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sapphire-heart-tippy · 2 years ago

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(The old description is at the very bottom of the story)

Edit: I have decided that, to make this even more bizarre, Ramón is biologically Vanilla's and Tippy's. But he's from another universe. The other universe was crumbling because of another stand user. AU Vanilla and Tippy were both badly wounded and knew they were going to die. They took their son, found a new universe with a set date and time where their alternate selves would find him... But before they could place him in a good enough spot, that's when the portal closed and everything in that universe was destroyed. Everything except Ramón...

Ramón

(story under the cut! some things have been slightly altered!! Last edit: 10/17/2024)

"Sweetie, make sure you put on sunscreen," Vanilla called to his husband from the bathroom. "There won't be any clouds today, and I don't want you to burn!"

"I know, I know!" Tippy laughs and puts on a black crop top. Vanilla gently places in dangly heart earrings and smiles at himself in the mirror. The brunette happily puts his hair up into a bun with a sparkly purple scrunchy and clips it up with a little golden heart pin. Ice brushes his short right bang behind his ear and lets the longer one flow over his collar bone.

"Vans, hurry up! I'm so hungry I could eat Hol Horse!" Tip playfully whines. Ice chuckles and rubs his beloved's head, tousling zeir royal blue hair.

"Are you sure you're ready, termite? Isn't there something you're forgetting?" Vanilla points to Tippy's feet.

"Oh, right. Shoes." Ze rushes to put on some black and blue basketball shoes and comes back, pulling on Vanilla's arm to head out the door, "S'go, s'go, s'gooooo!"

Ice and Tip head out of their quaint little one story house. Ice is holding a bottle of pink champagne while Tip is carrying the picnic basket.

"It's kind of chilly today." Vanilla checks his phone and smirks at Tippy.

"H- wh- It's 91 degrees, you dork!" Tippy playfully shoves Vanilla's shoulder with a giggle. (32.8°C)

"I know, it's freezing out here." Ice grins and teases Tip. He plants a delicate kiss on his partner's forehead and they both walk to the park.

"It's funny, a guy named Ice like you should be melting right now, eh?" Tip looks up at Vanilla as the couple saunters down the sidewalk.

"Ha ha never heard that one before, termite." Ice says sarcastically as he rolls his eyes with a smile. They hear rushing water near the trees, and see very few people are out today due to the intense heat.

"Dude, I totally want to jump in that river right now." Tip sighs and wipes zeir brow.

"I mean, I could just pick you up and toss you in if you want me to." Ice nods.

"I know you're joking but I'm legit considering it, babe." Tippy tells zeir husband while looking up at the sky with exhaustion.

Soon the couple find a nice shady spot for their picnic. The trees are covering them both nicely, the wind actually blows a little bit creating a nice gentle breeze, there are animals making little noises. Everything is going well for the two this summer. Vanilla opens up the champagne bottle and pulls out two glasses from the picnic basket,

"Here's to our new lives, my love."

"To our new lives!" Tippy clinks zeir glass with Vanilla's and they both drink. Ice looks at his glass and swirls it around... he narrows his eyes and looks up,

"Hey... Tippy. Listen."

The couple are silent and still for a while. There are a few chirps, some rustling of leaves, and a more animal noises. Vanilla turns his head to the left and stays staring in that direction.

"What kind of bird is that?" Tippy asks while taking a bite of zeir sandwich. Vanilla doesn't answer and just keeps listening. Quickly, his back straightens up.

"That's not a bird." Ice swiftly leaps up and hastily sprints over to where the noise is coming from.

"Wait! Vanilla!! Where are you going?!" Tippy hurriedly follows behind Vanilla. The brunette is super fast, too fast for Tippy to completely keep up.

Ice skids to a halt as soon as he finds where the noise is coming from. At a small old wooden bridge, he peeks beneath it. Ice sharply gasps and covers his mouth, he cannot believe what he sees.

There's a small, frail looking, pink haired infant covered in dirt and leaves. The child weakly wails, voice scratchy, desperate for anyone to hear their call. Ice trembles and gently scoops the child up, wiping off the dirt from their body. The tall man cannot believe what he's just come across. He cradles the newborn in his arms and shooshes them. Tippy jogs up to Vanilla finally,

"Hey *pant* what gives? What ha- *pant* happened?" Ze points to what Ice has in his arms, "What's that?"

Vanilla shakes his head. Tears sting his eyes as he shows his partner what's being held in his arms. Tippy looks horrified,

"What the hell?! Why would anyone... Just... Leave a baby here?"

Ice shakes his head, his lip quivering. He holds the poor child close to his chest. Soon the baby slowly stops crying, calming down exponentially, nuzzling into Ice's chest as if it were a cushion.

"H-hey, I think they like you, Vans. We should probably get in contact with a-"

"NO." Vanilla speaks abruptly and sternly at Tippy. He swallows, "I'm sorry... I mean, no. No... We can't do that. We need to help them. We have to take care of them. I am thoroughly prepared to take full responsibility for this child. I am not going to allow anyone to hurt this poor baby anymore. They... don't deserve it." Ice speaks softly as he looks down at the now sleeping infant. He notices something around the child's neck. It's a necklace with a golden cursive "R",

"Hm..." Ice touches the jewelry softly. The gold letter glimmers in the sunlight between the leaves of the trees over the head.

"What is it, Vans?" Tippy makes zeir way next to zeir husband to look over at the infant.

"I suppose this could be a clue to what their name is." Vanilla looks closer and closer at the jewelry, "Ngh?!" Suddenly his mind is bombarded with memories he's never had.

"Vanilla?! Are you okay?!" Tippy touches Ice's shoulder.

"I'm... alright. I think..." Ice looks back and forth between his beloved and the child. Tippy curiously and cautiously looks closer at the golden letter. Soon, flashes of a life ze's never lived are racing through zeir head. Vanilla looks over at Tippy breathlessly,

"So you felt it too...?"

"Uh huh, w-what...?" Tippy gulps and stares at the baby. The child has their eyes closed peacefully while in Vanilla's arms. "What does it mean?"

The couple have been taking care of the child well. Vanilla and Tippy have been trying to come up with a name to call him so they decided on "Ramón". They're not sure why this name fits him so well, they didn't even try any other names that start with the letter "R". They also decided that the day they found him is his birthday.

A few years later

Ice is giving Ramón a bubble bath, gently washing his hair and laughing with his child. Tippy walks in and smiles at the sight,

"I didn't know your voice could even go that high, Lucky Charms."

"Agh!" Vanilla turns around, blushing and grimacing,"Don't scare me like that, Termite! I was just trying to make Ramón laugh."

"Well, you did a good job because both he and I are laughing at you!" Tippy and Ramón both giggle at Vanilla.

"Oh, shush." Ice gently splashes Ramón, making the child squeal.

After everyone gets ready for bed, Vanilla carries Ramón to his room. The brunette lays his baby down, tickles him a little, then kisses his forehead. Tippy gives Ramón a kiss on the forehead as well and hugs him gently. Vanilla happily plants kisses all over Ramón's face.

"Waaauugh! Stop iiiit!" Ramón squeaks and playfully pushes Vanilla's face away.

"Okay, okay, Foofy," Ice rubs his baby's head,"You have a good night, my little angel."

"Have sweet dreams, little dude." Tippy smiles and turns off the light.

The couple head to their room and happily lie down on the bed.

"So do you think he'll ever get a stand?" Tippy flops zeir leg over Vanilla,

"I'm not sure. Something tells me he might once he gets older."

"Would that something be the plot?" Tippy smirks.

"What?"

"Do you remember when we first got him?" Tip lays on Ice's chest.

"Yeah, sweetie, I do..." Vanilla rubs his husband's back. "He was so tiny. I couldn't just leave him there... He reminded me of where I once was."

Tip hugs Vanilla gently and listens to his heartbeat. The brunette sighs,

"I felt like I had a responsibility...a second chance. You were my second chance to begin with, but I feel like this is yet another happy thing life decided to grace me with. I feel that I was blessed to not only be able to marry you, but also adopt that boy." Ice kisses Tippy's forehead,

"Back then at 19, if somebody were to tell me that I would be happily married to my true love with a child... I would've gotten angry. I would have thought it was a sick joke. However, I see now that this is my life. I couldn't be happier." Ice smiles warmly and tenderly snuggles up with his beloved.

"I love you, Vanilla."

"I love you too, Tippy."

To be continued...?

Old description in case you're curious (I've changed it and made up my mind): I know I already have a backstory for Ramón in the Sapphire-Sugiliteverse, but I was thinking about something. I kind of want Ramón to be adopted by Vanilla and Tippy instead. Everything about him will be the same, except his origins.

This will be canon in the Sapphire Heartverse! (The Sapphire-Sugiliteverse will be the one where Tippy and Vanilla have him biologically maybe? I might just scrap that idea entirely, I'm not sure!) Anyway, enjoy this brief story of how Vanilla and Tippy adopted Ramón.

#edit: i edited a lot of things! I'm also planning on doing another short story where they find out that ramon is biologically theirs #sapphire heartverse #sapphire heartverse fanfic #tipvans #ramón cabrera ice jjba oc #vanilla my sweet #let me know if this needs tags please #sugar crash void bash #scvb

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glitchylaptop · 3 years ago

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New Pin Post / New Year Special ☆!

Heeeeeeello there! Como estan jeje :], I was finally able to update this and improve some things, buuut in order not to make the introduction so looooong, we are...!

Ok ok so, why that name? Why with a theme from the Super Mario Brothers franchise? And among other things that maybe they will have their answer later and well, here you have my little introduction!

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Hello again hehe, as you see it is not surprising that my name is Glitchy but you can call me a nickname or just Glitch honestly, the reason for my name is "unknown" :)

Your Glitchy Hostess to serve you ✨

I'm the main and only Host at the moment (there's a possibility that there are two Hosts but I am thinking about it) of the Super Glitchy 64 System! And you will see that I am mostly the one who fronts the most but whatever! And my color text, as you already saw, is black, pink, purple and blue in order, because they're my favorite colors in order (not because I'm bisexual xd) but sometimes it will just be the basic black text

We are fictive heavy, although there's two others alters and then me, but if you want to know the list of all the members:

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔ THERE YOU GO!. 　　˚　　　　*　　　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　　　　　　 ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶

Now here are some basic information about me if you are interested in reading hehe!

I'm currently 19 years old, my birthday is June 9, my native language is spanish but it is supposed to be english but meh! I mostly speak spanish than english, I don't have the best english so sorry for any mistakes I have ^^"

My pronouns are she/her and I'm pansexual, I'm currently taked with my girlfriend, I used to date a boy but currently I don't know what happened to him, I just hope he's okay

I currently have a hyperfixation with Murder Drones (as seen on the V-themed blog) and you may see me reblog other hyperfixations but my main focus is Murder Drones (I don't care if the series has already ended for a long time, I'll still be waiting for the season 2, "but that will never happen" I KNOW, I KNOW VERY WELL but let me be happy with that non-canon thought in my head)

Even if I mostly reblog hyperfixations, I also reblog random things, like photos, gifs, art, ect, things that do not include a specific fandom, here I also warn you that sometimes I reblog suggestive/NSFW/+18 things but I reblog those things in the early morning when I'm not sleepy or bored lol. Also if you see posts posted between 10 pm to 3 am, they are posts in queue

Sometimes I would like to post random things, like my drawings or opinions, but I'm honestly a lil embarrassed, I'm even embarrassed to meet and talk to people, I don't mind meeting and making new friends, but sometimes I have negative thoughts

Even if I said that I have hyperfixations, none of them compare to the great love, affection and comfort that I have for Super Mario 64. That game was somehow part of my childhood along with other games that I played as a child with my brother, like Mario Kart 64 or the DS version of Super Mario 64 but the original Super Mario 64 takes the crown, although I had hyperfixations like Frozen and My Little Pony, Super Mario 64 remained saved and marked in my childhood heart ♡

And here I don't know what else to say, I would say more about Super Mario 64 or my likes but that would be going on too long, if you want to know something about me, don't hesitate to ask me!

Oki doki! Well, I hope I haven't bored you with some things about me, so let's move on to this next part:

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Ok ok then, next I will give you an explanation of what I can do, the whitelist/blacklist and sources!

So far I can make icons, headers, layouts, moodboards, stimboards, reply icons, gifs. Maybe in the future my edition will change or add more things

WHITELIST ♡!

Glitchcore (obviously hehe), vaporwave, cyberpunk, starcore, spacecore, horrorcore, any aesthetic honestly but I'll have to check if it's problematic or not

My hyperfixations or brainrots that I have, sometimes if you request something related to something I like at the moment I would be so happy to do it :3

Any character and ship that are ok for me, of course I also know that not all characters and ships will be ok for me

BLACKLIST ♡!

An aesthetic that is problematic or that I don't feel comfortable doing

No source honestly, but problematic sources are selective

Any problematic character (depending on what actions they did) and problematic ship (there are some ships that I hate or make me uncomfortable)

SOURCES ★!

Here I was too lazy to put specific sources, so I made this list: movies, series, webseries, video games, webcomics, comics, animes, ocs, etc. I can make problematic sources but as I said, they are selective

Mmm, what else is there to put here? Oh yes! I don't have a DNI but I can block you if you discomfort me, but for now thanks for reading! <3

#new pin post ☆!

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high-fructose-porn-syrup · 1 year ago

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Percy woke up at 10 in the morning the next day, hopping in the shower and making sure he was presentable, going so far as to paint his nails a bright turquoise.

He almost never did that sort of thing, even though he knew, logically, that nobody would attack him. Childhood trauma, he guessed. But hey, therapy is expensive, listening to Mitski is free.

He picked out his only pair of dress shoes and the second nicest pants he owned, since the absolute nicest were still in the laundry basket from last weekend’s performance, along with his work clothes. He really needed to go to the laundromat later today, but every time he went, it always took like 4 hours, and he ended up spending way too much on the vending machines.

These were just regular jeans, so old most of the blue dye had faded from them, but they were sturdy, no rips or holes, so they were good enough for a first date. He pulled on a Hawaiian shirt, printed with blue macaws and flowers. He never actually met his dad, but he always gave him a birthday package in the mail. A card with a hand-written note, a keychain of whatever city he was in, and a present. This was what he got for his sixteenth, and he really loved it. It was colorful and loud and busy, but flowy and light.

He was so glad that it was April now, that he’d be able to wear it and not freeze.

He walked to the steakhouse, Adelina’s, waiting on Jason and Nico. He ordered water while he waited, after all, he could order a more extravagant drink for dessert. For now, he just snacked on the complementary bread, pão de queijo. His mom’s was better, but this was still really good.

After a little while, the two of them showed up, and oh my god, Nico looked so pretty. The white tips of his hair were gone, and his makeup was very subtle, if he had any on at all. His lips were very, very pink, but otherwise, there was no indication that he had any on.

His jeans were black and tight and ripped, revealing black lace tights underneath, a huge contrast to his baggy, black band shirt. He couldn’t tell what band, but that was probably because he hadn’t taken his pills today. Then again, it had that same tangled roots sort of look that all metal band logos had, and he could never read those, with or without the meds. Nico had a pair of headphones around his neck too, bright red, and a thick, fleece-lined, brown suede jacket, with a bunch of pins and patches.

Nico smiled lightly when Percy’s eyes made contact with his, and Percy could swear he felt his heart climb into his throat. He was blushing so much already, glad he’d decided not to wear another layer. “Ciao, Percy. Hai un bell'aspetto, come stai?”

He looked to Jason, who sighed. “He just asked how you’re doing. Oh, and he said you look nice.’

Percy smiled. “Thanks, um. I’m ok, you?”

Nico took a second or two to understand him, but he caught it by himself, and was even able to respond, though very simply. “Ah, good too.”

“I'm glad to hear it. Oh! There's pão de queijo, want some?”

Nico didn’t seem to understand fully, but he shook his head. “Sono certa che siano buoni, ma ho appena fatto colazione.”

Rather than translating, Jason got a very concerned look on his face. “Nico… Non ti ho visto mangiare niente.” He replied softly.

Nico crossed his arms. “Ho fatto. E' solo che non stavi guardando.” His voice was tight and defensive.

“Ok, se lo dici tu.” He started. “Ma se c'è qualcosa di cui devi parlare, sono qui.”

Nico just huffed, turning away from Jason. “Ordinami un caffè, quando arriva il cameriere.”

Now, Percy had no idea what they were saying, but the tone and body language made him think the conversation went something like;

‘I’m worried about you.’

‘Fuck off.’

‘Ok, I’ll back off. But just know I’m here for you.’

‘Leave me alone, I don’t need your pity… Oh, and order me a coffee.’

