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shelbystales · 1 year ago

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Ceramic Lessons - Part Eight

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Warning: swearing, fluff and mention of drugs

A/n: hey guys! please don’t forget to let me know what you think! Hope you like it.

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The next day you woke up with no news from Cillian. But still, the day was sunny and warm, a good day to be alive, to stand up from the bed and go live another day, you thought as you stretched watching the view from your bedroom window.

You got ready to go to your morning jog, enjoying your free time from classes. Not that you don’t like being a teacher. But it’s so good to have some time to yourself.

As you ran you made your way to the beach to admire the people around. The beach was noisy and filled with people and their dogs. You smiled admiring the simple things, the kids laughed as the dog fetched the ball inside the ocean, the little girl running after her mom, the young playing volleyball and a couple nested close together. You breathed in the ocean breeze and continued your race.

After quite some time you returned home and took a relaxing shower.

You jumped on the couch with your notebook and began drawing some piece ideas for your next collection until the intercom buzzed. You made your way to it and pressed the button

“Who 's it?” you asked

“Me, mon amour!” a familiar voice answered

“Bela?!” you asked happily

“Yes, now let your sister in!! I’m sweating as a horse out here” she demanded

You quickly allowed her passage inside the building with the click of another button and in a few seconds she was at your door.

You hugged her tightly “I don't want to let go” you said, your words muffled in her hair.

“I’m afraid you have too because I need to pee asap. Unless you like me too pee on your floor” she joked

“No, I'm good,” you said, unhugging her and letting her inside to rush to the bathroom.

Isabela emerged from the bathroom with a dramatic sigh of relief, and you both settled into the familiar comfort of your living room. She looked around, taking in the sketches scattered on the coffee table.

"Still working on your pottery empire, I see," Isabela teased, settling onto the couch.

You chuckled, joining her. "Always. So, what brings you here? Not that I'm complaining. It's a pleasant surprise."

Isabela flashed a mischievous smile. "Well, my dear, I happen to be in town for a few days. Work-related stuff. And I thought, why not drop by and check on my favorite sister?"

You grinned. "Lucky me."

Isabela shared more details about her recent adventures in Paris, the bustling fashion scene, and the eccentric characters she had encountered in the city of love. As she told you her stories, you fetched her some water and some snacks.

As you listened to her animated stories, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for your sister's accomplishments.

Isabela's vibrant energy filled the room, a stark contrast from you.

Isabela, with her flamboyant personality and penchant for drama, was like a burst of color in a room, drawing attention effortlessly. Her stories of high-fashion escapades and eccentric characters filled the air with an infectious enthusiasm. She possessed an outward, effervescent charm that charmed everyone around her.

You, on the other hand, were the quiet force, absorbing the energy around you and channeling it into your art. Your introspective nature allowed you to delve deep into your creative process, finding inspiration in the subtle nuances of everyday life. But you were not entirely introverted, you are not shy or anything like it. On the contraire, you like being around people and socializing, but maybe after many years in therapy you learned to love yourself to a point where you prefer your company over anyone else’s.

While Isabela sparkled like a firework, you were the steady glow of a candle, radiating warmth and depth.

"But how long are you planning to stay?" you asked randomly as Isabela finished a story about peacocks. You loved your sister, but sometimes she was too much for you, so staying too long with her could be a challenge.

"Jesus. Already kicking me out, sis? I can go stay with mom and dad," she said, her mouth full of peanuts.

"I wasn't kicking you out. I just have to plan," you shrugged.

"Right, I don't know. I think I’ll leave Thursday, so... four days," she counted on her fingers. "Can you house me for four days?"

"Of course," you smiled.

"And how is life here? How are your classes going?" she asked with a gentle glare.

"All good. All are filled. I don't have any more free spots," you shared, your gaze drifting to the sketches scattered on the table. "I've been caught up with my pottery classes, and I must admit I love it. But I’ve been taking some projects aside. I am currently making some pieces for a new hotel."

“Uh, that's fancy! And oh my god, it's incredible to not have any empty spots! I’m so proud,” she declared, making you smile genuinely.Isabela leaned in, genuine curiosity in her eyes. "Tell me more about your life here. Any exciting developments, intriguing characters, or perhaps a dirty romance?"

You chuckled at her dramatic flair. "No dirty romance, Bela.It's not as exciting as your Parisian escapades. Just the usual pottery classes and some interesting students."

She raised an eyebrow. "Interesting students, you say? Anyone caught your eye? A man perhaps?"

“How do you do that?” you asked.

“Do what?” she asked, confused.

“Read between the lines,” you asked curiously. She shrugged and drank her water. “Oooh,” your mouthed, connecting the dots. “Mom told you.”

“She did. Now tell me, how is he? Is he really that nice? Can a Hollywood star be nice?” she shifted on her spot.

“Cillian is great, he’s nice,” you smiled.

“Oh, come on, give me more! Do I have to beg?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Fine, fine.. He's down-to-earth, genuine, and surprisingly humble. Fame hasn't gone to his head, as far as i’ve seen. He's been through a lot, dealing with his ex-wife and son, but he's handling it with grace. And he seems like a great dad."

Isabela leaned back, processing the information. "Well, color me impressed, sis. You've managed to snag yourself a celebrity. I can't wait to meet him. But spill the details, sis! What's he like when the cameras are off? How’ve met?"

You leaned in conspiratorially. "He's just like anyone else. We met in class, his sister is my student. she constantly spoke about him, until one day she brought him in. He has gorgeous eyes and smells great. We've had dinner dates, beach dates.. three dates at total. No drama aside from his ex."

“That she is a crazy one, right?” Isabela interrupted with a smirk as you looked at her puzzled. “Oh come on, when mom told me who you were dating, I had to google!”

You frowned at her. “Really, what did you find?”

“Oh god, you never googled him?” she asked, shocked.

“Didn't want to invade his privacy, or know more than I should. I'd rather learn about him from himself.”

She rolled her eyes. “For fuck's sake, that's so you... well, for your knowledge, I didn't find much. He has done an incredible job at keeping his life to himself. BUT, I can't say the same about her. Do you wanna see her Instagram? It's a crazy person’s Instagram,” she said, already picking up her phone and showing it to you.

You hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, curiosity getting the better of you. Isabela handed you her phone, displaying a colorful and chaotic Instagram profile.

"There she is," Isabela pointed at a picture of Cillian's ex-wife, her feed filled with flashy and attention-grabbing posts. You scrolled through, feeling a mix of surprise and unease.

"Wow, she really puts everything out there, doesn't she?" you commented, slightly taken aback by a seminude picture with ‘DREAM OF ME’ written on her chest.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort seeing such a public display of someone who played a significant role in Cillian's past. You handed Isabela's phone back.

Isabela laughed, "Oh, you have no idea. She's like a whole reality show in one person. her Storys are unique and the captions! ‘you know you want me’ or ‘anybody ready for a good time?’ “ she mocked as she read, making you feel embarrassed for her. “You'd think she's a problematic influencer, not someone's ex-wife… not someone’s mom. I bet in a few months she will create an OnlyFans account"

“For real?”

“Yes, look at her” she showed you the phone again

"Well, she certainly knows how to make a statement," you said, still processing what you had just seen.

Isabela shrugged, her eyes fixed on the screen "Cillian made a wise choice moving on,” she remarked casually, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalance.

You silently agreed, wondering if she was always the same character she seemed to be today.

The conversation sort of ended, and you helped your sister settle into your guest bedroom, all while continuing your discussion.

She had some work to do on her computer, and later that day, you both found yourselves sitting together on the couch, debating over what to eat and what to watch. The various food options displayed on the screen made the decision a tough one.

Just as you were about to settle on a choice, your phone buzzed, and Cillian's name lit up the screen. Isabela's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, look who it is!” she almost screamed.

A warm smile spread across your face, and you accepted the call. "Hey, you," you greeted.

"Hey there," Cillian's voice echoed through the phone.

"Hi! Perfect timing. We were just trying to decide on dinner," Isabela yelled to your ear, making you quickly stand from the couch and walk inside your bedroom for some privacy.

“Who was that?” Cillian asked after giving a prolonged laugh.

“My sister,” you answered, closing the door and jumping onto your bed.

“Oh, I can call you another time,�� he suggested.

“No, it 's ok. How are you?”

“Good, relaxed. Had a good day. You?” he sighed as if he was sitting down.

“Me too. Normal day. My sister surprised me with her visit.”

“You don't sound so happy about that,” he chuckled.

“No, don't get me wrong. I love her so much... but she is too much for my ears to handle all day long. And she is staying until Thursday,” you explained.

“Is she the one that lives in Paris?”

“The one and only.”

“Ah, there is an example of an overrated city,” he teased, his voice carrying a playful tone as he chuckled on the other end of the line. "I'd love to hear more about her. I know from experience that sisters can be quite entertaining"

You chuckled, realizing that your sister's vibrant personality was indeed something to behold. "Oh, she's entertaining, alright. We are about to order in, you can join if you want”

“Oh, y/n. You have no idea how much I would love to, but I have Lukas and we already ate some spaghetti” he said, sounding a bit frustrated.

Cillian's mention of Lukas brought a smile to your face. "Spaghetti sounds good. How is he doing by the way?"

"He 's doing great. Today we went to my brother’s house. He played with his cousins all day, just put him to bed” Cillian replied, the fondness for his son evident in his voice.

“Good. I was worried”

“I can imagine” he sighed and after a few seconds in silence he finally let it out “His mom is using again”

You closed your eyes, not wanting to hear what he just said “I’m so sorry”

“Yeah. Me too. I’ll have to go to court this week” he inhaled and exhaled “I wish i could hold you right now”

“Me too” you smiled “I could make you some hot chocolate, because it warms the heart” you said and he chuckled

“I would love some hot chocolate”

“You could live closer, not almost half an hour” you complained

“I’ll be calling a real estate agent tomorrow to fix that” he said, making you giggle “we should have dinner here. you can meet Lukas”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want him to meet you”

“And I him”

“Just gotta give him some time. He’s a little upset about not being allowed to see his mom for a while. How about saturday?”

“Saturday is great, but in the meantime you could pass by…”

“We can have lunch anytime you want, Lukas eats at school”

“Tuesday?”

“It’s a date”

“No, my sister will join us, so... not a date…” You chuckled

“Okay, I can't wait to meet her”

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evie-lives-here · 1 year ago

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The Swarming Incident

Note: Hello! So this is the first fanfic I'm working on; I was fucking around reading another fic when I thought it would be cute to make a fic where there is a fourth daughter that had recently come out of transformation and is maybe struggling with her swarming abilities? Not quite getting it yet. Also, I thought it would be cool if she had something other than blowflies. I'm definitely taking inspiration from the fic where it was fruit flies instead. So, we will be exploring how this works. I will be taking some creative liberties with how the hive mind works. So I hope this goes well. Anyway, enjoy.

word count: 1428

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This is the worst day of my life! Considering I was only born only a few days ago, it is entirely accurate. I pace angrily in the main hall, thinking of how to swarm. I was tired of hearing my sisters and mother say it would eventually come to me. I want to be free so badly! My skin feels like it's crawling, like I have life underneath my skin, ready to burst free.

I whined out loud for the third time. Bela, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace with tea and a good book, sighs and shuts her book, setting it aside with her tea, and stands up.

"Young one, please do not try and rush yourself…" she begins walking over to me. My hackles raise, already knowing what she will say. The crawling feeling under my skin strengthens as she says it with gentleness and wisdom. "The process of morphing into a swarm is an incredibly difficult one and requires patience. Remember what Mother said: "Patience is a virtue, not a burden." keep trying, sister, and you shall succeed. It took me two whole months to finally swarm fully."

I turn around quickly and whine loudly again, stomping my feet childishly. My body is still tiny and frail, recovering from the cadou. It is somewhat toned but is still getting used to itself. My hair is deep black, not unlike my mother's. But unlike my mother, my eyes are blueish silver. My mother says they can become steely and cold in half a second.

"But I wanna swarm now! My skin feels so itchy!" I say, whining and pouting

"Don't you think I was the same when I woke up? Do you think I did not whine for two months until I finally swarmed? Of course I did! We all went through this, Elena. You are not unique in your experience. So keep trying and stop whining, or I'll tell Mother you're rushing again!" She stands tall and glares, attempting to intimidate me again.

Instead of backing down like usual, I puff up angrily, the buzzing under my skin becoming practically unbearable. My ears start to ring as I stare Bela directly in the eye. I growl lowly and feel the buzzing come to a head.

Belas POV

I feel a bit shocked when Elena stands her ground. Her eyes have become the steely, cold blue I know from her. I feel myself shiver a little; the coldness in her eyes makes me think of the freezing coldness in the winter. I shake the thoughts away as I notice her body start to swarm, almost making her look bigger and taller than me. I step backward, a bit frighted by the display. It doesn't sound like their sisters, either. It sounds sharper, angrier, louder. Whatever the insects are, they create a very dark black cloud, filling the space around us quickly.

"Elena! Control yourself! You are making a mess of yourself!" I say, trying to be stern, but my voice wavers as I only see the cloud spread, blocking out the light from the fireplace and chandelier, blacking out the room entirely.

I feel tiny legs crawl onto my arm, look down, and see a small group of weirdly colored insects, about 12. I finally looked at the bug, realizing she wasn't made of blowflies but European hornets. I look at the small bugs in fascination. I noticed their coloration was odd: navy blue, black, and gray with similar markings to the normal hornets. Some were different than others 6 of the 12 had blue diamonds on the abdomen, which was odd. The 6 odd ones crawl to the center of my hand while the others inch around mindlessly. They look up at me, and I move my hand to be level with my face. They start buzzing and moving their wings, and I can easily recognize these movements as her sisters, and I do it to communicate in fly form.

What the actual fuck! I don't know–

The buzzing gets jumbled, and her wing's movements clumsy, making it hard to understand

"Do you want me to get mother?"

The small collection of hornets becomes frantic, making it impossible to understand as I start to realize the ones with the diamonds on her abdomen are her consciousness.

I swarm the insects on my hand, now taking flight as I go to find our mother.

I ended up in the countess study, not bothering to knock, basically busting in the door, causing Mother to look up from her work, unimpressed as I reformed.

"Bela! It is unbecoming of a lady to not knock. I wouldn't expect this from you. Maybe Elena or Daniela–"

"Mother, now is not the time to rant about my manners. Elena is in trouble."

Mother's eyes glow, and she stands quickly at the news her newest child is in harm's way.

"Take me to her now."

I nod and swarm quickly, taking off Mother not far behind her long strides, making it easy for her to keep up with me. I make it to the foyer balcony; the room is very dark, with just a black undulating ball taking up the center, an almost deafening buzzing sound filling it.

Mother looks over the balcony and says, "That's Elena?" I nod and go down the stairs as best I can through the swarm. The six main bugs found my hand again, frantically buzzing.

How do I change back??

"Mother will know." I see her behind me in the mess of hornets. I'm lost on what to do, having never had a swarm like this one. It made me wonder what the experiment changed to make her like this.

Mother walks to the swarm's center, and I follow her, taking her hand and gently putting the 6 of the bugs into her large hand.

"This is her."

Mother looks slightly surprised but doesn't waste time putting them level with her face, eyeing the frantic insects.

"Listen to me, copilul meu mommy's here, and everything will be alright." Mother stops and then starts softly humming a lullaby she made for us. She would sing to us when we had nightmares or to be comforting.

“Culca-te, puiut micut,

Culca-te si te abua

Pâna mâine-n dalba ziua.

Si te culca si adormi

Pâna mâine-n dalbe zori.

Doina din ce s-o facut ?

Dintr-o gura de mic prunc.

L-o lasat maica dormind,

L-o aflat doina zicând.

Abua – bua – bua,

Abua, tucu-l maica,

Nu te teme tu de zmei,

I-a goni maica pe ei.

Puisor cu ochi de mure,

Maica-i dusa la padure,

Ti-a aduce gatejoare

Si ti-a face scovergioare.”

Slowly, as her humming turns to singing, the buzzing quiets and the hornets take flight, flying down and forming a clump in the arms of Mother. That clump forms slowly into Elena, her going limp against Mother, swaying in time with her relaxing to the sound of the lullaby. Finally, the room has its light back as Elena sighs happily as the song finishes.

Mother smiles down upon Elena with a look of pride. “Well done draga mea”

I finally relax, walking over.

"Elena, I'm sorry for angering and invalidating you and causing this mess… I should have been more understanding."

She smiles tiredly at me. "No, it's okay. I need to learn to be patient. I shouldn't have been trying to force it."

I scoop her up in a hug of my own. "I'm so proud of you."

I hear mothers' delighted hum and feel her strong arms wrapping around us. "I am proud of both of you for apologizing to each other and asking for help when you need it. Especially you, Bela. I know how hard it is for you sometimes. And my dear Elena, I'm proud of you for being able to reflect and apologize for your wrongdoing."

Eventually, the hug ends, and we pull away. Elena yawned, rubbing her eyes tiredly, causing Mother to scoop her up gently. "I think I will be putting this little one to bed. That was a big step, and it's always exhausting to swarm your first time. I remember when you swarmed for the first time, Bela, you were so excited." Mother smiles softly at the memory before kissing me gently on my tattoo and walking upstairs. I hum quietly and wonder if I can call Mother Miranda and ask for some of her experiment notes to help my sister learn faster. I hum and swarm off, wondering how Mother Miranda would react to the swarming incident.

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Well, I hope I didn't go to OOC because I was trying my hardest. I hope this was enjoyable. I will post some art soon in inspiration for the story, so enjoy it when it comes out.

