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kayr0ss · 5 years ago

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The Masterplan (Diakko)

[LWA, Diakko, kind of an AU?, funny, absolutely disastrous, nothing goes according to plan, but their friends are so supportive!!!!! ...car chase??]

Summary: Akko is planning a confession. On the other side of the playing field - Hannah and Barbara are dead-set on their best-friend getting the girl of her dreams.So of course nothing goes to plan. Not even close. It's a complete, fast-paced, adorable disaster. [Modern AU]

Akko was on a mission.

She was riding shotgun in Lotte’s car, speeding through the highways of Glastonbury city with the urgency of a government spy. It was finally go-time.

She was finally confessing to Diana Cavendish.

They’ve gone over The Plan three-times over by now—Sucy, Lotte, and herself—and the warm glow of a perfect Friday afternoon felt like an omen for good-and-romantic things to come. The time was nigh—it was now or never.

Now, Akko was no fool. She knew that Lotte and Sucy were only in it so she’d shut up about The Masterplan once and for all, but she appreciated their help nonetheless. And maybe she’d take back what she just said because Lotte seemed genuinely invested in planting the seeds of love and romance.

“Flowers. Lights. Confession.” Akko muttered to herself for the hundredth time, earning an eyeroll from Lotte (who was in charge of lights) behind the wheel.

“It will be fine, Akko.”

“It’s me!” She groaned, throwing a hand up to gesture emphasis. “Anything that can possibly go wrong goes wrong with me!”

“I second this.”

“Thanks for the support, Sucy.” Akko groaned sarcastically. “I ate way too much, way too fast in my nervousness earlier and now I’m bloated and likely ruined my appetite for our dinner!”

“Dinner?” Lotte spared her a sidelong glance, zipping through the highway and causing her passengers to lurch in their seats. “That wasn’t part of The Masterplan. You completely overlooked any sort of food-prep.”

“Kuso!” Akko groaned. “I’ll just wing it! Let’s just get those flowers.”

“Take a left here,” Sucy tapped on Lotte’s shoulders. She was a botanist and therefore assigned to help with the flowers. She made plans to arrange a bouquet with her contact at the local shop, and had reluctantly sworn an oath to forego anything poisonous—with sucked—but it was for Akko, and it was just for one night.

Time was of the essence.

Lotte drummed her fingertips against the steering wheel in anticipation when they came to halt along a stoplight. The Masterplan’s execution was set for eight o’clock, and it was already four-thirty in the afternoon.

Three and half hours.

Set-up their small backyard patio with lights.

Get ready with the best flowers.

And let Akko handle the confession.

Simple. Effective.

Ultimately, disastrous.

---

“She said it’d be just the two of you?” Barbara leaned forward, watching with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as Diana paced around her office at the hospital.

“Yes.” The blonde woman had sunk into a trance-like state of thought. Thinking. Thinking at a hundred miles per hour. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for.

“I—I’m going to confess.”

“Finally!” Hannah practically slammed her fist down the table.

“It must be done perfectly.” Diana said with conviction. “I must get her flowers, and I should at least offer to cover our meal. Do you think she likes Japanese?”

“Likes? She is Japanese! Though she might be sick of it.” Barbara shrugged.

“Or—” Hannah perked up. “—missing it terribly after having stayed in London for so long.”

Curses. They were only at ‘food’ and it was already beginning to get complicated.

“Should I just ask her?”

“No way!” Barbara gasped. “You’re gonna blow Kagari away with a surprise without spoiling anything.”

“She is rather fond of surprises.” Diana stopped her pacing to run her hand through perfect, blonde hair.

“So what’s the plan, Dia?” Hannah urged, already sharing a grin with Barbara.

“Flowers. Food. Confession.”

Simple.

Hannah was already calling the flower store.

---

“What do you mean someone reserved them already?!”

Sucy glowered at the shopkeeper, and Lotte and Akko had to physically back away as though she had grown fangs.

“I’m sorry!” The clerk raised his hands defensively. “Like, just five minutes ago!”

“After everything we’ve been through, Hendrick?! I even called that I was coming by!”

“You always buy the weird stuff you know? And besides, I’ve got other roses aside from Ecuadorian ones, I think—”

“Not settling for anything other than the best.” Sucy was determined. “Names. I need names. Who bought them?”

“I can’t tell you—”

“You can and will.”

“Look, I—”

“You two!” Sucy had spun around, locking her eyes with Lotte. “Get back and get the garden ready. I’ll deal with this mystery buyer and follow in a minute.”

“’Deal with’?” Lotte gawked. “How are you even going to—”

Sucy Manbavaran would never be outdone when it came to plants. This was personal now.

“Go!”

---

“I’ll pick them up and meet you in a few!” Hannah grinned excitedly. “Barbs, you know what to do!”

“She does?” Diana blinked, allowing herself to get dragged by the wrist towards Barbara’s car in the hospital parking lot.

“You’re not going on a date wearing your scrubs.”

“I had no such plans to.”

“Casual won’t do either!” Barbara nagged, fishing for her keys. “You’ve gotta look drop-dead gorgeous.”

“I—I don’t think it’s necessary to.”

“Shush, hon. I just want you to relax and think Akko thoughts, or whatever.”

“Akko thoughts aren’t exactly… relaxing as of the moment.”

“Fair point.”

“Where to?”

Barbara took a quick glance towards her watch and pursed her lips in thought. “Shopping. Then food.”

“Shopping—?”

“Shut up and get in the car!”

---

“She’s crazy!” Akko shrieked. “She had that crazy look in her eyes, like she’s about to poison someone!”

“Well we’re going to have to trust her because it’s five-fifteen and the patio is far from ready!”

Lotte was back behind the wheel, zooming through traffic towards her trinket shop. It was a lot less time than she was comfortable with. Lacing the gazebo with firefly lights and battery-operated teacup candles likely took longer than her mental estimate.

“How are you feeling?” She glanced towards Akko. “You’re looking pale.”

“I—I’m fine.” The brunette said in a contorted voice. Lotte brushed it off as nervousness (which was a rare enough emotion for Akko).

“You sure?”

“Yup!” Akko nodded in determination, steeling her resolve. “Kami-sama, why can’t we just be dating already?”

“Just a few more hours until you are, Akko.”

“If she likes me back!”

“Which she will.”

“But have you seen her Lotte?” Akko began to ramble.

“Many times, yes.”

“How is she even real—what am I doing?! Oh no, oh no, oh no am I seriously going to confess—”

“Breathe!”

Lotte gave her best friend the surest smile she could muster.

“She will.”

---

It was now five forty-seven.

“You.”

Sucy narrowed her eyes, staring straight into hazel. She had camped out in the flower shop, figuring that whoever placed such an urgent order would show up any minute to pick them up. True enough, a familiar woman in a white-coat with auburn hair came bursting through, shouting for her order of Ecuadorian roses.

“Sucy.” Hannah sneered, crossing her arms. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“Those flowers you ordered are mine. I got here first.”

“No way!” Hannah challenged. “I put in the call. He said they were available.”

“How can that take precedence over a client already in-store and paying on the spot?” Sucy turned her calm but heavy glare towards Hendrick, who was sweating bullets while looking between the two women.

“I already paid!” Hannah pulled out her phone triumphantly, showing the screenshot of an online payment transfer. Sucy cursed herself for not having the foresight to have done so earlier.

“I—I don’t make the rules ma’am.” Hendrick conceded, carefully presenting the lovely bouquet of twenty-four roses to the woman who happened to be Sucy’s friend—if only through the sheer force of Akko’s gravitational-friendship-pull. The poor shopkeeper looked pale, trapped between the two very different yet equally threatening auras.

“I’m leaving. Buy something else!” Hannah had turned around dramatically, stepping out through the door with her hair bouncing through the motions.

“You never told me you had online orders.” Sucy told Hendrick evenly.

“I—It was launched recently.”

“Screw that,” she said with gritted teeth. On whim, she decided to follow Hannah, walking into the street and whistling as loudly as she can towards the nearest cab.

A middle-aged man with a bushy moustache looked up from behind the window. “Where to, missy?”

“No questions!” Sucy jumped into the front seat. “Follow that car—and don’t fucking call me missy!”

---

“You’re being—what?” Barbara shrieked as quietly as she could. Just as Diana entered the dressing room a minute ago, her phone began ringing with Hannah’s photo popping up. “Chased? By Sucy? For the flowers?”

[“Yes! She’s a madwoman! Probably going to blow something up with another potion or—"]

“Don’t call me while you’re driving!” Barbara hissed, looking back towards the dressing room which was slowly opening.

Diana stepped out, looking lovely in a sheer white top and cream slacks. She asked how she looked and Barbara had quickly tossed another top for her to try, desperately trying to keep up with Hannah’s rambling on the other line.

“You look great—love the pants—try this blue one! Come on, come on! In you go, nothing to stress about!”

“Stress about?” Diana blinked, frowning. “Is that Hans on the phone?”

“Yeah, it’s all going swell!” Barbara’s voice pitched a little too high. “In you go!”

“O—Okay.”

She had practically slammed the door into Diana’s face, and with a deep breath she diverted her attention back to Hannah.

“Don’t overspeed, and why are you two having a car chase?! It’s just flowers!”