Then again, Percy’s been wrong about that kind of thing before.

He waited until the waiter came, and took his now empty glass for a refill before asking if they could get started on drinks. Jason ordered a water with lemon for himself, and a coffee for Nico.

Once everybody had their drinks in hand, Nico looked over at Percy’s hands. “Mi piace le tue unghie. Di solito li dipingi?”

Jason smiled. “He likes your nails. He asked if you usually paint them or not.”

He shrugged. “Not really, no. But I wanted to look nice for you.”

Jason turned to explain, and the conversation lulled again, until the waiter came back with their drinks. “Cos'è questo?” Nico muttered after a single sip.

“Cosa intendi? È caffè.” Jason replied.

“No, ce n'è troppo. E non ha sapore di niente.”

Jason sighed. “Nico, se volevi un espresso, avresti dovuto chiedere un espresso. Adesso sii carino.”

Nico muttered something under his breath that neither of them caught, and Jason turned to the waiter. “I’m so sorry about that, he’s still recovering from a bad fall, so he’s a little pissy.”

“Oh, not a problem. I’ve dealt with customers much worse than him. Can I get your orders?”

Jason ordered the picanhas, Nico a Caesar salad, and Percy couldn’t actually read the menu, so he just got the same thing he usually got. But, since he knew this waiter, and knew he spoke Portuguese, he thought it would be impressive to order in Portuguese. Just to show that he’s not actually the stereotypical ‘ignorant American’ that europeans complain about. “Vou levar o camarão no leite de coco, por favor e obrigado. Ah, e mais pão de queijo para a mesa. Novamente, muito obrigado.” (I'll take the camarão no elite de coco, please and thank you. Oh, and more pão de queijo for the table. Again, thank you very much.)

Nico looked dumbfounded. “You… L'hai pronunciato perfettamente…” He muttered to himself. “Você fala português?” (You speak Portuguese?)

Percy smiled, shocked end delighted to hear those three simple words. “Sim! Então, voce me entende?” (Yes! So, you understand me?)

Nico nodded, smiling and turning to Jason. “Sembra che non abbiamo bisogno di te, dopotutto.”

“Stai zitto, hai ancora bisogno di un passaggio.”

“So camminare!”

“Eri appena in ospedale. Non ti lascio tornare a casa a piedi, Nico. Hai bisogno di riposare.”

“Non sono un bambino.”

Percy didn’t want to freak him out, but he could understand Nico’s last sentence. Well, not entirely, but he knew the word ‘bambino’, and ‘non’ isn’t that hard to figure out. So, his best guess was ‘I’m not a child’.

He looked back at Percy. “Então, onde você estudou?” (So, where did you study?)

“Não estudei, só aprendi com minha mãe. Os pais dela vieram do Brasil. Você?” (I didn't study, I just learned from my mom. Her parents came from Brazil. You?)

“Zia Hestia.” He answered, but Percy figured ‘zia’ and ‘tia’ meant the same thing. “É uma longa história, basicamente, meu pai me mandou morar com ela por um tempo.” (It's a long story, basically my dad sent me to live with her for a while.) His voice trailed off, like that wasn’t actually the whole story. “Ela mora em Portugal, ela se mudou para lá quando era jovem, muito antes de eu nascer.” (She lives in Portugal, she moved there when she was young, long before I was born.)

The waiter came back with their food, and refills for everyone.

Nico picked at his salad, and there was kind of a lull in conversation. It was kind of funny, Percy thought, that every pair of people at the table had a language to speak together, that the third person couldn’t understand. Percy knew very little Italian, so Nico and Jason could be talking about basically anything and he wouldn’t have a clue. Nico seemed to know even less English, and Jason couldn’t speak Portuguese at all.

Percy took a bite of the shrimp and coconut soup, and decided to start the convo up again. “Eu gosto da sua camisa. Que banda é?” (I like your shirt. What band is it?)

“Chama-se 'Epitaph', é uma banda de metal. Ou, eles eram. Eles terminaram alguns anos atrás.” (It’s called 'Epitaph', it's a metal band. Or, they were. They broke up a few years ago.)

Percy had no idea why he was so invested in this band he’d never listened to or even heard of, but he was. “Bom, isso é péssimo. Alguma ideia do porquê?” (Well, that sucks. Any idea why?)

Nico shook his head. “Algo sobre uma disputa pela custódia.” (Something about a custody dispute.) He sighed. “Eu não queria me aprofundar nisso. Minha irmã mais nova cresceu sob custódia dividida. Caso internacional também. Ela passou os verões na Itália com meu pai e eu, e o resto do ano com a mãe dela aqui nos Estados Unidos.” (I didn't want to delve into it. My younger sister grew up in split custody. International case too. She spent the summers in Italy with my father and I, and the rest of the year with her mother here in the United States.)

Percy sighed and nodded. “Ei, entendi. Não a parte internacional, mas acabei de passar por uma batalha pela custódia há alguns meses.” (Hey, I get it. Not the international part, but I just went through a custody battle a few months ago.)

“Espere, você tem filhos!?” (Wait, you have kids!?)

“Sou pai, sim. Apenas uma criança, no entanto. Minha filha, Zora. Você a conheceu na noite da sua apresentação, lembra?” (I'm a father, yes. Just one child, though. My daughter, Zora. You met her the night of your performance, remember?)

Nico perked up, seeming to suddenly remember that little girl. “Ah... pensei que fosse sua irmã ou algo assim. Você parece em idade universitária.” (Oh... I thought that was your sister or something. You look college-age.)

Percy laughed. “Idade universitária? Me formei há seis anos. Minha irmã mais nova é Estelle e ela tem quase 12 anos.” (College-age? I graduated six years ago. My youngest sibling is Estelle, and she's almost 12.)

“Seu caçula?” (Your youngest?) He asked. “Quantos irmãos você tem?” (How many siblings do you have?)

“Apenas um, além de Estelle. Tyson tem 22 anos agora, quer ver algumas fotos?” (Only one, aside from Estelle. Tyson's 22 now, wanna see some pictures?)

Nico nodded, leaning over to get a better view of Percy’s phone, when his own rang. “Cazzo.” He muttered to himself. “Sinto muito, preciso atender uma ligação.” (Sorry, I need to take a call.)

Most people's first drag show was at a bar. Percy's was a dinner theatre performance of Swan Lake.

He figured he'd go to support his old university's arts program, after all, he couldn't afford to donate as much as his colleagues did every year, and he figured this'd make up for that. Plus, it was his custody weekend, and he always wanted to do something special for his daughter to make these measly two days a month count.

So, he decided he'd kill two birds with one stone, his daughter swinging her feet on the stool she was sat in, eating her macaroni and cheese. "You like it?" He asked.

She nodded. "It's a lot better than the box stuff you make, daddy. Mama Piper makes hers with adacvo, and I'on like adacvo."

He laughed a bit. "Yeah, it's fun eating away from home, isn't it?" He asked, before taking a bite of his ravioli. It was miles ahead of the canned stuff, no offense to Chef Boyardee.

"Mhm! Uncle Jason, can we go get dessert after?"

Ok, so really it was three birds with one stone. Spend time with his daughter, support the art program, and catch up with Jason.

Jason laughed lightly, jostling the baby carrier he had on his chest and causing Leo's baby to stir. "Zora, they're serving dessert here. I'm sure it'll be much better than anything you could get at a fast food place."

"Really? Even subway cookies?"

"Yes, even subway cookies." He turned back to the baby he was sitting, checking that he was ok. The cherubic little boy was almost two, and could walk, so he didn't really need the carrier, but he liked being strapped in tight. "Raph, you good buddy?"

Raphael cooed up at Jason, reaching up to squish his face. "Coo-kie."

Jason laughed. "Aww, man. This kid is adorable." He reached around the carrier to eat his steak. "Thanks for taking us out here. I know it was like, 50 bucks a person. I can wire you back if you want."

"No, no, it's fine. Just enjoy the ballet." Percy looked over, and Odette had just been captured by the wizard, and the transformation sequence was about to begin. He'd watched both the barbie version and the one from 1994 with Zora before, so he knew the plot, but it was so different seeing it on stage. She had been in a simple loose-fitting blue dress, period-appropriately modest but still short enough to move around in. Now though, once the swirling ribbons fell and the colored smoke and glitter dissipated into the air, Odette was in nothing but a white leotard and black ballet shoes, the leotard strapless and embroidered with pearls and feathers and lace and thin black boning. They were all seated in the front, so he could see every detail, every individual feather draped on the underside of her arm, the otherworldly white lashes and pearl in the middle of the forehead, the thin black swirls of eyeliner on her face and sad, swoopy brows and bold black lipstick forming a pout, like an infinitely more attractive version of an old french mime. The white-dyed tips in ink black hair and rich, dark brown eyes and the gentle outward curve of her nose. The freckles on her shoulders and cheeks, dotting her hauntingly beautiful olive-creme skin. the flat chest and narrow, boyish hips...

He looked at the playbill again, to find the name of this incredible being.

There were two names on the bill, one for uncursed Odette, and one for cursed Odette. He skimmed past the first to get to the second.

Nico diAngelo.

He smiled. "Hey, Jason, you took intro to dance right?" I asked, pointing at the name on the bill. "Do you know her?"

"Him. And yeah, we've been friends for years."

"Wait... Him?" He looked back at the stage. "... So that's a guy up there?"

"Yeah."

"... Wow... He's very pretty."

Zora giggled. "Silly daddy, you're s'posed to say handsome for boys! You only say pretty about girls!"

"He's not, though." I told her, lost in thought. "He's... Pretty. The way girls are pretty."

"Huh... So boys can be pretty too?"

"Yes, dear. They absolutely can."

"So... Does that mean girls can be handsome?"

"Oh yeah." Jason answered. "If you want an example, I can pull up a picture of my sister."

"Jason!" Percy scolded.

Jason snorted. "She'd take that as a compliment and you know it."

#yes I know I said I'd wait until 50 notes but I just couldn't wait that long #nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackson #ballet au #percico #jason grace

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trashcatsnark · 2 years ago

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Some Cyberpunk NPC Fashion Headcanons: Misty, Judy, and Panam

Okay, so this has been burning in the back of my brain for five thousand years- as an unfashionable fatass loser who loves the idea of clothes and style in theory, I project this love onto fictional characters. Mostly my oc, but also canon characters. So, of course in game characters wear one outfit but I've developed kind of my own idea of what their style would be based both off those canon outfits and the vibes I get~

If you disagree, that's your business- but I'm having fun with the barbie dolls rn.

Misty- Cozy quirky goth gf

dresses in quirky goth fashion or like a victorian ghost, no in between

eclectic as fuck

cozy sweaters are always a favorite though

dresses with peter pan collars, i have no explanation, i just feel it

those kitschy chunky earrings that are like little raisin boxes or like weird clown babydolls

general kitsch touches, she likes things a little weird, keeps life interesting

**crystals~**

definitely has a purse or bag with thousand of weird little pins and keychains- she sees the value of minimalism but she just loves weird cute little things

fishnets and different patterned tights

weird chunky boots

Examples:

Judy- Punk contrast techie

shorts and overalls obviously, always with a strap undone for the aesthetic~

idk why but i just get the vibe she loves asymmetry- one shoulder, asymmetrical cut out, fuck yeah

and like contrasting patterns and stuff, like shorts and pants with mismatching legs

i see her in bright plaid punk pants, it just fits the vibe, don't ask me why

crop tops more often than not- likes showing off her tattoos

bushido merch

not a big jewelry gal but she likes a fun belt

has to have pockets- do not get her on the topic of non-functional pockets

feel like she probably has tattooed on eyeliner, not her full eyeliner look is tattooed- but like a base layer of it is

has band merch shirts and clothes too for sure, she's passionate about her interests and will wear them with pride

Examples:

Panam- Nomad tomboy gremlin

fashion isn't exactly a huge priority in the nomad world, but Panam still has her taste- notably her love of bodysuits

also does love the off the shoulder look- but finding bras that work with it and her tits is the bane of her existence

Bras are generally the bane of her existence- you wanna hear a rant ask this woman about having the underwire snap in her last good bra and stabbing her in the tit when she's 4 hours into a 12 hour drive and miles away from civilization

cargo pants, torn jeans, and ratty shorts

so many of her clothes are torn

tattered old crop tops and tanks

almost always has her aldecaldo jacket thrown over whatever she's wearing- even if it clashes

also not a big jewelry person, just not super practical- her and a friend in the clan tried to piece their own ears when they were kids and all they did was earn themselves some nasty infections

this girl has camo pants, idk if that's my brain associating her with 6th street from that one gig or the connection between aldecaldos and vets- this girl has camo pants

more of her clothes are stolen from other aldecaldos than she'd care to admit

Examples (ignore the jewelry in some of these):

Bonus Round:

My V (Aidan Becker)- crouching punk hidden pastel

leather jacket 9 times out of 10 (definitely stole it off a corpse)

black crop tops, stomach almost always showing

ripped pants and shorts, often with fishnets beneath

subtle hidden touches of cute stuff, like she'll take off her combat boots and have pink heart socks on beneath

skirts when she's feeling fancy or slutty

flannels for pops of colors occasionally

if she's not one arm raise away from flashing her tits- whats the point?

only wears bras if they're meant to be seen

bright blue nail polish always

teddy bear hoodie when she's home alone and vibing- very few have seen it, embarrassed by it- but it's very cozy

Examples:

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #misty olszewski #judy alvarez #panam palmer #yes including my v was incredibly self indulgent #no i dont care #don't know if i'll do the men since like kerry has dramatic punk rocker fashion johnny who has a more casual punk rock #then fucking river who probably buys though 5 packs of mens tank tops from the dollar store and calls it good #like we got two punk rockers and a quote unquote straight man in an ugly jacket so not quite as much variety to dig into #anyway it was 3 am and i was bored have my stupid thoughts

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witch-city · 3 years ago

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your twelve days of christmas

marvel masterlist | marvel headcanons | navigation

yelena belova x reader

a/n: i was stretching it a little bit on some of these, but you get the picture...enjoy!

warnings: none! pure, tooth-rotting fluff!

requests are open!

as much as yelena LOVES american holidays and traditions, she's not very clear on all of them

like trick-or-treating

she honestly thought that it was like a truth or dare thing where the trick-or-treater would choose one and that's what they would get

and last new years, when you were visiting your family with her, she nearly grabbed her gun when your family members opened doors and yelled that something was rushing out the door

you had to physically restrain her, which was very hard by the way, just to explain to her that new years tradition

her most recent confusion was about the 12 days of christmas song

she thought that it was a tradition for americans to give their loved ones gifts on the twelve days leading up until christmas

december 14

on december 14, yelena gave you 12 pieces of paper in a jar

needless to say, you were very confused

but when you looked closer at those pieces of paper, you noticed her handwriting on them

you pulled the slips of paper out of the jar and read each one

it took you a moment to realize that she was listing twelve reasons why she loved you

her reasons went as such:

you let me protect you

you listen and try to understand

you never judge me

you try to take care of me (even when i don't want you to)

you can always make me laugh

you enjoy eating the food i cook

you make me smile when you smile

your beautiful, perfect face

you don't mind my family no matter how annoying they are

you are gentle and thoughtful

you never second-guess choosing me

you are you, and that's enough

december 15

on december 15, yelena gave you 11 HUGE bouquets of all of the colors of the rainbow

the flowers she chose were:

calla lily (white)

azalea (pink)

rose (red)

tulip (orange)

sunflower (yellow)

carnation (green)

blue daisy (light blue)

iris (blue)

lavender (indigo)

lilac (purple)

winter pansy (black)

december 16

on december 16, yelena took you to a nearby bowling alley

for every pin you did (or didn't) knock down, of which there are 10, she gave you a kiss

for one game, that would be like 20 kisses

and you didn't play just once

december 17

on december 17, yelena gave you a 3 year old cat (with 9 lives)

it was a BEAUTIFUL fluffy ragdoll

it was mainly white with brownish-greyish bits on the tail and face

you literally fell in love with it

yelena explained to you that she had gotten her from a shelter and she was about to be put down since nobody wanted her

you named her dima, which means "strong warrior"

december 18

on december 18, yelena gave you 8 pies

of course, yelena made them all herself

how? you had no clue

nevertheless, they were AMAZING

she had made:

cherry pie

pecan pie

pumpkin pie

blueberry pie

apple pie

peach pie

coconut cream pie

december 19

on december 19, yelena gave you tickets for 7 separate vacations to each of the seven continents of the world

they were planned for the summer, of course

naturally, you were very excited

december 20

on december 20, yelena gave you a simple little poem that she wrote with 6 lines

she wrote:

