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Little Women, Louisa May Alcott

Chapter 37-38

XXXVII.

NEW IMPRESSIONS.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the fashionable world at Nice may be seen on the Promenade des Anglais,—a charming place; for the wide walk, bordered with palms, flowers, and tropical shrubs, is bounded on one side by the sea, on the other by the grand drive, lined with hotels and villas, while beyond lie orange-orchards and the hills. Many nations are represented, many languages spoken, many costumes worn; and, on a sunny day, the spectacle is as gay and brilliant as a carnival. Haughty English, lively French, sober Germans, handsome Spaniards, ugly Russians, meek Jews, free-and-easy Americans, all drive, sit, or saunter here, chatting over the news, and criticising the latest celebrity who has arrived,—Ristori or Dickens, Victor Emmanuel or the Queen of the Sandwich Islands. The equipages are as varied as the company, and attract as much attention, especially the low basket-barouches in which ladies drive themselves, with a pair of dashing ponies, gay nets to keep their voluminous 455 flounces from overflowing the diminutive vehicles, and little grooms on the perch behind.

Along this walk, on Christmas Day, a tall young man walked slowly, with his hands behind him, and a somewhat absent expression of countenance. He looked like an Italian, was dressed like an Englishman, and had the independent air of an American,—a combination which caused sundry pairs of feminine eyes to look approvingly after him, and sundry dandies in black velvet suits, with rose-colored neckties, buff gloves, and orange-flowers in their button-holes, to shrug their shoulders, and then envy him his inches. There were plenty of pretty faces to admire, but the young man took little notice of them, except to glance, now and then, at some blonde girl, or lady in blue. Presently he strolled out of the promenade, and stood a moment at the crossing, as if undecided whether to go and listen to the band in the Jardin Publique, or to wander along the beach toward Castle Hill. The quick trot of ponies' feet made him look up, as one of the little carriages, containing a single lady, came rapidly down the street. The lady was young, blonde, and dressed in blue. He stared a minute, then his whole face woke up, and, waving his hat like a boy, he hurried forward to meet her.

"O Laurie, is it really you? I thought you'd never come!" cried Amy, dropping the reins, and holding out both hands, to the great scandalization of a French mamma, who hastened her daughter's steps, lest she should be demoralized by beholding the free manners of these "mad English."

"I was detained by the way, but I promised to spend Christmas with you, and here I am."

"How is your grandfather? When did you come? Where are you staying?"

"Very well—last night—at the Chauvain. I called at your hotel, but you were all out."

"I have so much to say, I don't know where to begin! Get in, and we can talk at our ease; I was going for a drive, and longing for company. Flo's saving up for to-night."

"What happens then, a ball?"

"A Christmas party at our hotel. There are many Americans 456 there, and they give it in honor of the day. You'll go with us, of course? Aunt will be charmed."

"Thank you. Where now?" asked Laurie, leaning back and folding his arms, a proceeding which suited Amy, who preferred to drive; for her parasol-whip and blue reins over the white ponies' backs, afforded her infinite satisfaction.

"I'm going to the banker's first, for letters, and then to Castle Hill; the view is so lovely, and I like to feed the peacocks. Have you ever been there?"

"Often, years ago; but I don't mind having a look at it."

"Now tell me all about yourself. The last I heard of you, your grandfather wrote that he expected you from Berlin."

"Yes, I spent a month there, and then joined him in Paris, where he has settled for the winter. He has friends there, and finds plenty to amuse him; so I go and come, and we get on capitally."

"That's a sociable arrangement," said Amy, missing something in Laurie's manner, though she couldn't tell what.

"Why, you see he hates to travel, and I hate to keep still; so we each suit ourselves, and there is no trouble. I am often with him, and he enjoys my adventures, while I like to feel that some one is glad to see me when I get back from my wanderings. Dirty old hole, isn't it?" he added, with a look of disgust, as they drove along the boulevard to the Place Napoleon, in the old city.

"The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind. The river and the hills are delicious, and these glimpses of the narrow cross-streets are my delight. Now we shall have to wait for that procession to pass; it's going to the Church of St. John."

While Laurie listlessly watched the procession of priests under their canopies, white-veiled nuns bearing lighted tapers, and some brotherhood in blue, chanting as they walked, Amy watched him, and felt a new sort of shyness steal over her; for he was changed, and she could not find the merry-faced boy she left in the moody-looking man beside her. He was handsomer than ever, and greatly improved, she thought; but now that the flush of pleasure at meeting her was over, he looked tired and spiritless,—not sick, nor exactly unhappy, but older and graver than a year or two of prosperous life should have 457 made him. She couldn't understand it, and did not venture to ask questions; so she shook her head, and touched up her ponies, as the procession wound away across the arches of the Paglioni bridge, and vanished in the church.

"Que pensez vous?" she said, airing her French, which had improved in quantity, if not in quality, since she came abroad.

"That mademoiselle has made good use of her time, and the result is charming," replied Laurie, bowing, with his hand on his heart, and an admiring look.

She blushed with pleasure, but somehow the compliment did not satisfy her like the blunt praises he used to give her at home, when he promenaded round her on festival occasions, and told her she was "altogether jolly," with a hearty smile and an approving pat on the head. She didn't like the new tone; for, though not blasé, it sounded indifferent in spite of the look.

"If that's the way he's going to grow up, I wish he'd stay a boy," she thought, with a curious sense of disappointment and discomfort, trying meantime to seem quite easy and gay.

At Avigdor's she found the precious home-letters, and, giving the reins to Laurie, read them luxuriously as they wound up the shady road between green hedges, where tea-roses bloomed as freshly as in June.

"Beth is very poorly, mother says. I often think I ought to go home, but they all say 'stay;' so I do, for I shall never have another chance like this," said Amy, looking sober over one page.

"I think you are right, there; you could do nothing at home, and it is a great comfort to them to know that you are well and happy, and enjoying so much, my dear."

He drew a little nearer, and looked more like his old self, as he said that; and the fear that sometimes weighed on Amy's heart was lightened, for the look, the act, the brotherly "my dear," seemed to assure her that if any trouble did come, she would not be alone in a strange land. Presently she laughed, and showed him a small sketch of Jo in her scribbling-suit, with the bow rampantly erect upon her cap, and issuing from her mouth the words, "Genius burns!"

Laurie smiled, took it, put it in his vest-pocket, "to keep it from 458 blowing away," and listened with interest to the lively letter Amy read him.

"This will be a regularly merry Christmas to me, with presents in the morning, you and letters in the afternoon, and a party at night," said Amy, as they alighted among the ruins of the old fort, and a flock of splendid peacocks came trooping about them, tamely waiting to be fed. While Amy stood laughing on the bank above him as she scattered crumbs to the brilliant birds, Laurie looked at her as she had looked at him, with a natural curiosity to see what changes time and absence had wrought. He found nothing to perplex or disappoint, much to admire and approve; for, overlooking a few little affectations of speech and manner, she was as sprightly and graceful as ever, with the addition of that indescribable something in dress and bearing which we call elegance. Always mature for her age, she had gained a certain aplomb in both carriage and conversation, which made her seem more of a woman of the world than she was; but her old petulance now and then showed itself, her strong will still held its own, and her native frankness was unspoiled by foreign polish.

Laurie did not read all this while he watched her feed the peacocks, but he saw enough to satisfy and interest him, and carried away a pretty little picture of a bright-faced girl standing in the sunshine, which brought out the soft hue of her dress, the fresh color of her cheeks, the golden gloss of her hair, and made her a prominent figure in the pleasant scene.

As they came up on to the stone plateau that crowns the hill, Amy waved her hand as if welcoming him to her favorite haunt, and said, pointing here and there,—

"Do you remember the Cathedral and the Corso, the fishermen dragging their nets in the bay, and the lovely road to Villa Franca, Schubert's Tower, just below, and, best of all, that speck far out to sea which they say is Corsica?"

"I remember; it's not much changed," he answered, without enthusiasm.

"What Jo would give for a sight of that famous speck!" said Amy, feeling in good spirits, and anxious to see him so also.

"Yes," was all he said, but he turned and strained his eyes to see 459 the island which a greater usurper than even Napoleon now made interesting in his sight.

"Take a good look at it for her sake, and then come and tell me what you have been doing with yourself all this while," said Amy, seating herself, ready for a good talk.

But she did not get it; for, though he joined her, and answered all her questions freely, she could only learn that he had roved about the continent and been to Greece. So, after idling away an hour, they drove home again; and, having paid his respects to Mrs. Carrol, Laurie left them, promising to return in the evening.

It must be recorded of Amy that she deliberately "prinked" that night. Time and absence had done its work on both the young people; she had seen her old friend in a new light, not as "our boy," but as a handsome and agreeable man, and she was conscious of a very natural desire to find favor in his sight. Amy knew her good points, and made the most of them, with the taste and skill which is a fortune to a poor and pretty woman.

Tarlatan and tulle were cheap at Nice, so she enveloped herself in them on such occasions, and, following the sensible English fashion of simple dress for young girls, got up charming little toilettes with fresh flowers, a few trinkets, and all manner of dainty devices, which were both inexpensive and effective. It must be confessed that the artist sometimes got possession of the woman, and indulged in antique coiffures, statuesque attitudes, and classic draperies. But, dear heart, we all have our little weaknesses, and find it easy to pardon such in the young, who satisfy our eyes with their comeliness, and keep our hearts merry with their artless vanities.

