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fqiryspit · 1 year ago

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𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?

summary: y/n went to bed to fall into a new world where she met a boy, Eren. every night she would spend with this imaginary boy, but what happens when one wants to stop dreaming?

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Eren Yeager x Female Reader. College!AU

【ＥＲＥＮ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

A smile strained on my lips as I walk out of the university, I now have everything (including a dorm) set up for me, I'm gonna be moving in sometime in December since I need to finish up my first semester in my old college

the murky woods right beside me smile with the twigs dripping from the previous downfall, the gray clouds being the prime evidence of the storm -not to mention the beautiful smell of new rain

I could see in the distance that the forest held fog near the dirt where the powdery hue swirled and moved with every gush of wind, looking at it made a sappy smile appear, It reminded me of Y/n and how she saved me that night when I was running through the forest

I've been eating up temazepam nightly just so I can lucid dream Y/n. my eye bags have faded and my mood went up. even tho I'm becoming accustomed to controlling her in my dreams, It still feels...wrong.

-should I be using her like this? fuck, why do I even care so much...-

...why do I even care so much. I swear I've asked that question to myself more than anyone else in these past few months.

stepping over the cracked sidewalk as I keep my head low I hear my name being sprung from someone's lungs

"EREN!!" I look up to see Mikasa and Armin frantically waving at the hood of the cafe, I was supposed to visit them after the meeting with the college, they've probably been waiting so long since I've been caught up in my damn thoughts...like always

I wish I wasn't so caught up in my damn thoughts.

【Ｙ／Ｎ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

"I'm so bored"

you whined as you jump onto the couch, rubbing your nose into the cushion as Sasha giggled from the kitchen

"I'm heading out. Maybe you should come with me" She offered, you rolled off the couch and looked up to her to see her put on a sweet smile

"where?" "the cafe, I'm fucking starving"

"hmmm," you puckered your lips and then rolled your baggy eyes "better not, I can't have caffeine" you need to try and actually get sleep tonight, blaming your nightmares on the absurd amount of caffeine you drink

"suit yourself!!" she grabbed her bag and blew you a kiss before slipping through the door, you sighed and turned your head to the window that showed the sappy forest and the droplet of water that splatted your window, excess rain from the roof spilling out in unison as the one little raindrop made "splat" on the window

you rolled off the couch as you hoped to be productive on your off-day, squinting your eyes in thought as you still sat patiently on the floor, acting like an idea was going to come to you any minute...

and then it did.

you jumped up and threw your arms up, frantically waving them around as you almost slip on the wood flooring with your pearly white socks before sliding towards your room

your foot closed the door as you hopped over to your desk, your hand reached over for your tote bag as you grip the handle to balance yourself

you held your sketchbook up with dignity and leaped onto your bed, a proud smile on your face as you flipped through the pages

your chest fills with pride when you see a fairy you drew, a little puffy nose, and pointy ears, adorable.

flick

"So, anything going on?" Mikasa said with a smile as she stirred her iced coffee, her eyes flicking towards me for a second before falling back to the drink

"Uhm, yeah, the is college finally doing its job and-"

"OH, ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!" Armin practically screamed in the empty cafe, startling the lone worker

"I heard you got a girlfriend!" Mikasa squealed as she rested her wrists on her chin, leaning forward as she waited for an explanation

"who? do we know her? is she nice-" "Yes, yes I'll answer all your questions just let me finish my bagel-"

ᵈⁱⁿᵍ

are eyes turned to the door to see an auburn-haired girl standing with a determined look on her face, walking to the counter like a man on a mission as she announces her order like a prayer

her eyes flashed to me for a second, and then again. a double-take? why? who is this girl?

"so...you were saying?" Mikasa said, I shook my head and tried to find my voice as I go over the previous conversation, what were we talking about?

"oh, don't tell me it's Sasha now?" Mikasa said while rocking a cocky smile as she leaned back in her chair

Sasha? she knew this girl?

my eyes widen as I struggle to speak, Armin beating me to it as he asks the same question

"Uhh yeah? she is the foody remember? she shares a dorm with-"

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we all flinch at the sound, looking back to see 'Sasha' gone and...Mina.

"Eren?" She said with a slight laugh, walking over to our table as she invites herself to a seat

"O-oh hey Mina" I mumble, looking back at my melty iced coffee as she glows with happiness at this extraordinary accident

Armin nudges Mikasa whispering you can only assume "that's his girlfriend" -because the girlfriend was so highlighted in his tone the whole table couldn't help but hear it

you watched Mikasa's face turn, contorted as she can only hope it was a joke

"I'm gonna order! don't miss me too much" she giggles as she walks over to the counter

My head hung low as I waited for the degradation,

"Eren...Sasha would've made more sense then...her"

"What's wrong with her?" Armin asked obliviously

"Armin...remember? her and Christa? the little the squad they made?" my eyebrows raised as she was speaking gibberish to me...Christa? squad?

their voices dropped to whispers as they talked about things I couldn't care less about

I couldn't care less about it because,

Why the hell did Sasha smell like Y/n?

【Ｙ／Ｎ'Ｓ　ＰＯＶ】

you flick the page to the side to see the next one, a guy, he had a muscular build with doe eyes, probably one of the more defining features of him was the bun that sat low on his head

you titled your head at the drawing, brows furrowed as you try to remember the man

you throw your head back as you try to think when you drew him, getting a flicker of the cafe in mind as you start to recall. You remember you were upset... just not why. sadly drawing the man until another one sat next to you.

you look back down that the sketch, twisting your lips in concentration but getting nothing

you chalked it up to be some guy you saw on campus, but still, it's just something about him...you knew him better than just a glimpse

but, it seems like he is just that, a glimpse. a lost snippet of your memory that you'll never recover

and maybe that was for the best.

Chapter 11

˜"*°•.˜"*°• see you soon •°*"˜.•°*"˜

an: Please dont expect this to be updated again for like a really long time..

#eren x reader #attack on titan #eren smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren fluff #eren hcs #smut #eren headcanons #eren yeager smut

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livelaughloveloak · 2 years ago

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ATWOW HEADCANONS/SCENARIOS - MODERN AU PT 1

description: atwow character headcanons/scenarios if they were dating you (in modern day au) 🤭 some of these are based on my personal experiences. This part contains Neteyam and Lo'ak scenarios.

NETEYAM

He would be the type to have "self care" dates with you where you hangout at your place and put face masks on him.

"can I peel it off now?" Neteyam reached up to touch the paste that was spread on his face. You would quickly smack his hand back down "no! It's not dry enough" Neteyam nodded and went back to leaning against the backboard of your bed while scrolling through his phone. "I'm gonna have to add moisturizer on your face afterwards because you have dryass skin" You said while laying down beside him on your stomach. All Neteyam did in return was give you his deadly side eye.

The type to take the most embarrassing pictures of you because he thinks it's funny

"Neteyam stop!" You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it as Neteyam laughed, pointing a camera at you. "Oh come on just one pic pleasee" he would beg and try to pry the pillow off your face. Once the pillow got pulled off he'd put the camera straight to your forehead taking a picture of you with the 0.5 option on. He would laugh his ass off, almost falling off your bed once he viewed the picture. "You were mid blink" He managed to say while panting from all the laughter. You'd death stare him before smacking his forearm.

The type to wait for you by your school locker.

The school bell rang and you packed up your stuff before walking out the classroom door. You headed straight to your locker knowing that Neteyam was already waiting for you. You pushed your way through the tsunami of students through the halls until you finally saw your boyfriend. "Neteyam!" He quickly looked up from his phone and waved at you with his signature smile. He opened his arms signaling for you to hug him which you gladly did. "wanna go to my place?" He'd suggest while pulling back from the hug and taking a hold of your hand. "Yeah."

The type to bring you random gifts no matter the occassion

"I thought you might like this" He'd pull out a little box filled with stuff just for you. It had plushies, your favorite snacks, self care products, jewelry and one of his hoodies. "Neteyam thank you but you didn't have to really" You cupped his cheek and kissed it. Neteyam would jokingly roll his eyes before answering "Oh come on of course I gotta spoil my princess." He'd take your hand off his cheek and kissed your knuckles.

The type to have matching stuff with you.

Neteyam loved gifting you stuff especially if it's something you guys could match with. For example he'd gift you matching jewelry where if you put the two pieces together it'll make a symbol. He'd give you matching pajamas for when you two had sleepovers. He'd give you brand new shoes just so you can wear to school and match with him. He'd buy you a hoodie he'd already because he thinks it'll look cute on you.

LO'AK

the type to have a polaroid picture of you behind his phone case.

"Is that me?" You teased him after taking a look at the back of his phone. "What? Noo it's my side chick" Lo'ak said sarcastically with a grin on his face that quickly disappeared after you smacked him right in the chest. "Chill I'm joking yes it's you!" He'd dramatically clutch the left part of his chest where his heart was located at. "Yeah that's what I thought" You'd say before going back to cuddling with him.

The type to call you "bro" by accident

"yo bro can you pass me my charger?" Lo'ak would say nonchalantly not noticing you staring right through him. You squinted your eyes almost giving him the side eye before finally handing him his charger. "Bro?" You said with your eyes still locked onto him. He looked back at you confused before it finally clicked. "Ohh sorry my love it just comes out automatically ya know?"

The type to FaceTime you whenever he feels like it

You woke up to your phone ringing loudly right in your ear as your fell asleep with it next to your head. You groaned and picked it up to check who was calling you this late at night. Seeing that it was only Lo'ak you immediately answered. "Why are you awake?" You'd say first while he was fixing his pillow on the other side of the phone. "I'm not sleepy plus I missed you so" He'd answer nonchalantly as you thought for awhile. "I'll stay on call until you fall sleep then." Lo'ak would smile after hearing you say that and nodded. You guys ended up staying on call blabbering about random topics until finally your eyes began to feel heavy so you slowly shut them. Lo'ak was also quiet you thought maybe he fell asleep too. You were so close to drifting off to sleep before your phone flashed white with a clicking sound in the background. You immediately woke up again in shock. "Did you just take a screenshot of me?"

The type to call you embarrassing nicknames cause he thinks it's funny

"what's wrong stink stink?" Lo'ak would ask with his hands squishing your cheeks. You glared at him even more. You huffed and dropped the controller you were holding after losing to Lo'ak once again. "Don't be mad pooks I'm just a god at this game." He'd pinch your nose obviously messing with you "A god? Or a sweat who never leaves his room?" You'd tease him back which made his eyes widen and mouth open. "Oh chill out before your eyes pop out my love I'm only joking"

The type to have "study" dates cause he wasn't paying attention in class

"Hello? Lo'ak are you even listening?" You'd wave your hand infront of his face finally getting him out of his deep thoughts. He'd scratched his head before huffing. "I just don't get how I need physics in the real world." You'd simply roll your eyes and quietly chuckled. "Just learn it for now so you don't fail and have your mother skin you." You grabbed his hands gently rubbing his palm with your thumb. "Study now and we'll hangout after this alright?" Lo'ak grumbled quietly before nodding. "Ok but if I fail the test I'm blaming you"

#atwow #avatar imagine #avatar #atwow loak #neteyam sully #neteyam #imagine #loak sully #loak imagine #neteyam imagine

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mint-fixates · 2 months ago

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Visiting Hours

In which Stanford visits Bill in the Theraprism.

Stanford Pines could not, for the life of him, think of any logical reason he should be here right now.

He'd dedicated 30 long years of his life to destroying Bill. He (and his brother, of course) had been successful in that endeavor. He told everyone, including himself, that all he wanted now was to wash his hands of the entire ordeal and move past it.

Yet here he was, sitting patiently in the Theraprism. Waiting to once again be face to face with the being he'd once called his muse, the being he'd once held dearer than anything or anyone.

He was harshly jolted out of his thoughts by the distinct sound of Bill's laughter.

“Awww, Sixer! I knew you'd miss me!” Bill slid into the chair on the other side of the glass, “Sure took ya long enough to come see me, though!”

“Miss you? Hardly,” Ford crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, “They said that my presence would be ‘productive to your healing’. The entire staff practically begged me.”

“Fordsy, if you hated me half as much as you pretend to, they couldn't have convinced you with a gun to your head.”

Stanford's face burned. “I did not miss you! It was a simple matter of curiosity. Don't-”

“Oh, come onnnnn,” Bill interrupted, “Is it really that hard to admit it? I missed you! There, easy peasy. Your turn.”

Ford screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don't know why I bothered. This was a terrible idea.”

As Ford rose from his chair, Bill's eye shot wide open.

“Woah, hey, wait! I won't tease you anymore if you're gonna be all sensitive about it, alright? Just… sit down, will ya? I'm bored out of my mind in here.”

“You're out of your mind no matter where you are,” Ford snarked as he sat back down.

“Fair point,” Bill shrugged, “So, how’s life treating ya these days? It's been a while!”

Ford found the casual question extremely unsettling. He couldn't think of a time that Bill had asked him about himself, how he was doing.

“... I've been well, thank you,” Ford replied hesitantly, “And yourself?”

“Oh, fantastic. Really living the dream here, Sixer,” Bill said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I have to say, I’m very curious about the methods they use here,” Ford said earnestly, “They must have some advanced tactics, given the nature of their patients.”

“Oh-ho, they absolutely do not,” Bill groaned, “It's all the same useless shit they use on your planet. ‘Talking about your feelings’, ‘processing your trauma’, all that nonsense.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “Well, those things can be effective, but you have to be willing to actually attempt them.”

Bill scoffed. “C’mon, you know me, Sixer! That mushy stuff isn't really my M.O.”

“Yes, that's precisely why they called me,” Ford rolled his eyes, “They seem to think I'll have better luck than they've had in that regard.”

Despite the doctors' insistence, Ford found the notion ridiculous. Frankly, all of it was ridiculous. The idea that Bill was even capable of making progress, the suggestion that Ford was important enough to Bill to be a catalyst for it- and the most ridiculous was the fact that he'd agreed to help.

He could sympathize with the doctors who had to deal with Bill regularly, he told himself. If he could make their jobs any easier, he had some kind of moral obligation to do so, as the person most intimately familiar with how vexing the demon could be. Surely that must be the reason he'd agreed to come, right?

“They think you're going to get more out of me than they can? That's cute!” Bill laughed, “What a plan, dangle some eye candy in front of me and hope I spill my tragic backstory. Clearly working with some grade-A staff here.”

Ford blinked in surprise. “I'm sorry, what did you call me?”

Bill squinted at him. “What, is that offensive somehow? Or is it just that everything I say seems to piss you off lately?”

Ford shook his head. “No, I'm not offended, I'm just… did I hear you right? ‘Eye candy'?”

Bill looked just as confused as Ford felt. “Yeah, you're hot, what about it?”

Stanford could feel the blush creeping across his face, which he attempted to hide behind his hand. “I… didn't realize you thought of me that way.”

“You're kidding, right?” Bill asked dryly, “Why would we have done, y’know, any of the stuff we did together if I didn't think you were hot?”

