#due to some rules that have now lifted now that I'm between jobs

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Snippet from The Fall of the House of Conti

Word count: 860

Characters: Sir Crocodile, Daz Bones, Milorad ( OC ), Jun'Ichi ( OC )

Warnings: None.

Author's Notes: from the history I'm slowly working up for Sir Crocodile. I hope you enjoy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

ㅤ⠀The room was quiet, unlike the cacophony of sounds coming from downstairs in the parlor. Slow footsteps drew across the floor of the lavish rooms, drawing the attention of the man sitting by the window, though he didn’t look up. His gaze was trained on the crowd below, searching for any sight of white and blue uniforms. “They will not find you here, Crocodile.” They murmured, hand coming to rest upon his shoulder gently. Their nails press into the fabric of the coat gently as they squeezed. He glanced over, studying their hand for a long moment. Nails- fake, no doubt acrylic with how they were filed into sharp points- painted a vibrant shade of red that would catch the eye regardless of how they held their hand. Said hand was attached to an arm, intricately tattooed with blue linework that should have been at home on an expensive tea set and yet instead had been placed upon a body.

ㅤ⠀“You sound certain.” Crocodile murmured, gaze lifting to study Milorad’s face curiously. They hadn’t aged in the years he’d known them; hair such a stark silver it almost appeared white, falling in silk layers to their hips. They had offered him a place to lay low after the Impel Down escape- and the subsequent war that occurred afterwards.

ㅤ⠀They sighed, shifting away, the lavish gown they wore dusting against the floor. A silk the color of emerald with black feathers along the hemlines and cuffs with a plunging neckline, showing the flat chest and even more intricate tattoo work. Milorad had once been a pirate that sailed with the infamous Fujihara Pirates, a group that had once been a terror on the Grand Line- until they met their unfortunate end at the hand of their own children. Before that, he wasn’t sure what Milorad had done; they never did give solid answers. This and that, that and this- and now they own the island that had been dubbed Pirate’s Paradise. Brothels run in a manner of which Crocodile wished all were run, with respect to the workers and strict rules that must be followed, unless you wanted to end up with a bullet between your eyes.

ㅤ⠀The bathroom door opened, spilling out steam and the scent of whiskey and vanilla musk. Jun’Ichi stepped out, towel around his shoulders, dressed aside from a shirt. His long, black hair was still wet, dripping until he brought the towel around the ends, squeezing gently. “Thank you for allowing us to use your room,” Jun’Ichi spoke, lips curving into a small, if not crooked, smile- due to the scar that trailed up from one corner of his lips. A partial Dahlia. He’d had it when he appeared in Alabasta twelve years ago, begging for a job.

ㅤ⠀He was still here.

ㅤ⠀"Of course, darling,” Milorad purred, crossing over to take over, drying Jun’s hair for him with gentle caresses. “Any member of Crocodile’s crew is always welcome upon my Island. Did you enjoy your shower?”

ㅤ⠀“I wish we had something like that on the ship!” He joked lightly, though his gaze was wary, watching Crocodile watch him.

ㅤ⠀A knock sounded on the door, drawing all attention over as Daz opened it, poking his head in. “Coast’s all clear.”

ㅤ⠀“Good. Go grab some supplies.” Crocodile sighed, dragging a hand through his still slightly damp hair.

ㅤ⠀Milorad’s hand reached out, fingers curving around the edge of the door. “I need to make my rounds. Do be sure to grab something to eat, it will be on the house, Elio.” With that, they slipped out, the scent of their rose parfum escaping with them. Jun’Ichi plopped down onto the bed, his gaze still lingering on the door.

ㅤ⠀“Milorad is to you as a mongoose is to a cobra. They will eat you alive and keep your corpse around for fun.” Crocodile warned as he opened the case on the small table, pulling free a cigar.

ㅤ⠀Jun’Ichi hummed as he looked away. That wasn’t why he had been staring. Sure, Milorad was a stunning individual with a voice that sent chills across his skin, but the name… Elio. Did it mean something in their mother tongue?

ㅤ⠀“Gods, I can hear the gears turning in your head from here.” Crocodile muttered, rubbing a hand over his eyes as smoke spilled from his lips. His fingers idly tapped the cigar against the ashtray. “Ask.”

ㅤ⠀“What does Elio mean?”

ㅤ⠀“Not what, who.”

ㅤ⠀“Pardon?"

ㅤ⠀“Jun’Ichi, are you stupid? Were you dropped on your head as a child, perhaps?” He taunted as the cigar returned to his lips, his gaze sliding slowly over to Jun’Ichi as the scent of cloves began to linger in the air.

ㅤ⠀He bristled, jaw clenching. That was bait. “No- then who does it refer to?”

ㅤ⠀An exhale; a cloud of smoke billowing into the air. “Myself.”

ㅤ⠀“Elio is your true… Surname?”

ㅤ⠀“Given name. Conti is the surname.”

ㅤ⠀“Elio Conti.” The pause that settles in the air grows pregnant. “From… From the House of Conti?”

ㅤ⠀“The one and only.”

ㅤ⠀“Is that why you don’t talk about your past?”

ㅤ⠀“One of the reasons.”

ㅤ⠀“Is that the secret that Ivankov has?”

ㅤ⠀“No.”

[afandommultiverse]

Enemies - Zora Ideale

word count - 2.5k

request - Z3ll0us

warnings - uhh none really, language probably, just some fluff

a/n - ya'll, my bad, I'm not dead just not creative, I somehow came up with this in the matter of like 5 months, and it's still shit I'm sorry guys, but I hope you all enjoy! Btw I'm going to be trying my best to come back!💕

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It seemed no matter where he went, no matter what job it was if they were there, there was no chance for him. How many bounties had he lost? How many relics had they stolen right from under him for contracts? Zora was sick of it and made it a rule to himself that he would drop everything and turn the other way when he saw them, but what was even the point? Because no matter where he went, they were always there.

Even now, a member of the Black Bulls, he was having a hard time holding back from releasing magic spells. He wanted them gone, at least that is what he thought. Why else would he get this burning feeling looking at them to speak to Magna like they have been friends for years? But, of course, Zora could never tell them. However, he wanted them to talk to him like that, not like he was just some scum on the bottom of their shoes, but it is not like all he has done has exactly helped his relationship with them, which brought him to his current predicament.

"With who?" Zora could not believe his luck. Of course, he was going to be with them. What else would the fates do but trick and play with him? His suffering must be amusing. Yami puffed on his cigarette as he handed Zora a pack of mission information.