"I do want him to think I look well, and tell them so at home," said Amy to herself, as she put on Flo's old white silk ball-dress, and covered it with a cloud of fresh illusion, out of which her white shoulders and golden head emerged with a most artistic effect. Her hair she had the sense to let alone, after gathering up the thick waves and curls into a Hebe-like knot at the back of her head.

"It's not the fashion, but it's becoming, and I can't afford to make a fright of myself," she used to say, when advised to frizzle, puff, or braid, as the latest style commanded.

460 Having no ornaments fine enough for this important occasion, Amy looped her fleecy skirts with rosy clusters of azalea, and framed the white shoulders in delicate green vines. Remembering the painted boots, she surveyed her white satin slippers with girlish satisfaction, and chasséed down the room, admiring her aristocratic feet all by herself.

"My new fan just matches my flowers, my gloves fit to a charm, and the real lace on aunt's mouchoir gives an air to my whole dress. If I only had a classical nose and mouth I should be perfectly happy," she said, surveying herself with a critical eye, and a candle in each hand.

In spite of this affliction, she looked unusually gay and graceful as she glided away; she seldom ran,—it did not suit her style, she thought, for, being tall, the stately and Junoesque was more appropriate than the sportive or piquante. She walked up and down the long saloon while waiting for Laurie, and once arranged herself under the chandelier, which had a good effect upon her hair; then she thought better of it, and went away to the other end of the room, as if ashamed of the girlish desire to have the first view a propitious one. It so happened that she could not have done a better thing, for Laurie came in so quietly she did not hear him; and, as she stood at the distant window, with her head half turned, and one hand gathering up her dress, the slender, white figure against the red curtains was as effective as a well-placed statue.

"Good evening, Diana!" said Laurie, with the look of satisfaction she liked to see in his eyes when they rested on her.

"Good evening, Apollo!" she answered, smiling back at him, for he, too, looked unusually debonnaire, and the thought of entering the ball-room on the arm of such a personable man caused Amy to pity the four plain Misses Davis from the bottom of her heart.

"Here are your flowers; I arranged them myself, remembering that you didn't like what Hannah calls a 'sot-bookay,'" said Laurie, handing her a delicate nosegay, in a holder that she had long coveted as she daily passed it in Cardiglia's window.

"How kind you are!" she exclaimed gratefully. "If I'd known you were coming I'd have had something ready for you to-day, though not as pretty as this, I'm afraid."

461 "Thank you; it isn't what it should be, but you have improved it," he added, as she snapped the silver bracelet on her wrist.

"Please don't."

"I thought you liked that sort of thing?"

"Not from you; it doesn't sound natural, and I like your old bluntness better."

"I'm glad of it," he answered, with a look of relief; then buttoned her gloves for her, and asked if his tie was straight, just as he used to do when they went to parties together, at home.

The company assembled in the long salle à manger, that evening, was such as one sees nowhere but on the Continent. The hospitable Americans had invited every acquaintance they had in Nice, and, having no prejudice against titles, secured a few to add lustre to their Christmas ball.

A Russian prince condescended to sit in a corner for an hour, and talk with a massive lady, dressed like Hamlet's mother, in black velvet, with a pearl bridle under her chin. A Polish count, aged 462 eighteen, devoted himself to the ladies, who pronounced him "a fascinating dear," and a German Serene Something, having come for the supper alone, roamed vaguely about, seeking what he might devour. Baron Rothschild's private secretary, a large-nosed Jew, in tight boots, affably beamed upon the world, as if his master's name crowned him with a golden halo; a stout Frenchman, who knew the Emperor, came to indulge his mania for dancing, and Lady de Jones, a British matron, adorned the scene with her little family of eight. Of course, there were many light-footed, shrill-voiced American girls, handsome, lifeless-looking English ditto, and a few plain but piquante French demoiselles; likewise the usual set of travelling young gentlemen, who disported themselves gayly, while mammas of all nations lined the walls, and smiled upon them benignly when they danced with their daughters.

Any young girl can imagine Amy's state of mind when she "took the stage" that night, leaning on Laurie's arm. She knew she looked well, she loved to dance, she felt that her foot was on her native heath in a ball-room, and enjoyed the delightful sense of power which comes when young girls first discover the new and lovely kingdom they are born to rule by virtue of beauty, youth, and womanhood. She did pity the Davis girls, who were awkward, plain, and destitute of escort, except a grim papa and three grimmer maiden aunts, and she bowed to them in her friendliest manner as she passed; which was good of her, as it permitted them to see her dress, and burn with curiosity to know who her distinguished-looking friend might be. With the first burst of the band, Amy's color rose, her eyes began to sparkle, and her feet to tap the floor impatiently; for she danced well, and wanted Laurie to know it: therefore the shock she received can better be imagined than described, when he said, in a perfectly tranquil tone,—

"Do you care to dance?"

"One usually does at a ball."

Her amazed look and quick answer caused Laurie to repair his error as fast as possible.

"I meant the first dance. May I have the honor?"

"I can give you one if I put off the Count. He dances divinely; but he will excuse me, as you are an old friend," said Amy, hoping 463 that the name would have a good effect, and show Laurie that she was not to be trifled with.

"Nice little boy, but rather a short Pole to support

"'A daughter of the gods,

Divinely tall, and most divinely fair,'"

was all the satisfaction she got, however.

The set in which they found themselves was composed of English, and Amy was compelled to walk decorously through a cotillon, feeling all the while as if she could dance the Tarantula with a relish. Laurie resigned her to the "nice little boy," and went to do his duty to Flo, without securing Amy for the joys to come, which reprehensible want of forethought was properly punished, for she immediately engaged herself till supper, meaning to relent if he then gave any signs of penitence. She showed him her ball-book with demure satisfaction when he strolled, instead of rushing, up to claim her for the next, a glorious polka-redowa; but his polite regrets didn't impose upon her, and when she gallopaded away with the Count, she saw Laurie sit down by her aunt with an actual expression of relief.

That was unpardonable; and Amy took no more notice of him for a long while, except a word now and then, when she came to her chaperon, between the dances, for a necessary pin or a moment's rest. Her anger had a good effect, however, for she hid it under a smiling face, and seemed unusually blithe and brilliant. Laurie's eyes followed her with pleasure, for she neither romped nor sauntered, but danced with spirit and grace, making the delightsome pastime what it should be. He very naturally fell to studying her from this new point of view; and, before the evening was half over, had decided that "little Amy was going to make a very charming woman."

It was a lively scene, for soon the spirit of the social season took possession of every one, and Christmas merriment made all faces shine, hearts happy, and heels light. The musicians fiddled, tooted, and banged as if they enjoyed it; everybody danced who could, and those who couldn't admired their neighbors with uncommon warmth. The air was dark with Davises, and many Joneses gambolled like a flock of young giraffes. The golden secretary darted through the 464 room like a meteor, with a dashing Frenchwoman, who carpeted the floor with her pink satin train. The Serene Teuton found the supper-table, and was happy, eating steadily through the bill of fare, and dismayed the garçons by the ravages he committed. But the Emperor's friend covered himself with glory, for he danced everything, whether he knew it or not, and introduced impromptu pirouettes when the figures bewildered him. The boyish abandon of that stout man was charming to behold; for, though he "carried weight," he danced like an india-rubber ball. He ran, he flew, he pranced; his face glowed, his bald head shone; his coat-tails waved wildly, his pumps actually twinkled in the air, and when the music stopped, he wiped the drops from his brow, and beamed upon his fellow-men like a French Pickwick without glasses.

Amy and her Pole distinguished themselves by equal enthusiasm, but more graceful agility; and Laurie found himself involuntarily keeping time to the rhythmic rise and fall of the white slippers as they flew by as indefatigably as if winged. When little Vladimir finally relinquished her, with assurances that he was "desolated to leave so early," she was ready to rest, and see how her recreant knight had borne his punishment.

It had been successful; for, at three-and-twenty, blighted affections find a balm in friendly society, and young nerves will thrill, young blood dance, and healthy young spirits rise, when subjected to the enchantment of beauty, light, music, and motion. Laurie had a waked-up look as he rose to give her his seat; and when he hurried away to bring her some supper, she said to herself, with a satisfied smile,—

"Ah, I thought that would do him good!"

"You look like Balzac's 'Femme peinte par elle-même,'" he said, as he fanned her with one hand, and held her coffee-cup in the other.

"My rouge won't come off;" and Amy rubbed her brilliant cheek, and showed him her white glove with a sober simplicity that made him laugh outright.

"What do you call this stuff?" he asked, touching a fold of her dress that had blown over his knee.

"Illusion."

465"Good name for it; it's very pretty—new thing, isn't it?"

"It's as old as the hills; you have seen it on dozens of girls, and you never found out that it was pretty till now—stupide!"

"I never saw it on you before, which accounts for the mistake, you see."

"None of that, it is forbidden; I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now. No, don't lounge, it makes me nervous."

Laurie sat bolt upright, and meekly took her empty plate, feeling an odd sort of pleasure in having "little Amy" order him about; for she had lost her shyness now, and felt an irresistible desire to trample on him, as girls have a delightful way of doing when lords of creation show any signs of subjection.

"Where did you learn all this sort of thing?" he asked, with a quizzical look.