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nav-iiee · 4 months ago

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BIGBOYS (working title)

Hello everyone! Naviiee here. I think its high time to bring back this account for blogs and updates regarding this original write-up called "BigBoys (working title)"! I'm currently working on this on my free time and the draft you're about to see is in script form so I hope you enjoy!

gatack gif as he and the other kabuto riders serve as an inspiration for the design of one of the characters

BigBoys: Song #1 “It’s all that I wanted. / Entitlement.”

IN. BEA’S APARTMENT COMPLEX - MORNING

Sun glare hits Bea Landers’ eye. She rises up from bed

BEA LANDERS: “Room 71, keys with me, socks are on, bass ready, it’s time to go now I think.”

NARRATOR: “This is Miss Bea Landers, a recently graduated college student fresh off the hooks and found a job she’s always wanted, be a band member.”

Camera pans to multiple angles of her crossing the street with her stuff

NARRATOR: “She’s always lived life by herself, she’s so calm and collected she’s pretty much forgotten most of her past life.”

She arrives to the studio

IN. STUDIO.

Band is setting up their instruments. Bea Landers is setting up her bass, Gale Blanco is setting up his guitar, Remy Williams is setting up the drums, and Eri Takeshi is setting up her keyboard.

ERI: “So so happy to finally have you here Bea!”

Applause from the band

BEA: “Thank you everyone, I’m happy to have you guys accept me as your bassist!”

Bea bows down in an act of respect

REMY: “Dude what are you? Japanese?”

Room bursts with laughter

BEA: “Ah! Kinda…”

NARRATOR: “She isn’t actually Japanese, nor is her family.”

GALE: “Alright, since we’ve finally found the bassist we’ve been looking for, how about we introduce ourselves?”

Band agrees, Bea just looks at the three of them with a gleaming look on her face

ERI: “Hello Bea! My name is Eri Takeshi! I’m this band’s keyboardist! You can talk to me about whatever’s happening in your life!”

REMY: “I’m Remy Williams, I’m this band’s drummer, and I like video games and movies, my favorite is probably the first Alien movie. I play a bit of Pokémon too.”

Bea then glances at Gale with a smile

GALE: “Hi there, I’m Gale, I’m this band’s guitarist.”

BEA (VO): “Wow… He’s pretty cool, his smooth hair, the calm clothes he’s wearing, he’s totally my type!”

BEA: “Hello everyone! Um… I’m Bea Landers, I am your bassist!”

REMY: “Dude you’ve already told us your name…”

BEA: “But I don't want to ruin the flow!”

ERI: “You’re pretty funny Bea, you should replace the role of the band clown since Remy sucks at doing that job.”

REMY: “When was I the band clown?”

GALE: “Guys, guys. Calm down for a bit. Let’s give a decent environment for our little Bea here.”

Banter then subsides.

Much later on we then move to a discussion that they have together as a band, with Bea in the discussion.

GALE: “Y’know this band name discussion is really getting to my head.”

REMY: “I told you we should’ve gone for Good Morning, Sleeping Lions!”

ERI: “That’s too long, idiot!”

GALE: “Eri’s right, it seems far too long for people to remember. How about you Bea? Any suggestions?”

BEA: “I do have one, It’s -”

IN. BACKSTAGE

Rapid cut to a discussion with the stage producers.

GALE: “BigBoys. B-I-G-B-O-Y-S. No spaces, the B’s are capitalized.”

REMY: “I still think we should have done Good Morning, Sleeping Lions…”

ERI: “Start your own band then…”

BEA: “Now’s not the right time for fighting, we’ve got a performance to do…”

REMY: “Never knew you had that in you too Bea! Also, I’m mad impressed! You were in this band 2 months ago and now you’re performance ready!”

GALE: “I knew she was performance ready when I talked to her”

BEA (VO): Looks back “GOD HE'S SO COOL”

BEA: “Thanks Gale…”

STAGE ANNOUNCER: “And now I welcome to the stage, BigBoys! Spelled with no spaces and capitalized B’s”

GALE: “That’s our cue! Go!”

IN. STAGE

GALE: “Hello everyone! We are BigBoys, we are here to sing a few songs for you guys and, uhh…, yeah, hit it.”

REMY: “1, 2, 3, 4!”

Entitlement starts playing. https://www.bandlab.com/post/8dcb5bc3-0362-ef11-bdfd-000d3a425266

GALE:

“I saw the reflection of my face in your eyes

I don't look fine

but you insist me with a smile”

Bea takes a few glances at Gale.

BEA (VO): “I wish he could get to see my face with a smile”

Song finishes with a lick coming from Bea, crowd applauses.

UNKNOWN VOICE: “You won’t be able to do that, Bea.”

BEA: “Huh?”

An ominous female figure walks out of the shadows

UNKNOWN WOMAN: “I will make you realize what you’re doing is absolutely wrong!”

The unknown woman snaps back at Bea with long purple whips that resemble rope, they’re coming straight out of her dress

PURPLE ROPE LADY: “Your feelings will always be wrong, because he isn’t for you!”

BEA: “Wha-? You know?”

Bea dodges an attack but still gets blown away by the explosion coming from her whip

As the crowd escapes Gale hides in the crowd and pulls out a strange object in his pocket

GALE: “This can’t be helped then…”

The strange object grows bigger and wraps around his waist

THE STRANGE BELT THING: “TELLER MACHINE!!!”

GALE: “GOD WHEN WILL YOU BE QUIET?!?!”

The crowd stops and steps away to reveal Gale with the strange device wrapped around his waist

GALE: “Uhh… Hi Bea! Hi Natalie…”

The crowd shifts their focus onto both Bea and Natalie who are now on the stage fighting, Natalie has Bea wrapped around with her purple ropes

NATALIE: “Oh!… Gale… Great seeing you here… hehe”

BEA: “Uhh I don’t want to interrupt the reunion but can you please let me go?”

NATALIE: “NO! I want you to see your very own mistakes! I want you to stay away from that man you’re thinking about!”

BEA: “How do you know who I’m thinking about?”

NATALIE: “Our group, the 5 OF HEARTS, know every single move you make, even the ones you don’t take…”

BEA: “Are you guys that obsessed with me?”

Natalie throws Bea away, and then approaches her

NATALIE: “You’ll know why we’re doing this, you’ll even become one of us!”

GALE: “Natalie, stop! If this is about our recent break up then I should be the one you have your sights on, leave Bea out of this.”

BEA (VO): “God he’s so cool!”

NATALIE: “Hmm… Fine then. I also have some unfinished business with you.”

Natalie sets her sights on Gale, with a sinister look on her face

NATALIE: “YOU WILL DIE WITH YOUR HEAVY SINS STRAPPED TO YOUR BACK.”

GALE: “Ehh??? Can I at least count them up first?”

NATALIE: "YOU WILL COUNT THEM UP IN HELL YOU SCUMBAG!!!"

Gale pulls out a weird credit card straight out of his pocket

GALE: “Ryoukin Henge!”

Gale slides the weird credit card into the Teller Machine Driver

TELLER MACHINE: “Transaction Complete.”

A bright light shines from the belt, revealing Gale in light green and yellow armor.

GALE: “Golden Fighter, Gale!”

NATALIE: “I know this trick of yours already!!!”

Natalie rushes towards Gale with extreme speed. They both exchange blows.

NATALIE: “You persistent @*#&%!!!”

Natalie continues to pressure Gale with her whips, Gale guards himself and pushes himself into a corner, He rolls away

GALE: “You leave me no choice Natalie”

Gale pulls out the weird credit card and slides it into the Teller Machine twice

TELLER MACHINE: “Punch, Transaction Complete.”

Gale punches Natalie, knocking her out in front of Bea

NATALIE: “You should… run away… too…”

Natalie suddenly disappears and coins fall out of the sky, Gale detransforms and runs towards Bea

GALE: “Only 12 bucks? Dang... anyways, are you alright Bea?”

BEA: “What the hell was that?”

ERI: “Comes out of hiding together with Remy, We got some explaining to do…”

In. ERI’S HOUSE.

ERI: “That was Gale’s specially made Golden Armor, he has to pay a fortune every time he uses it.”

GALE: “Fortunately, my dad aided in its creation, he’s basically helped me pay every fight I use it with. But, I also have to pay for it some way, so, here’s the band”

BEA: “Do all of you know about this?”

GALE: “Yes, Remy knew much later though.”

BEA: “Those 5 OF HEARTS, they seem to know my every move…”

GALE: “I’ve never heard of this group, all I’ve been doing with the Golden Armor was to aid the police in shootouts and other stuff.”

BEA: “They seem to have a connection to you too.”

GALE: “Yea, Natalie, she was my ex. She left on her own around like, 6 months ago.”

REMY: “How many exes have you had?”

GALE: “Around five?”

REMY: “No way, this is exactly like Scott Pilgrim!”

ERI: “Remy this is not the time to make obscure movie references!”

REMY: “Guys, hear me out first, okay?”

The band moves in a bit closer to listen to Remy

REMY: “In Scott Pilgrim, Scott was dating this girl named Ramona, but in order to date her peacefully, Scott had to defeat her seven evil exes… Maybe what we are facing now is a Scott Pilgrim situation!”

ERI: “That’s a fictional story! No way that’s real”

BEA: “No, it is real. Scott Pilgrim is a real dude, look him up.”

Eri hastily searches on her computer to find any related stories of Scott

ERI: “No way… The movie is based on a true story?”

REMY: “Yup, but the seven evil exes thing was more or less an exaggeration, yes there were powers but they seldom fought… except for Gideon, they fought with Gideon”

BEA: “So if they know about my thoughts and moves, then they know about my crush with Gale?”

EMI AND REMY (TOGETHER): “YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON GALE?!?!”

BEA: “Was I thinking too loud? I was thinking too loud…”

GALE: “I don’t mind, Bea. In fact, I also kind of like you.”

NARRATOR: “As our beloved Bea turns as red as a strawberry, will we see a love that blooms like a flower? Or end up in a horrible disaster? Tune in next week for Song #2 entitled “Is it too late for love? / Movement”! Has she finally turned into a big boy?”

SONG #1 END

WRITER NOTES

I still don't have designs for the said characters but I do plan on working with other artists to make them visually represented right. Also, there will probably be songs per Song/Chapter, at most two, at least none but I will make sure that there will be one per chapter. There will probably be about 7 chapters, each with a villain and or theme. I would love to treat this like your regular tokusatsu show even though I never planned it to be like that when I planned this out a year ago. Yes, this story a fan made Scott Pilgrim spinoff, but this story will be far separated from the original, this is not a fan made sequel. Think of it like Donbrothers with Zenkaiger...

That's all I wrote! Thank you guys so so much for reading the entirety of BigBoys (working title)

also the monsters are not actually monsters, they're humans with powers

#oc #writing #tokusatsu #script #kamen rider #scott pilgrim #music #super sentai #power rangers #fanfic #fan spin off #writeup #oh yeah baby #scott pilgrim takes off #flash fiction

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cocosparkel · 1 day ago

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Risk

a small Daminette fic inspired by the song Risk by Gracie Abrams

Marinette's heart was beating fast like never before.

She could hear slight footsteps near the door. She jumped out of her seat and rushed towards the door and pushed it open looking for those breathtaking deep green eyes.

Except, there was no one there.

Embarrassed, she closed the door. Turning around she saw her Kwami, floating to her eye level giving her a knowing look, “Why did you randomly open the door Marinette? Were you looking for someone?”

Blushing, she glared at the Kwami, scandalised “Tikki ! What are you implying ?”

Tikki just laughed and floated away.

Sighing she dropped into the couch, trying to calm her racing heart.

Look at me now Said I wouldn't do it, but I hunted you down

Damian Wayne, her new crush friend, was visiting her today. Damian was from America, as a part of the exchange student program. She had been partnered with him for a chemistry project, and he was coming over to do the project, no other reason.

Yet, Marinette had put extra effort into meticulously arranging her room that day, and picked out her favorite clothes. She had gone through a hundred scenarios of how the day would go, and almost drowned in them.

She had never felt so strongly for anyone, not the way she did for Damian.

She had told herself, the second she saw him, that she wouldn't have anything to do with him, but here she was.

Know you had a girl, but it didn't work out

To be honest, she doesn't really know him. Except for the fact that he recently broke up, and that-

Well.

That's pretty much all she found out before she decided to stop stalking him.

I'm not proud Guess I'm just scared of you shooting it down You can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouth It could be bad, but I wanna find out

She was scared too, of him dismissing her massive crush, but she didn't care. She knew it was risky, that she didn't really have a chance; knew that itcould be bad, but she was ready to find out, either way.

And I wake up In the middle of the night With the light on And I feel like I could die

She had been unable to sleep the previous day, her anxiety spiking. Despite falling asleep with great difficulty, she had woken up in the middle of the night, feeling as if she was going to die. She flipped on the lights and paced for half and hour, trying to calm her nerves.

'Cause you're not here And it don't feel right 'Cause you're not here

She was ashamed to say this, but she had thought fo a split second, that he was in her room. But of course, he wasn't there, but she wanted him there

God, I'm actually invested Haven't even met him Watch this be the wrong thing Classic God, I'm jumping in the deep end It's more fun to swim in

By the gods, she was in deep. Completely and totally invested in how this was going to go. She was ready to bend, and even break for this, and if it went wrong, he would be her favorite mistake. She was bursting to tell him how she felt, but it was way too soon to tell him that.

Heard the risk is drownin', but I'm gonna take it I'm gonna take it

“I know the risk, Chloe, but I'm ready to take it.” She had told Chloe, determined to see if there was a possibility of something happening between her and Damian.

Isn't it fun? Thinking I'm right when I'm probably wrong Holding my breath like I met Someone

“Do you really want him, Mari-hime ?” Kagami asked, after Chloe told her about Damian.

God, I'm actually invested Think I really want this I'm not even kidding No, I'm actually invested Haven't even met yet Wish that I was kidding I'm not, and I hate it

“I wish that I was kidding when i say yes, but I'm not,” she had said, despite being slightly wary at how badly she wanted it. But that fear had slipped away, just as quickly as it had come.

She was convinced, well almost, that Damian was the one for her, even though her closest friends were not as convinced as she was. But she was confident about her feelings, for the first time.

You're coming to me and You get to my door and

A knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she was opening the door before she knew it.

There he was, perfectly dressed, a warm smile on his face, a smile which he supposedly reserved for the people he cared about.

That very thought gave her butterflies.

I can't even speak but I think that it's sweet Yeah, I think that you're sweet

“Damian !” She said nervously after a second, "Come in !”

Why aren't you here in my bedroom? Hopelessly boring without you Too soon to tell you "I love you" Too soon to tell you "I love you"

They both made their way to her room, and the thought ‘too soon to tell you I..’ echoed in Marinette’s head the entire time.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Damian started talking about their project.

Cringing at the way she was quiet, she opened her mouth, “I think that you’re sweet” she said, and regretted it immediately.

Too soon to tell you "I love you" Too soon to tell you "I love you" Too soon to tell you "I love you" You're the risk, I'm gonna take it

Damian smiled and thanked her for the compliment, ‘despite it being quite random’, and Marinette just knew, that Damian was the one.

And so began a new chapter in the life of Marinette Dupain-cheng.

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A.N.

so... i wote this in 10 minutes, and i changed some of the lyrics to better suit the context.

i hope you like it :)

p.s.

do listen to the song when reading for added effects ~

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hopepaigeturner · 2 years ago

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Benophie Week: Day 1

A little excerpt from a fic I'm working on inspired by the show 911...

*~*~*~*~*~*

As Benedict shuffled through his wallet for change, he muttered half-exasperated comments about Anthony, and the divine right of older brothers and all its accompanying annoyances. Due to the frequency of his visits he could direct himself via auto-pilot to the crickety machine that whirred louder than the life-support machines in the hospital. Once he finally scooped together a whopping £1.30 he looked up and halted.

Damn you Anthony.

His most recent comic-book inspiration stood by the vending machine, shifting through her purse. The pretty firefighter. The one who looked beautiful even with soot smudges on her face and a heavy uniform.

His reverie broke when she cursed colourfully and he moved closer. She started to jostle the machine and he noticed a limp looking kitkat teetering on the edge. This close he could smell the scent of her floral shampoo that made her hair shine in her braids—today a pretty half-up-half-down design that Hyacinth typically adored.

Another huff from her reorientated him and he took a deep breath and pushed his glasses up. Anthony’s voice rang in his head,

Just ask the girl for her number—what’s the worst that could happen?

“You know you just need to enter the code again and it should work—”

“I know, I know,” she snapped following his instructions, “This isn’t my first rodeo with this insufferable machine.”

“Tell me about it—they should give us loyalty cards.”

She twisted around and Benedict’s breath caught; at her jade eyes that widened, the wispy curls of her almost-ebony hair and the rouge lipstick on her parted lips. Then his heart plummeted when she continued staring.

Random guy accosts a single woman in an empty hallway—ofcourse the perfect romantic start to a story—

“What level?”

“Huh?”

She swallowed thickly.

“The loyalty cards—are we at bronze, silver or gold?”

Benedict blinked a couple more times, before reanimating.

“Ugh…would have to say silver.”

“Not gold?” she quirked her eyebrow and something in Benedict settled.

“I think a month would make it gold.”

“A month? Does it have to be consecutive?”

“To get platinum—absolutely.”

She snorted and he tried to squash a smile.

“You truly believe that you could visit every day for a month?”

“For the right reason.”

