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leaderoffestivals · 2 years

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Antique Legends: Epilogue 3

Madara: … … Well, that’s that, then.

Good night, goodbye——Producer-san.

Season: Autumn Author: Akira Characters: Madara, Mika, Kohaku

Madara: Ahaha~! I'm sooo sorry, Kohaku-san! I tried waylaying him as he was leaving, but I guess it isn’t surprising that his guard was up, so he managed to get awayyy!

It’s such an awful shame! I’ll regret this mistake for life!

Kohaku: Hmph. I told ya we should’ve taken care of him before goin’ up to perform on stage.

Madara: Yep! However, it seems our performance at the Antique Market was incredibly well-received yesterday—

—which led to a larger than expected audience showing up here today as well. It felt like all of them were eagerly waiting for us to appear on stage!

Whether we’re ‘allies of justice’ or idols; We have no choice but to live up to those expectations!

Kohaku: Ko ko ko ♪ It won't matter which of those two we claim to be, we would seriously be cursed to Hell and back fer it, wouldn’t we?

If ya compare us to those who’re honestly and earnestly pursuing their ideals, we're really just cheap knockoffs no matter how hard we try, right?

Madara: Yes. However, there are surely some ‘functions’ which only such vile existences like us can fulfill… …

It’s like how no one would use the pages from a priceless encyclopaedia to dry wet shoes, riiight?

Kohaku: Geez! Quit tryin’ so hard to come up with clever expressions. Don’t we have a target to track down now?

Errr… Let’s see. That would be the guy who disappeared backstage just now, right?

Madara: Yep! That guy’s wayyy speedier than I thought he would be, but still, I won’t ever lose when it comes to games of tag! I am the former Captain of the Track and Field Team after all!

Stop, stay right there, you scoundrel! You’ll reap what you sow!

Mika: Errr… … What in the world is goin’ on here?

Kohaku: It would really better fer ya to keep yer nose out of it… … but I guess that’s already impossible fer you, huh? Mika-han is already involved in this, after all.

To tell ya the truth, no sooner had we finished workin’ our butts off yesterday, that we received a new assignment fer today. To be precise, you could say we received fresh confirmation of our real target this time.

Right now, we’re gonna eliminate the scoundrel schemin’ to bring down COSPRO. We’ve managed to identify him, thanks to the series of events surroundin’ that Antique Market.

Madara: Fufu~n! That’s right! And although this target is especially talented at covering his tracks and hiding, we’ve finally managed to grab him by the tail this time!

Kohaku: Exactly. At the Antique Market yesterday, Hidaka Seiya———han…, he presented a ‘treasure’ to the victorious Valkyrie, didn’t he?

That treasure turned out to be an extremely precious jewel.

If we were just to research a little, we can find out where that jewel is, right away. It’s just that conspicuous, ya see, just like an idol, or a star sparkling brightly in the sky.

Mika: That jewel… … I gave that to the person who consolidated all my debts as a kind of collateral just now, though!

Vice-Prez instructed me to do that, just last night!

Kohaku: Yep. We’re real sorry fer keepin’ Mika-han in the dark about it, but the truth is, we went and installed a listening device in that piece of jewellery.

We used that to gather information and got hard evidence of the wrongdoings bein’ committed.

That person who helped ya consolidate yer debt? He was the one who hired fraudsters to run the con which caused Mika-han’s orphanage—yer home—so much pain and sufferin’.

In other words, Ibara-han managed to get hold of evidence which can be used to prove that guy was the real mastermind behind the attacks on Valkyrie and COSPRO.

To top it off, that scoundrel went and bragged about all his other wrong-doings while he was holdin’ onto the jewel.

All that was recorded by the bug too. We’re gonna make sure he feels the pain fer what he’s done.

Mika: EeEEEH~... … There’s really no need fer you to go that far, y’know? I’ve already paid the debt back in full, so there ain’t any issue with him anymore. I’m fine with callin’ it quits between us now.

Kohaku: Yeah, no. If that were enough to make all things right; we’d all be livin’ in a peaceful world by now. However, his kind will never stop houndin’ their prey till it's dead with its blood sucked dry.

That guy’s true goal ain’t about money; it’s about attackin’ COSPRO and the other agencies. There’s no way a guy like that would leave us alone feelin’ satisfied, just because you’ve paid him.

This is a war, and it won’t end until one side is annihilated.

Our target’s just a small-time crook this time, so we won’t go so far as to take his life yet, but—

—we’ve heard he’s also been causin’ NEWDI grief by orchestratin’ various incidents to happen at all the idol trainin’ facilities affiliated with the agency.

It turns out he’s part of the reason why NEWDI has been struggling so much with its business management.

And it’s not just COSPRO or NEWDI as individual agencies that he’s havin’ beef with—rather, we should say his hostility is targeted towards ES as a whole.

That’s why we’re gonna crush him. Both COSPRO and NEWDI are my bosses after all—since he’s lookin’ to start a fight with us, we’ll have very reason to strike back.

I know how it sounds when we say it like that, but this ain’t a bad thing fer Mika-han at all. After we take care of that fella, Mika-han won’t have a debt to repay anymore.

You can use all the money you save on all those kids who admire and aspire to be like ya.

That’s a much nobler cause to use such a sum of money fer, rather than letting some scoundrel use it to line his own pockets, right?

Mika: … … … …

But why, Kohaku-kun? … … Why’re you doin’ those kinda unspeakable things? I understand, I get mad at swindlers and all those bad people too, but—

—it ain’t any part of any idol’s job to be punishin’ those people like that. … … I ain’t wrong in sayin’ that, right?

Kohaku: Nope. Mika-han’s way of thinking is in the right. Idols should be a special breed of people surrounded by normal mothers, fathers, and kids with sparklin’ eyes earnestly askin’ fer autographs to be signed——However, we… … we’re just not that kind of people at all.

There’s a part of reality in this world which can’t be put right just by spoutin’ pretty words and ideals at it. Someone has to get their hands dirty to fix it—

—and that ‘someone’ just so happens to be us.

Of course, we do get some benefits fer doin’ these deeds too.

Crazy:B created a whole lotta trouble in the summer fer ES—and fer all the idols in ES... ... Doin’ this helps to make up fer some of the damage we caused—

—and as long as we’re useful like this, we won’t be forcefully put down.

… … I’ve got no idea how Niki-han thinks, but at the very least, Rinne-han and HiMERU-han’ll be able to continue doin’ the idol activities they love so much.

As fer me, I’m satisfied with bein’ able to do this much. That’s all I need fer now.

Mika: Is that really—really—enough fer you, Kohaku-kun?

Kohaku: … … … …

Madara: OI~III, Kohaku-saaan~? You were scolding me for my failings earlier, but aren't you just slacking around and chit-chatting with your friend now too~?

That’s fine, I don’t mind. I’ve always thought you’re more suited to ‘the world on that side’ anyway. … … You can leave everything from this point onwards to me and start making your way back now.

Kohaku: Seriously? Don’t be an idiot. It doesn’t matter how big and strong you are, there’s no way you’ll ever be able to beat everyone on yer own.

Besides, from the moment I was born into my family, I’ve already been thoroughly stained with stinkin’ filth.

Even if I were to go back and try to live under the light of the Sun now, everyone would just pinch their noses shut and turn their eyes away from me.

Kohaku: Since that’s the case, I’d rather see how far I can walk along this path with you—you, who is covered in the same stink as I am.

Madara: Is that so? Without wasting words, I’m ending ‘this’ now.

Madara: … … And that goes for you too, Anzu-san. What are you even doing here? Why did you insist on coming to this place, even though you know you don’t belong here at all?

Can it be you still believe me to be your kind, gentle ‘childhood friend and older brother’? That, I’m someone, whom by nature, is incapable of doing anything criminally or morally wrong?

Do you really think I am here, in such a place as dark as this, because there must be some kind of mistake?

No, Anzu-san. That’s not it at all. You’re sooo wrong in assuming so——

I don’t have the time to explain everything in detail to you right now because I’ve got a pitiful villain to catch—

—however, everything about the person you believed me to be—that was all a lie. I am not a human worthy of your respect at all.

Madara: And that’s why... you shouldn’t care about me anymore. Don’t come here. The night is getting late, you should go.

You have work tomorrow, don’t you? Even the Sun has gone to sleep; you should go home too, and get a good night’s rest.

Madara: … … Well, that’s that, then

Good night, goodbye——Producer-san.

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The End

Translator’s Note:

For those who are new to the game, there is a rule where the idols are supposed to refer to Anzu as Producer (from Madara’s first idol story) even though very few actually do. Madara actually stated that he would never call Anzu as Producer ever, because of his childhood friend relationship with her. That he would actually call her Producer at the end, further distancing the relationship with her, is really a very big gut punch.

Please read Myriad of Colours Chapter 5 / As An Elder / Hidden Beast 1/2 chapter / Blackjack Ch 14 / Secret Service for nuggets of what happened to Madara after this.

This is unproofed, so if you have any feedback, please DM me.

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #Mikejima Madara #Oukawa Kohaku #Kagehira Mika #Antique Legends

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ellaenchanting · 3 years

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Hypnovember Day 7: Pendulum

F/m, I guess you’d call this consensual non-consent

"It's just that I've hypnotized you so many times," he said. "I just can't see it going the other way. You just don't...feel like a hypnotist to me." John gave her a look that was both apologetic and assured.

Megan rolled her eyes. "C'mon," she replied "What does a hypnotist feel like anyway? You're a switch, I'm a switch. Let's switch!"

"It's not that I don't want to," he said, "It's more than I don't think it will work. And- you're so new at this that I don't want to destroy your confidence."

Megan smirked. "I've been doing this for a year- I'm not exactly new anymore. And I promise- my confidence as a hypnotist is FINE."

She had an idea. "Tell you what- what if we bet on it?"

John finally looked interested. "A bet? Hmm- ok. What are we wagering?"

Megan quirked an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

John looked hopeful. "A blowjob?"

Megan scoffed. Basic. "I would just GIVE you a blowjob, yknow. If you asked me nicely."

John's smile became shark-like. "I know,” he said. “But it's so much more fun when I MAKE you do it, isn't it?"

Megan felt a shiver go through her- then quickly refocused. (John saw it anyway, she knew. He saw everything.) "Ok, fine. Hypnotically compelled blowjob it is."

"What about for you?" asked John. "What do you want if you win?"

Megan hesitated.

John smirked again. "To give a hypnotically compelled blowjob?" he asked.

"No!" replied Megan, quickly. Then she amended, "I mean- yes, maybe. Ok. Later. But first- maybe a half hour of kitty space?"

John's smile changed again, this time becoming more obviously adoring. "Awww- ok. I can do that. You've missed being a kitty, haven't you?"

Megan blushed and nodded. John reached over and scritched her hair.

She allowed it for a moment, then recentered.

"Ok, so it's set then. I manage to hypnotize you, I get to spend time in kitty space. You resist my considerable skill, and you get a blowjob. Also- no cheating! You’ll have to follow my instructions exactly. Deal?”

“Sure. You don’t get to cheat by saying ‘hey, be hypnotized’ and then declaring victory if I’m not. By the way,” stated John.

“I would NEVER!”, exclaimed Megan, secretly throwing out her plan B.

“OK,” said John. “Besides, I’m kind of curious what being hypnotized by you would feel like. Where do you want me?”

“Perfect!” said Megan. “Errr...just stand right here. It’s a good thing we’re about the same size. Now- just watch the watch.” She pulled a pocketwatch out of her pocket and started waving it.

“Megan-” John started. “You’re probably going to need to do more than just wave a watch…”

“Shh!” said Megan. “You promised to try! Now just watch the watch and don’t talk…”

Well, John had committed to giving this an honest try. He looked at the pocket watch swinging back and forth and tried to focus on Megan’s voice. She was saying some pretty standard patter- about watching the watch swing like a pendulum, about letting it take all of his focus. Yadda yadda. He dutifully tried to follow along.

After a few minutes of this, he realized that she seemed stalled. She talked about the watch and focus but none of the standard next step around getting sleepy or his eyes drooping. John tried to focus in as promised despite these stray thoughts but internally he couldn’t believe Megan was messing this up- the most cliche induction in the book. He wondered if it would be breaking the rules of their bet to prompt her.

“And it is so easy to keep staring, “ said Megan. “Because you know when you stop staring at the watch, you’ll fall into trance.”

Huh, thought John. That was different at least.

Megan continued, “The second you look down or away, you’ll just forfeit. And forfeiting the bet means you’ve fallen into trance. So you have to keep staring, keep looking, keep following in order to win. To resist the temptation of falling deep, deep into trance the second you look down....”

Well, NOW John had no idea where this was going. He had to admit, the confusion and watching the watch was actually starting to make him feel a bit spacey. So- that was doing something, at least.

Megan nodded. “That’s good John. Keep watching the watch and try to resist the temptation to look anywhere else. Even though you know it would feel SO good. Even though a part of you may start to really want to.”

And then, John heard a noise. He was focused on the watch intently like Megan said but - he was aware that her other arm was moving. In his peripheral vision, he saw it moving down...down...to her chest…

“Although it’s perfectly natural to be curious about other things, John. It’s perfectly normal to wonder what’s happening here below the watch. You’re a red blooded guy, it’s normal to WANT to look. But you should resist that temptation and keep looking at the watch. Don’t fall, don’t sleep, don’t look down. Just stare.”

John could tell her hand was starting to move. Fuck, he remembered how much he loved Megan’s breasts. How much he loved to watch her touch them. He wondered what she...

Megan gasped.

John barely kept himself from looking down.

Megan moaned the next few words. “Even though it’s easy to succeed at failing to resist. Even though a part of you is SO turned on, so curious, so eager to see. You have to keep looking at the watch. You have to resist looking down even,” her moan got high pitched for a second. “Even as it gets more tempting..mmm!”

John wanted to know where she was touching herself.

“Even as you’re soooo tempted now…”

He could tell her hand was moving even lower.

“Even if it would feel….oooooh! SO GOOD!”

God, if he could just see it.

“Umph! Please John!”

His gaze shifted. Almost involuntarily.

He looked down.

A hand swiftly moved to the back of his head and pushed it down into Megan’s cleavage.

“Sleep!” was the last thing John remembered hearing.

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Megan was laying across John’s lap, getting pets.

She purred and stretched, looking at him superiorly.

John found he didn’t mind. He should have known Megan would be more creative than even he anticipated.

Besides, he thought, getting Megan-cat to follow his finger, He couldn’t wait to turn her tricks back on her as soon as their next playdate.

Thank you for the beta @daja-the-hypnokitten!

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2021 #stories #my stories #Ella's world famous breast induction #twitchiness is next to godliness #the wonders of cat play

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you-are-worth-the-wait · 3 years

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Aww. You are too sweet. And as you can tell, I do get things that remind me of you, even though I have no idea when I’ll give it to you 🤷‍♂️ it’s just a little way of letting you know that you are on my mind when it comes to whatever I am able to experience because I want to share it with you.

Errr…yeah. I’m sorry. I don’t know what your situation is like and maybe I did get too close for comfort for you. I prolly should have asked to make sure it was okay first. I don’t know. I guess maybe it is weird for me to “touch up on a girl I’ve met for the first time” 😳 but you know that I don’t view you that way. You are more than that. I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t know what your situation is like but I do love you and I will want to show you that. And be it by physical touch, closeness, snuggles, kisses, whatevers…you’ll have to know that I will want to show you how much I appreciate you in any way I can so you will always feel loved. So yes, I was nervous as well, but then I got to smiling, laughing, joking with you, seeing you smile, and teasing me back, and I got a little less nervous. I still was nervous though because I didn’t know what topics were off limits and last thing I wanted to do was make you sad or uncomfortable with the one chance I had to be with you. Obviously I still managed to fail at that. But yeah…you know I’m going to show you how much I love you and I know what you like, appreciate, and how your body responds, so of course I’m going to do all I can to make you feel the love I feel for you.

