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Vampire Geto Suguru

A/N: Ok so this entire writing makes zero sense because it sounds like i'm making this a short story, but I realized like halfway through that there is no way for me to finish this unless it becomes a short story and I felt every single patient bone in my body disappear at the realization. So...it's gonna sound unfinished. But if you ask questions about Vampire Suguru x Half-Vampire Reader, I will answer questions. I want to answer all possible questions that can't be answered in this 'supposed-to-be-a-short-story.' Cuz it has amazing potential that my hands can't fulfill.

Suguru almost has everything he's ever wanted. Power. Local fame. And control over the city he could call his. His followers, devotees, were nothing but scum on the bottom of his shoe that he could scrape off anytime he wanted. In the heart of Tokyo, he owns a corporate building meant to attract wealthy families in hopes of healing them of their pains and sins. Almost like what a place of worship would be.

Near-wealthy men and women sit in the largest room the floor below the top floor, meant to sit there in honor of Geto blessing their eyes with his presence. He is all they need and nothing more. He often convinces the people who make an appointment with him that it's the same thing for them, as well. But he's good at manipulating.

Filthy rich men and women, sometimes entire families, come crawling to him to fix family problems, their perverted minds, their souls, their bodies, in hopes they'd be pure at the end of the night. Instead, they become his next meal. Peasant human blood tastes a little too rotten for his liking. So, he sticks to the next best thing. The poor should be thanking him for taking the load for them.

The only problem was that nowhere in Japan was there vampires. At least, not anyone past his bloodline. But he already erased them entirely. Human women reek of selfish desires, tainted iron in their blood, and sex. It's so clear what they want and he can never get past the smell. So, as far as the seas go, he's never seen someone he could busy his mind with for the next couple thousand of years. If not, eternity. But who knows how long his patience will last until then...?

His nose was guiding him somewhere, currently.

His feet following the invisible trail of the scent. The smell he's only picked up back when his bloodline was still alive. When they were in their prime. When they were farthest from their human counterparts. There's no way he could find what he's thinking of, right?

His nose led him into a small grocery store. Somewhere around the alleyways and crooked backstreets in between the tall buildings in Tokyo at 2 in the morning. Only his kind would be out at this time of night.

He walks in, the fluorescent light accentuating his pale skin and muscular figure. His black hair and clothing makes him stick out in the midst of the colorful food choices surrounding him. And in between the different smells of fresh ripe fruit and disinfectant chemicals, he could catch the natural musk of another him.

Another him.

Another vampire.

He ignores the cashier asking if he needed help and nearly speed-walked through one of the aisles, the scent only getting stronger. He grows more determined and turns the corner only to run into a shorter girl, dressed in black like he was. You both make eye contact.

You two share a very silent and quick understanding of who was in front of who. And who was what.

"Excuse me," You mutter.

You attempt to side-step him and ignore him like nothing ever happened, and he mirrors your movement, effectively blocking you.

You look back up at him, your eyes more piercing than the first time you made eye contact. He could see the color difference the moment you moved to look up at him. Now that he was close enough, he could also smell your irritation. You're not dead.....you're half-human. No wonder.

He clenches his jaw. He knows himself enough to understand that he wouldn't even consider letting you go, knowing he just found the first non-relative vampire in Japan since- he doesn't even know how long. Black coat, a neat white turtleneck and skirt underneath the coat. Leggings, socks, and shoes follow the black and white pattern. Original skin color being paler than usual. Somewhat of muscle definition hidden. He was scaring you. He can smell it. And your fangs are beginning to poke out. And can he hear you growling at him?

He finds himself smiling, pleased with how his night was now going. "I apologize for bumping into you. Please, allow me to pay for your-" You shoulder him hard enough to almost knock him into the stand of chips behind him. No one's showed him that amount of strength in a while. He follows close behind you, not letting the moment phase him.

You place your things on the front desk, and the cashier matches your pace, scared of the, now two, taller figures watching him do his job. Both you and Geto seemed to tower over him from across the counter, eyes unfaltering in their predatory stare. You just want to get the hell out of the store and Geto....he just doesn't like the guy. He squeaks out the total, and before you could dig in your purse fast enough to grab your wallet, Geto places his card on the counter. You don't even bother to turn around and just wait silently for the cashier to finish up. When the transaction is over, Geto moves to grab his card again and you're already halfway out the door, things in hand.

You don't look back, hoping he would finally stop pursuing you. Once you turn the corner, Geto's already there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. You let out a nasty hiss, nearly snarling at him and he raises his hands up. "I know. I'm not here to hurt you. I just...wanted to introduce myself." "I don't need your introduction. I know pretty clearly who you are. And what you are. Leave me the hell alone."

Geto's face dropped slightly when you tried to brush him off again and turned the other way with your groceries in hand. Once again, he's reminded of centuries of loneliness and his hand is already grabbing your arm. "Wait." You grunt in annoyance and slight fear. His man was a full vampire. You moved to Japan to avoid any kind of vampires. You wanted silence in your life from all kinds of people that would be after you to court you and kill you just because you're a half-breed. And the one time you thought you could finally have silence, there's a rich and powerful man in Japan who's almost like a Monk who can solve all problems of the modern man. And he's acting as if he's one of them, but turns out to be a pure blood. You didn't care if he told you sweet words.

You didn't want to die.

"Aren't you lonely? Being the only vampire in the city? I just want a companion. Someone who's like me. I don't want to sound desperate, but you're the only vampire I've meet in Japan in ages. Is friendship too much to ask for?"

You turn around, thankful for him letting go of you. "I left my hometown to escape all of the vampires coming after me. You being here is the only issue I have in Japan. Everything else is a blessing to come across. As much as I would like to help someone in need, all I want is to be alone."

Suguru wish he cared about your past as much as he cared for his own mental sanity.

For a half-blood, you were stronger than you let on. Getting you into the, very well decorated and furnished, basement was a hassle. You gave him a few nasty scars and ruined his shirt. But once you were thrown back through the heavy doors for the 4th time, you finally settled with the realization that you can't get past this man. Your ear piercing screams and bites turned into whimpers and cries as you attempted to comfort yourself in the corner of the cold room.

He felt bad. He didn't want you to be so...scared of him. But there's no other way for you to accept him. You tired yourself out and even broke one of your nails(it was already almost fully back) trying to escape.

Suguru sighed, discarding his tattered shirt. "I'm sorry things had to be this way. I do wish we can get along a little better when the time comes. But for now, it's just going to have to be like this." He sits on his old couch and sighs when one of his servants comes in with a pouch of blood. You watch her eye your captor down before smiling at him with the blood on a serving tray. "Good evening, Master-" Her voice obviously pitched to try and please him, when it did the exact opposite. You snarl and before she can finish her sentence, you tackle her to the ground, landing on the opposite side of the room.

She screams bloody murder as your nails dig into her skin, your mouth reaching for the crevice. She's never seen another one of you. Another vampire. She thought her master was the only one in the world, the only one meant to be considered and known. But here you were, ruining her ideologies. Killing her with your selfish nature. She wishes she could hurt you back, but you were bigger, stronger, and would haunt her in her worst nightmares in ways only Suguru said he could. You were everything he said he was. And she hated it.

Not like it mattered when your teeth breached her skin, sucking her unworthy blood for all she's known for. You groan at the taste of good blood for the first time in over 100 years. You stopped drinking blood back at home when you knew it'd get you nowhere, trying to hide. But you had a reason now. You had to leave this place.

Each swallow of warm iron made you feel brand new. You felt lighter. You felt energized. You felt angry that you stopped for so long. How stupid were you to give up something so good? Your outfit started to feel too tight. You were growing back to your natural height.

Suguru got up, watching you tear into his servant. He got a whiff of your scent once more, it was more potent, almost entirely different. He almost felt ashamed being turned on by it, but this is exactly what he wanted. Someone to indulge his fantasies in. You were perfect for him.

When you finished, you detached yourself from the girl's neck and stared at the dehydrated corpse underneath you. Suguru's voice was enhanced now that your hearing is back to how it's supposed to be. "I'll have someone discard the body." You ripped off the tight shoes on your feet and stood, meeting his eyes. You were a probably a couple of inches shorter than him. Definitely taller than you used to be.

"Let me go." You watched his eyes trail to your lips covered in blood and wanted to swipe him so bad. But you knew he was still stronger than you, even at full strength. You can smell it. (You would never admit he smelled so good.) Suguru smiles at your words. "I can't, Princess."

You step closer, almost attempting to size him up. "At least let me shower. Are you gonna neglect me of that, too?" "Only if I can't have the honors of doing it myself." You scoff, shouldering him on your way to the couch. He actually rubs his shoulder in pain this time. "If I let you bathe, you have to promise me that you won't try to escape. My home can only take so much damage." Suguru realizes he likes teasing you. "I'll let you prove yourself to me this one time. I hate that human scent lingering on you."

"I'm a half-breed." "You know that's different." You sigh this time, rubbing your face.

It's gonna be a while before you find a way to escape this lunatic.

[thelov3lybookworm]

What if yn(Azriel's mate) decided with the girls to do the 'same shirt prank on boyfriend' on their mates!!!!

My brother.

Summary: Y/n and her friends decide to do a little harmless prank on their mates.

A/n: thank you for this ask anon, I love it soo much. Its too cute 🥹❣️

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Y/n hummed a little tune she had heard playing last night along the Sidra as she waited for her mate to be done showering.

She was sprawled across the huge bed, trying not to show any signs of anticipation for the dinner date with her family.

The previous day, Y/n, Nesta and Feyre had a girls day, where they did nothing but go shopping around Velaris and eat at their favourite restaurants, gossiping.

They were in a clothing store, looking at shirts for their husbands so they could steal it later when Nesta suddenly turned to them, a huge evil smirk on her face.

Y/n knew nothing good came after that smirk, but when Nesta whispered her plan to them in hushed tones, Y/n thought it was the best thing she had ever heard in her whole five hundred years of existence.

So here she was, waiting for her mate to come out of the bath, the shirt she had bought displayed next to her.

She was about to stomp in there and ask her husband what was taking him so long when he stepped out. Finally.

A towel hung dangerously low on his hips as water ran down the divots and indentations on his chiselled body, disappearing into the towel.

"Oh thank the cauldron. I thought I'd age a century before you decided to grace me with your presence." She mumbled, eyeing him.

Azriel chuckled, walking towards the closet. "It wasn't that long–"

"Yes it was. Whatever." She panicked when she saw him starting to rummage in the closet for a shirt. "Hey Az! I bought a shirt for you yesterday. Look."

Her mate glanced at her, his eyebrows nearly dissapearing in his hair as he took in the shirt she held up.

It was... colourful. And ridiculous, if she was to say. Totally not something the dark and scary spymaster would wear. But it had been Feyre's idea to make the men wear something that they wouldn't normally wear, and Nesta had settled on the one filled with flowers and butterflies and what not. There were so many things it was hard to decipher what the patterns were.

It would probably give her husband a headache.

"Are you sure you got that for me?" He asked, walking towards her and picking up the shirt.

"Yes." She climbed off the bed and gave him the look that always had him agreeing to whatever she said. "Wear this today. Please."

He sighed. And she knew he wouldn't say no. So she grinned and kissed his cheek, throwing her arms around his neck. "I love you!"

"I love you too. But–" He put up a finger. "I will only wear this for today. Understand?"

She nodded happily. He sighed and stared at the cloth in his hands helplessly. He nodded, as if convincing himself before getting ready.

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Azriel was almost fully covered by his shadows, making him near impossible to spot in the darkness as the two of them walked to the spot the inner circle had picked for the night.

Y/n grinned, bumping into her husband's shoulder, who sighed, probably for the hundredth time that day.

They had reached the restaurant, and were just searching for the booth where the inner circle was gathered when Y/n found Nesta, grinning at her from a seat in the back.

Y/n suppressed her smile as she pointed the place out to Azriel. He nodded, walking towards it. When they were close enough to see everyone, Azriel smiled before he came to a complete standstill. Even his shadows were frozen.

All of the inner circle was present, except Cassian.

