#havin a calm life with his lover

[buckymorelikefuckme]

spice up your life

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 1k

warnings: none i don't think?? maybe a tiny bit of secondhand embarrassment. otherwise this is just fluff! but let me know if there's something i should tag pls.

a/n: i've had a beloved girl group stuck in my head all morning and this was my outlet for that. sorry not sorry for yet another jakey story. that's my baby and i love him. no proofreading whatsoever, just vibes!! any and all mistakes are mine, feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated ♡ xoxo

On this blessed weekend morning (afternoon, actually, but that’s not important) you’ve just finished your shower. You’re dressed in a tiny tank-top and a matching pair of panties, your hair wrapped in a towel while you sit on the bench at the end of your bed and rub lotion into your freshly shaved legs. The Spice Girls are blasting through your bluetooth speaker and you’re happily singing along without a care in the world.

“Say you can handle my love, are you for real?” you croon, wiggling in place of dancing until you’re done with the lotion. “I won’t be hasty,” you wail louder, “I’ll give you a try. If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.”

You stand with a bounce, alerting the room at large that you’ll tell them what you want, what you really, really want. As you put away your lotion, you shimmy your chest and shake your hips. You even stop for an extended dance break.

“Slam your body down, and zig-a-zig ah! If you wanna be my lover,” you finish with a flourish, giggling.

The next song starts playing and you let out a gasp of delight, reaching for your hairbrush and using it as a microphone. You set yourself up in front of your mirror, using yourself as a makeshift audience and doing what you can remember from the choreography.

“Slam it to the left, if you're havin’ a good time! Shake it to the right, if ya know that you feel fine!”

You have a split second of thinking that you should probably calm down, since you just showered, and working up a sweat because you can’t help yourself from putting on a one-woman show would be very annoying. But… it’s the Spice Girls. It’s next to impossible to not dance and sing along. At some point, your now damp hair has fallen out of the towel, and instead of using your brush for its intended purpose, you continue singing into it. When you start getting almost too warm, you make yourself stop flailing around and actually brush your hair.

You pull it up into a messy bun on top of your head when you’re done and skip out of your room to the kitchen, taking your speaker with you. You’re feeling kinda hungry, so you go about fixing up a sandwich for yourself, still warbling away with whatever song that plays.

Since it’s early spring, the weather is still relatively cool out, so you’ve got your windows open to let in the fresh air and natural light. It never crossed your mind that perhaps your audience of one was actually an audience of two. However, when you’re in the middle of singing through a mouthful of your sandwich, you just so happen to glance out the window in your living room.

“All that joy can bring, this I swear—“ You freeze, eyes growing wide, cheeks bulging with food, and heat crawling up your neck when you lock eyes with the tenant across the courtyard of your apartment complex.

It’s just your luck it turns out to be the new guy—the cute, nerdy, beefy one. He’s equally wide-eyed behind his glasses, mouth open a little in surprise. You squeak and dart out of his line of vision, mortification consuming you as you lean against the wall and groan. What a fucking first impression to make. Prancing around in next to nothing and stuffing your face like a goddamn squirrel. Jesus.

Your music is still blaring, though, and you've kind of lost your groove, so you hastily scamper back across the kitchen to jam your thumb on the button to lower the volume. Even with the song continuing to play, it feels much too quiet now. You try to finish your sandwich and act normal and not like you were just caught parading around in your underwear. Very pointedly, you do not look out the window again. If you can't see him, then he can't see you. Seems logical.

Except… You sigh dreamily. Oh, man, he's so cute, and he looked even cuter with that dumb look on his face. You try to fight it for as long as you can (which is, to your shame, not long at all) but your gaze drifts back over to the apartment across the courtyard. You're not sure if it's excitement or dread that swirls in your stomach when you see he's still standing there. He waves, sending you a lopsided smile, and you find it impossible to prevent yourself from smiling back.

“Nice moves,” he calls out of his own open window.

“Thanks, I try my best,” you reply with a bashful laugh as you approach the windowsill.

“We should tango together sometime,” he offers, immediately flushing after.

You see his mouth move as he whispers tango? under his breath, an incredulous expression on his face as he shakes his head. You cover your growing grin with your hand.

He scratches at his jaw and shrugs. “Or, you know… any kind of dancing.”

“I just do whatever comes naturally,” you flirt, tilting your head coyly.

“Right, yeah, makes sense,” he agrees with a lot of nodding.

Good grief.

“If you came over,” you start, raising your eyebrows significantly, “I could show you.”

It looks like he short circuits for a second, standing perfectly still as he processes what you just said. He suddenly jerks back to life and points a finger at his chest.

“Jake.”

You laugh and mimic the gesture, saying your name in return. Jake grins as he repeats it, soft and pleased, like he's trying it out on his tongue.

“So, I’ll just…” He trails off and waves in the direction of your apartment with a question in his eyes.

You tell him your unit number, then bite your lip to tamp down on your smile. “See you soon, big guy.”

Jake giggles, high and nervous, before clearing his throat. “Yeah, see you soon,” he replies in a gruff tone.

You cover your mouth again to stifle your own giggles, wiggling your fingers in a wave. He starts backing away from his window, his shoulder knocking into the doorway because he isn't paying attention to where he's walking. With a salute that he appears to regret instantly, he hurriedly leaves, the slam of his door echoing across the courtyard.

Okay, so, maybe your day took a turn, and you might have to shower again anyway, but it's so worth it.

[fictionkinfessions]

I'ma rant (positively) about vy past lives for a minute.

So when Vi was BBH I had an actual name but like didn't tell like 99.99% of people. Only Puffy and the Egg knew that vy name was Christian. Funny that cuz I was never actually a Christian at any point in my life. Also I wasn't a demon specifically more demon adjacent (I was just a netherborne being.) Gotta love havin' horns tho. It was one my favorite things to decorate vy horns with jewelry. A personal favorite one was made of iron, quartz, and gold.

Also swearing was regular thing but I just didn't swear in front of people. I never really yelled at people over swearing. Inappropriate things tho. No. You're not allowed to talk anymore. Shut the fudge up ya potat.

Ghostbur time! I was a whole ass different person than Wilbur. We were good-ish friends and he asked me to look after the SMP for him if he died. He did and I took his place. SMP stuff happens. I die for real and stuff. Dream killed me right in front for Tom. Just *crrrk* death. traumatizing, really. Cuz like Ghostbur is my second most memory-rich kin.

The most memory-rich kin I gots is BdoubleO in season 8. My favorite memory is when I was building my red sandstone tower and just kinda stared out over Bug eye Bay. It was calming with how stressed I got over being the best builder and proving to myself that I deserved the praise I got. (I still can't escape that insecurity even after dying and getting to be a whole different person) and a close second is cuddling in my garden with Keralis (one my lovers. We were in a polyamorous relationship with Etho, Beef, and someone else. I fordor (forgot) who. He was a guy is all I know) also moon big, and I stupid a fuck.

🌼

[heirloommtomatoes]

I (really) need you.” (Sam x Reader, fluff, requested drabble)

Happy New Year’s everyone!!! Here’s to a healthy & lively 2017! Haven’t written anything fictional in a while let alone for Sam, but hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Somethin’ short and sweet and calm to start off the new year. Inspired by Mumford & Sons’ Red Rocks performance of ‘Lovers’ Eyes’, if anyone’s so inclined to listen while reading/interested :) Requested by @nataliarmnov xx

P.S. Put the “really” in brackets since I omitted it from the text.

Word Count: 1,951

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Despite the fact that it had taken several attempts to persuade you and a promise of no pirate puns for a whole month, you had to admit that spending your summer exploring Avery’s ruins in Scotland wasn’t always the worst.

The wind buffets the sides of your tent, the crashing of the ocean far down the cliff barely a fifty metres away from your tent mingling with the sound of Sam’s gentle breathing behind you. The chill of night had settled in the tent, but the only indicator of it was the numbness of your nose poking out from the sleeping bag the two of you had decided to share. Your senses come to you slowly as you wake and you’re suddenly aware of the weight and warmth of Sam’s arm around your middle. You let out an involuntary grunt as you carefully lift his arm. A soft incoherent murmur causes you to look quickly over your shoulder, your fingers still wrapped around his wrist and thankfully, his eyes still closed.

You slip out of the sleeping bag, grabbing the pants and long-sleeve henley you wear over the long underwear Sam had insisted was necessary even in the summer. The almost overwhelming light-headedness you were currently experiencing due to the heat of having a 6”3’ teddy bear at your back all night might disagree. Pulling on your clothes and tugging your hair into a quick ponytail, you reach over your sleeping lover to grab your water bottle, carefully opening both the mesh net and flap of the vestibule to be greeted with a strong, salt-scented wind singing in off the sea.

As much as you complained about the wind waking you up at dawn, you couldn’t deny the view. The world beyond the edge of the grass-covered cliffs is nothing but foam and monochrome, painted in pale blues and greys because the world hasn’t had the time to give it any colour.

The snap of a twig behind you is the only thing preparing you for arms that thread themselves swiftly around your middle, prompting a soft umph from you. As if the fact that there were cliffs and a powerful ocean wind seemingly tugging you toward them wasn’t enough to get your heart racing this early in the damn morning.

“You should learn to watch your back,” Sam’s voice sounds in your ear as he rests his head on your shoulder, lips tickling the flesh of your neck, sending a string of shivers down your spine.

“I don’t need to. I have you,” you say, only to tease him because you know how much he worries and how ridiculously over-the-top sappy it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“Ha ha, you’re a comedian,” he mutters half-heartedly, his disgruntled tone betrayed by the way he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your shoulder, “I’m only half-kidding, you know.”

You turn your head slightly and he huffs in protest as your hair covers his face. You know he wanted to come here; hell, he’d practically begged, despite your initial wishes to go somewhere warm like last year. You smile at the memory of Sam in that ridiculous floral shirt, too-baggy cargo shorts and flip-flops, swaggering with a grin on his face down the streets of Havana.

But you also knew what being here meant for him. The smile begins to fade as you remember why this is the fifth time in two days that he’s brought up teaching you how to fight. This place brought back memories; ones he’d thought he’d left behind years ago now. How long had it been? Barely six years, you think, though it feels longer. Six years since he’d swum away from that burning ship; both literal and proverbial, and the memories still creep on him in hours both young and old. 

It wasn’t as though he’d left the life behind entirely; you and him would take the odd job here and there, if only to bring Cassie back a little gift she would obsess over for months on end and get some extra cash. Not that you necessarily needed it, not with the book Sam had written on the life and times of the Drakes several years ago. 

“I know,” you respond finally, lacing your fingers through one of his and bringing the back of his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.

He hums in response and sucks in a breath through his nose that warns you he’s about to get up.

And somehow, not even twenty minutes later, you find yourself with a pistol in hand and Sam beside you, swinging his arm forward to show you how to club someone over the head with it.

“No, like this. Why are you snapping your wrist?” he mumbles for what seems like the millionth time of you copying him exactly.

“I am doing it like that,” you protest in return, adjusting your grip on the gun. Who knew it was such an art? you think dryly.

He shifts out of his stance and places a hand over yours to adjust the position, “It helps if you use your middle finger like that.”

You use your middle finger.

“Funny. Get on with it,” he replies with rolling eyes.

“You know, when you told me we’d be spending our summer in Scotland, I somehow pictured more hiking would be involved. And maybe marginally fewer guns. Marginally.”

Sam frowns and sighs. The sun was only now lending the ocean and trees around you some colour, exploding the world in an array of bird calls and blades of light dappling through the pines. It was too beautiful a day to learn how to kill, too beautiful a day for your lover to give you a crash course in the art of soldiers, both destroying them, and becoming one.

“I’m sorry,” he says, a twinge of guilt in his voice as he takes the gun from you, double-checking that the safety is on out of habit. Now there’s that tone you’ve come to recognise all too well.

“Come on, let’s just go for a hike, okay? You can teach me how to clobber someone over the head later. Promise,” you tell him, the hint of a playful, welcoming smile dancing on your face.

Sam refuses to meet your gaze for a moment, gun limp in his grip. He runs a lazy hand through his hair before letting out a soft, humourless laugh and turning to store the gun back near the tent. You let out a soft whoop of victory, if only to hear his laugh. It works.

The sun rises steadily above the two of you as you walk silently hand-in-hand through the old ruins of the monastery, squeezing each other’s hand back and forth in some silly competition that arose out of boredom. A tug on your hand makes you realise he’s stopped walking, and moments later he’s pulling you toward his chest, resting his forehead against yours. He slides a hand down your shoulder to rest on your forearm, the other just above your hip.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says. The years have put a bit more gruffness in that voice of his, making his accent lay a bit more thick. There’s more iron in the dark brown hair, worry lines across his forehead. He’d always seemed happier treasure hunting, though you didn’t think content was a word in his vocabulary until months after the day that obsession ended and your lives began. Now he just seemed to be more full of worry; for you, for the lack of certainty in your futures. Perhaps he just needed something to worry about, so he could stop worrying. Something bigger, more distracting.

“I need you,” he adds as almost an afterthought, though you can tell in his tone that he’s been wanting to say it for a while now. You wonder how long. Perhaps before any of this began, before Avery, before Panama.

“I know. Where would you be without the undying love of a good woman?” you tease, lifting your head to press a kiss to his cheek, rough with several day old stubble.

He snorts at that, “Don’t joke,” he murmurs, and somewhere in the back of your mind an intrusive voice tells you that’s the only time you’ll ever hear Samuel Drake tell someone to not joke, but you keep your mouth shut.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that, right? And neither are you. I know it’s not so simple, and I won’t pretend to understand, but I wanted to…remind you,” you tell him, and he lifts his head, surprise in his eyes as though he’s wondering if you’ve just read his mind. No, Sam, you want to tell him, I’ve loved you for almost half my life. You can stop being surprised that I know you as well as my own mind by now.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, a twinge of a smile on his face, “I’ve never understood how you do that.”

“What?”

“Know what I’m thinking.”

“See, you’d make an awful pirate. It’s all there on your face, darling,” you tell him, voice dripping with a teasing humour.