She halted and with a sly smile said,

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

Damn you, Anthony.

Then again, Anthony didn't know that his most romantic rendezvous were typically the length of one night before he had to sneak out to attend a phone call from his siblings. But ofcourse Anthony didn't know that–not when he'd disappeared onto the plane and left–

Stupid thought.

Instead, Benedict pivoted.

“Yes—is it working?”

She looked him up and down.

“Well, certainly a unique avenue but…I’m somehow enjoying it.”

A flicker—Benedict latched onto it. He shrugged.

“Well, I didn’t want to turn the charm up too much.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, really? Go on then—” she leant forward and the floral scent almost stalled him. “I fight fires for a living, I’m sure I can handle it.”

Desire rumbled through him and he almost pushed her against the wall right there. Instead he pitched his voice low,

“Alright, get ready—Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” He quirked an eyebrow.

She burst out laughing, her hand on her mouth. The flicker turned into a steady flame.

“You cannot be serious!”

“Deadly—or can’t you handle it?” Benedict said and something flared in her eyes.

"Oh no, no—bring it on,” she challenged as they started walking back down the corridor.

“Let’s see….It’s handy that I have my library card—cause I want to check you out.”

Both of them were too preoccupied with each other to bother navigating the corridors.

“Ooh, so cheesy—I love it.”

“Or…If I could rearrange the alphabet then I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.”

“Ah, the classic.”

“Then ofcourse there’s this golden oldie,” Benedict lounged against the wall. “I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring your own snacks.”

She chuckled through a snort. And Benedict blurted out,

“Or I could just take you on a proper date? Let you continue laughing at me?”

They halted. The girl perused him and Benedict tried to breathe. Her eyes narrowed for a moment then she shrugged.

“Alright then—can I have your number?”

"What…oh right. Right."

"You okay there Don Juan?"

"Yeah, ofcourse. It's just that beautiful girls don't really say yes to me," Benedict blushed bright red at his omission. "Phone?"

"Sure thing," she replied with a little grin and handed over her phone. While Benedict typed in his number he desperately tried to tame his cheeks.

“Ben….Benjamin?” the girl asked, looking at the contact details.

“Benedict.”

“Blessed one…” Benedict noticed her eyes trailed downwards. “Certainly an apt description," she mumbled.

For once he felt pleased to have left the hoodie behind.

“And you?”

“Sophie, Sophie Beckett—although you probably knew that….night of the fire and all.”

The mantra reared in his head; Your fault, your fault, your fault–

“Wait—you remember me?” he asked.

It has been atleast a week since he'd watch her carry his siblings out of that burning building. And there has been countless others saved.

“You literally tackled a police officer to get to your siblings.”

“Ah, I see.”

Ofcourse his last name would push to the front.

“Although…professionalism aside—I also thought you were quite cute." She admitted before turning and striding off to the left to see her friend Kate. She called over her shoulder, "I’ll be the lady and let you call me!"

Another swish of her hair and she was gone, leaving Benedict empty handed but full of something he hadn't felt in a very long time…something akin to a flickering flame.

#benophie week 2023 #benophie #911 inspired #but it's 999 cos UK #meet cute #fluff #an offer from a gentleman #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett

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lord-of-the-muses · 2 years ago

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I've Been Waiting for you Wednesday!

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Ghost Face (#scream6)

Wednesday Addams was spending a quiet evening at home, reading one of her favorite books when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was an unknown number. She hesitated for a moment but eventually picked up the call.

"Hello?" she said in her signature monotone voice.

A distorted voice replied, "Hello, Wednesday. Do you like scary movies?"

Wednesday recognized the voice immediately. It was Ghostface, the infamous killer who had been terrorizing the town. She felt a shiver run down her spine.

"What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"I want to play a game," Ghostface said. "I'll give you a riddle, and if you solve it, I'll spare your life. If you don't, well, let's just say it won't be pretty."

Wednesday listened to the riddle, but it was more challenging than she expected. She racked her brain but couldn't come up with an answer.

"I'm sorry, I don't know," she said finally.

Ghostface laughed, a chilling sound that made Wednesday's blood run cold. "Too bad, Wednesday. Looks like I'll have to come and find you."

With that, he hung up, leaving Wednesday feeling uneasy. She knew that Ghostface was a formidable opponent and that he wouldn't give up so easily.

Over the next few days, Ghostface continued to call Wednesday, leaving missed calls and taunting her with more riddles. Each time, Wednesday tried her best to solve them, but she could feel the clock ticking down. Ghostface was getting closer.

Finally, one night, Wednesday received a call from Ghostface telling her to meet him in an abandoned warehouse at midnight. She knew it was a trap, but she also knew that she had to go. She grabbed a knife and headed out into the dark, rainy night.

As she made her way through the deserted streets, Wednesday heard footsteps behind her. She turned around but saw nothing. She quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest.

When she reached the warehouse, she saw Ghostface waiting for her, his knife glinting in the moonlight. He was even more terrifying in person than she had imagined.

"Welcome, Wednesday," he said, his voice chilling. "I've been waiting for you."

Wednesday tried to keep her composure as she pulled out her knife. She knew that this was a fight to the death, and that only one of them would come out alive.

Ghostface lunged at her, his movements quick and unpredictable. Wednesday dodged his attacks, her senses heightened by the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

But Ghostface was too fast, too skilled. He slashed at her with his knife, leaving deep gashes in her skin. Wednesday felt the pain, but she refused to give up. She fought back with everything she had, using her intelligence and quick thinking to gain the upper hand.

As the fight continued, Wednesday noticed something strange about Ghostface's movements. They seemed familiar, almost like she had seen them before.

Then, with a sudden realization, Wednesday ripped off Ghostface's mask to reveal the face of Jenna Ortega, the actress who played her in the recent Addams Family movie. The timelines had somehow disrupted, and Jenna had taken on the persona of Ghostface.

Wednesday was taken aback, but Jenna just grinned wickedly. "Surprise, surprise," she said in a sinister tone. "I bet you didn't see this coming, did you?"

Wednesday was filled with a mix of emotions - shock, anger, and betrayal. She couldn't believe that Jenna had tricked her like this. But she also couldn't deny the thrill of the unexpected twist.

Jenna raised her knife, ready to strike again. "Let's finish this, shall we?"

Wednesday gritted her teeth, her mind racing. She knew that she couldn't let Jenna win, but she also couldn't bring herself to harm her friend.

Then, with a sudden burst of inspiration, Wednesday grabbed a nearby prop and swung it at Jenna with all her might. The blow caught Jenna off guard, knocking her to the ground.

As Jenna lay there, dazed and disoriented, Wednesday leaned in close. "This isn't a game, Jenna," she hissed. "You can't just play around with people's lives like this."

Jenna just cackled, a twisted and maniacal sound. "Oh, but it is a game, Wednesday," she said, her eyes glint

Jenna's laughter echoed through the abandoned warehouse, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Wednesday's spine. The darkness seemed to consume her, leaving only her glowing eyes visible.

"You thought you were so clever, didn't you?" Jenna said, her voice dripping with malice. "But this was all part of my plan. I always win, Wednesday."

Wednesday stood her ground, her eyes fixed on Jenna's menacing figure. She couldn't let her guard down for a second, not with Jenna's unpredictable behavior.

Jenna took a step forward, her movements slow and deliberate. "You and I, Wednesday, we're not so different," she said, her voice low and menacing. "We both love the thrill of danger, the rush of the unknown. And now, we'll both experience the ultimate thrill - the thrill of death."

Wednesday didn't flinch, even as Jenna's hand reached for her throat. She knew that this was it - the final showdown, the moment of truth. She had to be strong, for herself and for her family.

With a sudden burst of strength, Wednesday grabbed Jenna's wrist and twisted it, sending the knife flying out of her hand. Jenna let out a scream of pain, but Wednesday didn't relent. She continued to twist and turn, until Jenna was lying on the ground, helpless and defeated.

Wednesday stood over Jenna's prone form, her eyes cold and unfeeling. She knew that this was just the beginning - there would be more battles to come, more darkness to face. But she also knew that she was ready, ready to face whatever the void had in store for her...;

#wednesday addams #ghost face #ghostface #scream6 #scream #wednesday x ghost face #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x wednesday addams #suspense #thriller #wednesday netflix #wednesday nevermore #addams mansion #murder mystery #wenclair

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purefandomonium · 2 years ago

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Glitchy Red Oneshot

This is NOT canon to Connection, I just got carried away with the writing again and this became its own thing. It might as well be an AU for my AU. I was writing little oneshots to figure out some characterization and while I really like this it doesn't fit the version of Red I'm working with at all. So here we are. It reads more in-line with OG Glitchy Red from the pokepasta in terms of the way he torments the player, except he's not as direct here. Couple warnings: psychological torture, mild suggestion of suicide (it doesn't actually happen but because it's technically mentioned I'd like to let people know), trauma

This was inspired by my recent fascination with glitches and how they work on the OG games. I LOVE learning about how old games run and handle the programming and all that. Don't understand a lick of it but fascinating nonetheless. I sorta fell down the rabbit hole watching different YouTube vids on the subject and that got me wondering: holy fuck that shit must be traumatic for someone in Red's shoes. I kept imagining a scenario where a player was exploiting the game to that degree and this was born.

Writing below the cut

This particular player was very infuriating. It appeared that he was deliberately trying to get as many glitches as possible. Not just Missingno or ZZAZZ—but any and every error that would cause the game to grind to a halt. Crashing it and corrupting text boxes wasn’t helping; this particular player seemed to enjoy it even more when that happened. He even had the audacity to tell RED he was a joke when asked.

Fine. If he wanted to test limits, so be it.

After a long day of monitoring and recording Pokémon Red’s many faults, Sebastian was hungry, tired and stiff as a board. A quick trip to the microwave followed by a shower was all it took to fix two of his issues. Last on his list was to get ready for bed. He dozed off thinking about how impressive it was that the developers were able to make something so complex work, despite the multiple setbacks their methods introduced. The game may be old and an obvious first-step for people unfamiliar with computers, but it held up surprisingly well given the broken nature of the code. It was fascinating.

Before he knew it, he was out cold.

Sebastian jolted awake and shot up in his bed, shirt and hair damp and clinging to him. It took him several seconds to orient himself and realize that he was still in his bed, in his room, away from… whatever that was. He couldn’t for the life of him recall what he’d seen that scared him awake like that. In a way, that fact brought a strange comfort to him. He reached for his phone to check the time. His eyes strained to make out the smaller-than-usual numbers.

That was odd… He couldn’t read the time. He recognized the symbols as numbers and a part of his brain knew what they were but… it just wasn’t registering. Ah, well. The darkness that filled his room was a good indicator that it was still nighttime. Some cold water and a quick trip to the bathroom would clear his head enough to fall back asleep.

As his feet touched the floor he felt an unusual sensation. The normal coolness of the floor was still present but it felt different somehow, shifting beneath him. Almost unstable. Like he was walking on sand or something. It was enough to put him on edge.

He was morbidly aware of how thick the darkness felt and, despite the coolness beneath his feet, his lungs began feeling warm and heavy. Something akin to a sudden burst of extreme humidity.

He shook his head and took even steps out of his room, refusing to let some childish nighttime fear get to him. The heaviness in his lungs didn’t leave him as he trekked to the bathroom. By the time he reached his destination, it felt like there was something inside his chest that was pulling the air out of him as soon as he sucked it in. His breaths were heavy and labored yet he felt like he wasn’t even breathing. He reached for the light switch.

The bathroom was bathed in an ugly shade of orange. Sebastian wasn’t worried about the abnormal lighting, instead focused solely on what should have been his reflection.

The face that peered back at him wasn’t his own, nor did it look like anyone that he knew. In fact, it could hardly be called a face. If it weren’t for the vague appearance of hair on its head and the pair of eyes that was wrong, wrong, wrong he would’ve thought it some kind of prank. But who would break into someone’s apartment just to—paint?—some messed up abstract of a human face on their mirror? The eyes suddenly blinked and he realized he hadn’t taken a breath since turning on the light. He tried to gasp but no air reached him.

It felt like his lungs were pulled out by a powerful force.

He tossed the covers aside and made his way to the bathroom. He flinched at the blinding light and had to wait a minute as his eyes adjusted. He half-assed his matted hair, did his business and reached for the sink to wash his hands—

Only for an eardrum-shattering screech to send him stumbling into the tub. He hit the back of his head on the way down, but the only pain he was capable of registering was the horrid high-pitched shriek that continued to pierce his ears and echo in his mind. His hands couldn’t block the noise and he was in so much agony he couldn’t think, let alone will his body to go turn the damned thing off. Even opening his eyes caused immense pain, the sound somehow registering as massive, discolored distortion where the water was starting to overflow.

Before he knew it, he was drowning.

Somehow that terrified him.

Ever since that horrible night, every subsequent attempt to sleep was met with the same fate. He’d end up in a never-ending nightmare, each one worse than the last as some unknown force taunted him. To keep his mind off the time he focused on things that would keep him awake. Watching loud, obnoxious action movies at a volume just below what would be considered respectful for his neighbors. Doing random jumping jacks. Watching internet videos that irritated him. He only took freezing cold showers, well-aware that anything remotely warm would lull him to sleep, right into the hands of his unknown demons.

Last but in no way least, he continued to play Pokemon Red. If he was going to stay awake for ungodly amounts of time, why not spend it doing at least one thing he actually enjoyed? Despite having knowledge of the game’s code and knowing way too much about the intricacies of the Game Boy, there were just so many ways the Red cart could glitch out. Some of the things he’d never even heard of happening. He was making—an admittedly small and niche—history!

The first time he witnessed the unusual ‘glitches’ he assumed he’d been scammed and given a hacked version. After all, who had ever heard of the game ‘screaming’ that something hurt? It wasn’t just the text that told him it was suffering; the demonic cries and crackles it made during every crash only aided in proving its point. The corrupted tiles of the background seemed to show pleas of agony that he could almost make out if he had more time before the game crashed.

If the extent of the corruption was anything to go by after he’d managed to force the old man glitch, this was no mere hack. On the Red version, Missingno didn’t normally wipe the entire save and permanently corrupt the intro cutscene.

It didn’t briefly show what appeared to be a face, frozen in pure agony. Or perhaps anger.

He simply had to keep going, he had to learn more. So he played and played and played, trying all sorts of ‘experiments’ as the hours ticked by and he fought off sleep. Anything else felt like such a chore. Work, eating, even hanging out with friends and family left him watching his phone until the minute he was allowed to leave.

He simply had to keep playing. All he wanted to do was worry about the damn game but people had to constantly badger him, question what he was doing, pester him to get out of the apartment. He just wanted to play his game.

The days and weeks that followed—maybe it was more than that, he couldn’t keep track anymore—were not getting easier. He was exhausted all the time, irrationally short-tempered, and something somewhere was always aching a solid seven out of ten. His social life suffered immensely—he’d lost pretty much everyone, save for a few ride or die friends—his work ethic suffered to the point of losing his job, his physical and mental health were in the dumps. Things were not good.

The only thing he had to do with his spare time these days, weeks, months, was continue to test the limits of Pokémon Red’s code. See how far he could push it before the game stopped running. The answer was pretty far.

Sleep no longer came to him. The few times he’d tried, he’d wake up in a panic over some horrid night terror, just to experience another. It was somehow far worse than it had been in the beginning. Now they were vivid and unforgettable, burning images into his mind and leaving lingering sensations in his nerves. Again and again and again and again he’d ‘awaken’ until he found himself sprawled on his bedroom floor sometime in the afternoon, tears staining his cheeks and sweat sticking his clothes to him like glue. Sometimes there was blood, but he didn’t like to acknowledge that. If he didn’t think about them, it was as though the scars didn’t even exist.

Energy drinks and stupid amounts of coffee were his new best friends. He needed something to replace the fakers who’d left him, after all. If he wasn’t poring over the old game’s glitches, he was chugging can after can and cup after cup. He never ran out. Despite his second addiction always being available, he couldn’t recall a single time where he’d gone out and bought more. He couldn’t recall doing much of anything besides play the game, really. But he had to be buying it. Every time he’d gone to grab another the cabinets were always stocked. He was still the only one in the apartment.

Despite the fact he could feel a heavy presence in the air that radiated anger.

Sebastian snapped to, grabbed a can of Red Bull, and went back to his room to continue the game. He never even registered having stopped.

His eyes burned. When he finally managed to tear his weary gaze from the tiny screen of the Game Boy, his phone had stopped buzzing from its place in the opposite corner of the room, on the floor. He, too, sat on the floor, hunched over and legs stretched out, the Game Boy heavy in his hands. His back hurt. His eyelids felt like sandpaper. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been sitting there, playing the little game as the world around him faded into nothingness. Was he still in his room?

For the first time in a long while, he thought about checking his phone. He wondered how all his old friends were doing, his former coworkers. He never had spoken to his parents much since telling them off… Maybe he should call them. When was the last time he even checked his front door?

A familiar chime pulled his attention back to the game. At some point in his pondering, the screen had gone dark. A simple text box stood out against the blackness and his mind struggled to comprehend it.

Tired?

His mouth didn’t work so he nodded numbly.

What’s the matter?

I thought you liked seeing how far broken things could go.

Don’t tell me you’re giving up already?

He was too mentally depleted to process that this was no glitch, that it had never been glitches. He felt his head fall forward and he jolted it up, trying to stay awake.

Do you even know how long you’ve been playing?