"You are with Y/n. Now go find them and get on; I forgot about that one under some stacks of papers, due dates in 3 days." Yami kicked Zora out of his office and left him there to stare at the door as he thought about how fucked the next four days would be for him.

~~~

It was a cave expedition. Some wild animals had been going in there and coming out with big mana. It was beginning to make it dangerous for the surrounding villages who hunted wild game to put dinner on the table. But, thank the gods, Yami had cleaned off his desk; if not, who knows what kind of trouble the guild would have been in the next few days.

Walking to their room, Zora had heavy feet, which seemed only to get more weighted and weighted as he got closer to their door. Then he heard their laugh vibrating through the walls and ringing out to the hall where he could listen, halting his step and his heartbeat. Zora swallowed a knot before bringing his hand up to the door and knocking heavily. He heard their steps before the door opened, and they stared at him, sitting into their hip and glaring.

"What?" They seethed, narrowing their eyes as if looking for a trick. He sighed and handed them the folder, not even bothering to mess with them right now; they will prove him wrong later anyways.

"Be ready in thirty minutes." And then he walked away.

Y/n P.O.V

I watched Zora skulk away, a different air around him, almost defeated. I frowned before closing the door and turning back to the guest.

"Who was that?" A friend of mine from hell, a tiny demoness who specialized in brews and potions. Aliza was her name, and she was a stout little thing with filled-out curves and gorgeous maroon skin that glowed. Her nails were sharp and black, seeming to glitter in the light as she lifted her cup, which was much more prominent in her little red hands. Red swirly horns curled around her ears before pointing up in effortless black points that seemed to drip back down her horns like minor oil spills. Most enticing were her pink eyes, slit-like a cat and equally as sharp.

"Zora, a team member." I settled back down in my seat in front of her and sipped my tea. Her tail swished around her curiously as she stared at me pointedly. Since she was so short, she had to stand on the table to see eye to eye; she looked adorable under the flowers in the vase sitting at the center of the table.

"Just a team member?" Her pink eyes seemed to glint in knowing, knowing what? I did not know. I eyed her suspiciously as I finished up my meal.

"Yeah. Just a team member who, by the way, gets on my nerves sometimes and is a huge asshole." I took the final sip from my tea and gathered the dishes before throwing them through a portal to hell. Aliza looked unimpressed as she watched me close the said portal. "What?"

"You cannot keep expecting Helltower to keep doing your dishes." I grinned, dusting off my hands and moving to change.

"Of course I can! He loves me! Plus, I always repay him with little trinkets from the middle world." I mused, throwing on my guild cape and walking out of the room, Aliza following me. Her heels clicked on the stone hall as she followed me, surprisingly keeping up for being so small.

"Where are you going?" She continued to drink her tea, which she had reheated with a small flame in her hand.

"Some mission, talk shit later, okay?" She laughed before slipping through a small red vortex in front of her effortlessly, and I continued to meet Zora.

It has been silent ever since we started walking, stale moods rising from both of us. Yami had mentioned that the mission would be within walking distance. What he had failed to mention was that he thought thirty-five miles was within walking distance, which brought us here, stumbling on the only trail that would lead us to the village in need. Wind around us blew softly, whistling through the trees and making the leaves above our heads shutter and shake. Orange and yellow leaves were falling overhead to frame our little journey. Now and then, deer or a rabbit would hop across a few feet ahead of us, some even stopping to stare at us with their beady eyes before walking off.

As silent as it was between us, the forest made up plenty of sounds, birds chirping tiny tunes to each other from the high treetops. We had even heard the roars of hogs fighting by a pond over a mate. We stopped to watch them for a second but continued a little after. Eventually, Zora let out an irritated sigh and walked over to a tall, thick tree, probably hundreds of old- and kicked it so hard, the roots ripped out from the ground, well, mostly. Before any dirt or rocks could hit us, Zora quickly set up a magic circle and reflected it all. I watched in astonishment and confusion. What the hell was he doing? Then, as dozens of birds flew away from the scene, scared of such commotion, he spoke.

"Cut this for me, dear?" I scoffed at the nickname, trying to ignore the sweet pound of my heart that followed after his raspy voice wrapped around that word in an unreasonable amount of attractiveness. Then I thought of a particular pair of pink cat eyes glinting at me. So I shuffled forward, opting instead of asking questions to pull an ax out of a small portal. "I always forget your weapons are double the size of Cap'n Yami." He muttered off to the side, watching as I walked up to the top of the tree and measured up the ax to swing. As I swung down on the trunk, cutting it just as it began to branch out, I heard a low whistle, and secondly, his footsteps walking along the tree trunk back to me.

"Clean shot, doll." He grinned down at me, then looked back at the severed trunks. "We'll take the long one for the rest of the ride, whaddya say?" He asked, reaching down to pull me up. What the hell is going on? As I gripped his hand, I was almost in a trance, confused and running through millions of thoughts. Setting my body on auto-pilot as I tried to figure out why the hell he was so lovely. Which, in the end, was a bad idea, or maybe a good one.

My foot slipped, and just when I thought I was going to eat shit, a specific pair of hands gripped me, pulling me up fast. We fell back, landing against the wood hard; well, Zora did at least.

"Fuck." He groaned, rubbing his head before looking up at me, his mischievous eyes and smile gone, there laid concern. "Are you okay?" He moved me off of him gently, surprisingly not making any inappropriate comments on our position.

"You saved me," I spoke, still flabbergasted with what happened and the events leading up to it.

"Yeah, it didn't look like it was gonna be a soft fall, sweetheart." He stood up, convinced that I was all right, and gave me a hand again, this time watching me intensely as if I would misstep again. After I was up, he walked away, going to the head of the tree to fill it with mana. Slowly, the trunk began to rise, higher and higher, until we were above the surrounding trees. Green leaves blocking the view of the forest floor we once stood on, and a soft sunset began in front of us. The trunk began to move forward, slowly speeding up before staying steady. The wind whipped my hair around, along with a few of my things, making me hold on to them tightly after tying up what I could of my hair. I walked up to Zora again, coming to sit beside him. The trunk was thick enough for us to sit side by side, but it was a tight fit nonetheless. So as I settled beside him, he moved slightly for me, but our legs stayed glued to each other.

"If you could just do this the entire time, why didn't you just leave me back there?" I laughed it off, so used to him being a pain in the ass, and it is not like it would not be the first time he screwed me over in some way. Our relationship was not one of the niceties or cordial words. So often, you would find us fighting or screaming to see the other because of something they did, which eventually leads to a fight. Zora did not look at me for a bit, but when he did, I wished he had never turned his head. His eyes were sullen, sad, and overthinking, foggy with millions of thoughts that looked to be running through his head. The evident frown that towed down his face bothered me, so used to the shit-eating grin he pranked me or others, or when after putting someone in their place.

"I guess I can be really mean sometimes, huh?" I did not know his voice could be so soft. Honestly, I was surprised I heard him at all, but I did and could not stop thinking about it. I did not feel it necessary to talk after that, instead finally shutting my trap and moving on to watch the sunset. Colors blurred and blended across the sky, framing the mountains and trees rising to kiss the sky. It was quite the sight with bright pinks, oranges, and even some purple painted across the blue sky. When we reached the village, the sun was long gone, replaced by the moon, just as bright and beautiful with specks of stars across the sky. At some point, I remember getting bored and searching for the different zodiacs and patterns defined by the stars. As soon as I had found my sign, the tree trunk began to descend.

The trees we once flew over surrounded us and shut us off from the sky once again as we settled on the forest floor. The tiny little path we had been following earlier continued beside us, looking as it had when we left it hours ago. Up ahead, I could see the village glowing lively. Its name is written proudly on a wooden sign almost overcome at the bottom in ivy. However, before we got there, I opened my big mouth again.

"I don't blame you for being so mean; I mean, I would be mean too if my guild partner beat me at everything." That is not how it was supposed to come out, I mean, I was genuinely trying to be nice, but I did not filter the words that left my mouth before. Zora's head turned to me, eyes gaunt and eerie, his brilliant smile no longer on display.

"You wanna run that by me again, Doll?" The venom that surrounded the once cheery nickname made my stomach drop. I felt backed against a corner with miles surrounding me to run off. Quickly I tried to explain what I meant.

"Wait, Zora, that's not what I meant- not how I-"

"No, I think I got it doll, you just think you're that much better than me, huh? So what, you got to some quests before me, stolen relics under my nose, and joined my guild, passing me up in less than four months. I don't care, Honey, 'cause ain't nobody better than me- 'cause ain't no one like me! I don't care how much mana you have, how many spells you cast, how skilled you are, or how fucking perfect you are! None of that is gonna change no matter how gorgeous you are!" Zora's eyes widen, and he clenched his mouth shut, turning away with a growl and turning to walk off toward the village ahead of us.

"You think I'm perfect?" I called out, watching him stop and turn back to look at me. Zora's face was blank as he spoke.

"Are you telling me that out of ALL that, that is the only thing that stuck?" He scoffed, and his eyes narrowed slightly, sharp jaws sent in a deep frown. I walked up to him and stopped a step ahead of him. I held out my hand slowly, making sure I held eye contact with him.

"Truce?" Zora looked at my hand, astonished, which slowly melted away and revealed mixed relief and annoyance. Then, finally, he moved to grip my hand and shake it firmly.

"Truce. Whoa-" I yanked Zora forward, pulling him close, catching his surprised blue eyes before closing my own and going in for a kiss. Fortunately, Zora fell into it almost too easily, slipping his arms around me tight and returning the kiss with a bottled fever. However, after a few seconds, he pushed back, letting me go.

"W-What was that for?" I stared at him, lips still buzzing slightly from the contact.

"I don't know; it felt like the right thing to do. I think you're perfect, handsome too."

[cristalknife]

Kadam Week 2021 Day 3 ~ I did not plan for this, but I'm glad you found a solution

This is me trying to not start something on a platform only to post solely somewhere else aka AO3 and ff.net  you can find the complete list of Kadam Week 2021 prompts and you might find more stories on the Kadam Week 2021 AO3 collection

That said, the third prompt is Love Letters

During most of the story Kurt and Adam are either away from each other or working at a summer camp around kids there's not much on the side of the description of them being all coupley but I think you could tell anyway they are more than just friends...

I still hope you'll give this a chance and have a good time reading it, so here we go, I present to you I did not plan for this, but I'm glad you found a solution (or read on ao3)

When Kurt signed up for a theatre summer camp for kids as a summer work project, he had honestly thought it was going to be in New York, for he was absolutely sure there was no mention of the camp being strongly discouraging taking electronics especially phones due to lack of data and mobile coverage.

He did recheck once he got home, nowhere it was written that they would have the camp in the middle of nowhere, where the no electronics rule was happily enforced by Mother Nature.

And to make things even worse Adam was flying back to the UK for two of the six weeks Kurt was going to be at the camp…

So even if Kurt managed to go into the town on his free day, and somehow the quaint small town, that was not yet willing to join the XXI century, still had a serviceable land phone, trying an international call was out of his wallet’s options.

Not if he was to take into account just how much he would miss his boyfriend.

It was even worse when Adam just patted his back when both of them met to go together at the airport before flying to their respective destinations.

To his immense surprise, once he reached the camp and his bungalow the camp’s director had a grin on her face and offered him a letter.

Upon taking a closer look a surprised smile appeared on his face.

It seemed his boyfriend had taken notice of how down he was about the whole situation and sent him a letter.

Knowing he had something to look forward to, Kurt managed to concentrate on getting familiar with the place and the other camp counsellors and instructors…

The lighter heart had been a blessing, and while he hadn’t suddenly acquired new bffs, he did manage to learn that the camp had every year an influx of three to five new counsellors.

Mostly all freshmen or second semester students, who had been fibbed into accepting the position, usually those were the ones who had something of value to share, at least in the opinion of their school's teachers.

It wasn’t until late in the evening when Kurt was in his room that he took the time to unpack properly that he found a box he was completely sure he never saw before.

Upon opening it Kurt found it was a stationary box, with adorable doodles on the letters’ paper and exactly six envelopes already with stamps and already addressed to Adam at his parent's place in the UK.

The amount sheets for the letters though was way higher and there were just as many remaining white envelopes to last Kurt the remaining of the month that was not covered by the first two weeks in which Adam was still on the other side of the ocean.

After placing the stationary box on his bedside table Kurt went for the letter that Adam had sent for him to receive upon arrival.

"Dearest Kurt,

I know you weren't expecting a lot of things about this experience, I hope you'll find it fun and enlighten. If I know you as well as I believe I do, by now you've already discovered that this specific camping program had the peculiarity of attracting every year few freshmen or second semester students recommended for the job. All of them usually arriving in here not knowing at all about the lack of modern commodities like data and mobile coverage.

All those students are one that the professors of their schools believe could learn something from the experience, and would be able to not only cope but excel in the challenge posed to them.

Some of the older counsellors have been in the same position you are in right now and then decided to return year after year.

I'm also pretty sure you've already found my parting gift in your suitcase, I know we were thinking of spending more time together and that the news of six weeks with no way of staying in contact with each other had been hard on you.

Don't worry my love, it has worked for thousands of lovers before, and if you’re amenable and desires to, then we can make do with writing letters while we are not able to talk with more modern means.

Usually it takes about a couple of days for a letter to cross the ocean and arrive at its destination. The first couple of letters you'll receive from me were sent before we left, so they could reach you and allow me to be able to put a smile on your face even without being present.

If you don't feel like writing then still please make pictures and send me proof that you're having a good time?

The camp’s director has a printer so don't try to wiggle your way out of this, because my darling I will write to you even if you'll leave me all alone to be a starstruck pining lover.

Know that I love you, and that I believe you will find the experience worthwhile in the end.

With all my love,

Adam"

Kurt was almost in tears by the time he reached the end of the letter and he shook his head grinning, Adam was absolutely wrong if he thought for a single moment that Kurt wouldn't return the sweet gesture choosing to send pictures instead.

Still as they hadn't been together that much yet there had not been a chance yet for Adam to actually see Kurt's own calligraphy set.

It was a pity he hadn't thought of taking it with him, in his misery upon the news of no electronics and no connectivity he had not thought of alternative slower ways to obtain the same result.

In his defence though, he had been under the false impression that there would be at least data coverage until right before leaving, at which point he had already packed and taken everything that he needed already and it was too late to return home and pick alternatives.

