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pitviperofdoom · 1 year ago

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(CW: animal death and injury)

It wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe if this place was my livelihood I’d start panicking or packing up, but it’s not. I’m a vet, I own my own home, and I’m not hurting if my vegetables get looted. The garden’s a hobby at best, and yeah, maybe it was Grandma’s pride and joy, but I warned her I killed my mom's geraniums when she told me she was leaving me the house, so it’s not like she has room for disappointment.

If anything, the rabbits are lucky they picked my land to figure out civilization on, because I’m pretty sure my neighbor Carl would be dropping dynamite down the burrows in my shoes.

I won’t lie, I came close. Monster Truck got out while I wasn’t looking, and when he came hobbling home with a goddamn spearhead embedded in his leg, I was about ready to rain my own personal Iliad down on the little bastards. Lucky for them, treating arrow wounds on my cat gave me enough time to calm down and think. I figure it was self defense. I don’t like letting my cats outside off-harness anyway, and I would’ve been plenty upset if he’d come home with a dead bunny in his mouth.

It wasn’t so bad besides that. Was I a little miffed that they figured out metalworking before they figured out agriculture? Yeah, kind of. But you know, I always grew way more zucchinis and tomatoes than I knew what to do with anyway, and they were fun to watch. They had warriors on patrol pretty regularly, and once in a while one of them would stop at the sliding glass door and look in on me while I was cleaning or making dinner or whatever. Sometimes they’d leave little clay tablets out there, and I couldn’t read their writing so I don’t know if they were trying to communicate or ward me off, but either way I ended up with a nice little collection of bunny cuneiform (buneiform?) so there's that. Hell, one time the kittens were out and about in the evening, and I swear to god it looked like they were playing Sardines. Cutest thing I've ever seen.

So we left each other alone. I made sure the cats didn’t get out again, and they stamped and ran down the burrows if I got too close.

About a month after Monster got speared, I started noticing more changes. They’d eased off raiding the garden, and I decided to try replanting my romaine lettuce. They’d decimated my last crop, but hey, hope springs eternal, right?

Sure enough, I was wrist-deep in fertilizer when I spotted three of them creeping out of the bushes. At first I thought they were going for my pumpkins while they were still tiny on the vine, and I was ready to put up a fight, tiny polearms notwithstanding. But instead they just… watched me. All bright eyes and twitchy little noses, looking at me while I got manure under my nails.

I don’t know why I did it. Maybe it was the same instinct that makes you want to throw bread crumbs at pigeons, just to watch them run around and eat.

I watched them watch me, opening up seed packets, digging holes, planting. And then I took the last packet, opened it, and tossed it to them.

One of them stamped and bolted. Another made a fake lunge with its spear and barked something, before the third one stopped it, picked up the seed packet, and pointed at me. I went through the rest of the process, planting and watering and mixing in the Miracle-Gro, and by the time I was done the rabbits were gone.

There was a clear patch of dug-up soil just off the warren the next day. I left them some fertilizer and Miracle-Gro, just to be nice.

And then, when the lettuce started growing in my garden and theirs, something new happened. I went outside one morning, and there was a little grass basket between my garden and the edge of the warren, full of fur. Not like pelts or anything, like shed rabbit fur. It was fall, so I guess they’d just molted.

And at first I was like, what the hell am I supposed to do with this? But then the next day there’s three rabbits sitting at the edge of my garden, they’ve all got baskets of fur, and they’re spinning it into thread. There’s a spindle sitting in the lettuce patch—it’s at least three times the size of the one they’re using, so they must have made a big one just for me—and they’re all watching me and spinning and squeaking to each other. Probably gossiping.

It took me hours to figure it out, and I ended up having to Google how to hand-spin. I know they were laughing at me.

The thing about living somewhere rural is, you get to know your neighbors. And let me tell you, at that point those rabbits were better neighbors than fucking Carl. Of course, Carl set the bar in Hell, but still.

I figured that was the end of it. A peace offering for a peace offering. They still snuck things out of my garden sometimes, but more often than not it was so they could add it to theirs. They watched me whenever I was out there, copying what I planted when and where, how often I watered it, stuff like that. They even figured out how to use my slug repellent without, I dunno, eating it and dying or something.

But there was more to come.

At the end of February, I got home after an emergency shift at the clinic ran late. I wasn’t in a great mood; some family’s outdoor cat had been attacked by a coyote, there was nothing we could do but our best and our best wasn’t enough, and I was torn between just feeling sad for the cat and for the kids, and wanting to shake the parents til their teeth rattled because this is what happens when you don’t keep your goddamn pets inside—

Anyway. All I wanted to do was curl up with Monster Truck and Blackberry and sleep until noon. Instead I got woken up by tapping at my window at three a.m.

There’s a ledge on the outside, where I sometimes leave out seeds and stuff for the birds. When I woke up, there was a little bunny sitting on it, staring at me and knocking. When I turned the light on, it stamped at me and hopped down. It did that twice more before I finally dragged myself out of bed and went outside.

It was waiting for me at the back door, and instead of bolting when I stepped out, it was hopping around my ankles and tugged at my pant leg until I followed it to the bushes. There were three more rabbits hiding in there. Two of them instantly had bows trained on me, but the third was curled up, nose and eyes running, wheezing like it was suffocating. The first rabbit barked something, and once the bows were put away, it started tugging at me and pointing at the sick one.

Well, shit.

“Snuffles” is a really cute name for an illness, and it’s easy to treat if you catch it early. I was not catching it early in this rabbit.

It was a bad night. I ‘d just woken up from dreaming about Monster Truck getting mauled by coyotes. I didn’t even know if I should step in, because vegetable seeds are one thing but they’re bunny-millennia away from cracking germ theory and antibiotics, and I don’t know if I’d be violating some kind of Prime Directive if I gave it to them now, but you know what? Fuck it. I just had to tell two grade school girls that I couldn't help their cat, and I wasn’t about to tell Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail that I wasn’t even gonna try.

So yeah, I scooped up that wheezy, weepy little rabbit and drove her back to the clinic.

I ended up having to keep her for a little while, because she was in bad shape, and a full course of antibiotics doesn’t happen overnight. She became the darling of the vet techs while she was there, especially after she started feeling better and I brought her a spindle and some leftover fluff to pass the time. I also brought her some clay so she could write notes home that she was okay and to please not riddle me with arrows when I came home without her.

Eventually I brought her home good as new, stood back and watched the happy reunion, and left it at that. I wasn’t expecting them to throw me a party or anything; the thing about being a vet is that your patients don’t always thank you for it, and that’s fine. Things were quiet after that.

And then July 4th rolled around, and fucking Carl carted out the illegal fireworks again.

I swear, everyone who lives around here hates this time of year because of him. Most of us have animals, some of us moved out here for the peace and quiet, and none of us appreciate him setting off amateur explosives when we’re surrounded by trees and dry grass in July.

Last year the rabbits holed up underground and didn’t come out all night, but this year—I dunno. I just wish I knew enough buneiform to tell them the world isn’t ending, it’s just the asshole neighbor unleashing his inner pyromaniac.

Turned out it wasn’t the rabbits I needed to worry about..

I just opened the door for a second, just to empty out the compost container. I didn’t see Blackberry creeping up behind me before another explosion went off, and she was out the door and bolting into the night before I could stop her.

I swear I screamed so loud I must have spooked Carl, because he didn’t set off another one for a full ten minutes.

Blackberry isn’t like Monster. Monster was one of those pain-in-the-ass tomcats that got in fights and caterwauled late at night and filled the neighborhood with kittens before I finally caught him, fixed him, and taught him some manners. Monster can take care of himself, and if he can't, he's strong enough to cut and run.

But Blackberry’s my baby. She won’t go after mice or spiders, she lets Monster walk all over her, and she hides at the first sign of trouble. I know she only ran outside because it happened to be the direction she was facing, because she never wants to go out unless I’m with her. The last outdoor cat I’d seen at that point was the one that died on the operating table.

I was out all night that night, either looking for my cat or screaming at Carl to quit setting off fireworks so I could find her. He finally stopped around midnight, but it didn’t make finding Blackberry any easier. I didn’t give up until almost four in the morning, and by then I was exhausted, in tears, and ready to wring Carl’s neck. I went home and slept.

The next morning I went out again, with a stack of bowls, a liter of water, and some of my dirty clothes. I set up little stations for her, clothes with my smell along with water bowls, and remembered where they were so I could check for her throughout the day. I set them away from the warren, but I remembered what happened to Monster and kept checking back around the burrows, just in case.

It was nearly noon when I heard it.

Off in the distance, on public land to the west of my house, I could hear animals screaming. A lot of people don’t realize how close coyotes come to sounding like screaming babies, and the sound was unnerving enough on its own. In seconds, the screaming became snarling, and I was already running.

A rabbit met me halfway. I could tell he’d been looking for me, because as soon as he saw me, he turned right around and led me the rest of the way.

I’ve seen plenty of nasty stuff in my line of work, parasites and injuries and more than my share of vomit. It’s still easy to get squeamish when it’s animals you know.

Blackberry was at the foot of a tree. From the looks of it, she’d tried to climb it but got caught by the leg and dragged back down. Her leg was shredded, and she wasn’t moving much besides breathing.

There were six rabbits between her and the coyote, and of all the animals in that scene, you’ll never guess which one was the dead one. They’d fought the thing with swords, for Chrissake.

One of the rabbits was on the ground, even bloodier than Blackberry, and a second one picked him up and carried him over to me. I recognized both—she was the doe I’d nursed through snuffles, and the injured buck was the one who’d led me to her. I’d been calling him Cottontail in my head.

I wish I could say I didn't break down sobbing in front of a bunch of rabbits, but it is what it is.

I checked the coyote before we left. Cottontail was the only one with a bow and arrows on him; plucky little bastard got a couple right in its eye. I swear, when I picked him and Blackberry up to carry them out of there, he was grinning.

They’re okay now. Blackberry’s miserable with a fully bandaged leg and a cone of shame, but she’s on the mend and Monster’s been real sweet with her. I just let Cottontail back out into the yard—unlike Blackberry, I’m gonna trust him to know not to rip his stitches, and he better not disappoint me.

I picked up some alfalfa seeds on the way home. I figure I might as well try growing it, now that we’re working out a sort of trade system. Rabbit wool’s soft as hell, and they’re better at spinning it than I am anyway.

So help me God, if Carl fucks with these rabbits, his ass is grass.

“Hey, so… you know that trouble I was having with that rabbit warren? Well, it turns out they’ve developed into a bronze age society, and I just don’t have what it takes to remove them now.”

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unmitigatedsuperiority · 2 years ago

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Summary: Mermaid movie night ensues, prompting some reminiscing between you and Spencer. You swear you'll help Spencer get home...tomorrow. Pairing: Mermaid!Spencer Reid x Reader Word count: 4.7k Category: Fluff Rating: T Warnings: Food, brief mention of nausea

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[previous chapter]

JULY

“I wish I didn’t have to wait so long to see you,” Spencer mumbled, his tail swishing in time with the current below. You wondered whether that was a matter of rhythm or some deeper, intrinsic thing. Being so connected with the ocean. If someone were to pry you away from the air, would you still sway in time to the breeze?

“I feel the same way,” you agreed. “But it’s better like this.”

“I know. And even if you asked me to come here every day, I would say no. I do have some self-preservation instincts.”

“Says the mermaid who befriended a human. Doesn’t that go against your mermaid code?”

“Mermaid code?” He repeated incredulously, cheeks going wide in glee. You reached down to the cool saltwater, splashed it in his face.

“Hey!” You giggled at his mock-offense. Before you could gloat too long in catching him off guard, he returned the favor with a swipe of his tail and a downpour of water across your torso.

“What!” You squeezed out the bottom of your top. Spencer threw his head back, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. If there was any melody that would lure you out to the murky depths of the sea, it would be Spencer’s laugh.

AUGUST—TWO DAYS AFTER

“I love pancakes.”

Spencer tore into his breakfast, haphazardly cutting the stack of pancakes before him and stuffing forkfuls into his mouth. That morning you had woken up to a peaceful scene. The beach finally almost free of people, only one or two stragglers. And none on the path to the rocks. You probably could have taken him back this morning. But better to be safe than sorry—one more day couldn’t hurt. Besides, nothing would have brought you joy like the sight of Spencer scarfing down pancakes. You had to admit, it was adorable. Even if the concept of sardines on top of pancakes made you want to barf. But at least it was nutritious for him…kind of.

“And coffee,” you added, pointedly looking at Spencer’s now-empty second cup. He gave you a look, scrunching up his face, cheeks filled, sending you into a fit of laughter. You couldn’t believe you helped start a mermaid’s coffee dependence. He was going to be a menace once he went back home and couldn’t have caffeine. Because he needed to go back home…right?

“I need to look into this coffee thing, actually,” Spencer interrupted your thoughts, pensive. He shoved another bite into his mouth. “There has to be a way to have it back home.” You stared at him incredulously.

“Right. You’re going to grow coffee underwater?” You asked, slightly skeptic, but still with a dopey grin on your face. You could practically hear Tara making fun of you for it.

“We grow a lot of things underwater. We’re just good at hiding it,” he shrugged. “I think I could figure it out if I tried.”

“I’m sure you could.” You smiled and he mirrored the gesture. You took your seat next to him, content to eat your own breakfast by his side. Wondering once again how you got so lucky to have Spencer here with you. Except it wasn’t luck, not really. It was a matter of circumstance. And this was just like any other day with him. Except instead of peanut butter sandwiches on the beach it was sardine pancakes (regular for you) in your bathroom. Same difference. Time flew by the way it always did whenever you were with him. Or maybe it slowed down. Again. Same difference as far as you were concerned. Spencer didn’t seem to be too bothered by it, either; eyes lighting up every time you entered a room. It was becoming a conditioned response—open the door, see Spencer, be happy. Soon, just going into the bathroom was going to bring you joy, even without Spencer.

But you didn’t want to think about being in this room without Spencer anymore.

So, you didn’t. Instead, you two talked about literature and poetry and what does a mermaid even do all day, anyway? Then, you cleared your plates and talked some more. It had only been a few hours when you’d remembered something. A certain something you told Spencer you’d do with him someday.

“I have an idea, and I’ll be right back,” you informed him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before you could overthink it. You just caught sight of the redness spreading across Spencer’s face and down his neck as you left the room.

Jogging down the hallway, you swung into Tara’s open doorframe, leaning against it. Tara was laying on her bed, only a handful of pages into a new book. One that was decidedly not one of her usual thrillers…interesting.

“Hey…” you started. She looked up from her book, suspicious.

“Hey yourself,” she replied. You held your arms against your torso, preparing yourself to ask about what you came here for. You took a deep breath.

“I need to borrow your portable DVD player.”

“You own DVDs?” Tara asked, a furrow in her brow. You sighed.

“Aquamarine,” you mumbled.

“What? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“Spencer and I are going to watch Aquamarine together,” you spit out before locking eyes with Tara. “Don’t,” you threatened as she bit back a laugh. “I know exactly how that sounds. Believe me. Just let me live.” You held her gaze, trying to come across as menacing as possible. Tara backed down, but you had a feeling it wasn’t out of fear.

“Okay, okay, give me a second,” Tara gave in, placing her book face down on the bed as she went over to the closet to retrieve the device. You walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, peered at the cover of the book.

“Since when do you read Joseph Campbell?”

Tara scoffed. “I happen to read a lot of different things, Y/N.”

“Yeah, from Dan Brown to James Patterson,” you retorted. Tara responded with a graceful middle finger.

“Shut up,” she grumbled, still sorting through piles of semi-neatly arranged boxes and bins. “Luke said it was good.”

“And I’m sure he’s the one that successfully recommended a book to you.” Sarcasm bled into your tone. You’d been trying to get her to read some of your favorites for years now, to no avail. Only a certain someone could be having this much of an impact on the usually stubborn Tara Lewis.

Tara cut you off with an irritated groan as she continued rummaging through a box from a particularly high shelf. She paused. “Aha! Here it is.” She held up the chunky portable DVD player. “There’s batteries in the kitchen,” she added as she walked back to the bed, dropping it in your lap.

“Thanks, Tara.” You stood up as Tara settled back into her reading position. She glanced back up at you, laying the book down on her chest.

“Hey, is it cool if Penelope comes over today? I think she’s already on her way, but I can tell her not to if you’re not comfortable. She knows the one bathroom is off limits. Thinks it’s you and your boyfriend. I’m not going to correct her. It’s pretty accurate.” She lifted the book back up to her face. Your heart stuttered at boyfriend. Was Spencer your boyfriend? Your more-than-platonic mermaid friend? You couldn’t say.

“Rude! But fair,” you relented. “I assume the Joseph Campbell is because of Penelope?” Tara bit her lip, the silence thick. You smiled, smug. “Of course. Yeah, that’s fine. Bathroom is off limits. No being gross in public areas.”

“We’re not going to be gross!”

“You’re reading Joseph Campbell for her. You may as well be making out with her in front of me.” Tara chucked a pillow in your direction, landing just beside you with a gentle thwump.

“I love you, don’t be gross!” You called out as you left the room.

“Like you’re not being gross right now!” She called back. You laughed to yourself as you dipped into the living room to retrieve the DVD and then the kitchen to swipe some batteries.

Once you were fully equipped with everything you needed, you slipped back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. “Okay, that’s it. We’re watching Aquamarine.” You held up the DVD and portable player. Spencer sported a wide grin, affirming your decision.

“I’m actually really excited about this. I mean, I’ve never seen a movie before. I’ve heard of them, of course, but I doubt that just hearing or reading about them will live up to the real thing. I…” He trailed off, catching your gaze. He quirked his eyebrow, as if to say What? You grinned.

“You’re cute when you ramble, that’s all.” Now it was Spencer’s turn to be flustered. Which you caught onto immediately, given the daring shade of pink his cheeks took on. It was quickly becoming another one of your favorite colors.

You brought the side table used for breakfast earlier back to the tub, positioned the DVD player on top. You switched it on, the screen lighting up. You watched Spencer out of the corner of your eye, his gaze transfixed on the screen, taking in everything. His mouth was just slightly ajar, in disbelief at what he was seeing. You smiled, happy to be sharing this moment with him. You laced your fingers with his, prompting him to look up at you.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“We definitely don’t have this back home,” he said, eyes wide in fascination. You chuckled.

“Glad to be taking your movie virginity, then.”

Spencer tilted his head. “Virginity?” He asked, innocent, as though he’d never heard the term before. Or he’d never heard the term used in this context before. You felt your cheeks heat up, hotter than the sun. Even with all of Spencer’s encyclopedic knowledge and voracious reading habits, some things still didn’t translate.

“OKAY, let’s watch the movie, huh?” You pressed play, sound spilling out of the speakers, instantly enthralling Spencer. The perfect way to get out of explaining the concept of virginity to your mermaid maybe-boyfriend. As the movie began, you’d come to realize a crucial part of Spencer you’d been missing out on. He was a talker.

Well, that you knew. But he was a talker during movies, too. And it wasn’t annoying. It was endearing. You found yourself anticipating his reactions, responding to his quips about realism and questions about early 2000s human life. You even explained the cultural context behind Emma Roberts’ comment of Did they get bigger? preceded by a shot of the movie’s mean girl in a bikini. And you did, in between gasps of uproarious laughter. Spencer laughed right along with you, eyes crinkling. You could do this with him forever, you thought. You had gotten through the first few scenes, no Aquamarine to be seen yet, when the door to the bathroom was pushed open.

“WHOA!” You yelled out as a distinctly masculine voice yelled Sorry! and the door was shut just as quick. Spencer retreated, taking his hand out of yours and hiding. The entire side of your body felt cold and empty without his close presence. The door had barely been open a crack before it was shut again, but that was enough to break the spell you and Spencer were in. You tried to still your racing heart once you were sure no one was coming inside. You glanced to your left to see that Spencer had made himself as small as possible in the tub, eyes peering out over the water. If you had been any closer, you’d have noticed him shaking.

“I’ll be right back,” you reassured him, pushing yourself out of your seat and walking over to the door, only opening it just wide enough to let you through, not wide enough to let Spencer be seen. You looked up to see Luke. From the bookshop. You knew he and Tara had been getting closer recently—she frequented that store just as much as you did, it seemed—but you hadn’t realized they were on this level yet. Even more so that Tara would have extra company over when it was clearly not a good time.

“Hey…Luke. What’s up?” You asked, trying and failing to be nonchalant.

“Hey…” He narrowed his eyes. “I was just looking for the bathroom, but I see this one is occupied.”

“Yep. Yeah, occupied. Sorry about that.” You cleared your throat. “What are you doing here?”

“Happy to see me, huh?” He grinned, even as the joke fell flat. He barreled onward. “Well, I thought I’d come by and check up on everyone. I know the storm was rough and I just wanted to make sure you all were okay. Including Penelope because I guess she’s kind of camping out here now? Anyway, she told me the bathroom was down the hall, but I guess this is the wrong end of the hall.” You internally sighed in relief at the confirmation that Tara wasn’t careless enough to have multiple guests over. Just Penelope was enough to make you nervous, but she knew this bathroom was off limits. Luke, apparently, did not. You still silently cursed Tara for leaving all the outside doors unlocked, resulting in unexpected guests. Anyone could walk in. Clearly, you thought, now that Luke was right in front of you.

“Yeah, it is, and yeah, she is. I mean, she did go home yesterday but I know she’s back. Those two could not be less subtle,” you attempted some humor. Luke laughed in agreement.

“No, no they could not.” The silence between you grew before Luke raised his eyebrows and said, “Bathroom?”

“Oh! Right. Sorry. The other one is down the hall to the left.” You motioned with your hands as though the directions were a lot more complicated than they were. Luke huffed a laugh.

“Alright, thanks.” You nodded. Luke turned to leave. “Hope you’re having fun in there with your Romeo,” he added, chuckling, as he strode down the hallway towards the other end of the house. Once he was out of your line of sight, you slumped back against the door, opening it and slipping in. Spencer looked up at you, nerves visible.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him. You got back into your seat, leaned against the edge of the tub. “I guess Luke came over for something. But he didn’t see you. He knows I have someone,” you waggled your eyebrows for dramatic effect; Spencer chuckled, “over. But he doesn’t know you. Not beyond the fact that I’m a little hopeless when it comes to you.”

Spencer perked up, minuscule. “Hopeless, huh?”

“We’ll leave it at that, okay?” You took in Spencer’s tired eyes. “Are you okay?” Spencer nodded, quick.

“Yeah, just a little in shock, I guess. A lot of people. Close calls. Homesick, too, maybe.”

“I’m sorry about that. Especially the homesick part,” you said, sympathetic. Spencer shrugged.

“There’s not much you can do. It’s like you said, there’s too many people out there, right?” He smiled, making your stomach do flips in ways you hadn’t even known were possible. You thought back to the empty beach this morning. Only one or two stragglers. But it wasn’t safe, right? You had to keep him here. Maybe tomorrow, too, just to be safe. You could keep him safe here.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Too many people.” You sat there for a moment, unmoving. Spencer motioned for you to come closer. You could tell he needed the comfort, and you offered your hand to him without hesitation, without contemplation. You’d offer him anything if he’d asked. Fingers dragged down your arm before entwining in yours. He squeezed your hand once, eyes on the screen in front of you both, and exhaled. You squeezed back just as tight. Wondering just how tight you had to hold on to never let him go.

“Let’s get back to the movie,” he suggested. You nodded, pressing play on the DVD player and settling back. Several more minutes into the movie and Spencer had once again begun offering corrections on ocean life (That’s so unrealistic!). Your heart warmed at his enthusiasm, though you eventually decided that maybe you shouldn’t just stare at him for the entire duration of the movie. You redirected your attention back to the plot. Now, the girls had just discovered Aquamarine, with lots of screaming ensuing.

“That’s you,” Spencer whispered, lips quirked. You snorted.

“Shut up, I’d never seen a mermaid before when I first saw you.” You looked back over at him, unable to resist. He was grinning.

“I’d never seen a human that close either. You didn’t hear me screaming.”

“That’s because you were too busy hiding,” you teased.

“Excuse me for having some self-preservation instincts! Have I told you the story about my great aunt and how she had an encounter with a not-so-friendly human? Well—”

And as Spencer began to weave together this story he’d heard since childhood—one of fear and humor and cautionary tales—you retreated inward, just a little. You thought back to when the two of you first encountered each other, reveled in how it could’ve been just another cautionary tale. But it wasn’t. It was something so much more.

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer asked. You sighed.

“When we first met,” You replied, small. Spencer drew circles in the water with his fingertip. His tail thumped against the wall. He smiled.

“Of course. How could I possibly forget? The day some random human terrorized me.”

“I did not terrorize you! I walked away!”

“But you came back,” he pointed out, his voice softening, eyes crinkling.

“Yeah, I came back,” you agreed. Laid your other hand on top of your joined ones as though the contact would somehow make you feel even closer. Spencer didn’t seem to mind, inching into your personal space.

“I came back, too, you know,” he said before locking eyes with you. He took a deep breath, eyes flickering down to your lips, almost imperceptibly. “I will always come back to you.”

The ocean that lived in your chest roared again as you maintained eye contact. Frozen and unable to make the first move. You cleared your throat. “It’s Sunday.”

“I know,” Spencer replied, a near-whisper. “I always hated it.” You frowned at this admission.

“Hated what?” You asked, unwilling to tear your gaze away. Spencer was getting closer.

“Waiting to see you.” Your breath caught in your throat at Spencer’s words. You felt yourself scoot forward, Spencer mirroring your actions…

“Wrong bathroom!” Tara called out from outside the door, effectively dispelling whatever was about to happen. It was as though the bubble burst, and the tension fizzled, though not unpleasantly. Spencer instead leaned his forehead against yours, giggling at Tara’s dramatics. And you laughed along with him. In that moment, you couldn’t decide whether you hated Tara for interrupting or loved her for preventing an even bigger interruption. Whatever would get Spencer to stay this close to you would be your preference.