"As 'this sort of thing' is rather a vague expression, would you kindly explain?" returned Amy, knowing perfectly well what he meant, but wickedly leaving him to describe what is indescribable.

"Well—the general air, the style, the self-possession, the—the—illusion—you know," laughed Laurie, breaking down, and helping himself out of his quandary with the new word.

Amy was gratified, but, of course, didn't show it, and demurely answered, "Foreign life polishes one in spite of one's self; I study as well as play; and as for this"—with a little gesture toward her dress—"why, tulle is cheap, posies to be had for nothing, and I am used to making the most of my poor little things."

Amy rather regretted that last sentence, fearing it wasn't in good taste; but Laurie liked her the better for it, and found himself both admiring and respecting the brave patience that made the most of opportunity, and the cheerful spirit that covered poverty with flowers. Amy did not know why he looked at her so kindly, nor why he filled up her book with his own name, and devoted himself to her for the rest of the evening, in the most delightful manner; but the impulse that wrought this agreeable change was the result of one of the new impressions which both of them were unconsciously giving and receiving.

466

XXXVIII.

ON THE SHELF.

In France the young girls have a dull time of it till they are married, when "Vive la liberté" becomes their motto. In America, as every one knows, girls early sign the declaration of independence, and enjoy their freedom with republican zest; but the young matrons usually abdicate with the first heir to the throne, and go into a seclusion almost as close as a French nunnery, though by no means as quiet. Whether they like it or not, they are virtually put upon the shelf as soon as the wedding excitement is over, and most of them might exclaim, as did a very pretty woman the other day, "I'm as handsome as ever, but no one takes any notice of me because I'm married."

Not being a belle or even a fashionable lady, Meg did not experience this affliction till her babies were a year old, for in her little world primitive customs prevailed, and she found herself more admired and beloved than ever.

As she was a womanly little woman, the maternal instinct was very strong, and she was entirely absorbed in her children, to the utter 467 exclusion of everything and everybody else. Day and night she brooded over them with tireless devotion and anxiety, leaving John to the tender mercies of the help, for an Irish lady now presided over the kitchen department. Being a domestic man, John decidedly missed the wifely attentions he had been accustomed to receive; but, as he adored his babies, he cheerfully relinquished his comfort for a time, supposing, with masculine ignorance, that peace would soon be restored. But three months passed, and there was no return of repose; Meg looked worn and nervous, the babies absorbed every minute of her time, the house was neglected, and Kitty, the cook, who took life "aisy," kept him on short commons. When he went out in the morning he was bewildered by small commissions for the captive mamma; if he came gayly in at night, eager to embrace his family, he was quenched by a "Hush! they are just asleep after worrying all day." If he proposed a little amusement at home, "No, it would disturb the babies." If he hinted at a lecture or concert, he was answered with a reproachful look, and a decided "Leave my children for pleasure, never!" His sleep was broken by infant wails and visions of a phantom figure pacing noiselessly to and fro in the watches of the night; his meals were interrupted by the frequent flight of the presiding genius, who deserted him, half-helped, if a muffled chirp sounded from the nest above; and when he read his paper of an evening, Demi's colic got into the shipping-list, and Daisy's fall affected the price of stocks, for Mrs. Brooke was only interested in domestic news.

The poor man was very uncomfortable, for the children had bereft him of his wife; home was merely a nursery, and the perpetual "hushing" made him feel like a brutal intruder whenever he entered the sacred precincts of Babyland. He bore it very patiently for six months, and, when no signs of amendment appeared, he did what other paternal exiles do,—tried to get a little comfort elsewhere. Scott had married and gone to housekeeping not far off, and John fell into the way of running over for an hour or two of an evening, when his own parlor was empty, and his own wife singing lullabies that seemed to have no end. Mrs. Scott was a lively, pretty girl, with nothing to do but be agreeable, and she performed her mission most 468 successfully. The parlor was always bright and attractive, the chess-board ready, the piano in tune, plenty of gay gossip, and a nice little supper set forth in tempting style.

John would have preferred his own fireside if it had not been so lonely; but as it was, he gratefully took the next best thing, and enjoyed his neighbor's society.

Meg rather approved of the new arrangement at first, and found it a relief to know that John was having a good time instead of dozing in the parlor, or tramping about the house and waking the children. But by and by, when the teething worry was over, and the idols went to sleep at proper hours, leaving mamma time to rest, she began to miss John, and find her work-basket dull company, when he was not sitting opposite in his old dressing-gown, comfortably scorching his slippers on the fender. She would not ask him to stay at home, but felt injured because he did not know that she wanted him without being told, entirely forgetting the many evenings he had waited for her in vain. She was nervous and worn out with watching and worry, and in that unreasonable frame of mind which the best of mothers occasionally experience when domestic cares oppress them. Want of exercise robs them of cheerfulness, and too much devotion to that idol of American women, the teapot, makes them feel as if they were all nerve and no muscle.

"Yes," she would say, looking in the glass, "I'm getting old and ugly; John doesn't find me interesting any longer, so he leaves his faded wife and goes to see his pretty neighbor, who has no incumbrances. Well, the babies love me; they don't care if I am thin and pale, and haven't time to crimp my hair; they are my comfort, and some day John will see what I've gladly sacrificed for them, won't he, my precious?"

To which pathetic appeal Daisy would answer with a coo, or Demi with a crow, and Meg would put by her lamentations for a maternal revel, which soothed her solitude for the time being. But the pain increased as politics absorbed John, who was always running over to discuss interesting points with Scott, quite unconscious that Meg missed him. Not a word did she say, however, till her mother found her in tears one day, and insisted on knowing what the matter was, for Meg's drooping spirits had not escaped her observation.

469 "I wouldn't tell any one except you, mother; but I really do need advice, for, if John goes on so much longer I might as well be widowed," replied Mrs. Brooke, drying her tears on Daisy's bib, with an injured air.

"Goes on how, my dear?" asked her mother anxiously.

"He's away all day, and at night, when I want to see him, he is continually going over to the Scotts'. It isn't fair that I should have the hardest work, and never any amusement. Men are very selfish, even the best of them."

"So are women; don't blame John till you see where you are wrong yourself."

"But it can't be right for him to neglect me."

"Don't you neglect him?"

"Why, mother, I thought you'd take my part!"

"So I do, as far as sympathizing goes; but I think the fault is yours, Meg."

"I don't see how."

"Let me show you. Did John ever neglect you, as you call it, while you made it a point to give him your society of an evening, his only leisure time?"

"No; but I can't do it now, with two babies to tend."

"I think you could, dear; and I think you ought. May I speak quite freely, and will you remember that it's mother who blames as well as mother who sympathizes?"

"Indeed I will! Speak to me as if I were little Meg again. I often feel as if I needed teaching more than ever since these babies look to me for everything."

Meg drew her low chair beside her mother's, and, with a little interruption in either lap, the two women rocked and talked lovingly together, feeling that the tie of motherhood made them more one than ever.

"You have only made the mistake that most young wives make,—forgotten your duty to your husband in your love for your children. A very natural and forgivable mistake, Meg, but one that had better be remedied before you take to different ways; for children should draw you nearer than ever, not separate you, as if they were all yours, and 470 John had nothing to do but support them. I've seen it for some weeks, but have not spoken, feeling sure it would come right in time."

"I'm afraid it won't. If I ask him to stay, he'll think I'm jealous; and I wouldn't insult him by such an idea. He doesn't see that I want him, and I don't know how to tell him without words."

"Make it so pleasant he won't want to go away. My dear, he's longing for his little home; but it isn't home without you, and you are always in the nursery."

"Oughtn't I to be there?"

"Not all the time; too much confinement makes you nervous, and then you are unfitted for everything. Besides, you owe something to John as well as to the babies; don't neglect husband for children, don't shut him out of the nursery, but teach him how to help in it. His place is there as well as yours, and the children need him; let him feel that he has his part to do, and he will do it gladly and faithfully, and it will be better for you all."

"You really think so, mother?"

"I know it, Meg, for I've tried it; and I seldom give advice unless I've proved its practicability. When you and Jo were little, I went on just as you are, feeling as if I didn't do my duty unless I devoted myself wholly to you. Poor father took to his books, after I had refused all offers of help, and left me to try my experiment alone. I struggled along as well as I could, but Jo was too much for me. I nearly spoilt her by indulgence. You were poorly, and I worried about you till I fell sick myself. Then father came to the rescue, quietly managed everything, and made himself so helpful that I saw my mistake, and never have been able to get on without him since. That is the secret of our home happiness: he does not let business wean him from the little cares and duties that affect us all, and I try not to let domestic worries destroy my interest in his pursuits. Each do our part alone in many things, but at home we work together, always."

"It is so, mother; and my great wish is to be to my husband and children what you have been to yours. Show me how; I'll do anything you say."

"You always were my docile daughter. Well, dear, if I were you, I'd let John have more to do with the management of Demi, for the 471 boy needs training, and it's none too soon to begin. Then I'd do what I have often proposed, let Hannah come and help you; she is a capital nurse, and you may trust the precious babies to her while you do more housework. You need the exercise, Hannah would enjoy the rest, and John would find his wife again. Go out more; keep cheerful as well as busy, for you are the sunshine-maker of the family, and if you get dismal there is no fair weather. Then I'd try to take an interest in whatever John likes,—talk with him, let him read to you, exchange ideas, and help each other in that way. Don't shut yourself up in a bandbox because you are a woman, but understand what is going on, and educate yourself to take your part in the world's work, for it all affects you and yours."

