very second simon told you he‘s got someone else. perhaps it was childish but he hurt your feelings and you couldn‘t just ignore the way your heart shattered to pieces.

so, you sat in front of your tv, watching the lastest season of bridgerton (please don‘t blame me guys, i‘m OBSESSED with this series😭) and nibbling at a bottle of water. it was safe to say that you were surprised when there was a knock on your door.

you scrambled to your feet and walked over to your door, opening it. „simon,“ your hand tightens around your door knob, your knuckles turning white. „what are you doing here?“

„‘taking you t‘the ball,“ he simply says with a slightly tilted head. „why‘re y’not ready?“ he wants to know, pushing himself past you into your flat. he turns around, eying you. „get ready.“

you stare at him for a second before you close the door. „no.“

„what ‘no‘?“ he frowns.

you plant your hands on your hips „i said no, simon.“

„but why?“

„because i am tired of being the second choice, alright?“ you try not to spit it into his face, balling your hands into fists beside you. „i don‘t want your pity simon! i don‘t want to only be considered because you feel guilty!“ you take a deep breath and try to calm down.

he searches for your eyes and takes a step in your direction. „you‘re not-“ he starts but you raise your hands to stop him.

„don‘t try to talk yourself out of it now. you‘re making it worse. i‘ve accepted the fact that i won‘t be someone’s number one but i don‘t need a constant reminder of it. you wouldn‘t have thought of me if i hadn‘t mentioned it at all, i want it to stay that way. just leave me alone, okay?“

he doesn‘t want to leave you alone. he wants to- he doesn‘t know what he wants…

„but-“

you sigh and massage the bridge of your nose. „leave simon, please. take her to the ball and be happy. i‘m fine.“ you know you‘re lying to yourself but you always have done it, no? lying to yourself, manipulating yourself… it‘s all you know.

he doesn‘t know what to say at that. he keeps still and eyes you. he knows he fucked up; he can see it your eyes and he hates himself for it.

„i‘m sorry,“ he says before he strides over to you to take you in his arms. „‘m sorry…“

you relax into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. „don‘t be. it‘s…alright.“

[xxsycamore]

Hi! There are so many great options in the list, and now I’m confused which one I like the most 🤣 lol jk

Anyways, can I ask Kyle Ash x MC + 13 (Voyeurism) + “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”? I forgot the number sorry :(

Thank you! Have a great Sunday, Mo 🖤

Eirene dear thank you so much for requesting me! I had lots of fun writing this and I hope you’ll like it!! Thank you for the support as always and I‘m wishing you a great day, too!  💕💕💕

- KINKTOBER DAY 13 - Stay a little longer - [ KYLE/MC ]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,095

Relationship: F/M; Kyle Ash/MC (Alice)

Tags:  Voyeurism; Accidental Voyeurism; Masturbation; Quickies; Vaginal Sex; Creampie; Morning Sex

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Written for my Visions of Temptation Kinktober 2021 challenge. [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [DAY 6] [DAY 7] [DAY 8] [DAY 9] [DAY 10] [DAY 11] [DAY 12]

DAY 13 - Voyeurism + “Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

Alice turns her head on the pillow, trying to remain in the embrace of sleep for a little longer. She blindly searches for a familiar warmth to curl into, and is disappointed to find none - the other side of the bed being cold and empty. Hugging the excessive bedsheets and pressing her knees to her chest, she decides to lay in bed for a little longer, even if alone.

Her half-sleeping mind craves for Kyle, for his sweet morning kisses and the hoarse note to his voice when he greets her good morning. She's been meaning to ask him for his plans for the upcoming week, and then about some work maters, and after that, maybe, hint about going out for dinner in the evening. Unfortunately, it would seem that duty has once again whisked her lover away from their shared bed.

Kyle, Kyle, Kyle… All of her barely conscious thoughts are filled with the man, and perhaps the subconscious ones too. He lingers at the back of her mind, making her wonder if he appeared in her dreams that night, too. Nuzzling her head further down the pillow, she smiles at how helplessly in love she seems to be with the man.

With knees pressed to her chest, she can't help but arch her back, sticking out her bottom a little more. The absence of Kyle's body where she'd normally press into playfully is painfully noticeable - and she feels lonely, empty. Horny.

Concentrating on the emptiness inside her as the only thing her sleepy mind feels content with bearing the task of doing, and she squeezes her thighs further. She might be imagining the wetness between them, but it might as well be the aftermath of receiving Kyle's load inside her the previous night.

She wishes he was there to see it trickling out of her with the new gush of juices of her own. Imagining his reaction, she wonders why is she even surprised to realize that she is once again thinking of him.

Reaching out a hand behind her, she tries playing with herself at this different angle just for the fun of it. It really does feel a little different, a little like she's not the one doing it.

And it's blissful. Her body is still so relaxed by a good night's sleep, soft, and accepting of the two fingers she slips inside. The angle prevents her from getting them deep inside but fortunately it's just enough to brush against her g-spot.

Rockling against her hand, she tries to close her pried open lips as to prevent drooling on the pillow, but the need to moan is stronger. The only word on her tongue is his name.

"Kyle, Kyle…"

The sound of someone whistling mixes in her moans. Alice's eyes shoot open as she moves in a hurry to reposition herself as if hiding the obvious.

"When did you-"

"Since the beginning." Kyle unhooks the stethoscope from around his neck, settling it at his bedroom desk, and proceeds taking off his white coat. Alice recognizes the gesture. He would never discard anything from his body if he was just dropping by.

"You were watching me… You can be so fucking perverted, you know that?"

Curling on her side again, Alice hides her flushed cheeks from Kyle, fully well knowing that her ass is now on display for his curious eyes. She senses the mattress dipping with Kyle's weight, and soon wet kisses are being pressed to her naked shoulder.

“Don’t tease me. You wouldn’t like to see me mad.”

Kyle nibbles playfully on her shoulder, making her yelp and chuckle as they bicker for a bit over who is the perverted one in the situation. Alice is not sure if the love bites that Kyle leaves on the curve of her shoulder count as seeing him mad. If that's so, she figures she should tease him more often. But as he moves back to a sitting position, she curiously lets him explain himself.

"I came to fetch one of my medicine books for reference. I opened the door slowly, trying not to wake you up…"

A haphazard rustle of clothing could be heard as if Kyle is that impatient to get out of his pants. With the briefest brush of his cock against her flushed thighs, she is sure that this is the truth itself.

"…But you weren't sleeping. And I stayed. And watched."

"Pervert…"

With his cock poking at Alice's entrance, she hurries to roll on her stomach, but Kyle is fast to interrupt, getting a hold of her wrist and wordlessly telling her to stay on her place. She remains laying on her side with an arm wrapped under her knees as Kyle pushes his dick deep inside her, hovering over her close enough to connect their lips into that longed-for morning kiss they never got to share.

If she was fortunate to hit her spot easily from the previous angle, the one Kyle is providing right now it's blowing her mind away. His hips meet hers in an inferno of noisy wetness that leads her straight to the peak of pleasure, and she intertwines her fingers with Kyle's in a firm grip that tells him all about her approaching orgasm.

Kyle's breathing starts coming out ragged as he speeds up his thrusts, eager to meet her in it. With a passionate kiss that falls just a little shy of their lips and a whispered I love you, they both reach their orgasm. The only thing Alice catches herself wishing for right now that she's been provided with another shot of warmth in her depths, is to resume the bliss of drifting to sleep with Kyle next to her.

 It's devastating to let him go, and Alice's grumpiness shows in the way she clasps on red locks until Kyle's head is pushed to her chest in a rather suffocating matter. The medic wonders if his girlfriend would honestly prefer him dead than away from their love nest.

"It's not fair. I should get to watch you too, some time."

If he wasn't protesting the slow death earlier, now for the sake of looking her in the eye Kyle puts more effort in freeing himself from her arms. Looking into his Alice's cute pout, he is now sure that she was indeed talking about his previous act of accidental voyeurism.

"I should start locking the door then…" The way he moves his gaze away is probably telling away the tang of shyness that lingers in those supposedly teasing words.

"Kyle!"

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[madmilkboi]

pls the “asking your bf to buy a nonexistent menstrual product” was so funny !!! if it’s not too much trouble can you do it with iwaizumi, tendou, & atsumu?

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━🧋⌒*. Asking your boyfriend to buy you a non-existent feminine product

summary: asking them to buy la pusé delight

genre: crack kinda, fluff, kinda suggestive lol

warning/s: curse words, mentions of vibrators (again lol) 🥶 Atsumu getting mad and buying you the true la pusé delight 😃👍🏼

a/n: here u goooo lol i had fun writing this

here's part 1 if u haven't read it yet :D

₍ ♡ ₎ atsumu, iwaizumi,tendou

• While you were scrolling through your phone watching tiktoks

• you came across a certain video where a girl asks her boyfriend to buy her a non-existent feminine product

• and of course you liked the idea

• so why not try it with your lovely boyfriend, Atsumu

• as atsumu was driving home a sudden call interrupted his focus on the road

• he clicked his tongue and answered it since his phone was connected to his car

• "and why did my sweet rose flower call me while I'm driving, hmm?" He asked

• "I'm having period pains" you answered making your voice as convincing as possible

• "okay and?" He joked, letting out a laugh

• "what do you need, baby?" He asked, worry was visible in his tone

• "can you buy me the 'la pusé delight'?" You held in your laugh

• "that sounds like a toy" he mumbled

• "but it's not...please buy it for me" you pleaded

• Atsumu sighed and answerwd a small ok

• he ended the call and immediately turned to the nearest store he could find

• he parked his car and went inside

• he walked to the feminine products aisle and looked for "la pusé delight"

• but to his dismay he couldn't find anything

• and so he asked a nearby employee

• "excuse me, do you have..." he paused embarrassed of the name of the product

• "how may i help you, sir?" She asked

• "do you have...la pusé delight?" He asked his voice getting smaller

• "la what sir?" The employee had a big smile on her face, Atsumu mentally punched himself

• "la pusé...delight" he muttered

• "I'm sorry sir" the employee held in her laugh "but we don't have that product" she smiled

• "do you think other stores have it?" He asked

• "i don't think that even exists sir" she answered

• "oh okay, thank you" he left the store slightly pissed

• he went inside his car letting out a loud sigh

• "so that's how it is huh" he lets out a devilish grin and went to a secluded area

• after buying something he immediately drove home

• "just wait till i get home" he mumbled looking at the paper bag on the passenger seat

• you paused the game on your phone after hearing a knock on the door

• you went downstairs and opened the door

• you smiled seeing him

• "here you go, baby" he gave you the bag and placed a kiss on your forehead

• "oh...you bought it" you muttered confused as to why the product existed

• "open it" he ordered

• you fished through the bag and grabbed it

• there revealed a pink vibrator

• "Atsumu what the fuck?" You looked at it, your eyebrows furrowed

• "the true la pusé delight!" He exclaimed

• mental note: never try on pranking atsumu

• "want to try it?" He winked

• "no, thank you" you gave it to him walking upstairs

• "i don't take no for an answer" he lifted you bridal style and carried you to the bedroom wearing a little smile

• hehe ;)

• you were on your phone while waiting for your husband, Iwaizumi

• And a friend of yours sent you a video with a message saying "you should do this with Iwa lol"

• You watched it and thought that a little prank wouldn't hurt, right?

• you looked at the store's door and saw him coming out with bags of groceries

• He placed the bags on the trunk and walked to the driver's seat, opening it

• "Darling, can you please go back and buy me la pusé delight?" You batted your eyelashes

• Knowing him, he's probably irritated that he needs to go back

• "and that's for?" He asked

• "My period, it hurts" you rubbed your stomach and gave him a pitiful look

• his gaze softened, he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer to him

• He placed a kiss on your forehead and told you to wait

• he went out of the car and walked back to the store

• He casually walked to the feminine products aisle and looked for la pusé delight

• but he couldn't find it, he slowly got irritated to the point where his eyes were narrowed and his breaths were getting heavier

• After a few more minutes of looking

• he gave up and went back to the car

• He closed the door with a loud thud

• "sorry" he sighed "i couldn't find it" he clicked his tongue, his breaths still heavy

• "Hajime, calm down" you held his hand

• "how can i calm down knowing you're in pain?" He asked, looking at you

• "It's a prank hehe" you looked at him, that was a dumb decision to tell him

• he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a smile

• he let out a laugh, an irritated laugh to be specific

• "Baby, darling, the love of my life" he started

• "You did this because?" He asked

• "a friend said so!" You exclaimed not wanting to give him the name of the friend

• "Who?" He asked

• "You'll probably drop kick him off the atmosphere if i tell you" you mumbled

• "it's oikawa isn't it?" He smiled and grabbed your phone, he dialed a number and after a few seconds the person that he was calling picked up

• "so how did it go? Y/n-chan?" Oikawa asked

• "I will throw a barbell to your head and punch you off the atmosp-"

• You grabbed your phone from him

• "it kinda worked but he's mad at you.." you glanced at him "and me probably" you mumbled

• "Anyways, don't bother on coming back to Japan if you want to live! Love you~ bye" you ended the call and looked at Iwaizumi with a big smile

• "i can never get mad at you, you know that" his lips formed a small grin

• "Now let's go back home" he started the car

• while driving you and him talked about ways on how to prank Oikawa when he comes back

• you pacing back and forth on the living room while holding your phone

• And your groupchat was blowing up full of texts

• you decided on reading all the texts they sent and discovered that everybody was pulling a prank on their boyfriends

• all of them were telling each other how it went, some went well while others didn't

• And they were all insisting that you should try it too since it was fun

• and since you were bored, why not?

• It's just a harmless prank, it won't hurt him

• as tendou was about to drive back home, his phone rung

• he smiled seeing the caller ID

• "Hello, sweetheart" he beamed

• "Hi...can you please buy me uhh..." you paused wanting to make it convincing as possible

• "What? Name it. I'll buy it for you"

• "La pusé delight" you told him

• "i know it sounds weird but it's for period pains"

• "It definitely sounds weird...it's like a name for a vibrator" he muttered

• "but i will buy it of course, you just wait there sweet heart!" He ended the call and drove to the nearest store he could find

• He exited his car and went inside

• he silently walked t9 the feminine products aisle and immediately looked for it

• he searched every nook and cranny but he couldn't find "la pusé delight"

• And so he left the store with a frown

• And as he was about to get in his car, a loud meow emitted from the back of his car

• he checked the back and saw a kitten, on the ground

• He picked it up and surprisingly the cat didn't show any signs of discomfort

• it didn't have a tag or anything so why not take it home?