Umm…like I said, I don’t necessarily go after people for hook up reasons or what not. I guess she gravitated towards me. She actually said a lot more than that. But long story short, she’s very much an introvert because of past/current relationships and her therapist said she needed to try to be more social. So she tried to start talking to me and that’s how we started talking. Anywayz, I became friends with her and we started hanging out. Apparently the husband doesn’t like the fact that now she is trying to be more outgoing whereas before he would go out and do whatevers knowing that she would just be subservient, stay home, and wait for him to come back. She’s been here for 2 years and she doesn’t have more than 5 friends here in Vegas cuz all she does is work and do whatever it is at home. She has coworkers who are more work associates than friends. So aside from all her friends from back home, I was like the first person she actually made an effort to be social with. Anyways, he didn’t like that, I think she likes me more than just a friend, and now I’m in the situation where he’s telling her it’s him or her friend/s (me). And for the first time, now she is developing a back bone and I’m where I am. Thus…another husband that hates me. I told you, I have absolutely no plans or strategy and yet I somehow end up in situations like these. I mean, you are worth it and she’s a kewl person. Would I change any brig though, not a damn thing. Well, just one when it comes to us, obviously. Just…waiting…

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bepp-ers · 4 years

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“Ok. So ive read fanfics and headcanons of yandere!Diavolo basically getting with MC to annoy or make Lucifer jealous. What if MC feels like Diavolo is doing this and try to say no whenever Dia tries to ask them out? Hes the the future king and rarely gets told no. I feel like he wouldnt accept MC's refusal.”

Yandere!Diavolo x MC. Thanks beautiful anon for requesting. And it ended up being gender neutral because it just did. Also ever so slight Barbatos x Reader too bc i errr simp-- Enjoy lovelies! <3

TW: Kidnapping, warnings of physical abuse, deceit, emotional manipulation, Diavolo being a bitch

“Are you afraid?”

You were seriously annoyed. Living in the Devildom, fun right?

Apparently not with the Prince around. Diavolo was nice, you supposed but very much arrogant.

So here you were, faced with yet another proposition.

“Look, Diavolo you’re nice but once again it’s got to be a no. Please understand that, I mean no disrespect.” You were a bit nervous, the way his eyes narrowed and his smug smile widened.

“Of course. But one day maybe you will give me a chance.” You forced a smile and turned to leave, wanting to return back to the house of lamentation.

“Oooh, MC you’re in a bad mood! What’s wrong?” As you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink, you heard Asmo quip at you.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m just tired...” You leant on the counter and sighed. “Come now, we both know it’s something more than that. You can tell me!”

“Fine, it’s Diavolo again.” “Eh? Again?” “Yep. He keeps asking me to be with him, and I’m almost certain it’s to make Lucifer jealous.”

Asmo tapped his chin in thought. “Hm, well that is a problem. I can’t help you, although you’re super lucky to have the future King after you. Maybe Lucifer can help?”

You blinked. “Hey that’s not a bad idea. Thanks Asmo!”

You hopped down from the counter and left, to hopefully find some help on the situation.

Knock knock!

“Enter.” You quietly stepped into Lucifer’s study, where he was doing goodness knows what.

“Ah, MC. Need something?” You sank into one of the chairs and sighed. “I need you to talk to Diavolo for me.”

The scratching of the pen stopped at once and Lucifer fixed you with a look. “Pardon?”

“I meant what I said. I have utmost respect for Diavolo, but at the moment he seems... He won’t take my ‘no’ for an answer in being his partner. And he won’t listen to me, so I was hoping you could talk to him?”

Lucifer paused for a moment, taking in the information.

“I see. So, you want me to discuss with Diavolo why you don’t wish to be his partner?” “Please.” “Very well. Next week’s student council meeting will--”

“I need you to do it as soon as you can.” Lucifer gave you a small smile. “MC, I appreciate the concern but I can assure you Diavolo means no harm. He is simply not used to being refused something.”

You stood up, and shook your head. “You don’t understand... Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.”

With that, you left.

After closing the door in annoyance, you groaned, heading back to your room. It was unfair! No one saw the urgency of the situation!

‘Who else can I talk to...? Lucifer will only talk to him next week, and I don’t think any of the brothers would want to talk to him...’

An idea popped into your head, and you grabbed your D.D.D.

Scrolling through your contacts you clicked on a fairly unused one.

Riiing... Riiing.... Click!

“MC. What a pleasant call.”

“Hey, Barbatos. Listen, I need to talk to you about something, but I’d prefer to do it in person.” “That is completely fine. Would you like to come over tomorrow?”

You sighed in some relief. “Yeah, yeah that’s brilliant. Thanks.” “It’s no problem. I’ll escort you, if you’d like.” “Mm, thanks Barbatos. See you tomorrow.”

You hung up and grinned. Why hadn’t you thought of that before? Barbatos could help for sure... right?

In the morning, at breakfast you informed the brothers of where you’d be going.

“So what are you doing today, MC? You could come with me to Devil’s Kitchen-” “Or you could come buy a matching outfit with me for Devilgram!” “Yeah, or they could stay in and play the new game with me? Only if they wanted, of course-!”

You chuckled at the brothers bickering. “Actually I’m going out today, so I can’t join any of you.”

“Oh? And where are you going?” “To spend some time with Barbatos actually.” “Huh?! Why are you hanging out with that butler?” “Mammon, jealousy isn’t a good look for you.”

“I just thought I would, because I don’t spend much time with him. He’s picking me up soon.” “Oh! Is MC going on a date?” “I very much doubt that, Asmo.”

You gave Asmo a side glare and stood up from the table. “I just want to talk to him, that’s all. I’ve gotta get ready, catch you later.”

“Alright, see you guys later! If I’m not back by this evening assume I’m dead. See you!” You stepped out of the building with Barbatos and he gave you that oh-so-polite smile of his.

“MC, you look nice. So what is you wished to discuss?” With one graceful flick of his hand, Barbatos had both of you transported to the Demon Lord’s castle.

It wasn’t the first place you’d wanted to go to, but if the time was spent with Barbatos on his own then it would be fine.

“Well, actually it’s about Diavolo- No, before you say I don’t want to talk to him about this. Believe me, I’ve tried.” You leant back into

Barbatos pursed his lips and glanced to the side. “I believe I know what this is about. Excuse my manners, I haven’t offered you anything. Some tea?”

“Oh, thanks.” He nodded courteously and stood up, leaving for a moment.

You glanced around, taking in the grand carvings in the gold ceilings, and how everything from the paintings to the threads of the cushion you were leaning on had some air of royalty to them.

“Here you are MC. I hope it is to your liking?” “Mm.” “Wonderful. Now, about your concerns. This is about My Lord’s... advances, isn’t it?”

You nodded, and sipped your cup of hot tea.

“No need to say anything, I completely understand. My Lord is a wonderful demon, he’s just new to this kind of thing. But I understand why you are uncomfortable, and I will talk to him about it, if you’d like?”

“You will?” “Of course, I’d be more than happy to oblige. MC, are you feeling well? You look a little pale.” He suddenly commented, and you noticed a strange feeling in your temple.

“Ah- now that you mention it, I feel kind of... tired... Wait- Barbatos what’s in this tea...?” You trailed off, your delicate cup clattering to the ground.

“I’m so sorry, MC. Out of all the futures I’ve seen, yours was one of the brightest until you came here... I truly am sorry.” Remorse welled in his teal eyes and you slipped forwards, sleep overtaking you.

Gloved hands caught you swiftly, but you didn’t know what happened after that. You could only imagine Barbatos carrying you to the grand room, removing your D.D.D from your possession and glacing wistfully back at you as he locked the door.

“Ahh, you’re finally awake! It’s so lovely to see your bright eyes again.” ‘That voice, it can’t be...’

Your worst fears had come true. Here you were, just woken up in the lap of the demon Prince himself. ‘Angels save me...’

“What... Diavolo..?” “Yours truly. How do you feel, darling? Terribly sorry about getting you here, Barbatos was rather reluctant about the whole plan but seeing the future is such a nifty trick, eh?”

You scrambled out of his loose grip and hunched up to the head board, golden like everything else in this fucking castle.

“You- he- He tricked me! Let me go, you can’t keep me here!” “I think you’ll find I can, being the future King and all. Come now, what’s with that expression?”

You glared at him, eyes fixated on sending a look of pure hatred. “You’re a monster. I told you I didn’t want you. You can’t just kidnap someone if they don’t requite your feelings!”

“Can’t I? You don’t seem to be correct, this time.” “You bastard!” You cried, and jumped off the bed, sprinting towards the door.

Of course it was locked, but that wouldn’t stop you from banging on it and screaming. “Barbatos, Barbatos please help me!”

“I’m afraid that won’t help you, MC. Barbatos is my servant after all, and a servant cannot disobey his master. As for you...”

You heard him stride across the room, and you turned to face him- only to wish you hadn’t.

“Are you afraid, MC?”

Diavolo’s usually wide smile had been replaced by a sinister grin, and he had changed into his demon form- a truly terrifying sight to behold.

“Not going to answer me? That’s okay, I don’t need you to.” You pressed yourself against the door, ready for some kind of agony, but it never came.

Instead, he picked you up and sat back on the bed, nestling you on his lap once more.

“I must say, it’s better when you don’t fight back.” You couldn’t move. You were genuinely paralysed.

All you could do was whatever he wanted, evidently.

“What... did you do to me...?!” “What an accusation, MC. I simply made the situation more enjoyable, wouldn’t you say?”

“The brothers will find me... The angels will find me too... You won’t get away with this..!” You hissed as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck, content.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. After all, they’ll be too sad to find that you left them, without even saying goodbye.”

“W-what?! I would never.... You cruel bastard!” Your eyes welled with tears, and he carefully wiped them away with his thumb.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You have me, right darling?” “I don’t want you!” “We’ll have to work on that, but that’s okay... but that’s okay, if it’s for you!”

“Don’t... don’t touch me.” He sighed, pulling you closer to his chest and ran his hand through your hair.

“I suppose if you keep denying me, there will be consequences, but I’m sure you’ll be a good little human and keep quiet, right?”

haha this was long. and i may or may not be working on yandere! simeon and solomon right now so uhhhh shhh. i’m not a huge fan of Diavolo but the dynamic is fun. see you soon lovelies <3

-Bepp

#obey me #yandere obey me #yandere diavolo #yandere diavolo x reader #obey me x reader #yandere #bepp-ers

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Flour everywhere

31 DAYS OF HAYMAS. Baking for Christmas Jadon Sancho Word Count: 372 “Why? why” you shouted as you watched the flour all fall to the floor. “What is go- what the actual fuck is going on in here?” Jadon looked as he eyed up the floor. “Erm, well J. It slipped” you mumbled as you could hear him let out a small laugh escaping from his lips. “Don’t you dare laugh” you groaned as you glanced straight up at him. “I didn’t do anything, my mouth never opened” you rolled your eyes. “I heard you laugh, don’t lie” you smirked. You climbed over the flour that you dropped on the floor, not wanting to get it onto your jogging bottoms or anything. “If you get that on my joggers, that is it. Done with you” Jadon grunted. “Errr? and what are you going to do with I do get flour on them” you laughed. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see” he cheekily winks. “Mm, okay Jadon. Right we going to help make and bake with me” you smiled as you cleaned everything up. You cleaned it all up and had a second attempt at making some Christmas cookies. “Second attempt” you laughed. “You better be good at this” he smirked as he come over to try and help you. “Here we go, so don’t be dropping this please. Because I am not cleaning it up” you rolled your eyes as you scoffed. “Wait, you didn’t tidy it up in the first place” you laughed. You made your cookie shape and added the chocolate pieces. “These look nice, but what are they?” he asked as he pointed out. “Chocolate and then I may add some sprinkles to it” you smiled. “When did we turn to a food tech lesson all of a sudden” Jadon smirked. “Shut it you, I bet you were shit in school. Like the class clown making everyone laugh with your shit jokes” you teased him as you put the cookies in the oven to bake. “How did ya know? That is me in one sentence” he smirked. “Aww and I wouldn’t have it any other way” you smiled. “Now let’s go rest and wait for them to bake” you took him back to the living room as you laid down. Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @footballxixstars @football-rambles @hollandsmount @penguintransporter @mountchilly @mrsmctominay @footballdaydream @football-and-fanfics @bellinghamsbitch

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Twisted Wonderland: Malleus Scary Outfit (SR) - Voice Lines + Personal Story

Voice Lines

Summoning Line: Halloween is a festival that can be enjoyed by those of all races and species, whether living or dead. You, too, should enjoy it to your heart’s content. Groovy: I blow a mere puff of flame and everyone trembles in fear. Watch. Set Home: This costume is not of a dragon. It is a Long. Home Idle 1: The other Diasomnia students seemed to like the costume. They all cheered in happiness. It was worth troubling myself over. Home Idle 2: Lilia is familiar with how Halloween is celebrated in many different countries. Long ago, rather than singing a lullaby, he would tuck me in with stories of such traditions. Home Idle 3: I saw two pumpkin knights on campus. The smaller one was floating, so I assume they were the Shroud brothers. Home Login: I’ve experienced Halloween many a time, but it seems this year is going to be more boisterous than usual. Home Idle Groovy: Trick or treat. How was that? If you don’t give me sweets, I’ll play a trick on you. Whatever will you do? Home Tap 1: The red Long, that hails from the Far East and serves as inspiration for our costumes, can play folk instruments. Hmmm…… they just get more and more interesting. Home Tap 2: I saw al-Asim practicing howling like a wolf. It lacked power, but was charming nonetheless. Fufu. Home Tap 3: Halloween in the Valley of Thorns is exceptionally magnificent. It’s a bit different than how other countries celebrate, but…… I do hope you’ll come to see it someday. It’s very beautiful. Home Tap 4: Even if you hear a strange noise, it would be jumping to conclusions to assume it was the work of a ghost. Fae love mischief year-round, after all. Home Tap 5: My tail? It isn’t part of the costume, it’s real. Even if it interests you, don’t get too close. If you bump into it carelessly, I’ll send you flying. Home Tap Groovy: I’ll bestow flame appropriate of a Long unto those that would try to harm your dormitory. I happen to be fond of that place.

Personal Story

That Certainly is……Interesting : Chapter 1

-Diasomnia Dorm - Lounge-

Lilia: ……So you were here, Malleus. I was looking for you. Malleus: Lilia, what is it? Lilia: Actually, I have something to ask of you. Will you choose Diasomnia’s costume for this year? Malleus: Me? Why? You’ve chosen it for the past two years, Lilia. Lilia: I’m especially busy this year with Organization Committee work. I can’t even turn up for club activities. Malleus: But I don’t know what to do. I think there are others more suitable than me…… Lilia: No, it must be you. Deciding on a costume means deciding on Diasomnia’s theme for this year. It’s an important decision that affects the dignity of our dorm……. Because of that, if not me, then our Dorm Leader must decide. Malleus: Is that truly your reason for turning over the costume selection to me, even though you’re the one who looks forward to Halloween the most every year? Lilia: Kufufu…… No, there’s another reason. It’s boring if I choose the costumes every year. But if you, the next king of the Valley of Thorns, chooses all our students will take a keen interest in it. Of course that includes me as well. So what do you say? Will you do it? Malleus: ......Okay. If you want me to, I’ll choose. Each dorm dresses in ghost costumes with various monster motifs. I’ll go to the library to search for any books that might be useful.

-Library-

Malleus: ……Now, just what kind of costume should it be? The chosen motif must embody Diasomnia. Something with a noble existence would be preferable...... If I suggest a dragon, Lilia will complain and say I should think harder about it. It should be a creature that even I, myself, have never seen. If so, we’d be able to set ourselves apart from the other dorms. If I research local legends, they may contain information on monsters even I don’t know about. However, searching for such books would be incredibly difficult. I’ve heard that you can use the computers in the library to search for the book you need...... …….No, those machines work in complicated and mysterious ways. I’ll be upfront and have a look around the bookshelves directly.

Some time passes……

Malleus: ......98...... 99...... And that makes 100 books. There can’t be 100 books related to local legends in this library….... Ortho: Wow~! That’s a huge amount of books! Malleus: You are…… the small Shroud. Ortho: Oh! Malleus Draconia! What are you doing with such a huge pile of books around you? Malleus: It falls to me to decide this year’s Halloween costume. I was gathering reference material, but before I realized it I was surrounded by this many books. Ortho: Hmmmm. Maybe I can help you look? I’m able to access a much larger database than just the books in the library. Also, if you use the Olympus search engine, you can perform a semantic search that takes into consideration the user’s purpose and intentions. How does that sound? Malleus: In brief………… what does all of that mean? Ortho: Basically, it will identify what you, Malleus Draconia, wants to find out. Malleus: Hmmm…… I understand. Ortho: Activating voice recognition functionality. Begin semantic search. Malleus: ............ Ortho: ......U- Um? Malleus: What is it? Ortho: Errr…… Even if it’s fragmentary, could you tell me what you want to search for? Malleus: Me? Ortho: Of course. Malleus: Then……What I’m searching for is information on monsters to use as motifs in Halloween costumes…… Ortho: Searching…… Malleus: Well? Ortho: Can you tell me again without being so concerned with your wording? Malleus: ……Understood. What I want is information on a noble creature that suits Diasomnia.………… Ortho: Search completed. I found something, Malleus Draconia. I’ll project it onto the wall right away! Malleus: Hou. That certainly is……interesting.

