#i will shut up now but thank u for giving me an excuse to shriek about my boys

[red-sterling]

May I see your OCs I would be very happy to hear about your OCs

oh fuck i dont have any old art of them on my pc rn but i do have picrews of my main boys i brainrot about (the picrew in question is from here! https://picrew.me/image_maker/7882)

this first bastard is Sparta, his pastimes include parkour and killing interdimensional monsters because he needs constant overstimulation to survive. every braincell he has is used to be 80% chaotic and 20% pretty. Su is his boyfriend but bc Sparta is an emotionally confused bastard he just keeps calling him his roommate (and they were roommates!) (oh my god they were roommates)

the aforementioned roommate, Sumaru! he takes no shit and he is usually kinda exhausted and also Sparta's primary source of impulse control. he also helps kill interdimensional creatures but more out of necessity than as a hobby. he plays piano and works as an editor and may or may not be slightly corrupted by said interdimensional nonsense

and the bastard! the criminal! the indecipherable creacher! it is referred to as The Deity and is the cause of the interdimensional creatures. it manipulates the multiverse, and pays special attention to the universe/s Sumaru and Sparta live in for reasons that are esoteric at best and incomprehensible at worst. it also thinks birds are neat :) also fun fact; it looks like Sparta bc Sparta saw it as a kid and went "i like how you look im stealing your gender now"

i have. so much multiverse worldbuilding but these three are sorta the constant ones i think about. Sumaru and Sparta are originally from one universe where they were trying to free their nation of Nonavi from a dictatorship, but when Deity tries to tamper with them and their progress, it accidentally kinda breaks their universe a little and has to try and make a replica because the first one is boned. oops! just a casual day in the multiverse :,D

the interdimensional creachers are known as Rifthings and despite their world being sorta plagued by them, Su and Sparta remain fairly domestic all things considered. Rifthings are sorta treated as like... tornadoes or hurricanes, a disastrous force, but a force of some kind of nature nonetheless. their setting is somewhere between slice of life and sci-fi with a touch of existential dread

and see there is. no easy way to explain this bc i have been building this world for over a decade so uh. a lot of strings have gotten tangled up over the years, so to speak. Su and Sparta have always been boyfriends though and Dei has always been a bastard uvu

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

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tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.

[mai-sau]

Prompt "give me attention" for kidnap family?

"haha, im gonna take it easy with prompts this time around, only a few hundred words -" cue spongebob title card "2.3k words later"

seriously tho thank you for the prompt!! (and sorry about the wait!) i had fun working on this one bc well i love any chance to write about this lil family of murderers and tiny bois :') hope u enjoy!!

Prompt: "Give me attention."

“Nelyo.”

“Nelyo.”

“Ne-”

Thump. Maedhros slammed his book shut. A puff of dust wheezed out from the crusty pages; Maglor could make out the swirl of particles flying about in the dim shafts of sunlight peeking into his brother’s study from windows that he was sure were clean at some point in their existence.

Said brother tossed a glare over to Maglor from the other side of his desk.

“You’re allowed to be here. Quietly.” Maedhros threw a pointed look towards the abandoned scroll in Maglor’s hands.

“But I’m so very lonely, Nelyo,” Maglor pouted, and dropped the scroll on the desk. The parchment rolled out towards Maedhros, whose face was fast approaching the same shade as his hair. “Besides, I’ve already taken care of all my correspondence for the day. Nothing much else to do, really, but seek out the company of my darling brother.”

“I’m older than you,” Maedhros grit out, rubbing his temple in terse little circles. Which one of them he was reminding Maglor couldn’t say.

“Only by a few years,” Maglor teased. He let the corners of his lip curl up - he was well aware this made him look like “a cat about to feast on the fattest saucer of milk it’s ever conned” according to his brother, and that was why he did it.

On top of that dusty old book, Maedhros’ fingers twitched. Got you.

“Come on, Nelyo,” he whined. “Give me attentiooon.”

Maedhros threw him a positively hateful look, but Maglor knew he wouldn’t throw him out just yet. By this point, Maglor liked to think he knew his brother well enough.

There were some things he didn’t, of course, and this was fine. When his brother would wake and traipse out to the courtyard in the dead of night, staring at the moon hungrily for hours and hours as if he would never glimpse its light amidst the pitch dark again; when one of the many elves around Amon Ereb would do something wrong - not when one of their craftsmen made the same excited little exclamation as Curvo used to, or hunters fletched their arrows just how Tyelko did, Maglor understood these, at least - but a request phrased too sweetly, an abrupt movement, a smile too wide, and Maedhros’ throat would tighten, his words clipped, before excusing himself to go lock himself in his room for an hour, or two, or three: these parts of his brother Maglor may never know.

But he knew much, or at least enough. A few months after they’d taken in the twins, Maglor had just finished mopping an explosion of jam on the dining floor and sweeping up the shards of what was once the hefty jar that contained it. He’d first gently let Elros know that if they wanted food, they need only ask; he’d then let him know that no, of course they wouldn’t cast him out for breaking the jam jar, with no small amount of tears or internal panic on either end of that conversation.

By the time Maglor slunk into Maedhros’ study that evening to go over reports from around the fortress, he was maybe a bit tired. When Maedhros told him to wait for just a few minutes while he wrapped something or other up, Maglor might’ve let slip a touch of petulance and no small amount of theatrics into his voice when he asked when his dear Nelyo could spare just a moment for his poor baby brother, simply wilting away from the neglect.

Maglor had frozen, fearful of what his second-most severe brother would have to say in response to - well, whining. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d let himself do so. Oh, he’d been quite the brat in Valinor, and used to be quite proud of that fact, thank you. Each and every one of his brothers’ last nerves practically had his name on it. But it seemed ever since they arrived here, it was as if they simply couldn’t afford the waste of time. Ribbing was a favored pastime of his in Aman, but Beleriand offered no such frivolities.

But living with the twins, putting on playful words and coaxing laughter from two young faces that Maglor couldn’t bear to see two seconds from breaking anymore, had apparently loosened his discipline.

He’d thought Maedhros would treat him to one of his signature frowns, barking at him that neither of them had time to make things any harder for each other, but instead he’d… laughed. Just the slightest huff of air, yes, but a laugh nonetheless. Maglor hadn’t heard his brother laugh since…

Well, if anything, he was honoring his cousin’s memory.

So Maglor experimented over the years, let a few more teases and whines slip into his day-to-day interactions with Maedhros. His brother had since mustered a valiant effort to act annoyed, but Maglor could still catch a muffled chuckle or smothered grin here and there.

So. All in all, he’s sure he knows his brother pretty well at this point, and Maedhros was not troubled (bad), just bothered (good).

Which, of course, meant they could continue to play; Maglor would show no mercy.

“Please? Please, please? Just a smidgen of tender love and care from my dearly beloved big brother?” Maglor asked, eyes wide and pleading, hands clasped in front of him as he leaned over the desk. His hair, inky black, spilled all over his scroll.

Maedhros’ nose twitched. His right ear flicked. Oh yes. He was close to a chuckle now, he could tell. His dearly beloved big brother stood no fucking chance.

“Oh dear Eru, let my brother pay attention to - MANWË’S TITS!” Maglor shrieked, springing up from his seat after spotting a dark shadow peeking through the window.

His brother whirled around. Quick as a viper, his hand darted out to grasp the hilt of his sword. Despite this, Maglor could hear a choked noise he was more than halfway certain was the chuckle he had so desperately hunted. Oh well.

A chubby face stared right back at them, eyes round as saucers. Wait, make that two faces.

Both Maglor and Maedhros sagged with relief.

“Elros, can you please come in?” Maglor croaked, feeling five feet to the left of his physical body. “You too, Elrond.”

The two of them nodded bashfully, heads bobbing as they fumbled over to the glass. And they were… flapping. Each twin sported small brown wings on their back, looking much like the falcons Tyelko used to play with as a child. Maglor supposed, thinking of a great bird soaring away over the sea with light itself clutched tight in its talons, maybe they should have expected this one in particular.

Elros pushed once, twice at the windows, tiny arms straining against the pane and looking more panicked by the second. Behind him, Elrond simply pointed to the - oh, the window latch. Yes.

Maedhros stood up and flicked it open. Elros came tumbling through, nearly bashing his skull on the desk before Maedhros caught him midair.

Elrond flew in smoothly and landed on Maglor’s empty chair, wings neatly folding in. Maedhros dumped Elros on his own chair. His wing smacked Maedhros’ arm by mistake.

“We talked about this. No new shapeshifting without me or Maglor there,” Maedhros said, fixing each of them with a stern look.

Both the twins looked down at this. Elrond wrung his little wrists.

“We’re sorry!” Elros burst out, tears welling up in his eyes. “We won’t do it again, promise!”

“That’s what you said last time, sweetheart,” Maglor told him.

“And the time before that,” Maedhros grumbled.

“What we’re saying, dear, is that we understand that you’re sorry. But keeping your word has to take first priority,” Maglor explained softly.

Maedhros coughed.

“Or, er, not doing it again,” Maglor corrected. “That’s what counts.”

“We understand,” Elros sniffled. “It’s just, we wanted to hear, but you weren’t there to check with, because well, you were here, and, well, um, yes -”

“Bringing us to the next point of order,” Maedhros rumbled. He raised a brow at both of them. “Eavesdropping. We have also been over this.”

Oh dear. Elros looked like he was about to drown in a puddle of tears. Maglor rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades soothingly, careful of the new feathery appendages.

Thankfully, Elrond stepped in. “We remember, it’s not nice because we like to be in private sometimes and it’s not fair for us to not let other people be too,” he recited shyly. “Um, we just… we know you both meet up a lot like this, and we know it's important… but… um…” His lip trembled; his voice cracked. “Do you... talk about us? Do you not want us to hear because it’s bad? Because we can do better!” He promised quickly, eyes wide and wet. “Elros is getting really good at his music lessons, he’s practicing a lot! And I’m working on my writing lessons every day!”

Something in Maglor’s chest twisted. “Oh, honey, no -”

But his brother beat him to the punch. Striding out from behind the desk, he knelt down in front of Elrond. “Can I hug you?” he asked very quietly.

Elrond bit his lip and nodded. Without another word, Maedhros wrapped him up in his arms.

They stayed like that for a moment, Maedhros’ hulking frame wrapped around Elrond’s body, like a drape of russet locks, leather and rich furs. When his brother finally pulled away, he gave a heavy look to both children.

“We will never give you away because you’re not good enough. Alright? You will always be good enough. Both of you,” he told them. He reached out and covered Elrond’s tiny hand with his own, fingers curling around and intertwining. “And not because you’re caught up on your lessons, or do what we say.”

“Though those are certainly nice,” Maglor added. He flashed them a teasing grin before taking care to soften his expression once more, and laid a gentle hand on Elros’ shoulder. “You will always have our love. And nothing, not even the worst jam spill, or missed harp lesson - don’t think I didn’t notice that last week, dearest - can ever reach in and steal it. It is your’s by blood and birthright.”

“Love you,” Elros sniffled. Elrond echoed him, voice no less wobbly.

Maedhros gifted them with a small smile. “Love you both, starlights.”

“And -” Elros started, hiccuped, and continued. “And same for me too. Nothing can change that! I’ll always love you two.”

Maglor felt a pang of sickly guilt invade his chest and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Maedhros stiffen.

“Me too,” Elrond said, voice suddenly clear. Maglor glanced at him and met a gaze that seemed years ahead of its time; he froze, rooted to the spot. “We’ll always love you no matter what you do.”

“Well -” Maglor started. “That’s…”

“No need to worry about us,” Maedhros recovered quickly, waving his hand. “Now then, it’s nearing bedtime, hm?”

“But wait!” Elros cried. “What were you two talking about then?”

“Yes! We saw Atya going like this,” Elrond clasped his pudgy hands together and shook them. “And his voice sounded all funny, and then he prayed to Eru about Atar paying more attention to Manwe’s t-”

“ALRIGHT!” Maglor yelped, clapping his hands. His face must’ve been steaming, his cheeks were burning, oh stars - “Bedtime!”

“But we want to know why you were saying all those funny things,” Elros complained loudly. His voice slipped into a high pitched whine, dripping with petulance. “Nelyo, Nelyo, give me attentioooon -”

“I do not sound like that!” Maglor gasped, scooping up a giggling Elrond to be carried to bed.

“I do not sound like that!”

Maglor turned around, gaping. That was not Elros’ voice.

Maedhros stared back. His eyes glinted with mirth and the most shit-eating grin curled his lips. In his arms was a starstruck Elros, who looked no less shocked than if the clouds themselves had just burst into song and danced a lively jig. And quite frankly, Maglor would be less surprised.

Maedhros dealt him one last smirk before twirling on his heel and walking out of the room to go deposit one elfling in his bed. Maglor still had the other, who poked his cheek.

“Atya? Are you okay?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Maglor felt a smile grow across his face. His eyes stung with tears. He quickly wiped them with his sleeve before they could fatten and spill over his cheeks and probably make Elrond worry even more.

“Wonderful, dear.” He frowned for a second, considering. “Although I think there is a dreadful amount of mockery in my future.”

He looked down at Elrond. His son merely tilted his round head, offering a blank look. Maglor sighed happily. “But that’s okay.”

XXX

In time, it became clear that there was no need to worry about the looming threat of brotherly teasing paid back in full; Maedhros may have been looser with his laughter, but even this was a rare occasion still. Maglor did not mind, for any time he saw his brother’s eyes alight with anything other than fatal passion was a gift.

The true threat that lurked within Amon Ereb made itself known eventually.

Two weeks later, Maglor was scurrying to meet up with one of the smiths to discuss pending repairs but stopped short in front of a small figure in the courtyard blocking his path.

“Not now, sweetheart, Atya’s very busy,” Maglor told Elrond, harried, ready to flag down someone on the way to attend to whatever his son needed.

And then it happened. Elrond’s face crumpled just so. His eyes widened: big, round, and wet. His lip wobbled. When he opened his mouth, his voice took on a tone so absolutely, horribly pitiful that Maglor half-suspected the echo of Lúthien herself lived in his words.

“Please, Atya,” he begged, every word a death sentence. “Give me attentiooon.”

Oh Eru, Maglor despaired, even as he opened his arms for an evil little elfling to leap into, repairs forgotten. I’ve made a monster.

[serowotonin]

❝︎be mine❞︎ | valentine’s special

➽─ a love letters collab piece dedicated to @play90soi ─❥

#SYNOPSIS ❥ a letter of confession after nearly a year leads you back to a lost love.

#PAIRING ❥ ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader #WORDCOUNT ❥ 1.3k #GENRE ❥ mostly fluff, maybe a bit of angst? exes to lovers #WARNING ❥ mentions of breakup, uh not well written emotions, unedited

#NOTE ❥ um it’s not the best but happy late valentines !! and i hope u like it<3

Dear L/n Y/n,

This Valentine’s would be the first we spend together as a couple and I’m hoping I will be able to make it memorable enough for you. Although we haven’t been together long, I have grown very fond of you over these last 2 months. Which is why I wanted to give you something special and personal for Valentine’s day. 

I have never given anyone anything on Valentine’s day before so please forgive me if what I prepared wasn’t enough. 

Honestly, I don’t know what to write in this letter. Tendou says to just write how I feel about you but my feelings are somewhat hard to describe.

If I think about it, I would say being with you is as fun as playing volleyball. They are different of course but as volleyball is a big part of my life, so are you.

You are easy to talk to and a generally engaging person to be around. There are many things about you I find curious and drawn to but all of those little things make you who you are and I am drawn to you as a whole. 

I know I may not be as expressive as others but do know I care for you a great deal and do take notice of the little things about you. I may not show it outwardly though as I am unsure how to. The best example of this would be when you smile.

I don’t know how to react when you smile because it gives me an indescribable feeling I want to feel again when the moment fades. This is why I often bring you your favorite foods or snacks. It is to see that smile painted on your happy, cheerful face. 

Hopefully, this letter too will bring a smile to your face.

Happy Valentine’s day Y/n. Thank you for being patient with me so far and thank you for being in my life. 

Sincerely,

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You stared at the letter in your hand. This wasn’t your first time reading it, but funnily enough, you still felt all the same emotions as you did the first time around.

