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rinhaler · 7 months ago

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I Pick a Tail Number and We Could Be Tourists

CHAPTER SUMMARY: you're stranded out of town and it's all Megumi's fault. Time to find a hotel to crash in!

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, alcohol consumption, arguing, name calling, strong language lmao, PG chapter tbh!

WORDS : 9.2k

notes : dangerously close to running out of old chapters to edit and repost LOL

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Megumi didn’t wait for you as he re-entered the aquarium and you had to work double time to keep up with his brisk strides.

He said that you should go inside together so you could figure out this mess you found yourselves in; and yet it sure feels like he’s trying to leave you behind.

He only slows down when he starts to text, which of course, piques your interest. It’s probably his dad or his sister, letting them know what happened and asking for a ride. He comes to a complete stop as you arrive at the café. Megumi pulls out a chair, he intended it to be for himself, but when he looks up and notices your worried gaze, he gestures it to you and takes another seat.

You must look terrified if even Megumi is showing you that much kindness.

“Are you texting Toji?” you ask him, and he scoffs immediately.

“No? Why would I?”

“Because we are fucking stranded and you said we were going to plan what we are going to do!” you whisper-shout at him, doing all you can to remain level-headed and keep your fury to a minimum. You’re so overwhelmed and angry you know the smallest push will have you freefalling into tears.

“I’m gonna call that asshole teacher of ours and see if they can turn around.” Megumi tells you, scrolling through his phone until he lands on your lecturer’s phone number. You hear a faint ringing through the speaker again and again. A vision of rage flares across Megumi’s features as the ringing goes to voicemail.

“Call Toji!” you demand. It prompts Megumi to kiss his teeth and roll his eyes to look at you, he studies your body language and expression, and he has to hold back a smile when he sees how serious you are. “Or I will.” the threat causes Megumi’s vague amusement to fade into annoyance as he adjusts his seating position to sit up straight.

“Go on then.” he challenges, moodily. He rests his ankle over his knee and slouches more in his seat, avoiding eye contact with you as he proceeds to play on his phone and ignore the gravity of the situation you’ve found yourself in. You tut, quickly finding Toji’s name in your contacts and dialling.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“What did he do?” he huffs, answering the phone sounding a little out of breath.

“N-Nothing, Toji. Well he, I guess he—“

“What? What’s going on, princess?”

Megumi’s eyes are burning into yours as he warns you to choose your next words carefully. Part of you wants to protect him; you aren’t sure if it’s out of guilt for your tattling earlier this morning or if it’s out of fear for what he’ll do to you. Your mouth hangs open as you consider, and then turns to a smile that you’ll hope Toji will hear through the phone.

“He’s been fine. But, uh, we missed the bus home.”

“Was it his fault?”

“W-Well, umm…”

“Just tell me sweetheart. Was it his fault you missed the bus?” he questions, a stern, authoritative tone in his speech. You do all you can to remain composed and not expose yourself to Megumi. A small little gulp travels down your throat as you find the confidence to croak out a singular word.

“Technically…”

“Put him on.”

“But—”

“Put him on the phone right now.”

He looks cute, you think, with a pink love heart phone case on the side of his head. With this and the colouring book, you’re starting to think he’s not all bad.

Maybe he even has a softer side.

He at least has a sort of nice side if today is anything to go by.

You’re brought out of your soft ideation as you see a vein bulge against Megumi’s temple and his teeth grit whilst his father screams bloody murder at him down the phone. Even without speaker phone turned on, you can still hear him.

“Enough!” Megumi bites back, finally, and Toji actually pipes down once he hears his son snap. “Can you come get us or not?” he hisses through his teeth. His eyes bulge open as he hears a response he hadn’t expected. “What do you mean no? Where the fuck are you right now? It’s loud.”

“I mean no, shithead. I’ll talk to you about it later, I can’t get you though. I’m sorry, kid. Tsumiki is at work too so she can’t.” Toji tells him. Megumi sighs and shakes his head in your direction. It’s odd, considering Toji said he’d drop anything and everything to rescue you if needed be. But you suppose things happen, life gets in the way, it can’t be helped. You know he would if he could. “Give her the phone back.”

He does, holding it out for you to take. He gets up, trudging towards the barista to avoid listening to whatever his father is going to say to you.

“I’m so so sorry I can’t come get you, baby. You’re a credit card kid though, right? I’ll be able to wire you the money tomorrow if you wanna get a cab back. It’s only fair I fucking pay since it’s my dumb kid's fault.”

“Three hours in a cab? I can’t, I’m not really talking to my parents right now and I’d feel obliged to if I spent that much money on their card.” you tell him. He nods, despite you being unable to see it. He understands. “Megumi’s gonna try and ring our teacher again, maybe they’ll come back for us.”

“Yeah, maybe.” he responds, “I know it isn’t ideal but… if there’s no one else, maybe you could book a hotel room for the night or something?”

“Oh! Absolutely not!” you reply. The chipper tone in your voice with such a funny answer makes him snicker down the phone. “I’ve just remembered Gojo exists, I’ll call him!” you beam, impressed with yourself as the idea strikes you.

“N-No, princess, wait—!”

“Bye Toji!” you hang up, albeit a little guiltily. But you waste no time searching your contacts for Gojo.

You jump a little when you hear the sound of glass thump against the table you’re sitting at. He got you and himself milkshakes. Banana for you and strawberry for him. There’s something quite endearing about Megumi and the colour pink.

“Thanks. Did you know banana is my favourite or was it a guess?”

“I’m gonna try that fucking idiot teacher again.” Megumi speaks, totally ignoring your question. There’s no way he could have known it was your favourite, you’ve never told him and you doubt Yuuji had. He gets up and walks away from the table as he listens to the mind-numbing ring of his phone attempting to connect him.

Your call to Gojo is useless. His smarmy voice immediately grates on you as he asks how you got yourself in such a predicament. It only edges his theory more that you have a thing for Megumi now that you’re stuck with him. And you are stuck, since he’s also unable to help.

“Didn’t think you’d need me today so I’m out of town. How about your favourite Papaguro?” he taunts.

“He can’t. I don’t know what he’s doing but he said he can’t.” you tell him, coldly, hoping your tone of voice will quell his curiosity and put an end to his teasing.

“Oh really? How interesting. Let me talk to Megumi—”

“Goodbye, Gojo.” you cut him off before he can continue anymore. Your blood is boiling, but you manage to relax as you see a stream of texts from Toji begging you not to call Gojo.

Oops.

Megumi returns, tossing his phone onto the table. You think if he fell into his seat any harder he might have put a hole through the floor. He looks furious. A face like thunder and his arms folded across his chest. His foot begins tapping against the floor speedily, almost like a tick of some sort and soon it travels up his leg so that he’s bouncing it. You don’t stare, but you look over to him wondering when he’ll be ready to talk. He looks at you when you lean forward to sip the straw of your milkshake.

“I thought it was weird that they left without us,” he starts, copying your actions and slurping the pink liquid he purchased through his straw. “Whenever I’ve been on trips in the past. They say a certain time to be back, but they never actually leave until everyone is accounted for on the bus.”

“Right? But this isn’t like school, we’re adults. It’s university. So they don’t fuck around when it comes to this stuff, I guess.” you respond. He shakes his head though, disregarding your statement.

“I went on a trip with my old university and they waited for a bunch of mature students who were late back to the bus. Like, thirty minutes late. They don’t leave students behind on trips, ever. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Guess what that useless excuse for an educator just told me.” Megumi smirks. You shake your head, giving up on his little game before you even begin. You see his eyes roll over white before he leans in closer to you across the table, his chest almost spilling his milkshake over. “Apparently I sent a text to those stupid ugly girls telling them that we caught a ride home from Toji. And that idiot believed them.”

“Did you?”

“What?”

“Did you text them, Megumi? Because this seems like something you’d definitely do to try and fuck with me.”

“Don’t be dense. I’m not fucking with you anymore, am I? If I was fucking with you I would have left you here alone.” he assures you. You nod, finding his explanation believable enough to dispel any doubt. You’re at least glad he isn’t angry with you for doubting him; he’s given you more than enough reasons to, after all. “How was your call with Gojo?”

“It’s a no-go,” you smile. You even manage to coax a little smirk out of Megumi as well. “He’s out of town, busy. And I assume a charming boy such as yourself doesn’t have any friends who could get us.”

“I assume the girl who pissed herself at Independent doesn’t have any friends either.” he bites back. He scrunches his eyes as soon as the words leave his mouth. Regret, you deduce. You look away from him to stop yourself from crying, and you know he won’t apologise to you for saying it.

Keep it together. Don’t let him see you cry.

“Call your parents.” Megumi demands.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no. I’m not fucking talking to them and you’re not going to bully me into doing it. Especially after what you just said. I cannot believe I thought—”

“Don’t fucking start. Sorry, alright? Just slipped out.” he mumbles, and you huff out a sigh. It’s a huge deal, honestly. You didn’t think he was capable of apologising. Hell, you didn’t even know he knew the word sorry. You shake your head, dismissing him and his bullshit as you try and come to terms with your situation. “No Toji or Gojo or bus coming back. No cab. No friends. What’s left, O’Keeffe?”

“I- Toji suggested something but I said no to that, too.” you hesitate to tell him. He looks at you, curiously, waiting for you to elaborate. A scoff escapes you as you recall the idea and debate on telling him or not. It can’t hurt to mention it, you suppose. “A hotel.”

“He’s smart sometimes, I’ll give him that. Why did you say no?”

“I don’t want to stay here any longer than necessary with you, let alone share a room.” you tell him bluntly, and he laughs at your brazenness. He catches himself, though, his face returning to the stoic expression it’s used to. He can’t let you think he finds you funny.

“Why would we share? The rooms will be dirt cheap. It might not be what you want to hear, but, we’re stuck here for tonight at least.” he tells you. And unfortunately, you’re starting to think he’s right. You’re shit out of luck. There’s no escape from him and you are stranded in town until someone can come and get you both. Of course, the reasonable thing to do would be to call your parents and just get over your petty grudge and talk to them. But it wasn’t a viable option.

You can’t.

You just can’t.

You pull your laptop out of your bag and connect with the hotspot on your phone. Megumi is squinting incredulously. As if you’re the type to come up with evil plots and schemes.

“I’m looking up hotels in town, apparently there’s only three. Do you want to call?” you wonder. He grabs your laptop and turns it to face him, dialling the number for the first hotel. You start calling the second and it rings for an awfully long time.

“This one’s fully booked, give me the last one.” he demands, you turn your screen for him to see and he attempts the next number.

“Oh hello, I was wondering if you had any rooms available for—”

You’re cut off by the most unwelcome answer you could have possibly imagined. The look on Megumi’s face is telling you that he doesn’t have a much better answer for you either. His teeth are grinding and his face is almost completely red. Instead of one bulging forehead vein you think you can see three of them.

“No rooms.”

Fuck.

“I— We’ll take it. Is it okay if we pay on site? I’m not sure how many days… Yeah, sure. That’s fine, uh, Fushiguro for the booking, I guess. Thanks so much.” you sigh, hanging up the phone.

“Nice one, O’Keeffe. And you’re putting it in my name so Toji has to pay, real smart. At least we’ll have our rooms for the night and we can get some—”

“Our room.” you correct him.

“What?”

“They only had one fucking room available for us.”

“No.”

“It’s two double beds so it’s not like we’re sharing. Listen, I’m not thrilled about it either, Megumi.” you snipe at him, unwilling to tolerate his attitude when you’re already in a foul mood.

“If you weren’t being such a petty, stuck up, bitch, your parents could have—”

Megumi knows he’s going to have to catch up with you at some point, but he’s stubborn, unable to admit defeat or appear weak.

But he is at fault for everything. He is the one that got you both into this mess and he is the one that keeps pushing your fucking buttons.

He does get up, though. It takes him a while to see you when he gets outside into the pouring rain. But when he does, it doesn’t take long to reach you. And almost as if to protect his fragile masculinity, he deems it necessary to overtake you like he’s leading the way. Guiding you to safety.

He doesn’t even know where he’s going, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure he’s going the right way. He stops at an intersection looking completely out of his depth. You don’t help him, if he’s so insistent on leading the way then he can take it from here.

You don’t mind catching hypothermia in pursuit of proving a petty point.

His eyes wander around. And suddenly they settle. He knows he’s lost and clueless about what he’s doing. But ever the bullshitter, he comes up with a valid excuse for a pause in the journey.

“Should we get some clothes?” he asks. You scrunch your face up, not understanding why such a random question left his lips. He points in the direction of a department store, hoping to clarify his reasoning. “We only have what we came in and we’re drenched. I hope you aren’t planning on sleeping naked since we’re sharing a room.”

You suppose he has a point.

“Fine. Let’s go, I’m not buying your shit, though.”

“Bank of Toji, O’Keeffe. A pair of piece of shit credit card kids stranded in the middle of nowhere. Classic.”

“I’m not a piece of shit credit card kid, Megumi.” you inform him.

“Oh yeah? Who’s paying for that cosy little love den again. You and Yuuji must be working so hard to pay the bills.”

They’re the only reason you’re able to spend as much as you want at the drop of a hat.

They’re the only reason you have a nice house to live in instead of a gross little shoebox dorm room while you’re studying.

Megumi is a lot of things. A lot of awful things you couldn’t even begin to list. But it’s not often that he lies. And it’s even rarer that he’s wrong.

The store is nothing special. It’s nice and cheap which makes you feel real good inside. You may be spending your parents’ money, but at least it isn’t anything for them to call you up about.

You pick out a few outfits and some pyjamas to wear in the hotel room. You look over one of the clothes rails and see Megumi flirting with one of the shop assistants.

You feel hot all of a sudden. Angry. Why is he fucking flirting with her? Is now really the time to be doing this? He’s acting like everything is fine. Normal. Like you aren’t stuck here for however long.

You aren’t sure why, but something snaps in you. Before you can even ask yourself if it’s a good idea you’re marching up towards the girl and Megumi, rudely intercepting their conversation.

“I’m done buying stuff. Have you got everything?” you ask him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t— Is this your girlfriend?” she asks. You scoff quickly and Megumi laughs at her assumption.

“Long story. Here, babe,” he smirks as he holds her hand and pulls a biro out of his back pocket. He scribbles his phone number on the top of her hand and winks at her. “Might be in town for a few days, call me up if you wanna have some fun.”

“Ugh.” you mutter, earning an elbow in the ribs from him.

“O-Okay, Megumi. I’ll call you. And nice to meet you, uh—”

He does nothing but laugh, shrugging his shoulders as he walks after you. He’s silent for a while as he watches the woman at the counter ring up your purchases. You’ve got a face like thunder and he can’t even begin to describe how amused he feels. He waits for you to pick up your shopping bags before putting his own clothes down and waiting for the same service.

“What’s wrong with your face?” he asks you.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re pissed. Clearly. But I’ve never seen you look like that before. Is it…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Jealousy?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. I’m not jealous. I don’t want you bringing girls back to our hotel room and listening to you cum in thirty seconds and think you’re impressive.”

“Right.”

He picks up his bags and heads for the exit. You know he’s winding you up on purpose when he winks at the girl again. It’s like he’s pouring salt and vinegar into a wound just to see how long it will take you to scream. You’re already fragile. Vulnerable. Lonely. He’s treating you as if you’re some social experiment to see how much he can get away with. He knows it’s a lot. He’s put you through a lot already.

What else is left?

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You finally make it to the hotel.

Megumi had given in and decided to let you show him the way while he attempted to get through to his dad again. It took a few calls until he answered. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary either, both of them yelling and getting angry at each other until they finally got down to what they needed to talk about.

Paying the front desk.

He hands the phone to the man checking you in while he takes down his card details.

“Could you speak up, sir? It’s a little loud.” he requests.

“I said that earlier. Where the fuck is he?” Megumi wonders, facing you. You shrug your shoulders, assuming he didn’t actually expect you to answer.

How are you meant to know? It’s not like you're in cahoots with Toji just because he has an attentive interest in you and your wellbeing.

Megumi might annoy the life out of you and make your life hell at any opportunity, but you’re not the type of girl to keep information from him just to get the upper hand.

“All sorted. We’ve got his details, enjoy your stay.”

“Can I ask why it’s so busy? I noticed a lot of uh… interesting clothes at the store. And this was the only hotel with a room, is there a reason?” you ask him.

“It’s our big town festival this weekend. The anniversary of its founding. We get dressed up in gaudy clothes. Hold a parade. A beach party. Don’t be fooled by the weather, it’ll be scorching for the parade.”

“We need the key to the room.” Megumi states, bluntly. Clearly not giving two shits about the upcoming festival. The man nods and holds the key out to him.

“There’s a shop around the corner that sell condoms and lube.” he tells you both.

“He’s NOT my fucking boyfriend!” you yell, storming towards the stairs with your bags. Megumi laughs, again, saying goodbye to the receptionist as he follows after you. “The fuck do I look like? As if I’d date someone like him.” you mumble to yourself.

“You’re gonna hurt my feelings.” Megumi teases.

You ignore him, picking up the pace and running up the stairs so you can escape him. You know you need him to unlock the door to the room, but you need at least a few seconds of peace from him.