"once i sat engaged and blessing, remembering many romances, beloved desires, when my heart got stuck in the briars.

i awoke and flung the feeling; shook and spun off nature's dart, realizing i was the bur upon your heart.

yelena <3"

december 21

on december 21, yelena took you on a day trip through all 5 of the boroughs in new york

on your little trip, you saw or went on:

the bronx zoo and new york botanical garden in the bronx

the brooklyn bridge and dyker heights in brooklyn

the rockefeller center tree and times square in manhattan

museum of the moving image and cunningham park in queens

the staten island ferry and the boat graveyard in staten island

december 22

on december 22, yelena introduced you to the fantastic four

johnny, of course, tried his hardest to get your number, but stopped after his sister, sue, gave him a dirty glare

ben was pretty intimidating

i mean, how could he not be

he was huge

but he was really nice

and so was sue and reed

ugh you loved sue immediately

she was so kind and friendly (and got her brother to stop flirting with you), so what was there not to like?

and reed talked the most, but he seemed really smart and nice

overall, a great experience

you thanked yelena with as many kisses as she would allow

december 23

on december 23, yelena gave you every movie from each of the star wars trilogies

that's a total of 19 hours and 39 minutes worth of star wars movies

naturally, you two spent the rest of the day, curled up on the couch while watching them together

well, you weren't watching the whole time

of course, sometimes one or both of you fell asleep or just had a conversation mid-movie

the movie wasn't that important to either of you though, so it was okay

december 24, christmas eve

on december 24, christmas eve, yelena gave you a pair of ice skates

yelena knew that you were interested in skating, so she thought to get you a pair

and these weren't just a crappy beginner's pair

no, not even close

these were literally over $100,000

like hello?? yelena?? what are you doing spending that much on a pair of ice skates

you were super grateful though

you ended up going out that night to a local skating rink and trying them out

(you loved them)

december 25, christmas day

and finally, on december 25, christmas day, yelena gave you a box

it was a simple, little, velvet box

there was no fancy decoration or anything

it was just a box

but how yelena gave it to you and its contents were not so simple

you opened it and saw a ring

a beautifully adorned ring with a HUGE diamond in the center

when you looked back to her, she was on one knee

she opened her mouth to make some huge speech about how much she loved you

but you didn't need to hear it

you already knew all about that

you didn't even give her a chance to talk

you just whispered a gentle 'yes' and kissed her like you never had before

and that was the greatest gift of all...not the ring

no, you couldn't care less about the ring

it was yelena that was the gift you cherished most

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova fluff #yelena belova headcanons #request #ficmas21 #mine.

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bittersweetmorality · 4 years ago

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OMG CAN U PLS WRITE A SUB CHUUYA SMUT I BEG

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE BABIE!! sub chuuya is my favorite chuuya 😋😋 sorry this took so long !! i was actually admitted to the hospital and .. YUH so i haven't been able to do literally anything for a bit. but ! i back. also i was listening to the Mitski cover of Let's Get Married the entire time i wrote this ANYWAY i hope u enjoy ^_^

— i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~ pt. 1

☾ pairing: sub!chuuya x GN!Reader (f!bodied reader in the next part, but no pronouns specified in either)

☾ summary: chuuya wants you to take care of him

☾ warnings: very suggestive themes, but no explicit smut (yet), making out, i think that's it

☾ a/n: HIHI Y'ALL. i'm currently writing the second part and it's basically finished, i just thought the only way to pace this fic out was by separating it into two part-- idk why it just seemed off to me if it wasn't. BUT ANYWAY ! SECOND PART OUT VERY VERY SOON !!! and it's literally filthy like ... lord have mercy

☾ w/c: 1,358

| PART TWO |

the entire evening, chuuya was barely being subtle about his feelings— his desire. light touches on your thigh that lasted a little too long not to arouse suspicion, kisses that lingered farther than they should’ve, and the dark look in his eyes as his gaze drank your figure.

even the most oblivious person could tell what was going on— chuuya was never one to hide his feelings, anyway. even at an extravagant event like the annual port mafia gala, he still managed to show enough PDA to make anyone uncomfortable.

pressing you against him on the dance floor, trying his best to subtly (but failing miserably) grind against you, bringing his face down to your neck.

“chuuya!” you yelped, as he nipped a small mark against your collarbone. “i told you, we’re leaving soon, can’t you calm down for just another 10 minutes?”

you weren’t against PDA— of course not. you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be his girlfriend. but, you just wished that he would be professional for this one night and hold himself together so you didn’t have to shield your eyes from the stares of mafia members.

“aw, are you flustered?” his movements were slightly sloppy from his light alcohol consumption, and you could feel his smirk against your skin. you scoffed, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing ever so slightly for him to look you in the eyes.

he didn’t move an inch.

“no. i’m not flustered, chuuya,” you tried again, with more force this time. “i just—“ again. he still didn’t budge.

with a huff, and your patience running dangerously thin, you grabbed his chin harshly. his eyes instantly met yours, big and full of surprise.

“we’re going. now.” your voice wasn’t loud, but it would be nothing if not powerful; stern.

you had his undivided attention now.

he blinked dumbly a few times before snapping back to reality, and doing his best to regain some semblance of composure “ahem— the gala doesn’t end for another half an hour, babe. we’re in no rush, are we~” he moved in to steal another kiss, his eyes dark and his hands lingering.

your jaw tensed, and your grip on him even rougher now, “did you hear what i said? now.” you nothing but growled lowly in his ear.

you swear you could hear his breath hitch in his throat, but at that moment your frustration ran far too high to find the means to care. you grabbed his hand, speeding to the front hostess, and giving her a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ as she returned your fancy dress-coats.

as the two of you rode back to your shared apartment, the tension in the air could be sliced with a knife. you noticed that way the red-head seemed to shrink in the passenger seat; but most certainly not out of fear. intimidated was the better word— and as if he wanted to know what you were going to do next.

you’ve never acted like this before, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

“chuuya, baby, why didn’t you listen to me when I told you to tone it down?” you questioned. your tone wasn’t completely calmed down yet, but it was significantly more gentle than at the event.

he scoffed, “can’t help it when you dressed up like that, doll~” he attempted at teasing you and taking more control, despite his inner dilemma.

something about the way he thought he always had complete control just made you want to ruin him. you just gave him a small smile, planting a small kiss on his cheek and saying nothing else.

by the end of the night, you just knew you would make sure he listened to every command you gave him.

for the remainder of the way home, you barely gave him any attention, simply turning on your music and keeping your focus on the road. his neediness didn’t subside; if anything, it only got more heated. he still had one hand on your thigh, stroking lightly and squeezing occasionally, whispering sweet nothings like, ‘can’t wait to get you home,’ and ‘want you so bad.’

you couldn’t agree more.

finally unlocking the front door and stepping in, you were instantly met with a messy kiss from chuuya, his arms beginning to snake around your waist.

oh god, was your patience running thin with him tonight.

you grabbed him by both of his wrists, pinning them by the sides of his head and looking him straight in the eyes, “you should know by now, you’re not calling the shots tonight, baby.”

chuuya was never one to give up quickly, you knew. it wasn’t going to be easy to get him to submit to you, but damnit, you were going to make this man beg on his knees for you to fuck him.

he groaned into your mouth as you kissed him roughly, gently poking your tongue out to brush against his pink lips in question. instead, his lips sealed immediately, breaking away from your kiss and looking into your eyes with a dark gaze.

oh, you knew this would be difficult.

“let go of my hands,” he growled.

“or what? what’re you gonna do about it, sweetheart?” you cooed in his ear. you could feel his muscles tense under your hold as if he was about to break out, but you quickly moved in retaliation. You caged him in with your body and bringing your knee up to brush against his growing bulge. “hm... you want me to let go, but it seems like you’re enjoying this just as much as i am, sweetheart~”

his brow quirked upward, the way it does when he doesn’t know what to say for himself. his body was betraying him. without realizing it, he was finally able to submit to you— throughout the entire evening, the butterflies in the pit of his stomach were purely anticipation.

anticipation for what you were going to do to him.

yet, he still attempted to break out of your hold, feeling the strain in your hold. he was much stronger than you-- you both were well aware of this. if he really wanted to break out and take control, he could. of course, you wouldn't let this remain unspoken between you.

"something the matter, hun?~ you want your hands free?" you whisper, letting your voice run low and your breath fan against his ear, "hm? if you want it so bad, then do it. you know i wouldn't stop you~"

you gave him his time, never rushing him to make the final decision, you wanted chuuya to as comfortable and content with everything.

suddenly, you felt the tension in his wrists go limp. you expected to feel reluctance radiating from him, in his eyes, in his actions. instead, you were met with his blue eyes, big and round and trusting. he relaxed into you.

he was yours.

you chuckled lowly in his ear, basking in your victory for a short moment before beginning to lead him to your shared bedroom. you wanted to make sure the entire experience was perfect,

just for him.

suddenly, you felt a light tug against the fingers wrapped around your hand, ever so slight that if you weren't giving him your undivided attention, you may have missed it.

you looked back at your boyfriend, immediately being able to pinpoint his nervousness.

"hey... chuuya, baby," you whisper, cupping his face gently. "if you don't want to do this, that's okay. hm? i promise, okay?"

he moved his gaze up to meet your eyes earnestly.

"take care of me... please," he said under his breath.

your heart swelled at his words. you knew just how much courage it took for him to say it, and how much trust he had in you for him to mean it.

"oh, honey... don't you worry..." you coo, pulling him flush against you, chest-to-chest. despite his nervous appearance, you could feel his arousal press up against you-- straining against his slacks. oh, he definitely wanted this.

"i'm going to take such good care of you, baby~"

masterlist

#chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya drabble #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x y/n #bsd imagines #bsd fanfic #bsd x you #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd smau #morality.reqs

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ilici · 4 years ago

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Summary: Karl finally hand delivers the bunny tail to Y/N and finds out she works at a Bunny Maid Cafe.

{Numbers mean Bunny Cafe}

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2809

Karl was now getting off the plane, as he walked to the baggage claim to get his suitcase. Niki and Karl had hid this from Y/N the entire time, making her think he wasn’t coming at all. Once he had his luggage, he was soon looking around for Niki, who instead was picking up Karl instead of picking up Y/N. Seeing her bright pink hair, he walked towards her a bright smile on his face, “Karl!” Niki said once she saw his fluffy brown hair. “Hey!” He said, pulling her into a quick hug, “How was the fly?” She asked, and Karl shrugged, “It would have been better if I wasn’t seated next to an old man who was snoring the entire time.” He said, which made Niki giggle. “I told you I would have gotten you first class, but you denied it.” She said, as the two walked towards her car.

“Yeah yeah.” He mumbled putting his suitcase in the trunk, “I am picking her up from work right? How long is the drive to your house?” He asked, not wanting to be late to pick her up. “Just down the road actually, but Y/N’s work is a ten minute drive. I’ll text her and tell her that I am picking her up instead, but it will actually be you driving my car. She usually is in the back, cleaning, so just wait for her outside.” She said, as she pulled into her driveway. “You weren’t joking when you said it was right down the road.” He mumbled, looking around seeing they lived in a somewhat secluded area. “Yeah, well, I will take your stuff into your room, you should head to her work. I’ll send the directions to you.” She told him, and he got out of the passenger seat, going to the drivers seat. While he was pulling out, his phone dinged indicating that Niki sent him the address for her work.

Pulling it open while watching the road, he saw that he led him to a place called ‘Coney Cafe’. Pushing the directions for it, the monotone robotic voice spoke up, telling him the way. Listening to it, he played some music to fill in the silence when the robot wasn’t speaking. As he was driving, he became more and more nervous, he didn’t know how he’d react or how Y/N would react. His heart was beating through his chest, and he gulped when he saw the little cafe appear in his line of vision. It was small and cute, from what he could see. Getting out, as it was still day light he locked Niki’s car, slowly walking into the cafe. His eye’s nearly bulged out of his skull when he saw three girls in an outfit similar to the ones Y/N was showing him days before. He looked around, seeing only one guy in a outfit that matched a butler, but settled on his head was a pair of bunny ears.

Karl’s first thought was he was at the wrong place, but when he saw a pair of white bunny ears on a similar set of hair, he froze. Y/N slowly walked out, in a white latex outfit, that was identical to Mai’s, and a pair of red knee high socks. He saw her carrying a tray of what seemed to be buns, and she kindly greeted a stranger giving them their desired food. Turning around, Karl locked eyes with E/C eyes, and he felt the breath get knocked out of him. Her eyes were adorned with red eyeshadow that matched her socks, “Karl?” Y/N said shocked, and Karl just let his eyes travel over her slowly, “Hey..” He said, nervously scratching the back of his neck. Sadly, he couldn’t see her smile as it was covered with a mask, that had the cafe’s name on it. “You’re here?!” She said shocked, and he sheepishly nodded his head. “I’m here.” He said, adjusting the mask on his nose, as it kept slipping from him speaking.

“How, what? when?” She asked confused, walking towards him slowly, only then did he realize their height difference. She was about Y/H, and her eye’s seemed much more innocent looking in person. “You work at a maid cafe?” He asked, and Y/N nodded her head, “Niki recommended it, she knew how much I liked wearing stuff like this, and she saw this cafe when she was out getting a tour from Wilbur.” She explained, as she led him to a table to sit him. “Wait here while I finish up.” She said, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that Karl was in the UK sitting, waiting, for her. The only way she recognized him was by the hair, the eyes, and the light blue Sapnap hoodie he wore that stuck out like a thumb. She knew something fishy was going on, because Corpse accidentally said Karl wouldn’t answer her for hours since he was on a plane. Before she could even ask, Corpse laughed and said, ‘Joking’ before hanging up.

She smiled and waved goodbye to her boss, who was always helping around the cafe whenever she was able to. “Bye Notori!” She said, as her boss waved back with a smile that was hidden behind her mask. Sighing, Y/N was mentally groaning because she had to open today, which meant she was awake since 4 this morning. Walking back out from the door that read ‘Staff Only’ she tapped Karl’s shoulder, “Do you want anything before we go? I usually fix myself a cup of Boba.” She said, and Karl just looked at the menu that was on the wall. “Yeah, I want to try the red velvet boba?” He asked, somewhat confused. Y/N smiled, “That’s new actually, it’s milk tea with red food coloring, and boba pearls that taste like red velvet cake.” She explained to him, going behind fixing their drinks. As Y/N made their drinks, Karl couldn't help but look at how amazing her body was, “Like what you see?” He heard a voice behind him, and he turned around coming face to face with the guy he saw earlier.

“I’m Vincent, but I prefer Vince.” He said, holding out a gloved hand to Karl. Karl hesitantly shook it, “You like her, don’t you?” He asked, and Karl’s face went bright red. He was thankful his mask covered his blush, “What makes you think that?” He asked, and Vince just grinned. “I’m like her older brother, I can tell.” He said, leaning in, “She likes you too. She hasn’t shut up about you since she met you.” He whispers, which made Karl have a boost of confidence. “So, where are you from?” Vince suddenly asked, changing the subject rather quickly, “Uh. Oh, I am from North Carolina.” He said, and Vince nodded, “So what made you work at a place like this?” Karl asked, noting he was the only boy here. “My mother owns the shop, we originally had the shop in Japan, but we moved here for better business, and because my step father lives here.” He explained, and Y/N walked back with two drinks in her hands.

“Hey Vince!” Y/N chirped happily, and Vince just patted Y/N head, ruffling her hair a bit purposely messing up her bunny ears. Y/N’s pout was not visible, as she ordered him to fix her hair and ears. “You’re lucky I have my hands occupied.” She mumbled to him, as Karl watched the two interact like actual siblings. “Oh! Here Karl.” She said, handing him is red drink, he looked at it closely before he noticed how shiny it looked. “Why is it so shiny?” He asked, confused. “I added some edible glitter into yours, special treat since you flew this way to see me.” She shrugged, as the two walked out. “Oh well thanks.” He mumbled, as they got into the car. “My feet hurt.” Y/N instantly whined, taking off her white heels. Karl looked over at her sympathetically, “How long were you walking around in those?” He asked, and Y/N took her mask off revealing her lower half of her face.

Karl’s eyes immediately went to her lips, and he watched her bite her bottom lip in thought. Her lips looked so soft, that he wanted to just reach out and touch them, but he held himself back. “Well, it is now 3 pm, so maybe 11 hours?” She said, and Karl looked over at her completely shocked. “11 hours?!” He said, bewildered, and Y/N simply nodded. “When we get to the house, you are going to change into comfortable clothes and I am giving you a foot massage.” He ordered, and Y/N looked over at him trying to think of ways to ruin the moment. “Karl.. do you have a foot kink..?” She asked, trying to pretend to be concerned. Karl let out a snort, and a few giggles as he drove shaking his head “No I do not.” He said, and Y/N laughed breaking out of character, “Okay good, that would have been a deal breaker.” She said, and Karl just laughed, as they drove back in peace.

