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bound-writings · 5 years ago

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Teru x female reader who's bad at her studies headcannons! Teru has secret crush on her

BUEIDW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I HOPE U ENJOY ANON!!! ALSO TAGGING @jshk-oneshots AND @toilettebound BC I THINK THEY WANTED TO SEE THE TERU FLUFF! ALSO @daikon-legss BC THEY ARE IN A TERU LOVING MOOD! (aLSO PARTIALLY INSPIRED BY CH 59 OF TBHK)

Teru Helping His Crush Study HCS

As we all know, Teru, quite frankly, is smart as hell. Good at English, bad with nothing. A ranking of #1 out of #231. A true perfect student. He’s never had too much trouble studying, so when you go up to him wailing about your studies, he’s a bit surprised (and also in awe at how cute you look.)

You quickly opened the door to the student council, slamming the door against the wall, your hand placed on your chest as you furiously looked around the room, looking for a specific cheese head which you secretly adored. You must have looked like a crazy person but you didn’t care right now.

“(Name)?”

You whipped your head over to the direction of the voice. Teru was standing over his desk, his head tilted slightly to the side curiously, paperwork scattered about.

Cute, you thought.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of that kind of thought.

“(Name)? Are you ok? You look very frazzled-”

You ran up to him, your feet skidding to a halt as you clutched his shirt.

“T-Teru… it’s the worst possible situation ever!”

Teru looked down at you. Big puppy eyes and your lip jutting out, small fingers locked onto his shirt and one hand even on his tie, you looked adorable. Your hair was ruffled and pieces were sticking out, some bags under your eye, and your chest was heaving up and down as if you were running for quite a while. The tips of his ears went red as you were so close to him, your warmth was a comfort to him.

“What’s the matter, (Name)?”

You buried his head into his chest, a small whine escaping you.

“Finals, Teru. FINALS!”

Teru raised his eyebrows as he brought his fingers to his chin.

“Finals, huh…”

“Yes, finals! How and why do you sound so calm about it?!”

“Well-”

“Oh yea.. I almost forgot. You’re the undefeated top-scoring student, amazing at everything…” you sulked, fingers dragging down his chest. You turned your back to him as you crossed your arms, pouting.

“Now, (Name)… why are you so scared about it in the first place? You’re quite capable and smart.”

You whipped around, grabbing his shoulders as you pursed your lips. “That’s not even true! But the worst part is…”

“Is..?” Teru was amused at your antics. You were very entertaining, one of the reasons he loved you.

“Is that I’m absolutely lost when studying!”

Teru blinked his eyes at you, while you stared straight into his own with the most serious expression he’s ever seen on you before he broke out in a chuckle and covered his mouth to try to muffle his laughs. You furrowed your eyebrows at his reaction.

“Teru, this is not a laughing matter! I’m being 100% serious right now!”

Teru smiled at you as he gently removed your hands from his shirt and set them at your side, his heart slightly pounding against his chest as he savored the softness of your hands in his.

“(Name), I’m sure you’re exaggerating-”

“I’m not, Teru! Every time I tried to study, I always got distracted, or I don’t understand the material, and just- grr!” you scowled, running your hands through your hair. “And imagine what everyone will think when they see a member of the student council fail their exams! They’ll call me the dumbest person in the school!”

Then, your shoulders perked up, as you nervously glanced up at him. “T-That’s why I came to ask you to help me.”

“Oh?”

“Y-yea!” You glided over to Teru once again and clasped your hands together. “Please, Teru! Help me study!”

“Sure, (Name.)”

“Please, this is a once in a lifetime reque- eh?” You hastily looked up, eyes shining with hope. “You will?!”

Teru smiled as he smoothed your ruffled hair. “Of course, (Name.) Anything for you,” he said, twirling a lock of hair around his fingers.

You blushed as you bowed. “Thank you so much, Teru! Oh, I’ll help you finish all your paperwork and-”

“But-”

“Oh God, there’s a but?! Teru, please don’t make me do something crazy-”

“Don’t look so scared, I didn’t even say anything yet (Name)!” he smiled, sparkles floating around him.

You squinted your eyes at his suspiciously. Even though you had a secret infatuation with the boy, you knew how he would, well, treat Akane. Teru leaned forward, whispering into your ear.

“You have to listen to one command from me, no matter what it is.” His breath tickled your ear and you were sure you were going to combust.

“If you’re fine with that, come see me after school, (Name).”

The sly mf already knew you were going to say yes. This boy knows how to work his magic to get you to come to him. Not just he means any harm, he’s just itching to spend some alone time with you (even if he appears to be neutral on the surface.) So he’s not surprised when you’re there waiting for him, hands on your hips, cheeks slightly flushed. (All according to plan!)

“I agree to your condition, Teru! But it better not be anything weird!”

He just smiles at you but inside he’s giddy with joy. Some alone time? With you? The most beautiful person he knows, loves, and adores? HELL YES! He doesn’t miss the opportunity to invite you to his house, despite the amount of paperwork he has left to do. (He’ll just dump it on Akane.) When you two arrive at his house, you’re probably marveling at how big it is and he’s just smiling at you all happy because he’s so glad he just snatched you up for some alone time. When Kou and Tiara saw you they got all excited because they love you too!! The two youngest siblings were giving each other looks because the only time their big brother brings anyone home is when he really likes them so they’re like ;) you go get them, tiger!!

Of course, y’all actually have to study, unfortunately. Teru has everything organized already (he prepared just for you!) You would start with the easiest stuff first because he didn’t want you to get overwhelmed too early on. Sometimes it’s hard for both of you to focus. When you’re trying to figure out a question, Teru points and shows you how to do it and his fingers brush ever so gently against yours. Both of you are flustered, but neither of you pull away, because, well, both of you like the feeling. Teru tends to stare at you a lot, whether it’s intentional or not, you don’t know. You are just chewing your pencil, glaring at the question while Teru just stares at you patiently with literal sparkles around him, and when you looked up you are blinded by how precious he looks. Similarly, whenever you get a question right, you always send Teru a closed eye smile, one hand against your cheek and the other making a peace sign. Cue Teru trying not to blush. He just wants to hold your hand and squeeze it every time you got something right and to maybe give you some cheek and forehead kisses every time you did something adorable (which is like 24/7 according to Teru’s logic.) It is actually quite a productive studying session, much to your delight, and Teru is also satisfied because he got to spend time with his beloved and also him you!

Much like a few days ago, you busted open the door to the student council, hopping in while you waved your hands around delightedly. You squealed with glee at the sight of Teru, rushing over to him with a piece of paper in your hand.

“Teru, Teru! Look!” you giggled as shoved the slip of paper that had the grades for your final exams.

“I actually did good!” you twirled around, humming, slightly hoping Teru would praise you.

Teru smiled at you, his face going soft at your adorableness. “I told you that you were going to do fine. You didn’t even need my help.”

“Hey! That’s not true! Without you, I would have failed! So I guess I’m in your debt now!” you grinned, shyly scratching your cheek.

“Of course you are, (Name). Don’t you remember the condition?”

“The condition? What- oh.. that conditon..” your face fell as a nervous grin replaced your previous one. “W-well, Teru, it was nice seeing you but I think I have to go now!” you started backing up towards the door but it was pushed in and your back hit the wall. When did that happen? There was no time to think or escape as Teru was quicker than your tiny little legs.

A hand gently hit the wall next to your face, as you nearly jumped at the sound as you glanced at it. When you glanced back to speak up, Teru’s face was already alarmingly close to yours. His beautiful blue eyes stared at you, and you could see his features close up. He was handsome already… but damn, you could feel your whole body heating up.

“You know, (Name), it’s not good to go back on your word.”

You couldn’t conjure any words to respond.

“You don’t have to worry though. My request is a very simple one.”

You merely nodded as you averted eye contact, you could barely even stand as your legs turned to jelly.

“Close your eyes for me, (Name).”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his particularly strange request but did as he asked, squeezing your eyes shut as you swallowed in anticipation of something bad to happen.

A hand caressed your cheek, causing you to stiffen in surprise. A finger traced your lips and lifted your chin up. Then another pair of lips brushed against yours, and then smashed onto yours leaving you in complete and utter shock. Teru’s hand gently combed through your locks, and it all sank in.

Teru was kissing you.

He pulled away almost too fast, his hands leaving your body and returning to his side, leaving you in a flurry of emotions and also wanting more of those sweet, delectable, kisses.

“That wasn’t too bad of a condition, was it, (Name)?” he asked playfully, enjoying the sight of your flustered face and messy hair displayed before him.

There was one thing you knew for sure.

If this was the condition for studying with Teru, you’d be very interested in studying with him a lot more often.

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crispyjenkins · 4 years ago

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B U I R, continuation of the last fic? Padawan Obi and master Dooku are freakin great. Would like to see more of jango being a disaster & a himbo for one (1) man

(my kid enabled me and i’ve been writing this between packing/moving the last week and i don’t know when i’ll be able to start something new (tonight? tomorrow? next week? lord knows), so i’m very sorry to the quinobi anon, yours is next, i promise!!

imagine that one Stiles/Malia cuddle that literally will not stop looping through my brain even though i haven’t watched teen wolf

warning for minor blood and injury, minor descriptions/implications of torture. takes place maybe three years after the last!)

It’s a little uncomfortable, trying to sleep against a wall while also trying to keep your sort-of-love-interest's headwound elevated on your own lap, and whatever remains of Obi-Wan’s internal clock protests to the surely late hour should they have been on Coruscant.

Which they’re not, of course, because Obi-Wan has apparently run out of brownie points with the Force, and all his bad luck is catching up to him all at once: getting kidnapped by the Daan for ransom is one thing, getting his shuttle knocked clean out of the sky over Odos and barely managing to protect his fellow passengers in the crash is another entirely. A concussion and a Force-suppression collar later, Obi-Wan had been thrown in a clinically-plain but entirely-dark cell with a barely-conscious Mand'alor that he hasn't seen outside of holocomms since Concord Dawn.

And some part of Obi-Wan is thankful for the excuse to see the real Jango again, not just the fuzzy holos that barely passed recognition and had to be viewed in private, but most of Obi-Wan is livid that this had only been made possible by the both of them getting snatched by the beginnings of a separatist alliance in the mid rim.

Livid that Jango has been here days longer than him, the passage of time marked in fist-shaped bruises and a bleeding lip — and Obi-Wan can't do anything about it, not cut off from the Force as he is.

The single door on the other side of the durasteel bars slides open, spilling harsh white light into the room and sending a nauseating pulse of pain through Obi-Wan's head. The Rattataki nightsister that had dragged him out of the wreckage of the shuttle all but bounces up to the bars, smile cruel in its delight. Force, but she can't be more than twenty-four standard, and already she has two red 'sabers at her hips.

“Well, isn’t that sweet,” Ventress purrs, and Obi-Wan is far too tired to deal with her posturing. He elects to ignore her, letting his head sag into the corner all while giving Jango's wrist a harsh squeeze to surreptitiously wake him, careful to keep his free hand curled around the back of Jango's neck to let him know they're not in immediate danger, but to be wary.

The Mand'alor stirs, and he had been raised a soldier, he knows better than to give himself away immediately. Instead, he keeps his muscles slack even as he takes in the situation, the breathing of a third person in the room, the slow, steady brush of Obi-Wan's thumb over his pulse.

"You can ignore me all you like, Jedi," Ventress says, certainly sounding at ease in her upper hand. "When my master arrives, your tongue will quickly loosen."

Obi-Wan simply grunts, glaring at her for all the good that will do. "I do hope he's not quite so young as yourself," he drawls, as Jango carefully shifts and tests his aches and pains. "You'll have to forgive me for finding it difficult to fear one younger than some padawans."

Ventress hisses, one hand grabbing the bars to pull herself closer. "Not all can be so perfect as you, young Master Kenobi." Jango twitches against him, and Obi-Wan doesn't need the Force to feel his rage. "I do look forward to my master showing you what real power is."

"Well, then I hope he arrives soon, before you manage to bore us to death."

"Obi-Wan," Jango murmurs in warning, stupidly alerting Ventress to his wakefulness.

To his credit, Ventress doesn’t even look like she notices, lips curling back as she waves her hand and the barred door slams to the side. It’s a careless use of the Force, Obi-Wan thinks, which is a shame because she certainly isn’t lacking in skill, though perhaps this isn’t what he should be focussing on.

Slinking into the cell followed quickly by two magnaguards from the hall, Ventress uses that skill to effortlessly grab Jango with the Force and drag him off of Obi-Wan, flinging him across the room into the arms of one of the magnaguards. The other shoves its electrostaff into Obi-Wan’s face to stop him from scrambling up to follow, Ventress leering over Obi-Wan with her fingers gliding over her ‘saber hilts.

“My master warned me of your wayward words, Master Kenobi, you are foolish to think you can use your powers against me," she hisses.

Maker, at least she's earnest. "I didn't think you'd be so quick to forget, darling," Obi-Wan says with a disarming smile, "that you've already made sure I have no powers to speak of."

Over Ventress’ shoulder, Jango jerks in the droid’s arms with a desperately angry frown aimed right at Obi-Wan, and he’s probably right: Obi-Wan really should stop antagonising their captors. It’s difficult, though, when the bleary half-light through the open door frames the fresh split at the corner of Jango’s lip, that Obi-Wan is helpless to remedy.

Ventress snarls at him and grabs the suppression collar underneath his chin, pulling just enough to make him grunt in pain as she forces his head up to look at her; Jango doesn’t make a sound, but yanks against the magnaguard’s grip with enough force that both he and the droid stumble. Ventress pays them absolutely no mind as she leans right into Obi-Wan’s face.

“You will learn to fear us,” she whispers, sibilance bouncing around his mind like the spots that start to dance at the edges of his vision. “We have some more questions for his honor, but you get to sit here in the dark and reflect, perhaps you should meditate, Jedi, on the fate that awaits you at my master’s hands.”

Obi-Wan has just enough leeway to suck in a breath, and uses it to murmur back, “I’m starting to wonder if you even have a master, with the way you hide behind his ‘power’.”

With a ferocious snarl, Ventress yanks him clean off the floor and into the air by the collar, his surprised gasp cutting off into a wheeze as his head snaps back. Jango barks something at Ventess, though Obi-Wan can’t hear exactly what over the roar in his ears.

He scrambles at Ventress' wrist in an attempt to pull himself up enough to just kriffing breathe, to take some of his weight off his neck, but it's been days since he's eaten, and his toes barely brush the floor, and Ventress knows exactly how to manipulate his body to make it hurt. Force, he can hear Jango's voice, low, dangerous, edged in panic, and he can't make out a single word. Instead, Obi-Wan curses his height that he normally doesn't mind, for the way someone at least five years his junior can hold him so powerless so easily.

And then after an eternity, after the world starts to grey and Obi-Wan almost feels like his neck will break, she drops him, oozing smugness as he crumples to the floor and barely manages not to smack his head against the durasteel; he lacks the strength to save his knees from the same fate. He chokes and coughs on the frigid, fake air, nearly retching at his lungs' attempt to suck in all his missing oxygen at once, and he's vaguely aware of Ventress saying something to him, probably gloating. He focuses on just keeping his head off the floor.