You can’t stand it.

You can’t stand him.

He doesn’t chase you. He doesn’t pester you anymore. You rest your back against the wall beside the door to your room as you wait for him. You’re almost at your breaking point. You can feel it brewing. Your chest is aching and your mouth is filling with water. You can even feel your jaw begin to ache.

What could you have done to deserve this?

Megumi arrives and doesn’t say a word. You’re thankful. You aren’t sure if he’s doing it for his benefit or yours. Does he know if he prods at your sensitive skin any more you’ll crumble to dust?

Looking around is getting to you.

This is real.

You’re really stuck in a fucking hotel room with Megumi Fushiguro. What would Yuuji think if he could see you now? What were you fucking thinking by giving him the benefit of the doubt? Maybe you’d have been better off if you let those girls bully you on the coach and harass you in the art gallery.

At least you’d be on your way home.

At least you wouldn’t be stuck with him.

The spiralling thoughts in your mind are the final straw. You burst into tears and you couldn’t be anymore humiliated if you tried. Megumi looks over his shoulder to see you sobbing.

He feels awkward.

He’s not used to seeing anyone get emotional, let alone you. He’s only seen you like this because of him. And he can’t deny that this is his fault as well.

So, why can’t he find it in him to feel bad?

He goes in the bathroom and picks up some toilet roll for you. He doesn’t hand it to you, though. He just throws it at you. It makes you laugh a little. It’s just so him. You have to admit despite his obscure approach, he’s really been trying with you since the coach trip. You get yourself a handful of toilet roll and start dabbing it at your cheeks.

“Why did you do this to me, Megumi?” you ask so quietly it’s barely audible. “You keep fucking with me. And… this was without trying. Or was it planned?”

“Shut up. What good is this doing, huh? We’re in this, now, there isn’t shit we can do about it so suck it up.”

“You walked out of the aquarium and fucked everything up. You said you were going to piss but you were outside on the phone! Who was it? Tell me!”

“I won’t tell you again, princess. No business of yours so shut your fucking mouth.”

“It is my business when you get me into a situation like this because of it. You made this happen. And now you’re planning fucking dates and doing all that you can to make this experience even more miserable than it already is!” you yell, eyes and nose running quicker than you can keep up with. You must look a total mess and it’s making you even more embarrassed. It’s just more ammunition to fuel him with, more he can hold over your head and make you feel shit for.

“Who I’m on the phone with is my business. Who I go on dates with is my fucking business. Stop being a bitch. Are you on your fucking period? You’re so quick to shut down any chance of you being my girlfriend but you’re acting like you are since you’re being a nagging cunt.”

“Megumi—”

“Shut up.”

“Please… Please, don’t bring her back here.” you beg quietly. It makes him huff in annoyance as he turns away from you. You see him shaking as he grabs hold of the wooden dressing table as he tries to stabilise himself. “You at least owe me that, Megumi. You’ve done so many fucked up things. Unforgivable things, but here we are. I’m… I’m sobbing in a hotel room that I’m sharing with you. I’ve never asked you for anything other than to stop bullying me. But please, please don’t bring her here.”

You see his eyes screw shut in the mirror. He’s biting his lower lip as he thinks everything through.

You’re right.

He knows you’re right.

There’s an awful lot that he’s done to you and you’ve forgiven him without him even saying sorry. It shows how big of a person you are. How kind and sweet and genuine you are.

But he doesn’t care.

He just doesn’t fucking care.

Why does he get such a kick out of making you suffer? There’s something so enthralling and hypnotic about you that he can’t get over. You’re always in his fucking head and even seeing you bawl your eyes out he can’t find it in him to feel bad.

“FUCK!” he shouts, angrily trudging over to his bed to pick up one of the bags.

It’s the bag he held up earlier outside of the aquarium when you finally found each other. You never got a chance to ask what was in it. It had the logo for the aquarium on it, but you were too distraught and angry to question what he had purchased.

“Here.” he speaks, hurtling the bag towards you. You duck out of the way before it can hit you.

“Megumi!” you yell back, wiping your tears with your hands as your eyes widen in anger at him. He’s not paying attention though. Searching through his pockets for a cigarette and heading towards the exit.

What you’d give to have Toji pick you up right now and take you home.

To tell Megumi off for being so cruel to you again. Or even just to have Yuuji hold you in his arms. You’d kill to hear his voice. Hell. You’d even settle for a text at this point.

Why is he avoiding you?

You manage to calm yourself down the longer Megumi is gone from the room.

Deep breaths. One. Two. Three. Four.

You get up and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re thankful you packed some of your makeup into your tote bag for emergencies. Your face is a mess, you look like you’ve just been dumped on your wedding day.

You decide to go to the bathroom to rinse it off completely. The cold water splashing on your face almost stops your heart. But once your face is clear, you dab the water dripping down with a towel.

As you steady your breathing, you run your fingers through your hair once you leave the bathroom. The bag that Megumi tossed at you catches your eye. He threw it like it was yours. But you didn’t get anything from the aquarium. You’re approaching it like it’s a fucking bomb. He’s probably put insects in it to bite you or filled it with something else equally disgusting.

But you can’t help having a curious nature.

The bag is light when you pick it up. A single tear rolls down your face when you look inside.

“Oh, Megumi…” you sigh.

It’s the shark. The shark plushie from the aquarium you thought was so adorable. It doesn’t excuse everything he’s done. Anything he’s done, actually.

It certainly isn’t worth being late for the bus.

It isn’t worth you being stuck in this hotel room. It didn’t excuse everything he’d done and how he treated you in the past. But you can’t help but wonder how different things could be if he had shown this side of him from the start.

You get cosy in bed and cuddle your shark. You decide to name him Gerald. He’s softer than you remember him being in the gift shop, and that is by no means a complaint. It’s such a nice feeling to have something so adorable and soft to hold.

There is a split second you think your heart might have actually stopped when you hear Megumi open the door. You jump out of your skin but remain comfortable lying under the covers of your bed. He walks in, chuckling, when he sees you. He shakes his hand through his hair, messy water droplets falling from the ends.

“Thank you for Gerald, I love him.”

“S’not a gift, you owe me for him,” he tells you. At that, you sit up. Wide eyed and humiliated that you actually thought he’d do something so nice for you. You set down Gerald and open up the quilt to go and get your purse. “It was a joke. Gerald, huh?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. People names on animals is funny, I guess.” you answer. He nods lazily, like he isn’t fully committing to agreeing with your opinion. He throws his jacket to the ground and sits on top of his own bed. “Why did you do this for me?”

It’s like you forget how to breathe.

How to be.

How should you act when you’re worrying whether or not every action you take may be used against you?

“I’d… look, I have a lot of thoughts and I just can’t say them without feeling stupid.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid, Megumi. You’re just a dick.” you laugh, and he laughs back. You aren’t wrong. “I’m scared of you, I don’t think I’ll ever get over that feeling with you. You’re compelling. Forceful. Dominant. It scares me, but getting me a plushie… standing up for me with those girls… colouring a fucking kids book in with me. They’re such kind, human things I didn’t expect you to be capable of.”

“Human? Do you think I’m a monster?”

“Sometimes. Most of the time, Megumi. You became a monster under my bed that kept me up at night.” you tell him. He shakes his head at that. You can’t decipher whether it’s self-reflection or disregard of your statement. Maybe he thinks you’re just being dramatic. “I don’t know what we are right now but I’d never think you’re stupid. So, if there’s anything you want to talk to me about or tell me I won’t… I won’t judge you for it. But if you want to keep it to yourself that’s fine too. Thanks for giving me a gift.”

“The girl from the store sent me a text. She asked if I want to go on a date tonight.” he admits. The admission takes you aback slightly, not expecting that to be the thought he was wanting to speak of.

“O-Oh.”

“I’m not bringing her back here. You’re right, I owe you that much. And I… I told her I can’t go on a date, ever.”

“Why?”

“’Cause it’s my fault we’re stuck here so I shouldn’t leave you alone, right? You’re fucking me up, O’Keeffe. Got me growin’ a fucking conscience suddenly.” he complains, but it makes you smile.

“I can look after myself, you know. Don’t let me stand in the way of you getting a nut.” you smile. He shakes his head putting another cigarette between his lips. He only left the room to smoke because he wanted space and to give you the same, not because it’s a rule of the hotel. There’s even an ashtray on his bedside table for him.

“Don’t care if you can or not. I don’t want to see her, anyway. I wanna go out with you.” he tells you.

“I’m sorry?”

“Get ready. The receptionist told me there’s a bowling alley nearby, ‘m not sulking in this shit hole room all night so get dressed.”

—

He’s a little jealous that he didn’t think of your genius idea of buying a raincoat. He did buy an umbrella, though, not that it did much to protect his new clothes or his hair. The bowling alley is a fifteen-minute walk away from the hotel. You’re glad you had opted to wear your favourite trainers instead of a pair of heels for your trip. Walking around today had been a breeze. And you were both hoping this would be the type of bowling alley that allows you to wear your own shoes.

You’ve always enjoyed places like this. Arcades that are dark with neon lighting. You look over to the lanes while Megumi pays for both of you and see an assortment of neon-coloured pins.

“Could we have a lane with pink pins, please?” you ask, sweetly. Megumi looks up from the card machine to grimace at you. But the man nods kindly, agreeing to your request.

You’re guided to the furthest lane away, right next to the wall. The desire to take a few pictures is too strong to ignore. Megumi scoffs but doesn’t comment. You get a few snaps of him while he’s entering your names into the system. It shocks you that he’s letting you go first. There might be a gentlemanly side to him, after all.

“Do you need the sides up?” he asks, patronisingly.

“Don’t be a dick about it. Yes, please.” you respond. He rolls his eyes but does as you ask. The sides come up for you to take your turn, and they’ll retreat for his. “Ah this is so cool! I didn’t know lanes could do this now.”

“Hurry up and take your turn. Does princess need a pink ball to match her pink pins?” he questions. Whenever you bowl, you always choose the lightest weight. Either a six or an eight. There’s only an eight here and it’s a hideous lime green colour. But it’s fine. You watch the ball zig zag off the sides before knocking down seven pins. “Not bad.” he hums. You saunter back to the bowling balls and pick up another. You only manage to hit one pin, but it’s one more than you had expected.

“You’re up, Fushiguro. See if you can beat that.” you tease, sticking your tongue out.

He swaggers over to the machine with as much confidence as an A-lister. He picks up the heaviest, pink, ball with ease. He raises his eyebrows twice in quick succession, like he’s gloating he got to use a pink ball and you didn’t. He poses triumphantly before he’s even rolled the ball. Like he’s some sort of fucking pro.

The ball flies from his hand and skids down the lane quicker than you can blink. It doesn’t roll until it connects with the centre pin. One of his legs is dramatically behind the other, a position he chooses to hold until he sees each and every pin knock down.

Megumi turns around and grins at you, smirking with pride and the state of shock your face is currently displaying. You point to the lane and then back to him as your words get jumbled in your mouth. He lazily points back at you, a fake look of contemplation overcoming him.

“So, out of curiosity, do you think I beat that?” he teases. He takes a seat and waits for you to take your next turn, casually looking through the drinks menu that had been left for you both to peruse.

“Are you some sort of bowling prodigy?”

“Nah.”

That’s it. That’s all he’s giving you as he orders himself a beer on the screen menu. He orders a drink for you, too, though he doesn’t tell you that. You take your turn again and manage to somehow get a spare.

By the time your drinks come he’s taking his next turn. You’re surprised that he ordered you a strawberry and lime cider, but it isn’t unwelcome. Maybe he’s trying to get you drunk so he wins even easier than he already is. He comes back, swigging his beer and silently gloating about his second strike of the evening.

“Thanks for the drink.” you smile. He nods and he drinks, his Adam’s apple bobbing dramatically with each glug of his beer. “Are those strikes just luck, then?”

“Does it matter?”

“A little, I guess. Did you just bring me here so you could feel superior?”

“Take your fuckin’ turn. You need to get it into that thick head of yours that not everything I do is about you.” he speaks sternly. It feels like you’re five years old being scolded by your parents. You tuck your hair behind your ears and get up to bowl again. You’re elated when your ball zig zags perfectly enough to earn a strike. It fills you with false confidence, a belief that you might actually be able to keep up with Megumi.

You sit and sip your drink as you watch him take another turn. He lets his head loll backwards as he exhales in annoyance.

“Unlucky.” you mock, as he cranes his head to face you. A split. He manages to get two out of the three pins left standing. You wonder for a second if he might have done it on purpose to placate you, and then you remember who you’re dealing with.

As tense as the atmosphere seems to be between the two of you, you’re managing to make fun for yourself. The music is loud, something you’d hear in a nightclub. You can’t help but shake your hips whenever you get up to roll. You drink your cider a little quicker than intended and you start ordering more. They go down smoother than water and your turns become messier. It’s going to be an easy win for Megumi, but it doesn’t stop either of you trying.

“Let’s go again!” you yell before gasping when you realise what song is playing. Love Myself, by Hailee Steinfeld. “I LOVE ME! GONNA LOVE MY—”

“That’s enough,” Megumi interrupts as he yanks you away from the lane. He’s holding your hand impossibly tight, guiding you in the direction of the exit. You can tell he’s embarrassed but your tipsy mind decides it’s a good idea to keep pushing his buttons anyway.

“Aw, Megs, don’tcha wanna teach me how to bowl? Since you’re such an expert?”

“I- I don’t want to do that. Shut up, we’re going home.”

“I wish we were going home. You fucking idiot. Letting us get stranded here because you had such an important fucking phone call that’s such a big God damn secret.”

“Oh for crying out fucking loud.” he says, stopping in the middle of an alleyway he decided to take to save time. “You’re so lucky you’re you right now, you have no fucking idea.”

“W-What does that mean?”

“I hate you. I hate you nagging and bitching in my ear constantly. But most of all I hate how pathetically weak you are. I could leave you here, you know. In the middle of this shady alley to let whatever piece of shit do whatever the hell he wants with you. And I’d sleep just fine. Do you understand? I despise you.”

“But you’ve been so—”

“So nice? The only reason I’m not gonna do that is because you’re you. Let me say it simply enough for your stupid little mind to understand. I don’t wanna deal with your family, my family, Gojo, and fucking Yuuji jumping down my neck because I left a spoilt bitch to rot in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’ll never change, will you? Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Enough.” he hisses, clenching your wrist and pulling you out of the dingy alleyway and back onto the main roads. The streetlights glittering as rain lashes down across the yellow bulbs. You’re crying, again. You probably would have been able to hold it together if you were in your own sober mind.

How could you be so stupid? After what he did to you last time there was alcohol involved, you’re such an idiot for letting your guard down for a second around him. Granted, he didn’t do anything particularly evil to you. But he definitely has a way with words that make you feel like you’re a speck of dust in the grand scheme of the universe.

You’re nothing.

—

He shoves you into the hotel room ahead of him and slams the door behind himself. The hideous flickering fluorescent lights are making you feel sick. You’re wobbling on your feet without Megumi guiding and supporting you. You begin to lean, to slope. Your feet are staggering until finally you collapse onto the ground.

“You are a fucking embarrassment. Get up. You need to sleep this off.” he demands. You get onto your hands and knees and start crawling towards your shopping bags searching for your pyjamas. He watches as you feebly rifle through them before he gets sick and helps you. He pulls out the purple fluffy vest and shorts you purchased and throws them in your face. “I didn’t have you down as being such a lightweight. It’s hard to watch, should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Didn’t use—”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t used to be, Megumi… I haven’t touched a drop since you…”

You begin to sob as you think about what a fool you’re making of yourself in front of your bully. It humbles him, though, hearing the reason you couldn’t hold your alcohol is another thing that’s down to him. He almost feels sorry for you. It’s enough for him to help you to your feet and lead you into the bathroom to get dressed in private.

“Fuck!” you yell, knocking over a multitude of complimentary bathroom products as you stumble to the ground yet again. Megumi rushes in to see you on the floor, still fully dressed and struggling to get your clothes off. You’re sobbing, now, face shining with sticky tears and regrets. “Megumi, I can’t—”

“Alright.” he picks up your pyjamas and sits on the ground with you, pulling you between his legs. Your shirt is lifted over your head for you before he replaces it with your new soft vest. “Bra on or off?” he questions.

“O-Off, please.” you answer. His hands slip under your vest as he unhooks it. He pulls down the straps and reaches around your front and under your clothes again. It’s awkward. Intimate. But he doesn’t cop a feel. He’s being a genuine help to you. Yanking away your black bra and tossing it aside. “Thank y-you.”

He stands up and helps you to your feet as well. You’re forcibly turned to face him as he undoes the button on your jeans and pulls down the zipper. He turns you again to pull them down to your ankles.

“Do you sleep with your panties on or off?”

“Um, I—”

“I won’t look, just want you to get ready for bed.”

“Off…” you sigh, nervously. You look over your shoulder and see him nod. He keeps his gazed fixed on the bathroom tiles as he hooks his fingers into your simple black thong. They’re pulled down so you can step out of them and into the purple shorts. You wiggle your hips so he can put them onto you comfortably. You’ve still got socks on. You’d managed to force your trainers off when you fell over next to your bed, but who knows if you were able to keep them together.