Reassigning himself to make do with a normal pen he started jetting down what was going to be the first of quite a few letters. Would they still be considered love letters since they did express the sentiment and were sent between lovers? Kurt wasn't completely sure, but the thought made him grin and blush at the same time.

"My dearest, Adam,

you wonderful man have no idea how much it means to me that you went through all the trouble of arranging this wonderful surprise for me. A way to stay in touch with you while we're apart, I confess by the time I realised how things were going to be, I was too frantic despairing to think that quickly such a simple and elegant solution.

My love, I do hope you were simply offering me an alternative to making sure I would not leave you completely alone and in the dark about how things were going for me when you mentioned eventually sending you prints of pictures.

There is no way I’d leave you pining on your lonesome, especially not while you take such attentive care to my own needs and you made sure to prevent me from suffering such fate.

There will be time to show you all the pictures I'll take, once we're together again and we can spend time in each other's arms.

You might not know yet, but by now you might have noticed that I do have an appreciation for calligraphy, and despite having to do with the poor mean of a roll pen there is no way I could waste this brilliant opportunity to write you a proper love letter.

As you rightly guessed I managed to talk with some of the other counsellors and figured out that there were few returning seniors, and the other first timers were just as blindsided as I was.

The camp’s director had a knowing smile when she handed me your letter. I suspect the others you mentioned were already in her possession but that she would pace releasing them into my hands.

Despite the brief panic you witnessed before leaving, I'm not really that averse to a nice break and being unavailable, but I usually prefer the chance to prepare and be ready for that.

I was very worried for my dad, I sent him a message while I was still in town and talked to the camp’s director about my worries and that I had left a message down at the town’s post office. I'll let you in on a secret, there is a working line in her office, under key of course.

But she allowed me to make a call to my dad when no one was looking, so that if something was to happen I would be reachable, even if I'm officially off the grid until my return to the big city life.

It was a big relief and it lifted another big weight from my shoulders.

I am so happy you thought of this, and I can't wait to hear more of your adventures from back home, as I'll share the adventures from into the woods...

With all my sincere love and admiration

Yours truly

Kurt"

To Kurt's surprise one of the breakfast rituals was the collection and distribution of the mail. With the announcement that even when the kids would arrive, this was going to be a daily ritual. As counsellors they were to encourage the kids to write back home, especially the ones feeling homesick.

As Kurt had suspected, there was a new letter for him on that day as well, and like the previous one, he kept it for the evening to cheer himself up before going to bed.

As Adam has said in his second letter, indeed once the kids arrived it all became at the same time easier and harder.

Easier because the feeling of loneliness and missing Adam had to be put on the back burner during the day. And the letters kept Kurt happy and cherished during the evenings after he socialised with his peers sharing stories of the day with the others.

Harder because his kids were all super excited and easily excitable. In all honesty they reminded Kurt a lot of how he remembered feeling when he was a little younger than them and he still qualified for the Lima theatre summer camp...

By the end of the first week, once every one of his kids had sent at least one letter home, Kurt finally figured out why he had been assigned them. All of them came from small Ohio towns that, like Lima, wouldn't have catered for their artistic inclinations. Kurt made a mental note to check with the head if it had been a coincidence or not.

On the weekend of the second week, once the first period ended and the first turnover happened, the camp’s director announced that more counsellors were going to join them to help out with the new influx of kids since they would be at full capacity from there on until the end of the program.

On sunday’s morning Kurt had run late for breakfast because one of his kids who was going to stay for longer than two weeks, was not finding one of their shoes, and they had to find it before they could join the others.

With things being that way, when he entered the dining hall, all the new counsellors had already been introduced and the mail was being delivered.

Kurt guided his kid to their table and in less than three minutes all his kids still present were giggling and looking ready to burst, while attempting to appear normal. Before Kurt could turn and check what was so funny Adam's letter was being held in front of him by a very familiar hand, with an equally familiar bracelet hugging the wrist.

Kurt automatically grabbed the letter and he turned to find himself face to face with Adam.

Both their eyes shining with happiness, "Hellu Kurt. Surprise"

Kurt grinned and bit his lower lip, the giggling kids at his back reminding him that there was still work to do "Hellu Adam, I should have known you'd be one of the returning seniors, I look forward working together."

Adam nodded still smiling "As I do, I'll let you go back to your day now. I’ll see you later."

Kurt smiled brilliantly and nodded back "I'll see you later, have a good day"

The kids, as Kurt suspected had been super curious and with it being the last day for some, he indulged them in revealing that indeed that was the same friend Adam who had written to Kurt keeping him from feeling homesick in the previous weeks.

That evening once the new kids had been safely tucked in bed Kurt finally had a moment to properly greet his boyfriend "I am so happy to see you in here, though you could have told me you were going to join me in here once you got back to the states."

Adam smiled softly kissing Kurt's temple "But then you would have lived waiting for this day instead of making the most of those past couple of weeks. And maybe you wouldn’t have cherished as much the letters we were exchanging. While we’re on that note. Thank you for yours, they were wonderful and I was so happy to receive them."

Kurt smiled with his eyes closed and his arms wrapped tightly around Adam's waist "They were a balm and the one thing I kept for myself as an evening ritual. Sitting on my bed and reading your letter. I didn't have any day so bad that I had to read them before evening, which is what I had reasoned could be a good coping mechanism. Keep your letter for the night when it was private time, or as comfort if things went south and I couldn't handle them before night fell."

Adam hummed softly murmuring "I'm glad for that."

The next monday’s morning set up the pattern for the rest of their stay. They would both take their kids to breakfast and find a letter in a white envelope with their name and the camp’s address waiting for them to be delivered, just like it had happened for the past two weeks for Kurt.

The remaining month passed in no time at all, the day passed quickly and the evenings were filled with laughters and making new friends while sharing stories with the other counsellors.

Once it was Kurt’s turn for the final interview to wrap up the whole experience, the camp’s director before parting asked curious “So was Adam right? Were you able to see just how many families were touched and gained from your father’s work?”

Kurt looked taken aback so he asked confused “What do you mean?”

She smiled kindly and proceeded to explain “All the kids you took care of, they were all able to be here this summer because your father campaigned and set up a fund for supporting the arts in small towns. He had to prove that there was the request for such support, and he had been challenged to demonstrate it could work starting from the state he was representing.”

Kurt bit his lips “A state notoriously not that art oriented”

She nodded grinning, “And I can tell you we had to limit the acceptance because there are ratios we need to respect for security reasons. But all those kids you took care of came from just as many families who benefited from your dad’s work. Adam was the one who suggested you be their mentor during their stay. And I think he was right, the families and the kids themselves think that too, as every single one of your kids was ecstatic that someone like them had made it and reached his dream school.”

Kurt felt tears forming in his eyes, so he started to try blinking them away. Emotions made it a little difficult but he still managed to say a grateful “Thank you” before leaving and searching for Adam.

Once Kurt found him he hugged his boyfriend tightly and said in a low voice “Thank you for all you’ve done for me this summer, I never thought I’d see first hand the results of my dad’s work. I knew what it meant for me and how I wished those were opportunities I had, but I never suspected it was going to reaching so far and so many.”

Adam held Kurt just as tightly and said back softly “I know you were so worried for your dad earlier on during the semester. So I wanted you to realise that your dad is important for a whole lot more people than you even realise. That no matter how difficult things might get, you’re not alone in wishing the best for your dad.”

Kurt then raised his face from Adam’s chest and said grinning “And you also wanted to make sure I’d fell in love with this camp as much as you are so next year we’d come here together…”

Adam chuckled but didn’t deny the playful accusation.

By the time autumn came around and leases were up, they moved in together, and during moving day it was discovered how each kept their letters into a special boxes safe and easily accessible.

When christmas came around the couple took part into a papermaking and bookbinding crafting course.

By the following valentine’s day each set of letters had been lovingly built into a ecoleather bound diary containing all the letters the couple exchanged since their first ones the previous summer. ~The End~ AN: One last thing that's more a game, if you found the small easter egg in the story, feel free to reach back to me, I can bake you your fave virtual cookie, or make a story out of a prompt you have in mind/wish to see. (hint it's from Hamilton...)

[80s-roger]

Flirty & Insistent

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

note: female reader's ethnicity will not affect the person who reads it. She's just greek and she already has a name but the POV will be in second person.

also, i won’t post smuts/series as often as i did until next month, due to uni’s exams period. but i’ll reblog and stuff, u kno. I’ll work in the meanwhile your requests xx love you all 

ps i worked hard on this one, i hope you like it as much as i did. feedback will be massively appreciated.

requested by anonymous:

"Plss write something smutty about roger being a massive flirt and being soo cheeky the reader(after trying acting indifferent and unimpressed) eventually gives in to the temptation of letting him have his way with her?? 💕💕 "

masterlist // dialogue prompts

summary: you left your country a decade ago to study in the UK and after graduating you established in Mallorca, Spain to work as a mixologist. That summer night, you're working for a party arranged by Queen's management to celebrate their "A Day At The Races" era success. The blonde drummer notices you fixing drinks with confidence and doesn't lose the chance to flirt with you. He's just trying too hard because you play it uninterested until he has his way with you.

word count: 3,933

warnings: surface sex, slow burn (becauase they were talking a lot before, idk if it really is a slow burn tho)

A huge party was taking place in Mallorca, with the famous rock band Queen being the main guests of the event. You were one of the bartenders so all you had to do that night was fixing drinks for every person until they'd be shitfaced. The preparations were ready: the event was hosted at the beachside, opposite the calm waves and the golden sand. The sunset was magical to stare at, ready to welcome the bright moon. You had a moment to appreciate it before guests would come at any moment. It was the only thing that reminded you of your ex without feeling angsty about it; you gotta admit you didn't break up with good terms. It was toxic, yet heartbreaking. You loved that man but he left after cheating on you. It's been half a year and you needed to give yourself a break from dating and making out regardless of how social your job is and how much flirt you've received.

The guests arrived, minute by minute they'd get from fifty to hundred. Many people were coming to your counter to order drinks and cocktails. Beautiful women and attractive men would try to flirt with you but turned them down politely saying while you're working you can't do otherwise so they respected it. All these people were actually invited by Queen, their management and the entire record company. They were all celebrating Queen's "A Day At The Races" success and certainly the band which were yet to be seen until midnight.

You were working your ass for a couple of hours now until the band showed up. You could tell by the huge welcoming. The applause, the cheers and definitely women cajoling over them. Here they were standing in the centre of attention, thanking everyone for supporting them and buying their records. Their music was playing at the stereo and you couldn't prevent yourself from jamming to their songs.

When their speech was over, everyone was free to do what they wanted so your bar counter was full again with people chatting and drinking. You saw the entire fucking band coming to your place, obviously for an order. You tried to stay calm because hands-off, you liked their music and fangirled a lot when you saw them live last year in London with your boyfriend.

"Hello beautiful, can I have some Moet & Chandon, please? I really need to celebrate!" Freddie spoke first, carrying a wide smile on his face.

"Sure." You kindly accepted his offer.

"I'd like the same with Freddie." Brian interrupted when you moved behind to grab the expensive bottle and open it.

"So do I." John added and you nodded to grab three glasses, for now.

"And you?" You turned your gaze to the blonde handsome drummer who was already checking you out, focusing especially on your face.

"What do you suggest?" He asked with his eyes being totally flirty.

"Ah, darling, just give us the bottle. Roger is kind of undecided when it comes to drinks." Freddie felt the weird vibe growing between Roger and you. John and Brian giggled, looking whether at Roger or you.

"Eh, our waiter will do it for you. Just sit at your table and he'll take care of you." You kindly warned and he laughed.

"Oh, alright then love. We'll wait for our bottle." He laughed and left with his bandmates, leaving Roger and you alone.

"So? What do you suggest?" Roger turned his gaze back at your eyes.

"What do you feel like drinking? Something sweet, strong, alcohol-free?" You asked trying to help him but he was certainly not trying to find what to drink. He was clearly trying to flirt with you.

"Something to keep me up all night, I guess. But don't make me feel dizzy." He put on a crooked smile and hell, he was attractive as fuck. He knew how to play.

"Right, how does a mojito sound?" You recommended.

"Sounds nice and local." He smiled and you turned around to grab the ingredients. "Are you local? 'Cause your accent doesn't sound British to me." He asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Eh no, I am from the Mediterranean area though." You laughed after turning again to him.

"Italian?" He guessed.

"Greek." You answered.

"Oh, I've been to Greece twice." He started.

"Really? When?" You turned your gaze surprised. You had no idea he has come to Greece for holidays.

"Two years ago I was with my ex-girlfriend, in Santorini. The sunset there is amazing. And the next year I went with John and Brian to Crete. We needed a dose of some Mycenaean civilisation. Thankfully we weren't noticed by fans or anyone else. We were clearly there for tourism." He explained. You were impressed he's seen your country, visited two of the many islands your country has.

"Well, we had some political issues when you guys came to Greece. We were recovering from the junta and had some important historical issues by the end of 1974 so I doubt they'd run behind you, no offence." You laughed while fixing his drink.

"Oh, that's bad. But I understand. How come you're here in Mallorca being a bartender?" He asked and leaned closer to you. There was a nice conversation going on.

"Before junta ruled my country, I was sent to England to study because my parents thought I would be privileged. Now you see me in Mallorca because I work here and besides, I wanted to live somewhere that reminds me of Greece. Studying abroad has the privilege of learning a new culture, a new way of life and so on. Which is so wrong for the locals back home." You explained and cut a slice of lemon before having it ready for him.

"Wait, by saying it's wrong, you mean that..." his brain stopped working for a second trying to understand what you meant.

"Patriarchy is the keyword. They want women to get married at 18 and start a family. But obviously, women have to stay home." You were triggered at your words and internally thanked your parents for giving you the chance to go abroad.

"Cheers to your parents then. I wouldn't get the chance to meet you tonight." He was impressed by your short storytime. "How do I say bottoms up in Greek?" He laughed after you placed him his drink.

"It's pronounced áspro páto." You smiled after saying a Greek word. It must have been a year since you last spoke Greek. You haven't visited Greece for a long time. You found yourself in Mallorca. It's spiritually free and not restricting.

"So, I haven't asked you yet. What's your name?" Roger asked after drinking. He made an oddly satisfying grimace which meant he liked your drink.