After a short 10 minute silence, Y/N looked over at Karl, who was sipping on his boba. “Has anyone ever told you that your lips perfect for kissing?” She asked out of the blue, making Karl nearly choke. Quickly putting his drink down, he looked over at Y/N as they were now at a red light. “Pardon?” He asked, and Y/N just shrugged, “Nothing nothing.” She said, looking out of her window, and Karl just gaped at her. Hearing a honk, Karl snapped out of his trance and quickly pressed on the gas, turning left. “How long will you be staying?” Y/N asked, and Karl’s brain went numb at the fact that she could act like nothing happened. “Maybe a couple days, weeks.” He said, shrugging and Y/N just nodded. “Did you get the tail?” Karl nodded, “Yeah I did, you can pin it onto your outfits.” He said, “It’s actually under your seat if you want to get it.” He told her, pointing to the floor board.

Y/N reached down and grabbed a bag, pulling it up she looked seeing a ball of fur. Smiling, she grabbed it and took it out, examining it, “It’s so cute.” She said, feeling it, and put it on her lap. “Thank you.” She said, and looked over at Karl, as he drove. “Of course.” He mumbled, and finally pulled into the driveway. Y/N grinned and was about to open her door, before Karl yelled a quick ‘stop!’ which caused her to freeze. Seeing Karl now in front of her door, he opened it, and grabbed her heels and quickly picked her up from the seat. Y/N squealed, wrapping her arms around Karl’s neck so she felt more secure. Shutting her door with his foot, he walked to the porch, and reached forward, opening the door with one of his hands, holding Y/N up by his knee. Walking inside, he asked Y/N to lead him to his room, and finally they made it.

Placing her on her bed, he grinned, “You said your feet ached, so I am letting you take a break from walking.” He said, and Y/N’s heart fluttered at that, “Thank you.” She said, looking away to hide the very obvious blush that was creeping up to her cheeks. “I will be right back, be changed when I get back.” He told her, before he walked out shutting her door behind him. Looking around for Niki, he finally found her in the kitchen, “Where’s the room I will be staying in?” He asked, and Niki led him to a room upstairs, the left of Y/N’s. Walking inside, he noticed it was a neat room, it was a light grey and had its own streaming set up. He figured the room had it, since Wilbur would stay over from time to time. Unpacking, he changed into a pair of sweats, and a Harry Potter sweater. Walking out and back to Y/N’s he knocked, “Come in!” He heard Y/N’s voice.

Walking inside, he was welcomed with the sight of Y/N’s now disheveled hair, bare face, and her in a pajama set. “You look comfortable.” He reasoned, and Y/N just smiled, patting the spot beside of her, “I have Winnie the pooh playing.” She said, and Karl sat beside of her, and pulled her feet onto his lap softly. Y/N relaxed into the pillows behind her, as Karl massaged her feet. “I figured we could have a Disney marathon tonight.” She said, and Karl looked over at her, and grinned. “I’d love that.” He said, before finishing up his massage. After the movie ended, the two were now cuddled close together, “Y/N..” Karl whispered, seeing if she was still awake. Y/N hummed, turning over to face Karl. Now they were face to face, their lips inches away from each other. “I wanted to tell you something.” He said, looking at her features up close.

Y/N nodded her head, motioning for him to continue, both of their hearts beating rather quickly. “I really enjoy talking to you, and I enjoy seeing you every time we FaceTime.” He started, and Y/N smiled, “I really like you, Y/N. I know you don’t like long distance, but I will wait for you if I have to.” He said, and Y/N looked at him, her breath caught in her throat. “I like you too. It’s just I am so scared, I know you wouldn’t cheat or anything, I am afraid the distance will destroy everything. Especially with cover going on, you never know when the next travel ban will be.” She explained, “But I am willing to see if it will work.” She mumbled. Karl smiled, before both of their phones simultaneously dinging. Grabbing their phones, their eyes widened before they both laughed. ‘REPORT UK IS NOW UNDER TRAVEL BAN UNTIL THE BEGINNING OF MAY.’ “Looks like you’re stuck with me bunny girl.” Karl said, looking at her, and Y/N laughed.

“What about Jimmy’s youtube?” Y/N asked worried, and Karl just shook his head, “It’s okay, I will be streaming still, and I can just join Jimmy from FaceTime. I can also join the gaming videos no matter what, I just won’t be in the real life videos.” He said, and Y/N frowned, “Are you sure you are okay with that?” She asked, and he nodded his head, “Things happen in mysterious ways Y/N. I mean look at us, we met through Niki forgetting to mute her mic.” He said, and Y/N laughed at the memory, “Yeah that is true.” She said, and looked away in thought. “I’m getting a call.” Karl said, and answered it putting it on speaker, motioning for Y/N to be quiet. “Hello?” Karl answered, and Sapnap’s voice came from Karl’s phone. “Hey! I just saw that the UK is in a travel ban, which means you are stuck there.” He said, and Karl hummed, “Yeah I am.” He said, and Sapnap chuckled as another voice spoke up.

“If you don’t end up getting with Y/N by the time the travel ban lifts, I will meet you at the airport, and openly punch you.” Dream spoke up, and Karl laughed, “I will allow you to do that.” He said, and Sapnap spoke up, “If you don’t date her, our wedding in minecraft is off and I will marry Quackity only.” He said, and Karl gasped, “Now that’s just too far.” Karl said, and Dream’s muffled laugh came through, “That’s just messed up.” Dream said, and Sapnap just scoffed, “Screw you guys.” He mumbled hanging up. Karl laughed and looked back at Y/N who was just smiling at him. “What?” He asked, seeing Y/N wanted to say something. “Nothing.” She said, teasingly, and Karl groaned, “Not this again, just tell me.”

“Maybe the universe wants this.” She said, motioning to each other, and Karl grinned nodding his head. “Let’s not make the universe mad, we already have a pandemic going on.” He said, and Y/N laughed nodding her head, “Agreed.” She whispered, looking at Karl’s lips. Karl bit his lip, his mind wondering back to how soft her lips look, finally wanting to know the truth. He grabbed her chin and brought her face closer, “Let’s see.” He whispered to himself, as their lips were now inches apart. “See what?” She asked, clueless, and Karl smirked, “How soft they really are.”

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angelisverba · 5 years ago

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come out, come out wherever you are

in which y/n agrees to do something really stupid, and harry is a bit of a shit

word count: 5k

pairing: vampire!h and y/n (different au from my other vamp!h fics, though)

warnings: drug use, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of blood (duh, he’s a vampire).

author’s note: okay so i know that i put vampire!h in the pairing, but this h is a wierd succubus x demon x vampire mix where he can feed off the emotions he wants to?? i’ll explain it in the story. enjoy your reading :)

She shouldn’t have agreed to play hide and seek in a cornfield.

At night.

During a full moon.

On Halloween.

Y/n’s logic always disappeared when she was… under the influence. Whether that be with alcohol or other sorts of… fun substances. That was not to say that she was an alcoholic, or a drug addict, she just… hated to be a party popper. When her roommate invited her to college parties, she didn’t say no to the red solo cup because she knew that some way or another, she would end up giving in by the end of the night. Or when it was just her and her closest friends passing around a freshly rolled joint, she didn’t say no because she didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that she enjoyed it… most of the time.

This? This was not one of those times.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Josephine, her roommate, had barged into her room with a smile over her lips as the brightness of her phone lit up her face from the bottom up, casting spooky shadows since y/n’s room was dark and she was falling asleep.

“Y/n, look!” She said, turning the phone so beams that felt like they came from hell illuminated y/n’s pinched face, marks from her pillow decorating the place above her lip. She mumbled something, and Josephine kept speaking, “Travis just sent me an invitation to one of the frat’s Halloween parties! Come with me, it’s gonna be so much fun!”

And to get her to leave her room, she agreed. She must have, because the next morning as she was getting ready for her 10 a.m. literature class, she was bombarded with a series of costume ideas and questions about what was considered cheesy or overdone. Josephine had made it clear that it was okay that they didn’t match, especially because of their differences in clothing choices. Jo was more risqué, and y/n liked to dress in what she felt comfortable in.

It didn’t take her a long time to figure out what she was going to go as for Halloween. That same morning, just before she walked into class, y/n stopped to stare at a framed art print in the hallway.

La Belle Dame sans Merci by John Keats was a poem that she knew by heart, and the painting was one that she could get lost in for hours. Stopping to stare at it before walking into class was not an unusual occurrence for her, but that time an idea came to her, almost like it was written in the long locks of her red hair.

Y/n would go as a Victorian princess. The dresses had always fascinated her, with the intricate lace details and elegant rippled of muslin fabric that flounced in a puff around the hips of Countess, or trailed behind the average cottage girl as she frolicked in fields full of daisies. She could picture it in her mind, and it made her giddy to know that there was a possibility she could look as pretty as one of the poet’s muses. She spent the entirety of the class switching from writing notes to browsing the five pages worth of gowns on Amazon, looking for something pretty yet within her price range.

By the end of the period she’d had what she wanted in her cart. A baby-blue wisp of a dress with intricate lace detailing at the neckline that curved like the top-hald of a heart to cup her breasts. The sleeves bunched around her arms mid-bicep, and scrunched again around her wrists, the transparent fabric looking as if her arms were wrapped in the sky. Built in ribbing created a corset that added an extra curve to her waist to make way for the heaps of fabric that exploded from her hips and cascaded down to the floor like the foaming spray of a waterfall.

It fit like a dream. When it arrived a few days before the party she dropped everything she was doing to try it on. The moment Josephine patted her shoulder to tell her that she was finished zipping up the back, y/n twirled around in the limited space of their dorm room to see herself in the narrow mirror at the end of her bed.

Every penny she had spent on it was worth it. Sure, it was snug around the bust and refrained her lungs from expanding the extra millimeter they needed, but it made her feel… nice. Pretty. She liked the way it cinched her waist, how her wrists looked dainty covered in the lacy ends of the sleeves, and the way her breasts looked… accentuated by the frilly detail.

Jo had squealed once she had a full look at her friend, and wouldn’t stop talking about how good they were going to look walking in together. She was going as Cat-Woman, complete with the latex suit, boots, mask, and all. She looked every bit as fantastic as y/n, only on opposite ends of the Halloween costume spectrum.

Building up to the day of the party, the pair talked make-up and hair details, both of which Josephine would be taking care of because she was better at them. At one point, y/n thinks she even dreamt about making a grand-entrance, boys and girls gawking at how amazing she looked, and the most handsome guy stepping forth to profess his undying love for her.

Which wasn't really how it went the night of, but she attained the same satisfaction.

The party was located a little ways away from the city, at a plantation-style frat house in-front of a huge cornfield. Carved pumpkins with candles illuminating them from the inside out lined the pathway up to the front-doors, the trees nearby created crunchy pathways of orange and yellow leaves, and the moon was out; yawning tiredly, but glowing an eerie yellow color over the scene.

It looked like the opening scene of a horror film.

Y/n did receive a lot of stares, though. Most of them were from guys whose beady little eyes pointed straight to her chest, and the ones she got from girls were on the nastier side of envy. She could tell. But, oddly enough, she liked the attention.

Josephine y/n’s hand and led her through the mass of costumed-bodies. There was a variety of ‘sexy’ professions (the usual: nurses, cops, cowgirls, and school girls) and those that come from fandoms (Hogwarts’s students, Eleven from Stranger Things, Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction, multiple heroes from the Avengers) or those that came for shits and giggles (T-rex blow-up costumes with tiny hands, Joe Exotic, sumo-wrestlers, those things that sway outside car-dealerships, and even a Trojan condom packet). There was a lot to see, and honestly, it was beginning to overwhelm y/n.

Not only was it slightly disorienting to see everyone disguised, the interior itself was something to look at. Chandeliers and velvet sofas, gold lamps and fancy carpets and curtains. The epitome of privilege. She felt trampled, every once a while there was a tug on the ends of her dress.

“How about a shot to start off the night, y/n?” Josephine asked her, hooking a latex coated arm around hers. The music was a rumble on the backs of their heads, shaking them through and through as some nameless rapper sang of drugs, sex, and money. What it always came down to.

She agreed, and took the plastic shot cup. On normal nights, she would’ve usually required some type of coaxing, but not then. Y/n was almost looking for the hangover the next morning. She wanted fun.

Three shots later and her fingers were dragging in front of her face. Her knees were wobbly and cheeks tinged with spirits. Everything was funny and if you asked her what two plus two was she’d tell you five. There was a new swagger in her step, and some might say that was the influenced hand-eye coordination, but to her it was newfound confidence. She felt good, she looked good, and she was having a damn good time. Laughing, making the best conversation she’d ever made, and when Jo suggested they go dance, she danced the best she’d ever had.

And sure, she was drunk out of her mind. A light weight. Everything was under a glamourized rose filter. It only made sense that the crowd parted like the Red Sea at God’s feet.

Y/n’s lungs stopped working the moment her eyes locked with his.

He was her counterpart. Literally.

Dressed in a navy blue Victorian prince’s suit decked in gold trim and gold medals pinned to the breast. The tan pants that hugged his muscular thighs like they were made just for him, and his hair was slicked back. Jaw a sharp, smug line that worked as he popped a piece of pink bubblegum between his molars. A gleam of appreciation sparking in the forest of his eyes as they raked a path on her figure.

It was like the work around them stopped, put on pause by some higher power so they could relish the moment of their discovery. What was that shit called? Divine Intervention? The millisecond before and after and between the time Eve’s teeth sunk into the taught skin of that forbidden red apple, and the snake’s tongue slithered out to see her. He was a stranger to y/n, but it seemed as if the feeling he stirred deep in the core of her being was one she’d always known, one from a past life. Besides her, Jo stopped doing whatever lucrative dance she was doing to see what had caught her friend’s attention. Y/n stood, tongue dry, feet glued to the ground as the handsome stranger approached her, a clear path in front of him.

Then, he takes one step forward and whatever conversation he had been involved with before was no longer of importance. Besides her, Jo stopped doing whatever lucrative dance she was doing to see what had caught her friend’s attention. Y/n stood, tongue dry, feet glued to the ground as the handsome stranger approached her, a clear path in front of him.

“Oh,” Jo huffed in her ear, “he’s hot.”

“I-Is he?...” Y/n’s question died on her tongue.

“Coming right for you, girl. Good luck,” Jo pressed a kiss to her cheek and disappeared in the crowd.

The stranger stops closer than she would have thought him to; a finger away from her nose, and when he spoke, she could feel the vibrations of his speech through her breasts where they nearly grazed his chest.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met before... princess?” His voice is deep, raspy and filled with grooves like the bark on a tree. He mocks a bow (given their costumes) and their nose touch before he straightens again. Up close, y/n can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, and she hopes her mouth doesn’t stink (it probably does, given the alcohol she’d had). A chilled palm grips her bicep, and the fabric of her sleeve sinks under his touch, “Would you like to get off this shitty dance floor and speak somewhere else?” He asks her.

Her heart is pounding and she wonders if he can hear it because she certainly can, rushing in a taunting, roaring stream past her eardrums. Y/n nodded her agreement; yes, she did want to speak with him. A thrum of warmth comes from where he holds her, and he tugs her so that she’s standing in front of him, her back touching his chest as he pushes her through the crowd.

Her fingers shake as she lifts the fabric of her dress to avoid tripping, and her saliva goes thick. Not because of what might happen, but because the man who ripped her bicep tenderly, like she was made of the most fragile china, was the most good-looking man she had ever seen. Her mind ran images of things to compare him to, and almost all of them were of the Greek statues put up in museums for all to admire.

He leads her past the crowd and the kitchen where everyone was making drinks, past the wrap around stairs on the inside of the house, and even past the calmer sitting areas where couples were making out or groups of friends passed a smoking joint. He leads her right through the open back doors of the house so they faced the seemingly endless cornfield and the barn that was a speck behind it. The deck was less populated than the couches where kids smoked weed, but y/n guessed that it wasn’t to his liking because instead of turning off to the side so they could have a much less strained… conversation, he continued to walk- this time standing beside her instead of behind her.

Grass crunched under their feet as they got closer to the stalks of corn. Confused, y/n spared a glance to what she was leaving, and then to him. He stared straight ahead, but she caught his eyes flickering in her direction, and a smirk quirking cockily on his lips before they returned to the yawning face of the moon.