Ford instinctively looked around in a panic, though he quickly realized that everyone else around was from a completely different dimension and likely had no idea who he was outside of being “Bill Cipher's ex”. That certainly lessened the embarrassment of anyone overhearing their conversation, at least.

“I assumed it was a manipulation tactic,” Stanford mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Pfft, Sixer, you worshiped me, remember? I didn't need to do anything extra to get you to build the portal. I did the extra stuff because I wanted to.”

That detail was insignificant and irrelevant in the grand scheme of their horrific relationship. There was also a significant chance it was a complete lie. None of that was helping Ford feel less flustered.

“I don't- I-” Ford struggled to come up with anything to say in response, his mind forgoing complete thoughts in favor of floundering gracelessly.

“Awww, I missed seeing you get all flustered over me, Fordsy,” Bill said cheekily.

“I am not!” Ford protested.

“Suuuure, brainiac. You're the picture of calm and composed right now,” Bill teased, “Y’know, I think they offer conjugal visits if you're-”

“No!” Ford snapped, not even willing to entertain the idea, “This is insanity. You're really trying to convince me that our entire ‘relationship’ was anything more than some twisted form of emotional manipulation?”

“Sixer, you're the one that called things off. I wanted you to join me, you ruined the plan by going all ‘noble hero on a quest for vengeance’ on me,” Bill folded his arms and rolled his eye, “Which I thought was cute at first, but then you ruined Weirdmageddon and got me stuck in here, so. This little roleplay thing you started has gotten a lot less fun since then.”

For just a moment, Ford felt... relieved. He had to remind himself quite harshly that damn near everything Bill said was a lie. Clearly, Bill wanted something from him, and he wasn't going to stand for it.

“You are unbelievably infuriating, do you know that? Like an absolute idiot, I thought maybe, just maybe, we could have one honest conversation. That maybe your therapy has actually accomplished something,” Ford snapped, glaring at Bill through the glass, “I don't know why I'm surprised, because lying is all you ever do, but-”

“Ugh, again with this,” Bill groaned, “Come on, you're smarter than this! Think, genius- why did the staff ask you to come here? I have a pretty good guess.”

Ford huffed. “What would that be?”

“They think you can get answers out of me that they can't because I told you about what happened to- about my home dimension, right?” Bill asked, “Because you're the only one I told, right? Soooo maybe you can put these puzzle pieces together and get it through your head.”

“You tortured me for months!”

“Because you ended up like EVERYONE ELSE!” Bill shouted, turning red, “I thought you understood! I thought we were going to liberate the multiverse together! But noooo, you found out about my plan and you wanted nothing to do with it. You thought I was crazy and evil and-”

“And you are!” Ford hissed, “What exactly did you expect, Bill? You destroyed your dimension, and it drove you insane with guilt. What did you think it would do to me, to suffer the same fate? To accidentally destroy my home, live with my family's blood on my hands? Oh, I'm sorry, how silly of me. You didn't think about what it would do to me, because you never cared about me. You had your little ‘plan’, and it never once mattered to you what I wanted or how I would feel.”

Bill was silent, staring at Stanford with an unreadable expression. Ford was breathing heavily, trying to calm his frayed nerves. Bill wasn't supposed to know that he’d been told the full story of the Euclydian Massacre- he was supposed to get Bill to admit what he'd done on his own. That was what the doctors had requested of him, and now it was completely out of the window.

“You want me to be honest so bad? Alright. Strap in, Sixer,” Bill finally spoke, looking more exhausted than Ford had ever seen him, “You and I are the same. Underneath all your self-righteous bullshit, we always have been. I was trying to make you stronger, get rid of those pesky moral hang-ups of yours. Because you could've been something great. We could've been something great! I know it. I saw it.”

“What you did to your dimension didn't make you ‘stronger’, Bill. The longer you deny that, the longer you'll be trapped here,” Ford sneered, rising from his chair, “If you’d tried to be more like me, rather than trying to make me more like you, you wouldn't be in this mess.”

“Sure, Fordsy. Sooo, same time next week?” Bill asked casually, his care-free facade slipping easily back into place.

Ford said nothing as he walked away. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he would be visiting again. However, Bill didn't need to know that quite yet.

#this is lowkey a first draft I'll probably post a refined version on my ao3 eventually #but i wanted to post it here for my moot <3 #billford #billford fic #tbob spoilers

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thedemoninmywalls · 5 months ago

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Normalities

This fic is a roleplay between myself and @dokukoi! They wrote Rire and I wrote Aro <3

It was small things, at first. Spelling of words being slightly changed, the color of things being just slightly off. Light switches being reversed. Just tiny things that caught Aro's attention for a second. Things you could easily chalk up to needing more sleep.

Lately, though, things have been different. Everything has been different. The location of buildings have swapped with the ones next to them, the personalities of her co-workers and friends were off, and it seemed like she saw more and more violence in the streets each day. Aro felt like everything she knew about the world was slowly changing to be what it shouldn't be.

Everytime she brought it up to someone though, they reacted like she was the strange one—the world has always been like this! Why was she just now questioning it? It was getting harder to keep going through her daily routine without question.

A few things had stayed the same, despite that: she got home at the same time, and the same man was always waiting at her dinner table, drinking tea.

Today, it… smells like coffee, instead. Huh. Rire swirls the teacup, lifting to smell it before drinking it as if a fine wine. "You're back. How was work, pet?"

"It was fine," Aro answers. She puts down her purse and takes off her shoes.

"I saw a fight on the street today. Two women, clawing at each other. I thought about calling the police, but just hurried home instead."

She feels a little guilty about that.

Sniffing the air, she's surprised by the different smell. "Is that coffee?"

"Humans are really a pathetic lot. Entertainment is all they're good for," Rire turns his head to face Aro's direction. "Interesting, though, that you left them to gouge out their eyes. Has that bleeding heart of yours finally bled dry?"

He looks at his teacup—his expression hasn't changed from his signature smug smirk. "As usual. Why, did you want a cup?"

She frowns at the comment about gouging eyes - hopefully that isn't what actually happened. She probably should have called the police.

"No," she answers his question, sitting at the table across from him. "It's just…different. I thought you preferred tea."

"No, I've always preferred coffee," He arches an eyebrow. "I don't expect much from you, pet, but I thought you were capable of remembering that much."

Rire leans forward, a grin spreading on his face. "I can think of many ways to jog your memory if your little mind is already failing on me."

Aro unconsciously leans back, unnerved by his rows and rows of sharp teeth. She squints at him suspiciously.

"You're messing with me," she says cautiously. "I don't know how, but you're messing with my head…making me think I'm crazy. You must be."

"Please. All over a cup of coffee?" Rire chuckles, leaning back. He takes a sip from the teacup before continuing. "You're paranoid. There's much more fun ways to break your sanity, to make you squirm, to make you scream—why in Hell would I choose a cup of coffee over all those? I simply just enjoy coffee, pet, like I always have. If you'd like for me to break you, I'd be more than happy to. Eager pets get rewarded, after all."

"Thanks, but I'll pass," she frowns, standing up. "And it's weird to have coffee in a teacup. I'm gonna go make dinner."

She heads into the kitchen and starts opening cabinets, looking for the ingredients she wants. All of the ingredients are there, but the packaging and brands have been swapped. What was once sugar was now pepper, and what was baking soda was now salt. It doesn't seem like a single product wasn't touched.

As Aro goes through her kitchen, she finds that everything has been swapped around or changed in some sort of way. Even things that she thinks at the first glance are the same have been changed, however little.

Rire minds his business at the table, sipping on his coffee nonchalantly.

"Hrnnngh…okay, I can do this…" Aro tries to work with her misbehaving kitchen, opening up random products to confirm what they actually are, trying to memorize what is now in what. She gets progressively more frustrated as she tries to put a decent meal together.

"Wait, I thought that was the - fuck, that was salt!" Aro desperately tries to salvage the remains. This is impossible!

Rire looks over, chuckling. "What, have you started to forget how to cook, too?"

He stands up, leaning over her shoulder to look at the ruined dish, then at the ingredients she had pulled out. "Mixing up things that have always been the same is quite the feat. I'm almost impressed."

He takes the cookery from Aro, starting to add and mix in the swapped ingredients as if it's how everything's always been. "Go lay down. You're so incompetent that you can't cook a simple meal—it'd be a shame for perfectly fine food to go to waste because of it."

"I'm not - It's just --" Aro tries to make sense through her frustration and embarrassment. She grabs a bag of pepper. "This used to be sugar! I know it was! Pepper doesn't go into bags! I'm not making this up!"

"As far as I can remember, humans have bagged pepper for years. Since the Romans," Rire doesn't look up from the dish as he fixes it. "I admit, it doesn't make much sense, but humans don't challenge the status quo much… which is why it's obvious you need to lay down."

Rire looks over his sunglasses at her. It's an order, not a suggestion.

Aro knows that look very well, that look he has when his patience has run out. She decides that this particular battle is not worth fighting. So she takes a deep breath and concedes.

"Fine, fine…just…call me when dinner's ready…" She turns on her heel and leaves the kitchen. She goes to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes and put on more comfortable pajamas.

Over the next 30 minutes or so, the house begins to fill with a delicious smell. Eventually Rire calls for Aro—as she walks to the kitchen, the delicious smell gets stronger…

…but on the kitchen table, instead of two plates of a gourmet dinner, there's two plates of a squirming mass of… well, it was hard to tell. It looked fleshy, but it was alive, moving. It was coated with a gray gruel that looked entirely inedible. The dish made squelching and squeaking noises—almost like a small scream—as it writhed around on the plate.

"Spaghetti." Rire states, as if anyone with two eyes would look at whatever this was and agree with him.

"…You have got to be kidding me."

Aro makes a face at the meal. "I dunno what demons eat in Hell, but humans generally don't eat food that's trying to crawl off the plate."

"This is perfectly normal spaghetti," Rire picks up the fork and twirls some of the fleshy mass around it. He eats it. Higher-pitched squeaks—screams—came from it as he chews. "Demon cuisine is much more refined and usually has long pig as the main meat."

"It's generally polite to at least try whatever's made for you before sticking your nose up at it," Rire nods towards the chair. "I'd say this is far more edible than whatever you were trying to make earlier."

"It's literally screaming. Can't you hear it?"

Aro looks sickened, but she sits down and picks up the fork. Maybe it doesn't taste as bad as it looks? But she's nervous to even stick her fork in there, for fear of hurting it….whatever it is, it's clearly in pain, which makes her nauseated.

"That's normal. It's been noted in thousands of human gastronomical texts over the years that the screaming enhances the flavor of the spaghetti. Have you never eaten spaghetti before?"

It does, in fact, taste like a decent plate of spaghetti, but the texture is gag-worthy. It feels like eating paper pulp, with every other bite a node of something pops and lets out liquid. The gruel on top of the flesh feels like sandpaper in her mouth. The screams with every bite doesn't help.

Aro barely gives it a lick before giving up and standing up from the table.

"Now you're just making things up. Spaghetti doesn't scream!" She throws up her arms in exasperation. "And I don't have money to order pizza…maybe I can find the cereal?" She goes digging in the cabinets again. Rire rolls his eyes. "You're being ridiculous. How pathetic is it for a demon to know more about humans and their culture than a human living it? If you don't believe me, go look it up. I have better things to do than lie to you about coffee and spaghetti."

Thankfully, the cereals seem to be untouched. Until Aro opens it, that is—one is full with writhing bugs, the next, parts of dead, small animals, and the rest are filled with similarly gruesome things. When double-checking the cereal boxes, they've been changed to reflect their newly discovered contents.

Aro quickly puts away the cereal boxes before she throws up right then and there. Isn't there a single edible thing in this house?? Ignoring Rire, she continues searching until she digs up an old box of granola bars. At least, they better be granola bars. She ravenously wolfs one down without checking the box.

They taste like granola bars, and the texture seems fine.

Rire laughs. "I never thought you would be so picky with what you put in your mouth. Beggars can't be choosers, can they?" He stands up. "If you're so unsatisfied with my cooking and what you have in the house, why don't I take you grocery shopping?"

The way Rire smiles at her sends a shiver down Aro's spine.

She tries not to let him get under her skin.

"I already went grocery shopping this week," she points out firmly. "I don't have money to buy new groceries….unless you're willing to pay?"

"That is what, 'I take you,' implies, doesn't it?" Rire keeps the same smile on his face. "I suggest you take it before I change my mind—otherwise it seems you'll starve for the rest of the week, if you're so picky that not even cereal is up to your low standards anymore."

She opens her mouth to argue, again, but realizes there's no point. Her cheeks burn with frustration and embarrassment, his constant negative comments wearing down her willpower.

"Fine! Fine," she grumbles. "Lemme get my shoes and coat - and we'll go shopping."

"Alright. Don't take too long, or I might change my mind." Rire waits by the door for Aro to get ready. She hurries on her shoes and pulls on her coat - and they head out to the nearest grocery store. At least that's where Aro assumes they're going, and she heads in that direction.

Rire walks by Aro's side as they head towards the grocery store.

The walk starts normally, although It feels like the walk is way longer than normal. As they walk, the people around them get more hostile. Every accidental bump elicits some sort of nasty remark, and people shove and push around the two without so much as an 'excuse me'. There's several yelling matches going on. Rire seems unfazed by all of this.

Aro finds herself subconsciously walking closer to Rire, almost clinging to him, to try and avoid confrontation. She's afraid of all the hostility and nastiness going on around them, and she feels like he will protect her, somehow. She's always tried to see the good in people, or at least give them the benefit of the doubt. But now she doesn't understand why people are acting like this - why does it feel like the demon is the only thing in her life that makes sense right now?

"Are you scared?" Rire looks down at Aro, amused. "You've walked these streets a dozen times, haven't you?"

A man punches another out cold. He lands on the ground with a crack. Rire steps over the man's body without even looking at it.

"This is the world you live in, not Hell. It's nothing to be scared of. As soon as a scared little puppy like yourself stepped into Hell, you'd be flayed alive."

Despite Rire's words, the confrontations get more and more violent as they walk. It seems like the grocery store is nowhere near in sight no matter how far they walk.

"I-I'm not scared," Aro mumbles, clearly lying and still clinging to him.

She tries to steel her nerves and ignore the violence going on around them. She looks ahead, searching for the refuge that is the grocery store - it's always on this street! Where is it?!

"I've seen abandoned kittens braver than you right now." Rire grins. He's clearly enjoying Aro's fear.

He deftly weaves through the crowd bordering on a riot. A broken glass whizzes by Aro's face. Swings that miss their target just graze by Aro, and knife stabs hook themselves on her clothes instead of the flesh they aim for, leaving cuts and holes in them.

No matter how violent their surroundings get, Rire walks through with ease. The same can't be said for Aro—despite her clinging onto him, she's a hair's breadth away from being dragged into one of the skirmishes. Until someone grabs her ponytail and yanks her back.

She crashes onto the ground, in the middle of a mob. There's a few people next to her that have already taken quite a beating, sobbing and writhing on the ground.