“…ile…” He blinked hard once, twice, and shook his head. “A while,” he managed, words slurring. His jaw felt like it was held on by string that couldn’t support its weight. Everything looked hazy. Like a cloud of static hung in the air. He felt empty, like he was so light he’d drift away. The only thing grounding him was how heavy his head felt.

Y’know, most people would’ve learned their lesson pretty early on.

But you just had to keep on breaking the game.

The words echoed in his mind, prickling the edges of his consciousness like they were the only things keeping him awake.

I guess some people never learn.

You thought it was funny, didn’t you?

The game presented him with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ option. Despite the bizarre situation, his battered psyche had him choose ‘yes.’ Somewhere deep in his subconscious he recalled that honesty was the best policy.

It didn’t remind him that being honest was what had gotten him into this mess.

Not laughing anymore, are we?

I can only hope the next poor sap isn’t as idiotic as you.

He squinted, the rectangular form of the Game Boy distorting into incoherent shapes. The game… The game had done all this to… punish him? For what? What did he do?

You know what you did.

“Wh… What… are you…? Why…?” He forced his eyes to focus on the screen, the first time in far too long he’d ever needed to be deliberate about it.

I’m done with you.

Move on with whatever is left of your pathetic life.

Just make sure you forget about me.

Feeling began creeping its way back into his limbs, constant pricks of blood flow like his entire body had fallen asleep. He was uncomfortably aware of how fast his heart was beating despite his sluggish state. He gasped.

The Game Boy clattered to the floor as his arms uselessly fumbled about, trying relearn movement.

He didn’t see the text box that simply displayed ellipses. All he could see was the room shifting and spinning as his body struggled to adjust to having free will again. He tried to get up or at least change positions but his limbs felt heavy and before he knew it he was face-first on the floor.

His vomit burned and tasted like acid and cherry-flavored medicine.

Sebastian couldn’t remember calling an ambulance, he couldn’t even remember being in the ambulance. He just woke up in the hospital room in a panic before everything caught up with him all at once and he fell back onto the bed with a tired groan.

He was made aware of the other presence in the room when a hand reached out to him. His voice left him as he tried to scream.

It was Mark, one of his longtime friends and the last one to keep trying to reach out to him until Sebastian simply refused to answer. Even in the state he was in, it was clear to see that Mark was deeply troubled by what had transpired. He wanted answers, and Sebastian didn’t know how to tell him he had none.

How does one explain that a stupid kid’s game made them throw away their life, chase away their friends and family? Who would believe him when he said the scars weren’t self-inflicted?

After an excruciatingly long road to recovery, Sebastian soon found himself living some semblance of normalcy. As much as could be had with a newfound heart condition and when everyone close to him thought him suicidal. His parents hadn’t coddled him this much since he was a kid. It would have been nice if they weren’t so concerned he’d ‘do it again.’

The only hiccup was when someone brought up the cause of the whole ordeal, that damned Pokémon Red cart he’d gotten for cheap off of eBay. His only response was that he didn’t care what they did with it, so long as he never saw it, the Game Boy, or energy drinks ever again.

He loathed coffee.

I hope y'all liked it! In a way I really like expanding on the darker version of Red where he's far more dangerous than you'd think. I mean, the bastard could enter dreams in the OG story so I like to think as the years wore on, he got much more creative with his abilities. What else does he have to do when he's stuck in a game and the only interaction he gets are wannabe hackers? This is probably not the last alternate version I'll make either. I've got a ton more ideas that I'm not using for Connection and it'd be a real shame to let them go to waste... ;)

Also, fun fact: I like to think of this as an endurance test for the both of them. Red really gave the guy the chance to not fuck around and find out, but the SOB wouldn't quit. He was really hoping the guy would figure it out and try to stop interacting but then got ornery when he wouldn't quit glitching the game. So Red's just over there enduring shit just to torment this guy until one of them breaks. So... technically... Red caved first from how obsessive Sebastian was at breaking the game despite the torture. Win, I guess?

#my writing #glitchy red #pokepasta #use your imagination for how long you think this went on before Sebastian was let go #I wanted to keep it vague to stress how much red was fucking with him #poor guy lost all semblance of time and is definitely an insomniac now #Red aside the amount of energy drinks and caffeine he was consuming were already traumatic enough

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lauvrehaus · 1 year ago

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Welcome to the LAUVRE!

Greetings! I'm so happy to find you on this side of the internet. This is the LAUVRE and welcome to my Haus. Before anything else, I would like to share first the inspirations that birthed my Haus. LAUVRE is a term coined from three words: LOUVRE, the famous museum in France popular for displaying hundreds of artworks and spanning throughout history including Leonardo Da Vinci's THE Mona Lisa, LAURENCE, my name, and LOVE, which is how it is pronounced.

Aside from being one of our academic requirements, this account is also dedicated to be a museum that will house my life experiences, personal point of view and a portal to share the things that I love and I am passionate about for the world to see.

Now, for my first exhibit, I'd like to formally introduce you to the *artist* behind this account- ME! Hi, I'm Laurence (he/him), the eldest of three siblings and I recently just turned 18 years old. Yes, another virgo just jumped into legality ready to conquer the world. Recently, I also found out that my MBTI personally changed from INFP-T to INTP-T, which I don't know if it's a good thing or no. Anyways, I grew up in a very energetic environment wherein families from both my parents are well represented, which equally influences my culture growing up.

Ever since I was a kid, I have been mainly surrounded by strong female personalities and relatives, which honed my feminine side more than the masculine side. I have always known it in myself that I am bursting with colors from deep within. I am slowly navigating my queer life through surrounding myself with mediums of art, predominantly with pop culture, music and movies. Speaking of which, my friends also know me as the biggest Lady Gaga stan in any circle. How can you get any gayer than that? I am also a long-time campus journalist and it has become my passion to be truthteller and a medium to amplify people's voices through journalism. I'd like to think of myself as a frustrated artist and a visionary trying to express myself in all ways possible.

I have spent my formative years in the hustle and bustle of the metro in Taguig City. There, I built the foundations of who I am now. I was born and raised in a highly-urbanized and competitive environment where everyone is competing to be on top, but I can tell that I have enjoyed every bit of it. That's why I found it hard when we permanently moved to Borongan in Eastern Samar where I currently reside. It is complete opposite of what I've been used to for the first 14 years of my life. It's like my world took a 180° turn. It felt had to leave everything behind and start all over again.

Soon enough, I have learned to love my new home without the need to forget where I came from. Borongan game the balance I didn't know I needed. It was in Borongan that I saw the serenity and simiplicity of life in the province. That big move gave me a chance to look for ways to improve myself in more ways possible. More opportunities came my way especially in academics. Ihave bren to national competitions and other multiple recognitions inside and outside the academe. I also met new people that aided me in adjusting and building a new homr for me. Maybe, Taguig was becoming too small for my ever-growing being, and I am meant to cross the sea to really expand my world.

Now, I am currently taking up Bachelor of Arts in Communication as a freshman in Eastern Samar State University and taking every step I take as a learning opportunity and an invitation for the betterment of myself, including this blog.

This is just the beginning of everything. I hope to share more moments with you and grow together as I take you with me on my journey. That is all for now. See you next time!

With love,

the LAUVRE.

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xiaosmoon · 3 years ago

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dodging their kiss on purpose

pairings: kaeya, childe, & xiao x gn!reader

warnings/content: modern au for kaeya, suggestive for childe, college au + suggestive for xiao, crack, fluff

a/n: i did this to my boyfriend ldjsks inspired from that <3. i wrote this at 3 am

-> kaeya

after a long day at work, kaeya wants nothing more than to hold you as he tells you about his horrendous day at work. upon entering your home, kaeya smells a delicious aroma trailing out of the kitchen. curious, he peeks his head in to see you cooking on the stove humming a tune.

he sneaks up behind you and carefully wraps his arms around your figure. "welcome back." you smile, keeping your attention on stirring the pot. "good to be back love. what's for dinner?" he asks, leaning into kiss your temple. but before his lips could make contact, you pull away, slickly turning around with your pot in hand while walking away.

kaeya was a confused. did you mean to do that? maybe you didn't see him coming in for the kiss? confident that you didn't intend it purposefully, kaeya returns to your side to attempt another kiss. this time, you swiftly dodge it by moving to the fridge, looking for some sauce.

you definitely saw him coming this time, so why did you move? "baby is something wrong?" kaeya asks, leaning back on the counter with a small frown. you turn your head to him, closing the refrigerator door. "of course not, why would you think that? come on, dinner's ready!"

after dinner, kaeya was determined to kiss you. he wasn't sure why you were dodging all of them, but he's going to get one in before bedtime. now you were sitting on the couch, completely defenseless watching tv. it was the perfect time to strike.

kaeya decided not to use the sneaking up method. instead, he went straight for the kill. he sat down next to you casually and quickly leaned in, preparing to plant a kiss on your cheek. with your quick reflexes, you were able to easily dodge it. "okay, why are you avoiding my kisses? are you mad at me?" kaeyas had enough. you turn to look at him, trying to keep your composer, but you just couldn't. you burst out laughing, holding your stomach.

kaeya's sure you've gone mad. what's so funny about this? "kaeya, i'm not mad! i was just teasing." you say as you wipe away the tears spilling from your eye. kaeya crosses his arms and pouts. "all of that trouble for nothing. you had me thinking i did something!"

you smile and leap into his lap, peppering kisses all over his face until his pout was upside down. "maybe some more kisses and all will be forgiven."

-> childe

you wouldn't get away with dodging his kisses. this man will straight up tackle you or keep pestering you until you break.

recently, childe's been unintentionally neglecting you due to his fatui work. you couldn't blame him really, but what's the harm in a little payback?

so when he finally came home the next morning tired from killing interrogating people all day, he wanted nothing more than to be smothered with your attention.

he found you awake, sitting at your vanity and focused on perfecting your hair. he quietly approached you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. "good morning sweetheart." he whispered in your hear before going in for a kiss on your hair.

you'll admit he caught you a bit off guard, but that didn't stop you from bending forwards so you could dodge it. "morning childe. you're back later than i expected." you said mindlessly, continuing to fix up your hair.

childe stepped back a little. his eyebrows were furrowed. that was on purpose. "what's wrong y/n? is it me? i swear i took a shower."

you look up at him with the most clueless expression. "nothings wrong? i know you did. you smell like my shampoo." you beam at him. you stand up to walk to the bathroom, but childe stops you by grabbing ahold of your wrist.

he pulls you close to his chest in a swift movement, causing you to let out a shriek. he snaked one arm around your waist to hold you in place and one placed under your chin, gently lifting your head up. his eyes were passionate yet playful. "what do you think you're trying to get away with?" he tilted his head, bringing his head closer to yours so his lips were just barely hovering over your own.

you cold feel his hot breath on your lips. you weren't expecting the prank to go like this. absolutely flustered, you couldn't utter a word out; only stare into childe's gaze. "mmm, nothing to say? two can play at this game." he whispered before closing the gap. his lips moved slowly at first, savoring every part of the kiss. the hand that was resting on your chin moved to cup your jaw.

the kiss was so passionate; butterflies were all you felt in your stomach and you felt your skin growing hot. but you wanted more. you open your mouth, granting childe's tongue access to explore your mouth. trying to push him back onto your bed, childe stopped you. he pulled away from the firey kiss with lightly swollen lips and pink painted cheeks. he placed a swift kiss to your neck before moving his lips up to your ear. "you haven't earned that yet." he let go of your body, causing you to instantly feel cold again. childe walked out with out uttering another word, leaving you in a frenzied state.

lesson learned: never pull a stunt on childe.

-> xiao

you completely failed this prank. how could you ever do something so heartless to xiao?

when you invited xiao over to your dorm to study, you weren't expecting him to greet you with a kiss. he caught you completely off guard by planting one on your cheek. you look over at him with your mouth slightly open from the surprise. xiao's cheeks instantly turn bright red at your reaction. "why are you looking at me like that?! we have studying to go." he grunted, obviously very flustered. you look back over at your notebook, feeling your own cheeks heat up. no, i can't do this, you thought to yourself. you couldn't go through with this plan when he was finally showing you affection.

coincidentally enough, when your study date was over, xiao leaned in for another kiss to bid you good night. this time, he was aiming for your lips and you accidentally dodged it. very obviously. the hurt on xiao's face made your heart swell. you leap up in realization, placing either hand on xiao's shoulders. "xiao, oh my goodness that wasn't on purpose! i- it's just- well, you've been catching me off guard all day and i wasn't expecting it." you look down at your feet, feeling embarrassed. xiao looks to his side, trying to control his cheeks hue this time. "no, i understand. i haven't been, uh, the most- nevermind. you get what i mean." you look back up at him and smile. his gaze was focused elsewhere but you move his head to face yours and go in for the kiss. this time xiao was the one who was caught off guard. but soon enough, he returned it. the kiss ended up taking you both onto your bed, with no intention of stopping. you pull away from him absolutely breathless, "why don't you stay the night?"

#kaeya x reader #childe x reader #xiao x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #xiao #childe #tartaglia #kaeya fanfic #childe fanfic #xiao fanfic #kaeya x you #xiao x you #childe x you

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hallowdeaths · 3 years ago

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Barnes' Bakery, Part One.

summary ; your boss at the bakery has a soft spot, but in his hidden business behind the shop, those aren't allowed, and he knows better. Yet, he can't help but want you, and perhaps that will be the cause of his fall.

author's note ; this was mainly inspired by baker!bucky aus and a tiktok i saw recently... basically this is just bucky being a mafia boss and using a bakery as a front, lol.

trigger warnings : there shouldn't be anything very triggering in this chapter. there is yelling and slight violence, though.

part two!

You always were your boss' favorite. You were told often by your co-worker, Stevie, that there was just something special about you. Some said it was because James Bucky Barnes never hired outsiders. His staff had been the same since the start, and it was well believed that it would remain this way. Until you. Until you came stumbling in one day, wind in your hair, your cheeks flushed and frozen with mid-december cold, your bags too heavy on your shoulders.

James had been at the register that day, counting the money and just getting ready for a close. At first, he had kept his eyes down, muttering something about the place being closed.

"I'm sorry," you had apologized again and again, causing his curious and breath-taking eyes to finally take you in. "My car broke down."

And well, the rest was history. Bucky had gotten one of his workers who was good in mechanic to fix your car while another made you a warm croissant and coffee. You explained how you were a college student drowning in stupid debt and your car was the last thing you could be worrying about right now with the eviction notice on your door and the school debts threatening to swallow you whole.

Bucky had saved your life. He'd offered you shelter in the apartment just above the bakery, had offered you a job down here and had made sure that all of your debt was quickly taken care of.

You'd tried to stop him from taking care of the debts, because it was at least a hundred thousand grands by semester, but when James Barnes put his mind to something, it was impossible to stop him.

Overall, there was still loads of unanswered questions from him. How had he gotten the money? Why had he taken you in? Why— amongst anyone he could hire, had he decided to hire you, an art history and english literature major good at nothing in the kitchen?

Perhaps it had be simple pity, but you didn't like to think about it too much. At the end of the day you were grateful, and you showed that in working hard and long shifts at the Bakery before retreating to your apartment once the place was closed and cleaned and ready for the morning.

"Will you tell the girl to fucking hurry?" You heard a costumer from the sitting area shouting to Steve as he walked back into the kitchen, the batting doors only allowing the loud voices to penetrate your focus for a split moment, causing your finger to burst open the orange you had been trying to peel for the last minute.

"I'm sorry," you muttered to Steve, who walked past quickly and began to fill plates with commands more important than the yelling man's.

"Don't worry 'bout it, tiny." He walked past again, full in confidence as he patted your back and rolled another orange onto the counter you were working on. "Bucky'll take care of him."

You quickly went to peeling again, this time focusing on the task instead of what might happen when you brought out the plate.

Once you were done, you straightened your apron and your dress underneath, trying to gather as much confidence as Steve had before walking out to the impatient costumer.

The costumer came in just about thirty minutes ago, demanding something that wasn't even on the menu. Steve had said no at first, but you had wanted to show yourself useful for once and prove both yourself and perhaps Bucky that you could do something.

You walked out towards the sitting area, getting an exasperated groan from the costumer as he noticed you.

"What took you so long, girl?"

"I'm sorry, sir," you prodded quietly, letting the plate down onto the table with shaking hands. "As my coworker said, the item you asked for wasn't on the menu, so not ready to be delivered."

"Pff," He rolled his eyes, poking at the orange on the plate and the piece of cake you'd made. You glanced at Steve who stood at the register, busy ringing out costumers though you knew he kept a careful eye on you.

There were the regulars sitting at their usual tables, too, all looking at the man with heavy glares and at you with comforting smiles.

"Will that be all?" You swallowed thickly, hands behind your back.

The man, tossing a grey mop of hair behind as he looked up at you, smiled a disgusting grin. "How about you take that door and never show your face here again?"

Silence fell all around, even Steve who was at the register had stopped to stare. You were shell-shocked, for a moment, wondering what had caused this sudden outburst.

"You call this cake?" The man roared, mushing the cooked batter between his fingers. It crumbled too easily in his palm, and the orange pulp left a cold lick of liquid down the man's arm. "I call this a plate of trash."

"I- I'm sorry, sir, but-"

And then you were covered in cake. You weren't very sure how it happened. One minute you were apologizing at the next you were being thrown his cake, the orange splashing down your apron and your cheeks.

The costumers, the regulars who came often, all rose from their chairs simultaneously, ready to come to your defense, but a loud door slamming stopped all of them.

You're pretty sure it stopped your heart, too.

