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rbdbrainworms · 2 years ago

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ok right, let's think about this from diego's perspective for a moment

lets start at the baseline that ur the spoiled son of one of the most powerful man in the contry, the ✨hottest prettiest most popular coolest boy in ur whooole rich kid elite school✨, and you just started dating this rly hot girl

except u also went out on a date w some older girls on the side and got drunk and totalled a car and ended up in the hospital and now u have to do community service and ur powerful dad is manipulative and crazy and overbearing and u dont know how stand up to him and ur home life is a disaster and ur actually really unhappy with your lifestyle and you very likely have a precocious alcoholism problem and you feel u have to hide the things youre most passionate abt - like music - , repress who you might actually want to be and bow down to your father's pressures. but its fiiiiine as long as you dont think abt it too much, right?

right, anyway! the girl ur dating complains abt this annoying new girl in you ~elite~ school, the daughter of a famous singer. apparently shes weird, and mean, and combative, so tacky and rude and unfiltered and disruptive. this new girl heard some mildly incriminating things you and your girlfriend talked abt, and now shes worried. your attitude is, of course, to go up to the new girl and threaten her for no real reason

and she is, well. much like described: strong-minded, agressive, irreverent, no filter. says and does whatever she wants. talks back to you and then some. you grab her and shes like. who tf are you. no i cant get u my moms autrograph. you threaten her right out and shes just, im sorry, are u chapolin colorado?? i think u forgot ur antennas sweetie

(sorry just. her dialogue >>>)

(she also lights up a sinalizer inside as bus beside u bc of it, but you never find that out)

ok,. you go on to your little rich kid school club. you get attacked and stabbed on the way to ur secret community service - yknow, over the drunk driving, - and a little child has to live on the street bc ur dad arranges that his brother is wrongfully arrested over it. youre not happy abt it, necessarily, but also youre not the type of person who would do anything to stop it, especially against your dad

your dad humiliates you and tears you a new one and you're all very frustrated w life. but you bow your head to him and move on, as always, because what else can you do?

you get drunk, again, and ends up kissing your girlfriends' best friend

the next day you stumble upon that girl in the hallway, and provoke her - like before, she claps back immediately. didn't she realize already this is your place, and the rest of your friends', and not for people like her??

heres the answer: she starts fighting your friend for calling her mother a slut (in not so many words) and you get in the way - and she reads you and your dad for filth. then, she gets her finger right at the center of the wound - she'd much rather have her people and her mother's artist crowd and revealing clothes and ""lack of class""" over having a corrupt father who'd sent someone to jail for a crime they didnt commit.

see, she is the type of person who wouldn't let something like that happen without consequence .

you dont really have much to say to that, or much to do really, except. seethe

you say to your friends, the best thing to do is to ignore her!

and then, well, you dont

by the way, you are the ✨prettiest, hottest, most popular boy in school✨ and this girl, as established, is inconvenient, weird, shameless, uncontrollable, she has no class or respect for you or your friends, her makeup is too dark, her hair is strange, her humor is cutting, her bad temper is obvious. you, well, you can have aaaany girl you want - so you're definitely not and would NEVER be attracted to her at all!

anyway, a gossip rag comes up and talks abt you kissing yours girls best friend. even though it makes absolutely no sense for this new girl to be the one to do it - she doesnt even know you all, and really doesn't seem like the kind to say something behind the back rather than in your face- and even though you've talked a grand total of two (2) times (and "talked" here is being generous), you're suddenly Convinced , it Has to be her. bc....... her mom is a famous singer. so. irrefutable proof. right there.

that, ofc, justifies you throwing her overboard into a lake, even though she doesnt know how to swim. all your friends think you exaggerated, after all you couldve really hurt her, maybe even killed her - you shrug and laugh it off.

"roberta is very rough" you say. SOMEONE has to show her whos boss, someone has to show her who REALLY has the power here, you tell them. obviously that someone has to be you

could it be possible that you're trying to feel powerful after your recent fuck ups and your dads latest humiliation? is it possible you overdid it bc this girl pushes aaaaall your buttons ? that it irritates you that she's so strong-minded and defiant and you're not?🤔naah don't worry about it

so, she finds out you couldve KILLED her. and then she throws ur 15k guitar into the water as retaliation . as one does. and you are LIVID. it is a 15k guitar, and also the one thing you really actually love - music

as the very not-unhinged person you are, you threaten to drown her, (again). she says she isnt scared of you, and you insist that she is. you tell her you have A LOT of power (do you?) and if she "continues with the gossip rags", which she denies writing, you will certainly "put her in her place"

she clearly has no framework for what she should or shouldnt do, or who she should or shouldnt mess with. but that should show her

so she's actually pretty freaked out. and leaves. you don't see her for three weeks

do you take this is as a win?

nope! you, the ✨ hottest, prettiest most popularest boy in school✨ apparently did not have much better things to do these 3 weeks than obsess over her, bc the first thing you do upon coming back is going out to find her, threaten her (you have to cuddle her to do that, for some reason) and put in place a questionable plot to try to get her expelled

see, you tell her, you always get what you want (do you?) and the thing you want THE MOST is for her to leave the school

why do you care SO much abt expelling her? you've talked what, 3 times. you've certainly had worst, more violent altercations with other people in this meantime. you don't know that she would mess with you again. if you're SO powerful and able to show her who's boss, why worry so much about making her , in particular, leave? weeell, don't worry about it

you're so happy about this plan and managing to screw her over, that you get drunk again! in celebration, you toast to the girl who made you the happiest lately - roberta pardo! . you kiss a pillow as if its her. when your actual girlfriend hears you, she thinks it means youre cheating on her - and who can blame her?

and then! the plan fails. bc ur a villain and the power of friendship defeats you!

also, she's extremely clever. you'll realize in the near future, its rare that you manage to outsmart her - and the times you do, you usually regret . but let's not get ahead of ourselves

you're furious. you vow shes "going to pay" ;.

pay for what? she hasnt actually done anything, other than respond to your attacks - all of the times you've met, she's always been answering your own agressiveness, standing her ground instead of bowing her head.

you have so far: threatened her on sight, insulted her family, thrown her in a lake, accused her without evidence, threatened to drown her, and tried to frame her for theft and get her expelled. she has... insulted you back, thrown your guitar on a lake after you threw her, and outsmarted you, defending herself against your accusations

now, not only did she escape your little plot, meaning she will stay in school, where you'll see her everyday, she doesn't even have the decency to be intimidated anymore! now she has the audacity of saying she's not scared of you, that you're the one who is going to pay, and this has just begun.

you hear all of that very closely, by the way, because you're pushing her against a wall

youre even more ... furious and dedicated to ~~bringing her down

you've known her for what ammounts to one (1) week.

#that first month they meet really is a Month #the existential horror of diego bustamante #obsessed with how unhinged diego is regarding roberta actually #especially on that first month. like my girl pushed all the buttons in this disaster teen #he was DESPERATE to control her and see her gone #and how he is SO bothered and furious and livid over the exact things that he later admires envies and loves abt her #this is SO long but is it my fault rebeldemx actually has the most psychologically juicy messed up complex enemies to lovers that gives me #ample ground to overanalyze and go insane??#and whats wild is that its not like oh in 300 episodes diego is going to admit he actually admires her tenacity -#he does it just a few months in! still in the fake dating era! “when im with you i feel that its all possible” !!!!!!!!#IM NORMAL ABT THEM. AS NORMAL AS DIEGO #ceos of enemies to lovers #rbd blogging #and this is all just the first month! not even getting into the ~revenge kissing #and following her #and blackmailing her into doing stuff that interestingly make her spend more time with him

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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wait okay i have so many ideas you have no clue- okay so basically y/n is too scared to confess to either ushijima or shinsou (you decide lol) so he just puts love notes in his locker :)) but ushijima/shinsou catches him one day so he teases him about it but he liked y/n too so he lowkey confesses and its super fluffy i- 🥺🥺 i've had this idea for so long but i have no clue where to start writing it myself lolll

Guess who...took 4 months...to do Mr. Shinsoussimps request...not me...ahahaha...what are you talking about...BUT ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY MR SHINSOU PLS TAKE THIS FIC AS MY APOLOGIES

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Ushijima x reader - Secret Admirer Love Letter-kun!

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns- male, he/him

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(Y/n’s) hands shook as he traced the linings of his love letter.

It had a red, heart-shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Ushijima-san’ written in royal purple across the back. The letter had slight crinkles from the shaky grip (Y/n) held it with.

His heart raced purely thinking about how Ushijima would react. Would he even react? Or would he just look at him with that blank stare and walk past him? Would he be ridiculed for being a man giving a love letter to another man?

Every single intrusive thought made (Y/n) want to tear up the letter and flush it down a toilet. Nonetheless, he stood next to Ushijima’s locker, waiting for him to appear.

His legs shook. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. He could physically feel the sweat running down his forehead. He was probably gaining stares from other students for standing near Ushijima’s locker and panicking silently.

All these ‘what-if’s’ was beginning to make (Y/n) second-guess his decision. Maybe he couldn’t do this after all...

No! He had to! He’s been harboring his feelings for Ushijima for years now, and he was getting nowhere! Even if it was rejection, and he certainly hoped it was not, he needed an answer!

Just as if right on cue, (Y/n) heard the familiar deep voice of Ushijima coming down the hall. He wasn’t saying much, but the accompanied grunts of acknowledgement to Tendou’s ramblings was enough proof it was him. Without thinking, (Y/n’s) panic took over him, shoving his love letter into Ushijima’s locker and dashing out of the way.

He blended himself in with the gaggle of students near their lockers, watching Ushijima as he opened his own locker.

“Ara?” Tendou cocked his head when the letter (Y/n) slipped in fluttered out. It landed on the floor gracefully. Ushijima bent over and plucked it off the ground.

“Our Wakatoshi~kun has a secwet admiwer?” Tendou squashed his face together and boared curious eyes into the heart-shaped sticker on the note. Ushijima grunted.

“It seems to be a love letter.” Ushijima’s low voice sent even more panic through (Y/n). He didn’t want to be there while he opened the letter. But here he was, 10 feet away from him as he carefully peeled off the heart sticker from the envelope.

Ushijima’s eyes silently scanned the letter, it’s meticulous, thought-out writing filling Ushijima’s eyes. The silence rang so, so loud to (Y/n), as he watched Ushijima read his love letter with his emotionless face.

After what seemed like forever, Ushijima lifted his head up from the note. (Y/n’s) heart stopped.

“It is a love letter.” (Y/n), and Tendou, deadpanned.

Tendou reached for the letter. “Fiiiiine, then let me see-!”

Ushijima pulled the letter away, raising it above his head and out of Tendou’s easy reach. He lowered the letter and cradled it to his chest.

“No. It’s mine.”

(Y/n’s) heart fluttered. Could this mean-?

“But it does, however, have no name.”

“Awh. Poor Wakatoshi-kun’s admirer must be rewwy shy~”

(Y/n) internally facepalmed. Of course he forgot to sign the note! Why wouldn’t he?! (Y/n) crinkled up his nose. He was still determined to get his feelings to Ushijima.

He turned around, and walked to class. The next day, for sure, he was going to give him a love letter with his signature on it this time.

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(Y/n) stared down at his paper, then shifted his eyes to the alarm clock sitting tauntingly at his dorm room’s desk, with the bright red numbers 10:35 pm glaring so menacingly at him. Like it was telling him to hurry up and sign the new love letter he just wrote. (Y/n) re-read the letter on his desk for the 6th time that night.

Everything was perfect. It explained his feelings perfectly, explained how long he’d been smitten for him for, hell, he even doodled a small picture of Ushijima himself with a heart next to it in the corner of the page.

Everything was there, except his name.

Did he really want to put his name, though? I mean, (Y/n) saw how...endearing Ushiwaka’s face looked reading his original letter. What if he ruined that when he finds out it was him who wrote it? And not some cute girl?

(Y/n) stared at the empty space on the page where his name was supposed to go. His hand gripped his pencil tighter than he should’ve, and began to write.

‘(L/n) (Y/...’

He stopped. (Y/n) thought about it for awhile, then grabbed his eraser and scrubbed at the name until it was pristine white again.

‘Your secret admirer’

Was all he wrote.

He packaged up the note in another small envelope, pressed a cute little heart sticker to the flap, and went to bed.

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The next day, (Y/n) made sure to rush to school early to slip the note in his locker. He wanted to see his reaction to his new note. It made him feel sorta high. What kind of face would he make? Would he be delighted? He hoped he would.

(Y/n) crammed the note into Ushiwaka’s locker. No one was around. Good. No one saw him shove the letter through, therefore no one could tell Ushijima it was him. (Y/n) sighed contently, and timpered off somewhere secluded, but somewhere he could still see Ushijima and his locker.

After scrolling on his phone for what seemed like an hour, he heard Tendou’s familiar voice, humming a strange song and trailing next to Ushijima. It was his daily indicator that Ushijima was near. If he could hear Tendou coming, almost 100% Ushijima would be there too. (Y/n) pocketed his phone quickly and peeked behind a row of lockers.

Ushijima silently unhinged his locker, listening to Tendou talk. However, they fell silent when another letter fluttered out from his locker, this time landing so perfectly in his hands.

“Ara ara? Another note from Admirer-chan?”

“Yes. But I know it’s a boy, Tendou.”

(Y/n’s) heart dropped. He watched as Ushiwaka peeled off the heart sticker once more, while continuing his conversation with Tendou.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Ushijima stopped, and reached into his locker once more. He pulled out (Y/n’s) previous note, and pointed to a line of text scribbled on there so neatly. Tendou raised his eyebrow, and leaned down to inspect the note.

‘-Besides, there’s no way someone as amazing as you can like a guy like me. It’s weird right? I hope you don’t think it’s weird. But I wouldn’t blame you.’

“Ahhhh~ makes sense...” Tendou hooked his arms dramatically over the back of his head. “But do you? Does Wakatoshi-kun think Secret Admirer-kun is weird?”

Ushijima traced the two love letters with his eyes. “I think he’s brave.”

(Y/n) clutched his tightening chest. It suddenly became really hard to breathe. How was Ushijima being so unintentionally sweet?

Tendou cooed. “Awwww, Is our Wakatoshi-kun catching feelings for his Admirer-kun?”

Ushijima folded the two notes back into their envelopes silently. He said nothing to Tendou’s remarks, while gently placing the two love letters back into a safe spot in his locker.

(Y/n) brisk-walked away, flustered, before he could hear his answer.

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Writing notes and hiding them in Ushijima’s locker became a sort of habit for (Y/n) in the past few weeks.

Every now and then, he’d write a short love letter signed “Your Secret Admirer” or “Admirer-kun” and slip it under Ushijima’s dorm room door or the cracks between his locker. It became an addiction of watching him unravel the note with the tenderness of an angel. For such a big dude, he held each love letter (Y/n) wrote him with such delicacy.

(Y/n) walked with a pep in his step as he arrived to the school building early, like he’d usually been doing. He’d recently been writing small letters, playground compliments like “I think you look nice today!” or “the way you play volleyball gets me all fired up!” but this was the first time in a while he wrote a good chunk of his feelings out.

At first he thought he would make Ushijima uncomfortable, but after many of his personal notes filled with the most wonderful explanations of his feelings, or rambling about dates he’d like to take him on, he’s grown more comfortable with it. Especially after seeing the teeny tiny, barely noticeable blush tinting his cheeks as he read them.

(Y/n) stopped in front of Ushiwaka’s locker. It was a familiar stop, after cramming in letter after letter inside for about a month or two now. It’s been so long that (Y/n) couldn’t even remember himself.

Just as his hand met with the cold metal locker to slip the note in, two hands slammed down on (Y/n’s) shoulders, effectively scaring him shitless.

“I’ve caught you! Secret admirer-kun!”

“Uwaaaah!”

Tendou made a show of flamboyantly pointing his lanky fingers at (Y/n), bending his back father then (Y/n) knew was possible in the process. (Y/n) jittered, swinging his hands in front of him while stuttering incoherently.

“I-it-its not-! It’s not wh-what it-! T-the letter-I was just-I-!”

“There’s no use for it now, Secret-Admirer (L/n)-kun! You’ve been caught red handed!” Tendou stuck his tongue out heartily while (Y/n) broke into a cold sweat. If Tendou kept yelling the whole damn school would hear him.

“I-I’m not the one leaving notes in Ushijima-kun’s locker! I was just-!”

“Oya? Then how did you know Wakatoshi-kun was gettin’ notes in his locker in the first place?” Tendou eyed him down half jokingly. (Y/n) sputtered.

“More importantly...” Tendou dramatically pointed to the envelope half-sticking out from the slits of Ushijima’s locker. “Whaaaaats that!?”

“That’s-!”

There was no use fighting Tendou on this. (Y/n) deflated, defeated and grasping on to the wall of lockers for support. “Uuuuu...”

“So, Secret Admirer-“

“S-stop calling me that! Just (L/n) is fine-!”

“-Secret Admirer-kun, what made you fancy our lovely Wakatoshi-kun?”

(Y/n) turned around, facing the locker as Tendou smiled his usual, Tendou-grin. (Y/n) didn’t wanna look at Tendou and his stupid knowing smirk.

“He’s just...I dunno, he’s just so-cool...and stuff...and he’s so nice...looking...”

“Ah, such sophisticated words-tell me, do you write all of this down in the letters you give him?”

“Hey!” (Y/n) whipped his head around.

Tendou chuckled, and part of (Y/n) wanted to smack him upside the head. Tendous laughter eventually died down, as he pretended to wipe a tear from his cheek. He looked back at (Y/n), who was blushing profusely and had his arms crossed.

“Phew...haha...” Tendou cleared his throat. He pointed straight at (Y/n). “Now, here’s some ultra wise words from Satori-sama!” He mimicked a fake drum roll on his lap, before pointing at (Y/n) again.

“Ja-jun~! You should Wakatoshi-kun how you feel about him!”

(Y/n’s) heart got stuck in his throat. “A-are you crazy! I could never! I-I’m not...I’m not...I’m scared..”

“Hm? But you’re not scared to write about how much you wanna kiss him alllllllll oveeeeeer-?”

“That’s different!” (Y/n) yelled, more quietly this time. He turned back to the locker, and tipped the rest of the note in sticking out inside the slit. The note disappeared through the gap, just like all of its predecessors. “Like this, I can tell him how much I love him without him knowing it was from me! What if he’s disappointed it’s me and not some other dude?”

“I’m veeeeeery sure he won’t be. But suit yourself, I guess.” Tendou shrugged. He turned around and left, but not before saying,

“But you’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.”

“Wait-what does that mea-“

(Y/n) looked back, only to find Tendou gone. (Y/n) stood there, perplexed, before dashing off to his own locker, so he wouldn’t be spotted near Ushijima’s.

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Everyday when (Y/n) went to slip another note into Ushiwaka’s locker, Tendou’s words would ring in his mind.

‘You’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.’

He knew that. He knew that but he couldn’t stop himself from cowardly slipping notes into Ushijima’s locker, just to run and take cover as he opened them up. And one time he could swear Tendou was looking right at him in his hiding spot when Ushijima was reading one of his letter.

(Y/n) shook the thoughts from his head. That happened 3 days ago, and nothing happened. Tendou was probably just trying to scare him into telling him. Yeah. There’s no way anyone could’ve found out about him being Ushijima’s secret admirer.

He huffed and strode up to Ushijima’s locker, just like he did every time before that. No one was in the hallway. There was no footsteps, at least to (Y/n’s) knowledge, and Tendou wasn’t around with his booming voice. If (Y/n) could hear Tendou coming, chances are Ushijima was not too far behind.

Tendou wasn’t there. (Y/n) was safe. He smiled and rose the letter up to the slot in Ushijima’s locker. He slowly crammed the note in, slowly, slowly until-

Slam!

A large, calloused hand slammed against the locker, making (Y/n) jolt up in surprise. (Y/n’s) heart stopped beating. He felt someone lean against his ear, and then they whispered:

“So Tendou was right. You were the one leaving the letters in my locker.”

“Ushijima-kun-!”

(Y/n) whipped his head around by the speed of lightning, pressing himself against the locker wall as if he’d disappear into it. Stupid fucking Tendou! Of course he’d tell Ushijima!

Ushiwaka didn’t move from his spot in front of (Y/n). His arm outstretched on the wall beside (Y/n) didn’t falter either, making him blush even more. God, he wanted to disappear.

The letter, now hidden crudely behind (Y/n) sweaty back, was being smushed as he tried shrinking in on himself.

“I-I-“ (Y/n’s) mouth ran dry. “It’s not what it looks like-!”

“Hm.” Ushijima’s deep voice manage to startle (Y/n), despite being right infront of him. God, he was close. So close. He’s too close. Oh god, why is he so close?

Ushijima suddenly grabbed (Y/n’s) hand, making him sputter in surprise as Ushijima pulled it out gently. A letter with a red heart sticker on the flap was wedged in between (Y/n’s) shaky, sweaty fingers. Ushijima looked at the envelope, while (Y/n) averted his embarrassed eyes.

“...But it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Words perished in (Y/n’s) throat. If the locker would just open up and swallow him whole, now was the time.