• He bopped the kitten's nose and entered the car

• he took of his jacket and placed it on his lap for the kitten to sit on

• The whole drive the kitten was comfortable, it was calm and wasn't very much of a hyper cat

• he parked the car on the driveway and gently held the kitten to his chest covering it with his jacket

• He opened the door and saw you lying on the couch, focused on your phone

• you looked at the door and saw Satori holding his jacket really close to his chest

• You texted your friends first that tendou's here and would tell them whether the prank was successful or not

• "did you get it?" You asked

• "No but i have something much better" he smiled, showing the kitten hiding inside his jacket

• you smiled and opened your phone texting your friend's that you're boyfriend's the sweetest angel to ever walk on Earth

• "Where did you find it?" You asked, gently stroking the kitten's head

• "i found it outside, at the back of my car" he explained

• Finding him cute, you gave him a kiss on the cheek

• He let's out a cheeky smile and gave you a kiss back

• the whole night you and him were suggesting names for the kitten

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[prettyboyjackhughes]

-It’ll all be worth it in the end- |M. Marner| [Part 2]

Here is Part 2!! Thanks again to @workhorsefromwhitehorse24​ for all her help on this! Love all the support on the first part, thank you!! Let me know what you think!

After the game, which the Flyers won 2-0, giving Carter a shutout, Grace and I convinced him to go out with us. Nolan tags along which means most of the boys will show up wherever we go. I was secretly hoping that Mitch and his friends would show up where we ended up but I figured it probably wouldn’t work out like that.

“Wake up Sawyer Mae.” Carter says, coming out of the locker room and snapping me out of the daze I was in. He obviously still wanted to know where I had been before the game.

“So now are you gonna tell me where you were before the game?” He asks, hugging Grace to his side. Nolan comes out, followed by TK and a few of the other younger guys.

“I got lost. I told you that. I don’t know this arena.” He crosses his arms and tries to hide a glare.

“I ended up over at the Leafs’ locker room and ran into one of their players. He showed me where to go.” This time, he doesn’t even try to hide the glare.

“You’re kidding me. Why can’t you just do what I ask you to, for once? I told you to stay away from hockey boys. Come meet me before the game so we can do our handshake. And somehow, you just happen to end up in the other team’s locker room?” Grace steps back, leaving the two of us. She’s been around for enough of our arguments like this to not get involved anymore.

“Hartsy, it’s not a big deal. She just got lost.” Nolan says, stepping up next to me. I glance up at Nolan and shake my head.

“Come on Carter, it’s nothing. You can’t control my life.” I say, stabbing my finger into his chest. I turn on my heel and walk away, linking arms with Grace as I walk past.

“Dude, she’s 21. I’m pretty sure she can handle herself.” Joel Farabee says, reaching up to pat Carter’s shoulder. Nolan’s eyes are on me as Grace and I as we walk down the hallway.

“You’re a good big brother, Hartsy. But she’s not a kid anymore. She can take care of herself.” TK says, nudging Carter.

“I’m the big bad brother who’s gonna scare all the boys away.” Nolan says, imitating Carter. Carter finally lightens up a little and laughs along with his friends.

“So what exactly are you planning? Does this involve the number 16?” Grace asks quietly, leaning towards me.

“Possibly...But you’d better not say a word to Carter. I’m not dealing with him throwing a fit again just yet.” Grace nods, but takes a deep breath. I pull out my phone and search up what little I know about Mitch. His instagram pops up and I click on it. Grace watches over my shoulder as we stand by Carter’s car. Suddenly, Nolan was behind me too.

“Uh oh...Another one?” He asks, pointing at Mitch’s profile picture, showing him in his uniform. I nod and press the follow button. Just as quickly, I type up a DM to him, saying hey and who I was. After I send the message, I hand my phone to Nolan to avoid any drunk messages or calls tonight. I’ll probably end up with Nolan taking me home tonight because Grace and I always drink just a little too much, leaving Carter and Nolan to take care of us. Carter finally gets to the car and we pile in, leaving Nolan’s car there for us to get tomorrow. It’s an oddly quiet car ride to Trilogy, the club we usually always start our nights out at. Carter hates it which means he and Grace will probably spend most of it sitting in a booth. Every once in a while, Grace can convince him to dance but he has to be in a really good mood for that.

“Your phone buzzed.” Nolan says, nudging me and handing me my phone as we park around the corner from the club. I follow him out of the car and check my phone as we walk in. His arm rests protectively around my shoulders, guiding me as I read what’s on my phone. Mitch answered the DM.

Sawyermhart: Hey Mitch, I’m the girl you tried to kill lol I just wanted to say hey and that I really liked getting to talk to you tonight and would love to talk to you more

Marner_93: Hey! Yeah, sorry about taking you out...Hope you’re okay. I wouldn’t mind talking, you do kinda owe me after the shutout your brother pulled on us tonight haha

Sawyermhart: okay okay Mitch. When do you guys leave to go back to Toronto? Wanna meet up? There’s a few of us going out tonight

Marner_93: Our plane doesn’t leave until late tomorrow night, probably around the same time your boys will leave. I’ll see if a few of the boys wanna come out. Where at?

Sawyermhart: We’re gonna start at Trilogy and then go from there. See you in a few?

Marner_93: Sounds good!

I look up as Nolan nudges me inside the building. Since it was early on a Tuesday night, the club wasn’t that busy. There were a few people wandering around, the music was pretty quiet too, for once, something Carter would be happy about. He always complains that when we go out that the music is too loud and he would rather stay home and drink there.

“Mitch and a few of his teammates are gonna meet us here.” I whisper-yell, standing on my tiptoes to reach Nolan’s ear. He looks down at me with eyebrows raised.

“You’re really gonna drive your brother insane Baby Cat.” I smile evilly and nod.

“Tell Travis to play nice.” I toss over my shoulder as I walk to the bar. I ordered Nolan and I both a Tequila shot, a little tradition I forced him to start with me a little over a year ago, which definitely started before I was legal. Before we can drink anything else or do anything else, no matter where we are, we have to take a Tequila shot together. As I’m walking back over, Carter is walking towards me.

“You’d better not get too crazy tonight, our flight leaves at 3:30 tomorrow and you still have to pack.” I nod as he passes me, then roll my eyes.

“I saw that!” He calls over his shoulder. As I walk back to the booth, I see a guy start walking towards me. Nolan sees this and stands, hurrying to my side. The guy saw Nolan and automatically turned around, I coughed, trying to cover my laugh as Nolan nudged me towards the booth. It was rare that I went out without Nolan anymore. He was the reason I had basically stopped getting hit on anymore, which sometimes sucked but it kept the creeps away.

“Cute boy watching you…” Grace said, sliding close to me as Nolan and I sat down next to her and Carter in the booth. I looked up and immediately saw Mitch and a few of his teammates who had just walked in the door. His eyes followed my every move. He waved and my stomach flipped. Grace practically had to shove me out of the booth.

“Go talk to him!” Carter overheard that comment and turned to look.

“No way. Sit down, Sawyer.” As soon as the words left his mouth, I turned on my heel and headed for Mitch. I could hear him getting mad like he always does and Grace having to talk him down while Nolan just laughed. I know Nolan is watching me, making sure he doesn’t have to step in and save me.

“Hey Mitch!” I say, sliding in next to him at the bar. He turns to look at me, a drink in his hand already. His eyes light up and he grins.

“Sawyer!” He says, nudging the guy standing behind him, who also turns around.

“Oh is this the hot girl you tried to kill?” The guy asks, looking me up and down. Mitch and I laugh as the guy watches, amused.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m Sawyer Hart. And you are?” I ask, glancing up at his face then back at Mitch.

“Morgan Rielly. Mitchy calls me Mo.” He says, reaching his hand out. I shake his hand and then glance at Mitch.

“Mitchy? I like that.” I say, laughing and nudging him. He blushes and shrugs.

“You said your last name is Hart? Oh you must be Carter Hart’s sister. Kid put on one hell of a show against us tonight.” I nod, smiling and feeling proud of Carter, even if he is a pain.

“Yeah, he’s my wonderful big brother.” I ask, trying to hide the excitement that I have that Mitch actually showed up.

“Yeah, he did pretty good tonight.” I nod, watching Morgan walk away from us, leaving Mitch and I alone at the bar.

“So...What are your plans for the off-season?” I ask, pushing my hair out of my face and taking a sip of the drink Mitch had ordered for me, a few minutes earlier. I try to hide the face I make, already knowing I’m going to feel this in the morning. Mitch laughs and I smile.

“Oh right. Um, my family and I are heading up to Lake Winnipeg for the summer. My parents own a lake house up there so me and my brother and his family go up there for the off-season.” I nod, smiling. As I glanced around the room, which was still mostly empty even with how late it was, I locked eyes with Carter, who, if looks could kill, Mitch and I would both be dead.

“Hey Mitch, I wanna introduce you to Carter and a few people.” I said, taking his hand and leading him towards the booth that we were occupying. Nolan moved over and Mitch and I sat down, our knees touching.

“Carter, Grace, Pats, this is Mitch Marner. Mitch, this is Carter, my big brother. Grace is his girlfriend and Nolan is my best friend. The other guys are Joel Farabee, Travis Konecny who I think played with you back in the World Juniors, Travis Sanheim, and Phillippe Myers.” They all wave and Mitch waves back. Carter’s glare gets harder.

“Great game tonight by the way, boys. Carter, congrats on the shutout.” Mitch says, looking at Carter who doesn’t even try to hide the glare.

“Thanks.” He says, the word coming out as more of a growl than a word. Grace and I both roll our eyes and I look over at Nolan.

“Shot time. And then you can go get me some fruity drink with too much alcohol in it.” Nolan shakes his head at me but picks up the shot.

“Bottoms up.” We both say, tipping them back as everyone watches, amused. Nolan makes a face like always while I stay straight-faced. He gets up, goes to get my drink and whatever drink he’ll nurse all night and leaves me with Mitch. Everyone else has scattered to either the bar or out to dance.

“So your brother seems to be a big fan of mine.” Mitch says, tipping his head back and taking a drink from his cup.

“That’s just Carter. He’s convinced that every guy is out to get me, maybe even murder me, and that he’s the only one who can protect me. He’s definitely calmed down a bit now that Nolan is around more. But yeah, he sucks.” I say as Nolan brings me back my drink then leaves the two of us to go find Travis.

“Ah. I get it, I mean if my little sister looked like you, I would be pretty protective too.” I blush and smile. As Mitch and I sit there and talk, the more my heart starts to flutter. If this wasn’t all just a game to me, I would’ve fallen so hard, just from spending one night with him. He’s funny, sweet, charming and actually out drank me, which is hard to do. And as I climb into bed that night, I know that things between Mitch and I won’t ever just be for fun. I’m going to fall but will it all be worth it in the end? That night was just the beginning for Mitch and I. Mitch and I played our little game for months. The longer it went on, the more mad and protective Carter got. And as I watched this go down, I knew I couldn’t give up and have Carter win. But the problem was, I was starting to realize that things between Mitch and I were changing. He was starting to become a bigger and bigger part of my life, even from almost 500 miles away. I started to look forward to his texts, calls and pictures more. I scheduled my life around Mitch and the times he could call me. And the longer it went on, the more I started to realize that I was falling for Mitch Marner, the boy with the blue eyes. So I did what I did best when I started to have feelings. I shut down. Grace picked up on it right away, realizing that the bubbly, giggly and very very happy Sawyer that had been spending all my time on my phone, talking to a boy I obviously felt something for, started to shut myself away in my room and stopped talking to that boy. Carter was a lot more oblivious, just happy that I wasn’t giving Mitch the chance to hurt me. He didn’t care that I was making myself miserable. He just wanted me safe and protected, no matter what it cost. Even if it did cost me the one person I cared about more than I’ve ever cared about someone.

I had avoided Mitch’s calls for days. He had texted, called, snap chatted, even DMed me on instagram.  And I felt awful for doing this to him but I couldn’t let myself fall. But one day, about a week after I first started icing him out, I decided to answer a call.

“Sawyer!” He says as I answer the FaceTime call.

“Hi Mitch.” I say, sitting on my bed and tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Is everything okay? I’ve been texting and calling for a week and you haven’t been answering. Did I do something? Did something happen?” He asks, concern in his eyes. My heart cracks a little and I soften.

“No, you didn’t do anything. I needed some time to think things through. Mitch, what are we?” I asked, watching his face.

“What are we? Like friends or…?” He asked, as my heart sank. He thinks of us as just friends.

“No wait, Sawyer. We’re not just friends. I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you.” My eyes widen a little as he starts to talk again.

“When this first all started, I didn’t think it was going to go anywhere. I’ve never heard of something like what we had lasting. I mean, a relationship that was only able to exist over the phone because of the distance between us? Yeah that’s not going to work. But the longer I let it go on, and the longer I talked to you and got to know you, I started to realize that the flutter in my stomach every time your name popped up in my phone was because I actually cared about you. Hell, I like you a lot. And now we’re here and I...I don’t think I can handle not having you in my life, even if this is how things have to be.” I froze.

“So, no. We’re not just friends. I don’t know what we are but we’re not just friends.” He says, finally finishing his speech. I watch him, seeing the honesty in his eyes.

“Mitch...I-I don’t know what to say.” I say, playing with my lip.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just needed to get that off my chest.” And somehow, after his long, drawn out declaration, it made me feel better. But I still couldn’t let those feelings out. So instead of addressing it, I made a joke.

“Awe, is Marner going soft on me?” I said, teasing him.

“Shut up Hartsy. I don’t know why I even try with you.” He says, rolling his eyes and laughing. We spend the rest of the night on FaceTime, something I had missed for the past week. Around 11:30, he puts on music which causes Auston to come into his room and yell at him to turn it down. I laugh, watching Mitch dance around the room as Auston stands in the doorway, shaking his head, wishing I was there with Mitch yet again. Auston waves to me then exits the room again.

“Sawyer!” Carter calls, knocking on the door to my room. He pushes it open and instantly a glare covers his face.

“Why are you talking to him? You're gonna get hurt.” He says, pointing at Mitch.

“Grace come get your boyfriend!” I yell, rolling my eyes.

“I swear, you hurt her and I will...You don’t wanna know what I’ll do.” He says, pointing at Mitch. I push him away, trying to get him out of my room. Grace comes in and gets him out of my room. I follow them to the door and close it behind them, resting my head against the door before returning to Mitch.

“I’m sorry about that, Mitch.” He watches me, having ended his little dance party, his eyes soft.