There's loud footsteps ringing through the silence, army boots you know too well stop just beside you. "Steve, get tiny back in the kitchen."

You went to protest but quickly thought better of it when you noticed Bucky swinging his metal arm in a circle, knowing exactly what that meant for the man.

Steve caught you by the arm and quickly rushed you out through the batting doors of the kitchen. "Come, we'll clean you up."

Too dazed with the sound of plates and a table smashing against the floor, you follow Steve to the sink and let him take a damp cloth to your face and apron.

There's voices, Bucky's voice, but all you can make out is few words that make your blood run cold. Step a foot in here again and I won't be so kind.

The doors of the bakery are slammed open and than closed after the body of the man was tossed out like a filthy trash bag, the footsteps you know so well coming straight for the kitchen instead of back to his office where he usually spends his day working and doing whatever the boss needs to do.

Soon, Bucky is grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards him, his eyes roaming your face and apron for any injuries.

"Get back out there." He grumbled to Steve, his patience running obviously short. His long time best friends obliges, though, and returns out there.

"You okay?" He asked quietly once you were alone, his metal fingers wrapping against the edge of your chin.

"Yeah—" you croaked. "I'm fine, it was my fault, anyways."

Bucky frowned. "None of that," His words were matched with the shake of his head. "He was an asshole."

"What'd you do to him?" You attempted quietly, your fingers toying with the sink's edge behind you.

Bucky raised a brow at your curiosity, probably wondering when you'd grown to want to ask questions. "Only did to him what he was begging to get. You don't mess with my—" his words trailed off, before he picked up again. "My worker, and except me to sit there and do nothing."

Sure, that was understandable, but Steve also had his fair share of bad costumers and never had Bucky reacted so.. strongly. Perhaps he thought you were weak compared to his friend and you needed to start standing up for yourself more instead of always counting on the boys to make you feel safe.

"Thank you." You whispered, your face heating up when you noticed how close you still were, and how obviously lost Bucky was in the edges and panes of your face.

He cleared his throat before parting, running a hand through his wild hair. "You're dismissed for tonight."

"What- What?" You stumbled as you went after him. "No, no, I can— I can still work!"

"I said, you're dismissed, Y/n." He looked at you over his shoulder, his eyes pinning you with a seriousness that didn't go unnoticed.

Deciding he'd been challenged enough today, you faltered and sighed, pouting at his back as he retreated back to his office.

Perhaps he wasn't at all worried about you not being able to work. Perhaps all he wanted was for you to be out of Steve's way so the last hours of his shift could be smooth and without trouble.

Perhaps that was all you were to him. Trouble.

Giving a sigh as he disappeared, you began to take off your apron and headed for the circular set of stairs, up to your apartment.

Once you were home, you showered, coocooned yourself into all the blankets your friend Wanda had gotten you for your birthday and let your thoughts roam for a while.

If you didn't want this to happen again, you needed to get better, and as Steve often said, practice made perfect. Steve didn't even like baking that much before, apparently, he had simply grown good at it over time and had begun to grow fond of it through the costumers and his friends.

Decided suddenly, you swung up on your feet and dressed in a loose shirt and sweatpants. You tied your hair up on your head as it was earlier in a neat ponytail, and grabbed your baking books given to you by Steve before rushing down the stairs.

By then, the Bakery was closed and Steve was off his shift, but there was a small light still on in the kitchen and another over the register's counter.

You peered out to look into the bakery's free floor, watching as Bucky moved about the register counting the money up to make sure everything added up, and Steve who sat with a few other people you knew as Tony, Sam, Thor, Bruce, Cho, Peter, Natasha, Clint and Scott.

It was the usual people that lingered here after close. Bucky's friend and family. Sort of. You were never prime to their hang outs, always deciding that you didn't want to intrude and instead going to hide in your apartment above instead.

Tony was son of the Howard Stark, who owned an industry of guns and anything weapons, really. He was the one who had an upper hand in all merchandise and things money.

Sam, him, was a long time friend of Bucky's. You weren't sure when or how they had met, but you knew that you didn't ever remember a night where Sam hadn't been there.

Thor was a foreign man with a thick English accent and odd ways of speaking. He had a brother who was professor at your college, though you wouldn't know if you hadn't been told. He taught theater and dramatic arts, rendering those two classes your favorites.

Bruce was the mind of the group. He was the last braincell, as Steve had told you, and you liked to believe that without the quiet, awkward man Bruce was, the group would be even more of a mess than they already were.

Cho was a doctor, friends with the group because of her relationship with Thor. She was an exceptionally smart girl, having gone through her high school in so little time that she was only twenty three today and a full time Docor. Their relationship was quite unusual, anyone asked how her and her husband had gotten together, neither could tell. It was a curious thing, their relationship.

Peter was the youngest of them, and you were pretty sure you'd seen him around campus a few times. Your majors were different, no doubt, but it still gave you hope to see someone as young as him... fit in.

Natasha and Clint were two best friends from Russia, both of them having been through more than they cared to admit. Natasha was perhaps the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. She had wide hips and a small waist, lips to die for and ginger hair that curled at the end beautifully. Clint was attentive and funny, mostly getting along with the youngest ones while the others liked to pick on Peter ruthlessly.

The last was Scott. He was the one who seemed the most.. out of place, to you. He was funny and kind and light with his actions, always reaching out for others to make sure they were okay and always making them laugh. You vaguely remember Steve mentioning Scott had a daughter who he had to stay home for a lot because since he'd gotten arrested he hadn't really gotten a lot of time with her. It warmed your heart to know he was trying his very best for her and working towards being a better father. You wished yours had made the same efforts.

The group talked with drinks and beers in their hands, some eating treats that hadn't been eaten today at the shop.

You could hear faint talk coming from the huddled group, but nothing particular stuck out to you, either. It was the usual banter and the usual business talk. At least, that's what you thought.

You were just about to turn back around when someone else walked into the Bakery, the clinks of the bell up front grabbing your thin attention.

Steve rose from his seat, all smiles, and even Bucky stopped counting and moving around. A sort of coldness filled your tummy, and you pushed your body further into the locked doors of the kitchen to listen in.

"Everyone, this is Sharon!" Steve said, wrapping his arm around the thin female's body. She had short shoulder blonde hair and a devilish smile that called for nothing good, along with a body that filled in well the dark dress she was wearing.

"Good to meet you," Scott cheered first, before all of the voices erupted.

"Gonna say something, boss?" Peter's sing-song voice called for Bucky, who was still staring straight with his back to you.

"Welcome. Your shift is tomorrow at seven."

Something flocked in your stomach, and you quickly found your knees buckling. Was Bucky replacing you?

"And try to keep yourself out of trouble, will you? I've already got enough with Tiny."

"Oh, give her a break," Steve laughed at Bucky's voice as if her bad luck and clumsiness was genuinely the joke of the year.

"That girl's gonna' be the end of you, Buck." Natasha mumbled into her beer, smirk on her face. Bucky cocked his head her way, but since his back faced you, you were unabled to tell what he looked like.

So you were only trouble to him.

"Anyways, I'm sure you'll get along with her." Steve reassured Sharon, who only beamed up at him with certainty.

"Oh, like it's hard!" Thor raised a big hand that had previously been on Cho's shoulder. "That girl is angel sent, my friends."

"Enough," Bucky growled, rendering his friends quiet. "Enough about her. Will some of you actually do what we came here to do or are you just gonna continue hogging my bakery?"

"You know what, Barnes?" Tony defied with a cocky smirk on his face. "Hogging sounds extra good right now."

You took a few steps back and sat against a cold counter, hoping to ground yourself. It didn't make sense, nothing did. Why would Bucky even keep you around if you were that much trouble that he would hire another outsider?

Oh, oh, was she just another pity case? Or was she perhaps.. involved with him? Nothing suggested that, but at this point you were ready to imagine anything to soothe your frustration.

Like this, with thoughts ringing between your ears and your fingers trying to get together recipes you were already taught by Steve, you spent the night walking around the kitchen and rushing to be better. To be less trouble for Bucky.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #fanfic #mafia!bucky #baker!bucky #mafia au #baker au #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x black female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x black!reader

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 2 years ago

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Hello Kitty Band-Aids~ // Dabi X Reader

Hi! I know what you're thinking, "LMAO Hello Kitty??? With Dabi??? Noooo, he's too badass for that!" Well, I'll have you know, only badasses roll with Hello Kitty! (≖ˇ3ˇ≖) Genuinely, this story started off with a whole different song as the inspiration, but it slowly shifted to this, and I could not be happier TBH! I CAME UP WITH AND WROTE THIS WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING PIECE IN ONE DAY. HOLY SHIT. I went absolutely bonkers for this. WOW, I guess I cannot contain the horniness I have for Dabi. I cannot believe how I came up with this, but I love how it turned out. I hope you enjoy reading! I am head-over-heels in love with stinky trash man Dabi (ᴖ◡ᴖ❀)💖

Reader Gender: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Style of Story: Oneshot [Fluff!] // Originally, this was supposed to be an imagine. Short and sweet. Then it developed into this monstrosity because I can't control myself. Enjoy.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Excessive swearing (I'm talking so much LOL especially during the spoken lines), blood, wounds, threats (mostly made by Dabi and mostly empty), falling in love with a villain because Dabi is TOO HOT, etc.

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"Hello Kitty! Play with us today

We'll laugh and sing on this lovely sunny day

All your friends are waiting for you

Ready to run and play!"

The two of you "lovebirds" met on very strange terms; him running from the police, and you sitting at home, comfy on your couch. It was an otherwise peaceful night in the (Y/N) abode, when out of the god damn blue, this battered and bruised body comes crashing through your window one full moon night. You? Well, you were simply being a normal sane human being and watching a good movie on your night off, when this disaster occurred. The scream you bellowed rivaled that of a Banshee when he flew in, but he didn’t react the same. When this psycho's body hit the floor, he was knocked out cold. Even from all the way across the room on your safe couch, you could see the huge gash marks all across his body, as well as the spreading blood leaking through those marks and from his shirt. Though you didn't know of his affairs only minutes prior, he was most likely exhausted from running for so long with so much blood loss, found your place, and decided to crash (literally) there.

You stood off the couch and crept closer to his unconscious body, contemplating your options. You knew who he was. Who didn’t? He’d been all over the news with the recent events regarding his crimes against that pro-hero training high school, UA. His name didn’t immediately come to mind in the stress of the situation, but it didn’t matter. He was a villain. He was a bad man. You should kick him to the curb, or maybe straight to the police, and make sure he can never wreck your peaceful Saturday night ever again.

But…

He looked…awful. That's to say the least.

Blood dripped from his fresh wounds, scratches and gashes littered his flesh, staples that previously held his marred skin together had now popped out, making his skin stretch and droop. His hands were singed with burn marks, whether it was from his pursuers or from his own quirk, you weren't sure. Not to mention all the cuts and glass suck in his skin from the window he just burst through. And his face. His brows were scrunched up together even while he was asleep, he was in so much pain that he was unconsciously showing it. His mouth was pulled into a frown. Half-soft, half-burnt lips bruised and red with a sizable tear on his upper lip. And…well…damn, he has a strong jaw. Could cut metal with that thing.

WAIT, WHAT?! No no no no nooooo! Do not think that! He's not hot. He's not cute. You do not find a villain sexy. Shut up, brain.

Anyways, you wrestle with the idea for another minute until you glance at his blood seeping onto the floor and curse. Fuck! You're only renting this apartment, and you cannot afford to pay for the replacement of the hardwood flooring! Not in this god damn economy with your shitty landlord. So, for certainly no other reason than to keep his inky blood from soaking into the wood flooring (and definitely not because you felt a little bad for how bad of shape he was in, nor because he was just the slightest bit cute), you dragged his limp body into your bathroom to fix him up.

Now, you're no doctor, but you know some of the basics of healing people. You've slapped on your fair share of band-aids in your day. How much harder can sewing up lesions in skin be! Plus, YouTube is readily available!

Turns out, they're much harder to do properly than you gave credit for.

After a half hour or so, he was nearly put back together. Most of the blood he was profusely spewing earlier you'd either stopped from coming out or it had coagulated on its own. His minor scratches you covered up with gauze, though, you soon ran out and had to use the backup Hello Kitty band-aids to cover the rest. What? Hello Kitty is adorable! Your eight-year-old niece loves her, and it makes you smile at the fond memories they bring. One time about two years ago, she and her guardian came over to hang out for the day. She was being a cute kid and showing off to her "favorite adult" (a label you bragged, and still brag, about to her peeved guardian all the time) all the tricks she's learned on her scooter. She was doing great! Until she wasn't. She fumbled one of the moves and promptly fell to the ground, scraping her knee in the process. She wailed and cried, until you busted out one of the cute Hello Kitty band-aids, and made her day all better again! You'll never forget her beautiful, wide, gap-filled smile as she reiterated that you were her favorite person in the whole world.

Being reeled back to the present, you focused on the task at hand. The larger wounds on his body you tried your best to stitch together, and though they were a little wonky and crooked, you'd say you did a fine job. You cleaned all of his wounds with alcohol and other medicinal items to the best of your ability. Now, it was finally time to clean him up.

You'd previously hung up his coat after you'd settled him in the bathroom. You took the bloody shirt you'd stripped off him earlier to access the wounds on his chest (and you totally did not admire his chest or abs while you'd fixed up his body) and yours that was now covered in his blood, and threw them in the washer. You shimmed into a different clean shirt, and skated back to the bathroom. Running a washcloth under warm water, you bent down to clean his crusty face. Wiping down his face, you cleaned the soot and dirt off of him. You minded the piercings, staples, and burnt flesh of the lower half of his face and eyes as you went along. You stopped to gently dab his busted lip. You leaned back after a minute admiring your work, looking for any other specs of dirt or debris, and decided he was all set. You wanted to leave him there to rest, both because you didn't want to move him too much too soon and because he was heavy as shit, even though he was as thin as a toothpick. But as you thought about it more, you realized leaving a highly dangerous villain unsupervised in a place he doesn't know where he could easily get the upper hand and attack you wasn't the best decision. So, reluctantly, you dragged him back to the living room and plopped his deadweight body down onto your couch.

Looking at the mess he made to your window and to the floor when he busted his way in, you sighed. Guess there's still more work to be done.

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Dabi blearily awoke to the sounds of metal gentle clanking together, and the smell of something absolutely delicious invading his senses. Maybe it was just because he was famished because, if he remembers correctly, the League's cooking never smelled quite as good as whatever was wafting in the air. Wait, correction, they've never cooked shit since he's been a part of the group. Hell, he doesn't think any of them actually know how to cook without burning the place to the ground (himself included).

So, who the hell- where the hell- ugh, fuck it. His brain's too scattered to form questions.

He groaned as he sat up to investigate. His head felt like shit. His body felt like shit. He couldn't focus. Fuck, maybe he got a concussion. Just add it to the list of his issues. He swears when he finds those god damn heroes and police, he's gonna tear them apart limb by-

"Oh, look at that, Sleeping Beauty's awake. 'Bout time."

He nearly jumps out of his stapled skin at the gentle voice coming from across the room. With wide eyes and palms raised to blast scorching fire at any moment, he looks at you. You're just as wide eyed as he is, staring him down from what seemed to be your kitchen. So, the divine smell was coming from your cooking.

He looked you up and down, deeming you not a threat by the lack of any weapon or notable powerful quirk aimed at him. You didn't seem to be a cop either. He broke eye contact with you to look around. Painted walls, nice flooring, pictures and paintings scattered around the place, good view of the city outside. He's in your house.

Interesting. That answers one of his questions; where he is.

Now to find out who the fuck are you, and how stupid you are to have not turned him over to the authorities.

He looks back at you, not saying a word as he stares into your eyes. You fidget under his gaze. Okay, skittish. Nervous. Probably not a hero, nor are you probably gonna put up a big fight against him.

"Um...hi? The name’s (Y/N)…,” you mumble, subtly urging him to return the favor of giving a name. Though, the asshole doesn't respond, only continuing to stare with a blank expression.

"Okaaaay...well, nice meeting you too. Thanks for bursting through my window earlier." you roll your eyes, but get back to focusing on the meal you were cooking. Ah. He forgot about that. He looked towards the window that he obviously smashed through, seeing as it was the only broken one of the group. He glanced at the majorly clean floor directly below it, aside from the large red stain left of the ground. Whoops. Well, that's not his problem.

His eyes drifted further, back to his body. He realized he was laying on something plush, bouncy. Your couch. It's...nice. Nice to feel like he got a good rest. As good of rest as you could get with your body fucked up and half dead even before the chase from earlier. Much nicer than the ratty bed at the hideout. He noticed then the blanket bunched up on his lap. Due to the way it was clumped, it must have been lying up on his chest before he sat up. You tucked him in with it while he was unconscious. Fuzzy, soft. Huh.

Finally, he looked at his body. Looking past the old burns, it was covered in gauze and stitches. Nothing looked professional, everything was sloppily wrapped and jaggedly sewn. He imagined he looked like a kindergartener's art project with the way he was crappily put together. Nonetheless, something pink and glittery caught his eye.

A band-aid. Wait, no. A whole arsenal of band-aids. All themed in...

Hello Kitty.

There were currently more Hello Kitty band-aids on his body than whatever was left of his normal skin.

He looked back at you with a dead-pan expression.

"Really? Hello Kitty???" were the first words he spoke.

"Ah, so he can speak," you smiled to yourself, "And, yes. Hello Kitty. Got a problem with her?"

"Nah," he scoffed, twisting his arms around to see more and more of the cheerful cat, "she just doesn't really fit my style, 'is all."