Ushiwaka plucked the note out of (Y/n’s) hands, ignoring the small protests of (Y/n) himself. He tried to grab for the letter, but Ushijima held the envelope high above his head and grabbed at (Y/n’s) shivering wrists. (Y/n) squeaked.

“...why are you trying to grab it back if this letter was meant for me in the first place?” Ushijima looked oblivious to (Y/n’s) embarrassment. (Y/n) croaked. He didn’t even register what Ushiwaka said with how strong and warm his grip on his wrists were.

He didn’t realize Ushijima managed to peel off the heart sticker and fish out the note with his hand until he started reading the letter. His eyes scanned the words, even when (Y/n) quietly squirmed protestingly in his grasp.

“Mm.” Ushijima hummed. (Y/n’s) eyes widened when he realized what he wrote in today’s note.

‘Y’know, I think you’re really cool with how you’re so dedicated to your club. But maybe...one day we could grab a bite to eat after your club activities? Just you and me? And maybe if I’m lucky enough I just might get a kiss from the amazing Ushijima Wakatoshi-kun~’

(Y/n) wanted no more but to die then and there. Ushijima looked at (Y/n) with an unreadable gaze.

“Ah. So it seems in today’s letter, you would like to go out for food and kiss. I am free after club activities today at 6. Are you free at that time or must we reschedule?”

(Y/n) met Ushijima’s state with a confused face. He said nothing-he couldn’t say anything. All he could do was muster up a weak “w-wha..?”

“So...you are not free today...?” Ushijima’s face was normal, but he gave off the same vibe a sad, kicked puppy would. It was sorta cute. (Y/n) waved his hands around frantically in Ushijima’s grasp.

“N-no! That’s not it! I-I’m free! I’m totally free! I just-“

“You just what?” Ushijima cocked his head to the side bluntly. (Y/n) opened his mouth to say something, but let it clamp shut quietly.

(Y/n) averted his gaze. “Well...you don’t think it’s...weird that I was the one leaving you love letters?”

“But I already knew you were a man in the first place.”

“Still!” Ushijima was genuinely confused. (Y/n’s) voice died down a bit.

“Aren’t you...y’know...disappointed?”

Ushijima’s gaze never left (Y/n’s) eyes. “Why would I be disappointed?”

“I’m...w-well...it’s just...”

Ushiwaka placed his free hand on the other side of (Y/n’s) face, effectively trapping him in between his arms. Ushijima’s heavy gaze was too much to bear. (Y/n) instinctively averted his gaze away.

“You still haven’t given me a valid reason to be disappointed.”

“I-“

“You’re lovely, I believe you are very attractive, and you leave nice letters of encouragement in my locker everyday.”

“Wait-“

“I believe we both have feelings for each other. Therefore, I do not see why you are so hesitant on just doing what today’s lovely note said.”

“Ushi-“

“Is this just an excuse to turn me down? Were the letters not your true feelings? Because if so you just have to say so-“

“Ushijima-kun!”

(Y/n) rasped out between his fingers. He was covering his blushing face, and Ushijima didn’t know why until he realized his face was centimeters away from (Y/n’s). If it weren’t for (Y/n’s) hands cupping his face, they’d probably be able to kiss with one push closer.

“P-ple-please s-step back...”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Ushijima moved back, but didn’t quite move his arms from their positions on either side of (Y/n). He blinked. Silence engulfed them both, Ushijima bluntly staring at (Y/n) as he blushed and blushed into his hands.

Ushijima figured he should say something, and even open his mouth to speak when (Y/n) suddenly piped up, bringing his hands down from his face.

“I-I’m free...at 6...”

Ushijima blinked again.

“Ah. Today?”

“Yeah..!”

“Lovely. It is decided then. Will you wait for me at the gym after practice? If not I can pick you up from your dorm room.”

(Y/n) fought the urge to pinch his arm to see if he was dreaming or not. “I-I can meet you at the gym!”

Ushijima smiled gently, and that’s probably the first time (Y/n’s) seen him smile ever. It was so coaxing, relaxed and warm, (Y/n) wanted to take of picture of it and just stare at it for days. Ushijima let his hands fall to his sides. Not before giving a pat to (Y/n’s) head.

“It is decided then. It’s a date.”

(Y/n) had to remind himself to thank Tendou later.

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Lowkey this was so fun to write~ why don’t y’all leave some love in the comments because of that~~?

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amor-immortalem · 3 years ago

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You’re Important to Me

Warnings: thoughts and ideations of the un-aliving variety

Genre: Angst but it gets a lil fluffy at the end

Pairing: Mammon x oc

Summary: The way the witches and his brothers treat him leaves Mammon feeling replaceable and unimportant. His human takes it upon herself to try and make him feel better after finding out something heartbreaking.

A/N: since I hit 150 followers either last night or the day before, I figured I would do something a little different for tonight’s post and give y’all a little 2 part fic instead of art. I haven’t written in a long time and this is not proofread so please excuse any typos. I’m a little rusty.

Part 2| Part 3| Part 4

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Another day full of studying for upcoming exams at RAD completed and Arella couldn’t be more greatful to finally shut her texts books. Sure, she technically didn’t have to meet the same standards as her demon classmates this time around, but if only one thing could be said about Arella, it was that she was a perfectionist at heart. She’d put in the hard work to get the best possible score- seeing the look of surprise on Satan’s face as she scored better than him would be worth it too, as much as a pipe dream that that would be.

With a soft yawn, Arella pushed away from her desk before grabbing a nightshirt she had stolen borrowed from her boyfriend and stumbled to her bathroom for a quick shower. As she brushed her teeth, she could feel a presence enter her room- well more like she could hear him. Mammon was never all that quiet or stealthy to begin with as much as he’d like to claim otherwise.

Peeking out from the small ensuite, she saw the demon sprawled out on her bed, his face buried in her pillows. Something didn’t feel right. Deciding the shower could wait, Arella made her way across the room to where the bed was located.

“Hey,” She started, gently placing a hand on his back to let him know she was there, “I thought you said you’d be out late with the Witches. Did something happen?”

“Not really….” Mammon starts, his voice muffled by the pillows before he turned to face her. “They got all they could get out of me so they jus’ let me go and I wasn’t havin’ a good time anyway so I jus’ came home….”

Arella frowned at his tone. He sounded upset, depressed almost.

“An’ then the moment I walk in the door, Lucifer’s on my ass ‘bout some stupid fuckin’ bill that came in…. So I got to sit there ‘n listen to him go on an’ on about how I’m such a fuck up and what worthless scum I am, not to mention the rest of my brothers took the first chance they could to hop on the bandwagon and I’m….. I’m just so tired.” At this, Mammon flops over onto his back, throwing an arm over his face.

“Mammon…” Her voice is soft, full of concern as tries unsuccessfully to pull his arm away so she could look him in the eyes.

“Arella, Am I important….?” Mammon asks as he tries -but fails- to hide the way his voice cracks. “Would everyone just be happier if I was….. gone?”

Its that question that shatters her heart to tiny fragments.

“Wha- Of course you are, Love. Why would you say that? I know your brothers take things too far sometimes but they’d be devastated if something happened to you. I would be heartbroken if anything happened to you. We all love you so much, Honey….”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Mammon barked out a laugh that sounded bitter. “Not with the way they rag on me like they do…. Actually, they’d probly be jumpin’ for joy if I were to off myself- don’t know why I ain’t done it already….”

“Mammon, don’t talk like that. You’re scaring me.”

“Its true though. If I take myself out, then they won’t ever have to deal with the consequences when I fuck up. Won’t have to worry ‘bout me stealin’ their shit to get my hands on some extra grimm.

“Stop it right now, please.”

“It’s not like they’d miss me much anyway. You probly would but let’s face it, ya could do so much better than me anyway... Ya know, I got this pills that I swiped the other day, plannin’ ta sell ‘em an’ all but I think-“

“Mammon, stop!” Arella pressed her hands over his mouth to keep him from finishing his sentence “Please. No more….. No…. More.”

She collapsed down to his chest as violent sobs erupted from her. She had lost someone to suicide before, she couldn’t and wouldn’t go through that again- especially not with the person who was most important to her.

“I’m here for you. I will always be here fir you.,” Arella tightened her hold on the demon beneath her, her body still shuddering with each breath she took in a miserable attempt to compose herself. “So please. Please just don’t do it.”

At her tears, the demon could only react with silence. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when letting his feelings out but it wasn’t a reaction like this.

Maybe part of him was hoping for her to agree with him and let her words feed into his terrible mood, or maybe part of him wanted Arella to scold him for daring to even think about taking his own life but there wasn’t any part of him that wanted her to react with sobs and wails, with her begging him not to go through with it.

Slowly, Mammon brought his arms to wrap around her, holding her tight against his chest. They were quiet for a long while as they just held each other.

“I’m….. I’m sorry….” Mammon was the first to speak, to break the silence that had suddenly become suffocating. “I don’t know what I was talking about….”

Arella didn’t reply right away, choosing instead to hold him just a little tighter a bit long.

“Do you feel better now that you’ve talked about what’s going through your mind?” She lifted her head from its place on his chest to look him in the eyes for the first time that night.

She smiled softly as he nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so important both to your brothers and to me. There’s no one like you in the all of the three realms. If you weren’t here our lives would be so much darker and so much more boring, do you know that?”

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

“No it’s true,” Arella hums, as she pushes his hair back and places a peck to his forehead. “You want to know something else?”

“What?” Mammon arches a brow, “if it’s something cheesy, I’m leaving.”

Arella laughs at that. “I love you more than anything in this life or the next, and, no, you’re staying in here where I can see you.”

“What? C’mon, babe, I won’t do anything stupid, so don’t worry ‘bout me. And the last thing I need is Lucifer gettin’ at me because I spent the night in here when I shoulda been in my room.”

“Then I won’t give you a choice.” She starts matter of factly, “I’m invoking our pact. You’re sleeping in my room tonight where I can keep you close and pamper you all night. Also you’re going to tell me where you’ve hidden those pills you were talking about earlier and if their in one of your safes, you’re going to tell me the combination to it.”

“Arella, I-“ he groaned starting to complain

“No. This is important, Baby. I’m doing this because I care. Not to mention if Lucifer were to somehow find you in possession of those pills….. his rage would be so great that not even I would be able to stand between you two.”

Another moment of silence happened between them as Arella’s orders went into effect. Mammon let out a soft, discontented growl before finally breaking the silence.

“Fiiiiine. They’re in the safe that’s hidden in my pool table. The combination it 0127. Happy?”

“Very.” She replies cheerily. “Now, you’d better get comfortable, sir, because I’m going to remind The Great Mammon just how amazing, how wonderful , how special, and how loved he is.”

“Whatever, you dork, jus’ get off a me so I can move to a better spot.” He huffed as he shifted around under her, trying to hide the faint blush was already threatening to make itself at home of his cheeks.

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dameronology · 4 years ago

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welcome to the jungle {frankie morales}

summary: after taking a job with the delta guys, you cross paths with frankie morales. even though you’re at each other’s throats at first, it proves to be the start of something beautiful. (for @what-the--curtains - i hope you enjoy!!) - 7k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of ptsd

this is kinda ambiguous in terms of the timeline of the film but i sort of hint to the first half being before the events of t.f and the second half being after -- with that said, you can take it as you would like :D

- jazz

Your brother had dog sat for a few days.

In exchange, you were flying out to Colombia in the middle of your work week.

You believed in favours, but these two did not feel like they were equal.

Still, you were a person of your word - and getting to fly to South America was exciting. The job itself was exciting, if not a little...eyebrow raising. His friend, an ex-Delta soldier, needed somebody to ID a body. That part didn’t bother you - you were a forensic archaeologist after all and it was quite literally your job description. The suspicious bit was the circumstances under which you were doing it; Santiago Garcia hadn’t been entirely clear on the phone, but he’d said something about witnesses and getting the government off of our backs. You’d met Santiago a few times and you knew what kind of work he did - military stuff. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was probably an under-the-radar kind of affair. But, you’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

So, here you were on a warm Colombian Tuesday afternoon, suitcase trailing behind you as you trekked towards a dusty old air base. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on your back in a way that had initially been comforting, but was now just plain annoying. You didn’t know how long you were going to be here, but packing three jackets now felt like a stupid idea. The one one you’d worn on the plane over had been long discarded and tied around your waist, which only added to the struggle of dragging your case up the steep, sandy hill. In the distance, you could see an ATC tower glinting under the sun - the streams of light bounced right back off of it, causing you to shield your eyes with your forearm. The taxi you’d gotten from the international airport - not like this sandy little place - had only taken you so far. At least, of all things, the boots you’d opted to wear were built for this kind of thing.

A few hundred meters up the road, you finally saw another sign of human life. A 4x4 was parked outside the abandoned terminal entrance, three men leaning against the side of it. You spotted Santiago standing a few metres away on his phone, thumbs tapping away. He didn’t look any different to the last time you saw him; dark and curly hair, a semi-friendly smile and stubble littering his chin. You hadn’t seen him since your brother’s birthday party a few months ago.

‘Hey!’ The former soldier offered you a grin when he saw you, holding his arms open. ‘Long time, no see!’

‘Hey, Santi!’ You replied, giving him a pat on the back as he pulled you into a hug. ‘And yeah, it’s been a while. Then again, when was the last time you were in the country for more than five minutes?’

‘I’m in high demand.’ He shot back.

Pulling back from the embrace, Santi pointed to his colleagues. There was Will and Benny, two blonde boys, both in military gear. It didn’t take much to figure out that they were brothers; same smirk, same stance, same eyes. Even if Santi hadn’t pointed it out, you would have figured as much. You were naturally deductive - came with the job. After the brothers, there was Frankie. He had dark eyes and hair, the latter of which was covered by his hat. Unlike the other three, he was wearing more casual clothes, just with a tac vest over the top. You kind of got the vibe that he didn’t want to be there - that was...comforting.

‘What’s all this?’ Frankie asked, gesturing to the heavy metal suitcase behind you.

‘Just...stuff. Tools.’ You replied. ‘Things I need to do my job, I guess.’

‘How heavy is it?’

‘Light enough that I was able to get them onto a commercial flight?’ You offered.

‘The plane is already at max weight.’ He replied, brown eyes flickering up to meet yours.

‘God, give ‘em a break, Fish!’ Santi slapped him on the shoulder. ‘It’ll be fine.’

‘Remember last time you said it would be fine-’

‘- hey.’ He cut him off with a harsh look. ‘We don’t talk about that.’

‘So I can bring them?’ You raised your eyebrows. ‘Because I can’t do whatever it is you need to do unless I have them.’

‘Yeah, it’ll be fine.’ Santiago gave you a comforting smile. ‘Let’s head to the jet and we’ll talk about the job.’

Swinging your duffle bag back over your shoulder, you picked up your suitcase and began to follow the guys further up the hill. There wasn’t anybody else around -- just sand, sun and rusting old jets. There was one in particular that they seemed to be headed towards. It was only mildly less eroded than the damaged ones around you, but the engines were running and the cargo doors were open. Santiago took your bag from your hands as you approached it, tossing it in with the other luggage.

‘Do not throw that one, Garcia!’ You demanded, flinching slightly as he took your suitcase.

‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’ He shot back.

‘Sure thing.’ You rolled your eyes at him. ‘You brought a medkit right?’

‘No. Why?’

‘There’s one in my duffle bag.’ You replied. ‘Side pocket. Can you grab it?’

‘We don’t need one, we’ll be fine-’

‘- Santiago Garcia, do you want me to report back to my brother that you took his baby sibling on a jungle-wide expedition without the correct medical supplies?’ You challenged.

Santi swallowed, mind briefly flashing back to the time he’d almost been decked by said brother for letting you walk home alone. ‘Fine.’

Your triumphant smile only lasted a split second; as soon as your eyes fell on the plane, you realised you still had to get on it. Fuck.

The engines seemed to be working fine, but it was just...old. And eroding. And making a funny sound. You were by no means an engineer, but even just binging a few episodes of Air Crash Investigations made you feel qualified enough to know that this was not where it was at in terms of air safety. You could have taken it up with Frankie, but he didn’t seem entirely approachable.

You did trust Santi, however - though sometimes that seemed a little against your better judgement. Every crazy story that your brother had relayed back to you from their time in the military involved him making questionable decisions. Hopefully, opting to fly this hunk of metal wouldn’t be one of them. Here’s to hoping it was aerodynamic.

‘Are you getting in or…’ Frankie peered down at you from the stairs, eyebrows raised.

‘Yeah, sorry.’ You blinked in surprise. ‘This thing is safe, right?’

‘What’s it to you?’

‘What is it to me?’ You snorted. ‘Just, y’know, that I’m about to fly a few hundred thousand feet in the air and if it falls out of the sky I’ll die.’

‘I know what I’m doing.’ Frankie shut the door behind you as you climbed aboard, twisting the handle shut. ‘I’ve been flying for years.’

‘I’m not saying it’s you.’ You brushed past him, shoulders bumping as you did. ‘Captain fucking Sully couldn’t fly this thing.’

‘The guy from Monster’s Inc?’

‘No, the guy who landed the plane on the Hudson? They made a movie about it, with Tom Hanks-’

‘- you should sit down now.’ Frankie turned away from you. ‘We’re about to take off.’

Your mouth fell open in slight disbelief. What an asshole.

Santi called your name, signalling for you to sit with him in the cockpit. The seats on the plane hardly looked comfortable, and your brain was mentally working out if it was safer to sit over the wing in a crash, or by the tail. You’d definitely seen it in a documentary once, but you couldn’t remember exactly what they said. Perhaps the best option was to just be less dramatic.

Taking a seat between Frankie and Santi, you pulled your seatbelt on and shuffled awkwardly. This was fine. Absolutely fine. Frankie was a trained pilot (and a dickhead, but that didn’t take away from his flying skills) and you were going to be fine. Fiiiiine. Maybe if you said it once more, you’d believe yourself. You were going to be fine. Yeah, there we go.

A few deep breaths and you were certain. Or, at least you’d convinced yourself to be certain.

‘So.’ Your eyes momentarily flicked over to where Frankie was adjusting some controls. ‘What exactly am I doing here?’

‘A few months ago, the boys and I were involved in the shoot-out.’ Santi began. ‘Pretty standard for the type of operation we were on.’

‘Right. Standard office work.’ You muttered. ‘Do go on.’

‘We thought everyone who had witnessed it had been recorded.’ He continued. ‘And everyone who we spoke to verified that it was a justified shootout. No dirty work, no ulterior motive. All valid, from a legal perspective.’

You thinned your eyes. ‘I don’t think I like where this is going.’

‘We ID’d all the bodies at the time.’ He said. ‘Including a Ricky Martinez. Except now, a guy claiming to also be Ricky Martinez has come forward, claiming that his version of events is a little different. Like, different enough to incriminate us.’

‘He’s lying, right? You guys were the good ones?’ You urged. Santiago’s silence was anything but comforting. ‘Right?’

‘Morals are all a matter of perspective.’ He replied. ‘Our labs ID’d Martinez’ body twice but we need a third party opinion before we can completely dispel the guy pretending to be him.’

‘Guess that’s where I come in?’ You asked, leaning further back into the seat as the jet began to move.

‘Exactamente.’ Santi nodded.

That didn’t sound too bad. Between excavating the grave, running tests and returning the body, it would take a few days tops. You could manage that.

The jet began to pick up speed, making its ascent towards the runway. Frankie did look like he knew what he was doing -- heck, the man looked bored, even. He barely even had to look at the dash controls as it moved forward, hands moving freely and easily to manoeuvre the plane down the runway.

‘What are you staring at?’ Frankie glanced over at you.

‘N-nothing.’ You replied. ‘Shouldn’t you be focusing on the road-’

‘- that’s a runway.’ He cut you off.

‘Whatever.’

You were thrown backwards in your chair from the momentum of the take off. The plane angled upwards as it went up in the air, tilting sideways as it balanced out. You felt your stomach drop as the ground disappeared from beneath you, the push of the engines pulling you up higher into the sky. There was a clunk, signalling that the landing gear had retracted.

Well, the plane had fulfilled its first purpose: taking off. That was a good sign.

‘So,’ Benny peered over at you. ‘What’s your callsign gonna be?’

‘My name, presumably.’ You quirked a brow at him.

‘We have Ironhead, Catfish and Pope.’ He continued. ‘But Will and I were talking, and we thought Barbie was gonna fit well.’

‘Oh, really?’ You sniffed. ‘And why might that be?’

‘Because you’re young, and pretty hot-’

‘- so your call sign is Benny, right?’ You cut him off. ‘Short for Benjamin? That’s really clever. Did you come up with it yourself?’

‘Maybe Eye Candy will be beter-’

Benny was cut off when you reached across, leaning over Santi to smack him in the chest with your balled up fist. All four of them jumped in surprise at your action - clearly, you weren’t somebody to be fucked with. You hadn’t worked your ass for years to get your degree to get discredited like that.

‘Make a comment like that again and I’ll drop kick your ass out of this plane.’ You jabbed your finger towards him.

Benny thinned his eyes at you. ‘Frankie wouldn’t let you do that. Right, Cat?’

‘You heard ‘em.’ Frankie’s eyes didn’t move from the clouds ahead.

To give credit where credit was due, Frankie was good at landing planes.

Specifically, he was good at landing planes in places where planes should not have been landed. Not that he’d had much of a choice when the engines gave in half way through the journey, a couple hundred miles over the thick Colombian jungle.