That Certainly is...... Interesting : Chapter 2

-Library-

Ortho: Is this the monster you were searching for, Malleus Draconia? Malleus: Hmmm…… So this is the king who presides over the demons of Bald Mountain. Ortho: He has a giant jet-black body and huge wings. And besides that, his pointed gaze…… is really cool! There shouldn’t be any costumes with this motif in the history of Night Raven College. Malleus: He certainly does have a noble existence…… But if the body is all black, it won’t stand out. Lilia will probably complain that it’s too plain. Ortho: Refining search…… Search completed. Take a look at this. It’s a headless knight, dashing through the valley at night. He’s swinging his sword while his horse sprints forth! His red cloak is also cool, isn’t it? Malleus: ......No, we can’t. Ortho: Huh! Why not? Malleus: The costume becomes too complicated when it comes to replicating its headlessness. Aside from that, it would be difficult to obtain horses for all our students. Ortho: I see…… Taking your previous comments into account, the next image is of…… this! Malleus: ……Hm? It’s quite small, but the red one…… is it a dragon? Ortho: Huh? You’ve already seen dragons before, so they should’ve been omitted from the search…… Oh! This isn’t a dragon. It’s a Long. Malleus: A Long…… It seems to be a creature that inhabits the Far East, which humans sanctify. Embodying both strength elegance...... it is a noble existence, similar to a dragon…… Any more than anything, it’s a creature I have never seen before…… Alright, it’s decided. Diasomnia’s costume will be a Long. I need detailed information about the Long in order to create a costume for my dorm. May I request that? Ortho: Yes! Leave it to me!

-Ramshackle Dorm-

Malleus: ……I’ve kept you waiting. This is the Halloween costume Diasomnia students will dress up in this year. Sebek: Y…… Young Master! What a dignified figure you cut! Silver: It suits you well. Malleus: What do you think, Lilia? I want to hear your opinion. Lilia: Even though it’s a sophisticated design, it’s also very colorful…… I like it! It seems like I was correct in having you decide on what our costumes should be, Malleus. There’s no way I would’ve thought of using a dragon from the Far East as a motif…… Malleus: It’s not a dragon. From the presence or lack thereof of wings or beards, shape of the horns, and abilities, despite their similarities, dragons and Long are very different creatures. Lilia: Wah ha ha! It’s certainly as you say. You did a lot of research in a short amount of time. You always were prone to throwing yourself wholeheartedly into things. Malleus: It’s thanks to the small Shroud. He did a good job. The method he used…… I didn’t understand it at all. Lilia: Well, the costumes are perfect. Let’s distribute them to the students immediately. Malleus: Let’s. This Halloween, we’ll provide more horror than usual.

The day of Halloween—

Malleus: Trick or treat......! Fufu…… We shall burn the majestic image of the Long into your memory……!

*The references were pretty obvious, I think, but just in case! The first thing Ortho suggests to Malleus is Chernabog from Disney’s Fantasia. The second is the Headless Horseman from Sleepy Hollow. Which leads me to believe...... especially from Malleus’s “small” comment, that the red-scaled Long in question is Mushu, from Mulan.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #malleus draconia #twst malleus #ortho shroud #diasomnia #long post #my translations

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch7: Old Habits Die Hard

Part 1

Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: The Losers head to Mexico for Pooch’s wedding but there’s something wrong with Stella…

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson

Warnings: Bad language and a whole heap of angst.

A/N: So this chapter is a LONG one- so it’s split into a number of parts, to be posted over the next week or so. A LOT going down, and we really hope you enjoy it as it’s our favourite one to date for these pair of dumbasses.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. We do not own any characters in this series bar Stella Stevenson and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

TLAYLI Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 6

April 2008

Clay, Roque, Cougar and Jake arrived in Mexico on a glorious Thursday morning, two days before Pooch's wedding and wasted no time in settling into their hotel and kicking back with a few drinks, soaking up the sun and taking the chance to relax. Cougar was in his element, being in his native country and an area which he knew particularly well. That evening he took them away from the resort of Cozumel to a little village fifteen miles or so inland where they visited a few back alley bars he knew, meeting up with a couple of his friends. The Losers then found themselves roped into several games of poker, all of them losing a fairly substantial amount of money until Clay, rather sensibly, called time on the gambling to avoid Future Mrs Pooch going thermonuclear at them for gambling away any future Mini Pooches’ inheritance money. They somehow made it back to the hotel and managed to deliver Pooch safely to his intended. The man could hardly stand by the time they got back thanks to the copious amount of Tequila he had consumed, something Clay, Roque and Jensen were quick to blame on Cougar when an irate Jolene opened the door to their suite, a furious look on her face.

As it stood, the hangovers they were all suffering on Friday morning were clearly their penance for leading Pooch astray. Jake had woken up with a mouth like he had been eating sand, and had stood in a cold shower for fifteen minutes solid trying to find it in him to function like a normal human being. He headed down for breakfast ten minutes before the hotel was due to stop serving and spotted Clay, Cougar and Roque sat at a table on the outside balcony, all sporting sunglasses and looking as bad as he felt. Jensen helped himself to as much as his plate could handle from the buffet and tucked in. He was beyond thankful that the food went someway to actually settling his churning stomach as opposed to making it worse. As he downed his fourth orange juice of the morning, he felt his mobile buzzing in his pocket and he pulled it out, his lips quirking into a smile as he read the message.

"It's Stel." He announced to the table. "She says ETA about forty minutes."

"How come she isn't here already?" Roque asked and Jensen rolled his eyes.

"Agent Shit-name was working, apparently. Meant they could only fly out early this morning." He swallowed the bite of toast he had rather viciously taken at the thought of Stel’s asshat boyfriend.

"Touchy subject." Clay looked at Roque. "Pooch is still low-key pissed she missed his Batchelor party."

Roque said nothing, simply raised his eyebrows as Jensen leaned back in his chair, massaging his now full stomach. "The guy is a dick." He spat venomously.

"Yes, but there's gonna be no trouble." Cougar turned to him, tipping his hat up slightly so he could see him.

"I'm a lover, not a fighter, Cougs." Jensen grinned and Cougar gave a snort, shaking his head.

They finished breakfast and after several more coffees were eventually ushered out of the restaurant by a very harassed looking waiter. As they wandered back through the hotel lobby, Clay stopped and waved, causing Jensen to turn and look, a smile spreading across his face as he saw Stella walking through the door pulling her suitcase. He frowned at the fact asshole wasn’t carrying it for her, but as Stella approached them he realised that Evan was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s agent Shit-Name?” He blurted out by way of greeting, and Stella responded with a filthy glare, otherwise ignoring him completely. She turned instead to greet Roque and Cougar before she gave Clay a huge hug.

“Good flight, Arty?” Roque asked and she smiled at him, popping a shoulder.

“As good as it gets. But they didn’t have tomato juice. Would you believe it?”

Clay gave a huge laugh. “Since when have you drunk that stuff?”

“It’s not that bad, plus if you drink alcohol on a plane you get severe dehydration.” She replied.

“You’re making that up.” Jake looked at her and she turned her attention to him, giving him an appraising look.

“I read it in Science.” She quipped back. Jake blinked, before he burst out laughing and she grinned and shook her head. “I’m just joking. I had several gin and tonics and glass of wine. I’m good.”

Roque looked at Clay. “What just happened?”

“They do this.” Clay answered. “Have you not noticed yet?”

Roque rolled his eyes and then Cougar asked the question that all of them had been dying to know the answer to. “Where’s Evan?”

Well, all bar Jake that is as he couldn’t have cared less.

Stella shifted a little, rubbing her neck, Jake instantly spotting her discomfort. “He errr, he couldn’t make it.”

“He bailed on you?” Roque frowned at the same time Clay blurted out.

“What do you mean he couldn’t make it?”

Stella licked her lips and at that point Jensen jumped in. He could see her flustered and despite his dislike of her boyfriend, he hated seeing her like that so he offered her a way out. “Work?”

She nodded, shooting him a thankful look. “Yeah, something came up.”

“Of course it came up.” Clay grumbled loudly. Whether he had meant for Stella to hear or not, hear she did. And what was more, it was apparent he didn’t believe Evan’s excuse any more than she did. Stella swallowed, she had always trusted Clay’s judgement and it was unnerving a little to realise exactly what he thought.

She took a deep breath. “I’m gonna go check in.” As she reached for her bag, a hand softly batted hers away as Jensen grabbed the handle.

“I got it.”

As soon as the two of them were out of earshot, Cougar turned to Clay as Roque shook his head

“Bastard.” Clay spat. “He’s not come and left her to pick up the flack and explain to Pooch.”

Cougs mumbled a swear word in Spanish as Clay’s eyes flicked to Stella and Jake before he pulled out his phone.

“’m gonna make some calls. Meet you at the pool bar in a while.”

*****

As they stood in the queue for the reception desk, a bunch of people all having descended to check in at once, Jake turned to Stella and took a deep breath. “Wanna tell me what’s really going on?”

“Nothing is going on, Jake.” Stella’s tone was level but firm, an indication she didn’t want to discuss the topic.

But Jensen never had been one to take heed of warnings. “I don’t believe you.”

“Well, you should.” She turned to face him, raising her brow a little. “Tell me, any Mexican chick fallen at your feet yet?”

He sighed, throwing his head back and giving a low groan. “C’mon, Stel, I thought we were past this?”

“Past what?” Her tone was innocent but Jake could tell she didn’t dare look him in the eye. Instead, she concentrated on searching for something in her purse.

“Holding out on one another.” He answered, looking at her. “You’re still my best friend.”

“Well, forgive me if I sometimes forget.” She rolled her eyes as she produced her credit card.

“Okay okay, you don’t wanna tell me then fine.” Jensen rubbed at his eye before pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Whatever.”

Stella looked at him before she gave a little sigh, and hung her head slightly. “Ev’s busy, okay? Something last minute came up and he...”

“Let me guess.” Jake rolled his eyes. “He asked you not to come without him and when you told him to fuck off you had an argument.”

“No, actually.” Stella fixed him with a glare, narrowing her eyes “He told me to come. It’s nothing like that at all.”

“Stel...”

“Jake, just drop it okay!” Her voice grew louder. “You couldn’t be further away from the truth if you tried.”

Jensen raised his hands in surrender, knowing it was time to drop the subject. “All right, all right. I really don’t wanna know.”

Before she could shoot back a response, she was called forward to the desk. Jake moved off to the side with her bag, watching her as she spoke to the guy behind the counter.

His hands dropped to his slim hips as he studied her, wracking his brains. Despite her protestations there was obviously something more going on, he knew her too well. The only thing he could think of was that for some reason they’d had an argument, a big enough one for Agent Shit-Name to leave her to come on her own. And, considering Jake knew he had told Stella to stay away from him, it must have been pretty serious for him to say he wasn’t coming.

As Jake watched Stella signing her name on the paper the guy behind the desk slid over to her, he saw her give a little smile before she tucked her hair behind her ear. He took a deep breath, shaking himself out of his thoughts and decided that he was going to make her forget about Asshole for a couple of days and enjoy herself. Being the Stel he’d always known and adored.

She nodded and said something to the receptionist before she turned towards Jake, heading over to him and he smiled. “All sorted?”

“Yeah I’m on the 4th floor

“Hey, cool! Same as me and Cougs.”

“Are you guys sharing?” She asked and he shook his head, giving a snort.

“Hell no. The Cougar is on the prowl, apparently. He’s a couple of rooms down.”

“Well I’m in 415.”

“422, Sweetheart.”

“Good to know in case I’m attacked by a spider in the middle of the night.” She grinned and Jake chuckled.

“Well, if you want I’ll do a sweep before you go in.” He looked at her seriously. “I am a highly trained killing machine after all.”

“So am I.”

“Yeah but I ain’t afraid of spiders... well, okay, not the little ones that is.”

Stella laughed. “Course not. But, that aside, I could use your help with my suitcase.”

“You don’t need to ask.” He said gently, picking it up. “I was already gonna bring it.”

She smiled and they made their way to the elevator which by some twist of luck was already on their floor. The door opens and they stepped inside, Stella turning to select their floor.

“Alright, I gotta ask.” Jake spoke and Stella turned to him as he gestured to the large case now by his feet. “You’re here for what, three nights? You bring your whole wardrobe, Stelly?”

She scoffed “I need all three nights’ outfits and daytime clothes as well. Toiletries, make up, underwear...bikinis.” At the last word she shot him a wink and Jake’s head dropped forward, his hands on his hips.

“Stop it.” He groaned playfully and she laughed.

“You don’t wanna hit the pool then, Jakey?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“Why would it be?”

“Well this feels like the part where I’m supposed to make some rude comment only I’m not sure if you’ll laugh or slap me.”

“You’d never know if you don’t say it.”

Jake looked at her, he was utterly confused now and hadn’t got a clue what was going on. He licked his lips, swallowed before he sighed and rubbed his beard. Thankfully, he was saved from responding at all as the elevator stopped, the doors sliding open as they’d reached their floor.

****

Once the slightly awkward but friendly first time introductions to the rest of the guests that the boys had met the day before, Stell felt herself really beginning to relax. She had been on edge since arriving if truth be told, not least because her friends had hit the nail on the head, there was something going on with Evan. But, she didn't want to think about it. Not now. Instead, she settled herself on a sun-lounger, peeling off her little sun-dress to reveal a yellow bikini and Jake flopped onto the one besides her, whipping off his white wife-beater. They talked and laughed and joked. It felt good, just kicking back, not a care in the world. Soft, holiday themed music was playing, the atmosphere was happy, and Stella had a constant supply of cocktails thanks to the team persistently plying her with them.

She must have fallen asleep at one point, as when she turned Jake wasn't there, but it didn't take her long to find him, his distinctive laugh ringing out over the pool area. Stella led back in the sun, glasses covering her face, no one able to see her eyes as she watched him sat on the edge of the pool, one of the bridesmaids next to him, their legs dangling in the water. His broad shoulders and back muscles twitched as he talked with his hands, as usual, emphasising whatever it was he was saying, one large arm reaching up to brush through his short hair. The girl laughed and tipped her head back and Jake grinned before he said something else and stood up. Stella shifted a little as he headed towards her.

"Stel, you want another drink?"

She pulled her glasses down, and peered over them as she smiled up at him. "No, I'm fine JJ thanks."

"Cool, just, you know, ask me if you need anything."

"I’ll be fine Jake." She insisted. "Just enjoy yourself or... whatever."

He gave her a little smile before he turned and walked away. Stella watched him go, and it didn't escape her just how many heads turned in his direction. She took a deep breath then suddenly a shadow blocked her sun. She looked up to see Cougar stood beside her, hands on his hips, bright blue swim shorts and a plain grey tank covering his toned upper body.

"Enjoying the views, Arty?"

She rolled her eyes, then smirked at him as she spotted his ever present headwear. "Even round the pool you’re wearing the hat?" She sat up slightly, nodding towards it.

"Well it keeps the top of my head cool and shelters my eyes from the sun." He shrugged. "And helps maintain my youthful complexion."

"You gonna be wearing it for the wedding?" She grinned as he perched on the lounger next to her, before he led back over the top of Jake's towel, swinging his legs up to recline a little.

"Of course I am." He looked at her like she'd asked a dumbass question. "I’m making a fashion statement, Honey!"

At that she laughed. "Well, I look forward to seeing that!"

"I'll save you a front row seat!"

As the two of them continued to chat, over at a table a little further round the pool, Roque and Clay were sat deep in conversation. Pooch made his way over, flopping down heavily into a seat, shades covering his eyes.

“All right, so someone wanna tell me what happened to Shit-Name?” There was no disguising the bitterness in his tone. He was still pissed over the whole stag-do incident as Stella hadn’t gone, and the blame for that lay firmly at Evan’s feet. “Not that I care, in fact I’m glad not having to see him around but-“ he nodded to Stella “-well I don’t like her being upset.”

Clay took a deep breath and blew it out harshly. “So, I made some calls. Pulled some strings and…”

“What?” Roque took a pull from his beer and turned towards the Colonel. Clay simply shook his head and Roque rolled his eyes. “Spit it out, Clay.”

“The guy is not on duty this whole week.” Clay looked at him, and then to Pooch who pulled a face.

“The whole week? I thought she was flying in today because he had some work to finish before taking a couple of days off?”

“So did I.” Clay shrugged.