Megumi stands up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your bed and throwing you onto the mattress. He takes your socks off for you and tucks them into your trainers, leaving the beside the door to the hotel for you to find tomorrow.

“Under the covers.” he instructs, and you obey.

“Why are you so… it’s like you’re two different people.”

He ignores you, tucking you in until you look comfy enough. You’re cuddling Gerald and he hates the way his heart flutters when he sees how sweet you look with the gift that he got you. What the hell was he thinking? He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water, setting it on your side table in case you need it during the night.

“Megs, I’ve got some aspirin in my tote. Would you mind?”

He gets it for you and throws it your way. It hits off the glass, spilling a little water but nothing too damaging. Megumi starts to undress, uncaring of your presence. He bought himself a pair of sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt to sleep in. He walks around, turning out all of the lights before he gets into his own bed.

“’m not tired.” you tell him.

“You will be. Lie there and be quiet ‘til you fall asleep.” he tells you, not that he thought you’d listen to a word he had to say.

“Can we talk until we sleep?”

“No.”

“I wanna know why you’re so nice to me one minute and awful to me the next. Please, tell me why?” you request. He just grunts, though, not liking the thought of having to listen to you drone on until you pass out.

“You annoy me.” he says simply. It’s clear it isn’t a good enough answer when he’s rewarded with silence. But it’s the truth. You do annoy him. Like nobody else ever has before. “You piss me off and you make me feel angry. But you’re nice so it fucks me up, alright? I don’t know how to act around you because you make me feel too many things.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Drop it.”

You wrack your brains for something else to talk to him about. You’re sure talking about yourself isn’t a good idea, and talking about him might be even worse. Anything to do with Toji has the potential for an all-out war in the hotel room. You think asking about his history with Yuuji might be a sore subject, too.

“How come you’re so good at bowling?” it’s perfect. It’s about him but it’s not a heavy subject that can trigger him into another fit of abuse and rage. And it’s a valid question, too, considering he just schooled you at the bowling alley. He rolls onto his side to face you, and you do the same. He can see Gerald peeking out of the duvet and grins.

“Practice. Used to skip school a lot and play at the arcade.”

“Ever the bad boy, ‘Gumi.”

“Cut that shit out right now. I hate that nickname.” he demands. It makes you laugh knowing four letters has such a heated reaction from him. “Wasn’t doing it to be bad, just didn’t like school. Or people.”

“Were you… bullied? Or something?”

“No. Just didn’t care about shit. Toji was in and out and I was just angry about it. And I lost my mother and didn’t really have anyone to— Why am I telling you this? Stop asking me dumb shit.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard Megumi even come close to opening up about his mother. When you hear the vulnerability in his truth, you can almost forgive him for taking his anger with the world out on you. Toji is incredible to you, but the same can’t be said for his son. To abandon him right after he lost his mother is unforgivable. Of course he’s fucked up like this. He had nothing and no one. Not a shoulder to cry on or a word to say. Why would he care about his education or school when nothing in the world gave any care for him?

“Tsumiki isn’t your real sister, is she? So how did she—”

“Her mother and my father had a thing after mine died. So she’s not technically any relation of mine but we were all a family, only for a little bit. But after our parents ran off, that’s when Gojo took us in.”

“Wait, what? Gojo, as in—”

“Yeah, Satoru Gojo. That’s why I was surprised he was giving you a ride home that day after class. He’s like my weird other dad. That’s why him and Toji hate each other. Toji’s possessive and I’m his. But Gojo is the one who actually raised me most of my life.”

“Fuck. That’s so… fucked. Seriously heavy drama. Plus, I can’t imagine Gojo as a father. He’s annoying as hell and so immature.”

“He is. But he was good to us.”

You roll away and face the wall, happy with your answers and the conversation you’ve had. Your eyes are feeling heavier, watering with desperation to sleep. Yawns evade your lips and it makes Megumi chuckle. When your mouth is closed your teeth begin to chatter. Maybe shorts and vest wasn’t the best idea for sleepwear given the current weather conditions.

Despite all your best efforts to conceal the volume of your teeth, Megumi hears them. He doesn’t react, though. Not straight away at least. He isn’t sure if he wants to get involved. The worry of saying something pointless swirls through his head. What could he say, anyway? It’s not like he could do anything to make it better.

“You’re cold.” he says, plainly. He curses himself immediately. Why did he state it as a fact as if you aren’t already fully fucking aware of what temperature your body is at? You’re covered head to toe in goosebumps and worried you might actually freeze into a statue.

“Uhm, I… a little.” you confess, weakly. He clears his throat. His mouth is moving faster than his brain can tell him to shut up. It’s a mistake. A colossal mistake he needs to stop himself from making. But he can’t. The words are already pouring out. What the fuck is wrong with him?

“We, uh, do you want to get in? With me. Share body heat until you warm up.”

It shocks you, significantly so. He’s offering to spoon with you. What would Yuuji think? What would anyone think, actually? What do you think?

You think it’s absolutely ridiculous.

You’re constantly at each other’s throats and now he’s offering you comfort and warmth in such an intimate way. Yuuji wouldn’t be happy. Would any man be happy about their girlfriend getting into bed with someone else? No matter how innocent it is. You know he wouldn’t like it.

But you know it’s innocent. You don’t want anything from Megumi. Just…

“Okay.” you whisper. His eyes bulge, he hadn’t been expecting you to agree to it. He opens his duvet up for you. You pick up Gerald and rush into bed with him. Your body moulds against his and you immediately feel better. He’s so warm. You’re cuddling Gerald and his arms are wrapped around your waist as he holds you close, attempting to transfer as much as his body heat as he can onto you.

“Feel better?” he mutters after around ten minutes. You nod, and he holds you even tighter.

“I feel your… your dick is hard, Megumi.” you groan back, he snickers, uncaring.

“I know. Sorry, your ass keeps grinding against it. Just ignore it ‘n go to sleep, princess.” he commands. You giggle back at him. It isn’t his fault. If anything it’s yours. You should have said no to getting into his bed. You shouldn’t be letting him hold you like this. How a lover should.

How Yuuji does.

It’s so wrong and inappropriate. But you’re so toasty and warm, you really don’t care.

“Sweet dreams, Megumi.”

“Night, O’Keeffe.”

—

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shadowtriovibes · 2 years ago

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Hi, could I request a oneshot of female!MC in a toxic relationship and Sebastian angry/in protect mode after seeing a bruise on her, and going after her bf? As he confronts him he reveals his love for her in his heightened emotions. MC catches up in time to overhear everything and to stop Sebastian from killing him. Ending with fluff and MC ditching him for Bash?

Thank you, I love your blog!! 💖

hello anon! thanks for the request — obviously the topic is a little sensitive so please mind the tags before reading! 🤍

a guy like you should wear a warning

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, magical fights and physical fights, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort

“You know why I’m here,” he says simply. “Did you seriously think you wouldn’t have to answer for that? She’s bruised.” A brief flicker of fear passes over the boy’s face as sparks fly out of the end of Sebastian’s wand, but quickly it’s smoothed over with a haughty grin. “So she told you, is that it?” the boy asks. “Poor thing, I should’ve known the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ couldn’t take one fight before running off to her little guard dog.” “You call that a fight?” Sebastian demands. “Looked a little one-sides to me.”

It’s bad enough that Sebastian has gotten used to seeing you confidently wear the collection of scars you’ve accumulated during your time at Hogwarts.

In fact, the very first time he’d met you, he’d noticed the thin scar that runs from your eyebrow down to the middle of your cheek. It’s the first thing that most people notice about you when they first meet you, he assumes, which is frankly an insult to your eyes.

Eventually you told him that your scar had come from an attack you’d withstood back in London – the very attack that brought Professor Fig to you in the first place, and that had resulted in you learning about at Hogwarts. Some of Rockwood’s men had tried to corner you just off Diagon Alley when it had occurred, and while Wiggenweld had been helpful in making sure you didn’t lose your sight in that eye, the swift Diffindo you’d taken to the face would always leave a mark.

You’ve also got a burn on your forearm from a particularly rough round of Cross Wands. Sebastian loathes that he’s responsible for it, even though you insist that you’ve grown to rather like it.

“It’s a badge of honor,” you joke, delighted by his residual guilt. “I’ll always remember that I ended up winning that round, won’t I?”

There are countless others, too: a thin scar by your lip where a particularly aggressive poacher had decked you while wearing an ostentatious ring, a fading mark on your ankle from angry Mongrel’s bite, and a small round burn from the tip of an Ashwinder wand right above your left hip that he’d only once caught a glimpse of.

By now Sebastian has seen just about every mark on you. (Hell, he was there when you got half of them.)

However, that familiarity means he’s quickly able to spot when there’s a new mark on you — especially where one shouldn’t be.

That morning at breakfast, he’s too preoccupied by the lush pile of cinnamon scones in front of him to get a good look at you when he first arrives. Given that he’s simply rubbish at Astrology, he’d been up late charting the stars to prepare for his N.E.W.T.s and had only just arrived near the tail end of the meal.

He’s already shoved half a scone in his mouth before he realizes Ominis is sitting beside you looking grim, one hand gently resting on your shoulder. On your other side, Anne is murmuring quiet reassurances to you while you press a cold compress to the right side of your face.

“It’s not that bad,” Anne says softly. “Just dab some Wiggenweld on it and it won’t even leave a scar.”

“Merlin, what happened to you this time?” Sebastian asks.

Anne shoots him a warning look as you sheepishly lift your head, gently removing the compress to show off an angry red laceration on your cheek. He hisses sharply – that looks like it hurts.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble.

“I’ve got time,” Sebastian says easily.

He hopes he’ll hear another story about how you’d been unable to sleep so you slipped out in the middle of the night to take on a lingering poacher camp, or maybe you’d attempted to sneak one of your baby Graphorns into one of the last remaining dens along the Clagmar Coast and failed to avoid detection.

Instead, you just avert your eyes.

“W-well, I guess it’s not really a story,” you murmur. “I was just running late to breakfast this morning and I, um… tripped, and those stairs are harder than they look.”

Sebastian frowns. You don’t keep many secrets from each other these days, but he can still recognize when you’re not telling the truth. Besides, that rapidly-bruising cut is clearly from a smack to the face, not a tumble down the stairs.

Anne pointedly clears her throat and takes the compress from your hand, tenderly pressing it to your cheek without another word.

When Sebastian looks across to Ominis, he’s surprised to see his friend’s sightless eyes peering back at him purposefully before he subtly shakes his head.

Not many people know that Ominis has quietly been studying Legilimency for several years. It was actually Professor Hecat who had suggested it in the first place, noting that his inability to interpret body language made dueling significantly more dangerous for him. Obviously saw Legilimency as a tactical advantage, but for Ominis, it was something infinitely more nuanced – a form of magic that his family hadn’t tainted, to start.

Indeed, Sebastian is surprised that his closest friend would have invaded your mind without your explicit consent, but he would be the first to admit that if he had such a skill, he would have done the same thing.

A beat later, Sebastian hears his best friend’s voice echo inside his head as he says, She didn’t fall. It was him.

His vision goes red, and his hand is on his wand before he even realizes what he’s doing.

“Bash,” Anne warns as he stands up from the table. “Don’t.”

“W-what are you doing?” you ask quietly, and as you peer up at him, the compress slips down your face.

As soon as he sees your wound again, there’s nothing anyone at that table could possibly say that would stop him from tracking down that sanctimonious Gryffindor prick you’ve been dating for the past few months.

Sebastian had been quite shocked indeed when you’d announced that you had started dating a boy you’d met in Hogsmeade near the start of term. Of course, the shock stemmed from the fact that you were apparently the last of your little quartet to learn that Sebastian was hopelessly in love with you.

You remained ignorant and had let that smooth-talking, arrogant twat into your circle without so much as a second thought, Sebastian had thought bitterly. He’d had to watch miserably as you spent less and less time with your fellow Slytherins in favor of being plied with attention from him and his cacophonous troupe of utter wankers.

Of course, Sebastian knew he was only dating you because you were the “hero of Hogwarts” and not because he actually liked you. He’d tried to tell you that once, and predictably it had gone rather horribly.

(Specifically, you’d hexed him so hard that he’d had to spend the night in the hospital wing because he couldn’t stop belching up flames).

But now it seems like his motives have shifted. He didn’t just want to date you – he wanted to control you.

Maybe you had indeed snuck out the night before, hoping to simply have some time alone with your thoughts while you patrolled for stray camps on your broom. And perhaps when you overslept and arrived late to breakfast, he pulled you aside and said that he was sick of waiting up for you, that it makes him look bad in front of his friends, like you don’t respect him. And maybe for good measure, he’d told you that you may have more powerful magic than him, but he certainly doesn’t need a wand to remind you of your place.

A quick glance at the long Gryffindor table across the room informs Sebastian that your boyfriend is long gone, perhaps anticipating that bruising you like that will come with swift consequences. Ignoring Anne’s protests and Ominis’ gentle warning to stick to legal spells, please, he stomps off toward the Grand Staircase.

Ultimately he tracks down the rotten sod in the Transfiguration courtyard, pompously leaning on the fountain like he doesn’t have a very precise bounty on his head.

“Get up, you feckless git,” Sebastian growls.

He’s already drawn his wand, and the rest of your gutless Gryffindor’s posse quickly scatters several meters away.

“Sallow,” he drawls. “What’s the problem today?”

It’s no secret that Sebastian is not a fan of the boy, though Ominis frequently bends over backward trying to encourage him to be polite for your sake.

“You know why I’m here,” he says simply. “Did you seriously think you wouldn’t have to answer for that? She’s bruised.”

A brief flicker of fear passes over the boy’s face as sparks fly out of the end of Sebastian’s wand, but quickly it’s smoothed over with a haughty grin.

“So she told you, is that it?” the boy asks. “Poor thing, I should’ve known the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ couldn’t take one fight before running off to her little guard dog.”

“You call that a fight?” Sebastian demands. “Looked a little one-sided to me.”

“You and I both know that if she’s wanted to, she could have tossed me into the air and slammed me right into the ground without lifting her wand,” the boy reminds him, standing up from the fountain and slowly reaching for his own wand. “But she knows better.”

Oh, Sebastian is sincerely going to enjoy this, he thinks.

Before the other boy can properly aim at Sebastian, he quickly casts a merciless Depulso at him and sends him skidding into the fountain – but not before crashing into the tranquil Wyvern statue that sits in the middle.

When he emerges, waterlogged and swearing up a storm, he sends a vicious Descendo across the courtyard to Sebastian.

Of course, Sebastian Sallow didn’t earn his title of reigning champion of Cross Wands by being unable to dodge such a simple spell.

The next curse he casts burns hot when it’s expelled from his wand.

“Confringo!” he shouts.

Flames flicker at the edges of your boyfriend’s robes and he yelps, panicked, before clumsily stamping out the fire with his soaked cloak.

Sebastian gives him no time to recover. “Flipendo!”

He goes sailing through the air and lands in the grass at the base of a gnarled tree, his wand abandoned by the fountain.

“You’re pathetic, Sallow,” he taunts. “All this for some whiny little slag?”

All of a sudden there’s a taste in Sebastian’s mouth that sends him reeling. It’s metallic, like blood, and stings a bit like an electric current. He remembers that taste – it precedes an urge he hasn’t felt in years, a spell he swore he’d never let cross his lips ever again. But it’s there, begging to be cast, practically daring him to silence your tormenter permanently.

He stomps over to the spineless, hunched-over prick with his wand drawn, pointed squarely at the boy’s chest.

But then he hears your voice call out, “Bash, stop!”

Both boys turn just in time to see you dash down the stairs into the courtyard, Anne and Ominis on your heels.

“Stop,” you repeat, and Sebastian can see that you’re trembling. “He’s not worth it.”

He murmurs your name, distracted just enough to lower his wand almost imperceptibly. Unfortunately, it’s enough for the boy beneath him to roll out of his aim and pull himself to his feet. Then he swings at Sebastian, disarmed and desperate.

Sebastian tastes very real blood in his mouth this time — his lip has split, he realizes.

Then he laughs, which unsettles just about every onlooker in the courtyard.

“Mate, you can hit me all you’d like,” Sebastian says dryly. “But I haven’t got any compunction about hitting you back.”

For someone who generally agrees with Ominis that wandless violence is uncouth and uninspired, Sebastian packs a mean punch. He hears the twat’s nose break as he collapses to the ground in a heap, evidently knocked out cold.

Anne gasps. Ominis sighs, dissatisfied.

You, however, are completely silent.

“He deserved it,” are the first words out of Sebastian’s mouth.

As he carefully flexes the fingers of his bloodied hand, he adds, “He deserved much worse, actually.

“Sebastian, that’s enough,” Anne hisses. “You won, let’s just drop it.”

He desperately rakes his hand through his messy curls. Once he catches his breath, he carefully approaches you.

You look frozen in place — in fact, you’ve hardly moved a muscle since Sebastian had called out to you.

“I didn’t want you to see that,” he says quietly. “But I meant it. He dared to lay a finger on you, he had to answer for it.”