It was hard to believe that was two years ago, when you and Ushijima were experiencing the freshness of high school romance, and all the ups and downs that came with it afterwards.

Would you say you miss him? You did. But you two were on a break… a break that seems to be lasting nearly as long as the time you two were together.

It was for the best though. High school relationships barely made it past college anyways. You two were both busy people too.

Well, those were the same excuses you always used.

Excuses or not, you two weren’t together at the moment and although you may not want to admit it, it hurts.

It hurts even more once you realized tomorrow was going to be Valentine’s day. 

First time spending it alone in a while… Oh well, no point in dwelling on it too much now. Might as well just go to sleep. 

➽───────────────❥

Waking up to sunlight streaming through the cracks of your curtains would’ve been a great way to start the day was it not for the terrorizing shrieking of your alarm clock that accompanied it. 

Tired, you moved one hand to shut the alarm as the other pulled off the blankets with a flourish. 

Yes today was Valentine’s day, but it was also a Sunday, your day off. 

After a satisfactory breakfast and shower, you draped yourself lazily on the couch thinking of anything you could do today. 

‘There was that pile of mail from yesterday I could go through?’

And so you left the couch in favor of something more productive.

Pulling the pile of envelopes from the cupboard in which you stashed them, you brought them over to a nearby table and begun sorting through them.

Most were just the usual, coupons and bills. There were some advertisements littered through the pile too, and an envelope with familiar handwriting adorning the front.

You took in a deep breath, and opened the envelope. Unfolding the paper found inside, you were met with the same curves and strokes from the letter you read just last night.

Dear L/n Y/n,

How are you? It’s been a while since we talked to each other. It’s been even longer since we’ve seen each other last. I hope you are doing well, in both your studies and any other ventures you may have. 

You might wonder why I sent you this letter after all this time and the truth is that I miss you. It took me a while to realize but I miss being with you. You were always a comforting force and my rest from volleyball and school activities.

I understand that we aren’t together now due to distance and the fact that we’re both busy people. I am not asking that we get back together because that in itself would have enough complications. However, if you’re willing, I would like to at least be able to spend a day with you.

Are you free on Valentine’s this year? Because if you are, I would like you to be mine again, if only for a day.

Sincerely,

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

You read it once, twice, and once again. Were your eyes deceiving you or did Ushijima just write you a love letter, again, nearly a year after you broke up. 

You looked at the date and saw this was sent to you almost a week ago, but since you didn’t collect your mail until yesterday you didn’t see it..

You started panicking slightly wondering if it’s too late to answer. It was still morning though. There was still time.

Rushing to find your phone, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to Ushijima’s name. Before you could think, you pressed call and held the phone to your ear, waiting for a response.

On the second ring, he picked up.

“Hello Y/n.”

“Hi.. Ushi,” you replied not quite sure what to call him. “Um I just read the letter you sent me and I’m sorry for the really late reply but yes.”

You heard a deep breath from the other end.

“Yes..?”

“Yes I am free today and yes I would like to be yours again.”

He didn’t say anything but you swear you could see him smiling through the phone.

“Then, shall I come over to your place?”

“That would be great. Thank you Ushi.”

“Thank you too Y/n. I’ll see you in a while.”

“Ok, see you.”

➽───────────────❥

As night grew and morning loomed close, it was time he left. Today had been enjoyable, more than that even, and you could tell Ushijima felt the same.

Goodbyes were difficult, this one seeming especially so. Standing at your door, he turned to face you.

He didn’t seem to know what to say and neither did you. 

“I’ll be going now then. Goodnigh—“

“Wait, um, I know you said only for a day but really, I don’t think I want it to just be a day…”

He looked at you, eyes widened, and he smiled. 

“I didn’t want it to be just for a day either.” 

You smiled back, “Well, I guess we’ll figure something out then?”

“I’m free on Wednesday if you want to talk and figure it out,” he replied almost instantly.

“I think I’m free too. It’ll be a date then.”

He nodded and looked at the time, saying he probably should get going now. As he opened the door though, you snuck closer and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. You could see he practically melted at that but he didn’t say anything except for a goodbye and a goodnight.

You returned those before closing the door behind him and walking back to your room.

Laying on your bed a while later, you stared up at the ceiling.

You weren’t sure what the future would hold, but you knew you were looking forward to what’s coming.

#TAGLIST ❥ @lilikags @luna-in-luv

[crescentsteel]

Run

plot: Zombie run with Eita Semi genre: fluff, crack wc: 2k A/N: 

- Thanks again @newfriendjen​ and @kaitycole​ for the betaread and the encouragement to post this. Also to @hidden-otaku-stuff for big brain ideas. I luv yall so much u hav no idea

- We also have a spoofy halloween collab at @babythotshq​

The usual chilly Autumn breeze is not present tonight among the crowd you are standing with. The sun has already set hours ago and darkness has completely enveloped the usually deserted area. The only source of light in the place is that one large orange fluorescence which only covered a certain spot. Tall trees are looming over the few empty, abandoned houses with only a narrow concrete path that accommodated the amount of people here tonight. 

It was downright eerie, if not for the excitement buzzing in the air at the event that is about to take place. You’re so darn excited that your fingers are curling up. You clasp them together to contain the anticipation pumping in your whole body.

“Are you sure about this, y/n?”

Your gray-haired boyfriend wore a smile to hide his worry, but you see through it anyway. It doesn’t affect you though. The fact that he went with you to attend this event is enough to make you silly happy.

You cling to his arm cheerfully. “Of course! This is gonna be so fun. I can feel it already.” You go in front of him and embrace him, burying your face on his chest. You squeal giddily from the promise of the thrill you will experience with him tonight.

Semi looks at people around you with a mild pink tint on his face. Compared to you, he’s a bit more reserved in showing affection, especially publicly. But he doesn't have the heart to push you away while you happily embrace him. He puts his hands on your shoulders as his way of reciprocating. 

You look up to him with bright eyes beaming with zeal. It mellowed him up. He forgets about his surroundings and just admires how pretty you look like this. 

“Thanks for coming with me,” you say with the most adorable smile. He cups your cheek  and rubs it with his thumb.

“Just don’t hurt yourself later, okay?” 

A loud siren drowns out the murmuring of the crowd. It was disturbing to say the least. He looks around to see where it came from. He knows that aside from the people here, there’s literally no one else around. This place is as abandoned as it gets.

You pull away from him.

“It’s gonna start soon. Let’s go.” You drag him to the starting line where they’re giving out instructions. Present there are a few staff distributing your kits which consists of a flashlight, a belt with three red bands, and white paper that has (3) on it. Behind the saff is a black gate that’s closed shut. He attempts to look beyond it just to get a glimpse of what will take place, but he fails to see anything at a significant distance from the lack of light. 

Earlier, there was enough space for everybody. Now that everyone’s gathered and restless from the anticipation, it’s getting a bit too cramped for his taste. You aren’t fazed though. You looked more excited actually. 

“Have you done this before?” 

You frown at him. “Didn’t I tell you? I do this every year.”

That took him by surprise. For someone doing this annually, you’re way too pumped up.

“Why are you so excited then?”

“Cause you’re with me, of course.”

He can never understand how you say whatever’s in your head without any hesitation. Yet, he finds it so endearing because it’s something he’s unable to do. As much as he loves you, his thoughts just don’t come out as they are in his thoughts. It’s usually filtered out to reduce whatever lovey dovey cheesiness his words might have. Sometimes he feels bad about it because he can’t be as candid as you are. You never complained though.  

He clears his throat to rub off the fluster he’s holding in.

“So tell me if I got this right. These 3 red strips are our lives?” He softly tugs the bands hanging on your waist. They’re flimsy and he can tell that a soft pull can easily remove them.

“Mmhmm. Lose them all and you’re out.”

“And we can’t touch the ‘zombies’?”

“Yep.. We just outrun or avoid them.”

“For how long?”

Your eyes dart to the side then up, evidently thinking of the answer to his question. 

“Hmm, they won’t be onto us all the time. But the track is 6 kilometers long.”

6 kilometers? He didn’t think this whole thing would cover that much distance. Not that he can’t handle it. It should be nothing compared to Coach Washijo’s training. But you, he wasn’t aware that you can cover that gap. You’re not exactly the type to be into any strenuous physical activity. The only time is when …

“What’s wrong, Eita? Your face is flushed.”

When you put a hand on his neck to gauge his temperature, he grabs your wrist in a flash and puts it down. 

“It’s nothing. Don’t mind it.”

Your once exuberant demeanor dwindled down to a despondent one.

“Are you mad because I dragged you into this?”

Oh shit. He didn’t mean to sound harsh. He just didn’t want to let you know that his mind took a sudden lewd turn. 

“Heeey,” he says softly while squeezing your hands. “I swear it’s not that. There’s just a lot of people so it feels hot.”

“Are you uncomfortable?” the same anxious look still spread on your face. 

He pinches your cheeks upward to form a goofy smile on your troubled face. “Don’t worry about me, y/n. We’re going to outrun these zombies like shit, okay?” Your lovely smile comes back as you nod.

The same siren rings again, signalling the gates to open. The orange light powers down, which is replaced by flickering, dim lamp posts beyond the gate. It reveals a concrete path. It’s supposed to be the only path, but there were signs that say (1) (2) (3). (2) was the concrete path in the middle while the (1) and (3) led to the left and the right which are soiled grounds.

The number you drew from the staff was three so you went right. There were less people now since the crowd had been divided into three. He wasn’t expecting much, but he didn’t expect anything. There were no zombies, just the attendees that were grouped with you two. If it weren’t for the signs where to go, he’d have no idea how to proceed. 

There were no fixed lights, only the flashlights that were handed to everyone. Even with a group of people, footsteps and the rustling of the leaves were the only sounds he could hear. No one talked. Minutes of walking forward in silence went by and still, nothing. Yet, he’s getting creeped out. He can’t shake the feeling that he’s being watched. He let his eyes wander at the darkness lurking in the seams of the forest-like area. 

The fragile tension in the air broke when someone screamed. It came from behind. All those who were near you turned their heads back to see what it was, including him. But he doesn’t see the source of commotion when the people suddenly sprints to his direction. 

He knew that it was the zombies, but he just stood there because he wanted to see them in action. When they come into view, he regrets dawdling around. They aren’t like the zombies you’d see in theme parks for fun. If he didn’t know that this was just a halloween event, he’d be convinced that they’re real. To make it worse, they’re not the limping, sluggish zombies - they are out to get people.  

‘The fuck are they supposed to be - track runner zombies?’ he said in his head.

He was too absorbed in the scenery that he only snapped out of it when he heard snarling and huffing too close to him already. 

He pivots a complete 180-degree on his heels and dashes away. He might have reacted late but his athleticism will make up for it. He didn't look back and focused his energy on his legs. He thought that the zombies only came from behind. Apparently, they also came from the side of the pathway. Everything seems straight out of a horror movie. Shriek and snarls filled the forest air. It’s like Wrong Turn but with zombies. 

So what if it’s not real? It’s too creepy. No way he’s letting any of those zombies near him. 

He sees a sign that says ‘200 meters from the end’ when he feels something’s not right. Something’s missing. 

He forgot about you! Fuuuck. He stops dead on his tracks and looks around while panting. Maybe you’ve caught up to him. But he highly doubts it. He was running at full speed. And just like he thought, he couldn’t see you anywhere near him. He panicked when the zombies came that you completely slipped from his mind.

 ‘Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m an idiot.’ 

He lets out a grunt knowing that there’s no other choice but to go back and look for you. You might be a regular attendee, but that didn’t ensure your safety. 

Zombies were sparing him second glances because he’s the only one who’s heading back to where they came from. 

Going back meant facing the zombies head on while not getting caught. Running away was easy. Avoiding the zombies head on while looking for you simultaneously right after sprinting with all his might was not. He’s already tired.

With two zombies growling in front of him as they blocked his path, he just gave up. “I’m just looking for my girlfriend, okay? Can’t you just let me through?” He took his “lives” and dangled it in front of them. “You can have these. Have you seen someone wearing a pink sweater and gray pants?” The two zombies stood straight and looked at each other. 

“I think we passed by someone wearing pink.” Zombie A said. “Not really sure if that’s her though.” Zombie B added. He hands them his lives for the information they gave him. Now that he doesn’t have any, the zombies won’t bother chasing him anymore.

The two went on running after other attendees. After they got out of the way, he sees you right there jogging towards him. 

“Eitaaaa.” You half-shouted. When you reached each other, you slouched with your hands on your knees while panting.  “Why did you,” more panting, “leave me?”

“Uhh.” He scratched his head trying to find an excuse. “I thought you were with me the whole time.” He smiles apologetically at you. You stand straight and look at him with sulking eyes. “But you ran so fast! I thought we were gonna outrun them together.” You raised your voice at ‘together.’

“Well, we can outrun them now.” He says in an attempt to console you.

You pout as you softly speak, “I lost my lives already. I was distracted trying to find you.” He was going to apologize but a zombie suddenly appeared behind you without you noticing. He grabs you to his side. “Dude. We don’t have lives anymore.”

The zombie looks at both your empty waistbands then runs away.

“Wait. How come you don’t have any left? You were so fast.” 

He felt bad about lying previously so he admits what really happened. He was expecting you to sulk even more but you put your arms around him and smirk. “Hehe. Did you really get that scared?” 

He pats your head lovingly and indulges your amusement of having him spooked. “Yes, I did. Let’s try again next year?” Your eyes become wide as saucers before they sparkle with excitement. “You want to do it again?!”

He smiles.“Yeah, why not?” He has to admit that the run got him going. Looking back at what happened, it was actually thrilling. If only he didn’t ‘accidentally’ lose you, he ‘s confident that you two could have finished the whole marathon. 

“Yes!!” You pressed yourself to him and held on to him completely. Everyone seems to be busy in the chase anyways so he envelops his arms around your waist and returns the hug this time. Two seconds passed and he realized how ludicrous you two looked, snuggling in the middle a marathon with zombies. 

As of reading his mind, you pull away first and meet his gaze with your distinct warm smile. “Let’s go home?” 

He grabs your hand and holds it. “Yeah.”

Amidst the zombies and people running around in the moonlit forest, you two walk to the end of the pathway with your fingers intertwined. 

[voiceless-terror]

"oujia board ghost gets fed up with person a and person b and tells them to get together already" with the entire squad but the ship is Jon and martin?

and in today’s news, ‘rye is stupid and did not realize she wrote a silly little ficlet for this and never answered it.’ Forgive me dear anon, my mind is scattered at the best of times. But here it is, as requested- Ouija board shenanigans featuring Jon/Martin!

Channeling Spirits

“I’m not playing.”

Tim groaned, draping himself dramatically across Jon’s lap. “It’s research, boss! They dropped off the Ouija board, shouldn’t we try it out?” He was shoved on the cold ground not seconds after this statement.

Two people had come into the Archives and written their statements; a dirty, rather dilapidated Ouija board was dropped off along with them. Jon had skimmed the stories and was apt to shove them in the ‘later’ pile had Tim not latched on to the toy and forced everyone to gather in Document Storage. Sasha had procured two bottles of wine from across the street and Martin had supplied some takeaway and here they were, wasting everyone’s time but most importantly, Jon’s.

“We shouldn’t be drinking wine down here-”

“We did it on your birthday with your actual boss, Jon,” Sasha said, lazily waving her glass of wine in the air. “I’m sure it’s fine. Using this board on the other hand...I dunno, Tim. You know I used to work in Artefact Storage, what if it’s bad news?”

“Well, according to those girls the worst thing that happened was the lights went out, so I’m not expecting much,” Tim put a hand on his hip. “Still, we should do our due diligence- right, boss?”

Jon cursed the day he ever said that. “Fine, if you must,” he sighed. “But I won’t be joining you.”

“I beg to differ!” Tim grabbed his hands and forced them onto the planchette to join them. “Martin, Sasha!” The other two covered their hands with his and Jon caved under the tremendous amount of actual, physical pressure. “Fine, fine! Just stop pressing down so hard.” Martin’s hands were oddly sweaty on his, but he was a welcome warmth by his side in the chill of the room.