You both sat there for a moment, just listening to the forgotten sounds of the movie, the quiet inhales and exhales between you two. You closed your eyes, taking in this moment. Maybe if you didn’t open them back up, you could freeze this place in time, never have to leave. Spencer dispelled your dream, though, when he leaned back and away from you. You tried not to look disappointed. Spencer smiled, shy, before he sat fully against the side of the tub.

“You may as well just get in here,” he smirked. You huffed a laugh, but didn’t argue, modestly stripping and climbing into the tub. Spencer scooted backwards some more, giving you space to rest against his chest. You hip squished against his tail, arm against torso. Even cramped, limbs protesting, you couldn’t seem to get close enough. You just needed to be with him.

Spencer rubbed his hand up and down your upper arm as you laid your head against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, a subtle thump-thump. It was comforting, this position. Despite how physically uncomfortable it was. Because, truthfully, there was no place you’d rather be. Spencer spoke up after several minutes of pleasant silence.

“I was really scared today,” he whispered. You craned your neck to look up at him. “When Luke came over,” he continued. “I was scared. I don’t like to show it—even just admitting it like this is hard—but, uh, I was kind of terrified of being found out. I mean, I trust you, and I trust Tara to an extent. But I don’t think that number can grow. It’s too big of a risk.” Your heart sank a little at his confession. No more humans. But you understood. Of course, you understood. You wrapped an arm around his midsection.

“I would never let anything bad happen to you, Spencer. Never.”

He tightened his grip on your bicep. “I know. And the same goes for me. I know I’m an ocean away most of the time, but I would never do anything I thought would hurt you.” He looked down at you. “Never.”

You leaned further into his chest, hummed. “We’ve come so far, you know,” you said. Spencer rested his cheek against the top of your head.

“I know,” he replied. “I remember everything about how we met.”

And so did you, which you noted as the two of you recalled that very first time. The first meeting, and the countless others that came after that. From strangers to something more.

And then to something even more than that.

MARCH

You screamed.

Because of course you did. You instantly regretted it, feeling tendrils of guilt rise up in you at the retreat of the creature. But the damage was done. You’d scared it.

At night, you’d been coming to the rocks at the edge of the beach to collect your thoughts, maybe get lost in your latest read. It was your own personal refuge away from the rest of the world. Everyone else seemed content to leave this area alone. And so, in your head, you’d dubbed it yours. A secret place made just for you. But today was a disruption in your routine. Today, you’d come at the crack of dawn, unable to rest. And today, you weren’t alone.

“It’s okay,” you called out, quiet. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Brown eyes peered from behind a rock, the rest of its face obscured beneath the water. It did not seem intent on moving, and you couldn’t quite make out its features. But you knew there was a tail. A tail. Your mind couldn’t wrap around that fact, so you pushed it thought to the side for now.

“I’m sorry I screamed,” you added. “I was just surprised. I usually come out here to be alone. I wasn’t expecting to find anyone else here. Are you from around here?” You were met with silence. You hopped down from your spot, unwilling to overstay your welcome. “That’s okay. You don’t have to talk. I can leave. I won’t tell anyone I saw you; I wouldn’t do that. Your secret is safe with me.”

The entire walk back to the house you couldn’t stop thinking through the scene in your mind, over and over. Like rewinding and replaying a VHS tape until the image goes fuzzy. You didn’t see Tara that morning. And you didn’t feel like waking her up only to be told you were just seeing things. So, ultimately, you kept this to yourself and went about your week. Business as usual. Except for those eyes taking up space in your brain. Brown like freshly brewed coffee with a splash of milk. Like freshly tilled soil in the summer sun. Brown like you’d never seen. And those were just the eyes. You couldn’t even think about the tail, tucking that nugget of information into some recessed corner of your mind to be unpacked another day. But it still nagged at you.

Which is how, the following week, on the same day, at the same time, you’d found yourself back at the same spot of the beach. Where you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that you weren’t alone.

“Hello?” You called out, listened for any small movements. But the waves were too loud to hear anything but the sound of your own breath. “Is anyone there?” More silence. “I’m just going to sit here and read, if that’s okay…” You glanced around the rocks, any signs of life invisible. You shook your head, muttering to yourself about how you were basically talking to yourself when there’s clearly no one here.

You swung your tote bag onto the rocks, sat back and took out your book. Spent an hour reading peacefully, something you’d been longing for all week. Contentment. Eventually, you’d abandoned your book in favor of watching the sunrise. And that’s when you saw it again. A flash of blue-green. This time against a perfectly peach-streaked sky. Something beneath your ribs stirred, a foreign feeling, one that you’d come to be intimately familiar with in time.

“Hi, again. Do you have a name?” You asked, hopeful for the slightest bit of conversation. You don’t know what prompted you to think it would understand you, but you believed it would. Wholeheartedly. Silence filled the air in response to your question. “That’s okay, you don’t have to speak. I can do the talking.” You took your book out of your tote. “You seem like you could use a friend. Do you want to hear what I’m reading?” You heard a splash in the distance, the single most clear sign of understanding there ever was. You took it as a yes.

And so, that’s how it began. You reading passages of your books to the mysterious creature at the edge of the beach. Each week, it would come a little bit closer, never quite in full view. After the third week, though, it stepped out of hiding.

“…and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days—” You stilled, cutting off your reading some twenty minutes into your visit that day. Because there it was. There he was.

He was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Pale in the way a creature without sunlight would be. Lanky, but decidedly not starved. Damp brown curls almost obscured the brown eyes that had been on your mind for weeks now. Distinctly human eyes. They bored into you now, leaving you feeling particularly exposed and vulnerable. Naked. But the goosebumps and slight discomfort you felt was nothing compared to what the creature before you must have been feeling. You watched, utterly hypnotized partly at his beauty and partly at the situation itself, as he pulled himself up onto one of the lower rocks until his shoulder was in line with your feet. As he did this, your eyes were drawn to something even more incredible. Something the wildest fantasy novel would never be able to capture in words alone. A tail. Blue-green. Except that wasn’t an apt description because it was so much more than just blue-green. It was iridescent. Mesmerizing. something that nothing short of Poseidon himself could have conjured up. But there wasn’t a word that fit all of that into a few neat syllables, so, blue-green would have to do.

“Hi,” you spoke, testing the waters. It was the most direct you’d been with him yet.

“…Hi,” he replied, voice honey-sweet and utterly unique. You desperately wanted to hear it again.

“My name’s Y/N. What’s yours?”

“Spencer,” he replied, eyes finally meeting your own. You inhaled sharply, feeling that current in your chest rise.

“It’s nice to meet you, Spencer. Do you want me to keep reading?”

He licked his lips, nodded. You brought the discarded book back into your lap, brushed sand off the pages. You paused before continuing, looking down at Spencer.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said, smiling slightly as you lifted the book back up. You were just about to speak when you heard a reply.

“Nice to meet you, too.” he smiled back, bright and magnificent, as though signaling the start of something amazing. Because that’s exactly what it was.

And like the sun greeting the horizon every morning, Spencer always came back to you. Week after week. He always came back.

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Bonten Abbey: (mis)Aventures to the Arcade

Summary:

Sanzu Haruchiyo was known for many things...pill-popping, being late, and most importantly, wrecking the flow of the weekly Wednesday board meeting. What would this week hold? None of the other members of Bonten wanted to find out when he was once again late to the meeting which only spelled one thing for them. Disaster. Word Count: 8.7k Read on AO3

It was a Wednesday, and a Wednesday meant one thing for the Bonten gang. The weekly board meeting that nearly every single member in the top brass gang seemed to dread, loathe, and despise. It was often typical for each member to discuss their part for the designated five minutes. However, going over time would cause extreme tension in the sardine-can-sized conference room that would rival being trapped in a room with a rabid badger. In addition, there were times when other off-topic conversations occurred that in Akashi Takeomi’s quoted words were “an absolute fucking mess.” All in all, the meetings tended to go through without a hitch. However, today was not one of those days as Sanzu Haruchiyo strolled into the conference room with a shit-eating grin that rivaled no one else, fashionably late, of course.

“Hey, Sanzu!” An annoyed Mochi shouted at the man who entered, whipping his head around at the sound of the door closing, teeth barred and fists clenched in anger.

“Yo, Mochi.” Sanzu waved, trouncing over and sliding down into the uncomfortable and hard leather seat.

“We have a set meeting time, jackass.” Kokonoi hissed.

“Like he’d ever listen to that Koko….” Ran laughed, shaking his head.

“Important business called me.” The pink-haired man sighed blissfully, shrugging almost sarcastically to the platinum blond accountant’s dismay.

“I doubt that highly.” Rindou breathed.

“Oh, and what would that be?” Takeomi chimed in, a brow raised as he put out his cigarette.

“I’m so glad you asked!”

Reaching into his pocket with excited fingers, the pink-haired mullet sporting man pulled out a folded piece of paper. One would think this was some grandiose plan, some information regarding their competition, something important. But, no, Haruchiyo Sanzu unfolded the piece of colorful paper and slammed it onto the mahogany conference table, looking up at the group of men with a smirk.

“...Please tell me it’s actually important this time.” One of them said with a sigh. It didn’t matter which one.

“Oh, trust me, it’s of the utmost importance.” Sanzu assured, holding up his right hand, “Swear on Mucho’s grave.”

“The last time you used that, we ended up deserted at some movie theater that was showing a crappy porno...so that’s out the window, and you’re about to be too if this is something-” Mochi ranted, taking a glance at the piece of paper, “Are you fucking serious?” He asked in disbelief.

“What is it this time?” Kakucho finally spoke with an exasperated sigh, standing up from his seat and walking over to take a look at the piece of paper, “An arcade?” He asked with a raised brow as he looked over to the pink-haired man.

“Yeah, they’re running a deal where if eight people come as a group, you get 50% off.” He leaned back in the chair, putting his feet onto the table with a thud, “Therefore, I think we should take advantage of it and get off our depressed asses for a change.” Sanzu concluded with a nod.

There was a click in the background as Takeomi lit another cigarette. “I’m fine without having to babysit for the day.” Takeomi stated, then taking a heavy hit off of the cigarette, exhaling upward, “Interrupting a meeting for this is rather pointless, Haruchiyo Sanzu….”

“I think it sounds like a good time. Reminds me of when we were back in Tenjiku, right Rindou?” Ran turned to his brother, who sighed and shook his head.

“Yeah, I guess there’s some nostalgia there.” The younger Haitani agreed.

“2-1.” Sanzu stated, pointing to the others in the room, “Mochi, Kakucho, Koko….” He said to each as he pointed to each of them with his index finger, pausing as he hovered over the sleeping Mikey, not daring to wake him up.

“It’s a waste of our funds, and judging from the fact we recently recovered from the great Bonten Has To Eat Instant Noodles For Two Months issue...It’s a no from me as well.” Kokonoi explained as he slid his hands together, “I’m sadly not in the mood for instant noodles again.”

Sanzu rolled his eyes, “Stop being a drama queen, and it wasn’t that bad.”

“It was fucking awful. What the fuck are you talking about?” Mochi argued, “Just for that, it’s a no from me too.”

“Bullshit, you’re voting based on emotions.” Sanzu cried out, swinging his feet off the table and slamming his fists onto it with a loud thud.

“What if I am?!” Mochi screamed, holding his fists up, dropping the flyer onto the floor for Kakucho to pick up.

“Oh god, here we go again…” The younger Haitani laughed, laying onto the surface in front of him as he watched the fight unfold.

“Zero days without incident at a Bonten Board Meeting….” Takeomi sighed, shaking his head in dismay.

“Did we ever have a positive count…” Kokonoi asked in confusion.

“Nope.” Ran snorted as he shook his head.

“I think it’d be interesting.” The normally quiet Kakucho spoke up, placing the flyer onto the table near the sleeping blond.

“See? I knew Kakucho was my favorite for a reason.” Sanzu pointed towards Kakucho, who blinked and pointed towards himself to ask ‘who, me?’.

“Didn’t you say Rindou was your favorite last week?” Ran questioned, an index finger on his cheek in sarcastic thought, “Oh right, it was for ‘agreeing with you about how strawberry shortcake is better than strawberry cheesecake’ …” Pointing at Sanzu.

Rindou jabbed his brother in the stomach with an elbow, causing the taller of the two to emit a dull ‘ ow,’ “Don’t bring me into this.”

“That was an important conversation. Mochi was trying to say cheesecake was better than real cake,” Sanzu clarified, “I’m not going to rehash old beef, though.” He held up two hands as if to say he didn’t care. However, it only seemed to anger Mochi more as he drew back a fist. Kakucho began to get ready to hold the brawny man back for the umpteenth time.

However, a small yawn from the front of the table, causing every person to freeze. Mochi and Kakucho returned to their seats quickly as the blond who had once been asleep opened his dark, inky eyes.

“...All of you are unnaturally quiet,” He finally spoke, looking around at each of the men seated at the table. He then glanced down at the sheet of paper that was settled in front of him, “What’s this?”

Sanzu gulped. This was officially a make-or-break moment for his plan, “Ah, Mikey...it’s for an arcade that’s running a deal….” He trailed off nervously.

The blond’s obsidian eyes glanced over the information listed on the paper before pausing at the section relating to food and looking back up at the group of men, “We’re going.”

Sanzu smirked and looked directly at Takeomi, who looked as though he wanted to crawl into a ditch and die, “Sanzu - 1 Takeomi - 0.” He jousted.

“If we were keeping track history-wise, you’d be so far in the red you’d be begging for someone to come save you,” Takeomi shot back, shrugging his shoulders and standing from his seat. He walked towards the door of the conference room, turning his head to Sanzu, “but you do that enough already, huh?” Finishing with a dry laugh as he exited the conference room.

“What the fuck? I’m not Koko.”

“I’m right here…?” Kokonoi shook his head in disbelief, standing from his seat at the table with a huff and kicking the chair back into place, “If I have to eat instant noodles for two months again, I will never forgive any of you assholes….” Pointing a finger around the room, stopping before Mikey, turning on his designer heels, and walking out of the room. You could hear the faint echo of his heels trailing down the concrete hallway.

“And then there were….” Sanzu counted himself and the heads in the room, holding up one hand to count only to realize he didn’t have enough fingers, “Anyways, when are we going?”

“The flyer said the deal is only good until Sunday; therefore, we need to go before then.” Kakucho informed the group, “Since it’s Wednesday, and we each have jobs to do until early Saturday morning...I’d suggest Saturday afternoon.”

“Overall, that sounds like it would work with our current plans, Kakucho.” Mikey agreed, his obsidian gaze staring holes into the heterochromatic man’s soul.

Kakucho nodded his head, “I’ll be taking my leave now. I have some things I need to tie up.” Then, standing up from his chair, pushing the chair in, and silently walking out the door to the conference room.

“We’ll get going as well, then.” Ran suddenly spoke as he stood up lazily, a scuffling noise coming from the chair.

“You act as though we’re going to the same place….” The younger Haitani breathed, shaking his head and rolling his lavender eyes at his brother’s statement.

“I thought you said we’re going out for lunch?” Ran pouted, hands on his hips.

“I said I was going to get lunch, and you invited yourself again.”

“I don’t see what the problem is with that?”

“Everything, everything is the problem with that.” Rindou turned to his brother as he finally stood from his place at the table with a huff.

“Can I come wi-” Mochi started to ask, only to be interrupted.

“NO!” Both Ran and Rindou yelled simultaneously to Mochi.

“Tough crowd…” Sanzu snorted to Mochi.

“Listen-” Mochi started, cracking his knuckles, only to be shot a look by Mikey.

“I’d be careful Sanzu, Kakucho already left, and that makes the chances of your face getting smashed in about 8-2.” Ran pointed with some underlying amusement, almost hoping that there would be another fight.

“Wow! Is everyone Koko today?!” He asked incredulously, putting his head in his palm and looking at the older Haitani, “If I didn’t know better...you did our taxes, Ran!”

“...But, I do help with those?” He questioned in a confused tone, blinking.

“Leave him. He’s hopeless.” Rindou sighed, “Mochi, come with us to lunch before you get put on punishment duty by Mikey.”

“I wasn’t gonna do shit.” Mochi huffed, glaring at the pink-haired man, “What are you lookin’ at?”

“Nothing, nothing...it’s just-” Sanzu paused, leaning forward in his seat to get a closer look at Mochi.

“It’s just what?” Mochi spat.

“Your beard...you shaved it crooked this morning, and it’s the funniest fucking shit I’ve ever seen.”

Yes, it was at this moment that Mikey indeed questioned if he formed the deadliest gang in all of Tokyo...or if he formed the most immature band of toddlers in all the land of Japan.

---x---

“So, who's driving?” Sanzu asked lazily on that faithful Saturday afternoon.

“The last time Rindou drove, he floored it past an old lady because she was driving the speed limit and nearly crashed us into a gasoline tanker, so...I vote not Rind-OW what was that for?!” Kokonoi yelped, getting elbowed in the side by Rindou.

“She was going eight under the speed limit, number one, and number two. I drive fine compared to somebody!” The long-haired man glaring over to Mochi.

“Eat shit.” Mochi replied, flipping Rindou the bird, “Let Kakucho drive; he’s safe.”

Sanzu groaned loudly, “But Kakucho drives like a grandma.”

“And how is that a bad thing?” Kakucho sighed, shaking his head.

“We’re gonna get there at sundown if you drive.” Sanzu pointed out.

“Oh, true.” Ran chimed in with a thoughtful nod.

“I don’t drive that slow.”

“Yes, you do,” Sanzu breathed, “Next.” Kakucho held out his hand, only to put it down in defeat.

“Alright, since Sanzu is an absolute fuckwit about this, I’ll drive. One catch, though,” Takeomi spoke up as he threw his cigarette onto the pavement, crushing it under his shoe.

“Ooooh, Takeomi enters the chat.” Sanzu mooned.

“Shut up,” He shook his head, “I get full control of the radio.”

Everyone went silent, staring at one another in horror.

“Sanzu, let someone else drive,” Kokonoi spoke up finally.

“Yeah, please, let someone else drive.” Rindou shook.

“I don’t want to deal with this for 45 minutes.” Mochi looked over at Takeomi, lighting another cigarette, who had a sinister look in his eyes.

Mikey finally strolled down into the parking garage, noticing no one was in the bus, “Who’s driving.”

“Takeomi is,” Sanzu replied, a collective sigh from the group as Takeomi chuckled to himself.

As everyone began boarding the bus, Mikey clung behind with Kakucho, only to ask a singular question, “Does this mean he has control of the radio again?”

“We’re sadly going to be listening to Russian death metal for 45 minutes….”

Mikey stared ahead before reaching into his pocket and fishing out two pairs of earplugs and handing Kakucho a couple, “Tell no one.”

The dark-haired man blinked as the other walked onto the bus, Sanzu slamming on the horn while screaming at Kakucho to “get his ass on the bus,” much to Takeomi’s annoyance as he tried to shove the pink-haired idiot away. Inwardly, he wondered about the kindness as he embarked on the self-proclaimed Bonten prison bus, holding the earplugs in his fist.

The route navigation guidance will start…

“Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up.” Mochi chided the navigation system.

“Don’t insult her. You’d get lost getting out of a paper bag.” Rindou snorted.

Takeomi turned his head around and glared, “I hear any more arguing, and all of you will wake up in a walk-in freezer.” He said with a sweet smile, putting the bus into gear and starting to drive out of their base.

“You’ll never take me alive!” Sanzu retorted after a moment, snickering to himself as Takeomi visibly winced in anger.

“Yeah, that’s the point, dumbass,” Kokonoi replied, slapping the back of Sanzu’s head with an open palm.

“Takeomiiii Koko hit meeee-”

Takeomi gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his knuckles on that hand turning white as his other hand skillfully reached for the pack of cigarettes and a lighter that laid on the center console. He plucked a stick out with his lips, throwing the pack back down and flicking the lighter to light the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in for a long while as if to contemplate his current life choices, such as why in the world he ever agreed to play babysitter to a group of overgrown idiots and be their chauffeur for the day. Finally, his eyes looked into the rear-view mirror, meeting Sanzu’s mischievous cerulean ones, “Good, you deserved it.”

“Fuck off, Takeomi.” Sanzu puffed, Takeomi only turning up the music louder in a petty act of revenge.

“Look what you made him do!” The blond man shrieked in horror, everyone else on the bus, minus Kakucho and Mikey, glaring at the pink-haired offender.

“I didn’t do anything! He turned it up himself!” Sanzu defended.

“I’m rating Takeomi 1 star on Uber,” The older of the Haitani brothers joked, “Worst music choices, worst attitude, smokes in the car-”

“You can walk if you want,” Takeomi called out, “But remember, I had to carry you home after that mission because you twisted your ankle because you decided to wear those new Gucci shoes...I think you’d be too far up shit creek to stand on your own.”

Ran blushed furiously, “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

Rindou snorting and holding his sides, “Bro, that’s why you were limping that week? You said you slipped on the ice...It was your shoes?!” He wheezed.

“Oh my god, you’re absolutely hopeless, Ran….” Kokonoi facepalmed, chuckling.

“I am not. I’m reporting you to HR!” The short-haired man pouted, crossing his arms.

Sanzu snorted, “Did you mean Kakucho?” Looking over to the dark-haired man who was staring out the window, “Oh shit, he’s brooding.”

Mochi sighed, “Someone get the tissues ready.”

“Earth to Kakucho, come in to Kakucho...Return to planet earth!!” Sanzu yelled, causing Takeomi to glare at him in the rear-view mirror.

“Sanzu, that walk-in freezer has your name on it...I know a place relatively close by.” Takeomi threatened.

Turn left at the next intersection, then turn right.

“Bullshit, that’s the long way.” Takeomi hissed, throwing his cigarette out the window angrily, “Who designed this.”

“Please do not take us on another scenic route again…” Sanzu whined painfully, “It’s on the GPS for a reason. We do not need to relive the Black Dragons glory days.”

Takeomi rolled his eyes, “For your information, my glory days have nothing to do with getting us there faster.”

“Mhm...keep telling yourself that.” Sanzu replied snarkily, “Are we there yet?”

“Mikey, do you still have the duct tape in the bus?” Kokonoi perked up suddenly, clapping his hands together, “I suddenly thought of a great project for us!”

“I don’t like the sound of this project.” Sanzu objected.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll just love it.” The light-haired man reassured Sanzu, brushing his hand against his arm gently, the other retreating with disgust. Kokonoi snorted with laughter, “What, scared?”

“No, I don’t want to catch your reverse sister complex.”

Kokonoi stared at the other with his mouth wide open, Sanzu rolling his eyes in return, “I was at the Kanto Incident, don’t act like people don’t have ears when you and what’s his face were out there screaming about it….”

“Yeah, you were screaming about it, Koko.” Mochi agreed, Sanzu blinking that the man had agreed with him.

“Oh yeah, I remember that!” Ran exclaimed.

“Survey says Tenjiku remembers it Koko.” Sanzu shrugged.

“Go to hell, and stay there.” Kokonoi huffed, blowing his bangs off his face.

Sanzu crossed his arms, smirking smugly, “You’re just mad because I won.”

“Oh god, he’s crying.” Mochi whispered, nodding his head toward Kakucho, “Sanzu, you just fucking had to bring up Tenjiku, didn’t you?”

“Nice going Sanzu, that’s the 3rd time this month you did it, too.” Rindou pointed out, “I don’t think we have tissues in the fucking bus anymore.”

“Why the fuck not?!” Mochi hissed, “Oh wait….” His eyes trailing over to the elder Haitani, who was looking to the side inconspicuously.

Rindou’s eyes narrowed as he looked at his brother, “Yeah, hm, perhaps because someone decided to hop in with a fresh bullet wound….”

“Listen, it was a bad night...week...month….” He attempted in defense, each increment of time making Rindou raise his brow higher and higher, “ Year?” Finally, causing the younger brother to nod in agreement.

“Wow, Ran...it’s almost as though you’re more useless than Sanzu,” Takeomi muttered sarcastically, offended gasps resonating from both Sanzu and Ran.

“At least I know how to cook without setting the fire alarms off,” Ran spoke incredulously.

“You forgot the sprinklers too.” Rindou chimed in.

“Hey,” Sanzu spoke, turning his head to them.

“Please, let us all not forget about the time he came to a meeting to discuss the fine intricacies of how orange juice makes you taste weird after you brush your teeth,” Mochi added, shaking his head in disproval.

“I’m right here!” Sanzu yelled in a huff.

You have arrived at your destination.

“Thank fucking god,” Takeomi sighed, putting the bus in park, “Someone wake Mikey up.”

---x---

Surprisingly, the arcade was located in a relatively remote part of town compared to where Bonten typically walked their regular routes. However, this did not stop several people from staring as the rag-tag crew disembarked the converted prison bus.

“Hey, hey...who are those people…”

“They look kinda scary.….”

“Alright, so game plan time.” Sanzu began as they walked towards the doors of the arcade.

“I’ll go in, so you get the deal. However, I’ll be standing outside to smoke otherwise.” Takeomi concluded.

“What?!” Sanzu shrieked in disbelief, “No, you have to participate.”

“No, I don’t.” The scar-faced man replied coldly.

“Let it go Sanzu, Takeomi can keep watch.” Kakuchou offered, “And he needs a break too. He just drove for almost an hour.”

Takeomi nodded his head in agreement, “Couldn’t have said it better.”

Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance, looking over to the blond for help, “Mikey….” He pleaded in a petulant manner.

“Let him rest.” Mikey stated, “He’s been pulling overnights, too.”

Takeomi smirked towards Sanzu, who only seemed to get more aggravated as he aggressively pulled open the doors to the arcade with a loud, “Fine!”

The arcade was anything you would expect, loud, smelled a bit musty, and was vibrant beyond compare. However, there was a slight scent of cheese for some strange reason. Heading towards the counter, the eight members of Bonten cashed in for several game cards that were quickly handed to none of than Hajime Kokonoi himself.

“Wait, why me?” He asked incredulously.

“Weren’t you the one who said, oh, I don’t wanna eat instant noodles for a month ?” Sanzu mocked, shaking his head.

“Yeah, but we’re all adults here and can manage fine….” The platinum blond trailed off, looking around in a confused manner.

