#assigned girl by stupid bar hat color

[hugheses]

5-26-21: jack, quinn, and josh at judy z’s in nyc

[anticomedygarden]

21 & 22 from the 2023 in review game ❤️❤️

21. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

This was hard because I'm always afraid my dialogue falls flat, but here's piece of wolf that I really like:

“There are no wild wolves in England,” Lily said with a frown. 

Sirius glanced at her. “What?”

She nodded. “The last wolf in the UK was shot in 1680, and they haven’t been reintroduced.” Sirius caught her eye and tried to convey that she needed to stop talking. She must have finally realized what was going on because her eyes went wide, and she muttered, “...but maybe it was coyotes.”

Poppy just nodded. “Well, I’ve got to get back to my rounds, as should you two.” She turned to leave, but not before saying, “Oh, and Sirius is assigned to coyote boy, and Ms. Evans, you get coyote girl.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, and they each gave her a thumbs up. 

As soon as she was gone, Lily smacked him on the shoulder, wonder in her eyes, and said, “I touched a werewolf!”

“Shh!” Sirius put a hand against her mouth. “You also treated him for internal bleeding, but that doesn’t mean you can tell people about it!” Her bright eyes somehow got even wider and she nodded, so, cautiously, he took his hand off her mouth.

At first, she was silent, lips pursed, then, in a harsh whisper, said, “My hands were in a werewolf!”

If it were anyone else, he would’ve been concerned that she wasn’t more worried about coming into contact with a bloody beast, but since it was her, all he did was gape. “Please, make it sound more sexual. I dare you.”

“Is that what you said six months ago?”

Sirius gasped. “Lily!”

Her eyes twinkled, and she danced away. “Go do your rounds. I’m sure wolf boy will be thrilled to see you.”

I love this part because Sirius is just standing there all kinds of panicking, and Lily is telling them about wild canine populations. I haven't gotten a lot of chances to write their friendship, so it's always fun.

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

This scene from you're a sad sight honey but you look so cute:

Then, Jason took the jacket off, and Nico stared. There were chip bags, water bottles, and other snacks taped to the inside of the garment.

"What the hell did you two do?" Nico asked wearily. Will looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"We brought you food," Percy said helpfully.

Nico gestured helplessly. "Why, exactly?"

Jason started pulling the food off the jacket and handing it to Nico and Will. "In case your bus breaks down again."

"Oh my god." Nico almost fumbled a granola bar. "What the hell are we supposed to do with all this?"

Jason stood and looked at Nico like he was the one being weird. "Tape it to your jackets."

This scene still cracks me up, partially because it's so stupid but it's also so true to marching band. The one year I did marching alto sax, I'd have music in my hat, hot hands in any pockets I could find, sometimes extra reeds. One of my friends would bring a small blanket to wrap around their stomach inside their pants lmao. One time, somebody else marched a halftime show with a chicken sandwich in their hat and ate it during fourth quarter. The other three years, I did color guard and would have hot hands in my bra and would get my friends to hold my wallet in their hats or pants pocket. We all had candy somewhere. One girl was a cheerleader and had her friends each hold a different part of her flute in their pants pocket or hat and hold it for her until half time.

I also just love how their characters came out here, especially Percy and Jason's relationship with Nico.

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[dcnatural]

Is There Somewhere

Word Count: 2392

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn meet to finish unfinished business, and Ivy recalls a magical night the duo had shared.

Unless you knew what you were looking for, the Gotham Garden Motel was hard to spot. Squeezed between two warehouses on the road leading to Arkham Island, the building seemed abandoned: the glass of the windows was covered in dust, making it impossible to see anything in the other side; the sign which announced the name of the establishment was missing some letters and the neon lights had long stopped working; the roof was missing a couple of tiles and the white paint was peeling off the outside walls, which were covered by cracks. It was a miracle the place was still standing.

Despite the decrepit state of the motel, its driveway was often filled with cars and people were seen going in and out at a regular basis. If one dared to open the rotten wooden door, they would find themselves inside a shockingly well illuminated reception. It even had a waiting area, which included a tube television and a coffee machine. An employee in a cheap cotton uniform sat behind the large desk, alternating between watching a soap opera and scribbling something on the notebook open in front of them. A door reading “Employees Only” leads into the office, a separated area with two large window panes that could be used to spy on the reception. 

They didn’t ask for IDs and only accepted upfront payments made in cash, the registration was as simple as writing whichever name you wanted in the book and leaving the money. You would then be given a key to your room. This discretion was the main reason behind the motel's popularity. Whether you were a cheating husband, a drug dealer or a high tier super criminal, if you wanted to have a clandestine meeting, this was the place to come. Everyone who visited the motel was involved in some shady business. The whole premise of the place was that you could come, do your shit and leave, no questions asked.