Y/n raised her brows at Nesta, who inclined her head towards the wash rooms a little distance away. As soon as Y/n turned to look, Cassian stepped out, completely oblivious to the scene going on in the booth, muttering something to himself as he pulled at the shirt he was wearing. When he lifted his eyes, his jaw dropped.

He stared at Azriel, then to the High Lord who was frozen midsentence. Azriel glanced at the General, then back to Rhysand.

Then he finally turned to his mate, his eyes accusatory.

Before he could say anything though, Cassian burst into laughter, throwing an arm around Azriel's neck and dragging him the rest of the way. Rhys just smiled, shaking his head.

"How did you not see each other before?"

"I sent Cassian to the washroom saying that he had worn the shirt the wrong way. He obliged. That's when Feyre and Rhys arrived." Nesta informed Y/n.

"We wanted them to react at the same time, so I told Nesta when we were near." Feyre laughed.

"I hate you all." Azriel grumbled. Y/n laughed at her mate, his brooding expression like that of a child who was denied a new toy.

"Oh come on Az. I say we should do this more often. Maybe we should match everyday with shirts like these." Cassian mused, wiggling his brows.

Azriel looked horrified while Rhys just shook his head, grinning.

"That could be a great idea." Rhys said, glancing at Azriel with a mischievous smile.

"Not you too." Az groaned, his head thrown back. The other illyrians and the rest of the inner circle laughed at his plight.

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The Illyrians were drunk. So. Damn. Drunk.

Atleast, Cassian and Rhys were. Azriel had drank the liquor too but not as much as his brothers. Or maybe he just had high alcohol tolerance.

And Y/n couldn't hold in her laughter. Neither could Nesta and Feyre.

A few paces ahead were their mates, drawing the stares of strangers and a few smiles.

Azriel walked beside his two brothers, shaking his head half the time, face-palming the other, pretending to not know the men he was matching outfits with.

And Rhys and Cassian?

Oh, those males had their arms around each other, loudly singing a bawdy song they had heard some time ago in a tavern about some Big titty Liddy, stumbling through Velaris.

The group was supposed to be at home. But they had decided to take the 'scenic route', according to Cassian and Rhys.

So here they were, following the two of them through Velaris as they made their way through bewildered crowds, occasionally bellowing a hi, hello or hello how are you doing to random strangers.

Azriel kept glancing back to the females who wouldn't stop giggling with accusing eyes, before going back to stopping his brothers from bumping into strangers.

As they neared the River house, Cassian and Rhysand suddenly pulled apart, gasping and sputtering.

"You and I are wearing the same shirt!" Rhys screeched, pointing a finger at Cassian's chest

"WE ARE!" Cassian swung his head to a tired Azriel, pointing. "HE IS ALSO WEARING THE SAME SHIRT! OH MOTHER!"

"Can you two stop? People are staring." Azriel muttered, trying to usher the two Illyrians inside the house, to no avail.

"Is it because we are brothers?" Rhys questioned, ignoring Azriel's desperate attempts.

"OH! YES! IT'S BECAUSE WE ARE BROTHERS!" Cassian slurred, taking to his knees as a tear escaped his eyes.

"Oh my brother! Where have you been all these years!? I looked for you everywhere!" Rhys fell to his knees beside Cassian, pulling him in for a hug.

Azriel sighed heavily, turning to the females for help. He looked so desperate, Y/n couldn't help but pity him.

Then, in the span of a blink, the two men were up, throwing punches at each other.

Feyre and Nesta finally stepped in and pulled the two apart.

"Don't fight! Aren't you brothers?" Feyre said, speaking slowly and gently as if she was speaking to a petulant child.

"We are, but he copied me! I wore it first and he copied me!" Rhys whined, burying his face in his mate's neck. Feyre nodded empathetically.

"No! He copied me!" Cassian complained to Nesta, who just laughed at the whining.

"If you have satisfied your sadistic wishes, can we go home?" Azriel glared at Y/n, who grinned sheepishly.

She turned to her friends, waving. "Take care of your children. I'll take mine home."

"You are lucky." Nesta sighed as she looked at her mate, who now clung to her dress.

Y/n laughed. Cassian started crying about how Nesta didn't love him anymore when Azriel winnowed his mate away.

As soon as they were in the confines of their home, Azriel practically ripped the shirt off of him. Groaning, he ran his hands through his hair.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him, feeling guilty that he was forced to do this. But she didn't regret it. She would never regret it.

"Don't talk to me." Azriel grumbled, trying to free himself from her clutches.

She pressed in closer. "I'm sorry, my love. But c'mon, that was fun."

"Do you know how stressed I was? I swear, at one point I was ready to throw myself into the Sidra and join the rocks at the bottom just to get away from them. I can't belive I call them my brothers."

Y/n laughed, walking around him and rising to her tiptoes to kiss her mate.

"How can I make it up to you?"

His eyes glittered as he raked his gaze over her figure.

"I can think of a few ideas." He said, leaning in close.

"No Azzie. You stink right now."

He frowned, and he looked so adorable it took all of Y/n's willpower not to tackle him into a kiss.

"But we can talk about those ideas in the morning... right now we can cuddle?"

His face lit up and he nodded happily, picking her up and walking up into the bedroom.

It would be safe to say they weren't patient enough to wait to talk about those ideas in the morning

She wasn't patient enough.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless

[iovevrse]

broken clocks, p. bueckers pt. 2

part one

pairings: paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis: when you met paige, you thought the two of you would have one of those cheesy high school love stories that lasted for years. you were wrong.

cw: uconn paige, underage drinking, mens player..

When you got to UConn, you knew that you had to leave all of your high school mess behind. It was a fresh start, and all you could do was repeatedly tell yourself that everything would be different. In order to make sure that you could have a successful first semester, you made sure to set some ground rules for yourself. You figured it was the only way you could protect your peace. Number one on the list was to stay away from basketball. So were the other two, but in different variations, and lastly, at number four, was to get out more. You knew coming to college meant it would be easier to self-isolate, so you wanted to tell yourself to do the opposite. 

Nonetheless, when you moved into your dorm, you'd noticed your roommate had already moved in. "Hey, Alexa, right?" You asked, trying your best to push yourself out of your comfort zone. The idea of meeting a stranger and then living with them for the whole year hadn't been exactly pleasing. "Yeah, that's me," She says with a smile before engulfing me in a hug, "It's nice to meet you." You just smile in response and, after a few seconds, break away from the hug. It was apparent that your roommate would be the least of your worries. At least for now, she came off as welcoming and, thankfully, really clean. 

You spent a few hours talking with Alexa as you decorated your room in the apartment-style dorm. When you finished your room, it was almost exactly how you'd planned for it to be. Fluffy white sheets, with a few old stuffed animals on the bed, mostly R&B posters all across the walls, as well as some LED lights that Alexa helped you put up. You just needed to get a few more things from the store to finish off the room. Despite this, you called it a day and layed down on your bed, tired from the move-in day stress. Alexa asked if she could sit next to you, and you nodded in confirmation. "So," Alexa started, and you could tell she had an idea to tell, "There's this bar that everyone keeps telling me about, and I think we should go!" She says excitedly.

"Really, Alexa?" You question sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You said you wanted to get out more, but you didn't mean that you wanted to do it on your first night on campus. "It'll be fun. Please?" Alexa begged, pouting dramatically. "Fine." You agreed, and Alexa immediately jumped up from the bed excitedly. "Be ready in like.." Alex started, clearly experiencing a burst of energy as she talked faster and checked her phone for the time, "An hour."   

"Alexa? An hour?" You fussed, looking at the girl with furrowed eyebrows before she nodded, smiling, and rushed out of your room, presumably to her own, to get ready. Your phone lit up with a text message from Alexa that told you to dress casually, so you did. You took a quick shower, styled your hair, did your makeup, and now you were stuck looking at the boxes of clothes you had yet to unpack that sat stacked up on the floor near your empty closet. You settled for a white T-shirt with some blue jean shorts and black and red Jordans. Once you were done getting ready, you waited in the, for now, undecorated shared living room for Alexa, and about fifteen minutes later, she was also ready. It was now around eight o'clock, and the two of you called an Uber that took an absurd amount of time, and soon enough, you were entering Ted's Bar and Restaurant. Formerly known by anyone else as just "Ted's." The first thing you noticed was the smell. You figured that all bars probably smelled anyway, so you brushed it off and followed behind your taller roommate as she navigated through the dimly lit bar, looking for her friends. Once she found them, she greeted them with handshakes and hugs before stepping aside and revealing you. "This is my new roomie," Alexa exclaimed excitedly, "She's nice, so don't be dickheads, cool?" She said sarcastically to her friends. 

You examined her friend group, consisting of three guys and two other girls. One of the guys was familiar-looking and abnormally tall. It didn't take long for you to realize he was so familiar because he was on the men's basketball team. Already, you had broken your first rule. Stay away from basketball. Still, you greeted all of Alexa's friends, who were all welcoming, immediately bringing you in on their conversation. Apparently, before you and Alexa showed up, the group had been in a heated debate about which pop tarts are better. Alexa excused herself to get the two of you drinks, and soon, you found yourself talking to the abnormally tall guy whose name you'd come to learn was Jayden. 

The two of you made small talk before a familiar voice echoed in the distance.

 "Jay! What's good?" You heard the voice exclaim, nearing closer, and before you knew it, they were standing right in front of the two of you. "Paige?" You muttered softly, a hundred different emotions running across your mind simultaneously. The imaginary spinning wheel in your head had landed on anger as its chosen emotion because you couldn't help but feel as though you wanted to slap the tall blonde girl in front of you. It'd looked as if Paige had seen a ghost as she just stood there surprised to see you. Instead of acting on that anger, you push past Paige and the other people in the bar as you make your way to the exit. "You guys know each other?" Jayden questioned, confused by the awkward interaction. Paige sighed and looked at him apologetically before, unbeknownst to you, following you outside.

[dumpster-divers-unite]

There is so much more waste out there then your brain can imagine.

That’s a fact. There is SO MUCH waste out there just in clothing alone. After it’s been ‘consumed’, we think to donate it to give it another life. When that happens to literally millions of items, the chance of what was formally your stuff getting that well deserved second chance is diminished significantly.

I’m going to give you guys a tiny behind the scenes on a warehouse I’ve partially toured yesterday for a job. It was at a goodwill location with a bin style layout for second hand consumers. The crowd of people there were of all ages and backgrounds. The moment one of the workers put a fresh bin out, they swarmed it to pick through it like a horde of zombies.

The warehouse portion of the store was as huge as your mind could think of in terms of ‘large spaces’ but bigger. I had to follow one of the associates to the offices to interview, and I slowed to look at the literal HUNDREDS of gaylords stacked in 2’s in the middle of the storage space. Every single gaylord was stuffed with clothing. If you don’t know, a Gaylord is a really big foldable cardboard box that bulk stuff like produce get shipped in. It didn’t even hit me that all of them were packed to the brim with clothing until I rounded one of the corners to see the other side of the gaylord wall, were I saw the clothing bales. Visually, it was an assault to the eyes; there was so much to see but you couldn’t just stop to gawk at it all. As I walked through, I couldn’t help but to think of how much that all must have costed first hand. How much is a normal long sleeve t shirt, $25+? Multiply it by 10,000+ in every color of the rainbow, every mix, every match, every style, and without repeating your outfits. In long sleeve shirts alone, that’s a staggering $250k. Jeans and denims are popular right now and are flooding first hand brands and trickling their way to thrifts/second hands. According to my fast research online, both men’s and women’s brand new store brand are selling for upwards of $156 on average. Ask yourself, “how many pairs of jeans do I see at my favorite thrift stores? How many racks of jeans are available second hand right now?” and see if you can come up with a number. Sense denim jeans are so common, I could reasonably use the same 10k number for the estimated amount of jeans that are in that warehouse right now and say with some level of confidence that there are at least $1,560,000 in new/like new garments hidden beneath the rest of the unwanted clothing. The numbers, on all sides, were staggering and sickening to think about. If people took the time and effort to do so, I promise you they could have stacked all of the items (both folded and unfolded) to the ceiling.