There was a short wooden fence separating the house from the cornfield that reached her hip, and he stopped there.

“Finally,” he sighed, “Some peace and quiet.” He makes a gesture to the fence, and pops his gum.

Dizzied, the tequila still in her head, she watches his tongue gather the gum back into his mouth, his lips shining with his own spit. Y/n doesn’t register that the movement towards the fence was his way of telling her to take a seat on the wooden bars.

“C’mere,” he murmured. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her up so she could sit on the wooden fence, and her hands went to his wrists instinctively, trying to keep herself steady.

Suddenly out of breath, her eyes shot straight up to his. There’s no way he can’t hear my heart right now, she thinks. He’s so close to her, his breath on her face. He smelled like pink bubblegum, cologne, and a liquor much more sophisticated than what she had to drink. His eyes held the same spell that she felt she was under.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his hands still on her waist. He didn’t look like he was in a rush to step away from her, and that was okay because she didn’t want him to.

“Y/n,” she whispered. It was physically impossible to raise her voice any louder. The stupid corset was making it harder for her to breathe, along with the added pressure of being in his presence. “You?”

“Prince Harry, at your service,” he smiled then, and y/n got a glimpse of shockingly sharp canines. They had to be fake. Longer than most in length, and she swore she saw one of those cartoonish-diamond glitter at the knife-like tips of his teeth.

She pointed to his mouth and said, “Are you a vampire prince?”

He looked at her strangely, his brows furrowing and his tongue running along the inside of his cheeks. Then, he laughed. “Something like that.”

“I-” She was gonna say something along the lines of ‘I think you’re a very good looking vampire prince’ until he cut her off.

“How about we play a game?” One of his hands lifted from her waist, and she let go to steady herself by grabbing onto the plant. Y/n hoped that her dress wasn’t getting dirty, but the moment that Harry brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear it flew out the window.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into his touch like a purring kitten. She blamed her blatant carelessness on the alcohol. “A game?”

“Yes, y/n. A game,” he muttered, watching the way her eyes twitched under her eyelids.

“Which game?” Her eyes fluttered open again, and her breasts pushed against the corset as she took a deep breath, “I thought you wanted to talk?”

“Oh,”he glanced down, to her lips and for half a second, to the repressed mounds of her tits, “I promise the conversation is going to be much more interesting after a game of hide and seek.”

“Where would we even play t-that?”

“Right,” he pinched her chin with two fingers so that her lips smushed together, and gently tilted her head towards the field of corn. “There.”

That’s how she found herself, running for her life in the middle of a corn maze, at night, on Halloween.

What had started off as her giggling and running had soon into a panting, scared-shit-less run for no reason. Maybe it was because she just couldn’t get Harry off of her tail, or maybe it was that she was running with no direction into a cornfield she was sure was lost in. Maybe it was a combination of all those things.

Harry yelled, “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” and it only made her want to cry.

It was strange, really. Y/n didn’t know where this fear was coming from, it started out with them actually having fun, the tips of his fingers tugging at the fabric of the skirt before he let her run a bit, calling out how he was going to get her, how he was gonna catch the princess and she was giggling, turning to see him disappear when she turned.

Then he went quiet. The footsteps stopped. And his tone of voice dropped to something much more… sinister.

“Come out, little one,” he said, a clear whisper poured directly into her ear.

Y/n turned, and she felt him getting closer so she tried to run faster. But she was getting so, so tired, and it felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs. All she knew then was the moon, with her tired face, and the intimidating, tall stalks of corn.

Harry supposes that he’s doing her a favor. A lot of people wish they could run through a field wearing a dress like the one y/n has on. He was a bit of a shit, sure, setting her up for failure given he had abilities that she did not possess, but, he knew just as he knew the sky is blue- that she liked and wanted to walk into the corn field. Now, it wasn’t because Harry happens to be really good at reading people, no.

As an empath- one of the terms in the fine print of the being he was- he was able to connect into the funnel between her veins, the curved out thrum of what she was feeling. The witches he knew compared it to reading an aura, but it was much more than that. There was no need for interpretation of colors because it was like he was her, feeling what she was feeling. And she liked it.

Up until, of course, he switched up his game.

After a few minutes of running around and playing with her like she was a mouse, Harry decided that he wanted to scare her. He wanted to give her a taste of himself. He wanted her to be scared- to not like him. Because he was something that shouldn’t be liked. It was a sick thing, really, that he happened to be so good looking when he was a literal monster. Harry fucking drank human blood. He wasn’t something that should be thought of as Greek statues.

The part of him that remained human throughout the years felt bad for doing this to her. But, he had to. It made him feel better when he sunk his teeth into a victim’s skin. Almost like… he’d warned them, and it was their fault that they hadn’t taken the signal.

A scarecrow loomed overhead, and her lungs were running out of air, so he decided to go ahead and make his final jump on her.

When y/n broke through the final turn to reach the very small clearing in the center of the field where a scarecrow stood in between a few bales of hay, she felt his breath at the back of her throat, and her knees buckled.

She’d never really been much a screamer during a jump scare. Instead, she sucked her breath in, really loud and sudden, and because she was having such a hard time breathing, that instinctually breath caused black dots to litter her vision and suddenly those weak knees contributed to a faint.

Harry caught her, and picked her up, huffing a small laugh to himself as he laid her across the piles of hay.

She really was a sight to see. Flushed, hair a mess from all her running. Her lips were dewy and her waterline was agitated, he could see the moisture in the place where her eyelashes sprouted.

With a few pats to the cheek, her eyes fluttered open, he was still hovering over her. Harry did not make a move to scoot back.

“You’re awake, princess,” he said, smirking.

Y/n blinked, her eyes wide, and… gasped when Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek. His lips were cool against her heated cheek, and the curved ends of his slicked back hair tickled her chin.

“You chased me,” she gulped, “for a long time.”

“Yes, I did. And you liked it. Didn’t you, little one?” He allowed the tip of his nose to follow the line of her jaw, testing the waters. She liked it, he could feel the shudders it sent to her heart in his bones.

“I did.” Her eyes furrowed at her own admission. Why was she being so carefree? Why was she allowing herself to continue to stay in this cornfield? What was stopping her from questioning further what the fuck was going on? Her attraction, and his implied interest, that’s what.

Harry’s tongue slipped out of his mouth, and licked at her jaw before he placed another kiss to it, “Good. What do you say we have some more fun?” “What kind of fun?” Her head titled, and he was given direct access to what he wanted. Her neck. The column of her throat was pulsing with the beat of her heart, and the veins he could almost taste criss-crossed beneath her skin.

“Fun is fun, pet. But if you must know, the kind of fun I’m talking about involves a lot of mouth to mouth,” He moved so his face was directly in front of hers again, and his palm gripped her waist beneath him. Unconscioslu, her legs parted and Harry had more space to slide both of his thighs between hers, one of his knees resting on the bales of hay she rested on.

Y/n was no longer worried about the state of her dress, but rather, where his mouth would land, and where she would put her hands. Her eyes bounced between his, but they struggled to remain still under his intense hold. “O-okay. I’d like that.”

“The prettiest princess I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled into the hollow underneath her jaw. And it was true. He’d seen a lot of royalty all throughout his wretched life, and none of them had been as pretty as she was. He felt a shiver of arousal go through her at the same time the air came fresh into his lungs, and it felt like he was going to explode from the inside out.

“I think you’re the most handsome prince I’ve ever seen.”

Y/n wanted to slap a hand over her mouth the moment those words left her lips, but Harry only chuckled and the vibrations felt heavenly against her skin.

“You've been seeing other princes’, little one?” Harry teased, his mouth tracing their words against her lips. He pressed forward and kissed her; just a peck, testing. Again, she liked it.

“No, just you,” she shivered. Her words were coming out in pants now. The fabri of her dress was too thick and too abundant to allow for any frisky actions, but his mouth was enough. One of his fingers was running over the tops of her breasts. Her mouth opened, she wanted more. Harry tasted of pink bubble gum. She wondered where it went.

He chuckled and kissed her once more. “Then how do you know you know I’m the most handsome?”

“I just do,” she said, arching into his touch. His finger was hooking into her sleeve, and he let it snap into her skin.

“You do?” He licked her bottom hip, and she whined. This game, whatever it was, she wanted it to be over. It was too much for her to handle.

“Yeah,” y/n said in a dreamy, far-off voice. “I mean, yes. Yes.”

Harry relished in what she felt, and soon enough, his cock twitched in his trousers. He never let himself become… involved in his meals emotions, but it was different with her. She was tender, and sweet. Willing and not a nuisance that he drowned out before biting.

“Am I handsome enough... for you to let me bite you?” And that was another thing.

Harry never asked for permission. Y/n was drunk enough that she’d wake up the next morning and think that he was just some kinky dude who’d left a sick hickey on her throat, as all of his ‘victims’ were, but still. Harry had asked for permission.

“Bite me?” She was confused, head fuzzy with the same feeling that was heating in her groin. The lacy knickers she wore were probably soaked through. The bale on her bum was beginning to hurt.

“Yes, princess. Bite, right,” he licked a stripe right where her pulse was the strongest to accentuate his intentions. “Here.”

“Okay, Harry.”

He was handsome. And she was horny (with a mix of other things), she didn’t see a reason to say no.

“Thank you, pet.”

It was the same as it always was. Harry nuzzled into the spot, sniffing like a dog meeting a new friend, and with no preamble, he bit into her. The tips of his teeth pierced her flesh, and he allowed them to retract once the blood started to flow. When the first drop touched his tongue, he groaned. She was good, one of the best he’d ever had, and the heady flavor was just as sweet as she was. He was so caught up in his own satisfaction that he didn’t notice the moment her hands bunched the fabric of his suit from the late 1700s into fists, or her body going tense before he slowly relaxed, her heartbeat an irregular mix as she decided whether or not she should be panicking.

But, he knew that she continued to enjoy what she was doing.

“H-harry, I-” She went limp in his arms, and the small squeak that left her mouth was the mermaid’s song that enchanted Harry.

He knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see her again.

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ultimatetornshipper · 4 years ago

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Steam

A lot of facts could be seen as only opinions. A lot of facts could be seen as flexible depending on one's experiences and perspectives. Facts could change and facts could be more than just the part of it that you're made aware of.

Blossom knew this.

But there was one simple fact that would remain the same for all of eternity.

Blossom Utonium hated Brick Jojo.

And he hated her.

Nothing, NOTHING would change this simple fact. They were natural enemies, opposites made to challenge and contradict one another.

It was simple.

Key word being was.

It's easier to hate and despise one another when your siblings weren't all friends and dragging the two of you along every chance they got.

It's easier to hate one another when your morals are directly clashing on a weekly basis.

Yeah, they still didn't exactly agree on a lot of moral questions but the boys aren't really evil anymore either.

But when the boys stole something the girls would fight them, take it, arrest them, they'd escape and everyone would let bygones be bygones.

By everyone she meant the blues and the greens.

She was pretty sure Brick was the only one who actively wanted to still do that stuff and Boomer and Butch just followed his lead. Or maybe Mojo still had something on them. She couldn't be sure, but the point was that they still committed crimes and that was illegal so it was their job to stop them.

And she wasn't stupid, she knew full well that she and Brick were the only ones who weren't pulling their punches and treating it all like a game.

So like she said. It was simple.

Until her sisters decided to make it complicated by befriending their rivals.

Blossom despised complicated social situations.

In any other context she could handle complicated. Fights? Sure. Science? She adored it. Books? What other kind is there?

But in group and friend dynamics? It annoyed her more than yarn catching on her nail, more than nails on a chalkboard, more than a dirty, uncleanable chalkbo-

It annoyed her a lot.

Why? Because it created situations like the one she was in right now.

Where her sisters and their counterparts were play fighting and joking around while she and Brick maimed eachother.

And it was always followed by a lecture by Bubbles on how she was too hard on him and Buttercup telling her to chill out while Brick and his stupid smug smirk would mock her and wouldn't leave her alone and how his red hair would be messy afterwads and half out of his ponytail and wisps falling into his face surrounding his gorge-

No.

She flew up to dodge a kick and landed behind him, pushing him forward so that he lost his balance.

She was fighting him right now. She couldn't think about his eyes or his pink lips forming a smug little grin and how she just wanted to kiss that stupid little smile off of his dumb face-

She froze in shock.

Kiss Brick?

Since when had that been an option?

She felt him get a hit in her stomach and her bottom collided with the ground.

She shook herself out of it. Later. She could analise... whatever this was... later.

She started getting up but suddenly he was straddling her waist and pinning her hands down above her head.

She stared at him in silence for a few seconds, because he was really close now and she could see the light freckles dancing across his nose up close and-

Bad Blossom! Now is not the time! You hate him, you despise him, he is the enemy! Stop checking out the guy you're fighting!

He smirked down at her victoriously, "At a loss for words, eh, Pinky?"

She felt him lower his guard and loosen his grip and quicker than lightning she flew out beneath him.

What in the name of Einstein was wrong with her?

She flew quickly and as high as the tallest building in Townsville, then she stopped and turned around and the handsome bastard was right there in front of her-

Wait a minute- handsome?!

Blossom needed to lie down.

Sadly, he seemed determined to keep this going.

They traded blows and each time he said something she didn't reply.

She was too busy freaking out about the fact that she had not only wanted to kiss him but also mentally referred to him as handsome and what the actual frickty frack?!

"What's wrong Bow Pink? You're awfully quiet today, afraid me and my brothers are finally gonna beat you and your sheep?" Brick taunted.

Blossom's brain with all its genius level intellect then decided that the only way to deal with whatever was happening to her heart was to stuff it in a jar and bury it deep, deep down and pretend it wasn't real.

She hated him.

He hated her.

That was a fact that couldn't and wouldn't ever change.

So she did what she did best.

She riled up Brick Jojo.

"I'm not the one here with sheep, Rock," she said mockingly.

He narrowed his eyes, throwing a punch that she quickly dodged, "Oh now she speaks?"

"You finally said something worth replying to. Though I must say, Rick, I'm disappointed, I can't believe you've been reduced to using puns," she replied, kicking his side and pulling away quick enough that he couldn't grab her leg.

"It's Brick and you know it, and don't pretend you don't pun, Pinky, we both know that's a lie," he said with a small growl in his voice. Dodging her once more.

"I still think your insult was just some good old projecting. Clearly if one of us have sheep it's you. My sisters fight of their own violation," she taunted, smirking. He grabbed her and they wrestled midair, each one gaining and then losing the upperhand.

Suddenly they pulled apart, flying in circles, eyeing one another. They were both panting, clearly out of breath.

Anyone could sense the electricity crackling through the air from a mile away. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that her siblings and their counterparts have stopped fighting and were now eyeing their leaders wearily.

She'd deal with it later.

She turned her full attention back to the man in front of her as the silence grew sharper.

His shirt had small tears in places, his hair was all over the place and he sported a few new injuries. She was certain she was in a similar state.

"They choose to fight," he broke the silence, glaring at her, "I don't force them to do anything they don't want to. I don't control them,"

The sharp, delicate silence fell apart and she felt her temper flare. The electricity turned to fire and she launched herself at him and felt her eyes heat up.

"The only reason for that is the fact that you're too busy being controlled," she screamed.

She could almost taste his fury at her words and their fight went to a whole new level.

Neither of them held back anything as they shot lazerbeams and went for one another unlike ever before.

She pushed him against a building, trapping him. And for a moment they locked gazes and time froze. The anger and frustration and denied attraction flared between them like a wild electric cable, their faces only inches apart.

"Are either of us really in control, Pinky? Or are we all just the result of someone else's choices?" he whispered harshly as they gazed into one another's eyes.

She felt her guard lower only for a split second before he grabbed her and pushed her against the building.

"But then again," he said quietly, and she felt his breath mingle with her own, "maybe if we want control we need to take it ourselves,"

He closed the distance between them and she only felt his fire approach for a second before she reacted with her ice.

So that's the was he wanted to play this?

She deepend the kiss and poured all her hatred and love and frustration and attraction into it.

She bundled up his shirt in her hands and felt his own get tangled in her hair. She faintly heard his hat fall to the ground not too far below.

Yet she couldn't care less as she kissed him the way she'd never allowed herself to kiss anyone before for fear of their life.

But she could do this with him because he could counter her perfectly.

He really was her opposite, huh?

Then she registered the fact that the air around them was slightly more humid than before.

She ignored it though, because this was the best kiss she'd had in... well, ever, and she was not going to pull away because as soon as she did that it would be over and it wouldn't happen again because now that they knew that it didn't-

Blossom felt him pull her closer and pushed all her previous thoughts away. She'd worry later, for now she just allowed herself to disappear into the kiss.