Endlessly gentle hands brace his ribs and the back of his neck as they maneuver Obi-Wan up from his stomach to the closest wall, and Obi-Wan knows to trust these hands, that the hurried murmur cutting through the din is not Ventress, that he should probably listen to the owner of those hands.

Jango presses two fingers under Obi-Wan's jaw and checks his pulse, his holo-fuzzy face only coming into focus when the bars slam back into place and the door glides closed on the other side of the room.

"You with me, ner ca'tra?" Jango asks, tilting Obi-Wan's chin up until he nods.

Chest still jerking but forcing himself to calm, Obi-Wan looks around Jango's shoulder to the door, finding with relief that both Ventress and the magnaguards have left them in the dark once again. "Ar-Ar you alright?" he coughs, voice sounding as rough as it feels.

Jango sighs sharply and drags his hand up to push Obi-Wan's loose hair back from his face. "Force preserve me from jetiise suicidal selflessness. I'm fine, kih'jetii, I'll pretend you asked because you've gone stupid from oxygen loss."

Obi-Wan laughs, though it still sounds like a gasp, and lets the Mand'alor pull him gently into his shoulder.

"Padawan," Yan says softly, side stepping in front of the Neimoidian senator that had been talking his ear off for the past hour. Obi-Wan relaxes immediately as his master blocks out the rest of the room, the sounds and the light and the people, and he's never so thankful for Yan's height than he is when chill creeps over the back of his mind and digs its claws into his temples.

It's easier now that he's older, he has more control, has a better understanding of the Unifying Force, and under Yan's tutelage, his shields certainly aren't lacking. Visions are rare, Obi-Wan mostly gets jabs and encouragement from the Force these days, and even in dreams, events are rarely clear enough to preemptively act upon.

But sometimes it's like this, ice starting just where his spine meets his skull, swiftly growing under bone and frosting over gray matter, crystalising his mental shields until they're brittle enough to shatter. He's been under Yan's care for more than half his life now, his master can feel a vision coming on almost before Obi-Wan does, and if it weren't for the crowded ballroom around them, Obi-Wan would sob in relief when his master gently settles two fingers on his temple and supports his mind from below.

Obi-Wan chases the flashes of colour and pictures, the vague senses of warmth and rain and contentment, before rock explodes and durasteel rends. Amorphous screams slam against the inside of his skull, and he leans harder into Yan's hand to combat it, to prop himself up until he can reach out and try and catch those will-o-the-wisps of answers, of hints of where or when these flashes will matter.

"Soon," he mumbles, feeling Yan move slowly and methodically over the cracks in his mind, patching them with care. "I don't... A terrorist attack, Master Yan, I don't—"

"Easy, padawan," Yan soothes back and sets his free hand on the other side of Obi-Wan's face, like he used to before Obi-Wan had learned enough control. "The details matter not."

He lets out a harsh breath. "The details matter not. The details... Desert. Refugees. Claw marks, master, and..." Obi-Wan frowns, pinching his brows together in confusion. "The... the stolen armour. From before."

Yan rumbles unhappily. "Are you sure, Obi-Wan?"

"I'm sure," he whispers. "I would know that armour anywhere."

Mand'alor — “Sole ruler”, contended ruler of Mandalore. ner ca'tra — “my night sky”, intimate term of endearment jetiise — “Jedi” pl., sing. jetii kih'jetii — “Little Jedi”, usually offensive but the relationship between Mandalorians and Jedi are better in this ‘verse so

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doomstypewriter · 4 years ago

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abt the last ask: u dont have to include it ofc (if u write it at all) but i thought id let u know that its based on the mental image i suddenly had of j climbing up to pats window, knocking on the shutters, pat pulling him in by his lapels and immediately kissing him (if you can even call it that with how hard theyre smiling) & then sometime later pat hearing like his dads footsteps coming toward his room as theyre making out so pat scrambles off his bf & shoves him in his closet (the irony)

Anon, finally, here you have it, but with a twist. This got completely out of hand, as per usual when I write anything. Since you were so nice (/li) to send me your request in two parts, I will actually break your prompt into two parts, otherwise, it’s never going to end. I hope you’re pleased by the first part, also, I am answering to this first because it matches the content of the first part.

Thank you so much for your lovely prompt! Hope you enjoy!

If anyone wants to be tagged for this let me know in a comment!

AO3

Chapter 2 >>

We call it an affair because it’s a forbidden romance

Summary: An encounter in the dark. The disdain of society. A forbidden romance. Royalty is involved and a title is at stake. Will an aspiring count, Patton Morandi and his rogue lover Janus overcome the barriers laid in front of them?

(We're in it for the drama)

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“So long away and what I least expect is not you saving my life, but finding myself having missed your nonsense”.

“Is it nonsense when I make you smile like this?”

Word count: 3848

Pairings: Moceit, future Prinxiety.

TW: Homophobia, internalised homophobia, deadnaming a trans person, misogyny, mentions of religion, hopelessness, ideological things you would expect from the period (I'm not sure if there's anything else, but please tell me).

Chapter 1 of 2:

Balcony kiss

How the moonlight shone in its quiet dance with the nightly air. It was a mostly clear summer evening, the second day of the week-long festival. The sounds of music and colourful lights could be heard and seen from the distance, but gradually decreased as a certain thief made its way across the gardens of Villa Morandi. For certain, the head of the family would not be excessively happy about the entire ordeal, but no disgruntlement could come out of those things of which one has no knowledge of, and Janus surely intended to keep his entanglement a secret.

He crossed the bushes and jumped over marble balustrades expertly, careful to avoid the lights of the servant quarters, where their residents were reading themselves for departure.

“Signor Morandi seems to be in good spirits lately, it is fortunate that most of us can leave for the festival”.

Any news about the man was something worth listening to, given his situation, so he decided to stay and see if they mentioned something useful. Also, he, admittedly, enjoyed gossip.

“Loretta! Don’t be such a bragger in front of us!”

“Why? I’d say the only one lamenting not being able to go is you. You should be ashamed for dragging poor Virginia in with you to make yourself sound less self-centred”.

Janus silently nodded.

“That is not true! I am merely trying to make the newcomer feel welcome! And here you are making her feel excluded, who is now in the wrong?”

Weak retort, wannabe-partygoer, he thought.

“Va, va…” the other maid answered dismissively “Quit holding her like that! Don’t you see she’s uncomfortable?! Povera bambina”.

“Come on Virginia, don’t you think it’s a waste for such a wrinkly woman to be let out instead of us?”

“Who are you calling old?!”

“You did, but now that you so kindly brought it up, you are old! Turning wrinklier by the second!”

Alright, at this point, Janus could not help but be rooting for Loretta, going for the old card was the low-hanging fruit.

“I may be your senior, but I promise you that regardless of that nonsense about wrinkles you’re babbling I’m ten times more fair looking!”

“Ah!” she exclaimed with feigned indignation. “Can you believe her? She’s delusional!”

“Well then, the delusional one will not search for a man at the festival, such a pity I will not be introducing anyone to you this week!”

He smiled at the comeback. Way to go, Loretta.

“Loretta! Just because you had the luck to get engaged doesn’t give you the right to rob others of their chances. Don’t be so mean, I’ll apologise if I must”.

“Alright, but never dare call me wrinkly again, for you will owe this old woman when I find you a husband. Virginia, I can help you too if you want it, I know plenty of young lads who would love to…”

“Oh, no, I’m not really interested”.

At this point Janus had quenched his thirst for amusement and begun to lose his interest, having more pressing matters to attend to. But, one new comment made him reconsider the usefulness of his eavesdropping for longer on the ladies’ conversation.

“That’s right, Loretta, don’t you see she’s here on official duty. To suggest for her to slack off with men… ts, ts… “

“Oh, you shut up! Don’t fret, Virginia, dear, I should have remembered you were sent for an urgent matter”.

“True, true! Tell us if you can, is it as they say? Was her ladyship done in by pirates?”

“Elda! Such crude language, you dare call yourself a lady, how can you say something so insensitive?”

“What? You want to know as badly as I do, besides, if it is true, then there is no changing it, and if it’s not then it’s fine, as her ladyship is still alive”.

“I’m so sorry, Virginia, just ignore her”.

“Don’t worry. As far as I’m willing to say, her ladyship still lives but I cannot disclose any further information”.

Oh.

No.

When one spies on others, bad news exists as a possibility, but, usually, in the form of getting caught. This happened to be worse. Being spotted? That he could deal with. Having his heart ripped out after one stellar month? Not so much.

He ran.

Not from his problems. More or less towards them.

The marble balcony seemed as unreachable as ever. A sense of dread loomed over his thoughts, while a mix of feelings, now turned into urgency, settled in his heart.

Raising a hand Janus willed his trustworthy companion to fall from the nightly skies. Meanwhile, he began to climb the walls of the manor. There was an undeserved elegance in his motions, not becoming of such an honourless goal, and, nevertheless, fitting for a thief like him.

The hawk swept inside the room from a window and cast the doors to the balcony open.

Janus promptly grabbed onto the bass of the marble balustrade. One month ago he had received news of something that would simplify his life. He knew he should not care, it was going to end poorly no matter what. But, rereading two months worth of love letters and hoping for an uncertain future, he could not help but feel happy. That made his resolve to return in time for the festival.

From the room came a sound of rushing footsteps.

Three months of yearning to see a face again.

That image made Janus more desperate, and, in his haste, he committed one fatal mistake. His grip on the marble slipped. At a thirty feet height, the ground beckoned him.

But, just when his doom seemed so certain, he was caught by the front of his cape and safely gathered against a pair of lips.

With such smiles stretching their faces, it could barely be called a kiss. But, the intensity of the affections behind it rendered the notion meaningless.

“My love”, Janus muttered as they parted ever so slightly.

“You scared me, silly. I miss you for three months and when you’re returned to me I almost lose you for good”.

“Let’s be happy you were there to catch me”.

“Thank the Lord, and if He wills it, I will always be”.

“I ought to be grateful to you, my dear, not the ones above” he answered while stepping to the safe side of the balcony.

“Well, our poor feathery friend can’t be too happy about that” Patton laughed dismissively, gazing at Janus’ hawk.

“You’re right. I neglect to show my gratitude, perhaps you could give me somewhere to start?”

“Oh, but how can I hand you my room, my sweet, the stones of the house are too heavy!”

“So long away and what I least expect is not you saving my life, but finding myself having missed your nonsense”.

“Is it nonsense when I make you smile like this?”

Janus laughed in delight.

“Let me make you smile in turn, then”, he said, whilst extending his hand.

The touch of Patton’s palm felt like a warm pressure through the barrier of his leather gloves. Perhaps all of his interactions were as imperfect as their naked hands not being able to meet. Janus’ fake gallantry, their hopes, may be short-lived in the face of change. But, for now, he would rather enjoy pretending.

He pulled Patton to the inside of the alcove.

“Are you refined now?” Patton laughed.

“Of course, I have always been. Whatever could lead you to ask such a question? If I were to be a thief, which I am not, I would be the most honourable”.

There was a certain amount of delight to be found in catching his lover in the midst of changing into his night robes, judging by those being laid out onto the bed’s ostentatious covers. Despite such a degree of luxury surrounding Patton, he still refused to task any servant to dress him. What was there not to love about the man?

Patton made a motion as if to hold his hands, only to surprise him by pulling his gloves off. Any other person, and it would have been a display of sensuality, coming from him, it was like movement turned into honey, perhaps a mixture of both. Indeed, there was everything to love about him.

Maybe not all. Janus dreaded to admit how deep in he had allowed himself to be for this man.

A fool for a good man.

His hands felt the light night coldness in their grip on the linen shirt. Janus almost wanted to chastise himself as the thought of kissing away the kiss of the midnight breeze came to mind. He hid in the curve of Patton’s neck, sliding his lips along it, feeling like a coward whispering a lie. Countless lies. Telling himself this was enough, that he could bear the thought of this man taken away from him by a woman, that the thrill in this forbidden form of vice was not his worry taking yet another disguise.

“Oh, you’re a thief alright”.

“Is there something of yours I happen to have taken?” Janus retorted with a vague tone of amusement.

Patton cradled his left cheek in a firm request to see his face. Who was Janus to deny him?

“You know all too well you have”.

Oh.

“Well, that would make two of us”.

Patton’s expression melted into more honey. It always made Janus unsure as to whether he had made a mistake, no matter how unfounded the doubt was.

“Thank you” the words rebounded in proximity against the other’s lips. Janus didn’t know Patton could also be cruel.

“A little sincerity never hurt anyone”.

“You are not anyone” he smiled softly.

“Then make the pain up to me”.

Both their lips made contact like a wax seal on a letter. Janus pushed Patton against a low piece of furniture. From how the other fumbled, he could tell a corner was pressing against him. Despite the sting, Patton still committed himself to their affections. If that wasn’t a metaphor for their relationship Janus didn’t know what it was. Janus knew Patton would disagree, of course.

It seemed that exchanging one piece of furniture for another, the bed, would not be possible. Someone was knocking on the door.

“Janus…” Patton panicked in a hushed voice.

“Not a problem, my dear, this is my speciality” he smiled at him.

Janus’ feet almost flew over the carpet, muffled by the Persian fibres and his expertise on avoiding the parts of the floor that creaked. He turned the key of Patton’s wardrobe without the distinctive noise most people couldn’t avoid. Luckily for them, he wasn’t most people. The door mysteriously closed itself from the inside. Janus could swear to hear Patton draw a breath in wonder as to how he had done it.

“My son, let me in!” a voice came from the corridor.

“On my way, father”.

The mule-like bray of the alcove’s door hinges Janus detested preceded the sound of a set of footsteps he knew and loathed just as well, if not more.

“Were you reading yourself for bed? Ah, do not answer, I can already see your night robes over there. How many times need I tell you, call the servants to dress you, it is unbecoming that you do not. Moreso with the status you are to acquire”.

Janus almost scoffed upon hearing it.

It wasn’t that Janus outright looked down on Signor Morandi. He certainly held an admirable reputation and an even more admirable wealth. He contributed to the church, upheld his honour, was a patron to a few talented artists and did everything expected from someone of his status. By societal definition, he was an outstanding man. But, he could never understand Patton. Yes, Patton’s behaviour in public also stood to scrutiny. He was a young man to be admired, for sure. Yet, it somehow mismatched any other person’s strive for reputability. Patton lacked this performative quality, eagerness, if you will, that he found time and time again in people.

At first, Janus struggled to comprehend it. Everyone had desires outside of the strictly polite, they either pretended they didn’t or tried to hide it, that’s why they paid the church, after all. Janus didn’t believe people made an effort to actively align with the global canon for morality, just to look like it or deceive themselves. This theory on society made it so when he met Patton he simply dismissed him as a try-hard, later to relabel him as self-deceiving. Maybe he was a victim of his own biased cynicism.