Backing away now from those dizzying numbers; coming out from the warehouse portion and back to the bins, I was near breathless. ‘Breathtaking in a queasy way’ is my best way of conveying my experience with facing, head on, how much people are consuming and discarding. I can say with absolute confidence and certainty that everything you’re seeing and reading online about the waste/pollution problem in the clothing world is true. This is one of those issues that you can only really display online to get your point across sadly, and that might take away some of the reality of the problem. The rampant message to consume more and more of the clothing that these big brand stores are offering at every opportunity they have is one issue in a sea of many, but we can start to solve it ourselves. The power to do so is in our own hands sense this is a social issue that we have to tackle together. This isn’t an issue that a government can give an answer or a set of answers for.

I encourage you to take the deep dive into your wardrobe when you have time to pick out what you’re wearing and not. Ask yourself, “What makes me wear this? What makes this shirt worth keeping? What element of this style of garment do I like, and why do I like it? Why am I keeping this if I haven’t thought about or touched this item in the past 6 months to a year?” And see what your answers are. Separate your worn from your unworn and see what can reasonably be recycled or repurposed at home before it goes to the thrift.

Be passionate about preventing waste. Maybe one day, we won’t have to worry about the mountains of clothing and items stuck in warehouses and in dumps. For now, take it slow.

[eekshade]

Cliché

Bucky Barnes x m!reader

Word Count: 1353

Warnings/Info: very cheesy!!, Bucky paid in advance, I wrote this while tired so it's not the best, this isn’t a au; Bucky just needed a job because hero business doesn’t pay well, very brief mentions to y/n having bad past relationships

Part One

It has been around a week since Bucky and y/n had first met, the two talked briefly through text, before Bucky asked y/n out for their first date. Bucky has now found himself standing in a small flower shop near y/n’s place unable to choose what kind of flowers to get for him. After a few minutes of an internal debate he finally settled on a warmly colored bouquet with a mixed variety of flowers (favoring carnations and baby’s breath), he left the store with enough time to enjoy his walk and properly plan what he was going to say.

Bucky arrived at y/n’s door a few minutes early giving him time to stress, he hadn’t really thought about how nervous he was until he had to actually knock on the door. Deciding to just get it over with, he raised his right arm and softly hit the door three times. Less than a moment had passed before the door swung open to reveal y/n in all of his glory, dressed in casual clothing but in a way one could tell he was done up; a smile across his face, that only grew at the sight of the flowers.

“Hi.” Bucky greeted with a smile, as he handed the other man the blossom.

“Hey.” Y/n replied as he quickly, but ever so gently took the flowers from Bucky and brought them into his home gesturing Bucky to follow. Bucky watched as y/n put a drain stopper into the sink, filling it up slightly as a way to turn it into a makeshift vase.

“You ready?” Y/n asked, as he for the second time, looked Bucky up and down.

“Yeah.” Bucky replied as he led the way toward the door.

The walk was fairly fast because the restaurant was only a few blocks from y/n’s house, it was a cute, small place, it was dimly lit, almost a cross between a bar and a cafe. Bucky’s nerves were going mad as he watched y/n for his reaction; his heart only beating faster when he saw the smile etched onto the younger's face. The waiter came over to sit them at a two person table near a window.

“I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.” Y/n commented as Bucky pulled his chair out for him.

“Oh how polite of you!” Y/n dramatically swooned with a hand over his forehead, as he sat.

“I try, I try.” Bucky joked back, he walked over to his chair after he pushed y/n in.

Both men laugh as they look down at their respective menus, they quietly decide what they both want to order. Y/n put his menu down, to find Bucky quietly staring at him. Before Bucky could get embarrassed by it y/n started to talk.

“Well Bucky, you already know quite a bit about me, I feel it's only right you level it out.” Y/n emphasized this by gently nudging Bucky’s foot with his own.

“What do you wanna know?” Bucky responded with a shy smile, he wanted to be able to bond but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into the thick of it yet.

“How about we start with what you do for work.” Y/n softly questioned.

“I do a lot of random freelancing, mostly manual labor, sometimes for the government, but that’s kind of rare.” Bucky responded truthfully, trying to not lie, while not really telling the whole truth; at least not yet.

“You like it?”

“It’s not fun by any means but it gets me by, not that I’m complaining.” Bucky added the last part hastily.

“Oh no no no, I definitely get that.” Y/n replied with widened eyes and a smirk.

The waiter walks up to the table to give them both water and to take their orders. Y/n ordered first, then Bucky, the waiter scribbling them both down onto his pocket notepad. The two men fall into a comfortable rhythm of y/n (remembering that Bucky said he prefers to have others lead the conservation) asking Bucky questions about his life and for his opinions of current events, which Bucky was mostly confused by, seeing as he didn’t really pay attention to pop culture.

They finished their meals and the waiter asked if either of them wanted a box, they both declined, after the waiter walked away Bucky asked y/n if he’s ready to leave.

“We haven’t paid the bill yet.” Y/n laughed in response.

“I already got that, don’t you worry.” Bucky replied while he stood and started walking over to y/n.

“Awe, thank you but you know you didn’t have to.” Y/n half heartedly scolded him.

“Of course I did?” Bucky became confused when he saw y/n’s amused expression, “I asked you out, so I paid. It’s common decency.” He added.

“Huh.” Y/n offhandedly shrugged while he stood from the chair Bucky had just pulled out for him.

“What.”

“Nothing, nothing, I’m just not used to that I suppose.” Y/n and Bucky were now leisurely walking out of the restaurant.

Bucky tilts his head and smiles warmly, “I think you have just been hangin’ around the wrong people.” Y/n laughs to show his agreement.

Bucky walks y/n back to his place, making some brief small talk during it but mostly remaining in a comfortable silence. Bucky walks y/n up to his door and they stop in front of it.

“I don’t know about you, but I had a really good time.” Bucky states in a jokingly over the top tone.

“Yeah me too,” Y/n unlocks his door but doesn’t open it, instead choosing to lean his back against the frame of the door, looking at Bucky who stood two feet away at best. “Thank you really for dinner, even though I was more than willing to help pay.” Y/n added on in an accusatory tone.

“You’re too pretty to be worrying about all of that doll.” Bucky replied as he took a step forward, a smirk that was displayed on his face quickly grew into a smile after seeing y/n’s face at the pet name.

“Doll, huh?” Y/n responded as coolly as he possibly could.

“Yeah, do you not like it?” The question was not necessary as both parties already knew the answer.

“No, no,” y/n paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, “It’s cute.”

“Good, that’s kind of what I was going for.” Bucky replied evenly and y/n could have sworn he saw him wink.

The two men both stood still, as they stared quietly at each other. Bucky was the first to move as he slowly took another step toward the younger man. Y/n pushed himself off of the door frame now breaking away from Bucky’s eyes to look at his slightly chapped lips. Bucky softly grabbed y/n’s jaw with one hand and his neck with the other, pulling him into an even softer kiss. It lasted less than a few seconds, Bucky pulling away in order to gauge y/n’s reaction. Y/n breathed out a small noise of disappointment before laughing awkwardly; a laugh so quiet that Bucky could barely hear it despite being only inches away from the other male. Bucky, now sure that what he was doing was alright with y/n he kissed him again this time showing a bit more confidence, while still keeping the softness of it all. The pair only stopped for the sake of breathing, Bucky deciding he didn’t want to do too much on day one, was the first to back up.

“See you soon?” Bucky’s voice was quiet and full of hope.

“Of course.” Y/n responded in the same demeanor, unable to hide his lovesick smile.

“Bye, doll.” Bucky leaned forward and gave y/n a quick kiss on his temple before turning and walking away from the door, y/n watched for a small moment before finally going back into his own home.

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Teach Me

You take Ghost to shopping on your upcoming birthday and ended up buying firearms.

We pulled over near the salon.

"I won't take long," I told Simon.

"Ok," he said as he waited in the car.

I was excited about my big day, so I went inside the salon to get pampered.

Two hours had passed and I was still inside when he opened the door of the salon. All the ladies were in shock to see him.

"Bloody Hell!" He muttered as he caught the sight of women looking at him.

I was paying the bill and was just about to exit when I ran to him.

"Simon, please not here," I told him, urging him to go outside.

"Calm down, he's just my boyfriend," I announced, taking my credit card back and finishing up.

"What took you so long, Nora?" Simon asked, his voice tinged with frustration, muffled by the balaclava he was wearing.

"You know how it is with ladies' things. We take our time," I replied, trying to keep my tone light and cheerful.

He sighed. "Where are we going now?"

"To the mall," I said with a smile, hoping to lift his spirits. "I have a few more errands to run, and then we can grab something to eat."

He nodded, and we made our way back to the car, ready to continue our day.

We entered the mall, and almost immediately, the security guards stopped Simon to question him about his tactical vest and the berretta resting on his chest in its holster.

He calmly showed them his special services card. After a moment of scrutiny, they nodded and let him in.

I could see the curiosity in their eyes, but they didn't ask any further questions. We proceeded into the bustling mall.

"I only came here with you. I usually don't go to malls," Simon said, his tone flat.

"At least you came," I replied with a smile.

As we moved from store to store, I told him to wait outside whenever I entered. He seemed uninterested, standing quietly and looking around aimlessly.

Eventually, I stopped by a shop that had men's clothes and pulled him in. "Hey Simon! Let's check it out. Come inside, please," I requested.

He didn't say anything and followed me inside. The shop was filled with men's clothes of various styles and colors.

"What colors do you wear?" I asked, looking through the racks.

"Black, grey, etc. But why' y ask eh?" he responded, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Without hesitating, I started pulling out black, grey, hoodies and sweatpants, handing them over to him. I knew his size so well.

"What are you doing? I already have many," Simon said, trying to put them back on the rack.

"Don't worry. I'll keep them here for you so whenever you visit, you won't have to bring so many clothes along," I insisted.

"Please don't do this," he requested, his voice softening.

"SSh!" I hushed him, determined to make things easier for him.

"If you're not complying, go sit outside. Let me get what I want," I said firmly, sending him out of the shop.

Once he was gone, I started picking out colors I wanted to see him wearing and bought as many clothes as I liked. It was fun imagining him in different outfits.

When I finally emerged with several bags in hand, he facepalmed. "What have you bought? So many bags."

I handed the bags to him and made my way to the perfume shop. He remained silent, watching me with a resigned look as I continued my shopping spree.

I knew the perfume he wore, but Aventus Creed and Baccarat Rouge 540 were my favorite. I wanted to experience their scent on him. Additionally, I bought perfumes for Captain Price, Gaz, and Soap, characters he admired.

After paying, I came out and handed him the bags.

"You are impossible," he said, shaking his head in disbelief at my shopping habits.

Lastly, I went to get a dress for myself: a black, long silk dress with a corset top. I kept that in mind; on my best day, I wanted to look good only for him. As I held the dress, imagining wearing it, I felt a rush of excitement for the special occasion that lay ahead.

Then I emerged from the store with a single bag in my hand.

"Got only this for you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I don't need so many of these. Let's eat something," I suggested, eager to change the subject and enjoy a meal together.

"It's getting late and I don't eat at fancy restaurants. Also, with what I'm wearing, people will run away after looking at me," he said with a hint of self-deprecation.

I chuckled, understanding his reluctance. "Okay, how about we grab something casual then? There's a cozy diner nearby."

"Whatever you want," he said with a small smile.

"Let's get pizza and eat it in the car," I suggested, knowing it would be a simple yet enjoyable way to end the day.

As we settled into the car, I turned to him with a serious expression.

"One more thing," I said, catching his attention.

"What?" he asked, curious.

"I need a firearm for myself," I said, knowing it was a bold request.

"From where will you get it?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I know a place," I reassured him.

He nodded, and we drove to the shop I had in mind. It was a sizable establishment with a wide array of guns and rifles on display.

He opened the door for me, and I entered, determined to find something suitable.

"It must be to your liking," I told him, acknowledging the seriousness of the decision.

"Must be one of your favorite places," I remarked, looking at him for a reaction.

"Hmm," he replied noncommittally.

"Hi! I need a gun and a sniper," I informed the dealer as we approached.