“Sawyer, it’s okay. But I don’t want to come between you and your brother. I care about you a lot but I don’t want to ruin what you and your brother have.” I shake my head.

“No, it’s fine. He’s too protective sometimes. This happens to be one of those times. He needs to understand that I’m not a little kid anymore and he can’t run my life anymore.” Mitch smirks a little, his eyes on me.

“Hey, so I know we’ve been doing this little thing for a while now, and I was thinking that maybe you would wanna come spend the off-season with me at the lake? I’d really like to spend time with you, not over the phone.” He says, resting his chin on his arms. I freeze, unsure what to do.

“Uh...I gotta go. Nolan’s calling me.” I say, panicking and not even giving him a chance to say goodbye. I sit back, leaning against the wall behind my bed. Grace pops her head in my door.

“Okay I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop but I heard…” I look at her, not even upset, and reach my arms out for her.

“This is...This is the farthest I’ve ever gotten with a boy without Carter completely losing his mind. This was all supposed to be just a game to see how far I could push Carter. But I fell. Hard. I fell so hard for Mitch and now I don’t know what to do!” I say, almost to the point of tears. Grace sits down on the bed with me and pulls me into a hug.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. You know it’s only because he loves you and never wants to see you get hurt.” I nod, letting a few tears out and sniffling.

“Sawyer, you’ve gotta let him in. You need to let him know how you feel because I can tell, even from over the phone that he cares so much about you. Carter will learn to deal with it, even if it kills him. I’ll make sure he doesn’t meddle and doesn’t mess things up. Don’t worry about him.” Grace smooths my hair down and I shake my head.

“I can’t do that to Carter, Grace. I can’t hurt him that way. But I...I love Mitch. I don’t want to lose him over Carter. I wanna spend the summer with Mitch. I want Carter to not hate me because I chose to get involved with a hockey boy. Which I still think is so stupid. But I don’t want to be the reason everything falls apart.” I say, finally stopping the tears and sitting up to look at Grace.

“Sawyer Mae, you will not be the reason everything falls apart. Carter is an adult, he can get over it. You can’t let Mitch go just because you’re worried about what Carter will do. Honey, Carter isn’t your entire world.” Grace says, holding onto my hand as I stand up.

“Grace, I understand what you’re trying to do. But I can’t do that. I’m not doing that.” I say, shaking my head and crossing my arms. Grace sighs and stands up.

“I don’t think you’re making the right choice here, Sawyer. But it’s your choice.” She says as she walks out my bedroom door. I sigh and flop back on the bed. I pick up my phone and try to ignore the texts on the screen from Mitch. I found Nolan’s contact and press call. He answers and everything spills out.

“Mitch offered for me to come and stay with him and his family at their lake house on Lake Winnipeg. But of course, I panicked and told him you were calling. But now, I regret the decision.” He just shakes his head and tells me I’m dumb.

“Sawyer, you’re making a mistake. Go spend the summer with Mitch. You’ve been hiding it for too long. And I’m sorry Baby Cat, but you’re not even that great at hiding it.” I sucked in a breath, almost thankful that Nolan could read me that well.

“Nolan but I can’t do that to Carter. He...He would hate me forever.” Nolan shakes his head.

“Baby Cat, stop it. I’m tired of you worrying about doing things that make Carter upset. It used to not bother you but now, it’s the only thing you worry about. I want the Sawyer who could care less about what her big brother thought. I want the Sawyer who purposefully pushed Carter’s buttons, just to get to laugh at how mad he gets. That’s the Baby Cat I want back. Not this sad sack.” He says, pointing at me.

“So help me Sawyer Mae, if I have to come to your apartment and drag you to Mitch’s house, I will.” Nolan says, staring me down.

“I’m...scared. I’m scared that he won’t want me. I’m terrified that everything we’ve had, the phone calls, the texts, the pictures, is just happening by accident and isn’t reality.” Nolan shakes his head.

“Nope, you don’t get to do that. You’re going to Winnipeg and that’s final. Start packing, Baby Cat. I’ll be over in a few to make sure you are.” He says, ending the phone call. I lean my head back against the wall and sigh. Nolan gives me no choice. I have to go, but that also means calling Mitch and telling him that I’ll go to the lake with him for the summer. So instead of facing that reality, I choose to text Mitch instead.

Me: Hey...I’m sorry for my freakout and hanging up on you. I just wasn’t expecting you to ask me something like that. I’d love to spend the summer with you and your family. Thank you for asking me.

Mitchy: Really?!? Are you sure?

Me: Yes, Mitchy. I wanna spend the summer with you.

Mitchy: Great! I’m so excited for you to meet everyone!

I smile at how his obvious excitement comes across my phone screen and wander out of my room and head towards the hall closet where my suitcase is stored. Grace is sitting on the kitchen counter, Carter leaning against the counter next to her.

“Um...I’m going to Winnipeg for the summer.” Grace’s face lights up and Carter’s clouds.

“What’s in Winnipeg? We don’t know anyone in Winnipeg.” Carter asks, standing up. Grace presses a hand in his chest, trying to keep him in place.

“Mitch. Mitch is in Winnipeg. For the summer.” I say, crossing my arms, ready for another fight.

“You’re kidding me, right? You’re going to Winnipeg to spend the summer with Mitch? How? Why? Explain this to me, Sawyer, because I’m having a hard time understanding what you’re trying to do here.” Carter says, his finger stabbing in my direction.

“Carter, I care about Mitch. We have something good and I’m not gonna let that go. I know you love me and I know you only do this because you care about me, but so does Mitch. He won’t hurt me the way you think.” I say, looking up at Carter, pleading with him with my eyes and my words.

“Sawyer, I don’t want to watch you get hurt, you’re right. And I’m never going to stop protecting you. I don’t think this is a good idea. Grace, what do you think?” He asks, turning to look at Grace who’s been quiet this whole time.

“Carter, Honey, I understand Sawyer’s your baby sister. I know you love her. She loves you. But she is a big girl. She can take care of herself, and I know from all the phone calls and texts I’ve seen from Mitch, this boy is head over heels for your sister. I would never pick sides between you two, you know I love you both so much. But Sweetheart, I think you need to let Sawyer do this. If she needs you, she’ll come back to you.” Grace says, rubbing Carter’s shoulders.

“I’m not having this discussion with you two anymore. Sawyer, do whatever you want. If things go south, have fun with that on your own.” Carter says, walking out of the room, brushing Grace and I both off. My head drops into my hands and Grace sighs.

“I’m sorry, Sawyer. I tried.” I nod and try to smile at Grace.

“It’s okay. He’s just being a stubborn jerk right now. Maybe by the time I get back, he’ll stop being such an ass about everything.” I say, wincing as the door to Carter’s room slams. Grace shakes her head again and I leave the kitchen, grabbing my suitcase out of the closet as I walk past. I knew Carter wouldn’t speak to me if I really decided to go to Winnipeg with Mitch. And to be honest, after years of failed relationships because of Carter and Carter controlling every little aspect of my life, I didn’t care. I was going to make things work with Mitch, with or without Carter’s support. I dragged my suitcase back to my room and started packing.

“Grace! Can you come help me?” I called down the hall.

“Grace is doing something that I’m not entirely sure what she’s doing. I’ll try to help.” Nolan says, pushing my door open. I glance up, smile and nod.

“So you decided to go?” Nolan asks, taking the stack of shirts out of my hands and sets them in my suitcase.

“I’m going. Carter’s pissed and I honestly don’t care anymore. Grace tried to talk to him but he won’t listen to anyone.” Nolan rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“It’s gonna be fine. I’ll come and visit you when I go home to visit my family. Carter will come around eventually.” I nod my head, hoping that Carter will see through the fog of his own protectiveness and see how happy Mitch does make me, even if I’m still refusing to admit my own feelings for him.

“You’re making a good choice.” Nolan says, gently squeezing my wrist, forcing me to look at him.

“Don’t doubt that, Baby Cat. It’s the choice that makes you happy. And that’s all that matters.” He says, smiling. I nod.

“I sure hope so.” Nolan nods and the two of us pack in silence.

[chadillacboseman]

Blowing Off Steam Part IV

Pairing: Axe Woves x GN!Reader

A/N: This is just pure fluff, lol. Mentions of violence and injury.

Word Count: 1.6K

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Waking up was more painful than it had been in a long time. Your head throbbed with every movement, and the area where the blaster struck you jolted like a lightning strike every time you touched it. You rose, slowly, from your bed and made your way to the bathroom to inspect the damage. A decent bruise was forming, and the cut looked angry, red, and inflamed. You sighed and washed it, gently, with warm water and a fresh towel before changing your clothes and exiting the bathroom.

Light was filtering in through the windows of your living quarters, letting you know that the sun had risen in its entirety. A cup of Spiran caf in your hands helped to ease the pain, if only a little. Your cupboards were fairly bare, but you managed to cobble together an acceptable breakfast to tide you over until you made a trip to the market.

The streets of Trask were busy, brimming with discussions of the Imperial presence from the night before. You kept a low profile as you collected your needs from the market, but the mark on your face attracted more attention than you’d like.

Plenty of prying eyes watched you as you shopped, but it wasn’t until you arrived at a booth stocked with fresh fish that someone spoke to you. It was the mon calamari from the night before, the one who was struck in the head before you. He was sporting a similar wound, and gave you a knowing look as you browsed.

When you presented your credits, he waved your hand away and passed you the fish, “On the house, bock avreet.” You mustered a smile and thanked him before departing.

You finished your shopping and headed home to restock your cupboards. The pain in your head was almost unbearable by the time you finished, and you searched your fresher cabinet for a painkiller to ease it.

You remembered your promise to Axe that you would meet him at the inn and sighed. You felt as though your head was going to explode, but you didn’t exactly shy away from the thought of a cold glass of something full of alcohol. You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of sleep on your eyelids, and decided to have a nap before the night began.

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The cool night air hit you like a freighter and helped to lessen the pain in your head. The streets were bustling with people returning from the docks, many of them still chattering about the events of the previous night.

The smell of roasting seafood wafted on the salty air from the street market, and the gentle notes of a seven-string hallikset could be heard among the voices of the vendors and shoppers. It was good to know that the Imp presence hadn’t put a dent in the nightlife on Trask; if anything, it seemed that the populace was celebrating a little harder than usual.

The inn was surprisingly quiet compared to the rest of the city; only a few of the regular patrons were seated inside. The human bartender was nowhere to be found, but the mon calamari street vendor spotted you and raised his glass in a silent gesture.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show up,” Axe’s low voice vibrated near your ear and you jumped out of surprise.

You turned to find the Mandalorian in the doorway, a soft smile planted on his lips. Before you could stop yourself, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around him. Axe stumbled back in surprise, but quickly returned the gesture, his chin resting on the top of your head. His armor was cold and hard against your chest, but it didn’t matter.

You pulled away and searched for the words to thank him, but they didn’t come to you. All you could do was return his smile. He led you to a small table in the far corner of the inn and signaled the bartender for a drink.

“I believe you might have dropped this the other night,” Axe produced your blaster from under the table and carefully slid it to you.

“Where did you find it?” you slipped it into your bag, taking comfort in its familiar weight.

“Trooper had it on him.” Axe said with a shrug, “Knew it wasn’t his, and I convinced him to tell me where he got it.”

You wondered for a moment what Axe’s idea of convincing was, but decided it was better not to ask. For several minutes the two of you sat in silence and enjoyed your drinks. You weren’t sure what to say- the man had just saved your life the previous night as if it was just another average event for him.

Evidently noticing your struggle for words, Axe spoke first, “How’s your head?”

You turned your face so he could see the mark and he grimaced at the sight. “Does it hurt much?”

You shrugged and finished your drink in one swallow, “Less now.”

Axe grinned and you felt your heart jump. He drained his glass as well and set it on the table before speaking again, “I’m sorry they hurt you because of me.”

His words surprised you, as did his suddenly solemn expression. “Axe I don’t blame you-” he waved his hand dismissively, “I know you don’t. But I do.” You stared at him, trying to read his expression- where was this going?

Axe reached a hand across the table and placed it on top of yours; you felt your face grow warm at his touch. He sighed and his eyes met yours, “Look, I’m not good at this-” he gestured vaguely with his free hand, “...stuff. I’m a Mandalorian. We’re warriors. I’ve been in this fight to retake our planet since I could walk.” He paused and you cocked your head, waiting for him to continue.

“That day when we walked through the city together,” his dark eyes flicked to yours, “You told me you weren’t afraid of me.” You nodded, remembering the fear on the faces of the others on the street- but you had felt safe in that moment with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“The night I asked you to stay with me, I didn’t think you would. In fact, I thought you’d stop coming to the bar entirely after the first time we met.”

You blushed at the memory and mustered a smile, "Why did you think that?"

Axe grinned, "Come on- I fucked you in an alleyway."

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment and sighed, "Yeah. That did happen."

As the two of you chuckled over the memory, there was a commotion at the door. The night's entertainment had arrived in the form of a four-piece Bith band with instruments in tow.

As the band set up, you ordered another drink and turned your attention back to Axe. "So, big, strong, Mandalorian-" he rolled his eyes, "Why all the sentimentality?"

You might have imagined it, but you could have sworn his face reddened at your words. "It's just...rare that I meet someone like you." His voice trailed off as he finished speaking.

You leaned forward to press him further, when you were interrupted by the band breaking into a slow, fanfar-laden number.

Axe's head snapped up and his face broke into a wide grin.

"What?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Dance with me." He rose from the table and held out a hand.

"You've lost your mind, Woves." You snorted.

"Come on," he was still smiling, his hand extended.

You sighed and rose to your feet, taking his hand as he led you to the empty dance floor. "I'm going to kill you." You whispered.

"I'm okay with that," Axe took your hand and wrapped his other around your waist.

You tried to hide your smile as Axe moved with you on the dance floor. You were amazed at how well he danced, despite the heavy, beskar armor.

You knew there were other patrons, but you didn't care- you laughed as he spun you, and clung to him when he pulled you close.

The whole inn seemed to disappear as you danced- lost in the background noise as Axe held you against his chest.

As the music wound down, Axe pulled you in close against him. You felt your heart flutter as his chin came to rest on the crown of your head.

For a moment, the two of you remained there on the dance floor, enraptured with each other, before Axe pulled away and led you back to the table.

You felt breathless as you sat down, still riding the high of the dance floor.

"You're lucky, Woves" you breathed as you sank into your chair.

"It was worth it," Axe grinned, as he moved to drain his drink. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, until Axe spoke up again, "Look, I know this has been weird." He paused as the bartender arrived to set another glass in front of him. "But give me a chance to start it all over."