Sam rolls his eyes and leans in to press a kiss to your cheek in return, “I don’t have to be a good pirate. I have you,” he says, mimicking your words from the morning.

“Aww,” you say, struggling to keep a grin off your face and failing, “I’m swooning. And this pirate Queen wants to enjoy herself while she’s here, so she demands a race back to camp.”

“Does she now?” Sam responds, eyes glittering with delighted humour. There it was. That look on his face, the one he gets when he’s trying to not give in to laughter. The boyish lop-sided smile, the tilt of his head, the mischievous glint in his eyes.

You nod in the most regal and authoritative manner you can muster — which if Sam’s poorly concealed snort is any indicator, is not very regal at all — and barely have time to react before he’s taking off, bounding up the hill and through the trees back to your campsite. The cheeky bastard.

You knew that the years behind were far from easy and the years ahead wouldn’t likely be much different, but if there was anything the Drakes had taught you, it was that an ending was never an ending. It was the start of another adventure. You’d once thought that to be the most cliché thing you’d ever heard, but the older you grew the more truth you saw in it.

Night settles and the fire you two made to cook your dinners on top of crackles and fades, and you settle back into the sleeping bag. Another week here, maybe less, and you'd be flying back home. For now, you listen to Sam’s breathing in front of you, soft and gentle as the crash of waves below. He mumbles incoherent words and you lift your hand to his back out of habit, running your nails softly over his skin.

His dreams were usually not of Panama, not of Avery, but were his own personal show of all the times he had failed his little brother, failed their parents. And failed you, though you don't like to think about that last one, if only because you’d forgiven him years ago and know he can’t do the same for himself.

He doesn’t call out in his dreams as often, and the thrashing about has been kept to a pleasant minimum. It helped that you would lay awake on the more difficult nights and stroke the back of his neck, hold him when he needed to be held. As it approaches 2 in the morning, then 3, you realise this is one of those nights.

The rippling silver sea-light plays on the ceiling of your tent, and the dawn sun paints the cloth gold, and you lay and gaze at the roof, while Sam sleeps, and does not dream of the past.

[lostdreamr-blog1]

Can you write a Dean x Reader or Sam x Reader where Reader uses Castiel to make the Winchester jealous but Castiel being Castiel ruins her plan (everything in a funny way)?

Pairings: Dean X Reader

A/N:  Loved this idea and knew I had to get it out while I had the time!! Thank you so much for the request and I hope this is what you were looking for!!! Inbox is always open for you all!!

Word count: 1k

“Okay, look. It’s called pretending. I need you to pretend you like me to make Dean jealous. Got it?” You looked at Cas for his reaction and was met with his classic face of confusion.

“I already like you. We are friends. I thought friends like each other?” Damn, this was going to be harder than you thought.

“No, no you’re right. Umm, I need you to pretend you like me more than friends. Can you do that?” Your mind was struggling to figure out how to explain things in human terms for him.

“Like lovers?” You clapped your hands together in excitement. “Yes, Cas! Like lovers! But it is just pretend until Dean realizes how stupid he is being.” While you were trying to think of how to display your newfound love for each other, you didn’t see Castiel shake his head.

“I do not condone lying.” Shit.

Sam let out a short chuckle and closed his laptop. “This is painful to watch.” You pointed a finger over at him, “Not helping.” You started pacing knowing Dean was going to be back soon and Cas was going to disappear without notice. Time was not on your side.

“You seem to be in distress. Are you okay?” The amount of will power to not roll your eyes at the clueless angel deserved an award. Sam’s muffled laugh across the room wasn’t helping either.

You sighed, “Yes, I’m okay. Just trying to figure out how to get Dean’s attention for once and clearly this wasn’t the way to go.”

The door opened and the oldest Winchester walked in with a beer in one hand and food in the other. Without warning, Cas put an arm around your shoulders and nearly shouted, “Y/N and I are lovers.”

You winced at how forward that sounded. Sam tried his hardest to keep it together but ended up choking on his water making the situation that much worse. Making eye contact with Dean was something you planned on avoiding for the rest of your life, but his voice wasn’t something you could tune out.

“Ah, that’s great, I guess. Mazel tov.” The confusion was clear, and you realized now how horrible of an idea it was to rope Cas into this mess. The weight of his arm disappeared and when you looked over, you noticed he was gone. At least the main variable in this situation was away for the time being.

“I’m going to shower.” Were the only words you managed to squeak out before literally running away from your problems. You turned the water on as hot as it could go in hopes the burning sensation would help you calm down from the embarrassment.

You stepped under the water and leaned your forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall, wondering if you had lost your damn mind. Of all people to try and make Dean jealous of, Cas was the farthest one from success. You would’ve had better luck paying some random guy at the bar to act like he was hitting on you.

But you couldn’t help but smile at how quickly he was to help you. Even after he told you how much he didn’t like it. You sent him a quick thanks and told him how lucky you were to have him as a friend.

Your stomach rumbled and the cheeseburger you sent Dean out for was calling your name. As much as you wished to hide in this gross bathroom forever, you knew one of the boys would come drag you out eventually.

As you opened the door, conversation seemed to stop immediately, but you kept your head down and went to sit at the table with the two of them. The room was silent besides some old soap opera and the sounds of food being eaten. Maybe if you finished this burger quickly, you could get away with going to bed early.

“So, how long have the two of you been lovers?” There goes that plan. You could see the smirk on his face without having to look up.

“Shut it, Winchester.” You focused on your food, hoping the green-eyed hunter would drop the subject, but luck was nowhere near on your side today.

“If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was say something, sweetheart.” Your eyes went wide as you realized what he said and whipped your head over to Sam. “What did you tell him?”

He lifted his hands up in surrender, “The two of you need to figure out whatever this is between you. I thought watching Dean pout at the bar was sad, but this took the cake.”

You leaned back in your seat and ran a hand through your hair. “Yeah, I realize now how different humans and angels are. But he played his part as well as can be expected.”

Dean threw his head back and laughed, “I don’t know what was funnier. The way he said it or the look on your face.”

You threw a fry at his face and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” Before any of you had the chance to say something more, the angel of the hour appeared by your side.

“As lovers, do we need to obtain a legal marriage license?” You couldn’t help but laugh this time and placed your hand on his. “While I do appreciate you going to great lengths for me, it is no longer needed.”  

Cas looked over to Dean and asked, “You have realized how stupid you were being? That was the goal of this, right?” You smiled and nodded.

Dean chuckled, “Yeah, Cas. I realize now how stupid I’ve been. Thanks for watching out for my girl though.”

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅳ Vol.3 Subaru VS Carla [TRACK 5]

Original title: the game is up

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅳ Vol.3 Subaru VS Carla

Audio: Here

Translator note: Even though Carla is pretty much at the bottom of my favorites list, I liked him a lot in this CD. I was curious to find out how his dynamic with Subaru would play out since they are...very different. It was kind of sweet to see him help the two of them out though. He definitely got himself some bonus points there. :p I also really like how Subaru is portrayed in this CD. He actually gets some decent character development which is rare for my boy. T _ T Overall, this has to be one of the better VERSUS IV CDs. It’s only beaten by the Reiji VERSUS Azusa one since that one actually had an engaging game aspect to it as well.

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou & Toshiyuki Morikawa

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

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TRACK 5: THE GAME IS UP

Subaru: …Haah. We somehow made it above ground.

*Rustle*

Subaru: Is that the gate over there? 

Carla: …Yes. However, this is not the front gate. It’s the one in the back on the opposite side. 

*Caw caw caw*

Subaru & Carla: …!!

Carla: Ghouls…? A large number of them as well. Just like we thought, they seem to have gathered around the front gate. I wonder if we will be able to break through them? 

Subaru: We don’t need to go through the front…

Carla: …!? Excuse me? 

Subaru: In the end, we can get out as long as we punch a hole in the barrier, right? In which case, the exact location shouldn’t matter. 

Carla: Sorry to disappoint, but while I may have regained some of my magic, I am not currently not capable of penetrating the barrier at present. We have no other choice but to go through the already-existing exit.

Subaru: You don’t get it. …I’m trying to say that I will do it. 

You seem surprised. 

Carla: Once again. What has caused this sudden change of mind?

Subaru: I lack self-awareness of myself as the Vampire King which you imagine. …Still, I owe you one. Besides, I’m not the kind of guy who’d turn his back on someone and run away when they’re bein’ counted on. 

*Rustle*

Subaru: She put her own life at risk to help calm me down when I was going rampant. On top of that, she even had the ‘glorious’ idea of willingly offering her blood like the idiot she is. …I can’t be the only one doin’ jackshit, right!? 

Subaru approaches the barrier.

Subaru: Right now, I don’t care whether I’ve got full control over my powers or not…I’m just sick and tired of this. No more will I let myself get pushed ‘round and not be able to do anythin’ ‘bout it…! …I have no other choice, but to face this issue straight up!

You cheer Subaru on.

Subaru: Be sure to watch me from back there, ‘kay? 

You nod.

Subaru: I’ll crush this invisible wall…with my very own hands!

Subaru begins to charge an attack. 

Subaru: Haaaaah…!!

*BOOM*

*SHATTER*

Carla: …Kuh…!!

*Crack*

Carla: …There’s cracks appearing…in the barrier!

Subaru: Ugh…I couldn’t help but feel frustrated…when these unknown powers were suddenly pushed onto me…as if the Old Man was once again havin’ his way with me…But still…!! I’ll use them because I want to do so…Not out of someone else’s desire…! These powers…BELONG TO ME…!!

*BOOM*

*TIMESKIP*

Subaru: Nn…Hm? 

*Tweet tweet* 

You call out his name. 

Subaru: …Oh, it’s you. …Where are we…? 

He looks around.

Subaru: In the forest? Why was I lying here on the ground?

You explain.

Subaru: I see…I lost consciousness immediately after destroying the barrier, huh? On top of that Carla had to carry me over here. …Not very cool of me, huh? 

You ask if he feels alright.

Subaru: That’s my line…! …I’m so glad that you’re safe and sound.

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: Ugh…Ahaha…I can’t get up. I guess I used up a little too much stamina. Haahー Oh well…

*Rustle*

Subaru: We already escaped the castle, so I guess there’s no reason to rush. Hehe…Take that, Kino!

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: …Phew~ …Why don’t you lie down for a bit as well? The forest is pretty chill at dawn.

You lie down next to him. 

Subaru: If I had just confronted these powers inside of me from the very start, you would have never had to be put in danger. 

You tell him it’s okay.

Subaru: …You’ll forgive me? 

You smile and thank him.

Subaru: …!! …God…I can’t believe you’re over here thanking me with a smile on your face…You’re way too good for this world, almost to the point of bein’ a blatant fool. 

…Ah, by the way. What happened to Carla? I haven’t seen him since I woke up.

You look around.

Subaru: You didn’t notice either…!? …Haahー Now I’m still in debt with him. 

The wind blows in the background as the scene shifts to Carla observing them from a distance. 

Carla: Seems like he has finally regained consciousness. The once great and mighty Karlheinz…He is still far from reaching that man’s level. However, it appears to me that he possesses the right qualities to become a King after all. In which case, I should treat him in a way fitting of the King of Founders.

…Heh. I did not think I would ever take a liking to a mere Vampire. However, it does not feel bad. …That being said, I will not let him have that woman. She belongs by my side. Next time…I will surelyーー ...Hmph. 

Carla walks away.

ーー THE END ーー

[fanoftheimagines]

Royal Blue

Royal Blue

Part of the Teal & Orange Writing Challenge

Pairing: Oluwande Boohari/Jim Jimenez/Reader, focuses on Jim Jimenez/Reader

Prompts: Tucking a strand of hair behind your lover’s ear  

Reader Gender: Non-Binary

CW: flirting, dressing each other, yearning, mention of knives, mention of the British/racism

Word Count: 606

Summary: The British are coming aboard, everyone is scrambling, and Jim is struggling to button their pants. You suppose it was the perfect opportunity to flirt.

S1E1

A/N: Life has been super busy, but I finally finished this!!

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Teal & Orange Writing Challenge Masterlist

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It's funny how stressful situations can make you calm. A wave of calmness washed over you when Stede handed you a set of his clothes. Your hands were surprisingly steady as you buttoned up the shirt, pants, and vest. The anxious hum that should have been buzzing under your skin was surprisingly absent. As you secured the last button on the intricate yellow vest, you looked over at Jim.

They were struggling with the row of buttons on their blue pants. You smiled softly – they were entirely endearing – and walked over.

“Here,” You said as you approached, “let me.” Gently, you took their pants from them and began to fasten the buttons. The tension between you was palpable. You could feel their eyes on you. There was a sweet intimacy to dressing someone. As you finished the last button, you glanced up. They were staring at you from under the brim of their hat and, despite the beard, they were definitely blushing slightly.

Your hands traveled up and fluffed the frill of their shirt. “You look really nice in this.” They blushed and tipped the brim of their hat to hide it. You smiled softly as the familiar butterflies battered your ribcage. “Watch our backs?”

Jim smiled from under their hat and nodded as if to say “always.”

If you were honest with yourself, you really didn’t think the plan would actually work. Playing dress-up to outsmart the British navy wasn’t exactly how proper pirates did business. Then again, you suppose the crew of the Revenge weren’t exactly proper pirates, were you? Still, the adrenaline when Jim threw their knife, the relief as they left, and the excitement afterward, were buzzing in your veins. You were still in the fancy clothes Stede loaned you. There was a cup of mystery liquid – probably some form of alcohol – that Wee John had happily put in your hand with a clap on your back in celebration.

Your gaze scanned over your celebrating crewmates. It naturally fell on Jim, who was still in their borrowed clothes as well. They looked so attractive in the royal blue outfit. They were holding a cup, sipping as they watched the others laugh and celebrate. You smiled, a familiar wave of love and yearning washing over you.

You had yet to thank them. Their quick knife throw had saved you and Frenchie, and everyone else really, from the British’s verbal abuse. And on top of that, they’d given you a hand in tying one of them up. With a quick swig of your drink and a deep, centering breath, you walked over to them.