"Gun for you and sniper for him?" the dealer pointed towards Ghost.

"Hey! What are you getting a sniper for?" he asked, clearly surprised.

"For me. I want to learn how to handle it, plus I need protection for myself when you're not around," I replied confidently, knowing it was a decision I had thought through carefully.

"I need your help. You know the weapons best. I don't know which one I should buy," I admitted, turning to him for guidance.

I was surprized he approved me buying a sniper and didn't ask further questions.

The dealer showed me various guns, and Ghost diligently inspected each one. He checked their magazines and fidgeted with their chambers, assessing their quality and reliability with a practiced eye.

Ghost took a gun and showed it to me, a Glock 17. "It's best for your self-defense, and you have small hands, so..." he chuckled, knowing that the size of the weapon mattered for comfort and control. His consideration for my comfort brought a smile to my face, appreciating his attention to detail.

"We'll take this," I said, indicating the Glock 17, following Ghost's recommendation.

"And the sniper?" I inquired, eager to explore our options for long-range defense.

The dealer proceeded to show us various sniper rifles, each one with its own unique features and capabilities.

"If you want to be far away from your enemies, which I know is best in your favor, then you should choose a sniper," Ghost suggested, holding a gun in his hand.

He then presented a sniper rifle, the Sako TRG 42 A1. "This one is lightweight and efficient," he said, highlighting its features.

"Its one of the best Sniper rifles in the world." The arms dealer added.

"Aye! Its bolt action plus it can be carried in a backpack, quite lightweight and handy eh." Simon said admiring the rifle in his hand.

I saw a spark in Simon's eyes and they got darken as he admired the sniper rifle in his hand. He handled it and checked it like he was handling this sniper for ages.

I knew he loved sniper rifles.

I considered his recommendation, recognizing the importance of having a versatile firearm for long-range defense.

"What do you say then?" I asked, seeking his opinion.

"It's one of the best," he replied confidently. "Better than the sniper I have."

His endorsement reassured me, and I nodded, feeling confident in our choice.

I wanted to suprize him with this sniper I was getting for him. It will be the best gift ever for him and I didn't want to tell him. I knew he won't let me buy it then.

"We'll take them," I said to the dealer with a nod of finality.

He carefully packed the sniper and the gun in their respective cases, and Ghost took them, carrying them to the car.

"I must say, you have such a good choice in weapons," I remarked, admiring his expertise.

"That's what we're good at. It's our job. We play with them like babies," he replied, his dedication to his profession evident in his demeanor.

"Teach me before you go. I badly need to know how to use these weapons now," I requested, realizing the importance of being proficient with them for my own safety.

"Soon." He replied.

[gyusimp]

Can I request rich reader×Gyutaro?Rich reader got lost and accidently went to entertainment district and befriend Gyutaro.Reader can't go out often so Gyu waits and when reader can go out and meet him,he will be very happy

English isn't my maternal language so if you can't catch meaning,you can translate this->rich reader×Gyutaro 신청하고싶어요!주인공이 길을 잃고 헤매다가 라쇼몽 강가에 도착하게되고 규타로를 만나는 스토리요.주인공은 집이 엄격해서 밖에 자주 나갈 수 없어서,규타로는 주인공이 오기만을 기다리면서 곪아가고 주인공이 오는 날에는 속으로 엄청 기뻐하는 걸 보고싶습니다.규타로가 우울한 날엔 돈 좀 펑펑 쓰면서..

"Kilig" The feeling of having butterflies in your stomach when you see or are with the person you love.

Thousands of lights above you, all the lanterns that hung from the balconies of the houses in each of the streets painted the atmosphere orange, as if they were all the same midday sun. The heat created by the bodies of the people in the busy alleys made you more anxious and restless than you already were. Your best friend told you to accompany her to this place to buy a beautiful kimono she saw near this area, you wanted to spend some money too so you agreed to go with her.

She walked to look for the store that interested her while you would wait for her but for some reason, you were swept away by the sea of ​​people visiting the district at this time of night, it was impossible for you to stay still for a single moment because if you did, you had the feeling of being crushed by the accumulation of people. You had never been in this place before, was it a kind of market or something? You walked looking at each of the houses where very beautiful girls looked out from the windows. You were looking for your friend trying to find a clothing store with kimonos displayed in windows but you couldn't find anything. What would your parents say if you didn't come home at the agreed time? The nasty, nauseating smell of sweat and people's humor added to the hellish heat almost made you gag. You looked in your bag for a hand fan to start ventilating yourself and thus try to make your nausea disappear.

Your clothes were made of a fine, soft and colorful silk, your hair was perfectly styled with a ribbon and your  fingers gracefully took the fan with a floral design and golden details. Very soon the sight of many men around you stopped seeing all the courtesans in the place to look at you, many perverted and disrespectful glances ran through your body making you feel quite uncomfortable. You walked to go unnoticed but it was impossible, many whistles were sent your way along with several strange and slightly rude compliments until one of them was too much.

"Hey, precious. How much for having your legs open for me?" A man told you, apparently drunk as he pulled your arm to get you closer to him.

You struggled but he was very strong so in the midst of your despair you slapped his face with the fan that was in your hand.

"Don't touch me! Let go of me!"

All the people looked at them, making the man angry and embarrassed.

"You're going to regret this, you little bitch!" The man took you tighter and dragged you into an alley isolated from the noise.

He pushed you hard and made you fall to the earthy ground, staining your clothes brown, the man stood in front of you to hit you but his screams made you open your eyes to look at him. Now there was another man, he was tall and his wavy black hair was styled in a half ponytail, he was wearing an old and torn striped yukata and he wasn't wearing shoes. The drunk from earlier was screaming in pain as he watched blood drip from a deep cut on his arm.

"Get away from me, you ugly collector!" he said, as he tried to run away without falling to the ground until he disappeared.

The younger boy had a sickle in his hand, the weapon smeared with blood. You felt scared for a moment, was he going to hurt you? That thought disappeared from your head when he started walking in the opposite direction towards you, he didn't even look at you. You stood up and ran after him.

"Wait! Boy, wait!" He seemed to ignore you, you rushed over and grabbed his shoulder to turn it and finally saw his face.

His expression was serious and with sleepy eyes but with a little aggressiveness in them, they were deep blue in color and on his pale skin particular black spots spread like drops of ink in water. His presence was intimidating so that forced you to look down.

You thought that would help you talk but it gave you more to think about. Even though he was dressed you could see how sickly thin he was, his biceps were big but underneath you could count all his ribs and abs, the fabric of his clothes was so thin you could see his hips bulging out from under it.

"What the hell? Did you call me just to make fun of me?...I should have let that man do whatever he wanted with you."

It had been a bit rude of you to look at him like that without saying anything, you didn't want to create misunderstandings, after all he was your savior.

"No! Of course not, I wanted to thank you for saving me."

The boy didn't answer you anything so you continued talking to him.

"You saved my life, let me make it up to you with something. I can give you whatever you want!"

His sapphires observed you from head to toe without overlooking a single detail. He looked at the type of fabric of your clothes, the jewelry in your ears, fingers and neck, the makeup perfectly placed on your face and the shoes that covered your feet from the cold ground. Your fan had 2 letters engraved on it, that made him think they were your initials. You had enough money to engrave your initials on your things in elegantly luxurious gold details.

"What a generous offer, you are very kind. You took it upon yourself to do that just to rub your money in my face, right?"

You were a bit confused, you didn't want to create a misunderstanding so you denied that right away but he cut you off.

"I don't need anything from you" he spat on the ground, right next to you as he gave you a sinister and envious smile. "I have everything I want, just like you."

The boy shuffled his feet and turned to walk in the opposite direction from you. You stared at nothing a little thoughtful but a sound behind you caught your attention. It was one of your family's cars and an employee got out of the vehicle.

"Miss. L/N, what are you doing out of the house at this hour? And in this place!?"

You explained to him that you went out with a friend but lost her in the crowd until you ended up here. You told him everything or else you'd be in trouble and you also didn't skip the part where this rude boy saved you. You got in the car and were immediately taken home where you would have to explain everything to your parents.

You thought that the strange boy had disappeared into the darkness in the same way that he had appeared, but you were wrong. He stayed stalking you as if you were his prey and watched everything you did, the luxurious car you got into and the moment the man in the elegant suit put a coat on your shoulders. Clearly you had a life thousands of times luckier than his and that turned his stomach, his envy made his chest burn and he gnash his crooked teeth with force. He turned and left seeing everything you had made him very angry, he wished that the car you were in would have an accident and you would die, but at the same time he wanted that not to happen. That small act of kindness that you had to thank him made him feel different, when he saw you he noticed that you didn't say a single word about his physique. The boy felt embarrassed that you had to see him directly because you were so pretty and for some reason that kept him from sleeping all night.

Meanwhile, you explained everything to your parents. They could not believe it and continuing with their paranoid and overprotective attitudes with you they decided that you could not go out again. That was something you didn't like at all, you had the right to go out and have some fun but they wanted your safety before anything else so you convinced them to come to an agreement, you mentioned the guy to them (except the part where he was rude ) so they also felt indebted for having saved their daughter from that man's hands. You could return to the streets of the district to reward him but you had to be accompanied by some employees of the house. It was something fair so you decided that you would no longer argue with your parents, you went to sleep and the next day you would take charge of looking for the boy.

All the people of Yoshiwara were left with an expression of surprise and disbelief when you asked them about a certain black-haired boy and where you could find him. You were a lady of high social class, attractive and with good manners, why would you look for a dirty thug like him? It turned out that he was known throughout the district and even in some nearby towns. Everyone was afraid of him but he was not a criminal, they told you that he lived on the Rashomon Riverbank but that was a very dangerous part, you could go look for him and with luck you would find him since he was away from home all day working as a collector debts and returned at night to take care of his little sister.

He had a sister? he seemed to be the type of person who lived absolutely alone. Well, you went back to the district at night to find him, you repeated this for a few days but no luck. You thought that maybe the boy was already at home or maybe he had even moved, anything was possible so you returned home exhausted. Actually, there was never a night that he didn't see you. He wondered the reason for your visits to the district every night for almost 1 week, everyone was afraid of this boy so no one told him that you were looking for him.

The idea that perhaps you came looking for him passed through his head but he was in charge of denying it and thinking of something else. You were very pretty and he noticed that so during the day, he looked forward to seeing you again until one time you just stopped showing up.

A few days passed but your face never appeared near the Entertainment District again so he stopped waiting for you and went on with his life as if nothing had happened.

One day, you went for a walk with your parents to buy some things in a town near your house. It was approximately 4:30 p.m. the sun made the whole place turn bright pink and orange, your view was lost among the colored clouds from the window. Along the way, there were small fields with flowers and rice fields where the farmers did their last work of the day. Some people were walking across the grass back home probably. You admired the landscape and a human silhouette walking until you looked more closely. That figure was very tall, with wavy black hair and a sharp sickle in his right hand. It was him, the boy you had been looking for so much.

"Stop the car!" you said, rush. The vehicle stopped and after you took your bag you got out to start running in his direction. "Hey! Boy, wait! Wait!"

Some of the farmers were watching you from afar wondering why you were running so desperately after that man. The boy felt a leap in his heart that annoyed him, but at the same time, he couldn't ignore that voice when he recognized it, so he turned around and stood waiting for you to reach him. You reached towards him and you were panting from exhaustion, your hair was messy in the wind just like the skirt of your dress was blowing in the breeze, you were wearing heels so you must have looked a bit strange running in them. You felt kind of silly and embarrassed.

"What-?" he asked but was interrupted by you. You looked at him and placed a sealed envelope in his hand without letting go.

"You have no idea how hard I've tried to find you, I visited that damn district every night but no one knew anything about you night or day! Do you have any idea how happy it makes me to see you?" The young man had a surprised expression on his face but he wasn't intimidating like last time. "You don't have to say anything, I just wanted to give you this for your help the other day. And I won't take "no" for an answer!" you let go of his hand and he saw the crumpled envelope. "It will be useful for you and your little sister." you said while looking into his eyes and turning around to walk to your car.