You nod carefully and barely flinch when Sebastian lifts a finger to trace along your bruised cheek.

“Bash,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” he says quickly, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“I’m sorry you had to handle him,” you say softly. “I wanted to, I would have, I just... At first I wasn’t even sure if it was real. I couldn’t believe that someone who loved me would say things like that to me, or hit me like that.”

Without thinking, Sebastian scoffs and says, “He doesn’t love you, I love you.”

Sebastian didn’t think those bewitching eyes of yours could go any wider, but once again he’s wrong.

“W-what?” you stutter.

“I — I just meant, someone who loves you wouldn’t put their hands on you,” he insists, mentally cursing his own existence. “A-and I’d never hurt you, obviously, so–”

“You love me?” you whisper. “Truly, Bash?”

He’d imagined finally telling you the truth so many times, but none of those scenarios involved Ominis, his twin sister and about forty other students watching with bated breath.

“I mean… yeah,” he laughs softly, deciding to reach for an aloofness that might allow him to maintain a shred of dignity. “Thought it was pretty obvious that I’ve been mad about you for ages.”

But before you can respond, you hear Professor Weasley emerge from her classroom and exclaim, “What in Merlin’s name is all this commotion?!”

You take Sebastian’s hand and start to tug him toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower in hopes of sparing him what would surely be several weeks of detention. The rest of the crowd quickly disperses and offers you much-needed cover; fortunately you’re able to spirit Sebastian away up to the Room of Requirement without being stopped.

“Sit,” you instruct him once inside, gesturing to a small round table with mismatched chairs. “You’re still bleeding.”

Sebastian touches his lip as he takes a seat and discovers that it indeed stings. You return with a rag and a bottle of Wiggenweld, dabbing some onto the cloth and gingerly pressing it to his lip.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“Sebastian,” you say carefully. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, go on,” he agrees.

You stubbornly wait until he meets your gaze before you ask him, “Did it ever occur to you that there might be a simpler way to tell me that you love me than nearly killing my boyfriend in front of half the school?”

He waits a beat before admitting, “Honestly? Not really.”

You smile ruefully and use the rag to wipe away the rest of the blood around Sebastian’s mouth. Once you inspect his wound and confirm that the potion has firmly sealed up where it had split, you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Before you can pull away, he murmurs against your lips, “But he’s not your boyfriend anymore though, right?”

You simply roll your eyes at him and toss the rag against his chest so he can return the favor.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy fic #my fic #mind the tags please there’s some common triggers

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n-evermores · 26 days ago

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#1 Baby, It's Cold Outside

【１２　Ｄａｙｓ　ｏｆ　Ａｌｄｅｎ　Ｐａｒｋｅｒ】

#2 , #3, #4, #5

Pairing: Alden Parker x f!reader (fluff)

Summary: One safehouse, no heater, and one bed. I suppose Parker will have to not only protect you from whoever is trying to kill you, but keep you warm too.

Word Count: 1300+

Warnings: None really, just Parker fighting for his life at the end

A/N: This could have been the smuttiest of smut I've ever written, but I decided to keep it PG. I know...a crime. Anyway, send me your favorite Christmas song or a prompt and I'll add it to my list. My anons are turned back on for those of you who are shy lol.

You wanted to say this was the worst Christmas yet, but honestly it was almost better than going visit your family for the holidays just to have them wonder why you’re not married yet.

“No boyfriend?” Your old aunt would ask.

“I wanna see a ring on that finger next Christmas.” Your uncle would say.

It was frustrating how they assumed you should just be married, yet they didn’t realize must now demanding your job was. Not to mention, how dangerous. The predicament you were in right now was proof of that.

“I’m sorry you have to spend Christmas like this.” Parker said as he poked at the fire. You watched him as he now warmed his hands in front of the flames, garnering all the warmth the wooden hearth had to offer.

You sat in the small armed chair adjacent to the fireplace with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a hot cup of cocoa in your hands. “It’s you I feel bad for. Weren’t you going to spend Christmas with your dad?”

Parker sighed, “Yeah, but he’ll spend it with my sister instead. He’ll be fine.” He noticed you weren’t convinced and he cracked a smile, “Besides, I get to spend Christmas with my favorite agent,” He paused, “Don’t tell the others.”

You chuckled and mimicked a zipping motion across your lips, “Not a word.” You glanced around and your smile faded, “But still. No heat in this cabin? Possible psycho trying to kill me. The stakes are high, unlike the temperature.” You closed the blanket tighter around you as your body shivered.

Parker noticed and swept over to the bed to grab another blanket and walked over to wrap it around you. He lowered himself in front of you to tighten the blanket around your chest and looked up at you through his lashes, “I’m not going to let this guy hurt you. I promise.”

Your eyes gentled on his face and you smiled, “I know. But I can handle myself. This safehouse in the middle of nowhere is unnecessary.”

“He tried to kill you twice. He sent multiple threats to you—“

You cut him off, “I know, I know.” you shook your head dismissively.

“Just let us keep you safe. Let me.” He implored, hazel eyes pleading with you. You relented a sigh before giving a small nod of assent. “Good. Now you’re in my bed.” He said, motioning for you to get up.

“You’re not sleeping in this chair.” You countered, “I’ll take the chair. It's the least I can do.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You take the bed.”

“I don’t think your bones can handle sleeping in this chair all night. How are you going to keep me safe If you’re stiff like the tin man?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you calling me old?”

You felt your cheeks flush and you gave him a wry smile, “If the shoe fits.”

“For that,” He pointed to the door, “You can sleep outside in the snow.”

“But I’ll freeze to death.” You pointed out and Parker rolled his eyes. He grabbed you by the waist and picked you up easily, settling you near the fire without any difficulty. You felt your cheeks flush at the way he handled you.

“Now. You take the bed. I’ll be fine. Besides, the chair is closer to the fire and someone needs to watch it all night.”

You wanted to protest but instead you tossed one of the blankets over to Parker and trudged over to the bed. You didn’t realize how exhausted you were until you felt the soft mattress beneath you. It was late and you could see the moonlight filtering through the window, dust particles dancing in the beam of light. The wind billowed against the old door, the hinges rattling almost hauntingly as snow fell in droves.

You snuggled beneath the blankets and glanced over at Parker in the chair. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He responded softly and you closed your eyes, your body shivering despite the pile of blankets over you.

“I can hear your teeth chattering from over here.” He said suddenly.

“It’s so cold.” You curled into yourself, pulling the covers up to your chin. He didn’t exactly look warm either, and you could tell he was uncomfortable in the chair. “Parker, don’t take this the wrong way or anything. But maybe you should join me.”

He opened his eyes and looked at you through the fire lit room. “You mean sleep in the bed with you?”

“I won’t say a word to the others if you don’t. I’m cold, and you’re cold. Isn’t it like survival 101 or something?”

“If we were to go by the book, we would have to remove our clothing and that is not going to happen.”

You were thankful for the dark because you knew the embarrassment was evident on your face. “Just come sleep in the bed. We’d both be warmer. And less likely to get sick.”

He considered your idea. Finally, he stood and began walking over to you, “Alright, but we keep our clothes on.” He chuckled, making light of the situation as usual.

You laughed before scooting over to give him room, “Deal.” you said as he crawled into the bed with you. He settled in and you turned to face him. It would be a lot more effective if you cuddled, but you didn’t want to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable. He watched you shivering next to him and he reached out to wrap his hands around yours, rubbing them together to keep you warm.

“You’ll warm up soon.”

“Next time my life is being threatened, we’re picking a safehouse with a working heater.”

“Hm, I can agree to that.” Parker said and you instinctively shifted a little closer to him. You could tell he was just as cold, but a lot better at hiding it.

“Parker, I’m really cold. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” You admitted, your hands were the only part of you warming up, and that was because Parker was still rubbing your hands together in his.

You could see his brows crease and his eyes flit over your face as if he was trying to make a decision about something. “We don’t tell a soul about this. They’ll hold it over our heads endlessly.” He said as he pulled you closer. Your breath hitched as his hand gripped your waist and slid you across the small gap between you until you were flush against him. You instantly felt relief as the warmth radiating from him slowly began to warm your insides and you couldn’t help but tangle yourself around him.

He groaned slightly, “Easy.” He chided lightly as you wrapped your leg around his hip in a position that was quite erotic in any other situation.

“Sorry. I’m just so cold.” You apologized, but didn’t regret it one bit. The trembling began to subside, and you felt your insides grow hotter from the contact with his body.

“I know, me too.” He admitted before tightening his arms around you. You buried your face in his neck and clung to him like a koala bear. Honestly you couldn’t deny how good it felt. You couldn’t remember the last time someone held you this way. It was comforting knowing it was Parker of all people. You trusted him with your life, and you knew he would keep you safe in more ways than one.

You could feel his heart pounding inside his chest. It was beating a lot faster than what was considered normal. You lifted your head slightly to look at his face, trying to make sure nothing was amiss. His expression was impassive except for his shaky breathing which seemed to echo throughout the small space.

“Parker, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He replied hoarsely. “Just go to sleep.” He demanded lightly and you buried your face in his chest and closed your eyes.

“Merry Christmas.” You murmured into his grey hoodie.

He didn’t answer at first, but you felt his hand soothe over your hair and a very light kiss placed on top of your head, “Merry Christmas. Y/N.” He whispered, drawing comforting circles into your back.

You were no longer cold. In fact, you felt hot from the almost tantalizing way your bodies touched. If you weren't being chased by a raging lunatic, this Christmas would most definitely be at the top of your list.

#alden parker x reader #alden parker #ncis #ncis x reader #alden parker x female reader #ncis imagine #alden parker imagine #gary cole

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rorywritesjunk · 1 year ago

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I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing.

Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. This is still a bit of fluff, honestly. Also Buggy gets drunk near the end of the chapter. He's also just a bit clingy but we kind of knew that at this point.

A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 12

He didn't want to wait.

Buggy was impatient. You told him it was another two months until you were officially done with your apprenticeship. That was 8 weeks. 60 days. Could he wait that long to ask you to marry him? It wasn't like the two of you were going to get married minutes after he asked, right? So he could ask, give you a ring, and seal the deal. That's all he had to do.

Right now he was sitting in the kitchen after dinner while you fixed his gloves. You said there was something wrong with the stitching with one of them, something you had noticed earlier in the day, and he wasn't going to argue with you since you were the professional with this kind of stuff, not him.

So while you fixed his gloves, he told you about some of his adventures on the sea in recent years, about fighting off more vicious crews, claiming victory, and all the treasure he found. You listened intently as you ran your fingers over the seams of one his gloves while your sewing kit sat untouched on the table.

He didn't need to know it was a little lie to spend more time with him.

“That's amazing, Buggy!” You told him as he finished his latest tale. A small part of you wondered about how true some of what he told you was, but you didn't really care. You liked seeing how animated he became when he spoke, hands gesturing wildly and his expressive face. It was a nice sight to see. “I'm almost done with your gloves.”

“Take your time, babe.” He grinned as he leaned back in his seat, watching as you looked over the gloves. They were both inside out while you checked over the seams of one of them. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm, just wanted to make sure the seams were strong, that's all.” You replied as you finished up. “They should be fine now.”

“What do I owe for this?” Buggy asked, watching as you worked.

You shrugged as you handed them back to him, watching him slide them back onto his hands. “I take lunch dates for payment.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“Don't you have the seas to conquer?” You chuckled. “Aren't you tired of me yet?”

He reached across the table, taking your hands in his own. “Never. I'll never be tired of you. I'm going to marry you so I want to start getting used to seeing you every day.”

You smiled and shook your head as you leaned back in your seat. “Yea, but you still have things to do.”

“I can stick around for another week.” Buggy insisted.

“You're sweet.” You said as you stood up from the table. “If you're sure, I imagine my boss can find more things for you to do around the shop.”

“Do I get paid at least?” Buggy frowned. You went over and gave him a kiss.

“You can share my bed, how about that?” You suggested as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, nodding in agreement. “Good. I know Miss Pins already made a list. She'll appreciate the help.”

Wait, what. He opened his eyes and frowned. “She already has a list? Was this your plan, woo me to stay here and then put me to work?”

“No, no, not at all.” You chuckled. “But if it was, it seemed to work. Now, I’ll let you stay the night again if you want, but if you need to return to your ship I understand.”

He probably should return to his ship, but he didn’t want to be away from you. Now that he knew he was going to marry you, even if he had to wait (he really didn’t want to wait), it was harder for him to spend even an hour away from you. There was still that thought of someone better coming along who would steal you away from him, and he didn’t want to risk that.

“Oh, Buggy, can I ask you something?”

Buggy looked up at you, still leaning against you as you stroked his hair. “Anything.”

“Well, after I’m done here, I’m planning on heading back to visit my parents for a bit. There’s usually a big family reunion.” You told him, twirling locks of his hair around your fingers. “Is that something you’d want to come with me for? I have a big family, so if it’s too much, I understand.”

Wait, meet the family? Was that something he would have to do? “How… big of a family?”

“Big.” You chuckled. “I can’t even count how many cousins I have.”

Honestly, no, it didn't sound like a good time to him but he should at least meet your parents, right? That's what people did. So he nodded, agreeing to this, even if he may end up regretting it.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. “I'll let you know when it happens.”

He begrudgingly did the list of things Miss Pins wanted over the course of a few days before he had to head back to his ship. The only good thing about doing those things was spending more time with you. He needed to do some kind of piracy after being away from the ship for a few days, so you kissed him before saying goodbye, which he was fine with.

Buggy was planning on finding the perfect ring. He didn't want to wait. He would come back with the perfect ring, a bouquet of flowers, and propose, even if you weren't done yet.

It was about three weeks before you saw Buggy again. He came bursting into the shop, throwing the door open before hunching over, panting heavily. You looked up from your work with Benji while Miss Pins stood at the counter. She raised an eyebrow as she gave him a look over.

“Where's the fire, Captain?” She asked as he slumped against the door frame. He managed to glare at her as he started to recover, but you got up and hurried over to him to help him to a chair.

“Buggy, what's wrong?” You asked as Miss Pins went to shut the door. “Why are you running?”

He held up a bouquet of petalless flowers for you, no doubt having been knocked around in the running. You took them from him with a smile while Benji pretended to gag. Then Buggy reached into his pocket and slid down onto his knees in front of you while taking your hand in his.

This was it. He had rehearsed what he had wanted to say as he ran to the shop, but it all left his brain as he looked up at you, feeling the gaze of Miss Pins and Benji on him as you just watched him. He stiffened up, sweating bullets as he stared up at you nervously. Were you going to say yes or was this just a lead up to a cruel joke from you?

“Wait, is he actually proposing to you, Sunny?!” Benji exclaimed. “Ew! Why?”

“Oh shush.” Miss Pins said, crossing her arms as she watched the scene in front of her. “He hasn't actually said anything yet. Sunny, you don't have to say or agree to anything, you know.”

“Just ignore them, Buggy.” You said, shaking your head. “You know my answer, you don't have to actually ask.”

“Y-Yea, but I can't just assume!” Buggy stammered as he held the ring up and you managed not to laugh. The stone on the ring was honestly as big as his nose, but bright blue in color and very, very impractical for you to wear on a daily basis since you used your hands for everything. He cleared his throat and tried to slide the ring onto your finger but it was unfortunately too small for your finger. Buggy looked defeated but you took the ring and pulled him up to his feet.

“The ring is too small.” Benji whispered to Miss Pins.

“He didn't actually say anything.” She muttered. You rolled your eyes at their comments.

“Yes, Buggy, I'll marry you.” You told him; his eyes widened and he stood up straight, glancing over at your boss and associate with a smug look on his face.

“Ha! I didn't even have to ask her.” He said rather proudly. “She accepted without hesitation.”

The two of them rolled their eyes, of course he would say that. You stuck your tongue out at them before turning back to give Buggy a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly before lifting you up and spinning you around excitedly.

“We’re getting married!” He cheered.

“Yes, yes, we are.” You laughed, patting him on the chest to put you down. “I only have a few more weeks, Buggy, then we need to visit my family.”

Oh, right, the family. Your massive family you mentioned. He was going to meet them. No, it would be fine. He wouldn’t let that worry him. He was a pirate captain, that had to impress some of them, right? It would be fine. Just fine. He didn’t need to worry.

You stayed the night with him on the ship. His crew wanted to celebrate their captain’s engagement with a loud party. While Buggy had been shy and flustered back in the shop when he asked, it was different when he was with his crew. He was showing you off, embellishing the story of your engagement, saying how you cried (you didn’t), how his speech wooed you (he didn’t say a word), and that you said you couldn’t wait to marry him (you didn’t say that but you did want to marry him). He was proud of the ring he stole and found a chain to string it on so you could wear it so it would deter others from chasing after you in the coming weeks.

It was fun, you had just one drink while Buggy got himself pretty drunk. It was past midnight when you finally convinced him to go to bed, and you ignored how red in the face he got when you said that, his drunken brain misinterpreting your words again when you led him to his room and helped him take his coat and shoes off.