---

“Just flowers?!” Hannah repeated, aghast. “Not when it’s for one of the most important days of our best friend’s life, they aren’t!”

She took a sharp turn at the nearest street, going nowhere in particular if only to shake Sucy off. It was an unfortunately wide road and she was opposite the rush hour lane, leaving it relatively traffic free. She had no intention of breaking speed limits and was forced to stay at seventy. Soon enough, the cab pulled up at her right.

Sucy rolled down the window, looking as worked up as Hannah had ever seen her in their time knowing each other. The driver seemed like he was having the time of his life. “I’ll pay for its price plus ten pounds on top!”

“You think I’m cheap?!” She shouted back, doing her best to keep her driving steady.

“Twenty!”

“You can’t buy me, Sucy! Not for this occasion—not ever!” She grit her teeth and banked towards the left, putting a truck in between them.

Barbara was still in the call.

[“By the nines, Hannah!”]

---

“Whoa!” Akko blinked, head whipping to the side while she followed a familiar-looking SUV speed down the road, seemingly chased by a cab. “Shit’s crazy today!”

“Come on, Akko!” Lotte led her out of the trinket shop’s front and back to her parked car. It took them around forty-five minutes just trying to find the perfect set of lights and the clock was ticking. Akko’s nerves were beginning to fray, and the woman was jumpy, reckless (more so than usual) and generally hyper—

“Akko, be careful!”

—active.

By the nine.

There was a loud thud—and the resonance of something very hard bumping into metal.

That was it.

The Masterplan would have to wait.

Akko ran into a lamppost and passed out with a bleeding nose.

---

“I haven’t heard from Akko.”

It was now seven in the evening and Diana was beginning to fret. She and her friends had returned to her flat to get her ready, but she thought the brunette would at least message her. Should she send another text? She did just half-an-hour ago, informing the brunette she was heading home to get ready. Is a call too forward?

Goodness. She shook her head—why would it be too forward? They were by no means strangers. Far from it! She blushed, this whole thing was getting to her and she hated it. Deciding she could very much call Atsuko Kagari whenever she pleased, she slipped out her phone and dialed.

“She has a heart emoji after her name?” Hannah snickered.

Diana ignored it, flushing red. Her phone rang. And rang. But Akko never picked up.

She exhaled in frustration, wondering if Akko had gotten herself mixed up in another form of disaster. It wasn’t a far-fetched assumption. Or did she ditch her? No, she wasn’t like that. Was she?

Her eyes fell towards the navy-blue top she had picked from the store, and then towards the most beautiful bundle of roses she had ever seen.

It looked perfect. Except—

“Did you really get into a car chase for this?”

“Yup!” Hannah raised a fist in victory. “And I won too. Sucy just up and backed off.”

“That’s suspicious.” Barbara narrowed her eyes. “But I still insist you are absolutely insane for pulling that!”

“What matters—” Hannah crossed her arms. “—is I got the job done.”

Diana sighed, growing anxious and excited at the same time. She glanced back towards her phone. “Let’s just hope I get to give them.”

---

“A lamppost.” Sucy stared at Lotte evenly. “Unbelievable. I got into a fucking car chase only for this moron to walk into a lamppost.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

“It’s Akko. She’ll be fine. Hasn’t she broken like, every bone in her body at this point?”

Well. She wasn’t wrong. They were in the Glastobury hospital and Lotte hoped Diana would be on-duty, but upon asking the nurse’s station she clocked out early for today.

“What did Diana say?” Lotte asked Sucy.

“Huh?”

“You didn’t text her?”

“I thought you did.”

“Sucy!”

“You’re the one with her number.”

“But I—”

“Are you her flat-mates?” A young-looking doctor peered through the door of Akko’s recovery room. She broke her nose—but there was no need for a rhinoplasty and therefore she didn’t need admission. Broken nose aside, Akko was in surprisingly good health, bearing an almost-Olympic endurance which in hindsight explained her ability to recover from seemingly anything.

“Yes!” Lotte nodded diligently.

“Well you can take her home now. This one is crazy—she’s already sitting up after an hour of recovery. But I do need to warn you she’s—uh—”

“She’s?” Sucy prodded, hiding her concern under the guise of impatience.

“High as a kite?”

---

Akko was having a good time.

A good time.

She laughed, her head feeling woozy, her hands moving as though they were floating in water and—it was just so funny! By the nines this was the shit!

Her nose kinda felt funny though. Weird.

“Akko?”

Huh? Is—it’s a friend! Akko grinned. Her best friend! “Oh Lotte.”

“That’s just trippy.” Another voice said.

One eye only? Oh it must be Sucy!

“Your hair—” Akko smiled whimsically. “It’s freaking whack, Sucy.”

“Why does she still sound like herself?” Sucy turned to Lotte.

“I told you to be careful!” Lotte wailed, moving to her side to help her up.

“This is place is so bright.” Akko narrowed her groggy eyes, her head lolling about while she inspected her surroundings. Then she gasped. “Where’s Diana! This is Diana’s work!”

“She isn’t here.” Lotte placated. “And sit down—you’ll hurt yourself again!”

In the snap of a finger, Akko was done laughing and suddenly began to pout.

“I miss Diana.”

“I’m sure she’ll be here any second—”

“She said she’d go hooooome first.” Akko pointed towards her phone, sitting on the bedside of the outpatient recovery room.

Lotte sighed. “Come on, you need to go home too.”

“Can you do me a favor?” Akko asked innocently before leaning in and whispering to the two as though to share a secret. Then she broke into another grin—a charming, lopsided grin that screamed ‘painkillers!’

Lotte looked towards Sucy. The latter just shrugged. “Why the hell not? Saves her the time to go here and she’d know what to do with Akko.”

---

It was now seven-forty-six.

Barbara sped down the highway to the hospital, feeling every bit sorry for Diana who was cradling her head in her palms in the passenger’s seat. Although it was a little funny, and apparently Hannah thought so too, based on the snickering in the back.

“That’s just like her, though!” Hannah finally grinned.

Hannah was right. And honestly, Diana knew she’d be fine. But of course this would happen—and only to Akko. The world wasn’t so kind as to allow the night she finally decided to confess to be easy, right?

Dr. Strenger had dutifully informed her that a patient he recognized as Diana’s friend was admitted for a nasal fracture. All she needed to hear was ‘brown hair’, ‘red eyes’, and ‘lamppost’ and it was enough. Thankfully, it seemed Akko’s recovery was marvelous (unsurprising) and that Lotte and Sucy had accompanied her.

They pulled up into the parking lot and Hannah groaned. “Back to our workplace, yikes. You better do good by that bouquet, Diana! I almost died for that!”

She huffed, stepping into the familiar entry way dressed way too nicely for the hospital and holding a gigantic bouquet of flowers.

The receptionist blinked. A few of the nurses had turned their heads at the sight of her. “Dr. Cavendish?”

“Spare me the comments.” She lamented. “What room us is—ah.” Why was she blushing? In front of her colleagues! “Atsuko Kagari.”

“Oh, miss Akko!”

Right. Between accidents and visiting Diana, the staff knew her by now.

“She came in a pretty bad shape, but she didn’t need to be admitted. Dr. Strenger sent her home.”

“She isn’t here?”

“Actually,” the receptionist tilted her head. “On their way out she was screaming rather loudly that she was going to straight to your place?”

Her—what?

---

“I don’t think this is Diana’s house.”

Sucy elbowed Lotte, the pair of them standing behind a still-delirious Akko who rang the doorbell to a three-story tall apartment. It looked every bit as posh as its red-brick façade suggested. It was imposing. Classical. Nestled in a street of similarly luxurious dwellings that had cars Lotte had only seen in magazines—parked in garages or even right at the streets.

“But this is where Akko directed us to.” Lotte shrugged.

The door finally opened, and they tried so very hard not to face-palm.

---

“Atsuko.”

Akko grinned, feeling woozy, and reaching forward to shake the hand reluctantly offered to her. As she’s told herself earlier in the day, she was no fool. She knew she was tripping—her guess was either anesthesia or painkillers—or wait, were those the same things? Or like… not? Huh. She should ask Diana alter and—oh-right-she-was-still-shaking-Aunt-Daryl’s-hand!

“Hello!”

“A—Are you quite alright?” The elder Cavendish tentatively asked, eyeing her nose.

“Oh yah.” Akko waived a hand, giggling. “Lamppost.”

“Of course.”

Akko swore that was a little smile! It was a lot of work, but they at very least didn’t hate each other anymore. Unlike at first. Charming—that was Akko’s middle name! Actually it wasn’t, but—

“It may as well be.” Daryl commented.

Holy shit, did she say that out loud?

“You did.”

“Anyway—” Akko squeaked “—I came to visit Dia?”

Daryl blinked, then looked over to the two friends Akko had brought with her.

“I think you should come inside.”

Akko nodded, the action of it made her still-groggy head spin and eventually she lost her balance, falling forward—

—and getting caught by the wrong Cavendish’s arms. So wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Not this one!

“I’mma take you up on that offer.” Akko mumbled, apologizing profusely while she righted herself.

---

A soft 'ping' alerted Diana to a text message.

Daryl Cavendish (1)

“What on earth does she want at this hour?” Diana mumbled to herself, sulking once again in Barbara’s passenger seat. “As if I don’t have enough to worry with Akko—oh by the nines!”