"Oh, it's Ellen." You answered. His gaze was literally focused on you the entire time. He wouldn't give up this easy.

"So Ellen, make yourself a drink. It's a treat for you." He offered and you kindly accepted. It's not bad, you've been offered many times. Besides, you needed a drink to stay energised.

"Thank you, Mr Taylor." You thanked him and then his smile vanished.

"If you want us to be in good terms, it's gonna be Roger." His hand was warning you.

"Thank you, Roger." You slightly smiled. "It's just that..." you stopped and checked around if your boss is nearby. "We are obliged to speak to our guests in plural." You whispered and he nodded. Possibly understood the situation.

"So what are you doing later?" He asked after swallowing a sip of his mojito.

"We're cleaning the mess and we're heading homes." You said after drinking a shot. A treated drink.

"I'm not talking about your colleagues. I'm talking about you." He was straightforward. He was so into you, it was obvious.

"Oh well, I'll clean up the mess and I'm heading home." You changed the point of view trying to cut off his flirty attitude.

"When's that time? Dawn?" He guessed.

"Probably at the morning. It's a Queen party, I doubt people will leave before the sun rises." You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

"So..." he started. "Have you been listening to our music?" He asked.

"Yes, since your first album. It was brilliant for a newly formed band." You said with a huge smile on your face and he appreciated it. He appreciated that you didn't fangirl in front of him, having that humble and uninterested attitude. He liked feeling like a predator trying to catch his bait.

"What's your favourite song of A Day At The Races?" He asked. He likes talking to people about his music.

"Definitely Somebody To Love." You affirmed, feeling passionate about your answer, that it seemed you could relate your existence to this song.

"Oh, it's a band's fave too. Well, you relate to this song, don't you?" He asked and his body was closer to yours. The counter was the only thing beside you.

"I guess I do." You looked down for a moment, thinking of your ex but his hand touched your jaw trying to lift you up. Your eyes were looking into his and this is how you noticed how blue they eventually are. An ocean.

"Is it about a guy? I'm sure he doesn't deserve you." He tried to cheer you up with his soft smile.

"It's not that. It's..." you sighed. "Well, this is getting too personal." You pulled back trying to stop the situation. But he wouldn't abandon his try.

"Do you have any specific lyric of the song you relate the most?" He asked.

"Yes, there is that one: I've spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord." You kind of explained the situation within a couple of lyrics. "He cheated on me. He had the audacity of saying it to my face and left without looking back or apologising." You nearly tore but tried to keep it for yourself. This is getting too personal and you're opening your heart to a stranger that you feel comfortable with. Maybe because you've been listening to him and his bandmates for years and you've seen him live too.

"You know..." he looked down for a second trying to find the words. "At least he was honest. He could keep you for his entertainment if things didn't work with the girl he possibly slept with." He tried to wake you, but he was right.

"I don't even know how long he was cheating on me. However, I did notice a weird behaviour in the last couple of months we were together." You answered.

"Be happy that you're not with him anymore. He took your love for granted. This is not how it works." He said with his eyes still focused on yours.

"You know, we once saw you live. Last year." You tried to avoid talking about your ex the entire time.

"Oh! That's great! Did I look nice?" He joked and he gained a laugh from you. That made him feel nice.

"Definitely, you always look nice." You took a moment to check him out. And hell, he looks and smells so nice.

"I'm flattered." He smiled and you pulled back again to do your job. You could see your boss staring at you. That wasn't good.

"You better get going, my boss is supervising us." You said and he got the hint. You were as cold as you could be.

"Sure, will I see you later?" He asked and stood up from his chair, ready to leave.

"No. I'll be too tired by then." You answered and he was saddened by your reply. He thought he had you. His flirting wasn't sufficient. Which means he had to try again.

He left and walked to his bandmates, they were there talking about their success until Roger joined their conversation but it changed as soon as he sat on the sofa next to Brian.

"So, how did it go Rog?" Freddie asked and they were all ready to hear.

"She seems so uninterested and hard to get, I have to try again." He took out one of his cigarettes, ready to smoke and think.

"Ah, your type of girls Roger." Brian laughed. "You like feeling a hunter don't you?" He added.

"Of course I do. But she recently broke up and I reckon she's still into him. How do women's brains work anyway?" He asked, frustrated.

"Oh darling, I don't see her as stuck with her ex as you think she is. She's been avoiding your flirting because she works here." Freddie had a point and John nodded.

"Just wait for her shift to end and make a move. She noticed you were flirting with her." John suggested and they all agreed to it.

"It's gonna take hours. She said it's possible for the party to end after dawn. She also has to clean up with her colleagues." Roger explained and turned his gaze back to you. But you were already looking at him and when you noticed, you turned back to your counter.

"Fine, then do it now," Freddie advised and Roger looked at you considered. "Wait where's she going?" Freddie asked after noticing your figure leaving your position.

"James, would you mind taking my place for a moment? I really need to use the bathroom." You called for your colleague who politely came to your counter.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be here as long as you need." He smiled and you left for the bathroom to take a very needed pee.

"Shall I go after her?" Roger asked.

"Fucking go!" Freddie pushed Roger to run after you no matter how awkward it would be.

You walked in the staff-only bathroom, rushing to the toilet. After drinking a few shots, you needed to pee like a champion. When you pushed the flusher you unlocked your door and the very first thing you saw, was Roger standing at the wall.

"What the hell are you doing here, get out!" You were shocked by his presence and he wouldn't move.

"This is the only chance I have with you right now. Your boss can't see us." He came closer to you.

"No, but he'll get suspicious!" You tried to pull back until you reached the counter. Now you were sandwiched between Roger and the counter. There was no space between you. His face was coming closer to yours.

"I locked the door in any case." His nose tickled yours and his hands placed you on top of the counter, sitting now and having his bulge, against your area. That feeling is the shit.

"I work here, I can't..." you tried to refuse but the feeling of getting fucked couldn't stop you.

"I can't be in this toilet too, but here I am." His lips touched yours with passion and lust. His arms wrapped your waist and lowered down to your arse, squeezing it gently and your hands moved to his neck and his cheeks, trying to hug most of it. You haven't gotten kissed nor fucked for a long time.

Living on the west side of Europe had given you many opportunities. The situation you're currently now couldn't even be referred to Greek religious people as a joke. They'd freak out and tell you crap like you ashamed your honour, your family and your future husband. Your parents were too open-minded to let you live in West Europe and live your life as you wanted to. You had sex with your boyfriend at nineteen, with no need to be your first wedding night, you wear shorts on summers because you feel like it and now you're having a one night stand with a rockstar of a band you like and it's never gonna be the same anymore. You played it hard-to-get because you felt it was wrong. But it wasn't. It's just one more experience to add to your diary.

"Are you sure you want to do this, here?" He stopped the kiss for a second, to ask for your approval.

"Yes, but let it be fast, or I'll be in trouble." You checked at the door. "Are you certain the door's locked?" You asked.

"Yes, I am. It's just that..." he stopped.

"What?" You were scared he regretted it and he'd leave you like the mess you already are.

"I want to get more of you, but in this counter, I don't have the chance. I'll cope with it." He unbuttoned your suit while your hands tried to unzip his jeans.

"If you stay a little longer in Mallorca, you can get more of me." You winked and he smiled, thinking he has more chances with you.

"Works for me." He whispered and turned to your lips again for a passionate kiss.

He helped you with taking your suit off, now staying on your bra when your hands put his jeans down. "Mind taking your bra off?" He asked while his mouth travelled your neck, giving it soft kisses.

"I'd rather wear it..." you refused taking it off after gaining a lot of insecurities because of your ex-boyfriend. You remember him saying how small your breasts are and with that, no other man can see it. Your A-cups haven't be seen by any other man. Not even by your ex after the second time, you had sex with him.

"As you wish..." he didn't insist and pulled your skirt up, on your waist, with his bulge rubbing against your core and turning you instantly wet. "How long has it been?" He asked after noticing the humidity between your legs with his hand.

"Must be eight months. I'm out of practice." You sighed.

"Don't feel bad about it, I'll do the work. You're already wet for me. I like it." He bit his lower lip and turned to your lips again, for a deep kiss. "God, you are fat-bottomed aren't you?" He smiled between the kiss after squeezing your thighs and your small waist. "I'm starting to have a thing for greek girls." He complimented your body type and that boosted your low confidence level. With a simple move, he placed you against the mirror, taking your thong off your left leg to have clear access inside your wet area. His hand pulled his erected penis out of his black underwear, ready to thrust inside you.

"You better start before I cum untouched." You exhaled and balanced yourself at the counter.

He smirked and trusted inside you, feeling him completely weird inside you, maybe because you haven't had sex for more than half a year. The sensation was amazing and penetration was always the thing that released you from thoughts. His hands squeezed your thighs and each thrust was a try to pull you closer to his pelvis. You couldn't stop breathing heavily. You had to be quiet and so did he. It was a staff-only bathroom and the key was turned horizontally so no-one could break in with a spare key.

"Oh god, this is amazing..." you moaned at every pleasuring wave while your hands played with his blonde hair.

"Fuck, yes, you're so tight and wet for me." He tightened his teeth as he exhaled into your ear.

His thrusts were giving you the orgasm you haven't had for a long time. It was the tension between you, that made it more passionate but fast enough to make you come earlier than you thought. Soft whimperings coming from your mouth sent him the message that you were close enough and so was he. You could tell by his sharp thrusts, getting smoother and sudden. His gaze was focused on your eyes. Your sight was getting blurry and your legs began to shake; it happens when you reach your orgasm and it feels terrific.

"Ah, God..." you moaned and tilted your head behind, where the mirror is. "That was so refreshing." You gasped after wearing your thong again.

"Ain't gonna lie, but this WC shag was the best I had." He laughed and wore his underwear and jeans again.

"I can't make comparisons to it, I've only had two boyfriends in my life and this is my first time fucking a stranger at my workplace's restroom." You buttoned your suit and stood up from the counter to fix yourself.

"Stranger?" He asked confused.

"Stranger, Roger. I mean, I do know you're a rockstar, a member of my favourite band and I've seen you live once but it won't change the fact you're a stranger. I know you as a persona, not as a person. You get it?" You tried to explain how it feels.

"Oh, I see." He nodded. "Will I see you again? I want to know you as a person if you want that too." He suggested.

"Sure." You kissed his cheek gently, letting him take the lead. You wanted him to make the move. "I'll just walk out from the WC first and make sure no one sees you when you get out." You said and walked through the door until someone tried to get in. A knock on the door was heard.

"Ellen, are you still in there?" It was James.

"Yes, I'm coming." You internally panicked and hinted at Roger to hide in the toilet. "Hey James, is everything alright?" You asked after opening the door.

"Yes, I wanted to check on you. You were absent for a quarter. Are you okay? You look like a mess." James liked you for a long period of time but he wasn't your type. He's way too cute for your standards.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I just felt a little dizzy and wanted to wash my face with cold water. I needed it." You lied after checking your face in the mirror. You were red as a tomato.

"Oh, fine then. You should get back to your post. The boss has been looking for you." He pointed outside and you felt really bad about it. Your boss suspects you since the moment you started chatting with the blonde man hiding in the toilet.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute." You closed the door to his face and rushed to the toilet where Roger was hiding.

"You're a cute little liar, aren't you?" He teased and gave you a little slap on your butt cheek.

"I won't be anymore if my boss finds out." You rushed, trying to leave the toilet.

"How will I reach you?" He asked trying to learn your phone number.

"Just come at my post and I'll hand you a drink." You declared and left the room, heading fastly at your post. You stared at the Queen members, looking at you all smiles and winks. They probably knew what happened a quarter ago.

You fixed another drink for Roger, trying to look calm and relaxed. But you weren't. You were tense and it could be seen. Two minutes later, Roger came to your counter again with a crooked smile on his face, waiting for the drink. He was looking whether at his bandmates or you. There was absolute silence.

"Here's your drink." You smiled and handed his drink with a small paper around the glass. He carefully grabbed the paper so it couldn't be seen and walked away, heading to the balcony.

He grabbed the paper, unfolded it and there was your phone number and a note in it: "thanks for giving me a good time Rog"

He smirked at your note and placed it in his pocket, anticipating the moment he'd call you.

[urlocalfrogmammy]

i’m scared of telling you how i feel—richard winters

inspired by

y/n is infatuated with dick. dick is infatuated with you. the only two people clueless enough not to see it is the both of you. nix is sick of it, and decides to give you a push

god bless richard winters. warnings: my love for gingers rlly pulling thru. word count 1.7k

'HQ' at bastogne was really just a tent like structure with a few foxholes and a stove. you left your foxhole, the early morning fog shrouding you as you padded over. you were met with lewis nixon and richard winters, and you saluted, greeting the men. "i want you to go with captain winters. he's doing a patrol of the line, collecting some reconnaissance will be your job." having captain nixon as your boss had many benefits, and being able to see his best friend, dick winters, was the best one. how you mooned over him. the all american solider, always the gentleman of the room. you'd first bonded at the new years party at aldbourne. it had been a relatively quiet night, yet the both of you seemed to be the only sober ones there. you’d known each other beforehand, vaguely, due to nix. but that night was when your crush began to grow. and jesus, it never stopped.

the man in question was attempting to shave his stubble, ever the stickler for rules, and was failing miserably. in your moment of distraction nixon grasped your bare hands. "where are your gloves?"

"i'm lending them to doc, sir." he pulled you towards the stove and you started to warm your hands over it, feeling the warmth tingle and smiling. "you look like your struggling there dick.” nixon smirked at him.

“yeah. yeah i am, you want a job?”

“no. not me, you can’t trust me with a razor.” he nodded in your direction, “lieutenant y/n however, she’d be an excellent candidate.” both you and winters flushed. nixon nudged you to sit down next to dick and handed you a razor. “get to work, lieutenant.”

"you don't have to—"

"it's ok, sir. i don't mind." you gently held his chin in your hand and slid the razor down the shaving cream he'd lathered on his face. dick looked at you, watching the tip of your tongue slipping from between your lips in concentration and wondering what your lips would feel like against his. he was never one to be unprofessional like nix, but god he would break every rule in the book for you. "where are we patrolling sir?" you interrupted his thoughts.

"just down the line, looking for breaks, checking on the men, that kind of thing."

you smiled at him, cleaning the razor in the tin of water. "you care about the men a lot, don't you sir."

"yeah, i do. especially when i can see them struggling." he aimed the statement at you, he'd heard your crying at night. averting your gaze with a soft smile, he took your hand gently. "you'd tell me if you needed help wouldn't you?"

"yes sir." your voice was quiet and sincere. "now let's get this finished."