A few minutes later she became aware of a rather large amount of water hitting her.

They pulled away from one another in search of the source.

She quickly noticed that Brick was in a similar state as her and they turned to find their siblings staring at them.

Bubbles was holding the hosepipe that was likely the source of the water and Buttercup handed Butch 20 dollars.

"Really?" Her black haired sister asked, "You couldn't have waited just three more days for your murder make out session?"

"Our what?" she asked while Brick replied with a simple, "Fuck you,"

"Actually, Brick, you've got the wrong sister, I'm Buttercup, the one you wanna fuck is in your arms, her name is Blossom," Buttercup replied slowly, in a mocking tone of voice.

The red heads turned to look at each other and when they noticed their proximity, they jumped away from one another like the other had the plague.

Brick turned to them, "I was trying to kill her!"

And Blossom followed suit, "And I was just defending myself!"

"Nothing else!" They said at the same time.

Bubbles rolled her eyes and Boomer smirked. Butch waved them away, "Don't worry we have a completely different bet for when you two will acknowledge and accept your feelings for one another,"

"Yeah, and I can still win it!" Buttercup agreed.

"Feelings? What feelings?!" Blossom screamed, "Bubbles, tell Buttercup she's being ridiculous,"

Bubbles rised an unimpressed eyebrow, "Bloss, you're both redder than Brick's cap,"

"And you just spent 10 minutes making out so much that literal steam started surrounding you," Boomer snickered.

No matter how much Blossom or Brick denied it, no one in all of Townsville believed their denial after that day.

Buttercup won the second bet.

Approximately 3 months after what was dubbed their first Murder Makeout session the two finally confessed to one another.

Those 3 months are another story entirely.

But it was this that proved to Blossom that truly no fact was concrete, facts changed and facts expanded. Facts were flexible depending on your experience and perspectives.

And the fact was that while once upon a time, maybe Blossom did hate Brick and maybe Brick did hate Blossom, things changed.

But that mutual hatred melted away into something new, something beautiful, something flexible.

Something a little bit like steam.

Authors note:

Inspired by this post

I don't plan to continue this but if someone wants to continue or expand this idea or world like tag me I'd love to read it

Thanks to @maltrashdump for coming up with this idea, I love it, hope u enjoy my version of it

Also sorry for not putting a read more thing I'm on mobile atm

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soccerbites · 4 years ago

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WHAT IT WAS | RAFE CAMERON

Masterlist on pinned!

A.N: Heeyy, if you find this familiar it could be because you read it on my wattpad account or on here before I deactivated! English is not my first language so please be kind!

WORDS COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: a lot of them, swearing, blood, drugs, etc.

You hadn't thought about it in months when you finally were getting over it, suddenly came back, all the memories, good and bad, all the euphoria, when everything was angelic, when it was cruel, when suddenly it was radiant, then turned violent, and ended up being painful. When you gave up on it because you could not take it anymore.

Your family was the typical kook one, you grew up in a life full of luxury, you got everything you wanted due to your mum's richness.

Sarah and you were best friends since you were born and his brother was your boyfriend practically since both of you learned that word. The Cameron's and your family had everything arranged between you two, Rafe and you were supposed to be together for the rest of your lives, he was going to take care of his dad's company, the next step would be getting married, travel around the world, having lots of beautiful kids and live happily ever after.

2008

It was your 5th birthday party, all your friends were there and you felt extremely happy with the big amount of presents you had received from them all. You were not the typical little girl your parents desired you to be, you had begged for them to let "Pirates of the Caribbean" be the theme, you hadn't really seen the movies but you loved pirates! Rafe and you would always pretend you were them in his dad's yacht because Sarah did not like them at all, you couldn't understand how it was so fun! Your friend would lend you one of his plastic swords and play the whole afternoon. The best part was that you always won, but now, many years after, looking back at it Rafe was probably letting you win. However, your mum forced you to make your party about Cinderella, you hate princess but especially Cinderella, there wasn't a reason for it, you just did.

Weeks before you had told the little boy your birthday was going to be about pirates and he was so excited about it, you babble about it for days, so when Rafe arrived at your house with his family and saw all the princess decorations and the angry but yet sad face you had on, he instantly understood what was going on, you both were little but very smart for your age, plus he had sympathy for you due to his similar family conditions.

Everyone but you and him enjoyed the celebration, the young man and you stayed together in a corner of your backyard playing alone. Rafe picked up two small branches and played as you were pirates like you would usually do, he knew that was what you really wanted at that moment.

When it was time to blow the candles you looked at your sky blue and pink cake, wishing it had Jack Sparrow's face on it, Rafe smiled at you and you smiled back at him. Everyone sang the typical song, you blew the candles and buried three of your little fingers into the cake, thinking of three wishes.

being a pirate

playing as pirates with Rafe

Sarah wanting to play as pirates with you two

2010

It was almost summer and you were really excited about all the little adventures Rafe and you were going to have in the next months.

You felt so much older, your first year of primary school was over and it had been great! Even though Sarah was not hanging out with you as much as she was before; you had the hope of playing with her more now that you had nothing else to do.

Those weeks were great, you almost didn't see your girl best friend, but her brother and you were getting closer and closer as days went by. Rafe always protected you from everything and made you laugh a lot, he was funny.

Summer '10 was lovely, one of your favorites memories of you and the boy happened during that time, your first kiss. You didn't really count it as the very first kiss, but you had to admit that, at that time, for you was even more than what it actually was.

It was an extremely warm day and you invited Rafe over to play in the fort you both had made in your backyard, right where years before you were pretending to be pirates while your birthday party was going on inside the house. He was 'building' a table as you made mud cakes.

"Look at the cake i made for us!" you abruptly shouted, thing that scared Rafe, but he didn't let you notice because the last thing he wanted was for you to make fun of him.

"It looks delicious y/n, we should eat it!" he said, excitement on his face while sitting beside you.

"ARE YOU CRAZY RAFE?" you were shocked, the drama queen in you was starting to jump out, "IT'S MADE OF DIRT THAT'S DISGUSTING!" you looked at him, terrorized by what the little boy was saying.

"i- i- i wasn't serious, i- i just thought you'd like me to say that" he was so embarrassed.

"oh, i'm sorry" you apologized to him.

There was silence for a few seconds, it wasn't uncomfortable so you didn't mind about it.

"wanna know what Sarah made me do?"

"mmmm, maybe"

"she made me watch 'The Princess And The Frog', TWO TIMES" he sounded so mad, "and then she told me that Topper kissed her" he looked at you, you were not understanding why he was telling you this, but before you could talk; he continued, "and i was thinking that may- maybe we can d- do it too" you opened your eyes wide open, kissing him? like in the mouth?

"i- in- the mouth?"

"yeah, i mean, that's what she told me" you stared into his eyes, trying to figure out if he was just messing with you or was actually serious about it.

"uhm, i guess so?"

"you do?" he had a frown formed in his face.

"if that's what you want to" he nodded with a smirk on his lips.

You both turned and were now facing each other, without an idea of what to do you followed him, he started to lean forward and you did too, he closed his eyes and you did as well, and after what felt like an eternity but was actually almost four seconds, your lips touched his; ending up in a little pecked kiss.

After that day neither you nor Rafe talked about it again, it was like it never happened, which, at your really short age, was normal.

This year your family and you decided not to celebrate your birthday due to your grandma passing away two weeks before, it didn't feel right for them. At seven years old it was hard to fully understand what death was, you had heard about it but never experienced it before. Rafe felt really bad about it and on the day you finally turned seven he went to your house and spent it with you, so that way, you would not feel as lonely.

2012

Rafe was starting to change, he did not want to play with you anymore and that made you sad and upset. Your mom told you it was normal for boys to not hang out with girls once they grew up, but that wasn't him, it didn't felt like him. You never thought that the boy who was your best friend, the only kid you really enjoyed being around, especially after Sarah hang with more friends that were not you, would leave you alone.

You started to search for fun on other stuff and found that you loved to read stories about wonderful adventures, and when you finished every single book in your house about the topic, you started to flip through the pages of some old books regarding birds and insects, you were amazed by the stunning draws and colors of them and wanted to make your own.

For your ninth birthday you decided to do an exchange, it was difficult to convince your parents but they finally gave in, instead of a party you wanted them to give you a pretty journal with some color pencils. That way you would have your own investigation diary about those interesting creatures you were obsessed about.

Summer had ended and school season started, you and your little notebook were inseparable, you took it with you to class and spent all the recess doing little notes about birds you had seen during the day so when you arrived home you could search and learn about them.

One cold winter night, your dad told you that the Cameron's were coming home to have dinner, you couldn't wait for them to arrive, maybe that was the moment you had the opportunity to befriend Sarah again and show Rafe all the information you had collected during the months you didn't hang out. But they never appeared, their parents had gone but not them, Sarah was not feeling well and Rafe was sleeping over at a friend's house.

2014

Sarah was talking to you! you were friends again and there was no way you would not see each other every single day.

Spending every minute of the day over at her house was completely normal at that point. You two hanging out again made your families closer.

It was like your parents didn't care at all you were just a pair of ten years old, almost eleven, kids.

Rafe would always try to be with his sister and you whenever you were around at their house, but Sarah would just scream at him 'LEAVE US ALONE!' which ended in him giving up and walking away. It was sad, you missed spending time with the boy.

2014 was the year you turned eleven, and also had your first period. Everyone was so excited about that and you just hated it, with your whole heart, it made you want to cry every single time. Due to that, your body started to change, and boys started to notice it, including Rafe.

2016

The year it all started.

It was your thirteenth birthday and you did not felt like doing a big party, that night the Cameron's and your family went to a restaurant. Sarah, Rafe, and you were talking about what you were going to do the next week while Wheezie just listened. Finally, the boy and you were good friends again. When the food arrived you all shut up and started eating while paying attention to what your parents were talking about.

"oh yeah, of course, they are definitely getting married at some point," Ward said to what your father nodded.

"it's the best for them" this time your mom spoke.

"of course it is!" Rose laughed, "he will be taking care of the family business, they are going to have a splendid life together"

"Who are you talking about?" Rafe got into the conversation.

"we are talking about you silly!" you looked at your mom, not understanding what was going on.

"wha- what?" Rafe was just as surprised as Sarah and you were.

"yeah kid, we are talking about yours and y/n's future together" Ward stated as taking a piece of meat to his mouth.

"what exactly do you mean?" you stepped in this time.

"what you heard kid, your future life, your marriage, and all" your dad said as if it was the most normal thing to say to a thirteen-year-old.

"their marriage?!" Sarah was furious, you could notice it in her voice tone, Rafe and you stared at each other.

"you just are too young to realize yet" Rose brushed it off. None of you talked for the rest of the night.

Just a few months after that, your dad and Ward had already made a reservation for you two at the exact same restaurant. When you arrived you saw Rafe already there in a table positioned in a corner. Now looking back at it, everything was so fucked up, you were just kids. You approached him and sat, he smiled at you while you did.

"hi", he said, shyly, of course. It was really weird, you both had been alone before but never this way, this was completely different, your families were hoping that you turned this into something romantic. "Are we on a date right now?".

"i think so?" you laughed a little bit, "please, don't make this awkward, i don't get why they do this".

"i do" he said, you looked at him with a confused face, was he agreeing with all of this? "i mean, i can see why they want us to be together" after that he took a sip of his soda and started serving you some.

"Rafe, you should be allowed to 'date' whoever you wanted"

"And what happens if who i wanna date is you?" you were shocked at your friend's words.

"Rafe what are you talking about? i just turned thirteen and you are about to turn fourteen, you like it or not we are kids" you were a little bit mad due to what he was saying.

"well, Juliet was thirteen and Romeo was around that age"

"Rafe you did- you did not just compare us to Romeo and Juliet, have you read the book?"

"no, i did not"

"THEY DIE, THEY DIE AT THE END" you knew you were making this a lot bigger than it actually was but didn't care about it, "of course you didn't read the book" you whispered but he heard.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" now that you're remembering everything you can't believe that a pair of thirteen years old could be so dramatic.

"I MEAN WHAT I SAID," you said while leaning over the table.

"you know what, why don't we shut up and finish with this as fast as we can, i don't want to be here" Rafe proposed.

"sounds perfect to me, i do not want to be here too"

Either of you spoke again until you had had dinner and Ward picked you two up.

2018 / 2019

In the past two years, Rafe and you had finally got together. Your parents were over the moon about it and you were also really happy. You both were discovering and experiencing together what being in a relationship was.

The first months were a little bit strange, you both knew that it was not a real relationship, for everyone else you were together, but in reality, you hadn't had that many kisses as you thought you were supposed to have and outside school didn't see each other that much.

Summer '18 the Cameron's took you with them on their holidays to the Bahamas, it was amazing, not just because Rafe and you spent a lot of time together but also because you got to hang more with Sarah who you were not seeing a lot since it all started, and the reason was that whenever you went to their house you were with her brother, and they definitely didn't get along that much.

Unfortunately, the 'real' part began in 2019, you and Rafe turned sixteen and started going to parties and being more around of what people called 'pogues'. During the school year, it was like a daydream, he picked you up and went together, you had lots of dates and spent beautiful moments together, those were the times when your relationship was at it's highest, where you realized that, after all, maybe your parents were right and your destiny was, indeed, be together.

Your favorite moment from that time in your life was with him. You both were laying in the grass of your house's backyard, it was really cold outside, and decided to take some blankets with you to be warm. You were laying in his chest while he hugged you, appreciating the stars. He pressed a kiss to your head and you smiled to yourself.

"wanna know something?" you looked up to him.

"pretty boy is thinking! someone please record this!" you said, just to annoy him.

"shut up" he laughed, knowing you were messing with him, "you want to know or no baby?" he asked, a more serious tone on his voice.

"of course i want to know" you took his hand into yours, the warmness made you shiver, to what he hugged you harder.

"i read on the internet that you can buy stars online, maybe one day i'll buy you one and name it Rafe so whenever you wanna get rid of me you would not be able to" the boy started swinging you side to side in a slow speed, you'd never felt that peaceful in your life before.

Once again you looked at him "that's a little bit wicked of you" he giggled, "however, i think that would be the most divine present someone could ever give to me" he backed down his head and kissed your cheek, "and also, i'm never getting rid of you" you could feel him smiling while pressing his chin against the side of your head.

That was the last happy time you genuinely can remember at perfection.

You still don't know what happened when summer '19 arrived, it was the breaking point of your relationship. Parties at the beach were being held by pogues most of the time, and you never went because partying was not your thing, all of them ended up in disaster, pure and authentic disaster. You are grateful the only one you went to was the first one. Rafe was extremely drunk and you were trying to take care of him but it was being hard, especially when Topper got into a really intense fight with JJ and John b, two of the few pogues you knew, it was tragic and it got worse when the blonde one pulled a gun at Sarah's boyfriend head, while all that happened you lost Rafe and found him after like five minutes beating up someone that was on the ground, barely moving. You ran towards him and with all your straighten you push him.

"YOU'RE KILLING HIM RAFE!" you yelled at your boyfriend, when you finally got to see him he was covered in blood, you took him by his hand and got out of there, arriving at your house where you helped him clean up himself.

"i think i'm in love with you" he tried to say but was too drunk to pronounce the words properly.

"don't start with that now when you almost killed a random guy tonight, for what? explain" you were furious.

"'cause he is a pogue, he deserves it y/n" you both walked to your bed and laid down to sleep.

"no he doesn't Rafe, that's not an excuse for what you did, they are people just like us" you scolded him.

"whatever" he ignored you.

Some time after that Sarah started to see John B behind Topper's back and she asked you to keep her secret safe, which you did.

At midsummers Rafe escorted you, it was a fantastic night, you two were together the whole time and drank lots of expensive champagne while you danced. The pride on your dad's face was priceless, in that moment you forgot about what had happened a few nights before and just enjoyed the moment, smiling at your boyfriend, always.

"you wanna know something?" Rafe whispered in your ear while you danced to a slow song, his hands on your waist and yours behind his neck.

"mmm, this brings back good memories" you smiled to the handsome man in front of you.

"i love you"

"i love you too Rafe"

"let me finish pretty girl" you laughed a little bit, "please stop smiling like that, i'm not sure what will happen if you keep doing that" this time your laugh was stronger, getting some looks from people around you.

"i'm just really happy right now, wouldn't want to be anywhere else" you hugged him without stop moving.

"i know, me too"

A few minutes after he disappeared, and you did not have an excuse to stay so you went home. The next day you found out he was trying to beat up the blonde pogue, JJ.