That's why the clerk didn’t bat an eye when Poison Ivy came striding in through the front entrance, placed a wad of cash in the front desk, signed the visitor’s log, took the key for room 93 and headed to the staircase without saying a word. Nor did the clerk find it unusual when, fifteen minutes later, Harley Quinn burst in and raced upstairs, not even bothering to close the door after her.

Room 93 was located on the fourth floor. Unlike most hotels, which the room’s number indicated their respective floor, the Gotham Garden didn’t use this rationale. Instead, the numbers had been randomly assigned; a brilliant idea that occured to the first owner after getting wasted in a bar downtown. Therefore, there was no intuitive way of finding your room, and the guests were required to carefully read the maps plastered to the walls of the staircase.

While the reception gave the impression of belonging to a decent place, the rest of the hotel matched the state of the outside. The red carpet covering the floor had a thick cover of dust and mold, the lamps in the ceiling were either burned out or flickered inconsistently. Cockroaches crawled around, and one could hear the screeches made by the rats inhabiting the wall. Each door had been painted with a different color, but now the ink was faded and everything looked like a lifeless gray.

Harley verified if the hallway was clear before tapping on the dark-blue door. Dressed in a black hat with a wide brim, overly large star-shaped pink sunglasses and an old trench coat, she looked like the most comical spy in the world.

The knock caused Ivy to jump from her chair, and she stumbled to reach the door. She gave a quick glance at the bathroom mirror to ensure that her vivid red hair was well combed and her shirt was in place. Her heartbeat was frantic and she took a deep breath to calm herself, inhaling the lavender scent of her perfume.

Ivy sighed as she contemplated the girl before her. “Didn’t I tell you to be discreet?”, she complained as Harley skipped inside.

“This is discreet, Pams. No one can recognize me with these glasses. Betcha you wouldn’t have known it was me if I hadn’t told you I was coming disguised”, she replied as she removed the sunglasses and tossed them aside. They skittered through the floor before stopping underneath the wardrobe. 

She then took off her hat, letting her blonde locks cascade down her back. The colorful streaks had been washed off, with only ghostly remnants of pink and blue to evidence the product of Harley’s latest post-break-up-hair-makeover. It only made sense that now that she was back with the Joker she would try to erase any change she had made during their time apart.

The darkened windows didn’t allow much light to pass through and, despite being early afternoon, Ivy had turned on the twin lamp shades that decorated the nightstands, their floral pattern casting shadows in the threadbare arabic rug that covered the floor underneath the bed.

Harley sat in the far end of the bed, back propped against the wall and legs stretched over the mattress. “So, what’d you wanted to talk about, uh?”

Ivy paced around the room, she couldn’t bring herself to look at Harley. “How could you go back to him?”, the words left her mouth in an urgent whisper. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision and she felt the urge to brush them away. Tears were a sign of weakness and weaknesses weren't a luxury she could afford. In fact, the last time she had cried was back when she still was Pamela Isley, on that fateful day that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her last tears had been shred when she laid on the floor, dying only to be reborn as Poison Ivy.

Harley idly played with her hair, curling it around her well manicured fingers. She didn’t know how to reply to that. Why did she return to the Joker every time? Why did she still love him when all he did was hurt her? She knew it was an abusive relationship, she hadn't spent years training as a shrink for nothing, but she couldn't find the strength in herself to cut him out of her life. For better or for worse, he had shaped her into who she was now. She feared that without his influence in her life, she would go back into being Dr. Harleen Quinzel, and honestly, the prospect of normalcy terrified her.

But she couldn't tell Ivy all of that, so she did what she knew best and created a diversion. "You know, your hair’s fantastic today. Are you using a new shampoo?"

As if moving by their own accord, Ivy's lips curled into a smile. She cursed herself. She should be angry, sad, outraged. But there was something about Harley that always made her let her guard down. Harley had the gift of bringing happiness into Ivy's loneliness. And perhaps that was the reason why that betrayal had hurt so much.

Ivy collapsed into the bed, careful not to get too close to Harley. She wasn't sure if she could deal with so much proximity right now. Not in this bed, at least. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wonder. To travel back to a week ago, before the Joker sweeped in again and took Harley with him. Back to when it had been just the two of them, hiding in this same room while they counted their loot and laughed about the stupidity of the guards of the jewelry story they had just robbed.

That day had awakened something in Ivy, and she had thought that her friend felt the same. But clearly she had been wrong. 

In her mind she relieved it all, every single detail of that fateful day, from the smell of the strawberry bubblegum Harley had been chewing to the sound of gold clittering against gold.

* * *

The first thing Harley had done once they were secured inside the room was to remove her jester suit, the sweaty outfit was sticking to her skin and making her itchy. Stripped to her underwear and tube socks, she had then proceeded to catalogue every single item they had stolen, listing the retail price in a chart. 