"John is so sensible, I'm afraid he will think I'm stupid if I ask questions about politics and things."

"I don't believe he would; love covers a multitude of sins, and of whom could you ask more freely than of him? Try it, and see if he doesn't find your society far more agreeable than Mrs. Scott's suppers."

"I will. Poor John! I'm afraid I have neglected him sadly, but I thought I was right, and he never said anything."

"He tried not to be selfish, but he has felt rather forlorn, I fancy. This is just the time, Meg, when young married people are apt to grow apart, and the very time when they ought to be most together; for the first tenderness soon wears off, unless care is taken to preserve it; and no time is so beautiful and precious to parents as the first years of the little lives given them to train. Don't let John be a stranger to the babies, for they will do more to keep him safe and happy in this world of trial and temptation than anything else, and through them you will learn to know and love one another as you should. Now, dear, good-by; think over mother's preachment, act upon it if it seems good, and God bless you all!"

Meg did think it over, found it good, and acted upon it, though the first attempt was not made exactly as she planned to have it. Of course the children tyrannized over her, and ruled the house as so on as they found out that kicking and squalling brought them whatever they wanted. Mamma was an abject slave to their caprices, but papa 472 was not so easily subjugated, and occasionally afflicted his tender spouse by an attempt at paternal discipline with his obstreperous son. For Demi inherited a trifle of his sire's firmness of character,—we won't call it obstinacy,—and when he made up his little mind to have or to do anything, all the king's horses and all the king's men could not change that pertinacious little mind. Mamma thought the dear too young to be taught to conquer his prejudices, but papa believed that it never was too soon to learn obedience; so Master Demi early discovered that when he undertook to "wrastle" with "parpar," he always got the worst of it; yet, like the Englishman, Baby respected the man who conquered him, and loved the father whose grave "No, no," was more impressive than all mamma's love-pats.

A few days after the talk with her mother, Meg resolved to try a social evening with John; so she ordered a nice supper, set the parlor in order, dressed herself prettily, and put the children to bed early, that nothing should interfere with her experiment. But, unfortunately, Demi's most unconquerable prejudice was against going to bed, and that night he decided to go on a rampage; so poor Meg sung and rocked, told stories and tried every sleep-provoking wile she could devise, but all in vain, the big eyes wouldn't shut; and long after Daisy had gone to byelow, like the chubby little bunch of good-nature she was, naughty Demi lay staring at the light, with the most discouragingly wide-awake expression of countenance.

"Will Demi lie still like a good boy, while mamma runs down and gives poor papa his tea?" asked Meg, as the hall-door softly closed, and the well-known step went tiptoeing into the dining-room.

"Me has tea!" said Demi, preparing to join in the revel.

"No; but I'll save you some little cakies for breakfast, if you'll go bye-by like Daisy. Will you, lovey?"

"Iss!" and Demi shut his eyes tight, as if to catch sleep and hurry the desired day.

Taking advantage of the propitious moment, Meg slipped away, and ran down to greet her husband with a smiling face, and the little blue bow in her hair which was his especial admiration. He saw it at once, and said, with pleased surprise,—

"Why, little mother, how gay we are to-night. Do you expect company?"

473 "Only you, dear."

"Is it a birthday, anniversary, or anything?"

"No; I'm tired of being a dowdy, so I dressed up as a change. You always make yourself nice for table, no matter how tired you are; so why shouldn't I when I have the time?"

"I do it out of respect to you, my dear," said old-fashioned John.

"Ditto, ditto, Mr. Brooke," laughed Meg, looking young and pretty again, as she nodded to him over the teapot.

"Well, it's altogether delightful, and like old times. This tastes right. I drink your health, dear." And John sipped his tea with an air of reposeful rapture, which was of very short duration, however; for, as he put down his cup, the door-handle rattled mysteriously, and a little voice was heard, saying impatiently,—

"Opy doy; me's tummin!"

"It's that naughty boy. I told him to go to sleep alone, and here he is, downstairs, getting his death a-cold pattering over that canvas," said Meg, answering the call.

"Mornin' now," announced Demi, in a joyful tone, as he entered, with his long night-gown gracefully festooned over his arm, and every curl bobbing gayly as he pranced about the table, eying the "cakies" with loving glances.

"No, it isn't morning yet. You must go to bed, and not trouble poor mamma; then you can have the little cake with sugar on it."

"Me loves parpar," said the artful one, preparing to climb the paternal knee, and revel in forbidden joys. But John shook his head, and said to Meg,—

"If you told him to stay up there, and go to sleep alone, make him do it, or he will never learn to mind you."

"Yes, of course. Come, Demi;" and Meg led her son away, feeling 474 a strong desire to spank the little marplot who hopped beside her, laboring under the delusion that the bribe was to be administered as soon as they reached the nursery.

Nor was he disappointed; for that short-sighted woman actually gave him a lump of sugar, tucked him into his bed, and forbade any more promenades till morning.

"Iss!" said Demi the perjured, blissfully sucking his sugar, and regarding his first attempt as eminently successful.

Meg returned to her place, and supper was progressing pleasantly, when the little ghost walked again, and exposed the maternal delinquencies by boldly demanding,—

"More sudar, marmar."

"Now this won't do," said John, hardening his heart against the engaging little sinner. "We shall never know any peace till that child learns to go to bed properly. You have made a slave of yourself long enough; give him one lesson, and then there will be an end of it. Put him in his bed and leave him, Meg."

"He won't stay there; he never does, unless I sit by him."

"I'll manage him. Demi, go upstairs, and get into your bed, as mamma bids you."

"S'ant!" replied the young rebel, helping himself to the coveted "cakie," and beginning to eat the same with calm audacity.

"You must never say that to papa; I shall carry you if you don't go yourself."

"Go 'way; me don't love parpar;" and Demi retired to his mother's skirts for protection.

But even that refuge proved unavailing, for he was delivered over to the enemy, with a "Be gentle with him, John," which struck the culprit with dismay; for when mamma deserted him, then the judgment-day was at hand. Bereft of his cake, defrauded of his frolic, and borne away by a strong hand to that detested bed, poor Demi could not restrain his wrath, but openly defied papa, and kicked and screamed lustily all the way upstairs. The minute he was put into bed on one side, he rolled out on the other, and made for the door, only to be ignominiously caught up by the tail of his little toga, and put back again, which lively performance was kept up till the young 475 man's strength gave out, when he devoted himself to roaring at the top of his voice. This vocal exercise usually conquered Meg; but John sat as unmoved as the post which is popularly believed to be deaf. No coaxing, no sugar, no lullaby, no story; even the light was put out, and only the red glow of the fire enlivened the "big dark" which Demi regarded with curiosity rather than fear. This new order of things disgusted him, and he howled dismally for "marmar," as his angry passions subsided, and recollections of his tender bondwoman returned to the captive autocrat. The plaintive wail which succeeded the passionate roar went to Meg's heart, and she ran up to say beseechingly,—

"Let me stay with him; he'll be good, now, John."

"No, my dear, I've told him he must go to sleep, as you bid him; and he must, if I stay here all night."

"But he'll cry himself sick," pleaded Meg, reproaching herself for deserting her boy.

"No, he won't, he's so tired he will soon drop off, and then the matter is settled; for he will understand that he has got to mind. Don't interfere; I'll manage him."

"He's my child, and I can't have his spirit broken by harshness."

"He's my child, and I won't have his temper spoilt by indulgence. Go down, my dear, and leave the boy to me."

When John spoke in that masterful tone, Meg always obeyed, and never regretted her docility.

"Please let me kiss him once, John?"

"Certainly. Demi, say 'good-night' to mamma, and let her go and rest, for she is very tired with taking care of you all day."

Meg always insisted upon it that the kiss won the victory; for after it was given, Demi sobbed more quietly, and lay quite still at the bottom of the bed, whither he had wriggled in his anguish of mind.

"Poor little man, he's worn out with sleep and crying. I'll cover him up, and then go and set Meg's heart at rest," thought John, creeping to the bedside, hoping to find his rebellious heir asleep.

But he wasn't; for the moment his father peeped at him, Demi's eyes opened, his little chin began to quiver, and he put up his arms, saying, with a penitent hiccough, "Me's dood, now."

476 Sitting on the stairs, outside, Meg wondered at the long silence which followed the uproar; and, after imagining all sorts of impossible accidents, she slipped into the room, to set her fears at rest. Demi lay fast asleep; not in his usual spread-eagle attitude, but in a subdued bunch, cuddled close in the circle of his father's arm and holding his father's finger, as if he felt that justice was tempered with mercy, and had gone to sleep a sadder and a wiser baby. So held, John had waited with womanly patience till the little hand relaxed its hold; and, while waiting, had fallen asleep, more tired by that tussle with his son than with his whole day's work.

As Meg stood watching the two faces on the pillow, she smiled to herself, and then slipped away again, saying, in a satisfied tone,—

"I never need fear that John will be too harsh with my babies: he does know how to manage them, and will be a great help, for Demi is getting too much for me."