"GAH!" Aro shrieks as she's suddenly yanked back, landing hard on her butt. Panicking, she tries to jump up and get away.

"Rire!" she calls to him, scared that he'll keep walking without her.

Aro can see Rire standing just outside of the mob. He makes no move to help Aro.

One of the assailants kicks Aro in her side, sending her back down to the ground. The other victim gets a boot ground into their face. They yank Aro by her hair and hold her, while others punch, scratch, and kick at her face and upper-body.

The mob is loud, and it's an assault on the ears. They yell obscenities between themselves and egg each other on. It's hard to pick out exactly what they're talking about due to the sheer volume of voices; sometimes, it doesn't even sound like gibberish.

"Stop! Lemme go! Stop it!" Aro holds up her arms to shield her face and tries to kick at the people hitting her. The attack is so chaotic she can barely tell where she's being hurt. She screams for Rire and can barely be heard above the crowd.

When she manages to crawl away from her attackers, beaten and badly bruised, Aro tries to reach Rire - the only familiar face in the crowd.

Rire smiles. Once she gets closer, he steps his heel on her hand, grinding into it. He crouches down with the same smug smile. Rire digs his nails into her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

Crowds weave around them. It seems everything is back to normal. People talk on the phone or to their friends. Couples and friends laugh as they pass, holding hands. Just people going about their ordinary life. Ignoring Aro beaten, bloody and bruised in the middle of the street.

"Pathetic," he sneers. "Nobody wants to help you. What makes you think I'd save you from the horrors of the world, if not even strangers think you're good enough to help?"

By now Aro is sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, too terrified and in pain to answer him. She just tries to pull her hand out from under his shoe.

"P-Please," she begs helplessly. "Please stop--!"

His grin widens as he digs his heel in further. "You're all alone in this world. Strangers won't help you—your friends, family, they won't help you. You're as insignificant as a human gets, an ant. An ant that comes marching toward poisoned honey. You're delusional—you like this situation that you're stuck in, pet. That I'm stuck in."

Suddenly, Rire stands up with a sharp kick in her side. "Get up and stop making the sidewalk even dirtier. I think I've had my fun—and gotten my point across into your thick skull."

Still sobbing, Aro slowly raises herself to her feet, holding her side where she was just kicked painfully. Everything hurts, but she stands there waiting for his next orders. She's starting to believe his cruel words, his relentless bullying, because she has nothing else to cling to. By now she's forgotten her hunger, now she just wants to go home. She wants to feel safe again.

He looks over her, satisfied. Without a word. Rire puts his hand on the small of her back. He pushes her back towards her apartment, against the flow of pedestrians. It's as if she's not there—nobody looks at her, and they weave around the two like there's an invisible forcefield. Their smiles and laughter, their normalcy, almost seem mocking.

The walk back is shorter, and Aro finds herself being unceremoniously shoved into her apartment sooner than she would expect. "Go clean yourself up."

Grateful for being released, Aro hurries to the bathroom. She peels off her dirty, torn clothes and steps into a hot shower. Here, at least, it feels normal. The blood and dirt are washed away. When she gets out of the shower, she tends to her injuries - medicine and bandages on her cuts and bruises, a bag of ice for her crushed hand. She changes into fresh pajamas and washes her face. She feels a little better now, a little more human. Still hungry, though.

When she walks out of the bathroom, Rire seems to have disappeared. There's another delicious smell wafting through the house. This time, when Aro goes into the kitchen, there's a decent meal sitting on a plate. The portion is small; just enough to barely satiate her hunger.

Aro stares at the food warily. There must be some sort of catch - maybe it's drugged or poisoned or will make her throw up immediately. Is it worth the risk? Should she just ignore it? Even if she goes into another room she can't take her mind off the meal sitting right there, so close. Hating herself for having so little willpower, she sits down and takes a bite. When there's no immediate adverse effects, she gulps down all the food and licks the plate clean.

It's just normal food. Why was she so paranoid? Her kitchen is clean; everything that she had taken out to cook, or looking for cereal or granola bars, had been put back. Everything was still scrambled, but it was put back neatly. Back to a state of normalcy.

Aro finishes eating and feels tired. Her apartment suddenly feels too big, too empty. Too quiet. She crawls into bed and begins shivering with fear and anxiety. After everything that happened today, the last thing she wants is to be alone. She desperately wants to feel safe again.

After Aro fell asleep, everything seemed to go back to normal. The next morning everything was completely normal, except for one tiny thing: the date read back to a month ago. When everything had started changing slightly.

Her kitchen was normal, people were usually nice and polite, and everything was exactly as it should be. When Aro got home, Rire was sitting there, drinking tea. Perfectly normal; well, her new normal.

It just felt like she lost a month of her life. It's not like it hadn't happened—nasty bruises and cuts were all over her body. Particularly, her hand—but no bones were broken.

If she ever questioned Rire about it, he kept a straight face, his smile, and told her that she must've dreamt it up. Humans often have vivid dreams like that; not common, but not unheard of, either.

It was just all in her head.

#the demon in my walls #self ship #boyfriend to death #canon x self insert #btd rire #lucien rire #btd fanfic

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amazingmsme · 10 months ago

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Curtwen hc time! Bc we always need some more of these. (And strap in theres a few—)

First things first, i ADORE your last hc with Curt finding out about Owen first. I love the lines of dialogue beforehand between the two of them so SO much. I like that Owen would be like "stop tickling!" rather than "stop tickling ME", makes him sound more british.

Alr here are my thoughts:

Curt obviously spends a lot of time on his hair to keep it ✨️perfect✨️, but actually so does Owen. Owen uses a lot of product to keep his longer hair silky and soft, while Curt uses product specifically for looks. SO Owen loves that when theyre making out his hair ends up all up in Curt's face. Curts squinting and squirming and like "Owehehen- use a hair tie!" and Owens like "I literally just washed my hair, I'm not going to ruin it now-" so Curt has to suffer through giggles.

I will always and forever adore Barb being unwillingly involved in the boys' lil games, SO— Curt keeps asking and asking Barb to buildnhim somrthing that'll help him get revenge on Owen, but he never specifies what he wants the invention to do. So Barb's like "Mega, if you cant tell me what you want the invention to DO, i cant make one for you!!" and Curt tries to explain it in the vaguest way possible so that 1) she doesnt think he only wants it for himself and 2) itll still do what he wants it to do. And wventually when she connects the dots she teases the hell outta him. Curt makes excuses about the 'bad guys' bring thrown offguard or itd be helpful in interrogations, but Barb says "no one would ever use tickling in an interrogation, Mega" and Curt doesnt have the willpower or pride to correct her.

Owen has ticklish arms. There i said it. He wore a tak top while he and Curt were cuddling, and Curt just traced lines up and down the soft skin of his inner/outer arm. He tries SO FREAKING HARD not to tense his muscles because he knows as soon as he does Curt will notice. So hes just like "Curt could you cut it out? You're nails are itching me." and tries to move out of the way. But Curt senses somethings up and prods him (figuratively and literally) about it until he spills. Owen's laughter from soft tickles is so much different from when he's "getting wreckt". Its very breathy and soft, and he covers his face with the back of his hand to hide himself, but doesnt actively lean away from the feeling. Curt gets heart-eyes and immediately wants to hear more. Owen's throwing insults at him to stop, but he just lays there giggling into the side of the couch.

Finally, LETS👏TALK👏ABOUT👏CURT'S👏TICKLISH👏EARS👏. Our canon. Our bread and butter. Curt originally hates wearing earpieces because Barb hadn't perfected the technology yet and it always buzzed. He got yelled at because one time on a very important mission in Budapest Curt was losing his gd mind with how tingly his ear was feeling and he had to take it off. When Barb couldn't get ahold of him, she knew she'd give him an earfull later. Curt also has issues with Owen. Now, Owen loves Curt's ears. He thinks theyre a cute shape and he loves that theyre so sensitive. Owen adores tracing them and pecking them. Depending on the day, Curt wil either get major goosebumps from Owen, or lose his shiy immediately as he did in the famous interrogation scene. Owen always keeps an ostrich feather in his coat pocket. He rarely uses it, but he likes that Curt knows its always there. Its like its watching him 👀

THAT is all i have, i know it is alot but i am obsessed w these two and i just aAA-

AAAAAAAAA THESE ARE SO FUCKING CUTE I’M DYING I NEED CPR STAT!!! These two are gonna kill me, they’re such fucking dorks I love them I love them I love them! & I love that it makes him sound more British, I didn’t even think of that but now that you pointed it out I can’t stop seeing it!

I absolutely LOVE the difference in hair care between the 2 because they both obsess over their hair in different ways. Curt will style & gel his hair before he even thinks about stepping out the door because he’s always gotta look his best. Meanwhile Owen takes fucking forever after his shower brushing it & putting products in it to help it grow, heal split ends, make it soft, literally the works. Curt’s always like what the hell takes you so long??? & Owen’s just like “you have your hair routine, I have mine”

But it makes his hair so silky smooth & soft & it’s the perfect length to brush against Curt’s neck & ears when they cuddle or make out & it makes him so blushy & giggly because wtf hair shouldn’t tickle! But Owen absolutely loves the fact that he doesn’t even have to use his hands to get him laughing

On a related note, his stubble is the bane of Curt’s existence, it should be illegal

& omg Barb is constantly flipping between extremely amused & very annoyed, these boys never give her a fucking break! She’s so patient with Curt trying to find out what the fuck he actually wants from her, but he won’t stop beating around the bush & is being vague af. So she’s just like “damn if you can’t even say it you can’t be trusted with it” & then he tries to make more of an effort to actually describe what it is he’s looking for & she just gets more amused by the second. & when she says no one would use that in an interrogation he like mumbles under his breath something like “well Owen did” or “must be an MI6 thing” & he’s just being classic sassy Curt but she hears what he said & is like wait a fucking second. “Curt you can’t be serious. Agent Carvour is a professional” & he’s getting flustered & huffy & just goes “yeah, a professional pain in my ass. So can you make it or what?” She has it ready for him by lunch the next day & demands a “full report” on the device’s performance. She even had a sticky note with it that just says “give him hell ;)”

FMVRMAGELW I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN! TICKLISH ARMS ARE SO UNDERRATED! Sorry for yelling but this really has me in a chokehold. Owen is pretty averagely ticklish in all the normal spots, but I like to imagine he’s a lot more sensitive in harder to reach or more unconventional spots like his arms. Light touches here drive him up the fucking wall ok, he cannot take it whatsoever. Immediately breaks down in a fit of giggles. He tries to hold out, but breathy snickers always force their way out as he squirms around trying to suppress his wide dopey ass grin. Curt thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen in his life, & he’s right. His forearms are pretty bad & he can’t help but twitch away with a huff of laughter when Curt brushes over the skin there. But his biceps? That’s a good way to kill him. Light tickles there will have him in shrill hysterics & squeezing the muscle will draw out full on belly laughs. Owen didn’t even know he was ticklish there until Curt, & so he was really trying to hide the spot from the both of them. Because what a stupid fucking spot to be ticklish, he did not need to know how sensitive that spot was & he really didn’t need Curt to find out either. But he can’t lie to him, so they went in a little journey of discovery together

Bro we’re so damn lucky that we got canon ticklish!Curt I literally couldn’t believe it! & on his ears no less, like that is legit one of my favorite spots! It’s just so sweet & cute & the way people giggle & scrunch their neck for protection is so kxganssmabfi & that’s his literal introduction to the show!!! Like he legit goes from suave spy who never cracks under pressure to cutest giggly dork in the world in seconds flat! Like wtf they can’t do that to me! But I fucking LOVE how he can’t handle the ear piece because he’s too sensitive there & he just straight up ditches it! & when they ask him about it he’s all dodgy & embarrassed & not giving a straight answer until Cynthia threatens not to pay him for the assignment if he can’t answer her & he just blurts it out, blushing so much & Cynthia just scoffs like “Jesus Mega, that’s it? Why didn’t you just say so, no need to make such a big fucking deal out of it” & he’s so shocked because he honestly expected a lecture about how a spy shouldn’t be ticklish, but she was cool with it??? & she can kinda sense what he’s thinking so she says “look, we’re all human, I get it. I’ll get Barb to make some adjustments” & he thinks that’s the end of it but now she just uses it to tease the shit out of him when he’s least expecting it

His ears are Owen’s absolute favorite spot because Curt is soooo cute & giggly when he tickles him there & it’s one of his worst spots, & he’s a bit of a masochist & likes to bully his boyfriend. & I’m fucking dying thinking about him carrying around that feather all the time “just in case” like just imagine the first time Curt stumbles upon it! Maybe he’s looking for something in his pocket or grabbing his jacket for him & he just freezes & turns completely red. & he pulls it out & looks at Owen like “what the fuck is this???” & Owen looks up & smirks like “well you should know what that is” all smug & shit & he fucking has the audacity to wink at him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, & Curt really can’t handle it

Also worth noting: this is one of the top pics that comes up when you google Owen Carvour

I love them so very much, if you couldn’t tell

#asks #fruitee-goose #saf headcanons #spies are forever headcanons #curtwen #owen carvour #curt mega #special agent curt mega #spies are forever #saf #ticklish!curt #ticklish!owen

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firstaidspray · 9 months ago

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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 15

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Give it up for day 15!! Part of this I would like to dedicate to @/marthammasters for the idea that Chase loves to do puzzles ^_^

15- Write about your ship spending a lazy afternoon together.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 825

Rating: T

CW: None

Rare are days that Chase's shift ends in the afternoon. Reverie, sure– surgery hours can be any time– but House's hours for Chase and the other fellows are usually fairly rigid. So it's nice that he is able to curl up next to Reverie on the couch on a lazy afternoon, free of responsibility and stress.

They watch TV together for a while, a marathon of random comedy movies. It's this way that Chase learns Reverie will laugh at almost anything, regardless of how stupid it is. Well, he knew she was easy to entertain in the humor department, but not this much. He stores that knowledge for later, sure that it will come in handy someday.

After a few hours of movies, Reverie stretches out and lays her head in Chase's lap. He instantly blushes, the sensation of her being there not unwelcome but also not common. She nuzzles into his thigh and makes a strange groaning sound, that of annoyance and boredom.

“I'm bored to death,” she mutters against Chase's leg. “Let's do something else.”

Chase laughs. “This was your idea, don't act like the boredom is my fault.”

Reverie groans again. “What should we doooo, Chase? Having a day off is so weird.”

He tilts his head in thought. “How about we finish that jellyfish puzzle you stole from that beach house we rented last year?”

She leans up on her elbow. “Is that thing still partially put together? I thought I shoved it back in the container so I could properly take the whole thing.”

“No, part of it is still out on a cardboard sheet. You wanted to hang it up when it's done, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Reverie recalls, sitting up. “Okay, let's do the puzzle. And we will finish it before the day is over.”

Chase smiles. “Sounds good to me.”