“Alright, so according to Google we should ask simple questions to warm the ghost up,” Tim leveled a glare as Jon scoffed. “Take this seriously, Jon! Or you could invite in “dangerous spirits,” oh no!” Sasha snickered and Jon rolled his eyes. ”Now, I’ll go first- easy one. Is there anyone in the room with us?” It didn’t move, aside from the small jerks caused by their hands. Tim cleared his throat. “I said, IS THERE ANYONE HERE WITH US?” The planchette shot across the board to “yes” and Martin let out a high-pitched shriek.

“Calm down, Martin,” Jon winced at the noise. “It’s clearly Tim.”

“Tim, don’t cheat!” Sasha slammed an elbow into his side while Tim vehemently shook his head. 

“That wasn’t me, I swear!” Jon and Sasha stared. “Alright, alright, that was me. Let’s try again.” He closed his eyes in mock seriousness, lifting his chin up. “Oh Great Spirits of Beyond,” he intoned. “Look into my mind and reveal my innermost thoughts.” The planchette jerked minutely and began to slowly make its way across the board before landing on an “F” followed by a “U.”

“Christ, Tim,” Sasha muttered, though a smile gave away her amusement. It continued in a similar vein, clearly maneuvered by Tim as it spelled out the rest of the answer.

F U C K  E L I A S  B O U C H A R D

“Oh for God’s sake!” Jon ripped his hands off the planchette as Tim cackled in glee, Sasha soon following. Even Martin had a smile on his face- it was nice to see, he hadn’t smiled much after the Prentiss incident. Not that Jon paid attention to that sort of thing, of course. He let out a reluctant smile as well but jumped at the sudden sound of shattering glass.

Sasha had leaned a bit too far to the side and knocked over her half-full glass of wine, sending it puddling at her and Tim’s feet. “Fuck!” she groaned, jumping to her feet and trying to avoid the rest of the spill. “Look what you’ve done!”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!” Tim gave his most affronted face. “It was definitely the spirits. Told you, this can be a dangerous game…”

The two bickered amicably as they got up, leaving the room to grab cleaning supplies. Jon stared awkwardly at the planchette, which Martin’s fingers were still on. “I think we’re clearly done,” Jon told him, watching as Martin snatched his hands back and laughed nervously.

“Right, right.” Was Martin scared? They all knew it was Tim, it wasn’t like an actual ghost could-

“Jon, did you see that?”

He blinked. “Erm, what?”

“It moved!” Jon looked back down at the board and didn’t see anything amiss.

“I think you’re mistaken,” Jon said slowly, narrowing his eyes in concern. “There’s nothing here that would-” Martin let out another yelp and pointed at the board.

It was moving. Slowly, very slowly, but yes- moving. “Martin, if this is your idea of a joke-”

“It’s not, I swear!” Martin gazed wide-eyed at the board, hands shaking. “What’s- what’s it saying?”

Jon’s nerves grew as he watched the planchette land on a letter, pause, and move on. K-I-S-S. 

His face began to heat. Excuse me?

“It’s-it’s nonsense,” he stuttered, scooching back from the board as it began to spell the word again. “It’s just- the ground must be uneven or something-”

“Jon,” Martin rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.” It wasn’t very nice having his favorite phrase parroted back at him. “The ground’s fine, it’s the board- it’s actually working! What’s it saying?” He leaned in further, interest overriding his fear. “Should we call Tim and Sasha? I think it’s saying- oh.” Martin’s face turned blood-red, and he began to stammer. “Um, actually-”

“What’s going on, folks?” Tim and Sasha entered to find the two men staring at the board, which had now gone completely still. “Manage to summon anyone while we were gone?”

“Um, no-” Martin watched as Jon suddenly grabbed the board, turning it over and inspecting it closely. 

“Are there magnets in this?” Jon demanded, standing up and thrusting the board in Tim’s face. “Is this some sort of prank?” He waved it around, just narrowly missing his nose as Tim whacked it out of the way.

“What are you on about?” Sasha took the board from his hands, flipping it over and inspecting it as well. “It’s just a regular old board. Nothing fancy. Did something happen?” Jon and Martin shared a glance, an unspoken question in their eyes. “Well?”

They shook their heads in unison, voices overlapping. “Nope!” “Not at all, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Well, alright then!”

_______

Sasha and Tim finished off two more bottles by themselves, eventually saying their goodbyes and promising to head home even though everyone had heard them making plans to go to a bar. Martin began to clear the floor of trash, gearing himself up for another lonely night in the archives. He heard the clearing of a throat behind him and he turned around to see Jon waiting in the doorway. His face was flushed, bringing to mind the events of earlier. 

“Did you- did you need something?” Martin asked tentatively. 

He watched as Jon’s face went through several emotions, all of them negative- irritation, anxiety, anger- until suddenly, a strange determination made itself known. He marched up to Martin and leaned up on his toes to give him one small, but rather aggressive kiss on the cheek. 

“There!” he said, as if he’d just done Martin an incredible favor (which in many ways, he had). His face was an adorable shade of red as he refused to meet Martin’s eyes and backed away slowly. Martin, for his part, was frozen in place.

“For the ghost.” Jon said slowly, like he was explaining something to a child. How does he manage to be so condescending and ridiculous at the same time? Martin put a hand to his cheek, his brain still short-circuiting. Did Jonathan Sims just kiss me?

“I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts,” was what came out of his mouth. And of course, Jon’s face subsequently scrunched up in anger, his hands balling into small fists.

“Shut up!” He spat, turning on his heel and slamming the door. Martin still didn’t move, even as the footsteps moved further and further away and sounds indicated Jon left the building. He stood in place for a few minutes after that as well. A smile slowly made its way onto his face.

“Thanks, I guess?” he called out to the room, just in case any stray spirits lingered. Predictably, nothing answered him. 

Martin never had such a great time cleaning as he did that night. 

[richietoaster]

Review/Reaction of IT Chapter Two

Let’s just start right off the bat and let me just say that Bill Hader better get a fucking award for his performance.

Alright. Here we go y’all. im trying to stay in order with what happened but so much happened in the movie that my brain is just all over the place so excuse me while i try to form words

UNDER THE CUT CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS

• first opening scene is a fucking LOT okay like i sobbed my eyes out and it was just not cool. adrian and his boyfriend? CUTE AF. Him getting brutally beat up and then killed by Pennywise while Don just watches? NOT CUTE AF

• Mike is a precious boy and I love him so. He cares about his friends so much holy shit. they all get mad at him for lying to them tho.But he only did it to protect them. Mike knew some SHIT(tm) our boy is so smart?? I’m glad they kept to his original storyline

• Older Bill gave himself so much shit this film and i just felt so bad. like we know it isnt ur fault okay?? We know you loved your brother, stop putting yourself down. also?? him becoming protective over dean? please stop my aching heart. 

• Jessica Chastain owns my whole heart and she can kick my ass anyday. She plays Bev so well and captures young bev’s personality so well. her scene with mrs kersh was very weird. i knew the second she ran naked in the hall i’d be seeing some weird fucking shit okay 

• Jay Ryan could kick me and I would personally thank him like?? wow what a man. He immediately recognizes bev when he first sees her and im just?? im happy. so many hidden new kids on the block reference and it had me fucking rolling in my grave

• JAMES FUCKING RANSONE MY DUDE OH LORD okay listen. he gives off young eddie’s panic and chaotic energy so perfectly i felt like i was watching him as an adult, who just never grew up. I think thats what he was going for honestly. He played eddie SO FUCKING WELL 

• I’m so sad about stan. THats all you need to know okay. I’ll talk about his letter later on in this. Stan deserved better. that’s all. 

• if you are not a fan of vomit you’re not gonna enjoy richie tozier. literally any time something bad happens hes just like ah shit here we go again *vomits* and honestly? that made me laugh. like hes just like oh shit something is happening let.. let me just.. no no its fine guys ill catch up.. EHBWFIJHDFSIJ no okay but bill hader stole the fucking show. his acting was phenomenal and,, again,, i’ll add more onto that later. 

• richie scares the shit out of dean. because he thinks hes pennywise. but can you blame him? the kid just. stared at him all creepy and shit. but its so funny. the losers make fun of him bc he doesnt know his own lines from his acts and richies just like “I dont write my own material” and eddies just like “I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT” dead. goodbye.

• Young losers were still my favorite part honestly. Eddie kept bouncing that stupid ball in stan’s face in the clubhouse and i was waiting for him to get punched in the face tbh. That didn’t even seem like eddie, that was Jack’s energy bursting through the seams lmfao

• young eddie runs into a fucking box and shrieks and if that isn’t me idk ewhdfiajksjdoi 

• THE FUCKING. HAMMOCK. SCENE. okay listen to me. thats gay. hammocks are now gay. gays only. gay interacts only. the bickering between reddie had me in TEARS. eddie kept kicking at his face and just?? casually??? lays on him when richie wont move?? 

• stan’s fucking shower cap ehfdiujasdiosa and then richie being like “nobodys afraid of spiders stanley okay” and eddie slowly removes his because he cares what richie thinks more than spiders ok

• a flashback from after they defeated IT in the first move with reddie “eddie youve been gone for 24 hours your face is most likely on a milk carton by now” “shut up richie” 

• yong Richie has me weak af this whole movie, like always. just getting on Eddie’s case. HE PINES SO HARD OH Y GOD Like wow my sweet boy is so fucking in love ouch. which?? BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT??

• THE ARCADE SCENE?? he checks out the kid standing next to him and tries to get him to hang out more and then the other kid tells him to stop being weird because he’s not gay, too, and then uses the F slur. richie was just so hurt. paul bunyun scene happens after that and hes just like “I just shit my pants” and i cried. 

• pennywise screaming “lets play truth or dare, you wouldnt pick truth! you dont want them to know your secret” gave off the same energy as eddie’s leper blowjob scene from the book. same energy. do with that as you will. 

• they had some flashbacks that included pennywise and im not sure if this was before or after they had defeated IT in the first movie but i interpreted it as after and if thats the case... hes supposed to be dead. but now thinking back on it, it was probably just more scenes before they put pennywise to rest for 27 years. 

• young richie went to the kissing bridge after that and we ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THERE. fucking.. r + e :((( although we don’t see him carving the E. but reddie is canon so suck toes antis

• stephen king pretty much being like “I know u and ur endings really do suck” to bill when he comes to buy his bike was so fucking funny. it almost felt like a self insert lmfao. ALSO HIM MAKING BILL PAY 300 BUCKS FOR THE BIKE BC HE KNEW HE COULD AFFORD IT? iconic. 

• richie and eddie opening the door to the dog had me laughing. pennywise was just mocking them at that point. they’d be such good dog dads and now im sad

• i was really confused because they added part of stan’s bar mitzvah?? like it wasn’t even the same from the first movie. like they should’ve just put the deleted scene in from ch. 1 and then added that part. thats one of my very few complaints. im slowly hiding them in here. 

• henry bowers was kinda irrelevant in this honestly but thank you eddie for stabbing him and richie for killing him for trying to kill mike yall heroes 

• BEVS BLOOD SCENE ?? CORRESPONDING WITH BENS BURIED ALIVE SCENE? poetic cinema. 10/10

• the big fight really disappointed me in all honesty. but i think thats because andy said he cut so much from there. i expect it to be better with the director’s cut

• eddie saving richie and then immediately being stabbed by pennywise’s claw? IM DEPRESSED.

• “Rich! rich, i did it! i think i killed him!” Our boy was so happy with himself :( 

• eddie’s last words WERE NOT “i fucked your mom”. he was talking to richie and you can hear them talking while the rest are preparing to end pennywise. so im hoping we get that as a deleted scene. 

• richie goes back to help finish pennywise but when he goes to check on eddie.. he’s dead. ://// and bev is like “richie, come on, honey.. im sorry” and richie does not want to believe him. he grabs and hugs eddie so tight i swear i could feel that hug from the audience. 

• another thing im disappointed in and am sliding in is some of the animations? Like. fucking weird. but okay. luckily i didn’t care too much.  

• THE SOB that richie lets out when he holds eddie really hurt my fucking soul jesus christ just kill me

• the losers try cheering him up after and like. thats their friend too but you can just totally tell he’s crying in a different type of grief. THAT WAS HIS FIRST FUCKING LOVE. 

• they all remember after and thats really important to me okay

• stan writes letters and its spoken outloud while the other losers get little montages of what theyre doing with their life after the battle. Richie goes back to the kissing bridge and recarves- YES RECARVES AND YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE THE E BEFORE HE DOES- he recarves the E and while doing it, stan’s voice says “be proud of who you are” and im fucking cry ibg okay

• in the end, i give this movie a 7/10 rating. although some of the animations were weird and some of the flashbacks had pennywise in it (like hes supposed to be currently dead but ok... maybe nightmares??) the actors were PHENOMENAL and the chemistry between older richie and older eddie made me so happy. my ship is canon. but im still sad about stan and eddies death. 

• ignoring canon in 3.. 2.. 1.. now 

[paipayaseeds]

even the knuckles of her hand were dusted pink from her embarrassment. she noticed how easily shuichi was able to open the door, and she envied him (only a little). “s-shuichi...!” she said, tripping over her feet from the brisk pace he was walking in. he must’ve been too caught up in his own thoughts since she got no response. she clasped her other hand around his as they practically ran to the dining hall. once they got there, all eyes were on them. holding hands. she immediately took her hands away from his, both of her arms parallel with her torso. she bowed awkwardly and shuffled over towards a seat. the one next to her was empty, and she looked up and shuichi to see if he was going to sit there.

ryoma shot them both- well, mostly shuichi- a glare. a look akin to a father telling his daughter’s boyfriend, “if you hurt her, so help me god...” when the door slammed open to reveal miu (and a cowering kiibo behind her) fumiko got so scared that she pushed her chair backwards, rolling onto the floor. she laid there for a second, wallowing in her own stupidity before getting up. kirumi rushed over, “are you hurt? is everything alright?” fumiko nodded, just wanting this all to be done and over with.

“attention, everyone. i believe there is something wrong with miu. i found her on the floor of the dormitories, wheezing. she hasn’t stopped since we left!”

“e-everything’s alright robo-dick, i-i just- HAHAHAHA” her laughing started up again when she got a glance of the couple “friends” sitting next to each other. “you guys will NOT believe what i saw this morning!”

“that’s enough.” said ryoma, his voice intimidating the taller girl. despite his size, that man was terrifying. “y-yes sirrrr....” she muttered, confidence seeming to fade away in an instant as she found a seat at the dining table. kiibo just stood there, completely confused as to what just happened. to be fair, everyone had a similar look of confusion, but kiibo’s was the worst. rantaro quirked an eyebrow, wondering if this was about what he thought it was...

“alright, everyone’s here, yes? please, tell me what you’d like for breakfast.”

multiple shouts of “eggs” or “toast” overlapped, yet kirumi was able to keep track of all of them.

“ICE-CREAM!!!” yelled kokichi, who had a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, neither of which are utensils to eat ice-cream with. fumiko, who had spent most of her life feeding herself, perked up at the mention of ice-cream. it wasn’t rare for her to have such foods for breakfast, normally, so she spoke.

“a-ah, can i have some too! c-chocolate if that’s okay...!”

“CHOCOLATE FOR ME TOO! WITH CHOCOLATE SYRUP AND SPRINKLES!”

kirumi nodded, jotting it down on a little notepad as if she were a waitress at a restaurant. “and what would you like, shuichi?” she asked, writing down his answer as well before giving everyone a smile and heading to the kitchen. once again, fumiko fell out of her chair when she felt a pair of arms hook under her armpits and lift her. well, trying to lift her, at least.

“there’s only room for one chocolate-eater in this town, partner...” they both ended up on the floor, as kokichi had pretty much been wrestling her. “h-hey!” she said when he pulled her hair. she started fighting back, rolling around on the floor (which was thankfully clean, thanks to kirumi). the other captives had gained interest, some yelling at kokichi to stop. she eventually managed to push him down, straddling him, giggling as she looked down. “what’re you gonna do now, cowboy? that chocolate ice-cream is mine!” she said in a bad country accent. when he opened his mouth to speak, she took his scarf and flipped it over onto his face, muffling his over-dramatic cries for help.

kokichi was glad that she wasn’t mad at him. and, in all honesty, he didn’t think she was so bad. even in a situation like this, he was allowed to make friends, right? (*laughs in playing v3 and watching kokichi push away everyone who wanted to get close to him*) she let go of his scarf when he pretended to die, all of his flailing limbs falling to the ground as he tilted his head to the side. her hands were at either side of his head, looking down as she laughed, unaware of how things might’ve looked.