“Yeah, Koko, don’t be a hypocrite.”The older Haitani agreed, hands on his hips.

“Are you seriously agreeing with him?!” Koko cried in astonishment.

“Well, I think that settles it,” Sanzu said with a smirk, “You can go play like, one game or something like that.”

“Sanzu, is the word ‘nice’ in your dictionary, or did that get removed when you started your drug usage?” Kakucho asked, blinking.

Sanzu turned and looked at the other man, “I could say something right now, but it would amount to the fourth time this month.”

“Alright, let’s just get on with this shit.” Mochi finally said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, Yeah...I’m going….” Sanzu waved his hand as he walked in the other direction, likely off to find something that piqued his interest.

Ran turned to Rindou, “I wonder if they have DDR here….” He wondered aloud, his lavender eyes glancing around the area only to light up in amusement, “I see it!”

“Oh, it’s on.” Rindou smirked, “Ready for a revenge match, bro?”

“Like I’d ever miss it for the world.” Ran laughed as they both made a bee-line for the machine.

“What are you gonna, do Kakucho?” Mochi asked, turning to the jet-black-haired man.

“I’m not sure; I haven’t been to an arcade since….” He trailed off and looked to the floor.

“Get out of your head for once.” Mochi punched the other lightly in the shoulder with a grin, “Can’t stay in there forever, huh?”

Kakucho looked towards the other man and nodded, “You’re right.”

The two began walking around, attempting to find something to do in the vast array of games and activities, stopping now and then for Mochi to try something and only failing at it miserably, only to have Kakucho show Mochi how to do it properly. Eventually, both came upon a motorcycle racing game, their eyes lighting up as they used to long ago.

“Mochi?” Kakucho asked quietly, though loud enough to hear over the several kids screaming in the background.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“We’re playing this.” He declared.

“I mean, I figured when you stopped right there and were staring at it like it was some sexy chick at the strip club.” Mochi snorted, Kakucho staring at him as though he had two heads.

“Your disrespect for women is unimaginable.” He huffed as he hopped onto the motorcycle.

Mochi let out a hearty chuckle as he climbed onto the adjacent motorcycle, “Preaching respect women while in a gang that deals with prostitution,” He slid the card into the reader twice, “That’s some funny shit.”

“Oh screw, you.” Kakucho pouted as he swerved the motorcycles to select the rider, pausing over a white-haired rider and selecting them.

Mochi stared a moment, blinking at the fact Kakucho had chosen a character that looked like Izana. He shook his head and chose a random character, not exactly caring.

3...2...1...START!

“Oh fuck me, this ain’t nothin’ like the real shit.” Mochi cursed as he attempted to steer, crashing out several times with a string of curses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about; this is pretty easy?” Kakucho replied, already in 1st place.

“How the fuck!” Mochi swore in anger, attempting to climb back into a semi-reputable position, only to realize he was in 9th place, closing in on 10th.

Kakucho tilted his body through a turn and smiled; he was having fun with this. He truly missed being able to go to the arcade with friends, with Izana. He wondered if they could do this more often...if Bonten could. He was drawn from his thoughts as Mochi swore loudly again, making him laugh, “Mochi, do you need help?”

“How the fuck are you gonna help me from there?!” The bulky man swore, now in 12th place—dead last.

“I...don’t know,” Kakucho admitted, crossing the finish line and setting a course record for the game.

“This is some ungodly level bullshit right here,” Mochi complained, trying to back himself out of an in-game ditch.

Kakucho continued watching for several minutes until Mochi finally crossed the finish line, “Well done.” He congratulated.

“Oh fuck off, enter your damn name.” The bearded man hissed in envy.

Kakucho entered his initials into the game, listed under 2nd place. He wondered who had set the 1st place record for the machine, though it was likely impossible to figure out.

His head turned when he heard a cry of frustration nearby, one that he knew...Koko?

---x---

When the group had split up earlier, Haruchiyo Sanzu had given him one rule. That was he was only allowed to play one game. Several ideas ran through his head, virtual poker, which allowed him to recoup the money they were blowing here, the weird slot machine game that looked rather promising, and then, of course, the game where you had a coin and slid it down a slot to push more coins off a ledge… All of those were lovely ideas, Kokonoi thought, that was until he landed upon a red stool in front of a screen that read Deal or No Deal. He’d heard of this reality television series before, and he knew the premise.

The blond pursed his lips as he sat down, assessing the machine. There were 16 buttons on the front labeled 1 through 16 in the shape of what looked to be briefcases. Kokonoi assumed they were to represent the motifs from the show. He sighed, figuring that, if anything, this was going to be the game for him. He slid the game card through the reader, slumping onto the stool.

Get ready to play: Deal or No Deal.

“Fuck me…” Kokonoi sighed in annoyance, watching as the said sixteen cases appeared on the screen with various ticket amounts ranging from one to five hundred. Large letters appearing stating to ‘follow the cases,’ which essentially signified you were supposed to pick the largest amount.

“Oh lovely, some RNG?” He muttered sarcastically, “It’s not like we don’t get enough of that in those gacha games kids play these days….” The cases shuffled around the screen, stopping and showing designated numbers that corresponded to the buttoned below. He thought a moment before pressing the nine button.

Choose your case...this will be your personal case.

“Yeah, I already did that-” Kokonoi hissed in annoyance, spamming one of the buttons to no avail.

You chose case number nine.

“Oh.”

Now pick five cases.

“I feel like I’m playing some fucked up lottery.” He sighed, noticing the clock and swearing under his breath as he scrambled to choose a number, “Let’s continue with the ongoing theme of my name.” He pressed the 1 button.

One.

One of the virtual women on the screen opened the case to reveal a low ticket amount, Kokonoi nodding his head in approval. He pressed the 13 button, the game echoing his choice once again to show yet another low ticket amount.

“And I thought poker was a rush.” He mused to himself, pressing the 8 button. This time, a larger amount was revealed.

“And all good things come to an end.” The light-haired man sighed as he then pressed the 15, another low.

“Back in black,” He joked, leaning back as he assessed the board for the final number, “Alright, let’s try 6.” It was a high number.

There was a ring from a telephone, causing Kokonoi to look around in confusion, only to realize it was the game, “This is such a weird game….”

That’s the bank.

“Oh good, am I getting paid?”

Here is the offer...Deal or No Deal...

A ticket amount appeared on the screen, Kokonoi’s inky eyes narrowing, “That’s it?!” He cried in frustration, hitting the NO DEAL button quickly, “I think that one gang we took out last week had a better offer for us than that.” He huffed.

Now open four cases.

“Again?” He asked incredulously, shaking his head, “Fine.” He pressed the 2 button, revealing a large amount, “Goddammit.” He thought a moment as the clock ticked down.

Hurry up.

“Oh, this game did not just tell me to hurry up.” The fair-haired man stated saltily, pressing the 16 button, low. He smirked, “See, can’t rush perfection.” He pushed the 10 button, low again.

“One more until the bank comes crawling back to me….” Kokonoi thought aloud to himself, hovering over the 14 button and then pressing it gently. Another low amount. The phone began ringing again in the game, music to Kokonoi’s ears, in all honesty.

There’s the bank again.

“Who else would it be?” Kokonoi mocked as he waited for the offer to appear on the screen.

Here’s the offer...Deal or No Deal…

Kokonoi thought a moment as the in-game clock ticked down. While this was a remarkably better offer than the last, he knew that there was still a significant chance he would be able to win big, and after all, it was an arcade. And not to mention, the bragging rights over Sanzu would give him mental clarity for the next month. With that thought, he pressed the NO DEAL button.

Now pick three cases.

Kokonoi sucked in a breath, his heart pumping, and he rubbed his hands together, “This is starting to feel like poker.” He pressed the 3 key. High. Swearing under his breath as he then pushed the 12 key high again. He stared up at the ceiling, his grand plan starting to fall apart as he looked down and pressed the 7 key, hoping for some luck. Low. Kokonoi sighed to himself as the phone rang, knowing the offer would look like garbage compared to the last, and laughing hysterically when it was less than half of what it originally was, quickly pressing the NO DEAL button as if he had never seen it.

Now open two cases.

“I don’t know if it’s good or bad, that the highest amount is still there, or that the offer they just made was so bad I wanted to leave here and never return..” Kokonoi chuckled to himself, questioning his life choices up until this point, pressing the 5 key. High. He then pressed the 4 key, also high.

“Wait...doesn’t that mean…” He stared and blinked, “I have either the 1 ticket or 500…”

The phone ringing again to make another offer, Kokonoi spamming the NO DEAL button as he came to the realization.

Now, let’s open your case.

As the in-game woman opened the case, Kokonoi leaned forward, only for the case to reveal...One ticket. Hajime Kokonoi had won, one ticket. He screamed, slamming his hands onto the machine before holding his head in his hands, staring at the floor in anguish. By now, Kakucho and Mochi had made their way over to him.

“Koko, what happened?” Kakucho asked, leaning down to attempt to make eye contact.

“I took a calculated risk...and for what.” The blond sobbed, his hand nearly tearing his hair out in frustration.

“Uh...Koko, it’s just a game.” Mochi laughed, amused by the entire situation.

“Do you think we can put a hit on Howie?” Kokonoi asked after a moment, looking up at the two of them.

“Who the fuck is Howie?” Mochi asked.

“Isn’t that the Deal or No Deal guy?” Kakucho asked, and then noticing where they were standing, “The answer is no, we are not killing someone for your petty revenge.”

Kokonoi huffed and crossed his arms, “Fine.” He looked around, “Where’s Ran and Rindou?”

“Oh, they’re with their fan club.” Mochi snorted, “Go see for yourself.”

---x---

“They really do have it, bro!” Rindou said with a huge grin, pointing towards the bright and colorful Dance Dance Revolution machine in front of them.

“Why wouldn’t they? They had it when we were growing up in Roppongi?”

“Okay, but who the fuck knows about a weird arcade Sanzu chose.”

“You speak only the truth…” Ran laughed, stepping onto the pad and sliding the card through the reader, “Oh nice, we get three songs?”

“Remember before we’d have to keep a cup of quarters on the floor, and we’d always spill it?” Rindou asked, tying his hair into a bun and joining his brother on the game’s vibrant pad.

“Yeah, and you’d always blame me for it even though you were always the one who did it!” Ran pouted, flipping through the songs and pausing on one, the music filtering through speakers as he turned to Rindou with a sinister smirk, “What was that about a revenge match?”

Rindou grinned, crossing his arms triumphantly, “I’ll gladly bust your ass at Kimagure Mercy any day.”

“Do you still remember how we do it?” Ran questioned as he selected it, sliding off his suit jacket and slinging it over the back of the railing.

“How couldn’t I.” The bun-sporting man rolled his lavender eyes, “Aren’t you the older one, gRANdpa?”

Ran’s eyebrow twitched, “I’m not above sibling punishment Rindou.”

“Oh, I’m shaking.”

The was applause from the game, signifying the song was about to start. The two brothers faced forwards, the intro starting and patterns beginning to fall down the screen. The two started to move in unison, swaying back and forth to the beat. It wasn’t until the first verse hit that what Ran mentioned began.

The Haitani brothers had begun to dance while playing Dance Dance Revolution.

Rindou glanced over to his brother, “Oh my god can you stop being such a show-off for once?” He huffed through a laugh, clapping hands with his brother to the beat.

“Please, it’s on my wiki article!” Ran cried out, “Just like you’re a big brute.” He bopped his head.

“I am not!” The younger retorted, squinting at the screen.

“Don’t mess up, Rindou!” Ran teased and purposefully pushed the other a bit in one of their claps.

“Fuck off!”

A crowd began to grow, mainly teenage girls enamored by these two men playing the game in such a spectacular way. All of them were excitedly watching as the two played, starting to ask each other questions such as “Does anyone know their names?” “Who are they?” “Do they have an Instagram?”... Eventually, when Rindou’s name was mentioned, people began to cheer for him. Naturally, this caused a significant issue for Ran Haitani.

“Hi ladies, I’m Ran~” He sang, causing them to squeal, a smirk plastered on his face, and an annoyed groan from Rindou echoing in response.

“In another life, I wonder if you were destined to be a host.” He sighed, accidentally missing the tile on the floor, “Shit!” he swore loudly.

“You see what you get, Rindou; respect your elders.” Ran snorted, the other man glaring at him from the corner of his eyes.

“When this song is over, you better run…” He whispered, “It’s over in 23...22...21…”

“I’m so old, my hearing…” He joked, Rindou nearly grabbing his hand during one of the claps and breaking it.

The song wrapped up, Ran turning around and waving to the group of girls and Rindou slouching forwards, primarily due to rage, though also due to an insatiable desire to beat his brother to a pulp in Dance Dance Revolution.

“Again.”

“Oh, you want more?” Ran asked with a lazy smirk as he waved to the “fans”.

“We have 2 more songs.” Rindou huffed, rolling his eyes, “It’s a waste of money.”

“True,” Ran nodded his head, “Let’s pick an easier song then!” He reached for the buttons only to have his hand slapped away by the younger, a dull ‘ow’ leaving his lips.

“No, we’re playing this song until I beat you. It’s that simple.” Rindou explained, hands on his hips.

“Fine, fine.” The older relented, “Don’t blame me if you can’t beat me.”

By the time Kakucho, Mochi, and Kokonoi made it over to the Haitani brothers. The crowd was sizeable. The arcade staff attempted to get the crowd to disperse, as it was becoming a fire hazard to the facility.

“Hey Ran, Rindou, what happened here?” Mochi asked as he finally made it to the front.

The two stepped off the machine and walked over to the group, Rindou grinning as the elder brother shook his head, “I reminded him who the rightful heir to the DDR throne is.”

“Please, you only beat me once.” Ran sighed in exasperation and exhaustion.

“And that still means I beat you.” The long-haired man spoke smugly.

“Wait, so that crowd...was all for you two playing a rhythm game?” Kokonoi questioned, “That’s insane.”

“I hope they don’t follow us home, or Mikey is going to have our heads,” Kakucho pondering the probability, “Then again, they might see Takeomi and get a bit scared.”

“Is he still out smoking?” Kokonoi pondered, tilting his head to see if he could see him, “I can’t see him.”

“I thought I saw him come in with Sanzu earlier?” Ran spoke up, the entire group staring at him.

“That can’t be right. Takeomi would never go with Sanzu…” The blond-haired man stated, slightly bewildered by the information.

“Oh, there he is.” The younger Haitani pointed, Takeomi wearing a shit-eating grin as he walked back outside, the entire group then spotting a pissed-off Sanzu.

---x---

Sanzu was officially bored. He thought that coming to the arcade would be an excellent way to spend some time away from things, though it only seemed to create more issues. What was worse was everyone else seemed to be doing their own thing, so there was no one left to mess with or bother. After an hour of wandering around and playing several games that held his attention for a few minutes or less, he set his sights on a bigger and better prize: Akashi Takeomi.

Yes, in actuality Akashi Takeomi was dangerous. He likely could kidnap Sanzu as he slept, lock him in a freezer, and then feed him to the fish...Though where was the fun in not messing with someone like that? He smirked to himself as he walked outside to see the scar-faced man unsurprisingly smoking.

“Ew, how many have you smoked today?” Sanzu spoke, holding his nose in mock disgust.

Takeomi didn’t even look at him, “Half a pack, give or take.”

“Smoking’s bad for you, y’know.”

“Drugs are too, but you don’t see me trying to give you a 12-step lecture.” Takeomi retorted dryly, Sanzu cackling in response.

“I gotta hand it to ya. That one was funny.” The pink-haired man pointing to the other.

“What exactly do you want?”

Sanzu clasped his hands together, “Dearest Takeomi, you’ve been out here for over an hour...I think it’s about time you came inside and actually enjoyed what we came here for.”

“No.” He replied with a laugh, “Nice try though, really love the theatrics...maybe we can get you a job with the prostitutes.”

Sanzu groaned, “Can you stop being a stick in the mud for once and be fun?”

Takeomi felt something inside him snap. Honestly, he just wanted to sit outside and smoke. He wanted not to have to deal with a specific pink-haired buffoon who continued to ruin his Saturdays over and over each week. Instead, however, he turned to the other man with a sickly sweet smile, throwing his cigarette onto the ground and crushing it under his shoe, “Sure, Sanzu, I’ll play one game...let’s go.”

“Really!” Sanzu’s face lit up with excitement, “Okay, let’s go!”

As they entered the arcade, Sanzu and Takeomi walked around a moment, regret beginning to wash over the older as his head began to pound from the noise and light.

“So, what do you want to play.” The pink-haired man asked, tipping his head to meet the other’s gaze.

“I don’t know, and I haven’t been to an arcade in fuck all knows.” Takeomi hissed, rubbing his temples, “Can you make it quick?”

“Jeez, I didn’t know they made you when the dinosaurs still walked the planet.” Sanzu grumbled, “Let’s go for a shooter then.” The two of them walking towards a Western-style shooting game that had plastic guns.

“Why am I not surprised.” The dark-haired man breathed, shaking his head.

“What? Sorry, I’m good at what I’m good at?” Sanzu mocked, shrugging his shoulders, “Anyways, it’s pretty self-explanatory...aim, pull the trigger, boom.”

Takeomi smirked. What Sanzu didn’t know was, he knew how to play this game. He knew far too well how to play this game because, during his days as a Brahma captain, Senju and himself would often sit in arcades and play. Sanzu Haruchiyo had sentenced himself to an early grave with this one, no matter how good a shot he was.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” The pink-haired man nodding his head towards the machine.

“I’m broke; you pay for it.”

“How the fuck are you broke if you- Nevermind.” Sanzu started, shaking his head and sliding his game card through the reader, “Let’s settle this.”

The older stepped up to the gallery, picking up the model gun and testing the weight in his hands before settling on a position.

Ready...Start!

Enemies started popping onto the screen, Sanzu quickly shooting the targets that were his color. He thought to himself it would be easy to best the older man until he realized he was keeping pace, and his score was already twice his based on the accuracy bonus.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Sanzu started, beginning to get ruffled by the sudden turn of events.

“What is it Sanzu, maybe you should aim a bit better, or is that too difficult?” Takeomi replied cooly as he blasted the head off of a zombie, “Oh, that was a good one.”

“Are you shitting me?” He cried out in response, “You actually know how to play this?” Sanzu was aiming for one of the enemy bonuses. However, he missed miserably. He swore under his breath, much to Takeomi’s delight.

“It’s been a good oh, what did you call it...era.” He mused as they made it to the boss level, “But for someone as young as you, this must be easy, right?” His voice dripping with poison.

“There’s still the boss level. I can-” He looked at the scores, feeling the color drain out of his face.

“What was that, Sanzu? My old deaf ears can’t hear you over the sound of your absolute thrashing.” He chuckled, “But don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll recover in time to hear you cry.”

“Do we just need to get you a nicotine drip? I don’t think the patch is gonna cut it with you.” Sanzu groaned, “Or, do you want one of my pills? Those might take your edge off too.”

“Take the joke, Sanzu,” He sighed, the game finishing out and Takeomi writing his initials in the records list, “Have a good time trying to beat that, though.” The older smirking, patting the other on the back as he walked towards the entrance, shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he pulled out another cigarette from his ever-dwindling pack.

Sanzu stared at the score in disbelief. He couldn’t beat that score today. He would have to come back another day to beat it, but he would beat it, no matter what. He stomped his foot in frustration, only to notice the entire Bonten group was looking, sans Mikey. He blinked and did what any person with an IQ between 85 and 115 would do...make a break for the food court before he could be harassed.

---x---

Was this the main reason Mikey agreed to this excursion? He didn’t want to admit to it. However, when the flyer said they had six different types of taiyaki in the featured food court, Mikey was sold instantly on the idea, as embarrassing as it was. He quietly walked towards the counter, scanning the menu with his pitch-black eyes only to discover there were, in fact, now eight taiyaki options. He smiled softly to himself as the person operating the counter looked on in confusion at the strange man in front of them, “Can I help you?” The food court employee asked him, tilting their head to the side slightly.

“Taiyaki, all of them,” Mikey said, sliding a large bill onto the counter.

“Do you mean all of the kinds or...all of them, all of them.” The employee clarified, thinking to themselves.

His eyes lit up, “I can have all of them?” He asked.

“As long as you pay for them, I don’t see why not...It might take a bit, though, because we warm them in an oven, so they get kinda crispy.” The employee explained, noticing the glimmer in his eyes.

“All of them, then.” Mikey clarified, adding another bill on the counter.

“Do I know you from somewhere, though?” They asked as they handed him his change, causing Mikey to pause for a brief moment.

“I haven’t ever met you before.” He replied, walking to one of the tables and sitting in the uncomfortably hard seating. It was nearly impossible to take a nap here due to how loud and bright it was, as well as how unbearable some of the smells were...Who honestly authorized it to smell like nacho cheese? Though, he also realized he was in a food court. Slouching down into the chair, he wondered what the rest of his gang had decided to put their minds to that day. He assumed Sanzu had found something involving guns and roped Takeomi into it as well, smirking because he knew that Takeomi had played before. Kokonoi had likely found something involving money, and The Haitani brothers honestly were talking up a storm about Dance Dance Revolution before they even arrived. Mochi and Kakucho were the two members of the group he wasn’t quite too sure about. He made a mental note to ask Kakucho when they boarded the bus again later that day.

“Alright, here are the first few, careful though, because they’re extremely hot.” The employee warned, setting a tray in front of the light-haired man, “I’ll keep them coming.”

Mikey reached forward and grabbed one of them, mentally noting that his hand was burning, though not exactly caring as the gratification of the taiyaki was going to be worth it in half a second. He bit in and leaned back in bliss. He was elated as he continued to eat through the pile of confections, completely losing track of time. He inwardly began to feel that the Russian death metal car ride from hell was worth it, and so was having to deal with Sanzu complaining about everything. And so was-

“Mikey, are you okay?”

He wanted to snap his neck.

Sanzu stared at the fair-haired man, who looked as though he had passed out in his chair, only for him to lean back up with a menacing stare slowly, “I’m fine.” He said coldly, taking another angry bite of the taiyaki.

“O...Oh…” The pink-haired man replied, nodding his head nervously as he backed away, “That’s a lot of taiyaki there.” He pointed towards the ever-growing pile of confections.

“I know. They’re mine.” Mikey responded as he finished the first, licking his lips and picking up another, “Where is everyone else?” He questioned as he bit into the sweet and bitter flavor of matcha.

“I saw them a couple of minutes ago; they’ll probably be here in a minute...Takeomi is smoking.” He informed the other, omitting the absolute ass-kicking he had received.

As if on cue, the group walked into the food court; however, the mood quickly changed as Kokonoi held up his phone, “We need to go, one of Ran’s fangirls posted them on their Instagram; and we need to get out of here, now .” His eyes narrowing.

“Why are we blaming my fangirl for this? They’re just as much of Rindou’s as mi-OW” Ran once again getting elbowed in the side by his brother.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you didn’t name drop both me and yourself, so now you’re really more useless than Sanzu!” Rindou scolded him, “And you’re supposed to be older than me!”

“I’m RIGHT here!” Sanzu replied, raising his hands in exasperation.

“Cry me a river Sanzu, oh wait-” Mochi snorted, laughing at his own joke.

Kakucho grinned, “Mochi, that was surprisingly good coming from you.”

“I know, right. I surprise even myself sometimes.” The brawny man beamed.

“I hate all of you.” Sanzu huffed, crossing his arms.

“We hate you too; now let’s get going before we have to shoot our way out of a fucking arcade?” The long-haired blond replied in a haughty tone, motioning for the exit.

“Mikey, get a to-go box,” Kakucho suggested to the blond sitting at the table, eyeing the remaining taiyaki sadly.

“I’ll leave them.”

“Shotgun!” Sanzu yelled as they exited the arcade, Takeomi making eye contact with him and shaking his head.

“There isn’t even a passenger seat. What are the drugs hitting you that hard?” Kokonoi questioned him with a laugh.

“I’m assuming the cops are coming then?” Takeomi asked as he fished the keys to the bus out of his pocket, starting to walk with the group.

“ Oh yeah, Ran and Rindou are Instagram famous; Koko show him.” Mochi snorted, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why is it always...fine.” He attempted to argue as he pulled up the post on his phone, revealing a video with nearly 500 likes and 130 comments.

“Wait, I didn’t see it yet!” Ran yelled as he ran over to Kokonoi, smushing his head in to see, “Wow, I look good… Rindou does, too, of course.”

“Shut the fuck up, you cretaceous period cretin.” Rindou hissed, flipping him off from afar only to have Ran run after him.

“Stop running in the parking lot!” Kakucho yelled, shaking his head, “I swear to god…”

“You have to admit, though, it was a good time.” Mochi stated with a smile, “We should do this again.”

“Alright, everyone, get on the fucking bus, or I’m leaving without you,” Takeomi yelled, hopping into the driver’s seat.

“And who died and made you king?!” Sanzu yelled only to smack his head on the roof while boarding the bus, causing Mikey to snort from a laugh uncharacteristically.

“Wait, did Mikey just laugh?” Kokonoi asked, genuinely amazed.

“I made Mikey laugh!” Sanzu cheered, patting himself on the back.

“Wow, if only we could hurt you more...then maybe we could restore all of his emotions…” Takeomi whispered to himself.

“What was that?” Sanzu questioned, leaning forward.

“No, nope, nothing.” Takeomi lied badly.

“That’s what I thought,” Sanzu replied with a smile, sitting back in his seat, Takeomi groaning and reaching for his pack of cigarettes only to realize there weren’t any left. He sighed heavily, leaning back into the cushion of the driver’s seat and staring up at the tattered ceiling. It was going to be a long drive home, huh.

---x---

In Toyko, the conflict with a group named “Bonten” intensifies...However, they seem to have a soft side too…

It was once again a Wednesday, except this week Sanzu Haruchiyo was on time, and there were no off-topic discussions. Instead, all that was discussed was saving Bonten from the PR nightmare the Haitani brothers had created for the gang. And, of course, the now planned hit on Howie Mandel. However, the damage was done, and the gang’s reputation seemed to go from “dangerous and deadly” to “upcoming idol group.” However, Mikey didn’t seem too troubled by it, though it wasn’t exactly possible to tell what he thought until it was too late.