Ivy had offered to help, but Harley had her own system and every time the redhead tried to do something she only mixed it all up. So she had given up and was texting her usual fence to ask when they could meet.

"I love this song", Harley shouted when the radio began to play a slow pop ballad. She seemed like a completely different person from the concentrated woman she was seconds ago. Climbing off the bed, she began to dance, with a grace that only the ones who had trained for years were able to do. She moved like air, arms swaying to the rhythm of the music and hips rocking back and forth in matching pace. The whiteness of her skin was a stark contrast to the black and red socks she wore, and Ivy’s gaze lingered on those long and slender legs. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have those legs tangled around her own body, to have those hands caressing her skin. 

“Come dance with me”, Harley asked, tugging Ivy’s arm and trying to pull her to her feet.

Ivy shook her head. “I don’t dance.”

Harley rolled her eyes and pouted. “Pretty please, for me! It’s boring to dance alone.”

Faced with the other girl’s plea, Ivy couldn’t find in her the strength to say ‘no’ and so she relented, allowing Harley to pull her up. Ivy’s movements were awkward, her body rigid whereas Harley’s was fluid. She misteped and tripped, but Harley was always there to catch her before she fell.

The song ended and another began, and they kept swirling around the room. The soft melody brought them closer, Harley’s arms embracing Ivy’s waist, chests pressed together and faces inches apart. Harley suppressed a yawn, eyelids fluttering shut as exhaustion began to take over. She nestled her head on Ivy’s shoulder, taking advantage of her friend’s taller stature. 

The rest of the world faded away, all that Ivy could think of was the intoxicating feeling of Harley’s lips brushing against her bare skin. Outside, a car passed by, the headlamp shining even through the dirt glass, creating a brief spotlight for the two girls.

A false move caused Harley to trip, and they stumbled, Ivy’s back landing on the saggy mattress with Harley on top of her. For a moment, time stood still. They laid over the white sheets, not moving and barely breathing. A tension hung in the air between them, an unvoiced desire that previously neither had felt. 

Then, before Ivy knew what was happening, Harley leaned down and brought her mouth to Ivy’s, hovering like that for an instant before closing the remaining distance. At first, the touch was light as a feather, barely there. Then, with renewed passion, Harley pressed harder, Ivy’s lips welcoming her. Ivy didn’t protest as Harley slid the strapless leotard out of her body, the garment falling to the floor near where Harley’s own jumpsuit laid.

When Harley pulled away, it was only so she could lay a trail of wet kisses. She sucked, licked and bit every inch of exposed skin, venturing further down with each second. She stopped at Ivy’s navel, looking up in search for permission, and Ivy remembered how to move for just long enough to nod, before collapsing back onto the bed. 

Every nerve in Ivy’s body was on fire. Her mind was numb. She felt nothing but Harley. Harley’s mouth. Harley’s fingers. Harley’s skin. Harley. Harley. Harley. The name echoed in Ivy’s mind with every beat of her heart. Ivy clutched tightly at Harley’s arms, the firmness of the muscles underneath her fingers ensuring her that this wasn’t just part of her imagination. Ivy felt herself coming undone under her friend’s touch. She couldn’t think she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t breath. All her worries and fears that clouded her brain faded away until only Harley was left.

* * *

“Pammy?”

Harley’s voice pulled Ivy back to the present and she snapped her eyes open. “I thought we had something.”

“We did. We do. You are my best friend. I love you. I really do”, there was a note of sadness in Harley's voice as she spoke.

Tears spilled out of the corners of Ivy’s eyes. “But you love him more.”

Harley nodded. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t…”

“No”, Ivy interrupted, sliding out of the bed. “It’s fine. I was foolish to believe you would actually leave him for real. I just wish I could let this go, forget it ever happened.”

She realized now how stupid this had been. Nothing she did could ever change Harley’s mind. She needed to get out of that room, she needed fresh air.

“Ives, come on”, Harley pleaded, rushing to grab Ivy’s arm before she could leave.

Ivy twisted out of her friend’s hold and opened the door. “I need to go. I’m sorry.”

The door closed shut behind Ivy and Harley allowed her body to fall to the floor, back against the scrapped dark blue paint. A sob escaped her lips and she buried her face in her knees, shielding herself from the world. She felt alone. Her best friend had abandoned her. And perhaps I deserve that, Harley thought. She didn’t know which was her worst mistake: falling in love with the Joker or with Ivy.

Outside, Ivy inhaled the fresh afternoon air and began the long walk back to the Botanical Garden. She hadn’t meant to fall in love that night, but now it was done and there’s no way of fixing it. She wished Harley could leave the Joker, not just out of jealousy but because she knew her friend deserved better. I could offer her better.

The dusk had settled over Gotham when a figure wearing a trench coat and hat left the Gotham Garden Motel. She opened the door to a green car and, with the motor rumbling, she took off into the darkness.