In short, you’d been right the entire time. The damn thing wasn’t safe. Of course, you weren’t going to say I told you so right then, since it felt like a little bit of a sensitive subject.

Now, the five of you were standing next to a pile of what-used-to-be-a-plane, defeat plastered over every one of your individual faces. You were lucky to all have made it out okay - just about. Santiago had taken a hit to the head, Benny had bitten his tongue pretty hard when you’d collided with the ground (fitting) and Frankie had split his head open. You and Will were the only ones who hadn’t sustained any injuries. He had proven to be much more tolerable than his brother.

‘Okay, we just gotta…’ you looked around, eyes taking in the debris around you. ‘We just gotta stay calm-’

‘- stay calm?’ Frankie cut you off. ‘You’re the reason the fucking thing went down! If you hadn’t taken all that extra weight-’

‘- do you ever shut up, Morales?’ You snapped. ‘And I’m no genius but I don’t think the engines catching fire was anything to do with me bringing an extra bag onto the plane!’

‘I’m the pilot.’ He reminded you. ‘I know what I’m talking about.’

‘Maybe it was the weight of your ego that made it go down.’ You chided.

‘Hey - Patrick, Spongebob!’ Will finally yelled. Both your heads snapped in his direction, eyes wide. ‘Can you keep it in your pants for two minutes so we can work out how to make it through the night?’

‘Right, sorry.’ You nodded.

You glanced around the crash site, brain calculating for a minute as you took in what little was left. The plan had landed on its belly and skidded for a few hundred metres; consequently, most of the luggage had come out on the way. That left you with the one remaining bag, the medkit you’d scared Santi into bringing and the strewn camping kit that had been ditched in the back of the fuselage.

Pulling your phone out your pocket, you sighed when you realised that you had no signal. What had you expected? Four bars in the middle of the jungle? Probably not realistic. You did, however, have a compass app. That was something. You thought for a moment, glancing between the app and the sun’s position in the sky. It was splintering through the trees, washing heat over you like a bucket of cold water. There was a small stream a few metres away, which was a source of water at least.

‘It’s just gone four, maybe five in the afternoon.’ You announced. ‘So we have about three hours till the sun starts to set. The water in the stream runs that way so if we follow it, we’ll find the source. People are more likely to set up civilization around a source of water.’

All four of them looked at you like kids who had lost their parents in Walmart. Were they really ex-military?

‘So, what?’ Benny frowned. ‘We...set up a new civilisation?’

‘Oh my days.’ You muttered under your breath. ‘I am spoon-feeding this to you! It means that there will be a town with people.’

‘That’s smart.’ Santi nodded.

‘But before we do that, we gotta sort this out. Will, d’you know how to check for concussion?’ You asked, to which he nodded. ‘Okay, you check Santi and I’ll clean up Frankie’s head. Then we gotta gather those camping supplies and head east. Best case scenario, we find a town before sundown. Worst case scenario, we camp out for the night.’

‘Who put you in charge?’ Frankie asked.

‘Me.’ You replied.

Taking the medkit from Santi’s hands, you quietly thanked him and led Frankie over to some rocks. He didn’t seem all that pleased when you forced him to sit on one - and he was even less pleased when you pulled his hat off. It revealed a tangle of dark curls, some of which you had to push back to get to the mark on his head. Some may have debated the importance of mentioning such a detail, but you couldn’t help but notice how soft his hair was.

You knelt down in front of him, pulling the supplies out of the little medical kit. There weren't many, but there was enough to give him something temporary till you got to a proper hospital. If you got a proper hospital.

‘It’s not too deep.’ You observed, running your thumb over the creases of his forehead. ‘Just a couple stitches at worst.’

‘Don’t you normally stitch up bodies?’ Frankie asked. His brown eyes were glued to the floor, following the outlines of the boot-prints that you’d left.

‘Yeah, it’s the same kinda principle though.’ You laughed slightly. ‘Despite your attitude, I’m not gonna give you Y-incision stitches.’

‘Thanks.’

‘At least not in a place people can see them.’

Frankie snorted, but it translated to a hiss of pain as you dabbed an alcohol wipe at his forehead. Despite everything, you had a slight admiration for him. He’d managed to land the plane safely as the situation allowed and despite a few minor injuries, things could have been much worse. You didn’t quite feel like vocalising that to him when you were still stranded in the middle of the jungle, but if you ever got out? You might get Santi to pass the message on.

‘D’ you think it’ll scar?’ Frankie quietly asked.

‘Maybe.’ You admitted. ‘Just take a deep breath.’

‘Where did you even learn to do this stuff?’ He asked, letting out another small grunt of discomfort. ‘The stitches and the compass shit.’

You shrugged. ‘I’ve been around the block a few times. You kinda learn to be prepared.’

‘Really? As a morgue worker?’

‘Not a morgue worker.’ You grumbled. ‘Then again, I am stabbing a needle through your skin so I suppose I’ll allow the discrepancy.’

‘What is it you do then?’

‘I’m a forensic archaeologist.’ You explained. ‘So it’s my job to retrospectively work out how people died, whether it be because their body was found a long time after they died or because they had to be exhumed from their original resting place.’

Gently pulling the needle back from Frankie’s forehead, you cut the thread and dabbed it again with an alcohol wipe. You brushed his hair back down and placed his hat back on his head, offering him a smile. For the first time since you’d met him, he returned the gesture.

You dusted off your knees and took a place on the rock beside Frankie, examining your handy work. Considering you’d been in a plane crash not quite an hour ago, it wasn’t too bad. At least if it did scar, it was in a place his hair covered up. And in your defense, scarring wasn’t usually something you had to worry about with your other...patients. They usually went back in the ground not long after you dealt with them.

‘You’ll wanna sit down for a minute.’ You replied. ‘D’you feel dizzy at all? Sick?’

‘I was just in a plane crash.’

‘Me too, funnily enough.’ You rolled your eyes at him. ‘I s’pose it’s the most interesting job I’ve worked in a while.’

‘Same here.’ Frankie said. ‘I normally work for a flight school, so this is...something else.’

‘It’ll make me grateful when I get back to the office.’ You agreed. ‘Because it has four walls, air conditioner and co-workers who don’t give me ridiculous nicknames.’

‘Right.’ He snorted. ‘Benny can be...Benny. He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.’

‘Benny wasn’t the asshole.’ You quipped, nudging him with your elbow.

At least Frankie had proven now that he could talk to you without being insufferable. You couldn’t work out if you’d warmed to him or if he’d warmed to you, but doing somebody’s stitches was unarguably one hell of an icebreaker. He was just a little closed off; quiet and reserved, you figured. You didn’t know what him and the Delta guys had been through, but Santi had mentioned a few things in passing that pointed to a heavy past. That was something you could relate to - your job was no walk in the park either

‘It’s not...personal.’ Frankie glanced off into the distance.

Will had managed to salvage the remaining bag from the jet, meaning that Santiago could use it as a seat. Benny was sitting with them, talking amongst themselves. You would have to move soon, in order to find a suitable place to camp before sundown, but taking a minute to recover from the last hour was also important. You’d barely stopped to sit down since the plane had gone down, and now you had, the shock had hit you. Your suspicions about safety had actually been correct. Not that it mattered now, but at least you had a plan to get everyone back to civilization as soon as possible.

‘So you being an ice cold bitch isn’t to do with me? That’s a relief.’ You joked. Frankie smiled in response; his first genuine one since you’d met.

‘The witness that you were going to ID was from the last job we all worked together.’ He explained ‘It went bad. Really bad.’

‘From what Santi said, it sure did sound like it.’ You replied.

‘I hadn’t seen anything as bad as we did then since I was stationed out in the war zones.’ He continued. ‘So being back here, and being with the guys, has just put me on edge. I’m sorry if I was an asshole.’

‘You don’t have to say sorry.’ You shook your head. ‘I mean...actually, yeah, you were an asshole but I get it.’

‘You do?’

‘Forensic archeology is no walk in the park either.’ You replied. ‘It’s my job to work out how people have died. Most of my work is on crime scenes or in war zones so I’ve seen some...dark stuff.’

‘It sticks with you.’ Frankie quietly murmured.

‘Yeah, it does.’ You said. ‘I know you might not think it on the surface, because it’s the usual sort of job that leaves stuff weighing on your shoulders-’

‘- doesn’t matter.’ He cut you off. ‘Trauma is trauma. Regardless of how you got it or where it came from, it’s valid.’

You gave him a small smile. Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

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Later that night -- and after a few hours of walking -- you and the guys had settled down into a makeshift campsite. It was just at the edge of a clearing, not too far from what looked to be a small town glinting in the distance. You did offer to keep going, but between the injuries the group had sustained, it was easier to stop for the night. You had enough of a combined skillset to find some fruit growing to snack on and to start a fire.

Santiago, Will and Benny had long passed out. It wasn’t until after they had done so that you realised there was absolutely no room left in the tent. It was only built for two people, let alone five. Where that left you in terms of sleeping arrangements, you didn’t know, but the chances of even getting to rest felt low. Your brain was on full overdrive, tired eyes darting constantly around the distance. How safe was this place? You’d managed to convince yourself that the plane was secure, and that had gone down like...well, like the fucking plane.

You were sitting on a log, drawing pictures in the dirt with a stick. It was just something to keep your brain occupied as you fought off the tiredness. The jet-lag from your flight to Colombia had hit in full force and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into your bed -- the bed that wasn’t there.

‘So, are you keeping a look-out?’

You jumped at the sound of Frankie’s voice, twisting around to face him. ‘Something like that.’

‘I can take over if you want.’ He offered. ‘You should get some rest. You’ve saved our asses like three times today.’

‘Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t fit into that tent.’ You replied. ‘I can hear them snoring from here.’

‘Is it worse than the alternative of me keeping you company?’ He softly smiled, taking a seat beside you. ‘I’ll promise not to be an asshole anymore.’

‘We spoke about this.’ You reminded him. ‘I get it. It’s okay.’

‘I still feel bad.’ He sighed. ‘Especially after you stitched me up and led us through the jungle. We woulda eaten something poisonous and died if you hadn’t stopped Benny going near those mushrooms.’

You chuckled. ‘Don’t feel bad, okay? You’ve had bad experiences before and it’s natural to be anxious.’

‘I shouldn’t have taken it out on you-’

‘- Frankie!’ You cut him off with a groan. ‘I’m about to be an asshole if you don’t stop saying sorry.’

‘So we’re good?’

‘We’re good.’ You smiled. ‘Thanks for keeping me company.’

‘Santiago, in no uncertain terms, made it clear that he would come for our kneecaps if we left you alone in the dark.’ Frankie admitted. ‘I think he likes you.’

You chuckled, shaking your head. ‘I think you have the wrong idea. Santi is only so protective of me because he’s one of my brother’s best friends, and I guess by extension, that kind of makes him my brother too. They go right back to high school, and then they did the academy together.’

‘That’s a long time.’ Frankie nodded. ‘So you and Santi, that’s...nothing, right?’

‘Absolutely not.’ You snorted derivatively. ‘And if it was, my brother would probably end him.’

‘So,’ He took a stick from the floor, joining in with random doodles you were carving into the ground. ‘Be honest: if these stitches scar, d’you think I’ll look rugged and handsome?’

You peered over at him, eyes creasing as your smile grew wider. ‘Sure. Why not?’

‘Ouch.’ He dramatically grabbed his heart, shaking his head. ‘The correct answer was no Frankie, you already look rugged and handsome.’

‘Okay, it would make you look more rugged and handsome.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘Better?’

‘Better.’ He grinned triumphantly. ‘When was the last time you stitched up a living, breathing human?’

‘College, I think.’ You replied. ‘My roommate got into a fight and didn’t have insurance, so I did some makeshift stitches with a cheap sewing kit we found at a 24/7 corner shop.’

‘We’ve all done it.’ He laughed. ‘I’m glad the stitches you gave me were actual, professional ones...right?’

‘Obviously!’ You exclaimed. ‘You’ll probably want to get them redone when we get back to...y’know, civilisation.’

‘Naturally.’ He nodded. ‘I appreciate you stitching me up. The others would not have been able to do that if it had been just us.’

You shrugged. ‘It’s nothing, really.’

‘What if - and feel free to blatantly reject me for my earlier actions - I took you out for a drink when we got back? Y’know, if we ever get back to civilisation.’

‘Yeah, okay.’ You smiled.

Normally, Frankie wouldn’t have been that bold -- and you would have absolutely rejected someone who had made such a terrible first impression. But, said impression had changed. He’d been an asshole but you could see why; you could reason with it, even. God knew that you also had a tendency to become withdrawn and irritable when you were retracting back to the darker corners of your mind. Bad days on the job were hard to shake. They stuck with you for a long time.

The conversation continued, though you couldn’t recall exactly what it was about. Nothing and everything. Growing up and going to college - or for Frankie, the military. You compared stories of Santiago; Frankie’s were better, but yours were pretty good. He told you about how he’d got his piloting license back, and you in return offered a tale of the time that your brother had gotten a DUI.

Between the warmth of Frankie beside you and the crackling fire in front of you, it became harder and harder to fight off your exhaustion. You would have been tired enough if you were from this timezone, but your body clock was hours out of whack. With your eyelids getting heavier and the dark sky above you, it wasn’t long before you’d flopped into the pilot’s side with defeat.

‘’M sorry.’ You murmured.

‘It’s fine, you don’t have to apologise.’ Frankie replied. He moved his arm around your shoulders to support your weight from falling off the log - also to give a sign that he was more than okay with it.

You rested your chin on his shoulder, peering up at him. Now that his cold facade had slipped away, you could admire him a little bit more. Warm chocolate eyes, a strong jawline, and a face that just felt kind, even despite initial impressions. The warm glow of the fire illuminated his face with a soft hue, making the lighter tones of his eyes a little more visible.

You were both still lingering from the adrenaline of the plane crash, hearts pounding in your chests and brains wrestling with the idea that you’d both made it out with minor injuries. Was that what had made you bold? The sudden reminder of your mortality? Because you never would have kissed him if it had been a normal night.

He met you halfway, lips gently capturing yours in a soft kiss. They were a little chapped from the humidity of the jungle air, but intoxicating and enchanting all the same. He tasted very, very faintly of tobacco and a little bit of mint -- had the bastard had chewing gum this whole time? Not that it was relevant. Not that anything else in the world was relevant. Not when Frankie Morales was kissing you.

Neither of you said anything after; he simply pulled you into his chest, resting his head on top of yours. Between the mental exhaustion and emotional ping-pong game that you were partaking in, you wanted to sleep.

And sleep, you did; tangled together on the dirt of the jungle floor, not a worry in the world.

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Time passed.

It passed quickly and slowly all at once.

Once you’d found a little town and got on a coach to Medellin, you did what you came to do: identified the body, cleared their names and closed the case. Your duties at your actual job called you back home and less than a day later, you were on a plane home.

After that, everything was a blur. You tried to keep in contact with everyone, but life was demanding as ever. Thanks to a promotion at work, you were being kept busy 24/7. Santiago finally retired from active duty and moved back to your hometown, near to his parents and to the guys. Even with the group chat he’d made - affectionately titled Plane Pals - it was hard to constantly keep up with everyone.

You and Frankie had texted for a while, but it sort of faded out. Whenever you were able to make it back home to see him and everyone else, he was busy. You’d both tried to make plans a few times but they’d never come to fruition. You still texted each other happy birthday every year, but that was it. Like that night in the jungle, he quickly became a thing of the past. A distant memory that sometimes felt like a dream.

It made a good dinner table story, especially for first dates. You told it on many actually, actually -- only one ever went well. So well, in fact, that you’d ended up in a four-year-relationship. A marine biologist called Simon; not boring, but not necessarily exciting either. He was nice...enough. Nice enough that you didn’t find a reason to leave.

Looking back, you probably had a million reasons to leave. He was an asshole, for one. The last time he’d treated you right had been your first anniversary - and for some reason, you’d stuck around to celebrate your second and third and fourth. Everyone around you was settling down, and you felt that pressure too.

Even Santiago fucking Garcia, the biggest flirt and bachelor you knew, was getting married. You’d RSVP’d a plus one - Simon, obviously - but the week before you were due to fly home for the wedding, things had finally reached a bitter end. You weren’t sad about him; more sad that you’d wasted four years of your life on the Walmart equivalent to Ned Flanders.

On the brightside, your brother’s respective relationship had also gone through a shitty demise, meaning you could move your seats at the reception next to one another. Like Santiago, he had also retired from the military and was living his best life - even though it had taken six months for him to start speaking to his friend again. He hadn’t taken well to the idea of Santiago taking you on a job that left you in the middle of the jungle.

‘People are gonna ask where Simon is, aren’t they?’ You muttered.

‘Cheer up.’ Your brother nudged you. ‘I know what’ll help - let’s make a bet.’

‘What?’ You groaned.

You were standing outside the church, waiting to be called inside. You’d waved at Benny and Will as they came in. The latter had kids of his own now, but Benny was focusing on his boxing career. He hadn’t called you Barbie again though, so that was something.

‘I bet you twenty bucks that Santiago is divorced by the end of the year.’ Your brother grinned.

‘No! That’s horrible.’ You slapped his arm.

‘Whatever. That’s $20 you’re missing out on.’

‘I hate that we’re related.’

‘Me too.’

‘Shut up!’

‘You said it first!’

The two of you were cut off by someone clearing their throats.

You almost did a double take when you saw Frankie Morales stood in front of you. He didn’t look that different to his six-year-old Whatsapp profile picture; he wasn’t wearing his hat, instead wearing his hair pushed back, and rather than his old tac vest, he had a suit and tie on. You had a sort of vision of him in your head from that night, but it didn’t do him justice. He was even better in person.

‘Catfish!’ Your brother jeered. ‘Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes!’

‘Says you!’ Frankie gave him a slap on the back. His eyes then fell to you, and his demeanour changed a little. ‘Hey.’

‘Frankie fucking Morales.’ You murmured. ‘How’re you?’

‘Thriving.’ He replied. ‘You?’

‘Also thriving.’ You smiled.

‘I was sorry to hear about the divorce, man.’ Your brother, as clueless as ever, didn’t sense the sudden onset of tension.

‘Divorce?’ You blinked in surprise. ‘Is that really something you should bring up-’

‘- you brought up your break up at dinner last week-’

‘- only because you brought up yours first-’

‘- guys!’ Frankie cut you off. ‘It’s fine, really. I appreciate you looking out for me but it was a while ago now. Besides, I’ve got Leya. She takes up all my time.’

‘Leya?’ your eyebrows shot up. ‘Is that your girl-’

You were interrupted by a bell ringing, signalling that it was time for the guests to enter the church. Did the universe hate you? What kind of fucking dreadful timing was that?

‘I’ll see you guys at the reception, right?’ Frankie asked.

‘Sure thing, dude.’ Your brother waved him off.

The pilot turned on his heel, giving you a smile as he headed for the church. He was the best man after all, and his presence probably was needed.

‘You asshole!’ You have his shoulder another whack. ‘I was talking to him!’

‘Jesus, calm down! And why do you hit so hard?’ He huffed. ‘What’s so important?’

‘Who’s Leya?’

‘I dunno! Do I look like Gossip Girl?’

‘Yeah.’

‘You’re mean.’ He grabbed you by the arm, dragging you towards the church entrance. ‘And mum made me promise to make sure you wouldn’t play Doodle Jump during the vows.’

‘That was one time!’ You snapped.

Thankfully, the actual ceremony passed quicker than you thought. Santiago’s new wife was beautiful -- you hadn’t met Yovanna before, but both her and Santi had greeted you with a bright smile as you entered the reception. It was in a large hotel room, decorated with strings of fairy lights and a large dance floor. A lot of thought had clearly got into it.

It made you a little sad to think about. How many weddings had you been to in the last five years? How many times had people looked at you and your former boyfriend and said you’ll be next. You weren’t even sad about him. If anything, you were mad that you’d let yourself think about marrying him. You could do better. You were going to do better.

‘Is that girl over there eying me up?’ Your brother’s voice pulled you back to reality. ‘I swear she’s been giving me heart eyes since they brought dessert out.’

‘Which one?’

‘The one in the cute dress! Brown hair, dark eyes-’

‘- that’s Santi’s cousin.’ You rolled your eyes.

‘And?’

‘Santi’s cousin who is a lesbian?’ You tried to suppress a laugh. ‘Who has been with her wife for 11 years and has three children?’

He groaned. ‘Why must you find such joy in my pain?’

‘It’s what siblings are for.’ You grinned. ‘I’m gonna get a drink. D’you want anything?’

He only let out another groan in response - you took that as a no, simply giving him a pat on the head as you stood up.

You’d tried to ask around with a few mutual friends if they knew who Leya was -- either they hadn’t seen Frankie in a while, or they pushed to know why you were asking. You couldn’t exactly play that one as suave. Nobody took a casual interest in the personal life of somebody they barely knew -- even though you did know Frankie. Quite well, actually. He’d practically recounted his entire life story to you that night. Told you things that not even Santi knew.

‘What can I get for you?’ The bartender asked.

‘Uhhh…’ you glanced up at the menu. ‘Is it an open bar?’

‘If I had enough money for every time someone asked me that tonight, I’d be able to pay for all the drinks.’ She shot back. ‘So, no.’