They looked at you and raised their cup in greeting as you approached.

“Hey,” You said, “I never did thank you for want you did back there.”

They shrugged as if to say, “no problem.”

“No, I’m serious. I really appreciate you havin’ our backs.” They looked down at their cup. Gently, you reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear. “I really did mean it, by the way. You look incredibly handsome in this. Even more so than you normally do.” It came out more of a whisper. Your heart was in your throat and the butterflies danced in your stomach. It was such a bold and unusual move in comparison to the tentative flirting you did.

Jim blushed, smiled, and dipped their hat. They couldn’t say anything, but their response was clear enough. The sentiment was shared. A tension settled over you after that. And you were both barely preventing yourselves from breaking that tension in front of the whole crew.

Maybe one day.

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[lancelotscloak]

Colors I Have Known — MLQC Lucien's playlist 🦋

Note: I made this playlist last year, but never got the chance to share it (more like, I was afraid it wasn't good enough or I misinterpret Lucien's relationship with MC). But now I'm proud of the result and want you guys to have a listen too :)

Please enjoy it in order because I carefully chose the songs based on lyrics that describe his life before and after he met adult MC.

TRACKLIST:

Astronomical by SVRCINA

The endless of darkness is hovering The sound of the silence is deafening

Fine Again by Seether

It seems like every day's the same And I'm left to discover on my own It seems like everything is gray And there's no color to behold

They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah Try to stay sober, feels like I'm dying here

Magic Man by Heart

Cold, late night so long ago When I was not so strong you know A pretty man came to me I never seen eyes so blue You know, I could not run away it seemed We'd seen each other in a dream Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me

Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell on You) by Aqualung

I've been watching your world from afar I've been trying to be where you are And I've been secretly falling apart Unseen

Kiss from a Rose by Seal

You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?

Trampoline by SHAED

I've been havin' dreams Jumpin' on a trampoline Flippin' in the air I never land, just float there As I'm looking up Suddenly the sky erupts Flames alight the trees Spread to fallin' leaves Now they're right upon me

Wait if I'm on fire How am I so deep in love? When I dream of dying I never feel so loved

Love or Confusion by Jimi Hendrix

Oh, my mind is so messed up Going round and round Must there be all these colours Without names, without sound, baby?

My heart burns with feeling, but I Open my mind, it's cold and reeling Is this love, baby, or is it confusion?

Cut by Plumb

If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don't want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside

I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I'm tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut

Neptune by Sleeping at Last

I'm only honest when it rains If I time it right, the thunder breaks

When I open my mouth I wanna tell you but I don't know how I'm only honest when it rains An open book, with a torn out page

I Found by Amber Run

And I'll use you as a focal point So I don't lose sight of what I want And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would

Colorless by Copeland

She used to rely upon your shoulder For your compassion to enfold her For your colorless to calm her red To the bluest greens and clearest clears instead Now the deepest blushing of your lover's kiss Will live forever in your consciousness It was red like wine and bent your mind the same To the roar of gold that you could never tame

Now I can't see you Were we colorless anyway? Now I can't feel you

Try Again by Keane

Why would I wanna see you now? To fix it up, make it up somehow

Baby, I'll try again Try again Baby, I die every night Every time

What I was isn't what I am I'd change back But I don't know if I can

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[lovelytarou]

tidal waves

pairing: atsumu miya x reader

genre: angst, suggestive

tags: high school sweethearts(?), breakup, strangers to lovers, mentions of cheating

a/n: i was about to put in some warnings for toxic relationship, but i couldn't do that to tsumu i don't hc him as someone who would do such a thing to his lover. also this is not proofread!!

atsumu is like a wild current, when you get taken by his strong waves, there is nothing else to do than just go with his flow.

this is osamu’s life ever since they were kids. it was nothing forced, he loved hanging out with his twin. although sometimes, atsumu could be a handful.

even while playing, atsumu is like a roaring tide – ready to take on whatever stands in his way and granted, he always gets what he wants.

his overzealous life is what keeps him going every day, playing with his 100%, not half-assing anything, and living life to its fullest.

atsumu realized he was in love when he had heard your laughter in the hallways.

everything stops then. he could've sworn none of the people that littered the hallways moved, and he felt his heart stop.

there you were – laughing with your friends, a bright beautiful smile on your face and letting out melodious sounds without seeming to notice the effect it had on him.

he could only stare at you for how long before he felt osamu whack him upside the head.

“hey, idiot. you havin’ a stroke or somethin’?” osamu narrowed his eyes on his brother, looking for anything off but he guessed atsumu has always been weird.

“let's go inside, class is about to start–”

“samu, who’s that angel?” atsumu cut him off, gaze still on your retreating figure. his voice sounded distant as him you're taking him with you as you walked away with your friends.

“huh? who? that girl? dunno her,” osamu shrugged before dragging his twin inside the classroom.

all day, you’ve been stuck in atsumu’s mind, not caring at all about the lectures. he had a goofy smile on his face as he stared out the window.

who are you? what is your name? do you know him? what class are you in? are you older than him? what are you doing now? why are you so beautiful?

there are so many questions that atsumu miya would like to know. and the first thing in his list is to ask you on a date.

he sure hopes you’re not dating anybody.

the second time atsumu saw you was when you were sitting inside the gymnasium with a friend, holding what looks to be a bento box. were you giving it to someone? his heart fluttered inside his chest, imagining the receiver to be him.

god, he wished it was him.

his gaze tore off you when a ball hit his head. his glare was immediately wiped off his face when he saw who threw the ball at him.

“atsumu, pay attention.” kita scolded, the cold expression on his face causing a shiver to run up and down his spine. he could really be scary without even trying.

“sorry, captain!” he saluted before jogging off to his position.

osamu had noticed that atsumu felt a little off that day. not in a sense that his performance was bad, per se. more so, he was pushing himself to his limits. other than that, he kept glancing to the stands and doing spontaneous moves with his irritating smirk on his face.

he has always been observant, and he had seen this expression on his twin’s face before.

atsumu likes someone. but he doesn’t know who.

osamu kept a close eye on his twin as they continued practicing. the team they are up against are coming in a moment now and they don’t need to waste any time.

when break came, atsumu kept whining about how his body hurt as he downed his bottle of water. osamu can only roll his eyes as his twin obviously was showing off when he lifted up his shirt and wiped it on his sweating face. a few fangirls of theirs squealed from the stands, and although atsumu would sometimes bask in their praise and screams, this time, he had a pout on his lips as he stared at that same spot once again.

“who the hell are you lookin’ at?” he can't help but interrogate his twin, he's highly suspicious and he wanted atsumu to just spit it out instead of acting this way. or else, his performance will surely affect the game.

“hm? oh, them.” atsumu pointed at you, who’s on the edge of your seat as you looked at their opponent who is now entering the gym.

oh. that girl he heard laughing in the hallway.

his gaze then shifted to what you’re looking at and realized it was the captain of their opposing team you were ogling.

oh.

osamu shook his head, “leave it, ‘samu. yer hopeless.” patting his twin on the back, they jogged back over to greet the other team before the game started.

atsumu played normally throughout the game, albeit a little harshly against your boyfriend. he gave them little to no opening, and they even scored a point lower than theirs. nevertheless, he gripped the captains hand after the game a little too tight with a fake smile on his face.

he followed you as you pranced towards your boyfriend and gave him the bento box. he felt his stomach turn when he leaned down to kiss you. finally, he decided he can no longer watch and turned his back to you.

what a lucky bastard.

atsumu didn’t sleep a wink that night. his thoughts kept drifting back to you, thinking about how he has no hope like what his twin said. he thought about what could’ve been if he was in that guy’s place. he’ll always flaunt the bento you bring him in front of the team, he’ll even take you to their practices and walk you home afterwards. maybe have a date, or just hangout in yours or his house.

he’ll treat you better than that guy.

the next day, atsumu decided he can’t have you and what he feels is only a crush. a crush so intense, he had his heart broken by someone who he doesn’t even know.

the third time he saw you was when you were crying alone in one of the stairs. he was supposed to go back to the classroom that time but he stopped in his tracks when he saw you, head dropped down as your sobs and sniffles echoed. he gulped, feet frozen from where he stood, not knowing whether to reach out for you or if you will even like to be approached right now.

clearing his throat, he took a few steps towards you as he sat a few inches away from you. you gasped when you lifted your head up as you saw him, quickly wiping away your tears as you looked away from atsumu.

“hey, so, uh...you okay?” he was hesitant. he felt like he was approaching a wild animal instead of offering comfort for someone who was crying their eyes out.

“no...” your small voice answered, sniffles followed after that and before he knew it, you were crying again.

his eyes widened in panic as he wracks his mind on what to do.

“hey, shh! uh, calm down. um – shit –i'm sorry, i didn’t mean to make you cry harder, oh fuck–” he decided to put his arms around you and bring your head to his chest. he rocked the two of you from side to side as he shushes you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

“there, there.” he patted your head when he felt you calm down. he winced at the wet patch on his uniform but he didn’t comment about it. “a beautiful person like you shouldn’t be crying, anyway.”

he heard you let out a breathy chuckle as you pull yourself away from him. a tinge in his heart made him wish that you hadn’t pulled away from him too soon. all his feelings from long ago suddenly rushed back, looking at your tear streaked face and reddened nose. even after crying you looked radiant.

“sorry about that, i don’t usually go around crying on strangers.” you forced a smile, hiccuping slightly as you forced yourself to calm down some.

“but thank you. i, uh, i needed that.” this time, it was a genuine smile.

“no worries! i just happen to pass by and you know, yer lucky it was me, because if it was somebody else they might take advantage of you or somethin’,” he rubbed the back of his nape, a blushing blooming across his face as he averted his gaze from you.

it was totally not because he realized it was his crush from before and he wanted to comfort you. nope!

“sorry about your uniform, um...” your eyes switched to his face then to his tear stained uniform.

“atsumu. atsumu miya. but you can call me ‘tsumu,” he offered his hand, blush still on his face. you told him your name as you shook his hand.

“i can wash it for you if you want?” even if your offer might sound like he might have a chance to see you again, he decided he doesn’t want to burden you with it and shook his head no.

“nah, i’ll be fine. don’tcha worry yer pretty little head over it.” he went and ruffled your hair, making you smile as you rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away.

“you know, there’s something that can help you feel better.” he added, a thoughtful look on his face. for a moment, you admired how expressive he is with his emotions. you can’t deny that he looks cute.

atsumu dragged you away from the stairs and out of the campus. your eyes widened in shock upon realization that you two are going outside despite the class not being over yet. what is with this guy? what if he’s a delinquent all along!

“um, atsumu, we shouldn’t be leaving the school right now...” your worried tone made him turn his head to you and flashed you a grin. you swore your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you like that.

“don’t worry, i’m sure you can ace yer classes, anyway. and yer goin’ to like this, i promise!” you can’t help his energetic self rubbing off on you and let him lead the way to wherever it is he’s going to take you.

he might look all suave and composed, but inside he’s panicking just by the feel of your soft palm against his.

you’re holding hands, for heaven’s sake! he just comforted you because you were crying and now he’s holding your hands! he might pass out at this point, but he’s not done with his mission just yet. he wouldn’t let this day end without you being at least a little bit happy.

you both stopped in front an ice cream stand that many students also frequented. atsumu dug in his pockets for money, his tongue poking out. he paid the vendor and soon, he’s holding two ice cream cones with his favorite flavor.

“try this! it’s the best!” he handed you the other ice cream cone, immediately scarfing his own as he watched your face expectantly.

you took a small lick on the cold dessert and you were suddenly taken to heaven. whatever this is he gave you, it was good.

you moaned when the flavors bursted in your tongue, “you’re right! this is the best!”

atsumu laughed at your face, ice cream making a mess on your lips, near your cheek and even your nose! it was cute for him, and he felt himself fall in love all over again.

when you noticed him staring at you with an amused smile on his face, you tilted your head in confusion, hand going up to swipe at your cheek. but it only made the mess even worse by the action.

“what’s wrong, ‘tsumu? is there something on my face?”

atsumu shook his head as he bit his lip, holding back his laughter.

“nope, yer all good! nothing wrong with yer face at all!” turns out you didn’t trust him so you went to the car parked on one of the stores nearby. you gasped upon looking at your reflection. you were a mess!

nothing wrong with my face, my ass.

“tsumu! you’re so mean!” you whined, immediately wiping your face with a tissue that came with the ice cream.

the man in question only laughed at your reaction. you can only glare at him playfully as he seemed to almost run out of breath from laughing at you.

meanwhile, atsumu can’t help but think that this is probably one of the first time in a while where he laughs happily. and it’s over something stupid as seeing your face with ice cream.

“s-sorry! can’t help it, you looked ridiculous!” he managed out in between laughs.

once he calmed down, he apologized sincerely to you dragged you once again to who knows where.

the two of you skipped class that day.

since then, you and atsumu kept hanging out. usually with his twin, osamu, and sometimes tagging you along to their volleyball practices and even introducing you to the whole team. everybody seems to know you already from how much atsumu has told them about you. he can’t help it, you’re just so amazing that you take his breath away.

it didn’t take them too long to notice how much you two grew closer and closer.

atsumu has never been the one to be nervous before, during, and after their games. he likes to call himself level-headed when it comes to tense situations, not immediately letting his nerves take control of his body and consume him.

he lived for the thrills of life.

so, why, when he looks at you as you smile at him while pointing to a cotton candy stand did he feel his heart race a mile a minute? he was just going to ask you out.

and if you said no, then he’ll understand. it wouldn’t be the first time he’ll experience heartbreak.