As they grew closer, he started to get the whole picture. To his surprise, Patton tried to get his desires to align with what he perceived as morally correct, sometimes failing miserably. Janus’ presence in his room didn’t qualify as a success by society’s criteria... Patton’s effort to be ‘good’ did not come from a place of wishing to be perceived as such. Patton didn’t want to look good, he needed to be good. A good man. The realisation was hard to process but true.

Once he understood that, Janus could not let go. It stands to reason that, if that kind of person were to earn his affection, someone like his father would awaken his spite. Signor Morandi had simply never made an effort to understand his son’s motivations, unlike Janus. If he was a cynic, Patton was a victim to his own good intentions.

“I do not understand”.

“Lady Renata Regio is alive”.

“Oh”.

“Yes, it is most fortunate, you will no longer have to stay inside and miss the festival”.

“Well, father, I am not sure if that is appropriate, her ladyship must be feeling poorly after such a horrid experience. Perhaps it is best if I stay in and promptly send a letter to help soothe her”.

“Patton, it honours you to be willing to put the weak’s suffering before yours, but it is not needed in this case. You do not have to concern yourself with her. I am afraid that she is safe and sound on the account of having planned her own kidnapping. Lady Renata Regio has joined the pirates bringing disgrace upon her family, the wretched woman”.

Yes! Janus thought. Neither the wardrobe nor the entire room could contain his joy at hearing it.

“That is most unfortunate, should I reassure her family that I do not hold any resentment towards them?”

“It would be no good, there is going to be a scandal!” Signor Morandi sounded too happy.

Janus could not help but to smile a little.

“Are we going to pursue any retaliation?” Janus almost saw Patton shudder in the tone he used. “I do not think it necessary, it is a matter of marriage, although important, there are many other options that--”

“Yes, there are many other women to pursue, that is the spirit! In said spirits, I must inform you of the most wonderful news I have just received”.

What?

“Today a trusted servant from the Regio estate arrived at our home”.

“Yes, Virginia Fusco”, of course, Patton knew her name. “I personally received her, she refused to tell me exactly why she was sent here, also insisted to wait to talk to you”.

“Precisely, well, it turns out she is the personal servant of Lady Romina Regio”.

“The eldest of the twin daughters of the Regio?”

“Indeed. Let me be frank with you son, the Regio know they cannot keep the true actions of their lesser daughter hidden forever, a rumour is meant to surface eventually. This is very unfortunate for them, I have heard they were planning to match Lady Romina with a higher member of the nobility. Her sister’s actions have ruined her chances, it is unlikely that whoever was to marry her will accept such a union. My son, you know I always have your best interests in mind, Lady Renata Regio was a fine choice to provide you with connections to nobility. In turn, her family would have got access to our wealth, which, after their losses in the war, they need”.

Oh no.

“This being the circumstances, they have to choose how to align themselves in the future and what would be more advantageous to the family”.

“Shit” Janus said under his breath.

“We are about to reach an agreement for a marriage between Lady Romina Regio and you. I need you to understand that, if you are to accept, you will have to face some troubles, at least initially. The rumours about Lady Renata’s motivations may taint your reputation for a short while and the Regio’s rush to marry off Lady Romina will raise more rumours”.

“What choice would please you the most?”

“Oh, Patton, you idiot”.

“The union could make your child a count, you could potentially obtain a title depending on how we negotiate with the family. It is my wish that you accept this marriage”.

“Will this bring honour to our family?”

“Certainly”.

“Then…” an air of doubt went through Patton’s voice.

Janus was debating whether or not to burst out of the closet, either to tell him to refuse or to scold him for not accepting immediately what was probably the best opportunity of his life.

“Of course I will accept”.

“You make me very happy and proud, my son. I will meet with the servant girl to send her back with a letter requesting to meet with Lord Regio”.

The words were spoken carelessly. Signor Morandi often did that around his son, not knowing how many times he had been overheard by him. He may be a great man by society’s standards, but he could never be a good man.

Janus slumped against the back of the wardrobe, surrounded by pieces of clothing he could never afford. There was a world in which Patton had refused. But Patton hadn’t been left a real choice, so he could find some comfort in knowing this thing between the two had to end due to him being backed into a corner. Better than having Patton’s morals come between them. That, he would never reconcile with.

This was better than before. Being cast away for something as mundane as marriage, no matter the useful connections involved, was one thing, being left for a countess, well, if that’s what it took to refuse him he wouldn’t complain too much.

He would have preferred a marchioness or a duchess.

He would have preferred to be the only thing standing in between Patton and kingship and still win.

He would definitely prefer it if Signor Morandi was to accidentally fall down a flight of stairs on his way to writing his pesky letter.

There was nothing like a fire to persuade someone, even a countess…

But Patton would be upset.

His hawk screeched from the roofs above. Then footsteps rushed to his side, followed by candlelight flooding the inside of the closet.

Patton had no right to look so humble yet so marvellous. Not even the warmth of the flame could rival with that of his gaze. A gaze that was his’, not of any countess. But, still, a gaze that deserved to become a count.

“Janus…”

Honey clogging up his ears, that was the shape of a whisper.

“I suppose”, he shook off the dust of his cape and held his head up with dignity, “this is when we part. I’d love to say it’s a pity, but we saw it coming. Guess it was nice to enjoy it while it lasted. I’m always a letter away, my dear, that countess of yours wouldn’t ever find out”.

This was the bitter taste of selflessness. He never understood how Patton enjoyed it.

Janus turned around, ready to make his merry way out of Villa Morandi or fall off the balcony properly this time. Suddenly, Patton’s armed chained the two of them to their spot in the room. Patton’s chest heaved pitifully in a mockery of a hiccup.

“I’m sorry. What was I supposed to do? There was no other choice. I didn’t wish to upset you. Please--”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He promptly let him go.

“I…”

Janus turned back to face him.

“You think crying will make this easier? Do you seriously think I enjoy this? I would gladly rob you of everything and have you entirely to myself. It is taking so much self-restraint to not get your father into a tragic accident, my dear. If anything, you’re making it worse by crying. I am doing this for you. Don’t you dare ruin the one honourable thing I will do in my life”.

“How can I pretend to be happy when you’re leaving?”

There were sparks of light encased in his tears. Something about their ironic beauty left him even more heart-broken.

“What am I going to do, then? I can be selfish to an extent, but I cannot take the rest of your life too. You’re being offered a title and a wife, all the things someone at your level could wish for. Don’t be more of an imbecile, keep it. It is already inappropriate for you to be seen with the likes of me, and it’s even worse with me being a man”.

“You’ve never cared about that”.

“But you do! Let resume, dear”, he tried to say in his most condescending voice. It didn’t sound even remotely like it. “You go to church each Sunday, you have five bibles just in this room and the most sincere good-samaritan complex I have ever seen. I know you can’t bear to live in sin”.

“I can’t bear to live without you either!”

Oh, Patton, you fool, silly, ridiculous man…

“What…” he felt as if he was going crazy.

A chuckle escaped through the spaces in between his teeth. Janus looked downwards and whispered.

“What are you saying?”

This self-consciousness, he had never felt anything like it before. Was he blushing?

“I love you… I know it’s wrong, so why doesn’t it feel like it?”

More honey. What a way for his plan to backfire.

“This is ridiculous, you should be concerning yourself with more important--”

Patton placed the back of his hand under his jaw to raise his head with such gentleness... stupid.

“Is it ridiculous when it’s making you cry like this?”

A compassionate man’s tears were not worth his. He had never been as sure as now that this was a mistake. Yet he longed for him more than ever.

“Of course not” he wiped away his tears feigning some kind of dignity.

As quickly as ever, he also pretended to regain his composure.

“Do you have any sort of plan for what you’re going to do next? Under pressure, you’re a terrible improviser, my love”.

“Well...I can’t let you go. I know as much. I should, for my family, father, my honour. But I will not. You’ve shown me that acting selfishly doesn’t make someone evil. I will find a way to fulfil my duty without giving you up, you have my word”.

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ego-driven-one-wing-angel · 5 years ago

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FF VII - Reno Headcanons | #5

ANON (1): Hey, I’ve your NSFW alphabet and I would loooooove a swf one with Zack and Biggs, and some NSFW with Reno, Rufus, I’m in dire need ot it! Send ya a lot of love!

ANON (2): I’d love an NSFW alphabet for Rufus or Reno too? Thanks!!

ANON (3): NSFW alphabet for Reno FF7 please

A/N: Another NSFW alphabet done, hope you enjoy!!

WARNING: NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

When the two of you finally regain your lost breath, Reno is all for taking the time to settle your heartbeats with a little cuddling. Soft kisses on your shoulders, the nuzzle of his nose in your hair, whispers of romance escaping his lips. He’s the one whispering I love you as the two of you drift off into sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reno’s personal favorite body part is his own tongue/mouth. He’s got a silver-tongue that loves to leave wet trails all over your body. Devilish kisses, whispering words in your skin, talking dirty to you as he removes your clothing. Favorite way to start the night off when you both have free time.

But his favorite body part on you has to be the dimples/small of your back. Can easily fit his hands around your waist, fitting his thumbs right in the crevice if he’s facing your back. Perfect size as if you were made just for him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Reno, much like the other Turks, are usually educated in the idea of safe sex. So condoms, pills, self-discipline (mostly) are engraved in their minds. So he’ll cum right in the condom without a second to think about it. But if he happens to not be wearing one, Reno may or may not become a future father. He has little self-control right before he climaxes, so he’ll fill you up with a thick, white pool of cum right inside if the two of you haven’t taken any precautions.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reno relishes in the taste of you. As I previously said, his tongue is his weapon, so when he’s performing the act of torturous oral on your clit, the sweet taste you give off, he’s a big fan of it. He always knows when you eat something sweet earlier in the day.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Reno has had a few mind-blowing experiences. Most of it hold no feeling, just a way to relieve stress and have fun when he’s off of work. So when he’s in a relationship, sometimes you have to remind him to take things slow, make things more passionate for the two of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

(No visual) His favorite position is having one of your legs propped above his shoulder (if you’re flexible enough to pull it off). Knowing your leg is right next to his head, where he can lick your calf as he inserts himself into you, maybe even give a little nip of his teeth right upon your skin.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Reno is a goofy guy outside the bedroom. Always brightening up the mood, especially with stoic partner Rude. So his personality doesn’t change in more intimate moments. He’ll chuckle with you in the most awkward of moments. If something isn’t as smooth as he’d like, such as a pick up line or a kiss, he’ll apologize with a laugh, cheeks as red as his hair. He tries to be suave, but sometimes it doesn’t work in his favor.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpets do indeed match the drapes. He’s not much for upkeep either. It’s trimmed, but in no way groomed as some would think. It’s a waste of time in his personal opinion.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Reno lets his emotions run the show when he’s pushed over the edge. He wants you to feel as good as him. Equally enjoying the pleasure as you ride him, or licks your inner thigh with that silver tongue of his. Yet, he tries to be romantic when the time comes. It’s not always one his mind, but he sometimes brings in the soft glow of candles or the petals of roses lining your bed. Cliche, but he tends to find those cheesy moments the best in the relationship.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Like most men, Reno can’t resist the urge to let himself go once in a while. It’s not all the time, and only when he’s been single or alone for too long does he take the moment to release. If he’s in a relationship he’s getting the fix for his sexual desires from you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Reno isn’t into kinks. Plain and simple. If you however decide to spice up the bedroom one way or another, he won’t mind. Whether it involves ropes, toys, denial of some form, if you want it, he’ll try to think something up. Perhaps he might even enjoy it if it makes you cum like no other.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’s up for anywhere if you’re both wanting to dive into the act. Over tables, desks, closets, he’s fine withholding your legs up, pushing you against the walls as he screws you endlessly. Sure the bedroom has the comfort of sheets, but there’s always a little fun while he grinds you in a near-public place.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s traditional. He sees you in lingerie, it’s a major turn-on. He likes to dirty talk more than the other men, but when he hears you whispering in his ear about what you want to do to him, he’s immediately interested. The smirk playing on his lips as you tell him how you want to touch him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There isn’t much Reno wouldn’t do. If there’s a thrill, a shot of making the two of you go over the edge in a million different ways, he’s up for the idea. As long as everyone is on the same page and consent is understandable, he’s all ready for you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Reno is the type that follows the rule give and you shall receive. He’s all up for giving you the best type of tongue flicks and fingering as long as you can pay it back. His dick deep in your throat, watching you take his load in one full swallow, if you can, it’s seriously the biggest turn on for him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Reno tends to be more rough and quick. Using every trick in his book to make you feel good. He believes the fast-paced movements make for more of a pleasurable experience, but he’ll go slow if you ask. It’s not his usual style, but he’ll try to make the whole experience memorable and pleasurable for the two of you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s all up for quickies. Quick trips to the restroom? To an unoccupied office? Taking a “lunch” at home together? He’s all ready to take a twenty-minute break fucking you into next week’s timeline.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Reno lives right on the edge most of the time. If there’s a chance Rufus, Rude or Tseng could walk in on the two of you, while he’s fingering you on an empty desk, he’s willing to take the shot. He thinks having others hear you moan is also a big turn on.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Reno’s quick-paced nature can usually end abruptly. But give a few minutes, the second round of dirty talking and kissing, he’ll be all ready to give you round two, perhaps three in a single night. You covered in his cum might be a fantasy of his, but he’ll never share that secret.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

As I said, he’s interested in nearly everything if the two of you are on board. If you so wanted to try a vibrator on yourself, or perhaps, even use it on him, he’ll love to see what you can do with it. How much can you quiver, how much can he tremble? He might even go as far as making a game of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not much for a tease, but he’ll go slow until the two of you are right on the edge. He read once edging makes a much fuller orgasm, and ever since, he’s been a huge fan.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Reno is loud. The type that would dirty talk before, during, and especially near the end. He’ll ask you to cum for him while he’s fingering you, whisper the most vulgar things in your ear as he’s on the brink. He’s usually a bit quiet right at the start, but when both your bodies are feeling all the nerves running wild, his voice would be ever so present.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Reno is open to nearly all things in the bedroom. He’s a bit of a wild card himself, so if you bring up a bedroom game or a roleplay idea, he might be up for it. Want to bring in cute and sexy costumes, he’s ready for it. Toys? Hell yeah. Tying you up if you asked? He might get confused on the rope work, but he’ll do his best and try to make you cum like you’ve never cummed before.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Reno is proudly sporting a six-inch penis, erected a good six and a half. It’s not enough to bruise your cervix, which is a plus, but nicely curved and thick enough to stretch your walls in just the right way.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High. Reno is always up for sex if you ask. He’s not a sex addict, but his high-upbeat nature is always ready for the next move to release his pent up frustration or energy. Sex just happens to be one of the better ways to release it and no better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than spending a little quality time with you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reno slips into unconsciousness pretty quick. Once that energy has been wiped out, he finds himself slipping into sleep much faster than usual. But he’ll always find a way to touch you as you fall asleep. Thumb on your cheek, his fingers gently grasping your wrist, perhaps his whole arm wrapped around your waist, either way, a light smile will form on his face as the two of you drift away.