‘Jeez.’ You muttered. ‘How much for a double rum?’

‘Fifteen bucks.’

‘Fifteen?!’ You spluttered. ‘How much is tap water?’

‘Y’know, I still owe you a drink.’

Like earlier, Frankie had suddenly appeared unannounced. You couldn’t help but grin when you saw him leaning against the bar beside you, a goofy smile plastered across his face and his undone tie wrapped around his left hand. Your eyes flickered up to his forehead, examining it for a minute.

‘So the stitches didn’t scar?’ You asked.

He pulled back his hair, shaking his head. ‘Nope.’

‘You lucky duck.’ You quipped. ‘So. About that drink?’

‘This shit is insanely overpriced.’ Frankie said. ‘I can steal us a bottle of wine if you’re willing to hide and drink it?

You glanced over at your brother, who was now crying to one of Santiago’s great aunts, piling cake into his mouth.

‘Yeah. I’m down for that.’

Five minutes later, you and Frankie were out in the gardens of the hotel. It had been raining all day, but there was an undercover patio not too far from the main reception; the walls were made out of white wood, with red roses trailing up the side. The fairly lights tangled beside them illuminated the place in a gentle glow, blue evening sky providing a beautiful contrast. Even though the showers had stopped, you could still smell the rain in the fresh evening air.

‘Wine?’ Frankie led you to a seat by the edge of the patio. ‘I stole it from the head table so it's the expensive shit.’

He tore the cork off, handing you the bottle. Neither of you had brought glasses, but you didn’t mind drinking from the same bottle. You’d kissed already - what was the point in formalities?

‘I hate it to break it to you.’ You paused to wipe your mouth, recovering from the bitter taste. ‘But that’s champagne.’

‘Still alcohol, right?’ He took it from your hands, taking a swig. ‘And it’s free!’

‘You’re right.’ You chuckled. ‘So...I believe we have four years worth of catching up to do.’

‘D’you wanna go first?’ Frankie offered. ‘I heard you got a promotion.’

‘I did, yeah.’ You grinned. ‘It’s a thousand times more work but I get more control over what jobs I take, so that’s good.’

‘Anyone special in your life?’ He asked.

‘Cut the shit, Frankie.’ You groaned. ‘I know that Santi updates you on every second of my life as it happens.’

‘You got me there. He mentioned a...Steven?’

‘A Simon.’ You corrected. ‘But Dickhead or Asshole works just as well.’

‘Damn, I’m sorry.’ Frankie gave your leg a light squeeze. ‘What happened?’

‘He didn’t deserve me and I stayed with him too long.’ You shrugged. ‘I didn’t think I had a reason to leave.’

‘Not having a reason to leave isn’t a reason to stay.’ He murmured.

You didn’t know whether to bring up the D-Word. D-i-v-o-r-c-e. He hadn’t seemed that phase when your sibling had so eloquently and gently brought it up earlier, but you knew Frankie was good at putting on a front. It was why you’d clashed when you first met.

‘Am I allowed to ask?’ You quietly said.

‘It’s nothing bad.’ He shrugged. ‘I mean it is bad, terrible actually, but it was two years ago now. We only got married because she got pregnant and then left the minute our daughter was born.’

‘Leya.’ You didn’t mean to say the name out loud, but it made sense now. ‘Leya is your daughter.’

‘Yeah.’ Frankie warmly smiled. ‘I hate what happened but I’d do it all over again ten times if it meant having her in my life.’

He spent the next few minutes telling you about her. She was named Leya after a certain space princess, though Frankie had changed the spelling to make it less obvious (to which you had argued it was still quite obvious, but a cool name nonetheless). She was currently three years old, often got confused between Spanish and English words, and enjoyed Power Rangers. All in all, she sounded like a great kid. Above all, it was obvious how much she meant to Frankie. His whole face lit up when he spoke about her. Her mum was entirely out the picture, meaning he was doing the whole thing by himself.

‘She sounds amazing.’ You beamed, peering down at the picture on his phone. ‘She looks so much like you.’

‘Thank God.’ Frankie murmured. ‘I dunno if it being a dad has made me more introspective, but I think about that night a lot.’

‘Me too.’ You replied. ‘Not the thing about being a dad. The other part.’

He laughed. ‘I got that.’

‘What do you think about?’

‘You, mostly.’ He admitted. ‘The fact I was an asshole. The fact you basically saved us all. The fact I never got to take you out for that drink.’

You took a swig of champagne, poking his arm. ‘We’re doing it now!’

‘I know.’ He grinned. ‘I just...I know it was only one night but we might not have been around to tell the story if you hadn't been there.’

‘You were the one who landed the plane safely.’

‘Which wouldn’t have mattered if you didn’t do all the stuff after.’ He reminded you. ‘The thing I think about most, though, is that kiss.’

You froze slightly, head slowly turning to look at him. He was peering down at you now, brown eyes intently gazing at you, not unlike they had the first time you’d been in this position. Now, you weren’t both beyond exhausted, or stuck in the middle of the jungle. You were safe and sound, right here with one another.

‘It was a pretty good kiss.’ You edged slightly closer towards him.

‘A very good kiss.’

‘Maybe we should do it-’

Frankie cut you off, meeting your demand before you could even finish it. He was just as you remembered; chapped-but-soft lips with a hint of mint. No tobacco this time. He gently placed a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you further up towards him. It was like you were both reliving the memory of that night in a dream - something you’d done many times. Your memory of it had faded over time but this? This was vivid and giddy and entirely consuming all at once.

‘You know,’ Frankie pulled back for a moment, keeping his hand on the back of your neck and forehead pressed to yours. ‘I asked Santi about you a few years ago, pretty much the minute I realised I was ready to move on from...her.’

‘You did?’ You murmured.

‘That’s when he said you’d been seeing Simon for a few weeks.’ He admitted. ‘I was gutted. Kept wishing I’d got there first.’

‘I wish you had got to me first.’ You lightly chuckled. ‘It would have saved me a lot of pain.’

‘If I were to ask out now, what would you say?’

‘Fuck yes, obviously.’

‘Good.’ He pressed a brief peck to your lips. ‘I admire the enthusiasm.’

That night - well, actually it had probably been the night in Colombia, depending on who you asked - marked the start of a fresh start for you both. What had initially started out as an attempt to seek solace in one another during a difficult time had led you to something more: something whole, something fulfilling.

If someone had told you the first time you’d met Frankie Morales that the unfriendly pilot was going to become the best thing that ever happened to you, you probably would have slapped them. Or laughed, or cried, or all three. That night you met, you thought the emotions you were feeling were from the plane crash -- adrenaline and warmth and panic.

As it would turn out, it was simply the feeling of knowing -- knowing that Frankie Morales was it.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales imagine #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales angst #triple frontier imagines #pedro pascal character headcanons

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vannahfanfics · 3 years ago

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Riveting Life Experiences

Category: Friendship Fluff

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Nami, Vivi Nefertari

Additional Tags: Modern AU, High School AU

Hey, everyone! This story was originally going to be for the One Piece School Zine, but unfortunately it could not be completed due to the pandemic. Still, I thought I would post it for everyone to enjoy!

“Thank you! Enjoy the rest of the festival!” Vivi called gleefully as their latest customer departed, snacking animatedly on the creamy chocolate-covered banana they had just purchased from her and Nami’s booth. Their chocolate-covered banana stand nestled in the junction of the east and west halls and overlooked the stairs leading down to the main rotunda. Nami, fundraiser extraordinaire, had snagged the spot to ensure maximum foot traffic. Vivi suspected that some arm-twisting and potentially frightening threats had been involved, but hey, they’d already made tons of money! Vivi wasn’t about to complain.

Nami snickered devilishly as she leafed through the stack of cash they’d already accumulated in their first two hours of opening.

“Nami,” Vivi laughed with cinched eyebrows, “you know you can’t keep that money, right? All the proceeds are going toward our oceanography club!” As Vivi playfully chided her best friend, the redhead flashed her a sardonic smirk.

“Considering I am the president of the Oceanography Club, the money does technically go to me,” she corrected, now fanning herself with the fat stack of bills. “So, I am going to enjoy this, Vivi, dear.” Vivi could not help but chuckle at Nami’s affluent and opulent attitude.

“All right, Miss President,” Vivi conceded amusedly. The blunette returned her gaze to the front of their booth, where rich chocolate-coated peeled bananas stood in plastic trays that Vivi had adorned in fun stickers to enhance the appeal. Above the colorful flowers and rainbows and a very tasteful unicorn, the candied bananas perched in all their splendor. Some of them simply sported the enamel-like hard chocolate shell, while others flaunted crushed nuts, sprinkles, marshmallow chunks, or swirls of peanut butter. Vivi’s mouth watered as she admired them.

“Excuse me! I’d like two chocolate bananas, please!”

Vivi jolted as she was suddenly addressed. It took her a moment to regain her bearings, so her hands fluttered uselessly across the counter while her mouth opened and shut uselessly. The girl before the stand blinked curiously at Vivi’s odd behavior, stroking a swathe of her voluminous wavy black hair.

“That one, please,” the girl quipped simply with a point of a manicured nail at a peanut butter swirl banana. “Two,” she reminded as Vivi went to pluck one from the display. Cheeks burning, Vivi quickly did as told.

“That’ll be five hundred Berries, please.” The girl held the two bananas by the sticks between her middle and third fingers while she fished some bills out of her uniform pocket. Vivi’s fingers quivered slightly as she took the money from the girl, who thanked her cheerfully before skipping over to a lanky, tan-skinned, dark-haired man with golden eyes lounging by one of the windows and looking totally unimpressed by the school festival.

“Law! Law! I got us some chocolate-covered bananas.”

“Baby 5, I didn’t want— ugh, no, don’t cry— fiiiiine…”

Vivi continued to stand there with carnation-pink cheeks. I can’t believe I was fantasizing what they’d taste like! she thought ashamedly. Her focus should be on making their booth a great success, not consuming the merchandise. However, even as she chastised herself, Vivi’s eyes drifted back down to the scrumptious-looking treats.

“So, Vivi,” Nami asked suddenly. Her slightly inquisitive tone jerked Vivi’s eyes away from the candy-coated bananas. Nami still fanned herself nonchalantly with the wad of cash. “What made you choose chocolate-covered bananas, of all things?”

Vivi’s face immediately alighted with a self-conscious blush again. As she shied away from her friend’s inquisitive stare, Vivi worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She began to swing her body slowly from side to side, eyes flickering from the fruity treats to the redhead’s puzzled expression. Nami’s eyes darted up and down her form, analyzing her body language, but she waited for Vivi to speak instead of prodding her into further fluster.

“You promise that you won’t laugh?”

“Why would I laugh? Surely your reason for picking chocolate-covered bananas isn’t a knee-slapper,” Nami frowned with a raised eyebrow. Vivi’s cheeks brightened to a lovely shade of rose pink, prompting her to press her palms against her face. They immediately began to sweat from the sheer amount of heat rolling off her skin.

“Well, I… Before moving here to Japan, I researched popular trends and events, and happened upon information concerning popular snacks sold at booths like these…” She trailed off as an uncomfortable wave of nervous nausea blossomed in her belly. Nami’s orange eyebrow crept higher and higher up her forehead as she began to stare at Vivi, nonplussed.

“And…?”

“One of them was chocolate-covered bananas.”

Silence settled between them. Vivi squirmed under Nami’s persistent blank stare. She desperately wished that some emotion would show on Nami’s face— confusion, derision, amusement— anything. Instead, her face was a blank slate, her chocolate-brown eyes owlishly wide as the gears turned in her head.

Finally, a smile cracked the vacantness of Nami’s ogle.

“Vivi, why would you think I would laugh at that? That’s adorable!” the redhead squealed and lunged forward to wrap her arms loosely around Vivi’s shoulders. Vivi blushed brightly, both at her statement and the sudden half-embrace.

“R-really?” Vivi squeaked, grabbing Nami’s forearms. Nami flashed her a friendly smile, which caused the little bubbles of anxiety in Vivi’s body to burst one by one. “Thanks… I just thought it was so silly,” she confessed with a light laugh.

“Aw, Vivi,” Nami smiled sweetly. “I don’t think it’s silly at all. You were excited to come to a new place and learn about all the local cultures. I think that’s really cool, actually.”

“You really think so?” Vivi asked doubtfully. Nami’s smile widened, and she raised a hand to boop her gently on the tip of her nose. Vivi snickered at the intimate gesture.

“Yeah! So… Have you ever had a chocolate-covered banana?” Nami asked with a raised eyebrow. When Vivi shook her head, Nami slipped her arms from around Vivi’s to pluck two of the delectable banana treats from the display case. Vivi blushed as Nami presented the fruit on a stick to her. “Go on! Take it!” the redhead insisted, reading Vivi’s unsure expression. “We’ve made plenty of money today; I won’t miss the revenue from a couple of bananas,” she laughed when Vivi’s eyebrows knitted further.

Reluctantly, Vivi took the chocolate-covered banana. She turned the wooden skewer slightly between her thumb and forefinger to inspect the treat from all angles. It was one of the marshmallow-coated ones; the soft, cylindrical structures protruded from the coat of brown candy as rocks rose from cresting waves. After a moment of considering it, she timidly leaned forward to bite off the end of the banana. She immediately released a satisfied hum.

The milk chocolate melted as soon as it hit her tongue, spreading the rich, decadent flavor over her taste buds. The mute sweetness of the banana complimented it supremely, and the pillowy sweetness of the marshmallows perfected the harmony of flavors. Vivi couldn’t help immediately diving in for another bite before she’d even swallowed the first, eyes fluttering shut. Her lashes immediately parted again when she heard Nami chuckle.

“It’s good, huh?” the girl said as she bit into her own banana, one with rainbow sprinkles adorning its chocolate shell. Nami released a similar hum of gratification. “Delicious! I knew I had a stroke of genius for me to ask Sanji to prepare these.”

“I bet it didn’t take much convincing, either, considering you have him wrapped around your finger,” Vivi teased, sticking out the tip of her tongue with a playful wink. Nami smirked triumphantly.

“Hehe, well, he is particularly susceptible to my feminine wiles,” Vivi’s counterpart snickered cheekily. As if summoned, Sanji’s voice came floating down the hallway, rising above the din of pleasant conversation and contented laughter.

“Nami-swaaaaaaan~! Viviiiiiiiiiiii!”

Both of the girls turned to see the blond charging through the crowd, hearts beating in his eyes and trills flying from his mouth as he zoomed from the other end of the school building. Nami leaned on the counter, resting her cheek on her hand and preparing a demure smile. Vivi rolled her eyes; Nami was preparing to swindle Sanji out of several bananas’ worth of his restaurant wages.

Nami was the queen of the hustle, after all— but of course, Vivi was her back-up, so she too draped herself over the edge of their booth to seductively chomp on the chocolate-covered banana. She smirked as Sanji nearly fainted on the spot from the two girls smiling so charmingly at him. Though they’d only just begun, Vivi checked a successful school festival off her list of riveting life experiences. Oh, and trying chocolate-covered bananas, too.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

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skywillsometimeswrite · 4 years ago

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Why?

So I got really inspired by @target-block ‘s Evil!Impulse and Evil!Stress AU and so I decided let’s throw a hastily written fic at them

(I have barely watched Impulse, and I haven’t seen much of Stress, so literally it’s all spitballing but they’re evil so its fiiiiine)

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“Why, Impulse? Why are you doing this?”

Impulse glanced over his shoulder at his old friends, Bdubs physically holding Tango back. If Bdubs even loosened his grip Tango would most definitely charge right at Impulse. He wonders if his old friend would hit him. He was never the particularly violent type, so maybe he would try and talk him out of the high that he was currently riding from his carnage spree. Would he hug him and try and use some heartfelt words to sway him back over to being his old self? The thought amused Impulse, making his smile grow to show his teeth off.

He laughed, loud and hearty, just like he used to at Zedaph’s more ridiculous ideas, or when Bdubs would get himself blown up. He caught a glimpse of Tango’s confused expression shifting into one of betrayal before he looked out on the damage that he had caused.

He breathed in the tell tale smell of wither roses, relishing in his handiwork as ghasts, blazes, and even a few withers flew around the shopping district. The roses had a distinct smell, one that mingled quite well with smoke, nether wart, and spider eyes as he had learned when concocting this most magnificent scheme with his two partners in crime. That beautiful symphony of smells now hung over the shopping district, the once green grass Scar placed now brown and dead or black with the wither effect seeping into its roots. Impulse thought it was quite the improvement. The place had gotten to be a bit too colorful for his liking.

“Why?” He echoes back to Tango, spinning on his heel. He held a wither rose in his calloused hand that had become immune to the wither effect the plant held. His fingertips were stained black and faded as they went down. He had lost full feeling in them ages ago, but that never hindered him. If anything, it helped since he didn’t have to worry as much about his own weapons and traps hurting him when he set them up. Not to mention facing down wither skeletons in the nether had become nothing but a simple chore. “You want to know why?”

“Yes! Why would you betray us like this? What have we ever done to you?” Bdubs’ voice grated against Impulse’s ear drums and he couldn’t help how he nearly crushed the precious flower in his fist.

Impulse walked towards his previous coworkers, circling them on top of Scar’s magnificent Scara Junior. Impulse picked the black petals off of the rose, letting them flutter down onto the organic material of the stem, and lazily watched as they formed a circle of decay around his enemies. Ordinarily, just the petals wouldn’t do much, but the stem soaked up all of the withering effect that it could. It quickly spread to the point underneath Tango and Bdubs, and despite how the two tried, they were never particularly strong: in will or in body. Their coughs and groans as their beings filled with unwavering pain was music to Impulse’s ears, even more so as he felt the familiar feeling creep up his own legs and reinvigorate him.

“What have you ever done to me?” Impulse’s voice raised, incredulous, before it fell again, black particles falling from his mouth as the withering effect spread within his body. “Are you serious? The better question is what haven’t you done to me?

All you guys have ever done is use me. I finish one job, and you guys want something bigger. And every time I’m lucky if I get even a little bit of gratitude. I help you with your games, I help you with your projects, I help you with your farms, I give you resources, I design new machines and what do I get in return? A ‘thanks’ and a guarantee that you’ll come back to me when you need something else.”

He kneeled in front of the two hermits, both of them holding their chests as the incredible, beautifully hideous wither spread through them, slowly draining away their life. That was probably one of Impulse’s favorite parts of using the petals over full flowers: it was a lot slower of a death.

He gently put one of his wither tainted fingers underneath Tango’s chin, lifting his head up so he could look into his pain filled red eyes. “Even you, Tango. The only reason I’m here is because you needed someone to do your work for you. I’m surprised you didn’t see this coming.”

Tango opened his mouth, a strangled sound escaping in what almost sounded like a word before it devolved into horrendous coughs that brought a smile to Impulse’s face. He dropped the other’s head, standing proudly over the men.

This was by far the best payment he could have asked for.

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“Stress, I don’t understand, why are you doing all this?”

Iskall was precariously balancing on the Logz blimp, his arms out as he tried to steady himself. This sight caused Stress to giggle, and Iskall’s disturbed expression at the almost normal sound was clear on his face. She knew, if it had been anyone else standing in front of him, he wouldn’t have hesitated to charge forward and impale them. But this was Stress in front of him, his best friend. He adored her, and she knew that very well. So of course she was going to use that to her advantage.

“You’re a smart guy, Iskall, I’m sure you can figure it out.” She said, catching how his eyes drifted out over the shopping district and to the roof of the Colored Complete shop. Now that she didn’t appreciate. She wasn’t harmless, perhaps she had to remind him of this.

She twirled a lingering potion in her hand, spinning it on her fingertip before gingerly tossing it at Iskall’s feet. It shattered, the sickly green liquid exploding all over the wood. The fumes quickly wafted up, causing Iskall to cover his mouth, but it was all too late. The poison spread through his body, making his vision sway and his stomach retch, Stress knew. She had tested it enough times to know the exact effects on a person, and she didn’t need a watch to know exactly when it would end.

“You should keep your eyes on me if you know what’s good for you, luv. I’m not some cute dainty flower, you know -- well, I am adorable, but that's not the point, now is it?”

Iskall was definitely one of the tougher hermits, she had to give him that. Most anyone else would be rendered incapacitated from her enhanced poison potions, but he managed to glare at her between wet coughs. He took a few steps towards her, out of the fading cloud of poisonous fumes, and took a deep breath of air. Not that it would help him much, considering the amount of smoke that lingered around them.

“Seriously, Stress, what is all this about? We’re friends aren’t we? What’s gotten into you?”

She rolled her eyes, groaning at such a typical Iskall response. Really, he couldn’t be more predictable could he? She pulled out a splash potion, watching the ink black liquid swirl around inside the fragile glass.

“You really think I’m so simple, do ya?” She took a step forward, watching Iskall take a step backwards from the corner of her eye. “Sure, we were friends, Iskall. But that got old real quick, it did. Y’see I got real tired of being this little do gooder that could do no wrong. The one everyone underestimated. I wanted to prove to all of you how easily you were to fool. How easily I could fool you.”

She grinned at Iskall’s wide eye and shaking legs as she took another step forward. “You’re all really stupid, you know that? None of you even thought to suspect us! And we weren’t barely subtle at all. Luckily for us, you lot were so happy to cling on to the idea of poor Falsie being behind all of our messes that you didn’t look any farther into it!”