"Hm, that's good. 'Cause I was gonna throw hands if you disrespected her." you joked, stirring whatever you were cooking in the pot. He huffed out a tiny laugh at your words.

While he sat calmly on the couch as if he owned this whole goddamn apartment complex, inspecting himself, you were not so calm on the other hand. HOLY SHIT. A VILLAIN IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR HOUSE AND IS MAKING SMALL TALK WITH YOU! While you were still quaking in your fuzzy night slippers, you tried to look on the bright side. At least he didn't immediately burn you to a pile of ash when he woke up like you half expected him to do.

"There's some painkillers on the nightstand next to you. I'd advise you to take them if you want to relieve the pain from your wounds a little bit. Or I think I have some antibiotic ointment somewhere around here that you can rub on them, if you'd prefer." you called to him as you spun around the stove and oven. He saw a few of the pills sitting patiently there, as well as the glass of water you'd left for him. Hm. What a dutiful nurse. He took the pills, tossed them back into his mouth, grabbed the water, and swigged it.

It was then he realized that he was both shirtless and coatless.

He looked back at the nightstand and noticed that his shirt, now stunningly clean with not a splotch of blood to be found, was folded neat and proper right there. As if it was waiting for him. Dabi looked around for his jacket, seeing it hanging up on the coat rack by your front door. A devious remark formed on his tongue as a wicked grin settled on his stupidly handsome face.

"Wow, sweetheart~," he began, slowly standing up so as to not open any of the stitching you'd so carefully given him, "using a poor, helpless man down on his luck in his sleep is really beneath you. I was starting to think you were a better person than that~," he teased, watching your eyes grow wide and your mouth open and close like a gasping fish, trying to find words that escaped you. Cute.

"Oh- shut up, you," you felt an embarrassed heat rise to your face even though the words that swiftly shot out of your mouth reeked of confidence, "I-I...I only took off your clothes to reach your injuries!"

"Uh-huh, suuuuure~," he prodded further, sliding on his coat, and moving back to the couch to rest, "and I wasn't bleeding out on your floor a bit ago." You huffed in defeat, not wanting to battle him on a rumor you knew he knew wasn't true.

"Speaking of which," he grunted as he sat down, "how long's it been since I oh-so gracefully entered your home?"

"Only a few hours. Three, or so." you answered. His response was simply a groan of acknowledgement. The conversation died for a minute, until you continued.

"Sorry I don't have any staples to replace the ones you lost. If I had some, I would have tried to construct you back together, Frankenstein's Monster. Though, I'd doubt you'd want me to put them in for you anyways." you piped up.

He side-eyed you and said in a monotone voice, "Oh, I get it. Ha ha. Very funny. Haven't heard that one before," he sassed. He continued, this time with a tone of sincerity, "S fine. I lose these fuckers all the time. Got more back at my place," he ended it there. You chose to follow his lead. Silence filled the room yet again, nothing but the clanking of the pots and pans filling the thick air.

In those few minutes you had to think, you came to a conclusion. As charming of company as he is, he can't stay here. It's too risky. Too risky for your safety, too risky for the other tenants, and too risky for the building. If someone other than you saw him flouncing around your apartment like he comes over every other day, things would not end well for either of you. You're a good person, and you don't want society to deem you a bad one just because you helped someone who was shunned by the masses. It's not right, but sadly, it's the way that it is.

"You eat. Then, you're gone." you decided to finally cut the stale tension. You held your breath, waiting for his response.

"Damn, kicking me out so soon? And here I thought we were having a good heart-to-heart," he shifted his body on the couch to face you, donning a crooked smirk on his face. Oh. A smirk. A smirk is better than anger, or, even worse, indifference. At least you know you're entertaining the criminal rather than pissing him off.

"Hey, you can't blame me," you turned to face him with your arms crossed, "I don't want the cops hanging around here. Who knows what would happen if someone figured out I helped and housed a...less than savory individual." You chose to mutter that last part to yourself under your breath. You might think he's okay so far, but many others in higher positions of power than yourself would disagree.

"So, you know." He stood from the couch. It startled you; the way he could switch his emotions from 0-100 in milliseconds. One minute ago, you two were laughing about a stupid printed band-aid, and now you're scared you pushed too many buttons too quickly.

Your hands shook, and you dropped the cooking utensil in your hand, "K...Know what?" He snaked across the room with no hesitation or issue, like the spacious distance he covered so quickly was nothing to him. You wanted to not back down, to not show any fear like him, but it was impossible with this large of a threat coming so close to you. You inched back as he breached the kitchen.

At that moment when he stood like an impenetrable wall directly in front of you, when he lowered his face to look directly in your eyes, when his own lips were only a few inches from your trembling ones; his name finally came to mind

Dabi.

"You know I'm a villain...," Dabi finally whispered. His breath was laced with the overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke and some kind of strong whiskey. A combo that wasn't exactly pleasant like fresh roses, but who needs roses when it shook you down to your core (scared horny). BUT GOD DAMMIT, THAT SHOULDN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW!!! Why is it that even when you're stuck in this very vulnerable position with this highly dangerous criminal, you can't get your mind out of the filthy gutter?!?!?!

"Y...Yes?" you wanted your words to be strong and unwavering, impress Dabi with your bravery, but they were meek and hooked up at the end to form a question more than anything.

"So," he suddenly wrapped his powerful arm around your waist and walked you back to the nearest wall. You yelped at the intrusion of your space, and again when his other arm caged you into the space as he leaned his hand against the wall, "why?"

"Why what?!" you squeak out to him, lightly pushing your hands against his hard chest in an extremely weak effort to get him to back off. Please move away, powerful and sexy man, before you melted into a puddle of goo and made a fool of yourself.

"Why would a sweet, innocent civilian help the big, bad villain?" he finished. You were stumped at his question as you too had been debating it in your head for the last few hours. Why? Why did you heal him? Why did you give him shelter? Why did you protect his whereabouts from the police and heroes? Why were you cooking him food!? WHY?!

You took a deep breath, shook off whatever nerves you could as fast as you could, and looked him dead in the eye, "I saved you because I saw not a villain, not a wanted man, but a person bleeding out on my floor. A person in need of help. If I didn't help you, how could I call myself a decent person after idly standing by as someone dies on my watch?"

Saved. That word caught Dabi's eye. You think you didn't just help him, rather, you saved his life.

Hm.

Oh, this could be fun~!

After letting your words have a chance to hang in the air for a moment, Dabi's face curled up into a sinister grin. Which made yours instantly fall. Shit. You fucked up. He didn't like your answer. You're screwed. Goodbye, world. Goodbye, Hello Kitty. It was nice to see your happy face before burning to death.

"I see, little hero~," he teased, leaning back and taking a step away from you. He was still cornering you, but he'd at least given you some space to breathe properly. You took a few more shaky breaths to calm your nerves, not fully dropping your guard in case he was simply torturing his prey before enacting the kill.

"How brave of you to care for the dastardly villain. Heh." Dabi chuckled to himself. He turned around, and sauntered off to the living room. You didn't pursue him, you couldn't even if you wanted to with how similar to Jell-O your legs were as they had begun to wobble. As to not fall flat onto your face, you slid down the wall, and planted your butt onto the ground. Dabi fixed his coat, and stalked off to the broken window.

As he bent his leg up and took one step out of the window, he looked back at you. He looked ethereal, practically glowing in the moon's beams that shined through the city. His turquoise eyes bore into your soul, as if marking it with their own special burn as a parting gift. You couldn't forget those eyes, not after seeing the hope in them. How extravagantly his emotions swirled in them.

He spoke in a rumbling voice, "Not gonna say goodbye because this isn't one. You're something. Definitely something. I like things that catch my eye. And you...you certainly have. But be wary of who you expend that kind heart of yours to. I went easy on you this time, but there are plenty of people in my line of work who aren't willing to give civilians like you a chance. Can't have my newest interest be clipped so soon~," he smirked at you.

"See you later, little hero," Dabi called.

Before he could climb fully out of the window and off to who the hell knows where, you found your words and snarkily yelled, "You're welcome anytime, Dabi! Though, maybe next time don't come barreling in and breaking stuff. The front door works just fine. If you hurt yourself, I'll just have to stick more cute band-aids on you!"

He paused at the name drop, looking back at you with shock. But the shock quickly faded as a grin took its place. He let out a genuine laugh this time. One that made your heart flutter.

"I'll think about it, (Y/N)~," he winked. And with that, he turned around and sped off on the fire escape.

You watched the window, heart still jumping in your throat at his words. You eventually let out a small sigh, "Bonding with a villain over Hello Kitty band-aids...what exactly has my life come to?" You continued to mindlessly stare at where the dashing man had so quickly entered and left your life. Slowly, your mind became less foggy, and you only now noticed a pile of something on the ground. It lay near the spot on the couch where Dabi sat not long ago. Curious, you walked over to it. Bending your knees, you grab one of the items, and throw your head back in frustration.

A small pile of Hello Kitty band-aids had been dumped unceremoniously on the rug.

You growled, "Pussy. How wasteful! I put them on so carefully too...oh, well, I guess." you scooped up the pile and waltzed over to the trash can in your kitchen.

"Sorry, Hello Kitty," you apologized to the inanimate objects as you threw them in the trash, "he's just not used to the 'bad bitch' lifestyle."

You looked over at the abandoned food on the stove. Black curling smoke was rising from all of the pots and from the stove, an image that made your vocabulary lit up with curses, "GOD DAMN FUCKING HELL!!!!! DABI, YOU SLEEZY FUCK!!! YOU MADE ME BURN MY FUCKING FOOD!"

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A few floors above your apartment, Dabi sat idly on the rooftop. He gazed wordlessly upon the colorful city, smoking a cigarette placed between two of his fingers. Though, the stick was harder to grip than normal due to a lone Hello Kitty band-aid clinging to his pointer finger. Noticing the cutesy wrapping, he scoffed.

Snuffing out the cigarette, Dabi brought his finger closer and twisted it around, watching it glitter in the moonlight. He moved to rip it off, wanting for it to fall the same fate as the countless others he'd removed in your apartment, but something stopped him. He brushed his opposite hand's thumb against the protective paper as if he was mesmerized. It made him think of your touch, your laugh, your smile. How you had so much care to give to the world that you would spend your time saving a ruthless bum like him from Death's doorstep. You're too good for this lousy, undeserving world.

He thinks back to the ideology of Stain, the blueprint he follows so closely in his methods of destruction. In his master's very own description, your traits all point to that of a true hero. One of the rare few this world truly has left. Someone who does things not just for their own benefit, not for money, not for fame, but because they genuinely want to help others. They genuinely want to help this world thrive. Too bad you were a nobody civilian. And too bad he was a...

"Tch," he shook his head at his own disgustingly mushy thought. Sappy bullshit. Damn, what the hell had you done to him? Maybe that was your quirk. Effect his emotions and shit like that. However you managed to dig those up out of their graves, he'll never know. But even he has to admit, it felt...sorta...good to be cared for.

"Guess the nickname fits you after all, little hero~," he mumbled to himself and the moon.

He knows he shouldn’t be so weak for a nobody who he met completely by accident only a few hours ago. He’s got goals, goals that mean more than risking it all for some dumbass who saved his skin once. But he forgot what real kindness felt like after living so long in a world of darkness and constant backstabbing chaos. He missed those conversations. He missed the days in the sun. He missed being treated like a person and not like a weapon or a maniac. He missed...ugh, whatever.

Whenever the soonest date he can see you again comes, he'll be there.

"Hello hello kitty! Hello dear friend

Your smile's pretty like a flower that's in bloom

Love is in your heart and things are happy too

Hello hello kitty! Play with us today!"

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Well, damn. (ﾟ Дﾟ ;) This ended up much longer than I intended it to be! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡ BUT OH WELL, I GUESS! Hope you enjoyed my filthy brain ideas!

Song: "Hello Kitty and Friends - Intro Theme" // Lyrics found on: Theme Song

{I did not make Hello Kitty, nor do I own her. I did not make this song, nor do I take credit for it. These items listed belong to the original creators.}

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Show of Trust

NS/FW Shoo!

Guess who got a random burst of inspiration and wrote a story in half a day! Me, I did.

(the comic I've mentioned is finished btw, I just need a paper scanner... And there's one at my mom's place, I'd just need to go there to use it)

This is a rewrite of my fic titled "A Consuming Curiosity" which is almost a year old now! It will be a year old the 15th of July.

Don't have a lot to say, but this is a lot better written than the last one!

Context: This is based on a random story from when I was 16 and was a mix of size-shifters and pokémon.

Pokémon will not play a big part in this, but they are still there, because they would be more important for the whole story.

Minor but important changes from original TOH fic: No restrictions on pokémon

Note: I recently found out I'm selectively mute, and it will be briefly described, but not directly.

Also Amity is autistic, and if you argue I Will Bite You /hj

Ao3

Word Count: 3.6k

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Luz relaxed on a firm bed at the place her and her friends were staying. They had finally gotten to a proper resting spot after weeks of camping and hiking in the wilderness.

It wasn’t that she didn’t find it fun, she wouldn’t be out there if she didn’t, but carrying camping gear everywhere was exhausting. And as much as she liked the rain, walking in it without waterproof clothes was a terrible experience. She had a raincoat, but it didn’t help much with her shoes or pants.

She yawned lazily and felt slightly unfocused. She reached down to pet her shiny luxio, Sunny, who was relaxing next to the bed. Sunny let out a quick purr, as she enjoyed getting pets and scratches.

Luz smiled wide. “D’aww, you’re so cute!” She squirmed around in her bed to face her, nuzzling her own face into the mane of the pokémon as she hugged her. “The cutest shiny luxio in the whole world!” She kissed the pokémon’s forehead, before she continued to pet her.

There was a hesitant knock on the door a second later. “Hey, Luz… can I come in?”

Luz blushed slightly at the sound of Amity’s voice. “Oh, uh… yes! Yeah, of course!” Luz flinched; that was not a cool way to say that. She swore in her head, before she tried to pull herself together when the door opened. “What’s up?” she tried to ask casually.

Amity’s face reddened slightly, before she looked away from Luz. “Well, I was thinking… Do you want to go on a walk? Just us two?”

Luz took a deep breath to calm herself. Friends could ask each other to go on walks one on one; it didn’t have to mean anything. “Sure, that sounds great!” She got Sunny back in her poké ball, before she hopped out of bed to get ready for the walk.

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Once they were deeper out in the forest, Amity glanced at Luz unsurely. She was clearly about to say something, but she turned back around without a word.

Luz questioned the look, but didn’t ask about it. As curious as she was, if Amity didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t pry. Her friend’s privacy was more important than her own nosiness. Luz focused on something else. “Sooo…” She didn’t actually know what to say, as she looked for something to talk about. “How is Aster doing?”

Amity’s eevee was a lot like Amity. He used to put on the same tough act Amity did, but now where she was showing her soft side more; so was he.

Amity glanced back with a raised eyebrow. “He’s doing good, why do you ask?”

Luz felt slightly embarrassed. “Well, uh… I think he’s cute, and I wanted to make sure he was doing good!” Maybe that was a bad start. She couldn’t find anything else to talk about, as she instead just messed with her hoodie strings while she did her best to forget her awkward question.

She nearly jumped when Amity addressed her a minute later. “What did you say?”

Amity stood at the edge of the path, gesturing with her head for Luz to follow. It looked like someone had been that way recently. Maybe the day before or that morning. “We’re going this way…” She hesitated another second. “And… I have something important to tell you, but it has to wait until we are farther away from here.”

Luz perked up, almost letting herself ask what, before she realized that would be a dumb thing to say. At least she had stopped herself from saying something stupid for once… She followed Amity closely, as her curiosity grew.

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Amity seemed to know exactly where they were heading, and Luz was sure it was her who had left the marks of flattened vegetation and snapped twigs. “When did you go looking for this place?”

Amity tensed for a second. “Oh, uh… I went for a walk yesterday, when you were spending time with Willow and Gus.” Her voice quivered slightly, before a shiver ran through her and she began fidgeting with her hands. “Luz… How much do you trust me?”

Luz’s foot rolled on a large root. “Woah-” Amity caught her hand last second. “Thanks…” She smiled sheepishly, glancing at Amity to see if she seemed annoyed or amused. It was thankfully neither, as she only seemed to be worried. “What was the question?”

Amity shook her head, letting go of her hand. “It can wait…”

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They walked for a bit longer, when they finally arrived at a treeless patch in the forest. “Here it is…” she turned back towards Luz; Amity’s expression seemed almost pleading. “Can I take a few seconds to feel ready?”

Luz nodded firmly. “Of course.” She watched Amity walk out into the field of unkempt grass, before she turned her head up against the sky and took a deep breath.

She mimicked Amity’s behavior without thinking, as she closed her eyes and felt the sun shine down on her face. After a second, she sighed and looked around the clearing. And on a second look; it was pretty beautiful.

Not in a usual sense, but in a natural sense. Nothing about it seemed like it was made by humans for the view. It was overgrown with thistles and the grass looked like it had not even felt steel brush against it… Yet the grass had gained a reddish-brown shade, and the thistles had bloomed with pretty pinkish-purple flowers. And there were specs of color by small flowers growing in between it all.

Luz’s heart felt soft at the sight and her eyes fell on Amity. ‘This place is kind of romantic…’ Her heart thumped at the thought she had. ‘Did Amity take me out here to confess?’ She shook her head to get the thought out as fast as she could. ‘Of course not! That would be too cheesy; Amity would never find this romantic…’

Amity finally spoke up again. “Luz… I don’t want to sound dramatic about this, but it’s really hard to get out.” Luz’s eyes widened with a mix of nerves and hope. “I can’t say it…” Amity’s eyes squeezed shut, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks and Luz rushed over to her.