“D-Dontcha wanna wait til the h-honeymoon?” He slurred. You rolled your eyes before draping his coat over the back of a chair and setting his shoes beside it. “I-I mean, I’m good, I’m up for anything.”

“You need to sleep, Captain Buggy.” You told him as you took his bandana off next, helping shake his hair loose from being tucked under it for most of the day. “We aren’t having sex, okay?”

“Oh.” He frowned up at you, swaying a bit as he sat on the bed. “You wanna though, right? I don’t… my body doesn’t gross you out, does it?”

“It doesn’t, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled the covers back on his bed. He rubbed his face and squinted in your direction.

“Are… are you staying the night?” Buggy asked. You sighed softly and nodded, smiling at him as you took your own shoes off before climbing into bed. His eyes lit up when you did that and he scrambled under the covers to latch onto you once you were under the blankets. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You told him, kissing him on the forehead as he snuggled up against you, his head resting on your chest as your arms went around him. “I need to get used to it since I’m marrying you.”

He glanced up at you, face red as he smiled brightly. “You are, aren’t you! I’m marrying you and you’re gonna marry me and I’m gonna be the happiest man ever!”

This was a different drunk Buggy from the one you encountered on his birthday, and it was nice seeing him so happy, even if it was influenced by alcohol. You just stroked his cheek, smiling as he nestled his face against you as he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he was asleep, snoring loudly. And tomorrow you would wake up before him, fix him breakfast, and start your day back at the shop. It was only a few more weeks before you would be done, and it was a little sad and kind of scary, but you were excited to be moving onto a new chapter of your life with Buggy.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #sunny x buggy #one piece #one piece oc #one piece fanfiction

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stadiumbleachers · 2 years ago

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match and spark

firefighter!izogie x black!fem!reader

summary: izogie is serious about fire safety in every way that matters, but for her wife she doesn't mind a little spark

content: explicit language, tribbing, oral (Izogie receiving), fingering (izogie receiving), nipple sucking

note: thanks for 200 followers, I will be dropping a riri fic soon

word count: 2k

Clipping the last bit of thorns from the bundle of twenty-four roses, you sighed contentedly. The array of red and yellow roses were your last order before lunch, and you were grateful for the break. It was the week before valentine’s day and the signature bud was in high demand.

“Thank you for coming, enjoy” you gave your ‘customer service’ smile as you handed over the bouquet.

“Thank you” he nodded politely and made his way out

The bell above the door tinkled as he stepped out of the flower shop and you quickly followed his path to lock the front door and put up a ‘OUT FOR LUNCH’ sign in the glass.

Pivoting on the heels of your Jordans, you took in the sight of the shop, stopping for the first time in hours to breathe in the earthy aroma around you. You walked along the displays, picking up stray petals or leaves that fell to the pristinely polished floor.

A lavender bloom caught your eye . On the round table in the center of the room were lavender flowers, the exact type you held in your shaking hands as you walked down the aisle to the love of your life. Though that was nearly two years ago, the diamond ring she gave you that day shone brilliantly against your brown skin.

While you were busy daydreaming, the harsh ring of the shop’s landline broke you from your reverie.

You made your way over to the front desk and tucked your rope twists behind your ear to hold the phone to it.

“The Bloom Room is closed for lunch but you can order anytime on our website-” you started before the person interrupted you

“I don’t think what I want is on the website”

A smile took over your face at the rich sound of your wife’s voice

“Z, why are you calling on my work phone? I thought your shift wasn��t over until three”

Subconsciously, you bit your lip awaiting her response. No matter how long you were together, talking to Izogie made your chest erupt with warmth

“I got relieved early so I’m here to take you to lunch” she confessed to you

You crossed the small room to the side window that looked out on the parking lot and sure enough there was her car parked close enough that you knew she could see you.

“Hmmm, I don’t know I already made plans” you teased her, pursing your perfectly glossed lips

“Well…cancel them…please?” she pleaded, her voice sounding much more innocent than she really was.

You couldn’t see her through the possibly illegal tint on her car but you just knew she was pouting with her thick brows pushed together

When you made no move for the door, she tried again

“Please baby? We’ll get your favorite lunch and you can control the music”

“If you promise to keep it PG,” you giggled into the phone, “I have a customer coming in at two and I need to be back in time”

“Pinky promise, love” she agreed, voice suspiciously sincere

............

Izogie took a familiar route to a clearing that overlooked a lake, bumping her head to partynextdoor playing from your phone through the AUX. In your lap you held the take out boxes from your favorite local Jamaican restaurant. Pulling into her usual spot, Izogie admired you while you scrolled on your phone for a podcast to listen to while you ate.

You could feel her eyes burning into you

“What?”

“You’re pretty” she said easily, as it if it were the most obvious thing in the world

“You’re pretty,” you told her leaning over the center console to kiss her softly. When you pulled back her lips were shinier than before, “Now let’s eat”

Once Izogie knew you were full and satisfied with your meal, she somehow convinced you to climb into the spacious back seats of her SUV, where she promptly broke her promise.

You tried to be strong, really you did, but when you first slid into the passenger seat, she was wearing her fire department shirt with the sleeves cut off to expose her sculpted arms. That combined with the fresh trim around the sides of her head, was enough to crumble your resolve.

“You smell so good, princess” she rubbed her face into your neck, drawing in deep breaths while her hands caressed your waist under your shirt.

“Zo” you squirmed and playfully tried to push her away, while she kissed down your sensitive neck.

She mouthed at your collarbone, one agile hand coming up to cup you through your bra. Your nipple pebbled at the attention and you arched your back and whined, wanting more. Slowly, painstakingly so, Izogie lifted her mouth from its journey to your chest so she could look you in your eyes.

“Want me to stop?” she asked, her hand still rubbing gently on the fullness of your breast

You shook your head. Who could be bothered with words at a time like this?

“Then stop whining. I’m gonna take care of you. You believe me, yeah?”

The pulsing between your legs sure as hell did

“Mhmm” you managed. You fisted a hand in the front of her shirt and brought her lips crashing down to yours. Your teeth clanged together briefly before you found the right rhythm, your tongue lapping softly and persistently against hers. Lying back on the leather seats, you pulled her on top of, spreading your legs to give her space.

You panted for air when Izogie moved back to kissing down your chest. Her expert hand reached behind you to open your bra with one hand and you helped her throw it aside to reveal your nipples to her hungry gaze.

Her warm tongue worked over one bud while the rough palm of her hand rolled the other, hot sparks of pleasure shot up your body and escaped through your voice as you moaned wantonly.

Izogie pulled off with a wet pop to torment the other nipple and you made quick work of her own shirt. She kept going, sucking like a starved thing, drawing cries from your lips.

“Ngh…I need…ride me baby” you tried to tell her, arching your back up for more and more

Her hooded eyes regarded you and she let your breast fall from her mouth, but what she said next had you laughing in pure shock

“I was on top last time, it’s your turn lazy ass” she patted the side of your clothed thighs and helped you into a sitting position

“How about who gets naked first gets to lay down?” you proposed, your core still persistently wet at the sight of your wife topless

“Alright, bet”

The firefighter cackled loudly at the sight of you both rushing to tear of you remaining clothes and you laughed at the absurdity of what you were about to do with a random true crime podcast playing in the background

Izogie won and she grinned at you like a Cheshire cat. She laid back with her hands behind her head while you took your time crawling on top of her. You peppered kisses down her toned stomach, stopping to dip your tongue into her belly button. She hissed and tensed up.

With a hand behind each knee you helped her spread her legs, exposing her deliciously wet cunt to you

“Oh babe, you’re all wet. Here let me clean you up” you feigned concern, swooping down to lap at her pussy while being extra careful to avoid that sensitive bundle of nerves

She ground her hips up, chasing your affection. You kept at it, persistently working her up before finally- rubbing slow circles round her clit. She groaned and arched her back even more. The air inside the vehicle was thick with the heady scent of her arousal, you wish you could bottle that scent.

“Oh..oh..oh” she rasped beneath your wicked mouth as it worked her closer and closer to the edge. You sucked feverishly on her clit to put her out of her misery, and worked one finger into her tight heat.

“Greedy little thing, isn’t it?” your voice was muffled but she heard you clearly enough as her walls clenched and she moaned even louder.

“Shut up and fuck me” she panted, only half meaning it. You both knew she loved when you talked to her like this. You got right back to work and gave her another finger to fuck herself on. The languid thrusts of her hips became more sporadic as you stiffened your tongue and turned your head side to side giving her something hard to rub her perfect little clit unto. The slick of her arousal was all over your face, even in your nostrils with how eagerly you were eating her out.

That only lasted for a minute because as soon as you felt her toppling dangerously towards the edge, you pulled out. She whined, bucking her core up to nothing in a brattish effort to get you to continue.

“So you don’t want me to ride you?” you asked, running a finger up and down her quivering slit

“Mhmm” she grabbed your hips to pull you onto her, throwing you off balance which forced you to grab the headrest

Somehow you managed to maneuver your limbs in the small space. You lifted one of Izogie’s legs to place it on one shoulder and it bent easily. You hooked your thigh over her other leg, slotting your cores together perfectly.

The wetness and warmth of both your arousals wracked viciously through every nerve ending in your body. You were hungry for release, on fire with it

“You love my pussy on you, huh?” you panted. From this angle you admired the way your slightly different shades of melanin complimented each other

“I love it baby,” she grabbed two handfuls of your ass as you grinded down on her, chasing the sweet sensation, “whose is it?”

You didn’t answer

A hand came down on your ass in a stinging slap that had your hips stuttering. You whimpered pathetically. The pain only egging you on . You continue rolling your hips to the beat of the blood rushing in your ears, or perhaps the sound of your wife gasping from her own pleasure

“Answer me” Izogie demanded, she reached her hands up to pinch and twist at your nipples. Then sooth them with the pads of her thumbs

Her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her toes curled from their position beside your head. She was almost there. Your hips burned from being up here so long but you would never give her the satisfaction of knowing that

“I-” your vision was getting blurry, the air thick with the scent of sex in the car. The car rocked gently side to side in time with your thrusts

You opened your mouth to speak again and Izogie took two naughty fingers to slip between you and pinch your already over stimulated clit

“Th-This is your pussy, I won’t give your shit away, it’s yours, oh fuck, fuck!” you babbled away as your breasts bounced with each sporadic bounce as you rode her to your climax

“Ah-” Izogie’s mouth hung open as her release hit her like a train. Her leg fell limp against you and her back relaxed into the seat for the first time since you started touching her. Her chest pumped up and down identically to yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

Smiling like an idiot you lay down on top of her, though your knee groaned at you for keeping it locked in that position for so long.

With your head on her chest, Izogie stroked your hair with a tenderness she didn’t use for your ass which still tingled.

“My love”

“Yeah?” your mumbled into her neck

“I think I may or may not have made you late…"

#izogie x reader #izogie x black!reader #strong and hot oh yeah baby

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mysticfoxdesigns · 1 year ago

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✨Welcome to my Blog✨

⚠️Warning⚠️: This blog is rated PG-16, this is your only warning

🌆Table of Contents🌆

💜Introduction💜

💖Links💖

📚Fanfic List📚

🌛Side Blogs🌜

☄️Art Status☄️

🪻Repost Info🪻

🌠Projects🌠

🌟Tags🌟

🌌Asks Rules🌌

🎧Spotify Playlists🎧

💟Reminders💟

This blog is a safe space for queer, POC, disabled, and anyone who doesn't fit into social norms. I WILL NOT TOLERATE BIGOTRY AND FASCISM ON THIS BLOG. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY!!!

🇵🇸This blog supports Palestine🇵🇸

💜Introduction💜

Get to know me a bit better!

Name: Mystic/Kate

Pronouns: she/they

Sexuality: Aromantic Lesbian

Age: 20

Favorite Colors: purple (duh), green, black

Favorite Animals: foxes, siphonophores, sharks, frogs

Special Interests: marine biology, WW2, Transformers, Octonauts, Riot Grrrl movement

Contact: [email protected]

My CAARD

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Youtube

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Twitter (rarely use)

📚Fanfic Links📚

All of my fanfics that I have posted to AO3. Some have been cross posted to my old Wattpad account, but I rarely use that anymore. You do need an AO3 account to view all of my works unfortunately. Due to the AI bs, I have locked all of my fanfics.

Visiting Home (Octonauts)

My Hero ANGST-ademia (BNHA)

The Black Ring Promise (BNHA)

This Was a Mistake (BNHA)

The Window is Frosted Over: Until it Breaks (BNHA)

The Color Court Returns (MLB)

Cyberaligned Continuity (Transformers)

🌛Side Blogs🌜

All of my sideblogs here on Tumblr

@thearomanticautistic (personal blog)

@tf-cyberaligned (fan continuity blog

@turbofox-zines (my zine account)

@mythofthemountainscomic (my original comic, blog is still a wip)

☄️Art Status☄️

What I have open or closed artwise

Commissions: OPEN (PFP commissions) (Main Commissions)

Art Trades: Mutuals Only

Art Requests: CLOSED (refer to Asks Rules for rules on requests)

🪻Repost Info🪻

My rules on reposts

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Past and present creative projects I am working on

Myth of the Mountains (present, on hold)

BNHA Whump Bang 2023 (finished)

TF Cyberaligned (present, WIP)

TFRB and RBA Zine (finished)

The Color Court Returns (present, on hold)

TFP x Octonauts (present, WIP)

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#mystic chaos

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#tccr updates

Updates about The Color Court Returns

#cyberaligned continuity

#cyberaligned lore

#cyberaligned designs

Anything dealing with my TF continuity Cyberaligned

#octonauts

All octonauts related posts

#reblog from side blog

Reblogs from any of my side blogs

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Keep it PG-14. Minors follow my account, and while some suggestive stuff is allowed, don't be too graphic about it.

No hate speech, bigotry, or fascism. You'll just be blocked

Don't come in here demanding I update a fic, that will just make me NOT want to write for it anymore.

Art requests MUST BE SFW!! I will not do NSFW art requests.

Questions about any of my projects are always welcomed!

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The long playlist my friends hate seeing

My friends told me to make a shorter playlist so here we are

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Tenya Iida Kinning Hours

CyberAligned Background

Robot Regicide vibes

💟Reminders💟

Some things to keep in mind.

I am disabled. I am an autistic person, so sometimes I won't always get what you mean when sending messages. If it feels like the tone can be confusing, please use tone tags. Also don't be afraid to be direct with me, it's the only way I will get what you are trying to say.

I have many other mental disorders as well that I will not go into. Joking about them is one of the ways I cope, so be warned that dark humor is my kind of humor. This is why my blog is rated PG-16, I am not going to shy away from what I deal with on a day to day basis. Torturing my favorite characters is another way I cope, sorry my blue boys, and many of my posts may be more mature cause of this.

#Spotify #mysticfox rambles #mystic chaos #blog intro #artist intro #artists on tumblr #queer artist #queer writers #disabled artist #disabled writer #actually autistic #autistic adult #autistic artist #autistic writer #ao3 author #mysticfox art

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bigtimesinsmallspaces · 9 months ago

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Total Eclipse of the Trip

There are a lot of lessons to be learned when you book a train trip that spans 12 plus days, 6000 miles, and a lifetime of dreams. There are routes, maps, and timetables to study, and then it is cobbled together with towns, sights, and special interests along the way. Back in January PG had her double screen home office displaying Amtrak maps as we began piecing together, bit by bit, the dream trip, leaving time for connections and considering the optimum direction for each train, as well as daylight hours for the most scenic sections. Why go through the Sierras in the dark? And if you do have to make a connection, it’s best to do it where you don’t mind hanging a bit, just in case you miss that connection and are stuck there for hours (days). Much of this I learned from hours of study on the Amtrak Facebook pages (sad stories of families stranded in Idaho after rock slides and other such bring my dream down a notch why don’t ya stories). So I learned early that there were going to be glitches over the course of these 6000 miles and I was poised to pivot with aplomb—extra night here, a layover there, I had backup plans for every step of the way. However, I was NOT prepared to pivot before we even began.

That’s right. There we are getting on the train in Philly, headed to DC and from there on the overnight train to Chicago, where on Monday we would board the king of all trains, the whisperer of the wind, the Amtrak flagship—the amazing California Zephyr. Hearts pounding with excitement we step on that train and as the doors close I hear my phone ringing. With a quick dismissal upon seeing an 800 number I assure PG it is just the Red Cross in pursuit of my blood.

Well with that buildup you probably guessed that my blood is not really in that much demand. Indeed that was Mrs. Amtrak calling to put a cabash on our 3000 hours of planning and 6900 miles of traveling. The California Zephyr was CANCELLED for Monday due to high winds. High winds? A train can’t go through high winds? I can ride my BIKE on the beach in high winds. I am incensed. But Mrs. Amtrak insists that safety is her concern and apparently she considers 90 MPH winds to be beyond high, and in fact she thinks they are very very high, and she does not care about our 3000 hours of planning or disappointment. We can have a refund. A REFUND? There is no amount of money that will convince us to pack up and go home. Without delving into the minutia of details for how to rearrange 6000 miles, start to finish, suffice it to say Philly Girl went to work on her computer, and with the help of multiple Amtrak agents in person and on the phone, and in person agents on the phone with other agents, we flipped our trip upside down and backwards, first on to Montana, then back to Chicago on the Zephyr at the end of our trip (hopefully the winds have died down by next week).