She sighed, squishing her cheek with the palm of her hand as she thought about it. “I do feel a lil’ bad, you know. About Falsie. I honestly didn’t think you’d straight up ban her. Must’ve been pretty scary for her.”

“We thought-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you lot thought. That sweet ol’ Impy and I wouldn’t hurt a fly, right?” She tossed the potion at him, knowing that he was enshrouded in darkness. Even his mechanical eye couldn’t see past a blindness potion that she had made. She walked towards him, sliding her hand up his arm and getting right up close to him. She wished she could frame his look of terror when she whispered:

“Do you still think that?”

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“Grian, mate, really you gotta explain this to me. All of this. I-I don’t get why you’re doing all this.”

Ariana rolled her eyes at Mumbo. “How many times do I have to tell all of you? I’m not Grian, I’m Ariana Griande. I swear, you all are terrible with names.” She tutted.

“Yeah, right, whatever your name is, you need to stop this. Please. Or- Or at least tell me why you’re doing this. We can figure this out, I’m sure.”

Araina’s heels clicked on the noteblocks she stood on, walking over them as she examined Mumbo carefully. She hummed every note that played with every footstep she took. Sure, maybe Etho’s work was more refined and practiced, but Ariana was known for her voice not her instrumental talent. And of course for her explosive and fiery personality. Why else would Stress and Impulse recruit her?

“I think the better question is why wouldn’t I be doing this?” She asked Mumbo as she hopped off the noteblocks and onto the white concrete that made up the roof of Colored Complete. It was more grey now from all the smoke, but she thought that it looked far prettier that way. Fire always gave things that extra spice they needed.

“What?”

“Oh, come on Mumbo. Are you telling me you’ve never wanted to create a little chaos before?”

He spluttered, looking at her as if she was crazy before gesturing to the currently crisping shopping district. “This- this isn’t just ‘a little chaos!’ Grian, if you think this is all some harmless prank you gotta snap out of it, man. This is way, way, way worse than anything else you’ve ever done.”

“Ariana.” She corrected him again before walking to stand next to him and survey her fine handiwork. She had to compliment Impulse, the nether mods definitely helped a lot with the fire bit. And the ghasts certainly helped in the blowy-uppy part. Of course, most of the larger destruction was her own direct doing and she was quite proud of it all, even if it had made her skirt flutter up a little bit. She could sacrifice a little modesty for the sake of her art.

“And Mumbo, my dear Mumbo, I don’t think this is some harmless prank or whatever. No, I think,” she threw her arm over his shoulder, the heels making the reach less awkward. She still had to pull the man down to her height, though. “I think this is art. Beautiful art.”

She let him go, happily skipping back over to her noteblocks and sitting down on one, crossing her legs as she smiled out over the marvelously demolished shopping district. Her smile grew as a blaze lit a lone piece of TNT, the explosion adding to the brilliant cacophony of sounds that were already in the air. The crackling of fire, the screeches of ghasts, the breathy roars of withers, and of course her favorite sound: the panicked screaming of the hermits as they scrambled to salvage as much as they could.

Really, did she even need to explain why she did all of this? Why they did all of this? It seemed pretty obvious to her.

“You see, Mumbo, it’s all about making a statement.”

#sky writes #target-block #evil impulse and stress au #work: why?#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #impulsesv #stressmonster #stressmonster101 #grian #ariana griande #i should be writing literally anything else #and yet here i am #because this is such a fun au #i know hels and ex are also in this au somewhere #but i wanted to focus on these three mainly #also ariana griande has only been referred to as she/her so

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.30

Lance was wallowing. His stomach hurt, he’d run out of snacks, though they hadn’t been a smart idea, and the TV remote was out of reach. Blue had bitten his toes when the blanket had slipped off his feet, and Keith wouldn’t take care of him because Lance refused to admit he needed his help. Thanks to his dumb mouth, he’d blundered. He’d kissed Keith. He didn’t remember it. His first kiss and he didn’t remember it. He remembered everything, but he didn’t remember that. Hearing the vacuum turn on, he dragged his blanket over his head. He wasn’t even allowed to wallow in peace. Now he had blood coming out of places blood wasn’t supposed to come out of. He was stuck permanently semi horny, and he smelt like someone had dumped potpourri over his head. The weekend was upon them, again, and that mean Pidge and Hunk would be making an appearance. Further interrupting his wallowing. He’d locked himself away to spare Keith how sick he felt, but stupid Keith had to worry and he had to go be happy he had someone to worry over him. As the vacuum cleaner drew closer, Lance groaned his annoyance its loud noise, he groaned again as his wallowing was interrupted by Keith pulled the blanket off from over his head as he stepped on the power button, cutting the obnoxious noise

“What was that for?”

“Just making sure you hadn’t permanently expired”

“I’m wallowing”

“I noticed”

With a huff, Lance pulled the blanket back over his head

“I’m allowed to wallow. It hurts”

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but try to shower today, before you start going mouldy”

Keith turned the vacuum back on, Lance hissing at the blasted appliance. If Keith had to clean, then he could at least use a broom, or a carpet sweeper, something that didn’t sound like the hordes of hell stabbing at his ears with their screaming wails. And who was Keith to imply he was going mouldy? He’d had a shower that morning, not that it helped with the cramping or the smell. He did have some pride left. It wasn’t very much, but seeing Keith was acting like their whole screaming match didn’t happen, Lance was following his lead.

Lance got exactly 5 minutes peace between the vacuum turning off and the doorbell ringing. Keith dropping Blue on his head when Lance made no motion of coming out. Clawed by Blue, Lance’s face was used as a jumping pad, his precious baby running away without so much as a lick or a purr. Blue wasn’t getting any wet food until she started loving him again. Listening to Keith walk through the house, Lance tried to cover his head with the couch cushion, but the damn thing was sewn in, leaving him only covered by his blanket.

“‘sup, loser?”

“Hey, Pidge. Hey, Hunk. Come on in, Lance is in the living room”

There was the sound of running feet before Lance was crushed by Pidge sitting on him

“You’re sofas too hard. You should get a new one”

Wiggling her butt, Lance groaned. Of all the place she could have sat, it was on his side, weight irritating his sore stomach

“We all know the lump is Lance. He’s wallowing”

“Oh no. Don’t tell me one of his shows finished? One time he didn’t move for like a week because he didn’t like the ending”

“He’s had the shits all day. You might not want to squash him too much”

Keith could go fuck himself. Lance would have a spun a much better lie if their positions had been reversed

“Ew! Dude, that’s way TMI. Maybe it’s genetic, I hear diarrhoea runs in your jeans”

Hunk groaned at Pidge. Keith, the arsehole, snorted

“I wonder if you’ll find it funny if you squash it out of him”

“Yuck! No thanks”

When Pidge climbed off of him, the gremlin lifted his feet and sat herself down in the opposite corner. Pulling the blanket down to his chin, he pouted at his friend

“I’d still love you. Despite the shit you do”

“I’d love you too, but if you actually crap yourself, I’m never letting you live it down”

“Says you. I still have very vivid memories of a certain blue top...”

A certain blue top that Pidge had managed to cover in vomit as she argued with a taxi driver about some mathematical term that Lance didn’t get, because she’d been too drunk and kept mixing equations. Thankfully they were outside the taxi, Lance paying for the ride, while tipping the man generously as he apologised profusely over Pidge

“Shut up. I was drunk”

“Very. Very, very, drunk. I seem to remember that night you learned that lollywater and beer didn’t mix”

“It was so green”

The same shade as radiator coolant. Blueberry vodka did not go well with beer at all. Poor Pidge had burst into tears, Lance carrying her home and cleaning her up so Hunk wouldn’t have to

“It was. I’m wallowing because I can. What brings you guys over?”

“It’s the weekend. You promised you’d come with us to a certain pub”

Fuck him and his past self making stupid, unreasonable, promises

“I don’t remember that”

“You said we couldn’t go to the mine. Apparently some tourist was checking things out and found the door open. The stupid council has welded it shut now”

“Thank god for that”

Pidge poked him in the leg

“That tourist wouldn’t be you, would it?”

Yep. He was that tourist. The tourist that nearly lost a dog down there. Keith wasn’t a dog, but he did have aspects of being an oversized puppy. And he had followed him down the mine despite the fact he really could have gotten lost

“Nope. They probably went past the cemetery just to see what was there and saw the door open”

“Wankers”

Shuffling over to him, Hunk sat carefully on the arm of the chair

“Dude, how are you sick again?”

“Keith cooked and poisoned me”

Pidge laughed

“Oh man, that’s what happens when you leave two men in a house together. What he did make?”

“There was egg and vegetables with extra egg shell and burnt bits”

Pidge giggled. Lance had cooked dinner last night, this was all about him getting revenge on Keith

“Damn, he’s worse than me”

Hunk didn’t believe him. His best friend staring down at him. Great, he was worrying, Lance wished he had a way too soothe Hunk that wasn’t the truth

“Man, why didn’t you tell us? We would have been over sooner to help out”

“Keith’s doing all the house work in apology. Not the first time I’ve had food poisoning... it was better than some of the other things he’s tried to feed me. He tried to give me meat so rare that it was bleeding”

Hunk wrinkled his nose, knowing Keith wouldn’t have taken the proper precautions for handing raw meat

“I could have made meals for you”

Lance wriggled down as he pulled his blanket tighter

“I’ll be fiiiiine, buddy. Plus, Keith’s been working hard. He’s already vacuumed and done two loads of washing, oh, and he’s been picking on me. He’s on a roll”

“I might be on a roll, but you need to roll your arse off that sofa and go shower. You stink”

Keith sounded annoyed with him. Lance was looking at Hunk so he didn’t have to look at Keith and deal with the whole kiss thing

“Your face stinks. I had a shower this morning”

“Was that before or after you decided to wallow?”

“During. Besides, I’m totally allowed to. I’ve run out of things to watch”

“Then get off the couch and get ready so we can goooooooo”

Pidge poked his leg again, Lance really not feeling like leaving his precious house, but for his friends, he would

“Fiiiiiiine. Don’t let me wallow then”

“TV shows are hardly a good enough reason to be wallowing at it is”

“Says you”

Pidge had done some pretty bad wallowing each and every time a show she was watching ended the way she wanted

“Stop being dramatic and get ready, already”

Changing clothes meant finding something to wear that wouldn’t be too tight against his tender lower belly. Dragging himself off the couch had been enough effort as it was. The shirt part was fine. Not to brag, but he did pull most things off rather effortlessly. A light blue half sleeved button up lay on his bed, as he walked around in his boxer briefs. Seeing he was going out, he wanted to look good. But if he looked too good, then Pidge would tease him about Keith. Lance’s step faltered at the thought of Keith. They’d yelled at each other they wouldn’t mind kissing each other and Lance couldn’t take it back... Big, dumb, stupid, emo Keith. His enemy... who wanted to kiss him. He didn’t know how to kiss people... he didn’t even know how to do what people did next... Did Keith want to date him? But Keith would be leaving soon and he’d probably do his damn best to forget all about their time together... but Matt was moving in, and Shiro was Matt’s best friend... which probably meant Shiro would wanna come visit Matt... or at least talk to him... which kept open that connection to Keith... and... fuck... he didn’t know what to do about that. He liked Keith. He was pretty sure going around in circles the way he was, had to mean the he liked Keith and his dumb mullet. He didn’t want to like Keith. He’d spent his whole life running away from liking people. Especially humans. Humans were so complex... and a constant reminder he was on the outside... Keith was warm... soft... and so very much alive. The hunter deserved a warm loving family after all he’d been through. Lance was barely warm, and his perpetual tiredness left him not overly loving when it came to people who weren’t in his immediate friend circle.

“Lance? You okay, or you having some kind malfunction?”

Lance looked to Keith. Why’d the idiot have to come annoy him in his room... when he was...

“Close your eyes!”

Covering his already covered junk, Lance was mortified

“Relax, you big baby. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before”

“Pervert. What are you doing up here? Why are you watching me get dressed?”

“Because you’re taking forever, so Pidge told me I had to come get you. You haven’t even got pants on yet”

“No shit. I’m trying to decide what to wear. Not everyone’s wardrobe consists of black on black”

Keith shrugged

“Black’s my colour. Besides, I’m wearing what Coran gave me to wear. What’s your excuse?”

“I don’t want to look too good, or Pidge will tease me”

“Then put some jeans on”

“I don’t want to wear jeans”

“Why not?”

“Because my stomach hurts. Or did you miss the whole reason for my wallowing?”

“Honestly, I was starting to wonder if you were trying to milk free housework for as long as possible”

Lance abandoned covering his junk in favour of crossing his arms

“You’re the one who told them I had the shits”

“I’m sorry? What else was I supposed to say?”

“That I’m lazy and was taking a nap?”

“I’ll remember that for next time. Did you at least shower?”

“I already showered this morning”

“And I’m telling you, you need to shower again. You smell really sweet”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed”

Keith opened his mouth before realising Lance was being sarcastic

“You’re a douche”

“And you’re a dick”

“Just put some damn pants on. Whatever you pick will look fine”

“I don’t want to look fine, I want to look good”

Keith groaned at him, covering his face with his hand as he shook his head

“You just said you didn’t want to look good”

“Yeah, well... whatever. Now go away so I can get dressed without you perving on my body”

“You wish I was perving”

“That’s beside the point”

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Keith making the first move by walking away from Lance’s open door. What was he doing?! Why was he flirting with Keith? He didn’t want to flirt with Keith! He wanted to be embarrassed over being seen in his underwear, instead his brain decided he need to blurt out a stupid line like that. Keith was right. He was definitely malfunctioning...

In Keith’s opinion Lance should still be resting. The vampire had dragged his feet since climbing off the couch. So Keith had volunteered to check on him when hadn’t come back downstairs after 10 minutes had passed. A very long ten minutes at that. Hunk was cranky with him for accidentally poisoning Lance when Lance was finally on the mend. Pidge was cranky that the council had sealed up the mine. Keith was cranky because he was stuck in a house of cranky people.

Piling into Hunk’s car, Lance called shot gun, the hunter having the feeling that Lance was back to avoiding him all over again. Now Keith might be backwards on social cues, but Lance had definitely flirted with him more than once. He wanted him to kiss him, and at this point, Keith would happily kiss Lance if meant this awkwardness would fuck off already. Sure, it might take some liquid courage, but it wasn’t like they weren’t headed to a pub, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have his bank card in his pocket. Pidge was all for exploring now they’d been granted access, while Keith was simply happy over being able to buy his own drinks. He was in the mood to drink this situation under the table and deal with it like any respectable adult would, kiss Lance, then have everything go back to normal. That was it. That was his whole plan, but given his company for the night, he really shouldn’t have planned on it being that simple.

Reaching the pub, the party was already underway. Pidge pushing through the flock of people to reach the bar, where she impatiently waited for service. Hunk was a little more nervous about it all, and Lance seemed very focused on his showed instead of watching where he was going. Taking Lance by the arm, Keith guided him away from their friends, worried Lance really wasn’t up for tonight at all

“What... what are we doing away from Pidge and Hunk?”

Lance blinked at his surrounds like he hadn’t noticed the pub was full

“I wanted to talk to you first. You seem pretty out of it”

“I’m fine, Mullet”

“Bullshit. Look, if you’re not up to this, we can go”

“And leave the pair of them alone? I think not”

“You’re still sick”

“And I’m fine. I mean, I can’t change what’s happening. So I might as well be here where I can help”

“You’re no good if you’re the one who collapses”

“I said I’m fine. God. Get off my back already”

“I’m worried about you”

“Worry about yourself. I’ll be fine. I don’t need your pity, Keith”

Keith wasn’t aware that he was “pitying” Lance. He thought he was going down the whole route of friendship and worrying about a friend. Angry at him, Lance squarely bumped into his shoulder as he marched past him. Well, fuck him. If Lance was going to be a moody bitch, then Keith was going to mind his own business, starting with getting himself a large drink of something strongly alcoholic.

Pidge derailed that plan before he even got to order

“Keith, finally. I know you’re not a people person, but we were waiting for you”

“I was talking to Lance...”

“Yet Lance still joined us before you did. Are you ready? They said we can’t film in the pub, but once we’re in the tunnels it’s fine”

“Or I could stay up here while you poke around down... never mind”

His choice was made by Lance stepping on his boot to shut him up. If Lance didn’t want him worrying, then shouldn’t he be all for leaving Keith up here?”

“Damn straight, “never mind”. We explore, then we do some serious drinking to celebrate. I’ve been trying to get into this place for years”

Great... Pidge and Hunk were going to get wasted. The tunnels were going to be cold and dusty... nothing like what they’d found down in the mine. That’d been... that’d been something special down there. Him and Lance, laying eyes on a sight no one around had seen... Kind of like a secret moment in a secret place... Not under a local pub where they couldn’t take their time and be themselves. Maybe that was why Lance was keeping him at an arms distance? Afraid Keith would dob them in over their own little adventure? Nah. Lance should know that was a moment just for themselves. Keith wasn’t in any hurry to piss Pidge off. Nor to have her and Hunk asking a million questions, though in Hunk’s case it was more likely he’d be telling them off for being reckless. Which meant everything came back to Lance flirting and feeling guilty for doing so. Something he couldn’t exactly fix... or... maybe he was being conceited by thinking that it related to him at all? Maybe it was Lance acting out, out of fear of what his body was becoming? Sure, Keith’s body might not be changing like Lance’s, but there had been a distinct change in him. Wondering what kind of things he’d say to Lance. Wondering what kind of expressions he was making as Lance talked to him. Wondering if he’d able to forget Lance as easily as Lance seemed to think he would. Everything came back to Lance. He didn’t want to hurt Lance. Not physically and not emotionally. He hated that Lance was a vampire, because Lance made him think of Adam, but Lance was Lance. He wasn’t Adam. Why did all of this have to be so hard? Was it his fault? Was he making it hard for Lance? Was it the blood thing? He’d stopped offering, but the offer still stood. He just... he wanted his friend back... and not to be snooping around in abandoned tunnels when said friend wasn’t alright.

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spinelwritings · 5 years ago

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Spinel with a Spinel!S/O who's still super trusting. They were playing a game with the Crystal Gems (maybe hide and seek to make the next part easier) until a strong thunderstorm came. Spinel forgot to tell her S/O to go inside and she stays in the rain until Spinel remembers.

Oof, that kind of hurts man. But I didn’t go too bad with it, I tried making it more cute. Enjoy!

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It looked like it was going to be quite a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining bright and hot on the small town of Beach City. Most people were spending their time inside, away from the heat, but that still left most of the gems out and about, enjoying the day.

The crystal gems were all having a picnic in the surrounding hills, lounging lazily as they all talked together. You were with them, of course, happily snuggled into Spinel’s side, feeling kind of sleepy and, for once, being rather quiet. It was rare for you, but at the moment you had nothing to say, nothing to add to the conversation. You were perfectly happy just sitting there, mind wandering.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, you jumped up, surprising a few of the gem’s nearest you but not Spinel. She never did seem surprised by anything you did, no matter how random it was. That was something you loved about her.

“I have an idea!”

“What’ve you got for us, tiny?” Bismuth asked and suddenly everyone’s attention was on you. It always made you nervous when everyone looked at you like that, so you focused on Spinel instead. She was smiling at you and gave a little nod of encouragement.

“We should play a game of hide and seek! We could all go hide in town and then when we’re found we’ll meet up at Steven’s house.”

You thought it was a good idea, but it ended up taking a bit of encouragement to convince everyone else. Still, everyone agreed to play with you and that was enough. They set a deadline, though. You all had to head back to the house around sunset and whoever made it till then would win. Amethyst ended up being picked as it and everyone scattered to find their hiding spots.

You and Spinel ran off together, giggling like crazy. You were Spinel’s after all. You were made to play games.

“Do you wanna hid together?” You asked, looking to her with the biggest smile on your face. She thought for a few moments, then shook her head.

“It’ll be too easy ta find us. We should split up.”

You nodded, running off and waving behind you.

“See you later, Spins!”

You didn’t wait to see if she waved back. You were too eager to find your hiding spot. It would need to be good, somewhere no one would find you, somewhere that would last you till sunset. You ended up picking a spot in the neighborhood, hiding in some bush by one of the houses. It was perfect. It didn’t stand out at all and kept you completely covered. It helped that you could fir into some pretty tiny places. You giggled as you settled into place, confident you could easily last the day there.

You got comfortable and waited.

Time ticked by and, one by one, the crystal gems got found. Pearl was found first. She wasn’t really that good at games, anyways, and was more than happy to go home. Then Peridot and Lapis were found and sent home, then Bismuth.

It was a couple of hours later when things started getting a bit more difficult. A bunch of scary clouds started rolling in, blocking out the bright sunlight, and things started getting colder. Amethyst managed to find Steven and Connie before it started raining. It started off as a sprinkle at first, but quickly grew into a downpour. It was then that Amethyst went home, trying to avoid getting too drenched.

When Spinel got there, everyone else had already gotten back. There was some commotion with Amethyst shaking the water off and getting everyone around her soaked too. Everyone was talking about the game, how most of them managed to avoid the rain, lucky them. Garnet didn’t even play, she just went to the house and waited for them there.