[thrashton]

Soaring light (elu, chapter 3)

Name: Soaring Light Fandom: Skam france Pairing: Lucas Lallemant/Eliott Demaury Tags: assassin!au, falling in love, angst, hurt/comfort Summary: Don’t get attached, do not engage in any physical contact… The list of rules were long, but Lucas had never been the one to follow orders. In fact, he might have broken all of them in just a week, all because of the piercing blue eyes staring at him from the assignment in his hands, and the charming, mysterious boy they belonged to. Chapter summary: Lucas thinks Eliott forgot all about him and watch Pirates of the Caribbean a few too many times to pass time.

prologue and chapter one&two can be found at the soaring-light tag at my blog, just click on the tag on this post. tumblr don’t wanna show my post in the search tag if I put in links… and on ao3 with the username thetimeisnow)

- Chapter 3.

When Lucas was 19, he met an older man at the bar. The man was dressed in a long, dark coat and a colorful hat and caught his attention in a second, mostly because of the odd choice of clothing.

The man waved Lucas over to his table, introduced himself and asked what he did for a living. Lucas found nothing weird or uncomfortable with the man’s behaviour, and he was also a bit tipsy.

The man told him he had been at the bar across the street, where Lucas worked at back then, a few times and had seen him him work, interact with customers and dealt different situations in a way he found fascinating. Lucas had never seen him before, but he did love compliments.

He had then asked him what he’d do for money, for a stable life. Lucas had, of course, laughed said anything because honestly, that’s how he felt at that point; had a low-pay job he hated and had to move within two months.

That night, Lucas had slipped a pill into an old man’s drink, having no idea what the pill did. A day later, he saw an article online about the strange death of the same man, and another day passed before he got his first contract sent with the post. He had put two and two together immediately.

After that, there was no way out. At first, he’d been terrified at every police car ringing in the distance, and as he receive his first reminder of his next mission, he realised the old man probably had proof he killed the guy at the bar and he had no other choice than to continue.

But as time and missions went by and he realised he wasn’t going to get caught; he grew comfortable. He was one of his boss’ best employees and well respected in their community. It was rare, for such a young age, he’d been told multiple times.

Therefore, Lucas had no idea why he went around, nervous like a man about to be hung (or something, but that reference was all he could think of after watching all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies three times to keep himself occupied) waiting for Eliott to text him.

Which he hadn’t. It had been four days.

He was scared at first, that he’d get in trouble with his boss, but he had been contacted by his right hand, a middle aged, rich woman from the more beautiful parts of Paris, and she told him that his boss understood the Eliott Demuary case was special and could take time. He had gotten an offer to change contract, but he nicely declined.

No one else could touch Eliott, except for him.

Two days after the bar, he had gotten a new follower on instagram. And nearly fell off the bed. He hesitated for around five hours before finally following Eliott back. He watched the video of his face a few (fifty) more times, considered writing him a DM, but then Yann slapped some sense into him and told him he had to pull himself together.

Lucas was sitting in his couch, phone upside down on his right. On his left side, a few pills were laying nicely on a folded paper. The easiest thing would be to find him in an exposed situation like before; at a bar, a club, a restaurant. The pills took between five hours to one day to work, depending on how many he slipped in the drink. They dissolved with first touch of water and didn’t taste anything which made them very easy to slip into whatever Eliott would be drinking.

He would rather not watch him die. Maybe he should lock himself up for a week or two after poisoning him so he didn’t have to see any newspapers when Paris learnt their favorite model was dead. Lucas swallowed thickly. It would be fine.

Then, his phone buzzed. He was lucky no one was there to watch him, because he threw himself over it in an embarrassingly fast speed.

-

From: Unknown number

Hey

-

Lucas stared at the screen.

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To: Unknown number

Who’s this?

-

Did he answer too fast? Maybe it was someone who got his number wrong. Maybe it was not Eliott.

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From: Unknown number

Eliott. You know, the cute one?

-

To: Eliott

I’m not sure I know you.

-

Eliott could read sarcasm, right? Lucas bit his lower lip nervously.

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From: Eliott

Funny guy ;) sorry it took so long to write. i didn’t know what to say-

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To: Eliott

So you settled with “hey”?

-

Was he being rude? No. He was being funny, right? What if Eliott found him incredibly boring and decided he wasn’t worth answering?

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From: Eliott

I’m creative like that. Do you wanna grab coffee with me?

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To: Eliott

I don’t drink coffee. wanna come over for gaming?

-

Considering how much he’d been alone at home, playing stupid multiplayer games for a long time now, he had to show off his skills to someone.

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From: Eliott

On the first date? ;) you could’ve just said so x

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To: Eliott

NOT what I meant!!!!! Fine. Coffee!!

-

Lucas was blushing. And extremely happy no one was there to see it, or hear the shocked gasp that passed his lips as he realised his mistake.