You stared at him for a moment before replying, "Start it over?"

"Let me take you out," His eyes locked with yours as he spoke, "We'll be leaving Trask soon-"

Your heart sank at that. You had almost forgotten entirely about his words to you the first night you met.

"Let me take you somewhere that isn't a bar-" he gestured vaguely at the area around himself, "Will you let me do that?"

You stared at him, the pang of sadness building slowly in your gut. You knew how badly it would hurt when he finally left the planet, but maker did you want to spend every last moment with him.

Axe waited patiently, his eyes never leaving your face as you debated with yourself. You sighed and met his eyes with your own, and his face lit up when you smiled.

"Deal."

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Tag list: @djxrxn @lestrange2703 @ortizshinkaroff​ @calamity-queen​

Translations:

Bock avreet is Mon Calamarian for "brave comrade"

[yanderecandystore]

The bullies with an S/O that’s just completely off the board? Like no matter how much they look the bullies can’t find /anything/ on them, all their school papers are forged and their home just isn’t able to be found no matter how hard they look? Maybe due to the S/O changing their identity after doing something bad?

That's hella specific and I love it?? XD

Sure thing boo, let me see what I can do.

Also, I'll change the ocs profiles to be paper drawings with digital coloring because believe me boo, I'm tired of redrawing them (and I believe y'all are tired of always seeing these new drawings).

I noticed that my paper art is a lot better than my digital art, and although I'm kinda proud of them I still feel a little petty because I wish to do cool stuff on the computer ;-;.

Anyway, just a heads-up if you see something off with the oc's bios.

TW/Tags: I have no idea what to tag this lmao // identity theft // illegal/unauthorized inscription // not an accurate representation of university/how universities work lol // abusive household/abusive parents // I may or may not have changed your concept a little, I'm sorry for it 😔

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Suspicion (fuck yeah, I don't know what to title this) [Yandere!Bully OC x Reader - Headcanon]:

→Adrien Coldwell:

For a person that prides themselves as the "know it all" when it comes to people's social media and reputation, he doesn't know anything about you.

This is a first for him, which is both annoying and honestly so intriguing. You didn't strike him as a person who would hide any secrets, and he had a hunch this was about to be good.

He searched for social media first, not finding anything about Avery Remington. Well, at least nothing with your face on it.

However, he did find something very, very interesting while looking at the school's documents, specifically the archives of all the students that have already studied here. He honestly didn't think he would find anything about you in these old papers, he was probably doing all this stupid work for nothing.

However, he was half right and half wrong. He didn't find anything about you, but this whole search wasn't completely lost, as he did find "you", Avery.

"- Student name Avery Remington, average grades and apparently no history of wrong doings or any bad behavior in general. Their registration to the Academy dates to 1980."

Oh. Ooooh, this was rich.

"- Huh." He said closing the documents and letting it where he found it. He was at least kind enough to let the palace a little organize after going through each paper trying to find your name.

Well, "your name". The only things that he kept for himself was photos of both the old documents about Avery Remington, and the earlier documents about Avery Remington. It was clear that you did something probably really, really bad, and you know he'll take advantage of it.

He had built his own theory about this, as in: you somehow found the paperwork of Avery's registration and their previous school's records so you could somehow impersonate them and get a free entrance to this institution.

He knew that you had something to hide, no one can be so perfect. But knowing the action itself wasn't enough for him, he needed to know the motive behind it.

For someone that is lazy and doesn't bother to care about important things, he sure spent a lot of time trying to scoop some dirt on you. When he finds the perfect opportunity, without any witness around, he'll take the chance to use this information against you.

"- Well, hello "Avery"." His tone was already suspicious, his voice not hiding anything from you. He came here to belittle you for his own entertainment.

"- H-Hi Adrien." You said shyly, hoping that your anxious mind was wrong and that this was all just a misunderstanding. You were hoping that the growing feeling of him possibly knowing about your fraud, was wrong.

"- Ya know, I'm kinda jealous of whatever plastic surgery you went through to look so young, maybe you should ask the faculty to correct your age tho." He said while showing the pictures he took of the documents.

"- Wait! I-I can-"

"- Honestly, I didn't think you were over 60 years old! Could have fooled me." His smug face was the selling point. You knew that you wouldn't find any form to convince him that what was on his phone was false.

He had a victorious smile on his face. Ever since you entered this school you always acted a little too paranoid and almost too friendly for his liking, and to confess to himself that he has fallen for you would be the bottom of the pit to him.

Still, he wanted to know why you did it. Why didn't you pay to get in if you wanted the scholarship so badly? What, you were too poor for it?

And what about a talent, or the test? Obviously, the university hasn't gone out of their way to pick a loser like you and insert you inside their classes on a whim, as they thought you were Avery Remington, a student that is already registered in school's documents (yet, of course, their system haven't verified the date of the registration, either by incompetence or by a "small mistake"). So you didn't do the test too, simply pathetic honestly.

Your sad dramatic story explaining how you managed to get into the academy. You did your best to get into the academy by legal means, but they always rejected you. Apparently you thought it would be a good idea to use your grandparent's documents to squeeze yourself into the institution.

"- But why in hell would you do such a thing? Are you that pathetic dearest?"

"- I… I wanted somewhere to go. Somewhere I could grow into a better person, a-away from-" You cut yourself short when the memories of your old home started to come into view.

For some reason, your parents couldn't stand the idea of you getting into a decent university, if anything, they thought you weren't capable of even washing some dishes at the local pizzeria. In their eyes, you were worthless.

When you found out your grandparent used to frequent this institution, and that they managed to disattached themselves from their familial routes and thrive as a musician you got instantly inspired! Determined to follow their steps and prove your family that you're just as worth ass-

"- Urghhhh- Boring! I don't care about all of that. Are you serious? You committed a crime just so you could stick it up to your shitty parents?"

"- …. Yes?"

"- Huh. Geez you're cooler than I thought. Listen, how about we make a deal?"

The deal was simple, he would not tell anyone about your little secret, and he would even help you keep your scholarship and help you reach your ambitions as long as you started spending more time with him. Which, at first you thought it sounded absurd, this man is holding your whole life by a thin thread as long as you give him attention?? What?!

And although that sounded extremely suspicious, you accepted it, not knowing that for the next few years you would have to endure a harsh training to discover your talents and to improve them before you two graduated. However, you started to think Adrien was starting to see your deal in a different light-

"- Come on now, after this we can go eat something okay? Where would you like to go this time? Our last date I chose the best restaurant I know, so you better choose something of equal value."

…. Date?

→Alexandra Coldwell:

You were suspicious from the very start. Overly friendly and too- Ugh! Too cute?!

You were always skittish whenever someone called you. What, you had a problem with your name or something?

And the worst part was how no one seemed to know where you lived. Every group project with you was considered annoying by most of your classmates, as you never called people in your house or never let anyone have your address, not even your phone number??

You didn't have any social media, what are you, a weirdo? What the hell??!

She is not even pissed about you being a loser, she is pissed that she has fallen for someone like you! A complete weirdo that was always panicking over nothing.

She started stalking you with the intention of finding at least one thing that she could hate on you so she wouldn't feel so- Lovey dovey towards you!

But what she really found was something worth an entire gold mine.

A private phone call between you and someone who was losing their shit. She couldn't understand too much of the conversation as she didn't have any context, yet she could hear a lot of things that you and the person were discussing.

The person yelled [Y/N] multiple times while in the phone call, saying how you were absolutely the worst mistake of their lives (which by the way, rude much? Who is this asshole?), that you were a selfish brat that needed to learn to appreciate their hard work.

Oh… Oh. She now knows who you're talking with. She decided to record the entire thing the moment she saw you taking your cellphone to have a private call.

She was planning on recording your voice for her own hearing pleasure, but this? This was so… Interesting.

"- [Y/N]?" She called your attention after the conversation ended, and because you haven't been accustomed to people calling you "Avery", you turned around saying "what" instinctively.

And when you noticed Alexandra smirk for a split second, you regretted answering your parents call. Not that you needed anymore reason to regret it, but this was certainly the last nail in the coffin.

You begged for her to understand that you couldn't go back, you simply can't go back to them, ever again! You told her the whole sob story about how your grandparent had decided to run away from home and fulfil their own dreams as a musician, even if people didn't really hear their music all that much, and now that you think about it, that's probably the reason why no one have recognized their name at all.

Your grandparent had a really small fanbase, and you knew that because you were part of them. They weren't popular at all compared to Amaryllis Academy standards, yet they were happy singing their songs to the world.

You kinda wish your family hasn't broken the old recorder that belonged to your grandparent. Their first album was in there, it was cheesy and filled with errors, yet they sounded so happy when doing what they loved, and you wanted something like that for yourself!

You needed to live that hell hole and so you did. You rented a small apartment that was falling apart, the reason why you never gave people your address was because you knew they would bully the hell out of you because of how poor you are.

After finishing your story you noticed Alexandra snoring beside you. You thought she was only exaggerating, but then you saw her drooling and acting really dizzy after you woke her up.

"- Oh my God, so… That was it? You ran away to follow your dreams and stuff?" She asked, still kinda sleepy.

"- What? Of course it was-" You were fuming with anger, how dare she-

"- And I thought you only looked cool because I liked you! You're pretty strong for sticking up for yourself." She interrupted you, looking at you with admiration in her eyes.

She proposed to you a deal. How about you two keep this secret together, and, if anything does happen she'll still help you stay inside the institution. However, you'll need to work your ass out to become the best you can be, and you'll let her guide you through, because you're too much of a dummy to do it all by yourself. You'll have to spend time with her and let her help you out.

At first, you thought it sounded absurd, this woman is holding your whole life by a thin thread as long as you give her attention?? What?!

And although that sounded extremely suspicious, you accepted it, not knowing that for the next few years you would have to endure a harsh training to discover your talents and to improve them before you two graduated. However, you started to think Alexandra was starting to see your deal in a different light-

"- Why you never hold my hand? Come on, "Avery", won't you hold the hand of your dearest girlfriend?" She asked playfully while taking your hand anyway.

…. Girlfriend?

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[mimi-cee-hq]

Embarrassing Moments, Endearing Moments - Shibayama x Reader

Pairing: Shibayama x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff!!

Summary: Y/n often feels embarrassed in front of Shibayama. But when she steps out of her comfort zone and intentionally embarrasses herself for him, he decides to tell her something.

Warnings: Dateko manga spoiler

Other Tags: Getting together, meet cute, big brother!Inuoka, second year Shibayama (for most of it), a Dateko vs Nekoma match

Author’s Notes: This is a match-up story for an anonymous who gets easily embarrassed :) I finally wrote this! I hope you like this. Match-up request description is at the end.

Also, this is for the Haikyuu Writers Monthly Prompt Event. I used Summer for the Summer Interhigh tournament. lol.

General Taglist: @dorkyama @the-black-birb @hqprotectionsquad @nagichi-kenma @moonaaluna @muffins-puffins (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

Word Count: 2,233

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At Yamamoto Akane’s direction, the cheers went silent as they anticipated the next serve. Futakuchi dribbled the ball, searching for the player he was targeting. The score was 24-23, match point for Dateko.

Y/n tugged at the sleeve of the oversized jacket draped over her shoulders and hands. Her palms were moist and contained imprints from her nails.

Shibayama stiffened on the court yet kept his eyes on the ball. Knowing this could be their last point at the Summer Nationals, Y/n closed her eyes and clenched her hands, thinking of her memories with Shibayama. Still shaking, she quickly inhaled and pushed out a yell from the stands. “GANBATTE SHIBAYAMA!”

And then she fled - not wanting to see all eyes in the stadium looking at her.

*****

Colored pencils laid across the kitchen table. Y/n had set aside a dark blue one for the hair and a light lavender one for the eyes. As she wore her headphones listening to her favourite music, she held a silver colored pencil as she added the finishing touches to fill in the drawing of a metal plate.

“There!” she grinned to herself as she held up the picture of her favourite Naruto character.

“Oh! I like that character too!”

Y/n screamed and fell off her chair. With her bottom feeling sore, she looked up to see Shibayama standing in front of her.

“Ack! I’m sorry!” Shibayama panicked, bowing repeatedly to her. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Hiding her face in her hands, Y/n promptly stood up, startling Shibayama. Running towards the kitchen doorway, she bumped into Inuoka.

“Oh! There you are Y/n!” he said. She tried to walk around him, but he just grinned as he kept blocking her exit. “Did you meet Shibayama yet?”

Y/n, whose face got redder by the second, muttered to him, “Nii-chan, you didn’t tell me anyone was coming over.”

“Actually I did,” Inuoka laughed as he pointed out her headphones. “Anyway, go say hi.” He shoved Y/n back into the kitchen, knowing there was no way else to get her through her nerves.

After he placed Y/n right in front of their guest, Shibayama said with a wide, toothy grin, “Hi Y/n! It’s nice to meet you.” He rubbed the back of his neck and added, “Sorry I scared you.”

Y/n blushed. This was the day she met Shibayama.

*****

Y/n bit her lip as she scanned the classroom numbers down the school hallway. Being her first day of high school, all of the rooms and hallways looked the same. Y/n turned the corner, hoping to find the second year classrooms. Her forehead suddenly bumped into someone's face, and looking up, she saw Shibayama clasping his nose.

"AHHH! I'm so sorry!" Y/n apologized. Just as she was about to run away, Shibayama got a hold of her wrist.

"Wait!" he told her. "I want to make sure you're okay!"

Y/n quickly nodded, hoping her answer was enough to satisfy him and let go. But he continued.

"Where were you going?" Shibayama asked. "I don't want you to run away and get lost." Y/n finally turned towards him which allowed him to release his grip on her. "You're still adjusting to high school, right?"

Y/n nodded again as she bit her lip. "I was looking for my brother."

"Oh! He's chatting with another teacher in class 2-2. I can walk you there if you want," he offered.

Y/n would have preferred to look herself, considering this was the second time she embarrassed herself in front of Shibayama. But she didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to find her brother as quickly as possible. "Okay," she complied in a meek voice.

As she followed Shibayama down the hall, her palms continued to sweat. He tried to make small talk but the topic fell flat. Feeling awkward with the silence, she also made an attempt.

"Maybe you should wear a helmet," she quietly told him.

Shibayama turned back to raise an eyebrow at her. "What?" he asked.

"Because I'm clumsy," Y/n added. She saw him blink a couple of times before she continued, "in case I bump into you like that again."

After a beat or two, Shibayama's face lit up. "Oh! Okay! You should get one too!" he said with a little too much excitement. "You probably need it more."