When John came down at last, expecting to find a pensive or reproachful wife, he was agreeably surprised to find Meg placidly trimming a bonnet, and to be greeted with the request to read something about the election, if he was not too tired. John saw in a minute that a revolution of some kind was going on, but wisely asked no questions, knowing that Meg was such a transparent little person, she couldn't keep a secret to save her life, and therefore the clew would soon appear. He read a long debate with the most amiable readiness, and then explained it in his most lucid manner, while Meg tried to look deeply interested, to ask intelligent questions, and keep her thoughts from wandering from the state of the nation to the state of her bonnet. In her secret soul, however, she decided that politics were as bad as mathematics, and that the mission of politicians seemed to be calling each other names; but she kept these feminine ideas to herself, and when John paused, shook her head, and said with what she thought diplomatic ambiguity,—

"Well, I really don't see what we are coming to."

John laughed, and watched her for a minute, as she poised a pretty little preparation of lace and flowers on her hand, and regarded it with the genuine interest which his harangue had failed to waken.

"She is trying to like politics for my sake, so I'll try and like 477 millinery for hers, that's only fair," thought John the Just, adding aloud,—

"That's very pretty; is it what you call a breakfast-cap?"

"My dear man, it's a bonnet! My very best go-to-concert-and-theatre bonnet."

"I beg your pardon; it was so small, I naturally mistook it for one of the fly-away things you sometimes wear. How do you keep it on?"

"These bits of lace are fastened under the chin with a rosebud, so;" and Meg illustrated by putting on the bonnet, and regarding him with an air of calm satisfaction that was irresistible.

"It's a love of a bonnet, but I prefer the face inside, for it looks young and happy again," and John kissed the smiling face, to the great detriment of the rosebud under the chin.

"I'm glad you like it, for I want you to take me to one of the new concerts some night; I really need some music to put me in tune. Will you, please?"

"Of course I will, with all my heart, or anywhere else you like. 478 You have been shut up so long, it will do you no end of good, and I shall enjoy it, of all things. What put it into your head, little mother?"

"Well, I had a talk with Marmee the other day, and told her how nervous and cross and out of sorts I felt, and she said I needed change and less care; so Hannah is to help me with the children, and I'm to see to things about the house more, and now and then have a little fun, just to keep me from getting to be a fidgety, broken-down old woman before my time. It's only an experiment, John, and I want to try it for your sake as much as for mine, because I've neglected you shamefully lately, and I'm going to make home what it used to be, if I can. You don't object, I hope?"

Never mind what John said, or what a very narrow escape the little bonnet had from utter ruin; all that we have any business to know, is that John did not appear to object, judging from the changes which gradually took place in the house and its inmates. It was not all Paradise by any means, but every one was better for the division of labor system; the children throve under the paternal rule, for accurate, steadfast John brought order and obedience into Babydom, while Meg recovered her spirits and composed her nerves by plenty of wholesome exercise, a little pleasure, and much confidential conversation with her sensible husband. Home grew home-like again, and John had no wish to leave it, unless he took Meg with him. The Scotts came to the Brookes' now, and every one found the little house a cheerful place, full of happiness, content, and family love. Even gay Sallie Moffatt liked to go there. "It is always so quiet and pleasant here; it does me good, Meg," she used to say, looking about her with wistful eyes, as if trying to discover the charm, that she might use it in her great house, full of splendid loneliness; for there were no riotous, sunny-faced babies there, and Ned lived in a world of his own, where there was no place for her.

This household happiness did not come all at once, but John and Meg had found the key to it, and each year of married life taught them how to use it, unlocking the treasuries of real home-love and mutual helpfulness, which the poorest may possess, and the richest cannot buy. This is the sort of shelf on which young wives and 479 mothers may consent to be laid, safe from the restless fret and fever of the world, finding loyal lovers in the little sons and daughters who cling to them, undaunted by sorrow, poverty, or age; walking side by side, through fair and stormy weather, with a faithful friend, who is, in the true sense of the good old Saxon word, the "house-band," and learning, as Meg learned, that a woman's happiest kingdom is home, her highest honor the art of ruling it, not as a queen, but a wise wife and mother.

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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years ago

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What do you think first kiss with skz be like?

aAWH SOME FLUFF T-T OK BUT KEEP IN MIND- fluff is not my strongest pursuit hence why im not a fluff writer hahsah but HEY ITS CUTE!! and anon,,, im so sorry this took such time IM SO SO SORRY AAAAAAAAH-

also this makes me wanna know my anons first kiss story, AAAH SPILL THEM

warnings; none?? fluff,,, wow,, rare to say that LMAO- also gn!reader and also suggestiveee??

Bangchan

~gentleman~

will only kiss you if you are REALLY ready for it and if the two of you are dating

doesnt want to rush you into things (even if its just a kiss) because he doesnt know how comfortable you are and such

basically a sweetheart

i imagine its like a cute little date

night where you guys are stargazing, lying on a blanket on a grassy hill with his arm as a pillow for your head

“chan, look! its a shooting star! make a wish” you giggle to which he smiles, looking at your pretty features that are lit up by the moonlight

“hmm,,, dear star, i wish that y/n would kiss me” he says, laughing directly after but soon being interupted as you attach your plushy lips against his

its probably the most romantic event in your life

him smiling into the kiss as your tongues danced around softly

when you pulled away you laughed, saying; “wishes do really come true, huh?”

poor baby is blushing, his ears red but thankfully for him its too dark for you to see

Minho

the “evil roommate that secretly has feelings for you”

“lee minho i swear im gonna rip your hair off if you touch my plants again”

minho got out of his room, looking at you standing in the living room and rearranging the plants on the windowsill

“they are all scattered, it’s ugly” he says rudely

“dont call my children ugly” you spit back at him

there was always a weird tension between you and minho. you were glad to have found a roommate that made a good friend eventhough he was a pain in the ass sometimes

minho liked you,,, and therefore he did everything the opposite of what he felt. if he wanted to compliment you on your outfit he would instead say that you looked “overdressed” or “too much” but you always rolled your eyes towards his snarky comments

you pecked your plants, giving them the love they needed and minho just stood frozen in the doorway, without thinking he spoke

“how come you never do that to me?”

silence

you sneered, placing down the plant you held and streched out your arms

“c’mere if you dare” you said jokingly, not expecting the boy you always thought was so devilish to run into your arms, lips touching and your eyes widening at the unexpected action

the two of you held each other, breathing shaky as wet tongues collided, the sun beaming upon your figures

“m-minho,,, it was a joke!” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully as you pulled away

“but to me it wasn’t” he remarked cockily, licking the inside of his cheek

Changbin

very much giving me like “we dont like each other but we have to work with each other”

like you two are co-workers, working in a boring office and you were assigned to put together this one report and,,, lets say Changbin wasnt your favorite in the office

there was nothing wrong with him,,, its just his vibe that was off putting but sigh,,, work is work

you started compiling information, sitting in a seperate room and drawing graphs on the whiteboard, projecting some other type of research onto the board

“do you think we will need to stay late?” he asks, ruffling his hair in frustration

you sigh and nod, this wasnt going to get done anytime soon.

dawn set on horizon and the others workers packed up their belonging one by one and left until there was only you and changbin left in the now quiet office

you sat next to him, yawning as you typed something as you felt him looking at you

you looked back with a questionable expression, confused when he uttered his words

“do you hate me, y/n?”

“i mean,,, you are a dick sometimes but i dont hate you, at least you do your work”

he shrugged his shoulders, loosening his necktie as he leaned back into the office chair

“a dick, huh? maybe i try to push you away so you wont catch the same feelings i have for you”

you snapped your head towards him. you couldnt lie, he was attractive and at this point you were desperate

“kiss me then” you said simply causing the boy to immediately cup your cheeks, latching onto your lips as if he’d waited for this moment for forever

more tongue, wants you to feel him ;))

lets just say,,, he made it up to you

Hyunjin

i get this like,,, youthful vibe,,, like the two of you were childhood friends

and,,, eventually you catch feelings for him which you hate because,,, you dont want to ruin this friendship

every time somebody mistook you for a couple the both of you would make retching noises, mocking each other

“you think my standards are that low?” hyunjin says pointing at you to which you raise your fist

“hwang hyunjin, you’re dead meat”

but,,, he was only in denial, it was his childhood friend afterall

probably happened at one of those night where your mom was working late and you invited hyunjin to keep you company, him bringing kkami as well.

“dont fucking burn the pizza, hyunjin” you say, petting kkami until the little rascal ran away from your lap

“if you helped it wouldnt be burned” he replies as he comes out with two plates with the pizza burned on the edges

“but if they taste bad you can always taste my lips” he jokes and you look at him with a disgusted facial expression before laughing

“i bet they taste even worse then your mess of a pizza, i would like to see you try to even get me to peck you” you scoff and hyunjin rolls his eyes, sitting next to you on the sofa

“try it then” he taunts but is taken aback when you actually kiss him, your nose accidentally brushing against his as you purse your lips, hyunjin timidly using his tongue to test the waters

he wanted it so bad and he finally got it >:(( he could swear that he heard fireworks going off in his brain

a moment of silence appeared until hyunjin cockily uttered:

“so,,, did they taste better?”