He didn't open the envelope, he would do it at home with his sister. For some reason that made his heart feel strange so he looked ahead before you left.

"H-Hey!" he yelled, getting your attention. "What's your name!?"

Your soft gaze collided with his, your hair flowing slowly in the afternoon breeze, your hands cupping the skirt of your dress, and your face with rose lips and cheeks looking perfect in the evening light.

"Y/N...and yours?"

Did you really want to know? Knowing that interested you? He interested you enough to look for him for days and now want to know his name?

"Gyutaro!" he yelled back, bringing a smile to your face.

"I hope to meet you again, Gyutaro!"

Tbh, I didn't have many ideas but it all came out of nowhere so I improvised everything 🙈 I'm sorry if it's not very similar to what you had in mind but I hope you like it. And do not worry! English isn't my maternal language either, so there is no problem 😌💖

[shiesan]

You at First Sip - Banzoin Hakka x Reader

You At First Sip - A Banzoin Hakka x Reader Fic. by shiesan.

Gender Neutral Reader x Banzoin Hakka

- just fluff, but there is a bit of swearing

(this fic is dedicated to one of my good friends, kana. Fuck you.)

I never proofread, I’m sorry. But ! I did my best.

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It was a normal day in the land of Xenokuni. The streets were as lively as ever since spring has sprung. It’s usually this time of year when the citizens of Xenokuni love walking around the main town as it’s filled with flowers of all kinds.

Ah~ what a nice day to be outside

You’ve been stuck in your room catching up on work deadlines for weeks. It’s refreshing getting a breath of fresh air. You go down the streets to find your recent favorite coffee shop, Café Vanguard. It opened a couple of months ago and ever since then you’ve been going there almost every other day, well, at least when you’re not swamped with deadlines.

The bell chimes as you open the door and the familiar smell of roasted coffee beans fills your nose. You quickly search for the owner, with whom you’ve become quite acquainted, Josuiji Shinri. Shinri has been such a delight to be with! When times are slow he’d often chat with you and give you a pastry since you’re a regular. He acts like the kind and cool uncle you’re excited to meet at family gatherings.

But much to your surprise a different person mans the counter, someone you haven’t met before. He’s not too tall with beautiful purple hair. He doesn’t notice you come in as he’s screaming at Bettel, one of Shinri’s employees like he’s pissed off because of something. This makes you giggle a bit, he looks cute when he’s angry. You like his clothes and try to pick apart the details of his outfit, ‘He looks so stylish’ you think to yourself.

You don’t know how long it's been since you’ve been standing at the entrance but it’s been long enough for Shinri to call you over. “Y/n!” Shinri calls. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.” He said with a smile. You hurriedly place your belongings on one of the tables near the counter and walk up to Shinri. “Hi, Shin! Yeah, I know, work has been really rough and I barely had enough time to get myself groceries these past few weeks. But after working my ass off they’ll leave me alone for a few weeks, well I hope.” you say.

Whilst you and Shinri catch up, on the other side of the café chaos occurs. “Bettel, where the fuck did you put the opened carton of Almond milk?!” Shouts the purple man, Banzoin Hakka is his name. Shinri’s newest employee whom he hired a week after you started not coming to the store, which explains why you’ve never seen him before. 

“I don’t fucking know, Hakka! I already told you my last order needed *Oat* Milk. Not fucking Almond Milk. I did not touch that shit!” An angry Gavis Bettel replies.

“If you guys don’t stop arguing like a married couple I will personally ask Shinri to make you guys delivery men!” Shouts Flayon as he enters the front of the shop. You catch his eye.

“OOooh~ Y/n! Nice to see you again!” He walks up to you and gives you a small hug.

“Flay! Nice to see you too! Deliveries getting busier eh?” You smile at him.

“Yeah! It’s gotten more tiring but at least most people tip great!” He says.

Hakka and Bettel’s attention drifts toward you. 

Wow.

Is the only word running through Hakka’s mind. You’re just his type. And Bettel knows this, so as to attempt pissing off the exorcist even further Bettel says “Dibs on manning the register for them” with a sly smile on his face.

Hakka, who is appalled, raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Get your ass back to cleaning tables. It’s *my* turn.” He looks at you excitedly. Hakka notices how cute you look while Flay and Shinri are talking to you. ‘Damn what a smile’ he thinks as he dreamily looks at you, head resting on his chin and all. 

Soon your convo with Shin and Flay ends and you walk towards the counter. “Fuck” Hakka whispers to himself as you slowly walk to the counter and he struggles to make himself presentable.

“Hi!” you greet him with a smile. Holy shit is this cashier cute. You think to yourself.

“Hi~ Welcome to Café Vanguard! May I take your order?” Hakka greats you happily.

“Yeah, Hakka, I’ll have the hazelnut latte and an egg tart please.” You say with a smile.

Hakka sweats profusely, ‘how the fuck did they know my name?’ he thinks.

“Will that be all?” He manages to muster up. 

“Uhm, does your number happen to be on the menu?” You cheekily say while mentally digging yourself a grave and praying to the universe that they make your exit a painless one.

A small blush appears on Hakka’s face but he’s quick to recover, “u-uhm. Not for everyone, but for you I guess I can make an exception. That’ll be $5.60 in total” He smiles ‘What the actual fuck, Hakka’ He thinks to himself.

You hand him your money, “Great! You’ll just bring the order to my table right?” You smile at him.

“Y-yeah!” He smiles nervously. You notice a certain funny man behind Hakka,

“Oh! Bettel! How have you been doing?” You ask him. “Y/n! Been great! But I need to go back to the kitchen, take care of our little boy here for me ha? He’s a bit shy” Bettel says as he walks closer and puts a hand on Hakka’s shoulder.

“Okay, roger that.” You chuckle and give him a fake salute. “Well,” you turn your attention to Hakka who looks a bit more nervous, “I’ll be waiting over there.” you point to the table where your belongings are at. “Don’t forget the secret menu item that I ordered.” You tell him with a wink.

“Well, how could I forget something that someone as dazzling as you has ordered? Only the best service you~” He says and winks. With a light chuckle you walk to your table.

When he was out of your sight Hakka immediately turned to Bettel. “What the fuck man! You didn’t tell me you knew them! What was that fucking dibs for then?”

Bettel laughs. “Oh don’t get your bird briefs in a twist. Just a little payback for blaming me for the disappearance of the Almond Milk.” Bettel smirks and adds, “But hey, seems like they like you though, aren’t ya happy?” 

“IT SEEMS LIKE THEY DO! Did you see that Bettel, they *winked* at me. They even called me Hakka. How’d they know my name?!” Hakka says excitedly. 

“Yeah they like you but they didn’t fucking do a background check on you dumbass. You have a namecard? Hello??” Bettel says and heads into the kitchen.

“Oh yeah.” Hakka says in defeat. But that won’t get him down. You’re clearly interested in him! It shows!! He quickly assembles your order and prepares to bring it to you, making sure to look out if there are any other customers that he needs to tend to before he goes to flirt with you.

“You can go take a break, Hakka. I’ll be here at the counter for a bit” Shinri smiles at Hakka and winks. 

“Thanks, Shin. You’re the best” Hakka smiles and fixes his hair before walking to you.

“A hazelnut coffee, egg tart, my number, and the cutest and coolest exorcist in Xenokuni for the wonderful Y/N” He says as he places the items on the table one by one, apart from him of course.

You chuckle, “I don’t remember ordering the last thing on the menu.” You say as you reach for your coffee and take a sip.

Hakka smiles and watched you take a sip and enjoy the cup of coffee that he made. “Well, it's an ongoing promo for cute customers like you.” He winks and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. 

A slight blush appears on your face. “Oh yeah? Hmm.. Nice to know I’m special. Do I get to know more about this ‘Cutest and Coolest’ exorcist in all of Xenokuni’?” You say. 

Hakka chuckles and you guys talk for a solid 15 minutes. The rest of the boys gather at the counter and silently watch you both flirt back and forth. They found it cute that their little birbo finally found someone he likes, it was rare to see Hakka like this. They’re even happier that Hakka likes such a nice person like you, who they consider a close friend.

Shinri notices a big group of customers about to enter the shop and quickly calls Hakka over. “Hakka! Break time is over” He says.

“O-okay!” He shouts back at Shinri and quickly looks at you. ”Y/n, I had a really nice talk with you today and, only if you’d like, I’d like it for us to talk on another day. A date…maybe?” He looks you in the eye with a faint blush covering his cheeks.

“Sure.” You grab a tissue and write down your number. “Text me.” You say as you grab your stuff and wave goodbye to Hakka and the other guys.

Hakka waves back with the biggest smile on his face.

“He is so whipped for them.” Says Flayon.

“Yep. You could say it was love at first sip.” Bettel adds.

A chuckle emerges from Shinri, “O-kay everyone, back to work.” 

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[serenelystrange]

Explicit

Alternate Universe - Retail

Getting Together

Fluff and Humor

Bath & Body Works

Implied/Referenced Homophobia

Buck and his slutty little waist

Summary:

In which Buck works at Bath & Body Works, and Eddie accidentally stumbles into the love of his life.

Notes:

Marisol is here, but she doesnt last. Buddie all the way. This is silly, but hopefully also fun!

Work Text:

Eddie hates the mall. A fact that he somehow forgets in between every few-and-far-between visit, but is violently reminded of the moment he walks in. Taking a deep breath, he steels himself and heads for his destination, grateful at least for the blessed relief of air conditioning from the summer heat.

The entire window storefront of Bath & Body Works is decorated in sunny yellows and bright blues, with an overwhelming array of signs and cardboard ducks advertising the semi-annual sale that’s going on.

Well, Eddie thinks, at least his wallet won’t suffer as much as his throbbing head.

“Welcome!” a cheery voice calls out as Eddie enters the store. A tiny readhead with a plastered smile on her face greets him and all but shoves a cloth basket into his hands. “Let me know if you have any questions!” she says, before vanishing back into the crowd of shoppers.

Eddie will absolutely not be doing that.

He’s browsing a candle display of New Summer Scents when he senses more than hears a new person sidling up beside him. Eddie does his best to ignore them, keeping his eyes trained on the display, trying and mostly failing to not feel overwhelmed by the crowded room and heavy mix of too many fragrances.

“Overwhelmed?”

Eddie freezes at that, not expecting the soft and very male voice that asks the question. He puts a bottle of lotion back down and turns slightly to look at the employee, eyes widening as he realizes he has to look up a few inches to meet his gaze. A boyishly handsome face greets him with a kind smile that doesn’t look anywhere near as forced as the one on the readhead from earlier.

“Yeah,” he admits quietly, looking away with no small amount of embarrassment. He could survive his plane being shot down and everything that came after, but a few too many people and scents in his space is making his heart palpitate at a scary rate.

“I get it,” the guy says, before looping one big hand gently around Eddie’s elbow and tugging him along.

Stunned, Eddie lets him.

“Here,” the guy says, tucking Eddie back into an alcove by the Men’s display where only a few shoppers straggle. “Better?”

Eddie, who hasn’t stopped staring at the man’s obscenely muscled biceps in his tight shirt, takes a moment to catch up to the question.

“Huh?” he asks, dragging his eyes back up to the man’s face, noting the pretty blue eyes that are looking him with concern.

“Is this better?” the man repeats, stepping back a little as if to give Eddie more space to breathe.

“It is,” Eddie says, finally, before dropping his gaze down to where the man still has his hand wrapped around Eddie’s elbow.

“Oh, sorry!” the guy says, tugging his hand away and tucking it sheepishly into the pocket of his blue and white checkered apron.

“It’s fine,” Eddie says. “Thank you,” he adds after a moment.

“Don’t worry about it,” the guy says, giving him an easy grin. “It happens all the time. This place can be a lot.”

Eddie stares at where the man’s hand is tucked into his apron, just his thumb visible where it’s tucked over the edge. The apron is tied securely around his waist, offering Eddie the appealing visual of it in contrast to the man’s wide shoulder. Eddie gulps, remembering what he’d come for, not what he’d like to.

“I was looking for a gift,” he says, looking back up at the man, just now noticing a name tag that says BUCK in black sharpie under a crossed out Evan printed on the tag.