She whispered with a frown, "That was supposed to be a joke."

He stared for a moment and then laughed at himself. He placed a palm on Y/n's head and rubbed her hair. "That would have been funny if I caught on earlier," he grinned.

As he continued to lead the way, Y/n inwardly groaned at how stupid her joke was. But she smiled, blushing not out of embarrassment for once.

*****

Y/n sat on the park bench as she stared at her foot in disbelief. Her foot was wet, cold, and sticky. The back of her neck sweated as she watched the ice cream drip to the ground.

“Hold on a moment!” Shibayama said in a panic, handing her his cone. “I have my towel here!”

“No! Don’t!” Y/n was embarrassed enough already. But of course she continued being clumsy around Shibayama. “You use that towel for volleyball!”

“It’s fine!” he replied with a sweet look. He took off her sandal and wiped her foot with his towel. Y/n went stiff at the gesture, knowing her feet were sweaty and gross. She hoped they didn’t smell or else she’d faint from embarrassment. She was surprised she was able hold her shaking hands still, or else his ice cream cone would have fallen as well.

“There. I think you’ll have to rinse off your foot at home,” he told her, picking up her sandal. “And I don’t think you should wear this either,” he chuckled. The sandal was sticky from the ice cream. Y/n nodded in agreement.

“I can carry you on my back if you want,” he offered with a grin.

“What?” Y/n went flush. “N-no, that’s fine,” she said while lowering her eyes to not make eye-contact.

“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted. “Your house isn’t very far. It’ll be quick.”

Y/n gazed at Shibayama then at her sandal. Trying to take a breath to calm down, she rationalized this wasn’t the worst thing Shibayama had seen her do. For the past two months, she had been eating lunch together with him and her brother. Inuoka tried to encourage her to get to know other people in the class even though she was shy with them. But Shibayama told him it was fun having her around. During that time, he got to know how much of a dork she was, which was really awkward at first, but she started getting more comfortable around him.

“Okay,” she responded, allowing him to give her a piggyback ride.

As Shibayama carried her down the neighbourhood, Y/n felt her heart beat thump faster against his back. Not even Inuoka had carried her like this before. She wondered if Shibayama could feel her heartbeat and really hoped he didn’t.

Shibayama started chatting with her - things like their teachers, their favourite TV shows, and his volleyball team. Y/n had met some of his teammates and planned on coming to watch them at the summer interhigh national tournament.

“I heard from Kenma that Karasuno lost,” he told her. “I’m a little nervous since Karasuno’s a really good team.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he continued. “Dateko won this time. They’re really good at blocking.” He sighed. “I might need to get better at follow-ups.” He thought for a moment before he added, “Actually, there might be a lot of block-outs too. I think I just need to be faster in general.”

Y/n knew Shibayama was the team’s main libero now. Yaku’s shoes were hard to fill. “Nii-chan said you’ve gotten better with all of your practice,” she said, trying her best to support him. “Maybe I could help you with some drills?”

Shibayama gently placed her back on her feet, arriving at her house. “Sure,” he said with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his head. “I’d love that.”

*****

It was the match point for their game against Dateko. Futakuchi picked up the ball; it was his serve. He had been targeting Shibayama the whole game, trying to make him crack. Y/n now understood what happened in the foyer of the stadium.

When Y/n came down to meet the team from the stands, she saw Aone pointing a finger at Yamamoto. At first, Futakuchi scolded Aone - only to tell him he should have waited for him. With a smirk, Futakuchi proceeded to point at Shibayama, letting him know as the ace that he would be targeting him.

Shibayama was terrified. It was the first time Y/n had seen him freeze up like that. Inuoka had told her Shibayama used to be a bundle of nerves but she never witnessed it firsthand.

Yet in the midst of that, he was still sweet enough to notice little details. When he saw Y/n rubbing her arms as the A/C ran at full power, Shibayama gave her his jacket.

So Y/n clung onto the jacket as she braced herself for what may be the team’s last moment on court. She could hear cheers for both teams on either side of her. But all she paid attention to was how frightened Shibayama looked, knowing he was targeted. The match would abruptly end if he wasn’t able to get the ball.

The cheers stopped. As Futakuchi dribbled the ball to prepare for his serve, Y/n mustered all of her courage and yelled, “GANBATTE SHIBAYAMA!”

He heard her - turning to her, blinking at her. His clenched jaw finally relaxed into a smile. After the referee blew the whistle, he turned back to focus on the ball.

But before Futakuchi served, a heap of embarrassment dropped on Y/n’s shoulders. She froze, knowing that many eyes turned to her when she broke the silence with her cheer.

Then breaking under the pressure, with cheeks red and hot, she fled.

*****

“I found you!”

Y/n jumped at the shock of hearing someone’s voice.

“I knew I’d find you here,” Shibayama said, grinning.

“How did you know I’d be here?” she asked.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d go to the restaurant or to the hairdresser,” he laughed. He was right. Trying to find a place to calm herself down, she left the stadium and found a pet store. She had been watching the puppies running around, giggling at their cute barks.

“Oh wait!” she suddenly remembered, turning to him. “Did you win?”

“No.”

Y/n bit her lip, eyes filled with worry. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she apologized. “I shouldn’t have distracted you!”

“N-no!” Shibayama stuttered. “It’s not your fault.” He gave her a small smile as he nervously scratched his cheek. “I actually did really well after I heard you cheering for me.”

Y/n’s eyes grew, not believing what she did actually helped. Then a smile formed on her face.

“Thank you,” Shibayama told her. “E-especially since I know how easily embarrassed you get.” He started to blush. “I really like you Y/n.”

He continued to share how he had a crush on her ever since they first met. Inuoka would share about her - how she was smart and really supportive, how she also loves volleyball and how Inuoka was able to spend time with her that way. It made him want to meet her because she sounded like someone he could be friends with. He didn’t know he’d actually fall in love with her.

“What? N-no, I-,” Y/n started to reply. “I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend, I-”

“No, don’t reject me for that.” Shibayama took her hands and looked at her with determination. “No, I don’t want to be just friends.”

Y/n blinked a couple of times, surprised at his assertive tone. “U-uh, okay,” she replied. She couldn’t say no to that.

Shibayama got so excited that he cheered and then gave Y/n a kiss on her forehead. When she finally noticed what had happened, she hid her face in his chest, telling him not to look at her.

*****

I hope you liked it! Sorry this took so long. I wanted this to be a one-shot since Shibayama doesn’t have one. I thought Shibayama would be a cute fit because he'd be able to relate to being embarrassed. :)

Some of you might have caught the same joke from my meet cute episode from Operation Moniwa SMAU but told in a different way. lol.

Here are my other stories.

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Match-up request from Anonymous:

Heeeey, can I ask for match-up? I'm shortie (5"0) with brown hair and brown eyes. I love hoodies. I'm really shy with people that I don't really know, but I'm actually a dork. I'm so clumsy (I can fall anywhere on anything) and I'm not funny at all (my jokes are so stupid). I'm biology and chemistry nerd. I really love listening to music, drawing and volleyball. I really love my friends and I try to support them all the time. I become embarrassed really easily. Oh and I love dogs *^*. Thank you❤ 

[kimberly-spirits13]

Right Hand Man (Loyal to the End) Pt. 7

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Synopsis: You were like Talia’s daughter. The only thing was that you weren’t and instead, you had grown up in the foster care system and at a young age were taken by and personally trained by Talia. Along the way, you meet Damian and the two of you start to work side by side and eventually, after some time become closer and closer. However, when disaster in the league strikes, you face balancing an old, forgotten life as a normal child and the burden of right hand to the demon heir.

Note: I know that this is long and that there are a good number of time skips, but I didn’t want to make this into a series and just wanted it as a long fic because .... well because I can lol

Also, I didn’t want to have Damian so young in this so just go with it. I’m thinking maybe early 15 or almost 16 at the most. Idk I just don’t like writing for young Dami.

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, brief mentions of torture but not for long

Word Count:1511

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From the day that you had collapsed, it had been a week. You could tell that the few weeks you had been at the manor had done some good with trust between all parties. Even Bruce was becoming more and more tolerable. You had met Brown who was exceedingly excited to meet you seeing as there would be another girl to level the boys when Batwoman wasn’t around. You and Damian both had started your mandatory six months of training before you could patrol which was going off very well on your end. And now, you were sitting in the living room scrolling through your phone as Damian sat next to you pretty much doing the same. There was suddenly the looming of another presence in the room which caused the two of you to look up.

“I have to inform you two of a gala that I am holding to raise funds for the Gotham City Orphanage. I’m introducing the two of you then to the public, Y/N, I will not be formally adopting you at your own request but you will be included as a family friend.” Bruce explained, “The gala is Friday, starting at 6:30pm. Clothing arrangements will be made and if you have any questions, you may ask one of the boys, Alfred, the girls, or myself at any time.”

Damian merely nodded and watched you fiddle with a golden chain around your neck. He had seen it before but had never questioned it. You always seemed to avoid showing it off at all. When Bruce left though, he asked you about it.

“Is that a new necklace?” He questioned.

“Uh, it’s from my mother and father.” You answered, “Talia let me keep it. I don’t really know why though. It’s kind of like my good luck charm as strange and naïve as that might seem to you.” You pulled from under your shirt to revel a gold chain with a diamond crescent moon and star pendent, “I don’t remember it well, however, I just remember my parents giving to me. The engraving on the back is a bit corny.”

You flipped the pendent over to show a small message relaying that they loved you to the moon and stars. You rolled your eyes a bit at the message but didn’t deny it made you feel closer to them in some way.

“It is very beautiful.” He commented, “You never wore it out. I hardly remember seeing you with it at all.”

“That’s because I always wore it under my suit. I didn’t want it to be stolen under any costs.”

“I’d be surprised of any fool tried.” Damian said making you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t, however I just wouldn’t want to be the one that stole something from me.”

After some time, you had gotten up to make arrangements for shopping with Brown and Gordon. It was important to have their input on what you decided to wear since they have been to galas before and you have not. This time, you were going to a different mall with higher end stores. This was where they swore you would find an outfit to wear. You didn’t doubt them, however you were dubious of whether or not you’d like anything truly.

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You were sitting at the vanity that was in your bathroom getting ready for the gala along with Brown and Gordon who were at the sink doing their own makeup. You didn’t want to wear any makeup, instead under their request opting for only some mascara. Even with that, you felt entirely different. Stephanie offered to do your eyeshadow but you declined seeing as you didn’t want to look ten years older than you already were. You told her that maybe next time you’d consider but today you just wanted to get a feel for how things worked as well as be as comfortable as possible. She understood what you meant.

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        You and Damian didn’t leave each other side the entire night. Bruce introduced the two of you to everyone there and the prospect of talking to all the people was exhausting and by the end of the night, you were getting anxious to leave. Damian noticed you fiddling with your ring and looking for the nearest exit. That’s when Bruce brought you and Damian over to another man covered head to toe in garments that you thoughts to be more than your entire life over two times. The man smiled at the three of you walking over and loudly greeted your party. You smiled some and shook his hand, introducing yourself but not before getting a strong whiff of something that smelled like the drug they used to use on you in the league. Looking panicked, you searched for either an exit or a bathroom.

        “It was lovely to meet you, excuse me.” You said quickly making your escape to the bathroom and into a stall where you immediately started throwing up.

        Damian came in after you quickly knowing that he wasn’t technically supposed to be in there. He locked the bathroom door and went to your stall before knocking.

        “Y/N.. are you in need of assistance?” He asked.

        There wasn’t an answer from your end, instead he just heard faint sniffling which caused him to pick the lock of the stall and come inside. He hugged you from behind and held your hair back if you were sick again, the whole time knowing what caused your reaction. Bruce would have to not invite this person again if you were ever coming to a gala again.

        “I’m sorry... I just can’t-“

        “N/N, you don’t have to apologize, you had no idea or preparation for what happened.” Damian said braiding your hair back, “I’ll get you into the car without anyone seeing and you can go to sleep.”

        You mumbled an agreement and Damian texted Bruce that he was getting Pennyworth to bring the car to the back. Damian picked you up bridal style and carried you outside and into the backseat where you laid your head in his lap the entire ride. When you got showered and asleep, he stayed since he knew that you’d be having terrible nightmares all night.

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        You woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming in through the curtains in one of your oversized nightshirts that you had gotten with Gordon instead of some dress and heals. Damian was next to you already awake running his fingers through your hair. He immediately stopped when you awoke and sat up.

        “How did you sleep last night?” He asked, “After everything I mean.”

        “Fine... thank you.” You answered huddling under the covers some like you were almost trying to hide, “About last night, I don’t know what came over me. It was a mistake.”

        “You don’t have to take responsibility for this one Y/N. I remember what happened at the league and I know for certain that you do. No one else found out about what happened, I know you take those kinds of things hard.”

        “I appreciate it a lot Damian.” You didn’t really know what to say next but Damian started again.

        “Y/N, I want you to tell me when something like that is happening. We’re meant to protect each other, not just you to me. I c-care about you more than anyone else, we’ve known each other since we were children. I don’t want anything happening to you for the sake of reputation.”

        “I understand that.” You said still thinking about the last part he said, “I care about you too. I-I wouldn’t want to lose you either of anything like that.”

        At that point you kind of wanted to just disappear. While you were typically a lot better at words than Damian ever was, today it just seemed harder. You glanced at him for a second to see him blushing. Thinking you said too much, you started to climb out of the bed to bolt for the bathroom to take a long shower.

        “Wait, Y/N.” Damian grabbed your wrist, “I have to say this, just from what’s been happening between us recently-“

        “Damian you’re killing me with this. I like you a lot, do you like me?”

        He looked almost embarrassed with the suddenness of your question. While he was getting to that point, he wasn’t expecting you to be so forward to it.

        “I do love you, a lot.” He said.

        “Well damn it demon, kiss me finally!”

        He chuckled some and did what you said, 15 years of shared trauma and memories attached to the few long seconds it happened.

        “I’ve actually been waiting on that for years beloved.” Damian informed you.

        “So, my name is beloved now?” You commented snickering some at his comment

        “It is.” He nodded, “But, do you want to keep this secret for now?”

        “Absolutely. Only if you’re in for it though.”

        “I was actually hoping you’d say that.” Damian answered.

        “Well my love, let the games begin.” You said getting out of bed and walking to get changed and grab coffee.

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[poppy-in-the-woods]

DOPEMAN Part 2 - Chapter 11

Tags:  violence, threats of sexual assault, probably bad English (this text has not been proofread by an English native speaker, so it might contain spelling and grammar errors).