-teapot anon (your status had me whEEZING)(ALSO DONT MAKE FUN OF FUMIKOS TWIG ARMS >:( /j)(so basically i didn’t know where this was going you gave me too much freedom with the last one so i just wrote words)(hope they’re good words <3)

Ice cream? It hardly seemed like something healthy to eat for breakfast, he thought as soon as Kokichi had shrieked out the food item. He found himself opening his mouth to voice his thoughts, but as soon as Fumiko raised her voice too, he shut himself up.

Wait.

Was he the weird one for not wanting to eat ice cream for breakfast?

Shuichi's momentary train of thought had been interrupted by Kirumi's question. “Huh? O- oh, um,” Shuichi had to think long and hard for this one; after yesterday, he wouldn’t want to smell any worse than he already had, so definitely nothing too strong smelling. “E- eggs?” Yup, you can’t go wrong with eggs. "Wait no, b- bread." Yeah, bread is good too, it's pretty plain so it has no smell— Oh shit, what about crumbs? "N- not bread! U- Uh," so here he was, having a mini breakdown about what to eat for breakfast. "G- granola?" What if it sticks to your teeth, dumbass!?

Shuichi jolted up and whipped his head away from Kirumi to down at the two that had been rolling around together on the ground. “O- Ouma, st- stop! What... What are you doing...!?” 

Maybe the detective would've been jealous that Kokichi had been having fun with her; but at the same time, he couldn't find any part of himself wanting to roll on the ground, no matter how appealing it may seem.

"W-what the hell!? If I wanted to watch porn, I would've watched it on the huge TV in my lab!" Miu spoke, eyes dilated in shock as the two squealed on the ground.

Shuichi had to push down the urge to glare at the inventor, as he was too busy trying to get them off each other. "Y- You guys can both have the ice cream...??" Shuichi's speech had come out more of a question than a statement— and for good reason! How would you react if the girl you had been in love with for less than a week, started pinning another guy to the ground?

He just wanted them to be... a bit... farther apart. Their proximity unsettled him, for a reason he refused to confront. "U-um..." Absentmindedly, he tugged at the fabric of Fumiko's dress, eyes averted as he tried to think of a good excuse to say to get her to crawl off of him.

Kokichi seemed to notice this, and his evil tendencies rose to the surface once again as he flipped their position(oh no), careful not to hurt the girl but still quick enough to catch her off guard. Shuichi's breath hitched as his grip had loosened as to not rip her dress from the sudden movement Kokichi had performed with her.

Kokichi, unlike the girl he had pinned underneath her, had been well aware of their compromising position— actually, almost too aware of it. "Nishishi! I win!"

Shuichi's eyebrows furrowed, patience thinning and jealousy bubbling up to his chest, "Kokichi, stop!" oh whoops, that may have sounded a bit more aggressive than he wanted it to-

His vocal cue came out more like a growl than a scolding; he had definitely shocked everyone from the loud tone, though most of all, he had positively shocked himself.

[mythicamagic]

Fragile: A Hatohru oneshot

Oneshot dedicated to @creganstarks, for their beautiful Hatohru gifs ^^ rarepairs ftw

Humour/romance (as always you can find this fic on Ao3 and Fanfic.net via the same username.)

Pairing: Hatori x Tohru 

Summary: Hatori is put in a vulnerable spot when he transforms in the city on a rainy day. Luckily, Tohru is there to try and soothe the fragility of seahorses. Even when they’re in plastic bags meant for goldfish.

Fragile~ 

Hatori definitely, sincerely, positively, hopelessly… needed a cigarette.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he glared at the clamp on his car. It was a yellow monstrosity fixed to one of the front tires, preventing it from moving. In his defence, the road wasn't marked particularly well. What's more, he'd been 10 minutes in the store at most.

He shook himself slightly. No, that was making excuses. He hadn't even considered how improperly he'd parked.

Ridiculous, he admonished himself. It wasn't like him to be so scatterbrained, maybe he was turning into Aya.

Rain poured down from the sky, soaking his coat and plastering black bangs to his cheek. The streets were Hatori lowered the phone from his ear, unable to get through to anyone to pay the damn fine or get this mess organised.

I guess I'll have to take a taxi, he sighed. This was not how he wanted to spend his 'day off.'

Hatori sneezed, abandoning his car on the street to duck under the cover of an open store entrance. Pushing his hair aside, he tried to recall the name of the taxi company, before feeling something soft bump into his chest. Hatori jolted, eyes widening.

"Ah, I'm so sor-" Tohru raised her head, only to gape as blue smoke suddenly burst forth from his form. "Hatori?!"

A suit, coat and shoes fell in a heap on the wet floor. Tohru's hands dove through the smoke, patting the ground in a gentle frenzy to try and locate his small zodiac form. "Hatori? Hatori!" She panicked, raising her head in time to see a helpless seahorse slide over the wet concrete floor further into the store.

Shrieking with fear, she bolted after him, tripping over one of his stray shoes and bumping her knees painfully on the ground. But that didn't stop her from scrambling up again.

She hurried after his figure and leaned down, reaching out desperately- only for a beefy hand to beat her to it. The store employee lifted the seahorse up carefully. "Geeze little guy, you shouldn't jump out of your home. How'd you even get out?" He sighed, opening the lid of a fish tank and popping Hatori inside. About 10 other seahorses floated around him curiously.

It was then that Tohru noticed for the first time that she was standing in a pet store.

Squeaking, she placed her hand on the glass, peering down to look at the dazed seahorse. "Don't worry! I'll get you out," she said, before turning to the man. "U-um, excuse me but…that's my seahorse you just picked up."

The man raised a brow, scoffing. "And you take him for walks in the city, huh?"

"Yes!" She nodded repeatedly, brown eyes wide.

He laughed. "Nice try, girl. You can buy a seahorse just like everyone else if you want one so bad."

Tohru bit her lip. If Hatori changed back now, he'd surely be humiliated, but it was more than that. Since learning of Kana and others he'd wiped the memories of, it was clear to her that performing the memory wipes hurt him in a way she could only guess at. She didn't want him to gain that lonely, jaded look in his eyes again. So, turning to the employee, Tohru pulled out her purse. "Okay! How much?"

---

The rain continued pouring. Tohru tried her best to steady Hatori's bag, nerves fried. He felt 10 times more breakable than the other zodiacs. The man at the store hadn't exactly encouraged her, saying that if she was going to carry a seahorse that way, he probably wouldn't survive long.

Holding Hatori against her stomach and bringing her light jacket around the plastic to shield it, Tohru murmured words of encouragement, trying to soothe him. In his position, she'd certainly feel fragile. The little orange seahorse just bobbed in the bag gently, looking at her.

His clothes had been stuffed into her heavy shopping bag, straps over her elbow. After walking for a while, the weight started to get uncomfortable, so she stopped at an ally.

"I'm just going to rest here a second and get my bearings, I don't want to get us lost," she informed him in a hushed tone. Ducking into the shadows of the towering buildings, Tohru set down the shopping bag, sighing as she leaned over, checking him for the hundredth time- only for a burst of blue smoke to swamp her sights. Her hands touched damp skin, and Tohru squeaked, looking up.

Hatori stared down at her with an unreadable expression, eyes slightly wide.

"Ah-! You're okay! I'm so glad! But really, I'm so sorry for bumping into you, Hatori. That whole situation was all my fault–and oh, you were put into a bag, you must have been so worrying-"

Hatori touched her forgotten hand on his chest. "I'm fine, miss Honda. You don't have to worry, but…"

"But?" She feared the worst.

"Well… I'd appreciate it if we could have this conversation when I'm not naked in an ally."

Tohru jolted, finally registering her hands on him. Hatori smiled slightly as she squeaked and yanked them away. She firmly set her gaze at the tops of the buildings when she accidentally glanced down. "A-and it's raining!" She turned with a red face, grabbing her bag and opening it, passing the clothes over. He thanked her calmly and put the damp boxers on first.

Heart racing, Tohru figured it was probably best to give him privacy, but it was still pouring, and he looked to be struggling. Steeling himself, Tohru grabbed his long black trenchcoat and pulled it over her, raising it over her head and stepping closer.

Hatori paused, raising a brow.

"Please duck down, Hatori. I'll keep you dry as you change," she smiled, trying to ignore her heated cheeks.

He stared for a moment, before offering a small smile in return and ducking down to make her job easier. She shifted her arms higher and stretched the coat over his head, standing on tiptoe.

The doctor was quite tall in comparison with her.

Hatori slid a crisp white shirt on, glancing at her and noting her averted gaze. She was…a singular existence, miss Honda.

Rain met the ground in soft successions, coaxing the gentle smells of petrichor into their senses.

He tried his best to change quickly, failing to ignore her proximity as her own scent caught his attention. Like home cooking mixed with fresh linens- and something else. The feeling one gets when turning their face into a patch of sunlight after staying in the shade. Their breaths intermingled in the small, private space. He'd never held on the burning precipice of touch for so long before. Hatori's weary heart thundered. He somewhat loathed the reaction. She was just trying to be kind, yet his touch starved skin pricked with want of her. The chill of the weather was barely a blip on his radar.

He leaned down to put on his shoes, causing his head to briefly touch against her stomach.

Tohru swallowed, setting a hand on his shoulder to steady him. It felt warm, solid.

"You paid for me…didn't you?" He asks, breath fanning over her exposed, freezing legs. A bad day to wear shorts.

"Y-yes. But it was my fault you were in the tank in the first place."

Hatori straightened, bumping his head against the coat ceiling. He then prodded her forehead. "I'll give you back the money." Tohru opened her mouth, but he cut her off. "All of it. No arguments," he mutters, lifting the coat off himself and standing at his full height when he was done. Glancing at the fretting girl, he finally noticed something.

"Why aren't you wearing a coat?" He reprimanded.

Tohru pushed her index fingers together, wearing his coat like a hooded cloak. "The weather changed so quickly while I was out getting food for dinner. I didn't even think to bring one," she lifted it off, attempting to hand it to him. Hatori pushed a firm palm against her fingers. "You wear it. You need it more than I do."

Her jaw set, and Tohru gave him a look that shouldn't have affected him as it did. A determined Tohru was something to behold.

"We'll share it!" She chirped, raising on tip-toe and attempting to hold the coat over their heads again.

"Miss Honda-"

"Please," she cut in, and he couldn't recall her ever slipping and doing something so impolite before. Usually the girl seemed so rigid in sticking to manners. Like it was gravely important. Her head dipped forward slightly, long brunette locks sliding down over her shoulders. "I don't want you to get a cold…please. Let's walk together like this," she said gently, her words almost lost in the rainfall. It landed quietly on the coat, and as she lifted hers to look at him, Hatori quietly exhaled.

He glimpsed something rare and vulnerable in those deep brown eyes. She'd just revealed more of herself than he had standing bare. A secret, buried thing. Hatori nodded, dooming himself to yet more scattered thoughts that had distracted him earlier. Bending down, he allowed the coat to touch the crown of his head, before assisting her with holding it over their heads. They wandered out of the ally together, staying close.

---

Finding the details of a taxi company, they decided to split the cost by riding together, first to Sohma estate, then Shijure's house for her. Hatori placed his coat over her knees without a word, folding his arms and looking out of the window.

"… Did someone close to you pass away from an illness involving a cold?" He asked in his usual sombre way.

Tohru nodded. "Mn, my father. Though… I wouldn't call him close to me," she said, brushing damp locks away from her cheek.

"I see," he glanced at her. "You don't have to fret about what happened earlier."

"No worries! I won't tell anyone you were naked in an ally!" Tohru beamed.

The taxi driver glanced at them with a suggestive look in the rearview mirror. Hatori shut the vent allowing him to listen in. He then faced Tohru. "That's not what I'm referring to. Earlier, you were concerned about causing me to transform."

Tohru quieted, tilting her head slightly. Hatori's chest did a funny thing. "Well, yes. You always seem to dislike your zodiac form more than the others. I can see why, it must be frightening."

The car carried on through the city, headed towards the outskirts.

"It usually is," he muttered. "Though, it can depend who I'm with at the time when it happens." Deep lilac eyes slid to pale knuckles, hazing over with past memories, before resurfacing and glancing at her again. "Sometimes, it's not a bad thing. I get to know who I can rely on…to be vulnerable with," he said haltingly. He'd probably said too much. "You have the ability to make others feel safe, miss Honda."

Tohru stared at him, lips slightly parted. The patter of rain on the windows fell away, and it was just them, clumsily trying to navigate whatever they were.

He cleared his thought. "Even when they're being carried in a bag meant for goldfish."

Slowly, her lips tilted up. Tohru beamed outright, cheeks a rosy red as she giggled quietly. "…Thank you."

Hatori's eyes widened slightly, before he turned to look out the window. He felt the consuming want to protect her. This girl who tried so hard for others wellbeing. He knew how draining such a thing could be.

Fingers drew into loose fists on his knees as his heart shuttered with warning. Hatori ignored it in favour of watching the brightening skies.

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 9

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 9

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 1309

Chapter Summary: After receiving some advice from Dean, Y/N makes her own interpretations of it and makes a bold decision. 

Chapter Warnings: Fluff and Crack. Mostly Crack. 

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: It’s Week 11 for @supernatural-jackles‘ SPN Weekly Writing Challenge, and I am so happy with this one! Personally I think this is hilarious, but you be the judge. I used both prompts: 1) “Sorry, I thought I was alone...” and 2) “What do you mean you’re sold out?” Which they will be in bold. This chapter was so much fun to write! Hope you guys like it! And Jen, thank you for hosting this weekly challenge! If it wasn’t for this challenge, I wouldn’t have started writing this series :) xx

Ever since the ordeal with Jess, things between you and Sam has been nothing but “cherry pies and blue skies” as Dean had called it. In fact, it was the elder Winchester’s pep talk to you that helped with you to make this decision.

“Look at it this way, Y/N. You and Sam just beat the one of the big bads in any relationship – trust. And now more than ever, you trust him and he trusts you. You guys are on the same page. If you ask me, it’s all cherry pies and and blue skies right now. Things are good. Take it from there and do what feels right. Just like how it used to be.”

Do what feels right he said. What feels… right… Okay. Here goes nothing…

“Hey Sam… I’m ready.”

Sam looked at you quizzically before noticing the seriousness in your stare. Mid sipping on his glass of orange juice, Sam spat the contents out of his mouth, the spray littering all over the table.

“S-seriously?” Sam sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am,” you smiled. You had never been so sure.

“U-uh… okay. W-wh-when, where, now?” Sam was a mess, face heating up and turning red as he spoke.

“Well, Dean’s at work and won’t be home till late, so we’ve got the place to ourselves, so why not?” You giggled noticing the effects you were having on him.

“Yeah— Yeah! Let’s – yeah,” Sam jumped out of his seat, stumbling over his long legs. “Y-you meet me in the room and—and I’m gonna go get the—the stuff.” And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You giggled to yourself, running into his room, jumping on the bed with pure joy and excitement. This was going to be the day. This was going to be your first time ever… and it was going to be with Sam. You couldn’t help the smile stretching across your face. Maybe the two of you would do it more than once? It’s a good thing Dean has more than enough protection.

Sam ran into Dean’s room, shuffling through his drawers in search of what he needed most. When he found nothing, he groaned in frustration. Dean had said they were in his drawer, so where the hell was it now? Sam shifted over to Dean’s underwear drawer, shirts, and closet and couldn’t find anything.

“Where the hell are the condoms?!” Sam growled, his frustrations only adding to his sexual desperation.

“Hey, everything okay in here?” You asked, standing by the door in nothing but his shirt. He could see your nipples sticking through.

Sam gulped, his eyes fixated on you. He knew you were naked under that shirt, ready for him to have you for the first time. If he did this, he’d be taking your virginity. It felt like an honor, and he didn’t want to lose the opportunity. He had never felt this way about any girl before.

“Uh—yeah. I mean… no. Dean’s out,” Sam stated.

“Oh…” that’s okay.

“B—but, I—I’ll just go buy some. The convenience store isn’t that far. I’ll be back.”