The sheer volume of her voice was enough to make both Hannah and Barbara snap in attention.

8:26 Daryl Cavendish: Diana. Someone very interesting has come to visit, although I’m afraid she forgot your updated address.

“Christ.” Barbara groaned. “That’s at the opposite end of where we’re going. I love you but I’m getting real tired of driving you around.”

8:27 Daryl Cavendish: I look forward to hearing your side of this story. 8:27 Daryl Cavendish: 😉

Diana’s ears turned bright red. Hannah looked over her shoulder to read and outright laughed.

“Just drive, Barbs. Have mercy on Diana’s poor soul.”

---

“She said that?” Daryl’s eyebrows inched upwards every so lightly.

“She totally did! Diana’s a lot cheesier than people think.” Akko smiled smugly.

She had checked her nose via a mirror in the living room, and all she could do was laugh. Cause she didn’t feel like she had a nose. Or an… anything. It was so weird to move her hands around and like, not feel them moving.

Daryl paused for a moment to check at her phone. “Hm. Diana will be here shortly.”

“Yeesh.” Akko grinned, rubbing at the back of her head sheepishly. “I can’t believe I forgot she moved out last year.”

“You helped her move.” Daryl said pointedly.

“I know!” Akko shrugged. “I forgot that too. Head’s all woozy. Having a good a time though!”

“I… am glad to hear that?” The elder Cavendish turned towards Lotte and Sucy. “Are you two alright?”

The two women held up their hands, shaking their heads with jumbled responses of “Yep!” and “We’re fine!” and “Just go ahead and talk!” and “Take your time!”

---

“Well this takes me back.” Barbara peaked up at Daryl’s excessive apartment through the driver’s side window. “Alright”, she elbowed Diana. “Go get your woman!”

Diana looked absolutely spent. But also, a bit relieved. She’ll finally see her—the circumstances didn’t matter. Somehow all this craziness felt just like Akko and after hours of chasing her around she was… just excited to see her again.

She felt a swell of affection in her chest. The same feeling that pushed her to think about confessing in the first place.

“Will—Will you two come with me?”

Hannah clapped her shoulder. “You think after this entire afternoon we’d ditch on you now?”

Barbara grinned at her, encouragingly. “Come on, lover girl.”

“Please don’t ever call me that again.”

---

“Diana!”

Akko practically wept, running across Daryl’s living room (“Akko, no!”) and into the (proper) Cavendish’s arms.

“I missed you todaaay!” The brunette whined.

The reaction was a bit excessive, even for Akko, and at Diana’s confused reaction Sucy had helpfully supplied that she was—“Still high as kite. Painkillers, or whatever.”

Akko pulled back, lip trembling. “You’re so pretty.”

“Th—Thank you. Goodness, your nose!”

“Lamppost.”

“I heard,” Diana said softly, hand coming up to cup Akko’s cheek. She had been so worried. She inspected the wound with such tenderness that she could hear Barbara swooning in the back.

“Ahem.”

Right.

“Aunt Daryl. Thank you for taking care of her.”

“No worries.” Daryl replied with a lilt in her voice, smirking. “I’ve grown rather fond of this one.”

The miracles of Akko’s charm, Diana supposed.

The next thing she noticed was Sucy glowering towards Hannah—and the flowers. Her eyes widened, suddenly remembering their car-chase, and that the entire point of the evening was supposed to be—

“Easy now.” Diana said carefully, intent on alleviating whatever tension remained. “At least we know Akko’s alright.”

---

Oh she’s pretty.

What the hell! She’s already in her arms but she’s so so pretty and Akko could just breathe in the smell of her hair and oh Diana is right here!

Never-mind Daryl, and Sucy, and Lotte, and Barbara, and Hannah—Hannah?

Akko blinked, looking towards the auburn-haired woman. Then she grinned. Flowers! The sight of the bouquet triggered what felt like a distant memory through the hazy fog of her mind:

Flowers. Lights. Confession.

Diana.

She gasped.

Akko then suddenly grabbed the bundle straight out of Hannah’s hands—faster than anyone thought she could move.

“Hey!”

But she didn’t care, she pulled on Diana’s arm, urging her to look back towards her—and oh the lights were so pretty in this house—it felt perfect, it really did, the only word that echoed in Akko’s addled mind was:

Confess!

“Diana.”

She said softly, as if in a moment of clarity. She shoved the flowers towards the blonde.

“I love you!”

---

I love you.

Diana’s jaw had dropped.

She said I love you.

All she could see was the blinding grin that Akko was shooting her way and really—really Akko? Right now? In this situation?

But she couldn’t believe that she was smiling back. Because she realized she didn’t care. Akko had just told her she loves her.

This entire day was a disaster.

But she loves her.

She loves her!

Diana wants to say she loves her back. Goodness, when did her mouth stop working? She settled for pulling her closer—keeping her steady, Akko was still a little out of it—but she couldn’t help it. Diana pulled Akko in, cupping her cheek and—and—

Diana kissed her.

It wasn’t easy—she had to do so gently to avoid disturbing the gauze and plaster on top of Akko’s broken nose.

But Akko’s eyes had fluttered to a close so prettily, and she actually kissed her back. They pulled apart—Diana was suddenly aware of the people and their surroundings—and Akko looked up to her. Smiling. Surprised. And then—

Between the blood-loss, being heavily drugged, and Diana kissing her?

Akko’s eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted.

fin

A/N: Every time I write something I realized I like to focus on singular, detailed moments that are slow and soft. Then I read this hilarious twitter thread about a guy who interviewed George Clooney despite rupturing his gall bladder who got high as kite on his pain killers, and then I throught "That's some big fucking Akko energy", and likewise decided, "what if I just wrote whatever the hell I wanted and get tripping" and here we are

Hope you enjoy this - this is something a bit different for me and I just sat down for like four hours straight and spweded this out, am i ok, LOL

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saedii-gilwraeth-simp · 5 years ago

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I Knew I Loved You ~ Chapter 7

Yay, new chapter! Life update: iso is getting me down and sucking any and all motivation and inspiration from my soul so if my Jules x Emilia fic isn’t ready for ages, I apologise.

Chapter 7: Billy

~Glasgow, Scotland~

Three weeks later, Billy is woken by the loud trilling of a phone call an hour before his alarm was set to go off. He didn’t even bother looking at the contact, assuming it was Arsinoe calling from one of her morning runs. She was the only person he could think of who would disregard his sleep schedule.

“Hello?” He says groggily.

“CHRISTINE PROPOSED!” His sisters loud voice yells down the line, successfully waking him up.

“Go again?” He said, sitting up and rubbing his face.

“Christine proposed. I’m getting married Billy,” and then she squeals so loud Billy has to move the phone away from his ear but he can’t help but laugh before bringing the phone back to his chin so he could get out of bed.

“When did she propose?”

“Last night in the park and she had rose petals and lights and a sting quartet and Billy I died, you know, died,” she speaks quick and excited and Billy can’t help but smile at his sisters ramblings as he tugs a shirt on and walks downstairs to make breakfast.

“What date should I put on the calendar?”

“We haven’t decided but Billy,” her voice got serious when she said his name, “could you walk me down the aisle? I really want you there and I know dad won’t show up nor do I want him to and-“ Billy chuckled before responding gently.

“Jane, of course I’ll walk you down the aisle. You never have to ask,” she let out an audible sigh.

“Thanks Billy. I have to go but I just wanted to let you know. Oh, and Arsinoe’s welcome, Chris and I agree that she’s awesome,” the line went dead and Billy smiled. It was a good way to start his day, smiling. He was glad to hear that Jane was so happy and he carried that energy all the way through his morning until he got to his office and Christine told him a call had come in from a past client and he picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, William,” Billy scowled.

“Father. I see you couldn’t get my personal number from Arron so you wrangled my work one. What do you want?” He said tersely.

“I want to be back in your life. You and Jane both have soulmates and I want to meet them,” his father sounded oddly cheerful and Billy’s scowl deepened.

“Not gonna happen and if you go near myself or Jane, I’ll put restraining orders on you so fast you won’t even know what’s happened. The same if you call me again. Goodbye, father,” and then he hung up way too harshly. He took a deep breath in and held it before turning towards where his phone had just dinged. A photo text from Arsinoe.

The photo was of a painting he vaguely recognised from somewhere, but he couldn’t figure out where until she sent a caption.

I finished it said the text and it dawned on him. The painting was hers, a work in progress he had seen in her art room the last time he had been at her place. He had been happy to just sit and watch her paint. Christine had teased him the next morning for how chaste they were, commenting on the fact the two hadn’t gone any further than making out and sleeping in her bed - just sleeping.

But this painting had confused him when she had told him the subject. He now understood it perfectly. An impressionist style blue hallway, too clean to be anything but from a hospital. In the hallway, there were two blurs. One gold, the other red and finally, one black dot in the centre, the only clearly defined part of the painting. It was a beautiful piece and he said so back.

She sent him a smily emoji and then ‘have fun at work’ He couldn’t help but smile. How was it that she could turn his mood around so quickly.

~Six weeks~

The engagement party was in full spin by the time Billy and Arsinoe had arrived. Christine was fielding questions from people who looked like relatives and Jane was talking with some of Christine’s friends from work. But when she saw him, she excused herself from the group and skipped over to him, letting him pick her up in a hug.