“Ya coulda warned us about the rain,” Amethyst whined. Garnet just smirked and Spinel chuckled. She decided to see how much water she could get in her corner, just watching the other gems mess around.

Then she frowned. Something wasn’t quite right with this scene. Something was missing. Even if she couldn’t quite get her mind working enough to put a name to the feeling, she could feel the guilt.

Then it hit her. She had been so busy trying to get out of the rain she had forgotten about Y/N! She wasn’t here! Which meant …

There was a bright flash from outside, then a loud roar of thunder moments later.

“Man, it’s really coming down hard.” Steven said.

“Yep … I gotta head back out.”

Steven looked at Spinel, confused.

“What? Why?”

“Y/N’s still out there. I need to go find her.”

“She is?! Well, she should be fine till -”

But Spinel was already out the door. Steven sighed and let her go. They were gems, it wasn’t like they were going to get sick or something. The worst thing that could happen is that they would get wet. He went back to the other gems.

Spinel didn’t stop moving for a moment, running the best hiding options through her mind. You were the best at hide and seek but if anyone had the chance of finding you it was Spinel. She knew how you thought.

She ran to the houses, and started looking through all the bushes and trees. It took quite some time, but finally, after almost an hour, she found you hiding in your bush. When she got close enough, you popped out.

“Surprise!”

Spinel yelped in shock, falling back on her but with a SPLAT. You giggled uncontrollaby, helping the gem to her feet, just so you could wrap her up in your arms.

“You found me, you found me!” You cheered happily, kissing her cheek. “Did I win?”

And you looked at Spinel with the happiest smile, eyes big and sparkling even as the rain ran down her face and soaked her clothes, her hair limp and dripping. The guilt hit her so hard, tears mixing with the rain, but you didn’t notice, only saw the sweet smile on her face as she hugged you back, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, Doll! Now, let’s get out of this rain.”

And you were just so happy as the two of you walked back to Steven’s house, talking almost nonstop about how good your hiding spot was and how you loved hide and seek, but it wasn’t your favorite game ‘cause that was tag ‘cause you liked all the running and chasing and you guys should really play tag next time ‘cause you didn’t want to sit for so long again ‘cause you kinda got bored but that’s okay ‘cause you won and now you got to brag to everyone else that you’re the best at hide and seek. Somehow, Spinel managed to catch every word, nodding along and giggling at your excitement.

When the two of you got to the house you were met with a chorus of greetings, Steven rushing over to the two of you with some towels like he was just waiting for you to get back. The two of you dried off, Spinel helping with your hair. You never could get it to dry all the way, but Spinel could. You sighed happily, closing your eyes and smiling as she worked, enjoying her touch. Once she got your hair dry she fixed it up for you till she deemed it perfect. When she finally finished she kissed your cheek ever so sweetly and you hummed in response.

The storm didn’t last too much longer. You sat by the window, watching the clouds drift away, painted pink and orange by the sunset. With the rain gone, the others started heading out, waving and saying their goodbyes. You weren’t quite ready to go yet and stayed where you were. You only moved when Spinel sat next to you, and then only to lean on her shoulder with a happy little sigh. She slung an arm over your shoulders, kissing the side of your hair. You stayed like that for a moment.

But something didn’t feel quite right. You looked into the other gem’s face curiously, noticing the lines on her brow and her sad eyes.

“Spins? Are you okay?”

She was quick to wipe the sad look off her face, giving you one of her amazing smiles.

“Of course! I’m doing just fine.”

You huffed, giving her a stern look and shrugging her hand off your shoulder.

“Aw, come off it. I know when you’re lying to me. Just tell me what’s going on.”

She sighed in defeat.

“Fiiiiine!”

You stared at her intently, waiting for her to speak up, your face slowly getting closer to her until she had to shove you away with a giggle.

“Alright, alright, give me a second!”

You huffed again but sat back and waited.

“Well, ya see… I guess I’m just feeling kinda guilty …”

You started to laugh, but stopped yourself halfway through, letting out an odd strangled kind of sound.

“Guilty? About what? You didn’t do anything!”

“Yeah, that’s the problem! You were sitting out there stuck in the rain and I didn’t do anything. I just forgot about ya!.”

“No you didn’t. You found me, remember? If you had forgotten about me then someone else would have found me first or I would have come back at sunset like we agreed.”

Spinel didn’t seem to agree, a frown still on her face. Now that wouldn’t do, not one bit. You thought it over for a moment, trying to decide how best to cheer her up and get rid of her bad thoughts. Then you smiled, hugging the gem tight.

“Come on, let’s go walk on the boardwalk. We can get ice cream!”

For a moment, Spinel remained stubbornly upset, but then the sadness lifted off her face slightly, a soft smile taking its place.

“Ah, alright, Doll. How can I say no to you?”

“You can’t! ‘Cause I’m just too cute!”

And Spinel laughed, loud and happy. The two of you said goodbye to Steven and went on your way. You ended up getting that ice cream. You got your favorite flavor and Spinel got strawberry.

#spinel x reader #spinel x fem!reader #spinel x gem!reader #reader x spinel #spinel x spinel!reader #steven universe #steven universe spinel #su #su spinel #steven universe future #spinel #reader insert #spinelwritings

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starmakerdotcom · 4 years ago

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summary : eli gathers the courage to ask the question he’s been wanting to for a while.

characters : elliot martin , daniel seo , cho minjae , rest of solar / botanica ensemble mentioned

genre : PURE fluff omg it’s so sweet

warnings : like usual just some swearing but other than that not much ? it’s a pretty sweet piece so idk

words : 2.9k

notes : if u want you can listen to the song i mentioned in that one line here ! i was listening to it on repeat while writing this hfjhb

[ august 2020 , 9:34 am , botanica dorms ]

“why are you so giddy this early in the morning?” daniel, who still looked half asleep, glared at elliot over his coffee cup from his place at the table, watching elliot bounce around the kitchen at a way earlier time than was probably socially acceptable. especially in their dorm on a day with no schedules.

elliot shrugged, “i’m just in a good mood,” he replied, smiling like an absolute dork.

daniel took a sip of his coffee, “you’re seeing minjae today, aren’t you?”

a few beats passed before elliot quietly replied, “...maybe,” turning away from daniel to hide the fact that he was blushing like an idiot. it was no secret that elliot and minjae had been hanging out almost every day since the time he nearly accidentally killed the shorter boy by putting his phone number in a piece of his cake, which minjae then ate and choked on (elliot had apologized profusely countless times for that). it didn’t take an idiot to realize that there was clearly something more going on, or something more about to start soon enough.

“you finally gonna ask him out?” daniel asked, still drinking his coffee.

“you know what? i think i am,” elliot said excitedly, bouncing up and down as his way of hyping himself up, “i think i’m gonna do it, whew, this is a lot of pressure.”

daniel laughed, “you’ll be fine, there’s no way he’s gonna say no.”

“how do you know?”

“have you seen the way he looks at you? come on, that tiny boy is whipped,” daniel said matter-o-factly.

elliot laughed through his nose, still blushing, “if that’s what you think... but how should i, like, ask him?”

daniel tilted his head, “you’ve dated people before, weren’t you like, an absolute stud in high school or something?”

“well- yeah,” elliot snorted, “but that was high school, this is different.”

“you’ll be fiiiiine,” daniel said, reaching his arm out in a motion meant to imitate him patting elliot on the shoulder, even though they were on opposite sides of the room and daniel was just patting the air in front of him. elliot appreciated the reassurance either way.

“can we change this music by the way,” elliot crinkled his nose in the direction of daniel’s tiny speaker on the table hooked up to his phone, “please, it makes me feel old. put on tame impala or something.”

looking extremely offended, daniel turned his music up instead, “don’t you dare talk about the greatest band ever like that, the beatles would surpass whatever cringey rappers you’re listening to today in literally anything.”

“at least the singers i listen to are still alive,” elliot retorted, and daniel gasped.

“whatever, i need to get ready anyways!”

“already? go back to bed or something,” daniel said, “it’s too early.”

“but i have so much i gotta do,” elliot started pacing again, “i gotta shower, get ready, gotta find my money so i can buy us food-“

“i’ve never seen you this excited about anything,” daniel laughed with an amused expression, “ever.”

“fuck off,” elliot grumbled, trying and failing to hide his flushed cheeks, only making daniel laugh even more.

[ 9:21 pm , a street corner ]

“it’s cold,” minjae shivered, looking up at elliot walking next to him, “can i hold the pizza?”

elliot might’ve bought an entire pizza just so minjae and him could have a late night picnic on a particular grassy hill next to their dorm building. which, admittedly was probably a strange sight for the other people walking around at that time of night, but neither of the boys cared.

“oh- yeah, here,” elliot handed the pizza box to minjae, who immediately sighed in relief at the feeling of warmth against his cold hands, “do you want my sweater too?” elliot asked, already hurriedly taking it off.

“no it’s-“ minjae was cut off by the sudden feeling of warmth around his shoulders, and when he looked up again elliot had taken his sweater off and draped it around minjae’s shoulders (what minjae didn’t know was that elliot had specifically picked out that sweater because he knew minjae liked it and he was excitedly anticipating this exact moment). “...fine,” minjae finished quietly, the small gesture lining the inside of his stomach with butterflies.

“right here, this hill!” elliot excitedly pointed to the hill ahead, “that’s where i was thinking we could sit and eat.”

minjae nodded, “sounds good.”

“well- i mean if you’re cold we can go in i just thought it’d be fun to have a late night picnic-“

“i like the idea too!” minjae quickly said.

elliot sighed in relief, he didn’t have a backup plan, and he really didn’t wanna eat an entire pizza with the boy he had a crush on in either of their dorms. “alright, come on!” he grabbed minjae’s hand and pulled him towards the hill. the shorter boy clutched the pizza box against his chest for dear life in an attempt not to drop it all over the grass as he let himself get dragged up the hill by elliot, jogging and laughing with him the whole time.

they finally reached a good spot on the hill to sit, and elliot collapsed on his back, followed closely behind by minjae, who carefully placed the pizza box on the ground before joining elliot in the grass sprawled on his back. for a second, minjae just stared up at the deep blue night sky, reaching out his hand and pointing out random stars to himself.

“what are you looking for up there?” elliot asked, staring at minjae with complete admiration in his eyes while minjae was focused on the sky.

“trying to find the big dipper,” minjae said quietly.

“can we even see it this time of year?”

“no clue, i just like looking at the stars sometimes.”

elliot, completely unaware of the huge smile on his face, whispered, “me too.”

“ALRIGHT,” minjae suddenly sat up, “let’s eat this damn pizza, i’m starving, i didn’t eat dinner because i knew we were getting this.” he ripped open the box and immediately dove for a slice, and elliot couldn’t help but laugh at how frantic the shorter boy was.

“do you wanna listen to music?” elliot suggested, “i just like listening to music sometimes, i dunno we don’t have to-“

“i like music,” minjae said confidently, “well, i mean, obviously,” he lost all his joking confidence in a second as he smiled sheepishly, “how about your music?”

elliot shrugged and took out his phone, “yeah, you can pick a playlist,” he said as he opened his phone and handed it to minjae to scroll through his playlists.

“this one looks interesting...” minjae mumbled as he clicked on a playlist called, ‘a wild fuckin party i went to once in highschool’ (the titles were all in english, so he couldn’t understand). elliot’s eyes widened when he realized that the first song that came on was deep throat by cupcakke. he seized his phone out of minjae’s hand and hit pause just before the song could finish its first recital of ‘HUMP ME, FUCK ME-‘

“how about something a little more... not explicit?” elliot suggested, laughing nervously. he gave his phone back to minjae, who instead picked out another playlist called, ‘songs to cry over my crush to’ (elliot thanked the heavens that minjae couldn’t understand that title). he breather a sigh of relief when 1980s horror film by wallows came on, a significantly less explicit song.

“i like this one,” minjae said after listening for a few seconds, “let’s keep it on.”

elliot shrugged, grabbing another piece of pizza. he’d almost forgotten what he was planning on telling minjae that night. oh well, he’d find a time. hopefully soon.

“damn it, i almost forgot,” minjae groaned, “curfew. i have to be back by ten.”

“we’re right here already, it’s fine,” elliot said, “what’s the harm in staying out a few minutes later?”

“i guess so,” minjae replied quietly, picking at the grass by his legs with his free hand, “i mean... who’s gonna find out, anyway?”

elliot nodded, staring off into the distance at some buildings down the street. unbeknownst to minjae, elliot was trying to plan out a way to confess to him right then, and then, if things went right, subsequently ask him out. he was never nervous like this before, even with being in countless short term relationships throughout middle school and high school, but in the grand scheme of things, those didn’t matter much. this felt way more serious than asking out the kinda cute girl that sat next to you in chemistry in the ninth grade because your friend dared you to (only for her to break up with you two weeks later. nice going, emily).

“hey... earth to yeollie,” elliot was shaken out of his daze by minjae waving his hand in front of his eyes. “i can’t eat this entire pizza by myself.”

elliot scoffed, “weak.”

“hey!” minjae pouted, “i’m- OH FUCK-“ he suddenly screamed, pointing frantically at elliot’s head.

“what- WHAT WRONG WHAT HAPPENED?”

“THERE’S A BIG GROSS BUG IN YOUR HAIR!” minjae slapped the top of elliot’s head repeatedly until elliot himself reached up and grabbed his hand.

“WHERE IS IT, I’LL GET IT.”

“I KILLED IT I THINK.”

“EUCGH IT’S PROBABLY ALL IN MY HAIR NOW!”

“STAY STILL!” minjae yelled as he reached again up to get the slightly squished bug out of elliot’s hair. “i said stay still dude,” he mumbled, scooting closer so he could see better in the dim light. because of the fact that minjae was basically legally blind even with his glasses on, their faces were inches away from each other while he struggled to fix elliot’s hair. the latter silently prayed that minjae couldn’t see how red his face had gotten in the dim light. but in return, elliot couldn’t see how hard minjae was blushing as well.

but just as elliot got the confidence to lean in and pucker his lips for a kiss, minjae turned around to flick the bug off his hand and scoot back to his original sitting position. “now that that’s done with...” minjae grabbed another piece of pizza and turned back around to face elliot while the latter felt a bit of his soul leave his body.

elliot picked up his phone off the ground, and when he saw that there were only a few minutes left until it turned 10pm (a.k.a. a couple minutes until minjae would start insisting going back inside because he was worried about getting in trouble for staying out too late), it felt like now or never, even though it obviously wasn’t.

minjae looked down at the time on elliot’s phone when he set it back down, “oh, it’s almost 10, we should really head back soon-“

fuck it.

“before we do that, can i just- tell you something?”

minjae quickly snapped his head up to look at elliot and nodded quickly, “yeah, of course.”

the brunette let out a shaky breath before he started, “so- remember that time i gave you my number?”

“you mean when you put it in my cake and i almost died because i choked on it?”

“i- okay, that’s a little dramatic.” he forced a laugh (which he immediately regretted).

“but, yeah, anyways?”

“right,” elliot continued, “so... fuck, how do i- fuck it- i like you, okay?”

a beat of silence passed with minjae looking at him, wide eyed, making elliot extremely aware of his own burning face in the process. “like... like, like?”

“yeah. like, like, like. a lot,” elliot didn’t think his face could get any redder.

“oh,” minjae said quietly. elliot thought he’d die of embarrassment, was that it? just oh? but then to elliot’s surprise, the redhead spoke again.

“well... me too.”

oh.

“oh,” elliot echoed minjae’s first response despite the fact that he was momentarily stressing over that single syllabled response seconds earlier. “okay, cool.” he internally cringed at his nonchalant response.

“so...” minjae began after a few more beats of extremely awkward silence, “what now?”

“well, what would you do if i asked you out, right here, right now?”

“i-“ minjae broke eye contact with elliot for just a second before looking back at him, “what?”

“okay,” elliot exhaled for the first time in what felt like an hour, “i meant- like, be my boyfriend, basically?”

“oh, wow,” minjae breathed out, and it didn’t take him that long to think about it before he replied, “okay.”

“okay, nice, cool,” elliot barely managed to hoarse out, “that went better than i expected.”

the redhead laughed awkwardly, “i thought it was kinda obvious that i liked you. i mean, everyone else knew. every time i said i was going to hang out with you jihoon would smile funny at me.”

“oh, i’m pretty sure daniel knew,” elliot said, remembering what the older had said to him that morning, although half asleep and fuelled only by a coffee that had more milk and sugar than actual coffee, elliot took it to heart.

“have you seen the way he looks at you? come on, that tiny boy is whipped.”

“alright... so what do we do now?” minjae asked, “are we supposed to like, kiss or something?”

“i mean...” elliot couldn’t help the huge dorky smile that spread across his bright red face, “if you want to.”

minjae reciprocated an equally huge and dorky smile as he scooted closer to elliot, even closer than when his blind ass was trying to get the bug out of elliot’s hair.

“ok so- how do i-“

“just like-“

“like this?”

“no, you’ve gotta-“

their noses bumped together while the two boys fumbled around, giggling awkwardly.

“whoops-“

“it’s okay, just-“

their lips finally met, but it’s more of an awkward peck on the lips than a proper kiss.

“have you ever kissed someone before?” elliot asked after whatever they had just tried to do.

minjae shook his head and answered, “nope,” honestly.

“okay, here, how about i just-“ elliot reached out his hands to gently cup minjae’s face, and pulled him in for a better, slightly more coordinated kiss. minjae’s stomach did a weird flip as be realized that the last thing he was expecting to happen that night was to be kissing his crush- or boyfriend now- on the side of a hill with a half eaten pizza box next to them.

as the two pulled away, minjae letting his eyes linger on elliot’s own for a few seconds, he wondered what the others would think when he got back, because he obviously wouldn’t be able to keep the secret that long. he’d probably get an excited, “aah! finally!” from elizabeth or yongmi, a significantly less enthusiastic, “i thought you two were already dating?” from either minjung, yeonwoo, or honghui, and probably a feigning disgust response of “keep your sappy shit out of this room,” from hyesoo or jihoon. he’d face that soon enough, anyway.

“ah, almost forgot,” minjae groaned, “curfew.”

“right,” as much as elliot wanted minjae to stay out there with him the entire night if they could, he knew the redhead wouldn’t want to risk getting in trouble due to breaking curfew, so instead, he said, “want me to walk you to your room?”

minjae nodded, pouting, “yes please.”

[ 10:04 pm, smk dorm building ]

“do you want the rest of the pizza?” minjae asked, holding out the box in elliot’s direction, “i had, like, four pieces, i think i’m good.”

elliot shrugged, “i won’t eat it, but tian probably will, or something.”

they’d reached the door to solar’s dorm, but both minjae and elliot were obviously trying to stall saying bye for the night. they’d been standing outside the door for a few minutes.

“i really should get inside...” minjae mumbled, the statement faltering towards the end like he was unsure.

elliot pouted, “oookay...”

“bye-bye,” minjae said quickly, standing on the tips of his toes to kiss elliot on the cheek. elliot immediately leaned down to press another soft kiss to minjae’s lips this time, and minjae’s stomach twisted in the same way it did the first time they’d kissed. he wondered if he’d get over that feeling of nervousness and excitement anytime soon.

“bye-bye,” elliot mimicked as minjae finally opened the door to his dorm at stepping inside, giving the taller boy one last smile before shutting the door behind him.

elliot made sure the door was closed, and then made his way down the hallway to his own room, but not before pumping his fist in the air and cheering out an almost inaudible “fuck yeah!”. completely unaware of minjae on the other side of the wall, leaning and then sinking down the wall into a sitting position, with a sigh of content and a huge grin on his bright pink face.

once he’d made it to his dorm, elliot opened the door rather loudly with a, “YO!” nearly scaring daniel to death, who was on the couch watching tv.

once daniel realized it was elliot and not someone breaking in, he asked, “so... how did it go?” but judging by the expression on elliot’s face, daniel was pretty sure he had his answer already. “he said yes?”

elliot nodded excitedly while taking off his shoes and placing the leftover pizza on the kitchen counter, and then immediately ran over to daniel’s spot on the couch and gave him a rather rough high-five.

“hell yeah bro!”

“let’s go!”

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pumpkinofthedale · 4 years ago

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A little excerpt of the cronus fanfic if anyone wants it (I’m at like 11k and i’m still nowhere near done >.>)

It was an impulse decision really… the bottle of bourbon you had pilfered from their extraordinarily well stocked liquor cabinet in your hand calling out to you. You already had a mug of eggnog resting on the kitchen island, but you’d already had plenty of it, and a hot toddy sounded really good. Was bourbon your favorite? Absolutely not. But Martha Stewart had made that recipe sound so good….

And it had looked so pretty the way she had dressed it up with that star anise and cinnamon stick.

You searched around until you found a pot, grateful that the kitchen was empty. Being around so many people at once was draining. Being around that many strangers at once? Torture. If you weren’t so drunk, you’d leave but you weren’t in any state to drive.

In fact, you should have probably stopped drinking a while ago, you mused to yourself as you heated up the bourbon on their nice stove and threw some cinnamon and lemon in with it. You couldn’t find any honey so you added some sugar….

There was something you were forgetting… but for the life of you you couldn’t remember. Butter? Orange? You’re pretty sure it started with an A. Anise? No.