“So what? He’s been lying to stop her coming for more than absolutely necessary?” Roque frowned. “That is fucked up, Clay.”

“I don’t get it though.” Pooch shook his head, a puzzled expression on his face. “Why is he not here? If he’s so hell bent on keeping her away from us, well, specifically Jensen, why the fuck has he let her come on her own?”

“I don’t know.” Clay looked over at Stella before turning back. “But I don’t like it.”

“Don’t like what?”

The three of them turned to see Jensen stood by their table, pushing his shades up his nose a little.

“Your swimming trunks.” Roque was quick to quip. “Pink? Really?”

Jensen grinned “Gracie got me these! Special present for being her coolest Uncle.”

“Yeah, you see she’s six, Jensen.” Clay grinned, taking a drink of his beer. “Her taste is debatable.”

At that Pooch snorted. “And besides, man, you’re her only Uncle! Not like she has anyone else to compare you to.”

“Oh yeah?” Jensen shot Pooch a look. “Fine, watch this.” He cleared his throat and looked over the pool area towards Stella. “Yo, Stel!” She glanced at him from where she was sat with Cougar and gestured with her head for him to continue speaking. “What you think of my shorts?” He gave a grin, twirling on the spot with his hands out to his side.

Stella arched a brow as she pulled down her glasses and looked over the top of them at him. “I’ve seen you in worse.” She called before she turned back to Cougar, a slight smile on her face.

Jake grinned and looked back at the men round the table, pointing in her direction. “See, that’s a compliment.”

“Yeah, by worse she means naked.” Pooch snorted. Roque and Clay both burst out laughing and the three of them clinked their beer bottles together.

“You can all laugh but let’s face it, none of you could pull off this colour.” Jake sniffed.

“Who says you’re pulling it off, Jensen?” Clay arched his eyebrow.

“Well, he’s gonna need to as no one else is gonna pull em off for him.” Roque sniggered.

“Well, actually, Jolene’s cousins have already asked if he was free.” Pooch raised an eyebrow.

“They blind?” Roque shot back as Jensen grinned, ignoring him.

“Really? Which ones?”

“You were sitting with one of them earlier.” Pooch informed him.

“Oh, the red headed chick?” Jensen glanced around, and his eyes once more fell on Stella who was now sat up, turned towards Cougar as they talked about something. He took a deep breath. “Yeah, she’s not really my type. In a bit fellas.” With that he slapped Pooch on the head and wandered over to join Cougar and Stella.

“We cannot tell him about Evan.” Roque stated as Jensen sat down on the sun lounger next to Stella, leaning back a little on his hands.

“Nope." Clay agreed.

“Absolutely not.” Pooch affirmed with a serious nod.

*****

Stella was in her room’s bathroom, leaning over the counter to check her mascara hadn’t left any unwelcome blotch around her eyelashes when there was a loud knock on the door followed by the two softer ones that, ever since they met all those years ago, announced Jake Jensen’s presence. She gave a last glance at her appearance on the mirror, adjusting the thin straps of her pale pink dress to her shoulders, before she went to open the door for him.

“Damn, Stel. You look amazing.”

It was all Jake could express when he recovered from the shock of seeing Stella all dolled up for the first time since what seemed like forever. Maybe the last time being when Jane and Rob got married and they were still together and waiting for their military training to be over. She looked stunning in that outfit and he couldn’t fail but to observe it was Stelly all over. Her pale pink dress was covered in delicate lace flowers and flowed down her curves, the deep v neckline doing nothing but highlighting her gorgeous breasts which Jake so damned well knew and had cherished once upon a time.

Fuck, his mouth was dry…

“Thanks JJ.” Stella chimed, making Jake blink and shake his head. “I need a quick minute…”

As she turned to go finish getting ready he followed her in, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, you’re not gonna say anything about my slacks and this fancy waistcoat I’m wearing.” He asked opening his arms for her to take in his appearance which she did when she turned, looking him up and down. She took in his dark blue plaid tweed waistcoat, matching trousers, along with his pale blue and white striped dress shirt and matching tie and she grinned.

“No jacket?”

“Fuck that shit, Stel its too hot out!” He snorted. “I’m gonna boil to death enough tomorrow in my suit.”

Stella laughed, looking him up and down again before she took a deep breath. “You could almost pass as a grown up, Jake.”

He pouted though he was slightly amused at the comment as it clearly meant her brain had also taken her to the last time they both had worn such elegant outfits, as they had been basically babies then.

“Rude, Stel. You used to like this look on me when we were.... ummm.... did you change your perfume?” Jake suddenly asked in an attempt to change topic after almost sliding dangerously down memory lane.

“No it’s the same it’s been for years.” Stella rolled her eyes at him and turned to rummage in her make up bag.

“Yes. Right….” Jensen replied somewhat awkwardly but relieved she was busy with something else. “So Cougs is coming down with us, he’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” She said as she finished putting her lip-gloss on before grabbing her sandals and sitting on her bed. “So like, is there a huge group of us tonight then?”

Jake stood there, his brain having a hard registering Stella’s question, his hands on his trouser pockets as he bounced on the balls of his feet and blushed furiously because, from where he was stood, as Stella was bent over doing her sandals up, he could see right down her dress and the line of her breasts. But when he finally did realise she’d spoken, he swallowed hard and tried to play it as cool as possible.

“I guess pretty much everyone invited who’s here already, it is a rehearsal dinner after all. Hey, did you know Clay’s chick is landing tomorrow morning?”

“Tomorrow morning? Stella frowned. “Cutting it a bit fine, isn’t it?” She asked standing up and readjusting her dress.

“Well, better late than never.” Jake muttered, more to himself than anything but Stella had clearly heard it as she was glaring at him.

“Don’t start.”

“Sorry, my bad.” Jensen raised the palms of his hands in surrender. But before he could continue apologizing there was another knock on the door. “That will be Cougs.” Jake took a hasty retreat as he went to open the door to Cougar who raised an eyebrow on seeing his friend’s flustered expression.

“Don’t look at me like that, Cougar.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with you, Jensen?” Cougar whispered but then his eyes landed on Stella who was coming towards them and looked at Jensen again as he mouthed. “Wow.”

On an impulse Jake dug him in the ribs with his elbow which made Cougar shove him hard on the shoulder in turn just before Stella stopped by their side and looked at them. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

“Playing tag.” Jensen blurted out.

Stella narrowed her eyes at him just as Cougar looked at him wondering what the fuck Jensen was dragging him into. Jensen gave him a look and Cougar rolled his eyes.

“I told him he’s buying the first round tonight and the jerk said he wouldn’t.” He turned to Stella, trying not to sound too eager or false.

Stella shrugged. “What else is new?”

“Hey, I’m not paying ‘cause it’s a free bar. All the rounds are on Pooch and future Mrs Pooch.” Jensen nodded lightly at Coug, rolling with it.

Stella grinned as they step out of the room and she shut the door. “Well boys, ” she linked her arms into theirs as they were at either side of her, “in that case let’s see how drunk we can go get for free.”

Jakey and Cougar both cheered loudly at the idea and she laughed heartily.

“And you’re walking into the party escorted by two of the most eligible bachelors in this resort, Sweetheart.” Jensen added cheekily.

“Yeah?” She asked as she called the lift and Jensen saw her eyes shine with mischief before speaking again. “You taking me to meet them? Are they downstairs?”

Cougar snorted but Jake wasn’t gonna let it die there. That was the playful Stella he so adored, his Stelly. They could go on at this type of banter for hours if they were in the mood.

“Face facts, I am desirable as Pooch told me before. Bridesmaids already asking for my number. How many asked for your number, Cougs?”

Cougar just smirked and tip the brim of his hat. “They only need my room number, you loser.”

At that Stella let out a huge laugh and the elevator arrived so she stepped in followed by Cougar, Jake behind them.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll give you that one.” Jensen admitted as the elevator doors closed and they headed down.

***

When they got to the big room where the rehearsal party was taking place, the bride and groom were already there greeting all their guests and Stella was immediately introduced to everyone in Jolene’s extended family who hadn’t been at the pool earlier that day. The drinks and conversations were flowing when the wedding planner, a woman with a thick Mexican accent, announced dinner was being served in a few minutes and politely asked them all to find their seats.

The Losers were set to share a table with Pooch’s brother and his girlfriend and a couple of Jolene’s bridesmaids who happened to be her cousins too. The food was delicious and by the time dessert had been served, Stel could swear her dress had shrunk in size but she was damned if she was going to say no to those sinful Tamales. The chocolate on her taste buds, together with all the tequila and cocktails they had consumed during the meal had her in good spirits. She could honestly say she was having a great time and was enjoying herself, only one thing casting a shadow over her jolly mood.

Jolene’s cousin Shanice, secretly renamed by Stella as Corpse Bridesmaid, who was sitting at Jake’s other side, insisted on flirting shamelessly with him, to the point it was embarrassing. So, when her piercing laughter at some of Jake’s shitty quips got everyone at their table startled, Stella shared a glance with Cougar who was sat at her other side and excused herself. Instead of going to the ladies restroom, she went outside, deciding some fresh air would do her good. She wandered out onto the beach a little and sat down breathing in deeply, taking in the peacefulness of the sea in front of her.

Her head was swimming but not just from alcohol. She wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but it was jealousy. She was jealous of Jake and Corpse Bridesmaid when she wasn’t supposed to be. Right? She wasn’t supposed to be and she didn’t like the feeling either.

And then there was Evan. She knew he was lying about having to work. He’d just used that as an excuse not to come to cover up the real core of the issue. Although he still insisted he was stuck at the office she knew he didn’t have to be there, and that evening, when they had talked on the phone, he had been cold and curt, their conversation mainly made of void questions and monosyllabic answers. Stella breathed in shakily at the memory of that conversation and pulled her phone out for the umpteenth time that night. No messages, no missed calls. Nothing. She sighed and chucked it back on her purse hastily.

“A watched phone never rings, Arty”

She hadn’t heard him approach, absorbed as she was in her own thoughts, but she made no effort to turn around as Cougar was already sitting on the sand next to her.

“Any luck with the blonde bridesmaid, Cougs?” She asked with a soft smile. “Maybe she’s the type that calls.”

“I told you before, I don’t need her to call, just knock.” He joked before turning his head to look at her, studying her features. “What’s going on Arty?”

“Nothing Cougs, just getting a little lightheaded in there.” Stella explained as she nodded her head towards the muffled voices of the party inside.

Cougar nodded. “And I’m assuming it’s not only because of the drinks.”

Stella didn’t reply, she simply looked away not trusting herself to say anything without her voice breaking.

“You know I won’t tell anyone, right? Especially not Jensen.”

Stella sighed and lowered her head as her hands fiddled with the flowers of her dress. “I don’t believe Ev is working. I think he was making excuses not to come.” She finally spoke, before lifting her eyes to meet Cougar’s.

“And why would he be making excuses not to come with you?” Cougar frowned. “I thought he always wanted to spend time with you. That’s why you haven’t been hanging out with us so much anymore, huh?”

Stella raised her eyebrows. “He does. We kinda had an argument about it, well, not really an argument just a discussion about him crowding me and stuff, how he acts about Jake and you guys... and he admitted he was a little full on but said it was because he loved me.”

“Oh, so he threw the big L word there. That’s good, right?” Cougar asked, looking at her confused and a bit concerned as she had looked somehow embarrassed to admit Evan had said he loved her.

Stella looked at him. “Not really Cougs, because when he said it I was paralyzed and then realized I couldn’t say it back.”

“Oh.” He grimaced. “That’s not so good.” He paused for a moment before he continued. “You don’t love him?”

Stella shrugged, feeling calmer now, almost relieved she had finally got it off her chest and shared it with someone. “I thought I was sorta getting there you know, told myself it would happen in time but we’re almost six months in now. And each week I can’t see beyond the next, there’s no long term view there for me, Cougs and…”

“That’s a hard no disguised as a not yet, Arty.” He observed when he noticed Stella was trailing off. And she didn’t reply but looked at the sand instead as there wasn’t really a suitable response to that, least of all because he was right, she knew that much.

“Come here.” Cougar sighed, waving his hand for her to get closer before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and placing a kiss on the top of her head. “What you gonna do about it?”

“Finish it I suppose. That’s the right thing to do isn’t it?” She answered as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess it’s certainly the most sensible thing to do, anyway.”

“Well I’m a very sensible person.” Stella chuckled causing Cougar to snort.

“You spent years dating Jensen, I beg to differ.”

“Not my most sensible time.” She quipped.

Cougar laughed, shaking his head in agreement, and when he looked down to watch her he saw she was looking at the sand again, only this time she was smiling as she was clearly remembering something about the time he spent with Jake.

“He still loves you, you know? Jensen I mean.”

Stella’s eyes darted up at him and she scoffed. “You’re insane, Coug? You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Oh I know exactly what I’m saying. And more so you know it’s true.” Cougar stated as he tipped the brim of his hat and winked at her.

****

“Fuck, no, no more!” Jensen waved his hand as Roque grinned widely and held his hands up cheering loudly as Jensen grimaced. Both men had spent the last thirty five minutes doing shots while being cheered, as could not be otherwise, by Corpse Bridesmaid.

“All right, all right, you win Roque. I’m out.” Jensen admitted defeat as he turned around, scanning the dance floor. He frowned when he realized he couldn’t spot Stella, granted he was a bit drunk but he really couldn’t see her anywhere in the room. So he stood up from his seat and blinked twice as everything was a little hazy.

“Hey Clay, you seen Stel?” He asked when he finally steadied himself, brushing his hand through his hair before he pushed his glasses back up his nose. They’d gotten a little too close to falling off whilst he’d been doing those damned shots.

“Nope, it’s been a while since I last saw her.” Clay replied, glancing up at him from where he was sat on his spot at their table talking to Pooch’s brother.

“She went outside a while back. Didn’t say goodbye so I assumed she was coming back but…” Jolene, who had come searching for her cousin, offered but then someone Jensen couldn’t quite place tapped her shoulder so she turned round to talk to them and they left together a few seconds later, leaving him a little puzzled, without answers.

“Okay, I’ll go find her myself. You guys are useless.” He sniffed as he loosened his tie and turned to leave.

Clay rolled his eyes and looked at Roque who shook his head and snorted. “Whatever Jensen, just keep an eye on that tie. Too loose and you’ll lose it.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Jensen.” Clay warned him, earning a frown from Pooch’s brother and causing Jensen to stop in his tracks.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” He asked, turning to look at Clay.

“It means you’ve drunk a lot with Roque and she’s got a boyfriend who is clearly making her upset.”

“I’m fine I…” Jensen began to protest but he immediately paused as Clay’s words registered. “Hang on, what do you mean Shit-Name is making her upset?” He frowned as Clay groaned, realizing he had said too much “Do you know something?”

“Well he’s not here, isn’t he? That should be enough.” Clay tried to brush it off.

Jensen looked at him for a moment before he turned and left the room, contemplating what Clay had just said. Despite the colonel’s attempt to brush it off as an innocent comment, he had once more raised the point that Shit-Name wasn’t here, and none of them really knew why. There was also the fact that Stella had been uncharacteristically flirty with Jake that day, more than their usual good natured quips…was it possible they had split up? But, if they had, surely she would have told him right? But then again, maybe she wouldn’t have told him, not wanting to cloud Pooch’s big weekend with her issues?

The thought was enough to make Jake grin, but the grin disappeared as fast as it had come and he couldn’t help but groan at this train of thought. Nothing would make him happier than that dick to be gone for good but he also didn’t want Stella to be upset and heartbroken. That was part of the reason that, despite his vow on New Years’ Eve to Clay in his parent’s dining room about fighting for her, he’d really tried to behave. He’d watched as her and Evan had gone from, what appeared to be, strength to strength, and, if he had to be honest, he was just grateful they were on good terms and wouldn’t want to jinx his recently fixed friendship with his Stelly for all the gold in the world. Plus, he just wanted her to be happy, she deserved that at least. And, until now, he thought that Agent Shit-Name was making her so…

All those noisy thoughts were clouding his alcohol intoxicated head when he finally made it outside after a quick stop at the restroom. As soon as Jensen’s feet landed on the soft beach sand, he spotted Stella in the distance but she wasn’t alone as Cougar was sitting next to her on the sand with his arm round her.

“What the fuck, Cougs?” He whispered to himself, his jaw twitching a little. “Seriously, you’re going there?”

Both figures wheeled round and looked at him as he drew closer, his constant groans about tripping over on the sand alerting them to his presence. And when they did turn, Jake could see Stella had been crying.

“Stel, what’s going on?” He asked her softly.