you shaved the rest of dick's face in silence, with just the gentle sound of the razor grating against the stubble. you lifted the edges of the towel around from his shoulders and used them to wipe excess shaving cream off his face, and suddenly remembered that he was your superior. dropping the towel like it had burned you, you mumbled an apology. "that wasn't my... i shouldn't have done that."

"it's alright y/n. i think we've known each other long enough now." he gave you a smile, and you ducked your head, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. the snow suddenly became fascinating, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he stared at you. “shall we get going with that patrol, lieutenant?”

“sounds good sir.”

you were freezing. freezing cold. so was dick, you could tell by the way he clung to himself. you resisted the urge to shudder, instead letting out shuddery breaths and chattering your teeth. "they'll hear you from across the line y/n."

"sorry, sir."

"it's not y—"

you both heard it. an unmistakable rustle in the bushes. both you and dick grabbed and aimed your rifles, it was like second nature now. your blood thumped in your ears, and your heart thumped in your chest. there was a rustle again and you called out: “who’s there?” no reply. suddenly you heard the click of a gun and you pulled the trigger of your rifle, no thought and no hesitation. there were two thuds. one was the body of whoever you’d just shot. the other was the dull thud of your rifle landing on the snow. dick ran over to see what had been shot, his rifle still up and ready to shoot. you scuttled behind him.

the german was dead. you'd killed him instantly. in a way it made you grateful, that he hadn't suffered the way you'd seen some men suffer. "i killed him." the words tumbled out your mouth, your hands trembled and your breaths started to get shorter. dick took your wobbling hands in his. "you did what you needed to do to save us." you looked down to try and conceal the tears that had spilled over, and were now trickling down your face, but the captain gently lifted your chin up. the butterflies in your stomach were doing cartwheels at this point, as dick’s fingers brushed your tears away. “let’s go back. nix can do this.”

“but—”

“that’s an order lieutenant.” he said it ever so gently, it didn’t feel like an order. it felt like a plea.

back at HQ, dick hurried you to sit by the stove and you complied, though the shakes that wracked your body weren't from the cold. "what happened to her?" nixon asked, offering you a flask of alcohol that you took with juddering hands, thanking him quietly. "she shot a german."

"isn't that what she's trained to do—"

"it could have been anyone captain nixon."

"but it wasn't. you saved us y/n. two seconds later and we'd be on our way to an aid station." you sipped the whiskey in nixon's flask. "thought you didn't drink?"

"i don't, sir."

dick stood up and told lewis he wanted him on the patrol instead. "be careful nix."

"i will." he slung his rifle over his shoulder. “oh and dick? tell her, i’m sick of waiting.” smirking, he sauntered off.

"tell me...what?"

"he's just... you know what he's like." dick smiled and you smiled back, though your heart was heavy with disappointment. the redhead took a seat next to you and began to warm his hands too. "cold here, huh?"

you dissolved into giggles at this wholly obvious statement. dick quirked a smile at you and you couldn't stop, until the laughing became crying and you found your body wracked with sobs.

dick was on you as soon as he saw you break. an arm round your shoulder and a hand in yours, he rocked you side to side and shushed you gently. "it's stupid."

"no, no y/n it's not." it broke his heart as he felt you cling to his sleeve. repressing a smile as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, dick tentatively ran his fingers through the matted hair of your ponytail. you seemed to enjoy the gesture, so he continued until you settled down. he felt a loss of warmth as you sat up. wiping your eyes, you mumbled an apology to the captain. "it's alright y/n. go get some sleep."

"captain winters?" it was late, but you found yourself hounded by images of the man you'd shot that afternoon. you could have tried nixon, but you knew as well as anyone he was a heavy sleeper when he was drunk. richard pulled the cloth covering his foxhole over and popped his head out. "i can't sleep." realising how stupid you were, you backed away. "sorry, i don't know why i woke you—"

"would you like to... talk?"

"i er... yeah. yeah."

"come on then." he held out a hand to help you into his foxhole. sitting side by side, dick slipped his hand into yours. "you okay?"

"yeah..." you leaned back into the wall of his foxhole. "i just have... a lot on my mind."

"about this afternoon?" his thumb began to trace circles on the back of your hand.

"yeah... not just that though. sir i—" you cut yourself off. the words you wanted to say were so right in every way, except you weren’t allowed to be in love in the army. you heavily exhaled. “you can tell me anything y/n, you know that.”

“i know dick, it’s just—”

“you called me dick.”

“oh... i’m sorry sir i—”

“i like it.” he gave you that smile that melted you and you felt relief flood you.

with that reassuring statement, you shakily admitted: "i'm scared of telling you how i feel. it's wrong, it's all wrong." dick's hand slipped out of yours and he turned away from you. "say it now. i can’t see you. makes it easier."

"does it?"

"yeah." you could hear the smile in his voice. you took three deep, steady breaths.

"i'm in love with you." dick didn't say anything, he just turned around and looked at you with those icy eyes you'd become so infatuated with. "really?" you nodded.

"ever since aldbourne."

dick grinned and leaned over to you. "can i?"

"yeah." it was one breathy word. dick's kiss was soft and gentle, filled with a caring kind of passion that you hadn't felt before. he cupped your cheek, gently stroking your hair back as you deepened the kiss. pulling away, smiling, dick placed his forehead on yours. “was it worth getting over your fear?”

“yes. a hundred times yes!” you squealed as he leaned down and captured your lips once again, feeling nothing more than pure joy in that moment.

the next morning you and dick woke up late. slipping out of his foxhole, you were greeted with the bright morning sun reflected onto the white snow, and lewis nixon looking smugger than ever. “did he tell you?”

“i told him.”

“damn.” he sipped his coffee. “what did you get up to in there?”

“nothing that would interest you nix!” dick called out, emerging from his foxhole and slapping his helmet onto his head. the captain wiggled his thick eyebrows at you and winked. you could feel yourself blush, but you opted to shake your head at him in mock disappointment. you were too happy to be embarrassed.

[marshieee]

💮Indigo Eyes, Sweet Smile💮

Shigino Kisumi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You met kisumi for the first time and were mesmerized by his indigo eyes not knowing the cotton candy boy had a little crush on you when he first laid his eyes on you.

Author's Note: I just noticed why there aren't any oneshot for this pretty boy so i wanted to make one even tho it's bit trashy (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

It was lunch time and you were hanging out with the iwatobi swimming club at the roof top like the usual days.

"Hey makoto i heard that your helping sasabe-san?"

Makoto looked at you smiling while haru just had that blank expression in his face while eating his grilled mackerel lunch.

"Yep i thought he could use some help while he's still finding a coach"

"Woaaah our mako-chan is very nice and hard working!!"

"That's very beautiful makoto senpai!"

"Hahaha thank you nagisa, rei"

As you were eating you can't help but noticed the absence of a cute red hair girl.

"Hey where's gou-chan?"

"Ah gou-chan said she can't join us today cause she promised her friend that she would eat lunch with her"

Nagisa replied to you while munching his bread filled with strawberry jam.

"Nagisa-kun that's not the ideal lunch you know? You need nutritious food like my well balanced lunch"

Rei said as he pushed he's red glasses while showing nagisa his lunch box, nagisa just frowned at the boy.

"Rei-chan you're no fun"

"Eh?!"

"Yeah rei let nagisa be"

Rei whipped his head to you shocked that you took nagisa's side instead of him.

"EH?!"

"Now now you guys calm down"

You looked at makoto and an idea popped into your head you looked at haru, he noticed your stare and looked at you lifting an eye brow, you just smiled at him and said.

"Hey haru gonna pick up makoto later at the swimming club?"

"Yeah"

"I wanna come!"

"Sure"

"Ehhhhhhh i wanna come tooo!!"

"You can't nagisa-kun we have to work at our homework together remember?"

"But rei-chan~"

"Nope"

It has been awhile since you last visited the local swimming club.

No scratch that it's been years actually, you became friends with haru,makoto, nagisa and rin because you guys were in the same swimming club when you were a kid. Luckily you guys have the same schedule so you really enjoyed playing with them not until middle school because you moved away due to your mom's new job, you were actually shocked being reunited with haru and makoto on your first year of high school after coming back and a year after nagisa joined in.

Rin is the only one missing and then there you met gou, rin's little sister same age as nagisa. Rin's changes really shocked you how he treats you guys after being reunited after many years. You were glad that all of them made up by simply breaking the rules, rin swimming in the relay with the three actually amused you for a second you thought he doesn't like his school and betrayed them to be honest. But all well ends well that's good enough for you.

"Then it's settled then I'll see you later makoto"

You stand up the four of them looked at you confused.

"Leaving already y/n-senpai?"

"Yeah i gotta finish something, haru let's meet at the park before we pick up makoto ok?"

"Ok"

Haru said while nodding. You looked at nagisa who is smiling brightly at you almost making you blind.

Damn that's bright.

You ruffled his hair.

"I'll get going now"

"Ok see you later y/n"

You smiled at makoto and nodded.

"Yeah see you."

You just finished your club activities pretty late so were running because God knows how haru might still be waiting for you, he's a man of his words.As you reach the park you can see haru standing there.

"HARU!!"

He turned around and saw you running towards him. As you finally reached him you were a mess, panting you had your head down and holding into your knees.

"Sorry...I'm late...club...finished...late"

You manage to say while catching your breath, you looked up and see the usual no expression of haru.

"It's ok"

As you gained your composure and finally breathing normally, you fixed yourself

"Let's go haru"

"Ok"

While you two were getting near the swimming club you noticed makoto was outside, you were about to call him but noticed that he's not alone he was talking to somebody.

"Hey who's that?"

You asked Haru but instead of answering your questions he walked up ahead and called out makoto.

"Makoto"

"Ah haru"

"Haru? Haruka Nanase?!"

You looked at them clearly not noticing you, you have a fair distance between them cause you don't want to interrupt their...reunion? They looked like they know each other as the pink haired boy swung his shoulders around haru. Are they childhood friends too? Like rin and nagisa? They look pretty close by the looks of it.

"Y/N"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at makoto who just noticed you. You smiled at him waving your hands as you slowly walked up to him.

"Hi makoto we came here to pick you up"

"Hahaha thank you"

You tilted your head as you scan makoto from head to toe noticing that he's still in his working uniform.

"Hmmm? You're already finished working right? Or did we get it wrong that you'll finished at this time?"

"No I'm already done working"

"I see"

You didn't noticed that a certain cotton candy boy was staring no actually admiring you while you were talking to Makoto. As you turned your head you accidentally making an eye contact with the cotton candy boy.

You were mesmerized by his indigo eyes as you looked at them, it was pretty in your opinion. Little did you know a small blush made its way to the cheeks of the boy.

You were surprised when haru suddenly appeared in front of you more like hiding you from his back as he frowned at the cotton candy boy.

"Haru?"

You said out of confusion, Makoto started to panic.

"Ahhh haru what are you doing?!"

"Um..."

"Ah right you two haven't met right?"

Makoto asked as he looked at you finally calming down. Suddenly the pink haired boy talked.

"I'm kisumi, Shigino Kisumi"

You peeked at behind haru as you looked at the smiling boy.

"Kiss me?"

"Hahaha no ki.su.mi not kiss me"

"Oh"

Slightly embarrassed as you suddenly blurted out your thoughts. You stand beside haru and introduced yourself

"I'm y/n l/n nice to meet you kisumi"

You smiled making the heart of kisumi a little jump, he thought that you're cute and pretty.

"You have a pretty smile y/n"

Shocked by his compliment you found yourself looking at his indigo eyes as they...sparkle? For some reason you swear you saw he's eyes sparkle.

"Thank you"

"Big brother!!"

The four of you looked where that voice came from and saw a cute little boy standing at the entrance.

"Ah i should get going"

"Your brother?"

He nodded at you, what a cute little brother.

"Anyways i better get going..."

Taking a few steps back he again looked at you and smiled.

"It's was nice meeting you y/n..."

Running backwards he waved before turning around.

"We should hangout sometimes you too makoto, haru! See ya!"

You waved at them as the siblings were already out of sight.

"Hmph"

"Haru?"

You looked at him confused by his sudden change of mood.

"Ah ahaha let's go"

Haru walked up ahead, you looked at Makoto raising an eyebrow at him

"What's up with him?"

"Ah just something"

Little did you know a certain raven boy also had a little crush on you.

Bonus

"Big brother why are you red?"

"Eh am i?!"

"Are you sick?"

"No of course not"

More like love sick actually.

"Say hayato what do you think if i get myself a girlfriend?"

"EH?!"

[tracle0]

hello hey hi and a splendid saturday to you, I come bearing a question for the wip4 gang and that question is: what is each of their most significant memories? additionally, are there any memories they would jump at the chance to get rid of? ok bye please have an excellent day \o/ (and before you yell at me I'm going to sleep now I swear)

I’m glad that when you even LOOK at me you think ‘oh sleep time’ I am Pavlov and you are my dog and this metaphor is stupid I will answer your question now

I’m gonna... assume this is uhh pre-story question because I know for a fact that at least three characters would change their answer to at least one question if it was post-story. My house, my rules. 

Keaton’s most significant memory is p r o b a b l y the time when he was in year 12 (17), and he was called to the head of sixth form office. He’d been at this school since year 7 (11), and had realised he was trans in year 8 (12/13), and had then been fighting for the right to use his bathroom ever since. This had previously resulted in punishment. In year 10 (15), he made progress, being allowed to use the disabled bathroom, but he wanted the men's bathroom dammit. 

Anyway, called to head of sixth form, assumed it was related to that issue. Pessimistic about the whole ordeal. 

Turned out there was another student in like year 9 who had come out as trans as well, and the school had gone ‘UHHHHHHHHH LET’S DO BETTER THIS TIME’ so Keaton, being the only other trans student in this rural Norfolk school, was assigned as her... mentor??? I guess? 

He was half like ‘fuck y’all’ and half like ‘I will not let this young woman go through the same shit you all put me through, I will guard her like a HAWK’. He was still not allowed to use his bathroom, but he makes her fight a little easier; she’s allowed to use her bathroom in year 10, after he left. They still meet up every now and then for coffee. 

Memory to be rid of: First day on a Professional Set, he walked backwards whilst taking a tea order and fell into a bin. Terrible first impression. He still got jobs afterwards, but sometimes people will be like ‘oh yeah I’ve heard of you you’re the bin guy’ and he wants to punch them. 

This is getting long already I’m gonna put the rest under a cut

I know you’re here for Mika so I’ll go to them, most significant memory: probably his first pride? He didn’t intend to go to pride, but he was in the city on the day of pride and just walked past all these rainbows and flags and people being so open and proud and themselves. He was maybe fifteen, and had been having those fun Gender Feels that you try and hide at age fifteen, because you’re only fifteen and most people tell you you’re not old enough to know anything about yourself, yknow? 

Someone gave him a flyer at one point, and when he got back to his Ultra Christian Household, he hid it and would read through it some nights. When he had it memorised, he started to explore more about queerness online. He’s the guy who can tell you all about LGBT history due to this research. This was only done in the city on the library computers, where his trail couldn’t be tracked. It gave him some sort of start for labels, some sort of safe space, some sort of New Approach to everything he’d been feeling. 

Memory to be rid of: last day in Ultra Christian School. He was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school and it wasn’t awful until he was about fourteen, at which point he started to grow his hair. They told him to cut it constantly. He was punished for it. He kept the hair. 

It got bad but it wasn’t until he was about seventeen that it really buckled; first real notable psychotic episode. He told people, they were convinced it was some sort of possession, convinced he’d sinned, convinced of all these horrible things about him and drove him out until he could ‘act normally’ again. He did not go back. 