#Final Fantasy #final fantasy vii #Final Fantasy 7 #final fantasy reno #reno #turks #imagines #headcanon #headcannon

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trish-chan · 5 years ago

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Do u think the thing that led to Hanako getting desperate to save our girl because he finally saw Yashiro *dead* during the Clock keeper arc?

Hiii lovely anon-san! I'm so, so sorry for answering late! Tumblr didn't post this.. TWICE! (╥_╥) It's so frustrating ugh..

Anyway I agree! We could see how much it affected Hanako, seeing Nene "lifeless" in his arms. Pain and anguish written all over his faceーhe clutched her tightly as if he was afraid she'll fade away.

He set her aside gently, caressing her head before facing the others. Before facing the truthーbefore facing reality. He even beamed at them, hiding his true emotions behind his mask of lies.

But I have a little theory. I believe that Hanako has already accepted Nene's fate since the beginning until before the Picture Perfect Arc takes place.

He stated that he was making sure that Nene could enjoy the time she had left. That's what he has been doing and what he'll keep on doing. It was like, he didn't believe it would be possible to save her. It was already her destiny since the day she was born.

But what's interesting is..

Seeing Kou's determination to save herーwilling to be aware of the truth of her fateーsparked something inside of Hanako.

Hope.

His original plan was to destroy each of the School Mysteries' yorishiros. But when Nene asked him if they were going to destroy the Clock Keepers' yorishiro, he said no.

"There are a lot of reasons... but most of all, No. 1's power could come in handy."

He was willing to set aside his plan because he could see that their powers could help him somehow.

And also, we have this kiss.

I really believe that this kiss is important to Hanako. It was like a wake up call for him. It made losing Nene much more painful.

After that arc, we could see how worried Hanako was when Nene was inside No. 3's boundary without him. When the hand grabbed Nene, he had the same expression as when Mirai moved Nene's time forward. And when he saw her slumped against the wall, he rushed towards her to check if she was breathing. He was so relieved that she was okay and hugged her.

In the Delivery arc, Hanako couldn't wait until after classes to see Nene so he decided to visit her in class instead.

He didn't even hesitate to show how he feltーhe was worried about her. And was really upset when Nene was only worried for Kou.

And in the Picture Perfect arc, we learned that Hanako hated the fake world.

A world where everything goes just the way you want it toーis the kind of thing that Hanako hates more than anything.

But this was it. He saw that this was the solution, the opportunity to save the person he deeply cares about. He was willing to lock her upーbecome the villain of this arcーbecome selfish in Nene's eyes.

He became desperate. Truly desperate to the point he had hurt Nene's feelings. For him, this was the only way so that the girl who gave him happiness can live happily without worrying about her fate.

Over the arcs, we could see how Hanako gradually becomes more attached to Nene. He doesn't say this through wordsーbut he shows it through his actions. He just wants this girl who is idealistic, easy to mess with, kinda clumsy, and with fat ankles (which he loves) to be happy.

My answer is all messy but thank you so much for the ask, anon-san! And thanks to @daikonsenpai and @wisteliazen for cheering me on, I love you guys!! (｀・ω・´)”

tl;dr yes i agree. when hanako held nene's lifeless body, it was a desperate moment for him. but i believe that in the pp arc is where he truly became desperate. he saw the opportunity so boom! he became the villain of the arc just so nene could live happily even if it's without him.

#jshk spoilers #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #HanaNene #trish answers #anonymous #mw

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7dys · 6 years ago

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roomies?

hey again im a dummy sorry

I literally could NOT think of a title im sorry here's a good ole roommate au though

request: HHhHhHhh u write so well I'm crying :(( jshsd can I get a roommate!au with jae from day6 ? with a possible fluff at the end ? eye emoji ? sjdshd tysm !! -anon

word count: 5137 she's a doozy

a/n: I must have gotten this request like... a year and a half ago at least anon if you’re seeing this I apologize but I've finally done it!!! hope u all enjoy the workings of my crackhead brain

right-o lets get to it

okay so when you moved out of your dorms after graduation you weren’t expecting it to be this God Damn Expensive

on top of buying groceries and affording your tiny ass one bedroom a girlie was struggling

so !! you decided to look into finding a roommate

obviously not to move in with you…. there’s only one bedroom okay

but like searching for an open spot with someone

you found a few that seemed nice but were all wayyyyyyy too far from your job like you would be losing money paying so much in transportation

finally you stumbled across the most cursed roommate flyer ever

but it was in a super convenient location !! so you read it anyways

it was written in GREEN and PURPLE comic sans and there were multiple pictures of chickens and cheesy memes randomly placed around the text in the middle

which by the way was a list of 7 bullet points that said this:

1:my name is jae

2:i am broke

3:i have an extra room waiting for /YOU/

4:i am in a band and will write a song about you if that’s what it takes

5:i am unreasonably good at untangling headphones and i will untangle things for you

6:i have a pet cat and if you don’t like that walk away from this flyer immediately

7:please

and then at the bottom was an octopus who’s 8 legs had his contact information on it and they were cut so you could just pull off a slip

if you were an ordinary person you would not have taken one

lucky us !!!! you’re just crazy

and you take one of the god damn octopus legs

you are understandably the only person who has taken one so far

you giggle to yourself at your own SHEER STUPIDITY and then send a text to the number

you: hi !! i saw ur ad abt looking for a roommate and i’m interested! my name is y/n and i’m still in college so u don’t have to worry about me being like . crazy im just stressed

chicken guy??: oh my god really it’s been a month since i put up that poster!! also mood

you: you put up …. only one poster …… and it was that ……

chicken guy??: it worked for u didn’t it

you: . touché

chicken guy??: anyways you can come by later today and check it out if you’d like? i swear i’m not crazy either but feel free to bring a friend if you’re worried for safety reasons or whatever

you: nah i prefer to live life on The Edge plus none of my friends would be helpful in a life threatening situation

chicken guy??: i don’t know u but i’m already worried for u pls get here soon

hehehe u liked this guy

he was funny if anything

and you tended to find all the weirdos of society and befriend them so it was safe to assume he was no different than your usual crowd

true to your word you go to the address he sent you alone later that afternoon and cheerily knock on the door

while you wait for him to answer you survey the outside

it’s honestly ….. kind of a cluttered mess but in a cute way

like some sort of kleptomaniac crow somehow got an apartment and displayed all of the strange things it found

except it’s all music related

there is a jar that is filled to the BRIM with guitar picks.

who needs that many guitar picks

“me, i do”

you squeak and turn around and go

“??????”

and the tall thin man in the door just nods

“i knew what you were thinking”

“...that’s fair”

and then he seems to remember what exactly is going on and extends one long fingered hand for a shake

“hi! you must be y/n :)) i’m jae”

you take his hand …. that shits warm

how long have you been outside that your hand is so cold when you touch him you SHIVER

he’s like oh my god come in please you’re shivering jesus christ

and you just smile and tell him it’s nice to meet him !!! what a positive polly

you come in and are pleasantly surprised that the inside has just as much personality as the poster !!

and thankfully less green and purple and ….. comic sans

you are immediately greeted by the largest tabby cat you’ve ever seen

“ah that’s my big boy mister crackers”

“his name … is mister crackers”

“....yes”

“love it. tell me more”

he smiles so BIG and WIDE when you say that you think you’re looking at the sun

as he explains more things about the apartment and points at things here and there you half listen and half just. watch him

you didn’t know what to expect from that as but it’s fair to say you lucked out as far as possible roommates go

he was tall and had shiny dark hair and glasses that made his cute little eyes even littler

and he was in a BAND that is so cool

plus he’s like …. pretty or smth

smh FOCUS

you’re gnna have to share a bathroom with him which is … scary but you looked in there and it looks clean at least

also there’s some candles in there

……. he definitely takes candlelit baths like a widow just returning from her rich husbands funeral after he left her everything in the will

king

he seems nice and funny and you appear to have a similar sense of humor …. you’re in

you’re about to tell him you’ll think about it so that you don’t come off as too excited

but then change your mind and jump up and down and tell him you’re IN and you’ll help cover the rent and cook sometimes and bake him cookies and

he stops you after cookies with a hand over your mouth

“you are perfect. please move in immediately”

you smile under his hand and hope he can’t feel your cheeks getting absolutely BLAZING hot

(he 100% can)

((and he thinks it’s really CUTE))

you grab the hand that’s over your mouth and give it a shake and tell him in a southern accent that it’s a deal pardner and he SNORTS

it was cute

you move in as quickly as possible and his band mates come over to help you move everything !!

you’re high key embarrassed to let all these literally gorgeous men into your tiny little apartment and touch all your stuff

but after talking to each of them for like 5 seconds you quickly see they’re all a bunch of nerds and you would trust them with your life

wonpil loses his MIND when he sees your little plushy collection on your bed he thinks you’re the cutest person on the whole planet

he tells jae that’s he’s the luckiest man on earth when he thinks you’re not listening

you ARE though and you stop what you’re doing to give him a big ol hug and tell him he’s an angel

sungjin disapproves of how you’ve been living and asks if you’ve been eating enough and then turns on jae with a finger like U BETTER FEED HER

brian is so intimidatingly beautiful you can’t look him in the eye until you’re all eating ramen and you watch him choke to near death and then immediately go make himself another cup

relatable

dowoon looked lost and you immediately took him under your wing and you’ve been babying him ever since

you made jae take the box full of your plates and mugs and such bc it was too heavy for your Little Angel

“please y/n i am literally the strongest of all of us let me carry things. jae is going to keel over and die”

“nonsense !!! you’re a growing boy you need rest”

“please i literally punched a HOLE in a WALL on ACCIDENT and jae has a grass allergy i promise i will be fine”

regardless of the absolute struggle it was to coordinate everyone and get all your stuff to jae’s you are FINALLY moved in

your room is obviously not the master but you weren’t gonna be like Sorry Jae I Need The Master Bedroom Move Out Xoxo

it’s cute and you brought your own furniture and some posters and decor that you had all over your old apartment

basically you just condensed it all into one room

and the boys gave you a housewarming present and it was just a picture of them performing with you badly photoshopped next to jae playing the triangle

it wasn’t even framed they just taped it to the wall

typical

after all the moving in the boys leave you and jae to settle in but the moving was TIRING so

you’re already asleep on the couch

……….typical

jae just shakes his head and covers you with one of his large sweatshirts because for some reason he only owns one blanket and it’s on his bed and he doesn’t know where yours are

he’s literally HELPLESS

you wake up with a dry mouth at 3 in the morning and smile at jaes sweater barely covering your curled up body

you hold it up and it says “i like ugly” in tiny font .

this boy is perfect

you put it on and climb in your actual bed and decide to make him breakfast tomorrow for being such an angel

you set an ALARM that’s commitment if i’ve ever seen it

you make him pancakes and and coffee and when he comes out wearing a sweatshirt similar to the one you’re wearing and the rattiest sweatpants you’ve ever seen he doesn’t even notice anything at first

nd then he rubs his eyes and just stares

“y/n i’m gonna cry i haven’t had breakfast since 2008”

you laugh and launch yourself at him because he’s That cute

“you’re so cute thank you for letting me be your roommate !!!!”

he ruffles your hair and then sets his chin on top of your head

“thanks for breakfast, sunshine. even if this is also as early as i’ve been awake since 2008”

you pinch his side at that and then go to serve him a heaping pile of pancakes bc he’s skinny and he needs it

“alright noodle eat up!!”

“did you just call me noodle?”

“yes, look at yourself”

“.. that’s fair”

you guys chat over breakfast and thank GOD it’s a sunday and neither of you have shit to do

other than laundry

you force yourself not to mom him when he just puts it all in one machine and sets it on cold and leaves .

it hurts tho

instead of being productive while you wait you have multiple staring contests

jae keeps accusing you of saying he blinked when he didn’t

“i didn’t blink my eyes just look like that !!!! they are small and asian are you racist or something??”

“shut UP i won >:((((“

after the laundry is done you go your separate ways and jae heads out to band practice and it’s your very first time …

alone in your own apartment

naturally you take off your pants and dance around for at least 10 minutes

you didn’t even realize that since your roommate is a dude you can’t just ….. not wear pants

a travesty !!!

honestly let him try to stop you from going braless though. let him try.

you laze around and try to get caught up on your favorite shows and organize your room and then it gets late and you decide you’re going to make a MEAL for dinner

like a WHOLE . MEAL.

we’re going all out

you tie your hair up and put on your cooking sweater which is just a disgusting old sweatshirt covered with stains that hangs almost to the middle of your thighs

everyone needs one

next step is MUSIC because if you cook without it you just feel sad

we’re pulling out the oldies mix that’s right

i’m talking ELO, reo speedwagon, the doobie brothers we’re getting DOWN !!!!!

perhaps we’ll sprinkle some queen in there in honor of the movie that just came out

regardless you’re head banging while you chop vegetables

extremely unsafe but entirely necessary

jae comes home in the middle of your dramatic rendition of bohemian rhapsody where you attempt to sing every single part including the operatic harmonies

you are literally on your knees singing dramatically when the door opens and he comes out of the foyer to see YOU on the FLOOR wearing NO PANTS and singing QUEEN

you may just be ……. the most perfect woman he’s ever met in his life

he joins you because what the fuck else is he supposed to do

he comes in on the high GALILEO and then air guitars THE FUCK out of the next part while you literally thrash

i’m telling you it was one of the most taxing things you’ve ever done

you finish out the song and then fist bump for respect

“something smells good but also something smells burning”

and you scream because OH NO THE GARLIC BREAD

((it’s not even that burnt jae is just weird about smells …… grass allergy headass))

after the fake crisis is averted you finish up and the both of you FEAST while watching cheesy christmas movies and booing at love

you’re both . that bitter huh

also want to note that at some point you discreetly put sleep shorts on so you could pretend you hadn’t been pantless and possibly flashing your day of the week underwear to your roommate of like 36 hours

and when you’re literally seconds away from sleep jae boops you on the nose

like . kinda hard

“hey go to sleep this couch is not comfortable i promise”

“shut up you’re BONEY everything is uncomfortable for you”

“okay now you’re just being mean get your ass in bed”

“sorryyy :((((“

“yea yea go away weirdo”

you tell him goodnight and hug him extra tight in apology and he pats your head so like. all is forgiven hehe

that night when you flop in bed and wrap yourself around one of your pillows you’re pretty damn pleased with your roommate choice

time skip you and jae have almost 0 boundaries other than the necessary ones that keep you Platonic Friends and not Married Couple

which is basically just any affection beyond hugs nd the occasional snuggle

you heard me

the boys are in your apartment . all the time

literally all the time

and wonpil drunk cries to your stuffed animals about never finding love

PLEASE someone save him please

nights like those you and jae go full parent mode because everyone’s drunk so sungjin can’t do it himself

he’s too busy literally breakdancing in your living room

he moved the coffee table out of the way and everything

after everyone is put in beds (dowoon gets to deal with wonpil‘s cry snuggling … sorry)

you and jae always collapse on the couch actually exhausted because you both have weak cardiovascular health and you just carried four full grown men

you end up leaned up against each other for support and then sagging until one of you falls over onto their back and the other just follows

it varies which one of you ends up the big spoon and it’s so CUTE when you do

you think jae pushes you over a little because he likes it too but he would rather die than admit he likes being snuggled so

you’ll fall over onto your back and jae will pretend to be surprised but then wriggle up your body until he’s half on top of you and half on the side with his head resting just under your chin

his hair is FLUFFY and it TICKLES you so you have to move it so you can sleep !