Stella hastily wiped her tears and sniffed before speaking. “Nothing, I’m fine. It’s just….” She trailed off as she looked at Cougar with pleading eyes.

“I was telling her stories of my childhood here in Mexico.” Cougar looked at Jake.

“Yeah…” Stella nodded eagerly. “… and it just got me thinking a bit of dad and stuff.”

Jensen glared at Cougar as he squatted beside them both, not for a minute believing the bullshit he had come up with, but then Cougar shot him a look and shook his head gently. Jensen’s frown deepened a little, before he looked at Stella who was now watching the ocean again. He knew she was lying, she had been lying about Evan and about them being fine since she had landed in Mexico that morning, but he also knew now, from Cougs, it wasn’t what his tequila mushed brain had thought some minutes earlier.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed all that to the back of his mind and fixed a smile on his face.

“Well, Stelly, I think the only thing to do here is come dance your sorrows away.” He tried to lighten the mood up a bit as he knew his Stelly had always loved dancing.

She looked at him like he was a moron before she burst out laughing and he shot her a cheeky grin.

“Yasss, come on, Sweetheart.” He pressed as he stood up, helping her up in the process and once they both were standing on their feet Jensen turned around and bent a little. “Jump up! We’re going dancing.”

“You’re not carrying me, moron!” She shook her head as he turned to look at her. “And it’s just one. I had an early morning and I need some rest.” She bent slightly, brushing the sand off her dress, giving Jensen another front row view of her cleavage line and without even looking at him, he nudged Cougar to stop him staring, sending the man sprawling over onto the sand, a string of Mexican expletives escaping his mouth.

“That’s my Stelly.” Jake grinned and she took his hand as she put her sandals back on before Jensen dipped and slung her over his shoulder.

“JJ put me down you ass!” Stella squealed.

“No can do Stel, don’t trust you not to run.” He said amidst laughter.

“Don’t mind me…” Cougar quipped as he remained sprawled on the sand.

“We won’t.” Jensen shot back as he strode up the beach to the bar with Stella over his shoulder, laughing as she slapped his back.

“Jake my boobs are gonna fall out of my dress!” She shouted, slapping his back harder once they were almost reaching the sliding doors that led to the room where the party after the dinner was now in full swing.

“I see no issue with that.”

“God, you’re a dick!” Stella scoffed and Jensen chuckled, eventually putting her down on the bar and looking at her chest. “Hey, my face is up here.”

“I was just… erm…” Jensen gave a goofy smile as he made a grabbing hand gesture in front of her boobs “…checking the twins are still in place and you’re good.”

Stella rolled her eyes at him as she rearranged her dress. “Pervert.”

All in all, and as Jensen had expected, Stella stayed for a little more than one song as she was letting herself go and forget everything. The pair of them just enjoyed themselves, and it was almost as if no time at all had passed, and they were still at some sort of crummy, homecoming or end of year dance at their school’s over decorated sports hall.

Just as they were winding down a rather energetic dance to some form of Nineties dance song, the name of which, Jensen had no idea, Pooch cut the music and stepped up to thank everyone for coming, before he started talking rather drunken and lovingly about Jolene. As Roque and Clay began to heckle, telling him to save the mushy ‘I love yous’ for tomorrow, Stella zoned out a little, thinking about what Cougar had said earlier at the beach. If she was honest, whilst she’d been able to push it away for large chunks of time as she’d been dancing, it had been in the back of her mind all night. Because Cougar had hit the nail on the head, she didn’t love Evan, she didn’t think she ever would, and she couldn’t keep fooling herself. She needed to finish it.

Almost as if he had read her mind, she felt Jake gently take her hand and give it a squeeze and that was it. It all became too much to handle again, and she turned to him giving him a shy smile.

“I’m gonna go Jake, I really am tired.”

Just as she had anticipated, he tried to get her to stay but she refused, declining his offer to walk her back up to her room. She kissed his cheek softly, gave him a smile, and headed off to say goodnight to everyone.

***** Jensen watched her go before dropping his head in defeat. He took a deep sigh, hands on his hips, before Cougar appeared at his side, thrusting a beer he hadn’t even asked for into his hand.

“Thanks.” Jensen whispered, taking a large swig as he studied Cougar. “So what really happened at the beach?”

Cougar hesitated, looking for the best way to give his friend a comforting answer without betraying Stella’s confidence, and it was proving a really difficult task. “She… umm, she told me Evan had said he loved her.” He answered a second or two later, hesitantly.

“What?” Jensen asked, swallowing hard. His beer suddenly felt a bit sandy.

“She didn’t say much more but I’ll let you draw your own conclusions how the whole thing went from how she’s been and the fact he isn’t here.” Cougar shrugged.

Jensen glared at him before taking another sip of his drink. He couldn’t think clearly, it wasn’t time for mind riddles and someone had definitely added that fucking sticky beach sand to his beer, plus, now he was pissed and his mind started spiralling.

Fucking Shit-Name dropping the fucking L word!

But then again, how could he not love her? It was impossible once you knew Stella, and he should know, he had tried it.

And what the fuck? Why hadn’t she told him when he had asked, instead of avoiding the topic all day long and then telling Cougar instead?

And yeah, Cougar could fuck off as well. With a final glare at him, he thrust his beer bottle back into Cougar’s hand and left without as much as a goodbye word.

What might seem common, rational sense to everyone else was never that common or sensible in Jake Jensen’s fucked up mind, least of all when it came down to Stella Stevenson. So, as he headed back to his room and passed hers on his way he stopped and turned back, making her way to her door. He stepped forward, ready to knock, but he dropped his knuckle when it was still mid-air and with a shake of his head and a heavy sigh he carried on.

And now he was also pissed at himself. Great.

******

Chapter 7 Part 2

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen #jake jensen x original female character #jake jensen x ofc #the losers #the losers fan fiction #chris evans #chris evans characters

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friendzone fight-off

pairing: doyoung x reader / friends to lovers au

warnings: mature themes (but no action), swearing, 'cause you’re hot and you’re cold you’re yes then you’re no—

3.2k of my word vomit,, enjoy!

“Sleeping with your best friend isn’t so bad.”

You suddenly can’t breathe and watch as Joy attempt to soothe your back for you, snickering at your blubbering mess. Where was Irene when you needed her?

Oh yeah.

She’s too busy hooking up with the hot part-timer Kang Seulgi.

“You don’t understand Sooyoung,” you resorted to using her real name instead of the nicknames you made in middle school.

“He’s my male best friend.”

Joy snorts as she sips on her uselessly pretty pink drink. “Yeah, and so?” She pushes her drink aside to lean in closer to you. “Be honest.” She whisper talks. “How is he in bed?”

You throw your head onto your crossed arms and try to block off any of Joy’s attempts in trying to get into the juicy details.

If you were sober enough,

there was no way that you would ever get into his bed… that way.

Sleepovers are normal for the both of you… but nothing ever went past platonic cuddling and so on. There was always a strict line in between your friendship that you wouldn’t dare cross.

You know how easy it is to fuck up a relationship, and no way in hell were you going to waste such a good friendship, built on years of experience.

“Don’t torment her too much Sooyoung,” Irene comes with the tray of cakes, catching the both of your attention.

Joy grabs her favourite flavour as soon as the eldest female set the tray down and dug a fork into it. “Then tell her she needs to stop acting as if the world just ended.” She inhales the sugary piece. “Did you get the part-timer’s number yet?”

To this, Irene’s expression darkens but she sits down anyway and sips on her drink. “No. But we’re making progress.”

Joy’s definitely the brunt of the three because she’s off laughing her ass about how it’s been a month since and the so-called ‘goddess Bae Joohyun’ is failing terribly at courtship.

“Good things take time,” you quoted, most probably somewhere off tumblr.

“Yeah,” Irene exhales, playing around with her straw. “And like I said, we’re making progress.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the midget step like?”

You elbowed Joy purposefully at this, giving her a dirty look to stop teasing Irene before the elder dropkicks the younger into the third dimension.

“She gave me,” Irene’s long locks whip back to grab an object from her bag, pressing it dangerously close to Joy’s face, “this.”

Both you and Joy gave each other understanding glances, smiling at how simple it is to stroke the goddess’ ego once you’ve tamed her enough.

“A cookie,” Joy smiles rather sickly sweet.

“Nice.”

———

You ended up parting from the duo to go home early, leaving them to do a bit of bar-hopping. It’ll most probably go on until early morning and you dread the hangover once you’re done— so you take a bit of responsibility for yourself and head home, just slightly tipsy.

The glass of wine you had after leaving the cafe, (where the love of Irene’s life awaits), along with the bar food paired perfectly with the night.

Your little problem ended up back in the cupboard (as it has not been discussed since joy was sober enough— which was when you brought it up at the cafe) and you sigh as you watch people walk by, attempting to sort out your mind before you reach back home.

What the hell were you going to do about the dreaded awkwardness that’s going to surface in between the two of you?

Everything felt like a blur around you and as you enter the apartment complex and head up the elevator, your distressed exhales don’t stop.

Even as you enter the pin to the apartment and undid your shoes, staring blankly at the carpet, the sighs won’t stop.

And even as you take a seat on the sofa and lay down horizontally,

it didn’t stop.

Your mind is packed full of your best friend. The guy whom you’ve known since like— forever. Sometimes it feels as if he was more than a friend, but not quite a lover in your eyes.

What were you going to do about Kim Dong—

“(y/n)?” There’s a shuffle from the bedroom, and you halt in your tracks, knowing this voice anywhere.

So you sit up so quick that a headache strikes. Massaging your temples, you watch as the man in question, Kim Dongyoung, aka Doyoung, carefully approaches you from the door frame, dressed in a simple muscle tee and plain, black boxers.

Your face is probably already red due to the alcohol— but you didn’t need him to know that he just escalated the symptoms.

And honestly,

you didn’t need a reminder of two yesterdays ago.

Doyoung takes a seat next to you— but with a respectful space you don’t usually see because he enjoys squishing you to a corner usually and casually putting his arm around you.

“Uhm, hi,” you offered, but your eyes are averted and somehow the amount of photos Doyoung has on his walls are fascinating to count.

Your best friend doesn’t quite talk for a few minutes, watching from the sidelines as he sees your eyes shake. He rubs at his nape, knowing that it’ll take time to coax you into engaging in a proper conversation with him. He knows what was wrong and honestly, he thought you’d need more time to come into terms with it than just a plain two days.

But anything goes for him— albeit that you’re not really sober— judging from how red in the face you are.

“Were you… drinking?” He starts, hoping that you’ll at least turn to look at him when answering this.

And to his pleasure, you did.

Peeking over your shoulders, you gave him a timid nod. “Irene was having a hard time dating the part-timer I told you about a few weeks ago and Joy just wants a reason to not stay sober.” It was a habit for you to spill everything to him. It didn’t even pass your mind that you’re still overly cautious of what to say— but the report rolled out of your tongue like butter and you did it faster than your brain could register the comment.

Doyoung shows you a rather grateful-looking smile, finally relaxing the muscles he’s been tensing since he heard you come through his door.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Why are you here?”

The male beside you stares at you with a raised brow— but then realised your semi-drunken state— and to this, he grins further. “I live here you trespasser,” he knocks your forehead lightly with his knuckles, watching as your eyes widen in realisation, a gasp to accompany your surprise.

“Oh, uhm, errr— I’m going!” You shot up, surprising Doyoung in return.

Just as you were about to gather your beige tote bag, encasing your fingers along the the long straps, a hand reaches up to grab onto you, holding you back.

“It’s late,” Doyoung glances from the carpet and into the depth of your eyes. It feels rather peculiar looking at him from this perspective… it wasn’t quite platonic and you weren’t sure how to face him in the coming morning— at least when the alcohol wears off.

“I’ll take the couch, so go wash up and sleep here.” He says, though there’s a soft stutter in between each breaths. It wasn’t the almighty confident Kim Dongyoung you knew— and if things didn’t happen a few days ago— you were so sure you’d take this opportunity to tease him for a bit. His eyes cast themselves away once again, adjusting his voice a bit. “I won’t go into the room, I promise.”

This was so weird.

Why are relationship always so complicated?

You sit back down, letting your bag fall onto the floor. “Doyoung,” you pause a bit, attempting to rearrange your thoughts. His grip on your wrist loosens until it dissapears and he bends slightly forward, elbows on top of his thighs. “We’ll… talk when I’m not intoxicated— but how long have we been friends for? I know you won’t do anything to me without consent… so let’s just do this normally.”

He’s very surprised at your revelation— eyes almost bulging out of it’s socket. “(y/n) aren’t you unco—”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “I’m so sick of avoiding you okay.”

“I was sick of being avoided like a plague too you know,” he sounded more like the sassy best friend you know. Doyoung’s up before you when he takes your bag and extends a friendly hand. “And I missed you a lot too.”

It’s only been a mere two days and the both of you felt discouraged being separated. It wasn’t easy going from being two peas in a pod to a single person.

Everything felt so lonely— especially as the both of you were currently single.

It’s only been a month since you were single— but that’s for another story to tell.

Doyoung leads you to his bedroom, which you know by heart, considering how you found yourself in his apartment without realising anything…

It says a lot about how much time you spend in the comfort of his home.

You take the cue to head to his bathroom to take a quick shower and wash off the sunscreen you had on, grabbing a fresh towel in the cupboards as per usual.

Before you could strip down your clothes, you hear a soft knock on the bathroom door, and you know that your best friend’s back with pyjamas.

“I got you the stripy long ones you left last time,” a hand reached out through the cracks as you opened the door for him, cackling as he turns his whole shoulders and face the other way, thinking that you might be somewhat exposed.

When he heard you laughing, Doyoung’s brows knitted together in question. “Are you going to drown in the sink? Just how drunk are you?” He figured that you were laughing out of alcohol— but you’re partly sober now and the sight of Doyoung being so courteous wasn’t rare— but it’s been a while since you saw it.

(Like two days = a while.)

“I’m fine,” you retorted, grabbing the necessities he provided and closing the door to change and to brush your teeth before bed.

You came out feeling much more refreshed and was greeted by the sight of Doyoung finishing with changing his covers.

“What’s the occasion…?” You look over his shoulder, stunning him.

“Don’t creep on me like that,” he clutched onto his heart, eyes wide.

There’s a beat of silence before he continued, “I just felt like it.” But oh boy, you knew something else was there.

You try to analyse each and every one of his moves previously and matched it to his personality— which you know inside out and under.

“Let me guess,” the corner of your lips started to hike under your assumptions, “you haven’t gone out of bed much for like two days?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes at this, (a signature of his), and you just smile.

Bingo.

“I went to work,” he finished up with dusting the covers one last time. “Obviously.”

“That’s so cute,” you giggle into your hands, and Doyoung’s ears redden at this— although you didn’t quite notice in your semi-drunk state.

“Hurry up and sleep. Your boss might be nice but Taeyong’s going to scold me for letting you drink during a weekday.”

You climb into the covers after him, relishing the way that your legs glided in smoothly. There was nothing like a new change of bed covers after all. It felt like heaven.

Like a habit, you throw one arm and leg over Doyoung’s stiffened form, the thought of that night slipping past your mind. Gone like the wind.

Doyoung, who had his back towards you, gradually turn over under half your weight, raising a stern brow at you. “Are you forgetting something?”

Your eyes are closed at this point, mind slowly drifting into sleep. “What is it?”

“Your conscience,” Doyoung flicks a soft blow at your forehead. He takes a good look at your features, watching as you giggle snort in your sleep. What a weirdo. An adorable weirdo he has for a best friend.

He tucks the loose strands off your face and behind your ear, heart melting at the way you snuggled into his touch.

To him,

you were making it very hard to stay as a friend.

———

In your opinion, mornings and hangovers don’t mix very well. Add drowsiness to the terrible headache and last night’s choice— it’s practically a stew for trouble.

From the moment you opened your eyes, a familiar yet an alarming environment greeted you. In shock, you scrambled up and was immediately hit by the devil of an ache. Your temples throb as you reached over at the bedside table and grabbed the cure and the glass of water next to it.

There’s distinct sounds coming from outside and you sigh as you grabbed onto your face.

Hey, at least you weren’t naked this time around.

Dreading it, you got out of bed and tracked a slow trudge towards the kitchen, where the backside of your best friend greets you.

On the other hand, Doyoung exhales a large amount of air as he tries to put up the most casual demeanour he could muster at that point in time, noticing you creeping up from the bedroom.

“Morning (y/n),” he calls in a jolly manner, but the strain on his lips told you otherwise.

“Oh, uh, hi Kim Dongyoung.”

Smooth.