So right now we are in 93% eclipse Chicago on this beautiful, sunny, warm spring day after a beautiful overnight ride. Did we sleep? Sort of. More on some of the logistics later. But it sure was a beautiful ride through beautiful Harper’s Ferry, WV, Pittsburgh, Sandusky (Hello Will and Missy), and into Chicago this morning.

Chicago Union Station is amazing. Built in 1925, it covers many city blocks and features beautiful design and art. We cashed in some Guest Reward points to gain access to the Metropolitan Lounge. This is a game changer on long trips offering an array of snacks, coffee, a marvelous shower (yes a shower, did you think there would be no showers?), and best of all, a place to stash our luggage while we explored Chicago and experienced the amazing eclipse as well as an amazing lunch. If you ever take the train to Chicago know that the station is a joy and is located in a beautiful area with lots to do and see in walking distance.

We’re getting ready to board the Empire Builder headed west now. While the trip we had planned got eclipsed, we’re taking it all as a sign to make the most of whatever surprises come next.

#trains #amtrak #california zephyr #train #empire builder

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tonyschiavonesearring · 9 months ago

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I saw this clip where Cena says Reigns is the GOAT because he's the most cinematic wrestling character ever. These docs are just promotional and WWE vets will say whatever the company needs them to say, but it really made me ask where does Reigns rank. I see Cena's point. Reigns is the most realistic and multi-dimensional wrestling character in a long, long time. Better yet, he demands anyone who works a program with him to be as realistic and serious as they can be.

But while I've been a Reigns fan since his NXT days, he has his weaknesses. I know he can talk. Find one of his heel promos from NXT and you'll hear talk better than he ever has in WWE's main roster. But his character has evolved into a guy who rarely speaks and uses a manager. And he's solid on the mic but never dropped a real powerful mic performance IMO, excluding the time he revealed he had leukemia.

But he makes up for it with some of the in-ring talking and acting he's done, especially feuding with Jey Uso and Sami Zayn. He's excellent in those segments and even powerful when he's trash talking in the ring. He's really popularized that in this era. No one was talking during matches and now everyone does it.

And he's not the in-ring performer he was just a few years ago. Catching COVID really made him a looooot slower and thats when his matches became infrequent and his physique declined. He can't train as hard and his stamina and strength are gone. But his matches have been great still because his psychology is excellent and his timing is so... dramatic. He really is one of the greats, especially at the main event level.

I'd put Reigns above the cliche "GOAT" wrestlers like Shawn Michaels, Undertaker, Ric Flair. Reigns is better than CM Punk's heyday too. But better than The Rock, Steve Austin and Hogan? I think he's just an inch below their level. You know who Reigns feels equal to? Sting. Also, Reigns reminds me a looooot of Raven. Scott Steiner too. And Scott Hall. Reigns is more like a WCW wrestler than an Attitude Era guy. But there are guys better than them. Randy Savage, easily. Misawa. Chris Benoit. Kurt Angle. And maybe John Cena. I hated Cena when I was younger, but now I respect him so much. He really played a tough part well and eventually became an incredible worker who made stars out of lots of guys... and gals. He could cut some great, emotional promos too. It means a lot if a guy can be great when its PG and the locker room is thin. Time has proven that Cena was just better than CM Punk.

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#roman reigns #john cena #cm punk #wwe #pro wrestling #wrestlemania #Youtube

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petrikaira · 1 year ago

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The Butler

Chapter 10: Butlers Trial

Pg 5 (Previous, Next) Rating: T For teen

utler turned towards her. He placed his hand on his chest, claws digging into the blue cloth. She would know he was lying. He wanted to trust her. “Yes, my queen. I did promise them a brood, and so I gave them two chicks, hatched at the same time.”

Queen Aikaterine tilted her head. He wasn’t sure he enjoyed the way her red eyes were focused on him, how she stared without blinking or emoting. “Chicks. For the records, of what type?”

“My lady?” Butler asked, slowly. He wasn’t sure where she was going with this.

“Of chicks.”

Butler blinked, holding back his bewilderment. “I- am not certain what type, my lady. Chickens?”

Queen Aikaterine kept her stare level for a moment, then she nodded once. “Let the record show it is as our Butler has been accused. He promised a brood and gave a brood.”

There was a soft murmur from the five fae of the jury. It sounded as confused as Butler felt, but he suspected he knew where this was going. A demon was only as good as his word, and he was no liar. He had never been a liar. He had given a brood.

“And so you admit it?” Queen Liita demanded, hot and burning from across the clearing.

Butler turned to her now, and watched her leaning hard over the edge of the tree, her blue glow almost blinding. Her blunt fingers digging into her husband, and the tree. He could see the tips turning an angry shade of green. “I do, your Highness. I do and I have before.”

“Before?” Queen Aikaterine chimed in.

Butler did not turn. He felt he would make himself sick if he kept correcting courses to look at each royal in turn this way. “I was put on trial for this crime before, my lady,” he said. “And I was punished for it once already.”

A demon court did not look to punish twice, he knew. Fae court looked for the punishments to be exacting.

“Is this so?” Queen Aikaterine asked.

“It is so,” King Mifispectuus replied. “We gave him one of his promised punishments, for he tricked us and we needed something to punish at the time and something fitting to get our dues later.”

Now, the murmuring was coming from both sides of the jury. Butler wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but he swore the fae side sounded angrier than the demon side. There was far more buzzing, like a group of bees whose honey was being stolen right from under their noses.

“What I want to know, is why?” Queen Liita said, her voice ringing over the murmurs of the jury. It was impassioned and drawn. “We invited you in. Gave you a job, a home. And all we asked in return is a good work ethic, and if you could get us children. You said yes. And you did not.”

“I would also like to know your reasoning,” Queen Aikaterine chimed in, her voice cool and calm and just as loud over the din.

Butler’s mind raced. His eyes settled on the King and Queen of the fae, their delicate and long frames, and their pretty lips. Their glow and their eyes. His mouth formed the words before he had truly thought them himself.

“I was jealous, your Majesties,” Butler said. “I wanted to be the one to give them children.”

(Previous, Next)

#the butler #writing #writeblr #creative writing #ch 10 #pg 5 #hell yeah i do like this part

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fancoloredglasses · 1 year ago

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[RERUN] FLASH! AH-AHHHHHHHHH! (part 2)

[All images are owned by Universal Pictures and King Features Syndicate. Please don’t sue me]

PREVIOUSLY ON...

Disgraced NASA scientist Hans Zarkov has kidnapped NY Jets quarterback Flash Gordon and travel agent Dale Arden in an attempt to save the Earth from an alien attack that will crash the moon into the Earth in (by Zarkov’s estimate) 11 days. The three are in a space capsule hurtling toward a mysterious vortex.

Now, on with the story...

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(Thanks to Queen)

As the capsule is swallowed by the vortex, an Imperial monitoring agent spots the capsule amid the multitudes of matte paintings the capsule is passing through.

After Klytus is informed, he tells the agent to remotely land the capsule. Flash is the first to awaken after the landing and leaves the capsule to encounter a welcoming committee. Flash attempts a peaceful greeting, but is quickly subdued.

As they are escorted into Ming’s palace, Zarkov thinks their captors can be reasoned with.

Then their escort-bot disintegrates someone trying to flee the palace. Zarkov assures them that he’s still armed...

...until their escort-bot disintegrates the gun too.

The three and their escort-bot enter Ming’s audience chamber. Apparently it’s tribute day, as representatives of every kingdom within Ming’s empire are present...

...and it’s obvious the kingdoms do not like one another.

Then Ming enters to universal praise (almost as if it was rehearsed under pain of death) and the tributes begin...

...as Prince Vultan offers a priceless jewel seized from the ice kingdom of Frigia.

Then Prince Barin and his contingent arrive, claiming that his people seized the jewel for the tribute (maybe so, but Vultan then seized it from Barin, right?). Combat nearly ensues until Klytus puts a stop to it under pain of death (You know, they were about to kill each other, so I’m not sure why they stopped...)

Next up we have Prince Thun of Ardentia who, thanks to Ming destroying his kingdom, has nothing to offer but platitudes...

...so Ming kills him.

Flash remarks on Ming’s ruthlessness, which is immediately broadcast by the escort-bot. Congratulations Flash, you now have Ming’s undivided attention. Zarkov explains why they’re here, and Ming dismisses his offers of peace by calling Earth pathetic.

He then hits Dale with what I can only guess is a seduction beam, but since this is a PG film, we get a fully-clothed strip show. Yeah, I have no clue either. Ming remarks of how erotic Dale is, and Klytus agrees.

Wait, WHAT THE FUCK?! Ming turned that beam on his own daughter? Incestuous much?

Anyway, after returning to the movie after bleaching my brain to get that image out, Ming orders his guards to take Dale to his boudoir (presumably so he can use the R-rated setting on his beam)

but Flash ain’t having it.

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OK, it was fun while it lasted (and I’m surprised Ming let it go on at all, let alone as long as it did), but now down to business (and I mean dealing with Flash and Zarkov, not...whatever he intends to do with Dale. Hopefully he doesn’t make her call him “Daddy” shudder) Klytus takes possession of Zarkov, but Aura wants a new plaything.

(even though she’s apparently having a thing with Barin...maybe Barin won’t let her call him “Daddy”? I swear, sometimes the jokes write themselves!) However, Ming prefers to just have him executed later that evening.

We now cut to Ming’s dungeon where Flash demands to see Dale. Klytus complies, and we get a touching scene before Flash is brought to his death...

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CAN Dale and Zarkov SAVE THE EARTH?

WILL Ming get to use the NC-17 SETTING on his ring? (of course not! this is 1980; NC-17 isn’t a thing yet!)

WHY is the title of the film Flash Gordon if they KILLED HIM OFF 38 minutes into a nearly 2 HOUR movie?

These and other questions will be answered in PART THREE of...

(Thanks to Lego Dimensions Fandom)

#flash gordon #sam j jones #max von sydow #timothy dalton #Brian Blessed #music by queen #i hate reruns #Fan Colored Glasses

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sg-artem · 3 years ago

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I am back for another rant. VICTOR'S NEW DATES ARE ON FIRE. What are they feeding these writers 😭😭 Thank you for giving me something so amazing to read after a really long day from school. 😭🥺��🏻

Firstly, his VA and the bgm are MWUAH *chef's kiss* especially at the proposal part all of it fit together so well. I actually cried from how heartwarming and how good that scene was NDBDJEBDSK (Victor why do I need to cry everytime I read about you)

Second, it was so cute how there were parallels to all of the past things they've done before. It's like PG is going full circl on everything AND IM HERE FOR IT. Every date and interaction seems more meaningful since they keep remembering and cherishing all those small moments together 😭😭

Third, if we compare their relationship from their first kiss date to now you can really see their growth AND IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE. They both have their ups and downs and we see and acknowledge that but the fact that they stick together and keep repeating that they want to spend the rest of their lives together shows just how much they love each other.

Fourth, THE FREAKING CALL AND THE THINGS VICTOR SAY ARE UNREAL. (I'll never find a guy like him irl and it hurts) The way he keeps saying that his chosen one and the only one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. CAN I JUST 😭😭😭😭😭 I love that he's so honest and vocal about these things. The validation of both of their feelings just had me like 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Lastly, PG THIS BETTER BE IT LIKE JUST GIVE THEM THE RINGS PLS. I don't think my heart can handle a grander proposal and I don't want one too. The way they did it was PERFECT and it fit them so well. They were on a bike and it happened like WHAT BUT I wouldn't change it for the world. The setting and the way he just asks to marry her says so much on their love. They don't need anything grand for them EACH OTHER IS AND WILL BE ENOUGH 😭😭😭😭

This date was great and I don't think I'll recover for a long time 🥲 Now I just need to see a continuation from main story so that my heart can rest in peace 😭 Thank you so much for translating!! 💕💕💕 You're the best (๑・ω-)～♥”

[CN] Victor’s Remainder of One’s Life Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 余生之约 , that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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#victor just raised my standard for men AGAIN #mlqc victor #mr love victor #mlqc spoiler #mlqc cn #Help me the proposal was too much for my heart #PG I DEMAND TO SEE THE RINGS

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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I Pick a Tail Number and We Could Be Tourists

part eleven | masterlist | part thirteen

Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x Megumi Fushiguro

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: University AU, all characters aged up. Two people who don’t really like each other stranded in a coastal town, what can go wrong :p Warnings: 18+, alcohol consumption, arguing, name calling, strong language lmao, PG chapter tbh! Words: 9.2k

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Yuuji Itadori for nine months. He’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he cares for you deeply and he’s amazing in the sack. When new boy Megumi moves to town and joins your art course, you are shocked to discover he isn’t the quiet introvert you suspected him to be.

Megumi didn’t wait for you as he re-entered the aquarium and you had to work double time to keep up with his brisk strides. He said that you should go inside together so you could figure out this mess you found yourselves in; and yet it sure feels like he’s trying to leave you behind. He only slows down when he starts to text, which of course, piques your interest. It’s probably his dad or his sister, letting them know what happened and asking for a ride. He comes to a complete stop as you arrive at the café. Megumi pulls out a chair, he intended it to be for himself, but when he looked up and noticed your worried gaze, he gestured it to you and took another seat.

You must look terrified if even Megumi is showing you that much kindness.

“Are you texting Toji?” you ask him, and he scoffs immediately.

“No? Why would I?”

“Go on then.” he challenges, moodily. He crosses a leg over his knee and slouches more in his seat, avoiding eye contact with you as he proceeds to play on his phone and ignore the gravity of the situation you’ve found yourself in. You tut, quickly finding Toji’s name in your contacts and dialling.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“What did he do?” he huffs, answering the phone sounding a little out of breath.

“N-Nothing, Toji. Well he, I guess he—“

“What? What’s going on, princess?”

“He’s been fine. But, uh, we missed the bus home.”

“Was it his fault?”

“W-Well, umm…”

“Technically…”

“Put him on.”

“But—”

“Put him on the phone right now.”

He’s never spoken to you like that before. It was a condensed version of how you hear him address Megumi. You quickly hand the phone to his son and hear a quiet ‘for fuck sake’ under his breath as he presses your phone to his ear. He looks cute, you think, with a pink love heart phone case on the side of his head. With this and the colouring book, you’re starting to think he’s not all bad. Maybe he even has a softer side. He at least has a sort of nice side if today is anything to go by. You’re brought out of your soft ideation as you see a vein bulge against Megumi’s temple and his teeth grit whilst his father screams bloody murder at him down the phone. Even without speaker phone turned on, you can still hear him.

“I mean no, shithead. I’ll talk to you about it later, I can’t get you though. I’m sorry, kid. Tsumiki is at work too so she can’t.” Toji tells him. Megumi sighs and shakes his head in your direction. It’s odd, you think, considering Toji said he’d drop anything and everything to rescue you if needed be. But you suppose things happen, life gets in the way, it can’t be helped. You know he would if he could. “Give her the phone back.”

He does, holding it out for you to take. He gets up, trudging towards the barista to avoid listening to whatever his father is going to say to you.

“I’m so so sorry I can’t come get you baby. You’re a credit card kid though, right? I’ll be able to wire you the money tomorrow if you wanna get a cab back. It’s only fair I fucking pay since it’s my dumb kids fault.”

“Yeah, maybe.” he responds, “I know it isn’t ideal but… if there’s no one else, maybe you could book a hotel room for the night or something?”

“N-No, princess, wait—!”

“Bye Toji!” you hang up, albeit a little guiltily. But you waste no time searching your contacts for Gojo.

“Thanks. Did you know banana is my favourite or was it a guess?”

“Didn’t think you’d need me today so I’m out of town. How about your favourite Papaguro?” he taunts.

“He can’t. I don’t know what he’s doing but he said he can’t.” you tell him, coldly, hoping your tone of voice will quell his curiosity and put an end to his teasing.

“Oh really? How interesting. Let me talk to Megumi—”

“Goodbye, Gojo.” you cut him off before he can continue anymore. Your blood is boiling, but you manage to relax as you see a stream of texts from Toji begging you not to call Gojo. Oops.

“Right. But this isn’t like school, we’re adults. It’s university. So they don’t fuck around when it comes to this stuff, I guess.” you respond. He shakes his head though, disregarding your statement.

“Unless?”

“Guess what that useless excuse for an educator just told me.” Megumi smirked. You shook your head, giving up on his little game before you’d even begun. You saw his eyes roll over white before he leaned in closer to you across the table, his chest almost spilling his milkshake over. “Apparently I sent a text to those stupid ugly girls telling them that we caught a ride home from Toji. And that idiot believed them.”

“Did you?”

“What?”

“Did you text them, Megumi? Because this seems like something you’d definitely do to try and fuck with me.”

“Don’t be dense. I’m not fucking with you anymore, am I? If I was fucking with you I would have left you here alone.” he assured you. You nodded, finding his explanation believable enough to dispel any doubt. You’re at least glad he isn’t angry with you for doubting him; he’s given you more than enough reasons to, after all. “How was your call with Gojo?”