Word Count: 1190

Tag list: @whiteeroseeeeeee​ @triplexdoublex @rumoured-whispers​

Author’s note: Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Yes, I know I posted chapter 10 yesterday but... it’s Christmas! It’s the season of giving, right? So have another one. Hope you like it and feedback is always appreciated. 

I’m gonna put some asterisks at the beginning and end of the threats, so you can just skip it if you don’t want to read that.

On with the show!

Then Molly got a message on TeleGram.

“It's from Wes,” she said. “Or at least, it was sent from his phone.”

“What does it say?” Asked Qweenie.

“Hi, baby. Sorry, I forgot. Don't even think about coming here, do you hear me? I'm busy,” she read. “It's not Wes, he never calls me ‘baby’, he always calls me ‘gorgeous’.”

“Well, to be sure, answer by calling him by name,” Qweenie suggested. “The real Wes doesn't know that you know his real name, right? So if it's him, he should be surprised.”

“It's a good idea,” CC said.

“Okay ... what do you think of this? ‘I wouldn't even think of going to that filthy hole you call home, Wes. Are you fucking another chick or what?’”

“No, don't just write ‘another chick’” CC said, “mention Green Teeth Jenny. Wes slept with her recently, so if you ask him if he fucks her again, and he says he never has, it's not him.”

“Okay… ‘Are you… fucking… Green Teeth… Jenny… again?’” She said, typing at the same time.

“Yes, like that, send it,” CC urged her.

They waited an agonizing couple of minutes, until they heard the ding that announced that Wes, or whoever was pretending to be him, had responded.

“It's definitely not Wes,” Molly said after reading the message. “Watch this:”

Dopeman (22:25)

What do you mean “again”? LOL

I wouldn't touch Jenny with a stick.

Hey, you really don't have to worry, baby, I'm fine.

“He wasn't surprised that you know his name, and he has denied sleeping with Jenny,” Qweenie observed.

“One of two: someone is writing for him, or someone is forcing him to respond, and he’s speaking in code, so we know something's wrong,” Molly said.

“And how do we find him?” Said CC. “He could be anywhere.”

“Assuming Wes and his cell phone are close to each other, we could try to locate it,” Qweenie suggested.

“How?” CC wanted to know.

“As long as the phone is on, many companies offer a way to find your device,” Qweenie said. “You just have to enter your account, enter the number or do the steps that they tell you, and they triangulate the signal, or something like that, and send you the location on a map. What? I saw it on a TV show.”

“Yes, that's true,” Molly said, starting to type. “Anne's phone was stolen last year at a concert, and she had to do that. Hopefully Wes has the ‘find my phone’ option turned on. Does anyone know Wes' Google account password?”

“No, but he writes them all down in a notebook he has,” CC said. “It has to be somewhere.”

After searching for a long time, they found her hiding behind the money in the safe, and only because Qweenie happened to look there. Molly put the pile of clothes on the bed and sat in the chair. Five minutes later, she had found the location of Wes' phone.

“It's not far,” CC observed.

“Well, what are we going to do? Are we going to try to be stealthy or are we going to break in?” Molly asked.

“I don't think you can be stealthy there,” Qweenie observed. “My cousin works in that area, and all warehouses have two doors: one for loading and unloading and a smaller one for people. If they have Wes there, both doors will be locked tight.”

“No windows?” Molly asked.

“High up the wall, the kind that don't open. Either we go through the door or we don't go at all.”

“Break in it is” said CC. “I'm going to get my gun.”

“If we're going to break in…” Molly began, typing again.

“What? What are you going to do?”

“I'm going to leave a message for him, so he knows we're coming for him."

"What if he's not the one typing?” Qweenie pointed out.

“Then he'll know we're coming too.”

Google had a feature that allowed the owner to remotely lock the phone and leave a message on the lock screen, in case the phone was lost, to help the person who found it to return it more easily, but without accessing private data. Molly locked the phone and wrote a simple sentence, which she knew Wes would recognize.

 “Boss, the phone is locked.”

“What? What have you done, idiot?” Tar Pit shifted his attention away from Wes for a moment to snatch the phone from his inept bodyguard. “’You are not worthy to speak to ArkAngel?’ What the hell is this?”

Wes started laughing hysterically. The other three looked at him.

“She knows I'm not the one talking to her,” he said, when he could stop laughing. “She’s coming for me.”

*

“I don't know why you're so happy, Wes,” Tar Pit told him. “Do you think your face looks bad? When I’m done with your girl, she'll have to feed through a fucking straw. Although I might fuck her first, depending on how hot she is.”

“If you touch a single hair on her head ...!” He exclaimed, tugging at the plastic zip ties that bound his wrists and ankles, trying to free himself.

“What? What are you going to do, Wes? You're going to kill me? “Tar Pit scoffed. “With your hands tied behind your back? I do not think so. No, I'll tell you what you are going to do: you are going to watch while we pass her like a joint, and you are not going to scream, because if you do, I will beat you up so badly that I will kill you.”

*

“You son of a bitch!” He shouted. “You fucking bastard ...!”

The other bodyguard punched him in the mouth, shutting him up.

“Unlike you, at least I knew my mother,” Tar Pit said. “Wes, we really don't have to go to these extremes, just tell me where what I want is, and I'll set you free.”

Wes spat blood and saliva all over his face.

“Very well. I've tried to be civil to you, Wes, but you force me to be cruel. Wash his face, Lefty, he's got a lot of blood,” ordered Tar Pit, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his face.

“Yes, boss.”

Lefty grabbed Wes by the neck and dragged him to a water barrel in the corner, where he proceeded to plunge his head into the water repeatedly, almost rendering him unconscious.

*

“How long do you think your girl can hold her breath?” Lefty whispered. “Maybe I can check it by shoving my dick down her throat.”

“Sure she can hold it long enough to bite it off,” Wes replied, gasping and coughing water aside.

*

Lefty threw him violently on the couch.

“How is our other prisoner, Righty?” Tar Pit asked.

“Still not speaking, boss,” Righty said, emerging from the other room with bloodstained knuckles.

"And his brat is still missing?”

“They're looking for her, but she's nowhere,” Righty replied with a shrug.

Wes was looking at one of the windows, the one directly across from him, and for a fleeting second, he thought he saw amber eyes staring back at him.

[livexdolan]

Sushi ~e.d

A/n: ok so, yes, this is another Ethan story, I’m sorry I can’t help it, he’s my baby. Anywho- this is based off a lucid dream I had A WHILE ago- but are we surprised this took me so long to write? (the answer’s no lol) I was just mentioning the whole dream thing because, this is my story so of course it doesn’t make complete sense- sue me. 

Summary: You’re going out for dinner to your favorite Japanese restaurant that happens to be packed. The only available seats are at the sushi bar next to two young guys You don’t realize you know the two men until it’s too late- but is this just a blessing in disguise?

Warnings; Fluff, anxiety, fluff, and, oh hey- some more fluff.

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags; @episkygrant (my bup :)) and @georgia302

ALSO- THE TWINS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE 18 IN THIS SO DON’T COME FOR ME!! OK, ENJOY :))

“Would you just walk?!” I exclaimed, pushing- or trying I should say- my 6 4’ dad through the little curtain that has a very large sumo wrestler that never fails to creep me out. 

My mom just sighs behind us, “Kevin would you stop being an ass, we’re all- oh,” my mom stops mid-scold. We all stand close to the corner as we look around our favorite local Japanese restaurant.

The place is packed, every table and booth occupied by families or teens chatting loudly. Waitresses move around quickly table to table and I just happen to see that the sushi bar seems to have empty seats. “Good evening, Welcome to Wasabi, is it just the three of you tonight?” The hostess asks us.

“Y-yes, just the three of us,” My mom replies still seemingly shocked at how many people are in the small place. 

“Okay, I’m sorry but there’s a 30-minute wait on any booths and tables right now-”

“Can’t we sit at the sushi bar?” I say, pointing over to the counter where two people are sitting, three seats open on the left of them, and three on the right of them. My parents look at each other, me, then the hostess, my dad raising his eyebrows as though he’s asking if that’s okay.

“Yes, of course, I’m sorry I should’ve asked if you’d be fine sitting there,” She smiles at us, grabbing three menus.

“Oh, it’s totally cool, no worries,” My mom smiles reassuring the hostess, who now that I’m getting a closer look at, seems to be new.  

We make our way over to the bar when one of the men sitting at the counter turns to the other, giving me a view of his side profile that I know way too well. I can’t help stopping completely, my mom bumping into me and asking what’s wrong. 

My throat feels tight, my hands are clammy and my mouth feels like someone just stuffed cotton in it. “Y/n, are you okay?” My mom questions worry evident in her eyes as she searched my glossed over ones.

I can’t speak, I can only move my eyes between my mom and the two tall, loud men sitting at the sushi bar. My mouth keeps opening and I can only imagine that I look something like a fish out of water. No way is it them.

My dad sits next to them and looks back, realizing my mom and I are not following him anymore his brows furrow and he looks around confused at what’s happening. “Oh- honey is that- are those the-” I cut my mom off by nodding my head rapidly. 

“I-” I clear my throat trying to dislodge the lump in my throat, “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I push past my mom and keep my head down as I pass the sushi bar and avoid my dad’s worried looks. 

I glance up and see the older twin filming a snap video of his younger twin messily eating a piece of sushi and they both start laughing. I walk down the small hallway and go into the bathroom. Looking myself in the mirror I pray that this isn’t a dream. 

Okay, breathe, it’s just the Dolan Twins sitting at the sushi bar at the local restaurant in your town, sitting next to your parents at the sushi bar. I look at myself in the mirror and try to fix my hair a little, shifting my shirt out of habit. I add a little bit of chapstick to my lips.

I take a deep breath and walk back out into the loud restaurant. When I get back to the sushi bar I’m surprised- to say the least- to see that everyone’s shifted down to the right one seat, leaving me with nowhere to sit.

That’s not what has my mouth hanging open- it’s the loud obnoxious laughs coming from not only my parents- but the twins as well. Holy shit. My parents are laughing and joking with Ethan and Grayson fucking Dolan. 

I slowly make my way over to my mom who’s sitting in the seat that was supposed to be mine. I shyly tap her shoulder, she turns around and gives me a soft smile, “Oh, honey! We had to move down but there’s a seat next to Ethan.”

I bite my lip and look up, seeing that I’ve become the center for attention. I make eye contact with the older twin and he smiles at me, calming me a little bit as I start to stumble over to the seat next to him my hands start to sweat and I crack my knuckles out of habit when nervous, “O-ok.”

I try my best to gracefully slide into the high seat next to him without leaning too close to him. He does a quick scan over my body, his tongue coming out to lick his lips before he clears his throat and looks up at me. Once he notices that I’m already staring at him he blushes, and I feel like my entire body flushes and is on fire.

He sends me a shy smile and I bite my lip to hide the wide grin that is fighting its way onto my face. I feel like I’ve just won a medal or something, I made Ethan Dolan blush. 

“Ok, so I’m Ethan, and I’m assuming you’re Y/n. Your parents told us a bit about yourself.”

“Oh God,” I groan, putting my head in my hands and pushing my hair back before looking at him again and very shyly asking, “what’d they tell you?”

He chuckles at my reaction and I realize that his laugh is my favorite sound- on and off-camera. His dimples show as he replies casually, in a cocky tone, “Just that you’re 17, a senior, really into YouTube…” he trails off and sends me a teasing smirk.

“Great!” I say sarcastically, “so they told you I watch y’alls videos?”

“And that you might have some Dolan Twins merch in the back of your closet- I was a little upset to hear you don’t wear it much anymore, to be honest.” 

I drop my head to the counter with a small strangled noise then sit back up straight and clear my throat looking him dead in his hazel eyes, “Ok, look- stop making that face,” I point an accusatory finger at him as he bites his lip to suppress his smile and holds his hands up in surrender, I roll my eyes at him, “I’m not like- I don’t know everything about you and a bunch of weird facts and shit like ‘Did you know Ethan Dolan sprained his right knee when he was 4 years old after his sister pushed him down the stairs?’ Ok? Yes, I watch your videos, yes I follow you on social media, yes I’ve been watching you since like before 4OU, Yes- ok, I used to have a fan account at one point- but I’m not like that anymore. I got your merch for my birthday a year ago and I- I don’t really fit it anymore so I don’t wear it. Ok,” I take a deep breath, “that’s it.”

“Wow- okay, a lot of information to process but I think I get it now. I’m sorry for teasing you, I was just joking.”

“I know you were- but I also know that you two deal with crazy fans and I want you to know I’m not one of them.”

He sends me a smile and is about to say something when we’re interrupted by the waitress placing my food in front of me. My mouth starts to water at the sight of one of my favorite meals- shrimp fried rice. “Damn, that looks good,” Ethan hums from next to me.

I look up at him through my lashes, “You want to split it with me? There’s no way I’ll be able to finish this, I never do,” I laugh and gesture to the bowl. 

“Oh no, it’s-” his eyebrows raise at my stern look, and I slightly push the bowl closer to him, putting it right between us, he sighs and gives me a crooked smile, picking up his silverware, “I guess one bite wouldn’t hurt, right?” I nod my head, agreeing with him, and hand him the soy sauce.

Twenty minutes later we were laughing and we had all fallen into a very comfortable flow of chatter and silence and my nerves were dissolved almost fully. My mom and dad get up with Grayson to go over and pay the bill while Ethan and I finish up our food.

As Ethan steals a shrimp from my designated side of the bowl- again- I hit his fork with mine causing him to drop it and his fork hits the side of the bowl with a loud clatter, making everyone look at us as we both just look at each other. We both grow red in the face and start laughing.

Once our laughter died down a little I realized I was getting a little chilly so I set my fork down and rubbed my bare arms to try and get some warmth. “You cold?” 

Ethan’s voice startles me slightly and I just smile at him before grabbing my fork again to steal my shrimp back, “Just a little, but m’fine. It’s not that bad.”

He sighs and shakes his head slightly, “Well, I don’t believe you,” I’m about to question him when he stands up abruptly. He starts tugging his large hoodie off his body, as he pulls it over his head, his long-sleeve comes up a little. I blush before quickly averting my eyes from his prominent v-line and try to keep my mind from diving head-first into the gutter, “Here,” he says in a soft, but commanding voice, pushing the hoodie towards me.

I sigh and look up at him, “What’re the chances of you still giving me that hoodie even if I tell you I’m really not that cold and I’ll be fine?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

He smiles at me, his dimples showing and the mole on his cheek raising slightly. He shrugs and pushes it into my lap, “Very high.”