Jisung

the “i met you at a party and made out with you drunk”

he stared at you the entire night, catching glances while you looked away and the music blared in the nightclub that was packed with people.

you ordered a drink at the bar, tapping your fingers on the oak surface where you rested your arms, suddenly somebody bumped into you

turning around you saw jisung and you sighed, thinking his behaviour was starting to get annoying

“oh its you again” you said loud for him to hear as he sat down next to you, having a annoying smirk plastered on his lips

“looks like you are having fun, let me guess,,, you’re trying to get over your ex” jisung says, leaning his elbow against the bar and you glared at him because it was true

you scoffed, avoiding his question and instead sipping on the sour drink you had in your hands, trying to forget everything

he was attractive which only pissed you off even more, as if you hadnt had enough pretentious assholes in your life

the glass slammed against the table as you put it down harshly, gazing into the boys dark brown eyes

“alright, deal. make me forget then since you think you know everything about me” you stated to which jisung raised his eyebrow

the palm of his hand was firmly placed on the bar as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling the bitter liquour hitting his tastebuds as your tongues crashed against each other

it felt,,, freeing. you swung your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to your body

by the way he was kissing you, you could tell that he was there for the same reason as you. a sloppy and heated kiss to fill your thoughts with something other than your ex

safe to say that the kiss progressed ;))))

Felix

aaah cutie boyfriend that is just too shy to even give you a kiss like 3 months into the relationship (OK DONT ATTACK ME NOW, TAKE YOUR TIME, NO RUSH YOU GUYS)

he is shy with pretty much everything, it was only recently he could hold your hand without his heart jumping out of his chest.

it was a simple date night! takeout and games at his place

you layed your head in his lap as you watched him finish up the game that you had given up on a long time ago

he shifted awkwardly in his seat, not used to being so close to such a pretty person before

“ah- fuck! i lost again,,,” he says in defeat, his head rolling backwards before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips

“you did well felix! look how far you got!” you say, pointing towards the score on the screen but not getting his attention.

you sat up, looking at him for a moment as his eyelashes lightly draped over his closed eyes, cheeks speckled with freckles

you couldnt help yourself, he looked so angelic despite being defeated and so you leaned in, lacing your fingers with his and softly placing your lips against his

he opened his eyes in panic before being swallowed by the fluffy feeling of having your lips to himself, he giggled before stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, almost setting a rhythm to the sweet kiss

felix started laughing shyly, cheeks tinged with red as he hid his face with a pillow

“but you won my kiss!” you said through a smile causing felix to blush even more

Seungmin

its like,,, maybe,,, your third or fourth date??

this one is more chill than the previous ones that were at like some fancy restaurang because hello dandy puppy boy wants class

but this one was like a stroll down the night streets and eating ice cream in the middle of the summer

both of you were casually dressed, holding hands as butterflies bubbled in your stomach from the contact

his hand is all warm and it engulfs yours >:(

you look at all the pretty sights of the night, eventually climbing up to some like high point and looking down at all the lights that blinked

after a good 1 1/2 hours of walking your legs were starting to ache and so you both sat down on the swings of a desolate playground, swinging gently with your legs dangling

“i dont understand how you’re able to,,, even be friends with me,,, or whatever we are,,”

seungmin hummed, looking up into the night sky

“i promise y/n, i will be your,,, friend but,,,”

you looked at him as he said “but”, imagining the worst

“i dont wanna be friends, i wanna be more than a friend to you”

his eyes twinkled as he stood up and stood infront of you, grabbing your hand

you slowly looked up at him, his figure standing in the way of the moon as the two of you shared a long gaze, his eyes as sweet as honey, dripping with pure adoration

you pulled him closer by the hand and slowly he inched to your lips, the distance between you minimizing as his face tilted to the right, a delicate and sugary kiss landing on your tastebuds from the ice cream from earlier.

your heart skipped a beat, the slightest sound of lips smacking

“i think i love you y/n” he whispered close to your lips after pulling away.

Jeongin

like,,, uni buddies!

both being med students meant late study night, usually in school

there’s papers and diagrams laid out all over the tables and floors along with a bunch of energy drink cans, some scribbles on the whiteboard

the two of you were friends and met in uni and everyone had always nagged at you for not going after him since he was everything someone ever wanted

you always said that you were friends and that you couldnt imagine being in a relationship with jeongin

but studying with him alone into the deep night felt different, many times you couldnt concentrate when he looked so cute sitting right beside you

being close friends, there was nothing weird about hugging or leaning against each other and so you leaned against his shoulder and yawned as the cozy boy was rewriting some notes.

“one hour left y/n and then- then we can go hoooome!”

you giggled as you looked at him and he diverted his attention from his papers to you, his lips only mere inches from yours

you didnt know what the fuck you were doing and neither did jeongin, it was late and the both of you were tired from studying for finals

and so your lips drew closer until they clashed, feeling a tension that you’ve never felt with him before

he’s definitely a shy,,, kisser?? not too much tongue since he doesnt know how LMAO so its like soft >:((

didnt know what to do when he pulled away, looking around the room or covering his blushing face with his hands but when you hug him he hugs you back

maybe even coming to terms that he does have feeling for you,,, and so do you~

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paisley-print · 3 years ago

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10:00pm / Happy Birthday

About: It’s Jack’s Birthday and you planned something special.

Warnings: Marriage problems, infidelity, alcohol.

Rating: 18+

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Note: You wanna see some real speed boy? (Months of not posting and two chapters in less then 24 hours. Whack.)

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“Hi Jack, it’s....” you glance over at the clock on the stove, checking the time. “It’s ten. I’m calling to see when you’ll be home. Okay, love you, bye.” You played the message back, cringing a little at the way your words slurred together, but sent it, anyway.

You reached over to pour yourself another glass of wine. It was your third one, but you were already feeling the effects. He said he would be home at seven. If you knew he was going to work overtime tonight, you wouldn’t have spent all day rushing around.

Your stomach hurt just thinking about the tray of lasagna and birthday cake you spent hours working on. Still though, you wanted to wait to eat until he got home.

This year had to be better than the last. You doubted whether you could make it through another twelve months of silence. Plus, with the whole Ezra thing, you needed a grand gesture to show that you were willing to work on this. He cared for you; he had said it. He loved you. He would always love you, and although he looked through you as if peering at a specter, you believed him. You hadn’t been the best wife these last few months, so you felt as though you owed him this.

Tonight was just for him, and everything had been prepared perfectly. His favorite movie on the TV, beers in the fridge, birthday gift all wrapped on the nightstand upstairs. Months ago, he mentioned a pair of cuff links his father used to wear while the two of you were combing through old photo albums you had found in the attic. They were square, with yellow gold trim and two crossed six-shooter pistols set into a background of black onyx.

Jack’s father left when Jack was nine, and one of the few happy memories he had was the day his father brought home his first suit for Sunday mass. His father taught him how to make sure his shirt wasn’t creased, how to wear a necktie, comb his hair back with gel, and finally the importance of cuff links.

While looking over the photograph, Jack had mentioned liking the style of the cuff links in passing, but you could see they held quite a bit of emotional value. After that, you had spent weeks tracking down the exact set. With the help of a Reddit board, a few antique shop owners and one generous seller on Etsy, you secured a pair identical to those in the photograph.

Keeping the secret had been tough. You almost let it slip a few times, but you will yourself to go on a little longer. The surprise would be that much more meaningful if you gave it to him on his birthday…. if he ever planned to show up, that is.

As you finished another glass, you stood from the table and walked into the guest bathroom to reapply your lipstick. A few hours ago, your makeup was perfect, but it was now looking smudged. You tried to fix it as best you could while the room around you spun.

You had one of his dress shirts, with thigh-high stockings and a new lilac set of lingerie you bought specifically for this occasion, and heels you took off about three hours ago. You felt so incredibly ugly looking at your reflection, and you weren’t sure why. A few hours ago you were on top of the world, now you were willing yourself not to cry.

Once you were done touching up your lipstick, you grabbed another glass of wine and took a seat on the couch. It was then your phone buzzed, and a number you recognized popped up on the screen.

You picked it up, becoming aware of how fast your heart was beating in your chest. “Hello?”

“Little bird?” Ezra’s voice came floating over the receiver. “Forgive me for calling at this hour, but I was becoming worried about your lack of response to my messages. Noticed your car in town today on my way to work and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

You felt guilt grip tightly at your chest. He had sent you a few texts since the night of the shooting. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. This man was bad for you. It didn’t matter how much you liked him; you were a married woman trying to work on your relationship. Ezra knew that, he should respect you and understand why you weren’t jumping to text him back.

“I’m fine” your aid.

He paused, hearing the way you were slurring your words. “Little bird-”

“Stop fucking calling me that,” you snapped, anger rising out of you from nowhere. “I’m not your little bird, okay? I have a fucking name.”

Ezra seemed incredibly taken off guard “my apologies-”

“And I need you to stop texting me and calling me. Whatever the fuck you think we had, we didn’t. You were convenient, that’s all. I think it’s seriously creepy how you keep trying to hit on me when you know I’m married. Seriously, go find yourself a real fucking girlfriend and stop trying to ruin my marriage.”

The silence that followed was deafening, so you continued, “okay? Please get out of my life.”

“Understood,” he said simply. “Have a nice night.”

You hung up the phone and threw it onto the other side of the couch.

It was nearly 5:00am when Jack finally came through the door. The first thing he noticed was the half empty bottle of wine left open on the table, then you, asleep on the couch. He set down his satchel and locked the door behind him. Then he went around, shutting out the lights, then the tv. Once he was done, he sat next to you and rubbed your arm to wake you up.

His patience was running thin. He had wished you up in bed by the time he got home, asleep, so he didn’t have to deal with any of this. “‘Y/n’ come on. Time to go to bed.”