“I thought you might be,” Buck says, laughing kindly at him. “You do kind of strike me as a 3-in-1 product kind of guy. No offense.”

It startles a laugh out of Eddie, and he can’t help but match Buck’s grin. “I’m a simple guy, I guess.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Buck says, agreeably. “So who is the gift for? Do you know what kind of scents they like?”

“My uh,” Eddie finds himself stumbling over the words for a reason he is absolutely not going to examine, “my girlfriend.”

“Ok, great!” Buck says, unphased by Eddie’s awkwardness. “Let’s start small. Is she a bodywash person, or more of a lotion fan?”

Eddie frowns, realizing he doesn’t know.

“She always smells nice?” he offers. “Kind of like rasberries.”

“Progress!” Buck says. “And does her shower have raspberry smelling products in it?”

Eddie thinks back to the few times he’d been in Marisol’s shower, remembering a lot of white bottles with mild scents.

“No,” he shakes his head. “but I think she has some bottles on her dresser, maybe perfume?”

“Perfect,” Buck says, “good job!” Eddie fights the blush that wants to spread over his face at Buck’s innocuous compliment.

“I think I have a solution,” Buck says, “stay here!”

Eddie, tucked comfortably away from the other shoppers and the sunshiney madness, stays.

Buck re-appears a few minutes later with a clear pink bag in his hands, that he transfers over to Eddie with a surprising amount of grace for someone so tall.

Eddie peers through the bag’s thick plastic, seeing an array of body sprays and other miniature products.

“This way she gets a little bit of everything,” Buck explains. “And it’s a new summer version of our winter raspberry scent, so she’ll know you were paying attention!”

“I really wasn’t,” Eddie says, scoffing mildly at himself.

Buck’s cheery face stalls at that, and he frowns thoughtfully at Eddie for a moment.

“Bigger relationship issues than a gift set can fix?” he asks, voice caring in a way like Eddie has been his friend for years and not just a customer he met ten minutes ago.

Eddie thinks about the bathroom mirror pep talks he’s had before his nights with Marisol, about the times he’s blamed the long days at work for his bedroom performance issues, and about the fact that he’s wondering what the skin of Buck’s throat would taste like if he buried his face there and bit down.

“You could say that,” he responds a moment too late for it not to be awkward. But Buck just cringes in sympathy, giving him an understanding look.

“Relationships are hard,” he says, dropping his voice a little quieter as he continues. “My last ex and I had nothing in common besides the sex, you know? She used to do this thing with her.. you know, this isn’t really work appropriate,” Buck trails off, red faced.

Eddie laughs, charmed despite himself. “I wish that was my problem,” he says.

Buck gives him an assessing look before continuing. “Before her, my ex and I had a lot in common, and we were great together physically, but it still didn’t work out.”

Eddie hums in agreement, nodding. Buck cocks his head slightly, looking over at Eddie again in a way that makes him squirm. It’s almost like Buck is assessing him for a threat level before combat.

“I guess he just wanted different things than I did,” Buck says after a moment, shrugging. “He says he wasn’t worried about being my first guy, but I don’t think he ever really got over it. I think he half expected me to leave him for a woman.”

“Ugh,” Eddie says. “Sounds like he had trust issues that have nothing to do with you. Fuck him.”

Buck smiles at that, delighted. “I mean, I did,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Kind of a lot.”

“Jesus,” Eddie says, torn between laughing and blushing beet red down to his toes at the image. “This is not the conversation I was expecting when I walked in here.” At Buck’s alarmed expression, he waves a hand.

“Not that it’s bad. I’m not some homophobic asshole. It just wasn’t what I was expecting.”

Buck lets out a deep breath, relief apparent on his face.

“Good,” Buck says, “I really didn’t want to have to get fired for punching someone again.”

“Again?” Eddie asks, more amused than concerned. He finds it hard to believe this six foot two puppy-dog would ever hit someone who didn’t deserve it.

“A story for another time,” Buck says as his walkie talkie squawks to life, a panicked sounding cashier requesting backup at the register. “Let’s get you checked out and back into the fresh air, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, following Buck to the register like one of the ducks in the window.

He’s already thinking about next time.

“That’s so sweet, baby, thank you,” Marisol says, accepting the gift set and pulling Eddie in for a lingering kiss. She quirks an eyebrow as she pulls away and gives him a crooked grin. “Did you do something that requires an apology gift. Did you try to make one of your abuela’s recipes again?”

Eddie does his best to laugh at her joke, giving her what he hopes is an amused looking eyeroll as he huffs.

“Yeah yeah,” he says, changing the subject quickly, “how was work?”

Marisol lights up at the question, and as she delves into the newest drama, Eddie hates himself a little bit more for looking at her beautiful face and feeling nothing at all.

Despite the thrill of meeting Buck, it takes Eddie a solid month to work up the courage to go back to the store. It’s only when he and Chris are walking into the thankfully uncrowded store that he realizes Buck might not even be working that day.

“Welcome in,” a young guy calls out from one of the displays. He has beautiful brown skin and a flop of black hair artfully splayed across his forehead, and Eddie wonders when he started noticing things like that on men at all. Eddie waves back vaguely and ushers Chris towards the back of the store where the men’s section is.

“Do I have to get this stuff?” Chris asks, wrinkling his nose at the scent of whatever liquid leather is supposed to smell like.

“You can get any scent you want,” Eddie says, teasingly. “As long as you use it on those stinky preteen armpits of yours.”

“Daaad,” Chris protests, smacking Eddie’s leg lightly with one of his crutches.

Eddie just laughs and lets Chris make his way around the store at his own pace, stopping to smell different body washes and soaps here and there. He pulls away dramatically at one of the floral scents, wrinkling his nose as he fake-gags. Eddie leans back against one of the side countertops and watches in amusement.

“Hey.”

Eddie smiles before he even turns his head, feeling Buck move to lean against the counter beside him.

“Hey,” he replies, internally proud of himself for sounding way more casual than he feels.

“How’d the gift go over?” Buck asks, joining Eddie in watching Chris sniff to his heart’s content.

“She liked it,” Eddie says. “Then asked me if I ruined dinner and needed an apology gift.”

Buck snorts a laugh at that. “Not a good cook, then?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I get by,” he says. “Thankfully Chris loves pancakes and chicken nuggets.”

Buck laughs and looks at Eddie before turning away again to watch Chris.

“Your son?” he asks, nose wrinkling in a laugh as Chris make a dirty face at of the candles he sniffs.

“Yeah,” Eddie confirms, watching Chris fondly. “He’s eleven and is struggling with the concept of body odor.”

“No 3-in-1 for him?” Buck drawls, and Eddie almost reaches a hand out to smack him playfully, before remembering they are near strangers.

“Nah,” Eddie says. “Figured he’d be more likely to actually use it if I let him pick out something fancier than what I get at Target.”

“Smart.”

Eddie preens just a little at that. It’s been a rough few years since Shannon died, and hearing that someone thinks he’s doing ok with this whole parent thing is always nice.

“Dad!” Chris calls out from an orange and yellow display. “Is Citrus Cravings a boy smell?”

Beside him, Buck tenses just slightly, and man, one of these days Eddie wants to meet whoever made him so jumpy and give them a talk. With a shovel.

“Any smell you want can be a boy smell,” Eddie calls back at a much lower volume. “Since you’re a boy, and want to be a good smelling one.”

“That one is really nice,” Buck adds in. “I use it sometimes.”

Chris looks over at the new voice, head craning up as he takes in Buck’s height and bulk.

“You like to smell like oranges?” Chris asks, hesitating as if trying not to offend the large man.

Buck just grins and nods.

“Sometimes!” he says. “One of the perks of working here, I get to smell like so many nice things.”

“Can I get this one, dad?” Chris asks. “Ooh, and the chocolate one?”

Eddie nods his agreement and Buck leans over to speak in a whisper as Chris walks towards the register. “Get the moisturizing washes instead. They’re bigger and on sale right now. But don’t tell my manager I said that.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says, risking looking up into Buck’s stupid handsome face for a moment, before booking it to the register after Chris, grabbing the new body washes along the way.

At the register, the tiny redhead from the previous month is back, giving him and Chris a sharklike grin as they approach.

“Picked out some good scents?” she asks them both, before giving Eddie a shrewd look and glancing over to where Buck is helping someone else. “Or do you prefer the views?”

Chris doesn’t notice, too busy looking through the sample size products on the counter, but Eddie returns her glare with a sharp grin of his own.

“Just these, thanks,” he says flatly, unwilling to engage in whatever weird game she’s playing with him.

She huffs and outright rolls her eyes at him, before ringing him up with a robotic smile and a wooden goodbye, before disappearing into the back room before Eddie can even turn around.

Buck is still helping a customer as Eddie and Chris leave, but he gives them a surreptitious wave as they pass, and Eddie sighs internally. He is so fucked, and not in the fun way.

“I think maybe I’m bisexual,” Eddie tells Marisol late one night as they’re getting ready for bed.

She looks up from where she’s rubbing the lotion Eddie bought her onto her elbows and gives him a confused look.

“I’m sorry, what?” she says, too dumbfounded to even make it sound like a question.

“I, uh,” Eddie says nervously. “I think I’m bisexual.” It doesn’t feel right, not exactly, but it’s the closest he’s allowed himself to even consider, and he’s absolutely terrified.

Marisol stops rubbing her skin and sits down crossed legged on his bed, frowning up at him where he leans against the closed door.

“Edmundo,” she says, voice laden with disappointment. “You know that isn’t a real thing.”

This time it’s Eddie who looks at her with confusion.

“What do you mean?” he says. “Of course that’s a thing. Your cousin Lili is bi, you talk to her all the time.”

Marisol scoffs.

“Liliana is just confused. Eventually she will heal, and with grace from God, find a nice boy to marry and settle down with. God will fix her.”

Eddie, suffice to say, is horrified.

“There’s nothing to fix,” he says, “since when do you have beliefs like this?”

“You know I am a good Catholic woman, Eddie,” Marisol says, looking up at him with wide eyes, as if he’s the one being unreasonable.

“We’ve had an awful lot of premarital sex for someone so devout,” Eddie shoots back, feeling the anger slowly replacing the shock in his bones.

Marisol gives him a pleased little grin.

“We are like married in the eyes of God, no? Why wouldn’t we lay together as He intends?”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie whispers harshly, blinking away the tear that sting his eyes, looking at Marisol as if it’s the first time he’s really seeing her.

“I could never marry you,” he says, feeling a sharp pang of satisfaction at her offended expression.

“Don’t be silly,” Marisol says. “Somebody needs to raise Christopher, of course we’ll get married.”

It’s hearing his son’s name that shakes him out of his stupor and makes him stand to his full height and step away from the door.

“You need to leave,” he says, resolutely. “You can come by tomorrow for your things when Chris is at school.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Marisol says, looking angry now. “You can’t just kick me out in the middle of the night, we need to talk about this!”

“No,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “we’re done. Get dressed and I’ll call you an Uber.”

“Eddie,” Marisol tries again, as she is pulling on real clothes and throwing her things into a duffel bag Eddie hands her, but he just shakes his head.

“I can’t,” he says. “We can talk when I’m not so angry, but I don’t want to hurt you, Marisol.”

Marisol glares at him with shiny eyes.

“You are hurting me!” she says, before storming past him and throwing the door open as she rushes out.

Eddie catches it just in time to avoid it slamming into the wall, and breathes a sigh of relief.

At least Chris won’t get woken up on top of an already shitty night. It’s a small comfort, but he takes it.

Eddie avoids the mall and the temptation within in for a few more weeks, until Chris complains that his favorite body wash is almost gone and Eddie promises to get him more while he’s away at Abuela’s for the weekend.

This time, he spots Buck as soon as he walks into the remarkably empty store, not even a tiny angry ginger in sight.

“Hey!” Buck says, bounding out from behind the counter to greet him.

For a brief moment, Eddie thinks Buck might hug him, but he stops just short of Eddie, giving him an easy smile. Eddie looks at the arms stretching out that poor tshirt, and tries not to feel disappointed.