“Amity, you don’t have to-” she began, but her friend shook her head.

“No, no, I need to, I can’t keep it secret…” She took another deep breath. “I’m a size-shifter.”

Luz took a startled step backwards, but didn’t do anything else. Footage of size-shifters swallowing people whole and alive immediately jumped to the front of her mind and her stomach churned at the thought. Her mouth hung open with unasked questions, as she tried to process what Amity said.

Both of them stared at each other, neither finding the words to ask or explain.

Luz spoke first. “I don’t understand.” The confusion in her voice was clear. “Am I missing something?” If Amity was a size-shifter and she viewed it as a bad thing, she had to be one of the people eaters, didn’t she? Yet Luz couldn’t believe it. “You’re… not going to eat me, right?”

Amity still didn’t say anything, and Luz took another step back as she continued to stare weirdly desperately at her. She mouthed something, but nothing more than a hushed whisper came out.

Luz realized what was wrong. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!” She knew exactly what was going on with Amity; she had been through that herself many times. “Do you want to sit down?” Amity shook her head the tiniest bit.

Luz waited patiently for Amity to calm down.

After a few minutes, Amity spoke. “Thank you…” She sat down, putting her head in her hands. “I don’t know where to begin…” She looked up at Luz, before realizing she had sat down next to her. “What do you want to know?”

Luz didn’t feel comfortable asking, but she couldn’t think of another question. “Well… The obvious, I guess…” She could at least try to be less blunt with her wording. ‘I could be sitting next to a murderer.’

Amity gave a short nod. “So… I know you’ve seen the reports, but… It’s not what it looks like-” She looked at Luz for a reaction, before continuing. “-I know it’s confusing and it’s hard to explain… I’ll try.” For a few seconds she thought it over. “I guess… it’s hard to put into words.” She looked at Luz. “Imagine… hugging someone you like as tightly as you can.”

Luz shifted uncomfortably. “Where’s this going?”

An intense blush spread across Amity’s face in embarrassment. “For size-shifters… We can swallow people safely, and that’s almost how doing that feels to us.”

It took Luz a few seconds to process, but it was as if something clicked when she did. “So you’re telling me that all this fear and hatred towards size-shifters is pointless?!” She sprung up on her feet and began to pace. “It shouldn’t matter if it’s kind of gross; it doesn’t mean you have to be treated this way!” Being judged for something you couldn’t help… That was a feeling Luz knew all too well. “You’re not even hurting anyone!”

Luz looked at Amity, seeing her shocked expression. For a second she worried she had said the wrong thing, but Amity smiled and got up to hug her tightly.

Luz felt a cold shiver run through her, despite her not wanting to be scared of Amity. If eating someone was like a hug then… Did Amity want to eat her?

Amity took a step back after Luz shivered. “What’s wrong?” She only took a second to figure it out. “Luz, it’s not the same exact feeling, it was a comparison.”

Luz let out a relieved laugh. “Oh thank Arceus! I thought it was for a moment!” She felt a bit nervous. “I don’t judge, but… I can’t really imagine I would like being eaten.” Her eyes fell on Amity’s stomach, and she suppressed the urge to shiver.

Amity seemed a little hesitant. “Uh… Would you let me hold you in my hands?”

Luz smiled awkwardly. “Only if you promise not to eat me,” she joked, though she was a little wary of her.

Amity smiled back. “I promise…” she paused, but didn’t think about whatever was on her mind long.

Luz felt a jolt of adrenaline rush through her, as she stared up at Amity. Luz shook her head to try and make sense of it, but it didn’t help much. Amity lowered her hand down, and Luz climbed up on it.

As they watched each other, Luz suddenly felt her face heating up. There was something about the look in Amity’s eyes that made her blush. She had just been looking at her, but it felt like it was a lot more than just curiosity. It was a soft and admiring look.

She felt Amity’s hand shift carefully, before she gently lifted Luz’s arm with her finger. Luz looked up at Amity, slightly confused, but she didn’t protest. Amity focused on her. “What do you think?”

Luz tried to reach for any good thoughts, but all that came to mind was… “You’re huge.” Luz grimaced. “I mean- yeah, but uh…” she trailed off. “I like being held... at least by you.”

Amity licked her lips, before she smiled joyfully. “I like holding you too.” Her brow furrowed suddenly.

Luz didn’t take much notice of Amity licking her lips; it didn’t have to mean anything. But she was slightly concerned about her friend. “Something wrong?”

“Not… really?” replied Amity unsurely. It was clearly not the entire truth, but Luz didn’t have to prod. “It’s just… Are you… sure you don’t want to try being eaten?”

Luz got dizzy at the thought of Amity wanting to eat her. “Please don’t do that…”

Amity’s face fell into a sad frown. “I won’t…” She sighed. “I won’t do anything you’re not okay with.” Her expression turned from letdown to sincere. “I promise.”

Luz wasn’t sure what to think. It wasn’t more than the bare minimum of respect, but for some reason her tone made her feel like her feelings weren’t as one-sided. “Hey… Amity?”

“What?”

Luz felt a nervous jolt in her chest. “I…” She had to pause for a moment. “I like you… As more than a friend.”

For a second Luz panicked that Amity was going to be upset when she put her down, but she turned back to her regular height. “Luz! Are you trying to make me want to swallow you?”

Luz sat up straight. “What? How- why would I do that?!”

Amity seemed slightly defeated. “It might not be the same as a hug, but it’s still a form of affection.” She blushed slightly. “Also… I don’t know how to say it, but I like you too.”

An awkward smile stretched across Luz’s face. “Well, I could have gotten that from what you said before…” Her stomach whirled with emotions, as she looked up at Amity. “What… What exactly do we do now? I mean… I haven’t dated before.”

Amity seemed just as unsure. “We’ll… figure it out?”

Both of them stared at each other without any words.

Luz thought about what Amity had asked earlier. Maybe she could… at least look at her mouth. “So… If I just wanted to have a look at your mouth, but not be eaten, would that be okay?”

Amity’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yeah!” She grew back to her giant height faster than Luz thought she could have.

Luz climbed up on her hand again. “You promise you won’t eat me unless I say you can?”

“Yes, I promise.” Her tone was sure, and it calmed Luz’s worries.

Amity lifted her hand to her face, before she opened her mouth wide.

Luz felt slightly uncomfortable at the sight. “Hold on, I need to take off my belt.” She grabbed the flashlight from it, before she took it off. “I don’t want to risk you swallowing any of these things.” Amity closed her mouth briefly, as she took the toolbelt and put it somewhere she could find it.

“Anything else?” Amity tilted her head slightly, and Luz shook her head in response. “Alright.”

Luz gulped, as she watched Amity open her mouth again. She turned on her flashlight, before shining it into Amity’s mouth. To her surprise, it didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would.

She leaned a tad into her mouth, touching her tongue gently. It was soft and warm, but obviously also wet and slimy. She tried to move her hand away, but the tongue followed and licked against her arm. She immediately got cold feet. “Never mind, stop!”

Luz felt Amity blow out a sigh, but she listened and lifted her back out. “Want to go back now?”

Luz shook her head. “No… I’m not sure.” She looked at Amity’s lips. “Can you open your mouth again?”

Amity did as Luz asked, bringing her back to it.

Luz leaned in again, but a lot farther than last time. “Don’t eat me.” She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, before she climbed into her mouth. “You… You can close your mouth, but don’t swallow.” Her pulse thundered in her ears, as Amity’s mouth closed around her. ‘Calm down… it’s just Amity…’ Though she didn’t get to tell Amity to spit her out.

Amity let her back out into her hands. “Luz… Please tell me if you want to back down.”

But that wasn’t what she wanted. “I don’t think I want to.” There was… something about it. “I know I can trust you.” She looked at Amity’s throat, before her eyes drifted to her stomach. “So… I’ll let you swallow me.”

Amity didn’t move. “Only if you promise to let me know if it’s too much.”

Luz nodded, but Amity didn’t do anything. “I promise I will.”

Amity lifted her up to her mouth, before she tilted her head and hand to let Luz slide onto her tongue.

Luz squirmed, and Amity paused. “I’m fine!” she reassured her, and she felt the tongue under her moving.

Amity obviously tasted her, as she lapped and pushed against Luz’s body wherever she could find a bit of exposed skin. “Wait… Do I taste good?” She was suddenly pushed towards the front of Amity’s mouth as she hummed. “Oh, now you have to tell me what I taste like later!” She was pretty sure she didn’t taste like anything other than sweat, but Amity clearly had a different experience.

After a few minutes of being rolled around by Amity’s tongue, she was soaked and in a good position to swallow. Amity licked her one more time before she waited for Luz’s decision. “You can swallow.”

Amity didn’t wait another second, as her tongue immediately squished Luz down into her throat and she gulped noisily.

Luz felt a prickle of panic, as the esophagus grabbed tightly onto her and dragged her down slowly. She took a deep breath; there was no reason to panic. And she had a feeling her last chance to back out of this whole thing was when she gave Amity permission.

She felt Amity’s tongue move again, and she resisted the instinct to try to grab onto it, before her tongue shoved her down her throat.

She heard Amity swallow again and some more saliva joined her. She could feel and hear Amity’s heart beat to her left. It was calm enough that her own pulse was slowing down from her panic.

Luz let herself get squeezed down into Amity’s belly with no protests.

Her feet slipped through the opening of the stomach and it only took a second before the rest of her followed.

She listened to Amity’s body working, finding the thumping of her heart and the sound of her breathing sleep-inducing. She couldn’t hold in a yawn.

“Luz?”

Luz perked up slightly. “What?”

Amity breathed out a sigh. “Just wanted to check on you… How does it feel to be in there?”

Luz couldn’t help the blush that spread across her face. “Oh uh… It’s really nice… and relaxing. Could I… maybe take a nap? Just a short one?”

Amity chuckled slightly. “Go ahead.”

Luz closed her eyes, falling asleep in a few minutes.

Amity sat still, in awe of what had happened. Luz had told her she liked her, she accepted her being a size-shifter, she was willing to let herself be eaten AND she liked it. Amity was pretty sure it had to be a dream, but the feeling of Luz sleeping in her stomach was too real. She hugged her belly tightly, feeling happier than she had maybe ever felt.

She wished she could keep her even closer, but this was as close as she could get. Luz was completely hidden away from everything, and it was all because of her body. She would keep Luz safe in whatever way she could, and nothing could keep her more hidden than having her inside her belly.

Amity gently shifted to lie down, hoping she wasn’t jostling Luz, as she stared up at the clouds.

She licked her lips, still tasting a hint of sweetness from Luz. She rested her hand over her belly, as she thought of her. The taste was hard to describe as anything other than sugary and sweet, but she liked it. Maybe something like very sweet marshmallows. Amity compared the thought with the taste in her mouth, and it seemed to fit.

‘Marshmallow…’ She tried the thought out as a possible teasing nickname, but it didn’t seem to fit Luz well. It sounded better fit for a chubby person.

She relaxed and watched the sky, until Luz woke up.

¨¨

Luz woke up from her short nap, slightly disoriented. She was wet and it was dark… After a minute of thought she remembered where she had fallen asleep. She stretched, not feeling much like coming out of Amity’s stomach. “Hey Amity, how long did I sleep for?”

Amity’s heartbeat sped up slightly. “Oh, uh… Maybe half an hour? Not too long, did you sleep well?”

Luz thought about it. “Kind of? It’s really soft in here, but... I didn’t sleep for long.”

“Do you want me to let you out?”

“Eh…” Luz considered it again. “Not really, but I can’t stay in here forever.”

The stomach constricted around her, as she was quickly forced back out of Amity’s body.

She slid into Amity’s hands, before she felt her tongue drag across her. “Wha- Ugh! AMITY!” she spluttered. “Gross, I was just in your stomach!”

Amity smiled sheepishly. “It wasn’t for the taste, Luz; you’re a lot slimier than before.”

Luz snorted in amusement. “And you decided licking it off was the best way to deal with it?”

Amity rolled her eyes. “If you keep being snarky, I might just eat you again,” she teased.

Luz grinned. “Oh? Is that meant to be a threat? I could use another nap.”

After they finished goofing around, Amity offered her sleeve. “Dry yourself off as much as you can.” She looked a bit unsure. “If anyone asks, just don’t tell them what happened.”

Luz nodded, and did her best at getting the slime off herself and her clothes.

When Luz couldn’t get any drier, Amity gave Luz her toolbelt and turned back to her usual height.

They looked into each other’s eyes, hesitant to speak.

“So… what did I taste like?” Amity snorted out a laugh at the unexpected question. “Extremely sweet marshmallows.”

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corisanna · 3 years ago

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Something dark for @catboy-von-seckendorff's Domestic Witches AU.

Inspired by recent posts about the dark side of Oktavia still being a witch despite living a human life.

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warning: violence, blood

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Oktavia was absentmindedly cataloging her errands for the rest of the day after a morning session at the symphony while on her way to the subway when she heard a general broadcast telepathic cry for help from either a magical girl or a saved witch.

Oktavia took a sharp turn into an alley, threw her purse behind a dumpster, and broadcast, <I'm coming. Where are you?>

The young voice cried a landmark and Oktavia took off across rooftops. She arrived at the construction site a moment too late. She saw Sabrina, the saved Button Witch who had been a twelve-year-old named Mari, cowering on the ground in fear with her arms above her to shield as a magical girl from out of town struck a killing blow. Sabrina condensed into a Grief Seed and that new girl Satoko snatched her off the ground, held her up, and smirked.

The sea sang murder in Oktavia's head. She considered her options and chose one. Quick would be too merciful so she would play with her food and not eat it until it realized it was food.

Oktavia lightly leapt down to the dirt just within hearing range and called out, "I know you were made aware of the treaty."

Satoko had whirled to guard with her sword at the sound of her landing. She looked Oktavia up and down and raised a brow. "So I was."

Ah, Oktavia liked being underestimated for walking into a battle in casual clothes with no weapon. For looking like some random mom off the street.

"You just broke the treaty," Oktavia said as though making light conversation.

"I didn't sign any treaty, witch," Satoko said airily. "I didn't come here to play nice. I came here to hunt witches like magical girls are supposed to. And this place is bursting at the seams with witches. You're wearing human masks, but witches all the same."

"Do you know where witches come from?" Oktavia asked with polite curiosity. "Do you know who it is you're killing?"

"Of course," Satoko sniffed. "Witches are born from the weak magical girls who don't make the cut. The ones who can't keep up with the big girls." She lifted Sabrina's Grief Seed and used it on the Soul Gem in the center of her chest, then tossed it away like trash. "Too bad for them. It's survival of the fittest out here."

Oktavia held her right hand out to her side at hip height and manifested a cutlass with its point balanced on the ground and her hand lightly resting on its hilt. "Survival of the fittest, huh?" she said pleasantly. Oktavia hooked her finger in the guard and lifted the cutlass from the ground. She started to twirl it lazily. "Do you think you're the fittest in this town?"

Satoko tossed her hair in a way far inferior to Homura's use of the move as condescension. "Fitter than you, at least," she said haughtily. "You obviously couldn't cut it as a magical girl if you're what you are now, witch. I doubt you're any better now."

Oktavia's face split into a wide, bloodthirsty grin. Oh, this was going to be so lovely. She'd nibble, nibble, nibble at the worm on the hook until it fell apart. Death of a thousand cuts. Crush the spirit then crush the body. Time to play with not being bothered by injuries to build the fear of her being unstoppable, to make the enemy feel despair of ever winning. She magically reinforced her bones to maximize the punishment her body could take and prepared for deliberately self-sabotaged defense.

Still. Oktavia liked drawing first blood, so she'd start with offense. She didn't wait for any sign of readiness to fight on Satoko's part. She just rushed the girl's right side as she summoned a second cutlass to her left hand. Satoko blocked her right blade, but left her side wide open for Oktavia to score a light slash to her back with her second blade as she passed her. First blood with near zero effort. Kind of a disappointment.

Oktavia stood still and allowed Satoko to land a strong blow to her upper arm. She felt the sword hit the bone but felt no pain, as usual. She shrugged her shoulder to free herself of the blade and looked at Satoko, who had withdrawn. She smiled and said, "Swing harder next time," as her musical stave circle magic healed the wound.

Satoko scowled and attacked her from the front. Oktavia used one cutlass to block and redirect the blade to give her a deep slice at her hip. Again, she didn't react in pain. Satoko backed off and sliced the air, sending a crescent-shaped energy attack her way. Oktavia raised and crossed her blades to block and weathered the force, which wasn't much compared to the softball attacks Mami threw at her in playful spars. She heard Satoko's steps as she rushed behind the light blind and made a cross slash at just the right time to block her blade, redirect it left, and kick Satoko's legs out from under her. The girl tumbled down but rolled to the side and recovered well. She bounced back and slashed. Oktavia decided to play and dropped her left cutlass to catch the oncoming blade barehanded. The blade hit with force that should have cut her hand in half.

"Cute trick with that light attack rush," Oktavia said as she shoved the blade away and healed her hand. "You should join the circus."

Satoko briefly looked unsettled but rushed her again. However, she telegraphed her attack so Oktavia could read it as probably hitting her somewhere between hip and ribs on her right side. She decided to allow it while wary of a change of target just in case. Satoko hit exactly where Oktavia thought she would, blade slashing deep enough in to almost hit her spine. Not too shabby. Finally taking this seriously?