Doyoung’s eyes judges you real hard, despite the smile that’s faltering to stay on. Even so, he gestures you to sit and hands you over a freshly cooked batch of your favourite blueberry pancakes. It has the right amount of honey and butter on top and of course Doyoung would never get it wrong.

He sits opposite you and coughs into his palm to get your strayed attention.

“Should we talk this out like adults since we have,” he stops to check his watch, “exactly fifteen minutes before you need to get ready and I have to head out.”

You nod solemnly, poking around the pancakes you loved so much. If this was any other day, you would be scarfing down the whole plate like a dog— since Doyoung rarely makes them— claiming that they’re ‘unhealthy’.

You guess that the plate was a consolation prize of some sort, glancing at Doyoung’s equally nerved features.

“I’m sorry I avoided you,” you opened up first, knowing that it was wrong of you to do it in the first place.

It’s just— something like this would have never crossed your mind and you feared the aftermath of the whole event.

“You’re forgiven,” he nods, licking his bottom lip cautiously. “I’m sorry for being irresponsible that night.”

So it was like that? Forgive and forget kind of scenario?

Your lips twist into bitter distaste as you poked around the blueberries on plate. On one hand, a part of you felt so relieved to be ending this forty-eight hour dilemma— but on the other hand, you’re quite disappointed that he’s writing it off like this. It was a hard feeling to digest.

Doyoung raises a brow at your quiet demeanour. On any normal day, there was no way silence would weave in between the two of you— but recently, its been all there is.

“(y/n) we’ve only got three minutes left of this conversation before you’re going to avoid me again for another few days.” Doyoung grits out, having enough of this damned silence.

You’re pouting when you glance up at him, as if you were a child being scolded by their mother.

“What? Seriously, what do you want from me? I’m trying to tie this all up and go back to being the great friends we are.” He hissed, fingers gripping onto the handle of his mug.

“What if I don’t want to be friends?!” You yelled, standing up from your seat.

“Oh yeah?” Doyoung mimics your action, squaring his shoulders. “So you’re saying you want to be more?” He scoffs. “Sure, that’s totally reasonable after ghosting me for so long!”

“Shut up. Two days isn’t a long time! It’s a perfect length to rethink about possibly poor life decisions!”

“You!” He points an angry index finger at you. “Are you trying to sell me off as a bad decision! Is that what all of this is? Fuck, you’re so—“

“Don’t swear at me. You’re being a very bad adult Dongyoung.” You mocked, sidestepping out of your seat and standing a feet away from him.

Arguing like its raining cats and dogs with Doyoung was nothing new. You shouldn’t feel so exhilarated by the feeling but— you can’t help but feel the pressure of all this sexual tension in between the two of you. Now you wonder… has it always been there, pushed to a corner— or did you miraculously develop an obsession for him after a one night stand?

The stare-off between the two of you lasted for a good minute, leaving you with sixty seconds left to this doomsday countdown.

Doyoung’s blatantly burning a hole on your lips, licking his own unconsciously. “So if I kiss you, what happens?”

“We stop being friends of course.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you fix up the crease on the collar of his work shirt.

“Then,” he’s only mere seconds away from closing the distance between the two of you. “What would we be?”

Fluttering your lashes up at him, you could only smirk at the raise of his brows, unsure if he’s even breathing at this stage.

“I don’t kno—“ Doyoung crashes his lips against yours, the sense of urgency bringing flashback to the fateful night. He wraps his arms around you, as if anxious that you would push him off again.

Closing your eyes, you savoured the aftertaste of coffee lingers in his mouth, whimpering as you slowly run out of air. Doyoung senses this, parting, wiping at the sides of his mouth using the back of his hands.

“Promise me you won’t run away again?” He brings up his pinkie, gesturing you to return the sentiment.

Rolling your eyes, you grudgingly seal the deal. “No shit sherlock, why else would I kiss you back? You’re not a charity case.”

He clicks his tongue at that, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. “Don’t swear (y/n), you’re being a terrible adult.”

“Haha, you’re so funny Dongyoung.” You mocked his tone.

“Oh yeah, you know what else is funny?” Doyoung closes the gap once more, a hand reaching out for behind you.

You think he’s about to initiate another intimate moment, eyes blinking up at him and lips puckering.

He chuckles at your actions, lips pressed against your ear.

“That you’re late for work,” he yanks his bag from behind you, sending you a salute before heading out the door.

You’re left as a frozen statue, attempting to process his words.

In a split second, realisation and dread paints your face. You quickly rush to Doyoung’s bedroom, knowing you had a spare change of work clothes in there.

Despite the saint Taeyong is, he’s unable to tolerate hangovers and tardiness at the same time— it has to be one or another— according to his rocket science.

You curse Doyoung with all your heart for distracting you again.

In your mind, a parrot with his voice mocks you.

You’re being a terrible adult (y/n). Don’t swear (y/n).

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vinciwolf · 4 years

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The Smallest of Soldiers

Pairing: baby!Fives x medic!Reader

Warnings: one nehked bebeh

Note: This inspiration came to me from the_art_of_avotato’s baby clone drawings on Instagram! Go check them out, I promise that you will explode from cuteness overload!

Your legs can’t run fast enough down the nursery hallways. All you can think about is how the kriffin’ hell did he get out??? While you were standing right there??? You are the best caretaker for the infant clones on Kamino, yet this little womp rat escapes you! Now his naked butt is crawling around somewhere in the Kamino facility. You are so fired!!! Your eyes frantically scan every passage for the naked clone infant, too distracted to see a clone trooper rounding the corner. Both of your bodies collide and you fall down with a small ‘oof.’ The clone groans from the impact.

“Goin’ somewhere?” he laughs while adjusting his crooked helmet.

“Have you seen baby clone—!” you blurt out.

“Uh, yeah, which one?” he chuckles, pointing to the nursery window where dozens of infant clones wiggle in their cribs.

“No—errr—uh—he’s small and round and he’s escaped!”

“I’m afraid I haven’t seen anything of the like,” the clone shrugs his shoulders.

You whine loudly and keep running. While turning another corner, you hear the faintest of giggles. Your feet screech to a halt on the smooth floors. A few Kaminoan and medical droids turn towards you panting presence. You pass by the staff and hurry around another corner. You halt suddenly again when you hear more giggles echoing off the walls. Looking around to locate the origin of the sound, your ears pick up the noise from all directions and it’s hard to pin-point the baby clone. How can his little legs be so fast??? He’s too small and where the hell can he be going??? Not to mention he’s alone and still buck kriffin’ naked!

A Kaminoan walks out of the turbolift and doesn’t notice the mischievous little clone crawling down the white hallway. His chubby legs and hands patter against the smooth floor as he sneaks into the lift. Sitting up, the clone baby coos and looks around. The smooth sensation of the lift falling downwards makes the fat infant giggle. When the turbolift halts, the sudden motion makes his pudgy body rolls around and fill the lift with laughter. The doors opens and the little, laughing clone crawls into the barracks, much to the clone cadets’ surprise. The larger clones jump out of the way for the tiny trooper. He patters his way to who-knows-where while weaving past his older brothers. The clones look at each other in amazement, then one by one begin to laugh collectively at their adorable brother.

You sigh in defeat and sit down. Having looked everywhere is seems, you still couldn’t fine the rebellious infant. A groan leaves your throat when you decide the chase isn’t worth it anymore. The clone infants wiggle and flap their chubby arms, cooing at you when you return to the nursery. You’ll take care of them today and face being fired tomorrow. You walk up to one of your favorite cribs and smile down at the sleeping clone. It is easy to identify him from the blonde fluff on his head, unique compared to his brothers’ usual jet-black hair. He yawns and wriggles his arms out of his blanket. You poke his tubby belly and kiss his head gently. The little clone clasps your large finger and gives it a tight squeeze.

“That’s a mighty strong grip you got there. You’re gonna be a leader one day,” you whisper then pull your finger free from his hold.

You make your rounds and check over every crib. Everyone is sleeping and healthy, except for him. Suddenly, your comlink blinks.

“Hello?” you hear snickering in the background. “Who is this?”

“Are you—uh—missin’ a baby?” you hear more laughter from the cadets in the background…. then a loud, joyous squeal!

You drop everything and start running to the clone cadets’ barracks. When you arrive, the clones are huddled around one of the benches. You push through the crowd then sigh in relief.

“Oh, thank the Maker,” you breathe.

On one of the clone cadet’s knee sat a pudgy clone, safely being held by his much older brother. He is clothed in a large shirt that covers his lower half like a diaper, fat legs poking out of the sleeve holes. You tiredly laugh at the sight.

“You lookin’ for this lil’trooper?” the clone cadet smiles. “He’s been quit the celebrity since marchin’ butt naked through the barracks.” Laughter erupts amongst the clones.

“Don’t you worry, we took good care of our lil’brother, didn’t we boys?” All the clones nod and murmur in agreement. You giggle when the baby yawns and leans his head against the clone cadet’s arm.

“Looks like someone needs a nap,” you walk over to the cadet. He stands up and gently hands his brother to you. You cradle the baby in your arms, allowing his tiny head to rest against you shoulder. His face smooshes from the embrace and he falls asleep with ease. As you walk to the turbolift, all the clones whisper and wave goodbyes to their brother.

“What’s his CT number?”

“CT-5555,” you softly reply.

“We should nickname him Fives!” quiet excitement and nods spreads through the cadets.

“That’s…That’s not a bad idea.” You smile at them all from the turbolift.

After clothing the baby clone, you lay him down in his crib and wrap him in a blanket. He shoves his tiny thumb into his mouth and rolls over on his side. A smile creeps onto his chubby cheeks, probably plotting his next escape. Grinning down at him, you take his chart and scribble above his CT number.

“Sleep well…Fives.”

#mywriting #myart #arc trooper fives #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #the clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

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leaderoffestivals · 3 years

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Antique Legend: Dreams on a Garbage Heap 11

Shu: Kagehira—! Haven’t I told you countless times before that you’re not supposed to be conversing incessantly while you’re on the stage!?

Mika: E~eh? Oshi-san, weren’t you happily chattin’ away with Mikejima-senpai just now too~?

Season: Autumn Author: Akira Characters: Kohaku, Mika, Madara, Shu

Kohaku: [~ ... ... ♪ ]

[ ♪ ~ ... ... ♪ ]

(Whispering) ... ... What’s going on? What’re the two of them fussing about behind us?

Mika: (Whispering) Ahaha! You’ll just have to get used to it sooner or later, Kohaku-kun. It’s a common sight to see Yumenosaki idols chattin’ with each other while up on stage. ♪

Kohaku: Geez! And that's why I say that there's something just wrong with the air y’all breathe down in Yumenosaki. The more I hear about y’all, the less sense it makes to me. What is it with y’all?

Mika: Eh? ‘Y’all’? D’you mean ‘you guys’?

Kohaku: That’s right. The way I speak might be a bit confusing for some, sorry about that.

Mika: Fufu. That’s fine. You’re way easier t’understand than most people for me.

Everyone uses Tokyo-ben when speakin’... or is it called ‘standard dialect’ instead? They don’t call their way of speakin’ Tokyo-ben here... (1)

Kohaku: ES Building ain’t even in Tokyo, fer that matter. Well... ... What the heck is ‘standard’ supposed to even mean anyway? Sticking their noses up in the air like that, it’s like they forgot the entire Kanto area used to be nothin’ but farmland a long time ago, don’t ya think?

Ideas fer what’s ‘standard’, ‘normal’, and ‘the average’ have always been changing with the times.

Mika: That goes fer what we call ‘the right answers’ and ‘the real thing’ too. All the stuff on display in this Antique Market used to be as common as the rocks in the street once—

—and today, they’ve turned into items of value that everyone’s chasin’ after with bloodshot eyes—

And that’s why—Errrr... Naaa~?

Kohaku: Well, it’s probably better if you get your words organised in yer head before you speak, Kagehira-han.

Mika: Naaa~? I’ve been meaning to tell ya this fer a while, but it’s fine to just call me by ‘Mika’, y’know? I’ve been callin’ you ‘Kohaku-kun’ this whole time too. ♪

Kohaku: Eeeey. Stop switching topics in such a nonsensical manner, won’t ya?

Mika: Errr... ... I might’ve been sounding pretty puffed-up earlier, but the truth is, we of Valkyrie don’t have the habit of chattin’ much on stage.

So, I’m not used to doing it—I just don’t have the ability to be multitaskin’—so chatting as I’m performing is way beyond me.

Kohaku: If that’s so, then stop chatting. This might be a throwaway match where the winners an’ losers have already been decided, but it would be a hecking big disservice to the guests here if we’re slacking so obviously on stage.

Mika: Naaa~, what ya said sounded reeeal idol-like just now~ ♪

Kohaku: This is just second-hand knowledge I’m selling ya from Love-han. Unfortunately, none of those trusty friends in my unit ever got around to teaching me anything important like how to be ‘idol-like’—

—So I often get uneasy, wondering if I’m gonna be okay like this, or if I’m gonna be able to be a proper idol at all.

Mika: I totally get ya. I’m the same way too, always worrying ♪

However, I'm considered your senpai after a fashion too—so although you might be thinking me all arrogant for saying so—I can give this advice to ya, Kohaku-kun~.

Whenever you’re feeling uneasy, it’s not yourself or your friends behind ya that you should be looking at, but at the guests in front of ya.

Have faith that your friends are just simply that great, and that they’re all gonna reliably do everything that they’re supposed to—

—So all you have to do, is just focus and look straight ahead. You’ll be able to find all yer ‘right answers’ in the eyes and reactions of the audience.

You’ll be able to feel what the audience feels, and know what yer supposed to do next from there.

Then, it’ll be as if there’re invisible threads all entwined about ya, manipulating your body to do what ya need to do comfortably.

You’ll be able to dance yer very best, like that. That’s my secret of performing well on stage, which I’ve never told anyone else before~!

Kohaku: ... ...

Mika: Naaa~ but you gotta keep what I just said a secret from Oshi-san, okay? I might have made myself sound like a ‘string-puppet’ just now, but I’m not one, really. I’m already a flesh and blood human after all— (2)

Kohaku: I know, I know. You don’t have to go around explaining stuff like that.

It’s easier to think about it like that, that’s what yer saying. I’ve often compared what I need to do as an idol to what I’ve needed to do in my family’s business, so I do get ya.

Actually, if ya think about it, it’s a pretty big deal to be able to do what an idol does.

No matter what the concept or character, they can accept it completely and without reservation. And on stage, they can turn into any demon or villain they please, and that’s just all part and parcel of being an idol.

However, the only ones who get to decide if what we’re doing has value is the audience sittin’ down there watchin’ us. And that’s what makes it hard—it’s not one of those simple-to-solve problems where violence is the easy answer.

In fact, exterminating villains is child’s play, compared to this.

Mika: Ahaha! Maybe that’s why everyone gets so caught up in this, precisely cos’ it’s so hard—

—Because no one has found out what the ‘right answers’ are, yet.

Shu: Kagehira—! Haven’t I told you countless times before that you’re not supposed to be conversing incessantly while you’re on the stage!?

Mika: E~eh? Oshi-san, weren’t you happily chattin’ away with Mikejima-senpai just now too~?

Madara: Hahaha! It looks like you’ve become pretty good friends with Mika-san, haven’t you, Kohaku-san?

Kohaku: Hmm~… … I don’t know why he’s taken it into his head to be so buddy-buddy with me, but we’ve been spending the day in each other’s company as we poked around the Antique Market together.

And that happened because Madara-han dragged me here without lettin’ me have any say in the matter, only to set me loose with a single line—“Do whatever you want till show time!”—before disappearin’ yourself to God-knows-where!

Madara: Hahaha! I’m sorry if that bothered you, but it would’ve been even more annoying for you to have to spend the day with me, wouldn’t it?

Kohaku: Ah? Nobody said anything like that, did they?

So why don’t you just cut that out, huh?

So what if you’ve got an indecently huge build? Do you seriously think that everyone around ya is a teeny ant that’ll simply die the moment you step on them? Come on, there should be a limit to how much yer looking down on others, right?

I won’t be crushed to bits by the likes of ya so easily. I know how to take care of this one an’ only life of mine—been taught and learned how to—in as least as many ways as you have!

An’ that’s why we’re able to work together, ain’t it? You better not be underestimating me just cos I’m tiny in size—assassinatin’ a target doesn’t require brute strength; it requires skill, nerve an’ determination, ya got that?