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From: Eliott

sure ;) two hours?

-

Lucas glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 11am now. Okay, that could work, he just had to shower, dry his hair, get it to stick in place, decide what to wear, cry for a bit, decide how he should kill the guy and preferably spend one hour yelling. It could work.

-

To: Eliott

okay. where?

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From: Eliott

ill pick you up, be outside ;)

-

Lucas wasn’t a fan of the winky face.

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To: Eliott

do you know where i live?

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From: Eliott

haha lucas, be ready in two.

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To: Eliott

you didnt answer, do you know where i live??

-

Lucas didn’t get any other answer. Great. Fantastic. He glanced down at the pills next to him. A few images flashed in his head from the guy he’d seen fall down on his knees two months back, his last kill. A middle aged white man who had gotten away with raping his own daughter. It was his ex wife, mother of the girl, who wanted him dead.

Lucas obliged. He didn’t even feel the slightest ounce of regret over kills like that, but he couldn’t understand what Eliott could have done to get a price that high on his head. Sure, Lucas didn’t really know the guy, but he still felt in his soul that Eliott could never be capable of doing anything like that. He had seen evil in the eyes of the men he’s killed, but Eliott’s eyes had no trace of it.

Maybe a rival? Someone who wanted his followers, his money? He surely had to be rich. For a rich person, the amount of money put on his head might not be too much. That was probably the case, Lucas thought, he was just overthinking this.

He hesitated a moment, but then he put one pill in a small plastic bag and put it in his pocket. Just in case he got a good opportunity to slip it into his coffee.

Eliott was just on time. Exactly two hours later, his phone vibrated on the table. Lucas was sitting, newly showered, nervous enough he feared his stomach was going to turn upside down and then he’d puke it out. Disgusting.

He stared down at the text.

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From: Eliott

here

-

It was just one word, but he still felt like he was going to throw up. Okay, he could do this. It wasn’t that bad, it would be fine. It would be great. If he just managed to keep his heart inside his chest until he was downstairs, it would all work out. There was no good explanation to why his legs were shaking as he walked down the stairs, nor why he was sweating more than normal.

It was just a coffee. It was nothing. It was fine.

Eliott was standing, leaning back on the hood on, what Lucas assumed, was his car. A black, newer Audi model; just what Lucas expected from him. It looked fresh, and so did Eliott, hair a beautiful mess on top of his head, a black hoodie under a brown-ish jacket. He stood gazing up in the sky, like he was posing for a shot. Lucas stopped behind the door out, just to look at him for amoment extra.

Eliott hadn’t noticed him yet, he was tapping with his foot on the ground and if Lucas didn’t know better he’d say he looked nervous. Lucas swallowed thickly, giving himself a confident nod and opened the door to step out in the warm weather. Eliott looked up; a sweet, big grin spreading across his face and Lucas almost melted into a pile of despair on the ground.

Fuck. This wasn’t good. His stomach made him feel things that he wasn’t supposed to feel. Like, extreme fucking attraction. Pure, strong and annoyingly exciting attraction.

“Hey”, Eliott said softly.

“Hi.” Lucas stood in front of him, hands in his pockets.

“You look great.”

Lucas watched him for a little too long before replying. “Thanks”, he said awkwardly, “you too.”

Eliott just kept grinning as he gestured over to the door behind him. “Hop in.”

Lucas nodded, “so where are we going?”

Eliott fucking winked. “You’ll see.”

They drove in silence. Well, it wasn’t complete silence because Eliott was blasting loud, extremely horrible music. Lucas wasn’t going to say anything, though, everyone liked what they liked, but he was pretty sure his ears were going to start bleeding at any moment.

They left town, driving down an empty road towards where only empty fields would fill his sight for kilometers. He glanced over at the confident man next to him, one hand on the wheel and knee bouncing up at down in rhythm with the music. This was how people got murdered, Lucas thought, which was funny because he was the last person who should be be nervous about getting murdered since he killed people for a living.

Technically, if he brought a knife, he could just stab Eliott right there. No one would notice. If he burnt the body, took the bones and set the car on fire, he’d be good to go.

It would be a waste, though, because Eliott looked hot. Leaning back against his seat, sunglasses on, hair in a mess and singing along to the few words his terrible music was producing; Lucas couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t understand how he went to the same school as this guy and never even saw him, or even knew this walking piece of art breathed the same, sweaty school air.

Eliott glanced at him and Lucas looked away. The beautiful sound of Eliott’s loud laugh filled the air and made his music sound even worse. What was even happening with him, why was he like this? Who was he?

What the hell was he doing to Lucas?

Eliott parked next to what looked like an empty barn, the first building they’d seen for a good fifteen minutes, but it was recently painted in a beautiful red color. Lucas thought he could hear the clinking of glass from inside. Eliott turned off the music and stepped out of the car without a word, and gestured Lucas towards the front of the building.