The two get up and Reverie digs in the cabinet to find a folded over cardboard sheet, housing a small portion of a puzzle that's been put together. Chase grabs the other pieces, held in a cylindrical container with the photo of the finished product on it. The puzzle is a diagram of various jellyfish species with their scientific names next to them. It's a beautiful and interesting puzzle, which fits the mild nautical theme of Reverie’s home.

“Here we go,” Reverie says, spreading out the sheet on the coffee table. “We haven't even completed a single species. I doubt we'll get this done by tonight.”

“Have a bit more faith in our abilities,” Chase laughs, dumping the other pieces on the table. “Okay, you want to try for corners and edges, or a specific part of the photo?”

Reverie eyes the photo on the container and squints. “Hmm…I'm gonna try to do that one.” She points at the portion of the puzzle depicting the sea nettles. “You can have the edges and corners. That shit bores me anyways.”

Chase clicks his tongue and takes a few flat-edged pieces into his pile. “Suit yourself. You put together those nettles.”

After a few minutes of putting pieces together in silence, Reverie huffs in frustration and slams her hands on the table, rattling the puzzle.

“Whoa, what's wrong?” Chase asks.

“It's too damn quiet in here!” Reverie complains, standing up and heading to the stereo system. “I'm putting on music. Any requests?”

He shakes his head. “No, not really. Whatever will calm you down.”

After perusing the CDs in her collection, Reverie picks out Alice in Chains’ self-titled album. She returns to the table and begins to sort through puzzle pieces once more, now calmed by the presence of Layne Staley's voice. Chase smiles as he listens not only to the songs playing, but Reverie singing them softly to herself.

It takes that entire album and almost all of Stone Temple Pilots’ “No. 4,” but eventually, Reverie and Chase complete the puzzle. At least, they complete what they could– there are two pieces missing.

“They have to be here,” Chase says as he tries to shake the container again, to no avail. “Why wouldn't they be?”

“Stupid beach house, bet some other cunts who stayed there lost the pieces!” Reverie snaps as she crawls around on the floor, checking the rug and under the couch for the missing pieces, also producing no results.

Chase shrugs. “Ah well. It still turned out nice, eh? Look.”

He gestures at the puzzle. It depicts a well-drawn and designed diagram of several species of jellyfish, all floating at different levels of the ocean, their taxonomic names written to the side. One of said names is incomplete thanks to the missing pieces, and a chunk of the moon jellyfish is gone, but otherwise, the puzzle looks just fine. Reverie nods in agreement, despite the parts missing.

“Yeah, it looks good,” Reverie says with a sigh of resignation. “And I had fun doing it.”

“Me too,” Chase agrees. “A good use of a lazy afternoon off.”

#my writing #birthday countdown revchase snippets #reverie #revchase #robert chase #x: gee angel

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 10 months ago

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Wreckless - Double Dealings

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I go into headquarters on Friday to talk with Dad... I booked a meeting and I'm wearing a suit.

Yes, I could have done this on the couch at home but if I want to be taken seriously it needs to happen here.

He's my father but today I need him to treat me like a Vice-President.

"Hello Mr. Walker," I say, heading in after having a quick catch-up and getting the go-ahead from Betty.

He squints his eyes, takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose, then smiles.

"Good day Mr. Walker. Have a seat," I do, sitting in one of the comfortable chairs across from his desk.

"How can I help you?"

Okay, this is weird... still, if it works it'll be worth it.

"I don't know how to start. You know me, that's rarely a problem. I have no problem speaking to you or anyone else."

"True, that's why I make you do all the talking. You're well-spoken and have a way of making other people think that your ideas and plans were actually theirs."

He's hitting the nail on the head.

"Thank you. Dad, I have two contracts sitting in Baltimore. Large contracts worth millions."

He leans back.

"I'm gonna need more than that, Finnegan."

"I want to sign them and go back to rebuild."

"Slow down. Why Baltimore? We can do them here."

He's right and if not here than surely in Texas. We'd need some upgrades but either place would be easier than rebuilding in Baltimore.

"I thought you hated it there. Friction with department heads, issues with City Hall, the city itself?"

All true but I've worked most of that out."

He pops a mint into his mouth... I have no doubt that my father's piss tastes like mint because he eats them almost constantly.

Apparently they helped him quit smoking and now he's all Brokeback and can't quit them.

He smacks the table.

"Finnegan. Did you meet a young man?"

He passes me a mint... I liked it better when he kept LifeSavers in his desk for me.

"I'm not making business decisions based on a relationship."

Not completely, anyway.

"You're not answering the question either so that's a yes? Please tell me he's young, Finnegan. I see the way my colleagues drool over you, creeps me out a little to be honest."

The poor guy.

"He's young, well my age, yes."

"Good. And does he have a name? This your-age man?"

"Emmett."

He nods and then relaxes.

"Tell me about these contracts. Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?"

"No, no."

Here goes.

"I submitted two bids to the Department of Defense and we won."

My dad does this thing where he inhales and then his face doesn't change even when he exhales.

It just stays raised and stern.

"We don't have to sign them but will you hear me out?"

"Of course."

I tell him all the reasons I think the Department of Defense contracts and getting a piece of their huge pie is a win for the company.

I spoon it on a bit thicker, telling him that someone is going to make the boards and I feel better knowing they're accurate and well made, that we can try to prevent deaths by building a quality product.

I tell him that being in Baltimore makes it much easier to work with them.

I can drive down when necessary, see people face to face.

I remind him of all the reasons we picked Baltimore in the first place.

We were right, port cities are great to do business in and shipping is easier.

There is still a huge need for good, entry level jobs and we can help lift people by providing them a good work environment and livable wage.

It's convenient not only to DC but also to Philadelphia and I can be in New York by 10:30 if necessary.

I sit back and give him time to think.

I've thrown a lot at him and my father has always been a 'think first, respond later' kind of guy.

"I have a question. If Emmett lived here in Michigan, would you still want to get Baltimore up and running?"

It's valid.

"Yes. I wouldn't stay there, I'd get it up and running and come back here. Would probably have to fly out pretty often but it would be worth it. Baltimore is a good move for Walker."

It's true... Whether he believes me or not is up to him.

"Finnegan, do you know why Walker Industries started making PCBs?"

"I know I'm glad we did but no... I don't know the story."

"It was my decision. I wasn't much older than you and the company had been struggling. This was in the late 1980s and years of Reaganomics had taken their toll. I decided we needed to diversify. Your grandfather, may he rest in peace, wanted to stay the course. Thought computers were too expensive of an investment and would never amount to much."

It's hard for me to imagine a world without computers.

"But he let you?"

He snorts and grabs another mint.

"No. Told me sit down and shut up and when he was dead in his grave, then I could run the company into the ground."

My grandpa was always tough but

"Wow. Harsh. But you didn't wait, did you? We were doing circuit boards when he was alive"

I think.

"I waited two years. Moved you kids and your mother into a crappy mobile home and banked my wages. Bought into a start-up and once that was up and running I gave your grandfather my notice."

He's smiling but I can tell it was hard for him.

"He wasn't happy and bought out all my partners and became my boss again. But he let me try, he said that if I wanted it that bad, he'd give me chance. He gave me a year to make the start-up solvent and if I failed, he'd sell it. Condition was that I had to promise to come back if I failed."

I'm listening and glad he's telling me all this but I'm not sure quite what to take from it.

I still don't know what he's going to say.

"I made a fortune and the rest is history. He was wrong then and maybe I'm wrong about the Defense Department now. Look, I trust you... I trust your heart, I trust your head and I trust your gut. If you want to do this I won't stand in your way but there's some negotiating to be done."

I can't believe it... I will agree to almost anything, even if he only gives me a year... I can do it.

"Thanks dad."

"Thank you son, for growing into a smart, hardworking, well-spoken young man. I was going to golf this afternoon but it looks like we have a lot to discuss. I hate working with the lawyers. I want you to head up the new company and I don't want the Walker name on it, not yet. You'll be a subsidiary. Think of a catchy name, Finnegan... this is your baby."

Before we head out to see his Betty, I give him a hug.

"This means so much to me."

"Finnegan, you'll run this entire company one day. You'll call all the shots. Until then, get as much experience as you can. Baltimore sounds like a good one."

"It Is."

"And son."

"Yes, dad?"

"I'd like to meet this Emmett... even if it is on a stupid screen."

He cracks me up... I've never met anyone who hates teleconferencing as much as he does.

"Your mother is going to flip, she's been worried about you for years. I keep telling her you have time but..."

"Mom," I answer because that's just the way she is.

I get a familiar nod in response as he steals a mint off Betty's desk before telling her to summon half the company into the boardroom.

It's going to be a long afternoon.

I thank her and tell her I'm sending my dad copies of the contracts so that they can be printed out.

Poor Betty, she probably expected a quiet afternoon with my dad out of the office... Oops.

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pacificgrimsarc · 10 months ago

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"Of course," Asa couldn't help but smile at the mention of their son's unbreakable reading habit. "We should've known he'd read through his whole stash within two weeks." His eyes flickered to the pile of books stacked horizontally on the bookshelf in the living room, imagining Benny picking one up and, hours later, setting it down to create a new pile.

At one point, there were two piles—about a dozen chapter books of different, popular children's series and one-offs. Separately kept were a couple of animal and world encyclopedias, though the world one wouldn't be touched, Asa knew, unless Benny was really that bored. Now the main fiction pile had migrated over to the right, telling Asa only one thing, something he'd assumed: Benny had already finished reading everything he brought and, being the voracious reader he was, was now resorting to scouring around the Overlook for something different. Creatures of habit that we are, Benny likely found an earlier installment in his beloved Percy Jackson series—he was up-to-date—that he hadn't brought and decided to go down memory lane.

Little by little, Benny was growing into his father. Benny was barely 7 years old but reading above his grade level, grabbing books targeted at middle school-aged kids and long bored of his set of My First I Can Reads, even if he hadn't gotten to the better-known stories yet. Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? was growing dust back at home, and it wouldn't be long before Benny would graduate from Percy Jackson to Harry Potter and so on. Asa didn't have as many fun options when he was young—he started with the grim tales of V. C. Andrews when he turned 9—but the core was the same. Benny was smarter than all the other kids, and at points, smarter than his parents. Asa had been the same way, and it was what launched him into being a scholar—a professor at one of the Ivy League schools, a playwright who was coming off the heels of his well-attended debut one-man production. Life was going as he'd always imagined until

Six hours. Six hours. Six hours.

Six days. Six days. Six days.

Six fingers. Six fingers. Six fingers.

Benny doesn't need all 10

"Daddy!"

Asa felt a harsh tug on his coat sleeve. It was Benny. "Daddy! You said you were gonna go with me for this one." He pointed over at the sled, bouncing as he stood. Kids had no bones, it felt like. Asa could already feel his bones aching after one ride on this thing.

"Alright, ranger, I'm coming!" He laughed, swooping Benny up from his feet before he could run too far ahead. Asa sat on the sled first, then pulled Benny in between his legs. "Hold on tight," he told his son, who grabbed the handle at the front of the sled. They were atop one of the smaller hills that separated the hotel itself from the rest of the Overlook property; Asa could already see a long strip of no-snow that Benny had carved from his last few rides on the sled. How come Asa couldn't remember any of that?

Asa glanced over his shoulder at his wife, squinting one eye so he could see her past the snow. "You mind giving us a push, baby?" | @someotherdog

it wasn’t as if asa didn’t deserve his time to write. when the job opportunity came up—winter caretaker of the overlook hotel—nadine hadn’t wanted him to take it. though they never had to want for money with her real estate firm raking in millions yearly, her husband needed a sabbatical. he needed some isolation, some privacy. nadine needed one too, if she were to be honest. she sacrificed a lot for her career, and sometimes she sacrificed family for it. she worked long hours to support their family and, truthfully, to support her own ego. she felt good when she got to list a highly sought after property. she felt good when she saw the commission checks. she felt good until she saw the disappointment on her son’s face when she missed a soccer practice or a piano recital.

so, this was supposed to be good for all three of them. she had to push aside any reservations, like the loneliness that was sure to plague her. a reservation like all the snow they were going to endure, high up in the mountains where emergency services were only contactable through a radio. a reservation that, while the overlook was a beautiful hotel, it was also kind of… creepy. (though, to be fair, nadine didn’t figure that out until the beginning of week two when she could’ve sworn there were noises coming from room 237 or when she could’ve sworn she saw the retreating back of a stranger walking into the manager’s office.) she ignored everything to make asa happy because everyone tried to make nadine happy her entire life. it was her husband’s turn, so she’d turn up the tv on general hospital when there were strange noises coming from the room down the hall or pretend she didn’t see a child—one that wasn’t her own—peeking out from behind doorways. it was fine. it was fine! she was fine.

it didn’t help that asa seemed to disappear for hours at a time. she knew physically where he was, sitting at his laptop in the piano room for hours like a meditating monk, but he was nigh unreachable in that room. when he went to write, he went to another world. nadine could bang pots and pans together inches from his face and it was like she wasn’t even there. just hearing his voice then made her nearly jump out of her skin. turning away from the snowy tundra outside the window, she placed a soft smile on her face that nearly twitched after the mention of ullman—ugh, dastardly man. “that sounds like a great idea, honey. i’ll see if i can rouse him out of bed since the promise of waffles didn’t get him up—he found one of those percy jackson books in the billiards room and hasn’t stopped reading it for days.”

#someotherdog #c: asa flores #asa x nadine #i was HOPING you'd have some fun with the shining :3 #i've wanted to write a modernization all winter and u are the perf partner ily #i looove nadine's hauntings #and i named him benny bc #it's like danny but different

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reigenhusband · 3 years ago

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Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?"

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing.

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?"

The blonde twitched.

"W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire.

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure."

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones.

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it.

Maybe he really was scared.

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here.

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever?

Was he really going to cut it as a husband?

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him.

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?"

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last.

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited.

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important."

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance.

"I really believe you'll take care of each other."

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it.

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one."

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!"

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?"

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with.

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!"

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this.

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully.

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear.

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?"

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach.

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety.

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!"

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time.

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!"

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever."

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!"

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!"

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort. "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?"

"Good at what, exactly?"

"Being married."

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant.

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really."

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league."

"Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?"

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with."

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?"

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either.

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off."

I'm annoying??? That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it?

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief.

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in.

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain."

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off.

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say.

But he came through when it mattered.

"Hey Dimple?"

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Thanks."

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time."

He stood and dusted himself off.

"Welp. Here goes everything."

#i only have access to mobile so the format for everything is so ugly but HIIII ITS MARRIAGE TIME #i wanna write a fic of the actual wedding or what it entails later.#thanks for letting me be cringe #to any non selfship blogs that might be seeing this i am so sorry #I'll show the rings i had made later!!!#wedding mentions

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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Love On-Set (Pt. 09 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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The Heart Is A Wild Creature

The good part is that you passed out more from exhaustion than from the metal bar hitting your face, and the wound on the apple of your cheek is small. The bad part is that you have a concussion, and the doctor said you have to rest for ten days. Which means the shooting will be frozen for all this time. You tried telling them you're fine, because you feel fine putting aside the headache, but James said he won't put you through all the stress of shooting at the risk of getting you more hurt than you are now.