Madara: Why is every single thing you say sooo disturbing... ... But, alright; I’m sorry. I received quite the angry sermon from Shu-san just now, and apparently, being overly concerned about the people around me is a problem I need to fix somehow~

Kohaku: That’s puttin’ it way too politely for ya. Some people might feel that you’re looking down on or takin’ them for a fool, so ya gotta be mindful of that.

Madara: Hahaha! Through the faults of others, do wise men correct their own! (3) That goes for you too, Kohaku-san; You're always unnecessarily condescending towards others. That’s something you need to correct in yourself, just like me, you knowww?

Kohaku: What’s that ya say? I’m a youngster to be sure, but I’m still a way better person than you are!

Mika: Naaa~ Stop fightin’ with each other~... ... Tonight’s performance is centred around the theme of ‘The Silent Waltz of Antiques at Midnight’—

—If the two of ya keep making a scene like this, yer gonna ruin the entire mood, you know?

Kohaku: Aa~ah. Sorry about thaaat. My partner’s voice here is just way too loud.

Madara: Oh wow! Are you putting all the blame on me!?

Kohaku: That’s the way it’s always been, hasn’t it? Ya got a problem with that now? Huuuuh?

(To be continued)

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Translator’s Notes: (Long one, let’s nerd out together)

Two-thirds of this chapter is a practice in translating Kansai-ben lol. In Japan, there are dialects* spoken in the different cities (Kyoto-ben, Osaka-ben etc) and regions (Kansai-ben, Hakata-ben, Hokuriku-ben etc). From the Enstars wiki, Kohaku speaks in Kyoto-ben (city dialect), Mika speaks in Kansai-ben (regional dialect). Since Kyoto is one of the many cities in the Kansai region, Mika’s and Kohaku’s dialects share similarities, even as they’re not completely the same. Since the Emperor of Japan moved from Kyoto to Tokyo of the Kanto region in 1868, Tokyo has been considered the capital of Japan for 150+ years, its dialect is king and called the ‘standard dialect’. Kansai-ben used to be the accent used for the bad guys but recently, is used for impatient, obnoxious, fun-loving people who might be a tad unrefined (even if they’re not from Kansai, lol) In other countries, it would be like Cockney (for UK) or Texan/Southern (for US). From an otaku point of view* (or why we should care), more than 50% of Japanese in anime/media is standard/Tokyo dialect. If you’re still interested to read more about dialects in anime, this fan page* is a fun read.

Shu used to be a micro-managing control freak who was obsessed with perfection and dolls (he still is, but seriously, he’s so much better now) and Mika who reveres Shu, used to want nothing more than to be Shu’s literal perfect string-puppet/doll in Valkyrie. Shu has since realised that his way of treating people around him is wrong, and recognises that Mika’s obsession and dependence on him is unhealthy, so he has been taking steps to fix that/be nicer/more caring. Mika has also since been working on having his own goals and idol identity. ( ! Era Shooting Star Fes / Magical Halloween)

Madara says 人の振り見て我が振り直せ (hito no furi mite waga furi naose) or ‘One man’s fault is another man’s lesson.’ It means that one can correct their own conduct by observing and reflecting on the bad behaviour of others.

#Ensemble Stars #enstars translation #Madara Mikejima #Kohaku Oukawa #Kagehira Mika #Shu Itsuki #Double Face #Valkyrie #MaM #Crazy:B #Antique Legend #Mikejima Madara

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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The Neighbors Son

You meet your new neighbors son.

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, Mature-ish, angst

A/n: so this is the start of my Clark Kent Imagine series that will sort of run alongside my Bruce Wayne ones, I re-wrote this about eight times so hope you like the final result as for the health insurance I'm British so have no idea how it works I just went along the lines of how car insurance works here.

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81

The Neighbors Son

Martha chuckled as you sat at her kitchen table grumbling over the papers in front of you.

"You do you lot have to do things so weird?! What the hell is this shit ?And what the fuck does that word even mean. Its not a word that's the fucking alphabet in the wrong order! THEY MADE UP NEW WORDS Martha can you take me out back and shoot me please? At this point I think that's my only option" You grunted resting your head on the table. Martha sighed rolling her eyes at your dramatic display you felt her slip the paper from underneath your head.

"Just whats gotten you so work up now girl..... Health insurance? Well its about damn time! You've been here four months .....I can see why this can seem difficult." She scanned the documents and slapped the side of your head making you sit up.

"Come on up, right this one is the best value but doesn't cover dental or opticians, so you have to pay for them, but it covers illness and emergancey care, if you choose the next one up you’ll get that and it also covers for maternity care." She pointed out the different options, you knew that you’d been lucky in England to have the nhs but until now you didn't know just how lucky.

"Can I upgrade? Like at a later date if I wanna have a one?" The older woman scanned the documents.

"Yes but you wont be able to claim anything for prenatal or maternity for at least six months after adding it to the policy." You nodded you didn't really see yourself accidentally falling pregnant for that you'd need to have sex and you've been on a dry spell since being here. You nodded taking the paper from her."So I will just do that then" you said wanting it over and done with she sighed at you crossing her arms giving you 'the look' that every woman got when she became a mother."How many have you looked at?" You shrunk under her stern gaze and rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

"Errr so far? In total? One" she sighed shaking her head at you, before pouring you both another coffee setting it in front of you,she hadn't realized how lonley she had been once the farm house across the field had been empty not until you had moved in, all the way from England you had bought the house with your inheritance selling most of the fields to others in the area just keeping a small two acres around the house for yourself. She had met you the day you moved in coming over to introduce herself see if you needed help, you both instantly hit it off and it wasn't long before she was looking out for you. It was hard for you to adjust to life here, loosing your dad was bad but she then found out that your mother had caused major problems practically chasing you out of the country, the woman had been unhappy with the will and wanted her 'half' tho it wasn't millions it was enough for you to live comfortably in the end you'd had to move as she kept coming around to the house causing problems and harassing you for money, you'd had to get away far away so settled in Kansas. It was different but a welcome change, slower and laid back sure sometimes you missed not being in the Hustle and bustle but you had everything you need, a comfy house ,decent car and an income from your books, you was an author writing adult books, tales of gorgeous cowboys, dominant business men and mafia king pin's all falling in love with the women of their dreams with erotic twists and scenes that would make a porn star blush. Martha had been a huge help since you got here ,she had taken you under her wing watching over you and you'd become fast friends, always finding yourselves at each others houses helping each other out. You groaned as she shook her head at you knowing the look. There was a lecture coming.

"That’s just silly, you should look around compare prices and policies, it could save you a lot of money in the long run, especially you i mean your a trouble magnet how you haven't already ended up in ER I don't know?" You smiled sweetly at her

"Because a have a kind and loving neighbor to patch me up" you said casting a look to the scar on your arm where she had sewed you up after a nasty fall on some farming equipment in the barn. She huffed at you rolling her eyes kids. And you was a kid only twenty seven years old younger then her Clark, sometimes she asked you why you don't go into town and meet some people your age you'd always cringe and shiver saying that they were to immature or just banged on about marriage and kids, which neither interested you in the slightest you were quite happy with things the way they were. Martha looked up as the dog perked up outside whining and yipping happily before she heard him

"Ma? You here?" She smiled as he entered the house wrapping her up in his arms she hugged him back.

"Clark? What are you doing here?" She pulled back a little seeing him upset she cupped his face.

"Oh god whats wrong? Is everything okay? Whats happened?"

"Its Lois...we had an argument I had to leave her Ma, its over she couldn't see past the super-" Martha quickly shushed him as You stood awkwardly thinking it better to leave not wanting to intrude. The man snapped his head in your direction releasing his mum and you were floored he was stunning, sure she had showed you photos of her son but they didn't do any justice. Tall broad and strong his biceps were fucking huge his chest tapered into a perfect v, dark hair hanging in messy curls atop his head some falling forward just skimming his eyes that were a glistening bright blue you felt your pussy clench violently. Fuck. You was so lost that you failed to notice him staring right back at you it was Martha clearing her throat that snapped you both out of what ever trance you'd both been put you under.

"Cheers for the coffee but I should get back and leave two to catch up, anyway this next chapter isn't gonna write itself..... at this point I don't think I’m gonna write it either." You said with a chuckle Martha turned to you putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh no you don't, your going park you butt right there and stay here to search other quotes" you gaped at her looking to her son he held up his hands staying out of it.

"Don't you go looking to him,he wont help you" you huffed crossing your arms

"Did you just give me homework? It sounds like you gave me home work." She nodded

"Damn right, health insurance is a big deal and you don't just pick the first one that pop's up on the internet" you pouted at her trying to change her mind she just stared you down tilting her head then you threw your hands up.

"Oh for fuck sake, fine I will look Jesus Christ" she nodded smiling not missing the way you and Clark was stealing glances at one another, well you stole glances Clark was out right staring. She slapped him upside the head.

"Don’t be rude son introduce yourself" he stuttered shyly flushing at being scolded before holding out a hand towards you quickly.

"Er Clark Kent nice to meet you Mrs?" You took his hand not surprised by how warm it was I mean this guy was hot, it only made sense right?.

"Miss Y/n Y/L/N but just call me Y/n everyone does....apart from your mum she calls me 'a pain in the ass'" he chuckled

"Then we already have something in common" you laughed as Martha motioned for you both to sit at the table smiling knowingly, she saw how Clark couldn't look away how the sorrow in his eyes disappeared as he looked at you. Clark couldn't tear his eyes away from you he gulped eyes raking over your form his mouth gone dry speechless. Wow. You was very attractive like you walked out of one of his fantasies, a tiny homely looking girl light tan with deep chocolate wavy hair in a short bob twisted in a half up do, tiny bun in the back with a few loose strands framing your small face that had a dusting of freckles from being out in the sun, tho he guessed that some were more permanent as they didn'tstop on your face trailing down into you blouse, his breathing hitched as his eyes couldn't help peeking seeing the tops of you breasts spilling over the cups of your bra as you slouched over the table barely resting your elbow on it due to how small you was. His cock twitched you were very tiny the top of your head didn't even reach the top of his chest, he estimated you to be around four foot nine maybe four foot ten he grunted a little, he did have a thing for smaller women, he loved that he towered over average sized women but you were like his dream girl,fuck if he didn't want to fold you in half and fuck you senseless. His pants tightened at the thought, he bet you'd struggle to take him but given the chance he would find a way to impale you forcing your little body to take every punishing inch he grunted a quietly his stomach clenching. He quickly pulled his eyes away before either you would notice trying to calm his slightly ragged breaths this wasn't like him at all, he had been raised a gentleman but sitting here he felt anything but. Drawing his eyes up to yours. Incredible, he got many compliments for his eye but yours were something else, one a light brown honey colour the other was the brightest green he had ever seen, like someone had captured an emerald with in it, he swallowed dryly again becoming hot under the collar twitching in his pants as he continued to assess you. He wasn't sure what you was doing in his Mothers house but he had no complaints whatsoever.

"S-so Y/n your not from around here." his voice cracked a little as he spoke you shook your head at him a little uncomfortable as Martha pottered about the kitchen busying herself with making a fresh pot of coffee, you moved to help her but she just shook her head at you.

"No I moved here four months ago from England, your mum has been helping me get settled, America is a lot weirder than I had initially thought" you giggled a little nervously crossing your legs trying to fight off the building tension between your thighs, it wasn't every day you sat across for a delicious looking male, already picturing him as the main character in your next book with the amount of fantasies you were sure to come you'd probably have enough material for a whole series. He grit his teeth a little as his cock jumped at the melodious sound of your voice and thick southern British accent, he wouldn't admit but your voice had now become his favorite sound of all, imagining just how high he could get it if you ever gave him a chance.

"Wow that’s pretty far, and you chose Smallville why not one of the big cities?" He asked as Martha walked across the kitchen washing up some dishes in the sink, you frowned she never did that when you was here, she was up to something.

"Well Gotham didn't look to promising and I couldn't find anything in metropolis, I didn't have much time to move and when I saw the farm house I thought why not and bought it now I'm just across the field from your mum. I might get a small place in the city at some point but right now I'm quite happy here"

"You haven't even been to metropolis yet and your already thinking of buying a place there? shouldn't you check it out first? Maybe you could show her around when she does visit Clark? Take her to see the sights she'd like that? Wouldn't you y/n?" Your jaw sort of hung open....was she trying to set you up with her son? You chuckled nervously seeing the smirk on the other woman face.

"Oh Martha he's probably busy-"

"No! No I'm not, I'm not busy at all!.....I-I mean sure I could to show you around." He interrupted you then flushed, Martha shook her head the boy wouldn't know sublty if it bit him on the ass. You blushed sipping more of your coffee.

"Well if your sure... but I need to finish my book I've already postponed the release date once, don't think the publisher will like another one" he smiled as his mother set down a cup and fresh coffee pot he refilled everyone's cups as she took a seat at the head of the table sitting back watching you both fumble around your words blushing and stuttering, there was definitely something going on here and she was a little smug and had a feeling she was going to enjoy this next bit.

"Your a writer? What do you write?" You blushed bright at his question. Oh shit.

"Haha Yeah, well I sort of write books, fiction"

"I don't think I've heard of you tho?" you looked down going beet red your pussy dampening your panties at the idea of him lying back in his bed reading one of your raunchy books.

"I use an alias so I don't get any backlash" he looked a little surprised but it wasn't uncommon even some journalists did this mostly if the do honest reviews of shops and services

"Oh so what type of fiction do you write children's books?" You flushed more at his innocence looking to Martha who was snickering quietly to herself. She was going to be no help here whatsoever.

"No..Not children's books...My stuff is more...Mature" you desperately looked to Martha eyes screaming. Help me!. poor Clark tilted his head a little not understanding why you seemed to be getting so embarrassed

"Oh for teens then?" his mother finally cracked up laughing out right at the face you pulled at him deciding to put an end to to sorry affair, it was painful to watch.

"Oh for god-She writes porn Clark! Erotica, Adult fantasies" Clark spat his coffee not ready for that at all, coughing and spluttering,you got up quickly just dodging the drink sprayed in your direction.

"MARTHA!..Oh shit are you okay big guy?" Patting to poor mans back as Martha sat there sipping her coffee smirking into her cup.

"What? Like I'm wrong? we'd be here all day if I'd let that pan out" You flushed at her words as he finally caught his breath before you sat back down and sunk in your seat mortified she just came out and said it.

"Ah okay then wow I didn't expect that....I mean you look so cute...Not that I don't think you can be sexy and cute cos you are shit I mean er what do I mean?...Its just not what I'd have thought you'd write....But there's nothing wrong with that, I imagine its quite hard NO!no not hard...Not that its easy that's not what I meant just that it would be hard-Difficult! difficult it would be difficult to write." Martha laughed out loud having the time of her life as you both flushed bright red, Clark was trying to talk himself out of his own embarrassment, you on the other hand just Blinked at him as he had a melt down so red he looked like his head was going to pop, finally taking pity on him you interrupted his babbling.

"Its okay...I get what you mean...Sometimes its... Difficult but you just you know keep at it..." Martha smiled oh yes you two definitely liked each other, now if only she could find a way to set you up together. An awkward silence fell over the kitchen as you fiddled with your cup a little and Clark trying to look anywhere but you failing miserably, she decided to have some mercy and change the subject and let you know that he was available all at once.

"So you and Lois are over for good this time?" You leaned back in your seat watching his face drop you couldn't help feel sorry for him.

"Yeah, she just kept pushing, wanting me to be someone I'm not, to play that part all the time I'm sick of it! it started got to the point I no longer had any choice, I'd do what ever for a quiet life even if it made me unhappy" Martha sighed at him she had seen this coming for a long time but had to step back and let him figure it out for himself.

"Clark I'm sorry things didn't work out I really am but she would never be satisfied until everything went her way you knew that"he nodded solemnly sighing you could tell who ever this Lois was had meant the world to him.

"I think I knew deep down she wasn't the one, I just thought if I carried on, if I stuck with it she would see how it was effecting me and change just a little for my sake. Just like I did for her you know?"

"She was never going to son, in her eyes you had become what she wanted so she didn't have to change at all but she forgot the most important thing in a relationship that's its give and take she forgot to be what you needed" Martha held his hand he sighed looking at her nodding.

"Well this happened just over three weeks ago and she is still carrying on like we are together, like nothings changed! showing up at my apartment when she feels like it and throwing a fit when i don't let her in and is telling everyone I'm her date to this party now I'm stuck, I don't want to go with her but if I go alone then she's going corner me." he sounded exhausted and fed up and slightly bitter towards this woman and with good reason you knew how this type of thing could were on someone, you'd seen it first hand growing up.