“What’s this place?”

“The best café in France”, Eliott said proudly.

A few cherry trees were randomly placed on the short side of the building, and outside the barn door, a big, white dog was lying. He lifted his head lazily when he saw them arriving, but made no effort to greet them more than a slow wag of his fluffy tail. Lucas loved dogs. Just the sight of the beautiful white giant made his heart skip a beat.

“That’s Maxie”, Eliott pointed, “he’s supposed to be guarding but he’s not very good at his job.”

“He’s adorable”, Lucas grinned, “hi, buddy.” He ran his fingers through the soft fur. The dog closed his eyes and huffed out a breath. “What breed is this?”

“Slovensky cuvac”, Eliott replied, “or something like that.”

Lucas was sure his eyes were shaped like hearts as he glanced up at Eliott. “Wow. Okay, what does this place got to offer?”

Eliott opened the big wooden door. Lucas threw a last glance around the beautiful landscape, the big, empty fields and the slim dirty road leading up to the bar, before entering.

The inside was just as impressive. Another big, white dog was sleeping under a weirdly placed chair just next to them as they stepped in, and in front of them, what looked like an old stable without horses, showed the way to another door. The walls were filled with old paintings of women in dresses and men in armor and surrounded by beautiful nature, and a few paintings of animals. He recognized racoons, cats, foxes and a few unidentified species, but they were cute either way.

Eliott pointed towards one of them. “I painted them.”

Lucas raised his brows, “really?”

The proud smile on his face told Lucas he was absolutely telling the truth. “Yep!”

“They’re good”, he said, nodding encouraging.

“You think so?” Eliott asked, his voice genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, absolutely!” Lucas agreed because it was the truth. He’d definitely buy one. “Maybe you can make me one.”

Eliott stopped mid step, watching at him closely. Lucas shifted, thinking he said something bad. “What?”

“Hedgehog”, Eliott said and laughed softly, “that’s what I’d make you.”

Lucas raised his brows. “I’m a hedgehog?”

Eliott huffed, “yes. I’ll paint you something and you’ll see. Now, come on!” He grabbed Lucas arm, wrapping his fingers around his wrist and ran down the old stable. Lucas felt like a disney princess, and he was absolutely loving it.

Behind he next door, a small, cute café opened up. With only five tables, Lucas realised this was probably only for the need-to-know-guests, and not just anyone. A third, big white dog of the same breed was lying under one the table, raising his head when they entered. He barked. A deep, loud sound.

To the left the counter was placed, different buns and creations were piled up to show off the different options to eat. Footsteps were heard, and a blonde head looked out through the door leading in to what Lucas guessed was the kitchen.

“Eliott!” the lady exclaimed happily and hurried around the counter to greet them. “It’s good to see you! Didn’t hear you come in, dogs didn’t react!”

“They like me now”, Eliott laughed and hugged her. “Lucas, this is Alison. Alison, this is Lucas.”

The blonde beauty, Alison, grinned at him with white teeth. She reached up and kissed his cheek “Hi! Nice to meet you. Are you the boyfriend?”

Lucas stared at her, stuttering out an embarrassing whiny sound. “Wha- no. No, I’m not- what? No.”

She laughed loudly, holding her hands up in defense. Eliott was grinning too. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. What can I get you?”

“Hot chocolate”, Lucas said dumbfoundedly.

“And two cheesecake, lemon. Please?” Eliott gestured towards the table for two closest to the big window the room. Lucas sat down without another word, which was probably for the best since he was incredibly talented in embarrassing himself.

Eliott filled a glass of water and followed him, sliding down on his chair and resting his face in his hands. God, what an actual angel sent from heaven, Lucas thought, how was he going to kill this guy? Just as the thought passed through his head, Eliott excused himself to the bathroom and left him alone. Lucas stared at the water glass in front of him.

Just slip the pills in. They’ll dissolve, no one will ever know and he’d be dead within 24 hours. Just put the pills in, get the money and forget about Eliott Demaury and his stupid, perfect smile and his soft hair he so badly wanted to run his fingers through.

Just slip the pills in the glass.

But Lucas couldn’t. He could only stare, stare for how many minutes it took for Eliott to come back in the room, give a half-hearted greeting and sit down again. Lucas continued to stare at the lost opportunity and did his best to ignore the growing lump in his throat.

“So”, Eliott smiled, bringing his attention back to reality, “tell me about yourself.”

[chuuyaaf]

Hi! Could you write a scenario of Kunikida, Chuuya, Atsushi, and Akutagawa being super jealous of their s/o and s/o has to reassure them that they're the only one(s) she loves? Thanks in advance!

Atsushi is a precious cinnamon roll and I need to protect him. 