“How you doin’, trouble?” Jane laughed as he let her go, moving to wrap Arsinoe in quick hug.

“You spoke to me yesterday, idiot,” he dodged as she punched his shoulder. Jane turned to Arsinoe next, “you should come meet some of our more liberal relatives. They’re eager to meet you,” and then she was pulling Arsinoe towards the centre of the gazebo they were in. Billy laughed and instead chose to greet Christine with a hug.

“Hey, future brother-in-law,” she said with a smile brighter than the sun.

“Hey, future sister-in-law. You excited to have this party over with and spend the next few months planning?” She pokes her tongue out.

“If you and Arsinoe ever get hitched, I’m gonna pull the same jokes.”

“We’ve only been together a couple of months.”

“Yeah and you have done nothing of actual note,” Christine wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Billy narrowed his eyes.

“Give up on that. It’ll happen when it happens,” Christine laughs.

“You are such the opposite of the guy I dated before I realised I was gay,” Billy hugged her to his side, talking amiably with her until Jane and Arsinoe approached. Billy’s shoulders clenched when he saw the frightened look on Jane’s face and a worried one on Arsinoe’s. Jane didn’t speak for so long that Arsinoe had to clarify the problem.

“Your father’s here,” Billy saw red as Arsinoe pointed across the crowd. Christine held Jane’s hand and Billy walked towards the monster that was his father. He could feel Arsinoe at his shoulder as they pushed through the crowd.

“William. There’s my son.” Billy was a patient person, a diplomat at heart but when someone threatened his sister, he got angry. And so when his father went to hug him, Billy punched him in the mouth.

“I told you to stay away from Jane, you piece of shit,” William Sr.’s face scrunched up in a way Billy knew meant he was about to be hit. His father lunged at him and Billy held an arm out to deflect the hit only for it to never come.

Because his father was being held down, one knee on the floor, by Arsinoe. Everything went silent and everyone just watched to see what would happen next. All Arsinoe did was lean down and whisper something that made William go completely pale. Arsinoe released his arm and he stood and fled, tail between his legs. Arsinoe stepped back to Billy and took his throbbing hand between her own scarred ones.

“Let’s get you some ice,” she led him out of the gazebo, catching a quick hug from both Jane and Christine.

“What’d you say to my father back then?” He asked, wincing slightly as the ice touched his knuckles. Arsinoe smiled gently.

“I told him I knew how to pull his spine out through his mouth and that if he came near you, Jane or Christine again that I wouldn’t hesitate to do so,” Billy looked at her, obviously so shocked that it made her laugh. “I’m kidding. I told him that I was a combat trained soldier who would show him just what it takes to survive in a war-zone if he hurt you or Jane again. I let his imagination do the rest. Imaginations are always worse,” Billy chest constricted at her words and he leaned forward and kissed her, pouring all of the love he felt for her into it. She kissed him back, one of her hands resting on the nape of his neck.

When he finished kissing her, he didn’t move all too far, instead pressing his forehead against her own.

“Would you like to stay the night at my place?” Arsinoe smiled, pressed her lips together in a line and then kissed him again.

“I would really like that. But first we should probably get back to the party,” she kisses him again before standing and, taking his unbruised hand, led him back to the party.

She was kissing his neck when he woke up the next morning. The night had been long and sweet and passionate and she had stayed the night, tangled together with him, her bare chest pressed against his ribs.

“What’cha doing?” Billy asked, groggy and only three quarters awake.

“Repaying you for all of the hickeys you put on my neck last night,” her voice was raw and gentle and she kissed him when he turned on his side.

“You know, I still don’t know the story behind all of your tattoos,” his fingers traced the Capricorn symbol on her left hip. “The rule was if I could see it, I could ask. Well, I’m seeing all of it so…” he said and watched as she took his hand.

“My sisters names so I could have them close to me, my rising sun to commemorate my time in the army, the J infinity because Jules and I were drunk and wanted to celebrate 17 years of friendship, the zodiac symbols represent my birthday, being right on the edge of both, and the paw is Braddock. And that’s it until I get another one. Maybe one for you. Haven’t decided yet,” she shrugged.

“Don’t they hurt?” She shrugged again.

“Not anymore than getting these scars did,” that was evidently true. Arsinoe’s face was not the only part of her with scars. Her right shoulder had a large burn spanning to her shoulder blade and she had a bullet shaped scar just to the left of her upper back. He traced her shoulder and kissed it. “Did you ever consider getting a tattoo?”

“Once. The first time I went with Jane to pride, I sat with her to get her tattoo and I considered getting something,” he said it casually, with very little for her to question. But of course, she did.

“Where, what and why?”

“I wanted a shield and sword just here,” he moved her hand to trace his ribs, just under where her names were. “I wanted it because Jane said that I really lived up to my name and when I looked it up the shield and sword felt right.”

“What does William mean?” She asked, her hand not moving even as he let it go.

“It means protector,” she smiles and leans forward to kiss him before rolling out of bed and pulling her underwear on, throwing one of his t-shirts over her head to wear.

“Let’s go then,” he furrowed his eyebrows and sat up.

“Go where?”

“To get your tattoo. You have so many of mine and if you would let me, I would like to have one of yours,” she goes to his drawers and rifles through, pulling two pairs of shorts out. She threw the blue ones at him and pulled the black ones up her own legs, tying them high up on her waist. She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and tied the hem of his shirt in a knot at rib level. “Come on, let’s go,” she admonishes, tilting her head at him and smiling. Feeling almost giddy, he smiled back and slid out of bed.

#three dark crowns #one dark throne #two dark reigns #five dark fates #kendare blake #queen arsinoe #billy chatworth #billy x arsinoe #jane chatworth #christine hollen #ikily

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fanficsandthings · 6 years ago

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Warmth

Modern!Davey Jacobs x femme!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: It’s prom night, and you’re lonely. Davey has a date, and you’re a little jealous.

Author’s note: I try to write my fics as gender neutral as possible, but this is definitely a female reader. Also if anybody cares, I have reference pics for what I’m imagining a lot of they’re prom outfits to look like. If anyone wants to know, send me an ask and I’ll post them. please send me an ask, i want people to see them (I just feel weird about fics with outfit pictures in them)

Your day had barely started, and you already weren’t sure if you were going to make it through the night. According to multiple sources, your senior prom was supposed to be one of the best nights of your last year of high school. Then why was it that you were miserable? You had been miserable since you woke up that morning. You thought that maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and you were dreading having to stay up so late. The misery followed you to Katherine’s house, and it was with you the whole time you did your makeup. It loomed around you as you watched Sarah in the mirror as she curled your hair.

Looking at her smile sent a familiar feeling through your body. It was a feeling you got from all the Jacobs siblings; a feeling of warmth. You don’t know where it came from, but they all had it, and it was a beautiful feeling to have. You felt it every time you saw Sarah smile as Katherine walked in the room, like the sun suddenly appeared after a week of grey skies. The feeling was there every time Les came running up to you, going on and on about something he had learned in school that day. Les didn’t take to school too well, but now and then they learned about a subject that captured his attention, and it was all he would talk about for days. The feeling radiated hotter than fire every time you spoke to Davey.

Davey Jacobs with his soft hazel eyes, his love for helping people, the way he always seemed to be wearing the color blue, his passion for every story he wrote, his commitment to his friends, and how good he looked in a tux. You had only seen him wearing a tux in photos, but even then you couldn’t deny how good he looked. Most of your friends had agreed to skip out on your junior prom, but Davey got asked by a girl he was in band with, and he couldn’t say no. She was beautiful, and her and Davey looked perfect in every picture you saw of them. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even Kath or Sarah, but you were jealous of that girl. They only went as friends, but you couldn’t swallow that little hint of jealousy that you felt.

This year Davey asked Smalls to go with him. He never fully explained why he asked her, but it was really none of your business, so you didn’t pry. You had wondered why he never even thought to ask you. He was one of your closest friends, and if he wanted to go with a friend, you seemed like a perfect choice. The thought occurred to you that he could’ve also asked Smalls to go as more than friends. They were close, and they seemed to be getting even closer lately. That thought made the cloud of misery around you darken. Davey wasn’t yours, and the way things were looking he probably never would be, but you couldn’t hide the sadness you felt thinking about him with someone else.

Sarah let out a small squeal of excitement, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You looked over at the door as Katherine came fully into the room. You had all seen each other in your dresses before, but this was different. The black fabric fit her perfectly, the skirt swaying around her legs as she walked. She looked beautiful, and you could see tears starting to form in Sarah’s eyes.

Sarah put the curling wand down on the counter and ran over to her. She picked Katherine up in hug and spun in a circle, Katherine’s dress following after her. If you could’ve slowed down time, it would’ve been the perfect shot for a romantic movie.

Katherine’s smile was pure joy as she laughed through her words. “Sarah, you’re gonna wrinkle my dress.”

Sarah stopped spinning and placed Katherine’s feet back on the ground. “You’re just so beautiful,” she said as she kissed Katherine softly, careful not to smudge either of their lipsticks.

Katherine’s cheeks turned even redder under her makeup. “You’re more beautiful than I’ll ever be, Sarah.”