“Sam, it’s—”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be quick!” he cut you off.

“But—”

“Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be back!”

Before you could get another word in, he was gone. The roar of his motorcycle filling your ears. You let out a deep sigh, opening your hand and staring at the square foil package in your hand. “I have one,” you mumbled to yourself.

Sam weaved through the road, dodging cars and cutting lanes, when he saw a Gas-n-Sip. He was sure that they would have some on hand. He parked his motorcycle, rushing in. At the front desk was an old guy, so Sam walked up to him. “Hi, umm… do you have any condoms.”

The older man lazily looked up at Sam from the newspaper he was reading before answering. “Sorry kid, we’re all sold out.”

“What do you mean you’re all sold out?”

“It’s exactly what it means. Whataya want me to do? I just work here!” The old man started to get snippy. “Is that all you young folks think about? Having sex? Back in my day, we had to wait till we were married!”  

“Sorry,” Sam sighed, before leaving, not wanting to hear the old man go on and on about the olden days.

Hopping back on his bike, Sam headed towards his initial destination. When he arrived, he practically zoomed in, making a bee line to where he would find them. Quickly grabbing the XL package, he hurried to the check out stands, standing in line impatiently.

“Hey Sam!” The cashier greeted. His eyes widened when he saw Charlie. His scholastics teammate and one of your best friends. He had completely forgotten that she worked here. “What are you up to? Where’s Y/N?” She asked with a wide smile.

“Uh…” Sam hesitated. Charlie’s eyes fell to his hand, noticing the pack of condoms clutched within them.

“Oh,” she smirked knowingly. Her grin obviously giving off a teasing tone. In more ways that one, she kind of reminded him of his brother. She was definitely going to tease him about it at school if he didn’t come up with a believable excuse.

“Uh… this isn’t what you think,” Sam laughed nervously, “y-you see… this is for my brother. He—he ran out so… uh... I’m just… he told me to buy these.”

“So you’re telling me, you used all of his so you’re buying the replacements?” She instigated, amused by Sam’s terrible lies.

“W-what? No! No! Me and Y/N… we’ve… we’ve never done it yet.”

“If you say so,” she said, smile still plastered on her pale skin.

After she rang him up, Sam gave his thanks. “Thanks. Uh, Dean will appreciate it.”

Charlie giggled as she watched the lanky teen run off.

You were laying on the couch fiddling with your phone when you heard the rumbling sound of a motor, instantly knowing it was Sam. You smiled with excitement, positioning yourself in a sexy stance. You laid on your side, propping your head up with your hand while the other rested on your hips. You made sure to rise the shirt a little over your hips, and flipped your hair to one side.

As if on cue, the door opened, and in came a shirtless Dean. He was working on his belt when he walked through the door, his pants falling to his ankles before he even noticed you were in the room.

“D-Dean!” You shrieked, sitting up and trying to cover your modesty.

Dean shouted with surprise. “Mother f—Y/N? What the hell are you doing here!” His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your small figure no matter how much he tried to stop himself.

“Dean!” You shouted again, this time in a scolding tone.

“Sorry! Sorry, I thought I was alone... I didn’t see the bike out there,” he finally shut his eyes while pulling up his pants.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You asked frantically, still flustered.

“I was. But I finished early today. Where’s Sam and what are you wearing?!” Dean was as worse as you. He wasn’t expecting to come home to you wearing absolutely nothing but Sam’s shirt. And the shirt you wore was thin! So… so thin!

Both of you were so lost in your minds and embarrassed that neither of you heard Sam’s arrival. Dean had parked the Impala at the back of the trailer, so Sam didn’t realize his brother was home and came running through the door guns blazing.

“I got the condoms!” He huffed stepping through the door, only to be met with you and Dean. “D-Dean!” Sam yelped in surprise.

Well this was awkward…

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Storm Lover 2nd | Meeting the Guys Part 2 (2nd Years) | ENG

Compared to Kai!, where you can either meet a character before or after school starts, you meet all of the guys in 2nd before school starts. To make it easier to put a face to a name, I will include their introductory CGs in each post.

In this post, MC will meet Haruto Yotsuya and Kotaro Mikadomairi, their classmates.

Also, to warn everyone beforehand, MC is harassed by a group of men in Kotaro’s introduction. Though Kotaro steps in before anything can occur, the scene is still quite uncomfortable, so please take care if you read it.

Please do not claim credit for my translations. Please do not repost my translations.

March - 4th Week - Weekend | MC’s home

MC: Even if I could spend the holiday at home, I can’t help wanting to go outside and explore. Just got to look at the map and decide where to go.

March - 4th Week - Weekend | Alleyways | Kotaro

MC’s Thoughts: Huh...? I walked around trying to find some shortcuts, but I wound up wandering this dark and gloomy road. I don’t like this place, it creeps me out... I should hurry back.

Wicked Man A: Hey there, sweetheart. What’re you doing around here?

Wicked Man B: Don’t you know this place belongs to us; that it’s our territory? Oh, or did you come here for some fun?

MC’s Thoughts: Wh...what!? These guys are...! I can tell they’re vile just looking at them... What’s worse, they aren’t even high school students, are they...!?

MC: I, um... I just moved here, so I got a little lost, that’s all.

Wicked Man C: He~h? Then how about you let us show you around? I know a real good place to take you~

MC’s Thoughts: Crap, he grabbed on to my arm...! Why did I have to get caught up with creeps like these guys so soon after moving here...?

MC: Um, you’re making me uncomfortable. Please, let go of me!

Kotaro steps in!

Kotaro: Oi, scumbags. Crowding around and grabbing hold of a woman all on her own like that - just what are you up to?

Wicked Man B: Y-you’re...!

Kotaro: Get your hand off of her, now.

Wicked Man C: Argh - that hurts!

MC’s Thoughts: This guy, he grabbed the hand of the creep holding on to me, and twisted it...! Isn’t he around my age? He’s incredibly strong...!

Wicked Man C: Dammit! Why’re you stepping your foot into this, kid!? It’s none of your damn business!

Kotaro: Doesn’t matter. So, are you gonna keep acting like this, or are you gonna stop? Which is it?

Wicked Man B: Mikadomairi...!

Wicked Man A: Ugh...

Kotaro: Are you three attached at the hip or something? Either way, I’ll take you on if I have to. If you’re done, then get out of my sight.

Wicked Man C: Shit, I’ll remember this!

Kotaro: Why? It’s not like I’m gonna bother remembering your weak asses.

The Wicked Men run off.

MC: U-Um...

Kotaro: ...Are you hurt?

MC: Oh, no. I’m fine.

Kotaro: It’s not safe for a woman to be running around a place like this. The main street is that way... You'd better hurry back.

MC: I-I will. Erm...

Kotaro leaves...

MC’s Thoughts: Ah, he left before I could thank him... Those creeps called him ‘Mikadomairi’. I wonder if that’s his name. He’s really strong, and kind of scary... But even though he’s curt, he’s a kind person...

MC’s Thoughts: Mikadomairi-kun... I hope I’ll get to see him again. The next time we meet, I’ll be sure to thank him properly.

March - 4th Week - Weekend | Boutique | Haruto

MC’s Thoughts: Oh, these clothes look nice... I think I’ll try them on. The changing room is just over there.

MC: Excuse me, I’d like to try these on for a moment.

Store Clerk: Ah, Miss, that one is - !

MC: Huh? ...OH!

Haruto: What’s wrong? Did you need something from me?

MC: N-no... P-please, excuse me!

MC’s Thoughts: I didn’t think that a person would already be inside...! I didn’t even try to check for that - how could I overlook something so important...!? I-In any case, I should hurry up and close the curtain.

MC tries to shut the changing room curtain, but...

MC’s Thoughts: H-huh? The curtain’s stuck...

MC: *shrieks!*

MC falls to the ground, having torn the curtain from pulling too hard

Haruto: Oh my, are you alright?

MC: I-I’m sorry! Oh gosh, I am SO sorry! What is wrong with me today...?

Haruto: Calm down; it’s fine.

MC: B-but...

MC’s Thoughts: I accidentally peeped on a stranger in the changing room, I tore apart the store curtain... Today is just awful.

Haruto: Pardon me, Miss. Wouldn’t you say this is the fault of the rail instead of the girl’s? Parts of the metal appear to be a little rusted; truthfully, I had difficulty opening and closing the curtain myself. 

Haruto: No one was at fault here, the curtain has merely reached the end of it’s usage.

Store Clerk: W-Well...

Haruto: Don’t you think so, Miss?

Haruto gives the Clerk a charming smile with a wink

Store Clerk: O-of course... It’s exactly as you say, Sir.

Haruto: In that case, it would be unfair to make her pay for it’s replacement, yes?

Store Clerk: Y-yes... The repairs will be covered completely by the store...

Haruto: Ahh, I’m glad. Speaking with such an understanding store clerk is a true joy. I think I’ll return to this shore more often from now on.

Store Clerk: Wonderful! We’ll look forward to your next visit!

MC’s Thoughts: A-Amazing... He sweet-talked that Clerk with ease. The Clerk’s cheeks are red, her eyes gazing at him admiringly. When he looks at you like that, though, it’d be impossible not to.

MC’s Thoughts: Is he a university student? We don’t seem to be far apart in age... but he has such a mysterious, adult-like appeal to him.

Haruto leaves the store, MC following after him

MC: Um, thank you so much for covering for me earlier, seriously! Even though I was so tactless earlier, you still...

Haruto: It’s only natural to save someone when they’re in trouble, isn’t it? Especially when they’re as cute as you.

MC’s Thoughts: Cute... me?

Haruto: But, if you’d like to see me naked, you’ll have to tell me what you want upfront. If it’s for you, then I’ll show it to you without any hesitation.

MC: WHAT!?

Haruto: Haha... see you around.

MC’s Thoughts: Wh-what kind of joke was that... Still, he seemed like a calm, cool guy. I’d be glad to meet him again.

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Can u make part 3 of ur zari x Charlie fic?

Hey there, Anon! Sorry, this took so long, but I finally finished this! I hope you like it!

Charlie is on a warpath.

She is going to kill Constantine and his stupid theories. She is going to break his neck and it will be the most satisfying thing she’s ever done. Who the hell does he think he is to go around telling people Charlie is wooing anyone? Any sort of wooing on her part is none of the other legends’ business.

So yeah, murdering Constantine is the only way.

“You bastard,” she hisses, because a murder should never start with a shriek from the killer. Stealth is of the essence. “You absolute arsehole! You told Ray?”

“You sound a little stressed there, love,” the soon-to-be-dead comments, looking completely unbothered on his armchair. Charlie doesn’t know when the library became their official drinking room, but the perpetually half-full bottle of Scotch is still there, in someone’s hands, every time she passes by. “New York was not as nice as they made it out to be?”

“No, no, no,” Charlie steps inside, closing the doors behind her, “don’t you start with that crap. Ray told me you’ve been gossiping around the ship like two little girls.”

The bottle clinks when John sets it heavily on the table. “He’s not very good at keeping secrets, is he?”

“I’m going to kill you,” Charlie states matter-of-factly, diving for his throat, but because Constantine has been drinking harder liquors for longer than he’s been aware of the paranormal, he’s got no problem ducking out of the way, trenchcoat and all.

“Before you do that,” he says, circling the table, putting it between them, and picking up the bottle. He takes a swing from it, grimacing as he swallows, then gestures towards the door with it, “I think you’ve got yourself a visitor.”

Against her better judgment, it’s reflex to whip her head around and look where he’s pointing and–

Well shit.

“Am I interrupting something?” Zari asks with an amused smile on her face and a fond look on her eyes. She steps aside to let Constantine through, eyebrows raised as he hastily exits the room.

He stops a few feet away, raising the bottle in salute, “Not at all, pet. I’ll let you two ladies talk, then, be on my way. Cheers!” And scurries away with the alcohol.

“I’d ask what that was all about,” Zari says, snorting, “but I’m sure he gives everyone at least ten reasons to punch him in the face before breakfast every day.”

“You’re not wrong,” Charlie knocks back Constantine’s forgotten glass, thankful as it burns down her throat. She’d like for a lot more than a glass, but beggars can’t be choosers and a little alcohol is better than stone cold sober; placebo effect is all she’s asking for at this point. “But what brings you here? One of those ten reasons?”

Zari doesn’t sit down, choosing to stay standing near the door, and her hands twitch everytime the clock ticks another second or so. “No, I was looking for you, actually.”

“Oh. Here I am, then,” she gives her a sharp grin, bowing down with a flourish, “what can I do for you, love?”

“It’s more like what you already did,” Zari takes one step closer, stops. The amulet on her necklace glints in the light, catching the fluorescent white and reflecting off red. It suits her in a way no other jewel ever could, Charlie thinks. “I had an interesting chat with Ray this morning. About a mysterious game that appeared on my room a few days ago.”

“Oh, bollocks,” Charlie kicks one of the armchairs because even she knows she can’t kick Ray’s stupid face. And it gives her an excuse not to look directly at Zari; it’s not rejection if she never hears the words or sees the pity in her eyes, right? “He really can’t keep his bloody mouth shut.”

“Yeah, secrets are really not his thing,” she laughs, but it’s a quick, muted thing, sinking on the space between them, heavy and crackling with electricity. Charlie feels it tingling on the tip of her fingers, itching to reach for– something, everything. Zari. “Thank you, by the way. For the video game. And the dishes. And listening to my drunk stories. And convincing Mick not to leave beer bottles in the hallways.”

The Waverider is anchored on the timestream, away from any gravitational pull, but Charlie still feels as if the whole world is spinning and she’s holding on for dear life not to be thrown off into space. “It was cheap enough when I bought it. And probably stolen,” she shrugs, leaning back against the table. It helps ground her, remind her this is real, this is happening. God knows Hell played enough tricks to make her wary. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, alright? Just a sorry I got you turned into a cat gift.”

“Charlie,” Zari says her name and she makes it sounds real. She makes it sound like this body, this skin, this life can be Charlie’s; it sounds as if you were to strip Charlie down to whatever passes as her soul, this is what you’d find. It makes her feel real. “What are you so afraid of? Every time, you keep playing it down. I thought you were done running?”

“What? What do you want me to say, Zee?” Charlie snaps, feeling stretched thin over her bones, and lashing out when her back hits the wall is a muscle memory impossible to unlearn. “That you’ve been driving me crazy? That I can’t get you out of my head? That I’ve done the stupidest thing I could’ve ever done and fallen in love with you? Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it,” Zari doesn’t give her time to process anything, crossing the few feet between them in a flash of a second, and pressing their lips together. She kisses Charlie and Charlie can’t be dreaming right now, because her dreams never feel this good.

Charlie’s living proof you don’t always only live once, no, she’s lived through dozens of lives all over the globe. Even so, if they’re really right when they say home is where your heart is, then Charlie would have to say Zari is the closest thing to it she’ll ever get.

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Theoreticals; part 1 (maxwell x mc)

lol remember when i started this in july and am just now posting it? also remember when i said that i would post it yesterday ha ha ha lol anyway it’s too long for one post so imma break this shit down into PARTS!!! 

this is the final companion piece to hypotheticals and empiricals, and honestly if you haven’t read those then u probably should because this one has a lot of plot throwback and also tbh its like very divergent from the main storyline seeing as i started writing it in JULY

summary: the coronation is actually happening feat. private planes, maxwell as a baby????? an unfortunate run in with some potpourri, dancing, drake, and an uber driver

word count: 3700+

Riley paces across her room yet again, halfheartedly feigning an attempt to pack for the upcoming trip to the palace. Her suitcase, empty but for a single black camisole and jeans, is splayed out across her bed next to Maxwell, who is also splayed out across her bed.

“Do you think I should bring my boots?” She asks. “My other shoes have like, no tread, and all of the roads by the palace are old-ass rocks so tread is probably important. And what if it rains?”

“I don’t think it’s supposed to rain,” Maxwell replies, but she’s already tossed the boots in his direction.

“Okay, so if I bring the boots, I need boot socks,” Riley tugs open a dresser drawer, rifling through it. “Except I’m pretty sure I only have red boot socks, and that’s going to clash with all my outfits, so maybe I should just stick with a bootie? Except then the tread is an issue again.”

Maxwell laughs. “Riley, it’s two days.”

She whirls around, brandishing a boot sock. “Yeah, two days in the goddamn palace!”