(f/n) = friend’s name

Scenarios are under the cut because it’s super long again T_T

~Admin Kat

Kunikida:

“(f/n)!!!” You squealed, attacking your long time friend with a massive hug. “It’s been forever! How have you been?! Oh my god, it’s like my life isn’t the same without you.”

Your best friend had recently come to visit from your hometown and you were ecstatic. You haven’t seen him in ages and seeing him in front of you now made you nostalgic for the old days. He was staying in Yokohama for about a week, both for business and personal reasons.

“Personal reasons?” Kunikida, your boyfriend, peeked up from his computer.

(f/n) nodded, scratching the back of his head and smiling, shutting his eyes. “Yeah, I have some unfinished business to attend to.”

That was the first day that Kunikida noticed that something was up. Over the course of the next few days, (f/n) visited the agency daily, often sitting next to you and chatting while you worked.

“Can you even get any work done with your ‘friend’ visiting all the time?” he asked one day.

You giggled and nodded. “Of course~”

It didn’t take long before Kunikida came up with the conclusion that his personal business was you.

Every time he saw you with (f/n), his temper shortened and he immediately buried himself into his desk to work. He’d even create work so he’d have something to do just so he didn’t have to witness your interactions with your friend.

If he was married to his work before, now he and his work were one and the same. It was the only thing he did. One day, when Dazai was pulling another one of his infamous antics in an attempt to commit suicide and ate a hallucinogenic mushroom and was standing on the main desk, muttering nonsense about pink elephants, Kunikida just simply walked by him and sat down by his desk, working. That meant that the rest of the ADA had to deal with Dazai, which was about as chaotic as anyone would think.

You began to worry about your boyfriend. Not only was he burying himself in work during the day, he began to come home later than usual as well. Most of the time, you were already asleep by the time he got home. If you were awake, he barely said anything to you, which made your chest tighten with worry.

But you weren’t stupid. You knew something was up. So you decided to talk to him. Tonight.

You waited up for Kunikida to come home and when you finally saw him enter your bedroom, you immediately went up to him and gave him a long, affectionate hug followed by a gentle kiss.

“You seem tense,” you whispered to him.

“I’ve had a lot of work,” he replied shortly, although he did enjoy the sudden affection as soon as he arrived home.

“Are you sure? It’s not like the Agency has had an influx of cases, recently…If anything, I’d say you’re trying to avoid something.”

“Something like what?”

You pursed your lips together to the side in a little smirk. “Maybe…(f/n)-kun?”

Kunikida’s breath halted for a second and he felt his heart jump at his lover’s ability to read him (although one can’t really say that it’s that difficult).

“No way.” He attempted to walk past you, but you moved so you were in front of him once again.

“Kunikida-san~ How many times have I told you that you’re a really bad liar?”

“I’m not!! J-Jealous or anything…” he looked away from you, whispering the last half of the sentence.

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again.

“Don’t be. (f/n) is just a friend, that’s it. He just had to take care of his personal business.”

“And what was that?” he grumbled.

You giggled at your boyfriend’s jealousy. “He had a pretty bad fight with his sister and she left to here, so he’s trying to make up with her. I’ve been helping him track her down.”

Ah…That was the personal business…..

“Kunikida…”

He looked down at you, looking a bit more relaxed.

“You’re the only one in my heart. And you always will be. Promise.”

Chuuya: 

“My beautiful lady, would you care to commit a double suicide with me?”

Dazai Osamu took your hand and looked up at you with suggestive eyes.

You giggled and pulled your hand back. “Not quite, Dazai-kun~”

Overhearing Dazai’s proposal, your boyfriend stormed over.

“Tch. Your face was the last thing I wanted to see after working that job,” Chuuya grumbled, grabbing you by the waist, holding you tightly up against him, causing you to blush.

Dazai sighed and stood up. “You know, the building we raided had a collection of those weird hats. I even saved one for you!”

“Wait, really?” Chuuya’s eyes lit up like a puppy.

“I’m lying, of course.”

“DAZAI!”

For the past three days, you were on a mission with Dazai, himself. He no doubt picked you for the sole purpose of pissing off Chuuya. The entire time that you were gone, Chuuya was grumpy and had a shorter fuse than he ever had. Having you gone was bad. Having you alone with Dazai was hell itself. He even considered going on the mission itself just to make that bastard didn’t lay his hands on you. But the boss wouldn’t have liked that.

Your cheeks returned to their usual color upon witnessing Dazai and Chuuya’s typical, but comical fight. They were now yelling insults at each other back and forth and you swore your boyfriend would pop a vessel if this escalated any further.

You sighed loudly enough to get both of the boys attention. “Chuuuuuuyaaaa, I’m tired,” you whined. “Can we go home? I brought a gift for you.” You looked up at your boyfriend with a smirk.

And he knew exactly what your gift was. He pulled you closer to him and gave Dazai a death glare. “Sure, (y/n)-chan. Let’s go home and away from this bandage-kinked asshat.”