Tea!

That was it.

You began rummaging around looking for something like tea. Did trolls even drink tea? Shit….

After a moment you found packets of something that smelled a lot like lavender and chamomile so you grabbed those and threw one into the pot… probably close enough to tea. You let it boil for a minute then took it off the heat.

As you looked around for another mug, you noticed that across the hall facing the back of the house in one of those weird limbo foyer rooms that had a glass door to some sort of patio that you’d never actually gotten to see, Cronus sat at the bottom of a large staircase very much alone as he stared out the window.

The strange shadows cast by the twinkling multicolored Christmas lights and the dimness of the room gave him an unearthly quality… (probably because he was an alien) and he…. He looked as lonely as you’d been feeling.

You finally found a mug to put the very hot toddy in, grabbed your own eggnog, and before you knew it, the spirit of Christmas came over you. He didn’t seem to notice you, or maybe he just didn’t really care.

“Would have thought you’d be out there trying to hit on everyone.” You finally spoke, rousing him from his own thoughts. Cronus finally turned to face you, expression uncharacteristically candid.

He gave a soft, humorless chuckle. “Yeah well, even I can only get so many bitches in one night. I’m just one man after all… I get tired too, but I suppose if you really wanted I could squeeze you into my very full black book.” He gave you a halfhearted smile and a wink.

“Yeah that really sounds just like you. Covered in honeys, have to beat them away with a broom just to walk. So glad you could finally find the space to breathe… but I guess with the axe bodyspray that’s pretty hard even when you’re by yourself.”

“It’s actually Calvin Klein bodyspray thank you very much.”

“That doesn’t make it any better… just more pretentious and expensive.”

He shuffled a bit to make room for you on the polished surface. You sat next to him, holding out the hot toddy you had just made. “Here. You look like you need this more than I do.”

The softness in his features immediately sharpened into place as he gave you his patented sharky fuckboy smile. “Fell right into the classic Christmas trap.” He pointed upwards to where a little bouquet of mistletoe hung and waggled his eyebrows.

“I have to warn you,” You sighed heavily, shaking your head at your own foolishness. Of course this disgusting little fish man would try to lure you into something salacious. “This alcohol is very hot and I will spill it on you.”

He sputtered, putting his hands up. “I’m just trying to honor a human tradition. Trying to celebrate your culture! No need to get hostile, kitten. Jeegus….”

“I’m in a very happy and committed relationship so I’m gonna need you to tone back the horniness by like…. At least eighty percent. Okay?”

“Fiiiiine.” He grumbled, but took the mug you were offering with a peculiar expression that you couldn’t quite place. Probably because you were pretty drunk, you mused, nursing a little more of your eggnog.

“Wait… shit, are you even old enough to drink? Like… legally? Don’t wanna be giving alcohol to a minor.”

“Too late, chief. You already gave it to me, therefore it’s mine. Ain’t no take-backs in the Ampora hive- house. But I’m twelve, if it makes you feel any better.”

It most certainly did not make you feel any better.

That made you feel ten times worse.

Oh my god you just gave a mug of bourbon to a twelve year old.

“No! Give it back, you’re too young to have that.” You reached for the mug, but he held it away.

“Oh my god, kitten I’m almost thirteen sweeps old. I’m pretty sure I can drink all the soporifics I want.”

Sweeps…. You blanked out for a moment.

Sweeps.

You racked your brain for the conversion table you’d memorized after first contact…. It was two-ish years to a sweep which made him… around twenty five? Okay that made you feel a little better.

“You uh… you okay there, kitten?” Cronus gave you a concerned look.

“Yeah, sorry, doing math drunk.” You gave him a thumbs up. “You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want.”

“I’m pretty sure I just told you that.”

“No. Here on Earth, twelve years old is just a kid. So giving you alcohol would be bad. But you’re over twenty so it’s fine. We gucci.”

He snorted, “Oh my gog, sometimes I forget you guys don’t measure shit in sweeps. Sorry, thirteen’s like one of the big adult markers… Yeah something like twenty five years or whatever for you guys.”

Cronus took a big gulp from the mug, eyes going wide, coughing and wheezing as it went down. “Poison!” He managed to hiss out as he looked at the drink. “Holy shit what the fuck did you even put in there?”

“Rude! It’s a hot toddy. It has bourbon and cinnamon and tea in it.”

“Well it tastes like shit.”

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder. “I spent so long making that special… like at least an hour... probably. I poured my soul into that drink.”

“Yeah, well your soul tastes like shit.” He grinned, taking another sip and making a face of disgust. “This is literally so bad.”

“Then give it back, jackass.” You reached for it, but he held it away again.

“No, it’s mine.”

“But you hate it! So give it back!”

“Yes, it’s incredibly disgusting, but it’s mine now so you can’t have it. No take-backs.” God he really was just like a petulant child. A rude, petulant child.

“You know how a gestalt is more than the sum of its parts?” Cronus asked after another sip of the hot toddy, giving you a side-eye. You nodded and he continued. “Well this is like that but the opposite. What’s in this cup is less than the sum of its parts. I’m pretty sure this is literally poison.”

“Then stop drinking it.”

He locked eyes with you and took another swig, never breaking eye contact. “This is the most disgusting thing I think I have ever tasted, and I once drank a bottle of squeakbeast poison on a dare. I’m pretty sure if the military got a hold of this, they would use it to torture prisoners.”

#cronus ampora #i love this fuckboy so much #god i have written so much #and im not even to like... the midway point im p sure #pwease vawidate me uwu #homestuck #w34ry words

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monotonous-minutia · 4 years ago

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DORILLA IN TEMPE (in a nutshell)

(contains spoilers)

Cast:

Dorilla, a princess, in love with Elmiro (soprano or mezzo-soprano)

Elmiro, a shepherd, in love with Dorilla (mezzo-soprano)

Nomio, Apollo disguised as a shepherd, also in love with Dorilla (mezzo-soprano)

Admeto, the king, also Dorilla’s father, presumably single (bass)

Eudamia, a nymph, also in love with Elmiro (mezzo-soprano)

Filindo, who apparently doesn’t get a title, in love with Eudamia (mezzo-soprano)

Act I

(A pasture outside the palace)

Elmiro: Dorilla! I love you!

Dorilla: Elmiro! I love you too!

Elmiro: Well glad we got that established right off the bat, usually the mezzo has to battle a little bit more.

Dorilla: Nah, you’re cute.

Elmiro: But what if…this was all a dream and you didn’t actually love me.

Dorilla: Oh, come on now.

Admeto: UGH I JUST GOT THE WORST NEWS

Dorilla: Elmiro, hide before my dad sees us hanging out together! He doesn’t know about us!

Elmiro: Fiiiiine.

Dorilla: So, dad, what’s this terrible news?

Admeto: I just saw this giant snake hanging around the shore and it’s destroying everything in its wake!

Dorilla: That’s terrifying! But don’t worry, I’m sure the gods will protect us.

Admeto: Well, we’re about to find out. I’m going to consult the Oracle to see what we need to do.

Dorilla: Ooooh can I come?

Admeto: Sure, let’s get going. Oh, hey, Nomio.

Nomio: Good morning, your highnesses. Dorilla, don’t you look lovely this evening?

Dorilla: I do, don’t I? Come on, dad, let’s go.

Nomio: Wait, so what’s this about a giant serpent?

Admeto: Yeah, there’s this monster hanging around and it’s starting to terrify everyone.

Nomio: What if I killed it?

Admeto: HAHAHAHA

Nomio: No, really.

Admeto: Well, sweetheart, if you were to kill it, I would certainly come up with some grand reward for you.

Nomio: Cool. Consider it done.

Admeto: Sure, kid, sure.

Nomio: Now that they’re gone I can reveal my true identity. I’m actually Apollo in disguise. I’ve come to Earth in another form to pursue my love. I do this a lot. Which obviously doesn’t invalidate what I’m feeling right now. And what I’m feeling is a great love for Dorilla, even though she’s obviously taken and has no interest in me. But that’s never stopped me before! Maybe if I kill this giant serpent, she’ll fall in love with me.

(In a sacred hollow)

Admeto: Oh sacred Oracle, we call on you to grant us your insight.

Oracle: Oh, that snake? Yeah, you gotta feed it your daughter, then it’ll leave you alone.

Dorilla: WHAT???

Admeto: Oh, the horror! My poor daughter! Well, you heard the Oracle. Come on, Dorilla.

Dorilla: Dad, seriously? You’re not even going to fight this?

Admeto: I’m a king, not a miracle worker.

Dorilla: Alas, my wretched fate! But I suppose it’s the duty of a royal daughter to obey and sacrifice myself for the good of the kingdom. On a side note, you’d think I’d get an aria here, but I don’t even get that. Sigh.

(Back in the pasture)

Elmiro: So what’s the big news?

Dorilla: Well, there’s a giant snake and apparently it has to eat me.

Elmiro: WHAAAAT NOOOOO

Dorilla: I KNOW RIGHT

Elmiro: There’s got to be something we can do!

Dorilla: Well, if you think of anything, let me know. I have to go get tied to a rock now.

Elmiro: Omg this is just the worst. I have to find a way to save her.

Eudamia: Heyyyy beautiful.

Elmiro: Not now, Eudamia.

Eudamia: Come on, aren’t you done giving me the cold shoulder yet?

Elmiro: For the last time, I’m not playing hard to get. I legitimately do not like you the way you like me.

Eudamia: That’s just rude.

Elmiro: It’s the truth. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go save the girl I actually like.

Eudamia: Ugh, men.

Filindo: Eudamia! I love you!

Eudamia: So you say.

Filindo: Aren’t you tired of Elmiro rejecting you over and over? Why don’t you return my affection?

Eudamia: Well, I never really said I didn’t, did I? (Hmm, his devotion might actually come in handy.) How about this: you spy on Elmiro for me; let me know what he’s up to. Then I’ll let you take me on a date.

Filindo: That’s kinda sketch, but sure.

Eudamia: You’re the best!

Filindo: YAAASSSS she likes me!!

(On the shore. Dorilla is tied to a rock.)

Dorilla: Oh, gods, in my last moments, can you not spare any pity for me and my people?

Nomio: I CAN (he slays the serpent)

Dorilla: OMG

Admeto: OMG YAYY MY DAUGHTER IS SAVED

Dorilla: SEE DAD I TOLD YOU THERE’S ALWAYS A LOOPHOLE

Everyone: THANK THE GODS WE HAVE BEEN SAVED

Nomio: Ummmm….over here? Anyone? Anyone?

Act II

(Back in the pasture)

Dorilla: Elmiro!

Elmiro: OMG DORILLA YOU’RE ALIVE

Dorilla: Yes Nomio saved me!! Now you and I can live happily ever after!

Elmiro: Wait, Nomio? You mean that super hot shepherd?

Dorilla: …yes?

Elmiro: What if you go all damsel-in-distress on me and fall in love with the person who saved you?

Dorilla: Oh my god, stop being such a jealous tenor, there’s a reason they wrote you as a mezzo.

Elmiro: Right, sorry.

Admeto: Hey honey! I’ve got great news: you’re marrying Nomio.

Dorilla: Uh, since when?

Nomio: Since I saved your life from the serpent!

Dorilla: I didn’t realize that was part of the deal.

Admeto: Well, it’s only fair. It’s not like I could let you marry a lowly shepherd.

Dorilla: And what exactly is Nomio?

Nomio: A lowly shepherd who just SAVED YOUR LIFE

Dorilla: Okay, fair, but…

Admeto: What’s the matter? As far as I know, you’re not dating anyone.

Eudamia: Actually that’s not true! Filindo, tell them what you found.

Filindo: Um…

Eudamia: Do you love me or not?

Filindo: OKAY FINE so uh I kinda saw Dorilla making out with Elmiro a while back.

Admeto: Dorilla is this true???

Dorilla: Um well are you really going to trust everything that Eudamia says when she obviously has a crush on Elmiro too?

Filindo: Wait she WHAT

Admeto: OKAY WHATEVER I really could not care less. Dorilla, you’re marrying Nomio. End of story.

Dorilla: BUT DAD I DON’T WANT TO

Admeto: I think we established pretty early on that your happiness is not my biggest priority. Now, everyone, let’s put together a big celebration to honor Nomio, since he saved everyone and is going to marry my daughter.

Nomio: Dorilla, will you join me?

Dorilla: Well, I’d rather not.

Nomio: y tho

Dorilla: I’m just not in love with you. Sorry.

Nomio: WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME ugh

Filindo: Eudamia, what was up with that? You said you’d go out with me if I helped you, but this entire time you were making me help you get with Elmiro?

Eudamia: Filindo, my heart is hurting, okay? Leave me alone.

Filindo: I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME

Eudamia: I never actually said that.

Filindo: FINE I’M DONE WITH YOU WHO NEEDS YOU ANYWAY I’M GOING TO GO CRY I mean I’M GOING TO GO HUNT YOU KNOW KILL SOMETHING LIKE REAL MEN DO WHEN THEY’RE SAD

Everyone: Bring on the food and bring on the hunt! Let’s celebrate the marriage between Nomio and Dorilla!

Dorilla: I guess it’s just going to be a thing huh.

Elmiro: Dorilla, run away with me!

Dorilla: OMG ABOUT TIME

Act III

Admeto: OMG Elmiro ran off with my daughter!!

Filindo: Don’t worry, your majesty, I’ll find them!

Eudamia: Um, what?

Filindo: You wanted me to break them up, didn’t you?

Eudamia: What has gotten into him?

Nomio: I FOUND THEM HERE THEY ARE

Admeto: Dorilla! How dare you disobey me and run away from your husband!

Dorilla: BUT WE’RE NOT EVEN MARRIED YET BESIDES I DON’T LOVE HIM I LOVE ELMIRO

Admeto: OKAY THAT’S IT ELMIRO YOU’RE GOING TO BE SENTENCED TO DEATH

Elmiro: Alas my love! Don’t weep for me! Or, well, do a little so I know you loved me, but not, like, forever.

Dorilla: NO I WOULD RATHER DIE WITH YOU THAN LIVE WITHOUT YOU

Admeto: What the heck is going on?

Dorilla: I refuse to marry Nomio! Just kill me already!

Nomio: OMG THAT’S THE LAST STRAW I AM ROYALLY CHEESED OKAY YOU’RE GOING TO DIE AND YOU’RE GOING TO DIE

Admeto: You don’t actually have the authority to do that, Nomio.

Nomio: YES I DO I OWN THIS PLACE

Admeto: But you’re just a shepherd??

Nomio: …oh. Right. Uh. Excuse me for a minute.

Eudamia: Elmiro, do you really want to just die for the sake of Dorilla? What about me?

Elmiro: Look, I’ve told you, I don’t love you. You’re a cool person, but I’m in love with Dorilla, okay?

Eudamia: FINE THEN JUST DIE

Dorilla: GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD

Everyone: OMG DORILLA JUST THREW HERSELF INTO THE RIVER

Elmiro: OMG JUST KILL ME NOW OKAY IT’S NOT LIKE THINGS COULD GET ANY WORSE JUST REUNITE ME WITH MY BELOVED

Nomio: EVERYONE SHUT UP okay so I’m actually Apollo right so I’m a literal deux ex machina and I just saved Dorilla and I guess I just have to bless the marriage between her and Elmiro because, you know, True Love™. Also, Eudamia, just go out with Filindo, okay? We all know you have a crush on him.

Eudamia: Okay, fine.

Filindo: FOR REAL?????

Eudamia: Yeah, you’re pretty cute.

Filindo: Yeah I am!!!!

Elmiro: Dorilla, my love!

Dorilla: Elmiro, my love!

Nomio: Well, I guess it’s back to Olympus for me.

Everyone: Dude literally no one cares we all know you’re going to be doing this all over again with another girl next week.

Nomio: …that’s fair.

Everyone: HOORAY FOR TRUE LOVE TODAY IS A GREAT DAY

The end

#sorry i had to #Dorilla in Tempe #Antonio Vivaldi #Antonio Maria Lucchini #opera #Baroque opera #opera tag

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babyboy-cody · 5 years ago

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could you please write a second part for that blurb where Roman takes little!reader to work where they go back home earlier and runs her a hot bath tub, brushes her hair and just take care of his little princess because she's so sleepy🤧

OK OK OK IM OFFICIALLY LIVING FOR DADDY!ROMAN AND LITTLE!READER 🥺🥺

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Roman watched as you slept soundly on his couch. He had moved you there from his lap to get more work down. Your pacifier bobbed in your mouth lazily as you whimpered unconsciously. He lets out a small chuckle and fiddles with the skinny silver pen held between his fingers. He looked down at his wrist and checked his watch. He only has two more hours left before he has to go back home. But he’s the boss, so he can leave whenever.

Roman slides on his suit jacket and fixed the slick part of his hair. He cleans up the small mess of crayons you made and put them back in the box, neatly placing your toys in your backpack. He sits on the edge of the couch and smiles as your lids flutter.

“Princess,” Roman whispers, his knuckles lightly stroking your cheek. “You have to wake up.”

You let out another whimper and rolled onto your back, your brows furrowing from the foreign feeling on your cheek. You heard Roman’s voice coaxing you to wake up, but you were too tired to open your eyes. When you felt his fingers pluck your pacifier from your lips, your heavy lidded eyes blinked open, a loud whimper escaping your still parted lips.

“Daddy,” you softly whimpered. “Paci.”

“You can get this back when we’re in the car, okay?” He gently tells you, slowly lifting you to sit up. “Did you have a nice nap, baby doll?”

“Sleepy,” you whispered and rubbed your eyes with your fists. “Want paci.”

Roman laughs quietly at the pout on your lips. He bends down to slide on your Mary Janes, making sure the buckle was tight and comfortable for you to walk in them without tripping. He grabs your backpack with one hand and your wrist with the other.

“Look at me,” he quietly says, gripping your chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger. “There’s gonna be a lot of people and it’s gonna be loud – look at me – and I want you to stay by daddy’s side the whole time, okay?”

“‘Kay ‘kay,” you mumbles softly, pulling your head away to bury your face against his arm, immediately grabbing onto his wrist with your hands.

Roman leaves his office and locks the door. You stifle a whimper against his arm as you begin to walk to the elevator. The lights are too bright and the people are too loud. They’re all coming from different directions. Roman senses your panic and quickly ushers you inside the elevator, frantically pressing the ground level button. When the doors close, he lowers himself to your level, making sure you were looking into his eyes as he stroked your jaw.

“You’re okay,” he quietly assured you, kissing your nose gently before standing up straight when the bell dings.

The ride back to your home was quiet. You had your pacifier back in your mouth, your head resting against the window as you fell back into your short nap. Roman’s hand went to its rightful place on your lap. Your own hand was wrapped around his long thumb, gently squeezing every time he moved the slightest away. It always made him laugh and smile, knowing that in your sleep, you still need to feel some part of him.

“Baby doll,” you feel Roman shaking your thigh. “We’re home.”

You peeled your eyes open and stretched in your seat. You let out a long yawn, pacifier falling into your lap. Roman gets out and opens the door for you as usual. You whimpered and stood on wobbly legs. He reaches down to place an arm behind your knees and the other behind your back. He lifts you up effortlessly and with ease as if you weigh nothing. You bury your face in his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut from the gently rocking motions of his footsteps. When he enters the house, he makes a beeline to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna give you a nice bath, okay? And then you can sleep all you want while daddy makes dinner,” Roman quietly explains as he placed you on the marble countertop.

You nod sluggishly and rub your eyes. Steam begins to crowd the large bathroom as the tub fills with hot water, but not too hot to burn your skin. Roman slides off your shoes, stockies, and skirt. You put your arms in the air to allow him to pull off your sweater. You stand up straight and take off your undergarments to step into the tub. Roman removes his jacket and rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up his burly arms.

“Are you gonna wash me?” You quietly asked, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

“Of course, princess,” he smiles down at you. “Head back.”

For the past half hour, Roman has shampooed and conditioned your hair. His fingers massaged your scalp in a way that has you nearly falling asleep again. With his motions, his silky voice, and the water, it was enough to have leaning forward.

“No, no, no,” Roman laughs, lightly pushing your shoulders. “Come on.”

You grab his large hands as he pulls you out of the lukewarm water. A towel is immediately wrapped around your body as you’re led out of the bathroom. When you get to the bedroom, Roman sits you on the edge of the bed with your clothes all ready – your favorite soft sweater and panties. You pull on your panties clumsily as he slides down the sweater. You let out another whimper and tried to lay down, but he grabs your shoulders to steady you.

“Not yet,” Roman chuckles. “I need to blow dry your hair so you don’t get sick.”

“Okay,” you whispered, watching hazily as he plugs in the drying and pulls on the long cord to where you sat. “Daddy…”

“Hm?” He lightly hums.

You rest your forehead against his stomach and closed your eyes, your hands clutching onto his slacks to keep you up. He smiles down at you and presses the button for warm air to release. His fingers run through your damp locks to get out any knots. The warm air covers your head like a blanket as you feel the dampness drying out. You stifle a yawn against Roman’s stomach and try to keep yourself awake for a few minutes, only until he was done. And the minute he was, you were immediately crawling under the covers with messy hair and puffy eyes.

“I have to comb your hair,” he says and placed his hands on his hips, looking down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Do you wanna wake up with a baby bird in your hair?”