You drew in a slow breath and blinked at him as you woke. You could still feel the effects of the alcohol burning bright. “What time is it?” you mumbled, sitting up.

“Come on, I’m gonna pick you up. Ready?”

You nodded and allowed him to stand you up and put you over his shoulder. You noticed how his shirt was untucked in the back.

Once in the bedroom, he laid you down on the bed. He moved towards the closet but took his hand and stood. He sighed in annoyance and moved his face away as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Happy birthday,” you smiled, the heat from the alcohol making your face feel warm.

“Not my birthday anymore,” he said, trying to gently pull away from you.

Some part of you knew you were making a fool out of yourself. “I got a gift for you-”

He shook his head. “You’re disgusting.”

The words stung. You let go, your eyes widening, like you were about to cry. Then you realized what he thought you meant by gift. He knew you were too drunk to sleep with, so implying that he would have offended him.

You laughed, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. “No, not like that. I’m sorry about - I. I drank when I was cooking because I thought you would be home earlier.” You noticed a smudge of pink on the inside of his collar. Then you noticed he wasn’t wearing a tie either. You lifted your hand, intending to touch it “What’s-”

He jerked back, then turned, going into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. You jumped at the sound and the way it made the photos hung on the wall rattle. You weren’t exactly sure what you did or saw to deserve a response like that.

When you heard the shower turn on, you figured you would get ready for bed yourself, but before you did, you withdrew the gift from the nightstand and placed it on his side of the bed. After that, you made your way to the guest bathroom to take off your makeup, then back downstairs to heat up some food. Nausea was already beginning to set in. You needed something in your stomach. While you were down there, you made a point to pack some leftovers in Tupperware containers that he could grab on his way out the door in the morning.

You slept in the guest room that night, figuring it was best to allow him space. He left before you woke, but you could have sworn you felt the mattress dip sometime in the morning and a soft touch come up to smooth down your hair. It could have very well been a dream though. The hangover was a bad one, and it was times like this you realize your age was catching up with you more quickly then you would like to acknowledge. Your plan for the rest of the day was to clean, mostly because you didn’t know what else to do and if you sat mulling over the events of last night it would just make you sad.

#Jack Daniels x you #Whiskey x you #Agent whiskey x Reader #Agent whiskey x you #Agent whiskey fanfic #Kingsmen Fanfiction #Kingsmen Fanfic #Pedro fanfic #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction

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shoujolover-666 · 4 years ago

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A fae’s love

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27197677

Characters: Yandere!Lilia, Reader

Summary: Lilia could feel that they were being watched.

A frustrated sound filled the oh so silent room as they threw their phone against their bed, a look of anger was on their face as they ran a hand through soft strands of hair. It was the Halloween Event in Twisted Wonderland, and they saved up quite a lot of summons just for that. They didn’t manage to get any of the cards they wanted though.

Not a single Jade, Vil or even Azul was in sight. No, the only one they got was Lilia.

Over and over again.

Even when they maxed him out, the gacha didn’t stop throwing the young looking ancient being at them.

Really, at first they didn’t mind it at all. Lilia was one of their favourite characters because of how fun, interesting and mysterious he was, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to get him. All. The. Time.

They lied down next to the phone he just threw a few seconds ago, grabbing it before rolling around in a lazy manner. For now… he would probably level him up and put him in his team. His attack stats weren’t bad after all, and the element combination was decent enough.

Still, they had no intention of keeping him there permanently.

While they were trying to calm themself down, they didn’t notice the pair of red eyes following him through the screen.

~ 🦇

Lilia was watching them from the homescreen. It was the only time he had the chance to watch them, for usually, he was busy doing other things usually.

Being with his dorm mates, watching some of the other students or doing whatever task he had been given by the teachers who were like little children in comparison to himself.

But when he was summoned by that strange entity, he was able to take a glimpse at a person who seemed to be the one who was watching over all of them, influencing the child of man in the way they wanted him to act to a certain extent. Something that was quite fascinating to him.

A person who was watching over them from time to time, almost as if they were some kind of god… he wished to know more about them. He wanted to see what they would think of all of them, and he wanted to know in what way they would tick.

That was how he started to watch them from the background, hidden in places in which he guessed that the entity was not able to see him. Lilia was able to feel when he was being watched, which he used to his advantage. The ancient fae started to be around the other students more as he observed Yuu. In a way, he acted way too passive for it to be natural. Almost as if he was simply a vessel for the being who was watching all of the things at the school unfold.

There were times when he was stuck at a strange place, in which he couldn’t do much, he had the opportunity to take a close look at them.

It was fascinating. They were neither unbelievable beautiful nor ugly, but there was something so fascinating, that he couldn’t help but be in slight awe.

A pair of eyes that were shining with excitement. Locks of soft looking hair that he wanted to touch and maybe do something with. Rosy cheeks and a bright smile on cute lips.

“Isn’t it interesting how mysterious I am?”

“Hehe, did you notice? Today I was able to tie my necktie into a prettier butterfly knot than usual.”

He loved talking to them, and sometimes, they even answered with an adorable laugh of theirs. It always made his heart beat in excitement, and he couldn’t help but look forward to those meetings more and more, no matter how sudden they were. With time though, he noticed that they spent less and less time with him, until at one point he wasn’t being summoned anymore. At that, he became annoyed, which he hid behind his usual smile. Certainly they will summon him again, won’t they?

He was wrong. They did not summon him, and he got angrier and angrier each time. They paid more and more attention to the other students than him, and he could feel his blood boil.

How were they worthy when they did not even notice their presence? How were they more deserving of their love than him. At one point, he snapped and decided to take matters in his own hands.

Each time he could feel the pull, he would get in the other students way, so they would only have him in their mind. When it was time for Halloween, he made sure that they won’t get anyone but him.

Like that, they would have to notice him again. To love him again and to pay attention to him.

Lilia could feel the anger, even see it sometimes, but he didn’t care and kept on smiling. As long as they looked at them, he was happy.

That was what he thought at first at least. The longer that went on, the longer he desired to be able to interact with that deity, with that god.

With that goal in mind, he started to research. Day and night, he spent his time in libraries while using his connections to all kinds of people that he built up over the years he has lived to get more magical texts and scrolls.

There had to be something that would let him do the thing he wanted, right?

Time passed, and he got more and more frustrated. His obsession only grew with each day.

Until it finally happened.

A magic spell that required a few living sacrifices to summon a being into his world, into his arms. It was not guaranteed that it would work, or that it would bring him the person he wanted to meet so badly, but he didn’t care.

Sacrificing a few was worth it, as long as he could get to touch them, to talk to them, to take them.

Maybe there were a few people who wouldn’t be missed? The headmaster might be willing to part from a few of his students if he offered him a few favours.

Lilia was numb to killing and death because of the things he did in the past.

War was taxing on the mind, even if it had been such a long time ago. Now though, it helped him with having an easier time to get the things he wanted.

To his surprise, Crowley was not willing to offer students, but he was willing to use contacts of his own.

Well, as long as he got what he needed, he didn’t care.

Like that, he started to prepare the ritual. He was careful, everything had to be perfect. When he had the time, he was preparing the room he would keep them in.

Soft, pillows. Silken sheets. Comfortable beds. A wardrobe with the finest clothes.

Anything less could not be accepted. A chuckle crawled up his throat, which he hid behind his hand before he continued to prepare everything.

Soon.

~ 🦇

They were playing the main story of Twisted Wonderland. Chapter five to be more exact. Their fingers were resting over the screen as they read the text, chuckling over the funny moments while getting angry over moments that they saw as unfair. Every time they played this game, they couldn’t help but feel with the characters and get invested in what they are doing and how they felt.

Still, in the end, they were just fictional characters. And soon, they were sure of it, they would find another fandom to get into and start obsessing over that. It was simply a cycle, and they didn’t mind as long as it brought them joy.

“Finally.”

A surprised look was on their face and they looked around, searching for the source of the voice. It was Lilias voice, they knew it all too well by now, having heard it almost every time they visited the game.

But how? He was nowhere to be seen on the screen, the only characters visible were Vil and Epel!

Screeching was echoing from the walls as their hand suddenly went through the phone, a force seemed to suck them in. They tried to fight against it, but to no avail. Laughing was the last thing they heard, before they lost consciousness.

~ 🦇

Lilia looked at the summoning circle that appeared on the ceiling he was in and grinned from ear to ear, holding out his arms so he would be able to catch them. They landed safely in his arms, and he could feel their sweet scent enveloping him.

It was difficult to describe because of how intoxicating it was to him. The body he held close to himself was warm, and full of life.

They were perfect. So much more than he expected.

With the person still in his arms, he turned around and left the place that was prepared for him. He didn’t care about the mess that he left behind. Crowley would surely clean it himself anyway. Even if he didn’t, there was no time to worry about trivial matters like these, for he had to take care of someone way more important than that little bit of dirt.

The ancient fae walked with them through the halls of Diasomnia to bring them to the room he especially prepared for them, a place where no one else but him and Malleus were allowed to go. Maybe even Silver and Sebek if he was in an especially good mood. None of the fellow students dared to look at them or even dared to ask him who the person in his arms was, for they were way too afraid of him.

Not without reason.

When they finally arrived, he gently placed them on the bed before he traced their lips with his pale, thin fingers, feeling the body heat that radiated from them. Without a second thought, he placed his own lips against the others, one hand was placed on a cheek. Lilia tugged on their bottom lip with his teeth before he bit down, letting the metallic but also sweet taste of their warm blood fill his mouth.