I shake my head and slide out of my seat, “Fine,” I pull the hoodie on over my head and as I pull my hair out the back, I feel a hand against my face lightly pushing the hair out of my face.

My breath hitches as my eyes meet Ethan’s. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my cheek before going to my ear, “What’re the chances of you giving me your phone number so we can hang out again and keep in touch?” 

I look up at him through my lashes, grabbing his hand and leaning up to his ear, whispering just as softly as he did, “Very high.”

I pull away slowly and he smiles at me. When I return the smile he winks. I snort and roll my eyes, grabbing my phone off the bar, I hand it to him as he pushes his phone into my hand. Already pulled up to a new contact page, I put in my number and name into his phone. I quickly open his camera and take a picture with my tongue out, fingers up in a ‘peace’ symbol with my right eye dropped into a wink, I set that as my contact photo before he suddenly grabs me and pulls me into his arms. 

I gasp as my back meets his hard chest and he wraps one arm around me, my phone in his other hand, the camera pulled up and pointing towards our faces, “Smile baby,” he kisses the side of my head quickly before smiling at the camera. My face flushes deep red and I grin at the camera. The butterflies in my stomach from the pet name are so strong that I feel like I might fall over. 

“Okay, lovebirds, let’s go,” Grayson’s voice brings us back to reality and I realize that my parents have already stepped outside. 

We walk outside and I pull the sleeves of Ethan’s hoodie further down so that I can grab them with my hands, making ‘hoodie paws’ as some people put it. I look down to hide the constant blush that’s on my face when Ethan wraps his arm around my waist again. I look over at my parents, worried to see their reactions only to find them smiling softly at us before looking away once they saw I was watching them.

I turn and bury my head in Ethan’s chest, wanting to feel his warmth again and have him hug me. I wrap my arms around his neck and he ducks his head down to put it in the crook of my neck, his scent completely engulfs just like it did when I put his hoodie on and I smile at the sweet, soothing smell. We can faintly hear my parents getting Grayson’s number and bidding him goodbye. 

We reluctantly pull away from each other, very slowly. Ethan smiles at me and kisses my nose, “I promise you- we’re going to hang out soon. I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“You better,” I say back and lean up to kiss his nose.

I turn out of his grip and go to quickly hug Grayson, “It was so nice meeting you,” I grin up at him and he mirrors my expression.

“It was awesome meeting you too, Y/n, you have some pretty cool parents,” he chuckles.

I look over at my parents saying goodbye to Ethan before my mom catches my eye and winks. I turn back to Grayson, “Yeah, I really do.”

[shootingsun]

There was a prompt knock at the door of Félix's guest room in the manor. Kali disappeared almost instantly to hide from the person about to enter the room. "Come in!" He called for the person at his door. Nathalie entered the room and looked around, seemingly searching for… something.

She's looking for me. Kali whispered into his ear.

"Your uncle desires to see you in his study soon." She deadpanned. Félix liked Nathalie, she was a decent person - although he still believed she was an idiot for putting up with Public Enemy Number 1, Gabriel Agreste.

As much as he despised his presence, there was something about the whole, "I tricked you into shaking my hand so I could steal these really cool rings that ended up being magical jewellery!" thing that was supposed to be just a fun little way to mess with him - it wasn't supposed to cause any more harm to their already unstable relationship.

That is, until now.

"Greetings, Félix." Said the designer, putting his arms behind his back. Because, being related is no exception to being professional at all times.

"Hello Uncle, you wanted to see me?" 

"There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you for quite some time now. I assume you must already know what that is, correct?"

Ohshitohshitohshit! Quick, play dumb!

"I'm afraid not Uncle, I would be delighted if you were to enlighten me." He lied, internally screaming.

"Hmm. Well then, I'm sure you recall your visit a while back. Your mother has so kindly asked me to hand over the rings that seemed to belong to her family. Does that ring a bell?" He smirked. 

That absolute bastard. Nobody talked about Félix's Mother in a passive aggressive manner!

Except for you, Kali reminded him. 

"Yes Uncle, I do seem to remember that." He commented, rolling his eyes.

"A couple hours after you left, I couldn't find the ring anywhere in the mansion. I'm not accusing you of thievery, really - I just want to clear matters up."

"But Uncle, I seem to recall you having a ring on when Mother and I came to stay because of her production." He had, of course, stolen that ring too. He was petty like that, and they were his after all.

"True indeed. Coincidentally I lost that one too afterwards, which brings me to this point - may I check your hand to make sure of something?"

Ha, jokes on him, they weren't on his hand, he was smarter than that, they were hidden in a custom made pocket in his jacket, and that would be incredibly invasive for him to pull Felix's jacket off and search it without consent wouldn't it? 

As expected, Gabriel didn't find anything. Then again, he's the same person who's been keeping tabs on two literal minors and still didn't succeed at stealing jewellery from them. Whatever Félix did was probably karma for all that. Either way, the topic at hand was another set of rings. And had he thrown a temper tantrum, it would've made him look especially bad in front of his mother. Oh, and his own kid too but, whatever, right? 

"This is a one time offer, Félix. Hand over the rings, or I may take them myself. I have my very own ways to do so." He scoffed. "My patience has a limit."

And suddenly, Félix felt fear.

Fear that didn't come from him, it that came from…

Kali?

no, No, No… No, NO, NO!! Not AGAIN. I DON'T WANNA LEAVE! HE CAN'T MAKE ME LEAVE!

Kali, calm down!

Her emotions were like a flood, there was fear, then sadness, then anger and fear again. She had to calm herself down before they had a panic attack. How to get out of this situation…? He couldn't think straight, his breathing was sharp and shallow, mimicking his Kwami's.

Oh God..  this wasn't gonna end well was it? 

This was it…

"Gabriel? I've been looking all over for you!" His Mother flounced into the room, thank god. He decided then and there that he would never make another sarcastic comment about her again.

"What is it this time?" He asked, slightly irritated.

"Gabriel, you know you always have a 2 o'clock meeting! Nathalie wanted to remind you, but the poor woman's having another dizzy spell and so I insisted I would come and get you instead!" She beamed passive aggressively, an art of which Amelie Graham de Vanily was well versed in. 

It was moments like this that made Gabriel want to punch his in-laws - and it was moments like this that reminded Félix how much he absolutely loved his mother. She was always there, just on time. 

Thank goodness for that. 

His Uncle looked down. Then he glared at his nephew, and he sighed. "Thanks for the reminder, I'll be going soon." Is what he said, but what he really meant was, "This isn't over yet!" And Félix knew.

He stumbled out of the study, breathing wildly, attempting to block out his Kwamis pained screams. He slammed the door to the guest room closed and slumped into a chair.

Kali it's okay! 

NO IT'S NOT! HE WANTS TO HURT US!

MAKE HIM STOP! MAKE HIM STOP! 

Kali we're perfectly safe right now. He tried to reason.

We aren't safe as long as we're in this house! We need to leave! He wants to separate us! 

That can't happen! It can't! It can't!

The thought of forcefully having his Kwami taken from him made Félix want to scream! But he had to remain calm.

Kali, that won't happen, I understand your fear, but you need to take a breath. He went first, showing the breathing exercise he had learnt over time, 5 in, hold for 7, out 8. As her breathing evened out, the Kwami began to lose her invisibility, her form flickered as she slowly calmed herself down.

Do you promise?

Huh?

Promise me that nobody will make me leave you, please?

Her voice and demeanor were unlike the Kali that had developed, it reminded him of when she had first come out of those rings. 

Scared and afraid. And now he knew why.

I promise Kali, nobody will ever keep us apart.

And he truly meant that. Nobody, not even a superhero, could keep them apart for long.

Just a bit after that confrontation, someone came back from his most recent photoshoot. He found his cousin laying on his bed, likely lost in his thoughts. 

He knew Félix was going through a hard time, and he also knew that they've been very close for most of their lives. Adrien would've done anything to help his cousin - and this instance was no exception.

"Hey! How come you're in my room?" He chuckled.

"Ah, erm, it appears I took a wrong turn, sorry about that…"

"How come? You never get lost usually…"

"Well, let's just say that your Father doesn't exactly do good things for my anxiety." He sighed.

"...Oh." And there it comes, stupid Adrien, wrapped around his father's finger, always choosing his parent over him! "Listen… I'm sorry."

What?

"I'm sorry! I think I owe you an apology," he frowned. "for, you know, constantly excusing my father. I'm sorry he's putting you through some stressful stuff, and I'm… not doing anything about it." He turned to look at him. "I hope you can understand that, really. I wish I could do something about it other than offer a shoulder to cry on, but I'm scared of disrespecting his wishes. I apologize." The boy muttered.

"...I guess I was wrong. You didn't do it to hurt me. I thought that was why-" Félix was dumbfounded. Adrien? Admitting his Father was a jerk?? Was this some kind of fever dream???

"...That was why I didn't go to your Dad's funeral?" He guessed. Félix quietly nodded. "No, I'd never want to do that, not after you were there for me when I lost Mom. I'm so sorry, Félix, I should have been there." Tears shone in the latter's green eyes.

"You shouldn't have to apologize, I'm sorry for the way I treated you! You were manipulated, I was just a jerk." He protested, how could he have thought such awful things about such a caring person?

Because you were grieving Lex, you still are.

Don't call me Lex - it was a weak response.

"We were both in pain. And look at you now, you're a good person, I know you are, I can feel it! So maybe since we both apologized for being jerks we just, I dunno, eat ice cream instead?" He smiled awkwardly, for a model he always was such a dork.

Félix raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you lactose intolerant?" he let out a smug grin.

"Oh hush! I can handle a tub of ice cream!" He was going to get so sick tomorrow... Eh, what the hell!

Hey, are you sure you don’t wanna tell him that you know he's Chat Noir?

Kali! You're ruining the moment!

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This fic was made in collaboration with @yawngearyoie at around midnight while we both craved hurt/comfort

This fic IS Cannon to our Bat Félix AU, and will be referenced in other oneshots and the fic. Approximately a quarter of this fic has foreshadowing in it for the actual AU. Pick up on that and you get a cookie 🍪 lol.

The first (offical) part of our AU should be coming either today or at some point next week. We're gonna create a masterpost so y'all can read the fics in the order they actually happen in and not our crazy upload schedule (whenever we feel like it).

Send in Asks if you have any questions, or if you just wanna talk about the AU.

Thanks for reading! (We will be making a tag list, so if you wanna be on that, just say)

[mittensmorgul]

Hey, do you have a tag about the narrative structure of season 6? I've heard you mention that Edlund saved the season with The Man Who Would Be King, and I'm just curious how that worked. (Did they not know how the season was going to end up until Edlund wrote that episode? I have so many questions...) If you have a tag for it, I'd like to do a deep dive into season 6 😬

Oh gosh, hi! It seems tumblr is no longer giving me inbox notifications, so sorry for the delay (and sorry to everyone else below this in my inbox...)

I don’t know that they were undecided on how s6 would end until 6.20. That seems... a bit impractical if it were actually true. What I believe 6.20 does give us, through telling us what’s actually been happening all season long specifically from Cas’s pov and in his own heartbreaking words, was the ability for Cas to have redemption for what he’d done. I personally believe they’d intended for the actual plot to carry out like we saw in s6, but can you imagine if 6.20 was told from any other narrative pov?

It would’ve left Cas looking... distinctly bad...

Edlund revealed the story, the full scope of what Cas had been hiding all season long, but he HAD been hiding things all season long. All of that would’ve come out one way or another. Edlund merely chose HOW it was all revealed. Maybe he did make all the disparate plot crumbs come together, and maybe he did influence the ending of the season through the major revelations we got in 6.20, but I don’t think it really altered the outcome of events.

Revealing that information by showing us the long string of events and choices Cas had made going back to the events of 5.22, showing us what he was facing in Heaven and the conflict with Raphael, his desperation to not be the reason Dean broke his dying wish to Sam to get out of hunting, his ongoing conflicted feelings about the choices and compromises he’d made along the way, and reaching what he’d felt was a moment of crisis in laying out his entire dilemma to God, to the audience, and for himself... this didn’t change the plot of the season but made it possible for us to have SYMPATHY for his predicament. It made it possible for us to see his otherwise inexcusable acts from a different perspective that would eventually ALLOW us (and Dean) to truly forgive him.

It’s also been the foundation of Cas’s entire emotional and character arc since he returned in 7.17 questioning why he was brought back since he couldn’t “fix it.” 

I don’t think Sera originally had any intention to bring Cas back after 7.02. She has said that she thought the Heaven storyline was done and wanted to branch out in new directions (lol... see how well that worked out for her...). It was Edlund with 6.20 that allowed them to eventually “save” him from that fate. It made Cas redeemable.

Did he know that when he wrote it? I have no idea. But I’m grateful to him for it, anyway.

I do have tags for s6. Most episodes are tagged by episode number (the way I tagged this post for 6.20, just swap out episode numbers and search for the correct episode tag on my blog). I always forget my bed edlund tag, which is  actual quote i just used elsewhere: Damn Ben Edlund. A lot of s6 posts (but not all) get the tag “we don’t talk about season six.” You might find stuff there too. But episode tags are probably your best way to go on my blog. :)

[spookyceph]

I posted all my ShigaDabi Week entries on Ao3, so now it's time to catch up here.

Day 4 | Trust

Summary: Tomura and the League arrive at Deika City to face Re-Destro. But first, Dabi has some explaining to do.

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Swearing, mild blood

Burn a Bridge, Build a Raft

“This is the place, huh? Not too big, not too small.”

Tomura knew he should look down the hill and see whether Spinner’s assessment of Deika City measured up. After all, it had been his decision to come here, both to rescue Giran and end the stalemate with Gigantomachia. If the others wound up dead, crushed by Sensei’s still-loyal servant or picked off by these Meta Liberation Losers, it would be because they’d followed him.

Well. Except for one.

“Man…why did I get dragged into this?” Wincing, Dabi clasped a hand to the back of his neck.

Though Tomura hadn’t seen him since he’d fucked off to test high-end nomus almost two months—two shittygruelingmiserablegoddamnedlonely months—ago he noticed something was amiss immediately. Details no one else would pick up on because, frankly, no one else had been waiting six weeks to receive word—just one little I’m alive, or sorry, or didn’t mean to abandon you lol—from the stapled sack of shit. Details like how flushed his unscarred skin looked. The amount of dust clinging to his coat. How his balance wavered, one boot almost tangling with the other, as he barely sidestepped Twice’s measuring tape while being hollered at for his callous attitude toward Giran’s plight. The fact he’d upset Jin to begin with proved the whole situation had gone sideways.