Oktavia backhanded Satoko in the face and sent her sprawling. She idly removed the blade from her side and threw it back to Satoko. Her insides tried to be outsides so she shoved them back where they belonged and let the wound close.

Satoko looked deeply disturbed. Good. Progress. Time to escalate.

She started to slip into near-madness. She embraced it. Now to raise the curtain on her orchestra. Let the music guide her into frenzy.

Oktavia rushed Satoko armed with just one cutlass. She slashed to achieve small injuries on the girl while leaving herself open to receiving much worse injuries from her. Injuries that would make near anyone else collapse in agony or cripple them. Nearly sever her left arm at the elbow? That was nothing. Stabbed through the chest? Prying the sword out from between her ribs and coughing up blood as the lung healed was annoying but otherwise no problem. Whenever her opponent's sword got lodged in her body she would simply pull it out and return it. Satoko's disturbance was escalating into open fear at her relentlessness and seeming invulnerability.

Like those who provoked her usually did.

Good, good. Let her feelthefear of being overwhelmed by an opponent like Sabrina had. Let her seeherdeath coming. How Oktavia loved to see the wormonthehook squirm!

"Please, little hotshot," Oktavia taunted. "Can't you do anything but play with that sword?"

"How are you still standing?" Satoko panted as she wobbled into a defensive pose again. "Why aren't you screaming?"

Oktavia laughed with a wide grin. "What, you think your little paper cuts can hurt me?" She laughed again, far less sane, and her face twisted into wild-eyed bloodlust. She threw her arms wide in invitation. "C'mon, try again. Maybe I'll feel something this time!"

Satoko hesitate. Weakness.

Beat more intoher.

Oktavia lunged forward attack. Satoko fallback desperate blocks slices. Oktavia take meaningless injuries laugh.

"Thought I couldn't cut it! What happened to that?!" Oktavia crowed.

Push back, girl stumbling.

Hack, slash. Hack, slash.

Blood.

Slash slash hack. Hack--

Strike fearintoheart. Hackslash.

Fear like Sabrinainher. Hackslash.

Revengefor sisterwitch. Hackslash.

Failtoprotect mustavenge. Hackslash.

Enemy collapse.

Hackslash.

Blood.

Laughing.

Hackhackslash.

Worm onthehook seesfish coming.

Time to bite.

Laughing.

Enemy screaming atfeet.

Hackslash.

Screaming ismusic.

Laughing, laughing.

Back off to breathe from the laughing.

"You're a monster," Satoko sobbed from where she lay broken and bloody.

Oktavia giggled and said, "Yes. I am." She smirked viciously. "Wanna see?"

She darted down and grabbed the darkening Soul Gem at Satoko's chest. She pulled back and ripped it from the girl's costume, which dissolved back into casual clothes that were immediately soaked in blood. Oktavia held the egg-shaped gem aloft between thumb and forefinger. She shifted into her monstrous form in a blink to do the same with her much larger gauntlet and loomed over the defeated magical girl, who whimpered in terror.

"How's survival of the fittest working out for you?" Oktavia asked her gleefully just before crushing the Soul Gem in her armored grasp.

The body fell lifeless. Oktavia looked at it as she came down from the high of battle. After a good ten minutes of staring and returning to some rationality, she shifted back to human form. One thought summoned her labyrinth's door and another summoned a flock of chittering Anthonies to swarm the construction site and start cleaning up the bloody mess the battle had made of it.

"Bring me Sabrina's Grief Seed when you find it, please," she ordered them. They waved their insect-like arms in acknowledgment of her order.

Oktavia stood over the body and stared for a minute before sneering, "Jumped-up little invader. Thought you could ruin what we've made for ourselves here? So stupid."

Her eyes narrowed as she sensed something. She nudged the body with her foot to roll it side to side then bent over and rifled through its pockets. Yes-- another Grief Seed. Whose? A fallen or a saved witch? Someone to try to identify. Such a mess.

Another thought summoned four Klarissas to her labyrinth's door. Oktavia grabbed the body by the front of its shirt and heaved it up into the air. She smirked at it for a moment, then tossed it at her familiars. They caught it and carried it back into her labyrinth. It would be waiting for her when she was ready to deal with it.

She picked up her abandoned cutlass and stood with her hands on its hilt balanced on its tip in front of her. Her favorite song came to mind and she hummed it while she dispassionately watched her eldritch cleanup crew bustle about erasing evidence by opening their grotesque mouths and licking up blood. One hurried to her and offered her Sabrina's Grief Seed. She thanked him and tucked it in her pocket with the unidentified one.

It took about fifteen minutes for the swarm to clean up the blood and smooth out the score marks the fight had left in the ground. Oktavia twirled her blade and carried it over her shoulder. Then she turned on her heel and led her familiars back into her labyrinth. They bustled about cleaning the bloody footprints she left in her wake as she strode down the entry hall. She heard her orchestra playing even before she reached the concert hall. When she entered it, she took a moment to close her eyes and let her Symposium Magarum wash over her. Delightful. The heavy despair and rage of it. Delightful.

She opened her eyes and looked around. The body had been placed in the center of the floor before her throne, exactly where she wanted it. She strolled across the open space and stopped over it. How pathetic it was. She smirked, twirled her cutlass, and slammed it down into the center mass of the body hard enough to go all the way through and remain standing upright when she let go. Humming lightly, she approached her throne, shifted into her monstrous form, and sat on it.

Oktavia swayed to the music for a few minutes before reaching down and delicately grasping her cutlass. She used it like a plastic sword cocktail pick jabbed through fruit in a mixed drink and raised the body up to her open maw, then placed the body within and pulled it off the blade to devour it whole.

Victory complete.

She reveled in her music for a good forty five minutes as she savored victory and more rationality returned. Her orchestra switched to something calming and she started to come down from her murdery mindset. Good. She had things to do.

When she was more even-headed, Oktavia shifted back to human form and evaluated herself. Her clothes were unsalvageable from slices and blood. Her Anthonies might be able to get the blood out of her shoes but they were really bad, too, so she wouldn't count on it. The ruining of clothes in battle always made her miss being able to transform into her magical girl costume that conveniently reset to pristine with every new use and saved her normal clothes. Clothes and shoes weren't cheap.

She took off her shoes and socks and dropped them on the floor for her Anthonies to either clean or devour and walked back toward the entry hall barefoot so she wouldn't leave more bloody footprints. She opened one of the doors she had made appear as she customized her labyrinth over the years and entered a large side hall. She looked down its curve and saw familiars she had gathered over the years from eating fallen witches' Grief Seeds peeking out of the doors to their rooms to see what she was doing. She waved at them and entered the first door on the right to go into the large bathroom.

Oktavia took the two Grief Seeds out of her pocket and set them on the counter, then stripped off her ruined clothes and dumped them in a basket to give to the Anthonies later. She had to peel them off because the blood was congealing and making them sticky. Bother. Then she went to the sink and washed her hands. While there, she looked in the mirror. Yes, she definitely looked like she had violently murdered someone. And there was so much sticky blood in her hair. Ugh. Hair was always the most difficult thing to wash when it was this bad.

She scrubbed in the shower for a long time and got everything off her body, but her hair was stubborn. Eventually, she gave up and called a Klarissa to come and pick at it with her humanoid hands. Then she towel-dried, put on her spare clothes, and checked the time.

Almost evening. She only had time to do a couple of her errands before she'd be missed by Kyoko and Mami by being late for dinner. And some of the places she had to go were probably closing for the day. Annoying. That little bitch had ruined her responsible plans.

Oktavia exited her labyrinth and retraced her path to reach the alley she had started in. She retrieved her purse from behind the dumpster and checked that her phone and money were still there. Yes. The most important errands were getting more of Anthony's favorite oatmeal so he'd have it for breakfast the next morning and picking up Mami's fancy dry-clean-only skirt she wanted for some important presentation at college the next afternoon. Those were quick, so she got home on time.

"I'm home!" she announced brightly as she closed the door behind her.

"Mama's hooome!" Anthony cheered, running to greet her with a hug around the legs as she held up the bags in her hands.

Mami peeked out of the kitchen and everyone else turned from the TV to look at her and greet her.

"Hey, Mami," Oktavia said. She shook the bags. "I ran into some major delays so I only managed the skirt and oatmeal. I'll do the rest tomorrow."

"Oatmeeeal!" Anthony cheered.

Oktavia's lips quirked and she offered him the grocery bag. "Take it to Mommy so she can put it away."

"Okay! I'm helping!"

He took it and trotted to the kitchen. Mami took it but looked concerned. "What happened to delay you?"

Oktavia had debated this. She could lie, but that wouldn't explain Sabrina's Grief Seed they had to give notification about and the other Grief Seed they had to try to identify. So she went with skirting the details.

She coolly said, "I got a call for help. I got there too late to save her but I managed to defeat the attacker after. She won't be a problem anymore. We have two Grief Seeds to handle, though."

Everyone stared at her in grim silence. Guessing.

Except for Nagisa, the Sweets Witch who understood for certain. Who would have done the same thing. Her face went harsh. "You took care of it?" she asked, voice as hard as the most rock-solid of jawbreakers.

Voice still light and cool, Oktavia answered, "Yes. I took care of it."

The others averted their eyes.

Except for Anthony, who looked curious and asked, "Mama, why is your hair wet?"

Ah. It hadn't dried all the way. Oktavia shrugged and lightly answered, "Oh, I dropped in my labyrinth for a shower on my way home."

The others looked uncomfortable. They knew what she would have to wash off after the interaction she summarized.

Anthony frowned. "Shower now? Mama got dirty?"

"Yes. Mama did something dirty," Oktavia answered softly.

"What did you do?"

"I scolded a very bad person who hurt someone."

"They got you dirty?"

"Very."

Anthony gave her a scowl that looked like a pout. "Hurting people is not nice."

"No, it's not."

"They won't do it no more cause you said no hurting?"

"That's right. They won't hurt anyone anymore."

"Yay!" Anthony cheered, thinking his mama had convinced someone to be good from now on.

Though she had showered, Oktavia felt filthy.

Even though she didn't regret what she had done, she did regret violating her son's image of her. He was a witch. He would understand one day. But for now he was so innocent. He thought she was the pinnacle of goodness. She was not.

Oktavia shied away from touching him for the rest of the night. She couldn't let hands as bloody as hers contaminate something so pure and clean.

#Domestic Witches AU #my writing #gift story #it's been awhile since I wrote violence or altered state of consciousness #took awhile and needed to brainstorm with friends but good practice #the battle is set to 'Diva' from the Blood+ anime OST if you want to get the Mood #COPYING AND FORMATTING THIS LONG THING WAS HELL #please let me know if you spot pasting errors before reblogging T^T

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mayans-sauce · 4 years ago

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Date Day 🖤

Gif Credit: @sonsofeorl

Pairing: Ez Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: angst but then fluff, tiny bit of smut, cursing

Request by @my-rosegold-soul HIIIII I love your writing so I’m gonna ask if you could write something about EZ trying to surprise the reader with a homemade dinner and a whole special day planned but she thinks he’s cheating because he starts to go quiet and become secretive but it ends sweet and just all flufffy. You can fill in the gaps any other way if you’d like! 🥰💖💖💖

A/N: thank for the request bby💖 This fic was supposed to be short but then finally inspiration hit me and I just kept on writing and never stopped😂 Hope you enjoy💖

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He’s cheating on you. You just know it. He’s been keeping secrets from you and acting so shady the last few days. He is not acting like himself at all.

He would be coming home more late than usual. Sometimes even in the middle of the night. You knew he was busy with the club, but he always let you know where he was and how he was doing. But recently, it was not like that.

When you come into a room, and he’s on the phone either texting or talking, he quickly puts his phone away and gives you an innocent smile. When you question him about it, he brushes it off and says that it’s just some dark and secretive club business. You know he’s lying, but you just leave it at that, not wanting to come off as annoying or clingy.

Ez rarely ever cooks. So you were surprised when you came home one day a little earlier than you had planned, and the whole house smelt like burning food. Walking into the kitchen, you saw him quickly getting rid of the evidence so you wouldn’t notice. His eyes shot up like deers in headlight when he turned around and saw you standing there. He quickly tried to explain that he was making something for Angel because he was sick and wanted to be nice to his big brother. Lies. You knew that he was full of shit because you had just been out with Angel for a quick snack.

Coming home late at night after your job shift, you just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. Dumping all your stuff on the table, you noticed a little bag from your favorite jewelry store. You know you shouldn’t, but you just wanted to see what was inside. As you were opening the bag, Ez walked in, and he quickly rushed to your side to snatch the bag away from you. You took a few steps back at how aggressively he grabbed that bag. He told you that it was a surprise for his father and didn’t want anybody to see it yet. That bag was from a woman’s jewelry store. Did Ez think you were that stupid or wasn’t he even trying to hide it anymore that he was having an affair with another woman?

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You had distanced yourself from Ez a few days. Barely talking to him or paying him any attention. He had noticed, and he looked stressed about it, but he didn’t do anything with it even then. He just left you to be. You had been thinking and planning about how you were going to approach the situation and how you would confront him about the affair he was having.

Coming home from your morning walk, you saw Ez already up and sitting on the sofa. His head down, legs are bouncing impatiently up and down. He immediately came to your side when he saw you. “It’s not what it looks like.” Wow, so typical to say that when your partner knows your cheating. “Y/N, I know what you are thinking, and it’s not that, babe.” “What is it then, Ezekiel?” You only used his full name when you were serious. “Because you’ve been very sneaky and secretive these last few days, so it must be something.” “It is! But it’s not that. Here.” He handed you a brochure for a… baking class? “What is this?” You looked at him more confused than ever. “A baking class… can't you read?” He pointed his finger at the text that said, “Baking class for couples.”

You were so disappointed in yourself now that you had thought that your sweet husband was cheating on you. Of course, he wouldn’t; it’s Ez, after all. “Ezekiel... I’m so sorry that I ever thought you would be disloyal toward me; I know you would never. I just…” “No, I’m sorry… for being secretive... I was trying my best to plan the best day for you, and I just didn’t want to spoil anything.” You crashed your body into his, hugging him tightly. He gladly accepted your hug. “But wait, what about the rest of the things? The cooking and the jewelry?” “All in good time, mi amor, but for now, go and get ready. The class starts in an hour.”

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The baking class had been the most fun ever. You had made various flavors of cupcakes that you were excited to take home and try. Ez and you kept goofing around with each other the entire time. “Accidentally” somehow getting frosting on your lips, more times than one, so then you had no other choice but to kiss each other to get it away. “Oh babe, you have frosting on your lips again.” Grabbing your cheeks with his big hands, he laid a kiss onto your soft lips, keeping them there for some seconds to get that extra flavor, you, of course. ”Mmm, tasty.” ”Me or the frosting?” ”Both,” he said while rubbing the tips of your noses together lovingly.

You may or may not have had a quick little makeout session against the decoration station while no one was looking. “If we were alone right now, I would decorate you like the delicious dessert you are and eat you up.” ”Mm.. so naught Ez.” ”And you love it,” he whispered in your ear, kissing just under it, which made your whole body erupt in goosebumps, and all you could think about now was him taking you hard against the counter with his bi… ”Can the class pay attention please,” the teacher said while giving you both dirty looks. Damn so much for ruining the moment.

“What do you mean I have to wait to taste these till later tonight? They look so delicious.” “Because I have a surprise for you when we get home.” “Fine. But only because I love you.” “That’s my girl. Now let’s go home.”

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“You are cooking me dinner?! But you don’t know how to cook. The last time you tried to cook for me, you almost burnt the house down.” “I’ve been practicing. That why I’ve been coming home so late. I took late-night cooking classes.” Your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He took his time to do all this for you. “You, my Ezekiel, are going to get some special loving tonight.” “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

“So what are you making?” “Your favorite.” “Anything I can help you with?” “You are going to sit yourself down and let your man do something special for you.”

You could get used to Ez being in the kitchen, making food for you. You were hypnotized while watching him work this new magic of his. The way he confidently prepared the food so casually while making small talk with you.

“I’m not trying to be noisy, but what was in that jewelry bag that you brought home the other day?” “Oh, that! He dropped his utensils on the counter to get the bag. “It’s for you. Here turn around so I can put it on.” “Don’t I get to see it first?” “You’ll see it when I put it on.” Doing as instructed, you got off your chair and turned around for him. Feeling the coldness of the necklace on your skin, you looked down at it; both of your initials were hanging from your neck. He brushed his lips across your shoulder before he kissed the crock of your neck gently. “I hope you like it,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s beautiful; thank you.” Turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your toes so you could reach him. His found their home around your waist, holding you close to him as physically possible. The sweet moment was interrupted by your stomach making noises, begging for food, making you both laugh. “Someone is hungry.” “Very.”

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“Fuck Ez, this meal was the best thing I have ever tasted. Thank you so much for this. Really, it’s been the best day ever.” “Everything for my favorite girl.” “Now, can we please eat the cupcakes we made? I'm dying to taste them!” ”Go get them.” You were up from your chair as fast as lightning to grab the box of treats from the kitchen counter. Opening the box, your mouth almost started to drool at the sight of the cupcakes. Both of you taking a bite of them. “Up top,” Ez said while raising his hand so that you could high five him. ”We did an excellent job on these.”

”So, what now? Do you have anything more in store for us?” ”How about... A nice bath together and then let's end the night in bed, naked in each other's arms?” ”Sounds wonderful! Let's go lover boy.”

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