Takeomi sighed as he once again lit a cigarette, staring off into the distance, “Here’s to another fucking Wednesday.”

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years ago

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,937 Words

Summary: Katsuki, stop being a stubborn kid.

Warnings: Child Abuse Mention, Eating Disorder Mention, Food Mention, Forced Eating Disorder Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Notes: I’ve changed Shinsou’s birthday to April 20th because I can.

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 6

5:28 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: I swear to god, if you say you're going out for a run, Katsuki.

deku deck-you: ...

deku deck-you: I'm totally not going out for a run.

feral cat dad: Kid, you don't need permission or even to tell us. You're allowed around school grounds, to leave, to the school, ya know. As long as you have your pass for the door, you're good, nothing's stopping you.

deku deck-you: I don't need to tell you where I am?

feral cat dad: No, what you do is your own business. Me and UA are just here to house and teach you. Your actions are your own, you don't have to tell us them.

deku deck-you: Oh.

feral cat dad: It's okay if you want to, but you never have to feel obligated to tell me or anyone else, either.

deku deck-you: It's just my mom made me tell her what I was doing every time I left the house.

feral cat dad: Well, I mean, I obviously know what you're doing every morning at 5:30. So, even if I'm worried, I know what you were doing. I'm also not your mom, I don't want to know where you are every second because you're a kid being a kid, you deserve some privacy. God knows you need privacy after not seeming to have it for fifteen years.

deku deck-you: Thank you, Mr. Aizawa.

feral cat dad: You can call me Dad if you want.

deku deck-you: Dad.

farmer toshi: Child-hoarding Dad.

feral cat dad: You're not wrong.

5:33 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: @deku deck-you, I'm coming, Kats. Wait up.

deku deck-you: Come on then, hurry up.

deku deck-you: You get those wires off today, right?

farmer toshi: Yup. Recovery Girl's fixing me today.

1:16 PM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: It's official. I can menace once again.

feral cat dad: If you're terrorizing villagers, please don't bring them back armed with pitchforks, I don't like fire.

5:25 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Kats, where are you, I don't see you.

farmer toshi: @deku deck-you Did you get up early or something?

farmer toshi: Hey, @foil-mecha, Tokoyami, you're in room 9. Have you heard anything in his room?

foil-mecha: His phone pinged when you @ed him. And I swear I heard him moving around a bit earlier.

farmer toshi: Do you think he's okay? Maybe he's sleeping again?

foil-mecha: No, usually he's up for the day once he's up.

feral cat dad: God, did he push himself too much to recover quickly?

President Megaphone: I'm in early, I'm coming over and checking on him since you're in not position to help him if he's hurt, Shouta.

feral cat dad: Fine.

6:35 AM

Existence Is A Prison

foil-mecha: Is Katsuki okay?

farmer toshi: He fine, just malnourished. He passed out after he woke up, ended up hitting his head a little on the ground, and getting a minor concussion.

gay salt: How!?

deku deck-you: I thought our parents were the ones that paid for our groceries but my parents have told me they won't do it.

feral cat dad: Don't worry about him and his stubbornness, I'll be bringing him to the store later once he feels better and making him pick up foods.

ranch flavored jello: Katsuki! The card you got! The barcode! You just scan the barcode! UA pays for your food while you're in the dorms!

deku deck-you: I know that now, Toru. I thought our family or parents paid for our food.

4:16 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Okay, get dressed and get a list if you want, kid. What foods do you like?

deku deck-you: Well, I'm allergic to shellfish.

feral cat dad: You've been eating with us all week and you didn't tell us you were allergic to something?

deku deck-you: I avoided things that had shellfish in them.

feral cat dad: Katsuki.

deku deck-you: You act like my mother didn't practically force me to have allergic reactions when she was tired of me.

feral cat dad: You're right, I do act like that because that's not okay. It's abuse, Katsuki, and I want you to be safe and happy. So please, tell me if you can't or even don't want to eat something.

deku deck-you: Alright.

feral cat dad; Okay, anything else you're allergic to?

deku deck-you: No, just shellfish.

feral cat dad; Anything you particularly like?

deku deck-you: Mackerel with spinach, mushrooms, and chili oil.

feral cat dad: Then we'll grab the stuff for you.

President Megaphone: I'll spoil you, kid, I'm your uncle now.

deku deck-you: If you plan on spoiling me, get me those sausages that look like octopi. I love them but I haven't been allowed to buy them for around five years.

President Megaphone: I swear, Shouta, this nephew will get all the sausages. UA is willing to buy.

feral cat dad: I know, but don't go all 'grab it all' at the store, Hizashi, the kid can grab his own food at his own pace. You can pick him up extra ones whenever. We're letting him pick up his own groceries probably for the first time in his life. Don't overwhelm him.

foil-mecha: Can you pick me up boiled octopus and baby sardines, Mr. Aizawa?

feral cat dad: Sure, I'll grab you a bunch of fish, kid.

foil-mecha: Much appreciated.

deku deck-you: Is there a limit I can use?

feral cat dad: No, there isn't. UA is full of future heroes who will likely need to build muscle to save others, to do that, you need to eat well, Nezu's rule for us dorm kids has always been to make sure we eat, he doesn't care how much it costs as long as you're healthy.

deku deck-you: Wow, that's actually. Just wow.

farmer toshi: Your shitty parents put you on a budget, huh?

deku deck-you: Usually I had to cost less than 1,000¥ per week. It was hard, especially building muscle to be a hero. I ate rice and eggs a lot so I wasn't completely starving but it was always hard living with them.

ranch flavored jello: Aren't your parents like famous or something? Why did they want you to be on a budget?

deku deck-you: They didn't like dealing with me besides to scream at me. I think it was to keep me from leaving them. They'd hand me exactly 1,000¥ every week I had to use my money for food because they wouldn't buy food for me after I turned 5. Then they'd still tell me what I couldn't buy.

foil-mecha: I feel great rage toward your parents and I hope they have a horrible life now without you.

deku deck-you: I do too, don't worry.

4:30 PM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you has started a video call

Hey, Kats, how's your shopping going? -foil-mecha

Are you upside down, Tokoyami? Why are you...? -deku deck-you

I'm on the couch. I refuse to sit correctly. -foil-mecha

Dad and Uncle Zashi are off getting dinner for tonight because Dad's getting a little souped out. So they're picking up some stuff for that and I didn't want to feel alone. -deku deck-you

Hey, little bro. -farmer toshi

I turn 16 tomorrow for your information. Call me 'little bro'. I'm probably the oldest of us kids in the dorms right now. -deku deck-you

I turn 16 tomorrow. -farmer toshi

Oh my god, I practically have twin sons now. -feral cat dad

Deal with it, Dad. -farmer toshi

Looks like I'm going over to the cake section and picking up two cakes. - President Megaphone

Strawberry. -farmer toshi

You don't have to. -deku deck-you

No, I don't have to, but I'm going to. -President Megaphone

Anything. -deku deck-you

You're getting your own cake, Katsuki. I'm not just gonna pick you up anything. What's your favorite cake flavor? C'mon, little listener.-President Megaphone

I don't know. I've never had cake before. -deku deck-you

So a variety cake. I can work with that. -President Megaphone

Hey, Kats, can you grab those meat buns and red bean buns in the red bag to your right for me? -nat20

Yeah, okay. -deku deck-you

You're amazing. -nat20

What have you picked out so far, Kats? -ranch flavored jello

Uh, mushrooms, spinach, bean sprouts, eggs, mackerel, and Seiko's bun thing. I'm in the meat section so I'll probably pick up two of those...-deku deck-you

Two of what? -saviour

I got em. Those octopus sausages. I found them. I'm getting two of them. Are you guys sure I'm not spending too much? -deku deck-you

Pick up anything you will either eat or give to someone else who will eat it. -feral cat dad

As long as you're sure. -deku deck-you

What'd you pick up, twinsie? -farmer toshi

Boiled octopus, bacon, ham, chicken, another two sets of the buns. -deku deck-you

Are you picking up things to eat with rice and eggs out of habit, Kats? -foil-mecha

I wanna buy what I know I like first before I buy things I won't eat. I already hate spending money as it is. -deku deck-you

Reasonable. Just make sure you pick up snacks for yourself since training for a Sports Festival takes a lot out of you. -feral cat dad

I am. Ooh, yoghurt. -deku deck-you

I'm right here, Katsuki. -feral cat dad

Hi, Dad. Alright, I'm ending this. Y'all text me if you want something else. -deku deck-you

Bye, twinsie. -farmer toshi

deku deck-you has ended the video call

5:30 PM

Existence Is A Prison

President Megaphone: I'm getting started on dinner. Should be done by 7.

deku deck-you: Can I eat my ice cream?

feral cat dad: You're allowed to eat whatever and whenever.

deku deck-you: I know, I just worry. It'll go away, I hope. I just get worried.

feral cat dad: Getting worried is normal. I was too when I was in your position.

deku deck-you: You were in my position?

feral cat dad: Kind of. Back then, fifteen years ago, there was no teacher or other students in the dorms, just me and Nezu. I was fresh from nine years in a foster home that would spend the money meant to support me on their own son.

feral cat dad: For the first month, I didn't buy myself food. I'd eat breakfast and lunch on school days and skip dinner and meals on weekends because I was scared of spending UA's money.

feral cat dad: After almost a month with no financial transactions on my account and the Sports Festival coming up, Nezu did a surprise inspection and flipped out when there was no food in the kitchen. He forced me to the store and made me buy dinner for us two because he wouldn't allow a student under his roof to not have food for themselves.

feral cat dad: Nezu sat me down and told me the same thing I told you and, after the Sports Festival, I actually bought myself and four friends dinner at a nice restaurant to celebrate me and my friend's winning tie and I paid the bill without even thinking about it.

gay salt: Wait, there was a tie at the sports festival?

feral cat dad: The first year rounds fifteen years ago, the only winning tie because we refused to fight again.

gay salt: I'll have to watch that and see my badass teacher fighting.

feral cat dad: The sports festivals are all free to watch on your televisions in your rooms, no need to pay to watch on YouTube.

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flowesona · 5 years ago

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The Fool - Yandere! Jungkook x reader

The Tarot Series

“Here, kitty cat.” Jungkook clicked his tongue, holding out his hand to the small creature curled up by the wall. The animal hissed, shrinking away.

The young boy huffed in frustration. If only the cat would come a bit closer he would be able to see the name-tag and find its phone number. But as soon as he had given up he got a new idea and rushed inside.

“Can I have some tuna?” He tugged at his mother’s skirt eagerly.

“Now, you shouldn’t eat between meals.” She frowned, ruffling his hair with one hand as she thumbed her book in the other.

“No, it’s for the cat! In the garden! He must be hungry!” Jungkook whined.

“Is it a stray? You shouldn’t play with it sweetie, it might be infested with fleas or-”

“No! I...I want to take care of h-him… he must be so scared…” Jungkook blubbered, eyes tearing up. His mother tutted in pity, wiping his eyes before walking over to one of the cupboards too high for Jungkook’s chubby hands to reach and finding the tin.

With a delightful treat for the cat Jungkook approaches it once more, holding the bowl out in front of him with his mother’s caution in mind. The cat was perfectly receptive of his offering and tucked in right away, giving Jungkook the slim opportunity to twist its collar around and peak at the name-tag. The series of numbers imprinted into the metal were just what he needed, yet there was no way a seven-year-old could remember such a pattern when he could barely count to 100.

Once the animal had finished its meal and was licking its lips, Jungkook lifted it up in his arms. There was a slight bit of hissing and some struggling but it was soon docile enough to be carried into their house.

“Jungkook, put that thing down!” His mother scolded, but he looked at her with such an intense stubbornness she didn’t try to snatch it away.

“There’s a phone number.” He showed her, still clutching the animal tightly to his chest.

Jungkook’s mother sighed before complacently picking up the phone.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

“Eliza!” The young boy cringed at the shrill voice, as the cat he had rescued was scooped up into the arms of a girl of a similar age.

“Eliza? That’s his name?” Jungkook butted in the the sentimental moment.

“Don’t be silly. Eliza’s a girl.” The girl smiled, nuzzling her nose into the beloved pet’s head. In the background, an adult woman was feverishly thanking Jungkook’s mother.

“(Y/N) has been completely distraught. I thought after one day it would return, but after three I just told her that Eliza had passed on and we would buy her another, but she refused.” She explained, watching her daughter’s delighted expression.

“We owe really owe you. Anything we could possibly give you, please just say the word. Now come on, (Y/N).”

Jungkook sniffled as the happy family left. He felt empty, dragging his heels as he went to his bedroom. He wanted the happiness, the companionship that (Y/N) had with her cat. He was tired of being lonely. And with that in mind, he knew what he wanted.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

The toy mouse was made out of felt and had no kind of embellishments but it was enough to keep Eliza entertained as Jungkook dangled it above her.

“Kids? I have some snacks!” (Y/N)’s mother placed the tray of milk and cookies next to the rug. Jungkook nodded politely but didn’t touch them, just watching Eliza. But he quickly grew bored, throwing the toy across the room as Eliza scarpered after it.

“It’s your turn to play now.” He said abruptly before picking up a cookie. Seeing her grumble and search for the discarded toy before fussing over her cat, Jungkook realised that observing was far more entertaining. Seeing the happiness on (Y/N)’s face, the mewls of Eliza was what delighted him. As if they were a happy family, like in one of his books.

“(Y/N)...” Jungkook started, shuffling closer on the carpet. “Do you think we can be friends?”

“As long as you stay clean.” (Y/N) wiped at the crumbs on the corner of his mouth with an embroidered handkerchief, tutting. “You can’t be my friend if you get crumbs all over the floor.”

“But we can be friends? And take care of each other and get married and live together?!” The excitement was uncontainable. Suddenly, Jungkook knew what he wanted to do in his future, and he couldn’t wait to grow up and live the perfect life.

(Y/N) paused, overwhelmed by his forwardness and all the foreign concepts but she nodded.

“Sure. Can I have the last cookie?” Jungkook eagerly nodded, pushing the plate towards her. He would always give her what she deserved.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

“What do you think about him?” A fifteen-year-old (Y/N) sighed, flipping her screen around so her best friend could peer at the picture.

Jungkook wrinkled his nose.

“He’s ugly and probably riddled with diseases.” He said, lightly easing the phone out of her hands. “I’ll get him to back off for you.”

“No, don’t do that. I like him, he’s cute.” (Y/N) tried to steal her phone back, but he used his height advantage to hold it far above her head. Her teenage hormones and desire for a boyfriend spurred (Y/N) to jump up on her tiptoes trying desperately to salvage her change of a date, but she was no match for Jungkook, who was already typing a scathing reply with one hand, the other pushing (Y/N)’s head down.

Once he’d sent it, he dropped the phone in (Y/N)’s hands apathetically.

“I swear why do you always get in the way of me getting a boyfriend? You’re so annoying Jungkookie.” She pouted, scanning the message of rejection he’d sent.

“You don’t need a boyfriend. You have me.” Jungkook couldn’t help but be irritated at her attitude. After he’d put aside his desires to maintain their relationship, to hold up on his promise to stay clean and care for each other, the way that (Y/N) disregarded his feelings and commitment stung.

“That doesn’t count.” (Y/N) groaned, flopping onto the bed with one hand outstretched to stroke a disgruntled elderly Eliza. “I need a real boyfriend.”

“Why do you want a boyfriend when you have a husband?” Jungkook muttered rhetorically under his breath, a renewed sense of confidence building up in the fight to win his girl.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

The old cat was happy enough chowing down on some sardines Jungkook had picked up from the convenience store, giving a happy purr as he ran a hand down her back. Despite the fight that the stubborn cat had put up in the first place, once food had been offered she was happy to stay with Jungkook for a while.

Finally, his phone started ringing. Once, and he let it go to voicemail. Then again, and after a few rings he picked up.

“Please, you have to help Jungkook, she’s gone missing, I don’t know where she’s wandered off to but it’s not safe, she could be hit by a car or worse-”

“Calm down, (Y/N). What happened?” Knowing full well that his plan was going just right, Jungkook was practically beaming.

“Eliza is gone, she’s not in any of her hiding spots, she’s not in our neighbour’s garden. Please, have you seen her?” (Y/N) wept, her heart pouring out over the phone line.

“I haven’t.” Jungkook answered simply, running a hand down Eliza’s tail as she stalked away from him to explore the rest of his bedroom.

“Can you help me find her? No matter the state she’s in, I just need to see her again.” (Y/N) begged. Jungkook could imagine the tears leaking from her beautiful eyes, yet he was silent for a moment, drawing out what he wanted from his girl. “I’ll owe you one. I swear, I’ll do anything if you can find her.”

Jungkook had to suppress his grin, standing up and reaching for the doorknob with one hand blocking Eliza from creeping out and blowing his cover.

“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

The search for (Y/N)’s cat had been, unsurprisingly, unsuccessful. After an hour of relentless calling and knocking on doors, they had retired to (Y/N)’s kitchen, with her mother providing the forlorn teenagers with a tray of home baked cookies.

(Y/N) didn’t even touch them, staring glumly ahead with her head resting on her arms. Meanwhile, her companion graciously reached out to accept the sugar boost.

“How’d you get that nasty scratch Jungkookie?” (Y/N) asked suddenly, as he followed her eyes to stare at the thin line running up his wrist. He cursed silently before an excuse popped into his head.

“I-I was moving some weeds to see if Eliza was hiding in my garden so I-I guess they scratched me.” The slight stutter panicked Jungkook, as he was now convinced it was only a matter of time before she found out his secret plan. “I need to go home, Mom is probably worried about me. I’ll try looking again later.”

With barely a farewell exchanged he had left the house and was walking back to his own, fear bubbling in his stomach. What if his mother had gone into his room and found Eliza, what if the cat had scratched all his belongings into oblivion, what if Eliza had actually died and he was going to break (Y/N)’s spirit rather than elate her?

With all the pondering in his head his pace quickened until he was at his home, dashing inside without greeting his mother and clambering up the stairs to burst into his room and find Eliza curled up on his bed, perfectly content. He breathed a deep sigh of relief before taking a seat next to the old animal on his bed.

“Are you ready to make (Y/N) the second happiest person in the world?” He asked rhetorically, scratching Eliza’s head affectionately. “I am.”

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

(Y/N) had been sat at her desk, staring at the wall instead of doing her homework, when her mother called her down, saying she had a visitor. She didn’t budge for a second.

“It’s someone you’ll want to see!” Her mother yelled, but (Y/N) still refused to leave her lethargic state.

There was some hushed whispering and the thump of clothed feet jogging up the stairs, before someone knocked at her door.

“Go away.” She groaned.

“(Y/N) I’m coming in.” Jungkook’s voice called out, before the door swung open.

“I’m not in the-” As she turned to face him, the sight of a bundle of fur in his arms elated her beyond belief.

“Oh my, oh, Eliza!” She instantly took the cat out of Jungkook’s arms and started cradling her in her own, despite the senior animal’s grunts. “Thank you so much Jungkookie, where on earth was she?”

“Hiding in a corner of my garden. I guess I missed her on my first look.” (Y/N) didn’t question his story for one second, instead choosing to cuddle her beloved companion to her chest.

“Eliza you must be starving! Here, you can get some food from Mommy.” She placed her cat on the ground for the first time since they’d been reunited, letting Eliza plod to the kitchen.

“Jungkookie I don’t know how I could ever repay you-”

“I do.” The fifteen-year-old had a cheeky grin on his face as he spoke all too quickly, his eyes sparkling. “I want a kiss.”

“A-a kiss? B-but it’ll be my first time!” Jungkook was jumping up and down with joy internally knowing that he would be her first.

“You said you would give me anything?” He pressed, and (Y/N) nodded courageously.

“O-okay.” She didn’t protest as he tilted her head so she could meet his lips, nor when he finally did the deed. He noted with delight that her lips were soft and tasted faintly of the comfort chocolate she kept stashed away in the bottom of her drawer. She was addictive, but he soon drew away. No doubt there would be more opportunities to kiss her than just this once; they had their whole life ahead of them, together.

“T-that was…” (Y/N) was at a loss for words.“Nice?”

Jungkook was a blushing mess when reality hit, that he had finally kissed the girl he was in love with, and that she liked it.

“C-Call me anytime you want to do it again.” He managed to say with some confidence to mask his giddy excitement.

All kinds of new plans were starting to unfold. He’d happily kidnap someone else close to her, even torture them, just to make her more grateful when they return. Eliza wouldn’t be around for much longer, but he had plenty of ideas on how to keep (Y/N) close to him, to reap her rewards until finally she could love him as his final reward.

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obsidianfr3sk · 4 years ago

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The puppet of the sad eyes

Hi! I haven’t posted a one short in a really long time, have I? Jaskdbsj well, um... I had promised this fic to my mom @healing-winston-pratt a while ago, and since yesterday everyone was talking about Winston, I said to myself “this is a good moment to post the fic, Obsi”. So... here I am:’)

Gosh, I feel akward. I swear I am not like this xjhksfdhds (who am I kiding, I’m just as akward as I seem) (reference not intended) It’s just that... like, there are another characters in the Renegades trilogy that hit me too close home, but Winston just hits me in a place that no other character has done before, and I wanted to write a little bit about him. I mean... not gonna lie, it’s a sad fic. But it has a happy ending! Angst-Fluff as they say in my village (?

Two quick notes: First, trigger warning for mentions of sexual abuse. It’s nothing explicit, it’s just mentioned, but anyways, I want to warn that if anyone feels uncortable reading it, don’t worry, keep scrolling. Second, I tried to tag everyone who reblogged the post made by @chikuyi-hiro (fuck, I can’t tag them), the one where we all claimed to be part of the Winston Pratt defense squad (? I’m sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged sjkdfhskjddsj Also, um... tell me if you would like to be tagged in future works of mine. If everything works out, I will be posting two one-shorts this week (one halloween themed and the other will be my contribution to Osby October) so... if you want to see them or other fics like that, I can tag you:’)

Well, Obsi, let them start reading, for fuck’s sake.

*le da el dibujito que hizo en el kinder* Hope you like it mom:’)

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From the first day she appeared in his life, Winston realized that Nova gave him the creeps. He first thought it was because she was Ace Anarchy's niece, but no.

What gave him the creeps was that Nova didn’t sleep.

Leroy had told him not to comment on it. Winston didn't know if it was because he thought he was going to hurt the girl's feelings or if it was because he didn't want Ace to listen to him and take it as a personal insult. Winston didn't care either way, because it wasn't like he was going to shout it from the rooftops.

It was just an observation.

Nova gave him the creeps.

Maybe it was because sleeping was the best part of the day for him. He could disappear for a few hours into a deep, dark void. Get rid of any emotion he was feeling. No one was going to be able to hurt him, and if they did, he would never know.

Because when Winston slept, it was as if he didn't exist. It wasn’t like he could do it very often anyway.

Not only because now they had to live in a filthy, smelly tunnel. It was also because Winston hadn’t slept well for a long time.

He was lying on a piss-smelling mat Leroy had found in the trash. “If you don't want it, you're more than welcome to sleep on the floor,” he told him when Winston dared to mention that thing reeked.

Winston didn't want to sleep on the floor. If Honey could sleep on pissed mats, so could he.

His back itched.

The mat not only had piss on it, but apparently, it also had fleas. How nice.

He began to scratch his back, feeling like a freaking orangutan. Hettie looked at him critically, dozing from the little wooden bed he had so lovingly made for him.

“What are you looking at, bitch?” he asked.

Hettie crossed his arms and shook his head. In the cathedral, we wouldn’t be like this.

He kept scratching himself. “Sorry to call you bitch,” he mumbled. “You put me in a bad mood.”

I don't like you looking at me. I don't like you to analyze my every move. I don't like you watching me when I'm changing. I do not like you.

Then someone opened the door without knocking. Winston was about to shout “INGRID, GET OUT OF MY TENT” when he realized it was not Ingrid.

It was Nova.

Winston froze with his hand on his back. “Um... can I help you?”

It might be the first time he'd spoken to her directly, after that awkward moment during her second day at the cathedral, when Winston had tried to make conversation with her, and Ace had told him to stay away from Nova.

“I don't want you to do the same to her,” he had told him sternly.

Winston clenched his fists and clasped them against his chest.

It would never have occurred to him to use his powers on her.

But it seemed that Nova had taken to heart not speaking to Winston because indeed she did not speak to him the entire time they were in the cathedral. Before the Day of Triumph.

(What a stupid name for a day by the way.)

“Can I borrow a toy?” she asked in a small voice.

A toy. Nova wanted a toy.

“Ah. Yes, yes, yes…” Winston said, pulling the covers off (which also smelled like piss). “I… I have a lot of toys. Look.”

And he went to the second tent. Winston had to cower slightly to be able to move around there. Honey was always nagging him for his bad posture and he always told her it was the tent’s fault.

The last time that had happened, they were eating frozen pizza in a corner they had assigned for those kinds of times when they sat down together to gobble up leftovers.

“You can't blame inanimate objects for the rest of your life,” Honey exclaimed, losing her temper (for the eighth time that day).

At that moment, Winston felt his blood run cold. For the first time in his entire stay with the Anarchists, he wondered if they knew.

Do you see the marks of his hands on my body? Do you see me tremble at the slightest touch?

Do you see me behind the makeup?

The fear left as fast as it came. Ingrid threw a napkin at him and asked him (very unkindly) to pass her another slice, and Leroy pointed out to Honey that all objects were inanimate.

No one had noticed.

What a relief.

Watch me try it, Honey. Watch me try.

In that other tent, Winston had a pink toy kitchen. He had found it a couple of weeks ago in a garbage dump, and he had brought it to the tunnels by himself, despite complaints from his fellow anarchists. He was left speechless when he realized it was full of toy food and even a couple of blue plates and blue teacups. He spent the entire afternoon organizing his new kitchen, and he was not put off by Ingrid's constant teasing.

He had loved it. And he was sure Nova was going to love it too.