Sarah scoffed. “I don’t even have my dress on yet, Kath. There’s no way I could beat you when you look like that--” She gestured to Katherine’s dress. “--and I look like this.” She gestured to her sweatpants and zip up hoodie.

Sarah’s warmth and Katherine’s sunshine were making you feel a little less miserable, but you decided that it was time for you to interject. “You both look beautiful all the time, no matter what. Now, can we get back to making me look beautiful, or are you two gonna go makeout in the other room?”

They looked at each other and both raised an eyebrow.

“No!” You almost yelled at them. “You are not ruining your makeup until at least the After Prom.”

“Fine, fine,” Sarah mock sighed. She smiled and kissed Katherine lightly on the cheek before coming back over to you. “You look beautiful too, miss. Even with your hair half done.” “Why, thank you, my lady,” you faked an accent and did your best to bow from your spot in the chair.

“Any time, ma’am,” Sarah faked the same accent and curtsied at you.

“You guys are ridiculous.” Katherine shook her head from the other side of the room. “Now, hurry up. Everyone else should be here in half an hour.”

Katherine’s house was chosen as the spot to take pictures for two reasons. The first was that she had a beautiful backyard that contained a small flower garden with an archway covered in vines and a small gazebo. The second reason was that she had the best staircase anyone could ask for to take cliche prom pictures on. One of the best pictures of the night was of Race falling off the banister onto Albert after he had attempted to slide down it.

Katherine was trying to organize everyone together to get a good group photo, but almost no one was cooperating, so you sat on a small bench in the corner of the room, waiting for your turn to join. There was a purring cat on your lap, so you were pretty content with the situation for now.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Smalls approaching you. She had opted to wear a suit instead of a dress. It was more form fitting than any of the guys’ tuxes were, and she looked amazing in it. She wore a black velvet suit jacket with a dark red bow-tie, and you noticed earlier that Davey wore a suit jacket that matched the color of her tie.

“Smalls,” you started as she sat next to you, “you look absolutely amazing.”

She let a small smile cross her face. “You look beautiful.” She glanced down at the cat in your lap. “You look like you’re covered in hair.” She grimaced a bit, looking down at her suit jacket. Cat hair stuck to velvet like it was velcro.

You laughed at the expression on her face. “It’s fine. I’ve got like 3 lint rollers to pass around. I’ll get all this hair off in a few moments. It’s just nice having a cat right now. Nellie’s good at cheering people up.”

“You need cheering up?” Smalls asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” you said, letting out a sigh. “I’ve been in a weird mood today. I’m probably just tired.” You moved your hand to scratch Nellie on the chin, her purring getting louder.

Smalls smiled at the cat, and then looked back at you. “Has Davey talked to you today at all?”

You tilted your head in her direction. “No, not really I suppose. We said hi earlier and took a few pictures together in the garden, but that was about it. We didn’t really talk about anything specific.”

“Oh,” was all she said.

“Should he have?” you asked.

“I’m not sure. He mentioned you when he was on the phone earlier, so I just thought maybe, but I don’t know.”

You thought about her words for a moment. You couldn’t really think of anything to say about that.

Smalls placed a hand on your knee. “I hope you feel better. You deserve to enjoy tonight.”

“Thanks,” you said, smiling slightly at her. You looked down at your dress, the blue fabric now covered slightly in grey hair. “I suppose it’s time to get this hair off.”

You gently pushed Nellie off your lap, then reached down and got a lint roller from the floor beside you. You handed it to Smalls first so she could get the few hairs off of her jacket. She thanked you and then walked back towards the bigger group.

Katherine was still trying to position everyone for the photo. Sarah was standing on the staircase next to Crutchie and Jack. At some point in time Crutchie and Jack had decided that they were going to match what Katherine and Sarah were doing with their outfits. Jack wore an all black suit with a bow tie to match Katherine, and Crutchie wore a white suit with a black tie to match Sarah. Sarah’s dress was simple and white, but it had pockets, and that was the most Sarah thing she could get in a dress. Sarah and Katherine stood out in different ways in their dresses, but they both looked beautiful and like they belonged together.

You finished getting the cat hair off your dress just as you heard Katherine call your name. “Stand behind Jack, next to Elmer.” You nodded and made your way up the stairs.

You didn’t really have a date tonight. A lot of your friends didn’t have dates tonight. Instead, it was decided that the ones who didn’t have dates would draw a name at random, and that would be who you’d be matching your outfit colors to. You had drawn Elmer. He went with a pretty simple black tux, his tie and pocket square matching the blue of your dress perfectly. He looked nice in it, and you complimented him again as he stood next to you on the staircase.

Davey and Smalls stood at the bottom of the staircase. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Davey put a hand on the small of her back to steady her as she accidently stepped into the stair behind her. You leaned down to talk to Jack.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you whispered.

“Yeah, sure.” He turned to slightly face you, his face quizzical.

You glanced over at Davey again. “Davey and Smalls.. are they.. more than friends?”

Jack looked down at them now. Davey had his hand on her shoulder, and she was laughing at something someone had said. “You know, I really don’t know. He hasn’t said much about it. All I know is that she asked him to be her date tonight.”

You stood up straighter. “She asked him? I thought it was the other way.”

“No, she came up to him in study hall one day, and they started whispering about something. When she got up to leave she said ‘So, prom?’ and he said ‘yeah’ and that was that. I haven’t heard anything about them dating, but he doesn’t talk much about his dating life. Why do you ask? You’re not jealous, are you?” Jack leaned in closer to you, a smirk on his face.

You could feel your cheeks starting to burn, but you tried your best to play it off by hitting him on the shoulder. “Why would I ever be jealous of Davey and Smalls? They’re cute together. I’m just wondering. We’re two of his closest friends, and he hasn’t said anything about it to either of us. Smalls talked to me just a bit ago, and she didn’t say anything either.”

You were pulled away from your conversation by Katherine yelling at everyone to not move as she handed her camera to her mom. She got in her place next to Sarah on the staircase.

You tried your best to smile through the photos, but your eyes kept switching over to Davey. He looked genuinely happy; happier than you had seen him in a while. At that moment, you decided you’d try your best to let it go, Davey was happy, and that was what mattered. You could get over whatever feelings you had inside. You could be happy because he was happy.

The rest of the of the night was spent purposefully avoiding Davey. After pictures he had tried to come up to talk to you, but you made up an excuse about Sarah needing your help with something. You had a feeling that talking to Davey wouldn’t help what you felt inside.

You sat at a table to the side of the banquet hall, watching as your friends danced with each other. They all looked like they were having the best night of their lives, and here you were, sitting alone. You spotted Davey and Smalls, who were standing at the side of the dance floor. She was pointing at a group of people that you didn’t quite recognize fully. Maybe one girl in the group looked slightly familiar. Someone Smalls knew separate from your friend group. Davey was leaning down so she could talk in his ear over the loud music.

You figured you had already had all the fun you’d be having during the night. You had danced with Sarah and Katherine, Jack and Crutchie, Elmer, and anyone else who was around you. Race tried to dance with you, but really it was just him flailing around you. He picked you up and spun you in a circle, but he moved too fast and for too long. That led to you getting dizzy, which led to you sitting alone.

You picked up your phone to look at the time. It was getting close to 9pm, and you didn’t really feel up to going to the After Prom. You texted Katherine that you weren’t feeling good, and you were going to take the subway home. It occurred to you that maybe you should text Davey to tell him that you were leaving. He worried too much over the smallest things. You didn’t want him to freak out over not knowing where you were.

Hey, I know we haven’t really talked much tonight, and I’m sorry about that. But I just wanted to tell you that I’m heading home. My head hurts, and I’m not having much fun anymore. Have a good time with Smalls.

You looked one more time at your group of friends. A few of them had scattered, whether off into couples, or with other friends that you didn’t know too well. Smalls and Davey had joined the group she was pointing to earlier. You snuck out one of the side doors, careful not to run into any of the chaperones.

Walking to the subway station, you knew you weren’t going home yet. Being alone at home would be even worse than sitting alone at the dance. No matter where you went tonight you’d be alone, but there was one place that wouldn’t make it feel so miserable.

Washington Square Park had somehow over the years became an almost sacred spot for you and Davey. You weren’t really sure how it happened, but somehow this is where you ended up anytime you needed a good place to think or needed fresh air. The restaurant that Davey took you to when your first boyfriend broke up with you was across the street. When Les ran away one evening, you found him in this park. When you almost had a breakdown one night after studying nonstop for college entrance exams, Davey walked with you around the whole park, just listening to everything you were stressed about. When Davey called you crying one night a few years ago, you ended up on a bench in the park with his head on your shoulder, tears still falling down his face.

Sitting on that same bench, you played with the fabric of your dress. It really was a wonderful blue color. You had chosen it because of Davey. It reminded you of his favorite button up shirt, and you were sure the colors would match perfectly if you held them up side by side. You thought back on what he was wearing tonight. For the first time in a long while, you hadn’t noticed him wearing any blue. You couldn’t really tell what you thought about this, it was just a weird thing; Davey not wearing blue.

You tried to resist the urge to pick up your phone, but it had buzzed a few times on the ride here, and then it buzzed a couple more. You had to see who it was.

Katherine. Hey, I hope you feel better soon. Get some rest.

I’m also sorry you had to leave so soon into this great night.