“Daddyyyyy,” you half whined and groaned. “I’ll be fiiiiine.”

“You won’t be fiiiine,” he mocked, reaching to grab the comb, or ‘bad brush’ as you’d like to call it. “Cause then you’ll tell daddy to comb your hair after you didn’t want me to.”

You grumbled into the pillows, secretly hating that he was always right. You sluggishly lift yourself up and kneeled in front of him. You had an overdramatic pout that had Roman laughing softly. You swiftly turned around and allowed him to do what he does best. He didn’t tug harshly or snap for you to sit still. When he did accidentally yank your head back, he apologized profusely when you whimpered from the pain. You felt a small weight lift from your head as he combed all the way down your back. With your freshly washed and combed hair, you were all god to go.

“Can I sleep now?” You whined, lookingover your shoulder at the tall man.

“Go ahead,” he smiles and presses a kiss to your nose lightly as he pulls the covers over your shoulders. “I’ll wake you soon, love bug.”

#daddy!roman #little!reader #roman x reader #roman godfrey x reader #f l u f f i n e s s #daddy!roman x little!reader

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kinksvt · 5 years ago

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jealousy - 1

requested:

anon: dom mingyu with dirty talk and daddy kink, please? 😭 and maybe overstimulation and he’s super sweet after and takes care of you

→ pairing: mingyu x reader

✱ genre/warnings: near infidelity, slight innuendo, that's it

✱ word count: 2,609

part 2

a/n: i decided that i’d make this request into two parts! i’ll post the smutty part soon! sorry for such a long break everyone :(

When Mingyu invited you to come with him to the club, you did not expect to be spending most of the time alone. Mingyu and you hardly ever went out, so when he came to you—eyes sparkling with excitement—you could hardly say no to him. He jumped up and down like a puppy and it warmed your heart. But now that you actually went through with his request, you regret it. You were on the dance floor with Mingyu, your hands empty while one of his held a glass of alcohol that wasn't known to you. He had his other hand on your hip while you two danced badly to the blaring music. That was until Mingyu had seen someone he knew and told you that he'd "be right back."

You whined in response, putting both your hands on his hips to prevent him from leaving. "Don't leave me alone, baby."

Pouting, you looked up at him and he groaned. "It'll only be a moment, princess. I promise." You hesitated before letting go, resulting in him downing his drink and giving you a quick kiss. Then he disappeared into the crowd which leads you up to now.

It had been well over an hour—or it at least seemed like it.

You searched through the waves of people drinking, dancing, making out and near the verge of fucking right then and there for a sign of your tall boyfriend. Sighing, you rested your chin on the palm of your hand, tracing around the neck of your drink. You were bored, to say the absolute least. You were thinking of inviting some of your friends to come and join you just to ease some of the boredom that flooded your body. You just wanted to go home with Mingyu and possibly do something other than sleep. Your dress was feeling uncomfortable and you just now started to pay attention to the underwire from your bra that's been digging into your skin. You groaned while you attempted to fix it, pulling the wire down and moving your boobs around.

"You look happy." A voice said throughout the air. You turned around to see a black haired man, wearing a casual yet attractive outfit. He looked about your height, maybe a just a smidge bit taller and his eyes were sharp. He intimidated you feel a bit, the way he looked at you.

You cleared your throat, remembering he had even spoken to you. "Uh," you laughed lightly. “Yeah, super happy."

The unnamed man chuckled, motioning the bartender over and ordering for himself. The man sat next to you, his fingers intertwined and rested on the table. "So, what's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone?"

You let out a breathy laugh, he was already flirting with you and he didn't even know your name. "I had a date but he kinda.." you motioned your hand to the crowd that was behind you, "disappeared."

He let out a noise in response, "His loss then." The bartender returned with his drink and the man pulled out his wallet. He took out a black Amex card and handed it to the bartender, making him leave off. The man sitting next to you took a large sip of his drink.

"Is this how you pick up all your women?" You joked.

He chuckled, accidentally blowing a bubble into his alcohol as he took another sip. "No, actually," he set the drink down. "Just you."

Your eyes widened as you felt his cold hand come into contact with your exposed thigh. You cleared your throat and brushed his hand off lightly. "Before we continue this conversation," you started. "Can I know your name?"

He smirked, "Jihoon. You?"

"Y/N. And before you say it, I've heard the phrase 'beautiful name for a beautiful girl' too many times." Jihoon laughed, his eyes turning into crescents.

The bartender—who you learned was named Seungcheol—gave Jihoon his card back. Jihoon politely nodded at him and put the card back in its slot in his wallet. "So Jihoon," you decided to take a drink of your light alcohol, having been abandoned it for a while. "What do you do for a living?"

Jihoon smiled at your curious question, no one usually asks about his career. "I'm a singer and composer."

Your eyes raised quickly, genuinely surprised. "Really?"

He nodded his head in response, "Really. I produce a lot of songs and compose music for big artists. I practically saved my entertainment company from going bankrupt when I was 19."

Your jaw dropped and you stared at Jihoon. "Holy shit, that's so cool! How many songs have you written? Where do you get inspiration?"

Jihoon smiled at you and began to tell you everything while you sat and listened in pure awe. You had never met an actual successful man go to a public place so casually before, especially a club.

Jihoon told you that he always comes here just to get lost, have a drink or two and make friends. Surprisingly, he normally doesn't pick up girls or really have a deep conversation like the two of you. You and Jihoon talked for what seemed like hours. He ordered drinks for you and himself, while still being careful not to give you too much. It was nice being in Jihoon's presence, talking like old high school friends who knew each other for years. He ended up giving you his number because he wanted to keep contact with you. He told you that you were easy to talk to and you said the same to him. You had forgotten why you came here in the first place, with Mingyu. You didn't know where he had went and to be quite frank, you were glad that he had left. You wouldn't have made friends with a nice, genuine person. It had been months, maybe even years since you had made a new friend.

Jihoon must have had a low alcohol tolerance because he already seemed a bit tipsy in your eyes. His words became a bit slurred and he was laughing too much at what you said, despite it not having a punchline. Jihoon called Seungcheol over to give him another drink and Seungcheol fulfilled his request. "Jihoon, I think that's enough drinks for you."

He groaned when you spoke, "Y/N, I'm fiiiiine." Seungcheol returned, giving him his drink that he ordered but before Jihoon could grab it, you took it away. "Nooo! I'm not finished." Jihoon tried to reach your hand with his drink, you only moving it away farther. He ended up crashing into your boobs, face first, while still attempting to grab his alcohol.

"Jihoon!" You cried out, pushing him away back into his chair. He smirked slightly and muttered a quiet apology to you. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, feeling like all eyes were on you. You quickly shook off your suspicions and tried to continue the conversation with Jihoon.

Little did you know, your suspicions were not just in your head.

Mingyu was stuck talking to his friend, Wonwoo and his rising acting career. He missed Wonwoo but man, can he talk your ear off. Mingyu just wanted to get back to you and take you home. Wonwoo kept cutting Mingyu off every time he had a feeling Mingyu was trying to leave. Even when Mingyu wanted to get a drink Wonwoo still didn't allow it. He doesn't even know how long its been since he had left you, feeling a bit guilty that you probably were all alone. Mingyu didn't want to be mean but damn was he close to just hurting Wonwoo's feelings.

He looked around for you while he "listened" to Wonwoo's story about his biggest gig and his upcoming role in a drama show. It was then, when Mingyu finally saw you through the arms of people standing around and talking. You were sitting at the bar, seemingly talking to someone and he was relieved that you weren't alone. He shifted his head and body around, wondering who had the honor of being his temporary replacement while he was stuck with Wonwoo.

"Are you even listening to me?" The latter asked, moving in front of Mingyu's view.

"Yes! Of course I was!" Mingyu exclaimed, getting fed up with his old friend.

Wonwoo gave him a look, knowing for a fact that he actually wasn't paying attention. "Am I boring you, Gyu?"

Mingyu suddenly felt guilty. Wonwoo was clearly just excited to share his accomplishments with him and Mingyu was getting annoyed and wanting to leave. His subconscious was telling him to just listen to Wonwoo and let him ramble--no matter how badly it pained him and how much he wanted to go back to you. "No, I'm just trying to look for someone, make sure that they're okay. It's been a while since I checked up on them and I was just getting a tad worried."

Wonwoo's features softened, feeling bad that he was keeping Mingyu and even making him worried. "Go ahead, it's okay."

Mingyu shook his head, still feeling guilty. "I just need to look around, then you can continue." And that's just what he did. Mingyu stepped to the side of Wonwoo, finally locking eyes on you. He took in how beautiful and gorgeous you looked tonight--maybe even a little too gorgeous. He finally took a look at who you were having a conversation with, and he couldn't lie when he felt his insides churn with a pang of jealousy.

You were intently listening to a black haired male, definitely way shorter than he, and with sharp, dark cat-like eyes. Mingyu had to be honest, he was pretty attractive. The man was talking to you, laughing a bit--thus making you giggle in response. He seemed drunk and when Seungcheol came over, handing the unknown guy another drink along with two other glasses that were empty, it confirmed his suspicions. You then took the drink that was, most likely for the stranger, and that stranger, was not happy about it. Mingyu saw the man try to grab it but instead, land face first right into your chest. You shouted, "Jihoon!" And at last, Mingyu finally knew the name of the man he wanted to strangle right then and there.

"Okay, continue." Mingyu said through his teeth, still looking at you and Jihoon. He pulled out his phone while Wonwoo spoke. He opened his conversation with you and began to type a text. Mingyu stared at you, waiting for you to get his message.

You and Jihoon managed to ignore what had happened and continued on with your conversation. He talked about the people he worked with--between slurs and giggles of course--and you talked about what you did for a living and how you wanted to become a writer. In the midst of Jihoon speaking, your phone vibrated. You apologized to him and he shook it off, continuing what he was saying as you pulled your phone from your handbag.

Mingyu: You're in for it tonight at home, princess.

You gulped as your eyes scanned over your boyfriend's text message. What did you do? All you've been doing is just talking to Jihoon while he was off to God knows where. He was the one that had ditched you, so what could you have possibly done to get you in trouble? Your mind wandered as you tried to come up with any logical explanation behind Mingyu's text.

More time passed, more drinks passed that Jihoon downed in a second, and more flirty exchanges from the drinks that Jihoon downed. The more that Jihoon drank, the more loose he became, resulting in him becoming more confident with you. You wanted to tell him that you had a boyfriend but you didn't wanna ruin anything. Plus his mind was probably so smeared that even if you told him, he wouldn’t be able to register it. Mingyu texted you that he was going to head home, asking if you wanted to come with. You were confused as to why he needed to ask, and wouldn't he be worried about you? Clearly not, so you denied his question, wanting to continue to talk to Jihoon. Mingyu merely responded with an "Okay.." and you supposed he left. He sent you a photo a few minutes afterwards, his face half-shown with your dog in his lap and a thumbs up sign. He always let you know that he got home safely and you were still left in confusion. Why would he leave without you? Weren't you in trouble? What would be waiting for you when you got home..?

"Y/N.." Jihoon said, dragging out the last syllable of your name. You looked over at him, your eyebrows raised. "You're so pretty, you know that?"

You chuckled, ignoring him. "And you're so drunk, you know that?"

He hummed, "I don't have to be drunk to see that though." Jihoon bit his lip, looking at you up and down.

You felt a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks, flattered that a man--you had just met--as attractive as Jihoon, thought you were pretty. "Well, thank you then, Jihoon. I appreciate that."

He scooted his chair closer to you, and looked into your eyes. "You're really hot too."

You swallowed dryly, your heart beginning to pick up its pace. The way Jihoon looked at you, as if you were his prey and he hadn't had anything to eat in days. His eyes darkened, lowering onto you. "Th-Thank you," your breathing became scattered and you stumbled over your words. Your cheeks became extremely warm. Jihoon was bluntly flirting with you and he wasn't hiding any hidden message behind it either.

"It's a shame you're taken though, right?" He placed his hand on your thigh, making you jump the slightest.

You only nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

Jihoon began to move his hand higher up, "I bet I could treat you better than he could." He whispered. He had you in a trance, not realizing what was even happening. His eyes locked with yours, drawing you in and blurring out the world surrounded by you. Jihoon glanced at your lips and leaned in. You could feel his breath against your lips, making you feel weak in the knees--despite sitting down.

Suddenly, you snapped out of the spell Jihoon put you under, backing away quickly. A rush of guilt filled your veins and you told him that you had to leave. You rushed out of the club quickly, heading home while being wary of your surroundings. Your knees felt like jello and your stomach flip flopped with shame, almost kissing a random man you only knew for a few hours. Approaching your house with caution, you couldn't see any lights on in the house. You wondered if Mingyu was home or if he had gone off somewhere else without telling you, which would've been weird if he did. You fumbled in your handbag, searching for your keys and entering your shared home.

"Mingyu? Baby?" Your voice echoed throughout the seemingly empty house. You sighed, taking your shoes and jacket off and heading upstairs to your room. You didn't feel like turning on a light so your muscle memory took your legs to the bed where you flopped onto with a deep exhale. Your hands reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, a breath of relief exiting your chest as you were freed from your confinements.

Your eyes were suddenly blinded as a light flashed on, Mingyu standing in the doorway. His eyes were dark and the shirt he had on unbuttoned. He held the belt that had once kept his pants tight in his right hand. "You're in big trouble, princess.”

#seventeen smut #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #mingyu smut #mingyu scenario #mingyu imagine #mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen #kinksvtwrites

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Part 2 of the 2019 Christmas ficlets!

“You look dead.” Blamenco stated bluntly as he watched Curiel poke his casserole idling for the eighteenth time.

Curiel grunted, tired eyes blinking from their dead stare as he lifted his head off the table. “Just thinking about what I could change in my machine.”

Blamenco gave his brother a concerned expression as he took a bite of bread.

“Maybe I could exchange the batteries for a longer lifespan. ….But then I’d have to remodel it to make up for it. Or! I could…! Wait no.” With a groan Curiel banged his head on the table, immediately regretting it as he jolted up with a yowl of pain and fell back off the bench.

Blamenco choked on his water and held his hand out, “Yer glashesh!” He said with a mouth full of food.

Curiel could only sigh as he pulled his goggles off his aching face. Inspecting them with blurry eyes he was relieved they hadn’t cracked. Sometimes he forgot he wore them after long build sessions since he didn’t need them as much in his shop. All the thinking was going to give a spaz attack--but they were so close to the island! It wouldn’t be long until they docked and he may have to repair on the go if it broke.

“Blanc! Izou! Pop’s wants your help on deck!” Jeppi yelled from the mess hall doors.

Curiel slipped his goggles back onto his face despite the dull pain, smiling at Blamenco’s torn expression. Before the man could say anything he cut him off, “Go on, Blanc. I’ll be fine. Twas just a flesh wound.”

Blamenco gave him a look, “I’m more worried about your brain exploding.”

Curiel laughed as the larger man took his leave. Maybe he’d let his brothers division take his gizmo for a test drive first. It couldn’t be an “unfair advantage” when none of them could hit the broad side of a barn to begin with, right?

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Thatch smiled as he watched Ausha get into a groove. True to his word he quickly was remastering the royal icing, making intricately decorated cookies. Thatch himself had made a new batch or normal frosting and decorating his own few trays worth of cookies. The two of them had done a lot of talking while they worked and he was more than surprised to hear Ausha’s family worked in a bakery before he left.

“I just didn’t want to spend my life doing that, you know? And look where I ended up anyway!”

They both laughed at the irony of it all. Thatch had asked him if he wanted to switch divisions once more, but the scarlet haired man told him that he found himself enjoying working in the kitchen with his family. It made Thatch’s heart happy to see his brother finally fitting it after months of feeling out of place. Before he could say his thoughts the smell of something awful filled his nose….

“OH FU-HUCK!!! NO NO NONONONO!!! NO!!!” He yelled as he spun around and made a mad dash for the ovens.

They were crowded with other cooks, all freaking out just as much as their commander. The cookies that they had set to bake were all burning, no one having heard the alarms go off. Sarah threw open the main oven and pulled out the tray, making a heartbreaking sound at the carnage. All the sugar cookies on it had burned, black and inedible. Hours of work dashed by a single mistake.

“WHO WAS ON OVEN DUTY?!” Thatch snapped, silencing the yells of despair.

Everyone looked around, calling out names in confusion, until one of the older cooks raised his hand.

“I ’ink it wa’ L’n and Helv’ka, bu’ Helv’ka ‘ad a’ appoin’m’nt wit’ ‘Iru and I don’t know w’ere in the fresh ‘ell L’n we’t.” Bob clarified in his thick accent.

Thatch ran a hand down his face and let out a frustrated groan. He had fucking forgotten Helvaka was excused to see Jiru! He forgot to assign someone in his place so it didn’t all fall on Leon’s shoulders! But that still didn’t explain where the other man had gotten off to. With a shake of his head he waded through the crowd and picked up one of the timers. Thatch’s eyes widened in shock as he realized: The timers weren’t even turned on! They were set for the appropriate time but Leon never hit ‘start.’

It took him a second but Thatch was able to breathe again when he felt someone pat his back.

“It’s okay, we can deal with it.” Ausha gave a meek smile as he offered his friend support.

All the stress that had smashed into him like a rock suddenly relaxed, letting thatch breathe easily once again. Ausha was right, they’d be fine, if only a few cookies short then normal. That was fine, they never ate through all the cookies anyway.

“Alright guys, back to work. Twos and Windy, you two are on oven duty.” He ordered.

They’d be fiiiiine. Everything was fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

He was going to whoop Leon’s ass later though.

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Pops hummed some merry tunes as he helped Namur and Haruta untangle a bunch of lights. They had all sorts; rainbow ones with every colour, flashing ones that worked on a timer, small glittery ones that looked wonderful on snow, and some with just red and green. They were always fun to set up in shapes, smiley faces, snowmen, hearts, the family crest. It was “anything goes!” with the lights. .....So long as it wasn’t a penis, that was. The single most annoying thing, however, was untangling the bastards.

To his right Haruta was struggling with the smaller ones, grunting and growling like a child taking on a hard challenge. To his left Namur was calmly handling the red and greens, but if one just looked closely they would see the rage under the surface of his deep grey eyes. Pops himself was having a good time with the flashing ones, which somehow despite his large fingers came undone fairly easily this year.

“GOD--....dammit.” Namur finally snarled.

Pops held in his laughter and instead gave his son a pitying pat on the back. The poor fishman had somehow made his string into a knot, grinding his sharp teeth in anguish.

“Let me hold it up for you, Namur.” He offered, setting down his own work and picking the string up between his fingers and holding it for his son.

This was the boy could see the whole string much more easily. Namur huffed and gave him a look.

“Can’t we have someone else do this?” He asked.

Pops chuckled and shook his head. It wasn’t often Namur complained, but slow, tedious work like this always grinded his gears. If it weren’t for the fact that the fishman could not be in the cold weather he would have let the boy help out to do something else. The fishman knew this too and gave a quiet sigh before getting back to his work.

“Yeah, why do I gotta help with this? I wanna help with the booze barrels!’ Haruta complained, yanking on the mass of wires in their lap.

“This is your punishment for replacing Marco’s bed with beans, my child. He didn’t like that one bit.”

“It was meant to be funny! He didn’t need to lose his shit!” Despite Harutas clear display of annoyance they still continued to work on their uncooperative lights, if just a little loudly.

Sitting there as still as possible Pops closed his eyes and began to hum a soft tune. A tune he would never forget in all his years and would never stop humming it. He hummed until everything around him faded and only his own voice surrounded him. Edward saw a kind smile behind his eyes, felt warm hands hold his face as his voice was slowly overtaken by a womens. He felt those hands take his own and his body swayed as he felt like dancing, the smell of cookies pulling him further into the trance as he remembered frosting them. A wonderful moment in dark times.

“....Oi, Pops?” Namurs voice snapped him out of his reminiscing.

“Mm?” He hummed, opening his eyes and looking down, “Yes, my son?”

“You sing that every year and I haven’t gotten to ask...where did you hear that from? I’ve never heard it anywhere else?”

“Aaah...well you see, I couldn’t tell you.” Pops answered honestly. “I’ve forgotten the words myself years ago. But I can never get that tune out of my head, and it’s this time of year that it always fills my head.”

“....Does it remind you of anything?”

“Oh of course. Happier times in one of the hardest times of my life.” A wistful smile made its way onto his face as all those memories came back to him.

Namur opened his mouth to ask another question when Haruta let out a noise that could only be described as a cat being murdered.

“CAN ONE OF YOU PLEASE HELP ME!?”

Both of the other two light-untanglers looked to the youngest in alarm before bursting into laughter. Haruta had defied all logic and gotten themselves tangled in the wires, making for one of the most hilarious scenes Pops had seen in years. He laughed so hard the boat rattled, making the trapped commander roll over. Haruta yelled more as they struggled in the trap of their own making, Namur having to help them as Pops couldn’t stop laughing between questioning how they had managed to tie themselves up so badly.

#Pops : Whitebeard #Edward Newgate #Whitebeard #Whitebeard pirates #Thatch #Curiel #Blamenco #Namur #Haruta #Izou #((Christmas 2019))#((long post is long))#One Piece

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