Keep it together. Don’t let him see you cry.

“Call your parents.” Megumi demands.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no. I’m not fucking talking to them and you’re not going to bully me into doing it. Especially after what you just said. I cannot believe I thought—”

“He’s smart sometimes, I’ll give him that. Why did you say no?”

You can’t.

You just can’t.

You pull your laptop out of your bag and connect with the hotspot on your phone. Megumi is squinting incredulously. As if you’re the type to come up with evil plots and schemes.

“This one’s fully booked, give me the last one.” he demands, you turn your screen for him to see and he attempts the next number.

“Oh hello, I was wondering if you had any rooms available for—”

“No rooms.”

Fuck.

“Nice one, O’Keeffe. And you’re putting it in my name so Toji has to pay, real smart. At least we’ll have our rooms for the night and we can get some—”

“Our room.” you correct him.

“What?”

“They only had one fucking room available for us.”

“No.”

“If you weren’t being such a petty, stuck up, bitch, your parents could have—”

“You can eat shit along with my parents. Fuck this,” you moan, standing to your feet and heading for the exit. You’re quickly stabbing the letters of the address into Google Maps so you can walk your way to your hotel. Megumi knows he’s going to have to catch up with you at some point, but he’s a stubborn son of a bitch. Unable to admit defeat or appear weak. But he is at fault for everything. He is the one that got you both into this mess and he is the one that keeps pushing your fucking buttons.

He doesn’t even know where he’s going, looking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure he’s going the right way. He stops at an intersection looking completely out of his depth. You don’t help him, though, if he’s so insistent on leading the way then he can take it from here. You don’t mind catching hypothermia in pursuit of proving a petty point.

His eyes wander around. And suddenly they settle. He knows he’s lost and clueless about what he’s doing. But ever the bullshitting shit-head, he comes up with a valid excuse for a pause in the journey.

You suppose he has a point.

“Fine. Let’s go, I’m not buying your shit, though.”

“Bank of Toji, O’Keeffe. A pair of piece of shit credit card kids stranded in the middle of nowhere. Classic.”

“I’m not a piece of shit credit card kid, Megumi.” you inform him.

“Oh yeah? Who’s paying for that cosy little love den again. You and Yuuji must be working so hard to pay the bills.”

That shuts you up fairly quickly. Maybe he’s right. Are you really nothing but a trust fund baby? A useless girl who can’t get by without help from her parents. You never thought about it before, but it seems that way the more you think about it. They’re the only reason you’re able to spend as much as you want at the drop of a hat. They’re the only reason you have a nice house to live in instead of a gross little shoebox dorm room while you’re studying. Megumi is a lot of things. A lot of awful things you couldn’t even begin to list. But it’s not often that he lies. And it’s even rarer that he’s wrong.

The store is nothing special. It’s nice and cheap which makes you feel real good inside. You may be spending your parents’ money, but at least it isn’t anything for them to call you up about. You pick out a few outfits and some pyjamas to wear in the hotel room. You look over one of the clothes rails and see Megumi flirting with one of the shop assistants. You feel hot all of a sudden. Angry. Why is he fucking flirting with her? Is now really the time to be doing this? He’s acting like everything is fine. Normal. Like you aren’t stuck here for however long.

You aren’t sure why, but something snaps in you. Before you can even ask yourself if it’s a good idea you’re marching up towards the girl and Megumi, rudely intercepting their conversation.

“I’m done buying stuff. Have you got everything?” you ask him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t— Is this your girlfriend?” she asks. You scoff quickly and Megumi laughs at her assumption.

“Ugh.” you mutter, earning an elbow in the ribs from him.

“O-Okay, Megumi. I’ll call you. And nice to meet you, uh—”

“Bye.” you speak, assuming she was about to ask your name. You had no intention of giving it to her and watching them drool over each other for a second longer. “Not very professional of you, is it? Flirting with customers?” you tell her as you walk towards the checkout counter. She scoffs lightly, looking at Megumi for reassurance. He does nothing but laugh, shrugging his shoulders as he walks after you. He’s silent for a while as he watches the woman at the counter ring up your purchases. You’ve got a face like thunder and he can’t even begin to describe how amused he feels. He waits for you to pick up your shopping bags before putting his own clothes down and waiting for the same service.

“What’s wrong with your face?” he asks you.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re pissed. Clearly. But I’ve never seen you look like that before. Is it…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Jealousy?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. I’m not jealous. I don’t want you bringing girls back to our hotel room and listening to you cum in thirty seconds and think you’re impressive.”

“Right.”

What else is left?

You finally made it to the hotel. Megumi had given in and decided to let you show him the way while he attempted to get through to his dad again. It took a few calls until he answered. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary either, both of them yelling and getting angry at each other until they finally got down to what they needed to talk about. Paying the front desk. He handed the phone to the man checking you in while he took down his card details.

“Could you speak up, sir? It’s a little loud.” he requested.

“I said that earlier. Where the fuck is he?” Megumi wondered, facing you. You shrug your shoulders, assuming he didn’t actually expect you to answer. How were you meant to know? It’s not like you were in cahoots with Toji just because he had an attentive interest in you and your wellbeing. Megumi might annoying the life out of you and make your life hell at any opportunity, but you’re not the type of girl to keep information from him just to get the upper hand.

“All sorted. We’ve got his details, enjoy your stay.”

“Can I ask why it’s so busy? I noticed a lot of uh… interesting clothes at the store. And this was the only hotel with a room, is there a reason?” you ask him.

“We need the key to the room.” Megumi states, bluntly. Clearly not giving two shits about the upcoming festival. The man nods and holds the key out to him.

“There’s a shop around the corner that sell condoms and lube.” he tells you both.

“You’re gonna hurt my feelings.” Megumi teases. You ignore him. Picking up the pace and running up the stairs so you can escape him. You know you need him to unlock the door to the room, but you need at least a few seconds of peace from him. You can’t stand it. You can’t stand him.

The room is quaint. You take the bed closest to the bathroom; leaving the one nearest to the window to him. Both of you drop your bags on each of your beds. He’s pacing around a little while you sit on the mattress. Looking around is getting to you. This is real. You’re really stuck in a fucking hotel room with Megumi Fushiguro. What would Yuuji think if he could see you now? What were you fucking thinking by giving him the benefit of the doubt? Maybe you’d have been better off if you let those girls bully you on the coach and harass you in the art gallery. At least you’d be on your way home. At least you wouldn’t be stuck with him.

The spiralling thoughts in your mind are the final straw. You burst into tears and you couldn’t be anymore humiliated if you tried. Megumi looks over his shoulder to see you sobbing. He feels awkward. He’s not used to seeing anyone get emotional, let alone you. He’s only seen you like this because of him. And he can’t deny that this is his fault as well. So, why can’t he find it in him to feel bad?

“Why did you do this to me, Megumi?” you ask so quietly it’s barely audible. “You keep fucking with me. And… this was without trying. Or was it planned?”

“Shut up. What good is this doing, huh? We’re in this, now, there isn’t shit we can do about it so suck it up.”

“You walked out of the aquarium and fucked everything up. You said you were going to piss but you were outside on the phone! Who was it? Tell me!”

“I won’t tell you again, princess. No business of yours so shut your fucking mouth.”

“It is my business when you get me into a situation like this because of it. You made this happen. And now you’re planning fucking dates and doing all that you can to make this experience even more miserable than it already is!” you yell, eyes and nose running quicker than you can keep up with. You must look a total mess and it’s making you even more embarrassed. It’s just more ammunition to fuel him with. More he can hold over your head and make you feel shit for.

“Megumi—”

“Shut up.”

You see his eyes screw shut in the mirror. He’s biting his lower lip as he thinks everything through. You’re right. He knows you’re right. There’s an awful lot that he’s done to you and you’ve forgiven him without him even saying sorry. It shows how big of a person you are. How kind and sweet and genuine you are. But he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t fucking care. Why does he get such a kick out of making you suffer? There’s something so enthralling and hypnotic about you that he can’t get over. You’re always in his fucking head and even seeing you bawl your eyes out he can’t find it in him to feel bad.

“FUCK!” he shouts, angrily trudging over to his bed to pick up one of the bags. It’s the bag he held up earlier outside of the aquarium when you finally found each other. You never got a chance to ask what was in it. It had the logo for the aquarium on it, but you were too distraught and angry to question what he had purchased. “Here.” he speaks, hurtling the bag towards you. You duck out of the way before it can hit you.

“Goin’ for a smoke. Sick of the sight of your miserable fuckin’ face.” he tells you, slamming the door behind him. You throw yourself backwards so that your head is in the pillows. You’ve never felt so alone as you practically wail into the desolate hotel room. What you’d give to have Toji pick you up right now and take you home. To tell Megumi off for being so cruel to you again. Or even just to have Yuuji hold you in his arms. You’d kill to hear his voice. Hell. You’d even settle for a text at this point. Why is he avoiding you?

You manage to calm yourself down the longer Megumi is gone from the room. Deep breaths. One. Two. Three. Four. You get up and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re thankful you packed some of your makeup into your tote bag for emergencies. Your face is a mess, you look like you’ve just been dumped on your wedding day. You decide to go to the bathroom to rinse it off completely. The cold water splashing on your face almost stops your heart. But once your face is clear, you dab the water dripping down with a towel.

As you steady your breathing and run your fingers through your hair once you leave the bathroom, the bag that Megumi tossed at you catches your eye. He threw it like it was yours. But you didn’t get anything from the aquarium. You’re approaching it like it’s a fucking bomb. He’s probably put insects in it to bite you or filled it with something else equally disgusting. But you can’t help having a curious nature. The bag is light when you pick it up. A single tear rolls down your face when you look inside.

“Oh, Megumi…” you sigh.

It’s the shark. The shark plushie from the aquarium you thought was so adorable. It doesn’t excuse everything he’s done. Anything he’s done, actually. It certainly wasn’t worth being late for the bus. It wasn’t worth you being stuck in this hotel room. It didn’t excuse everything he’d done and how he treated you in the past. But you can’t help but wonder how different things could be if he had shown this side of him from the start.

“Thank you for Gerald, I love him.”

“I saw you left him when I went back to find you.” he speaks, “I- you seemed like you really wanted it so I just got it for you. That’s it. You’re welcome.” he finishes, leaning backwards on his elbows as he stares you down. It’s incredible how uneasy you can feel in such an instant whenever those intimidating green eyes study you. It’s like you forget how to breathe. How to be. How should you act when you’re worrying whether or not every action you take may be used against you? “I’d… look, I have a lot of thoughts and I just can’t say them without feeling stupid.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid, Megumi. You’re just a dick.” you laugh, and he laughs back. You aren’t wrong. “I’m scared of you, I don’t think I’ll ever get over that feeling with you. You’re compelling. Forceful. Dominant. It scares the shit out of me, but getting me a plushie… standing up for me with those girls… colouring a fucking kids book in with me. They’re such kind, human things I didn’t expect you to be capable of.”

“Human? Do you think I’m a monster?”

“O-Oh.”

“I’m not bringing her back here. You’re right, I owe you that much. And I… I told her I can’t go on a date, ever.”

“Why?”

“Don’t care if you can or not. I don’t want to see her, anyway. I wanna go out with you.” he tells you.

“I’m sorry?”

“Get ready. The receptionist told me there’s a bowling alley nearby, ‘m not sulking in this shit hole room all night so get dressed.”

You’ve always enjoyed places like this. Arcades that are dark with neon lighting. You look over to the pins while Megumi pays for your lane and see an assortment of neon-coloured pins.

“Could we have a lane with pink pins, please?” you ask, sweetly. Megumi looks up from the card machine to grimace at you. But the man nods kindly, agreeing to your request.

“Do you need the sides up?” he asks, patronisingly.

“You’re up, Fushiguro. See if you can beat that.” you tease, sticking your tongue out.

“Are you some sort of bowling prodigy?”

“Nah.”

“Thanks for the drink.” you smile. He nods and he drinks, his Adam’s apple bobbing dramatically with each glug of his beer. “Are those strikes just luck, then?”

“Does it matter?”

“A little, I guess. Did you just bring me here so you could feel superior?”

You sit and sip your drink as you watch him take another turn. He lets his head loll backwards as he exhales in annoyance.

“Unlucky.” you mock, as he cranes his head to face you. A split. He manages to get two out of the three pins left standing. You wonder for a split second if he might have done it on purpose to placate you, and then you remember who you’re dealing with.

“Let’s go again!” you yell before gasping when you realise what song is playing. Love Myself, by Hailee Steinfeld. “I LOVE ME! GONNA LOVE MY—”

“Aw, Megs, don’tcha wanna teach me how to bowl? Since you’re such an expert?”

“I- I don’t want to do that. Shut up, we’re going home.”

“I wish we were going home. You fucking idiot. Letting us get stranded here because you had such an important fucking phone call that’s such a big God damn secret.”

“Oh for crying out fucking loud.” he says, stopping in the middle of an alleyway he decided to take to save time. “You’re so lucky you’re you right now, you have no fucking idea.”

“W-What does that mean?”

“But you’ve been so—”

“You’ll never change, will you? Why do you keep doing this to me?”

You’re nothing.

“Didn’t use—”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t used to be, Megumi… I haven’t touched a drop since you…”

“Do you sleep with your panties on or off?”

“Um, I—”

“I won’t look, just want you to get ready for bed.”

“Under the covers.” he instructs, and you obey.

“Why are you so… it’s like you’re two different people.”

“Megs, I’ve got some aspirin in my tote. Would you mind?”

“’m not tired.” you tell him.

“You will be. Lie there and be quiet ‘til you fall asleep.” he tells you, not that he thought you’d listen to a word he had to say.

“Can we talk until we sleep?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Drop it.”

“Practice. Used to skip school a lot and play at the arcade.”

“Ever the bad boy, ‘Gumi.”

“Were you… bullied? Or something?”

“Tsumiki isn’t your real sister, is she? So how did she—”

“Wait, what? Gojo, as in—”

“Fuck. That’s so… fucked. Seriously heavy drama. Plus, I can’t imagine Gojo as a father. He’s annoying as balls and so immature.”

“He is. But he was good to us.”

“You’re cold.” he says, plainly. He curses himself immediately. Why did he state it as a fact as if you aren’t already fully fucking aware of what temperature your body is at? You’re covered head to toe in goose pimples and worried you might actually freeze into a statue.

“We, uh, do you want to get in? With me. Share body heat until you warm up.”

It takes you aback, significantly so. He’s offering to spoon with you, you think. What would Yuuji think? What would anyone think, actually? What do you think? You think it’s absolutely ridiculous. You’re constantly at each other’s throats and now he’s offering you comfort and warmth in such an intimate way. Yuuji wouldn’t be happy. Would any man be happy about their girlfriend getting into bed with someone else? No matter how innocent it is. You know he wouldn’t like it. But you know it’s innocent. You don’t want anything from Megumi. Just…

“Feel better?” he mutters after around ten minutes. You nod, and he holds you even tighter.

“I feel your… your dick is hard, Megumi.” you groan back, he snickers, uncaring.

“Sweet dreams, Megumi.”

“Night, O’Keeffe.”

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lcnelyghost · 2 years ago

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christmas at the cortez//ahs hotel ☆

pairings; small mentions of liz taylor x tristan duffy

rating; pg!

warnings; slight harsh language, dark humour, gore

“Alright, everything’s almost done here. What do you think?” Liz asked Miss Evers, smiling brightly. The Cortez was now fully styled with the most beautiful Christmas decor. Now normally, the ghosts weren’t too fussed on doing anything for the most festive season of them all, as they say. But this year, everyone had different ideas for Christmas time.

“It’s wonderful! Just wonderful!” Miss Evers practically squealed. Her eyes sparkled when she watched Liz turn the lights on. Not a single spot in the hotel was missing decorations.

“Gotta say, you guys sure as hell have outdone yourselves with all this.” Sally said, now sitting at the bar lighting a cigarette.

Liz poured some beverages for the three after she’d finished adding some last touches around the bar. Iris soon walked in with yet another tray of her homemade baked goods.

“Christ Iris I don’t think we’re all that bad..” Liz laughed, taking a glance at the amount of food set out.

“Trust me, the men in here eat like horses. You’re Tristan is one of ‘em.” Iris chuckled.

Miss Evers looked at everything with pure amazement. She’d never seen such a glorious sight for a very, very long time. From what she remembered, no one back in her day put this much effort in. It was a lovely change of scenery.

“Oh.. didn’t you not bake mini slices of the lemon, custard cake?” Miss Evers questioned Iris. Liz barely stopped herself from letting out a giggle. Of course the lemon custard cake slices had vanished. Tristan’s ultimate favourite, might I add.

Iris let out a loud gasp when she realised they’d disappeared. “THOSE LITTLE SHITS!!!” she yelled, storming back downstairs. Earning a slight snigger from Sally. Liz and Miss Evers both looked at each other and cringed. Iris’s obvious assumption had been Holden and the rest of the blood infected children who were current residents in the Cortez.

“I’m surprised the Countess hasn’t given those kids an ass whooping yet,” Sally scoffed.