“Look,” he said, “I have everything here—” he lifted a light orange basket “—This is the little basket where I put the fruits, and this—” he pointed to a green basket “—it is the one with the vegetables. I even have a mini pumpkin, it's very cute.” He opened a compartment below the sink. “Here are the non-perishable items. Do you know what non-perishable means? It's... Look, I have a can of sardines. It's fake, of course. Do not try to open it, it’d break. Oh, also in the oven—” he opened the oven door “—I have some cookies, an apple pie, some croissants… it’s that how is pronounced? Croissants . I don’t know, do you know? Is Artino a French or Italian surname?” Nova didn't reply. Had he offended her? Shit . “Nova?”

He turned and realized that Nova hadn't followed him. He hurried back to the first tent and found Nova very comfortable sitting on the floor, playing with Hettie.

The puppet looked at her with demonic eyes.

No. Not her.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Winston yelled. “He's mine!” With one hand he snatched Hettie from her and with the other he squeezed the toy croissant. Nova was startled. “Don't touch him again! DO NOT PUT YOUR LITTLE HANDS ON HIM AGAIN, NOVA, OR I DO NOT RESPOND! DID YOU HEAR ME?!”

Nova started pouting, and with that, Winston snapped back to reality.

He looked at Hettie, lazily dangling in his right hand, looking up at him with a smile. His little eyes weren't demonic.

They were sad. Like Nova’s were at that moment.

He was saying , “Why don't you let me play with other kids, Winston? You never play with me anymore.”

I never played with you. Not since he did.

“Sorry...” he mumbled to Nova while putting the croissant in his pocket. “Damn, I'm sorry. Don't tell your uncle I yelled at you, please.”

Nova frowned a little. She looked more embarrassed than upset. “I just wanted to see it. He’s nice.”

Do you think so?

“Yes, but ... he was asleep,” he excused himself, putting Hettie back on his bed. “He doesn't like it when people wake him up. But I see that for you that is not a problem, huh?”

Nova lowered her head. “Sorry…”

“Nah. Do not worry. We are fine. Are we fine?”

Nova nodded quickly. The good thing was she wasn't going to tell her uncle. Ace would kill him if he found out.

It wasn't like Winston cared much if he died or not though. It was just that he didn't want Ace to kill him. It would be a bit embarrassing considering his current condition.

“Would you like to see a puppet show?” Winston asked her.

“Puppets?” She turned to see the wooden bed. “Puppets like him?”

“His name is Hettie.”

“Hettie,” Nova repeated.

Winston found it adorable.

“No, other types of puppets,” he replied. “Puppets I make with this—” he waved his hands in front of her face “—with my little hands.”

Nova wrinkled her nose and gently pushed his hands away, letting out a loud, joyous laugh.

It was the first time she seemed happy since the first day he saw her. How nice it was to hear a child laugh.

Children generally yelled when they were near him.

“I do,” Nova replied enthusiastically. “How will you do it?”

Winston settled down beside her. “Okay, we'll need a flashlight first… do you have a flashlight?”

Nova thought for a few moments. “Yes!”

"Well, go for it!" he exclaimed pointing into the distance as if he were a pirate. "Run, Novie, run!"

And Nova laughed again.

Her laughter echoed through the tunnels and in Winston's head.

He stared at Hettie, listening to Nova's feet pacing through the tunnel in search of the flashlight she mentioned. At one point, Leroy's voice interrupted the sound of her footsteps and asked her what she was doing (in a slightly gentler tone than he used to address the rest of the world) ( very slightly gentler tone). Nova replied that Winston was going to do a puppet show for her.

“How?” Leroy asked.

Winston rolled his eyes. How else, Leroy?

“With my little hands,” Winston whispered to himself.

And Nova responded as if she had heard him.

“With his little hands!”

It was such a large flashlight that Nova had to carry it with both hands. Winston moved quickly to take it, but she drew back as if assuring him that she could carry it by herself.

These modern women.

Nova pressed the power button. It did not turn on. She hit the lantern a few times until finally, a yellowish light illuminated the tent like a torch. Winston blinked many times to get used to the sudden change of light.

“You’d be a great engineer,” he stammered. Nova looked at him as if she didn't understand. “Forget it. Aim it over… there,” and pointed to the area of the tent that had a wall behind it.

She obeyed. Winston crawled closer to the stage and wiped the sweat and dirt from his hands on the patched pants he wore.

That sounded so stupid. Stage. It wasn’t like he was going to act or something.

He shot Nova a look. She was expectant.

And smiling. Truly smiling.

That made Winston smile too.

He made the first shadow. “What animal is this?” he asked.

“A moose!”

Another giggle.

Another shadow. “And this one?”

“An elephant!”

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen! And that was a difficult one!”

More giggles. More shadows. “For two hundred dollars more, Novie Artino, what is this animal?”

“It is easy!” she assured. “A goat!”

“Geez! You’re wrong!” Winston exclaimed. “It is not a goat! It's... Cyanide! Because he’s old and stubborn!”

He thought Nova wouldn't laugh. Cyanide was her favorite anarchist, and he knew it. However, that was the shadow that made her laugh the most. And the truth was Winston laughed even more.

“And wait, there’s more!” Winston went on. “Guess this one!”

Nova had a hand on her chin. “It's... it's a spider!”

“No! It's Phobia!”

“Because he’s ugly!” Nova laughed.

“He’s ugly indeed!” What other shadow? What other shadow? “And what about this one?”

“A duck!”

“What duck!” Winston laughed. “It's a swan!”

“It's Honey!” she screeched, pointing at the shadow with her finger.

“The one and only, Novie, the one and only!”

One more. A dog.

Nova immediately knew the answer. “Ingrid!”

“YES! BECAUSE SHE’S A TOTAL BITCH!”

At this point, both were laughing so hard they were almost out of breath.

If Leroy or any of the others had listened (which they surely had), Winston wouldn't mind at all if they got mad at him and ignored him for the rest of the week. They could pretend he didn't exist for the rest of his life and he wouldn't care. Seeing Nova happy made it all worth it.

Winston was happy too.

Nova wiped a small tear from her eye and looked at Hettie fondly. “Do you know what my mom did when I went to sleep?” she asked.

“What did she do?”

“She read me stories,” Nova replied. “She said that pretty stories would scare the nightmares away.”

Winston nodded. Probably someone had read stories to him when he was little, he just didn’t remember.

“Could you tell Hettie a story?” Nova begged. “Shadow puppets and everything. That way, he would have pretty dreams.”

Hettie? Dreams? Hettie couldn’t dream. And neither did Winston.

But he didn't want to ruin the mood.

“Of course.” He wiped the sweat on his pants. Again. “Let's see… Pay attention, Hettie. Your prettiest dream is about to start.”

He cleared his throat.

Pay attention, Hettie. Your worst nightmare is about to start.

“Once upon a time there was a rabbit,” Winston said, “that lived in the Land of Rabbits.” A rabbit shadow emerged from the corner of the stage. “The Land of Rabbits was… not a good place to live. There were eagles in the sky—” the eagle replaced the rabbit for a second “—that watched the rabbits, waiting for the first chance they got to eat them. So the rabbits had to hide in their tunnels.”

Nova stifled a comical gasp of astonishment.

“But there was this rabbit—”

“What was the rabbit’s name?”

Winston couldn't come up with a better name. “Hettie.”

Nova nodded in approval. “Did you hear, Hettie?” she asked the puppet. “You and the rabbit have the same name.”

You. You. It’s always you.

Everything always ends up being about you.

Fucking Hettie.

“Yeah, so Hettie was there. Being a rabbit.” Hettie Rabbit jumped happily throughout the light.

“He lived with Mama Rabbit and Papa Rabbit. They were the Rabbit family.”

“You say ‘rabbit’ a lot.”

Winston laughed, a little more tense than before.

Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit.

Hettie.

Fucking Hettie.

“But one day, Mama Rabbit and Papa Rabbit had to leave Hettie alone,” Winston continued. “And they left him with their friend…”

Hettie Rabbit became a hungry, violent, and heavy-breathing creature.

It became him .

“Their friend the wolf.”

Him. The wolf. The wolf. Him.

Hettie.

Winston sighed. Fucking Hettie.

“So… so…”

So. So. So. So what happened?

Nova turned her head slightly. She had the same question.

Winston knew the Rabbit was a fucking idiot. What else happened to rabbits that entered the wolf's mouth? No one told that rabbit to go in there. But that rabbit had no other choice. He had nowhere else to go.

Or maybe he did have another place to go. If only he had been smarter…

“Um… Hey…”

If Hettie had been smarter, he would have warned Winston that when the wolves got too close, nothing good was going to happen to the rabbits.

But Hettie was a jerk.

Hettie. Hettie. Fucking Hettie.

“Winston!”

Her voice was like a needle that broke the bubble that enveloped him for a second.

“Novie?”

“What happened to Hettie?” she asked.

The mere question made his blood boil.

More shadows. The wolf, hungry and dangerous, on top of the rabbit, terrified and defenseless.

Nova was no longer smiling.

“Well, what happens to all rabbits,” he replied. “The wolf ate him. The end.”

The flashlight gave up and went off again.

Finally.

Winston turned to Nova. He didn't expect her to be happy. Winston certainly wasn't.

But he didn't expect to see her furious either.

“What a shitty story,” she spat.

“Excuse you?”

Nova stood up abruptly. Her turquoise pants were as dirty as his. “I said it was a shitty story. It isn’t like my mom’s stories.” She crossed her arms. “Do it again.”

“I won’t. I'm not going to tell another story,” Winston replied, standing up as well. “This is how it ends.” He walked over to her and put his finger on her chest. “El fin. The end. The end of all endings.”

“No!” Nova yelled as she clenched her fists and slammed her foot against the ground. “That is not the end!”

“I don’t care! It's my end!” Winston exclaimed imitating her. “Just like Hettie is my puppet! And I won't let you play with him!”

Nova's cheeks puffed out like a balloon. “Well, I'll play with him anyway!” she yelled, yanking Hettie off his bed. “You don't play with him! He feels alone! He told me!”

Winston tried to grab Hettie, but Nova pushed him away just in time.

It was a six-year-old girl versus a nineteen-year-old teenager. He could just kick her in the face and run.

But for some reason, he didn't do that. “Idiot!” he said taking Hettie’s arm. “Puppets don't talk!”

He tried to snatch it from her a second time. Nova grabbed his leg. “They talk to me!”

“It’s not true!” Winston insisted. “Liar! Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

Nova struggled too. “Your pants are on fire! You’re the liar!”

Hettie sided with Nova. You know that this is a very serious accusation, right? Why are you making up that kind of thing? Why are you lying to us, Winston?

Winston Pratt was many things. But he was not a liar.

He would never lie about that.

Why don’t you believe me? Why do you think I’m lying? I don’t want to make you suffer. Why would I want that? Only villains want to make people suffer.

Why would I be a villain?

Why would I be a liar?

He pulled Hettie toward him so hard, he ended up bringing Nova with him. She slammed into his chest and gave a slight groan.

Winston, not quite sure what he was doing, hugged her. He hugged her as he would have liked to be hugged.

When he told his parents the truth of his nightmares, his sleepless nights, and his constant fear, instead of covering him with kisses, hugs, and words of affection, they had called him a liar. Just like he had just called Nova.

He would never lie to them. Not about that.

Winston thought she would run away. He thought that she would also be terrified of any display of physical contact.

But Nova didn't. Nova hugged him too.

And Winston… Winston burst into tears.

Hysterically.

“Why are you crying?” Nova asked, worried.

“No, it's just... it's just...” he said between sobs. “It's just that I'm so sorry I made you angry.”

“I was not angry,” Nova corrected slightly defensively. “I panicked.”

That made him let out another sob. “Did I scared you?”

Nova clung to him tighter. “Yes. Your eyes changed.”

Winston sniffed with her purple jacket. “How?”

“They were... angry,” Nova explained. “Not sad. They didn't look like Hettie's.”

Winston separated from Nova. Hettie was crushed between the two of them. Despite the fight, he had remained intact.

Seeing him was like looking in a mirror.

Winston was not the puppeteer. He was a puppet.

It was Hettie’s fault. Winston’s fault.

Nova was looking at Hettie as well. She took him in her hands and caressed the buttons of the little suit with affection. Winston put his arm around Nova and gently shook her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” Nova replied. “I won’t tell my uncle.”

Winston tried to laugh, but all that came out of his mouth was another sob. “Thank you for your kindness.”

Nova turned to see him. “Don’t cry. Stop it,” she ordered sternly.

He stopped crying. It was like… magic.

You have balls, Novie. You have balls.

Her expression changed from annoyed to astonished. “Your makeup isn’t ruined.”

Winston stroked his cheek thoughtfully. “It’s… it’s not makeup.”

Nova reached out her hand and caressed it as well. “It's your face,” she whispered.

“It's my face,” he repeated.

She sat on his outstretched leg, looked away from him, and didn't let go of Hettie.

“Did the wolf really eat the rabbit?” she asked.

You and your damn rabbit.

“Really, really,” he replied.

Nova frowned sadly. “Poor little thing…”

“Poor little thing?” Winston snorted. “He deserved it.”

“Why?” Nova asked, very confused.

Why not? Why wouldn't he deserve it?

“Because… he shouldn’t be hanging out with wolves.”

And Nova turned to see him as if he had said the greatest nonsense in the world. She crossed her arms again, and very confident of herself, she said, “But the wolf shouldn’t be eating rabbits in the first place.”

Winston raised his eyebrows.

She was not an idiot.

But that was not how the world worked.

Nova returned her attention to Hettie.

Seeing her there, sitting on top of him, so helpless and confident, made him realize that he couldn't let something bad happen to her.

Not like others had let it happen to him.

“Nova,” he called her. Nova raised her gaze from the puppet. “If you ... if you ever meet a wolf, you have to tell me.”

“There are no wolves in the city,” she chuckled. “But if I do, I'll tell you.”

Winston chuckled too. “No, I mean... a wolf is not just an animal,” he explained. He scratched his back. He fucking hated bugs, really. “A wolf can be anyone who makes you feel bad. Has someone ever made you feel bad?”

Nova had to stop to think about it. Winston felt his heart beat faster.

Finally, she replied, “Honey once told me that I had a terrible accent and she couldn’t understand a word I was saying.”

He sighed in relief. Winston didn't know how he would have reacted if Nova...

If the same had happened to Nova.

“Okay, that's Honey being Honey,” he assured. “I mean... if someone... you know.”

Nova wrinkled her nose. Of course, she didn't know.

It was good that she didn't know, right? Or was it bad?

“Look, for example... We hugged a while ago, right?”

“Yes.”

“And I have my arm on your shoulder—” he raised his arm slightly. “—And you touched my cheek—” he held her fingers “—and right now you're sitting on my leg.”

He moved his leg in such a way that it made Nova jump slightly. “Yes,” she replied with a laugh.

“And is that okay with you?”

Nova nodded.

“I am glad. But if someone ever touches you or puts you in a situation where you are afraid, feel bad, or do not understand... run away. And you tell me, or your uncle, or Leroy, Honey… heck, even tell Phobia or Ingrid. But tell someone.” He put his hands on her shoulders, hoping the despair didn't show in his high-pitched voice. “Don't be like the rabbit.”

Don't be like me.

“But the rabbit didn't know about the wolf.” She stroked Hettie's cheek the way she stroked Winston's a couple of minutes ago. “It wasn't Hettie's fault.”

It was useless. It didn't matter how many times Nova repeated it to him.

Winston knew it was his fault.

But he also didn't want to argue about it anymore. Now he didn't matter. Nova was the only thing that mattered.

Nova was everything.

“Nova. Please, Nova, do you swear you will tell someone if you find a wolf?”

Do you swear you will never be like me?

“My Uncle Ace says swearing is terribly wicked.”

He squeezed her shoulders lightly.

Ace could go fuck himself.

Winston wanted to be certain that she was going to be safe, that she knew what she had to know.

Nova had to know if something bad happened to her...

Winston couldn't speak for the other anarchists. He wanted to believe they would do the right thing, but people kept surprising him in the worst ways. But Winston needed Nova to confirm that she knew that if something bad happened to her, he was going to believe her with the same intensity that others had not believed him.

One thing they had in common was that neither of them was a liar.

“If you swear it to me, I'll let you play with Hettie.”

Her face lit up. “Seriously?”

“Seriously, seriously.”

Nova giggled. “I swear.”

Winston offered his fist and Nova bumped into it.

He was silent, but his mind was racing.

It didn't matter what happened in the future. Winston was going to believe Nova. Forever. Because Nova wasn't going to be like him. And he wasn't going to be like the people who hurt him, either.

“Do you want to play with Hettie?” he whispered to her.

Nova stared at Hettie for a few more seconds. She smiled at him and returned him to his bed with the delicacy that only a girl her age could have. “No. He is already asleep. Tomorrow will be another day.”

And before Winston could respond, Nova squeezed his hand in such a way that she inadvertently pushed him into the void.

Winston fell asleep.

He slept better than he had in a long time.

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #renegades trilogy #fic #ao3 #winston pratt #nova artino #i dont know how else to tag this #um...#*insert funny tag*#*insert childhood trauma*#obsi's writs #the puppet of the sad eyes

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akimmito · 4 years ago

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Heroes are made by the path they choose

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Chapter 13

Being married to Lila Rossi, now Agreste, for six years has been... an experience. The woman goes through life following her own path and coaxing people left and right, while he cannot say or do anything without the sole control over his mother's life being lost. Why would a man like Gabriel Agreste who claims to love his wife so much do such a vile thing? The worst thing is that he managed to sustain him legally and catch him with the last woman in the world he would have thought of marrying.

He must remain married to Lila as long as his mother remains in a coma or the hospital will be forced to kill her. Adrien has no other words for what would happen if he divorces her, but it's so sad to be married to a woman he doesn't love and he's the only one who must fulfill the damn contract, because if they discover an infidelity is the same as divorcing.

His mother deserved more, if she had followed that childhood love instead of his father, she woulded be happy...

Chloe and Marinette have been looking for ways to free him from torture, even Felix decided to help in order to free him from his sad fate. At least, it stopped being Chat Noir or that could have played against him, with how easy Lila manipulates people. He get migraines just from imagining making a mistake.

"Adrien, I'm going out to eat with Alya." Lila appears in his field of vision in her usual expensive way, always looking like he's attending a fashion event (which means expense and that translates directly to him working as a slave in different contracts. She makes her money, sure, but her expenses exceed those gains.) She barely looks at him as she checks her phone, probably talking to Alya or one of her lovers, not that he really cares.

"Sure, say hi on my behalf." She turns to leave, but Adrien stops her. "Remember that today we will have dinner with Michel Laforet for next month's charity event. "

"I wouldn't forget it."

They say goodbye barely looking at each other. Adrien is busy reviewing the job proposals, Marinette sent him a couple of locations to investigate a few weeks ago, due to a group of drug traffickers who settled in Paris and need to know their links, he of course must follow their leads and possible connections to find a way to disrupt it. He's now free to continue his work, especially since the MT is busy dealing with Akuma.

He was very surprised when he saw his first Akuma in seven years, he is also quite fearful of what this new villain intends. The way he has attacked, his champions are very different and, consistent with his cousin, he seems to be trying to measure the heroes. For that reason, he approves of Marinette's approach of keeping Luka in a safe place so that no one notices the use of the second chance, that way the villain will never know if his plans could have been altered in any way.

Wait this time it doesn't last for several years.

Now if he could understand why they want him to model in a banana suit for a soup ad, maybe he could consider it.

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The Anibiotic: How are bananas and soup related?

Wild goat: If it's another one of your jokes, I swear by Satan that I'll burn your house down

Silent Hill: I approve the plan

Plasticine: Your jokes are really bad, bro

Dragon Tamer: I think this is a serious question

The Antibiotic: It's a modeling proposal

Needle: They offer you the weirdest roles

Plasticine: Like the sardines!

Three balls: that was good

Not in hell: Maybe it's a way to get attention by putting two discordant elements together

Not in hell: You guys are that strange

Almost pretty: Pleasant

Wild goat: We are great, you know, there is no other creation as stylish as us

Not in hell: I would keep my comments, but I completely disagree

Dragon Tamer: If you start a discussion about this, I'm going to ban you from the chat

Wild goat: Tyranny! I will arm a revolution

Plasticine: Maybe it's banana soup. You don't understand art!

Three balls: Neither do you

Perfect Crime: You’re a disappointment

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John Constantine was not planning to spend his morning avoiding being stabbed by a ten-year-old boy, nor avoiding being eaten by two German shepherds. But there he's, avoiding the edge of a Swiss knife as he tries to shake off two huge dogs without hurting them, because he's sure the boy's murderous intentions would triple if he hears a single screech from one of his pets.

He may not have met Damian in person, but he know enough about him from the chats and from what Marinette shared with him.

"Look, kid, stop, okay? Damn, I haven't drink enough for this... "

"Why?"

"I don't read minds, kido, you'll have to explain yourself." Damian frowns and presses the knife against the blonde's neck, if it wasn't for the dogs he couldn't have him subdued. The Kwami hesitate about what to do, they are talking... only in a very violent way.

"Why are you do with my mother?"

"Did they give you the talk yet? Because it would be very uncomfortable for you to receive it from me. ”John looks at the boy, who doesn't flinch at anything and seems ready to stab him. It would be better to collaborate, he doesn't want to harm the child, he can only imagine the adorable woman's anger if her son is hurt in some interaction between them. "Sure... Sexual attraction, simple like that. I don't pretend to be your father or to be a stable romantic couple, she deserves something much better than me. I'm just content to enjoy our time together, happy?

"Don't you want to be my father?"

"No, I'm the worst candidate for that position. What made you think that, kid? "Now it's his turn to frown. Much love can be had (he will not deny it), but both are aware that they would be the ruin of the other, he doesn't want to condemn her to a life as dark as his and expose her to all the demons that follow him, she truly deserves something better than misery fllow him.

He also knows that, despite all his complaints, Plagg has told him that he's its true owner and that his soul is balanced with that of Marinette, that's why they gravitate around each other and could trust as if they were born together. That doesn't mean they are romantically good to each other. Sexually? Magical, but the romance in their lives has been tragic and putting that together, well, it could be a problem for everyone.

"You've been with her for four years."

"We are mainly friends, confidants. Do we have sex? Yes, do we want to get married and have more children? No... We would just be miserable. Those stories that soulmates are happy together? Son, these are lies, romantic shit from movies and junk books.

Damian recoils, shocked by the information, all of it. Her mother had hinted at a casual relationship, but the look in her eyes told him otherwise. Soulmates? That doesn't exist, but the Kwami didn't exist for him either until his mother introduced them to him. Wretched? He need to analyze what he have learned.

"Why do you say that?"

"Experience, son. Do you want to sit down or go for a walk? The second seems to excite your friends more."

Damian snaps his fingers and the hounds stand beside him, freeing Constantine. Her kind gaze is very dark, long-suffering and ironic.

Just when he's about to answer, the alarm on his phone goes off and he knows what it means.

Akuma attack.

"Go away, I won't say anything."

Damian nods and Kaalki opens the portal, just look at the man's tired posture for a moment before breaking through the portal back to the MT. Agatha and Edgar just behind, have a job to do.

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Chloe B. @BourgeoisQueen

What a wonderful day for an Akuma attack. Somebody take the stick out of the villain's ass because the beast is horrible, nor Hawkmoth dared so much

Dick Grayson @TheFlyingGrayson

WHAT HAPPENS WITH PARIS? IS IT A VIOLET DOLPHIN WITH BAT WINGS?

The Last Hours @Toogoodtodie

@TheFlyingGrayson Paris would appreciate if you blocked any information on the city from external sources in the country, if you do not know how, you can contact the @MaxKan_Tech offices to receive information

Dick Grayson @TheFlyingGrayson

@Toogoodtodie ok?

Max K. @MaxKan_Tech

@TheFlyingGrayson @Toogoodtodie Subtle, Anthony. Please, Mr. Grayson, contact my office and we'll make your stay in Paris much more pleasant. You can also contact the prosecution to find out the legal procedures for staying in Paris and the security regarding the Akuma

Marc @MarcAC_twt

Does our villain use drugs?

#ml x dc #maribat #dickinette #mominette

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kim-chann · 5 years ago

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“Cats” [Ichimatsu X Allergic!Reader]

I wrote this is March but then I finally finished this in June lol. Anyways, this was from Wattpad once again, I hope you like it! 💕

God fucking damn it. I hate this so much. Don't you just love it when a friend that you've known for a while agrees to hang out with you, but you feel nervous for no god damn reason?

Like, come on.

You're only friends.

Friends do that right?

Like...

...Like, hang out?

Then why the fuck are you so nervous?

Questions and thoughts cloud your mind as you sit down at the bench of the park. The sun radiates your being, you literally feel your scalp burning. You occasionally pat your head to feel your hair on fire and ruffle it as an attempt to reduce the heat. How long were you going to wait for this man?

Ichimatsu Matsuno. The mysterious man that is secretly a normie to society. He's just too shy to express it. You found it discreetly adorable though. Being a high school friend to the Matsuno brothers made you feel like you were blessed to be the sextuplets' friends. Compared to high school and their adult years-- what the fuck happened?

It made you question what kind of curse--yet blessing came on their personalities. You were just proud that they found themselves instead of being the same person. That'd be weird as shit.

You stood up and looked around. A sigh left your mouth as you pulled out your phone.

16:43 (4:43 P.M.)

'I swear to Akatsuka-sensei, where is Ichimatsu?' You thought, glaring at your phone. "Ah. (Y/N)..." A voice calls out. You tilt your head towards the direction of the voice. There stood Ichimatsu with one of his hands tugged into his purple jersey and one carrying a grocery bag. You loved that jersey, it really fit Ichimatsu.

He pulls his face mask under his chin, "Gomen. I was at a convenience store to buy food for the cats."

You smiled, "No, no. It's fine!" You reassured, shaking your head to reassure him. You knew Ichimatsu too well that he gets upset very quickly if it's at his fault. Especially if he offends or hurts someone that wasn't intentional. He was the definition of baby.