“look, ‘tsumu! they have a lot of cotton candy there! let’s go, maybe we can buy some before they ran out.” you tugged at his hand and pulled him towards the stand. he lets himself get dragged by you. he paid the vendor absentmindedly.

throughout the day, atsumu keep glancing at anything except for you. he even forgot to eat his own cotton candy and instead let you eat it.

when you asked him to go to the rides in the fair, he agreed, which is why you both find yourself in the front seats of the roller coaster.

okay, since when the hell did the two of you get there?

he looked over at you who’s smiling from ear to ear, screaming in excitement as you put your arms in the air. you looked so beautiful, still so amazing in his eyes. he doesn’t deserve you but he doesn’t want to let you go ever again.

the ride is pulling back, back, back until it snapped. there was a deafening silence before the ride fell slowly then faster and faster until it threw you into a high spiral.

you were screaming, the people behind you were screaming, but atsumu can only shut his eyes because he was feeling dizzy.

“y/n! will you go out with me?!” he shouted into the air. there was absolutely no way that you can hear him over the screams and the air attacking your ears.

“what?!” you screamed back.

“will you go ou–”

“no, i heard you! i was just asking if you were serious!”

“yes i am! i'm in love with you!”

your heart flew along with the rollercoaster and you think it was the most memorable moment than all the rides in the amusement park.

“yes!” you laughed, feeling giddy all over. it might be because of atsumu or it could be because of the rollercoaster.

“what?!”

“i’m in love with you too!”

you both went home hand in hand, smiling at each other like two lovestruck idiots.

dating miya atsumu was like being caught in a wild current. and just like everything else when they're taken by his strong waves, you went along and swam perfectly with his flow.

you were there for him when he has a match. wearing his jacket as you cheered for him louder than the school’s band. he appreciates it, really. he finds it endearing how you showed all of your support for him and in turn, he scored every point for you and only you.

he’s the sweetest boyfriend. promising you’ll never regret a moment if you agreed to go out with him. a date turned into two, and before you knew it, you’re both falling deeper and deeper in love with each other.

he has your restaurant orders memorized, almost like muscle memory at this point from how often you two always spent time with the other. you even know where he last put something of his when you both decided to move in together.

college came and the two of you can’t help the stresses it came with it. yet, the flame of your love couldn’t burn any brighter. despite the hectic schedules, you both find a way to spend even at least a day with the other. squeezing in dates in the weekends, study dates on wednesdays, even hanging out sometimes in the cafeteria.

then there was that party after they won against another univerity’s team. it was loud, the place packed with people, swimming with drinks and drunk in the thrill of the party.

he has an arm wrapped on your waist protectively as you both wafted through the house. he had a few drinks in him, and when you told him to calm down a bit he only dismissed you saying he can handle himself.

“i’m gonna go and get us drinks, babe. wait here.” he slurred, kissing your temple as he got up from his spot next to you on the couch, waddling through the people to get to where the drinks are.

you stayed put on the couch, eyes straying to the couple making out on the couch across from yours. almost all the people around you are either touching each other or having a lip locking session by themselves.

it made you squirm in your seat as you thought about atsumu’s lips on yours, hands wandering all over your body like what these people are doing right now.

it must be the atmosphere or the alcohol you had downed a while ago, but it suddenly felt too hot. you took off your top layer of your clothes and fanned yourself with your hands.

atsumu still wasn’t back so you decided to get up and check on him, avoiding the grinding bodies of people.

your heart sank, a boiling rage bubbling inside you as you saw him in a corner with a girl who was also very much drunk and all over your boyfriend. she was getting handsy with him and you hated it. you should be the one touching him like that, not some girl in this party that he wouldn’t even remember the day after.

huffing, you walked towards him and grabbed his hand.

“baby, there you are! what took you so long?” your hands flipped his body towards yours so the girl would be stuck with the sight of atsumu’s back.

your boyfriend’s eyes are a little unfocused as he glanced down at you. it widened when he saw who it was, a smile stretching his face upon seeing who it is.

“hey there, yourself.” his eyes drank you in, taking every bit of skin exposed, until they landed on your lips. “god, yer smokin’ hot.”

he captured your lips with his, you let yourself appreciate the moment, hands playing with his hair as you purposely make loud moans while opening your eyes slightly to see the girl he was with a while ago with an enraged look.

i win.

you would've scoffed at her when atsumu’s hands drifted down to your hips, grinding his own to yours as he started nipping your jaw and neck.

“let’s go somewhere private, baby, please.” he suckled on the spot near your collarbone before travelling back up to your neck, lips nibbling on your earlobe, “wanna touch you, wanna feel you, please, baby, please.”

the neediness laced in his tone almost made your knees give out underneath you. a hot liquid feeling inside of you swirling in your stomach as you felt arousal cloud your whole being.

biting your lip, you nodded at him, pecking his lips one last time before dragging him to a more private place.

you stopped in front of a room, knocking first to see if there’s anyone inside. when no one answered, you both proceeded to go in, locking the door behind you. atsumu was quick to pin you against the door, attacking your lips with rough kisses as he grinded his pelvis against yours.

“fuck, baby,” he moaned between kisses, “i want you, ‘m gonna make you feel so fucking good,” it wasn’t a promise, more so it was a statement. you know, he’s going to make you feel so good by the end of the night, and you don’t doubt that one bit.

“ah! i know, baby. nnngh– fuck,” you whimpered when his hand travelled down to touch you beneath your bottoms, “l-let’s move this to the bed,” you panted, out of breath just from him kissing you alone.

it took him a while to get his hands off you and process the words you said to him. he lifted you up with ease and threw you onto the bed, removing both of your clothes with lightning speed. he couldn’t wait anymore, he just wanted to be inside you, entangled with you.

before he can position himself inside you, however, you pushed him down with all your might and straddled his hips.

you showed him just who he belongs to that night.

you thought it was silly, the next day you asked him about the girl last night. it sparked something in him, causing him to snap at you.

“what do you want me to say, y/n? that i’m cheatin’ on you? for fuck’s sake, i don’t even know the girl! so will you stop bitchin’ about it?!” he was seething, not even sparing you a glance as he spat those words at you.

your chest felt tight as you stared at him with disbelief.

many fights followed after that.

atsumu realized he fell out of love for you when he doesn’t look forward to coming home. he looks like a robot, emotionless as he only grunted to acknowledge your presence, if he even acknowledged it at all.

you would eat together, but no word will be spoken unless it would start another fight.

it was getting tiring, to say the least. every other day, all the two of you have been doing was make up, fight again, then make up. you would storm off, he would follow after you, you will both apologize, you will fight again in the morning, the house will be filled with angered screams.

you both lied in bed, backs facing each other, feeling the cold wrapping the two of you like a blanket.

he never invites you to his games anymore. never puts any effort on dates, or even study dates the two of you were used to doing. you rarely even see his face unless it was to come home and get his stuff and then he was gone. sometimes days, weeks, it even came to a point where he disappeared for a month.

the both of you don’t even know, how or why you started fighting like this. how you both drifted apart when it’s been going great to the two of you.

as per usual, it was osamu who noticed the whole ordeal. he never saw you with his twin anymore, never brings you up to any conversation. the light in his eyes seemed to dull, and he looked like he wasn’t getting any sleep.

“how’s y/n, by the way? you seemed to stay here more than yer guys’ own place,” he wss just making small talk, moving around his own kitchen as he prepared dinner for himself and his twin who’s sitting on his couch in the livingroom, busy playing games.

“fine. just busy with her studies ‘s all,” atsumu nonchalantly replied, paying half a mind to what his brother was saying.

“you guys doing alright?” osamu almost broke the bowl he was holding when atsumu let out a curse.

“i just said we’re fine, samu! god, this is why i don’t want to stay here in the first place.” atsumu stormed off, throwing the controller on the couch before slamming the door shut.

osamu doesn’t understand why his brother got mad at that. but judging by his reaction, things with the two of you weren’t fine at all.

it was cold when atsumu went outside, his own breaths coming out in smoke as he leveled his breathing. if somebody mentioned you one more time, he’s sure he was going to lose his shit.

he brought out his phone, dialling a familiar number and bringing the device to his ear, waiting for it to ring.

“are you home right now?”

moans and sounds of slapping of skin reverberated in the room. both of their sweaty bodies moving against each other desperately. it felt good, too good. but it wasn’t you, atsumu know that. but for a while, it made him forget about you.

with her, he can control her however he wanted. pleased him however he wanted. without complaints, without second thoughts, she simply just allows him to use her body whichever way he wanted.

“a-ah! atsumu, i– fuck! i lo-love you–”

atsumu gripped the girl’s neck, cutting off her air slightly but not completely, enough to make her lightheaded.

“shut up, cumsluts don’t talk unless i order them to,” he punished them with bruising thursts of his hips, chasing after his own release.

the girl screamed louder and louder. it felt too good, he hits all the right spots leaving her to roll her eyes to the back of her head, seeing stars behind her eyelids.

atsumu stayed the night in the girl’s house, limbs entangled as they fucked again and again and again until all thoughts of you disappeared from his head.

two weeks later, he texted you saying he wants to break up. you felt suffocated. lungs fighting over the sobs wracking your body as you hugged yourself tight. after being disconnected with him for so long, worrying yourself over where he could’ve gone or how he was. he’s only going to give you a text saying he wanted to break up without even sparing you an explanation? it’s like you didn’t even spend years together.

your brain remembered his words from when you first started dating. he said you will never regret a moment when you agreed to go on a date with him.

yet as you found yourself lost in his wild tidal waves, the water choking you and not allowing you air to breathe, you were only left drowning in the sea.

turns out you couldn’t swim along with his flow anymore.

[hangovercurse]

blurb night!! big time friends to lovers fluff with colson? take it wherever you’d like i love the last one you did 🥺 hope you’re havin fun!

Holy shit this turned out so much longer than expected wtf

You and Colson had been friends for years, having met during the early years of his career. You watched him blow up from the backstage of every show. You held him when things started to crumble. You were there fore everything. 

Every relationship, every breakup, every success, and every mistake. 

You hated how cliché it was; the bestfriend falling for the guy that will never see her as anything more than his friend. But it was difficult when he told everyone you were his “person.” When he would call you from a party to tell you how great you were and how he wished you were there. When he would crawl into your bed to hold you when he knew you were feeling down or when he couldn’t sleep. 

How were you not supposed to fall in love with him?

But despite any feelings you held for him, you supported him through his relationships, always holding him when they inevitably ended. It broke your heart every time, seeing him blame himself for things that weren’t his fault. Every time one left him because he wouldn’t “calm down” for them or because they didn’t want him to spend so much time with Casie. The women in his life always seemed to want to change him into someone he wasn’t. 

But you loved exactly who he was. Broken pieces and all. 

He was laying sideways over your bed, facing the ceiling, smoking god knows what. “I just don’t get it,” he mused, eyes red from crying, “what is it about me that people can’t seem to love?” 

You were sitting against the headboard, bottle in your hands. You frowned at his words, heart sinking. “It’s not you, its the people. You are perfectly loveable.” 

He sent you a look, “you’re supposed to say that. You love me.” You got a bit nervous at his words, wondering if you’d really been that obvious with your feelings. “But I’m talking about love love, you know? Like we love each other, but we’re not in love with each other.”

You let out a sigh, both relieved and sad. “Yeah, I get that. But someone is gonna fall in love with you, promise.” You wanted to tell him that someone already had, but you knew this was not the time to have that conversation.

“Yeah, just not the person I want to fall in love with me” he mumbled, more to himself. 

You raised an eyebrow, not sure if you were supposed to hear that. “Who? Sommer?” You referenced the girl who’d just broken up with him. You didn’t realize he was that serious about their relationship. 

He shook his head, taking a hit of his blunt. “Nah, someone else.”

You tried to hind the sadness that settled into your chest at the thought of him loving, truly loving, someone else. “Anyone I know?” 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

“Well if you ever do, I’m always here.” You took a sip from your bottle, trying to push away your emotions. 

Colson looked up at you, a soft smile on his face, “that’s the problem, isn’t it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pushing yourself up further against the headboard, “what?” You were confused, did he not want you around anymore? Was he blaming you for his failed relationships? It didn’t make sense, especially because he came to you.

He closed his eyes, throwing his head back against the bed. “That came out wrong, it’s not a problem. I mean it is, but not the way you’re thinking.”

You took another sip from the bottle, not prepared for whatever he was about to say. “What did you mean to say?”

“Nothing, I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

“But you did.” You took another drink, staring him down. “What did you mean?” 

He muttered a “fuck” under his breath, sitting up and moving to sit in front of you, knees pulled to his chest lazily. “The person I’m in love with, who isn’t in love with me,” he paused, taking a deep breath and looking down. You searched his face for a sign of what he was going to say. “Never mind. It’s stupid.” 

You had come to the conclusion that one of two things would happen. One, he’d tell you that you were getting in the way of his relationships because his girlfriends never wanted you around. Or two, he confesses his undying love for you. The first one felt more plausible, so you decided to do what you’d been wanting to for a long time. Something is going to happen tonight that’s gonna change your friendship, so you might as well lay it all out on the line. 

After setting your bottle on the table next to the bed, you moved to sit on your knees, leaning towards him. Your hands rested on his knees, thumbs rubbing small circles on them. “You can talk to me, you know.” 

“Not about this.” He muttered, eyes still not making contact with yours. “It’s gonna mess things up and I’d just rather keep things the way they are.” 

You let out a dry laugh, “I mean, I’m already planning on messing things up. If you’re thinking about it, might as well do it. No need to keep holding onto something if it’s not working.” You moved one hand to touch his face, encouraging him to look up at you. 

Confusion crossed his face as he saw the gloss of tears you were holding back over your eyes. You smiled sadly at him, knowing the next words you said were probably going to push him away forever. “You are loveable, Colson. I know because I’m in love with you.”

Shock came over his features, followed by a smile. He grabbed your face in his hands and pulled your lips against his. You were surprised to say the least, but eagerly kissed him back. 

“I thought you would tell me you hated me if I told you I was in love with you” he whispered, forehead resting on yours. His knees had moved apart to pull you between them. 

You let out a humorless giggle, “I thought you were gonna tell me that you didn’t want me around because none of the girls you’ve dated liked that we were so close.” 

He scrunched up his face in a surprised, almost offended way. “You really think I’d let anyone stop us from being friends? You’re funny.”