In all honesty, the second he turned 18, he took his savings from various dead grandparents and a part-time job, bought a second-hand (maybe third-hand) camper-van and left home. 

He goes back for Christmas only. 

Mooooving on, Lynne! Who I do not talk about enough; she’s also part of the documentary squad, and actually the reason the whole squad exists. Producer and director, she’s very cool okcoolthanks

Most significant memory: That one time she was thirteen and her parents had officially declared their divorce. She was living with her dad and it was really, really weird and she was not enjoying it. Divorce is a big deal to some families, and this family was one of them, and she was really unsure about her entire future. 

Cue Mika, young and mostly obedient, kicking down the door (not literally) and kidnapping her (again, not literally) to come pick blackberries with him (very literally). They stayed out until the sun went down in early Autumn. She forgot about the divorce for a small amount of time. They ended the day eating fish and chips straight from the paper whilst sitting in a tree and talking about nothing important at all. 

They made jam out of the blackberries the next day. It was gross. Both of them refused to admit it was gross. 

Memory to be rid of: She went camping one time with friends from school. Lynne is Muslim and so did not go to Catholic school with Mika, they just lived near each other, and so school friends went ‘hey we’re going camping you should come’ she did come. 

It was a mess. They were fifteen and determined to drink, and English peer pressure to drink is weird, so she did take some drink but didn’t drink it. Someone threw up on her tent and blamed it on her. No-one bought any food or water, the only thing she was able to drink was lemonade bought for mixing and that had ants in it within two hours. 

She woke up first and left them all there, then walked home because she was meant to be lift-sharing. It took an hour and a half. She preferred that to being in the car. 

That group wasn’t her only group of friends, but it was her main group, so things were awkward for a while. 

Moving on from Documentary Squad, Percival! Percy Percival who I wish I could call Percy because it’s so much easier to write. 

Significant memory: winning an art contest when he was like. Eleven. Really living the high-life, ol’ Percival. It was a city-wide contest, with various age categories. He was part of the 11-18 clump, which put him at a disadvantage, but he still won. As a reward, his art was replicated on a mural in one of the shopping malls in town, and he got some fancy vouchers for a fancy art shop in the city. 

Winning the art contest made him go ‘oh wait I’m actually good at this thing I really like doing I should learn how to do that more’ and you could barely pry him away from his sketchbook from that point on. 

Those vouchers were stored away until he was 14 and doing art GCSE, at which point he bought a nice sketchbook and oil paints. He’s now very good at oil painting. I hate him for being good at oil painting. Oil painting SUCKS. 

Memory to be rid of: I’m torn between three and they’re all similar so I’ll go for all of them. 

#1 - losing an eye to Abby’s experiments. You read the lil short story I think (I know I checked just now) - she’s a very kind and loving sister who sometimes moves his body parts around. One time, he lost an eye and went blind for a few weeks. He had nightmares about it for months. It was very painful.

#2 - losing a finger. To Abby’s experiments. It was the middle finger on his left hand and it didn’t go back into place quickly enough - now it’s always numb and discoloured. Good news is he’s right-handed and not a musician so no worries about losing dexterity on that hand. 

#3 - losing two ribs. To Abby’s experiments.  There’s a very clear trend here. She wanted to try moving things she couldn’t see around. She moved two ribs away. She decided it was more dangerous to put them back. Now they just have two of Percival’s ribs lying around. 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On that note, final person, this is very long. Abby! She’s fun. Most significant memory;

okay the word ‘significant’ has caught me off-guard several times cause like wow how do you figure out significant memories for people. I don’t have just one, yknow? But I think I know one for her. 

She’s the eldest out of her and Percival and, for a while, people wanted her to set an example for him, which she tried to do, but she wasn’t good at what people wanted her to be good at. She’s good with people. She’s good at very specific parts of biology. She’s good at psychology. She’s not good at school and tests. 

So, when Percival started to beat the standards she set for him, her parents almost... egged competition on. Played favourites, compared the two siblings. Nobody really noticed what she could do, they only cared about what she struggled with. And the parents were rarely around to help out with what she was struggled with. So she struggled on and tried to keep her head high.

Cue a family wedding, she was snooping around the snack table at the reception and overheard her parents talking about her. And how they were almost disappointed in her. How they were annoyed that she couldn’t be more like Percival, honestly, what did they do wrong? 

She got bitter. She pretends she doesn’t care but she’s bitter, and with no parents around to lash out at, she lashes out at Percival, who isn’t even aware. Good times. Not good times. Significant times. 

Memory to be rid of: Honestly? Probably hearing her parents talking about her at the family wedding. It stings. 

A n y w a y this was extremely long I like going into detail with short stories, if you read this far then thank you I appreciate it I will give you a feather from my feather collection. Probably a swan feather. I have a lot of swan feathers. 

[babyflossy]

take out | j.ww

gif credits to owner

pairing: sniper!wonwoo x pilot!reader

summary: you and wonwoo spend more time together in work after you become his unofficial babysitter. and no matter how dangerous your job gets, you’ll always make it out alive for take out dates with him.

genre: idk? action? there’s fluff i swear it’s not sad

warnings: swearing, murder, fighting, badly written plane fight? also i don’t know enough about to planes to have written this sorry...

word count: 2568

you heard the helicopter before it came into your vision. you hadn't heard anything from the group that left on it nearly forty-eight hours ago and everyone was waiting with bated breath to see who got off the aircraft. it wasn't supposed to an outrageously dangerous mission, but shortly after the group landed at the location, the gps and radio had been cut off leaving you all completely in the dark, only able to speculate about what happened.

the helicopter landed hastily, and the doors had opened before the propellers had stopped whirring. everyone ground-crew member stood around, waiting to see who got off whilst someone called for medical. you hurried forward, ready to deal with whatever got out of the machine. the first person out was minghao, who stumbled slightly but otherwise looked mostly intact. he met your eyes for a second before they flittered elsewhere, an apologetic look on his face. the first words he said were definitely not what you wanted to hear, "i'm sorry."

you felt your stomach drop as you rushed towards the door. inside you saw soonyoung removing his helmet, and then you saw jeonghan and chan lift up a stretcher, an oxygen mask over the face of the occupant. you got a small smile from jeonghan as wonwoo was lifted out of the aircraft, eyes closed and unmoving. frozen, you watched him be carted off to the medical bay. people got injured on mission, sure, that was quite common, but it was never wonwoo. he was always so careful and calculating you would hate to know what had happened. but you knew you would have to find out.

you were broken out of your trance by an arm settling over your shoulders. soonyoung's voice was soft as he squeezed you slightly. "he'll be fine, y/n. he might be off missions for a while, but they'll be no permanent damage."

you nodded, blinking away the tears that pooled in your eyes, letting soonyoung pull you onto the tarmac of the landing pad.

after having surgery on his leg, wonwoo was in the medical bay for a week before he was finally released, only to be whisked away into physical therapy. you hadn't left his room except for the times when joshua or seungcheol dragged you away for food or work. you had held his hand the whole time, even when he was awake, pressing soft kisses along his fingers. he had smiled every time, claiming if you kissed him properly it would help him get better faster. you complied with a laugh every time as well.

wonwoo had rolled his eyes through nearly a month of therapy before he was deemed fit to be out in the field again, not without caution, though. as the team's best sniper, he was in high demand as soon as he got the go ahead, but not without you. as the team's leader and decision maker, seungcheol had ruled that wonwoo couldn't go on a mission without you as backup. wonwoo had, again, rolled his eyes insisting he didn't need a babysitter, and you had complained that you weren't just 'backup'. nevertheless, neither of you minded spending more time together.

the first few missions went smoothly and you and wonwoo found you worked well together in the field as well as out, even if you specialised in very different things. seungcheol had recruited you nearly three years ago as a fighter pilot when his missions kept going wrong due to improperly trained pilots. you were booked for mission months in advance and seungcheol started letting you work external missions you liked the sound of.

it was your fifth mission together and you had learned that wonwoo's job was shockingly boring. he usually had a handful of targets and you two had to sit on a roof nearby and wait for them to show themselves. the only excitement came when some of the team was inside and the targets were running away from them. you couldn't help but admire his concentration, and note how cute he looked he looked when his brows furrowed, or when his nose crinkled when he laughed.

you had accepted that your life for the foreseeable future would be looking over wonwoo, and so you were surprised when wonwoo and yourself were briefed for a mission for just the two of you. it was a very high profile case, meaning seungcheol wanted the smallest possible amount of people on it to reduce to probability of human error. he had told you two that you would have to fly wonwoo to the drop off point, then leave and pursue another target. wonwoo was told exactly where he had to go, and who he had to kill, you on the other hand were given basic details if that.

"what do you mean, you don't know?" you insisted, confused as to what you could do when you knew nothing of the people.

"we think they have aircrafts, but we're not sure," he paused, looking between your confused face and wonwoo's concerned one, "we need you to pursue any aircraft that leaves the perimeters, and take them down if you can."

"right, so i'm supposed to chase and eliminate aircraft you don't even know exist, let alone know what i'm dealing with?"

"you're the best shot we've got," seungcheol's expression softened slightly, but his leader voice still remained, as the whole team called it. "you've worked with less information before."

the mission started as soon as the sun dropped below the horizon line, leaving darkness to conceal you. wonwoo had never been in a fighter plane before, and he made you promise you would fly straight without any twists or turns, which you chuckled at. wonwoo was always so stoic and fearless that the whole team, especially mingyu and minghao loved to make fun of his fear.

you got wonwoo in the plane first, making sure he had all the weapons he needed. you stood on the wind and leaned over the edge into the seating compartment, pulling the helmet over his head. he shot you a pout as you adjusted the helmet and hopped off the plane to talk to seungcheol before you left.

"good luck," he started, inciting a glare from you, "seungkwan and vernon will be in your earpiece if you need them,"

hearing the mention of their names, they spoke over the line with cheery voices. "right here, " seungkwan chirped.

"to stop you doing anything stupid," added vernon.

you waved to the rest of the team who had lined up outside to say goodbye, as if neither of you would return. you had complained to them about it before you got wonwoo in the plane, but they all insisted they didn't have anything else to do. you swung yourself into the seat in the cockpit and pulled your own helmet on after turning to throw wonwoo a thumbs up. he responded with a feeble one himself.

the reinforced screen lowered and wonwoo watched as you pressed various buttons and flicked switches. he didn't know what any of them did and his eyes slid shut when he felt the pull of the plane moving forwards. you had briefed him on what it would be like and ensured him it wasn't long until his drop off, but he hated the feeling regardless. you chuckled as you looked at him in the mirror once you were in the air, eyes screwed shut, holding onto the handles so hard his knuckles were bright white. "we're good, wonwoo." you spoke over the comms, flicking your eyes to see him looking out the window in awe.

"holy shit," he exclaimed, trying to get as close to the window as the straps and his helmet would allow. "this is so cool!"

"alright, lovebirds," you could hear the smirk in seungkwan's voice even over the radio, "y/n, you want to head north-east until i tell you. there's low visibility but you know where your landing anyway, so it doesn't matter. i'll still tell you, obviously, that's what i'm­–" seungkwan was the most helpful person on the team for you, always reassuring you and telling you where to go, but he had a tendency to ramble.

"got it," you cut him off, hearing the way vernon laughed.

"how's wonwoo?"

"dude, this is so cool! why don't i do this?" wonwoo replied to vernon, you looked in the mirror again to see him now with only one hand holding onto to the harness, the other pressed onto the glass. you were close to the landing strip now and told him so.

"wonwoo, hold on, we're about to land," he obeyed your command instantly, sinking back into his chair as he felt the plane lurch forward, eyes already shut tightly.

you landed smoothly as seungkwan told you where you were headed now whilst vernon told wonwoo that there was a car waiting to pick him up. once wonwoo was unbuckled and on the tarmac, you wrapped him in a hug before speaking quietly, "be careful, i'll come pick you up."

"you make it sound like i'm going to my first day of school, y/n," he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around you as well, resting his head on top of yours, "be careful too, what you're going to do it probably more dangerous than me."

you watched as wonwoo was whisked away in a glossy black car, the lights from the runway sparkling back at you in the immaculate paint job. you turned the plane around and took off again, ready to get this over with, looking forward to sharing take out with wonwoo in your apartment.

seungkwan instructed you to 'fly around' until their aircrafts took, which he now had confirmation of. "we know they're getting ready to fly, couldn't tell what, though. it looked like a C-12 Huron."

"they're sending a reconnaissance plane? who're they trying to get information about?" seungkwan made a noise of mutual confusion over the comms and you checked your radar for any movement. "let me know when they send it up. it'll go down nicely."

"gotcha."

the reconnaissance plane did go down nicely. you noted it was flying west before you aimed and fired, watching the plane do down in blazing glory. what you weren't expecting however, was the fighter jet sent after it. you saw a blinking dot on your radar and radioed in to seungkwan. "what is it?"

"don't panic," uh, oh. "it's looking like a F-15 Eagle." well, shit. you checked the distance and speed on the radar. it seemed to have watched the other plane go down as it changed its course for you. you hadn't realised how much time had passed since you dropped wonwoo off and his voice startled you.

"i'm at the landing strip," your eyes were glued to the radar as you planned this out in your head. "you nearly done?"

"really not the time, wonwoo," he heard how tense your voice was and felt panic strike up in him. his mission had gone smoothly, he had taken out the targets and gone into the building after for the guards. he had always had the mentality of leaving no one able to call the police, and he was he followed through with that now.

you waited until the plane was at the right distance behind you before curving under yourself and heading upside down for it. you nosedived downwards to put distance between your plane and theirs. you could see the ground approaching too fast and you pulled up when the dot on the radar over your own. going straight up underneath it, you took fire. wonwoo, vernon and seungkwan sat in complete silence over the radio, hearing the nosedive and the spinning and the bullets firing. they heard the sounds of bullets on metal and waited in painful anticipation to hear you tell them you were okay.

but it wasn't over yet. you couldn't take the plane down then or else it would fall right into you. bracing yourself once more, you took advantage of the sneak attack and flew past them upwards, spinning again before shooting from the opposite direction.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," they realised you were alive at least and seungkwan sat up quickly, ready to hear your instructions. "seungkwan how much ammo do i have left?"

"not much," he stated regretfully. "you could fly over base and we'll shoot it down from here?"