So there's nothing else to do. After you shower and change out of Amy's outfit, you head out of the dressing room happy to find only Dacre by the door and not everyone else. They were pretty worried, talking all at the same time and pissing off the doctor more than once. Giving Dacre a small smile, you watch as he takes the bag from your hand.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, a hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the set.

“The headache is fading thanks to the painkillers but every now and then I feel dizzy.” Shrugging your shoulders, you touch the small wound on your cheek. “Who would guess such a small thing would give me a freaking concussion.“

“James said someone miscalculated something.” You can see your trailer at a distance, and you brace yourself when a cold wind blows. “He was mad. It could get someone badly hurt, maybe even killed.”

“I bet he fired the guy.”

“On the spot.”

When you get to your trailer, you go straight to the bed, resisting the urge to just throw yourself on it, and instead just lying down carefully. “A freaking concussion. Can you believe that?” Hugging a pillow, you lie on your stomach. Dacre soon joins you, lying on his side so he can look at you.

“You scared the hell out of me,” Dacre says, and you move to be on your side too. In the last two weeks or so, you've been sharing his hotel room, as well as his bed. So you're used to this proximity, but it doesn't mean you don't feel a little nervous.

“I got pretty scared too.” You mutter, looking at your hands. “Ten days off. It's way too much.”

“Yeah, I was kinda hoping the shootings would be over soon.” His tone changes and you furrow your eyebrows. You want it to end too, to get some well-deserved vacation after these rough months. You don't even know if you'll be called for the next season, since Amy's ending is still a mystery. James won't tell until you have to shoot the scene. The same goes for Billy.

“Why? I mean, I want some vacation too, but... It sounds like you have some other reason.” It might be sleep overwhelming you, or the trailer that decided to spin around, but you move closer to him, hiding your face on the crook of his neck. “You're warm.”

“Let me...” Trying not to move too much, Dacre pulls the blankets, wrapping them around both of you. “I just want us to go back to LA. So we could have, Uhm... A normal life, you know. Go out on dates without worrying about rushing back to a hotel.”

He's right. Going out now is always a mess. You barely have time, and you're either rushing to get to set or to the hotel and somehow manage to get some sleep and be well-rested for the next day. “It would be nice, but...” You can't help but think about it. What you have with Dacre is good, is amazing, but it's not official. People on the internet are talking about it since there are new pictures of you two together being posted on Instagram on a daily basis. But that's them, and this is you. Two different things entirely.

“What?” He mutters, and you wonder how long it'll take until you fall asleep.

“I was just thinking that... We're... You know...” Your cheeks are burning, and you're thankful he can't see it now.

“You know you can tell me everything.” His voice sounds distant now, and you only mutter something in response, your head spinning a little as you breathe in deeply, sleep overcoming you.

“Yeah... We should be dating by now, but that's ok.” Whispering, you lazily pull the blankets closer. “But I'll get some sleep now. Love you.” Then you let your body sink into a peaceful, calming sleep.

•••

You're aware of the sunlight, coming through the window and making you close your eyes tighter. You don't want to wake up yet, and since the first thing that comes to your mind was that metal thing hitting you in the face, you know you won't be shooting anything today. So why bother? It's probably pretty early yet. Pulling the blanket over your head, some undistinguished chattering fills your ears, and you furrow your eyebrows. Who's being so loud this early in the morning? And why are they hanging around so close to your trailer?

“Oh, my.” A low voice says, and it is very, very close. But it can't be Dacre. Dacre hasn't even moved yet.

Slowly, you push the blanket away, raising your head from Dacre's chest just to check what's going on. But when you see a bunch of people by the end of the bed, standing like a small crowd of idiots, you're suddenly wide awake, sitting up straight, a yell caught up on your throat as your sleepy brain struggles to process what's going on. “What. The hell!” You shout at your co-stars, who also seem to be a little surprised. Joe and Gaten have their eyes wide, Natalia is just smirking, and Noah and Charlie are exchanging a glance. You're still working on why they have this stupid look on their faces when the mattress moves as Dacre sits up as well. Then you already know.

“I knew something was going on but... Guys...” Joe mumbles and your eyes get when Noah picks up his phone, turning the camera at you.

“Gimme that!” You yell, crawling through the bed and grabbing Noah's phone as he tries to set it free from your hands. It doesn't take much until you're both laughing, trying to make each other fall.

“Hey, hey. Both of you.” Dacre raises his voice, and soon enough he's separating the two of you, but you smile victoriously since Noah's phone ends up in your possession. “You can't move like that. You have a concussion, remember?”

“I'm alright.” As you say it, you feel yourself losing balance. Holding on to Dacre, you shrug your shoulders. “A little dizzy, but besides that, I'm ok.” Quickly, you go through Noah's camera, happily noticing he didn't have time to take any pictures. “Here. Better luck next time.”

“I'll be ready.” He says with a smile.

“Hey, my people. The van is waiting.” Millie shouts and moving to the side a little, you see as she opens the door and comes in. So that's how they got in. You didn't lock the door last night.

“Millie you're not gonna believe it.” Noah starts, running off, away from where you could reach.

“Well, we just came to say that the van is ready to take us back to the hotel.” Joe, being the idiot he always is, teasing the hell out of you, says in a fake, mean voice. “You're very welcome.”

Rolling your eyes, you wait for them to leave before gathering your stuff. You decide to take it all back to the hotel since it'll be ten days until you have to get back here. You also wait for Dacre to do the same, and you're happy to know that nobody noticed his things are here too. Then you head to the van, holding on his arm because he basically forced you too, despite you feeling completely well. You both take the usual sit, on the back, ignoring people's stare. Well, you're ignoring and blushing, trying not to let them see it.

But something is off. All the way to the hotel, Dacre is silent, thoughtful. When you're nearby, just about to enter the parking lot, you lightly elbow him. “Hey... Is everything alright?”

He nods, giving you a small smile. “Yes, it's just... Remember when I said you talk in your sleep?”

“Remember when I told you not to listen?” You feel relieved when he giggles.

“Well, it's more like when you're almost falling asleep. It's cute, actually.” As he speaks, the van stops and you move to get out. “But you said something important and we need to talk about it.”

“Ok.” Swallowing hard, you nervously run a hand through your hair.

In the elevator, you keep up with the small talk, managing even to make sassy comments at Francesca. But when you get to the hotel room, you can't help but try to remember what you might have said, but nothing comes to your head. Biting your lip and taking a deep breath, you leave your luggage on the hall that leads to the bedroom and moves to sit on the couch. Dacre joins you soon after, and when he opens his mouth to speak, your phone starts ringing.

“Sorry. I'll just hang up.”

“It's alright. You can answer it.”

“Are you sure?” Holding your phone towards him so he can see it's Natalia. Whenever Natalia calls, it's not just to say something.

“Yeah.”

Squinting your eyes at his expression, you answer the call, bringing the phone to your ear. “Hey, Nat. What's up?”

“Where the hell are you?” She basically yells, and there's a laughing Millie on the background, saying something you can't understand. “We knocked on your door and this completely random person showed up.”

“Oh...” You haven't told them yet, but you probably should. Giving Dacre a glance, he furrows his eyebrows, a question on his eyes. “I... I kinda checked out of my room and then checked in to another room.” The sentence sounds a little confusing, and you roll your eyes at Dacre's fun expression.

“And why haven't you said anything? Where are you?”

“Uhm...” Looking down, you feel the heat spreading through your cheeks. “Do I really have to say...?”

There's a moment of silence before Natalia takes a deep breath. “She's in Dacre's room.” She mutters, probably to Millie before hanging up. They won't let this go. Ever.

“I think they're coming here.”

“You think? I'm sure.”

“Dacre, I–”

“Hey, relax, alright.” He cuts you short, leaning closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “I promise what I want to talk about isn't bad.” You breathe out, relieved. “So let's see what they want and we can talk later. We kinda have a lot of time in the next ten days.”

“Alright.” Taking a deep breath you move to get the door, and when you open it, Natalia, Millie, and Sadie are coming from the elevator. “Hey, girls.”

“I can't believe you let me knock on someone else's door.” Natalia starts as Millie gives you a meaningful stare before just walking inside with Sadie.

“I didn't know they'd give my room to someone so quickly.”

“Since when you've been sleeping here?”

“A while...” When you try to remember exactly when, your head starts pounding a little harder, so you just give up.

“Look, I was promised a group reunion, movie night, and room service.” Sadie raises her voice from the inside, and both you and Nat move to the living room. “Can we get this going?”

Sadie got what she was promised. A few moments later everyone is here, fighting about which movies you'll be watching and then fighting over what you'll eat. Dacre has to tell them to keep it low every time someone's voice starts rising, but you wouldn't mind if it wasn't for the headache.

Hours later, after three movies already, Gaten joins Millie on an Instagram live. And of course, since you're the newest couple, even though you're not official, she turns the camera at you and Dacre, seated on the couch with his arm around your shoulders. She talks about the accident and how Dacre, apparently too far from you, ran like a lightning bolt when he saw the metal bar hitting you. And you really hope her phone camera won't get that you're blushing.

“Alright, people. I love you, but I gotta go...” She waves at the camera, smiling and spinning around so everyone has a chance to wave too. “But let's end this with a kiss from our OTP. What do you think?”

It doesn't take a genius to know who she's talking about. “If we do this, it'll become public so we should just–”

“Look at them. So cozy together.” She sing-songs, gesturing for you to get it done. “C'mon. Kiss the girl.”

You were just about to protest, to say anything to make her let it go when Dacre's hand come to your chin, pulling you close until his lips connect to yours. You weren't planning on kissing him right back, since it'd be better to just keep it simple, but it's stronger than you. And there's this thing in your head that turns everything off the moment Dacre's lips touch yours. So you're quickly deepening the kiss, a hand holding the collar of his shirt.

“Uhm... Alright, alright.” Millie says, and it makes you pull away with your cheeks burning. “That was even better than I thought, so... Goodbye, everyone.” When she ends the live, she gives you a stare and a smirk, to which you roll your eyes. “When are the two of you becoming official? I expect a formal announcement.”

“You're very nosy, did you know that?” Dacre says and Millie shows off her tongue. “Well, I don't know if you guys have any plans for tonight, but I do, so...”

“Are you kicking us out?” Gaten asks, crossing his arms.

“Good to know you got it.”

“They're planning a romantic night, that's so cute,” Sadie adds, making everyone mutter something stupid at the two of you.

Even so, it takes half an hour for the last conversations to end and for the whole group to leave. When you close the door after saying goodbye to Noah and Finn, you make your way back to the living room.

“Alright. I'm dying over here so let's just talk. What did I say?”

“You said you love me.” Dacre just bursts out from his place, standing by the coffee table.

You don't know what to say. It's too early for that... Right? Even though you have this feeling, it's way too early to let him know that. Biting your lip, you look down, unable to sustain his stare. “Oh...” Nervously, you run a hand through your hair. “I'm sorry. I know it's too early for this, I just–”

“Do you?” He cuts you off, sitting beside you.

“Do I what?” It's a stupid question, but it comes out anyway.

“Do you love me?” With his index finger under your chin, Dacre lifts up your head until you're staring into this amazing ocean blue eyes.

There's no other possible answer, just the truth. The overwhelming, crushing truth. You've been trying to hold back your feelings, but the heart is a wild creature, or so they say, and it wants what it wants. It loves who it loves, and nobody can control it. “Yes.” You mutter, voice weak and low because wild hearts can also be broken, and that's the last thing you want. “I know it's too early to say that, but when I'm sleepy the words just come out and I can't control them.”

A laugh escapes his lips. “I've been telling myself to hold back. That it was too early to call it love but I guess it's just how it's supposed to be with us.”

“What... What do you mean?”

“I'm completely, wholeheartedly in love with you and I never thought it was even possible to love someone this much.” Dacre cups your cheeks, placing a delicate kiss on your nose. “I know it happened fast, and quite unusual if you ask me, but it was perfect. The truth is that the only reason why I went to talk to you on your first day on set was because I couldn't stop thinking about you since we shoot that scene for season 2.” As he speaks, a smile comes to your lips. Not in a million years you'd think you'd catch Dacre's eyes. “It took a hell of a long time, and that love at first sight thing was wearing off but when I saw you again... It came back like an avalanche. So I had to go and talk to you and ever since... You're everything I can think about.”

“So...” Biting back a smile, you wrap your arms around his neck. “What happens when two people are in love with each other?”

“Correct me if I'm wrong but they start dating.”

“They start dating.” You repeat, standing on your toes.

“So it's official now.” He states. “We can change our Facebook status.”

“Dacre, we don't have a Facebook account.” Giggling, you remind him, your lips brushing on his.

“Then I'll make one just so I can update my status.”

“Or you can just kiss me already and be done with it.” You suggest, smiling victoriously when his arms encircle your waist, pulling you even closer to his body.

@baker151910 @shinydixon @dreamin-of-dacre @hanoi15 @lickmymelaninn @foccus @multific @uncookspaget @kellysimagines @peakascum @thisbreakableheaven @nope-thanks

#dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery imagine #dacre montgomery fanfiction #imagine dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery #imagine stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfiction

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touyota · 4 years ago

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Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen.

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing

"Fuck I'm horny."

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment.

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room.

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!"

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking.

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist.

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?"

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room.

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura.

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another.

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep.

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think…

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise. Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later.

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly.

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)"

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face.

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you.

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo.

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

let me see that pretty pussy baby,

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch. By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime.

Keigo: 1 image sent

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night.

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment…

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set.

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts!

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination.

Room 555

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice.

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest.

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him?

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs.

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed.

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you.

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced.

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard.

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name?

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps.

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time.

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body.

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes."

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said.

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please."

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh...

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

#bnha x reader #yandere bnha #bnha smut #shiggy x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha x y/n #tw: noncon #tw: manipulation #tw: slapping #tw: dumbification

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scentedsongrebel · 4 years ago

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Tyohaar (Festival)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Celebrating Dussehra in Delhi with the Soldier Trio.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Hindu references, mythological stories, Mentions of Violence, minor angst, Hospitals and injuries, tell me if I miss any....

Word Count: 4290

A/N: Sorry for the delay you guys, I was having a rough few days but I finally have it out. Hope you guys like it.

This from the same universe as my stories Homecoming and Bura na Mano Holi hai but can be read as a stand alone.

Hope you guys like it and sorry for any mistake.

Pictures not mine credit to the owners.

Steve runs his right hand through his hair as he looks over at the crowd gathered around him. The constant buzz was voices hangs around in the air as people keep talking over each other and children burst firecrackers with their parents close by, keeping watch.

You stand near the ice cream stall, Bucky and Sam with their Bionic masks on their faces concealing their true identity, check over the huge menu that the ice cream vendor points at. Your figures visible through a street light under which you all stand in the dark that comes with 9pm.