“I don’t know, you weren’t exactly obvious about what was in your head.” You said, shoving his chest playfully. A few moments of silence followed in which you and your best friend simply stared at each other. Suddenly, you whispered, “kiss me again.” 

And he did.

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~Crüe AU writings 21~

I guess the chapters are gonna be as long as they need to be to tell the narrative I wanna tell. They may be short but I hope you enjoy regardless!

~Shandi

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~VAMPIRE AU II Part 3~

Summary: Vulnerability is dangerous for a Vampire, but sometimes it can’t be helped.. (told from Paul’s POV)

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I will adjust to this place in time. It's true that I had been on the run for what seems like an endless time and I do miss the lavishness that I had grown accustomed to in New York, but Los Angeles is my new home now, has been for months. And I was going to have to adapt to living with others again. It's still difficult sometimes. I have lost much. My home. My friends. My greatest protector and lover. All to that Hunter. I am still afraid that he will find me. Kill everyone I know. Then when I have nothing left, he will take my life. But I mustn't allow such thoughts to cloud my judgment. I must keep myself out of sight. I believe Heather when she says that she will help me. She is the only true friend I have left. The two I live with now..they are still such mystery to me..but an intriguing one~

Mick is clearly an Elder. He is level headed. Logical. Intelligent. He knows how to survive. Not bad looking either~ And then there's Nikki. He despises me. I see it in his eyes. He has the mannerisms of one who has had a difficult life before being given this one. Possibly abuse. The poor darling little Pup. I must take care to not be a source of trauma. Perhaps he will speak of it at a later time.

I can’t help but be annoyed as I brush my hair. One of the things I actually miss about my humanity is being able to look at my own reflection. I must always look my absolute best. Always. Even as I sleep. Nikki just rolls his eyes and shuts himself into his coffin, but Mick is intrigued. His eyes linger on me. "What's the point if you're just goin' to sleep?" I just chuckle. "Force of habit. You will find that I am extremely vain~"

"I could tell that from the way you were dressed."

"Do you think I'm beautiful~?"

"Would you throw a tantrum if I said no?"

"Would you say no?"

"Course I wouldn't."

"Then you do~"

"I think the answer is obvious."

"You're teasing me~"

"If I were teasing you, you would know."

"Ohhhh would I~?"

He takes my brush from my hand and starts running it through my hair. "Believe me..you would."

How fascinating he is~ I can't really figure him out, probably because he doesn't want me to..which makes him all the more desirable~

No.

I am moving too quickly. I cannot allow myself to form a bond with another. The Hunter could find me at any time and.. "I-I think that's good enough..thank you." I quickly take the brush from his hand and move away. He crosses his arms. "Thought we were havin' a moment there."

"I'm sorry..it's too soon."

"What is?"

"I can't let that Hunter take everything away from me again."

"He's not gonna find you here."

"You don't know that for certain! He's not like other humans. He's obsessed. Fanatical! He won't stop until he gets me!"

I'm frantic. I'm panicking. I can't think straight. All I can see is the Hunter standing over the corpses of my friends and aiming his crossbow at me. There's nowhere to run. Nowhere!

"Not this time."

I feel someone's arms envelope me, holding me tightly. It's so comforting..

"Come back."

That voice..it's Mick. Everything comes into focus again. "I..I'm sorry.."

"None of that. I get that you're worried. But I promised Heather that you would be safe here, and I'll make sure of that. You get me?"

"Y-yes."

"Good. Rest now. We'll figure out the rest when night comes."

"Alright~"

I watch him go to his coffin and lift the lid. I don't know how he managed to do what he did. Who knew that just feeling arms around me like that would make me feel so calm? So cared for?

"If you don't wanna sleep alone tonight.." I look up at him when he speaks again. "..there's room for one more." If I were still human, I'm certain I would have blushed~ "What a gentleman you are, Mick Mars. There is nothing I would enjoy more than sharing a coffin with you~"

I have not slept well since I lost my lover. In his arms..perhaps I will truly rest peacefully~

To be Continued!!

[deathonyourtongue]

Willow Run | Ch. 4

Summary: On a horse ranch in Texas, life is far simpler than on the streets of Bakubah, but Syverson has a bad habit of taking in strays of all kinds, no matter what demons may be after them. Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC Word Count: 2K Warnings: Death. Yeah, I said it.  A/N: You guys are the absolute best! I apologize in advance for what I’m about to do (my body count is WAY too high at this point, but a niche is a niche I guess, right?) CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 |

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If pain and suffering were library books, Syverson was way past due. 

Despite all the extra work he’d put in, Sy slept fitfully. Sasha's presence had more than once awoken memories of his past and now, without his consciousness to act as a filter, his mind was having a field day as it dragged him down memory lane. He tossed, turned, murmured and finally cried out in sheer terror as the most horrific image of his life came back in full, breath-taking force.

Syverson sat bolt upright as the moment played out, his body covered head to toe in sweat, eyes wide and wild as he reached for a gun that hadn't been there in years; not since the incident with the window.

He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't block out the image, and even though he looked awake, Sy was still very much caught in the grips of his nightmare; the tears streaming silently down his face and his mouth locked open in a hoarse scream were proof enough.

Though Sasha had taken a bit to get comfortable in a new bed, she’d fallen asleep without much issue once she settled. After only about two hours’ worth of sleep, Sy’s scream jolted her awake, startling her badly until her mind was able to make sense of what was happening. Wearing only the t-shirt she’d grabbed from his laundry and not bothering to put on the shorts, Sasha dashed across the hall, opening the door to find Syverson awake, but not at all present.

She’d never seen a man look so terrified in all her life, and while most would find it emasculating to be so scared, Sasha knew better. This was no ordinary fear; this was a haunting, one that had probably been with him for years. Her heart broke for him as she approached slowly, seeing the tears pouring from his blue eyes. 

“Sy, sweetheart. Can you hear me? You’re having a nightmare, babe. Wake up.” 

Being careful about where she stood, Sasha slowly reached out and smoothed a hand over Sy’s curls, willing that her touch would bring him back to reality. 

Her voice and touch, so calm and soft in the midst of all the violence and screaming in his mind, snapped Syverson out of his nightmare and he took a gasping breath, looking and seeing her as if for the first time. Shaking his head to clear it, Syverson quickly wiped his eyes and tried for a smile to assure her he was okay.

"Hey, sorry. Did I wake you? I'm really sorry," he whispered, sniffling as he opened his bedside drawer and grabbed the black leg brace he hadn’t needed in a few weeks. Syverson's hands shook violently as he strapped the appliance around his leg, everything in his posture screaming of fear. He needed his pills, but they were down the hall and that meant attempting to walk. Syverson felt like kicking himself for being so stupid; the first time he had company in ages and he forgot to prepare the most basic of necessities in order to keep the night quiet for them.

"You should go back to bed, mama. Get some rest. I'll be fine, just need to grab a glass of water, then I'm back to sleep," he added, his eyes pleading with her to accept the bold-faced lie; it was the only area of his life that Syverson ever hid from anyone and he was certain he'd be able to hide it from her as well.

Sasha didn’t wait for Sy to continue telling his version of the truth and instead grabbed his water glass and made her way to the upstairs bathroom, filling it up with ice-cold water straight from the tap. Despite feeling like she was overstepping her bounds, she searched through the medicine cabinet until she found a prescription bottle with a valid date and Sy’s name on it. Relieved that it was Tramadol and not something stronger, Sasha returned and handed both over to Sy, her eyes holding the same sadness his had earlier in the day. 

“You need anything else?” She asked, cupping his face with her hand and  trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. Sasha felt like a chump for opening up to him about her past when it was clear he was unwilling to do the same and felt the need to hide so bad that he would lie about it just to pretend all was okay. 

Her hand on his face caused a hitch in his breath, Syverson nearly losing his composure once again at the gentility of her touch. He fought tooth and nail not to lean into it, rest his head on her palm and just let go as she had earlier; he was a man, and a soldier to boot. Soldiers weren't supposed to cry and they certainly weren't supposed to talk about how they felt or what they'd seen and done in far away countries.

Sitting there with Sasha, Syverson felt like letting it all spill out, laying his soul bare, and facing the consequences head on. His brain got the best of him however, and he kept mum. No use in terrifying the poor girl; she'd done nothing to deserve hearing about the atrocities he'd witnessed and done overseas.

"N-no, you just go on back to bed. No use in stayin' awake on my account," he murmured, the words sounding almost like a mantra; in fact, he had said them on more than one occasion to his own family. They'd all just looked at him with sad eyes, shaken their heads, and left the room. Syverson wasn't sure, but it didn't seem like Sasha would be so easy to shoo off.

His further distancing only opened the fresh wound in Sasha’s heart a little further, making her feel miniscule and stupid for being as candid as she had. It was an age-old double standard, one she’d thought would bypass her interactions with Sy, given how open he’d been all day. Whatever it was that plagued him, the walls he’d built to protect himself were high and steadfast. Sighing, she stood, raking a hand through her hair as she met his gaze.

“If we’re going to pretend that this never happened, that you don’t look like you’ve seen a ghost, then fine. But don’t expect me to open up about anything else in my life, if you’re unwilling to do the same. I’m not a little girl, Sy. I can handle whatever it is you seem so keen to hide away from the world.” 

Turning on her heel, Sasha gripped her stomach, ignoring her baby’s kicking as she began to make her way back to bed, wishing Sy wasn’t so stubborn.

It was the same old song over again and frankly, Syverson was tired of being the one to press play. His face crumpled and he let out a sob without being able to hold it back. When he spoke, his voice came out tinny and weak, but the desperation in it was as clear as the word was simple.

"Sasha!"

Syverson hoped it was enough, hoped she'd turn back and let him apologize, let him give in a little and let go the way she had. It wasn't easy for him to relinquish the control he usually kept so tightly bound on the subject, but he'd seen how his pushing had hurt her and Syverson didn't want to be the reason she walked out the door in the morning, never to come back.

She’d never heard her name called with such need, such distress before, and it stopped Sasha in her tracks. Born with a touch of a stubborn streak herself, Sasha had only planned on standing in the doorway to hear him out, but one look at Syverson’s tear-strewn face, the pleading in his eyes, and she moved as though being pulled by a magnet, sitting at his side in a matter of moments, all thought of being bull-headed forgotten. 

Syverson's tears subsided as Sasha sat down, his eyes red-rimmed and still filled with fear as he took her hand and held it in both of his.

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to havin' people around, especially for this crap. It's not somethin' I like talkin' about and people don't like hearin' it, so I was tryin' to spare ya. Didn't mean to push you away, sweetheart," he sniffled, his thumbs rubbing circles over her knuckles before he kissed them gently.

“Were you dreaming about whatever happened that sent you to the VA? I saw the album downstairs,” Sasha confessed, her free hand stroking through his curls, her face dipping to catch his gaze as Sy lowered his head, shaking it.

“Nah, that was just an IED that I had the misfortune of drivin’ over. It’s why I still have a prescription and a rod in my leg,” he answered, Sy clearing his throat before shaking his head once more, clearing the persistent whispers from his mind that told him to shut up and not talk about it any further.

“My nightmares are only ever about one thing. One little girl, actually. Her name was Zakiya. She was the sweetest lil’ thing. Big bright eyes, so expressive, she just put a smile on yer face immediately.” 

Sitting back against his headboard, Sy held Sasha’s hand a little firmer, his own trembling, although whether from pain or anguish, Sasha couldn’t be sure. 

“We used to drive through her village every time we left the wire. Back then, we always carried candy bars and extra MREs with us, mostly for the kids, but for people in need too. She’d come running every time she saw us comin’ through, like we were the ice cream man or somethin’. Anyhow, she took a shine to me. Would always ask for me to hold her, ‘cause I was taller than anyone in the village and she liked seeing out over the horizon.” 

Sy blew out a breath, his body beginning to rock back and forth as tears shimmered in his eyes once more. Sasha’s concern grew, her other hand covering the one already gripped in her palm. 

“We didn’t speak a lick ‘a each other's languages, but we somehow made it work. She always had a smile and a big ol’ hug for my neck. She wouldn’t let go until it was time for us to move along and even then, she stayed behind wavin’ like it was her favorite thing to do. She couldn’t ‘a been more than five or six.

“One day, we get there and she’s not there, waitin’. Instead, she’s in her father’s arms. He was a village elder ‘a some sort, and for whatever reason, had got it in his head that his wife and Zakiya had both dishonored him by being nice to us. Just for being nice, friendly...normal. By the time we got there, he’d already killed his wife...But he was waitin’ for us to show up before he killed Zakiya.” 

Sasha’s own heart clenched, knowing what was coming would be horror on a level she never hoped to experience first-hand, her sympathy and respect for Syverson going up exponentially as she steeled herself for the end of his worst nightmare. 

Sy kept his eyes on the mattress, his free hand picking at a loose thread in the bedding, terrified that after he told her everything, Sasha would never see him as the same man again. 

“I got on my knees for that man. Took off my helmet, my plates, everything. Told him to take me instead of her. I begged like the world was endin’ and I needed one more day. Our poor interpreter could barely keep up with me, I was talkin’ so fast.”

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Syverson let out a noise akin to a dying animal, folding himself in half for a moment before taking several rattling, deep breaths. 

“You know that famous shot of Jackie trying to catch Kennedy’s brain? He dropped her like a fuckin’ sack ‘a potatoes after he blew her head open, and all I could do was h-hold-” 

As a longing wail loosed itself from his lungs, Sy felt himself wrapped up in the fiercest hug he’d ever received. Sasha cupped the back of his head as her own tears slipped down her cheeks, unable to fathom how Sy had managed to go about his life with that sort of weight in his heart; she’d known men who’d taken their own lives for less.

“I’m so sorry, Sy,” Sasha whispered into his curls, her heart breaking at the way Syverson clung to her as though he were drowning. In a way, he was, Sasha wishing there was more she could do to help ease his suffering, though she wasn’t sure if anyone had ever even gotten this far with him before. 

“What happened to the elder?” She asked as she heard his breathing calm some. 