that’s what you tell yourself when you comb his hair down with your fingers

you pretend not to hear him sigh and feel it against the skin of your neck

you also pretend he hasn’t wrapped both arms around your rib cage like a vice and is not letting go anytime soon

cutie :(

he tucks his forehead into your neck and you physically feel his whole body relax and wow . so this is what peace is like

of course it lasts for 5 whole seconds before wonpil let’s out an actual wail and dowoon is urgently whispering shut the fuck up PLEASE SHUT UP

jae snorts against your neck and gives a minute shake of his head, splaying his hand across your ribs and tugging you farther into his hold

first of all. that ticKLES and it takes every shred of self control not to squirm

second: at this point he’s practically trying to fuse your bodies together really you cannot physically get closer than you are

you’re absolutely enjoying it though so you wrap your arms around him and settle in with one leg flopped over his and a blanket you pulled off the floor haphazardly thrown over the two of you

he’s such a SNUGGLE BUG you can barely believe it

he just loves to pretend he’s some angsty lonely dude who plays guitar and SKATEBOARDS like the giant cliche he is

when actually he is a Big Baby

he texts you to calculate the tip for him whenever he’s out to eat with the boys because he “swore off math in 2014”

he asks you if his outfits are okay nd he always looks like an old man but you still tell him it’s good

you think so at least <33

you can read each other so well it’s scary

you’ll walk in the living room and jae will be like NOPE i’m leaving

and you’re like what :(((((((

and he’s like i just KNOW you’re about to yell about random shit we both personally have no control over and it gives me ~anxiety~

“okay well i was just gonna say that global warming is a real proble-“

“LA LA LA I CANT HEAR YOU”

(he thinks global warming is real he just. doesn’t want to talk abt it bc he knows you will Never Shut Up once you start)

you hand him coffee on his way out in the mornings when you know he has a long day ahead and he pats you on the head in thanks every time

jae cooks for you too !!! we love equality

he sticks to pretty simple stuff but he was living alone for a while so he had to know at least a little so he could like. survive

and believe it or not the both of you are not always sunshine and daffodils

when you’re upset he always knows and makes sure to be there if you need anything but basically just leave you alone

he has a tendency to misread the situation and think it’s still cool for him to joke around but you are Actually Angry

and it’s gotten him into lots of trouble so instead he is supportive from afar and does his best to be not offensive

when he’s upset he’s usually super mopey and writes sad song lyrics all day

you forcefully drag him out of his room to make sure he eats and do your best to cheer him up by whatever means necessary

you’ve embarrassed yourself just to hear that laugh of his

the one where he opens his mouth really wide and gasps a little and his eyes squeeze shut

……… fuckin cute

anyways you guys are just dating already but don’t even realize

until one of your coworkers asks you to come out after work and you say no

and it’d be Friendly and Normal if you did it because you promised jae you would cook that night

or you had made plans with him or something

but you were just uncomfortable doing any of that kind of stuff with some Not Jae guy

and after that your eyes are ~wide open~ sister

you find yourself giggling a little too long when he jokes around with you

you can’t help it okay his presence is like a RUSH of serotonin

and imagining yourself doing couple things with jae

turning your usual dinner outings into dates in your head where he holds your hand as he drives and sits next to you in the booth so he can sling a long arm around your shoulders

you let yourself become the slightest bit more affectionate

tucking yourself under his chin every night before you split to your separate rooms

tugging on his hand to get his attention and then playing with his long fingers

you know he notices because god damn how could he not notice ??

he has literally bad vision but he can read the signs

This Ain’t His First Rodeo

he is hesitant to become involved with someone he depends on so much

the age old dilemma of wanting someone but then being afraid to lose them because of it

he wouldn’t admit it but you were quite literally the light of his life

he had been so lonely in his apartment before, living off of instant ramen simply because he didn’t want to cook anything and holing up in his room writing about loneliness and being lost

then you showed up with your bright eyes and took every weird quirk of his in stride and nagged him about eating better and washing his clothes “properly”

(he thinks when you say “properly” you just mean your own way but that’s besides the point)

he even liked when you would take his glasses and wear them and do terrible impressions of him because you looked so CUTE in them

he thinks you’d look cute in all of his belongings but again

are the both of you ready to cross that line?

of course u are lol what else am i supposed to write about

fourth wall break: over

okay so wonpil keeps coming over when he knows jae is gone to try to convince you that the two of you are in love and should get married and have little mini jaes and whatnot

you inform him that he’s CRAZY and that jae thinks of you as a roommate and friend and that’s IT

and as much as you want to think you’re denying wonpil because you’re embarrassed you’re starting to actually believe it

he’s never shown any sort of real interest in you that is out of the realm of Friendly Roommates

and yeah sometimes you guys snuggle but wonpil is literally wrapped around your right arm at this very second so . not valid

wonpil is basically BEGGING at this point for you to see what he sees

which is jae actually being sickeningly in love with you

even if you did believe him at all …. that’s an exaggeration and you both know it

“y/n he’s writing a SONG. about YOU. that boy love loves you. big time”

“people write songs for their friends all the time”

“not jae !! he’s never written a song that hasn’t been about love or loss, you choose which one you’ll be”

“oh shit that was deep”

“i know right? can you believe i came up with that on the spot? wig.”

and then you smack him for being a fckin twitter stan and continue with your argument

jae walks in just as it starts to get physical

wonpil is latched onto your leg as you squirm and wiggle around trying to throw the LEECH off your leg

jae detaches him with a well placed finger between his ribs that makes him squeal Very Loudly and let go

unfortunately you had been leaning all your weight to one side to counteract wonpil and when he let go you went careening sideways

jae just barely grabbed your wrist and yanked you back up

and then you stumbled into him and he stumbles and you both almost fall before getting your shit together

you’re standing pressed together with his feet spread apart so that you’re a little bit closer to his height as you latch onto his shoulders for balance

one of his arms slides around your middle to hold you against him while he used the other to make sure his guitar case doesn’t just fall off his shoulder

wonpil is on the ground holding his rib cage and fake crying when jae goes

“enough wonpil i could hear you yelling like a block away what is going on here???”

you peep out a nothing !!! at the same time wonpil yells

“i’m trying to convince y/n of TRUE LOVE that’s what”

“oh …. y/n is in love?”

“y/n is in DENIAL”

you plead with him to stop please wonpil

and he is relentlessly ranting about how you refuse to “see the light” and how happy you could be

jae sees that this is actually upsetting you from your flushed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows and the way you clutch the hem of his sweatshirt

“alright that’s enough. wonpil go home you lovesick fool”

wonpil trudges out and gives you a sneaky kiss on the cheek

jae has to hold you back when you lunge after him

after you’ve calmed down he slowly slides his arm from being wrapped around your middle to just barely brushing your back

you didn’t mean to get so worked up but like . wonpil is good at that okay

and he was basically going to out you to jae ????:??:!:?:$,&3!:8;

that’s a stressful event

you feel your breathing even out and you sigh in frustration

“i’m sorry y/n, he does that sometimes :/“

“it’s fine it was just . a lot”

“yeah”

you stand in silence for a good minute when jae drops his hand from your back and ducks his chin

“was he…. telling the truth?”

and you want to die because wonpil wasn’t even there and you’re still getting outed !!!!

“which part?”

“the part where you’re in love with someone”

“i wouldn’t say ….. love”

“oh”

and this is just painful so you take a deep breath and just

“okay listen i really really get it if you don’t return the feelings and it’s fine i just … please don’t kick me out i really love living here and all your band members coming over and i even love wonpil !!!! even though he’s a little crazy !!! and i love your fat cat mr.crackers and dancing around to old green day and watching shitty romance movies just to make fun of them and i just don’t want this to end!! we can forget it ever happened and i swear i’ll just. get over it or something and i-“

“okay don’t get too hasty about forgetting it i haven’t even said anything yet”

you stare at him wide eyed

“i’m sorry . what.”

“i can’t believe it took wonpil bodily attacking you for you to say that”

and then he drops his guitar with a thud and steps into your space to slide a warm hand around the nape of your neck

he pulls you closer and stops when your noses brush

“is this okay?” he whispers

“why are you whispering?” you whisper back

“shut up” he breathes right back

he smiles and then tugs you forward and tilts his head down to plant his lips on yours

he’s soft and tentative and pulls away after just a few seconds to press kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose

“if it’s worth anything i like you too,”

“are you kidding me that’s worth EVERYTHING ???”

and then you pounce on him and bury your face into the dip of his shoulder because you can’t reach his neck

damn skyscraper

he stumbles at first but then smiles down at your flushed face absolutely squished against his bony chest

he thinks it’s cute though and cranes his neck down to lay his cheek across the top of your head and loop his arms around you

dating jae is even better than you thought it would be !!!

wonpil wasn’t lying when he said jae was writing a song for you and when he plays it for you and sings so sweetly you cry your fckin eyes out

and he’s laughing and pulling you in to situate you on his lap with his guitar long forgotten leaning against the couch and asking you when you became such a softie

you look up at him with tears in your eyelashes and love in your eyes and he positively melts

he kisses your forehead and ruffles your hair and calls you kid like he didn’t just profess his undying love for you through song like the cliche he is

the two of you spend the whole night wrapped up in each other, expressing all the affection you’d missed out on in the last few weeks

you hadn’t realized how…. touchy jae is until now

he can barely function without his good morning kiss

“y/n i am a weak, weak man pls give me a kiss or else i won’t make it through the day,”

..you also hadn’t realized he was this dramatic lmao

the boys supremely unsurprised when they burst into your apartment to find you straddling jae with your fingers in his hair

i’m telling you they don’t even PAUSE in their steps they just look at you and acknowledge it

and then brian just …. takes a seat next to you guys and is like

“are y’all done i wanna watch this redbox movie and return it tonight before i gotta pay for another day”

you’re both cherry red in the face and untangle yourselves in astonishment at his casual tone

dowoon is rummaging around in your fridge and calls out from the kitchen that the two of you were the most obvious people on the planet and that the rest of the band was in the same boat as wonpil they just weren’t absolute psychos

wonpil: this is true but i resent that

all of you settle back into a comfortable dynamic

you’re super happy that your relationship with jae didn’t make anything weird

it probably helped that the very first night that jae mentioned in passing that you were cute and the band had never let it go since

it also probably helped when wonpil pointed out your actual literal heart eyes the first time you saw jae

……………. they were just waiting for it to happen tbh

anyways

nowadays you spend your mornings parting ways with a kiss and your evenings snuggled up together on the couch exchanging eskimo kisses and sweet nothings and you couldn’t be happier

#day6 #jae #day6 scenarios #jae scenarios #day6 fluff #okay anyways we're trying again can't believe I never realized u have to put fandom tags first so it will pop up #I am a stupid idiot gonna go sit in the corner nd wear my dum dum hat #heheheheheh #anyways enjoy ilu

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Anything You Want -1-

AN: So this is the first part of a request I got from an anon who wanted a Pretty Woman inspired story with Bruce. It’ll only be two or three chapters (four at the most). Enjoy!

It wasn’t that you weren’t used to the cold, it just seemed like winters in Gotham were designed to kick your ass. Your breath appears in front of you as you breathe out. You’d been shivering since you had left your apartment, but now that the snow was beginning to fall you didn’t know if all the shivering in the world would stimulate your body to keep you warm. You would put on the fur jacket that you had casually swung over your arm, but that closes the opportunity for your customers to notice the goods you had so readily on display. Not that your exposure had been doing you much good anyway. It was a slow night. Only one or two cars had stopped so far and none of them had seemed interested in what you had to offer.

Leaning back against the wall and brining a cigarette up to your lips you watch as a car rolls to a complete stop in front of the group of girls waiting with you. It’s a nice car from what you can see, more than nice judging by the ‘oohs’ that ran through the crowd of women.

A cry of “Back off!” rang through the crowd and the girls kept themselves from crowding around the vehicle.

A form that you recognize as your friend Kayla stands in the middle, blocking the crowd. She beckons you over and runs a practiced hand through her dyed platinum blonde hair in exasperation.

“She’s got to pay her rent at the end of the week!” She reasoned with some of the more frustrated girls as you worked your way through the mass of upset women.

At her plea they back off, albeit with some grumbles.

A crooked smile works its way over her brown features and she gives you a slight pat on your rear for encouragement.

“Go get’em girlie,” she says with a thumb up.

“Thanks for the help,” you say in passing as your run a hand through your own hair in an attempt to fluff and make it more appealing.

You walk up to the car, throat tightening with nerves. Kayla was right, you did need to make this sell, your landlord was always on your ass when it came to your rent. You choked it up to the fact that you were in a rent controlled room and if he could kick you out he’d be able to raise the amount of money that he could get. A day late and he’d start the eviction papers.

The car is a glossy gray color and even in the black of night it shines slightly, whoever this was, they had money.

You raise your hand and knock on the window of the car and after a few seconds of waiting the dark window begins to descend.

“Looking for a good time?” You question.

At first the owner of the car doesn’t react, doesn’t turn his gaze to look at you almost like he’s lost so deep in his thoughts he can’t hear you.

Irritated, you bang on the door of the car trying to gain his attention, in response his sharp blue eyes turn to take in your form.

“I said, ‘Looking for a good time?’” you repeat.

He eyes you for a moment before he lets a charming smile roll over his features.

“I’m looking more for directions than entertainment.”

“I can provide both and they both still cost. Five dollars for directions.”

He looks at you incredulously, and holds up his phone, “I don’t exactly need your help, do I?”

“Ain’t no service around here, you’ll be driving around in circles waiting for that thing to kick in,” you say with a smack of your lips.

He looks down at his cell phone and you don’t miss the twitch of annoyance that rolls over his lips when he sees that you are right.

“Price went up to ten dollars.”

He looks at you for a moment eyes narrowing at your price jacking. “You wouldn’t happen to have change for a twenty, would you?”

Your eyes light up with glee as you watch the man start to fumble with his wallet. Instead of giving him time to look for the appropriate amount, you grab the handle and slide in the car.

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go for twenty dollars,” you say with a pleasant smile.

He takes in your rather scantily clad form with a raised eyebrow, “Isn’t it a bit chilly outside?”

You looked down at your high heeled boots, mini skirt, and crop top and huffed as you laid your jacket over your exposed form, “I’ve developed a tolerance to the cold.”

“I’m sure.”

“So, where are you trying to go?”

“The Crown, you know it? I’m supposed to be there right now for a benefit.”

You shake your head and let out a chuckle, “You’re a long way away from there.”

“I figured,” he said turning the key and letting the engine of the car turn over.

“Head straight and make a left at the light,” you say taking in luxury of the car and rubbing the seat. “Is this actual leather?”

“Yes,” he says not bothering to take his eyes off the road.