When you had seen the ice cream cart making its way in your direction, you had just screeched in excitement and ran towards it hastily asking what ice creams each of them would like to have.

The cart itself was impressive with a huge refrigerator attached to wheels at the bottom for the guy manning it to propel it in whatever direction he wants. Several pictures of ice cream bar were hanging off the top of the thing attached to the huge half cylinder shaped roof over the cart and one corner of the cart had several menus hanging off it.

After looking at the menu once he had decided on the simple orange bar but after you had exclaimed about this kulfi thing being amazing he decided to try that.

Bucky and Sam were an entire other story. They had to make their own decision and so they had been staring at the god damned thing for the past 5 minutes not reaching any decision.

You had already started licking your kulfi bar and Steve was very close to stop waiting for his friends and just eat the thing himself.

"I really wanna go for this chocolate bar but there are like three of them. Which one do I even go for?"

"The one that you want Sam" Steve grinds his teeth together, having lost all his patience close to 3 minutes ago

"I don't know what I want that's the problem Steve" He sighs and Steve has to take a deep breath as he comes in closer to look at the menu properly

"Well you're allergic to nuts so the fruit and nut option is out"

"What if its the best one?" Bucky pipes in and you nod from beside him, the corner of your lip stained with cream from your kulfi

"It is amazing, the nuts just add perfect crunch to it" Steve closes his eyes in annoyance before opening them again and shooting a glare your way as he wipes the food off your face with a tissue that he picks up from the cart

"Damn it" Sam hits his hand against the pillar supporting the roof of the ice cream cart, winces in pain, shakes his hand, then brings it to his chest to cradle it with the other hand to relieve the pain that punching a metal cart entails

Steve shoots a very very apologetic look the appalled guys way who not so discretely pulls his cart away from the group. With his face heating up, he turns back to his friends, very dedicated to get it over with as fast as he can before he looses all his money in the huge tip he sure is given the guy.

"No ice cream is worth a run to the hospital"

"How do you know it isn't though?" you shoot him a cheeky smile and before he can stop, Steve finds his lips breaking into a curve.

"He would take the chocolate bar" Steve finally decides before there is any more argument and is relieved when Sam seems to accept his decision.

The vendor scrunches his eyebrows together before pointing at the chocolate option on the menu in question and nods his head when Steve gives his confirmation. Steve has to remind himself that not everyone in the world understands English.

"Bucky?"

"I'm gonna go with the butterscotch cornetto"

"Good"

Once the orders are placed and received and Steve has thanked and given extra tip to the vendor for his commendable patience, they head on towards the crowd.

"Its funny how you preach about Sam not eating nuts cause he's allergic but when it comes to you, you don't practice"

"I'm not allergic to anything"

"Oh but you were when you were the small punk" he grins "remember when milk products would give you horrible gas but that didn't stop you" Bucky says through a bite of his ice cream, prompting you to giggle as Steve shoots him a pointed look

"Yeah I grew up and know that's dangerous"

"Oh yeah you grew up alright" Bucky gestures at his body as Steve huffs

You stop a little away from the cluster of people that have gathered in the park and the others follow your lead.

A massive crowd of people has gathered around the park and form a circle around two enormously huge statues of three mustached guys in some kind of robes. They are standing at almost 20 feet tall, one smaller than the other. The statues are tied to the ground by long ropes that keep them erect.

When Sam had curiously asked about the material used to design the appreciable design you had google searched and informed them about how they made use of bamboo sticks to make the frame of the body after which paper and cloth is used to cover it and lastly paint to give the clothes color and add facial features.

The mustache is very important

You had told them after Bucky made a comment about it being his favorite.

"Okay so I just realized this dude in the center has additional heads? On either side" Sam wonders curiously as he looks over at the design

"Those are heads?" Bucky squints as he now watches the statue with a new perspective "Holy shit! Those are heads, I thought that was some jewelry"

Steve scrunches his eyebrows together and looks over at the statue in the middle and there it is. Tiny heads on either side of the face.

"Yeah, why does he have-" Steve points his finger at the subject in question and starts counting "9, no sorry 10. Why does he have 10 heads? And why are they so small?"

You shoot a small grin his way, looking around at the crowd gathered and take his hand in yours

"The heads are supposed to be the same size but I guess it would have messed up the balancing of the statue so they used small sized heads"

"Okay that makes sense but what are we here for" Sam crosses his arms and winces as a screaming child runs by him "And why are we not on the quinjet and half way to New York by now?"

It was a simple reckon mission to check up on the anonymous tip of a possible Hydra base in a small village in North India.

It was just gonna be the Soldier Trio but you gotten really excited when you learned they were going to your home country and decided to join them.

Seeing as it was just a reckon for an anonymous tip that was mailed to Tony and because they really didn't think it would turn out to be anything, Steve had agreed for you to join them on the condition that you stay at the hotel while they finish their job.

The simple mission did turn into a full fledged fight when the base actually did have a fully functioning Hydra facility and one of their guys in civilian clothes recognized Steve and issued a warning. It took hours to take them down with the help from the Indian Army and Thankfully, there were no civilian casualties.

Steve had stopped the rest of the Avengers from getting their as the fight was almost over by the time they got the news and there was no use for them to travel all the way across the world for nothing and so they stayed.

Following that was a stay at an Army hospital where Sam got treated for a broken nose and several severe wounds across his body while Steve and Bucky were pretty much healed completely by the time they got to the hospital.

You had been safe and sound when Steve had rushed to your hotel room in Delhi in panic only to find you watching the news in fear and trying to get in contact. After all this time with the Avengers you knew better than to leave the hotel.

After a teary reunion and you having completely examined him for injuries and kissing the hell out of him, you spent the rest of the week in the hospital, looking over Sam.

Following that was an entire week of diplomatic meetings in New Delhi, explaining to the government officials why a simple reckon turned into the destruction that it did and the presence of Hydra, their aim and all the other stuff that was out of your expertise and so you let it go.

You were the Avengers'' doctor, not an Avenger and sitting alone while the team deals with these things is something you are used to.

So seeing all this you could understand why Sam would be desperate to go home and just sleep for a whole month but when you were on the way to the airport and saw a Rawan statue on the way, there was no way you would have gotten on the plane. Especially when you googled it and realized Dussehra was today.

"We are here because its Dussehra Sam!" You exclaim, your mouth slips in a huge grin as you feel the warmth that always comes with celebrating festivals at home.

"You already said that Y/n" He grits his teeth and you make a face at him

"Its a festival. Don't you think its faith that I'm here and we're free, exactly on Dussehra?"

"I really don't"

"You should" You straighten up the kurta that you had purchased at one of the stores on the way in your festival excitement. Once who had learned you actually were home on Dussehra for the first time in 3 years, there was no stopping you from going all out and buying an Indian outfit from the first store you could find.

It was a dark green 3/4th sleeve Kurta that ran down to just below your knee. It was quiet modest the little fake buttons running down the middle from the closed collar. It was had simple golden design all through it and you had paired it with a designed palazzo that you had honestly fallen in love with.

(I’m really bad at this description. Sorry)

Before Sam can but in with another comment you motion towards a corner of the park and lead Steve by hand, which he does not resist. You know Sam and Bucky will follow close behind.

When you reach a less crowded corner where you are a little away from the crowd and still have a view of the statues you sit down on the grass, pulling Steve's hand to pull him down with you.

"We really need to sit on the ground?" He asks, clearly knowing the answer

"Its grass Steve and I've seen you in proximity of way worse things like Alien blood and and Hydra goons" You chastise and Steve sighs

Bucky quietly sits down in front of you, patting your shoulder with his metal hand that is disguised with some advance SHEILD tech, before settling down and crossing his legs

"I love that you keep Hydra goons and Alien goo at the same level of gross"

You just shrug as Sam sighs and sits down too and Steve is left with no other option but to follow. The four of you sit around in a small circle with your legs crossed.

"Yeah so Dussehra" You rub your hands together "I did not want to have to scream for Sam in all that noise"

You refer to the loud, screaming children that were making it hard to talk at the place that you guys previously stood at.

"What do you mean for Sam?"

"We got super hearing Pal, we can hear her even if she whispers" Steve squeezes his shoulder and Sam swats his hand away, licking quickly at the corner of his ice cream that starts to melt and fall down.

"Yeah so whatever" You pull the attention back to yourself

"Today is Dussehra" You start to explain "It is the Hindu festival that signifies the victory of good over evil.

See years ago Lord Ram was the King of Ayodhya, he is one of the human birth of Lord Vishnu, one of the three major Hindu gods. And he was sent on a 14 year exile because of a promise his father made to his step mother"

"She a villain?" Sam buts in and you shake your head

"She loved him like her own son. Lord Ram had two step mothers Kaikeyi and Sumitra and his birth mother was Kausalya. He was the son of King Dasharath and he had three brothers Laxman, Bharat and Shatrugan. They were a very close knit family"

"Then why did she send him on an exile?"

"She got carried away. My mom always says that it was the part that she had to play to take Lord Ram to his destiny. He was God, he was supposed to accomplish the mission he had for this birth and Kaikeyi was an important part of that. She regretted her choice and tried to make it better but Ram declined. But that is a story for Diwali. I will tell you then."

"Okay" Steve takes your hand in his and prompts you to narrate the story further. Sam and Bucky looking at you in interest

You take long, deep breath and continue

"Yeah so during his exile, his wife Sita ji and his brother Laxman accompanied him through his journey in the forests. One day his brother had an altercation with King Rawan's sister and cut her nose"

"He what?"

"Yeah, she survived, never understood the logistics of it but she survived and returned to her brother and to avenge his sister and because he was evil he decided to kidnap Lord Ram's wife Sita who was the human birth of goddess Laxmi, the wife to lord Vishnu"

"The one Ram is the human form of?" Bucky asks trying to keep up and you nod

"Yes. So he fools Sita, making her think he was an innocent Sadhu asking for food and then abducted her and took her to Lanka and then after a 10 month long hunt and help from several people he found on the way, he finally discovers Lanka and kills Rawan."

"10 months??" Sam exclaims and you nod

"No one knew where Lanka was at the time, Lord Ram had assembled an Army of half humans and half monkeys who helped him in search"

"Half monkeys" A hint of a smile takes over Bucky;s face but you just nod

"Its so interesting because I was talking to my father once and we figured that the descriptions of the Half monkeys or the vanar sena matches that of the primitive man so my father had said that it could mean that was the time we were transitioning from that form to this form and thus there were both forms existing simultaneously"

"Wow. But that is not part of the story?"

"Its not clearly stated but my father and I really did wonder about it a lot and it makes sense."

"Okay?" Bucky nods his head, furrowing his eyebrows together in understanding

"And Lanka meaning Sri Lanka?" Steve asks and you nod

"Yes, he was the King of Lanka, present day Sri Lanka and that may also be the reason it took them so long to find Lanka, it was an island in the south. They did not know anything about it"

"Wow. Okay I think I get it a little bit" Sam nods his head "So one of those dude is Rawan?" You nod "and the others?"

"The middle one is Rawan, the other two are his brother Kumbhkaran and his son Meghnath, they were one of the key helpers of Rawan but that is a story for another time"

The collective nods of all three of their head tells you that their minds have exhausted their capacity and you giggle at the thought and look back at the people that have started to prepare for the ceremony, if you can call it that

"They are gonna burn the statues one by one, the last one being Rawan. This ceremony signifies, Lord Ram's victory of good over evil"

"And the 10 heads?"

"Rawan had 10 heads, it was part of a blessing he had earned from Lord Shiva after years of hard worshiping. When Ram tried to kill Rawan, he tried to shoot arrows at his head but they would just re-emerge until Rawan's other brother, Vibhishan who had decided to support good and had thus betrayed his brother told Lord Ram to aim at his stomach."

"And he died?"

"Yes" you grin "Tale as old as time. Victory of good over evil"

Sam sits up straight from where he was completely crouched, a little stick in his hand, now that he had eaten all the ice cream from it.

"Well okay, nice story" he runs his tongue across his lips and looks up at the big statues and the now busy crowd "When are they gonna- you know?" he wiggles his fingers trying to imitate the gracious dance of the fire

By the time you had finished your story, a the crowd had doubled. From the corner of your eye, you could see the people that were preparing to roll up a newspaper

"You see them" You point at the group of men and three pairs of eyes follow your motion "Those people over there with the rolled up paper? They are gonna light fire on the paper and then place in on the statues that have been filled with inflammables"

"Oh okay"

You guys sit in silence for a while as the announcement that the function is starting is made, from your position in the far end, it is very easy to have a perfect glimpse of the festivities and so you four sit there with Sam and Bucky who were previously facing you have turned their backs on you as they face the other side.

You sit besides Steve, your shoulders touching and your hand in his but still maintaining a respectful distance as is appreciated in this place.

"After everything that the trip brought" Steve whispers in your ear, not taking his eyes off the man that starts to light up the statue of Meghnath, it takes a while before the flame catches up and the statue quickly starts to catch fire and everyone starts moving farther away "I'm glad you could have this"

He squeezes your hand lightly and you turn to look his way

"Thankyou for letting me tag along with you guys"

"I'm always glad to have you around doll" A small curve takes his lips as people scream in joy when the statue starts to completely burn and they start to light up the Kumbhkaran statue "Though I would prefer trips where I'm not worried about Hydra getting to you"

You bite your lower lip as the loud sound of crackers that had been tied inside the statue start to burst

"God its been so long since things have been so loud around me. God I missed it"

Steve throws his head back and laughs before shaking his head

"We can have our house as loud as you want"

You laugh at that

"Yeah, no I think the sound pollution is only good when given in small doses"

"We have have whatever you want in our home"

“okay...?” you shoot him a skeptical look as he grins

"Why are you not getting it?" he asks

A loud cheer comes from in front of you as they start to finally light up Rawan

"Getting what?"

"I'm asking you something"

"There was no question Steven" You are now extremely confused

"Well fine" He huffs and looks around to make sure no one is looking and takes both your hands in his as he takes your attention to him "I'm trying to talk about building our life together"

"We already live together"

"Yeah and that's the best thing that ever happened to me"

You smile

"Okay...?"

The loud noise of crackers booms from the front as people scream in excitement

"Y/n, my love" he starts, staring deep into your eyes "When I was pulled out of that frozen state and been told that I slept for almost 70 years and everyone and everything I knew was gone, I never thought I would have a reason"

He stops to take a deep breath and you feel your heart quicken in its speed

"A reason to want to stay you know? I went through the motions, did what was considered right for the world, fought the fight that needed to be fought but I was just going through the motions. Doing what I thought I needed to do. Doing what may very well be the reason I woke up now right? Because everything happens for a reason right?