“Speaking of the Countess..” Liz said, sipping her martini. They all watched the Countess strut down in her heels to the ground floor, with what they assumed was her new ‘boy toy.’

Her outfit was full of the colour red and they had to admit, the dress was dazzling.

“Heading out to get laid.. again.” Sally’s eyes followed her until she was right out the doors. Liz just shrugged her shoulders and began fiddling with her rings.

Will suddenly approached them all with the biggest grin on his face. He’d dug out one of his sharpest suits for tonight. He was a man who greatly enjoyed Christmas time. Though, his smile fell when he looked around to see barely anyone here.

“Where the hell is everyone?” He shrieked. They’d demanded he came to the annual Christmas Eve party down at the bar, so he wondered why no one else had shown up and if it would just be him.

“Most probably getting ready. The place will be full of the majority of us soon.” Liz stated.

“Everyone but the Countess.” Miss Evers added in, Will just rolled his eyes and snuck behind the bar for a drink.

Soon enough, Tristan, Alex, and a few other ghosts had decided to show their faces. Iris also returned and had baked some more treats.

“Uh, where’s March?” Tristan blurted out, chewing on a mouthful of food. Miss Evers had to cringe at that name. A name that was once music to her ears. Now, it was a distant memory.

“Well I suppose it wouldn’t be a proper party in the Cortez without her dearest creator!” James smiled smugly as he appeared out of thin air. He signalled for Liz to fish out the absinthe.

“Oo, bring out the tequila shots whilst you’re at it!” Will beamed with excitement, winking at Sally who was now grinning wickedly. James sat down as he slowly tapped his foot to the beat of ‘Rocking Around the Christmas Tree’ which was currently playing in the background. He hated modern music, but surprisingly, the modern Christmas songs that had been made weren’t too bad for his liking.

Miss Evers shifted uncomfortably in her chair, feeling less confident now that Mr March was here. She hated the times where he’d stare intensely at her, forcing her to look right back into his dark, daring eyes. After everything he’d done, he still had the nerve to try and intimidate her.

Tristan watched closely as Will went through multiple tequila shots, immediately darting his eyes elsewhere when Will caught him looking.

“I’ll give you ten bucks if you drink five in a row.” Will challenged him.

“I’m dead, what the fuck would I spend it on. And no, because i’m saving more room for food..”

“Of course you are!” Will giggled, slurring his words. He was clearly pissed already. It didn’t take too long for him to get wasted when it came to unlimited drinking.

James stared at him blankly, wondering why the man was already so drunk.

The speakers had just changed the music over and Mariah Carey’s ‘All I want for Christmas’ had began to play. Will gasped loudly and jumped out of his seat.

“Will.. please don’t..” Liz begged, knowing EXACTLY what was coming next.

��I.. DON’T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS..”

“Oh for fucks sake..” Iris muffled whilst covering her face with her hands.

“THEEEEREE IS JUST ONE THING I NEEEED!!!”

Mr March and Sally shared the same confused look, guzzling down their drinks as they stared at the ex fashion designer in shock.

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS..” Will climbed up onto the bar, kicking over James’ drink which spilled all over the now raging ghost.

Liz’s hand flew to her mouth as she saw the look on Mr March’s face as he slowly stared up at Will.

“UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREEEEEEE..”

“Dude, for the love of god fucking stop..” Tristan winced as Will kept getting louder and louder, now stomping his feet on top of the bar.

“I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN..” He sang cheerfully, pointing multiple fingers all around the room for no reason whatsoever.

Miss Evers watched as James struggled to clean his suit with a handkerchief. She was slightly tempted to help her former boss, but stopped herself and just began to laugh at the helpless ghost.

“MOOOOORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW!”

Tristan stuck his fingers in his ears and groaned miserably. Sally giggled maniacally and pulled out her phone, quickly pressing the record button.

“MAKE MY WISH COME TRUUUUUUEEEEOOOOOOEEEEOOO…”

The other ghosts looked at Will with disgust, sighing at his horribly high pitched notes.

“ALL I WANT… FOR CHRISTTMAAAAAAASSSS.. IIIIIISSSSS…”

They all stared in horror as Will’s feet were dangling off the edge of the bar. He was waving his arms around in the air as he just managed to get through half of the last words to the intro of the song.

CRASH!

And with that, the drunkenly current hotel owner fell straight to the floor, multiple glasses flying off the shelves on the wall as he bounced right off the lot of them.

Tristan and Sally burst into a fit of roaring laughter when they realised it had all been recorded.

Liz and Iris rushed to help him, James just scowled sourly and instructed Liz to make him another drink. He scowled even further when all the worried barmaid did was help pick up Will from the floor.

They managed to get Will sat down, surprised he hadn’t knocked himself out. Iris went to go fetch some ice for his now bruised eye whilst Tristan and Sally were still sat sniggering.

It was even closer to midnight now. The ghosts knew that they’d countdown til the very last second of the twenty fourth of December. Happily wishing each other a very Merry Christmas with some fresh drinks. Perhaps even James’ absinthe..

The Countess had returned from her little Christmas night out.. alone. She headed straight to the bar in desperation of provoking the spirits in the Cortez.

“Oh.. you’re back,” Liz smiled sarcastically. James fumbled for his handkerchief once again to cover the stain on his suit. Which unfortunately for him, was right at his crotch. Slightly indicating he’d pissed himself.

“Darling!” Mr March spoke out nervously. The Countess only looked in his direction before frowning and looking away again.

“Where’s you’re, uh.. plaything.” Tristan spat, looking her up and down with disgust. She only smirked and that gave him his answer.

She noticed the missing glass bottles, wondering if they’d been used or had smashed. Perhaps Will’s black eye would explain it..

The room was silent. Everyone just slowly drank whatever glasses of alcohol they had, not making much eye contact with one another.

“Not even a simple ‘hello’ for you’re finest Christmas entertainment?” The Countess tutted teasingly.

Tristan and Iris were the only ones to look up, giving her a harsh, cold glare.

The ghosts hadn’t noticed just yet, but a guest had waltzed in through the front doors, noticing all the people that were hanging around in the bar. No one was at the front desk, so the poor woman had no choice but to go up to the bar and ask if anyone had seen any of the staff.

“Hello..” the woman called out, catching everyone’s attention the minute her voice echoed throughout the Cortez.

“Hi..” Liz replied back, offering the young lady a drink.

“Do any of you work here at all? I know it’s Christmas tomorrow and some places aren’t open.. but I was wondering if you guys had anything at all for the night?” Everyone looked at one another, grinning and putting their attention back on the soon to be, deceased female.

“Oh honey, we’ve got plenty of room for you. Are you sure it’s just the one night?” Liz grinned, staring at Tristan who began to giggle softly.

“Yeah, just one night if that’s alright..”

“You know, you can always become a permanent resident, perhaps it would be much more fitting..” The Countess smiled, licking her lips.

The woman furrowed her brows in confusion, growing quite uncomfortable.

“No, no.. I don’t really want to stay for longer than just a night..” the girl fired back. James sat up and walked towards the young woman, his shoes lightly tapped on the marble flooring.

“Well my dear, it seems you don’t have a choice..”

Everyone launched themselves at the girl, brutally stabbing and beating her with anything they could find. Will still sat on his chair, his head slowly spinning in small circles as he began to feel dizzy.

Just then, the timer went off for midnight. All the ghosts stared down at the corpse of the Cortez’s newest resident. Smiling at each other with crimson blood trickling down their clothes and soft skin.

“Merry Christmas!!!” They all cheered.

They turned around to the loud creek of Will’s chair, and seeing him ready to pass out.

“And a very.. very.. happy fucking new year.” He said, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fainted and landed harshly onto the cold flooring.

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aiwe-the-little-bird · 2 years ago

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Fic: Between a Rock and a Hard Place

It is here!😁 The thing has been done. For the nonny that requested the rock-breaking fic and who's request made its way to me. I present to you, THE FIC.👏 I hope you all like this! And I hope it makes it's way to the nonny who wanted something like this. 🤍 🤍

And to those who asked to be tagged and to those who might be interested @lotrnonsense @starlady66 @elronds-pointy-ears @thesolarangel and @eremeldanin (I saw you in the reblogs, so thought you might want to be tagged as well). Hope you all enjoy!🤍 🤍

P.S. I kind of want to write a smutty sequel to this. Let me know what you think! 😘

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Title: Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Pairing: Not super specific but could be read as Durin/Elrond/Disa

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: None, unless you count hot sweaty elves and dwarves.

“I demand a rematch!” Durin says, slamming his tankard of ale down onto the table. The sound rings out in the quiet halls of the dwarf prince’s home.

“You demand a what?” Elrond raises an eyebrow at him and takes a sip out of his own tankard.

The two were currently holed up in Durin’s and Disa’s home, avoiding their princely and heraldy duties for the moment. During the past hour, they had been telling stories and jokes at the dining table. They were deep into the ale, though it was only afternoon.

“You heard me, elf. A rematch!”

“Yes, yes, Durin. My ears have not broken in the past minute. You need not shout. But what I fail to understand is a rematch of ‘what’?” The half-elf asks with a roll of his eyes.

“Sigin-tarâg, Elrond. You remember this do you not? Or have you lost your memory as well?” The dwarf teases.

“No, of course not. I remember it quite well actually.” Elrond grins at the memory.

“Well then you will remember that you cheated!”

“Cheated? I do not see how I cheated when it was you who won.”

“Because you let me win! It was not a fair match.” Durin complains.

“So you wish to have a rematch?”

“Aye! So I can prove that I would have won fair and square either way.”

Elrond laughs and sips his ale. “How do you know you will win again?”

Durin leans forward and grasps Elrond’s chin in his fingers. With fiery and glowing eyes he smirks. “Because, dear one, I am a dwarf. And I was made for that challenge. It is in my blood. I am stubborn and strong.” He strokes his thumb across the pink lips before dropping his hand.

Elrond pulls back with a blush. “Well, you may be a dwarf. But I am that of the elves and men. And we certainly do not back down from a challenge.” He bites his lips and looks at Durin across the table alluringly. “Will I be banished again, if I lose?”

“That remains to be seen.” The dwarf teases. Durin stands up and drains the rest of his ale. “Well let’s get a move on then.” He pulls Elrond up. “I have a challenge to win.”

“Challenge accepted.”

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Disa was wandering down the hall with a plate of freshly baked scones in hand, and turns the corner. Lost in thought, she almost misses the sight of her husband and their elf walking ahead of her with purpose. Each held a large hammer in hand. Two that she definitely recognized as coming from their home. She rushes to catch up with them and falls in step with the two.

“What in Aule’s beard, are you two up to?”

“Off to break some rocks, my dear.” Durin says excitedly.

“Break some rocks? Whatever for?”

“A rematch, Disa.” Elrond grins down at her.

“Aye. This twig of an elf let me win last time. So now I have to prove that I would have won either way.”

“Are you talking about the rite of Sigin-tarâg? You can’t be serious…”She asks, shocked.

“Of course!” Elrond laughs.

Disa rolls her eyes at her two dear troublemakers, but in the end decides this would be the best way to spend her afternoon. “Well, I suppose I will just have to cheer you on.”

“Cheer who on?” Durin queries.

“Whoever wins the challenge of course!” She laughs.

The sight of the three of them, two dwarves and elf armed with hammers and scones, traipsing down the paths of Khazad-dûm, caused many of the citizens to look at them strangely. Several just rolled their eyes, used to the antics of their Prince and Princess and their elf. And others began to trail behind them to see what they were all up to this time.

Several dwarves were called to bring in rocks. Rock upon rock was brought in to the same chamber Elrond remembered from the first challenge, several months previously. Disa giggled to herself and sat upon a bench in the corner, giving herself a perfect view of what was about to happen.

Elrond is the first to ready himself, removing his cloak just like the first time and grining at Durin.

“You and your feathery shirt better be ready. I will show no mercy.” Durin picks up his hammer.

“Nor do I expect any.” Elrond says as inspects the surface of the first rock. “Though I will say the same to you my fried.” His eyes twinkle as he speaks.

“Just you wait, elf. You won’t be so confident in a few minutes. Ready to have your delicate bottom handed to you?”

“Well, then I will give you the honor of going first.”

Durin winks at Elrond before turning to his wife and doing the same thing. Disa snickers and mutters “This is going to be good.” She takes a bite of her blueberry scone and sighs when the first rock splits with a loud crack. Disa applauds her husband as the prince turns to smirk at Elrond.

“Sure you don’t want to forfeit?”

Elrond just takes his own hammer and brings it swiftly down upon the large rock. It too splits in half. He stands straight once more, looking as if he had just been cutting a piece of butter, instead of a giant rock. Disa cheers.

Durin grumbles from a few feet over and moves on to the next rock.

“Two!” He shouts as the rock splits. Elrond just shakes his head in amusement as he watches. The challenge continues, and both dwarf and elf make quick work of the next several rocks, both making it look like the easiest and simplest of tasks.

“Three!”

“That’s four, elf.”

“Five! Getting tired yet, Durin?”

“Six! In your dreams, Elrond.”

After the ground is littered by the halves of several rocks, Elrond wipes the single bead of sweat that drips down his forehead and sets his hammer down. Durin raises his eyebrows in shock.

“Not finished already are you? I didn’t take you for a weakling, Elrond.” He goads.

Elrond shakes his head. “Finished? Oh no, my friend. I have only just gotten started.” With that, he proceeds to unlace his tunic and pull it off over his head. All that is left upon his person is his trousers, which in Disa’s personal opinion hugged his legs and hips perfectly. That, and his boots.

The dwarves princess almost chokes on a piece of scone when he turns towards her and winks. Sweat was dripping down his neck and tracking its way down his muscular chest and the defined abdomen.

“Show off.” Durin rolls his eyes.

“Well you have a shirt as well, my love.” Disa calls out to him.

“You aren’t the only one who can do that.” Durin tells Elrond, before removing his own tunic. Once his chest is bared, he flexes, showing off his muscles and body. Disa leans her chin on her hand and pops another piece of blueberry scone into her mouth.

“Well, are you two going to get on with it? I could watch this all day!”

“Humph.” Durin grumbles and picks up his axe.

Elrond just laughs.

With a shout, Durin gets right back to it, with Elrond not far behind.

“Eleven!”

“Twelve, Elrond. Surely you are getting weary by now.”

“Thirteen, Durin. Anything but.”

Disa hums in appreciation as she watches. The muscles on Elrond’s back ripple with each strike of his hammer. And her husband’s biceps flex enticingly each time he picks up his hammer.

“I sure could get used to this!” She tells them jokingly.

“Anything for you, Disa.” Elrond says with an innocent smile.

“Typical elf. Sweet talking the spectator.” Durin grumbles.

For many many minutes they continue, striking each rock hard and with precision. By now Durin is panting, sweating and his muscles tremble with exhaustion. Elrond on the other hand only has a light sheen of sweat upon his body, and his hair still floats perfectly around his head.

“Still not going to give up, lad?” Durin bemoans.

“Why would I do that? I thought that was exactly what you did not want.” Elrond teases.

“Well you could at least look like you are having trouble keeping up! You are going to ruin my reputation as a prince!”

“Oh come now, it is only Disa watching. And I doubt she would find your reputation lesser than before, even if you were to lose.”

“Only Disa? Has your pretty little brain left you? That is my wife! It is exactly she who I am worried about.”

“Ah, well. In that case, better not let your wife down!” Another strike to a rock.

After what could have only been hours of the challenge, Durin throws down his hammer and puts his hands on his hips with a scowl.

“Blast it! You are never going to give up.”

“I will give up if you wish.” Elrond sets his own hammer down.

“Nay. Your pretty little head was the last one to break open a rock. You win.”

“We can continue.” Elrond points to Durin’s hammer.

“I value my arms and the rest of my limbs. I loathe to admit it, but I can do no more.”

Disa bursts up from her seat next to a plate of crumbs and claps loudly. “Oh that was absolutely magnificent. Best show of sport that I have ever seen in this mountain. Congratulations sweetheart.” She runs up to Elrond and pulls him down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Yes. Congratulations, Elrond.” Durin says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Oh come now, husband. You played fair and square. And it was no terrible thing for me to watch you as well.” She presses a second kiss to Durin’s cheek.

“Thank you Durin, for the rematch.” Elrond bows his head to his friend.

“Yes, yes. Just don’t let this win go to that pretty little head of yours. Your ego has already grown double since you met Disa.”

“He deserves the compliments, lovely little thing that he is!” Disa runs a hand down Elrond’s sweat covered chest.

“Disa….” The half-elf blushes.

“Alright alright, you won fair and square elf. Now, this was no formal event, but I will still grant you a single boon. What shall it be?”

“Well. I find myself quite sweaty and feeling less then fresh. You would not want to help me get cleaned up, would you? I think I need a bath.” He asks the prince with a twinkle in his eyes.

“If you put it like that, then lead the way.” Durin grabs Elrond’s hand and pulls him out of the chamber, still half-naked.

“I can help too!” Disa cries, running after them with a giggle.

#rings of power fic #durin #elrond #disa #durin x elrond x disa #durin fic #elrond fic #disa fic #i just can't help myself with these three #they just awaken the writer in me

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