"it'll land on you if you shoot from the roof guns. i need to take it down here." gripping the controllers tightly your mind whizzed as you formulated a plan. you needed to make it out of this alive to meet wonwoo for takeout, you wouldn't let this stop you. you realised with horror that the only way you could take it down with the ammo you had was from the front, to take out the pilot. but it meant you would be right in the firing line. unless, maybe, if you moved quick enough you could dodge the bullets. "how much fuel?"

"you've got enough for whatever you're planning." that was all you needed, and you were in front of the plane before you could think of a different plan.

twisting and turning and moving up and down quickly made your aim slightly more precarious than usual, but miraculously you managed to hit the front of the plane until your guns were empty. the plane was still in the air, though, and you felt freezing dread shoot through you as you imagined being shot down, hurtling through the air to a fiery death. your thoughts were interrupted by the tell-tale sign of the plane lurching downwards.

"oh my god, thank fuck," you muttered in relief as you watched the pilot slump forwards in the darkness and the plane drop down instantly. you didn't want to stay to watch, or wait for their backup and you were racing back towards the landing strip as you announced over the radio it was successful.

as soon as you were out the plane, wonwoo had wrapped his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. "god, i was so worried."

"bet you're glad it's not your job now, right," you joked, pushing your face into his shoulder nevertheless, "i've faced worse."

it was nearly light out by the time you had finished the mission debrief with seungcheol who congratulated you on your 'outstanding performance' as seungkwan had put it. the rest of the team that was still at the base congratulated you as well on your way out, listening in on the debriefing as they did every time. the sun had risen when you two had finally gotten home, takeout on the table as you sat leaning against each other on the floor, uniforms changed for more comfortable clothes. wonwoo had joked he never wanted to let you drive a car after your flying and you smacked him playfully.

after brushing your teeth next to each other, trying to make the other laugh until you nearly choked on the toothpaste, you at last made it to pillowy heaven of your bed, legs tangled together with wonwoo's. you had shut the curtains tightly, trying to stop the midday sun from entering. wonwoo's head rested on your collarbones as he slipped into peaceful sleep, you not far behind, ready to repeat the routine again.

a/n: hello again lol. also, i’m working on a few longer pieces which are all like half finished which is why i haven’t updated in so long,,, but hopefully that means there should be a few out after i get home,,, i acc like this so i hope you do too!!

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Modern Orc Boyfriend | Gordoxe

"I see hell in your eyes, taken in by surprise.

Touching you makes me feel alive, touching you makes me die inside."

Reader x Orc story

Orcs rule the underworld selling humans & elves alike as slaves, what will Alice do when she's captured & made an offer she literally can't refuse? & how long will she last if she keeps pushing her new boss's limits?

The blindfold that was tied around your head was pulled down to your neck you looked up at the creature in front of you he was clearly the alpha male in the room, he sat in the middle of a red velvet lounge with women on either side of him, some were elves others humans. You shook your head how was this possible? You had heard of the slave trades on the news before, Orcs selling humans & elves to other races but you never thought it would happen to you & if you were honest you had kind of turned a blind eye to it, it was easy enough to do when it wasn't happening to you.

You winced at the pain of trying to keep your eyes open, you felt the bruise on your cheek pulsing & you could taste the blood from the split that had been punched into your lip.

You sniffed when you met the creature's golden eyes, he tore them away from inspecting your face, his gaze made you feel small...he made you feel something else too but you couldn't recognise the emotion.

"I told you not to harm the human's, I can't sell damaged product." He spat thrusting his finger in your direction, he galred at your captors.

The goblin beside you nodded vigorous & bowed his head "I-I know-" he cleared his throat before continuing "but she was a fighter, w-we could keep her until she heals. She will be prime product, I can guarantee that sir." The goblin swollowed hard & looked over to his dark elf partner for support buy only recieved a shrug in response before he averted his eyes to the floor.

You chuckled "not so tough now are you little man?" You teased under your breath, you were amused at how the confident smirk he wore earlier was wiped from his face with only a glance, you licked your bottom lip as blood trickled from it due to the width of your grin.

The orc who was clearly the leader of this group stood & began to walk over to you, he was a mountain of a creature & the muscles he bore on every inch of his body were huge, you shuddered at the thought of the pain that his giant fists would bring once they met skin but you didn't show your fear.

He smirked down at you before kneeling "everybody leave." He said, curiosity passed his features as he looked you over. The women & hunters scurried from the room, opening the door & letting the bass from the club flood in before promptly shutting the door behind them.

The orc infront of you grabbed your chin between his thumb & forefinger to get a better look at your face "what say you to a deal?" He asked before letting his grip slip.

You raised your eyebrow "what kind of deal?" You asked, trying to even out your breathing his touch sent shivers throughout your body & he radiated power.

"I'm not going to sell you little human, if you work for me." He said.

You pursed your lips "doing what?" You asked curiously, like you had an option. It was that or death but you would be damned if you let him think he had it over you, something in you wanted to defy his every wish.

"You will work close with me, I need someone to stick by me & do some off hand work that I don't have the time for, kind of like a secretary position if you will." He explained.

You frowned "what would a gang leader need with a secretary?" You asked confused.

He laughed "we have to have a way of making the money look legitimate, how do you think we don't get caught?" He asked "it's for my office."

You clucked your tongue "what happened to your last secretary?" You asked adding sarcastic emphasis on secretary.

He shrugged "shot." He said uncaring as he stood casting a large shadow over your small bent frame.

You cursed under your breath & stood slowly "fine." You agreed, it's not like you had a choice. You threw the handcuffs you had picked the lock of ages ago at him & he caught them with a chuckle.

"You're going to be a pain in the ass aren't you?" He asked with a smirk.

You matched his smirk with one of your own "you have no idea." You said as you flipped your hair over your shoulders with confidence.

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That was the first time you met him, Gordoxe the king of the Criminal Underbelly. Criminals feared him, police paid him for protection, he pretty much ran the country. He was the most feared Orc & yet you couldn't help but push his buttons.

"Alice!" He yelled from his office, you adjusted your small black skirt as you stood from your uncomfortable desk chair & walked over to his open door "get in here & shut the fucking door!" He boomed, you smiled sweetly at him & he growled "you are a pain in the ass, I shoud have killed you on the spot." He growled throwing his arms up with frustration.

You bat your eyelashes at him innocently "good morning to you to Gordy." You said happily, calling him by the nickname you had devised for him...he hated it which made you love it even more.

He slammed his giant fist on his mahogany desk leaving a crack in it, you couldn't help but gawk at the crack he left. It was ridiculous that you would be turned on by that but there you were practically drooling over it.

"Don't call me that! How many warnings do you need little human? I have a reputation to uphold! You can't go around disrespecting me like this." He said, you rolled your eyes.

"Jesus Gord-" he glared at you & you cleared your throat as you nodded "sir" you corrected yourself "you hired me for this position, it's not like I was qualified for it! I was a barmaid for christ sake." You argued, placing a hand on your hip as you cocked your eyebrow at him in a challenge.

"You're right-" he admitted with a small sigh, you raised your eyebrows as shock took over admitting you were right? that was new "I was impulsive & I should have checked your credentials before saving your GODDAMN LIFE!" He yelled.

It was your turn to sigh because he was right "I'm sorry I'll try harder." You gave in with a roll of your eyes.

He nodded making you cross your arms in protest "good I'll give you a week more to get your shit together, you've been here for two months, Ali you should be able to do the job with ease by now not just walking around looking like that-" he said motioning to your figure "in those damn skirts." You bit back a smile as he pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration you began to walk over to his desk absent mindedly as if your feet were moving on their own accord, swaying your hips with each step.

He licked his lips hungrily & leaned back in his black leather chair as his eyes roamed said hips.

You couldn't help yourself in that moment, not around him, not anymore. You wanted him, all those nights you spent pleasuring yourself to the thought of him, the tension between you both was getting to be to much, you reached around his desk & pressed the button that made the black curtains drop over the clear glass box that was his office.

"What are you doing?" He asked as you moved around the desk & crawled onto his lap.

"You seem pent up & I said I would try harder didn't I?" You asked with a pout.

"You're insufferable & annoying, little human." He breathed out.

You smirked "he says as he strokes my lower back." You retorted as you reached back & grabbed his hand pushing it down to your ass, letting him grab & knead to his desire, you bit your bottom lip seductively as you rolled your hips over the front of his jeans, a low noise came from his throat as he locked eyes with you.

He stopped suddenly & a look of hunger crossed his features as he grabbed the back of your neck pulling your head down to his slowly, he grabbed your chin with his forefinger & thumb as he craned his neck.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment & he growled lifting you off him, you darted around the desk & sat in the chair across from him on the otherside of the large desk -the very desk you fantasized about Gordoxe bending you over- & quickly fixed your skirt.

"What?!" He roared, you crossed your legs to hide your heat & stiffened as the door opened glancing down to make sure your skirt was sat at an appropriate height, you looked to the doorway & there stood Gas the goblin that kidnapped you "we've got a problem." He said, his face grave.

You rolled your eyes, you could swear that was the only way he ever started a sentence "we always have a problem, can I leave early today?" You asked.

Gordoxe narrowed his eyes at you "I'll have Sands take you back to the apartment, no stops, no leaving." Annoyance boiled within you, you could never go out or do anything when they had a problem. It's not like it was your problem, it was their's you weren't part of the gang after all you only dealt with the legitimate side of their opporation.

"That's not-" you began to protest but Gordoxe threw his arms up.

"No! You will listen to me, damn it. Go home don't argue-" he was pointing his finger violently at you "or I swear to god there will be punishments this time! for too long I have given you leniency." He said "I will do it no longer." & with that he stormed out of the room Gas trailed behind him leaving you with Sands, the dark elf who was assigned to you as a babysitter of sorts or as you like to call him the babesitter.

"Come on Sands, time to babesit." You said sullenly walking out the door, as usual he said nothing.

The elevator doors were open & a fair few people were piled in, there was just enough room for one more & if you could get in there without Sands catching you first, you could make a stop before going to the apartment all this pent up tension had you craving a drink. A man in a suit was about to press the button, you had about point two seconds to get in so you bolted into the elevator Sands ran behind up behind you but the doors closed you waved at him through the crack just before they closed & the elevator began to descend & you chuckled to yourself in victory, you looked around the elevator & people shrunk away from you they knew who you were. You worked closely with Gordoxe & that was enough to stay away from you, you smiled at them all & began to sway on your heels happily.

The second the elevator doors opened you ran out & into the city outside triumphantly, you finally had a moment alone, a moment without the lonely company of a babysitter who didn't speak, a moment of normality.

I'll drink to that you thought to yourself as you walked to the nearest bottleshop.

When you finally found one you grabbed the most expensive bottle of whiskey & paid for it with the company card, with all the teasing Gordoxe was doing supplying you with a little liquid release was the least he could do.

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It was going on dark by the time you had finished the bottle & you knew by now Gordoxe would have people out looking for you & he'd be royally pissed off. You walked back to Gordy's hotel where Sands stood guard at the large glass foyer doors.

He didn't even look at you when you walked past, you walked into the building & to the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse as you sighed & you lent your head against the wall preparing yourself for the bombardment of lectures you were no doubt about to recieve.

The golden elevator doors dinged open & Gordoxe was pacing on the otherside of them, he grabbed your arm & dragged you into the large penthouse, the expression on his face was positively murderous "you insufferable little brat!" He screamed "you have no idea how worried I've been! You have no idea the dangers that await you out there nor do you take them seriously! I warned you there would be consequences if you disobeyed me." He snarled.

"What are you going to do?" You put on a good front because of the alcohol but if you were honest...or sober you would be fully aware of just how seriously scary he was in that momemt & you'd admit that you fucked up.

"Oh, I'll show you." He said menacingly his large figure cast a dark shadow over you as he stepped forward & swooped you up. He threw you over his large shoulder, you yelped & squirmed but there was not a point in fighting so you quickly gave up going limp as he carried your body through the halls.

He took you into his office grumbling something about 'only wanting what was best for you' & how 'it was for your safety', he sat you onto the desk of his home office & you sat on the edge swinging your legs in the large gap between your feet & the floor.

He was so close to you that you could see the green rings that lined the gold in his eyes, your breath caught in you throat. He had beautiful eyes, that was the first thing you noticed about him. They were your first thought in the morning & your last thought at night, the way they held such a whirlwind of emotions it was hard to pin a singular feeling down but the whirlwind was only ever there when he was looking at you.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He said his voice deep & husky, his warm breath faned across your face making you shiver "your rebellious streak is causing me trouble." He said "in more ways then one."

You frowned "more than one?" You asked confused, how could little old you be causing the biggest ganster in the country multipul problems?

He smirked "you really want to know little human?" He asked, you licked your lips as you inspected his beautiful smirk & how the gold piercing in his right tusk shone.

You gulped & nodded, he grabbed your hand gently as his eyes bore into your own & he moved it down to the front of his black jeans. Your eyes widened & you gulped slightly when you felt the impossibly large buldge in his pants, you looked down to see that your hand was tiny in comparison to it & his eyes filled with lust at the sight causing the buldge to throb.

He moved his large hand up to your cheek & rubbed his thumb gently over the bone, your eyes fluttered close at his gentle touch & you moved your hand but only to pull him closer to you.

The space between you both was charged with electricity & you couldn't hold back any longer lest you both burst at the seams.

He growled as he moved between your legs, you wrapped your thighs around his solid midsection & pulled the collar of his white shirt towards you "careful little human." He warned.

You looked up at him with doe eyes "I thought you wanted to punish me?" You asked with a sickly sweet tone.

He cupped your chin in his forefinger & thumb like he did when you first met like he has done several times after & dipped his head down so that your lips were inches apart "I did didn't I?" He said his voice gruff before he closed distance, his lips were soft & warm. You moaned against them & pressed your lips hard against his, he broke the kiss suddenly but only to suck on your neck, you moaned again as his tusks dragged across your soft skin making your lower back tingle.

"Gordoxe." You whispered through a sigh.

He pushed you down against his desk & slid his hand down your stomach "say my name again little human." He growled as his fingers played with the hem of your underwear.

"Gordoxe." You sighed out again, his fingers slid down your thighs & back up sending waves of desire through out your body, he stopped at the entrance of your skirt & he began to laugh as he pulled away from you leaving you panting on his desk, you sat up on your elbows & frowned at him "I told you I'd have to punish you." He said.