He breaks his gaze from the ceiling to watch her as she makes another futile pass towards her closet, sitting up and leaning back on his hands. “You really want to keep pretending you’re going to finish this tonight?”

She sighs, dropping her things onto the floor. “It’s already too late to give up.”

“Few more hours won’t hurt.” He reaches over and closes the lid, then holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s go on a walk. You’re all strung out.”

She takes his hand, in spite of herself yet again. Everything about him, about this, is in spite of herself and her better judgment. But it’s midnight on the eve of what may be their last chance at anything, and she doesn’t care that much anymore.

It’s dark in the house, the sconces dimmed, and they walk through the second floor hallways like they have the entire place to themselves. Maxwell is still holding her hand, his other shoved into his pocket, watching the portraits on the walls as they pass.

“Is that you?” Riley asks, pointing at one of the frames. It’s a painting of a boy who couldn’t be more than eight years old, posed like the subject of a renaissance art piece and clearly none too pleased about it. He’s got the same soft brown hair and mischievous eyes as Maxwell, his face dusted with freckles and mouth pulled into a barely concealed pout.

“Oh my god,” Maxwell laughs. “Yeah. That’s… yeah.”

“You were cute.” Riley bumps her hip against his, grinning. He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, looking at the painting sheepishly.

“My parents, they were really into the ‘nobles’ thing,” he says, “You know, ridiculous estates and portrait painting and etiquette classes, all that. I mean, I guess you have to be when you are a noble. I mostly let Bertrand handle that stuff now.”

Riley holds out her free hand and traces the curve of his painted face, the rough brush strokes in sweeping lines under her fingertips. She smiles.

“Bertrand would kill me if he knew I was letting you touch the paintings,” Maxwell says.

“Bertrand would kill you if he knew you were letting me touch you.”

“Touché.”

She steps back from the portrait, squeezing Maxwell’s hand gently. “Your parents, what were they like?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, and she worries she’s treaded into inadmissible territory. She turns to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, you don’t have to—“

“No, Riley,” he smiles, but it’s sad. “It’s fine.”

He looks up at the painting for a long moment, and she wonders how much of that baby-faced boy is still a part of him. He still has those faded freckles across his cheeks, that air of something…. more, like he’s privy to a thousand secrets one could never hope to know. She suddenly wishes he were as much of an open book as he likes to say he is.

“My parents were… well, I guess they’re pretty self-explanatory.”

“What do you mean?”

He’s still got his eyes on the painting, but his jaw is set. “You’ve been in the study.”

“Duh.”

He breaks for a moment, to shoot her a smile, but then he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “So, that’s my dad.”

“The study?”

“Yeah.” He frowns. “We didn’t change anything in there after he died. It just… felt weird. And there’s already all these rooms in this place, it’s not like we needed another one. So now it’s just there, filled with polo trophies and fencing equipment and all that ‘nobles’ shit.”

“And Drake,” she adds, a tentative step towards levity. Maxwell pulls her closer, letting go of her hand so he can slip his arm around her waist. He doesn’t have to say it, but she knows he’s grateful for the reprieve.

“And Drake. Unfortunately.” He looks at her and smiles. “You would’ve liked my mom.”

“Yeah?” Riley smiles back.

“Yeah. Well, I know she would’ve liked you, anyway.”

They make their way down the rest of the hall, passing more portraits and art pieces and the occasional odd sculpture, everything in brocade like something out of her high school history books. She runs her fingers across gilded wallpaper and marble shelves, still marveling at the fact that this, somehow, has become her life.

“What’s New York like?” Maxwell asks her. “I mean, I know what the tourist parts are like, thanks to Liam, but what’s your part like?”

“My part?” She tilts her head. “Uh, not that great, honestly. My part is a shitty studio in Queens with an elevator that doesn’t work, a roach problem, and a toilet that only flushes half the time. I don’t even have a bedframe, I just sleep with my mattress on the floor, and sometimes if I’m lucky, there isn’t a drunk guy peeing on my stoop when I come home from the late shift.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Maxwell says, and the funny thing is that she can’t quite tell if he’s joking or not.

“Can I quote you on that? My landlord keeps asking me to leave him a Yelp review.”

Maxwell looks puzzled. “I thought… you didn’t have nobility in America?”

Riley shoots him a bemused look. “We don’t.”

“But then, why would you…?”

It takes her a moment, but then she shoves his shoulder and laughs. “Oh my god, wait, are you talking about my landlord? That’s the guy who owns the place I rent. It’s just like, a name for rental property owners. God, you’re such a one-percenter.”

“Shut up,” He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Things are different in Cordonia, okay?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t know what a landlord is. I can’t believe you thought landlords are literal lords of the land.”

Maxwell makes a face at her, and she doesn’t even remotely try to stifle her giggles. “Excuse you, the only ‘landlords’ I know are literal lords of the land, so it was a logical conclusion.”

Riley taps him on the nose before turning away dramatically, hand on her heart. “Deepest apologies, Lord Beaumont. I would never disrespect your status or your land.”

“Hilarious.” He crosses his arms, but he’s smiling.

“Please accept this token of my atonement,” she continues, lifting some imaginary skirts so as to further sashay down the hall, “Imported from the duchy of Newest York, one hundred — no — one thousand of our finest Manhattan pigeons.”

Riley dips down in a ridiculously low curtsey, stumbling forward a bit and catching herself with a laugh. “Perchance would you like to visit with one of our most prestigious landlords? He is so terribly fond of — Max!”

She shrieks as he comes up behind her, arms around her waist, pulling her close and spinning her. She can feel the breath of his laughter against her neck, his whispered, “Shhh, you’ll wake everyone up,” and the way his fingers linger on her when he sets her down.

Riley, flushed, brushes her hair out of her face and adjusts her shirt. “You’re the worst.”

“I accept your pigeons,” Maxwell says with mock formality. “And I would love to meet your landlord.”

“Oh, you really shouldn’t, the pigeons are fucking gross.”

“Okay, pass on the pigeons then.”

“My landlord is gross too.”

He sighs. “You’re not making a great case here.”

Riley smiles, and compelled with a sudden irresistible urge to touch him, reaches out and runs her fingers along his jawline. She almost expects to feel the brushstrokes there too, a perfect likeness of his childhood painting, all grown up and still off-limits.

“You could come visit, if you want,” she says softly. “The mattress is a twin, but we can make it work.”

He kisses her, and she closes her eyes and lets herself believe for a moment that they’re not here, not in this ridiculous world full of princes and balls and family portraits, but somewhere else, somewhere loud and brash and filled with the scent of street food and smoke and dreams yet to be realized.

But of course, they aren’t.

“Come on,” he says, his voice gentle against the sudden sharpness of the moment. “Let’s go finish packing.”

They walk back to the room hand-in-hand, and Maxwell helps her fold things and find things and then sits on the suitcase so she can shove everything in properly and zipper it away. The sky stops getting darker and starts getting lighter, and the laughter between them grows less practiced and more delirious as they finish up.

She smiles when she steps out of her bathroom, face washed and hair up, to find him tucked in against her pillow, finally stolen into sleep by his own exhaustion. It’s a rare occasion to find Maxwell so utterly still, and she stands there for a second watching him.

She’s known for quite some time that she’s fucked. This whole situation: the competition, the prince, the stupid stupid boys. She’s just fucked, no way around it.

But as she lingers in the doorway, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest, it occurs to her that she is now — for lack of a better term — royally fucked.

---

It’s as if she’s barely slept at all when she feels his hand on her shoulder. “Riley? Hey, time to get up.”

She burrows her face back towards her pillow, trying desperately to shut out the light filtering in through the curtains. Maxwell, however, refuses to be shut out.

“We’re leaving in an hour or so, if you want to get ready.” He sounds just as tired as she feels, and she realizes then that he’s most likely spent the entire night here, with her, probably shoved into the corner while she bundled herself in covers. The thought makes her sit up suddenly, blinking blearily into Maxwell’s face, only a few inches from hers.

“Oh,” he says. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she says back.

They look at each other for a moment, Riley squinting up at him as she adjusts to the rush of sunlight. Under the sudden scrutiny of his gaze, she pulls the blankets up around her, a flush spreading into her cheeks as she realizes what she must look like: hair a tangled mess, sleep marks across her face, oversized t-shirt hanging in a particularly unflattering way.

“What’s the ‘Knicks’?” Maxwell asks.

“Hmm?” She quirks an eyebrow in confusion, and he nods at her shirt. She looks down. “Oh. Basketball team. They’re the… uh, the professional team for New York.”

“Do you like them?”

“I like their shirts.”

He laughs, turning away from her to slip down onto the floor. “Sometime, will you teach me what basketball is?”

“You guys don’t have basketball in Cordonia?” Riley lets the blankets fall back around her and pushes herself out of the bed with the intent to follow him, but the hardwood is like ice against her feet. She lingers near the familiar warmth of the covers while she watches him go.

“We don’t have a lot of stuff in Cordonia,” he answers. “Basketball, Disneyland, those breakfast things you like.”

“Pop-tarts?” Riley grins, crossing her arms. “Yeah, real bummer on that one.”

“Prom, Costco, monster trucks,” Maxwell continues, “And we’ve barely even got you for much longer, so.”

The words hit her harder than expected, and the smile drops from her face just as her arms fall to her sides. The chill of the floor spreads up from her feet, twisting its way through her body and settling in her heart.

Maxwell heads towards her suitcase. He lifts it down off the table, yanks the handle up until it clicks. “Come on, you gotta get dressed. I’ll take your bag out to the car.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, hands fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Will you come back?”

He turns his head, eyes ghosting over her face as she bites harder into her lip.

“Riley…” he says, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pulling her shoulders up in what she hopes looks like a nonchalant shrug. “Just, big day, you know.”

“Understatement.” He smiles at her, and the sinking feeling subsides.

“What should I wear?” she asks, in a feeble attempt to keep him in the room a few moments longer.

“Definitely just that. The king and queen will be so impressed.”

“Shut up.” She sticks her tongue out, reaching back to pull the comforter up from the bed and around her shoulders before crossing toward the closet.

“No I’m serious, the press will not be able to stop talking about it. Bertrand will love that.”

She whacks him with the comforter as she passes. “You know what else Bertrand will love?”

“What?”

“You spending the night in my room.”

He laughs. “Okay, okay, point taken.” He turns to grab her suitcase, but not fast enough to keep her from noticing the blush rising in his cheeks. She laughs too, pulling open her closet door.

“Go get dressed,” he calls after her, “I’m actually taking your stuff out this time.”

“As you wish, Lord Beaumont.” She twirls around to drop in a curtsey, blowing him a kiss as he makes a face at her and heads out the door.

---

Riley wakes up to Maxwell once more, her face smashed in against his shoulder in the back of the car. She lifts her head, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, only to meet Bertrand’s disapproving ones.

“You have lines on your face,” he says disdainfully. “You look wretched.”

Riley sits up, rolling her neck and wincing. “Thanks, B. Are we at the airport?”

“Yeah,” Maxwell answers, seemingly unfazed by her using his arm for a pillow. She hopes she didn’t drool. “There’s coronation traffic, but that’s to be expected. We’ll be at the plane in five.”

Riley looks out the window, expecting to see the familiar bustle of brake lights and taxicabs that punctuate all her visits to JFK. However, all she finds is a great wide sea of black tarmac and planes.

She turns to Maxwell and Bertrand. “Wait, where are we?”

“The airport.”

“No, I — yeah, I know that. But where are the people?”

Maxwell looks confused. “…On the planes?”

“Don’t we, y’know, have to go through security and stuff? Or is that not a thing in Cordonia? Or like, don’t I need to show someone my passport and check my bag?” She nods her head in the direction of the trunk. “That thing is not gonna fit in an overhead compartment, I can already promise you that.”

The car slows to a stop and Maxwell laughs. “What? Riley, we’re broke, but we aren’t fly commercial broke.”

Riley says “Oh,” and then someone in a full suit and black sunglasses is opening her car door and saying, “Lady Riley, I’ll be taking your bags,” and she says “Oh,” and Maxwell says, “Thanks, they’re in the trunk.”

Riley whips her head around to face him, eyes wide. Maxwell shrugs. “Liam has a plane.”

Her eyes go even wider, and she pauses to make sure Bertrand is mostly out of earshot before whispering, “You didn’t think to tell me we’d be in an enclosed space with Liam for an extended period of time?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Well, the thought crossed my mind, but I was worried you’d try to cut your losses and run before we got here. And besides, he told me he wanted some time with you. To talk about something.”

Riley shoots him a pointed look before turning to slide out of the car. Talk to her about something! Great. What a mystery as to what it could possibly be.

The man in the suit, most likely a member of Liam’s security team, is already unloading their things from the trunk. She squints into the sunlight, eyes settling on the enormous white jet just a few hundred feet from their stop, its wings ringed with gold and an egregiously large Cordonian seal plastered along the side.

“Discreet,” Riley mutters, sighing as she heads off towards the staircase lowered down from the plane’s back entrance. She’s never boarded a plane like this before, not without hours of waiting and TSA screenings and watching as every other boarding group took their place ahead of her in line. The tiny staircase seems too easy, and the staff waiting at the bottom are too quick to offer her their arms as she climbs up into the ridiculous fixture of luxury.

As she makes her way inside, wandering slowly towards the aisle, she gawks at the interior: a scaled down recreation of the palace sitting areas, complete with ornate lamps and crystal stemware and what looks to be an entire grand piano off in the corner. Riley feels her stomach clench at the sight of it all, a reminder of how desperately she doesn’t belong in this world of opulence and glamour.

There’s a rustle of a curtain and footsteps behind her, and she turns, expecting to see Maxwell on his way in. She’s already whispering, “Max, I think I should—” before her eyes settle on the person who’s actually in front of her and she stops mid-sentence. “Oh, fuck.”

Drake looks her over and frowns.

“What are you doing here?!” she hisses, shoving him in the shoulder. “And why are you sneaking up on me?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he answers, leveled. “Pretty sure your boyfriend is still back at the car.”

Riley shakes her head, letting out an agonized sigh. “I am truly not in the mood for this, Drake.”

“Aldridge, you going soft? Can’t handle the banter anymore?”

“On Liam’s goddamn plane? Yeah, maybe it’s not the ideal choice of venue.” She crosses her arms, but her defense wavers. “Drake… you didn’t… I mean, you didn’t say anything, did you?”

He rolls his eyes. “Relax, I’m not that much of an asshole. Liam’s on a conference call in the diplomat suite anyway.”

“Diplomat suite?”

“It’s a big fucking plane.”

Riley lets her hands fall back to her sides, glancing around the room once more, eyes following the rows of soft leather seats.

“Well, thanks, I guess.”

He shrugs, looking everywhere but at her. “I know you’ll talk to him. You don’t need me to do it for you.”

She lets out a sigh. “Maxwell said he invited me on the plane so we could talk, so if you’re awaiting my downfall, it might come sooner than you think.”

“I’m not —” Drake looks taken aback, “Riley, come on, you know that’s not how I feel.”

She starts to say something in reply, but the sounds of footsteps coming up the staircase echo loudly into the cabin. Drake turns, and Riley feels her nervous tension ease. Maxwell is finally here, he’ll know how to handle Drake and she can just —

“Riley,” an all too familiar voice calls, “Is that you harping on and on in there?”

Riley grabs Drake’s arm, face twisted in horror, and mouths, Olivia? He nods, looking slightly pained, and then there she is at the landing — mouth twisted in distaste, red hair spilling out of a white fur hat, sheathed in some sort of emerald green evening coat that could probably cover Riley’s apartment rent for the next ten years.

Her mouth curls up into a smile when she sees them. “Oh lovely, I was right.”

She steps into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood, and drapes her arm across Drake’s shoulder, leaning against him as she surveys Riley. “You do know we’re going to a coronation ball, right?”

“Wonderful to see you too, Olivia,” Riley replies with a grimace.

Olivia smiles again, straightening up and patting Drake dismissively on the back. “Hey Drake, will you be a dear and roll out the bar cart? I have a feeling we’re going to need some drinks.”

Drake rolls his eyes so hard it almost looks painful. “Sure Olivia, I will happily roll out the bar cart. For myself.”