"Party? what Party?" he waved his hand at his Mothers question

"A staff party celebrating another award and I don't want to go alone, if I do I know I will end up going back to her I really don't want to. So need to find someone else but there is no one shes still letting everyone think we're together! and none of them want to be on her bad side. I just need a woman to pretend to be my girlfriend for one night"

"Now Clark that's not fair on whoever you take, your a handsome boy and anyone you take might really like you it could crush them if they find out your using them. You can't use one women to prove a point to your ex it isnt right your father and I raised you better then that." You interrupted before she could lay into him anymore.

"I can understand what he is getting at tho, sorry to interrupt and if I'm being out of line tell me, but she sounds like my Mother, relationships are give and take, you can't just take and take and expect your other half to put up with it, Clark if you need someone to go with you to make it clear your finished with her I will go with you, no strings attached or hard feelings but women who think everything should revolve and change around them and their needs really fucks me off!! especially when they pull that shit on a sweet genuine person, in the end these women just destroy the men their with. I don't know you very well but Martha raised you so you can't be that bad and that's enough for me." You hissed some of the words it was like your parents all over again. Your mother was spoilt and selfish always demanding that your father change the way he was for her, you had watched as he had given up everything for her but it was never enough, he had to play a part and it ate away at him for years sending him into a deep depression, yet she never did anything in return or tried to help him. In the end, you at seven years old had found him trying to commit suicide. The thought of you being the one to find his body was what broke the camel's back he threw her out the next day then tried divorcing her but she wouldn't sign the papers so instead they remained separated she had nothing so you was left in your dads care, he was happier then ever but the damage had been done he never found anyone else, she hung around every few months trying to weasel her way back in missing the money more than her family, when she didn't get her way she tried to destroy any happiness he found. Luckily he had sense enough to rewrite his will and piddle away the money in the account he had left to her his final fuck you to her was when the executor of the will read out that you was left with the car, house and just over seven hundred and eighty thousand pounds the housekeeper Susanna was left the holiday home in Devon and forty thousand pounds and your mother well she got twenty nine pound sixty seven pence and was aloud to have the expensive china that the Susanna had been instructed to smash after his passing....Yeah your dad was a bastard but it was funny as fuck. That’s why you had to leave she kept coming to the house harassing you for money. The restraining order hadn't worked so you decided to move you had the means to do it so went for it, she would never find you here and couldn't use the fact shes your mother to find you because you wasn't a minor the cherry on top the account that your dad was leaving for your mother was what he used to pay for your college and university. Martha sighed knowing why you got so wound up and you was right Lois was similar to your mother.

"You'd do that? Really?" You nodded to him smiling

"Absolutely I ain't afraid of no American.... apart from your mum shes scary as fuck, but seriously I can handle anything she tries to throw at me and you can show me around town while your at it, I'm guessing its in metropolis? when is it?" Martha sat back a little stumped turns out she wont have to set you two up after all.

"Err Its this Saturday ,you sure you want to come what about your book?" you waved him off

"Its fine Clark I can bring my laptop and work on it in the hotel" he nodded grinning wide suddenly excited about this next week then faltered.

"Don't bother booking a hotel you can stay with me for the week after all your doing me a huge favor its the least I can do to repay you" he chose to ignore his mothers raised brow. She had a few guesses at exactly how he was planning to pay you back and she doubted it was just going to be bed and breakfast.... probably breakfast in bed if the looks he gave you were anything to go by, not that she minded you would be a better fit for him anyway. Call it mothers intuition but she got the feeling that Clark would be around a little more now that you were just across the field.

"Oh no I couldn't! a hotel would be fine"

"I insist I would love nothing more then to have you to myself for the week" Martha tried to bite back a laugh, she never realized how cheesy her son was trying to flirt, no wonder he didn't have much success but she could see you fall for it hook line and sinker as you flushed squirming in your seat a little, he smirked at you from across the table getting more confident, he liked to think that he had already caught you. Prick he new exactly what he was doing as he leaned back man spreading, making your walls clench.

"You could spend the week ,we can catch a train tomorrow afternoon if you like, be back in time for dinner there's a nice diner near my apartment" you nodded a little suddenly feeling like one of the women in your books flustered heart racing a mile a minute as the man of your dreams offers to take you away from the boring daily routine. The question was were you brave enough to follow through with it, hell you'd moved to the other side of the world on a snap decision, spending a week alone with a drop dead gorgeous man should be a breeze, it didn't take long to decide giving him a shy smile nodding as you had butterflies in your tummy. His face lit up

"Great I will check the train times It's Sunday service but there should still be some in the afternoon"

"Perfect! I should go and pack then I suppose,Martha if I leave a key here could you watch the house for me and feed the fish when I'm gone" she nodded quickly excited but anxious at the same time, hoping that you would hit it off with Clark but at the same time apprehensive about how fast you was going, after all you only just met, but you were both adults and could handle yourselves and she knew you'd be safe with him.

"Oh is it formal or what?"

"Oh yes, its theme is Hollywood glam"

"Oooo I've got the perfect dress, any way I'm off and will see you both tomorrow be back around eleven tomorrow morning?" he stood nodding walking you to the door making you swoon inside as he opened the door above you reminding you just how big he was, a gentle giant.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow then Clark" he leaned down to your ear whispering

"Can't wait, sweet dream's Y/n I know mine will be" you gasped as he pulled away winking chuckling at your hot cheeks, he could have a lot of fun making you blush he decided as you turned quickly scampering down the stairs away from the house towards yours, who's roof you could barely see over the crops from this distance. He stayed there leaning on the door frame arms crossed groaning watching your ass sway as you made your way into the brakes in the crops what the tractors used to get across the field disappearing into the high crops.

"So you like her then?" he jumped back bumping into the door frame making it creak a little at his mothers sudden appearance, she giggled folding the tea towel in her hands.

"Wow you must have taken a shine to her if your so mesmerized by her or more specifically her backside, that I can sneak up on you,I haven't been able to do that since you were a little boy." he chuckled embarrassed that she'd caught him staring

"Not that I think you would but Clark? don't play with her feelings okay? shes a good kid and had it tough over the past few years and she doesn't need a heart break on top of everything else" he snapped his head to his mom.

"Ma you know I wouldn't-" she fixed him with a look

"You just admitted in there that you was going to use some poor girl to make a point to Lois and I'm telling you now if you hurt her I wont be impressed"

"I wouldn't do that to her, I wont hurt her I promise, but I would like to get to know her more...see if we could you know" she smiled softly at him

"I'm just saying your a handsome man and she could fall for you easily, don't use her as a rebound." he sighed she had a point but after seeing you all thoughts of Lois died.

"I like her Ma do you-do you think maybe she could like me to? this time have a relationship with me, get to know Clark Kent before Superman? that Clark could be enough this time?" that made her pause clenching the cloth in her hands twisting it, there was something in the way he said that, so unsure and hopeless she fumed inside his confidence was knocked she felt like she was speaking to the shy beaten down preteen he once was. He truly believed that Clark Kent wasn't good enough anymore and there was only one person to blame for that,it was with those words she realized that Lois had hurt him and hurt him bad, she sighed pulling him down kissing his cheek then cupped his cheeks making him look her in the eye.

"Now you listen to me and you listen well. You are good enough and you are loved, I don't know what Lois has put into your head, and for her safety I don't think I should know, but you forget it right this instant! you hear me?" he nodded a little still unsure as Martha searched his eyes for a little glimmer of confidence but her heart clenched when she couldn't find any, that confidence from earlier must have been false bravado. Lois was lucky she wasn't going to metropolis herself she's probably kill her for hurting her baby, tho she's sure Y/n was going to rip her apart in her stead it was a pity she wouldn't be there to see it.

"I think Y/n is already smitten with you and that you'd be good for one another. I've only known her four months but She doesn't try to be anything she's not, she takes people as she sees them and doesn't have time for all the games other women play its why we get along so well. And as a side note she has never reacted like that to any one else's attempts at flirting trust me there have been quite a few try when we've been out and she shut them down....Quite brutally now that I think of it. But if your serious about her give it your all I don't think you will be disappointed I think you'd be a good match." she wiped under his eye as they welled a little with unshed tears.

"Y-you really think she could like me?" he asked in a small voice.

"There’s no doubt in my mind that she already does, you think she'd agree to spend a week with you if she didn't? Honestly if you both hadn't made plans I was going to play matchmaker myself. Now why don't you go have a cold shower? and I can start on dinner"

"Cold shower?"

"You think I haven't notice your problem?" he flushed laughing wiping at his eyes and pulling his top down a little trying to cover the tent in his pants as she walked back into the house patting his back.

"Oh shit! You think she notice to?!" his mother laughed shrugging

"Who knows I mean she was checking you out to" as she entered the kitchen he stood there dumbfounded

"What Are you sure? I didn't notice"

"You wouldn't your a man, now go have a shower you are not eating at the table like that" he groaned shaking his head closing the front door making his way up the stairs to the bathroom.

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//tw alcohol addiction//

half an hour to go. remus checked the large clock on the wall again, finding, much to his disappointment, there were still twenty-eight before he could close his little shop.

the bell on the front desk brought him back to earth.

“can i have those two please?”

remus stooped to reach the sheets of tissue paper below. gently fingering the spines of the books, he packaged them quickly and slid them back across the counter.

“£12.99 then please.”

the lady looked slightly miffed as she collected her purchase. remus’ attention had once again been captured by the clock.

five minutes. just five more minutes.

the shop emptied slowly as four thirty drew nearer. pausing from unpacking the new delivery, remus thought he heard raised voices outside.

“anywhere else, okay? i’ll buy you the freaking book anywhere else.”

a softer tone replied to the previous aggression, almost pleading with the other man: “but this one has a cafe too.”

remus shuffled back behind his counter, remaining crouched.

“why are we hiding?” a familiar voice asked in his ear.

“jesus mary.” remus slipped slightly, his hand over his heart. “you scared the shit out of me!”

“sorry.” she crouched next to him. “so why are we down here?”

remus gulped, suddenly embarrassed.

“i-ummm well. i think it’s sirius outsi-”

“he might want to talk after-”

“with someone else.”

mary slid down the wall.

“oh.”

the buzzer went off as the door opened. remus stood up and began organising the small jars of pens and rulers on the front desk.

“let me help” mary said, reaching over to encompass remus’ shaking hands.

a small cough from in front of them caused both remus and mary to look up. they jumped apart when sirius’ eyes floated down to their joined hands.

“can i help you?” remus asked, not caring about the answer.

“i didn’t even want to come in here, you know.”

“i know; i could hear you outside.” remus couldn’t help himself. “he seems nice.”

sirius flinched as a hand grabbed his arm.

“i found the book i wanted. but there are two options with different covers so which do you think i should get?”

sirius looked up at remus before turning around.

“the plain one is nice.”

the man nodded, before walking away to return the second copy.

“i didn’t want to do this” sirius hissed across the counter at remus. “so don’t look at me like that.”

“and what is it we’re doing?” remus asked innocently. “because i just want to finish work and go home. i don’t care about whatever it is that you want.”

sirius stepped back as footsteps became louder.

“just this one?” remus asked.

“errr-”

“there’s a two-for-one on same authors at the moment.”

“give me a minute then” the man said, amd quickly disappeared down an aisle.

“so what’s his name?”

“what’s her name?” sirius fired back.

“mary macdonald - she works in the cafe part of the shop.”

sirius raised an eyebrow.

“we aren’t together; not that it’s any of your business anyway” remus muttered to himself.

there was an awkward silence only broken when the pens remus was fiddling with hit the side of the glass jar.

suddenly the pens were all over the counter as remus’ hand was pulled away and gently cradled by sirius.

remus pulled it straight back and began scooping them up.

“look at me cleaning up another one of your messes” remus heard himself saying.

he snapped his head up to finally look at sirius properly. he didn’t expect to be confronted with dulled eyes and pale cheeks.

“the fuck happened to you?” remus almost laughed before the realisation hit him. “when?” he asked, once again scared to hear sirius’ answer.

“well . .” sirius let out a single laugh. “i properly screwed up on - what was it? - the 16th, you left on the 18th so yeah.”

“two weeks? you’ve been drinking for two weeks?!” the anger that remus had suppressed for eighteen months was threatening to spill. “you were so close.”

“we were close. i only did it for you, because of you.”

“no. don’t you dare pin this on me. i tried-”

for the second time that evening sirius reached across the counter. remus’ fist tightened, but he stayed where he was.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know how many times i can say it.”

“apparently forty-two for the same mistake.”

“you counted? i-wow i’m so sorry.”

“forty-three.” remus smiled through his curls. “i didn’t mean what i said. i just meant that-”

“i know. it was nowhere near 50/50 and it’s draining for you and i” sirius breathed in, “i don’t blame you for leaving.”

remus stood quietly before venturing to say “why don’t you get help? real help. end it forever.”

sirius pulled away sharply.

“no wait” remus rushed around the side of the counter. “i just mean-”

“come with me.”

sirius spoke without hesitation, taking remus by surprise.

“it would be wrong. sirius, i can’t. take-”

“it’s not the same; i want yo-”

“don’t finish that sentence. you have a-a boyfriend.”

sirius looked over his shoulder.

“i want you - i want us back.”

“you have to learn when to stop talking” remus blushed as the other man returned carrying a second novel. “do you want me to wrap that one?”

“yeah that one’s a gift.”

remus’ eyes darted from the book to the couple before him. he cleared his throat loudly.

“£8.99.”

sirius payed, his fingers lingering against remus’ as the cash was exchanged. remus looked up, and shook his head, handing back the pound change.

as sirius’ hand closed tightly around the coin it shook. remus leant across the counter: “you have to tell him.”

“i’ll see you outside” sirius mumbled over his shoulder. he turned to face remus, who was by the door, flipping over the ‘open’ sign.

remus advanced slowly, but even so sirius felt small and vulnerable. meeting him halfway, sirius held out his hands. remus held them in his own, his fingers soft from turning pages and pages of thin paper. sirius gulped, searching the caramel eyes in a desperate way he’d never done before.

“you don’t understand.” sirius’ tears broke free of his dark eyelashes. “i can’t tell, i don’t want t-”

“i understand better than you think. i would have a lot of respect for you if you told him the truth. admit that you need the help love.”

sirius looked up.

“why can’t you understand that I CAN’T.” remus tightened his hold on sirius’ wrists. “would you come with me? if i did it, really got clean, would you come back?”

“you’re rambling. i know you, you’re rambling. i can’t make any promises, and i know you can’t so just- we both know it would be better for you to walk out of here and go home with the guy who’s waiting for you in the rain.”

sirius looked out of the shop’s front window. his hands were still in remus’ as he made eye contact with the man whose tears he was unable to distinguish from the rain. there was a small nod as sirius finally collapsed into remus, who groaned a little at the additional weight.

“that was wrong.”

sirius opened his eyes into remus’.

“i couldn’t tell him. i want to tell you. not just about this, but everything. will you listen?”

“i- sirius.” remus stopped, conflicted. “you have to look after yourself. properly. i can’t do this again.”

“ever?”

“i want to but i-”

sirius dropped remus’ hand and stepped back.

“i know. i’ll be back. in i-don’t-know-how-long but you’ll see, i’m going to do this for you.”

“you can’t” remus shouted after him as sirius entered the wet street, “you have to do it for yourself.”

some extra ✨drabble✨

it was dark when remus woke up, his body twisted uncomfortably between the two cushions on the sofa. he looked around at the microwave clock.

being home alone at half past eleven on a friday night was enough to send remus into a panic.

he burst out the front door, knocking straight into sirius.

“where are you going?”

“i-” remus ran a frantic hand through his hair. “i-i thought you, you’d got into some kind of trouble.”

“trouble?”

“like a-a relapse or something. i don’t know, i was scared!”

sirius breathed out and led remus back inside.

“i told you i’d stay clean - promised.”

remus shrugged.

“people break promises.”

back in the living room, sirius arranged himself in remus’ lap. looking down at his boyfriend, and just scraping his nose, sirius whispered “i’m not breaking this one. i need you. i love you.”

remus sat up taller to connect their lips. the combination of roast potatoes and green tea fused as their mouths collided, gratefully accepting each other. as they separated, remus bit his lips nervously.

“you don’t have to say it” sirius said, wrapping a small curl around his finger. “i get it.”

“shut up, you know i love you” remus said quickly. “it’s just that, i’m proud of you, love. i really am.”

sirius squirmed somewhat at the compliment, his cheeks burning. burying his head in remus’ neck he held on tightly, remus’ warm hands travelling soothingly up his back.

“in less than an hour i’ll be four years sober.”

“and in less than an hour, i’ll be the proudest boyfriend on the planet.”

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