“I emptied a mag into his face.” Sy said resolutely, Sasha hearing no remorse in his voice, though she couldn’t blame him, given the circumstances. 

“No one in the village ever complained, not even his older kids. Think they were all afraid of him. We did them a favor. You don’t kill kids. Especially babies. You give ‘em kindness, compassion, love. That’s it. End of story. You hurt a child, you murder a child in cold blood like that? I put you in the ground, plain and simple.”

She held onto him, stroking his broad back, carding her fingers through his hair, letting him take the pain he’d held onto for so long and finally let some of it go. Though she knew he’d never truly recover from that day, Sasha hoped that finally talking about it to someone who wouldn’t judge or pity him, would make a small difference. 

His breathing slowed and Sasha gave him another squeeze, realizing something she hoped would help ease his pain further.

“For what it’s worth, Sy? If nothing else, you brightened that little girl’s day each time you saw her. You gave her a smile just like she gave you one. You were with her at the end and that’s what counts. She didn’t die alone. In a perfect world, she wouldn’t have died at all, but in the horror that was her final moments, she knew you were there. She knew.”

[sun-daddy-yoriichi]

hello! i absolutely adored your headcanons for obanai !! i was wondering if i might be able to request headcanons or a scenario for reader who’s uzuis adopted daughter and he’s super protective of her, and how her react if he found out she was going out witg obanai?

I’m starting to see a trend with Obanai being popular as hell. I can’t complain though, he highkey grew on me. Enjoy, lovie!

Obanai x Uzui!Reader : Adopted S/O Headcanons

▃▃▃Warning(s) : None

Listen, she can’t hide much from her adoptive father (and your three moms)

They’re not exactly oblivious to her shenanigans, though it would take them a while to figure it out. They did raise her, after all. She knew how to hide stuff from them.

When they did find out that she was going out with the Snake Pillar, there would be four seperate reactions for each of them, ranging from Calm to Temper Tantrum.

Hinatsuru would be the calmest about it, patting her daughter’s hair and congratulating her on finding a suitable lover. Suma would come soon after, tackling her into a tight hug and begging her not to grow up so quickly.

Makio is on another level, her first reaction to her precious baby having a boyfriend is to threaten his life if he hurts her. But we all know Obanai. He would never do something to willingly hurt his loved ones.

Uzui, though?

Hoo boy

Ya’ll best get ready for the Sound Pillar to freak out.

He won’t be outwardly upset at his daughter for havin a boyfriend. He could care less about that. Most of his worries would be centered around whether or not Obanai could live up to his standards. If he’s going to be okay with this relationship, Iguro better be ready to fight tooth and nail for her honour.

Don’t think he won’t try to get her to rethink, though.

Father Tengen is the jealous type

Don’t worry too much, though. Iguro is a Pillar, and he’s more than capable of taking care of his lover. Uzui will come to his senses soon enough, and lay off of him.

At least until he fucks up just a little bit.

Uzui is still going to be the protective father he is, even when his daughter can take care of herself.

He’ll never get used to his daughter growing up on him. She should have stayed young forever.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Bisexual!Granny Boone x Lesbian!Reader || Drabble

Plot: I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so here it is. Just some petty bickering between you and your lover’s beard. This is what happens when a gay woman’s bisexual lover marries a straight man. There is also, of course, feelings.

Warnings: Eh, bickering. Boone does not mind seeing you and Buckman fight at all- in fact, she watches it happen. So, she’s mildly abusive.

I was fine with the men Who would come into her life now and again I was fine, 'cause I knew That they didn't really matter until you I was fine when you came And we fought like it was all some silly game Over her, who she'd choose

(Lyrics from ‘It’s Over, Isn’t It?’ From Steven Universe)

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Knock knock knock!

“Aghhhh… “The primal, frustrated groan escapes you before you can restrain yourself. You both pull back at the same time, whether because you really both felt you needed to or because you knew she would and refused to endure that embarrassment of seeing her run off to him again you would never admit. You close your eyes, letting your hands fall from her soft hair to your lap, defeated for the time being. “At least he’s learnt howta’ knock… “

“That’s right.” Boone grins, eyebrows furrowing in a look caught between amusement and empathy, especially when I open my eyes and pout up at her. Her hands find your upper arms, near shoulders and holds your comfortingly. “There’s that. Wait right here, I’ll just see what he wants- it is his home.”

You take such a deep breath that your shoulders raise, and then fall dramatically as you sigh it out. “Okay… “With one final comforting squeeze to your shoulder, Boone gets up and rounds the corner from the living room to the front door. You amuse yourself with picking up your tea and dragging it to your lips as you hear the door open and quiet voices.

Like a secret. Like an inside conversation between them.

Her, and him.

Rolling your eyes and your shoulders simultaneously, trying to shake off the jealousy, you try to enjoy the feeling of steam on your face and the smell of the tea. It is nice. You brought it over from the town to the west when you went to visit and attend a ball.  Its jasmine and apricot and, honestly, you bought it for the packaging on its own. A beautiful deep purple and marmalade coloured box with intricate gold designs around the label. You had felt a bit magical just buying it, actually.

As you take a sip, the conversation at the door stops and instead footfalls replace the noise- footfalls that are definitely not your lover’s. Too heavy.

You hurriedly put down the cup and the saucer back on the table because you don’t trust your suddenly icy fingers not to shake too hard and spill the drink just in time for George to stick his head around the corner and greet you. For some reason, despite him being the second, the intruder in this relationship, the whole thing between you and Boone still feels clandestine. He knows all about it, he knows his role as her ‘beard’- yet you still feel like the outsider. The other lover.

It’s not a nice feeling.

“Afternoon, Y/N. Sorry to interrupt your lil girl’s night, hope ya’ll are havin’ fun! - I just forgot my hanky. I won’t be a moment.” Oh my God, he’s so patronising. ‘Girls night’?! It’s a date, you son of a bitch! He flashes a fake smile; A politician’s smile, before popping off up the stairs to search for it.

And, hanky??? I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous or translucent. You were headed to the bar for the night, sir. You couldn’t have used a napkin for your sniffles!?

You raise the tea back to your lips, throwing your head with elegance instead of pushing back the hair. “Of course, sir… “

“I just new you would understand!” He calls back, ruffling through some draws in the room above you. Boone, looking apologetic - but, still. Half amused. Half happy. Because he’s here, - sinks back down into the couch beside you, knees touching yours. That does calm you a bit- those small bits of affection always do. The small things always still feel rebellious, even now.

“Hm, really.” You ask sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at Boone but responding to her George. She grins and shakes her head, always liking it when you’re cheeky. Finishing another sip of your tea, you set it back down again as George comes back down the stairs, pocketing a particularly gaudy napkin with G.W.B stitched into it in thick lettering.

Then, to your horror, he looks between the door and the room you and Boone are sitting in and decides to come and seat himself down on the couch across from the two of you. Boone quickly, immediately puts a hand in both of yours, in your lap and you hold onto it like your life depends on it.

Or, like Georges life depends on it- which it very much might right now.

This man just loves to toe the line with me, doesn’t he… You think, glaring daggers at him. He’s so cheery, like he really doesn’t see much wrong with interrupting like this. Like he’s just being ‘cheeky’.

Oh noooo, no, no. He’s mistaken. He’s waging war.

“So, how have you been Y/N? Boones told me you went to a Ball in neighbouring Greenvill. How was that?”

Sarcastically, I quip back. “Oh, Greenvill was fine. Grapes are good this time of year- “Immediately I snap out of my restrained silence and lean forward, pointing a finger at him. “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me. We are not going to do this. No. Walk your britches out that door right this moment!” Boone squeezes your hand and pats it, watching your and her husbands now darkening glares at each other with a cruel entertainment.

“Oh, I’m just bein’ polite, dear. Do we have a problem?”

“Yes!” Absolutely!

“Well you can talk to your community representative about that! - Oh, wait.” He makes a show of putting his finger to his chin and looking as if he has just remembered something. “That’s me, isn’t it??”

“You know very well what this day is- mine. My day. What can I do to make you leave? Do you take bribes?”

“Now sweetheart, you and I both know there ain’t nothing you can give me that I can’t get myself.”

Oh, you are going to launch off this seat and dump the tea over his smug, patronising, misogynistic head. “Oh, well, what about threats, then??”

“If you can dish it out then I hope you can take it, too, Y/N.”

Seeing the line, the unspoken line that we never cross coming fast like a steam train, you pull back. Straightening your back and taking a deep breath through your nose, you calm down. He does the same, glancing up and muttering something to God, and Boone just looks from you looking silently at your knees and fuming, to her husband rubbing his hands together and looking down at the floor; And she smiles. An evil twinkle in her eye that neither you nor Buckman catch.

“Okay, Bucky, I’ll see you later? Y/N’s right, we were havin’ a date, and its not over yet.” Boone winks conspiratorially to him and you roll your shoulders back in discomfort- so does he. Her thumb rubs gently over your knuckles, and you let out all the breath you were holding in in an attempt to be quiet and calm. “That was my polite way of askin’ for you to leave, in case you didn’t catch it.” She jokes, with a hint of seriousness- because she really was hinting for him to leave. But she doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

Its like the tenseness of the room doesn’t even touch her.

“… “Georges glance at either o you in turn is dark, tired, before he gets up and straightens his back again after leaning on his knees for too long. “Course. Have a good evening, you two. Uh, “You can tell he’s struggling to think of a polite goodbye as he slowly moves out of the room, and you make yourself watch for a moment. Out of respect. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like him. There’s too much love and hope for the same woman between us for us to ever have a non-confrontational conversation as things are they this way, but we’ve both been in this horrible situation that he’s enduring right now, too many times. When you have to leave her, Boone, to be with the other. Like you’re the outsider. And I can sympathise with him… sort of… for that. “The tea smells lovely.”

Then, he leaves- but not before flashing you a look, and you share a moment. One teensy tiny moment without hostility.

A sharing of the wish that neither of you had to do that walk.

Then the man’s gone and Boone lets go of my hand, bunching her fists in your skirts to get your attention back which you gladly give with an - at first, - empty smile. “Now, where were we? Ah, I think we were just… about… here.” Our lips connect, and I forget all about what I was just thinking about.

Here. Always here.

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Not sure if requests are open, I’m going to assume they are, but if they are then do the obvious. - Romanced companionships react to sole who recently started suffering from sleep paralysis?

Wow finally, I finally completed a react  😂  I’ve been kinda distracted with Animal Crossing and Pokemon, and I’ve been working from home, and I’ve been busy selling my collection of Funko Pops on eBay, so I haven’t really had time to write one. Please forgive. Now, this react is focused on Sole’s first instances of experiencing sleep paralysis, so the companions don’t really know how to react. They confused. Please enjoy!

FO4 (❤️+ Nick & Deacon) Companions React: Sole Experiencing Sleep Paralysis 

Sole and their lover had finally made it back to Sanctuary after a long week of defending settlements and protecting the innocent.

Over the course of this period, blood was shed and many lives were lost. The most brutal fighting took place at Finch Farm.  After a particularly traumatic firefight against an army of synth invaders, and Sole’s mental state was starting to take a toll— the trauma was becoming hard to bear.

When Sole finally made it to their bed, they curled up to their lover and fell asleep almost immediately

…

[Sole’s POV]

A few hours later, Sole opened their eyes and saw two Gen 1 synths standing in the corner. Their robotic voices were discussing dismembering human beings and torturing innocent civilians. Sole watched as they ripped apart an innocent settler, who had appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Sole felt the warmth of settler’s blood splatter all over them and smelled the metallic stench of death.

…

[Companion’s POV]

[Companion] had awoken to Sole’ shaking and whimpering. They looked at their lover who was profusely sweating, their eyes wide, but vacant, and fixated on the corner of the room. 

...

Cait:

An alarmed Cait shot up, grabbing her lovers arm and giving them a rough shake.

“Hey there!”

Suddenly, Sole’s eyes came to life. They snapped out of the trance and let out a hysterical screech that startled Cait.

“Shite!”

Once the redhead calmed down, she noticed her lover breathing heavily, still shaken from the experience. 

“Goddammit, darlin. What the hell were ye dreamin about? Ye were giving the thousand-yard stare and sweatin...nevermind. Yer safe here. Try ta get some shut-eye now, ye?

Piper:

“Blue? Blue!” Piper hesitated for a moment before gently placing her hand on their shoulder, “Hey! Snap out of it!”

Sole’s breathing slowed a bit and Piper lowered her voice.

“That’s it...You’re going to be okay.”

Sole’s eyes fluttered open and Piper gave them a crooked smile.

“There you are; good to see you, Blue,” the reported whispered, pulling their lover into a tight hug. She quickly pulled back, laughing, “Ew...you’re all sweaty. Gross! I’ll go see if I have a change of clothes for you. Hang tight, ‘kay?”

Curie:

Curie sat up swiftly and gently rubbed Sole’s back.

“Shhh…” Curie cooed, careful not to make any sudden, aggressive movements, “It’s alright, my love. You’re ‘ere with me and you’re going to be alright.”

Sole’s breathing settled and Curie gave them a warm smile. She pulled her lover into her arms and gave them gentle pecks on their cheek and forehead.

“Feeling better, mon amie?”

Sole nodded and Curie beamed.

“Vantastic! Now, try to get some rest, okay?”

Hancock:

“Hey doll, you huff some bad jet before bed,” the ghoul joked,  “Ya look blasted.”

Sole’s eyes remained fixated on the corner of the room, their gaze practically burning holes through the walls.

Hancock cocked his head to the side.

“What’s wrong? What’re you staring at?”

The ghoul gave Sole a gentle shake, and their pupils dilated a bit.

“Synths,” a half-conscious Sole muttered “Gen 1.”

It was then that Hancock realized that his lover had been deeply affected by the battle at the Finch Farm. 

“Nothin to worry about here, gorgeous. Promise,” he stated, pulling Sole close, “It’s just me and you in here.”

Sole, finally snapping out of it, looked at Hancock.

“How’re ya feelin?” The ghoul asked, concerned “Need anything? Food, water...jet?”

Sole shook their head and Hancock smirked.