You don't really know why but for some reason it went away and everything was perfect again, but it only lasted a few days.

You were really bored at your house and after contemplating whether you should or shouldn't go to the Cameron's house, you got into your car and drove around the few blocks that separated your house from Rafe's. You knew his parents were out of town that day and Sarah was probably hanging out with John B and his friends so you didn't bother on knocking and just got in. You heard your boyfriend's voice from the downstairs bathroom. Once you got into it you saw his clothes on the floor and he was applying toothpaste to his arm.

"Rafe?" he looked at you scared.

"y/n- i- i" he was crying, you directed your eyes to his arm, a huge new burnt was there.

"Rafe what happened?" you got closer to him, "is that blood?" you pointed at the clothes on the floor.

"no", he denied it but it obviously was blood.

"Rafe, what's going on?"

"i- i got into a fight" ha answered.

"with who? baby who did this?" you helped him with his injury.

"Barry" but as soon as you heard that name you pulled away.

"Barry? as the drug dealer Barry?" he didn't even look at you, "Rafe are you doing drugs?" completely ignored you, and when he did that you figured out the answer, "how much do you owe him?" you asked, one hand on you waist and the other one on the bathroom door.

"some thousands" your jaw almost touched the floor, and your face was full of disappointment and anger. "don't look at me like that" he begged, and tried to grabbed you and pulled you closer to him but you just pulled him away.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?" he didn't reply "FUCK RAFE, THOUSANDS? YOU OWED THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS TO A DRUG DEALER AND YOU EXPECT ME TO STAY CALM?"

"i can explain."

"NO YOU CAN'T, WHAT? TOPPER AND YOU GOT BORED OF THE STUPID WEED AND WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING STRONGER? WHAT DID YOU BUY? COKE? NOW YOUR HOBBY IS BUY THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS ON COKE? THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN TO M-"

"GET OUT" he screamed to your face as he got closer to your body, while pointing to the door, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DAMN HOUSE" you looked at him and turned away, walking towards the door and he didn't follow you.

"HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING LIFE RAFE" you screamed without closing the door.

After that you didn't see him in a long time, you didn't go out of your house anymore.

You heard that Sarah and John B were missing, you missed her. You had no one to talk to, just your own thoughts.

A few weeks later, everything came out to the light, Ward went to jail for killing John B's dad and being kinda responsible for another poor man's death.

Rafe confessed that it had been him the one who shot the detective, but they found out about his drug addiction and blamed it on that, so he ended up going to rehabilitation and not directly to jail.

2021

It was your eighteenth birthday, Sarah was coming to your house to keep you company until your parents got out of work.

As you were walking towards the kitchen the doorbell rang.

"hi" you said as opening the door.

"hello, is this y/n?" the man in front of you asked while reading your name from a box.

"that would be me" you said, and after signing some papers he gave you the package.

You placed it on the table and started opening it. It seemed like a picture frame, when you paid attention to it, tears fell from your eyes, there was a little letter on it.

i did not name it after me, i realized that you were, are, and always will be the big star that keeps me going. I hope you know how much i miss you and regret everything i did, maybe one day you'll forgive me and love me again. I took that for granted and i'm so sorry of that. happy eighteen birthday y/n, i expect you still think this is the most divine present someone could ever give you.

- Rafe

It was a star, he had bought a star and named it after you, Rafe kept his promise, and even though you had said to yourself, just the night before, you will move on and forget about him, you couldn't help but smile; wishing you could re-do everything and go back to what it was that night from a few years before.

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blue-bird-kny · 4 years ago

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Day 10: All I Want For Christmas

A 3am post? me? never. Well sometimes I let time pass me by, but what are we going to do. Enjoy this round of secret Santa and have a wonderful night~Amanda

Reblogs always appreciated~

Warning: None

( 1.2k+ words)

↳{In which Tanjiro was lucky enough to pull his crush as his secret Santa recipient, but ends up overthinking the whole ordeal}

“Gather round’ everyone! Come on let's get this started” you yelled grabbing the attention of all those around you. Together in one room stood all nine hashira’s and your four closest friends, a feat in itself working around all their complicated schedules, all waiting to reach into the bucket you held, the box they all excitedly (almost all of them anyway) placed there names in to be selected for this years Secret Santa game. You shook the box a couple times, mixing the papers into shaggy clusters, passing it around for each hand to reach in a grab one.

Everyone’s reaction was unpredictable and different, you could tell by the subtle distressed dips in some faces or grateful shake of others that this year's pool was sure to produce some great laughs. The last slip lay tucked away in a corner, reading “Muichiro”, just your luck you received the one person you didn’t know as well as the others. “Happy shopping and please no gifts that can harm your recipients this year” you reminded, everyone's eyes falling on Shinobu who sat unabashedly grinning, the memory of poor Zenitsu, who she gifted a box filled with a concoction that exploded in his face when he opened it last year, still fresh in everyone's mind. “Oh hush, I did give him a wonderful gift after so no harm done, right Zenitsu?” Shinobu looked over at the younger man who only shook his head in agreement- you weren’t convinced.

Of the entire bunch, not a single soul stressed the gift exchange more than the Kamado son. He had prayed that he’d receive you, his crush, as his person however when he pulled your name, his heart sunk because “What was a good enough gift?”. Later that night, he lay in bed pondering all the things he could buy or make for you, something that you’d look at and feel his warmth, wordlessly accepting his confession and living that happily ever after he craved. “Maybe jewelry? Or a new haori?” he racked his brain for the perfect gift to no avail, nothing felt right. Tanjiro had a week to sort this whole ordeal he’d created in his own mind out, but little did he know that the perfect gift was right under his nose.

You, on the other hand, were in a similar situation as your close friend, however for a different reason. “Ugh what does he like?! I’ve never seen him do anything really, he sorta just is always around, floating like a ghost?” you complained, tearing off a few of your own hairs out. You weren’t sure who to ask exactly nor did you want to show up with an irrelevant, thoughtless present. In the midst of your simultaneous mental breakdowns, neither of you noticed each other's presence quickly approaching, until you collided into each other in an abrupt halt of thoughts. “I'm sorry” you both yelled, instantly checking to make sure the other didn’t happen to get hurt.

After assessing and confirming that you didn’t break the boys nose, an idea dawned on you, “Hey Tanjiro you spend lots of time with the hashira’s, what would Muichiro want for Christmas?” you asked innocently, hoping to get some idea of a decent gift, however you didn’t expect the man to take the simple question into an entire other level. “Why does she want to get him a gift? Is she getting him something special?” Tanjiro scrambled, not acknowledging the possibility that your question was related to the whole root of his own dilemma- the Secret Santa exchange.

“Um well, he likes being outside and isn’t very active” was all he could respond, admittedly sounding more dejected than he had mere moments ago. Your mind filled with ideas miraculously, grateful for this lead “Thank you!” you yelled running off to purchase something. “Sure” Tanjiro answered to himself quietly as he watched your form recede in the distance. His depressed mode lasted only a second before he slapped himself back into reality, his literal palms leaving a dull tingling in his cheeks, “I have to find her the best gift, whatever it takes”

A week passed far faster than Tanjiro hoped, all 14 of you gathered in one room again, this time carrying packaged presents and wearing jovial smiles. As expected, some of the gifts exchanged were hilarious and the pairings could not have been more perfect had you planned it; Shinobu had pull Sanemi and the whole room erupted in a fit of laughter as he unwrapped the double sided octopus, one side pink with a smile and the other blue with a frown, the toy complete with a book on how to manage anger issues- the color of his face almost matched that of the pink octopus. Next, Uzui presented his gift to Obanai, a set of designer face masks to replace his ‘stuffy bandages’, a gift you all knew he secretly appreciated. Another odd pairing was Rengoku and Nezuko, the older man gifting her with a new hair clip and an assortment of little goods because he felt the small things matched her perfectly.

With every gift exchanged and chuckle shared, Tanjiro grew worried as he knew his time would be coming soo. “Muichiro-san it's a gadget that sprays these scents into any open space you place it in, it's supposed to help you relax and sleep” you explained handing the diffuser to the shorter man and, to your content, he was fascinated with it. “We'll, it's just me, who pulled my name?” you asked, circling around only to be met only with shaking heads, “It's me” Tanjiro confessed, handing over a single small red box which you opened feverishly, awing at the earrings that lay inside. “Their beautiful” you muttered speechless, “well there is a couple more” Tanjiro admitted; alas you were gifted with boxes of hair pins, beauty products, chocolates, anything Tanjiro saw at the market that made him think of you he bought- which is difficult when you were all thought of.

“Jeez talk about making us look bad” Uzui remarked for the sidelines earning him a distressed gaze from Tanjiro, “Just teasing, lover boy” he assured. “Lover boy?” you didn’t have time to process the nickname for Shinobu ushered the night along, the festive party in full swing with foods and music and best of all sake. “Tanjiro, I sorta feel bad you got me so much” you said, pulling the boy to a quiet corner, “Well… I wanted to get you the perfect gifts so I went a little overboard” “ A little?” “Oh be quiet” you two shared a laugh, your bodies falling closer together. “You know there was one thing I really wanted” you started nervously, the small shot of sake you took acting as liquid courage. Tanjiro clung to your next words until he froze, shocked as you finished, “You. All I wanted for christmas was you”.

It was as if the party around him settled to a dull background hum because you liked him….YOU liked HIM. He was over the moon at your confession, all that time spent looking for the perfect gift and you were interested in only him. In a flurry of excitement and full content, Tanjro reached over and placed a crooked kiss on your lips, stunning you. “I..ugh… sorry, got carried away” he scratched the back of his neck nervously after he pulled away, “Nope, I really liked it” you told him, gripping his collar to bring him in for another, more comfortable kiss.

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - part 10 - smoke bombs and fake wands

Evie let out a slight gasp as she locked her eyes onto the paint-splattered back of Dizzy Tremaine, who was testing out new jewelry designs by grabbing gems and random knick-knacks and putting them up to the attachment piece. Evie put her finger up to her lips, singling for Mal to stay quiet so they could surprise the younger VK.

Mal smiled and nodded, stepping around the salon chair and creeping up to Dizzy, watching with a smirk as Evie crouched next to Dizzy. The teen slowly turned, her eyes widening and a bright grin spreading across her face “Evie?” the blue-haired VK nodded as the younger VK leaped out of her seat and into Evie's arms “Evie you came back!!”

“Hi!” Evie sang, swinging the girl in her arms a bit before Dizzy pulled back. Mal smiled at the display of affection, setting her bag down on one of the nearby tables and starting to gather the things Evie would need to make the smoke bombs.

“Is it all just like we imagined? Do they really have closets you can walk into? Have you been to a real swimming pool yet? What does ice cream taste like?!” Evie and Mal shared an uncomfortable glance as Dizzy listed off the things that were now normal for them.

Mal turned back to the bottles filled with chemicals and tried to remember what Evie had said when she was babbling about the ingredients for the smoke bombs.

“It's cold and it's sweet. And if you eat it too fast it gives you a headache” Evie tapped Dizzy’s forehead, smiling softly as Dizzy's wild grin turned a bit softer at the thought of the treat.

“Really?” Evie nodded, raising her brow as if to say ‘would I lie to you?’ Dizzy looked off to her left for a split moment and her grin widened “I saved your sketchbook for you!” Evie gasped, her eyes widening a bit.

“You did?” Dizzy nodded and ran towards the cash register, leaving Evie to stare at Mal with slightly saddened and surprised eyes. Dizzy ran back to the table with a large blue book with a heart and crown foam cut out on the front.

“Dizzy~” the young VK set the book in front of the chair and took a step back, looking up at Evie with a large grin “Oh my gosh~” Evie flipped her hair out of her face and sat down, running her hands across the front of her old sketchbook. “Wow” she flipped open the book, smiling as she looked at one of her first designed “fancy” dresses, one that was visually very similar to the dress she had made Mal when she met Jasmine and Aladdin. “I made this dress out of an old curtain and safety pins” Evie sighed dreamily, running her fingers across the swatch of fabric scrap she had pinned into the book.

Dizzy nodded her head at Mal “it reminds me of the dress you made for Mal when she met jasmine!” Mal and Evie stopped for a moment, before Mal snorted when she remembered what had happened to that dress.

“I spilled curry all over that” Evie and Dizzy giggled at Mal's dry tone.

“You did”

“Yeah, saw that!”

Evie hummed, brushing her thumb against the old texture of the colored pencils she had used “You’re totally right, Dizzy this was…this was totally the inspiration for that” Dizzy squealed and latched onto Evie, gripping onto her shoulders tightly in a half hug.

“I knew it! You can take the girl outta the isle, but you can’t take the isle outta the girl~” Evie glanced up at Dizzy, oh how had she forgotten about this little ray of sunshine?…she didn’t deserve to be here. She forced herself to look away and smirked, picking up a plain gold wire bracelet and mid-sized crown and heart gem, holding it in the middle of the bracelet

“Is this too much? Or is this fabulous~?” Dizzy grinned and held out her hand.

“Hand me the glue gun~!” Evie grabbed the green and pink glue gun and happily gave it to Dizzy, turning in her seat a bit to make it easier for the younger VK to glue the gem onto the wire bracelet.

It was almost midnight by the time Carlos and Jay had arrived back at the dorms, but they had no time to waste as they rushed toward their room. Dude came running out of the room, whimpering for Carlos to pick him up “hey buddy, sorry I’m so late Dude, Ben got captured” Carlos sighed, blinking in surprise as Jay suddenly stopped him.

“why is our door open?” Jay and Carlos glanced at each other before running into the room, their faces dropping into annoyance as Chad Charming's back was turned towards them. “you have got to be kidding me!” Chad quickly turned off the 3D printer and turned with a sheepish smile.

He shrugged at them as if it would make up for breaking into their room…again “I knocked?”

Carlos rolled his eyes and leaned down to set Dude on the floor, the pup running off and leaping onto Carlos’ bed and settling into the mini dog bed on top. Carlos held out his hand, raising his brows when chad looked at him “confused”

Chad sighed and rolled his eyes, taking out the copied key from his pocket and placing it into Carlos’ hand, acting as if Carlos was in the wrong to be mad over Chad copying his key…AGAIN.

Jay glanced at the 3D printer and rolled his eyes, gesturing at the figure inside “what is that?” Chad turned, gasping as he opened the main box and took out the mini royal chad figure inside.

“oh, it’s a little, Chad action figure” he flew the mini chad across Jay and Carlos’ faces making airplane noises, the boys giving him another annoyed look. “well,” he stopped, pouting at the missing head on the figure “minus the head.”

“sounds like an improvement ‘scuse me!” Jay pulled Chad out of Carlos’ way and watched as Carlos pulled out his phone and set the 3D printer to print a copy of FGs wand.

Chad peeked over Jay's shoulder and furrowed his brows “why are you guys making Fairy Godmothers' wand?” Jay and Carlos flinched back, Chad pulling back in turn.

“um, why are we making Fairy godmothers wand?” Lonnie, who was heading back to her room from the amphitheater, paused as she heard this peculiar conversation. She peeked into the room, raising her brow as she watched Jay and Carlos fumble for an excuse.

“Ben’s been captured!” the entire room stopped, Chad whipping around to look at the new voice, eyes widening when he realized Dude had been the one to speak up.

“what?!” Chad looked from the boys and back to Dude, pointing at the mutt “Dude can talk?!”

“I was stalling!” Carlos sighed, shaking his head at Dude.

“I thought you forgot?” Dude whimpered, laying his head down on his paws. Jay hit Chad in the chest, making the blonde teen look at him. “Don’t tell anyone, Ben’s life depends on it”

Lonnie’s eyes widened for a moment before she decided she would be coming along with the boys back to the isle to help rescue Ben, she quickly left the boys dorm and back to hers, she had to change.

Chad narrowed his eyes a bit, glancing between his mini-figure to the boys “Really?...So if something were to happen, you know what I’m saying?” Carlos looked at him confused but nodded.

“Something bad we get it” Chad let out a small laugh.

“God forbid, but if something were to happen…Who do you think would be in line to be king?” he held the headless mini-figure of himself next to his face.

Jay and Carlos just stared at him, before both of them shook their head “Dude…no” Carlos groaned, turning back to the 3D printer as Jay walked over to the door and gestured for Chad to leave.

Chad sighed and rolled his eyes, dragging his feet as he walked out of the boy's dorm. He held up his mini-figure “I’m taking this”

Just as he stepped out of the dorm he turned, holding his finger in the air “and if you think-“ Jay slammed the door, nodding as Carlos thanked him.