“Hey,” he says. “Chris used up all his chocolate body wash and demands I get more.”

Buck laughs and gestures towards the display. “Well, we can’t say no to a kid who’s willingly showering, right?”

“Exactly,” Eddie agrees.

He lingers at the counter as Buck rings him up and hands him the bag of body washes. Their fingers brush slightly as he hands it over and Eddie very nearly gasps.

Maybe those Jane Austen girls were onto something after all, he thinks.

“I..” he starts, trailing off with an embarrassed cringe.

“Hey,” Buck says, leaning forward until his hips are flush with the counter between them. “What’s your name, anyway? Only one of us has a name tag on here.”

Eddie startles into laughter, realizing he never did introduce himself.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out a hand that Buck takes immediately to shake.

Eddie’s never been a small man, but Buck’s hand envelops his just perfectly enough that he thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind feeling that way once in a while.

“Buck,” he says, shaking Eddie’s hand before letting it go. “But I guess you, uh, you can probably read that.”

“Not without my contacts or glasses,” Eddie admits. “You’d just be a blue of blue and white.”

“Glasses?” Buck asks, flushing slightly. Eddie wonders if the poor guy runs hot under all the bright lights.

“Only when I’m too lazy for the contacts,” he says.

Buck gulps and nods in agreement.

“Lazy days are good,” he says, sounding strained.

“You ok?” Eddie asks with concern. “Do you need a drink or something? It is a little warm in here.”

“Yeah,” Buck waves off his concern, “I am..thirsty. But I’m fine.”

“If you’re sure,” Eddie says, wanting to push it until his phone goes off in his pocket.

He pulls the phone out and groans. “This is work,” he explains, “I’m sorry, I have to take it.”

“No worries,” Buck says, waving goodbye as Eddie makes a hasty retreat, phone pressed to his ear.

Eddie only makes it another week before he goes back to the mall, Chris at a birthday party at a nearby friend’s house.

He’s walking up to the store and nearly collides with Buck as he makes his way out, eyes on his own phone.

“Oh shit,” Buck says, stopping short, “sorry, I didn’t see… oh it’s you!”

“Hey,” Eddie says, moving out of the way of the stream of people that walk by, Buck scurrying to stand beside him against the wall.

“Hey,” Buck says, giving him a crinkled-eyed grin. “Chris run out of body wash already?”

Eddie shakes his head.

“No?” Buck asks, curiously. “Then why in the world would you come here on a Saturday when you don’t need to?”

Eddie is quiet for a moment, contemplating how to answer without sounding creepy, before ultimately deciding to just be honest.

“Wanted to see you,” he says, looking everywhere but into Buck’s surprised eyes.

When he dares to look up at Buck, he finds the other man beaming in delight.

“How do you feel about soft pretzels with too much salt?” Buck asks.

“Um,” Eddie says, “positively I guess?”

“Good,” Buck says, looping an arm through Eddie’s and tugging him towards the escalators. “I’ll buy you one.”

Eddie lets himself be led away.

“What do you do?” Buck asks him the third time they’re eating soft pretzels and cheap cheese sauce in the mall food court.

This time, he’s wearing an oversized green hoodie that covers even his long fingers, and he has to push the sleeves up so that he can eat his food. Eddie isn’t sure why he finds that even hotter than the tight t-shirts, but damn it, he does.

“I’m a firefighter,” Eddie says, feeling oddly shy about it suddenly.

Buck, however, just lights up with interest.

“Oh man, that’s so cool!” he says. “I wanted to be a firefighter when I was like 21.”

“Oh?” Eddie asks, eyeing Buck’s buff form. “What stopped you?”

Buck ducks his head before looking back up at Eddie with sad eyes.

“Got in a pretty nasty car accident a few years back, mangled my leg. The doc was surprised they didn’t need to amputate.”

“Shit,” Eddie says.

“Yeah,” Buck agrees. “There is SO much metal in my leg. I guess I’m technically a cyborg now, though, so that’s pretty cool.”

Eddie laughs and nods, besotted. “That is pretty cool,” he agrees. “Did you ever watch Teen Titans? Chris and I used to watch it on weekends when he was little and still wanted to hang out with me.”

“I loved that show!” Buck says, excitedly, before going on a rant about some plot line that Eddie barely remembers.

He just nods along, letting Buck ramble as he watches with a dopey grin.

The fourth time they have pretzels at the mall, Buck follows Eddie out to the parking lot until they’re at Eddie’s truck, and pushes him against it gently as he presses their lips together in a kiss.

Eddie’s brain shuts off in a pleasant way and he sags against the truck, looping his arms around Buck’s waist as he kisses back. Buck sighs against his lips, tickling Eddie’s skin, and he squirms just enough to feel Buck against him, hard and hot and pressing closer every moment.  He knows he should be concerned about being in public, or freaking out about kissing a man for the first time, but he’s throbbing in his jeans and he finds it difficult to think about anything else.

“Fuck,” he says, head titlting back as Buck pulls away to bite down his throat, his hands linked together behind Eddie’s neck.

“Mmhm,” Buck agrees, rubbing against him with intent now, building up a rhythm that Eddie is helpless to deny.

“This is crazy,” Eddies says, when Buck shifts them bodily so that they’re better aligned, “I’m gonna come in my jeans, you lunatic.”

“That’s the idea,” Buck says, before silencing Eddie again with more kissing.

Eddie can feel Buck’s heartbeat thudding rapidly where it’s pressed against his chest, and for some reason he can’t fathom that’s the thing that sets him off. He comes messily into his underwear, feeling gross but blissed out, not even minding the metal digging into most of his body.

Buck whines as he watches Eddie go lax, torn between needing to come and not wanting to rub Eddie raw.

“It’s ok,” Eddie says, using his hands still wrapped around Buck to tug him back, hitching up his leg and hooking his foot around Buck’s knees. “Keep going, I like it. I want you to come, too.”

“Fuck, Eddie,” Buck whimpers. He drops his head down onto Eddie’s shoulder as he ruts against him wildly, rhythm long gone.

“Better hurry,” Eddie teases him quietly, running his nails of one hand up and down Buck’s back. “You don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?”

Buck comes with a groan, and it goes on so long that Eddie is mildly concerned. He looks down at the soaked spot of Buck’s light blue jeans he can’t resist the urge to run his thumb against it, pressing down just enough to make Buck shiver.

“You always come this much?” he asks, bringing his thumb up to his mouth and licking off the taste of salty denim.

Buck shakes his head, still catching his breath and unable to speak.

“Just for me, then?” he asks, smirking as Buck whines again.

Buck grips his hair extra tight in retaliation as they kiss again, and Eddie loses track of the conversation with not even a hint of complaint.

Buck comes over after his shift one night and makes Eddie and Chris the best damn grilled cheeses they’ve ever eaten, then proceeds to get his ass whooped by Chris at Mario Kart, groaning good naturedly as he loses every time.

Chris goes to bed eventually, and Eddie has barely heard his door click shut before he’s on top of Buck, pushing him willingly down onto the couch and crawling on top of him with a grin.

“Clothes stay on,” Buck says, looking towards the hallway nervously.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Obviously,” he says. “I don’t want to scar my kid. But we can do plenty with our clothes on.”

“I do remember the parking lot, yeah,” Buck says giddily, stealing kisses in between Eddie leaving little love bites all over his exposed throat.

“Can I try something?” Eddie asks, pulling away from Buck’s throat to give him a nervous look.

“Of course you can,” Buck says, not caring what it is as long as Eddie gets on with it.

“Good,” Eddie says, before sliding his hand beneath Buck’s sweatpants and underwear and wrapping his fingers around his dick.

“Fuck!” Buck shouts, before freezing and looking around in alarm. “Was that too loud?”

Eddie listens for a long moment, rubbing his thumb along the head of Buck’s cock all the while, before shaking his head.

“We’re good,” he says, “but try to keep it down.”

Buck’s laugh borders on maniacal. “Nothing is staying down while you’re touching me, you asshole.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but continues his tentative exploration anyway, looking down to watch his hand flex underneath Buck’s pants.

“God, you’re as wet as I thought you’d be,” he says reverently. “Does it feel good?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Buck says, gasping back onto the cushion as Eddie jerks him off with wet firm strokes.

“Little bit,” Eddie admits, leaning down to kiss Buck gently even as he speeds up his wrist.

“I can’t wait to suck you off,” Buck says, dreamily, eyes closed and back arching as Eddie tugs him off. He comes a moment later, soaking Eddie’s fingers and the inside of his pants.

Eddie’s eyes are wild as he pulls his hand from Buck’s pants, gleaming and practically dripping with his come. Before Buck can even move to assist, Eddie shoves his come soaked hand into his own sweatpants and barely has time to jerk himself off before he’s coming, his mess joining Buck’s on his hand. Buck watches wide eyed as Eddie catches his breath just enough to pull his hand free and lick a stripe up his own fingers, tasting the combination of them before sticking his fingers fully in his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Am I dead?” Buck asks in a raw voice. “I must have died. From the hotness. Do you think they have gay sex in heaven? They must, if I’m there, I guess.”

“Buck,” Eddie says, laughing as he drops back down to rest along Buck’s body, resting his head on Buck’s shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yessir,” Buck slurs, yawning wide around even that.

“You get twenty minutes to nap,” Eddie says, “and then we’re gonna shower.”

Buck mumbles his assent, and Eddie knows they won’t be moving for at least an hour, but he finds he really can’t be too worried about it.

A year later finds Eddie back at the mall with Buck, but this time as not so inconspicuous chaperones to Chris and his first date.

“When did he grow up?” Eddie whines into Buck’s shoulder as they sit at the food court half a room away from the kids.

“I know, babe, I know,” Buck soothes. “You set him up too well with the body washes. The little ladies couldn’t resist his chocolatey scent.”

Eddie snorts.

“Not helpful, asshole.”

Buck just grins before smacking a kiss loudly onto Eddie’s cheek.

“Love you, too.”

Eddie melts at that, still filled with happy nerves every time Buck says it. He turns his head for a real kiss, the kind that makes everything in his head go quiet and the motion of the world around them go still.

“I love you,” he says quietly, but no less sincerely than Buck.

Buck gives him another short kiss before pulling away so they can continue watching Chris and his date.

“You know,” Eddie says suddenly, “I just remembered when I told Marisol I was bisexual, she was the worst about it, you know?”

“Mmhm,” Buck says, having heard the story before and strongly disliking a woman he’s been lucky enough to never meet.

“I wish I could see her face when I figured out that I was actually so very gay,” Eddie says, cackling at the vision of it all. “She might have had a stroke.”

Buck wraps an arm around his giggling boyfriend and laughs along with him.

They watch their kid stumble through his first date adorably, and for once in his life, Eddie finds himself feeling hopeful about the future.

The End.

[jayden-okayden]

“Can I call you pretty?” Sean Macguire/Reader- SFW

“Sean, Arthur, and Reader go on a run to rob a side business in a high-society bar in Saint Denis, and things go a bit off track. Arthur is caught in the middle of an argument, as usual with the two.”

Howdy! I apologize for not having updated here in a hot minute- but hopefully things are going to start getting back to normal soon. This fic was entirely made because of a conversation a friend and I had about Sean having to wear fancy clothes, so enjoy the 1.6 k words result!!

CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

You and Sean weren’t a couple. Well, not officially, at least. But you flirted on the regular, were together more often than not, and he was almost constantly calling you silly pet names like “Darlin’” and “Sunshine.” When he told you of robbing a fancy saloon, (although you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the idea of a saloon that wasn’t always dirty, with windows and furniture constantly being broken in drunken brawls.) that was a front for money laundering, you agreed to accompany him and Arthur, thinking, what was the worst that could happen?

He even took you into town before hand, “buying” you a nice, new set of clothes. When he rushed out of the store to you and the horses, you simply raised a brow, asking how much the clothes he just got costed, he replied “Oh, right! That’s the ol’ Macguire classic, five-finger-discount!” Much to your amusement. The angry shop-keep suddenly burst out of the store, and you both jumped onto your horses, speeding out of town in record time.