“If ya say so. More for me then,” the ghoul teased as he huffed some jet and gave Sole a kiss on the forehead.

MacCready:

MacCready hesitated a bit— he had heard that waking someone up from a nightmare could give them a heart attack and kill them. At least, that’s what the “certified doctors” at  Little Lamplight touted. 

When the mercenary could no longer watch his lover frozen in sheer terror, he decided to nudge them a bit.

“[Name],” he whispered cautiously.

When Sole continued to blankly stare, he tried again. This time, a bit louder.

“[Name]?”

Still nothing.

MacCready pursed his lips in frustration before trying a third time.

“[Name]! It’s okay, you’re here...er...in bed. We’re the only ones in here!”

Sole stirred a bit and the mercenary let out a  sigh of relief.

“There you go. It’s okay. It’s just me.”

Sole stared blankly at their lover for a few moments before MacCready pulled them into a hug. 

“Glad to have you back. Now try to get some sleep, we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

Preston:

“Hey, babe. Babe it’s alright,” Preston murmured, gently rubbing Sole’s back, “We’re the only ones here.”

Sole suddenly snapped out of their trance and stared at their lover.

“It’s alright, it’s just me,” Preston cooed, flashing Sole a small smile, “Just the two of us here.”

Sole looked around hesitantly, and then relaxed,

slumping into their lover.

“Now you need to get some rest, right General,” Preston teased, “The settlements need you.”

Danse:

“[Name].” Danse whispered firmly. He was familiar with PTSD-induced sleep paralysis; it was common among the Brotherhood soldiers. 

Sole glanced at Danse, still breathing heavily.

Danse placed his hand on Sole’s chest.

“There is no one else here. Just you and me.”

“Synths,” Sole blurted, voice wavering.

“No, there aren’t any sy—“ Danse pursed his lips in frustration before correcting himself and continuing, “...synths that will hurt you here.”

Sole, who was seemingly starting to snap out of it, stared at their the former paladin. 

Danse moved his hand from his lover’s chest to their hand and held it, giving it a form squeeze.

“Are you alright?” 

Sole nodded, and Danse let out a sigh of relief.

“Very well,” he began, giving Sole a peck on the forehead, “Now try to get some rest.”

Deacon:

“Woah! Easy there, killer!” Deacon stated, gently grabbing Sole’s arm. He immediately noticed their violent shaking.

“Hey, hey , hey, what’s going on, babe?”

“Synths,” Sole whispered, looking around.

“You better watch who you complain about synths, punk, There may or may not be a synth in the bed with you,” Deacon teased, waggling his eyebrows. 

Sole flinched.

“I’m sorry— not funny,” he apologized, pulling Sole into a hug and giving them a little nuzzle on the nose, “We left all those Gen 1’s back at Finch Farm. You’re safe here...at least from haywire synths. Not from tickles, though.”

Gage:

”Boss? What’re ya cryin about?...Boss?”

Gage stared at Sole, unsure what to do. He had no idea what was going on.

“Are ya havin a nightmare babe? ...But ya can’t be. Yer eyes are open.”

The raider stared at his lover for a few moments, before deciding he needed to take action.

“YO! BOSS! UP AND AT EM!”

Sole hollered in terror, jumping about a foot in the air and tumbling off the bed.

“Ha ha, gotchya!” Gage laughed, “Ya had me worried for a minute there— you were talking in yer sleep!” 

The raider offered his hand to Sole and helped them back into the bed. He gave them a playful noogie and then a kiss on the forehead.

“Dontchya go scarin me like that again,” Gage teased, “Next time I won’t help ya back onto the bed!”

Nick:

“Hey now, hey now,” Nick whispered, gently cupping Sole’s hand, “We’re the only ones here. There isn’t anything standing in the corner over there.”

Sole stared at Nick and the detective forced a small grin--though still concerned.

“That’s it. You can get through this, darling.”

After a few moments, Sole was able to snap out of the trance. They looked at Nick, who firmly squeezed their hand.

“How’re you feeling? Better?”

Sole nodded and the detective planted a soft kiss on their cheek.

“That’s great news. Why don’t you get some rest now? It’s well earned after all you’ve done for the Commonwealth.”

[lu-undy]

Chapter 84 - SBT

Here it is!

"Lu'...?"

Mundy's voice was muffled as he was still curled on himself on the sofa, using his lover's lap as a pillow while burying his head against Lucien's stomach.

"Oui?" 

"We argued." 

"Who?" 

"My dad and I… Eleven years I've been thinking they were dead, and the first thing we do is get mad at each other…" Mundy's eyes were closed, he couldn't face Lucien. He was ashamed of himself. 

"What did you argue about?" 

"The same thing we always did." Mundy sighed. "The same bloody thing… Me huntin' and not havin' a proper job and…" 

"But you do. You threw your rifles away and you help the poor now."

"I know…!"

"Do they?" 

Mundy shook his head against Lucien's belly. 

"Ah, I see. I guess you didn't have the chance to tell them…?"

Mundy nodded. 

"Mundy…?"

"Mh?" 

"Do you… Forgive me?"

Lucien saw his lover frown. 

"Have long have you known for?" 

"A few weeks. I must admit that I did delay because with my taking the teaching position, I was focusing more on that than on telling you about it. My intention never was to lie to you." Lucien paused. "In fact, a bit like you today, I argued with Maurice when he told me."

Mundy turned his head and looked up at Lucien's eyes. 

"Why?" 

"Because I hated that he confided it in me. I felt as if I was lying to you for something that was not even my concern! Maurice had trusted me with a burden…!"

"Did you ask him to tell me then?" 

"Non."

"Why not?"

"Because whatever would happen after you knew the truth would fall on me and not him." Lucien answered. "Such news is life changing, I knew you would collapse at least as you did when I saw you at the lake. And I knew that I would be there for you. When you fainted, did you not wonder how I made it to you when you woke up?" 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"Uh…"

"I never really left you at that door. I drove sufficiently far for you to think I was gone and I hid somewhere where I could still watch you, mon amour." 

"Oh…?" 

"And I saw you hesitate, turn your back, pace the pavement." 

"I nearly didn't go." Mundy said. 

"Why?" 

"Cause you scared me, Lu'. You said you thought I'd leave you for this. But nothin' in the world would make me leave." Mundy held him tighter. "You're too important." 

Lucien smiled, albeit with a hint of distress. 

"So are you, Mundy." 

"But yeah, at some point I thought that opening that door was asking for trouble and I could just walk away and not knock. No one would arrest me if I did. Now I realise I probably should have done what I thought and gone back home."

"Non." 

"But look at me now! I find out my parents aren't dead and just go and have an argument with my Dad! It's bloody ridiculous…"

"Mundy, stop seeing the glass half-empty." 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"Since when are you an optimist?"

"Since I have met you, mon loup." Lucien answered. "Look, you still have a lot to tell your parents. You have to tell them about the ten years you spent alone in the desert for most part, you have to tell them for Duchemin, although I'm pretty confident that Maurice must have told them. This is why you may now see your parents." 

"What?" 

"Since Duchemin is dead, there is nothing to fear. I am even told that the French secret services have destroyed an impressive part of his network. No one will run after you or parents; as for me, the spy is dead and buried."

"So that's what Maurice was waiting for to tell me the truth? He was waiting for Duchemin to die?"

Lucien nodded.

"Bloody hell…" Mundy went on. "It took ten years!"

"To Duchemin's credit, he knew how to hide. One of the few big criminals of the past decade at least, he was. His name will be remembered in the secret services at least."

"Ten bloody years…"

"That is how long it took for him to make a mistake and reveal his position, and that is how long it took for you to get your rifles back, and for me to put on a suit and tie again." Lucien went on, still playing with Mundy's hair between his fingers.

"You make it sound like stars are aligning, eh?" 

"Didn't they?" Lucien asked. "In the grand scheme of things, what were the odds of us meeting, hm? What were the odds of you going to the Queen Victoria of all places? What were the odds of me flying to the other end of the world?" 

"Guess you're right." 

"And what are the odds of your parents being still alive?" Lucien added and Mundy sighed. 

"What should I do?" 

"Mon amour, if I were you and my parents were still alive and walking this Earth, I would go and make the most of it. First, I would be honest with them, completely honest. I wouldn't leave them until I know all of their story and they know all of mine. Only then can you judge anything, even though, one might argue that you can always judge but not always understand." 

Mundy turned to lie on his back, his head still on Lucien's lap. The cats lay on his chest and stomach. 

"What d'you mean?"

"You can always judge. Judging doesn't need anything but a piece of information and your own moral compass. But understanding… To understand your parents and your father in particular, you need to know absolutely everything he did, minus what you knew but he didn't. You also need to be in the same… hm… state of the soul, if that makes sense." 

Mundy raised an eyebrow. 

"By which I mean that you need to feel the same feelings as he did back then, have the same thoughts that crossed his mind."

"It's impossible, isn't it?" Mundy asked. 

"Not completely. Even with fragments of what he knew and felt back then, you can understand him."

"How?" 

"Using this…" Lucien poked Mundy's chest. "And this…" He poked his forehead. "You know your parents, you know how they think, what they like and what they fear, you know their characters. You need to use this…" He poked Mundy's heart. "To understand them."

"Lu'... He blamed me." 

Lucien's eyebrows jumped. 

"He blamed me and said that I should've been home with them… He… He still thinks it's my fault." 

The Frenchman frowned and pulled his lover up. He hugged him dearly and sighed. 

"And what do you think, Mundy?" 

"I don't even know anymore, Lu', I don't know…" 

"Mundy!" Lucien's voice slashed through Mundy's ears. "Of course you do know! You are not responsible for anything! How could you let yourself believe that you bear any shred of guilt in your conscience for what happened to your parents' farm?!" 

"Lu'... I don't know… I just… My dad, he said that-"

"Don't trust him blindly!" Lucien stuck his hands on Mundy's cheeks left and right. "With all the respect that I owe to the man who raised you, please, do not believe something until you have proof enough to let yourself buy it." 

"What should I do then…?" 

"Tomorrow, we shall go and visit Maurice again. You ask him whatever is on your heart."

"Why him?" 

"Because if your parents know anything about you, it is through him and him only. And before facing them again, you need answers from Maurice." 

"Before facin' them again…?"

"Mundy, your parents are alive, there is no way on Earth you are not going to talk to them ever again."

"I… I want to see them and talk to them and…. Y'know… Been missin' them." Mundy buried his head in the crook of Lucien's neck. "I wish we could get along, y'know, I saw my mum with the same look, it-it killed me…!" Mundy clawed in his lover and Lucien heard him sniffle shyly, he was breathing more heavily and not regularly. The poor Mundy was crying. 

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah, sorry… I'm uh, I'm gonna calm down." 

"Non." 

"What?" Mundy raised his eyes to Lucien and saw cold eyes.

"Put on your shoes and follow me." 

"What…?" 

Not a minute later, they were both on Lucien's motorcycle and the Frenchman was flying through the streets. It was night time now and the sky was dark. Even the stars didn't shine as much. They too were half afraid of what Lucien had in mind. 

He drove and only stopped in front of one of those old and abandoned houses through which one could access Maurice's hideout. 

"I thought you said we'd come back tomorrow?" Mundy asked as he followed Lucien in. The Frenchman didn't answer and headed straight inside and underground. He didn't have to talk to the bodyguard at the door who prudently stepped out of the way and even took the liberty of opening the door for them.

"Oh, L and M, good evening, I didn't expect to see you…?" 

"Send everyone away." Lucien answered and the few beggars around Maurice stopped what they were doing. They looked at their boss, then at Lucien who didn't have to do more than give a twitch of his eyebrow for the room to vacate. 

"What do you want, to apologise maybe?" Maurice asked disdainfully. 

"Non, you will." Lucien answered when the door was shut behind them.

"What?" 

"To Mundy, and now." Lucien added. 

Mundy's eyes went left and right, following the conversation like a tennis match. But it stopped there and silence fell in the room. Yet, the tension was tangible, and the air was thick and electric. 

It was a staring contest, no words were added as the ice blue eyes with long eyelashes clashed with dark brown irises hidden in bushy eyebrows. 

"I…" Maurice started. "I apologise, Mundy." 

The Aussie's eyebrows jumped. Like that? Lucien just had to tell him and that was it? 

"I presume you are here for answers." Maurice took a seat on his throne at the end of the wooden oval table. "Ask away." 

Lucien and Mundy took a seat and the Aussie frowned, trying to collect his thoughts. 

"How… I mean when… Uh… When…" 

Lucien laced his fingers with Mundy under the table and clenched gently, he stroked the back of his hand with his thumb. 

"Look up, Mundy, and don't be afraid." He softly said. 

There was a moment of hesitation before the right words finally came in the right order. 

"Tell me everythin'." He simply asked. 

"Very well, here goes everything…" Maurice answered. "I rescued your parents, sheltered them and fed them. I hoped they would go back to farming, hopefully somewhere else. The first few weeks were the hardest, especially for your mother. Her health was worrying and the Doc' said that she might have to go to the hospital. Of course, that only made me speed up the process to get them a new identity. Unfortunately, a lot of that is administrative and I have no hand on it. The best I can do is make phone calls to the right people and ask them favours, or sometimes, I ask it as a way to repay a debt." 

Maurice put his forearms on the table and linked his fingers together. 

"She spent her days with your father and the children here, while at night, your father would take her to the Doc'. Panic attack, anxiety, insomnia. You name it, she was suffering from it. It eventually affected your father as well."

"My dad…?" 

"Yes. Seeing how deeply your mother's health had changed, his started to deteriorate too. We did all we could with the Doc' to relieve their fear. They never slept alone, I would always make sure that my men were spread at every corner of every street for a few miles around at least. If danger was coming, we would deal with it before they even knew about it." 

"Did it ever happen?" 

"No," Maurice shook his head. "In the end, it never did. We had successfully tricked Duchemin and his goons into thinking that your parents were dead for good. Shortly after, the fake papers arrived. They kept their first names but their last one changed."

"What are they called now?" 

"Ask them." Maurice answered with the hint of a smile. 