On the car ride home, Chuuya was holding you against him fiercely, but you felt how tense he was.

“You’re jealous,” you accused.

“What?! No, I’m not.”

“You. Are. Jealous.” You walked your fingers up his chest and poked him in the nose.

“Who knows what that asshole was saying to you?!” he finally confessed, earning a hearty laugh from you.

“I knew it~” you teased.

You moved yourself so that you were sitting on his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. You planted a passionate kiss onto his lips. “You have nothing to worry about,” you whispered. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you the entire time. I love you. Chuuya. You and only you.”

Chuuya looked into your eyes with a gentle gaze before a smirk appeared on his face.

“You better,” he said before roughly kissing you and turning so that you were now laid underneath him. “Maybe you can just give me that ‘gift’ now~”

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Atsushi:

You carried a stack of papers against your chest and walked next to your boyfriend, Atsushi. The two of you were assigned to an errand of delivering paperwork to some important organization. Since you were both new, neither of you really knew what importance the paperwork had. But you didn’t question it.

You two took the elevator up to the floor of the office you were expected at, which was on the fourth floor. The elevator stopped on the second and another boy walked in. He immediately noticed you and completely ignored Atsushi.

“Oh? And what’s your name, pretty lady~?” he said with a grin.

You blushed slightly and then extended your hand out. “(y/n)! And you?”

The boy stated his name, shaking your hand, holding on for a bit too long for Atsushi’s comfort. The two of you talked for a bit until the elevator arrived on the fourth floor.

“Oh!” you noticed once the doors opened. “I have to go now, it was nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you, too, (y/n)~” He waved with a pleasant smile before the doors closed again.

After you two dropped off the documents, you were back in the elevator. During the whole ride down, Atsushi didn’t say a single word. This continued until you two exited the building.

Atsushi was trapped within his own mind, again.

It’s my fault.

I’m not good enough.

I deserve this.

She’s going to leave.

She’s already planning to-

“Atsushi-kun.”

He got ripped out of his thoughts.

“You’re making that face again.”

“?”

You smiled at him. “You always make that face when something’s bothering you. And when something bothers you, you tend to blame yourself for it.”

You stopped walking and pulled on his hand to get him to stop, too. You leaned into him and gave him a gentle kiss, smiling at his slightly pink cheeks.

“You don’t have to be jealous, love. I know you always think of yourself as the one who gets abandoned…Do you remember the promise I made you when we first started dating?”

Atsushi smiled at the thought and pulled you in.

“I won’t ever leave you. I promise. You’re the only one in my heart.”

Akutagawa:

When you weren't off doing missions for the mafia, you were at the local bar. You were usually with the girls or with coworkers from a recent mission, but tonight you were alone.

Unfortunately, considering the type of bar that this was, that wasn't the case for long.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

You had to stifle your laughter at the random guy's cheesy pick-up line.

"Really? That the best you got?" you teased before taking another sip of your drink.

"It got your attention, right?" he said with a grin. "You're one of the higher-ups, right?"

You gave him a weird look. "Not really, I just work with the executives a lot because of my-"

"I was wondering what a pretty lady like you is doing in the Port Mafia~"

"...boyfriend," you mumbled the last part, irritated that you were interrupted.

"(y/n), who's this?" a familiar voice spoke from behind you.

"Ryuu~" you looked back at Akutagawa and smiled. You turned back to the stranger that was hitting on you. "I don't know, some random guy that decided to talk to me. Anyway, I was telling him that I work with the executives a lot because of my boyfriend," you made sure to emphasize the last word this time.

With that information and the glare that Akutagawa was giving him, the guy hitting on you immediately paled. "OH, I'm sorry, Akutagawa-san!"

He quickly left, nearly pissing himself in fear.

You smirked at his reaction and turned back to your boyfriend. "What brings you here, Ryuu?"

He shrugged, still eyeing the guy, who was now hiding in one of the corner booths. "Figured you'd be here."

You followed his gaze and chuckled. "Why are you still staring at him?"

"He's dangerous, (y/n)."

You eyed your boyfriend with a raised brow. "Really...That low-ranked member who can barely steal something from a convenience store without confessing...is dangerous...?"

Akutagawa lost his composure for a split second, knowing that his efforts to keep him away fell through. "..........Yes."

"Oh~?" you smirked at him, smiling while biting your bottom lip. "Are you jealous~?"

"!!!" Akutagawa reacted in shock, accidentally knocking over an empty bottle. He straightened himself up and sighed. "Of course not, I would never be."

You grinned and poked at him. "Yes. You. Are."

He grumbled and turned to the side to hide his slightly pink cheeks.

"Don't be, love~" You stood and hugged him from the side, kissing him on the cheek, which made him even more flustered.

He's so cute.

"You're the only one I love, I promise~"