“And you can barely hear the engine,” you say in amazement. “It’s not like the piece of junk my dad used have. Cracked cloth seats, engine so loud you couldn’t hear the radio, not mention the black cloud coming out of the tail pipe. It was horrible. Make a right up here and get on the freeway.”

“Oh, really?” He asked after he follows your directions. “Was the car special? Didn’t have the heart to get rid of it?”

“No, we just couldn’t afford a new one,” you say looking out of the window and watching the lights of the city pass by. “Take the next exit then turn right.”

“I’m sorry, was it hard growing up?”

“Could have been better, could have been worse.”

He glances at you from the corner of his eye as he comes to stop at a stop light, “What’s your name?”

“What do you want it to be?” You ask turning your gaze to meet his blue eyes with a smirk.

He raises an eyebrow and gives you a slightly disproving look and you mumble your name and turn back to look out the window. You close your eyes and sink into the seat, and you let out a slight groan of irritation.

“What’s wrong?”

“Only the fact that your car seat is more comfortable than my spring mattress and that it’s totally unfair. Keeping going straight for a while now.”

“How much do…people in your profession make?” He questions. You roll your head and open an eye to look at his handsome face.

“Out of my group back there? Most people charge anywhere from twenty to three hundred, depends on what you’re looking for and who you’re looking to do it with,” you say with a shrug.

“Three hundred a night?”

“An hour.”

You watch as his eyes enlarge slightly at the revelation, “And how much do you…charge?”

“Two hundred,” you say with a wink and slightly pulling the edge of your skirt up to flash more skin then you’d been showing.

“Two Hundred an hour and you can’t afford a better mattress?”

“Times are slow. The johns get scared off thinking that the Batman is going to get them, even when we tell the he’s not going to come. They’re always afraid he’s going to jam them up somehow. He’s really cutting into a working girls lively hood, y’know,” you say with an exasperated sigh. “That and it’s hard to pay rent when your roommate snorts the rent money.”

“Sorry,” he says.

“Don’t apologize. You aren’t Batman, are you?”

“No.”

“You aren’t selling my roommate coke, are you?”

“No.”

“Then don’t say sorry,” You say with a shrug. You feel a smirk rise to your features and your rest a hand on his large thigh. “You can ease a girl’s worries though.”

He looks at the smirk on your face and one matching your own curls across his. You think that he’s going to give in, especially when you note the way his eyes darken at the proposition.

However, he shakes his head and a more amused smile replaces the smirk. You roll your eyes and remove your hand.

“Turn left and we’re there.”

True to your word, the moment the car turned down the road he could see the familiar sight of The Crown Hotel.

He pulls up in front of the hotel and parks. Almost immediately the valet runs to your side of the vehicle. When the door opens the valet visibly pales at your appearances and almost jumps back.

Your mystery man, having already left his side of the car, uses his arm to push the man back from you and gives him a slight glare before he offers you his hand.

“Will you be needing your car anymore this evening, sir?” The valet asks.

He doesn’t turn his gaze from you as he shakes his head and hands the man the keys.

“So, this is it,” he says releasing your hand.

“Appears so,” you respond with a shrug. You examine your surroundings and see a bus stop not too far down the street. “Have fun at your fancy party.”

“I will,” he says giving you another one of his charming smiles. “You be safe on your way back to your office.”

You chuckle, “All the people I’d have to be safe from are the ones that keep that office running.”

“I suppose so.”

You toss him a wave and start down the street, going to sit on the cold wooden bench and wait for the next bus. Maybe if you got lucky there would be a customer willing to take you back to “your office” when you were finished.

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Bruce watched as the woman went and sat down and wondered if she felt as conflicted as he did.

Was it right just to leave her there? He didn’t know. He knew it was part of her occupation to wonder the dark streets at night, but he couldn’t bring himself to willingly ignore the fact that she was putting herself in danger.

He checks his watch and sees how late it is, at almost one in the morning, the benefit was surely over. He could deal with a few angry socialites by cutting them a check.

He bites the inside of his cheek contemplating his next course of action, but the woman makes his mind up for him when he sees her rub at her shoulders, slightly shuddering from the cold.

Coolly, he walks over to where she’s sitting.

“Isn’t it chilly?”

She turns to look back at him, with slightly wide eyes, probably wondering why he hadn’t gone inside yet.

“A little,” she admits casually. “But I can’t afford not to be on display, rents due at the end of the week.”

“So, you’re just going to wait here for a bus and hope you don’t turn into a popsicle?”

“Or a client who doesn’t mind turning on the heater in his car could show up, there is always that possibility.”

He looks at her soberly, not liking the idea of her getting in some stranger’s car the way that she had with him. There were so many people who would willingly hurt a person in her profession, and then blame the victim.

He rocks slightly on his heels for a moment, unsure about how to pose his next question.

“What’s your name?” She says looking at him with doe eyes. She was young, certainly old enough to be rather street smart but a least a decade younger than he was.

“Bruce,” he responds being coy. He doesn’t give her his last name, and he wonders if she ‘ll put together who he is.

“Bruce,” she repeats and then flashes him a toothy smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Bruce.”

Her hand juts out at him and she waits for him to shake it. He takes it willingly and with a smile, and he’s slightly surprised by the conflicting textures on her hand. The palms are soft, the way he expected it to be, but her knuckles are slightly callused. His thumb lingers for too long on the back of her knuckles and she forcefully pulls her hand away from him.

He watches as she ashamedly holds her hand close to her chest, and her mouth falls into a natural pout. “Not everyone is nice like you, okay?”

So, they were rough from fighting someone off, maybe multiple people. He feels his heart thud in worry as she turns away from him, and he knows he can’t let her leave.

“Would you like to come up with me?”

“Hmm?” she questions turning back to face him with a cock of her eyebrow.

“Would you like to come up to my room with me?”

She pauses for a moment, searching his eyes, wondering if he was honestly asking what she thought he was, and she smiles when she finds her answer. She pushes herself off the bench and slips her faux fur coat on.

“Let’s go,” she says taking his hand and starting to pull him toward the hotel.

He squeezes her hand gently and it causes her to stop and look back at the man with a curious gaze.

“As much as I like your outfit,” he says eyes stopping at her midriff, where both her coat and shirt stopped, before running over her exposed legs. “This kind of place is full of fuddy-duddies who aren’t going to be so fond of your choices.”

“What should I do then?” she questions.

Bruce quickly looks to the curb and notices that his car is gone, the valet had already taken it back, and so there was no way he could get his trench coat from the back of the car. He begins to unbutton his suit jacket. He’s taller than her and much more broad and so he imagines that once he puts the jacket on her that it will at least fall to her mid-thigh and meet with the top of her boots.

When he puts the clothing on her shoulders, he watches with an amused smile as she slips her arms through the larger holes of his jacket. She smooths the fabric down before doing a slight twirl.

“Acceptable?” She questions.

“More than,” he says with a smile and grabbing her hand leading her into the building.

The moment that their feet cross the threshold of the building they almost simultaneously let out a sigh of relief at the heat the floods their senses

Bruce’s eyes quickly find the check-in desk and he moves to pull the both of them in that direction, but finds that his companion is almost immovable.

He turns to looks back at her and sees her slightly gapping at the high ceilings, chandleries, and gold trim of the lobby.

“You okay?” He asks in a soothing tone as he notices her eyes dart back and forth between the decorations and the people who are now giving her a more than curious glance.

“Yeah, I just-,” Her eyes flutter around nervously for a second and he wonders if she realizes how tightly she’s squeezing his hand. “I’m fine.”

“All right,” he says and begins to move in the direction of the desk.

He can hear the whispers coming from the patrons at the hotel, most likely spillover from the benefit who either hadn’t left yet or gone to their rooms, wondering why he’d not shown up and why he was here with her.

“I need my room tonight,” he says with a smile as the receptionist greets him. The blonde woman in front of him casts a glance at his companion but ignores her after the first onceover. He is curious as to how many times she’s seen men like him bring a person of his companion’s profession in here.

“Of course, Mr. Wayne,” she says as she begins printing out his key cards. “The penthouse is always open for you.”

“Thank you,” he says with a sterling smile. He pauses, however when she only slides him one card. “I’ll need another.”

“Oh,” she says with slightly wide eyes again glancing at his companion who’s currently ignoring the both of them and trying to make herself seem smaller. “Of course, sir.”

“Thank you,” he says when she gives him the other card.

Its silent for the most part when they walk through the lobby, people too concerned about staring down his young companion to focus on the conversations that they were having. When they stop in front of the elevator there is a couple chatting there but all chatter stops when they see the couple.

“Mr. Wayne,” the man starts, “We didn’t see you at the benefit.”

“I got lost and needed some help finding the place,” he says with a smile.

“Of course, of course,” the older man replies. “Gotham can be so confusing at night, especially when the criminals come out, it’s like the streets change. I imagine to those that know them well though, the streets in day are the strange places.”

It’s not a good barb, nothing incredibly intelligent about it, but it causes his companion to flinch anyway. He watches as she casts her gaze over her shoulder. Something surprising happens when she sees the man though, her eyes seem to light up in recognition.

“Carl, isn’t it?” She questions. “Honey says she is raising the prices on her special services so the next time you want to call her “Mommy” it’ll be an extra fifty.”

Carl seems to melt in embarrassment as the woman next to him, whom Bruce assumed was his wife, turned and looked at him with fire in her eyes.

The elevator dings and the doors open and Bruce and the young woman walk in. When the doors close, they can hear Carl scream, “It’s a case of mistaken identity!”

“A little vindictive, are we?” Bruce asks as he hits the button for the top floor.

“Well I couldn’t let everyone just walk all over me, could I?” She says taking her hand from his and crossing her arms over her chest. “I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

“I don’t blame you,” he says with a shrug.

“I wouldn’t care if you did.”

He tilts his gaze to look at the woman, for the most part he believed her, but the way she clung onto him while they walked through the lobby caused him to think otherwise.

The elevator stops with a ding at the top floor and opens into the penthouse.

She seems slightly confused for a moment. There is no door or hallway. The elevator just opened and presto they’re in the room.

Tentatively she steps out and examines the penthouse. Bruce walks behind her slowly, taking in her reaction. She spins slightly causing her heels to click on the white marble floor. She catches the windowed walls that give an amazing view of the city and she goes to take in the sight.

“I don’t remember the last time I was so high up before,” she mumbles as she presses herself against the glass, trying to ingrain the view of Gotham’s city lights into her mind so she wouldn’t forget what it looked like when she left.

Bruce watched her take in the room and moved to sit on one of the couches himself.

She came back a few minutes later and stood in front of the waiting Billionaire. “You know this place is as big as my whole floor in my apartment building. Do you know how many people could live in here?”

“I’ve never thought about it,” he says and then reaches for the phone sitting on the end table. “Thirsty?”

“Yeah,” she says beginning to shrug off his coat. “Can I have some coke?”

He looks at her and smiles. Along with the Coca Cola her orders her a bottle of champagne and a platter of fruit.

“And chocolate!” she adds.

And chocolate.

When he hangs up the phone he finds her wide eyes examining him with curiosity.

“So, are we going to do this?”

He’s slightly caught off guard by her forwardness, “Already?”

“I’m sure you know time is money, Mr. Wayne.”

“You know?”

“I’m not stupid, I’ve lived in Gotham for years now, I’d have to be living under a rock to at least not have heard of you,” she says arms crossing over her chest. “But that isn’t important. How long am I here and do you have the cash to pay me, is.”

“A business woman, then,” he says with a smirk crossing his features.

“Have to be.”

“I was thinking that you could stay the whole night.”

She pauses for a moment, “All of it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s expensive.”

“You know who I am.”

Her eyes fill with a bit of playfulness at his cocky response, “I’ve met rich guys before who still didn’t want to pay the fee.”

“That’s not me.”

“No, it doesn’t seem like it.”

There is a shrill ringing sound that comes from where the elevator doors are and it causes her to jump in surprise. Bruce calmly presses a button on the phone and the door opens to reveal a server with the tray of items’ he’d ordered.

“Here we are, sir,” the man says rolling in. He stops when she gets up and looks at the items on the cart.

She grabs a chocolate bar off the cart and takes it from him and pushes it into the middle of the living room, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, ma’am,” the server says slightly confused by her presence, but he exits the room with no fuss.

“This is good,” she says biting into the chocolate bar as she sits back down on the couch.

“I’m glad you like it.”

She stares at him for a moment, letting the chocolate melt in her mouth before swallowing, “What is it that you want?”

He gives her a questioning glance.

“I mean, you certainly weren’t looking for sex tonight, so why am I here?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, trying to figure out how best to voice his thoughts, “When I saw you sitting on that bench, and realized that you would be alone, that anyone could come and hurt you anyway they wanted I couldn’t just let you go.”

“I’m a big girl and I’ve been doing this for a long time,” she says standing up. She places the wrapper of the chocolate bar down and begins to remove her fur coat. “That also means, I preferred to get paid up front.”

“How much?”

“When do you want me gone?”

“When do you wake up in the morning?”

“It depends on how late of night I had.”

“Tell you what, when you wake up in the morning we’ll count the hours and I’ll pay you then.”

She looks at him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. She doesn’t think he’s stupid nor does she think he would try to skimp on her money, but he definitely wasn’t acknowledging the ‘paid up front’ part of the equation.

“Sixteen hundred minimum, up front, right now,” she says arms crossed.

He raises an eyebrow at her price, “Eight hours?”

“That’s the recommended amount of a good night’s rest, isn’t it? If you say we’ll count the hours I need some proof that you’ll at least give me the bare minimum.”

“Cash?”

“Or credit,” she says with a smirk. “I’m more than accommodating.”

“You are astounding,” he says after a pause.

“I do business in the modern world, people don’t usually carry cash like that anymore.”

“Here,” he says pulling a credit card out of his wallet and holding it out to her. “Take what you need.”

She slowly takes the black card from his hand and looks at him warily, “What I need?”

“You said you needed rent and a bed, didn’t you?” He questions as he stands to open the bottle of champagne and pour each of them a glass. “I’m sure there something else you need, so take it.”

He passed her a glass and sat back down in his chair. She did the same, opting to place her glass between her thighs while she dug for her phone in her jacket pocket. When she takes her phone in her hand she meets his gaze again and he nods. She opens the cash app on her phone and proceeds to enter the information on his card. When it came to the amount that she wanted to charge him she hesitated for a moment, wanting to take him up on his offer.

There was plenty that she needed. She needed to get out of her shitty apartment and away from her cokehead roommate. She needed fresh food and clothes and other basic necessities. There lists of things she could justify that she needed and she doubt he would even notice how much money was gone if she took what she needed. However, she considered herself an honorable person. She couldn’t charge for services that she didn’t provide, and so far, the only thing that she had promised him was that she’d stay for eight hours.

With a sigh, she punched in sixteen-hundred dollars pressed enter and handed the card back to the man who was sitting across from her.

“I’m all yours,” she said draining her flute of champagne. “So, what is it that you want to do?”