"Maurice-!" Mundy protested but Lucien clenched his hand on him. 

"He will." The Frenchman added. "Go ahead, Maurice." 

"With their names changed, the process was greatly simplified. At least now, I could manage to get their money back, and when that was solved, they could exist again. They could walk out in the streets and buy themselves anything they liked. Yet…."

"Yet what?" Mundy asked, drinking Maurice's words. 

"Yet they were still afraid, which was probably my fault. I told them about Duchemin, about what kind of man he was. Bathing in bills of money from any currency you could think of, money that he got from any and all illegal trade: arms trafficking, diverting money, human trafficking, poaching, anything! As a result, they just feared, which is not unreasonable, but they feared too much, especially when your father saw in which state your mother was." 

"Hm… I see…" 

"Mundy, there were days where you father stayed up all night by her side just to make sure that the beep would blink, and not ever drop into a continuous heart-tearing, high-pitched signal… It was a nightmare. But he still helped the community here and kept the smile up, for the sake of your mother." 

"Why didn't they contact me? Why didn't they tell me that they were alive and well?" 

"Because, and I believe Lucien will not disagree with me, a lie is best believed when there is no alternative truth to it." 

"What?" 

"If you were convinced that your parents were dead, then you would never compromise their hiding. Besides, I promised to them that I would keep an eye on you and make sure that you wouldn't go after Duchemin. That is the reason I sent L after you the day you went to Duchemin on your own and almost ended up a corpse in his sewers."

"Did you tell them that we got him in the end?" 

"No, they don't know that you have anything to do with it. I told them that justice had been served and the man died." 

"So they don't know what I did to…? Ugh…" Mundy put a hand on his face and let it sink down.

"This is not my story to tell." Maurice answered. 

"Have they ever asked about me in all that time?" 

Maurice nodded. 

"Your mother always did, especially when she was ill, in the early days. Since they moved to their new home, I have been sending them some news from time to time."

"You didn't answer properly." Mundy repeated and Lucien looked at him. He felt his fingers trembling in his hand. "Did they ever ask how I was in all that time?" 

Maurice sighed and looked away for an instant. 

"Yes, they did. And each time they did, they would ask if they could send you a message and I would refuse."

"Did my dad want that too?" 

"It was your mother who insisted. But I assume your father agreed to it." 

Lucien wrapped an arm around his lover's back. 

"I would always tell her that as long as Duchemin was alive, it would only lead them and lead you to your deaths. So your mother sacrificed you to save you, in a way. She accepted to not see you if only she could hear that you were alive, from time to time." 

"That's all you told them about me? That I was alive?" 

"Your father objected to my saying more. You might think it is cold-hearted of him, but I think he genuinely feared for your life and theirs. You should ask him what he thought, I am merely guessing here. In the end, whatever his motivation was, the news that I gave them was that you were alive and in good health."

"That's all?" 

Maurice nodded. 

"At the beginning, your mother would drown me in questions, most of which I didn't have the answer to. But with time, either she understood, or she learnt to live with the fact that as long as Duchemin breathed, that was all she could get, 'He is alive and well.'".

"So, if I get it, you told them that Duchemin died and then told Lu' about my parents?" 

"Not exactly." Maurice admitted. "First, I told your parents, yes, but that wasn't straight after Duchemin passed, it was much later. I needed to be absolutely sure that the corpse we found belonged to him. It took quite a bit of time to ascertain, but when the French government was positive it was him that we found there, I let your parents know. Your mother cried happy tears about it. Well, not exactly for Duchemin's death, but rather because it meant that she would now be able to see you again."

"And my dad?" 

Lucien's eyes went from Mundy to Maurice. 

"Your father keeps his emotion to himself almost as well as L here. I don't know what he thought. He shared your mother's joy but I don't know if it was more by empathy to your mother, or because he was genuinely happy about it, if that is what you asked."

Mundy sighed and shook his head slowly. 

"You more or less know the rest." Maurice continued. "I then told Lucien about it, and he took you to them." 

"Right… I see." Mundy looked Maurice in the eye. "Thanks, for telling me and for what you did for my parents." He stood up, closely followed by Lucien and they headed back to the door. "Oh, and Maurice?" 

"Yes?" 

"Sorry about earlier." 

Maurice smiled. 

"No problem, I understand. Good luck." 

When they resurfaced, out of Maurice's hideout, the night was pitch black and only the lamp posts were their guides. 

"I think-mh?" Mundy started but Lucien put an index on his lips.

"Let us go back home." He answered before they both hopped on their motorcycle. 

When they reached their bed, Mundy laid his head on Lucien's shoulder.

"Why didn't you let me speak when we got out of Maurice's?" 

"Because there are ears and eyes everywhere, especially so close to Maurice. I like to keep my privacy and I think you do too. Maurice has done enough for you and your parents. No need for him to know what your next moves will be." Lucien explained. 

"You don't trust him?" 

"Non, I used to work with him. I trust him for some things, but others are too close to my heart and I try to keep those as far away as I possibly can from spying business." 

"Fair…" Mundy closed his eyes. "Can I tell you now?" 

"Please, do." 

"I don't know what to think, Lu'... Tell me what I need to do…" Mundy's voice was sleepy. 

"Of course you know what to think. Mute your heart for an instant and think with your head." 

"Can't…"

"Why?" 

"Cause of my dad… He… He never really asked how I was…?" 

"That is what Maurice said, and it does sound quite heartless. But don't listen to your heart, what does your head tell you, be honest with yourself, don't shush that voice." Lucien guided him. 

"Head says I should ask dad first…" 

"Exactement, mon loup. You need to ask your father first. You don't know what happened in his head and heart. I know that you never got along with him but he is still your father, and chances are he meant no harm. You know, perilous situations like the one your parents went through, make you think completely differently."

[Exactly, my wolf.]

"What d'you mean?" 

"Situations of great stress will change a man." 

Mundy opened his eyes and raised his head off of Lucien's chest. The Frenchman looked away.

[definitelynottony]

Grease is the Word [Ch.1 Summer Lovin’]

[Ao3] [part 2] [Song recommendations: Grease OST, 50′s era songs] [Also definitely recommend looking up a 50′s slang dictionary!]

It started out with just a visit, a holiday to see his family over in the states. Spend his summer break hangin’ out with his aunt,uncle and cousin; he only gets to see them every couple of years. The last time he saw them was for his mother’s funeral. They’re good people though, he should see them more often. Get a break away from his screwed up life back in Australia, with his sorry excuse of a father. He missed the golden coast but it was a change of pace, two months living in Hawkins Indiana would do Billy Hargrove some real good. 

And it did. It was such a simple life. Not havin’ to make sure his deadbeat dad was in bed every night; cause the only thing he was good for after his mom died was drinkin’ and givin’ Billy a real good shiner. Not havin’ to go to school and work every day just to buy his own cigs. Havin’ people that actually cared if you came home at night was pretty good too, not that the greaser would admit it. But yeah, he’s probably been smiling since he walked into the Mayfield house. 

Aunt Susan was just like havin’ his mom back, they even have the same hair color. And Max, she got even bigger since the last time Billy saw her. She was still a little shitbird though. His step uncle wasn’t too bad of a guy either, let him drive his blue ‘58 Bel Air ‘round. Was definitely a helluva a lot better than his old man, that’s fer damn sure. And yeah, Billy’s summer went by in a blink. He followed Max and some of her friends around, learnin’ where all the good spots where. It was a small town, not too hard; the diner, arcade, drive ins, and Hawkins’ Lovers Lake. 

On one hot, real hot Indiana summer day, Billy decided to take the Bel Air for a spin; he ended up at the lake. That’s when he saw him; like a fuckin’ angel. 

He had soft brown hair all shaped perfectly into a quiff. Unlike Billy’s blonde curls, if he could get his hair into a pomp it was a good day, most the time it was somewhere between the flop and a loose teddy boy. Not that it really mattered, everyone knew what he was as soon as they saw him with his leather on, a smoke in his mouth. Poor by birth, Greaser by choice. 

But this cat, this pretty boy with the brown hair, well he looked like he belonged on the telly. Billy didn’t even notice the other’s with him. Some girl, plain jane prep, definitely no Monroe; she wasn’t even in a bathing suit, wet blanket. Some hipster slick was with her reading a book, but Billy’s eyes stayed with the brunette with an angel face and Babmi eyes. The two were sittin’ over on the dock, that angel face was putterin’ in the water. Billy knew they could see him pullin’ up. Sauntering down to the lake edge. Good, Billy loved a dramatic entrance. 

As he showed up, splashin’ around in the shallows of the shoreline, he got that pretty boy’s attention. Well, couldn’t blame him; not many could pull off red trunks as short as Billy’s were. God bless the 50’s. If the brunette didn’t close his mouth pretty soon Billy was sure he’d have to save his life ‘cause he’s gonna drown like that. 

“Steve, do you know him?” the girl hushed down to the brunette--- 

“No, I don’t think so. He kinda chills ‘ya though doesn't he?”

“Not me Stevie, he’s just staring at us. Go say something!” 

“Like what?” 

“Tell’um to take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

“Not helpful Jonathan, come on Nance why don’t you go talk ta him?” 

“Cause he looks like a bird dog.” 

“Looks like a dreamboat to me.”

“STEVE!” The girl squealed. “Go!”

“Shh! Nance, okay-oaky.”

The greaser watched with anticipation as that earth angel adorably, clumsily strolled up to him, green high ride swims on, he was a prep; Billy could deal with that---

“Hey there daddy-o what’s shakin’?”

God, even his voice was angelic. 

“You know baby, just rockin’ an rollin’.”

“Heh, you ain’t from around here huh? Names Steve.”

“Accent give it’ away?” 

“Yeah. I like it though, it’s bitchin’.” 

“Names Billy” 

“Billy? Hey, you’re Max’s cousin right?” 

“Yeah, you know the ankle biter?”

“She runs with some kids I know.”

“Small world” the blonde charmed.

“Small town” Steve laughed, and it was everything; that laugh “so you wanna come hang?”

“Thought you’d never ask cherry.”

“That mouth you got sure is drippin’ apple butter.”

“Just fer cherry’s like you doll face.”

Steve gave this smirk before turning back to his friends; a smirk that really made Billy wish the cat would drown just so he could give him mouth to mouth. He’d know what to do', Billy was a lifeguard back in 'Straya. 

“Guys, this is Billy. He’s Maxie’s cousin. Billy, this is Nancy and that’s Jonathan.” Steve introduced, Billy just nodded with a smirk. He really wasn’t that interested in a couple drips.

“It’s a pleasure, Billy, are you from around here? Just visiting? Staying long?” Nancy had that look in her eyes Steve knew all too well, and normally he hated when she did this but he wanted to know too.

“You writin’ a book sweetheart?”

“Maybe. Just curious what side of the track you’re from.”

Billy rolled his eyes “I see someone’s got her glasses on, I'm from Australia, just visiting. Leavin’ in the fall.” Yeah, she was definitely a drag, bringing the whole mood down. 

“I knew you were from Australia, that’s choice! What’s it like there?”

“Tell ‘ya all about it over a malt pretty boy.”

“...Guess he’s not a bird dog.” 

Jonathan piped up from his book. Nancy nudged his shoulder holding back a laugh or a sequel, who knows. Billy and Steve sure didn’t cause Steve was too busy dodging Billy’s splashes. They went on for a few hours like that, enjoying the summer heat, the cool water. Some point Steve got Nancy and Jonathan to play chicken with them. Billy dropped Steve on purpose, the brunette was pretty sure he tried to drown him. 

And it was weeks of days like that. Bowlin’ in the arcade, drinkin lemonade, spent hours makin’ out under the dock at lover’s lake. Stayin’ out past 10, nights at the drivin’s. Billy had a car after all and Stevie was real inta back seat bingo. And they held hands when they were alone, and their first time was cause Steve got real friendly down in the sand. God he was good, if you know what I mean. And yeah, Billy felt like it was love at first sight, but he knew it was just a summer fling, didn’t mean a thing. At least it wasn’t supposed to. 

“Goddamn pretty boy, You’re bonafide. I’m so sweet fer ya.”

“Billy, I never met someone like you before.This feels like the real deal.”

“That’s cause it is baby. It is.”

And long fingers tangled in golden curls. Sun kissed flesh wrapped around soft freckled porcelain. Lips to skin, ocean blues drowning in honey browns, teeth biting down like they’re making home there. It was the closest thing to heaven on earth. The closest the greaser was going to get, with this angel looking up at him panting his name. With his fingers wrapped up in his hair and his momma’s necklace. Rolling into him like the Pacific ocean, kissing away tears from that pretty freckled face. Stevie’s legs holding tight around him, his way of sayin’ more, harder, because that cherry mouth of his is just too good ta say it out loud. Like Billy would ever say no, Stevie didn’t know it but Billy’s been wrapped ‘round his gentle finger since he saw that smirk of his two months ago.

“Never gonna forget this Stevie, yur the best fuckin’ thing these hands have ever held.” 

It was summer lovin’ at it’s finest, and they were havin’ a blast. Until they weren’t, until there were tears, tears of pain and not the sweet tears Billy was kissing away last night on cool sand made hot from their bodies. And there were fists, but they weren't the calloused ones made gentle that caressed tony hair. Cause now they were holding porcelain ones aimed to make Billy hurt as much as they did. As much as Steve did. And Billy let him, let him pound those fist into his chest as he held the brunette close. Let him cry and curse him for ever coming to Hawkins, for ever meeting him. Only calming when Billy finally spoke---

“You, Steve Harrington, have made my life worth livin’.”

And those big doe eyes filled with diamonds were going to be permanently branded into the blonde's mind forever.

“I’ve just had the best summer of my life, and now I have ta leave, and it isn’t fuckin’ fair-”

“Billy”

“-It’s not fair.” The greaser pressed in close, so close, to memorize how it felt; how it felt to hold an angel in his hell bound arms. 

“Billy, is this the end? The end of us?”

“No, no ‘course not” Billy fainted a smile “it’s only the beginning Stevie.”