We’re having less fun now that you’re not here.

We’re all worried about you. We love you!!!

You answered back quickly. Don’t worry Kath. I’m feeling better already. Have as much fun as you want. I love you all too.

You sat in silence for just a minute when you got a text from Davey. Hey, I really wanted to talk to you tonight. I got all caught up doing stuff for Smalls, and then all of a sudden you were gone. Do you mind if I come over so we can still talk?

You answered back. Can it wait until tomorrow? I just really want to go to bed rn.

All he answered back was Yeah sure. See you tomorrow.

You don’t really know how long you sat there after that. You had turned your phone on silent, and had decided to just watch the people who were in the park at this time of night. A few of them gave you weird looks for being in a prom dress in the middle of a park this late at night, but you chose to ignore them. One little girl stared at you in awe as she tugged on her mom’s shirt. You politely smiled at her and waved. She waved back enthusiastically as her mom dragged her in the other direction.

You were looking at a couple a few benches down when someone sat next to you. You turned to ask them if they could sit somewhere else, but those words never made it out. “Davey?”

“Hey,” he said shyly.

“Hey,” you said back. “How’d you know that I was here?”

“I checked your location on my phone. Did you forget that we share locations?”

“Yeah, kinda,” you admitted. You and Davey had your locations shared with each other since it was first available on your phones. It was in part a safety thing, incase anything ever happened to either of you, and also just because you trusted each other enough to do it.

Davey went to grab your hand, but pulled back right when his fingers touched yours. He folded his hands together in his lap. “I was worried about you, because you usually wouldn’t just leave like that, and then when you said you wanted to wait to talk. You’ve never said a talk needed to wait before. It got me really worried, so I checked your location. When it said you were here, I knew something had to be wrong. So what’s bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, Davey. I just, I don’t know. I’ve felt miserable all day. And then you and Smalls. It made me feel worse.” You avoided eye contact with him, instead focusing on the ring you were twisting around your finger.

“Me and Smalls?”

You let out a sigh. “Yeah, you and Smalls. I don’t know what’s going on between you, and that’s what bothers me most. Jack doesn’t know either. We’re you’re best friends, Davey, and you haven’t told either of us what’s going on between you two.” You paused to take a breathe, half expecting Davey to interject here. When he didn’t, you continued. “I miss you, Davey. We haven’t been hanging out as much lately, and I miss you so much. Watching how you interacted with Smalls today, it made me jealous.”

“Jealous?” he finally questioned.

Your cheeks blushed a bit. You knew this would happen. You knew that if you talked to Davey, everything that you were feeling inside would come streaming out. Now it was happening, and you couldn’t stop it. “I just want to know, are you two together? Like, dating together? If you say yes, I’ll move on and get over it, or at least I’ll try my best to.”

“Dating Smalls?”

“Davey!” you practically shouted in frustration as you stood up from your bench. A few looks from strangers were thrown your way, but you didn’t even notice. You walked a few steps forward before turning around and facing him again. “Just answer my question, please.”

“No, we’re not dating.” He stood up and walked towards you.

“Then why have you been keeping what’s going on between you two so secretive?”

“She asked me to help her make a girl she likes jealous. She asked me to keep the plan a secret. You know how some of our friends are with secrets.” You did know. You had told Race one time in middle school that you had a crush on a new kid in school, and by lunch every one of your friends knew about it. “It worked too. When I left, they were slow dancing together.”

You stood there in shock for a moment. After a while, you were able to get your mind slightly wrapped around what he had just said. “So, she asked you to prom to try to make a girl jealous that she was going with someone else? That’s it? Nothing else?”

“Nothing else between us. I was just helping a friend.”

“Then why have you been so distant?”

“Cuz every time I was around you, I felt guilty about not telling you the truth about it. I thought that distancing us for a bit would make it easier, but now I see that it really just made it worse. I should’ve just told you. I know you can keep a secret. I should’ve told you, and we wouldn’t be here right now.”

You took his hand in yours, pulling him to sit back down on the bench. “The plan worked in two directions, I guess,” you said. “It made Smalls’ girl jealous enough to admit feelings, and here I am. It made me jealous enough to ruin my entire night.”

“The night’s not over yet,” he squeezed your hand gently. “I still have something to talk to you about.”

You looked up at Davey, really looked at him for the first time since he sat next to you in the park. His eyes were soft, reflections of the distant lamp lights dancing in them. His hair was damp, you assumed from sweat, and stuck to his forehead slightly. His suit jacket and vest were unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck. He looked like a mess, but he was still the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

“It’s about us,” Davey continued. A breath caught in your throat, your mind racing in different direction. “About how much I want to be with you.”

You could feel tears starting to form. You weren’t quite sure why, and you held them back as best you could. “Davey...”

Davey took both your hands into his. “I wanted to tell you tonight, but I wanted to wait until I knew Smalls got her girl. I didn’t want to ruin that plan just as it was about to finish. But then I got your text, and thought that I had ruined my plan for you. I wanted to tell you that I loved you as we slow danced. It sounds so stupid now that I say it out loud, but it seemed romantic, and you look absolutely beautiful in that dress and—“

You cut Davey off by saying the only thing you could think of in that moment. “You’re not wearing blue.”

“What?”

“You always wear something that’s blue, but tonight you’re wearing red. It’s odd, and I don’t know what to think about it. I chose the color of this dress because of you. It’s your favorite color, and I wanted you to like it, but you’re not even wearing blue.”

“I am.”

You looked at him again. “Where?”

“I’ve got socks on.” He pulled up his pant leg slightly to reveal blue socks, the same color as your dress. “I borrowed Elmer’s pocket square and went sock shopping. I wanted to match.” He blushed a bit as he pushed his pant leg down again.

“I love you too,” you breathed out, just barely above a whisper. You turned your head to look at him again. “That’s not a revelation. I’ve wanted to say that for years, but I can’t believe you found a way to wear blue for me.”

Davey smiled, and you felt like you could melt right there. “I’d do anything for you.” He pulled you to stand up again and took out his phone. He pressed a button, and music played softly through the speakers. “I still would like that slow dance.”

You agreed, resting your head on his chest as you swayed with him. You stayed like that for a couple songs, listening to his heart beat, Strangers passing by said nothing as you danced around them. You were the happiest you had been in a long time.

“Hey,” Davey said, causing you to look up at him. “I love you.”

You smiled at him. “I love you too.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his cheeks turning a slight red color. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought about kissing Davey. You had thought about it before, but you never thought it would actually happen.

“I would love it if you did,” you replied.

He leaned down slowly, careful not to bump your noses together. When his lips met yours, his arms tightened around your lower back, pulling you closer. Your eyes widened slightly with surprise, before closing them as the kiss deepened. His lips were slightly chapped and rough against yours, but this was Davey, and you loved every second of it. The warmth that admitted from him was hotter than you had ever felt it before. He pulled away too soon so you could catch your breath. Both of your breathing was heavy as you stared at each other.

“We should do that more often,” you said, smiling at him.

He let out a small laugh. “I agree.” He kissed you lightly on the forehead. “How about tomorrow?”

“It’s a date.”

#davey jacobs #davey jacobs imagine #davey jacobs x reader #newsies imagine #newsies fic #newsies broadway #newsies fanfic #newsies fanfiction #newsies #newsies x reader #My writing

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rebellingstagnationblog · 7 years ago

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“Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy” by Lindsey Stirling

For @historian-in-pearls who asked for this song to be used and for ice skating. Neither are probably what you expected, but these boys do what they want.

That was the last time Negaduck would arrange a crime because his lackeys were bored. He’d thought letting them loose, giving them a chance to metaphorically stretch their legs, would put a stop to their incessant whining and restless energy. And if Negaduck got to steal some cash from the abandoned store after Megavolt and Quackerjack had their fun, well, that was purely a coincidence.

But now he had Duncewing on his ass, ready to fight when Negaduck hadn’t even done anything. If he was going to fight against Dimwing, it had better be for a good reason. Waiting in the parking lot to enjoy the chaos and then jump in to grab a few thousand bucks was not the prelude Negaduck wanted before a battle.

Dipwing Dork ruined everything. As usual.

Swerving down the footpath, Negaduck wondered where he could hope to hide within the park. He wasn’t exactly inconspicuous wearing all these bright colors. And it had snowed a day or so ago, causing Negaduck to be an even bigger target against the white ground.

He could duck into the city. Leave the park all together and hide in urban jungle instead. Dumbwing would stay in the park, searching until he’d combed over every snow covered rock and tree. And that would be hilarious to watch, his goody-two-shoes double searching for him when he wasn’t even there.

But Duncewing would never give up. He’d keep looking for Negaduck until he found him. Even if it meant staying out all night. Which would then draw out Launchbay and Gosalyn because of course those two would come looking for the idiot if he never came home. Which would really defeat the purpose of Negaduck’s visit; it was supposed to be a small fast job. In and out then gone. The more heroes that got involved was annoying and was so not the point.

So, he had to be caught.

And if Negaduck was going to be caught, he was gonna go down with a fight.

In the spirit of making Dorkwing really work to find his nemesis, Negaduck ran towards a small cart selling candy canes and other sweet holiday assortments. The vendor and her few customers recognized Negaduck immediately, all of them darting away as the Masked Menace grabbed the sides of the cart and yanked, the set up easily crashing to the ground. He did the same to a few more stalls and carts set up along the walkway, creating a path of chaos and destruction in his wake. And hopefully setting up barriers between him and his righteous double.