Filthy images ran through Bruce’s mind as he examined the girl. He hadn’t thought about seriously taking her up on her offer, he didn’t usually give people money in expectation for sex. However, he was feeling slightly conflicted, as he was extremely attracted to the woman, but would feel guilty almost like he was taking advantage of her if her took her services. He decided if she offered he wouldn’t refuse, but he wouldn’t press her for it.

“You aren’t a bad person if you want to fuck me,” she pipes up suddenly. Her words surprised him. “I can see you thinking. I’m choosing to have sex with you and in return you give me money. It’s a transaction that happens millions of times a day.”

Bruce feels his chest tighten when he watches her place her glass on the table and began unzipping her boots. He swallowed thickly as she reveals her shapely legs. She stands and removes her crop top revealing her bra.

“We can do whatever you want to do, I don’t mind,” she says as she places one leg on either side of him. She drops her face in front of his and stares into his lust filled darkening blue eyes. “Just no kissing on the lips.”

Bruce cocks an eyebrow at her strange request but he nods quickly when he feels her hips grind into his. His hands find themselves attached to the exposed sides of her hips and he can feel her shiver with when his rough hand run over her soft skin.

Her arms drape around his neck and dip into the back of his shirt. He hast to stop himself from shuddering when he feels the point of her nails dig lightly into his skin.

“Can you follow that one rule?”

His blue eyes glanced into her curious ones he nods. She smiles when he does and dips her head into his neck where she began laying small kisses. It’s a small affection and but the heat of her body on his and the slight smacking that occurs each time she pulls her lips away have him becoming so sensitive that the entity of his skin feels like it’s on fire.

He begins to widen the placement of his feet and his hand find themselves moving from her hips to just under her thighs. He grips them tightly and she pulls back to look at him confusedly.

“What’s wr-” she starts but she doesn’t get a chance to finish as Bruce stands and brings her with him. Her legs lock around his waist and she uses her arms to pull herself closer to him.

She blinks up at him confused at his sudden desire to move.

“I’d rather not be stuck in a living room chair all night,” he says as he brings the both of them to the master bedroom.

She nods in understanding and resumes her ministrations as he walks.

When they’ve arrive to the bedroom, he quickly closes the door behind them. He places her on the bed and begins to unbutton his shirt. His throat tightens when he watches her peel her small skirt off her body, leaving her completely in her underwear.

She uses the head board to support her back and stretches her arms out to him.

“Hurry make the most out of your time, eight hours will come and go faster than you know it.”

There is a sinful smirk that paints itself on her pretty lips and his bourgeoning erection becomes almost painful, and he knows he’s going to take full advantage of everything he’s paid for.

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lasiiurus-archived · 8 years ago

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thank you !

^^ dis gif isn't mine. but that's totally my face.

Here it is! This is my big dumb 'thank-you' post that I've been meaning to write. So if you weren't aware, I've actually closed this blog (aside from some random posts about Logan and a Batman Podcast - you should listen to it) due to some major, major problems with the DC fandom that I find toxic and quite frankly disgusting. But das stuff that sadly I can't change so I'm doing what's best for me and getting my ass outta here before my love for Batman is forever ruined by blind and immature fanboys.

i started writing bryce around about 2015. My first blog was called surgitisms but I changed it because someone made some burnbook callout about me copying someones url (I had no idea that blog existed rofl - surgit is latin for 'rise'). I then moved to rageinyourbones (shoutouts to joseph gordon levitt) where i spent most of my time, developing this character that wasn't even my idea - it was just a passing remark from a lovely actress by the name of Natalie Dormer. now as you're aware (and as i continually apologize for) i fucked up on that blog, and i've done my best to reach out and make amends with the people i offended (and they were super gracious and accepted my apology). but that negative bollocks aside, i grew up so much on that blog. i learned some amazing things about myself, i learned some bad things about myself, and most importantly i created a character that i personally believe is different to bruce wayne. i ended up headcannoning late at night, thinking about how she would act differently to bruce, about how she would interact with certain characters etc etc etc.

but what really made all the difference was the people i met.

you guys are fucking amazing. i mean lets be real - the tumblr rp community can be fucked sometimes. we've all seen it, but what i love is that we tend to (80% of the time) treat each other as real human beings and see that what we're really here for is just the love of these dumb fictional characters. they give us a break from the savagery of life and its endless woes. i am so, so so grateful and so so so blessed to have known the people i have on here. people whom i met on rageinyourbones and followed me across to here, and people whom i met here. holy bollocks im rambling - im just gonna tag some specific people who really really made my life on here so enjoyable. the rest i'll just lump into one big post because i'm lazy like that.

@fracturedportrait - harmony. i remember meeting you the first time. i remember it so clearly. you were so chill, so spunky (god i feel old using that word), and you had such a passion for your oc. i remember the first plot we had, the inspiration we shared... who knew that it was the beginning of my greatest friendship and my #1 OTP for bryce. you were the first person whom i ever actually spoke to off tumblr (remember when i called you?? and you heard my dumb aussie accent??). i remember legitimately getting teary over memes, i remember smiling so much during our threads, i remember (and still do) laugh about us talking about how our sin is like a lovely vintage of wine. your writing consistently, unimaginably, pushes and has pushed me to better mine. with every post you made, you helped improve my writing. you are such a blessing to me and i am not going to just let this stay as some dumb tumblr friendship. we'll face time, and i'll be sure to credit you when i'm on the red carpet with natalie dormer being like 'so what made you want to write this film about a female batman?'. i'll just be like 'yo there was this really cool chick who wrote a vampire and she told me to just write this film'.

@halysborn - SWAN. ho man. do you remember when i wrote that giant meta about how dick literally changed not just bryce's life, but bruce's? i firmly believe that dick is the most important character in bruce's life. and i mean i'm talking on the same level as alfred - even more. he's the TRUE son. the son whom saved him. like i just cry about how bruce says that line - 'sometimes i think i've never done any good in my life. then i look at dick and realize i'm wrong' or whatever that actual phrase is. i PHYSICALLY VOM WHEN PEOPLE SHIP THEM. but yo that's other stuff. what's important is that you have supported me selflessly and without strings. you've supported me here, you've supported me over on deshibcsara, you've just been a consistent rock, an unyielding foundation of encouragement. i still, and will NEVER delete that voice recording where you talk about me and my love for batman. it gives me such hope and reminds me that, yeah i fuck up, but i've at least affected someone else's life and how they see batman. my only regret is that i was so goddamn slow with replying to our stuff. and that was literally because i felt like you deserved nothing but my absolute best. you are incredible, and from one aussie to another, i love you brocookie!

@femmekill - could u pls stop spamming my facebook wall with memes?? SIKE I LIED. I FUCKING LOVE IT. my mum literally asked me the other night 'who is -insert your real name-?' and i was like 'oh thats my wife' and she was like '???' and i just said 'dont even BOTHER trying to understand'. you have been nothing but optimistic about me. you consistently, relentlessly see the good in me. i dont think there's ever been a time where like i've felt wronged by you? or at the very least felt like i was a burden to you? you never fail to spread positivity. even when you were feeling like shit and i tried to cheer you up, it's like you turned it on me and were like 'nah gus you're not cheering me up IM CHEERING YOU UP - thats how it works'. im so fucking whipped by you, because you're just such a blessing to my life. the day we shared FB's was like the day i realized 'WELP IM IN THIS MARRIAGE FOR LIFE NOW'. when it comes to your writing - i'm just breathless. the tumblr rp fandom does not deserve you. keep doing your thing man - don't ever let douchebag anons change that.

@marblebelow - I SINCERELY HOPE YOU STILL HAVE THE RECORDING OF ME SINGING 'THE CONFRONTATION'. especially with the 'DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUN'. that shit is lit. yo but mikel really. the days of us writing together - writing fisk/bryce and then writing jim/bryce... i value it so much. you've taught me to pursue every little nuance in bryce's character. and i mean that - you ask me tiny little questions, and holy crap i end up going into a massive internal investigation. and worst of all (or best??) you jsut lavish me with genuine, kind words. i regret that we didnt get to write much more (both of us having major stress/overwhelmed issues), but dude, like, never stop being you - you have such overwhelming, unimaginable depths of creativity. even if you don't realize it, or feel like you don't, believe me - you do. it sounds like -- errr.... arrogant? but ive spent the last six years studying writing/fiction/film and just immersing myself in it so i feel like i have SOME credibility - you really really do have a gift.

@ivyworn - 'yes hello i'd like to report a murder? the victim is ME' aka this is what happens whenever we talk. so we never actually got to do much writing, but honestly? i literally feel like we did writing in the SPIRIT with all of our tumblr IMs and just the amount of shit talking we did. PUMA. LEST WE FORGET. PUMA. no but real talk, i was supposed to send you a birthday gift aka im still gonna get my ass onto paypal and do that SO DONT YOU LEAVE YOUR BLOG. AND YOU CANNOT SAY NO. i've never met anyone whom has such an in-depth love and understanding for ivy. i remember chatting about Cast Shadows with you and the level of complexitity between Batman and Ivy. i mentioned this but Batman/Ivy is literally my OTP for Bruce. i just think it is such an interesting avenue that no writer (post Cast Shadows) has explored. whenever we spoke, i had such a smile on my face, i cannot even begin to desribe it. i really really hope life goes well for you and treats you with the care and respect you DESERVE.

@psyclownsis @scarestress tags both blogs bc i have no idea where you are these days. so i already recorded that voice meme thing talking about you piri - but i literally just want to further express my admiration and gratitude for you. you've stuck by me, you've pulled me aside and been like 'oi gus you're being a douche stop it', and you've just supported me and taken such an interest in this dumb character i write that literally just blows me away. the fact that we barely write but i still feel so close to you and so valued by you is just a testament to the power of tumblr rp friendships. we don't NEED to write together to be friends and to respect and admire each other. AND LORD KNOWS i admire you. i admire your dedication, i admire your 'idgaf' attitude. and honestly i just admire your unrelenting loyalty to people.

because i've literally written an essay - the rest of these tags are people that i admire and love, even if we haven't had much chance to interact.

#long post for ts #im gonna turn anon on just for these last few days #just in case you wanted to share something and you were like 'nah dont wanna do it publicly'#but yo if you send douchey stuff im just gonna brush you off because i aint got time for dat #anyways I FUCKING LOVE YOU GUYS

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yoi-secret-valentines2017 · 8 years ago

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Be Mine

For: @moni-neechan (I anon-asked you three times but I think Tumblr ate them all…)

From: @araminthe-ispwitch (I accidentally made this hard for myself but at least I didn’t ruin Viktor…? I fell asleep editing so I’m sorry, mod-san. OTL)

To anyone interested, don’t hesitate to try your hand at this prompt for Viktuuri, too—I’ll admit this could use some more work so I don’t mind seeing other, more detailed versions. Enjoy and Happy Valentines! ^u^

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Yuri on Ice

Rating: T

Pairing/s: Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki

Summary: A Viktuuri fic for the prompt “you were drunk and proposed to me but i’m not sure how to bring it up now you’re sober bc i totally would have said yes au"—or rather, an AU in which coaching him wasn’t the only thing a drunken Yuuri had unknowingly asked of Viktor Nikiforov.

♪~۵~❋~♪~۵~❋~ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ~❋~۵~♪~❋~۵~♪

Viktor Nikiforov was a simple man.

(Lies, his coach Yakov Feltsman would say, and his fellow skaters would unanimously agree upon, but Viktor was just far too busy to acknowledge their sentiments about his high-maintenance lifestyle to even dismiss them.)

It didn’t take a lot to please him. Good food, nice living arrangements, a flawless PCS, the best dog chow for his poodle, maybe a nice vintage car thrown in, and Viktor would be all yours. Honestly, it was a total mystery as to why none of the people he’s dated for the past several years had stuck around to pop the big ol’ question to him.

(“Because they all realized he’s an ass,” Coach Yakov and the fellow skaters would seriously answer.)

But as Viktor fought to stand upright against the eager advances of one drunk Yuuri Katsuki, he’s come to realize with inner embarrassment that maybe his standards of proposing were just a little too uncanny for most.

Marry me, Viktor, he had said.

Be my coach, Viktor, he had said, as well—about several moments ago back at the banquet hall, with a large audience to witness his admittedly-sexy dance number.

Marry me, Viktor, he had said just now, sleepily grinning at him like it was the best idea he’s ever had. Viktor couldn’t blame him. Marrying the world’s greatest skater of the century was the greatest idea a fan could ever have.

MARRY ME, VIKTOR, HE HAD SAID—

“Whaddya think, Viktor?” slurred Katsuki, stumbling a bit but holding on to Viktor as if he doesn’t have any plans of letting him go anytime soon. “It’d be great, right?”

Oh, yes, it’d be great, thought the hopelessly-romantic Russian skater breathlessly. It’d be fucking great, indeed. He wouldn’t mind getting married to that sweet as—

No, no, he was getting ahead of himself.

While, admittedly, Yuuri Katsuki was an interesting man with interesting… proposals… Viktor should face them and him with a clear head. He had already let his fanciful mind run free with Yuuri’s plea to be his student—he couldn’t start fantasizing about marrying him, too. He had to be the professional one between them since the other was currently drunk out of his mind.

(He would admit that he had been thinking about going on a date with the Japanese skater after their dance, though. He just hadn’t been expecting things to escalate quickly to marriage. Damn, how many surprises does this man have up his sleeve?)

Viktor quietly groaned, holding Katsuki up steady as the man started grinding him against the wall and nuzzling his neck. Why did he decide to walk the guy back to his suite again?

Ah, yes. He wanted to see if there were more “surprises” in store for him.

After a few more champagne glasses and impromptu dances, Viktor was suddenly hit with the brilliant idea of doing the escorting himself and quickly persuaded Katsuki before his flustered coach Celestino could take him off his hands. Yakov and Yuri both knew what was really up, though, and so Viktor hadn’t bothered giving them an excuse.

“Hey, I’ll just bring our friend here back to his room. I think he’s had enough to drink.”

“Keep telling yourself that, old man…”

“Don’t wait up for me~!”

But now, faced with the (admittedly) very demanding marriage proposal and a bleary-eyed man looking up at him with pure adoration, Viktor found himself unable to touch him any further than this polite support of his arms. It felt… wrong.

Too sacred.

Too innocent and pure for his less-than-innocent-and-pure intentions.

(Which was ironic considering what happened back at the party…)

He had always imagined a proposal to him in the most romantic set-up ever, and it was obvious that Yuuri Katsuki was too far gone to pull off something like that, but for some reason, his reverent utterance of the words to Viktor shook him to the core.

Just like when he asked him to be his coach.

“Oh, I know!”

Startled, Viktor watched with cerulean eyes as the Japanese man stumbled away from him and approached the door just across them. The silver-haired man sighed in relief; he has been afraid that he’d have to manhandle Katsuki into his room somehow. It was just in front of them yet the other had managed to pin him to the wall before he could open it.