As he turns and pushes past her, she frowns, watching him walk away with a hand on her hip. When he disappears through the cabin door, she looks back at Riley. “Is he always so pleasant?”

“Pretty much, yeah. You’d think you two would get along.”

Olivia arches an eyebrow. “Cute.”

She hears someone else coming up the stairs and prays it’s Maxwell this time. When she sees him step inside, she releases an audible sigh.

“Hey Riley, did Bertrand already come up here? I think he — oh.” His eyes fall on Olivia, who flutters her fingers in a wave. “Olivia?”

“And Drake.” Riley smiles through gritted teeth. “Isn’t it wonderful? Gang’s all here.”

Maxwell blinks. “Uh. Cool?”

Drake emerges from the door then, glass in hand, and stops short when he sees Maxwell. “Hey Max! Long time no see. Great talking with you in the study last night.”

Riley glares with the ferocity of a thousand suns. Maxwell blinks again. Olivia looks between all three of them and rolls her eyes. “You guys are so fucking weird.”

She turns toward the closest seat and settles in, draping her legs across the length of it so the red bottoms of her high heels are on full display. She pulls an eye mask out of her purse, tugging it over her head. “I’m going to take a Xanax and listen to Ryan’s Roses. Do not even think about speaking to me.”

“Trust me,” Riley says under her breath, “It was the least of our concerns.”

part two.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Care|Septic Egos x Injured!Reader

It’s been a while since I posted a story, so I figured I’d show you lovelies this one, which was yet another request I had on DeviantART. Hope ya’ll enjoy it~ ^^

"See? I told you not go on zat hiking trip if you've never been hiking before in your life! But noooo...nobody listens to Doctor Schneep!" The German doctor grunted with a sigh as he finished getting your arm in the cast. You merely rolled your eyes in response. "Well sorry, doc..maybe if I wasn't dragged-," your gaze went to a certain Australian's, [e/c] orbs glaring daggers into his dark blue ones, "-there against my will I wouldn't be in this position." Angus simply gawked at you, before a frown appeared on his own face. "C'mon, mate. Ya know I didn't-" "Save it." You huffed, putting your hand up to tell him to stop, although that was probably a bad idea as pain began to shoot up your injured arm. "....owie.." Long story short, Angus had somehow coaxed you into going on some hiking trip with him, and, as a result, you ended up slipping on a rock and breaking your elbow, as well as dislocating your shoulder. You had also hit your side on a sharp rock, hence making it hurt to move a little. "And I told you not to move zat arm around so much!" Henrik shrieked, clearly freaking out more than he probably needed to as he set your arm back down by your side. "Zere's no need to bring more pain upon yourself just to give him a sarcastic remark!" With a sigh, you leaned back on the bed, closing your eyes and relaxing for a little bit. After taking a few minutes to ensure he had everything set correctly, the doctor cleared his throat. "Alright so...you'll need to have zat cast in for about 6 to 8 veeks," he explained. "Vhile you heal try not to move around too much. If zere's anyzing you need help vith don't be afraid to ask me or anyone else." Opening your eyes back up, you glanced over at Henrik and nodded in understanding. "Thanks, doc," you gave him a tiny smile. "Anytime, [y/n]," he said, before he stood up and stretched. "Now you just relax here and I'll go make myself a nice pot of coffee. A great doctor like myself needs caffeine fix, after all." And with that, he turned and headed out of his clinic, leaving you with Angus. You heard the hunter cough nervously and looked to see him sit down next to you, his eyes downcast. "Angus?" "......" "Angus, it's fine..really." "......" "...are you upset with me?" "N-No..I'm upset with my bloody-fuckin'-self," he mumbled, burying his face into his bandaged hands and shaking his head. "I'm so sorry, [y/n]...I..I understand if ya hate my guts-" "You wanna make it up to me?" Angus raised his head up, staring at you in surprise. "Umm...if that's possible. Whatdya need me to do?" "Would you mind taking me to my room?" You asked him sweetly as you sat up a little bit. "I.. really don't wanna be stuck in here all day smelling nothing but chemicals.." "Ahh, that makes sense," the hunter agreed, his nose wrinkling in disgust after he took a whiff of the air. "I dunno how he can work here and not get high offa them or somethin'. But...I'll getcha on outta here. Don't you worry." He stood up and carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. "Hang on now, alright?" You simply nodded, wrapping your uninjured arm around his neck as he took you out of the clinic and to the comfort of your own room. ........... After Angus set you down on your bed and ensured that you were comfortable enough, you decided to forgive him for the whole hiking incident, much to his relief. He then left you alone to go inform the others of your condition. On the brightside, you now had an excuse to play video games all day long. So you decided to play on your console to take your mind off the slightly throbbing pain in your arm and side. "[Y/n]..?" "Huh? Oh, hey Rob," you chuckled, glancing over and smiling at Robbie, who was leaning against the doorframe. He was one of the few egos that was currently home. "What's up?" "Heard..you...got hurt," he explained as a slight frown appeared on his face. "You...okay?" "I'm fine, thank you." He smiled back at you, before pointing to your bed. "Can..Robbie..?" You nodded, scooting over a bit. "Sure. I don't mind your company. Just be careful of my arm and waist okay?" Robbie nodded in understanding before he made his way over to you, crawling onto the bed and laying down in your lap. With a small yawn he then wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, shutting his eyes and nuzzling his face against your stomach. Your smile grew as you rubbed the top of his head gently before you went back to the game, although you'd periodically pause to pet him a little more. Least to say, living with the egos was a pain, but there were a select few that you could stand--like Robbie. The others were often loud and obnoxious, whereas for him...not so much. He was quiet, sleepy half the time, and the only things he really asked for were pets and cuddles, both of which you were happy to give him when no one else wanted to. Not to mention that the zombie never barged into your room without permission....unlike some people such as- "Wow..." -Anti... You glanced over, seeing the aforementioned ego materialize near your doorway. Upon noticing his presence, Robbie raised his head up and glared at him, growling like a feral animal as he hugged you protectively. "Get..out..." He grumbled. Anti ignored his threat, instead staring at you with a raised eyebrow. "Huh..ya look pretty rough there, [y/n]. How ya feelin'?" "I'm..fine, Anti, thank you," you told him as you stroked the zombie's purple hair in an attempt to calm him down. You knew that he never really...took kindly to the glitch's presence. "Shh...just relax, Robbie, he's not gonna hurt me." He frowned slightly in response, placing his chin on your stomach and looking up at you in worry. But before he could protest, his white eyes gradually drooped shut. He then buried his face back into your shirt, your touch lulling him back to sleep as he began to snore softly moments later. "Out like a light ain't he?" Anti chuckled in amusement, shaking his head. "Well if he starts giving ya any trouble-" "He won't," you cut him off quickly, placing your uninjured arm over Robbie's back. "He never gives me any trouble....unlike some people." Those last three words you mumbled under your breath, although that was probably a mistake as you saw the demon's pointed ears perk and his eyebrows furrow together. ".....I-" "Well fuck ya, too, then," he snorted, frowning deeply before he glitched away. Although not before he flipped you off as well. You simply sighed as you went back to playing your video game.......only to notice that it was lagging at some points and tiny green and black glitches flickered on and off the screen. 'Heh...petty as ever, huh Anti? Well as long as he doesn't corrupt my saved data-' "I heard a damsel was in great distress and I flew here as fast as I could!!" 'Oh my fucking God I can't get a break..' With a slightly heavier sigh this time, you glanced over to see Jackie dash your room. "Sorry, hero. No damsel in distress here. And could you be a little quieter? I got a sleepy zombie here," you huffed, setting a hand on top of Robbie's head once more. He stopped, muttering a quiet "oh" after seeing the zombie laying on you, before chuckling nervously. "Sorry 'bout that," he whispered, "I was juuuust coming to check on you! Is everything alright?" "Yep," you nodded, your smile returning. "Thanks, Jackie." "Anytime." He saluted. "Is there anything I could assist you with? Anything at all?" You shifted uncomfortably in the bed, pausing your game and setting your controller down, before you gently grabbed Robbie's arms and moved them away from your waist. "I..gotta get up but you see I'm in a bit of a....predicament.." "Ah, not to worry!" Jackie chuckled as he walked over and carefully picked up the still snoozing zombie, carrying him over his shoulder. "I'll take him from here." "Thank you again, Jackie." With a nod, the hero turned and left the room with Robbie, closing the door behind him. 'At least somebody in this house respects my privacy.' Sighing, you sat up into a more comfortable position and grabbed your controller again, turning off the console. Anti almost immediately glitched out of the T.V and fell onto your bed next to you. "Gah..why ya gotta ruin my fun like that?" He whined as he sat up and stared at you, a slight pout on his face. "Because.." "...because why?" "Just...because~" You smirked, sitting down beside him and ruffling his hair to make it messier than it already was. "Ya better stop before I give ya another injury to think about," the demon hissed, lightly pushing your hand away before he glitched out of your room, hopefully for good this time. It was then you glanced down and realized Robbie had drooled a little bit on your shirt. "Ugh.. disgusting.." You tried to wipe it off, but used the wrong arm as a wave of pain shot up into your shoulder. "Why did I do tha-" A gentle knock on your door cut off your statement. You groaned a bit, wondering who the hell decided to intrude this time, although you allowed the visitor to come in anyway. "Hey, [y/n]. How are you feeling?" Looking over, you saw that it was none other than Marvin. But your previously annoyed expression quickly turned into a surprised one when you saw that in his hands he had a...small vase with a few glowing [f/c] roses in it. "U-Uh....I'm good," you coughed nervously, a slight blush tinting your cheeks. "A-Are those...for me?" "Mhm." The magician nodded as he entered your room. "I figured you weren't in..the best of moods considering what happened. So I thought these might cheer you up." He set them down on the nightstand beside your bed, before looking over at you and smiling, although it faltered quickly as he sighed. "I'm sorry I can't do anything more. I really wish my healing spells can fix broken bones...but-" "It's okay, Marv," you reassured him, taking out one of the roses and examining it, seeing that the thorn-free stem was also glittering. "This little..gift is more than enough for me." Looking back at him, you smiled. "Thank you-" "Shit! You beat me to them, Marv!" You and Marvin looked over, seeing Chase leaning against the doorway, huffing and puffing. "I.." He began, although he paused to catch his breath for a few moments. Once he did so he straightened up and adjusted his cap before walking in. Upon seeing the flowers, he frowned slightly "Damn...Marv got you some sick ass flowers..and all I could getcha was this dumb card.." He handed you a card that said "Get Well Soon" on the front of it. "It's okay Chase," you giggled softly, taking it from him and propping it up next to the vase. "I still appreciate you getting this for me. You guys didn't have to do this." "But we wanted to because we care about you-" "But we wanted you because we care about you-" "....." The two egos exchanged bewildered glances, before Chase cracked a smile and laughed. "Hah! Jinx~!! Nice one, Marv." He made finger-gun gestures, while the magician simply chuckled and shook his head. "Of course, of course.." He sighed, looking back at you. "Well, I think we'll take our leave so that you can relax...i-if you don't need anything else, that is.." You shook your head. "No. I'm good. Thank you guys again." Nodding their heads, the two departed from your room, shutting the door once more on their way out. With a small sigh, you relaxed back against the headboard of the bed, your gaze returning to the two items on your nightstand. Seeing them there made you realize that...while the Septic egos can be nuisances at times, at the end of the day they always cared for you and made you feel like you were a part of their odd little family. And for that...you couldn't be happier. *SLAM* "[Y/N] I ZOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN ZE CLINIC!" "......for fuck's sake."

[imaginekpoplikethis]

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 14

I don't think you guys are ready for what I have prepared lol. Be prepared is all I can say.

Lots of love from me and thank you for reading.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14 - Here  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

That night, when you arrived back at the hotel, you quickly headed to your room and placed all but one of your bags down before heading back out again. Your current destination was none other than the Koi pond you had grown so fond of. Upon getting to your favourite part of the hotel, you sat down on the bridge and dangled your legs over the pond, placing the bag down with care beside you.

It was the only place where you could completely unwind and enjoy the serene nature around you. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you opened the hour old message Areum had left you.

'Hey, how's your trip going? It's so pretty here! I hope you're having a great time.'

It's only been two days and you already missed Areum and her sweet, angelic voice. You speedily typed a reply, not wanting to keep her waiting any longer.

'Sorry for the late reply. It's been fun. We went on a tour today and I kind of possibly ended up playing matchmaker. Oh, and I bought Jungkook glasses. You need to see them!'

A small splash caught your attention and you lifted your head to see the fish you had named Taehyung frantically swimming away from a black fish.

'You weren't there yesterday...' It may have been childish to think so but the new Koi seemed off to you. It almost completely blended in with the water and moved slowly, reminding you of a predator sneaking up on its prey. It definitely didn't fit in with the rest of the fish.

Maybe you were overreacting. No, you were overreacting.

Your phone vibrated with a new message from Areum.

'Matchmaker? That's nice of you... Jungkook is actually wearing glasses? I can only imagine what that looks like.'

Another splash from the pond caused your eyebrows to furrow and you stared at the same black koi from before. Evidently, there was something wrong with it although you were not too sure what it was. Deciding to not leave Areum waiting any longer you gave her a sweet but short reply before placing your phone back into your pocket.

"Here you are. I've been looking for you." Ji Hee's voice traveled towards you from behind and you slightly turned your head in her direction, giving her a kind smile. She sat down beside you and stared at the small ripples the fishes were creating everytime they moved.

"It's really quiet here, no wonder I couldn't find you." You too followed the movements of the fish whilst a comfortable silence settled between the both of you. A couple of minutes later you decided to break it.

"You like Jae Hyun, right?" You didn't need to turn your head to know Ji Hee was blushing from head to toe and a quiet chuckle slipped out of you.

"Er- yeah, I guess." Not wanting to waste time denying her feelings, Ji Hee admitted her feelings straight away.

"You have since the beginning of the year. Yes, I noticed. You weren't exactly subtle about it." The shocked face that had spread across her face made you explain yourself and Ji Hee took on a darker shade of red.

"Don't worry, as unsubtle as you were no one else really noticed. Except maybe Jungkook. He notices everything like a creep." Your attempt to calm Ji Hee was successful and a bubbly giggle racked her body. When her laughter died down, she looked back towards the pond and let a crestfallen expression settle on her face. When she opened her mouth to reply, you quickly interrupted her.

"Yes he does like you. I've seen the way he looks at you and speaks to you. So I've taken it upon myself to play matchmaker and prove to you that he does." She didn't turn her head towards you but instead stared straight ahead, a grateful smile resting on her lips.

"Thank you." Her hand dug around her pocket before she pulled a necklace out.

"Here. I know it's not much but it's to thank you for being nice to me. There's not many people who would even bother to speak to me so it means a lot."

Accepting the gift from Ji Hee, you stared at the small metal bar that dangled off of the metal chain. On the bar, Japanese characters were engraved into it. You could read just about enough Japanese to be able to make out your name. Your head snapped up to Ji Hee and a bright grin took over your face before you leaned forward, enveloping her in a warm and friendly hug.

"You're so thoughtful. I'll treasure this..." Her arms wrapped around you, returning your hug before you both let go. You placed the necklace around your neck and then grabbed the bag that was sitting beside you.

"Okay, not to make this anymore overly sentimental than it already is but I do have a gift for you too." Taking the wooden box out of the bag, you handed it to her, smile still on your face.

"I got these engraved with Jungkook earlier on." When she opened the wooden box her eyes slightly widened at the wooden chopsticks with gold trim that held her name in Japanese.  

"I- thank you. I love them." The genuine happiness that you practically felt come from her made you let out a small sigh of relief.  You knew she wouldn't reject them but there was always a little bit of worry present.

Standing up, you stuck your hand out to Ji Hee, pulling her up. You took a quick picture of the koi with flash on before turning back to Ji Hee.

"Come on, it's almost lights out."

-

You spent the next week trying your hardest to initiate small interactions between Ji Hee and Jae Hyun, which was successful most of the time. Jungkook had even decided to help you when you filled him in on your plan making you even more excited for the results it would produce. You were most active when you took small class trips to historical destinations and festivals as it was easier to make up excuses for the both of them to be together.