And I thought my reason was this. To discover Hydra' presence in SHEILD, fight off freaking Aliens and every Avenger thing that I did and still do. It was all I had except for my friends but even that felt hallow like they were only my co-workers even after I found Bucky, there was something missing. It wasn't until I met you that I started loving life. I have never done that. Even in the forties, I had hated myself, dreaded the next day and that is what I was doing now but Y/n my love, you slammed your way into my life and unknowingly broke down every single wall that I had built. And I love you for that and for the amazing, brilliant, smart, beautiful, kind, lovely person that you are and so so much more my love-"

"Steve" You whisper, tears freely falling down your eyes and even through the explosion of voices around you, you know he hears your whispers just like every other voice around you is muted except for his

"Y/n" he whispers back and you barely make it out on the shape of his lips

"Y/n I have been waiting for the right moment since forever ago and I even went the traditional route and got your mothers' permission and since then I've been waiting and waiting but I just couldn’t find the right moment"

"Steve"

"Right now, in this exact moment, this exact second of time, I think I realize that every moment I have with you is perfect. There is no the perfect moment because everyone I have with you is perfect"

"Steve"

"So Y/n L/n, would you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the happiest man on earth?"

"I- Steve"

A second of stutter in your voice and Steve feels his heart stop. What the hell did he do. You didn’t want this. You were not ready. He should not have done this here. He should not have spoiled this day for you. He should have waited. He should have the ring.

"I'm sorry but the ring is this secret safe in the house and I never thought it would happen like this but I promise to give it to you the moment we land in New York if you say yes that is and its okay if you don’t” He starts blabbering, his fear taking over his tongue “Its okay if you say no. I can live with that. Its fine. No hard feelings. I-”

“Shut up” you scream and he goes silent before looking around, noticing how people move away from the smoke coming off the burning statues and get closer to where the four of you sit

“I would have kissed you right now but I don’t think that would be appropriate in this setting” You tease pointing at the group of kids that are starting at the group of you suspiciously and Steve checks his mask just to make sure its still working

“Are you?”

“Saying yes?” you bite your lip “Maybe? I don’t know. Give me the ring and maybe you’ll get an answer.”

You push yourself up from the ground, patting his shoulder one last time, saying something about checking where you guys could have dinner around here, leaving him dumb founded and confused.

“You know she said yes right?” Bucky asks as he stands up too, offering a hand to Steve to help him stand. He then offers his hand to Sam who takes it but falls on his butt when Bucky pulls him up and then leaves his hand promptly.

“She did?” Steve asks still confused.

“You were the one who said you loved her horrible jokes man” Sam says, massaging his back to relieve some pain he had gotten after his fall, punching Bucky on the shoulder which has zero effect on the super soldier and then he is following after you

“Come on Punk, I was promised food” Bucky follows right behind Sam, leaving behind a very confused Steve with a group of kids that have closed in on him

Before he can understand what is happening, one of the kids blocks his way

“Are you Captain America?”

And now Steve really is speechless.

---- THE END ----

Sorry if this felt like a rushed ending but my brain had stopped working.

@fangirl-swagg Thankyou for encouraging me to just write it. I would have quit half way through if it wasn’t for your enthusiasm.

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 30

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 5,379

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

"Chorus?! That's bullshit! There must be some mistake, lemme see that thing," Lea snatched the paper off from where it'd been taped to one of the auditorium doors, causing it to rip a little as he did so.

Sighing, I stretched a hand out to try and retrieve the cast list from him, "Don't be silly, it's fine. It makes sense."

He yanked the sheet out of my reach, squinting at it with a perturbed frown before scoffing. "Makes sense my sweet ass. Where's Marluxia? Me and that cotton-candy-haired punk are gonna have words."

"You'll do no such thing," I finally managed to get my hands on the paper, prying it free of his fingers. Seeing it was now horribly wrinkled to boot, I grimaced and taped it back to the door, doing my best to smooth it back out. Then I slipped my hand into Lea's and started half leading, half dragging him back towards where he'd parked his car. "And it does make sense. They don't know me. They've never worked with me before. On top of that, I did choke a bit at the start of my audition. They can't trust a starring role to someone that's inexperienced and that they're unfamiliar with, not until I've shown them how I do in a background part as well as shown them that I'm capable and that they can rely on me."

"But you were the best one at the whole damn tryouts!" he huffed back. "What are those numskulls even thinking? I tell ya, if I were the director, it woulda been no contest. You'd be the leading lady like that," his fingers snapped.

"You're sweet and not at all biased," I rolled my eyes with a soft snort. "...honestly, I'm actually a bit relieved to be starting in chorus. I'd rather take it slow, ease myself back into theater and not take on too much responsibility right out the gate. It'll give me a chance to feel it out and see if this is something I really want to pursue. And if it is, I just have to put in the time, do the grunt work and by the next time they're putting on another production, maybe then they'll have enough confidence in me to give me a lead part."

Lea harrumphed. "They better. Otherwise I'm gonna kick Marluxia's stupid butt."

I hid a small grin behind my fingers, "He might not even be the one directing next time."

"Don't care. His ass will still be the one I kick outta pure spite."

A snerk escaped me, followed swiftly by a tiny, bubbling laugh. Lea glanced towards me, the corners of his eyes crinkling. As we came to a stop on the passenger side of his car, he tugged on my hand, pulling me up against him. He slipped one arm around my waist while his other came up to tuck some of my hair behind my ear as he ducked his head down, kissing me thoroughly.

Breath? Gone.

Knees? Jelly.

Brain? Mush.

As he pulled away and I struggled to remember how to take in oxygen again, I asked, "What was that for?"

"Just cuz I can," he winked, planting a light peck to my forehead. "You know this whole dating thing we're doing? Huge fan. Ten out of ten. Would recommend."

Face warming, I gave a derisive snort. "Sap."

"Yes, but I'm your sap," he nuzzled his nose to mine before releasing me to unlock my door and hold it open for me.

"Sap squared," I promoted him with a chuckle as I took my seat, reaching for the buckle. "Cliché sap squared."

"Too true. And you wouldn't have me any other way," he beamed before shutting the car door. My eyes followed him as he made his way around to the other side of the vehicle, one corner of my lips twitching up.

No. I suppose I wouldn't.

"Alright, next stop," Lea said as he plopped down into his own seat, retrieving his shades from where he kept them tucked in the sun visor and slipping them onto his nose. Thankfully, it was only his aviators. But I seriously doubted I'd seen the last of those ludicrous heart-glasses. "Lay that address on me, chica."

I fished the little piece of paper it was scrawled on out of my pocket and he tapped it into his phone as I read it off to him. Then the device began reciting directions in a bored monotone, his engine roared to life as he started the car and we sped off. We hadn't even been driving for a full minute before I heard a… peculiar noise coming from the back seat. I blinked, then glanced back over my shoulder. Had I imagined it? ...no, wait! There it was again! And it seemed to be coming from the floor behind my seat, where piled in a rumpled heap was…

"Um…" I quirked an eyebrow at Lea. "...your jacket seems to be barking…"

"Hm?" He was keeping his eyes on the road, but I didn't miss the hint of a smirk tugging at one side of his mouth. "Oh! Yeah, that. It does that from time to time. Needta train it to be better behaved."

My eyelids drooped. "...maybe you should feed it or take it for a walk."

"Nah, that'd only encourage it and then I'd never be able to get the damn thing to quit yapping," he snerked as he stopped at a red light. Then he was reaching behind me to shove his leather jacket aside, revealing a big box, its lid decorated with a frilly bow on top. He hoisted it up with a small grunt and deposited it into my lap. "Here. Was originally supposta be a Congratz-On-Landing-The-Lead present, but now it's more of a Congratz-On-Being-Glorified-Scenery present," Lea chuckled, scratching his cheek.

I lightly swatted at his shoulder. "There are no small parts, only small actors," I quoted with a shake of my head before directing my gaze back to the gift. I could feel it twitching and shifting slightly in my lap as it gave another couple of muffled barks.

Gee. What could it be? I really do wonder.

(Note the sarcasm.)

I was just glad to see several air holes poked into the lid. Come to think of it, Lea had been keeping his windows rolled down too. Sighing and smiling despite myself, I lifted the lid up. Sure enough, a puppy poked its head out to greet me, one that was a super white ball of pure fluff. The same one that's stolen my heart at the pet store when Lea and I had stopped by a while back. The one I'd dubbed Marshmallow. "Lea, no. I told you already that my complex doesn't allow pets." My chiding words were at odds however with my delighted chuckle as I picked the little guy up to hug close. "You shouldn't have gotten me a dog."

"I didn't," he said brightly as the light turned green and he stepped on the gas once more. "I got myself a dog."

I stared at him blankly as I felt the pup flicking its tongue along my chin. "...so wait. In essence, you got yourself a gift to celebrate me being glorified scenery in the play?"

"No, I got myself a gift to celebrate you getting the lead in the play. Not my fault you failed to live up to your half the bargain," he tsked before laughing as I gave his shoulder another smack, this one with more force behind it. Then as we shifted lanes, he flashed a smug grin, "'Sides, keeping the furball at my place gives ya an excuse to come visit me more often."

Petting the puppy's soft fur, I snorted, "Manipulative."

"Hey, what you call manipulative, I call incentive."

"You're right," I hummed as my fingers scritched behind Marshmallow's ear, a sly curve to my lips now. "You're definitely not enough of an incentive on your own for me to make the trip."

"Rude! You're lucky I think you're so cute," he reached over to pinch my cheek. I ignored him, holding the dog up in front of my face so we were nose-to-snoot. Marshmallow wagged his tail, licking the tip of my nose and I heard Lea grumble, "Oh sure. You he gives puppy kisses while all he ever gave me was tooth hugs."

"Tooth hugs?" I echoed, brow furrowing slightly.

"Lil furball's been tearing the shit outta my ankles nonstop," his face pinched sourly and I couldn't help a small laugh.

Once I'd sobered, I said, "I thought you said Saïx would murder you if you ever got a dog. How are you not dead?"

He flicked on his turn signal. "Oh trust me, it's not for lack of trying on his part, but bastard's gotta catch me first. The trick is to never stop moving when I'm home. Stay in one place too long and I'll get pulverized. Also got six different deadbolts locking my bedroom door now to keep him out, though I'm just waiting for him to get pissed enough to Kool-Aid Man his way through our shared wall."

"Hope I'm there to see that," I grinned, shifting to cradling the puppy in my arms in order to maximize belly rubbing efficiency. "Surprised the little guy managed to stay quiet for so long."

"Me too. Squirt was yipping up a storm the whole drive over when I was coming to pick you up. Was worried he was gonna ruin the surprise. But musta just wore himself out eventually and took a nap or something."

"Mm," I just hummed distractedly. "Also kind of shocked you were able to snag him. We saw him at the pet store, what… two weeks ago? Would have thought someone would've adopted him already in that time."

"Heh… well, I didn't exactly pick him up today..."

"Yesterday?" I glanced towards him and he gave a weak chuckle, shaking his head. "Then when?"

Lea scratched a finger behind his ear. "Er… same day we went to the roller rink?"

I blinked a couple times, then deadpanned, "...as in the same day we went to the pet store?"

"That'd be the one!" he nodded as he pulled up to a stop sign, his hand coming up to pluck at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "After you left to go home, I went back. Ya just liked the lil mutt so much, I couldn't help myself. It was an impulse buy. Five seconds after I became a proud, new dog dad though, I felt like a total dumbass. But woulda felt like shit if I'd tried to give him back, so..." he shrugged, "I kept him."

My gaze returned to Marshmallow as my lips pursed to one side. He panted happily back up at me. "...I didn't see him that one time Saïx had me over for dinner. How'd you manage to hide him?"

"Stashed him away at Xion's for the night. Couldn't risk you finding him and realizing what a twitterpated bonehead I was," he snerked as the car propelled us forward once more.

I bit back a little grin. "But it's okay for me to find out now?"

"Well yeah, course! Since you're my girl and all now. Back before we were dating, me buying your dog was weird and possibly a lil creepy." He shot me a smirk, "But now it's just sweet and endearing!"

"If you say so," I murmured, only listening with half an ear as I smooshed and squished the pup's face.

His head turned slightly towards me and I could practically feel the slight narrowing of his eyes behind his aviators. "...crap, I'm gonna have to compete for your affections with that damn fleabag now, aren't I?"

I struggled to keep a straight face as my finger booped Marshmallow's cute little nose. "Is it really a competition if you've already lost?"

"Oh-ho, I see how it is," he snorted as he checked the rearview. "Well don't be too alarmed if next time ya see me, I'm down one dog and up one pair of a brand spanking new white, poofy earmuffs. The two things'll be totally unrelated. Pure coincidence."

I gave a tiny, amused huff and rolled my eyes. Then I leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for the puppy. You're very sweet."

He ruffled his hair, "Shit, if it's always gonna make you this happy, I'll have to buy myself more gifts!" I made a noncommittal noise in my throat, all my focus diverted once more to playing with the dog. Lea gave a defeated sigh but smiled. Then he asked, "So… how's Anna been doing?"

I frowned slightly. "...okay. She's… better."

The altercation with Hans had been a few days ago now. By the time Anna had gotten through with him, he'd staggered out of my apartment with a limp and a black eye. I hadn't heard from him since, though part of me did wonder if he was just taking time to lick his wounds before coming back to further profess his supposed love for me. Guess it just depended how much of a hard time his parents would give him and how easily he'd break under the pressure.

As for Anna, once she'd spent all her rage on rearranging Hans' face and had nothing left, she'd proceeded to bawl her eyes out. She never took breakups this hard, but apparently she'd really thought Hans was it. The One. After such a rude awakening to the fact that he wasn't and having her heart shattered, I didn't blame her for having a bit of a breakdown. She'd ended up staying over and Rayne and I had turned it into a sort of a girls night to try and cheer her up. We'd binge streamed romcoms until 3 a.m. which honestly, with Anna wailing through every single one, I had no clue if they were making things better or worse. But she was the one who kept putting them on one after the other, so I'd just let her as I hadn't had the heart to deny her.

In the days since, it was obvious Anna was still down, even though she tried to hide it behind sunny smiles and loud laughs. Still, she seemed to be on the road to recovery.

"She's strong," I added softly after a brief lull, fingers absently toying with Marshmallow's paws. "She'll bounce back. Just needs a little more time, that's all."

Lea's phone suddenly gave a small ding, announcing that we had arrived and our destination could be found on the right. Luckily a spot had just opened up on the curb for him to turn the car into. I unbuckled my seatbelt as the engine shut down and opened my door, stepping out onto the sidewalk. My arms were still holding the puppy and I unfortunately had to concede that I probably shouldn't bring him inside. Spinning one-eighty, I set him back down inside the car and he immediately tried to hop out to follow me. My hands shot up to block him and he retaliated with sad eyes and a whimper.

Oh, this little con artist.

Laughing, I stroked his head soothingly, "Now now, Marshmallow, no need for all that… we'll only be gone for a few minutes, I promise."

"Awfully presumptuous of you, naming my new pupper," Lea teased as he appeared at my side now, a paper shopping bag that he'd retrieved from the back seat on his way out of the car now dangling by the handle from his fingers. Rubbing a curled knuckle over his chin as he glanced skyward, he smirked. "I was thinking something more along the lines of…" now he stretched a hand out, dragging his splayed fingers through the air as if the words themselves were magically materializing in front of our very eyes, "...Imperius, the White Death and Destroyer of Worlds."