Ichimatsu just hummed in response as you both stare at each other. An awkward aura surrounds both of you.

Fuck.

"So do you want to--" "So you want to--"

"Ah." You both stare at each other, a crimson shade dusted both of your cheeks. Both of you muttered a shy sorry.

"You go first." You insist.

"Eh? No, whatever your gonna say is better than trash like me. Please proceed."

You playfully glared at him, "God. I hate it when you say that. Stop it. Go first."

Ichimatsu just slouches even more, gripping a bit tighter on the grocery bag he was holding.

"I was just wondering if you want to go feed the cats in the alleyway before we go somewhere..." He brushes his index finger against his cheek with a faint blush on his face.

"Oh, sure! I'd love too!" You say enthusiastically. Ichimatsu just nods before he begins to walk down the street. You follow right behind him, hands feeling a bit uncomfortable at your sides. You feel your cheeks hot and red from your anxiety and embarrassment you emended with Ichimatsu.

Sure, you've hung out with the Matsuno brothers before, but you're barely alone with Ichimatsu alone. Just the two of you? The thought just increases the blush on your face.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu suddenly asks. You turn to him, hands concluding to rest in your pockets. "You're fidgety and red."

You wanted to murder yourself for making yourself very obvious. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry..."

"We're here." He stops walking and turns towards an alleyway before you walk in. You tailgate behind him before he crouches down and pulls out dried sardines from the grocery bag.

Cats begin to come out of their hiding spot and meows welcomely towards Ichimatsu. You hear him give a lovingly chuckle before he hand-feeds a few cats.

Oh fuck. Oh god.

They're so cute. The cats and Ichimatsu.

But... you forgot about your allergies.

You gulp and pray to Akatsuka-sensi that your allergies don't get triggered immediately.

Ichimatsu turns towards you and ushers you to come closer.

You feel beads of sweat trickle down your forehead before hesitantly walk toward. You walk closer but halt when you're right behind Ichimatsu and crouch.

He tilts his head before giving you his significant grin. "Are you scared? Don't be... here." He reaches for your hand and guides it towards the closest cat. You blush from his hand being in contact with yours. You lightly flinch when you come in contact with the beautiful cat. Its fur is so soft against your touch.

You feel pity for the cats. Fuck them humans who abandoned them in the first place.

Gosh, you loved cats so much! Why did God have to curse you to be allergic?

"See?" Ichimatsu says before a couple of cats walk towards you and purr against your knees. You mentally screech from the cuteness and begin to pet the cats with a huge smile on your face.

"Here." Ichimatsu hands you a couple of dried sardines. You smile as a silent 'thank you' before feeding the cats one by one. They lick your hands when there weren't any more fish. You shivered from the texture of their tongues. People were right, cats' tongues were like sandpaper.

You wipe their spit by petting their fur. Come on, everybody does that. There's literally no point in denying that you do that.

Ichimatsu feeds the other cats that were a bit shyer to come out compared to the rest of the cats and feed on the dried sardines.

Your ankles begin to feel pain from crouching too much-- so you get on your knees and pet the kittens as you do so. You mentally name each cat that comes to your attention and make note of them. You would adopt them all if you could.

"ACHOO!"

Oh fuck.

Here comes the waterworks.

You groan before wiping your snot with your sleeve.

Oh no...

Cats rubbed against your sleeves too. Fuck you were screwed.

Your eyes begin to water and you stand up and attempt to wipe your runny nose and watery eyes with the assumed 'clean spots' from your sweater. That didn't help at all. Suddenly, your arm begins to feel itchy and you see hives begin to form.

"...Are you okay?" Ichimatsu asks, still crouched with an eyebrow arched with concern. You didn't reply before letting out another sneeze.

Alarmed from your sudden change of state, Ichimatsu stands up. "Oy... I asked you a question."

You just shook your head before wiping your snot with your sleeve once again. "Y-Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry..." You begin to walk slowly away from the cats to battle your allergies. "I'm just allergic to cats, that's all."

"Eh?" Ichimatsu's mouth lightly perked open in confusion. "Here, let's go." He puts a shaky hand on your shoulder before he ushers you away from the alleyway. He takes a quick glance at the cats before returning his attention to you.

"You idiot. Why did you agree with me to feed the cats when you're allergic?" You shake your head in embarrassment. "Sorry. I sometimes forget that I have allergies for cats. Gomen, gomen." You keep apologizing.

"I-I'll go to my house to clean myself up. You can go home if you want. I'm sorry for ruining today. We can postpone this next time..." You say. You were a bit disappointed to say that. But that didn't come unnoticed.

"N-No, no... I'll come with you." Those words came out of Ichimatsu's mouth before he even thought about it. He mentally slapped himself for saying those words. Now you're going to think he's a pervert that's trying to see you naked in your bathroom to shower.

Wait, what?

"Um sure..!" You agreed.

WHY.

JUST WHY.

If you could, you'd begin to strangle yourself right there. You already ruined your 'date' with Ichimatsu with your stupid allergies, and you're letting him into your house when you clearly didn't clean up. Wait, did you say 'date'? Whatever! That didn't matter right now!

"Um, here. Let's go." You say before fast walking towards your house. You brought yourself into this mess, and now you've got to get yourself out. Ichimatsu tagged along, taking occasional glances at you while the both of you barely conversed a conversation.

You sigh when you stand in front of your house and pull out your keys. You unlocked the door and peek a little bit inside before cringing a bit.

"What's wrong?" Ichimatsu asks, noticing that you're not walking in your own damn house.

"I didn't clean up the house," You say with a blush. "I wasn't expecting guests. So I apologize in advance." Ichimatsu just nods before you open the door.

It wasn't that messy, but it was pretty messy. You know?

You didn't know what to do, and you invite Ichimatsu over to your living room. "Here, make yourself at home. You can take a few snakes if you'd like. I'm going to take a shower..." You say before making your way towards your bedroom.

Ichimatsu sits down at your couch. It grows silent before the sound of the shower echoes throughout the house. Anxiety and awkwardness pursed his nerves. Now the tables have turned. What was he supposed to do?

You said he can have a few snacks, but it kinda felt rude to just grab it and eat it. Was he allowed to turn on the TV? Why the fuck was he asking that. Of course, he can if he wanted too.

...Right?

Why did he even ask if he can come over?

The answer never really came to his mind. The only response was butterflies in his stomach. Do virgins experience such difficult situations?! WHy?! He was screaming at himself for bringing this on himself.

The sound of water suddenly stopped; indicating that you were done with your shower. Ichimatsu stopped lecturing himself before immediately turning on the TV, trying to make you think that he was watching TV.

A few minutes have gone by and Ichimatsu was not even paying attention to the TV at all. He was overthinking each scenario of what he can do to make things less awkward for both of you. This is the first time he was alone with a girl. A frickin' girl for crying out loud. Ichimatsu shoves out his lust out the door. He couldn't help it, he was a virgin aching to lose it.

You come to the living room with a towel over your shoulders to let your wet hair dry against it. You're wearing shorts and short sleeves that reveal most of your skin.

Blood ushers out of his nose before he discreetly pinches his nose with a red face. "Hey--Woah, are you okay?" You asked, walking closer to him. Ichimatsu stammers for a response, "W-Where's the bathroom?" He asks and immediately goes to the direction of where you pointed at.

(Y/n) hums in confinement, before making her way to the couch and slouches, watching Ichimatsu rush to the bathroom.

That was a bit strange, did you do something wrong? Surely you didn't do anything, right? Hopefully? I don't know...

After a few minutes, Ichimatsu comes out of the bathroom, his cheeks flushed as his eyes lower down to the floor, ashamed to even look at you. God, why did he have to act like this? Stupid, garbage, kitty-boy, can't even control his own damn emotions around a girl that he was friends with since high school.

Ichimatsu sits down at the couch, far away as possible from (Y/n) as he brings his legs closer to his chest, eyes on the TV screen to make it seems like nothing was wrong when something was clearly wrong in his mind, clouding up his senses and sanity.

"Are you okay, Ichimatsu?" (Y/n) says, breaking the tense atmosphere, on which Ichimatsu did not like at all. It did no justice to his anxiety.

"A-Ah," He turns his head to (Y/n), eyes wondering around a bit, noticing that you were a bit pale-- hell, you look a bit sick. Why was he here anyway? He can't even do anything without making things awkward for the both of them. "...Yes. Are you okay?"

(Y/n) hums a bit pulling out a small bottle of cream and uncaps it, "I'm okay... um..." You look at him, eyes filled with uncertainty, a shy and flushed smile on your face, "Can you do me a favor? You don't have to, of course." You add quickly at the end, crimson dusting your cheeks.

Ichimatsu grows curious, "...Sure."

"Uh," You open your mouth, wanting to say something but it call came out weird and incoherent gibberish. What the hell were you even saying? Were you speaking cursive or some shit?

You give him the bottle of cream that you took out, "Can you help me put some cream on the hives on my legs?" Okay, that sounded pretty gross and disgusting. Why the hell would you word it like that? And who the hell even asks that?!

Ichimatsu's face grows red, his posture stiffening as his mouth grows agape, his thin eyebrows raising, "...Uh--um--I-"

"Sorry, sorry! I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry!" You cut him off, the wave of feeling embarrassed crushing your body, feeling claustrophobic, despite the open area in your house. It was only you and Ichimatsu, why were you so uneased from requesting things?! And hell, that is the problem! It was you and Ichimatsu; alone!

The two of you don't say anything after that, slowly scooting yourself a bit farther away from the kitty boy, not wanting to face him, knowing that if you do, the same emotions of heavy embarrassment will overrun your being. And that my good sir, was not your plan.

You squirt some of the cream on your finger, rubbing it into the small lumps on your skin, making it your main focus. You were too indulged to put the cream onto every hive, you almost forgot that Ichimatsu was just in your house, next to you, staring at your bare legs, a bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

Wait, hold on.

When he feels the drool trickling down his chin, he whips his head towards the TV screen once again, screaming at himself of self-deprecating comments echoing in his head.

Why was he like this? This was so rude and disgusting, he was not like his brothers-- despite wanting to lose his virginity-- he had some natural respect for a girl that was his friend in high school.

He dares himself to glance back at you, as his half-lidded eyes grow a bit wide. Your eyes were a bit droopy and tired, hands still rubbing the hives on your arms that you already put cream on. His eyebrows narrowed at you, "What's wrong with you?" Er--um... he meant to say, 'is something wrong?'

"Ah-- I'm sorry, I'm a bit drowsy because of the medicine I took..." You hum, your words were slurring now.

Your senses weren't even with you and you felt so heavy with tiredness from the side effects from your allergy medicine. Ichimatsu felt a bit bad, worried even.

"Here," Ichimatsu grabs the cream in your hands, before putting some on his fingers. "...I'll help, you dummy..."

Your cheeks grow flushed as Ichimatsu gently grabs your forearm and applies the cream onto your skin that you didn't put on. "Thank you..." You mutter out. Despite your tired state, your heart was beaming with adoration from how gentle the wanna-be-bad-boy was treating you.

"It's nothing." He says, grabbing your other arm and rubs gently onto your infected skin. "You shouldn't have agreed to feed the cats with me, you're an idiot for forgetting your own allergies."

"Sorry..."

"...Just don't do it again, look at you now." He teases.

"Sorry."

"And stop saying 'sorry', it's getting annoying."

"...Sorry."

Ichimatsu raises a brow at you, making you giggle aloud.

Ichimatsu finishes applying the cream on your skin and raises his head, humming as he sees your half-asleep state. "You should go to bed, get some rest to heal up..."

"Mmm," you pout, not wanting to get up. "Fine, as long as your staying for the night."

"Huh?!"

"It's late already, stay in the guest room if you want..."

God, you were not sober at all. What were you drunk? No, not necessarily. I mean you were a bit drugged because of the side effects of your medicine, but the bold invitations were not making things better for both of you.

Ichimatsu didn't respond, looking out the window and indeed, it was dark outside already, how did he not even notice?

Ichimatsu turns to you, as you get up and grab a blanket from your room, "Oy, you were supposed to stay there and rest."

"But my bed isn't comfy," You complain sliding back into the couch and wrap the blanket around you-- "Plus, I don't want to sleep right now, I feel like watching a movie or something..." -- you throw the rest of the blanket at Ichimatsu, gesturing that he, as well, can use the blanket.

Ichimatsu glares at you as you grab the remote and switch the channel to Netflix. You weren't even paying attention to him when he needed you most to. Did that make sense? I'm not sure. Nothing makes sense.

You play a movie, cuddling into the warm blanket, eyes on the screen, not looking at Ichimatsu.

Ichimatsu looks back at the blanket in his hands before he embarrassedly wraps it around himself. And damn, it was pretty darn comfortable.

The movie played on for a few minutes, the atmosphere no longer awkward, but a bit comforting. Ichimatsu liked it.

Ugh, why must life curse Ichimatsu to make him a bit drowsy as well? He feels that every time he blinks, he feels like it took an effort to open his eyes again.

A sudden weight presses down onto his shoulder, alarming his senses and popping his bubble of sleep that was slowly embracing him. He turns his head, your (H/C) hair in his view.

You were sleeping on his shoulder.

Oh my fucking god, why.

He was no longer feeling like sleeping, he felt like fucking dying.

Heat rushes to his face, as he hears your peaceful sounds of breathing, indicating that you were sleeping. Ichimatsu debates if he should wake you and tell you to sleep on your bed, but the other half of him likes that you're sleeping on him.

Did he just say that he liked it? God, Ichimatsu...

He fumbles with his fingers, his hands fumbling on the fabric on the blanket on which he shared with you. The movie continues to do its job as background noise, making Ichimatsu feel less uncomfortable. If it were silent, with no movie, then it would bring the atmosphere more tense and thick.

The sound of your breathing and the warmth of your body brought him a bit of tranquility. He bites his lip, the same feeling of sleepiness coming back to his senses. He yawns and shyly leans more into your touch. It was comforting.

Really, really, comforting.

He glances at the clock, noticing that only 13 minutes have passed. This was going to be a long night, and he couldn't bring himself the courage to awaken you. He can't stay up anyways. It would be worse than weird when you wake up in the morning to see his eyes bloodshot and scruffy from not sleeping. And hell, he didn't want you to feel guilty for sleeping on him.

His head twitches as he glances at your sleeping figure again before he leans his head onto yours, his head snuggling into your (H/C) locks, a blush on his cheeks. He smiles, feeling a warm feeling in his stomach as it tickles his abdomen. He reaches over to the blanket and tucks it closer to your body.

Ichimatsu leans onto your head once more, feeling his eyelids grow tired and tired by the moment.

He always wondered what it felt like to have a girlfriend to kiss him, take care of him, and hold his hand to reassure him that everything was alright. He glances at your hand and blushes.

Hold his hand.

He hovers his hand onto yours and gives a squeeze on your soft hand. It was comforting, secure and the butterflies in his stomach pursed through his being. Ichimatsu grows comfortable by the second and purrs onto your touch.

Ichimatsu leans into your touch before he slips into a deep sleep, hand locked into yours, a smile on his face.

#Osomatsu san #osomatsu-san #ichimatsu #ichimatsu x reader #ichimatsu/reader #osomatsu san oneshots #osomatsu hc #sunday

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randomguywithwords · 4 years ago

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Finding Peace In A Crowded Mall (Todomomo Short Story)

The Alderaan mall was packed to the brim with people. It was stuffy. It was like sardines in a tin can. It was everything expected for a Friday night.

Todoroki adjusted his face mask and kept walking, emanating a sigh that he had to leave the Mcdonalds’ the minute he was done. Such was the environment of an ongoing pandemic. Though transmissions had been at a fortunate zero for a week now, Japan was still to let up on its safety measures, which included mandatory face masks (he’d gotten used to that), limited dining seats and no loitering.

He was hoping he could skirt around those rules by staying inside for an hour more to study or rest, but seeing the long crowd waiting for their dinner, he had packed up and left.

Which brought him to his current predicament of finding a place to hang around, turning out to be nowhere. Nowhere to sit (safety measures), nowhere to stand that wouldn’t raise security’s eyebrows, nowhere to find solace.

And right now, home was not an option. It was the entire reason he’d decided to eat dinner out. He needed time away, for himself. Selfish, he knew. He’d tried to push down the pangs of guilts of Fuyumi managing the house by herself.

Just an hour, hour half away...it wouldn’t hurt, right?

He looked at the lady in front of him, dressed in an grey overcoat with black hair tied up in a ponytail, talking to someone on the phone. He was too far to make out their conversation. What was it about? Not that he was a busybody. He was just wondering what the woman’s life was like.

A guy around his age walked past him, wearing basketball shorts and a jersey. Just finished practice? His expression was neutral. Everyone wore a neutral expression, including Todoroki. If they were happy, they showed it with a smile or a grin. Some laughter if it wasn’t too raucous.

But if they were angry about something, or saddened, or feeling empty inside...their countenance was always the same.

He had wanted to be able to retreat into the recesses of his mind, but Shoto found it excessively difficult to do so whilst micromanaging his bodily functions. Walking (at the right pace), glancing behind and ahead of him to make sure no one was rushing into him, or that he was blocking the way. Doing all that, and confronting the stresses in his academic life?

“Todoroki?” A muffled voice came from his left.

“O –” He turned to see Yaoyorozu in a shoe store. “Yaoyorozu.”

“Quite a small world, isn’t it?” She spoke through her mask, to which Todoroki hummed in agreement. Ok, wish her a good evening and leave.

“What are you doing? He asked before he could stop himself. Buying shoes, obviously. Why are you so terrible at holding conversations?

“Oh, it’s Kyoka’s birthday coming up. I’m getting a present for her.” She turned back to look at the pair of black heels with studded gems on the sole. “You think she’d like these?”

He shrugged. “You know her better than me.”

“That’s fair, but I’d like your opinion.”

He studied the items. “Well, she does wear black a lot, but I don’t think she would like the sparkle. Isn’t she more into punk rock...stuff?” He found Jiro’s taste difficult to describe, given his lack of knowledge in that genre of style.

Momo chuckled. “She has a feminine side to her – I mean, it’s obvious, but she doesn’t like to show it. She’s worried about not having anything fancy to wear for prom.”

“Oh, well...”

“It’s ok, Todoroki. Thanks for helping, anyway.” She looked behind him, and asked, “Are you here with anyone?”

“No. You?”

“My parents went shopping. I’m meeting with them in a while. I had to go shoe shopping alone, because otherwise my mother would constantly be nagging my choices.” A look of exasperation crossed her face.

“I see.” A silence followed, one that Todoroki would describe as awkward. It was as awkward as a child asking their mother why that white-and-red haired boy had a scar on his eye. Out loud. In front of him. But Yaoyorozu broke the silence.

“Well, I’ll see you at school next week?” She gave a wave. Todoroki did the same, saying his farewells, before leaving.

He walked towards the exit with a briskness in his pace, not wanting to bump into his classmate after that catastrophe of a conversation. God, that was horrible.

As much as he didn’t want to think about it, as he sat on the train home, with his phone nearly dying, there wasn’t much to occupy his mind with apart from thoughts of the schoolwork he was returning to, and the encounter with Yaoyorozu. The screeching rails and chatter from those nearby forbade him from even thinking of any other peaceful thoughts, the entire objective of this night.

Ironically, her presence was calming for him. Seeing a friendly face who wasn’t a member of his family – as much as he loved them, was comforting. Maybe it was because she was in the same boat as him, yet she looked as if she was holding up well.

The thought was bittersweet. She seemed so carefree, that he wondered whether the top student in class was suffering from the same expectations that was weighed upon him. Was she that studious that she could maintain some semblance of mental resilience despite their exams fast approaching? Or was she also feeling that anxiety bubble every time her mind wandered to thoughts of academics?

But she looked so...okay. That was the word for it. A simple word. A simple question. “Are you okay?” She looked as if she could answer, “Yes.” And genuinely mean it.

He wondered if he should have asked about school, but he doubted she would want to talk about that, or even talk to him in the first place. Then again, she had struck up the conversation by even acknowledging his presence, because he definitely would walked past her.

She did keep asking me those questions...Was she trying to keep the conversation going? No...no, that wouldn’t make sense.

He gave a mental sigh, wishing that maybe he could have kept that conversation going, because that was, in hindsight, the moment where he wasn’t thinking about the rolling waves and roaring thunder in his life, but where he was in the eye of it all, and it was...

It was really peaceful.

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Nothing related whatsoever to my current situation. Writers’ projection is not a thing I swear.

Yes, I did go out alone for dinner to get away from everything for a mere hour or so. No, I did not meet a classmate to have an awkward conversation. Yes, the McDonalds’ was good. No, I did not project all of my emotions and personality onto Todoroki. He’s still his own character and I tried to retain that to the best of my ability.

I didn’t want to make this a full shipfic. It’s not sappy Todomomo, but just focusing more on Todoroki’s (and Yaoyorozu’s) academic pressures. I think romantic tension would take that theme away. If you’d like to think of a sequel hurt/comfort where they find solace in each other, go ahead.

#bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #momo yaoyorozu #todomomo #todomomo fanfiction #todoroki x yaoyorozu

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memoriesoflastwords · 4 years ago

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Seacrow

for the amazing adventure @grishaversebigbang has been 👀

before going ahead, please do check out the amazing art made by @chaosvvolf (Inej and her crew, here) and @artzy-lia-art (Inej on her way to Ketterdam, here). working with them truly has been a bliss!

I also wanted to thank @sopsopart, @niecity and @tricewithaz, despite not having had the chance to get to the end of the event with them. the sharing of ideas opinions has been more than enough, and I look forward to the day our roads meet again.

and a thanks to @sheitha, too, for being by my side during the Mini BB, and helping me come out with the plot!

summary: Nastya has only recently joined the Wraith after escaping, thanks to Inej, from a slaver ship. She's cautious, as she can sense something's wrong, and the meeting with one of her slavers can't but scare her even more. Someone's looking for Inej. To take her down. To take everything she's ever built down with the myth the Wraith is. That's why Inej moves to Ketterdam, to look for help, answers, unknowing of the growing fear amongst her people...

Ao3 link (it's a multi chapter fic, so do remember to swipe and go on with the reading if you don't wanna miss anything!): click here

Nastya still didn’t feel quite at ease on the Wraith. She realized, of course, her current situation was better than the one she had found herself into on the slavers’ ships just hours before, but Nastya’s movements were still stiff under Orghana’s caring watch.

Since she had set foot on the ship, she had done nothing but spark flames, although not in a literal way. She had bit Orghana’s finger, caused to ship to almost wreck, yet Inej – that was the Captain’s name – hadn’t hesitated. She had welcomed her. What mattered most, she had realized how unsafe she felt when someone made contact with her skin.

Nastya knew she was supposed to be grateful.

Orghana, the Shu girl, had brought her into one of the cabins, showing her a free place she could sleep in, smiling and seemingly happy about her presence despite still having her finger covered in blood. Despite what Inej had told her, she had decided not to go see their Heartrender. After all, she was no Healer, and to tire her for a bitten finger was not needed.

“Come.” Orghana had let her look around before moving towards the back of the cabin. “I’m guessing we can find you something else to wear. Your clothes smell of fish.”

Nastya had decided not to let her know the cabin was what smelled of fish, not her clothing. There was no reason to be obnoxious, after all, when Orghana had done nothing but try and be of help. Nastya still was decided to be cautious, of course, but not obnoxious.

That’s how she had found herself back out, under the night sky, breathing in cold air and looking at how little clouds came out of her lips and nose. That alone fascinated her way more than any aspect of the small science. Grisha had to concentrate for things to happen. Some of them more, some of them less. Nature? Nature simply had to exist in order to be magnificent under every point of view.

She felt cold in the tunic Orghana had found for her, with the promise of finding a pair of pants and a blouse as soon as possible, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, after all. It almost felt like home, in Chernast, not that far from the Permafrost.

She breathed in and out once more, the little cloud remembering her of when she was little, playing in the snow with her mother, pretending her breath was an ice dragon’s fire. How long had passed since those carefree days, how far was she from home now?

“The Captain threw a party.” she hadn’t realized Orghana had never left her side. Inej’s orders, probably. Not to risk another problem on board. “She called it a party, but it’s nothing more than dinner. However, there are some waffle lookalike.”

Nastya found herself studying the Shu girl, her short brown hair, her unperfectly cut bangs and gentle eyes, before nodding. Orghana had asked her nothing, but she wanted to know whether or not she was joining the crew for dinner. At least, that’s what Nastya imagined.

“I’m starving.” she added, as to avoid any possible misunderstanding.

Orghana smiled, her bangs covering her left eye, and sticked her hand out towards Nastya.

The Grisha stiffened, unsure whether or not she trusted her new comrade enough to let their skin touch. No. No, she didn’t. She looked for pockets to hide her hands in, finding none, standing still, a slight amount of panic running through her veins.

And Orghana noticed, or remembered Inej’s words, or both, because she stood back. “Sorry. An habit of mine.” she pointed out to a winding staircase bringing below deck. “Let’s go. I’m starving as well, and my fine nose tells me there’s some fish cooking.”

Nastya frowned before walking on the slippery wood, making her way towards the staircase. Hadn’t there been fish cooking while at sea, there probably would’ve been a problem.

Needless to say, Orghana had been right. As soon as they had reached the big room used as a dining hall, Nastya’s nostrils were filled with the familiar smell of fried fish, and the comfortable one of the dough used to make waffles. Would anyone have found it disgusting, had she mixed up the two? She hadn’t lied, when she had told Orghana she was starving.

“Sit with Mbali there!” Orghana was about to touch her elbow to catch her attention, but moved back as soon as her fingers touched the tunic. “I’ll get food for us both.”

Nastya nodded, looking at how quickly Orghana moved towards the makeshift buffet before finding Mbali among the crowd.

She wasn’t the only dark skinned girl, but she towered the others, and seemed to be a focal point for the girls living on the Wraith.

Nastya sat by her side in silence, wishing for Mbali to remember, as Orghana initially hadn’t, she would rather not be touched, or hugged in greeting.