No one else noticed. But no one else knew Dabi like he did.

“Stop.” Tomura’s voice cracked through the air like a rifle shot. Everybody froze, gazes leaping to him. Everybody but one.

“Compress,” he continued, losing some of his volume but none of his command.

The magician snapped to attention, hastily securing his mask back over his face. “Er, yes?”

Not taking his eyes from Dabi, Tomura held out one hand. “Water.”

“Ah! Oh. Of course.” Compress didn’t even attempt to hide the relief in his voice at being off the hook. Taking a marble from one of his coat’s many pockets, he converted it back into their canteen and passed it over.

With his empty hand, he pointed to Dabi, then over at the line of trees marking the forest border. “You. Go sit.”

“Oooo,” crowed Toga. “Someone’s in trouble…”

Dabi blinked, switching a bewildered stare between her and Tomura’s finger. Some sense of meaning must’ve sunk in because, eventually, a dent appeared in the middle of his eyebrows and he plodded his way toward the spot indicated.

No one dared utter a word when Tomura stalked after him.

Dabi halted at the first tree he came to, gawking up at it like he’d never seen such a thing before. He didn’t even register Tomura holding a hand up near his cheek. Scalding heat rolled off scarred and unmarked skin alike, as suspected.

“Goddamn it, you’re burning up. Take your coat off.”

Again, like a deer in headlights. The already brilliant blue of Dabi’s eyes shone brighter still—practically incandescent. Feverish. Unfocused. Resisting the urge to just Decay the damn thing right off him, Tomura pushed the heavy garment from his wayward partner���s shoulders and helped him shrug free of it. His fingers showed blister-red after handling the leather; no doubt touching any of the metal reinforcing the sleeves would’ve earned a first- or even second-degree burn. He dropped the coat to the leaf-littered ground.

“Sit.”

This command proved easier to grasp. With no hint of his usual poise, Dabi plopped down, crumpling against the tree’s trunk. Tomura knelt beside him and held out the canteen.

“Drink.”

Slowly, as if afraid the container might bite, Dabi lifted it to his lips and sipped. Instinct took over at that point. Eyes going wide, then squeezing shut, he tilted his head back and guzzled the rest. Panting, he took a moment to catch his breath. When he reopened his eyes, clarity and personality had returned, if with weariness tagging along behind.

“Hey, mophead.”

Two words, spoken in that familiar, quiet, and currently cracked voice, nearly accomplished what a month and a half of constant fighting and sleep deprivation hadn’t. Tomura didn’t break, though. He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t make a sound. He didn’t reduce the tree to splinters by smashing Dabi’s skull through it. He didn’t Decay the sheepish smile off his (stupid handsome fuckinghatehimsomuch) face. Neither did he give in to the impulse to collapse into the scarred arms that would’ve caught him and never let go. He couldn’t afford to. Every iota of rage and pain and razor-edged glee needed to be reserved for whatever Re-Destro had waiting for them at the bottom of the hill. To expend any of it now could cost him or the rest of the League their lives. So, Tomura corralled his stampeding emotions with a temporary fence of practicality.

“Can you fight?” His tone came out blander than stale bread.

Dabi’s smile dwindled. He scanned Tomura’s face for any sign that his presence meant more than an extra pair of boots on the ground. Catching none, he took a long inhale and settled into tight-lipped resignation.

“Yeah. Got a little piss and vinegar left in me. What’re we up against?”

“An army of deluded morons. The usual. We’ll need to keep them distracted for about an hour and a half.”

“What happens after the clock runs down?”

“Gigantomachia shows up and proves their philosophy is a pile of shit like everyone else’s.”

That dropped Dabi’s jaw. “You’re still fighting that thing?”

“What’d you think we were doing out in the middle of nowhere? Meditating and earning merit?” Tomura snapped before cursing himself. The sneaky bastard had always had a knack for poking his emotional pressure points—for getting him to do exactly what he swore he wouldn’t. Collecting himself, he wiped his expression clean again.

“Are you going to be any use here or do you need to sit this out?”

Blue eyes searched for cracks in Tomura’s resolve. As perverse luck would have it, he noticed the tracks of rusty red smeared down Dabi’s cheeks at that moment. They’d seeped like tears from the drooping scars that made up his lower lids. More crusted the staples in his chin and near the hinges of his jaw. Tomura’s stomach writhed like a dying animal. What the fuck had Ujiko been making him do? Had he been testing the nomu by fighting the damn things?

As if reading his thoughts, Dabi touched the bloody streaks. “Whatever you need me to do, consider it done.” A pause. No—a hesitation. “I just have a couple of things to say first. If you, uh, want to hear them.”

This asshole…Tomura had to curl his hands into fists to keep from clawing at his neck. Telling him to shove it sideways with no lube would be satisfying in the present, but Tomura knew, just like Dabi did—just like he’d counted on—the mystery would turn into a distraction he couldn’t allow. Worse, if one of them survived this battle and the other didn’t…He yanked his focus back before his imagination could drag it down into that abyss. The exasperation in his sigh didn’t need to be exaggerated.

“Fine. Out with it.” He wouldn’t go away with any regrets—let Dabi carry them all if he wanted.

“Okay. First item is my family name. It’s Todoroki.”

Every calculated reaction he had lined up imploded, leaving Tomura’s mind a void.

A grim little smile spread across Dabi’s face. “You didn’t know. I’m surprised.”

Tomura shook his head to get the gears turning again. “I…suspected. After you told me your given name. Especially watching how you acted after All Might retired.” Endeavor’s rise to the number one spot on the hero rankings and Dabi’s new habit of leaving the charred corpses of low-level villains littered around the city had started too close to each other to be coincidence. A powerful fire quirk…blue eyes in the family…an older son who vanished from the news feeds abruptly…no, it hadn’t been difficult to fit the pieces together at all once he’d realized they were there in the first place.

“Why tell me this?” Tomura asked, tone teetering between genuinely curious and accusatory. “Why now?”

That smile still pulling on the seams in his skin, Dabi stared down at his hands resting in his lap. “Just wanted you to know why I really stayed behind with Ujiko, I guess. When I saw I’d be useless against that giant, I figured it’d be an opportunity to handle my personal shit. I could look for a way to take out Endeavor without being a burden on you and the others. Go figure, I failed big time.

“Oh, sure, me and dear old Dad went toe to toe when I took the first high-end nomu out for a test run, like I said I would. But then that wannabe recruit I was looking into kind of fucked me over. And then Miruko showed up. And I was out there all alone, with no one to back me up, just how I’d wanted it.” A strangled laugh hiccoughed out of him. “So, Ujiko had to bail me out in the end. I completely overheated during the fight. My brain was so fried I even forgot the damn high-end on the field. If you hadn’t had the doc send me out here, he probably would’ve chopped me up and fed me to the rest of his pet projects. Anyway…I told you all that to tell you this.”

Dabi drew a long, shuddering breath and looked up square at Tomura. “I was wrong. I should’ve trusted you. The others too. I should’ve trusted that you would’ve helped me if I’d asked. That you’d want to. I’m sorry. I’m a reckless dick. And I didn’t leave because of you.” Closing his eyes, he let his head thump back against the tree and swallowed hard. “Just didn’t want to cash in my chips with you maybe thinking that was the case.”

Verbally eviscerating him for the sheer volume of his idiocy—take down Endeavor alone, didn’t want to be a burden, overheated to the point of collapse—should have been Tomura’s first instinct. However, it found itself blocked off before it even arose by one confession that kept echoing in his head.

I didn’t leave because of you.

The volatile energy buzzing in Tomura’s bones settled and faded out. Rather than leaving him depleted, it gave way for a new source of strength to rush in and replace it. One that set something in him right, like a dislocated joint popped back into place. The spot was still sore, still tender, but once aligned it made him whole and clear and sure the fight waiting for him was already his.

Reaching out with ring and pinky safely tucked against his palm, Tomura gripped Dabi by the chin. Those remarkable eyes fluttered open, startled but fixed solidly on him.

“It’d be easy for you then, wouldn’t it?” Tomura’s voice came out low and vicious, his dirty, broken nails digging into leathery scar tissue. “To just die here and not have to back up any of the shit you said? But you’re not going to get that luxury. I won’t allow it. You’re going to live just so I can have the pleasure of watching you beg and plead and grovel to earn my trust again. Understand?”

The tiny shiver that ran through Dabi, and the flicker of tongue over his bottom lip spawned a new reason to live that tied with Grind Re-Destro into the dirt for first. Patchwork hands landed on his forearm, petting and tickling. The smug bastard even dared to smile. “Perfectly, boss.”

“Good.” And then, because he was dangerously close to kissing him, or stripping him naked with his teeth, or something else otherwise unbecoming of the next King of Villainy, Tomura stood and added, “You look like hammered crap, by the way.” The hand that had clutched Dabi’s chin switched to offering him help up.

The smile sprawled into a crooked grin as the gesture was accepted. Dabi picked a bit of dead leaf from the hopeless mess of Tomura’s hair before tucking the locks behind his ear. “And you’re beautiful, as always.”

He snorted and tried to sneer. Really, he did. “Lying sack of shit.”

Any further attempts at flirting were cut short by an exclamation from Toga.

“Someone’s coming!”

After a final squeeze, Tomura let go of Dabi’s hand. For the first time in too long, they went to meet whatever came their way gladly, head-on, and, more important, together.

[ppangjae]

Sorry for bothering but I’m not sure if my request was sent ,it was a soulmate au with jaehyun ,the prompts were 6 and 8 Thank you and I’m sorry for bothering 🥰

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AU: soulmate!au

Prompt #6: “Quick! Act surprised.”

Prompt #8: “It’s time to put my clown makeup on because I have clowned myself yet again!”

When you turned eighteen, the letter J appeared on the back of your neck. The days, months, and years leading up to your eighteenth birthday has been nothing but hell and back. Being the youngest in your group of friends, you hated watching all your friends get their soulmate tattoos before you did. But once you saw the letter J tattooed on your skin, you couldn’t help but think all of this was a joke. Why?

Because all of your guy friends have names that start with a J. 

You have your best friend named Johnny, your childhood friend named Jimin, your classmate named Jungwoo, and the list goes on. It would be utterly impossible to find your soulmate at this rate. You’ve basically met every single person on the planet who has a name that starts with a J.

That is, until Johnny introduces you to his basketball teammate, Jaehyun.

You glare at Johnny. Johnny grins back at you. Ever since you told him that the letter J showed up on the back of your neck, he’s been doing nothing but introduce you to all of his friends that so happen to have a name starting with a J. So far, he’s introduced you to at least two other Jaehyun’s, Jaehyung, Jungkook, and three Jin’s. His basketball teammate Jaehyun is the third Jaehyun you’ve met.

“Quick! Act surprised.” You say sarcastically. “Another guy with a name that starts with a J! How lovely.”

“Y/N,” Johnny hisses at you and you roll your eyes. 

You glance at Jaehyun, who’s looking at you with warm eyes. There’s something different about this Jaehyun. He’s different than the other two, that’s for sure. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You introduce yourself. You extend your hand out for him to shake but he doesn’t budge in his stance. You quirk an eyebrow to look up at him. He’s looking at you with slightly widened eyes, before you clear your throat. He snaps out of it and shakes your hand.

“Jaehyun.” He shakes your hand. The gentle touch of his hand in yours sends a light shock throughout your arm. When you glance down at your hands, he gives your hand a squeeze. You slowly look up at him and the both of you exchange a look you can’t even describe.

He smiles.

“A pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

You find yourself going to Johnny’s basketball practices more and more. There’s only one sole reason as to why you show up more, and it’s because of Jaehyun. Your eyes can’t help but follow the jersey numbered 14.

Soulmate or not, you found Jaehyun boyfriend and soulmate material. He’s very charming in his own way. You were starting to understand why all the girls on campus liked and admired him. 

“Y/N, you came!” You look up from your novel to see Jaehyun waving at you. You feel your cheeks heat up. You wave back at him.

“Y/N, you came?” You hear Johnny ask. You look up again and wave at him. 

Johnny can’t help but grin. He glances at Jaehyun and notices how Jaehyun throws a face towel around his shoulder, hiding the back of his neck. He smirks, and his eyes trail back to you. You’re too busy reading your novel. 

You’ll both figure it out, he thinks to himself.

“Jaehyun’s soulmate is Eunha. He told me that he got the letter E when he turned eighteen.”

You remember hearing those words escape the lips of one of the basketball players. Ever since then, you couldn’t help but feel sad and disappointed. This time around, you had a feeling that it could be Jaehyun. It was the way he looked at you, how the both of you grown closer to each other over time, and how he made you grow nervous. But maybe you were just like all the other girls on campus.

“Y/N, I rest assure you that Eunha is not his soulmate.”

“She is.” You chuckle bitterly. “It’s not like you’ve seen the letter on his neck, Johnny.”

“Maybe I have.” Johnny says on the other line. You look up at the ceiling, letting out a sigh.

“It’s fine. I’m just glad that I found out as early as possible.” You try to make things feel a bit better for yourself. “It would be horrible if I found out when—”

“When you start catching feelings for him?” Johnny cuts you off. “But haven’t you already caught feelings for him?”

“Shit, you’re right.” You curse. “It’s time to put my clown makeup on because I have clowned myself yet again!”

“You’ll realize it when the time is right.”

“I had no idea you were a bookworm.”

You watch Jaehyun as he scratches the back of his neck. The both of you bumped into each other in the library. He had a high stack of books in his arms that he was ready to check out. Just the sight of him looking handsome in a beige mock-neck sweater made your heart hurt.

“Surprise.” He smiles. 

“Well, I’ll see you around I guess. I have a book to look for.” You insist.

“Wait!” He exclaims before you get farther from his sight. He realizes he’s in a library when the people around start to hush him. “What book are you looking for?”

“Pachinko.” You reply.

Before you could utter a reply, he grabs your hand and starts leading the way. You raise an eyebrow at him. The both of you find yourselves standing in front of a bookshelf all the way at the back of the library. 

“Oh,” he mumbles to himself, looking up at the top shelf. He glances down at you and smiles sheepishly. “It’s on the top shelf.”

“Can you reach it?” You question and he nods.

As he’s reaching up to the top shelf, you can’t help but feel your breath get caught in your throat. Your eyes stare at the letter engraved on the back of his neck. 

You’re shocked that the letter on the back of his neck is not an E, but the first letter of your name.

author’s note: i’ve always wanted to write a soulmate!au, but i don’t think it’s my forte yet. i might have to practice more lol. i hope you liked this one! thank you for requesting :-)