Dodging behind a small copse of trees, he slid into a snowbank, hunkering down in the powder. Glancing over his shoulder for his Dudley do right double, Negaduck began to mold some of the snow into spheres.

After a few minutes, Doltwing raced through the park, gas gun at the ready and eyes trained on the ground, following Negaduck’s path.

Negaduck took aim and fired off his snowballs one right after the other. Dumbwing raised his hands over his head for protection and dodged behind a tree. When he glanced around the tree to try and see where the Masked Menace was hiding, Negaduck pelted him right in the beak with a snowball. Cackling as the snow cascaded down Dorkwing’s face, Negaduck sprang up from his hiding place and sprinted away.

Towards the center of the park. Where an ice skating rink had been set up next to the Christmas tree. Families were gathered around, parents watching their children ice skate and taking photos of the decorations.

Not his first choice, but Negaduck sort of knew how to ice skate. And it would be harder to catch him if he was on a slippery surface.

He barreled through a gazebo, weaving in between musicians playing festive music and grabbed a music stand. Shaking off the sheets dotted with musical notes, he paused at the bottom of the gazebo, weaving the stand through the railing on either side of the stairs before continuing onward.

Negaduck had pushed someone aside and grabbed a pair of ice skates from them when he heard, “Ha! Your feeble attempt to trip me up won’t work, Negaduck!”

He glanced back and caught sight of Dopewing leaping over the music stand.

But the hero had miscalculated his dismount because he slipped on the icy pavement and fell backwards, the snow exploding around him in a cloud of white.

Negaduck laughed, shoving his feet into skates. “Guess you’ll slip up even without my help!” he called, tugging the laces tight. “Make as snow angel for me while you’re at it!”

His skates secure, Negaduck leapt out onto the ice, taking a moment to orient himself before skating to the far side of the rink as everyone scattered for the entrance to escape him.

Dipwing eased himself up out of the snow, brushing off his suit as he hobbled over to the rink.

Negaduck raised an eyebrow. “Give up, Duncewing. You’ve already slipped once. Why make more of a fool of yourself than normal?”

Dumbing tucked his gas gun away with a huff. “You think a little ice is going to stop Darkwing Duck?” He grabbed a remote out of his cape and pressed a button. Which apparently gave him instant ice skates because the next second, the Terror-that-Flapped-to-annoy-Negaduck-into-an-early-grave was gliding onto the ice.

Dorking stumbled a few times, but he didn’t fall outright, which was disappointing. Skating farther away from his enemy, Negaduck scowled.

Parents led their children away from the rink, couples clung to one another as they darted out of the park, and a few brave souls had the gall to gather around the rink’s perimeter to watch, phones out to film the altercation.

Dopewing took up his position across from Negaduck, brandishing his purple cape. “Let’s get dangerous!” he cried before skating as furiously as he could toward Negaduck.

Negaduck grinned maliciously and advanced toward Duncewing. He curled in on himself, hugging his knees to his chest to get low. Hoping Doltwing would anticipate him leaping up in attack, Negaduck circled wide around his double.

Dipwing did exactly as Negaduck hoped, stretching an arm out in anticipation of Negaduck’s jump attack. But Negaduck came from underneath, grabbing Dumbwing’s wrist as he rose up to his full height. With a cackle, Negaduck yanked Dorkwing’s hand to the side, causing him to spin around and around in faster tighter circles.

Negaduck watched in glee, hands on his hips to soak in his triumph, until something snagged his cape and he was pulled down with Dopewing as the hero crashed down onto the ice with a thud, feet in the air.

The blades of Dipwing’s skates glinted in the Christmas lights, momentarily blinding Negaduck.

Wait.

Blades.

He really should skate more. A mode of transportation with built in weapons? Hell yes.

Reaching down and yanking off one of his own skates, Negaduck swung his arm back, blade aimed for Duncewing’s hand still entwined in his cape.

Something grabbed Negaduck’s wrist, stopping his attack.

Growling, Negaduck whirled around, ready to eviscerate whoever had the nerve to interrupt a fight between the hero and villain.

But all the fight drained out of him when he saw a pair of enraged green eyes.

Gosalyn. Looking as furious as Negaduck had ever seen her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her tone cold enough to rival the ice beneath Negaduck.

“He started it!” Dopewing said, rolling onto his side and pointing at Negaduck.

“Me?” Negaduck said, facing the hero with a dark look. “You were the one who chased me.”

“Because you ran!” Dipwing sat up with a groan, letting go of Negaduck’s cape.

“What else was I gonna do? Let you arrest me without a fight?” Negaduck yanked his hand free from Gosalyn’s grip and shoved his bare foot back into the skate.

“That,” Dorkwing said with a glare to Negaduck as he pushed himself up onto his feet, “would have been nice.”

Negaduck rolled his eyes. “In your dreams, Duncewing.”

“Enough you two!” Gosalyn said, standing between them and glaring at each of them in turn. “It’s almost Christmas. Can you two give it a rest for a week? Or a few days?”

“I will if he will,” Negaduck said, getting to his feet and nodding to Dopewing.

“I wasn’t the one robbing a game store!” Dorkwing said.

“Neither was I!” Negaduck growled. “Did you get a concussion when you fell?”

“Stop,” Gosalyn said, leveling a glare at both mallards. “Dad, you’re going to S.H.U.S.H. medical.”

“I’m fine—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Gosalyn snapped. “You’re going. Negaduck—”

“I know,” he said around a sigh. “I won’t come anywhere near your holiday. But tell him,” he pointed at Dipwing, “that he needs to not piss me off in the meantime.”

Gosalyn held up a hand to stop Doltwing from responding and said, “I was going to invite you over for Christmas.”

“What?!” both mallards exclaimed at the same time. Dipwing wobbled and slipped in his surprise, Gosalyn easily catching him before he crashed onto the ice again.

“I know you two will never get along, but can you at least pretend to maybe tolerate each other?” She righted Duncewing on his feet. “For one day?”

The mallards sized one another up, but they both knew they’d agree to Gosalyn’s request. Because she’d asked them to.

Dopewing was the first to recover, standing tall and sticking his beak out. “I’m okay with it.”

Negaduck snarled. “I’m excited for it.”

“You’re not as thrilled as I am,” Dorkwing said petulantly, pointing a finger in Negaduck’s chest.

“All right,” Gosalyn said, grabbing her father around the shoulders and directing him back towards the rink entrance. It was then that Negaduck realized that she was also wearing skates as she expertly glided across the ice with her father beside her. Max stood at the entrance and helped Dumbwing over to solid ground.

Once Doltwing was situated, out of the skates and walking away with Max at his side, Gosalyn skated back over to Negaduck. She must’ve caught his impressed expression because she shrugged. “I played hockey in middle and high school.”

“Which means I can’t out-skate you,” Negaduck muttered with a roll of his eyes.

“Like you could escape me even off the ice,” Gosalyn said with a shake of her head. “C’mon, Papa Wolf.” She reached for him but he backed away. Clumsily.

Gosalyn’s expression shuttered as she put her hands up in surrender. “Just don’t want you to fall,” she explained gently.

Negaduck scoffed, pretending her reaction wasn’t like a shot to the gut. Had it always been this hard to interact with her? Ever since his return from Oblivion, Gosalyn was so hesitant around him. But he wasn’t an invalid. “I’m fine,” he bit off.

“Okay.” She skated backwards — which just wasn’t fair — and motioned to the entrance. “After you.”

Negaduck straightened and slowly but surely made his way across the rink unaided. Gosalyn still followed at a safe distance.

When he reached the ground, he stumbled over to a nearby bench and sat down hard, yanking the skates off his feet.

Gosalyn was soon crouching beside him. “Do you need to visit medical, too?”

He sent her a patronizing look before dropping the skates on the ground. Like he’d ever let anyone look over his injuries.

Securing his fedora on his head, he stood.

“The police have impounded your motorcycle.” Gosalyn stood as well, her eyes fixed on his face. “You’ll want to use the park entrance by Fifth. They have the other entrances blocked off.”

Negaduck nodded his understanding and glanced around at the now empty park. Even pesky looky-loos were gone.

“See you at Christmas,” Gosalyn said with a small smile.

Negaduck hesitated, the enormity of his promise descending upon him.

He’d agreed to spend a major family holiday with Gosalyn, Dopewing, and Lordpad.

Holy.

Shit.

With a stiff nod, Negaduck hurried out of the park.

He tried to tell himself that he needed to escape from the cops and he wasn’t running away from this invitation and all it stood for.

And it even almost worked.

Image used not mine. I found it here.

#darkwing duck #Negaduck #writing #fanfiction #31 days of christmas #a very merry geronimo christmas #gosalyn mallard #ice skating #dance of the sugar plum fairy

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*Hope you don’t mind me putting these two together x*

@kaitlynw011 - Could you do a Stefan Salvatore imagine with #1 Dance with me where you've been best friends forever and he's in love with you. There ends up being a masquerade party and he confesses his feeling to you without you knowing it and then later you see his mask at his house and confess you share the feeling. Please #1 “Dance With me”

@btsxexogirl Hi! Can you do #21 where Stefan is in love with the reader?