Mbali smiled, white teeth in contrast with her night-coloured skin. “So Orghana did manage to find you something to wear!” she looked at the tunic. “The laundry girls are giving us our clothes back tomorrow. We’ll find something more appropriate for a pirate as soon as they do. Can you imagine fighting against slavers in a tunic?”

Nastya actually could. After all, most of her capabilities were in her hands, in her teeth. Biting and using the small science were all she could do during a battle, attack, or even play-fight. She had spent too little time in Os Alta to really learn how to use weapons, or her body as if it was made of steel.

“Here I am!”

Nastya’s eyes traced Orghana immediately, on the other side of the table. She was playing the tightrope walker with three full plates, two in her hands, one barely standing on her head. Nastya could already imagine all that food falling when one of the plates was placed in front of her, nostrils once back full of what she was ready to swear was the best smell of the world. How long had it been since her last real meal? She couldn’t remember eating anything but sardine scraps and dry bread on the slavers’ ship. She tucked her fingers into the fried fish, little caring about what Mbali and Orghana would’ve thought of her, willing to be called a savage, an uncivilized beast, as long it meant having her belly full of real, warm food.

“It’s horrible.”

Nastya froze as soon as she heard that word. Was it really happening, then? She had thought so, but hadn’t really believed for her new comrades to judge her for the way she was eating. She bit her lower lip, covered in the fish’s oil, looked at Mbali. “What’s horrible?” she said, unable to pretend she didn’t care.

“How those slavers treated you.” Mbali shook her shoulders, using a waffle’s edge to accompany a piece of fish. “When we got word of a Grisha girl trapped in some slavers’ hands, we didn’t get many details. Not at first. We had to puzzle together the informations we managed to get from other slavers, and some merchants.”

Nastya suddenly felt comfortable enough to start eating again, caring little about the way her fingers were now covered in little scraps of her food. She kept her eyes on Mbali, wanting to know how, why Inej had been so interested in finding her, saving her. She was an Eterealki, of course, capable of making the ship move despite there being little to no wind, but was that all?

“We had just left Bhez Ju. We were supposed to go to Ketterdam, it felt like time for a little vacation away from the sea.” noticing how deep in the story Nastya was, Mbali went on. “We were not far from the land, were we?”

Orghana shook her hand. “We’d been at sea for less than two hours. We were still adjusting the sails.”

“A small ship crossed the Wraith. Someone having to talk with the Wraith. Inej didn’t want our plans to change, at the beginning, we’d already been moving around for months, it was just time for a little bit of rest.” Mbali sucked the oil off her fingers, and Nastya found her plate to be almost empty, already. Her stomach growled. “Inej didn’t tell us much, at first. Only that we’d have to go a little off route, moving towards the Bone Road before turning back to Kerch.”

“The Bone Road?” Nastya blinked. Rusalye’s home. She knew the legends. “Is that where we are now?”

Mbali shook her head, getting up and taking both her plate and Nastya’s. “No. We were lucky enough to find your ship first.” she said, before moving back towards the buffet.

Nastya looked at Orghana, trying to understand properly what had happened, under what circumstances she had been saved. “Lucky? Why? Rusalye’s not there anymore, it’s cold, but it’s not dangerous, for what I…”

“We aren’t really fully-equipped for cold temperatures, right now. That’s one of the reasons we had to stop in Ketterdam, to buy some warmer clothing, some dried food.” Orghana explained, her plate still full. She handed Nastya half a waffle. “Inej wanted to find you. No one’s ever left behind, that’s our philosophy, no matter how hard it is to fight. We fight, knives and pistols, and always come back to each other.”

That felt like family.

And that blocked Nastya from eating even just another bite of food. That felt like what she had promised her family before going to Os Alta, to come back, as soon as she could, to stay by her parents’ side, to work on the vegetable garden when they were too old to break ice and turn the soil.

“Now that we found you, we can go to Ketterdam. Or maybe we won’t, and we’ll stop in Novyi Zem. I have to admit it’s not really clear to me whether we are closer to Weddle or Gjela, right now, but I guess we’ll know soon enough.” Orghana tilted her head, noticing how Nastya had stopped eating. “Are you all right?”

Nastya wanted to nod. After all, she was. She was alive, and she had just eaten the best food in months, and she had clean clothes on, a bed, comrades that could be friends. But was that enough? Was safety enough for her, or did she want to go home, set foot off the ship forever and go home in Chernast making of the sea a distant nightmare? She wanted her mother’s quick fingers braiding her hair, her father’s soup cooking on the low fire, her siblings’ laughter stopping her from getting a good night’s sleep. Nastya wanted to nod, wanted to be grateful, but being alive and safe was not enough. She wanted to be home, as well. And that still looked unreachable.

“Nastya?”

How had that happened? How had she found herself at sea? She had no memory of it, and although the long, jagged wound on her head’s back was enough to justify a memory leak, she was not ready to admit it to herself just yet. She had been in Os Alta, training, and then she had been on a ship, fighting with chipped nails and week knees against too many men, and with too little Grisha by her side. She had been the last one standing. She had been the first surrendering. She found no pride in any of the actions.

“Nastya, are you listening to me?”

She blinked, noticing how Mbali was once more in her visual range, a light in her eyes she couldn’t but call joy. “No.” she admitted, frowning. “What’s going on?”

“One of the slavers is in the Captain’s quarters.” Mbali didn’t seem bothered by how she had to say things twice in order for Nastya to listen to her. “She wants to question him, process him for what he’s done in these years. But she wants you to be present when she does.”

To see one of the men who had took her freedom from her, who had took her possibility to go back home from her. To make questions, to claim answers, to fill the gaps her memory loss had gifted her. The light in Nastya’s eyes didn’t mirror Mbali’s joy. That was desire for vengeance.

“Tell the Captain I’ll be there as soon as she needs me to.”

#grishaverse big bang #grishaverse #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone #inej ghafa #captain inej #leigh bardugo #gvbb 2020

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artemuerto · 5 years ago

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The Thing that lives under the Bed AU or Shadows.

Note: Please, listen to a song Cat Pierce feat James Levy- Regret by almost the end.

This was not what i imagined happening but as Cat release this song i couldn't help but to sank in it and imagine as Tony would feel Peter as much as the angsty song tells you. And i know that by those last lines it could led to a tragic end for Peter, but is up to you to decided if Peter falls asleep forever to dream of Tony of if he ever blinks again.

I did call him sleeping beauty for a reason.

@starker-sorbet, @thestarkerisobvious, @starkerprince

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Startdust and Moonlight

Up to next morning, Peter didn’t feel tired nor restless, he imagined he had dreamed last night, however his mind was foggy and he couldn’t remember what his dream was all about. A sharp knock on the door alerted him.

“C’mon sleeping beauty, it’s time to wake up.” Groovy with sleep Peter marched to the bathroom and got ready for the day. His hair was suffering from a crazy case of bed hair, sticking all over the place as if somebody had played with it before he went to sleep; a distant tune rang beneath him making him blink fast trying to remember. Where did the music come from?

Once again, May knocked on his door, only this time, she appeared smiling at him offering a warm cup of coffee.

“You’re getting late for school, kiddo.” Peter said his goodbyes running out of the apartment after kissing her cheek and stealing her breakfast.

Peter’s mornings were very similar and casual. Tones of boring classes, boring topics, interesting topics, horrible teachers and lots of screaming, whether is the Cafeteria flood with kids and hunger or the long hallways filling with swimming legs and rush breathes as more than one student seemed to late that day.

His one free period was usually taken by the library, on the days Ned and Gwen shared the same hours, they would stay together, eating snacks and talking about their days, their classes, the weekly gossip, dating and the walk of shamed to the principal’s office.

By the early afternoon, right after the bell rang and the students started to leave the school, Peter would take his time. The season was changing, the raging heat was slowly decreasing, although there was no obvious turning on the trees nor any sing of snow yet, surely autumn was taking his time to arrive. The sun still shined above their heads and painted the sky with blues and magentas reminding him of cotton candy on the Carnival.

Waiting for the subway wasn’t really a chore, at least not for Peter, sure May hated it on the rush hours when everyone was trap like a can of sardines, but even then for Peter was a whole experience. Low were the times where Peter would take a seat, and even if he got lucky he would prefer to give it away to someone who actually needed it. He liked to daydream about the lives of the people who traveled with him on short distances on the subway, where would they go? Where did they live? Did they like the subway like Peter or would they hate it like May? Would the people love being in such a restricting place or would they rather be on wide open spaces?

Like that foggy gray ancient mansion Peter used to visit when little.

Wait— what mansion?

Going into a tunnel with the flutter of passing birds, Peter closed his eyes and saw it. The long roads of ladders cover in dirt and dead leaves. The lonely looking mansion resting in dry land and open space, the bindweed created a slithering path that he wishes to dance upon. The creaking of leaves under his bare feet was a delighted sound as he danced an old tune in violin. Would anybody be there to dance with him?

The flashing light of warm sun brought him back to the present. The people around were unconcerned of his thoughts and soon one and another left their places by the time they reached their destination. Confusion clouded his mind, was it a dream? He could recall the fresh memory of a place he was sure; he had never been before even when the details were so firm in his brain. Perhaps he had seen it in class? History was never his forte but Peter could swear it was straight out of a Victorian novel, those which he and his classmate were force to read in literature and study their times in real life back in the 1800s.

Maybe, that’s what it was. A simple made of memory from a past class.

Peter went home without another thought feeling the soothing warmth of sleepy sun at the back of his neck, innocent to perceive the glooming darkness that soon came to follow.

That night the Shadow was small. The longing in their whole being was palpable but the Light was so bright and pure that they could not do much. They questioned what could have changed and what could have happened to their Master for him to be so different in a blink of an eye. Their eyes had not deceived them, Peter seemed happy, content, curious and joyful for the passing of nights where he could play with them, Peter went as far as dancing with them in their home and he looked so thrill; the Shadow thought they had found the one. But now their master was so gloomy, a pale shade of gray where not even his sight would light up the darkness.

What happened to master Peter?

They waited and hoovered, holding back and longing. They stood back until Peter came into his room.

* * *

Peter said goodnight to May with a long sigh, they were both tired after a long day and even when he had a pile of homework soon to become a mountain, Peter wanted nothing but to sleep and forget.

«What Master wants, Master gets. »

Under the covers Peter stayed wiggling his way into comfort, his puffy socks were on and his pillow was extra fluffy he felt swimming in the clouds, the air around him stilled. There was no rusting of wind or lonely dragonflies looking for their partners in the open, like a bubble of peace Peter was surrounded by calm and serenity.

Shadow peeked in curiosity ventured under the bed, slowly reaching the edge of its domain, they had never reached that far before, their limits were bound to the stretch of the bed and the cold floor beneath it. The Light had told them so.

«Impossible to go. Perish you will. Consumed and forgotten you be. »

The Shadow remembers those words, the words that left them powerless and lonely. Cast away in their home waiting, always waiting for someone who would come and dance once again. Fill their home with music and passion.

And surely he came.

Peter came stumbling around, touching the frozen walls of the mansion, painting marks of mist and fog, dark trails of obscurity where not even the selfish rays of light could reach them, the candles flickered, trembled in Peter’s passing. Peter was made to dance for them.

Thanks to Master Peter the Shadow could move, could walk and run, they could dance once again. So the Shadow would dance for Peter.

The roaming of music came in whispers. Peter wasn’t sure on how he knew but he was certain, soon he would be able to hear it all clearly. The shy notes sound peaceful and inquisitive, as if they were waiting for him. And waiting they were.

Bashful tunes came closer and closer, prompting him to walk freely on their soft rugs. Open doors greeted him but instead of the massive dance hall he was accustomed to see, his sight was different. A wide room with oval ceilings and spiders hanging from it with short flames of candles.

“Where am I?” Peter questioned. The flicks of darkness danced its way to him drawing snakes of forms to get his attention.

«Your room, Master. »

“My room?” The large bed was made, the bed post had creamy wavy curtains and nets with opaline wind chimes sparkling and giving light to the space.

«Yes. Yours. »

“How is this mine?” Peter came standing in front of the wavy shadow and extended his hand with clear intensions of touching but never being brave enough.

«His room. Happy Master. Room Master happy. »

Peter still didn’t understand how it came to be his. Who could have given him such room? Who lived in that place besides his friends. The friendly shadows that love to play and dance with him. As if sensing his thoughts, the shadow beamed looking bigger than before, faster than before. The shadow circled him, surrounded him and for seconds Peter feared, were the shadows going to hurt him? The last time he was in that same position, not only him but his uncle was also hurt.

«No. Master, happy. Master, dance. Clothes for Master. And Master dance. »

The Shadows wrapped him in spirals of feathers, later on Peter could picture the difference, the difference between the regular darkness he knew and the absolute blackness that soon followed his eyes to the point where he couldn’t even see himself nor the palm in front of him. His body took another shape, long lost was the soft camisole he always seemed to have in that place and now, a fit white dress shirt, a high neck and a soft cravat was decorating it, resting in the middle a dime of gold. His slacks of a pompous fabric, but quite fit and also white trousers. And all that pristine beauty shined over a burgundy jacket brocade in gold.

He had no trench coat as the Shadow seemed no need for it due to of the extensive waterfall of tail from the vest. Peter could not believe his eyes as he moved and twisted and twirled within himself. A full body mirror came in view and Peter saw himself for the first time.

«Beautiful. »

Peter wasn’t sure who was talking but he recognized the voice from before. The other times he had been in the mansion, they were there with him, all the shadows and whoever talked right now. He took careful steps reaching the mirror, the person standing at his back was at the far corner of the room, so Peter was not able to see him yet, the soft light trembled and soon after died as the mirror broke in tiny pieces.

“Please,” Peter begged with shaky hands, trailing shattered pieces of glass, the Shadow feared he would hurt himself. “Please, don’t go.” Closing his eyes, letting himself be consumed by the lack of light, Peter begged. “Please, I just want to see you.” The Shadow smiled and all the lights came to life creating a path for Peter to follow.

“Dance with me.”

* * *

Everything is easy in the middle of the night Your eyes are stars, your skin moonlight But with the sun there comes the truth It bares the soul and wastes the youth

* * *

With each passing breath Peter could see him better. His hands were cold to touch, Peter’s fingertips reaching the man’s hands with care as he let himself be led toward the center of the room, spinning around in harmony and light feet, Peter’s still bare feet slid smoothly barely feeling the lack of warmth when his whole attention was placed on the man he had to know yet.

“What’s your name?” his curious eyes did not escape the handsome features of the person dancing, Peter was trying to remember. He needed to remember this person, he was sure, he knew him somehow but from where.

“Our always curious Master.” The man smiled all teeth white and shiny, causing a shiver down his spine as Peter couldn’t look away. At that recognition flashed past his mind and Peter came closer as possible. Was it the shadow? Were his friends? The man nodded short but sweet and with a change of tune made Peter take a turn and bubbles of laughter fluttered out of his pale lips.

“But what do I call you?” What to call them? They were his friends, but keep calling ‘it’ or ‘they’ felt odd in a passive way, like he long to connect with them in a greater level. A name could bring love; a name could bring pain but still gave the warmth of memories and knowledge. A named could give meaning.

“I had many names before.” The man explained. “But in here, in our home…” To make a point, Peter twisted once again and was brought to a tight hug. “Master can call us what he wished to.”

“Peter.” He stated. And the man tilted his head to a side in question, like that Peter could take in all the little details. Long, dark lashes outlining whiskey warm eyes that never seemed to miss him, a strong jaw with full lips surrounded by a trim beard, raspy and soft looking.

“My new name is Peter?” Peter wanted to laugh but snorted instead.

“It’s mine.” The music soon came to an end but neither felt like moving away. “My name is Peter.”

«Peter. »

The honey dripping feeling he got from a simple whisper made him shiver and his friend feared he would get cold. They, both, would find a fitting name.

* * *

Hours spent walking and moving, traveling around the open halls and still rooms. The shadow followed close aching to never letting him go. Bright chandeliers on top of their heads and dying candles alerted them it was time to go. The Shadow hurt in longing, he had his master, he had a name and his strength was coming back because of it; his master was right. With a new meaning he could live again, live above from the binding shackles of fear were no longer in his wrist, his Master had given them so much live and love.

The Shadow stood next to Peter as the boy sighed in deep sleep, with no one else around, he could drink in all beauty his Master is, was and it would be in all eternity. With his long curls expanding over the white sheets of the pillows, protected from cold in his comfort cocoon of blankets, the Shadow reached down to touch him, however froze in impression and fondness. Even in his sleep, his master called for him.

“Tony.” To Tony, Peter was made of stardust when his eyes sparkle and moonlight shine of all his pristine skin each time he dares to feel under his fingertips. Meant to guide his path in the sea of black that was his existence. For a short amount of time, faster than a blink, Peter saw him. His master saw him materialized in his world, not the realm of dreams and wonder and smiled at him, called for him. “Tony—” He didn’t have to hide anymore; he didn’t have to be afraid anymore. With one touch of his lips and his Master would be utterly and completely his.

Closing his eyes and holding a breath, Peter thought if that was what it felt like to be loved to death.

#starker #pro starker #starker moodboard #The Thing That Lives Under The Bed AU #a very human Peter Parker #Dark Creature Tony #in english #mis escritos #Arte Muerto #Dark Tony

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solastia · 6 years ago

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The Dragon’s Lair

- A Special Edition Chapter -

This is the thirty day bonding period report of Kim Namjoon. I am writing this because Kim Heechul is a tyrant who threatened to make everything I eat taste like broccoli for an entire month if I missed even a single day. For my owner’s privacy, since I don’t know who all is going to see this, I won’t use her real name. Her aura has always reminded me of one of my favorite jewels in my collection, a star blue sapphire, so for this report her name will be recorded as Star.

Day 1: Here we go, first entry. The house is incredible and I have my own room. It’s a charming farmhouse with tons of space and a bunch of land. There’s even a massive forest that apparently is part of her property as well. I’m looking forward to exploring it all later. I can’t help but wonder if Star’s been lonely out here by herself. There are tons of rooms in this house and everything sort of echos when it’s quiet. The thought of her sitting in here by herself is heartwrenching. If she adopted me because’s all alone, I hope I can make her happy. I should probably also report that my dumb biology has decided she’s a part of my hoard. I can’t sleep without her now. I normally would have wanted to wait until we were more comfortable, but she dealt with the situation with grace.

Day 2: Not too much to report today. We spent most of the day buying more things for my bedroom. Since Star is a part of my hoard now, she insisted on buying an even bigger bed and stashed the old one in one of the other rooms. This one is something called an Eastern King sized bed and is the biggest mattress I’ve ever seen. I could fit so much on here. Put that eyebrow away, hyung. There is a room that she keeps locked and when I asked her about it she said it was just storage. Seems strange to have a whole room just to stash stuff. And why keep it locked it she was the only one living here?

Day 3: I may have made a mistake today. I’ve been so happy here that I wanted to thank her. I can hear you saying, “You gave her a jewel, right?” Well, I’m afraid I didn’t. I tried to make her breakfast. I KNOW, hyung. I learned that it’s possible to melt a pan and leave the meat inside of it raw. Who knew? Lucky for me, Star was too busy laughing about the pan to really get too mad at me. She gave me a hug before telling me I’m banned from the kitchen.

Day 4: I spent the day scenting my territory. Every bit of this house (minus that locked room) and the land surrounding it are now marked. I even got away with subtly marking Star. This is feeling more like home every day.

Day 5: I don’t want to hurt her feelings, so I’ve been eating everything she’s been making me. You’d be proud of me, I haven't complained once! Even when she gave me three scoops of broccoli. Although for broccoli, it wasn’t as bad as some I’ve had. She put garlic and stuff in it. Maybe soon I’ll be brave enough to tell her what kind of food I like. I don’t think she’d get mad, but you never know.

Day 6: The new Marvel movie came out today. Star was so excited and I couldn’t help fall for her a bit more today. I admit I had a crush before, but she was just shining with happiness and every time she smiled at me my heart felt like it was going to burst. It doesn’t feel like a crush anymore. The theater was packed and we were pressed together like sardines, but neither of us seemed to mind. She even let me hold her hand. Could she ever return the feelings of someone that is basically an animal, though? Hyung, what do I do?

Day 7: Soonyoung and Jihoon came to hang out today. It was the first time anyone has come by since I’d marked it as my territory, and I think I did pretty well. Only growled a little bit, I promise. That was mostly because of Jihoon hogging Star. He was totally egging me on though, I swear. Smirking whenever he saw me watching. He’s known me too long and knows how to push my buttons. He made up for it by telling me everything he knew about Star. The way he talks it's like Soonyoung and Star are the best people on the planet...I think I’m starting to agree.

Day 8: Star has to do some work tomorrow and won’t be able to spend much time with me, so she decided to spoil me today. She took me downtown and we hung out there almost all day. Ate at a cafe, spent hours in the bookstore, even stopped by the art museum. Then we walked next to the river and we just talked about everything. Hopes for the future, friends, books we like. Hyung, it felt like a date. I want it so bad it’s aching. Do dragons have mates? Like, soulmates? I think she might be mine. We need to research this.

Day 9: Nothing much to report today. Star has been in her office all day. I don’t know if I’m allowed in there, but I’ve made her food (just sandwiches, don’t worry) a couple times and knocked to let her know it was there. I’ve mostly been in my room reading. I’m going to need cuddles like crazy tomorrow though. Don’t laugh, you like cuddles too.

Day 10: We just stayed home today and it was great. We cuddled on the couch and watched a few movies, then went outside to work on her Grandma’s garden. She could remember when everything was planted and told me about them with a sad smile. It’s obvious that she loved her Grandparents and they loved her. While I’m sad that she lost them, I’m happy that it led her to me. I want to be the family she needs. I know I already need her. It’s so soon for that too. I’ve only known her a couple weeks, but it feels like a lifetime. I can only hope that she feels the same.

Day 11: Star has been smelling a little different lately. Not a bad different, but...I don’t know. Maybe she’s getting sick. I spent most of today trailing after her like a dumbass trying to figure out what the smell was. My dragon was fighting me hard to surface like it wanted to protect. All I wanted to do was take her to my room and not let her leave the nest. (See? I’m calling it a nest. Isn’t that weird? Where did that come from). I’m trying to stay calm so I don’t scare her. I might call you later and have you send some medication she can take.

Day 12: That smell is still there, but it’s even stronger today. I feel like I should know what it means, but I just can’t remember. She doesn’t look sick. In fact, she’s been eating more than usual. She went through three bags of chips today alone. I don’t know if I should be worried or not. I guess the best thing is just to wait for her to say something.

Day 13: TODAY HAS BEEN HELL! HYUNG! She wasn’t sick, she was starting her cycle. As soon as we woke up I could smell it and my dragon nearly came through the surface. I had to make up some story about dragon digestive problems so I could lock her out of my room and try to get away from her. I was under so much stress my horns and talons were out for hours. All I wanted to do was run after her and CLAIM her. Pull her into our bed and protect her. Hyung, I think we have a pretty good answer to my mates question. There is no doubt in my mind that she is meant for me.

Day 14: She slept in her room for the first time in forever last night because I kept telling her through the door I was having issues. I couldn’t sleep at all. My entire body was itching because she wasn’t in our nest. I didn’t want to scare her though, so I fought through it. I was scared to come out this morning, but I didn’t think I’d be able to pull off any more time without worrying her. Thankfully her scent was back to a level I could handle. She was asking about my stomach and babying me. I used the opportunity to blame the broccoli and she’s promised to never make me eat any again. At least something good came out of this ordeal.

Day 15: We went ice skating today to celebrate the halfway point of our bonding period. Technically halfway was yesterday, but I was “recovering” so she saved it for today. She was so adorably bad and probably has a bruised behind from how often she fell. I’m always so clumsy everywhere else, but I was proud to be able to show her how good I am on the ice. She was impressed and my dragon was PREENING! I was actually purring like a damn cat. I feel like I’m supposed to be doing something to make her think of me as a mate, but I don’t know what. We need to find out if dragons have mating rituals. Hyung, time to hit the books again! Or at least wave your hands around. Honestly, what good is a Wizard if they can’t just tell you what you need to know?

Day 16: Nothing to report today. Star worked in her office, although she kept the door open. She warned me that once she gets in art mode, she doesn't’ pay attention to anything around her and she didn’t want to hurt my feelings. I was fine though, I just like being near her. She has a recliner in there that's really comfy and I read and watched her work. She’s so talented and when she’s deep in her work she gets extremely focused. The house could have gone up in flames and she wouldn’t have noticed. I don’t know why that’s so attractive, but she had me hooked.

Day 17: I made her cry today, hyung. I’m worried it might be my last day here. I was just trying to do something nice and I made her some tea, but when I tried to carry the tea set to the living room I slipped on the rug and spilled the tray. The entire set broke. I just stood there paralyzed because I couldn’t believe what I’d done and she came running from another room. When she saw what broke, she started sobbing. Not just crying, hyung. Wailing. I tried to help her pick the pieces up, but she just asked me to go to my room. I’m sitting here waiting for her to tell me to pack my things. I’m sorry, hyung. I tried.

Day 18: I had gone to bed by myself last night, but Star ended up joining me. She didn’t say anything until this morning, but at least we both slept well. It turns out the tea set was one that she’d picked out piece by piece with her Grandma. As soon as I heard that I felt even worse for what I’d done, but she calmed me down when I tried to apologize. She said she knew it was a mistake and she was sorry if she scared me. She was sad but she wasn’t angry. I asked her if she wanted me to go back to the shelter, but that just made her cry again and hug me. She told me she couldn’t imagine life without me anymore. We spent the rest of the day quietly cuddling on the couch. I think we’re going to be okay.

Day 19: I needed to let my scales through while I was showering today because I felt so itchy. I don’t know why it’s happening in the middle of winter, but I shed a whole handful of scales today. I was just going to give them to you for your supplies like usual, but the thought made chest burn. I felt like I needed to give them to Star. How odd is that? Why would Star need my scales? Maybe it’s a dragon thing? Back to the books with us. I wish I had a manual like the other hybrids. Life would be so much easier.