He was starting to regret doing of all this, especially when it was obvious that Katsuki wasn’t thinking straight. At first, Viktor had just been curious about the timid man who had walked away from him and had avoided interacting with anybody at the party. That part wasn’t surprising, considering he placed last in the competition. But just after a few hours of alcohol, Viktor had already found his life suddenly spinning out of its axis. He couldn’t help gravitating towards the black-haired man, wanting to know more about him. Though now…

Katsuki fumbled with his keycard, quietly hiccupping every now and then. Viktor moved to assist him, smiling uneasily when the other let out a childish whoop and bounded almost gracefully into the dark open room. Maybe he should just leave.

It was one thing to contemplate about the coaching offer—it was entirely another thing to take the other proposal seriously. This was too personal, even for him.

(Viktor tried not to think about both offers actually being a joke from the drunken man.)

“Here, Viktor!”

The Russian man blinked up in surprise, Katsuki already back to his side. He was holding up a large blue paperclip.

“Oh… that’s nice?” suggested Viktor with a confused but amused smile.

“No, no!” Despite already looking tired and about to collapse, Katsuki charged on, straightening out the clip with an adorably-cute concentrating expression. Viktor wasn’t sure what this was about anymore, but he figured he could humor him just a little bit longer before getting him to rest and politely leaving the suite.

“There!” And now Katsuki was holding up a thin blue circle of wire. He grinned at Viktor once again. “Marry me?”

Viktor swore he felt his heart stop.

He barely realized that Katsuki was already grabbing his hand, slipping the makeshift ring onto his finger, and babbling about how he doesn’t have anything appropriate at the moment but he’ll make sure to buy his new fiancé a proper ring next time. The world shifted and blurred and Viktor was pretty sure that he really was drunk now. This was probably a nice dream. It had to be.

There was no way Yuuri Katsuki was this extraordinarily amazing within just an hour of meeting him—or was this ridiculous.

“Yuuri!”

Both men turned dazedly to a worried-looking Celestino power-walking towards them. “I’m sorry, Viktor, I should have—”

��I-It’s fine,” cut off Viktor, waving away his concerns and trying to act normal once again—the slight press of the thin wire between his fingers greatly distracting him. “It wasn’t a big deal…”

Katsuki laughed airily and hiccupped again, leaning clumsily on the doorframe. “Let’s celebrate, Celestino!”

“Now, now, that’s enough of that. You’re already yawning,” reasoned the coach, and he proceeded to usher his student further inside the room before he could try to start anything outlandish again.

“Anyways, thanks for your help, Viktor.”

Viktor blinked and automatically, a charming smile forming on his lips—though he could tell they hardly twitched into the proper shape. “No problem…”

The door gently shut close in front of him—he heard Katsuki whine loudly before the noise had been cut off from the outside world—and he took a step back.

And he forced himself to take another and another until he was no longer standing idle and looking like an idiot.

He halted and raised his right hand, where the fake ring was still stuck. How did he know to put it there…? he thought as he plucked it off and studied it with unfocused eyes. It was just a piece of plastic and wire, crudely formed into a circle that was far too big for his slim finger to fit snugly into.

And yet it was an engagement ring.

Viktor pressed his lips thinly. It was not.

Be real, Viktor.

He resumed walking, ready to just throw himself underneath the covers of his bed and hide away from all the problems he needed to face as an aging skater. At the thought, he squeezed the item gently in his palm. Katsuki was drunk and was probably joking, anyway. And honestly, Viktor shouldn’t even be fantasizing about anything—he had only interacted with him today and a marriage proposal was utterly ridiculous at this point in their acquaintanceship. Everybody knew that.

And yet… Viktor kept thinking about how it would feel like to say yes.

He was an idiot.

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He was an idiot.

Katsuki had left so early the next day—without even a word about what happened at the banquet—and had disappeared throughout the rest of the season that Viktor soon understood their situation, though not soon enough. It had been so obvious. The marriage proposal was, of course, just a joke—and Viktor kept shaking his head for even taking it seriously since he had been a bit tipsy himself that night—but what really hurt was knowing that the coaching proposal wasn’t going to happen.

Viktor had been hoping that it would. That was why he had kept his eyes on Yuuri Katsuki the entire night.

Katsuki was fairly silent on social media—to the point that Viktor began wondering if perhaps he had already retired somehow without the world knowing about it—and this didn’t help Viktor in trying to find out what to do about him.

Well… there was nothing to it. He just had to continue skating.

But that all came crashing down when he saw the video.

As cerulean eyes reverently tracked every movement on the screen, every fiber of his being was screaming at him to do something to the Japanese man. Months of silence had formed the questions in his mind—Where were you? Why didn’t you contact me? Were you just playing with me? How could you?—but the sight of Yuuri dancing his program so beautifully washed them all away almost effortlessly.

After a time, his eyes fell on the deformed paperclip that the man had so proudly presented as his ring for Viktor. It was stupid, but Viktor had found himself unable to throw it away.

He picked it up from the shelf and proceeded to form it properly to fit his finger, his mind already swimming with plans.

The marriage proposal was a joke…

Viktor’s eyes softened.

… but the coaching offer might not be.

He didn’t dare slip the thin wire on, but his heart couldn’t help skipping a beat.

(It was at this moment that Viktor decided he should start wearing necklaces.)

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“Makkachin, I don’t understand…”

The fluffy poodle had already sadly whined for the both of them, but Viktor still keenly whined on his own as he hugged his dog for comfort. He had come to Japan despite Yakov’s threats and had gladly taken Yuuri’s offer with a seductive (naked) flourish back there at the hot spring, but for some reason, Yuuri just looked constipated at the sight of him.

It had quickly become apparent to Viktor then that Yuuri felt awkward about that night and wasn’t sure how to relax around the silver-haired man.

Viktor wiped his budding tears away with a sniff, and reached out towards his charging phone on the sleeping mat, where his little treasure was carefully set aside. Fortunately for Viktor, Georgi knew a lot about accessories, especially necklaces—caring for them and even crafting them with simple materials. After finally forming the paperclip into the ring design he wanted, Georgi helped him pair a nice chain for it and added a few more simple baubles to complete the whole look. Now the “engagement” ring was a cheap-looking but lovingly-crafted piece of accessory. There was now a brilliant light-blue bead inserted on it as its gemstone of sorts, and Viktor couldn’t help loving it more.

The Russian man thumbed the design, letting Makkachin snuggle further into his chest. He didn’t really know how this simple piece of blue plastic and wire managed to become so precious to him—he had already scolded himself several times for even thinking about what happened after the banquet—but in a way, Viktor guessed that it was because he had already attributed it to himself. He came across it the moment Yuuri Katsuki pushed him forward with a great and ground-breaking idea for his career and somehow, the ring now symbolized Viktor’s new beginnings.

Yuuri may not even find it important, but Viktor was going to keep it with him as a reminder of his decisions.

(The ring wasn’t the first of many trivial items Viktor Nikiforov got attached to over the years, but it would be the first of Viktor’s collection of Yuuri memorabilia.)

Viktor sighed deeply, hugging Makkachin tighter. The problem now, though, was Yuuri. He was different from the one he met at the party, that much was obvious, but this excessive shyness wasn’t helping his case at all. Hopefully, the ice would serve as their means of communication and make Yuuri lower his guard around Viktor. He really did want to get to know Yuuri better, after all.

Tomorrow’s another day! Keep going, Vitya!

He came all the way here to coach the man, and by god, Viktor was going to fucking coach him!

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(C: you mean you’re going to fuck him

V: what no

V: I mean

V: not NOW)

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Fortunately, as the months passed by, Viktor found their relationship deepening with every day Yuuri made an effort to approach him. They never talked about the banquet, but it seems they didn’t actually need to for Yuuri to open himself up more. Viktor was glad; as Yuuri promised him to make up for everything with his skating, he smiled and relaxed as the sea breeze came over him. His patience and understanding were starting to pay off.

Life with Yuuri was really good right now.

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“You must really like that necklace,” commented Yuuri the morning before the Cup of China short program competition. Viktor blinked in surprise, and blinked some more when he realized that Yuuri had finally remarked on his constant accessory. Throughout the months of training, he wore it proudly like a banner only he understood. (Chris, too, to an extent, when a drunken Viktor whined about his woes to him one time.) No one had really ventured past a compliment when it came to his preciously-worn ring (Yurio had mostly glared at him and kept insulting him and Yuuri during the time he was with them), and so this was also the first time that his preference for it was pointed out.

Viktor opened his mouth, about ready to regale the story of that one beautiful night… and paused.

What was he doing? He was here to coach.

“Yeah,” he said instead. “I half-made it myself.” His throat felt a little dry.

“Oh, really?” Yuuri smiled, curious, but Viktor couldn’t really push himself to entertain the subject any longer, so he smoothly changed the topic after a few more remarks about his necklace.

It didn’t mean anything else to him other than a symbol of his turning point. What would Yuuri benefit from hearing about how he had proudly (drunkenly) presented that ring to Viktor, anyway? They were here to win and the silver-haired man wasn’t about to distract his student with trivial matters. He had never talked about the ring with anyone else other than Chris (accidentally), and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

You wanted to say yes, you flighty coward.

No.

You did. Just one night and you were so easily swayed.

If Viktor was quiet for the rest of the journey to the arena, Yuuri didn’t comment on it.

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Maybe in his forgotten dreams, Viktor had envisioned something like this, but after everything they had been through, he just couldn’t believe that it would all culminate into him kissing the hell out of Yuuri Katsuki on live television.

He hadn’t realized it, but he had spent the rest of the night thumbing his ring pendant gently.

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The thumbing was such an ingrained habit by now that, for the whole time Viktor was separated from Yuuri by miles of ocean, he hadn’t let go of his necklace once. When he realized it, he only felt a little bit embarrassed before the worry came back in full-force once again. Apparently, caressing it really helped.

It got him through the final grueling hours of waiting for Yuuri’s plane, and honestly, the people in the airport should be thankful it had prevented him from going crazy.

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Viktor honestly didn’t know where to start.

The thick gold band on his right hand’s ring finger was such a huge presence in his mind right now that Viktor barely heard what Yuuri was telling him. Flashbacks of that night kept repeating before his eyes, and the usually-light pendant on his necklace felt heavy for a moment underneath his scarf.

“T-Tell me something for good luck…?”

Cerulean eyes snapped back to soft, hesitant brown ones.

I, uh, dunn really have *hic* anythin’ appo-propriate at the moment but… I’ll make suuuure to buy my new fiancé—fiancé! He he—a *hic* proper ring next time, o-kay~? Maybe a nice goooold one? He he…

A warm smile spread almost unconsciously on Viktor’s lips and he determinedly took Yuuri’s hand, already knowing what to say. When they hit the streets once again to hunt for a good restaurant, he could almost feel his necklace jingling and bouncing softly against his coat.

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“I couldn’t even talk to Viktor.”

There was no time stop his spit-take—out of the corner of his eye, Yuuri was smiling so innocently that Viktor’s shock made his beer fly even further.

(“VIKTOR YOU’RE FUCKING DISGUSTING UGH”)

Viktor hurriedly slammed his mug down and turned to his fiancé with a worried expression. “Y-Yuuri, you don’t remember?”

At the Japanese man’s confusion, it was Chris who explained. “Yuuri, you got drunk on champagne and started dancing. Everyone saw it.”

“Huh?!”

“That was disgusting as hell,” piped in Yurio. “I was dragged into a dance-off and got humiliated, too!”

“A dance-off?! With Yurio?!”

“I did mine with a pole dance—half-naked.”

As the black-haired and bespectacled man beside him let out a horrified screech, Viktor sat silently, staring at his mug with unseeing eyes.

Yuuri didn’t remember.

Yuuri… didn’t… remember…?

Suddenly, everything that happened between them for the past eight months—from the moment he announced his intentions buck-naked to the moment Yuuri slipped that thick gold band on his finger—made so much more sense now. He glanced at the man, seeing him muttering to himself with embarrassment clear in his eyes, and his pendant suddenly felt heavier.

You asked me to coach you.

No wonder he was so confused that first day. Viktor had been trying to seduce him, after all—plus, he had come in the wake of Yuuri’s viral video.

You asked me to marry you.

Heh.

Yuuri really had been drunk out of his mind that time.

… No.

Cerulean eyes warmed with affection as he visually caressed the distraught features of his fiancé. Yuuri may have forgotten, but all of those eight months had been real. It had led them to where they were now, and Yuuri wanted him now—whether he remembered that proposal or not.

That, more than anything, took his breath away.

He smiled impishly at the man, holding his phone up. “I still have videos of what happened.”

This is an engagement ring.

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Later that night, lying on their beds with the lights dimmed, Viktor told everything that Yuuri apparently forgot about in his drunken stupor. He was immensely enjoying Yuuri’s tomato-red complexion at the moment, the satisfaction filling him in knowing that his previous failed attempts of seduction and pining for so long were now being avenged at the sight of his flustered fiancé.

His beautifully-flustered fiancé.

“I can’t believe I actually did all of that…” mumbled Yuuri with a whine behind his hands.

“I can’t believe you forgot that you already proposed to me,” retorted Viktor offhandedly.

But that got Yuuri’s attention.

“H-How did that happen…?”

Viktor grinned. He told him.

Now Yuuri buried himself under the covers and the pillow.

“Oh, lighten up, Yuuri. It’s fine! I actually thought you were cute—although I was getting frustrated since you kept stirring my hard-o—”

“It’s not fine! I demanded you to marry me, Viktor! How could I have even done that?!”

“And then you slipped a ring on me,” continued Viktor. Yuuri slowly got out of his makeshift fort and stared at him. Surprisingly, his doe-like eyes slowly traveled down Viktor’s chest.

“… Is that the ring?”

Viktor’s eyes widened—and he huffed a laugh as he picked up his pendant. “Yeah.” The brilliant light-blue bead was as brilliant was ever.

“You wore it all this time.”

“I did.”

Yuuri’s eyes cast downward as he lied on his side. “… Why?”

When he looked up again, Viktor had already moved to lie on his side as well, facing him and propping an arm to cradle his head. The silver-haired man smiled. “I guess because I was waiting for you to ask me again—properly this time.”

Their hands clasped in the dimness of the room, but the entwined fingers and the rings on them faintly sparkled as if they were silently speaking for their owners’ feelings for each other.

“I mean, you were pretty drunk and proposed to me, yeah, but I wasn’t really too sure on how to bring it up back then while you were sober because I totally would have said yes to that ass, you kn—”

“V-V-VIKTOR!”

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When Yuuri joined him and Yurio in St. Petersburg for training, Viktor was overjoyed to note that he was now wearing his own necklace.

Viktor was nothing if not a romantic at heart, and even Yuuri couldn’t deny that the idea of matching the first “engagement” ring sounded nice. Phichit, on vacation in Japan, and the triplets and their mother were only too happy to help in creating the accessory. With video calls from Georgi and online tutorials at their side, Yuuri’s own necklace was soon completed.

It was only made of a red paperclip fashioned into a ring with a brilliant pink bead, but nothing was ever going to compare to it—except maybe their gold rings and their future wedding ones.

(Viktor’s fiancé notes with irony how the necklaces, while simple-looking, are actually not. Coach Yakov and the rest of the rink reply that that’s because Viktor was anything but simple.)

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