I shot him a dull look. "...bit long to fit on a dog tag, don't you think?"

"Not if we use really teeny font!" his grin twitched wider and my eyelids just drooped in response. "Fine, fine, ya have a point. Hm… compromise? How 'bout... Marshmallow, Destroyer of Worlds?"

One corner of my lips turned up, "I can live with that." Giving the puppy one final scritch under the chin, I cooed, "Be back soon, Mr Worlds," before locking and closing the car door. As I turned to fully face Lea, it came to my attention that he was now scrutinizing me with a squint and a little frown. My eyebrows knit together. "...what?"

Without a word, he abruptly bent forward and friggin' licked the side of my neck.

With a small yelp, I squirmed and jumped back, hand flying up to clamp over the now damp skin as my cheeks threatened to spontaneously combust. Lea's face twisted in distaste as he spat and razzed his tongue, "Yeck, concealer. Thought so. Knew there was no possible way my masterpiece healed and faded that quickly."

Ah. He was talking about the Mother Hickey. I nodded with a sigh, "Yeah, Rayne helped me figure out how to cover it up."

Stepping closer, he hooked a finger under my chin to gently turn my head to one side so he could take a better look, muttering, "Hmph. Nice job, Raindrop. Matched your tone perfectly, never woulda even known it's there. But also… so not cool. I'm an arteest! A maestro deserves to have his pièce de résistance on display for all the world to see."

"Not when your canvas is my neck, maestro," I snorted, getting on tiptoe to plant a quick peck to his lips as I took the bag from him. Inside it was a powder blue sundress, a pair of ankle boots, and a phone book.

He gave a tiny pout, but it quickly melted into a grin as he took hold of my free hand, lacing our fingers together. "So… you ready for this?"

I spotted the little store we'd come here for and started walking towards it. "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."

"Ya sure the dude even wants all this junk back? It's more than a lil used now."

"Well, it's a used clothing store, so I'm sure it's fine," I shrugged.

Lea chuckled, "That old phone book is rumpled from water damage and is practically a rat's nest. No, scratch that cuz calling it that sullies the good name of rat's nests everywhere."

"It doesn't matter," I exhaled heavily. "I told the man I'd bring it all back and that's what I'm doing. If he won't take any of it, then I'm happy to pay him back for it all with interest." On that note, we stepped through the automated sliding doors beneath the big sign that read Wandering Oaken's Trading Post.

The store looked the same as the last time I'd been here. The cluttered racks, the secondhand clothing all but bursting out of every nook and cranny, the rustic decorations on the walls and hanging from the ceiling… all of it exactly the same. It honestly surprised me a little. I would've expected some changes since it felt like my last visit had been absolute ages ago. I had to remind myself that in reality, it'd hardly even been two months since.

I hoped the man (employee? proprietor?) who'd assisted me back then wasn't also exactly the same as I remembered him. All angry and stocky and big. I gulped, feeling my breathing turn shallow as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Surely, he wasn't still mad and wouldn't rip me limb from limb on sight, right? And surely, my memory had to be lying to me and exaggerating. No one, not even Lea, was that hulkingly ginormous… right?

"Hoo-hoo! Big summer blowout! Half off swim su-" the familiar voice immediately cut off as its owner, that same man I'd recalled, locked eyes with me from across the store. "You!"

Nope. He was exactly as terrifyingly ginormous as I remembered him.

Suddenly - and I don't quite know how exactly, because I didn't remember moving - I was hiding behind Lea.

Huh. Seemed like my latent surprise teleportation powers had activated to catch me unawares once again!

Taking a deep, steadying breath to settle my nerves and get a grip, I slowly creeped back out from behind him to respond to the man with a shaky smile and a tiny, "Me?"

He abruptly came charging at me and I swallowed a squeak, screwing my eyes shut.

This was it. The final countdown. The last roundup. I could already see the fabled white light. Was already watching my life flash before my eyes. Could hear an angelic choir singing somewhere. All but feel the-

Those giant tree trunks he had for arms unexpectedly wrapped themselves around me, crushing me to him in a spine-cracking hug that lifted me several feet off the ground and forced a surprised grunt out of me.

Um…?

"What is this?" I wheezed as I was swung to and fro like a ragdoll. "I don't understand what's happening."

Lea snerked, being absolutely zero help as he simply crossed his arms and watched the absolute epitome of bear hugs continue. "Apparently, this is how he deals with shoplifters. His own unique brand o' vigilante justice."

"Well it's cruel and unusual punishment!" I croaked out, kicking my feet and trying to wriggle free. "How do I make him stop?!"

Miraculously, he chose that second to release me of his own accord, shooting me a big smile that took up over half his face, "Oh thank you, deary! Thank you!"

...okay, not quite the greeting I'd been expecting.

Like, at all.

Both eyebrows shot up my forehead as my hand went to rub at my elbow, "You, uh… you remember me?"

"Of course, deary!" he nodded eagerly, tapping his fingertips together.

I squinted at him uncertainly. "...and you remember that I… stole from you?"

More enthusiastic nodding, "Ya, ya!"

...was I the only one totally bewildered right now?

My eyes darted over to exchange a brief glance with Lea, who just shrugged his shoulders.

Oh good, so it wasn't just me then.

Looking at the worker once more, I hesitated for a split second before awkwardly thrusting the bag out to him, heart thudding loudly in my ears as I began, "Well I… I brought it all back like I said I would… even the phone book! It's all still in decent shape… er, except for the phone book, that is. I can compensate you for that though and… and the dress and shoes too, of course! That is, if that's what you'd prefer... and I'll even pay inter-"

"Nonsense!" he gently pushed the bag back towards me. "Keep it all, it's yours. And your munny's no good here."

I stared at him blankly. "...I'm sorry, I'm confused."

The man beamed at me now, "Your dress, deary! The one you left behind in the fitting room and said I could have? I must say, that had to have been some costume party you came from! I sold that gown for enough munny to pay for all four of my sons' college tuitions! So I insist, keep those items! And please let me know if you see anything else in here that you'd like, ya?" A sudden low chime rang out overhead, signalling that another customer had walked into the shop. Gracing me with one final warm grin, he then plastered on his customer service face and walked past me, waggling his fingers in greeting, "Hoo-hoo! Big summer blowout!"

Frowning slightly, I watched him go before I heard Lea say in realization, "...you left your wedding dress here."

My fingers twisted and fidgeted with the bag handles. "Sort of… yeah."

He shook his head with a snort. "Shit, El, a gown like that made for your upscale, hoity-toity, blueblood wedding? You didn't shoplift, you way, way overpaid!"

Feeling heat creeping into my face, I gave a tiny scowl and huffed, "Well, it certainly felt like shoplifting, the way he was yelling and chasing after me when I ran out the store!"

"Babydoll, you just lost some serious street cred," he chuckled, pressing his lips to my temple. "Seriously though, just ditching it in some random fitting room? You coulda sold that thing for bookoo bucks and made this whole striking it out on your own thing way easier on yourself."

"You said the same thing about my car back at my parents' home. But just like with the Ferrari, that dress was bought and paid for with my parents' munny," I sighed, crossing my arms. "I don't want to accept so much as even a single cent from them if I don't have to… I don't want to feel like I owe them anything. And I just… I didn't know what else to do with the dress, really. I just wanted to be rid of the wretched thing."

He tsked, tapping a finger to my nose, "Oh you. Always gotta do things the hard way, huh? Silly." Reaching for my hand, he then started us meandering about the shop, idly perusing the racks and shelves as he went on, "If it'd been me, I wouldn't have thought twice 'bout pawning that dress for some quick cash. What's the big deal where the munny came from? All that really matters is how you spend it to give yourself a better, happier life. Turn bad into good, ya know? I- sweet!" he cried out abruptly, eyes lighting up as he happened upon a clump of feather boas draped across the corner of a chaotic, jam-packed shelf. Snagging one that was made of red feathers marked with black stripes, he wrapped it around his neck with a flourish before batting his eyelashes at me. "How do I look?"

I rubbed my fingers over my tiny smile. "Beautiful. Simply gorgeous."

"Damn skippy!" he chirped, now spotting a full length mirror nearby and moving to admire himself in it.

From insightful to kid playing dress-up in under two seconds flat. That had to be some kind of record.

Seeing that the employee had returned to his post behind the cash register, I walked over to him. "Hi again. How much for one-"

There was a sudden giggle at my ear that was distinctly Lea's, followed swiftly by a second feather boa being looped around my neck, this one comprised of blue feathers with white tips. With that, Lea zipped off once more, this time heading towards what looked to be the toy shelf.

I blinked in his wake, then shook my head with a soft hum of a laugh. "I'm sorry, how much for two feather boas?"

"Holy shit, this orca action figure comes with a tiny machine gun! And-" Lea gasped, running back now to excitedly show it to me, "-it also turns into a goddamn freaking robot!"

Patting him on the cheek, I turned back to the cashier with a sigh, "And the toy too."

"For you, deary?" he asked, still happily tapping his fingers together. "Free of charge!"

My head rocked back slightly. "What? No, but-"

"Oh hell yes! Thanks, big guy, and have a great day!" Lea cut me off, snatching up my hand and bolting out the store, forcing me to stumble after him as the cashier called out after us to do the same.

As we exited through the automated doors back out onto the sidewalk, I said, "Lea, wait!" I dug in my heels, bringing us both to a lurching stop. Then I frowned over my shoulder back towards the little shop. "I'm not comfortable with this. He's only giving us this stuff because of that stupid dress and I told you already-"

"Don't look at it as benefiting offa your folks munny," he grinned, taking the bag from me to tuck the toy and his boa inside with the other stuff. Then he set to work uncoiling mine from around my neck. "Instead, try this on for size: ya did a good thing with that dress. Maybe even the best possible thing ya coulda done with it. You donated it to the worthy cause of paying for the education of that dude's small army of kids. And if that's not enough for you, here's another way to look at it: ya traded in a wedding dress worth a sultan's ransom and all you got in return was a handful of cruddy, secondhand junk that altogether costs maybe twenty bucks max. On the divine cosmic scale of ethics, I think you can consider your conscience clear and your heart light as a feather."

Now fully freed from the feather boa, I released a tiny huff through my nose as I watched him slip it inside the bag too. "Well, when you put it that way…"

"It's settled then," he beamed, slinging an arm around my shoulders and guiding me back towards his car. "Now onto the next item on the list!"

My head tipped to one side. "There's more? But with this place checked off, I thought that was the whole list."

"Maybe your list, but we haven't even begun to scratch the surface of mine. And first up is immediately correcting one epic fail on my part."

"Oh?" I arched an eyebrow at him.

He nodded, "Mm-hm! For ya see, I've been grossly neglectful in my boyfriend duties. Can you actually believe I have yet to take you out on our first proper date since officially becoming a couple?"

A tiny smile fought its way onto my lips. "For shame. The absolute scandal."

"I know, right? People are already beginning to talk, my good name is being dragged through the mud," he puffed out an overdramatic breath, shaking his head.

I laughed. "Well then, what did you have in mind?"

As we came to a stop next to his car, he tapped the window glass where Marshmallow was pressing his paws up against the other side while barking his little head off. "For starters, how 'bout we take this lil fellah to a park somewhere for a few hours? Once he's all played out, we can drop him off back at my place. Make it real quick, in and out before Saïx wakes up and realizes he's been unknowingly volunteered for doggo-sitting duty." Setting the bag down on the roof the car, he then faced me, taking both my hands in his as he idly started toying with my fingers and murmured, "Then I was thinking I could take ya somewhere nice. Maybe Le Grand Bistrot? And after that…" he gave a lazy shrug, that dimple of his emerging, "well, guess we'll just see where the night takes us from there."

My eyes crinkled as I stared up the few inches that separated us. "Sounds perfect."

It'd been one wild and, at far too many points, absolutely absurd ride that had brought me here. And it was far from over for I still had a long road ahead of me. I'd yet to even determine what exactly I wanted the future to hold for me, and that was okay. I could hardly be expected to have the rest of my life already planned and mapped out after experiencing only a couple short months of freedom. Come now, that would be unrealistic.

But it didn't truly matter that nothing was really decided yet. What mattered was that I was the one who would get to decide, no one else. And for the moment, I was just deciding to focus on what was immediately before me. Today, I had a date with my boyfriend. Tomorrow would be a shift at my job in a mall ice cream shop. And the day after would bring the start of rehearsals for community theater. All in all, it was nothing grand, nothing fancy… but it made me happy. And for now, that was enough. More than enough. I could figure out the rest in my own time, and that sounded pretty good to me.

In fact, it sounded absolutely amazing.

THE END

…sorta?

Author's Note: And thus we come full circle... it ends where it all began way back in chapter one... cheesy, I know XD Okay, I rarely finish stories and thus I don't have a lot of experiencing doing it, so factor that in however you will in judging this final chapter xD I know, it was stupidly, cavity-inducingly sweet and not a lot happened, but damnit it's my story and I'll end it how I want to! Oh, and the toy Lea found wasn't a reference to anything, it was just something stupid I found on the internet that I figured the goofball would go absolutely nuts over xD

So, you probably have questions about that "...sorta?" at the end there xD Well that, my friends, has to do with the good news I mentioned that I had for ya'll a couple chapters back! Although the big, main plot of the story is now complete, there will be *drum roll*... bonus chapters! Wooo! These are more like self-contained one-shots that generally have time passage between them anywhere from a few days to like a month with no real overarching plot connecting them, which is why I'm not considering them a part of the "main" story. However, I will still be just slapping them at the end of this story, keeping it all in one place as opposed to posting them as separate fanfics, just because I can! I do what I want, yo! These bonus chapters will cover various events (relationship and non-relationship alike) for our new happy couple - as well as some that are just for pure funsies due to random ideas popping into my head that I really wanted to write xD I just always write the "how they got together" story and have never written them as a couple, so I'm excited to finally have a good excuse to do that! Plus now I can share with you guys how things go from here - stuff like relationship milestones, fam drama, Elsa's further adventures in theater, and much more! If you guys have any ideas of your own for a one-shot you'd like to see, please let me know! I make no promises about actually writing it, BUT there's a very good chance I'll read your suggestion, the plot bunnies in my head will go wild and I'll have no choice but to write it anyway xD

ANYWAY! I already have written and completed a few of these one-shots, so my once-a-week updates can continue for a little while longer! But fair warning - when (not if, WHEN) my updates catch up to as far as I've written, my once-a-week updates will be reduced to whenever-the-chapter-is-frigging-done updates xD

Whew! I think that's a wrap! Thank you so much for reading my lil story here, I super duper appreciate it! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far! Seeing those lil notifications pop up always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

See ya next week for the first bonus chapter, which is a silly, for funsies one-shot xD I'll give you a hint... helmets are involved! Ooooo, what could it be?! Stay tuned and find out!

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