Day 20: Star decided the 20th day we’ve been together is another milestone worthy of celebration. The zoo was is having some Christmas event for the month of December and the weather was decent enough that I wasn’t worried about her being in the cold that long, so that’s where we went. Soonyoung and Jihoon came along too. But get this hyung, she called it a double date! I don’t think she meant it in the way I want her to but...maybe? Maybe I’m growing on her at least. Either way, we had fun. I liked the petting zoo the most. There was a little goat there that wouldn’t stop following me around and Star was laughing so hard. She said when it gets warmer we are definitely getting some goats for the farm. I tried to explain that dragons most likely used goats as their main source of food. She just laughed and made jokes for the rest of the day about me having a “kid.” If it makes her this happy, I’ll accept my future as a tamed dragon turned goat dad.

Day 21: It’s been a long time since I’ve had one hyung, but I think I had a prophetic dream last night. I was here at home with Star, but the house was full of people. I think they were all men, but I couldn’t see their faces well. Everyone was happy and giggling cuddled in the living room and two little kids were running around playing. Even more amazing, Star was sitting next to me with a huge pregnant belly. In the dream, I felt proud and protective so I was sure it was mine. And she was wearing a necklace made of my scales, hyung! That’s how I knew it had to be prophetic. I’ve had no idea what to do with them, but seeing them around her neck felt right. I’m going to send them to you so we can make the necklace. I really hope that was a peek into my future. I’ve never felt such love and contentment in one room like that before.

Day 22: Nothing to report today. We just did chores and hung out. I wandered around in the forest for a while and wrote for the first time since I’ve been here. You’d cringe if you saw how sappy some of them were.

Day 23: I’ve never thought about keeping a journal before since I usually am content with using my music to let things out, but this report has kinda gotten me used to writing every day. I think the next time we’re in town I’ll buy a journal and keep this up. It’s nice to go back and remember.

Day 24: Some days I have hope that I’m not the only one feeling more than owner and hybrid. There are times when I swear I catch a glint in her eye or scent her arousal and I wonder if she might have feelings for me too. Of course, the scent could be for any reason, but a dragon can hope. Still, I think I’m doing a good job at making Star happy and she cuddles with me all the time. She tells me she adores me, but she’s usually squeezing my cheeks like I’m a kid when she does, so I don’t think she means it that way. I just wish I could get my act together and let her know I am so in love with her. She is everything to me, the very air I breathe. She’s it for me, hyung. Even if this doesn’t work out and she sends me back like my last family, she’s it. My dragon has chosen its mate and so have I.

Day 25: I gave her a hickey in my sleep. I apologized and asked if I did anything else but she laughed it off. I think I might do it often and she just keeps it to herself to spare my feelings. I am so screwed. I just wanted to give her more.

Day 26: I’m realizing now that you’re going to be reading this and it’s going to sound like some angsty teenage drama. I know you’re going to bust my balls but you know what? I don’t even care. Make fun of me for being whipped. She’s worth it.

Day 27: Star says she’s going to take me to the beach in the summer. I told her I’ve never been to the ocean and she threw a fit. I’m excited to see it, but I’m more happy that she’s making plans that far ahead. It means she’s expecting me to still be here then. She wants me to stay!

Day 28: I have a confession. I haven’t been feeling the urge for more Ryan dolls in a long time. Instead, I’ve been basically snatching things. I’ve been keeping my secret hoard in a box under my bed because I’m a little embarrassed. So much of it could be considered trash or too sappy, but it makes me happy and it fulfills my urges. There are things like tickets from the zoo, a shiny rock that I picked up during our walk along the river, any little accessories she leaves laying around, notes she’s written me (one of them is just a damn shopping list). And for some reason, I can’t stop taking her hair ties. I don’t know. They carry her scent I guess? I wish I was a normal dragon that wanted mostly jewels and coins, but even then I’d probably find some way to make it about her. Oh wait, I kinda already did, didn’t I? I nearly forgot about where her name came from. God, I’m hopeless.

Day 29: The bonding period is nearly over. While I’m anxious to get back to my classes and I miss my friends, I’ll miss being home with her all the time. I’m curious how I’ll feel when I have to be at the shelter when Star is home alone. Not good, I imagine. The urge to protect her and the den is already high enough. Oh well, something to work on. I bet you’re going to be excited to have me back to pawn all your paperwork on. I dread how high that pile has gotten.

Day 30: Here it is, my final entry for the report. I’m going to be keeping a journal after this because I really liked going back to read how I felt. It put a lot into perspective. Although, those will be a bit more personal than this. There was a lot that I didn’t share with you, hyung, as I’m sure you know. Mostly just more feelings and personal memories I’d like to keep to myself. Things she’s said and done that make me feel like the most important person in the world. I couldn’t possibly explain in just a few journal entries the depth of emotion I feel and how complete she makes me. I’ve always felt like the odd one out; the dragon that no one understood or would want. She’s never made me feel that way and accepts me for the way I am. I am honored that she wants me, even if it’s just as her hybrid. I’m going to try though, hyung. I have the necklace we made all wrapped up and I’m going to confess on Christmas day. If she rejects me, I just hope she’ll let me stay with her anyway. Maybe you could make me a good luck charm. See you tomorrow!

#bts #bts fanfic #bts scenario #namjoon #namjoon fanfic #namjoon scenario #hybrid #hybrid!bts #hybrid!namjoon #dragon hybrid #dragon!namjoon #the dragons lair #solastia

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lifeoftheparty74 · 6 years ago

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Spill your guts or fill your guts

A/N: You're a celebrity in this. You've met Shawn a couple of times, but you two aren't close. You are secretly a huge fan, and no one but your family and friend know. To the public, everyone knows you have a huge crush on another celeb, but not even your biggest fans know who. Of course, you should have known you could expect this question on Spill your guts or fill your guts.... (and you're like 17/18 or older in this, just for the sake of some questions) Pairing(s): ShawnxReader (They’re not a couple yet)

Word count: 2291

Warnings: None! (Except for disgusting foods)

"Sooo.. Let's see, what we have here.

"So starting with something that's already making me sick, here we have a fish eye, we have... bird saliva, hot sauce, cod sperm, to witch I'm slightly confused and disturbed just by how they get it. We then have... grasshoppers, a sardine smoothie, a cow's tongue, a bull's penis, and an old classic: Clam juice.

"Okay, so here's how the game works: I'm gonna ask either of you, Shawn or Y/n, a question. You can either answer that question, or if you don't want to you have to eat whatever I give you. And then vice-versa.

"Now, I'm going to ask you, Y/n, the questions, you ask Shawn, and Shawn will ask me. Keep in mind, neither of us have seen nor read these questions before.

"Now, I'll start, I'll give you... Y/n... the.... yeah, let's go with that, let's go with some bird saliva."

James Corden was ecstatic to have not only Shawn Mendes, but also Y/n Y/l/n on his show, on Spill your guts or fill your guts nonetheless.

After months of begging and convincing from my manager, Alice, she'd finally gotten me to the point where I'd accepted playing this game on this show. It wasn't until she mentioned there'd be a huge chance I'd get to play together with Shawn Mendes, that I had agreed.

"Oh my god no, please James!" My eyebrows furrowed and my head tilted forward. I already regretted ever making this decision.

"Rules are rules, miss."

A groan left my lips, but I hadn't even heard the question.

James picked a card, and as soon as he read it, slapped his hand in front of his mouth and turned around. "Who wrote this?"

'No, no, no! Don't do the turn around thing!"

Shawn, sitting next to me, couldn't keep it together either as James started laughing louder. I felt slightly distracted by his close proximity to me, but managed to compose myself.

"Y/n."

"Yes."

"Have you lost your virginity yet, and if not, what is the furthest you've gone?"

My mouth fell open, Shawn and James were hunched over in their seats, and the public screamed out in surprise.

I slapped my hands in front of my face, hiding my red cheeks. I did not want to expose the fact that while I had had a couple of boyfriends, I've never gone further than kissing.

"Well..." The decision was made quickly for me. I grabbed the glass, which looked like a fancy champagne glass, and put it up to my lips. I made the horrible mistake of smelling it first, and had to put the substance down as I gagged heavily.

I picked it up again after that, and put it to my lips and quickly took a tiny sip without smelling it again. "OH MY GOD, THAT IS DISGUSTING!" I screamed out as soon as I'd swallowed it. "There's like chunks of something in there... Eew!"

James chuckled once more, but Shawn by now was nervous for his food and the question that would be asked him. "Now, Y/n, it's your turn, so please decide what you want this guy here to eat, might he not want to answer the question."

"Please not the sperm." He whispered out softly, making the public laugh.

I grinned at that, and Shawn locked eyes with me as he suspected what I was about to do.

"I'm going to go with the cod sperm," I beamed at him.

"Oh fuck," The swear word left his lips before he realized, and he covered his mouth in apology as I turned the table and put the delicacy in front of his face.

"So Shawn, your question," I stopped a couple of seconds for dramatic effect, and to give myself time to read it, "You've got an extremely talented band, all of them also helping you in songwriting and being close to you not just inside of your career."

He nodded, "Yeah, they're awesome."

"If you had to fire one of them, who would you pick?"

The poor guy's mouth fell open, his eyes pleading for mercy as he looked at me. "The fuck? How? They are all so talented and such good friends and they create such a beautiful energy onstage and-"

"Then I suggest you eat it?" James was thoroughly enjoying this, and I can't wait till it's his turn and he gets his karma, hopefully.

"But... No!"

"C'mon Shawn," I leaned my head on my fist, elbow resting on the table, and throwing my hair over my shoulder in an attempt to look even remotely attractive, "It can't be that hard."

"They are my friends!" He shrieked.

"It's all your decision, dude."

Shawn took a couple of moments to just stare at the cod sperm, deciding what to to. As he reached his hand out to grab the little glass bowl, I immediately covered my eyes. The public cheered loudly, informing me of the fact he must've eaten it.

I looked at the little bowl, and was disgusted to see it was almost half empty. That is terrible!

"Oh my god, that tastes fucking weird!"

"Okay!" I interrupted both the public and Shawn, "James's turn now."

"Which one shall I choose?" Shawn asked you.

"Let's go with the bull penis." I was mean, I knew it, but I was starting to maybe enjoy this game a little.

"James."

"Shawn." I still couldn't get over how funny it sounded when the Brit pronounced it.

"Name one guest you've had on your show, that you actually despise, be it for their profession or their personality."

James sighed deeply. Honestly, he should've known by now to expect a question demanding him to expose another one of his guests.

"There are ones, right?" I was curious.

"Yes, I actually have the name in my head right now, but I don't think I can say it,"

"Oh, come on. I'm sure you can!"

James looked around him, to the audience first, then his team standing behind him, then to both Shawn and me, and finally, he seemed to have made his decision and opened his mouth.

"Hailey Bieber." He covered his mouth immediately after, scared of the reaction of his team. Thankfully, they did not seem too unhappy.

It was my turn again, and I'd started to relax a little, thinking this game might not be so bad after all.

I was so wrong.

"The fish eye."

Goddammit.

"Y/N, over the past couple of years, you've made it clear you've got this crush on a guy, also famous. It appears, however, to be a little more than just a crush: You, apparently, are a huge fan and according to your family, close to a stalker."

"God no," I groaned. I could guess where this was going.

"You've never said who the guy is however. Our question: What is your idol's name?"

"I'm actually curious." Shawn muttered, running his hand through is hair. Little did he know.

"I'm not eating a fish eye." I decided to inform the both of them.

"So?"

"I'm not saying the name either."

"C'mon, hun, you can tell us."

"Actually, I can't." If it was in any other setting, let's say, the guy in question wasn't sitting in front of me, I would have seriously considered answering it. But I was not going to admit to his face I stalked him online for years.

"It's just two words! Why don't you want to tell us?"

"Because I know this guy personally, just a little, and I'm afraid things between us might get awkward if he knows."

"Nah, I'm sure he won't. Maybe he feels the same way?" Shawn tugged at his necklace slightly, still trying to convince me. If he didn't stop looking that good right now, I might just spit it out accidentally.

"I can't say it."

"Your other option is to eat a fish eye, Y/n. It's your decision."

I sighed deeply, my decision made. Or so I thought.

I grabbed the eye between my thumb and pointer finger, trying my best not to squeeze it as I brought it closer to my mouth.

But then my eye caught a little red splotch on the side of it.

"Oh my god, is this blood?" I slapped my left hand in front of my mouth, doing my best not to gag as I laid the eye back down.

"All the more reason to say who it is!"

I shook my head, not answering as I picked the eye back up, determined not to look at it again and just eat the damn thing.

As I tilted my head backwards slightly, my eyes's met Alice's, and I saw her shaking her head.

She looked stressed and I didn't understand what she meant, but a couple of second later she cleared it up.

She made and eating motion with her hand and mouth, then shook her head. Then she made the talking movement with her hand, and nodded feverishly.

Oh fuck.

I looked at the eye in my fingers again, then at James, and lastly at Shawn. Was I really going to tell him what a stalker I was?

I laid the eye back in its fancy bowl, placed my elbows on the table and rested my face in my hands. I caught Alice's voice, someone must have given her a mic.

"Say the name or I'll do it!"

The audience was hollering, as was James, but Shawn never lost his respectful and polite stance.

I took a few deep breaths, and then, softly, but I knew they could hear it, I muttered: "Shawn Mendes."

The audience exploded, James was on his knees crying of laughter, Alice was cheering behind the scenes, Shawn's team behind me was going crazy, I was hiding my face and Shawn's jaw had hit the floor.

"No fucking way!" James had started getting back on his feet, but I didn't dare look up as I knew my face was beet red. "How- This is brilliant!"

"Seriously?" I peeked through my fingers, catching sight of his flustered and handsome face, looking at me kind of doubtingly. "For real?"

I nodded slowly, resting only my cheeks on my hand, only showing my eyes to the world.

"You've had a crush on me for years?"

"I'd say stalking you and obsessing over you for years isn't just a crush, Mendes." James felt the need to butt in. Thanks a lot.

"Told you the feelings wouldn't be returned," I spoke for the first time since I uttered his name. I moved around uncomfortably, adjusting my position by crossing one leg over the other and folding my hands in my lap, looking down.

Shawn swallowed thickly, and I was mesmerized by watching his Adam's apple bob up and down.

"What if I told you they are?"

Suddenly, the crowd was gone, as are James and the disgusting food, and only us two and our chairs were still here as he leaned in and placed a kiss on the corner of my mouth, dangerously close to my lips.

He quickly sat straight again and composed himself, rolling his shoulders around and raising his chin slightly.

"So, the next food," Shawn cleared his throat. I just sat there for a second, making sense of the mess in my head, and then look at the table and picked the Clam juice.

What the hell just happened?

Did I almost kiss Shawn Mendes?

Did Shawn Mendes admit he had feelings for me?

"One song on your new album is called Where were you in the morning. Tell us the full story."

One look at the juice and Shawn's decision seemed to be made, he didn't have a lot of trouble answering.

"So, it's actually not something that happened to me, but I met this girl and well... That morning I woke up, and my manager Andrew was calling me I had to go to the hotel quickly, so I left without waking her up. After I felt so guilty, we'd talked about getting breakfast and getting to know each other better in the morning. I did really want to go back, I can't imagine how led on she felt when she woke up. So I wrote that song together with Teddy, trying to put myself in her shoes."

"Damn," I whispered out, "That's a good answer."

He just shrugged. "It's the truth."

"So last question and last food: what do you choose, Shawn?" James was obviously enjoying this way more than he should.

"Well, we've got only a little food left, don't we? I'll go with the cow tongue."

"Well, that's just great."

"Rate the following artist from best to worst: Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Charlie Puth, and Shawn Mendes."

"Hey guys," James called over to the his team standing behind him. "You realize we're trying to book all of them again right?"

They just chuckled, and James shrugged helplessly and bit into the tongue. "Actually, it doesn't taste that bad."

"So guys, that was it, Spill your guts or fill you guts with Y/n Y/l/n and Shawn Mendes! With one great reveal!"

***

"So, Y/n, you free on Saturday?"

#shawn #shawnmendes #shawnmendesfanfic #shawnmendesblurb #shawnmendesimagine #james corden #the late late show #spill your guts #spill your guts or fill your guts #mendes army #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes writing #shawn mendes story #shawn peter raul mendes

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laceyannx13 · 5 years ago

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Carnival Of Terror (Kiss Fanfic/Ace Frehley)

My first fanfic!!!!!!!!

Part 1 of maybe 2 or 3.

Plot: Ace and the other guys of Kiss decide to take Ace’s girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in over 3 months to a carnival since it is the season of fall. Gene decides it’ll be funny to pull a prank on Ace’s girlfriend who is a huge scaredy cat to anything related to haunted houses.

WARNING: Contains swearing and talk of alcohol.

Author note: I am soooo sorry for any grammar mistakes it is 5 am and I am meeting Ace today and wanted to get this chapter out (I’ll fix the mistakes later) and also I did change it to it being my name because I find it the easiest way to write fanfics. I’ll change it in later stories ☺️

My POV/Lacey

This is why she is my girlfriend!" Ace grinned, as he watched me pour my own personal flask into my snow cone I just bought.

"I will never get why you guys drink. Doesn't it ever get old?" Gene asked, rolling his eyes because half the time Gene sees me and Ace is mainly when we are drinking.

"Oh Genie, you're just no fun!" I laughed, putting my flask back into my purse and beginning to eat my snow cone.

"Honestly Gene, Lacey has a point." Peter blurted out, as we began walking around a random carnival.

"I can have fun!" Gene protested.

"Fun that is not including banging 3 chicks every night!" Paul declared, jumping into the conversation.

Gene frowned at the star child's comment as he knew Paul had him caught. Genes fun was usually banging a total of 8 chicks in a night after a show.

Today was a good day because I finally got to see my boyfriend after 3 months of him touring.

Kiss has been touring non stop since their last album came out. We all decided since it was around fall, we could go to a carnival. One good thing about them only being known with their makeup on is that at times like these, when they're out in public no one bothers them.

"I missed you so much! My baby!" Ace exclaimed, squishing me into a very tight bear hug.

I smiled and hugged him back. We stayed like that for awhile until Paul wanted to break the hug.

"Ace you better let her go. She's gonna break!" Paul laughed.

"I can't help it! I love this girl!" Ace declared, pulling away from the hug and gave me a very sweet kiss on the cheek.

I blushed while Gene, Paul, and Peter rolled their eyes at us.

"Oh no the love birds are back at it!" Peter chuckled. "What ride do you guys want to go on now?" He asked us all.

"Lets go on the Ferris wheel." Paul declares looking up at the tall Ferris wheel that was ahead of us.

We all agreed and walked over to the Ferris wheel. Gene led the way with Peter next to him. It's actually a funny site to see even without the guys in their platform shoes because Gene is a lot taller then Peter.

Paul was behind them waking and singing quietly to himself.

Ace and I were trailing behind, he had his arm draped around my shoulder.

Once we got up to the entrance of the Ferris wheel it became a bickering festival about who was going to be sitting with who.

"I call my girlfriend because she's mine and I haven't seen her in 3 months!" Ace announced over the guys bickering.

All the guys stared back at us, "He has a point." Peter noted.

After a while it ended up in the 3 guys sitting together. Watching them all get in was a hilarious site that all Kiss fans would get a laugh about.

"Gene move your ass!" Peter exclaimed sitting down between Gene and Paul.

"I am already at the edge Peter!" Gene barked back.

"Guys guys let's not get peoples attention." Paul groaned. You could tell Paul didn’t want to make a scene in front of the carnival workers who already were rolling their eyes.

"This may be the greatest site I have seen in my life." I stated throwing the wrapper of my finished snow cone out in the trash bin that was next to us.

"They look like 3 sardines in a can! I wish I had a camera!" Ace joked then began laughing hysterically while watching as the guys put the safety bar over them.

Once Ace and I finally got in our cart it became our first semi alone moment.

"So have you missed me?" Ace smirked, looking over at me.

"Of course I did. Do you know how crappy life is when I don't have you're amazing laugh around?" I smiled over at him.

Ace smiled back at me, "Good cause I've been missing you like crazy."

"You didn't bang any groupies?" I wondered, my insecurities were starting to show. It really is hard being in a relationship when you know your boyfriend has hundreds of chicks throwing themselves at him every night.

"For your information missy, no I didn't. I'm not going to do that you. I love you Lacey” Ace replied, pulling me closer to him.

Most people wouldn't know but Ace is actually very insecure and he hides it a lot but he does get very jealous. "You probably screwed Jeff while I was away." Ace muttered quietly.

My mouth opened wide "Paul Frehley, you must be insane. I wouldn't have sex with my 40 year old boss!" I laughed at how silly he was being.

"I mean he's always staring at your ass when I visit you at work. And I honestly can’t blame him.” Ace grinned.

"Ew baby, no no no." I blushed, hiding my face into Ace’s shoulder thinking of my creepy boss now looking at my butt.

Ace kissed the top of my head, "You're mine."

"Only yours." I agreed, placing my head on his chest.

Once the ride was finally over Gene, Peter, and Paul were waiting for us to get off. I noticed Gene had a devilish grin on his face.

"Why does Gene have that look on his face?" I asked truly confused, was my boob out of my top or something.

"This is why she is my girlfriend!" Ace grinned as he watched me pour my own personal flask into my snow cone I just bought.

"I will never get why you guys drink. Doesn't it ever get old?" Gene asked, rolling his eyes because half the time Gene sees me and Ace is mainly when we are drinking.

"Oh Genie, you're just no fun!" I laughed, putting my flask back into my purse and beginning to eat my snow cone.

"Honestly Gene, Lacey has a point." Peter blurted out as we began walking around a random carnival.

"I can have fun!" Gene protested.

"Fun that is not including banging 3 chicks every night!" Paul declared, jumping into the conversation.

Gene frowned at the star child's comment as he knew Paul had him caught. Genes fun was usually banging a total of 8 chicks in a night after a show.

Today was a good day because I finally got to see my boyfriend after 3 months of him touring. Kiss has been touring non-stop since their last album came out. We all decided since it was around fall we could go to a carnival. One good thing about them only being known with their makeup on is that at times like these, when they're out in public no one bothers them.

"I missed you so much! My baby!" Ace exclaimed squishing me into a very tight bear hug.

I smiled and hugged him back. We stayed like that for a while until Paul wanted to break the hug.

"Ace you better let her go. She's gonna break!" Paul laughed.

"I can't help it! I love this girl!" Ace declared pulling away from the hug and gave me a very sweet kiss on the cheek.

I blushed while Gene, Paul, and Peter rolled their eyes at us.

"Oh no, the love birds are back at it!" Peter chuckled. "What ride do you guys want to go on now?" He asked us all.

"Let's go on the Ferris wheel." Paul declares looking up at the tall Ferris wheel that was ahead of us.

We all agreed and walked over to the Ferris wheel. Gene led the way with Peter next to him. It's actually a funny sight to see even without the guys in their platform shoes because Gene is a lot taller than Peter.

Paul was behind them waking and singing quietly to himself.

Ace and I were trailing behind, he had his arm draped around my shoulder.

Once we got up to the entrance of the Ferris wheel it became a bickering festival about who was going to be sitting with who.

"I call my girlfriend because she's mine and I haven't seen her in 3 months!" Ace announced over the guys bickering.

All the guys stared back at us, "He has a point." Peter noted.

After a while, it ended up in the 3 guys sitting together. Watching them all get in was a hilarious site that all Kiss fans would get a laugh about.

"Gene move your ass!" Peter exclaimed sitting down between Gene and Paul.

"I am already at the edge Peter!" Gene barked back.

"Guys guys let's not get people's attention." Paul jumped in trying to get the guys to not make a scene in front of the carnival workers who already were rolling their eyes.

"This may be the greatest site I have seen in my life," I stated throwing the wrapper of my finished snow cone out in the trash bin that was next to us.

"They look like 3 sardines in a can! I wish I had a camera!" Ace joked while laughing hysterically while watching as the guys put the safety bar over them.

Once Ace and I finally got in our cart it became our first semi alone moment.

"So have you missed me?" Ace smirked looking over at me.

"Of course I did. Do you know how crappy life is when I don't have your amazing laugh around?" I smiled over at him.

Ace smiled back at me, "Good cause I've been missing you like crazy."

"For your information missy, no I didn't. I'm not going to do that you. I love you Lacey" Ace replied pulling me closer to him.

Most people wouldn't know but Ace is actually very insecure he hides it a lot but does get very jealous. "You probably screwed Jeff while I was away."

My mouth opened wide "Paul Frehley, you must be insane. I wouldn't have sex with my 40-year-old boss!" I laughed at how silly he was being.

"I mean he's always staring at your ass when I visit you at work." Ace grinned.

"Ew baby, no-no-no." I blushed to hide my face into his shoulder.

Ace kisses the top of my head, "You're mine."

"Only yours." I agreed to place my head on his chest.

Once the ride was finally over Gene, Peter, and Paul were waiting for us to get off. I noticed Gene had a devilish grin on his face.

"Why does Gene have that look on his face?" I asked truly confused, was my boob out of my top or something.

"That's just Gene's face babe." Ace replied laughing.

"Hey Lacey, Ace told us how you hate scary films," Gene smirked.

My eyes drifted over to my bf giving him a raised eyebrow confused what the guys were up to.

"Yeah.. I am. Why?" I responded.

"No reason." He smiled and began walking away from the Ferris wheel. Peter and Paul followed and were laughing their asses off.

"Love, what is going on?" I asked Ace again. I knew something was up and the guys had something planned.

" Baby, you're just paranoid hun. Gene likes horror films." Ace assured me.

I decided to believe my boyfriend, that is until we ended up right in front of a Haunted House ride.

End of part one! I promise I’ll go back and edit more it’s just I really wanted to get this out before my concert. Please cut me some slack this is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted too 😂

#kiss band #kiss fan #kiss fanfic #kiss the band fanfic #ace frehley #ace frehley fanfic #kiss the band fanfiction #gene simmons #genesimmons #paul frehley #paulstanley #paul stanley #petercriss #peter criss #space ace #mine #my fanfics #frehleyscomet #frehley's comet

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