And now here the three of you were, riding into Saint Denis in a stagecoach, dressed in suits that honestly made you laugh when you first saw the other two men wearing them.

When you reached the saloon, you all hopped out, and Sean payed the driver, clapping him on the shoulder before following you and Arthur into the noisy establishment.

You had to admit, the Irish man was right in his description of the place. It was nothing like other saloons. Just from a glance, you could see every person in there had pockets absolutely stuffed with money. Even the music playing was more high-class than other bars, and your fingers itched at the idea of lightening a few patrons wallets.

Arthur seemed to know exactly where your mind was going, and you flinched when he put his hand on your lower back.

“No pickin’ any pockets. We’re goin’ to find a seat, have a drink, and figure out who’s the best to get information from on the back-business.” You sighed, nodding and taking Seans arm to lead him to a table near the back of the saloon.

After around ten minutes of sitting in comfortable silence at your booth, Arthur sat up straighter in his chair, leaning forward to you and the gingers side of the table.

“Man in a white blazer, over there. He’s been going back and forth from the bar to the hallway into the kitchen. He’s definitely not a cook or staff. He came out once with his arm around a younger mans waist.” He whispered, and glanced at you with a look you knew all too well.

“Wha- No. I’m not doing that again.” You hissed, and the brunette took to a more pleading expression.

“I ain’t! Last time I did, I ended up getting two of the buttons on my shirt ripped off, AND a bite on my throat that forced me to wear a scarf for nearly a week and a half in the dead of summer!” You snapped, and Arthur sighed.

“Please? I wouldn’t ask if I had another idea.” He implored, and when you looked to Sean for a bit of help, the fool just looked away, tapping his fingers against the table edge. You huffed dramatically, standing up from your chair suddenly.

“Fine. But you both owe me.”

Sean thought it would be easy. He thought he could just sit in his seat and not worry. But now he felt guilty, and he found himself glancing toward the saloon doors every five seconds. You and the suspect had vanished into the back of the establishment after only like, ten minutes of you chatting him up at the bar counter. Now we were at eight minutes and twenty seven seconds of you being (presumably) alone with him, and the Irish man found himself getting closer and closer to barging in, guns blazing. His leg was bouncing incessantly, and no matter what he told himself, all he could think about was “what if he just sent you into the lions den?”

Arthur kept calming him down, but that didn’t matter one bit when he heard something slam in another room. Shooting up from his seat, he took off toward the doors, relieved that Arthur didn’t seem interested in stopping him.

Throwing the door to the back room open, Sean felt a wave of relief flood over him when he saw you standing over the man you left with, holding a bloodied knife as you smoothed out your dress shirt that was almost halfway undone. He rushed to your side, and you looked up, wiping the blood from your lip.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about me Macguire.” You hummed, smirking at the redhead as he scoffed and turned to search for the money. You grinned, clearing your throat and holding up a stack of cash triumphantly.

“And as usual, I’m one step ahead of you.” You continued, and Sean grunted in response, crossing his arms as you divvied out the money to the other two men, giving the gangs share to Arthur to bring back to Dutch. You glanced at Sean again, and took note of his sour expression.

“What’s got your drawers in a twist, Macguire?” You asked, tilting your head to catch his eye. Sean huffed, running his hands through his hair.

“I just don’t understand why we couldn’t have just come back here when no one was watchin’, eh?” He snapped, and you jumped back as he waved his arms to exaggerate his displeasure.

“Ye’ dinna’ need to do all that whorin’ when we could’ve done it just as easily together! Makes a man wonder if you’re really all’at’ put off by it.” He finished, and you froze, eyebrows shooting up as you stared incredulously at him.

“I beg your pardon? You addle-headed Irish prick! I only did it because Morgan goddamn told me to!” You shouted, getting in his face. To your right, you heard Arthur clearing his throat quietly. The redhead scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m sure ye’ would do whatever he wanted if it was Morgan tellin’ ya’! You’ll do anythin’ to get a good fuck, eh?” The words barely left Seans mouth when your fist connected with his jaw, resulting in a satisfying crunch before he was knocked backwards onto the floor. He yelped, and grabbed his cheek in his hand while looking up at you furiously. You sneered, spitting at his feet and speaking.

“Find yer’ own way home, you fuckin’ pig. Arthur and I are gettin’ a stage back for ourselves.” You snarled, turning and leaving him on the ground as you urged the other outlaw out of the room.

The coach ride to where you left the horses was entirely silent, and Arthur only spoke up while you were leading your horses into a trot.

“Can I offer some friendly advice?” He asked quietly, and you took a calming breath before responding with a “depends.”

“I think you should talk to Sean later. He only yelled at you like that because he was worried sick about’chu when we were waitin’ to come get ya’.” He suggested gently, and you clenched your jaw.

“I ain’t sayin’ what he said was okay, but there’s more goin’ on than just him bein’ an ass.”

“I no longer want your advice, Arthur.” You replied, and you heard an exasperated sigh over the sound of your horses hooves hitting the dirt road.

“Just think about it, alright? He cares about you. That much is clear as day.” He finished, and you rode back into Shady Belle in silence.

You had been sitting with Arthur, Charles, and Tilly around the campfire for about thirty minutes when Sean finally arrived back, and when you saw who it was, you turned back in your seat so quickly you felt like you nearly snapped your neck. (As much of an exaggeration as that is.)

Sean of course, came over to the group before long, and you stood from your seat with an unintentionally(?) loud, inconvenienced sigh. You ignored the look Arthur gave you, making your way to your tent.

Just as you unfastened the flaps, a hand was on your shoulder, and you turned to see Sean standing behind you, a guilty look on his face.

“What?”

“Er- I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier.” He said quietly, looking at the ground. You raised a brow, and he continued.

“I dinna’ mean to insult ye’, I was just so worried about what was goin’ on while you were alone with that pig. That’s not to excuse what I did, but I just wanted to let ye’ know that..” You stared at the redhead while he trailed off, waiting.

“Know what?”

“That I.. care.. for ye’. Differently than the rest of these fellers’. I see them as brothers, but with you..” You grinned as he trailed off again, and stepped closer to press a kiss to his lips.

“I fancy you too, Sean.” You hummed as you pulled away, and had to stifle a laugh at the star-struck expression he now wore. Backing into your tent, the laugh bubbled out as he nearly tripped following you, securing the tent behind himself.

You took his hand, kissing him again.

“Yer’ very pretty, darlin’. Er- can I call you pretty? Is that weird to call a man pretty?” He asked, nervously stumbling over his words in a way that warmed your heart.

“Sean?” You cut off his rambling, and he started, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

[universitypenguin]

What does a regular weekend look like for princess and Lloyd? Are they the type to try out new restaurants that open up in town or are they more inclined to go to the mall and do some damage at the shops (me thinks Lloyd likes to spoil princess rotten so he doesn’t mind dropping any amount on her 🥰🥰) or maybe they’d do something romantic like get couples massages, etc 🥰🥰

On the weekend, Lloyd does like to hit the shops.

It’s obvious from the way he dresses that Lloyd Hansen is a bit of a clothes horse. Nothing pleases him more than a new shirt, pair of shoes, or piece of jewelry. He grew up in a rural area where there wasn’t much offered in the way of fashion, which is why he enjoys retail therapy so much nowadays. His favorite shops are Hart Schaffner & Marx, Tom Ford, Ralph Lauren, Balmain, Loro Piana, and Brunello Cucinelli.

What he really likes, though, is taking Princess along on his shopping excursions.

Lloyd’s initial plan was for the outing to be an indulgence for her, but he quickly realizes that’s not how she operates. Princess is the kind of person who window shops, thinks about her options, reconsiders, goes back and tries it again, and then if she still likes the item, she buys it. He thinks this is an insane way to shop. She informs him that this process ensures that she wears everything she owns, loves the clothing she actually buys, and rarely has to clean out her closet. Still horrified, Lloyd offers her the services of his professional organizer, at his expense. He has someone come in every couple of years and do a closet reset. They even handle the donations. Princess is shocked to discover that kind of service exists. Because it’s hard to persuade Princess to buy, shopping trips usually end up in the men’s stores.

Lloyd is charmed to realize that Princess has excellent taste in men’s fashion. She knows the difference between a New York and Chicago fit suit. Her eye for color helps pick the best tie and shirt combo. She also coordinates jewelry with the outfit’s color palette. Lloyd previously relied on fashion magazines to direct him on how to mix patterns and textures, but she does it naturally. He has to admit, he looks even better than when he takes her input.

Aside from clothing, the kind of shopping he loves most with Princess is jewelry shopping. Lloyd enjoys his rings, watches, tie clips, cufflinks, and even the odd necklace now and again. But the real reason jewelry shopping is his favorite is because of the store layout. You see, the men’s jewelry is located in the back, and the more popular women’s jewelry is kept at the front. Therefore it’s only natural that after walking in, you should stop by the display case at the front. Lloyd insists on it. He keeps a tally of what you’re drawn to, which cuts, color of gemstone, and metal tones. Jewelry isn’t something you buy for yourself very often. So, he makes it a point to give you these things, and he needs the data provided by these visits to choose well. He gets Princess jewelry on your anniversary, birthday, Christmas, Valentine’s day, and at least twice a year for no particular reason.

Lloyd is also a dedicated fitness junkie. Princess… isn’t. She’s willing to hit the gym on occasion, but it’s pretty much based on whether or not she feels like it. Lloyd prefers to exercise outdoors whenever possible. He usually jogs the Mount Vernon trail near his house. To accommodate their divergent interests, he rents Princess a bike. Lloyd jogs fast but with the advantage of wheels it’s easy for her to keep up.

Another thing they like to do on the weekends is go to Lloyd’s cabin. He likes having a place out of the city away from other people. It reminds him of where he lived growing up and he thrives on the peaceful isolation of the woods. Not having neighbors also gives the advantage of not needing to worry about how loud you were… Once that idea sinks in and you cut loose, Lloyd really wants to go to the cabin. Almost every weekend. Of course, you do other things at the cabin too, besides having sex marathons. You take short day hikes, go stargazing, and use the firepit to make s’mores.

Lloyd is a great cook. Princess isn’t.

To try and even up their skills they sign up for a Saturday evening cooking class. This gives Lloyd plenty of time to golf in the morning, hangout with his friends, and relax before they go. After the class, Princess can at least say she knows how to cook. When Lloyd goes on a business trip without her, she won’t be eating out every night. However, there’s clearly one person in their relationship who enjoys cooking, and whenever possible it’s him doing it. Princess happily does the dishes after Lloyd makes her dinner, because who wouldn’t be glad to be doing only half the chores they regularly had to? Plus, she’s eating better than she ever has in her life.

Cooking isn’t the only interest Lloyd brought back from Europe. He likes wine. One of his favorite spots is Tarara Vineyard in Leesburg. He likes the Jefferson Vineyard in Charlottesville and takes Princess on weekend trips to Rhode Island and upstate New York. He enjoys the wine tastings, while Princess is in it for the free gourmet lunch. Now, wine tastings are a bit rich for Princess’ blood. She mostly enjoys them because Lloyd’s commentary and reactions are so amusing. Her view on wine is less adventurous than his. She likes what she likes and that’s what she’d prefer, thank you very much.

What she does like are bookstores, record stores, and coffee shops. She has her own record player and a small but growing collection of vinyl records. Princess loves to visit art galleries and natural history museums, particularly the ones that have lots of fossils. Botanical gardens are high on her list. She goes to the D.C. gardens at least once a month to sit and relax. She’s gone to the Tudor Place gardens, which were established by Martha Washington, to the Meadowlark gardens, and visited the botanical gardens in Richmond.

For a simple low-key weekend at home, though, her perfect day would start with going to the farmer’s market with Lloyd. They buy fresh produce and have a picnic in the park, followed by a movie night. On other low-key weekends, Princess likes to be pampered. She enjoys going to the spa with Lloyd for couples massages, facials, and mani/pedis. Princess gets a body polish treatment and wax, while Lloyd has some minor laser resurfacing done.

He might only be forty-two, but prison ages you. Lloyd Hansen won’t be caught with premature fine lines and wrinkles, thank you very much!