#21 “You’ve never felt pain until you’ve felt love” (Warning: It’s very long!)

You were so excited upon hearing the news that there would be a Mystic Fall’s Masquerade Ball for a special anniversary that you didn’t know much about, you loved to dance and maybe this was your chance to find someone special since most of your friends already has boyfriends or people that interest them.

Unfortunately, your mind had been compelled to the mysterious caring guy who was Stefan Salvatore, your best friend and a well known and liked vampire among people who knew about him, but Stefan to your knowledge doesn’t return these specific feelings and you know by now that you should probably move on.

According to Damon and Elena, due to the current threat on the town, Stefan has decided to ditch the thought of going to the ball which to you was both a blessing and a curse, for the most part at least you won’t be finding the urge to focus on Stefan and his whereabouts in the chance that he’d confess his feelings to you and now, you could focus more on having fun and potentially find someone, even if just for the night.

You sighed contently as you gave a quick twirl around in your dress in front of your mirror, admiring how the silky emerald green fabric flowed gently around your legs and how your black laced mask fitted perfectly on your face and complimented your e/c eyes.

Elena was supposed to be coming over to pick you up but the plans changed thanks to Damon and you were quite grateful that Matt took up the offer to take you, being a human when your friends are mostly vampires is sometimes the worst, but at least by being with Matt you’d feel slightly safer.

You hurried to your door as your doorbell rang, blushing when Matt gave you an appreciative whistle, “Wow Y/N, you look... you look stunning!” He complimented holding out his arm for you to take.

You thanked him and quickly grabbed your purse and jacket before taking Matt’s arm as he led you to his truck. From there you made it over to the Lockwood Manor where the Ball would be held outside in the back garden.

As you both made your way to the back garden your eyes widened in awe at the sight. As it was becoming dark in the small town the lights that decorated the back garden and gazebo lit up, illuminating the place with a warm welcoming glow.

Music softly played in the background as people were already up in the cleared space dancing with their partners. “Oh, there’s Tyler.” Matt gestured to his best friend smiling and waving at him, you rolled your eyes playfully before pushing him forward, “Go, jeez you don’t need to stay with me Matt!” you exclaimed teasingly making him chuckle offering once more for him to join you which you kindly declined, waving him off to enjoy his night.

You smiled as you glanced around at the dancing couples immediately noticing Damon and Elena, only due to the fact that Damon’s silver mask was on top of his head rather than on his face, you shook your head chuckling before making your way to the drinks table where you poured yourself a serving as you observed the people around you.

“Not a good dancer or your date blew you off?” A voice called suddenly to your right as you jumped glancing towards the voice, smiling when noticing a guy in a black suit wearing a mask that covered most of his face.

You chuckled taking a sip of your drink, “Both, I guess,” You shook your head in amusement, “I came with a friend but told him to have fun, he’s more my ride home than anything else.” You spoke as you watched the mysterious stranger pour himself a drink as he stood beside you,”What about you?”

His eyes flickered towards yours, quickly raking down your body before meeting your eyes once again as he chuckled, “Last minute decision really, I was hoping to find someone here tonight, a girl who kind of, stole my heart.”

You slightly frowned at the mention of another person but then shook it off and grinned, “Well, I hope at some point tonight you do find her!”You spoke honestly because at least if one of you were to find someone it might as well be the kind stranger. Suddenly the song changed and you gasped grabbing the guys hands after you both placed down your drinks,

“Oh, I love this song, c’mon, Dance with me!” you begged as the stranger laughed but nevertheless followed you onto the clearing as he twirled you around, “I thought you said you couldn’t dance.” He chuckled remembering your earlier answer to his first question to you which made you grin,

“Just because I can’t dance doesn’t mean I don’t love to.” You giggled as the stranger once again twirled you around, “I still don’t know your name.” He spoke out of curiosity smiling down at you, as you glanced at the stranger something about him seeming oddly familiar, but before you could make the connection he suddenly dipped you down low so he was hovering above you, your breath mingling with his.

“No names, it’s a masquerade ball and for tonight, all I want to do is enjoy myself for once, enjoy your company for as long as you’ll allow me to have it.” You whispered out as he slowly pulled the two of you back up, you did not continue to dance but instead gazed into each other's eyes until he looked away with regret, “I’m sorry, if it was a different situation, if someone else didn’t already have my heart tonight would have been different, but, I just can’t.”

You frowned but nodded understanding the guys pain at being in love or having a crush, gently you grabbed his arm and decided to walk you both over to an empty bench where you both sat down, him more glumly due to your last encounter, “What’s she like, the girl who stole your heart?” You asked quietly, trying to make the tension between you less awkward as you tried to forget the previous situation.

You noticed the guy smile as his gaze met the ground, “She’s smart, yet she doesn’t seem to notice her intelligence and she’s kind, caring, she always takes care of others before herself and sometimes I wish she didn’t do it but it’s like it’s in her nature, she’s also beautiful with and without makeup, her smile could light up the darkest and dullest room, she’s shy most of the time but loves events like these, where she can go out and dress up, be a confident person, I love that about her as well, her mood could change in an instant from bad to good.”

The guy shook his head as he leant his elbows on his knees, “I’ve gone through torture before, I’ve lost so many people in my life, but what I’ve realised from reality is that You’ve never felt pain until you’ve felt love”

You felt yourself let out the breath you were holding as the guy finished his speech, a soft smile on his face, at this point you knew that you shouldn’t keep him much longer, especially since the one he love may be here, “I should really go, I hope you have a wonderful evening stranger and find the woman you love, from what I hear she’s an amazing person, and from tonight, I know she feels the same way for you and deserved a great guy like you too.” You winked before getting up.

You waved one last goodbye to the stranger before walking over to Matt and kindly asking him if he could take you home after he agreed you grabbed your jackets and made your way to your house where you stripped, changed into your comfiest pyjamas and fell fast asleep smiling because of your encounter with the stranger behind the mask.

You groaned waking up from the bright morning sun which shone through your open curtains. Slowly you pulled yourself out of bed and into your kitchen where you made yourself a nice hot cup of coffee and some toast to settle your growling stomach.

After removing the now smudged makeup from the previous night from your face and after dressing in a pair of jeans and one of Stefan’s t-shirts (shh he doesn’t know you stole it from him) you finally decided that you wouldn’t spend your day in bed but be eventful and see if anything happened while everyone was at the ball which meant going over to the Salvatore house to talk to Stefan.

You knew Stefan wouldn’t mind, being your best friend and all but you were definitely shocked when he opened the door to the Salvatore house shirtless with a case of bed head, “Oh sorry Stef, did I wake you?” You asked nervously as you tried to look everywhere except his exposed chest.

But Stefan didn’t seem to notice as he shook your head and moved aside to allow you in, “No, I just got up, sorry about the mess Elena and Damon were pretty eventful last night.” He shuddered at the thought making you laugh as you threw your back down against the wall.

Stefan gestured to the couch which was half covered in discarded clothes, “Make yourself at home if you can, I’m just gonna throw on a shirt.” He spoke before jogging up the stairs at human pace into his room.

You sighed faintly as you made your way to the couch noticing Elena’s dress discarded on the couch and then finding yourself no longer wanting to sit on it, “Sorry Elena, but if you two did it there then that’s a no go for me.” You muttered quietly as you shook your head and instead occupied yourself by looking at the pictures that surrounded the house.

You smiled noticing the young photos of Damon and Stean, some of Elena and the gang and only one with you which was the group photo you all took after graduation. You aimlessly walked over to Damon’s alcohol stash where you traced your fingers over the glass knobs until you noticed a familiar mask lying on the table.

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you picked it up recognising it as the mask of the stranger you met last night, but that was impossible if that was here, that means....

“Hey, what’d you find?” Stefan asked as he returned with a long sleeved shirt on as he made his way towards you. “Uh, this mask, it looks familiar but it doesn’t make sense...” you trailed off handing it to Stefan as he stretched out his hand.

“What doesn’t make sense?” He mumbled quietly, and nervously as he fiddled with the mask.

Instead of speaking, you glanced at the mask and then up at Stefan your brain slowly making the connection as your mouth opened in shock, "You're the stranger?" You asked in shock as Stefan nodded faintly smiling,

"And you're the mystery girl, I kind of clicked the pieces together after you left..."

"Wait, so uh... did you find the girl who, uh, stole your heart?" You were upset when Stefan smiled slowly nodding but didn't let it show as he spoke, "We talked a bit and danced, but then she had to leave, it was unfortunate I didn't realise my mistake until you left."

Your eyes darted up to Stefan who nervously chuckled as he placed the mask back down on the table before taking your hands in his, "It's you Y/N, you're the girl who stole my heart."

Instead of replying you wrapped your arms around Stefan's neck and pulled him into a heated kiss, which definitely answered his thoughts on your feels back as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You were the first to pull away as you panted heavily smiling up at Stefan as you heard him say three words to you without even opening his mouth: I love you.

Pulling him closer once again you pecked his lips softly before whispering, "I love you too, stranger."

#Stefan Salvatore #stefan salvatore imagine #salvatore brothers #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #the vampire diaries imagine #TVD #tvd imagine #masquerade #Mystic Falls

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