Admittedly, Jungkook had created the most opportunities for them by simple actions such as racing for the seat beside you before Ji Hee could even think twice. This would always result in her having to take the seat beside Jae Hyun and Jungkook would always smirk to himself in immense satisfaction before you sneakily gave each other high fives.

It wasn't hard to see a change in the way Jae Hyun acted around and towards Ji Hee. Whenever she was present his tone would grow softer and he would sneak glances when he thought no one was looking. You and Jungkook were not the only ones who noticed this as Ji Hee admitted to you one night over popcorn and movies that she had noticed a change in Jae Hyun's attitude. She claimed he seemed less arrogant around Jungkook when she was involved in the conversations which you wholeheartedly agreed with.

Now that it was your second to last day in Japan, you decided to have a break from all the planning you had subjected yourself to. Spending the day visiting nearby shops and parks with Jungkook was the best way to enjoy your last days. It also helped that your teacher trusted your class enough to allow you to go anywhere within two miles of the hotel though you were not sure if that was enough for you.

The day was spent efficiently and, surprisingly, didn't consist of much of the usual banter between the two of you. Jungkook made sure you were entertained by constantly doing ridiculous things such as sporting handbags or unique glasses and trying his best to walk and talk as feminine as humanly possible when you entered a shop. You did the same although you seemed to stumble a lot which caused Jungkook great amusement. It was too cute to see Jungkook acting feminine.

You were currently walking back to the hotel, both of you each eating your own ice creams. He had come up with idea of each of you picking the others ice cream flavour which ended up with you eating a bitter melon ice cream whilst Jungkook had red beans.

"I sure as hell didn't realise there were that many ice cream flavours." You giggled into your hand at his remark. He then seemed to realise something and began patting his pockets before sighing.

"Ah crap, I left my wallet. I'll catch up, wait here." You watched as he jogged back in the direction of the ice cream stand and leaned back on the wall. Lost in your thoughts, a familiar voice caught your attention from the alley beside you.

"Let go of me you fucking piece of trash! I'll kill you!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

The shrieking stopped at that and a soft voice spoke up.

"Please, u-um... how do I say? Ah, please we're not from here and we don't want trouble." Frowning at the stuttering voice, you pushed yourself off the wall and peaked your head around the wall. Ji Hee was stood in front of two lean boys, one of which had his hand wrapped around Hye Mi's wrist.

"What the fuck did she say? I didn't hear."

"That they're not from around here and they want no trouble."

You understood quite a bit of Japanese and were able to fill in the blanks of their sentences, easily making out what they were saying. Scoffing, the boy who did not have Hye Mi in his grasp stepped forward and shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning forward.

"Well you shouldn't have come in here then, should you? But you just had to play hero. Don't worry, you can stay with your friend." When he reached his arm out towards Ji Hee you were instantly reminded of how you were in the same position only months before. You remembered how scared you had felt and how you believed no one would be able to help you. This is what caused you to step into their line of sight. You were confident and stronger now. Not strong enough to take them both out but enough to do something.

"Why are you picking on school girls, you lowlife dropouts?" The new voice had caused them to all snap their head in your direction, and the boy who had previously been reaching out towards Ji Hee leaned back and gave you a long stare.

"The girls just keep on coming. I didn't know foreign girls could be so hot. I guess you want to join your hot friends too?" As his words left his mouth, he began to take long strides towards you. You stood still, ice cream slowly melting in your hand.

"Let's all have some fun. And if you don't want to, too bad you little s-" The sound of a slap resonated throughout the alley and no one had time to process what had happened before you smashed your ice cream cone into his face.

"I don't know who the fuck you are but don't touch me or my friends."  A low growling sound escaped the back of his throat and his arm snapped in your direction, attempting to grab you. You, anticipating this, had stepped out of the way and crashed your elbow into the side of his face with as much force as possible causing him to stumble back. He quickly regained his balance and cradled his now swollen cheek.

"I think that bitch fractured my jaw!" You could practically feel the anger radiating off of him and the boy charged forward in a blind rage. Before he could get close, a body seemingly fell from the sky beside you, punching him directly on the head and effectively knocking him out.

"You know I don't really want to fight in front of my girl but she kind of threw the first hit." The Japanese rolled off Jungkook's tongue as smoothly as ever and you let out a sigh of relief. In all honesty, you were pretty sure you had somehow messed up your elbow attack and caused possible injury to yourself. You weren't too sure you could take on an angered boy and his friend with the intense pain you were currently enduring.

The other boy, who had remained silent the last few minutes, finally let go of Hye Mi and stepped forward.

"What the fuck are you?" He looked Jungkook up and down in distaste and began rolling up his sleeves, preparing for a fight. That is until Jae Hyun stepped out from behind Jungkook, arms crossed and extremely vexed.

"Kirito get up!" Instead of continuing the fight, he bent down and grabbed his friend before dragging him out of the other side of the alley.

Both Hye Mi and Ji Hee started towards you, Ji Hee with tears running down her face and Hye Mi wringing her hands. Jae Hyun spread his arms out and Ji Hee ran straight into them, silently sobbing. Hye Mi stopped before you and avoided eye contact.

"Thank you, Y-Y/N. I know t-that I've been n-no-" You interrupted her by bringing her into gentle hug and whispered to her.

"It's okay to cry. No one will judge you." That set off the waterworks and Hye Mi clung onto your jacket, wailing.

You spent your time rubbing circles on her back and eventually calmed her down enough to go back to the hotel.

That's one way to spend a free day.

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You were forced to wake up early the next morning in order for your class to be able to catch your flight back home. When you had packed your things, you raced downstairs with your luggage, quickly eating breakfast and all but begging your teacher to give you five minutes to visit the Koi pond. After receiving an 'okay' you ran to said pond and crouched down on the bridge looking into the water.

"Thanks for keeping me company these past few days. Even though you're fishes, it was very nice." When you began to say goodbye individually to each fish you noticed the familiar orange and white Koi floating at the surface of the pond.

Gasping, you leaned forward trying to get a closer look at the fish you had named Taehyung. The fairly new black Koi was swimming around the dead fish, confirming your suspicions. Although you weren't sure how, you knew that this fish had something to do with the death. It gave you shivers to say the least.

"Woah, what happened to Tae?" Jungkook joined you and you looked up at his confused face before standing up.

"I... I don't know."

You knew you didn't have long so you decided to alert the caretaker about the dead fish before setting on your way back to your class and to the airport. You were aboard the plane only an hour later before you let yourself sink into a deep sleep.

Your trip was over and you couldn't wait to see your family and friends.

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Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: hi! can u write  peter parker imagine where ur tony’s daughter and you always go to visit peter. but you two haven’t told anybody about your relationship. and so you two got shopping one day and he decides to take you out on a date instead and Tony’s at the same restaurant that he took you to. and so ur trying to hide from him and stuff. and then on the same day tony shows up at his apartment and peter gets really nervous and scared that he might find out that you two are together.

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: None

You knocked on the window of Peter’s apartment. Peter’s back was turned towards you and he had his earbuds in. You sighed in annoyance and knocked again. It seemed that Peter couldn’t hear you because of the music.

‘‘Peter!’‘ you yell through the window.

Peter couldn’t hear you again which made you angrier. You started slamming the window with your first, yelling for Peter’s attention. Of course, Peter’s music was still blaring into his ears. His focus was on his phone, which gave you an idea.

‘‘You're so deaf sometimes, Parker.’‘ you sigh, rolling your eyes.

You reach into your back pocket and fished out your phone. When you got it out, you pulled up Peter’s messages and saw that he was typing something. You waited as he typed, when he sent the message, you wanted to throw your phone at the ground.

‘‘Where are you Y/N?’‘ peter texted.

‘’Are you freaking kidding me Parker? I’ve been outside your window for about ten minutes now, yelling for your attention. But you’re literally not responding!’’ you texted back.

Peter received the text and turned around, his eyes went wide as he saw you at the window. Peter took out his earbuds and threw his phone on his bed. He rushed over to the window and unlocked it. You opened it and climbed into his bedroom.

‘’About time!’’ you yell impatiently.

‘’I’m sorry Y/N! I thought that it was unlocked.’’ peter frowns.

‘’It’s okay, just.. Never do that again.’’ you sigh, brushing yourself off.

‘’I promise.’’ peter smiles.

You nod and go over to his bed, you pick up his phone and turn it on. You snicker as you saw what he was listening too.

‘’Don’t judge Y/N.’’ peter says, swiping his phone away from your possession.

‘’How’d you know what I looking at?’’ you ask.

‘’It was written all over your face honey, I can’t read minds, but I can read faces.’’ peter winks.

You were about to make a snarky remark, but it got interrupted by your stomach growling. You look up at Peter who already knew what to do. Peter excused himself and left the room, he went out to the kitchen to check the pantry for something to eat. As he scanned the pantry, there was nothing in there, it was completely empty.

‘’Aunt May!’’ peter screams, loud enough for you to hear from his bedroom.

‘’What Peter?!’’ aunt may responds, entering the kitchen.

‘’How come we’re out of snacks? This was literally full last night. What happened to all the food?’’ peter asks.

Aunt May shrugged, she didn’t know where it all went, and Peter didn’t either. Peter groaned in annoyance and went back to his bedroom.

‘’Where’s the food?’’ you whimper, holding your stomach.

‘’Turns out the pantry’s out of food. I have to go get some more at the store. You wanna come or not?’’ peter asks, opening a drawer and looking for his keys.

‘’Does one plus one equal two?’’ you smirk.

Peter laughs at your corny question and nodded his head. He finally found his keys and got them around. He swung them around on his finger and than stuffed them in his pocket. You walk up to him and slide your hand into his hand. His face started to turn red and he started to heat up.

You two have been together for a long time, but you haven’t really had the guts to tell anybody. Mostly because you’re the daughter of Tony Stark. And Peter and Tony have a sort of relationship, but you never got the nerve to tell your own father about your relationship. You’ve been hiding your relationship from the team for a long time. Peter promised one day he would tell Tony, but that deed won’t be done for a while.

Peter wanted to be super close to Tony to be able to ask for his permission.

‘’Y’know, how about we just go out and eat instead of shopping? I want to take you to this amazing restaurant that Aunt May took me out to once. I’m sure you’d enjoy it.’’ peter says, keeping his eyes on the road.

‘’If it includes food, I’m in. I am starving.’’ you whine, throwing your head back.

Peter nods and turns the car around, it took a few more minutes until you arrived at the restaurant. You enter the building and saw how fancy the scenery was, it was beautiful. You two walk up to the cashier and they walk you to a table. You two sit down and started to look at the menu’s.

‘’Everything looks so good here!’’ you exclaim, scanning all of the orders with your finger.

Your eyes shift up from the menu for a little bit and saw a group of people getting walked over to a booth in front of you. Your eyes went wide as you recognized who the group of people were. It was the team. Your main focus was your father, Tony.

‘’Oh shoot.’’ you whisper, lowering your head behind the menu.

‘’Y/N, it’s not very polite to ignore your boyfriend while you’re on a date.’’ peter says, lowering the menu from your face.

‘’Peter! My dads here with the whole entire team! They can’t see me with you!’’ you exclaim, throwing the menu back up in front of your face.

Peter turns around and looks at the group of people at the booth. Peter’s heart started to race as he saw Tony there. He turns back around and looks at you who was still hiding your face behind the menu.

‘’Y/N. We have to go. Let’s go to another restaurant.’’ peter says.

You nod and fold up the menus, you put them together and stand up. Peter pulls you close to him and you bury your face inside of his chest. You hoped that burying your face into his chest would hide your face from the team. You two made it out of the restaurant, you felt a little bit bad for entering and then leaving. But you didn’t want to take the risk, so you just traveled back to his apartment.

When you arrived, you went upstairs and greeted Aunt May, she promised to keep it a secret that you and Peter were together. Peter went back into the pantry and he gasped in surprise.

‘’The food! It’s all back!’’ peter exclaims, surprised from the appearance of the food.

‘’Yeah, I went shopping to get some more.’’ aunt may replies.

‘’Thank you so much Aunt May!’’ peter exclaims.

Peter grabs all he could fit inside of his arms. He was so excited to eat, but not as excited as you. You and Peter run to his room and he drops all of the food onto the floor. You squeal with excitement and pick up the bags of chips, you open it and start to chomp all the food. Peter did the exact same, as you ate, you talked about your lives and everything.

You two soon filled up on junk food, making your hunger go away.

‘’Mmm. That was so good.’’ peter groans, licking his fingers.

‘’I know right!’’ you smile, patting your stomach.

‘’I’m going to get some water, you want some?’’ peter asks.

‘’I would love some. And I would come with you, but I’m to full to move.’’ you smile.

Peter nods and leaves his room, as he goes back into the living room his eyes went wide as he saw that familiar figure sitting on the couch with Aunt May. Peter didn’t even notice but he completely froze, and he was frozen long enough for Tony to realize he was in the room.

‘’Oh, Mr. Parker.’’ tony comments, looking at him.

‘’Um. Mr. Stark.’’ peter greets, bowing his head at him.

‘’W-What are you doing here?’’ peter asks.

‘’Well, I just came to visit your lovely Aunt May here,’’ tony smiles, looking at Aunt May.

‘’Also, I saw you at the restaurant I recently visited. Who were you with?’’ tony asks, standing up.

‘’Oh.. Uh, just some girl I met from school. Nobody that important.’’ peter shrugs.

‘’Peter, I came here not to long ago and I heard you laughing and having fun inside your bedroom. But the thing was, your voice wasn’t the only voice I heard in there. Is somebody with you?’’ tony asks, walking towards peter.

Peter shifts his eyes to his Aunt May, they started to communicate with their eyes. Aunt May picked up his signal for help, and that’s exactly what she did.

‘’Um, Tony! Would you like some coffee?’’ aunt may asked, cutting in the middle of their conversation.

Tony stopped and turned around, he gave Aunt May and smile and said yes. She then said she needed help with making it because she forgot how to. Tony leaves Peter and Peter starts to back up as he watched Tony leave. When he was all the way gone, Peter raced to his bedroom and bursted through the door.

‘’Y/N! Your fathers here! You need to leave!’’ peter exclaims, slamming the door behind him.

‘’What?! He is?! Why is he here?!’’ you shout.

‘’I don’t know! But you need to-’’

A sudden knock came to your door, your heart jumped as you heard your fathers voice.

‘’Peter, your Aunt was wondering if you wanted some coffee too?’’ tony asked through the door.

‘’I um– Y/N, go hide in the closet.’’ peter whispers, shoving you towards his closet.

‘’What did you say?’’ tony asks.

‘’One second Mr. Stark!’’ peter exclaims, opening his closet and shoving you into the closet.

‘’Peter, what’s going on in there?’’ tony asks.

You get thrown inside of the closet and land in the middle of a pile of dirty clothes. You wanted to shriek with disgust, but that would give you away. Peter slams the closet door shut, and right when he did, the door swung open and revealed Tony.

‘’What was all that noise?’’ tony asks, looking around the room.

‘’Oh, it was nothing. Absolutely.. Nothing.’’ peter smiles nervously.

‘’Are you hiding something from me?’’ tony asks, lifting an eyebrow.

‘’No sire, no I am not.’’ peter started to rock back and forth on his heels.

‘’Hmmokay? So, coffee or no coffee?’’ tony asks.

‘’I’m good sir. I already ate.’’ peter says, patting his stomach.

‘’Okay. Well, you can continue with your.. Whatever you were doing.’’ tony says, heading for the door.

‘’Oh, and Peter,’’ tony says, turning around.

‘’Yes sir?’’

‘’I know you’re dating Y/N,’’ tony smirks.

‘’What?!’’ you screech from the closet.

‘’And I approve.’’ tony finishes.

‘’Really sir?!’’ peter gasps.

Tony nods and you burst out of the closet in excitement. You rush over to your dad and hug him with happiness.

‘’Thank you daddy! Thank you!’’ you shout.

‘’Whoaaa! Why do you stink so bad?’’ tony asks, pushing you away from him.

‘’I got shoved into a pile of dirty clothes, that’s what.’’ you say, looking at peter.

‘’Sorry.’’ peter shrugs.

Tony puts his arms back out and you run into them, Peter came rushing in after you. You had a group hug with your dad and your boyfriend, you were so glad that he approved. You loved him so much for that. And you loved Peter so much too.

The End

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