Anger boiled inside you & you sat up from the desk "fuck you." You pouted as you walked to the door of his office fixing your skirt as you did "you punish yourself also." You pointed out, nodding to the very clear erection he had & with that you stepped out of the office slamming the large wooden doors close behind you.

(Hey guys! Sorry if this is a little awful, it's my first Orc story & it's three o'clock in the morning oh & I also had already wrote this out but the tumblr app shut down & deleted the whole thing so I had to start again...yuUup that was fun. Anywhoser I hope you guys liked this, let me know what you thought & if you have any requests I'd totally be down to do them -willing to do a lot of different creatures not just orcs- OH! & let me know if you'd like a part 2 or a different Orc)

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Hey! I was just reading your "Waking up with Seijou" headcanons and it made me wonder what your headcanons are for Matsukawa (He smokes?!?) and Hanamaki (He has piercings?!?) I'm super intrigued.

Hello dear Anon! ~ Welcome to the Makki&Mattsun festival that takes place in my head whenever I think about them. For real, I love when I get to talk about them. They’re just so complex! Their interactions fuel my imagination!We totally should be friend, anon, just cause you asked me about them.

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Makki and Mattsun are sort of consciously laid back, if you think about them. They come off as very aloof, witty and calm characters, but I think it’s clear to everyone how that’s just a façade. Enough with my ramblings about how I adore them, and let’s start with my very own headcanons for them.

- The meme lords, the pranksters, the sass bros of Seijoh. They have quite the titles on them but who can really tell to know them? Just a trustworthy handful of close friends. Namely, our lovely Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Why, you’d rightfully ask? Cause these two boys had it rough.They come from the not-so good part of the town, where it’s common to see drunk husband chased off from the door by their enraged and shouting wives. Makki and Mattsun have lived in that neighbourhood all their life, just a few doors of distance from each other, but actually started talking just sometime around third grade.

- Mattsun is the eldest of a numerous family. Let’s just say it’s still growing, and they are always short on money at the end of the month.Being the eldest, he had to manage things by his own early in his life, but never complained about this. He has sort of accepted this and doesn’t bother him anymore. His father works at a local factory, taking the oddest shifts to earn a little more, but the result is that he is never at home, so Mattsun had to sort of fill in his role with his brothers and sisters. His mother is a stay-at-home mum, and the only one who can actually reprimand him if he’s doing something wrong.

- Makki is the third of four brothers, but between the first two and the last run more than ten years. His older brothers have already left to live on their own, so it’s just him and his middle schooler sister.His mother works as a tailor at a local factory, while his father is a fisherman and often goes on the sea for months before he comes home, so it’s really just his mum, him, and his sister at home.Also, whenever his father comes back he goes to the pub with some of the other fishermen and usually come home drunk, so in Makki’s humble opinion, he is not needed at home.

- Makki and Mattsun bonded in third grade over the fact that none of them had someone to take to school for parents day. So, instead of just crying like Midori-chan “cause her mama couldn’t come to school with her”, they dressed up as one of their parents and impersonated them. Their teacher wasn’t sure whether to reward them for their creativity and craftiness, or reprimand them cause they spent the whole time just staring the other children down.

- From that moment they became two peas in a pod, always ready to shoulder the other or lend a hand whenever needed. They were inseparable, in and out of school, but they didn’t isolate themselves. They were always ready to humor each other, the class, whoever was in the 5 meter radius from them was destined to be the victim/unwilling spectator of their antics. More often than not this ended in a new acquaintance.

-However, they had an unspoken rule between them: none of their school friends ever came home with them, none of their school friends needed to know where they lived or what their families where like.Not because they were ashamed of their life, but just because they wouldn’t want to be judged by their background instead of their own self. So it wasn’t like they didn’t tell people about their family or backgrounds… they simply omitted some details.

- That actually worked well for them, so well that no one from school ever found out about their part-time jobs in the afternoon (their school didn’t allow part-time jobs for minors). It wasn’t something they had an agreement on, but they planned their shifts in a manner that one of them was always able to go to pick up the little Matsukawas from elementary school or walk Makki’s sister home from her afternoon classes. 

- This lifted some heavy weights from their families backs and gave them a little income to spend at their wish. Obviously, the temptation was too strong and even though they were actually good to keep one another in check, they were just boys so it was just a matter of time.

- Makki gained is first piercing on his left ear when he was fourteen. Actually he wasn’t really allowed to have one due to his age, but he tricked one of his older brothers to sign the permission paper when he came to visit, and when he waited Mattsun out from his workplace that evening, he was proudly sporting an angry-looking red lobe. Two little silver circles dangled from it, glinting in the yellowish light of the street lamps. He was grinning like Christmas day had come early, and Mattsun didn’t ask anything in regard, but Makki catched him glancing at his ear multiple times while walking home together that evening.

- Mattsun smoking habit didn’t start abruptly like Makki’s passion for piercing, but was more of a thing that was always latent. When he was younger, he used to pretend to sleep at night till he was certain everyone else at home was asleep. Then he actually went down to the living room to wait for his father to come back home, while reading or colouring some drawings. It became a sort of secret routine for them: he awaited his dad and when he came home, he’d ask him of his day, of his work, of the weird things he had seen on the bus while going to work, and Mattsun would tell him his day in return. All of this, happened usually on the living room couch, Mattsun cuddled against his dad’s side while whispering-chatting with him, and his father would smoke some cigarettes while talking, relaxing more and more with every breath.So, growing up, instead of only chatting with his dad, he took the habit of smoking a cigarette with him before going to bed, and from that moment on he started to get a little smoke whenever he felt the need to relax and unwind for a while.However, his mum wasn’t happy with this when she discovered it and prohibited him to smoke at home or near his younger siblings.- They had good grades at school, so when the moment to choose high-schools came, Mattsun and Makki didn’t had a doubt: Aoba Johsai was near in terms of walk to school, had some scholarships they could access and an accomodating policy toward part-time workers. It was perfect, and they entered their first year at Aoba Johsai without an itch.

- They ended up in different classes but that wasn’t a problem, cause they reunited almost everyday for volleyball practice (something they took up in their first year).

- They met Iwaizumi and Oikawa at practice, joining firstly into their friendly bickering, and then solidifying their friendship on the court playing together. It was actually Oikawa that suggested and gave Makki some of his beauty products to help him with his acne, something that had started bothering him in his last year of middle school, one day after practice.That was also the very reason that gave Makki and Mattsun background away.

And for now, dear Anon, I’ll stop myself or i’ll probably go on for a while. If any of you’s interested in other headcanons or anything about this, feel free to ask, I’ll try my best!

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The Detective and his Little Assistant (part 7)

(Part Index)

Chapter 4 (part 2): Compiling the Evidence

"How can you hide it so much better than me?" I mutter angrily, taking the sunglasses, once again knowing better than to fight him.

"Cause I'm better at make-up than you, now try to get some sleep." He retorts, reminding me of his above average hearing, as I sigh annoyedly before putting on the sunglasses and leaning back, trying to get some rest, though wondering how much sleep he got, since he was rarely better than me on this count.

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*After School*

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To my only slight surprise, Kaito-kun actually had woken me up once we reached our stop, though the look on his face said that if we didn't have school, he would've just let me sleep and stayed on the train with me until I woke up on my own. I was headed to the auditorium to talk to Kaito-kun during his theatre club since I actually had a little free time before I had to head to work for once. I poked my head into the auditorium, smirking when I saw all the actors there, meaning Kaito-kun was most likely in the workshop finishing up certain props and such since he'd chosen not to act in this play. I head down to the workshop, which was actually just a classroom none of the teacher's wanted to teach in cause they could never get the heating and air conditioning to work. Thankfully the school had enough other classrooms, and some clubs wanted to use it for activities that may be a little messy, the only rule was that you had to clean up the room to spotless conditions after using it. I got to the room and what I heard made my blood freeze before it started to boil.

"Hey, Kaito-chin." Yuno smirks. I bite back a growl and pull out the recording pen, turning it on and slipping it into the crack in the door.

"Please don't call me that." Kaito-kun smiles, trying to be polite.

"What Kaito or chin?" She giggles, I clenched my jaw in an effort to stay quiet, the evidence I could obtain from this could be crucial.

"I'd prefer Sasaki-kun, but at least Sasaki would be would nice." He sighs, annoyance starting to bleed into his words.

"Awe, I thought we were closer than-"

"We're not, what do you want Takeya-senpai?" Kaito-kun deadpans, cutting her off, making me wonder what happened for his patience to run out so quickly, considering I'd seen him keep a smile on his face and stay polite and courteous with a classman even I could barely stand for far longer.

"It's rude to cut off those above you." She snaps irritably.

"And it's rude to knock out first years during dodgeball because you don't like them." He retorts ‘oh...that’s why his patience is thin’.

"You know, I could spread a rumor for one of your little secrets." She hisses

"And I could report to the guidance counselor how many underclassmen you've knocked out in dodgeball." He spat back.

"And I could tell Akechi-kun about your late night jobs." She taunts, I swear I could hear her smirking through her voice. I froze, unable to move 'what the hell is she talking about, and why is Kaito-kun too scared to tell me on his own'.

"Y-you wouldn't, I-I'm too useful." Kaito tries to counter, but it was obvious Yuno had played her trump card, and it worked.

"Not if you turn your back on me. I can just see it, with him being a detective, he couldn't stay close to you. With what you do, not that anyone would wanna be friends with a freak like you anyway." She smirks. It hurt to know I was part of the reason he was going through this.

"I don't have the time to do all your homework Takeya-senpai." He sighs in defeat. But, I hated the bit of joy that came knowing I was so important to him, even if he didn't trust me enough to tell me himself.

"Oh, I don't need all of it, I just need you to do my math and English, and take care of the dress Ana-sensei wanted me to patch up for the play." She smirks with a chuckle, then the rustling of paper, which I assumed was the work she wanted him to do. "It was nice talking to you Kaito-chin." She smirks

"Why does anyone with the slightest bit of power use it to trample on and use those without any?" He murmurs. Pain shot through me, cause I'd done the same, used my popularity and charisma to turn him into an informant. I thank whatever god, or very possibly demon, that's on my side he gave me a second chance.

"Because, that's just the way the world works, Kaito-chin." she chuckles, before heading to the door, making me quickly back up, turning off the pen and act as if I'd just been walking up to the room.

"Oh Akechi-kun, what are you doing here?" Yuno smiles sweetly, and as much as I wanted to punch her in the face and drag her to the principal's office with the evidence, I took a breath and put on one of my best TV smiles to greet her.

"I'm here to talk with Kaito-kun." I smile

"He's busy, maybe you could speak with me." She smiles, now leaning against the wall.

'Oh, I'll be talking with you tomorrow' I think, forcing my face to keep the Detective Prince smile. "He offered to help me with something." I say, trying to go around her.

"I'm sure I could do a better job." She smiles, stepping in my way

'Ha! Since you're getting lower classmen to do your homework, I doubt you have the intelligence to help me with even my easiest cases' I think with a sigh. "I also offered to help him with the bed prop for the play." I smile, remembering he said he might help with it a week ago while walking around Yuno and slipping in the room before she could stop me again. My TV smile fell to a snicker as I heard her make a somewhat quiet, but definitely frustrated noise. I heard another snicker behind me as I closed the door.

"She's a handful and an annoying one at that." I chuckle, looking to Kaito-kun, seeing he was standing by his bag, probably having just put Yuno's extra work in there.

"You have no idea." He mutters, shaking his head.

'You're right, I don't...' I think, deciding to confront him on this tomorrow as well and try to just cheer him up for now. "So, um, do need help with the bed, I remember that you said you might need a hand a while ago." I smile

Kaito-kun looked a bit shocked, probably not expecting me to remember. "Uh, yeah, actually I need help with the main canopy part. Can you grab the metal circle and the curtains and well, put the curtains on it while I screw in the supports?" He smiles. "Oh, warning, they're kinda heavy, especially the curtains." He adds in as I head over, and grabbed them, and then nearly fell over due to the still unexpected weight of the curtains.

"What the hell are these made of, fabric bricks?" I asked after nearly falling.

"I-pfft-tried to warn you." Kaito-kun smirks while trying, and failing, to hide his snickers.

"Quit laughing." I retort, which only made him fully bust out laughing, earning a glare from me.

"S-sorry, it's just that I almost fell when I first tried to move them too." He smirks, making me sigh annoyedly. "But, they're so heavy cause they're meant to replicate the curtains nobility and royalty had back before central heating was a thing, so they're heavy enough to keep out light, most sound, and keep in some heat." He smiles

"Oh, well that's interesting, but wouldn't cutting off sound possibly get in the way of the scenes?" I ask, a bit curious.

"Not for this play, this actually some scenes where it's important the main character can't hear what's being said." He explains as I get into a better position to lift and carry the supplies to a better spot.

"That's pretty cool actually." I smirk, setting the stuff down and starting to help.

Kaito-kun and I work quietly until I start helping him put the curtains up. The bed was a circular canopy bed, however, due to how it was built, the curtains wouldn't go over the top like normal. Instead, they just hung from supports in a band around the top, the bar the four curtains were on would hang from the spots the curtains separated. We were putting the bar on the last support when I moved my hand wrong and hit the bruise from last night, causing me to let go and making Kaito-kun to nearly drop it, but he caught it and seemed to have also caught his hand between the bar and the back of the band holding the supports.

"Did you hurt your hand?" He asks worriedly, rubbing his knuckles after wiggling his hand out of where it'd gotten wedged between the bar and the back of the band, though, I noticed he had band-aids over the knuckles of the hand that hadn't gotten caught.

"Not really I just moved my hand wrong, it's fine not." I kind of lied, while holding my still throbbing hand.

"If you're gonna lie while you're in pain, you should learn how to relax your jaw and shoulders better." He sighs annoyedly.

'For being somewhat easy to manipulate, he can spot a liar incredibly easy, maybe that's why he called me out so quickly' I think with a sigh. "Only if you tell me what those band-aids came from." I smirk.

"Fine." He sighs, looking away slightly. "I got mad and punched my locker."

He was probably lying, he probably got mad at the notes on his locker I heard about last night and tore them off, but I decided not to push it, for now at least. "I got mad at a case last night and slammed my hand on my desk, and managed to bruise my hand." I sigh, which was pretty much the truth, it just wasn't an official case.

"You're passion is going to get you seriously injured one of these days." Kaito-kun sighs, shaking his head.