Carlos closed the printer and pressed the start button on his phone, sighing as the timer appeared “great, this thing is going to take hours to be done” he flipped into his chair and rubbed his face. Jay punched the table and walked around to alleviate some energy.

“why is it gonna take so long?” Dude asked, hopping down from his bed and into Carlos’ lap. Carlos glanced down at him and sighed.

“because even after all my edits to it, it's still going to take a bit to make something that big, we’re lucky it's not gonna take three days like a normal 3D printer”

“How long?” Jay asked, leaning over the table and watching as the bottom of the wand started to build.

“Timer says 11 am finish.” Carlos moaned, wincing as Jay cursed.

“what?! By that time, we’ll only have like, an hour to spare!? It takes like an hour to get to the bridge from here!”

“I know I know” Carlos groaned, rubbing his face again “but I can't force it to go faster or it'll fuck up the look and we need it to be perfect as possible” Jay shook his head, pacing around the room again, only for him to just flop on the chair next to Carlos, once more watching the slow building of the wand.

“…I really hope (y/n) finds Harry” Jay muttered. Eyes drifting to the R.O.A.R metal he had gotten last month, thanks to Harry’s skill that won them the tournament.

“Me too…” Carlos sighed, burying his hands into Dude’s fur as he watched the phone timer slowly tick down.

“Got it?” Evie muttered, carefully pulling the chemical-filled glove away from the spout Mal was holding, the purple-haired girl being careful not to bump Evie so the bomb wouldn’t go all over the salon.

“Yeah, I got it” Mal set the spout down in the tub and rolled her neck, sighing at the satisfying crack that came from it.

“Perfect, that makes five smoke bombs” Mal took the purple chemical-filled glove from Evie, taking one of the thin plastic elastic ties and securing the smoke bomb.

“Okay, I think that’s enough yeah?” Evie nodded, turning and smiling as she spotted one of Dizzy’s creations.

“M?” the girl hummed at her name and looked at Evie, a grin growing on her face as Evie turned back to her and modeled the golden headband with red gem hearts plastered on it “how amazing would this look with my shredded tee and my heart purse”

Mal nodded even though she didn’t know which articles of clothing Evie was talking about, considering Evie had several shredded tees and three heart purses. “Fabulously amazing” Evie grinned, about to set the headband back where she found it when Dizzy interrupted with an excited squeal.

“Take it! Take a bunch!” Evie gasped, turning to grab her heart purse and tossed in the heart headband before meeting dizzy halfway and staring in awe as Dizzy dumped a whole armful of headbands and accessories.

“Oh, Dizzy! Oh my gosh!” she spotted a pair of silver and red earrings that would suit (y/n) perfectly “Thank you!”

“It would make me so happy, to know that you were wearing something of mine in Auradon! Almost like me being there myself~” Mal and Evie shared another uncomfortable glance before Evie dropped her bag on the chair and pulled Dizzy into a tight hug.

“I really wish I could take you with me” Evie sighed, rubbing her cheek slightly on the top of Dizzy’s head before she pulled away, amazed by the bright smile that was still shining on Dizzy's face.

“At least one of us got to have our dream come true, right?” Mal looked between the two girls and smiled, rubbing the top of Dizzy’s head and nodding towards the door.

“E, we have to go” she muttered, giving Evie another soft smile as the girl slowly nodded and pulled away from Dizzy, who gave a cheerful wave and skipped back to her table, flipping open Evie's sketchbook again to look through it.

Mal watched as Evie could hardly take her eyes off the younger girl, she sighed, taking off her gloves and tossing them into the bin near her “She’s going to be okay E…and she won't be here much longer” Mal whispered at the end, smiling as Evie whipped around to look at her with wide eyes “After you get back, I’m betting (y/n) will get a jumpstart on Ben to continue the VK transfer program” Evie smiled at the thought, looking back at Dizzy.

“but how knows how long that will take” Mal's shoulders slumped as Evie continued to look at Dizzy with saddened eyes, she reached out and tapped Evie's hand, wiggling her fingers in a “gimme” motion. Evie placed her gloves in Mal's hand and she tossed them in the bin, tapping Evie’s hand again and doing another “gimmie” motion.

Evie let out a little snort and grabbed Mal's hand, the two walking out of the salon and heading back to the hideout.

“That one was epic, that one went on for actual days~” Mal laughed, her arm linked with Evie’s as they walked up the alley next to the hideout.

“Like it mattered right?” Evie shot back, looking up at the towering buildings and clothing lines.

Mal hummed, shifting the bag on her shoulder “we were both-“

“-undone by true love's kiss” Evie laughed, shaking her head.

“works every time ~!” they spoke in unison, bumping their heads together slightly as they finally arrived back at the hideout. Evie stopped, pulling away from Mal a bit.

“I really thought that’s what you and Ben had” Mal side-eyed Evie, giving her a look. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Mal sighed, unlinking her arm and shaking her head “I’m not coming back yet Evie” Evie gave her a confused look “oh, he might have not had enough…time to tell you, but I wasn’t planning on staying here forever…I know it sounds bad but I was hoping one of you guys would come get me…I was just hoping for a bit more time to get my head on straight before diving back into Auradon’s craziness” Mal shook her head, looking down at her feet “but it was just so much in so little time…I know deep down I didn’t have to change myself into the perfect Auradon girl, and I know most of the problems that I had a big deal with I created for myself but…its-it’s just been so hard, not to have someone dictate you’re every move”

Evie gave Mal a look, about to interrupt her but Mal shook her head “Let me finish, please.” Evie nodded and sighed, leaning back against the metal support beam. “Now I don’t want someone to dictate my every move like my mother did, but it's what I was used to, and that all changed so suddenly that I just, latched onto the first thing, Ben. And I thought-I thought that he would want a perfect Auradon girl, so that’s what I tried to become, and he-he never said anything about it, neither did the rest of you, so I thought I was doing the right thing….I should have told you what was going on in my fucked-up brain…I’m sorry”

Evie glanced around, seeing multiple stragglers around the alleys “Let's continue this conversation in the hideout okay?” Mal sniffed, rubbing her eyes a bit and nodding, watching as Evie grabbed a rock and chucked it at the sign. She let Evie take her free hand and lead her up the stairs, stopping at the second level and looking out towards the bright lights of Auradon city.

“so…why didn’t you say anything?” Evie asked, watching in the corner of her eye as Mal joined her on the rails.

“I-…You aren’t responsible for me Evie” Mal sighed, running her hands through her hair “It’s not your job or responsibility to take care or fix my dumbass mistakes, that’s my responsibility to deal with my bullshit. And-and I-…I don’t know how to ask for help…you know how my mother was, asking for help was showing weakness, and…I guess that’s still wired in my brain”

It was silent between the two of them for a moment, before Mal spoke again “and I have to get this off my chest, but speaking of my mother, another lesson of hers was never apologize, but as I've learned she's a fucking lunatic and wrong about everything so!” she slapped her hands on the rails, twisting around to look at Evie, who stared at her confused “I don’t know if you’ve thought about this stuff since it happened, but! I’m sorry”

Evie opened her mouth to talk but Mal quickly covered it. “I’m sorry for throwing a fit over not being invited to your sixth birthday, I’m sorry that it resulted in you getting banished and forced to only be around your mother for ten years, I’m sorry for being a bitch to you after you came back, I’m sorry for shoving you in Cruella's closet, and I’m sorry for trying to trick you into taking my mom's scepter and trying to send you to a sleep-like death, and I’m sorry that it took me this long to realize that I've been a horrible person and friend to you” Mal gasped, finally taking a breath. She smiled at Evie and slowly took her hand off her mouth “Thank you for putting up with my bullshit for the last year, and thank you for being one of the greatest friends I've ever had, even when I didn’t deserve it”

A soft smile broke out on Evie's face and she pulled mal into a tight hug “oh Mal” her voice wavered “Thank you” she sniffed, gasping a bit as she felt her eyes burn “I-I pushed it into the back of my mind but…it-it did kinda bother me, all that stuff” Mal gave Evie a comforting smile and rubbed her arm.

“I know, and I’m sorry it took me….how long has it been since you came out of banishment?” Evie narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in thought.

“um…well it was…three months before we went to Auradon so…nine months?” Mal snapped her fingers and nodded.

“Yeah, sorry I've taken that long to apologize to you” Evie grinned, pulling Mal into another tight hug.

“Apology accepted” Mal hummed and squeezed Evie back…before she rapidly tapped the back of Evie's jacket.

“Okay that’s enough physical affection for me, off please!” Evie giggled and shook her head, letting go of Mal and leaning back on the rails.

“Sorry, I forgot sometimes you’re not into physical affection” Mal shrugged, crossing her arms and leaning on the rails next to Evie.

“Eh, it's not that I’m not into its more….I can only handle a certain amount…ya know? Like (y/n) says I’m a cat; if I initiate it, I’ll be cuddly as all hell. if you want a hug? Nope, you get the claws” Mal faked a cat hiss and made a claw with her hand at Evie, who burst into laughter.

Mal smiled and mentally patted herself on the back for being able to cheer Evie up quickly, and looked in front of her, letting gout a soft sigh.

Evie’s laugh subsided and she turned to Mal

(A/n; again, I’m not writing this out, just watch the music vid)

They sat down on the couch and talked about random things, how Auradon life had been treating them, how Mal felt about Ben and their breakup, how (y/n) and Harry's relationship was doing.

“Speaking of Harry” Mal sighed, lifting her head up to stare at the ceiling “I really hope (y/n) found him”

“Me two” Evie sighed, leaning onto her hand and glancing up at the old projector on the ceiling “…what are we going to do if they don’t find Harry by the time we have to leave the isle with Ben?”

“I don’t know E…” Mal's voice cracked, god she hoped Hook hadn’t found Harry “I really don’t know…I’m scared for him”

“Yeah” the two girls curled up together, sending out wishes for Harry to come back to Auradon safe and sound.

The cabin boy, Alfie, quickly and quietly carried a small silver tray down to the brig, piled with week-old bread, oily and stale fries, and a three-day-old apple that had been sitting out in the market. He carefully shouldered open the door leading to the main cells and let out a small whimper, watching as Harry's crumpled form lay in the corner of his cell.

“Harry?” Alfie carefully spoke, setting the tray in front of Harry's cell and sliding it through the food gate “I got some food for you…I’m sorry it's not the best but it’s all I could get extra of” Harry turned on his shoulder to glance at the tray. Alfie stifled a gasp as he spotted the darkening large bruise under Harry's jaw and eye, and the multiple bleeding cuts on his cheek and lips.

Harry didn’t speak, slowly sitting up and standing, hobbling over to the tray and picking it up, nodding at Alfie as he inspected the “food”

He walked back into the corner of his cell, wincing as the nasty black bruise on his leg gave him trouble sitting down.

Alfie watched as Harry scarfed down his rotting food, shuffling nervously on his feet. “Do you really think your Auradon girl is going to come for you?” he asked, flinching as Harry’s, though puffy and rimmed with red, bright blue eyes turned to him “Not-not in a bad way, I meant more-…is she really going to do all you said she would?”

“Aye,” Harry's voice was rough, almost non-existent from the screams that had been forcefully ripped from it. “The lass won't hold’ back ‘gainst him…I know it” Alfie stared at the fond smile that was on Harry's face and nodded, standing from his crouch next to Harry's cell and spinning on his heel.

“…Goodnight” Alfie sighed, walking out of the brig and to the crew's quarters. He hoped that when Harry's girl came for Hook, he wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire.

-End of part 10-

Wow part 10! There it is! Yep sooo…I don’t got much to talk about other than MAL FINALLY APOLOGIZES FOR THE SHIT SHE PUTS EVIE THROUGH! Proper character development people! Also yes the cabin boy is not mean to Harry, he’s just a younger teen trying to get by on the isle and got roped into being on James hook’s crew.

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dialovers-translations · 5 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS 5th Anniversary Book - Mukami Kou [Character Interview]

QUESTION 01. What is your favorite thing right now?

A. Lately this hair pin and this rubber band have been my favorites! One’s shaped like a heart, the other like a cat! I picked them out together with M-neko-chan~! ♪ They fit me perfectly, I like them veeeery much!

QUESTION 02. What are your recent preferences in regards to fashion?

A. I pay quite a bit of attention to my fashion. I’m an idol after all! Lately I’ve been choosing a lot of pink-colored clothes, while also incorporating the current trends~ Pink is such a cute color, but there’s only a limited amount of people who can pull it off, don’t you think? That’s why I can’t help but pick them out.

QUESTION 03. Do you have any subconscious quirks?

A. Let’s see. When I don’t have anything to do, I start fidgeting with my fingers a little, for example? I end up doing it in between photo shoots and such~

QUESTION 04. How do you spend your off days?

A. On my off days, I’ll sit back and take my time reading magazines, or head out together with my siblings. Of course, sometimes I go to town to buy clothes as well...Although, most of the time I just sleep the time away until I get woken up by Ruki-kun or Azusa-kun. I don’t get a lot of off days, so I try and get some rest as much as possible.

QUESTION 05. What does your sleepwear look like?

A. That’s a secret! ...Is what I would say, but I’ll make an exception and tell you! Actually, as of late l’ve been sleeping in pajamas which have a pair of cat ears attached to them~! They feel comfortable and are cute as well, so I really like them. I’d love to wear matching ones with M-neko-chan.

QUESTION 06. What’s one thing you always do before going to bed?

A. Every day before I sleep...I stretch and do some light muscle training! Physical strength is a must for any idol, and when I play a part in action movies, muscle power and flexibility are necessary as well. Also, after getting some advice from my make-up artist, I’ve started going to bed after applying some body cream.

QUESTION 07. Which part of your own body do you like best?

A. A part I like, huh~? My tied hair which springs up is my trademark, but I’m confident in my physique* as well so I’m not sure which one to pick...But if I had to name my favorite body part, it would have to be my eyes. They are special to me after all.

-> The word スタイル or ‘style’ which comes from English actually refers to a person’s physique/figure/body shape rather than say a fashion style.

QUESTION 08. What do you like best about your own room?

A. My room’s rather pretty, you know? Whenever it’s a mess, Ruki-kun and the others will clean it up for me after all. ★ Which is why I’d be fine whenever a magazine or a TV program decides to host a tour of my room. The thing I like the most has to be the large mirror. I head out every day after checking my hair and clothes in said mirror.

QUESTION 09. Tell us your most vivid memory with your brothers!

A. I have lots of memories with my brothers, but the one that left the biggest impression on me has to be...when we escaped the orphanage together and looked at the bright, blue sky, I guess. There’s tons of memories which are important to me, but that blue sky is a precious memory which I can never forget.

QUESTION 10. How do you feel about Karlheinz?

A. That man? I’m extremely grateful to him. I mean, he’s our savior after all. The fact we were able to become a family, or that I got to meet M-neko-chan, all of it is thanks to him. That’s why I’m grateful.

QUESTION 11. Where would you go on a date?

A. Hmm, there’s tons of places I’d love to go so it’s hard to make a choice. However, if we’re gonna go all out anyway, I’d really like to adapt to the season and visit various places. ♪ I want to watch the cherry blossoms in spring, go to the beach in summer or the mountains in fall, and see the Christmas lights in winter~ However, I’m sure that if I’m on a date with the girl I love, I’d have fun anywhere!

QUESTION 12. Which kind of gestures from a girl make your heart skip a beat?

A. Let’s seeー This one’s pretty standard, but when she looks up at you, for example. Also when she puffs out her cheeks in frustration is cute as well. When I see her make those kind of faces, I can’t help but want to tease her~ But in the end, a smile still fits a girl the best!

QUESTION 13. What does her* blood taste like?

--> 彼女 or ‘kanojo’ in Japanese can be transated as ‘she/her’, but it is also used to refer to someone’s girlfriend.

A. M-neko-chan’s blood tastes sweeeet~! Not even the sweetest nectar can compare! You feel like you’re gonna melt even from just licking it once!

QUESTION 14. Which body part do you like sucking her blood from?

A. M-neko-chan’s blood is delicious regardless of the place I suck from but...Personally I like drinking from the upper arm! Not only is it soft and easy to sink my fangs into it, I like how I can watch her expressions as I suck her blood. I like watching her make a pleasurable face as her cheeks turn red. ♪ Ah, that part’s a secret, okay?

QUESTION 15. What does she mean to you?

A. To me, M-neko-chan is like the blue sky. I guess you could say she’s someone precious who I definitely don’t want to lose. Of course, Ruki-kun and the others are important to me as well, but I believe my feelings towards M-neko-chan are still somewhat different from those. I want to continue watching the blue sky I love so much, with M-neko-chan by my side.

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