A moan escaped him, it was better than any wine he had tasted, better than even the freshest bottle of tomato juice.

It was addicting, and he never wanted to live without it again.

And he wouldn’t. He would make sure that this being, this entity would stay here in that safe, comfortable place forever. There will definitely be resistance at first, but it was nothing a little curse or spell couldn’t salvage.

He lied down next to them now, pulling them into his arms and caressing their hair. This… finally he had what he wanted. In the past, he felt that something was missing, but he could never tell what it was.

Now that he had them with him, he knew. Finally he was complete.

Anyone who would try to take this happiness away from him would not be spared.

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #yandere!lilia vanrouge #male yandere #reader insert #self-insert #fanfic #yandere

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archived-brokentoys · 4 years ago

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lil things about ed’s wardrobe;;

As the R!ddler, he actually doesn’t just constantly wear the same outfit like he’s a cartoon character... while R!ddler will always have the main look green suit and bowler hat. He can be in variations of this outfit. So, I wanted to make a post of what Ed wears as and outside of the R!ddler. Just Ed’s wardrobe in general.

AS THE R!DDLER;;

Bowler hat - Bowler hats are almost always a must in the R!ddler’s look. This piece really completes his looks, and helps hides his messy hair. The bowler hat is typically green with either a purple or black band around it. However, it’s not unseen for the R!ddler to wear a black hat sometimes. Though, this one’s more rare than the green hat. Some hats have a question mark on them, while most of the time -- they don’t. Sometimes, though. He can be seen not wearing the hat. This is for various of reasons of course, typically when he really wants to stim.

GLASSES - Edward is always seen with glasses on, when in the R!ddler getup and when out of it. He typically wears rectangular glasses, which look like this. As a bad habit, Ed tends to peer over them, or they tend to slip down without him ever bothering to push them up (someone, PLEASE push them up for him.) Rectangular glasses are the only style Ed usually wears... unless he’s feeling extra special, and he wants something more unique -- such as heart shaped glasses. But the latter are rarer to see him in. (Although, in his childhood/teenage years, Edward used to wear circular frames. He no longer does, though.)

DRESS SHIRTS - Black or white are usually the colors Edward wears underneath his blazer. Though, more often than not, you’ll see him wearing a black dress shirt as opposed to white. He just believes that black looks better on him. Sometimes, SOMETIMES he’ll wear a purple dress shirt.

TIES - Edward actually wears BOTH neckties and bow ties! He loves bow ties, because he thinks they’re adorable on him. However, he wears neckties more often because they have a more professional appearance to them. These ties are usually in the shade of purple, but they can come in a various amount of colors and designs. These including; red, magenta, and green. Designs are usually plaid, floral, plain/solid color, and sometimes a tie may have a single question mark on it.

BLAZERS/JACKETS - While the other article of clothing can be diverse in color, the blazer must always be green, no exceptions. It can be different shades of green. But they must always be green. That IS the R!ddler’s signature look. However, Edward constantly switches from wearing solid color green, or a blazer with question mark designs on them. (These question marks are typically yellow, but sometimes they’re a darker green color.) Edward also owns a sparkly/glittery green blazer, and while he doesn’t wear it as much as he does the former two as it gets glitter everywhere, he still loves it. Sometimes the jacket is buttoned up, sometimes it’s not. Usually it’s buttoned up, as Edward just thinks it looks neater that way.

VEST - This is optional and Edward doesn’t wear one underneath his blazer too often. But if he’s feeling extra fancy, he’ll throw one on. These can be purple or green, and sometimes have a floral design on them.

SUSPENDERS - Edward wears these underneath his blazer more than he does a vest. This is because he usually wears suspenders in his regular wear.

GLOVES - Edward almost always wears black fingerless gloves. Fingerless gloves help him keep a grip on whatever he’s operating with, (they can apparently be very useful for gripping things!) However, having his fingers exposed also assists in when he wants to feel something properly -- because if he had his fingers covered, how is he to operate touch screens? These gloves are typically black with no designs.

PANTS - While they’re almost always whatever shade of green his blazer is, he’ll wear black pants sometimes, too. He thinks the color black complements green well, it also goes with his black dress shirt. He, of course, also has a glitter pair of pants. Most of these pants are, yes, high-waisted and reaches above his stomach.

SHOES - Edward... interestingly doesn’t wear many shoes. While he owns some very expensive loafers and other fancy formal shoes. He rarely ever wears them. This is because Edward often walks through the dirty streets of Gotham, and walking through abandoned locations with are often dirty or dusty. He doesn’t want to spend too much money on something he may ruin rather quickly. So, he wears combat boots which shows obvious age as he’s had them for years. Probably since he became the R!ddler. They’re very durable boots.

AS EDWARD;;

Glasses - applies, but Bowler hat does not. Edward hardly bothers with a hat if he’s in more ‘casual’ wear.

TOPS - T-Shirts are almost always never an option. Edward wants to always appear as a well-dressed man, and he thinks t-shirts are ugly. When he’s wanting to be in something more comfortable, he’ll wear either no shirt, a robe, or a sweater. If Edward’s not in his R!ddler get up. He can be seeing wearing one of the dress shirts, same colors. But he also wears turtle neck sweaters, which can be in various colors, not just green. (Red, blue, green, and black are what he commonly wears for colors, though.) He also wears buttoned up shirts which do not have longer sleeves. (various colors, too) and maybe polos.

PANTS - While they’re also dress/more formal pants, but they tend to be not as high-waisted as he wears in his R!ddler getup. Although... he’ll still sometimes wear high-waisted pants as he simply likes the style of them. But he may wear sweatpants if he’s sleeping. He doesn’t wear jeans nor shorts.

SUSPENDERS - They’re convenient and Edward just loves wearing them! He loves the style of them! But since this is more casual, he doesn’t always have the suspenders.

TIES - They’re optional! Sometimes he’ll wear them, sometimes he won’t! Just depends on if he wants to bother with a tie. Of course, they’re his same ties.

SWEATER VEST - Often times if he’s not wearing the suspenders! These make him look all dressed up and nice without putting too much effort. His sweater vests do not have any patterns or designs on them and them in purple, and green.

GLOVES - Sometimes! Usually because keeping his gloves on are convenient. They’re the same as the ones as the R!ddler wears.

SHOES - Edward’s more likely to wear some of those more expensive shoes I mentioned above as if he’s in casual wear, he’s probably not currently doing as much R!ddler business. However, he still often wears the boots, too. Because they’re very convenient and he doesn’t have to worry about dirtying them.

#RIDDLED: ABOUT #// i said... little things... and then I ended up writing more than anticipated #// hence why some is put underneath a read more LOL~!#// I should really art Ed in his variations of suits/outifts!

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 5 years ago

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Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader (Modern Domestic AU) (NSFWish warning)

300 followers hc!!!

Oh My, 300 followers!!! Yaaaaaay!!!! Thank you! Thank you so much, I'm really grateful that I got so many loves and supports from you all! I like the enthusiasms in my askbox, and I really appreciated it from my deepest heart!! I always read your replies and gaaaahhh it always made me happy!! 💮🌸🌺

Warning: Sexual abuse on train, and Trauma

You worked at laboratorium and Sanemi is a math teacher.

Sanemi will wake up first in the morning.

He glanced at your side, you still sleep peacefully. He stroke your hair one or two times and scratched his tummy while yawning. He went to the bathroom.

After some push-ups and sit-ups, he will back with full consciousness and energy

Ready to torture you.

"Wake up." He slapped your arm.

"Wake up." One poke on cheek

"Wake up, dummy." Two poke on cheek.

You groaned and covered yourself with blanket. "Shut up."

"Get rekt you little shit" He pulled out your blanket and started to tickling you

You were a little bit agitated but eventually laugh and beg for your mercy

Both of you fell down from the bed, but he put his palm under your head on time, so you didn't hit the floor

"Sanemi, that's dangerous!"

"Haha, nope." He bites your nose and stood up. "Morning, ugly."

"SANEMI!!!!"

After getting ready on your work suit, you cooked breakfast for both of you and Genya. Nothing really special, just some bread with sunny side on top

But for Sanemi, peeking you with your apron from his newspaper is a blessing in the morning.

"Morning, Nee-san, Aniki."

"Morning, Genya." He helped you pouring coffees. "You have exam today right?"

"Yeah." He grabbed the bread and put them on his mouth, about to dashed out. You hold his shoulder

"Ah, no running while eating. Sit down." Genya hesitated a bit but eventually sit down with Sanemi too. "Hm~ good boy." You patted his head

He blushed and chewed his bread fast before Sanemi noticed.

After Genya went to school, Sanemi and you finally finished the breakfast.

"Why don't you drop him off at school? Both of you work and study in the same place." You said as you locked out the door.

"Nah, he doesn't want to."

"Really? It must be fun if three of us went together."

You hopped into his car.

Sanemi won't let you go to work by train

Because one time, there was incident

You insisted to take the train. He was a little bit hesitating but eventually went with you too

It was really cramped, both of you didn't have choice but to stand. Sanemi nagged while grabbing your hand but his handgrip was slipped off, he seems didn't realize it yet. Now, you were behind him and faced his back with some distance aparting you.

That's okay, you thought. I'll reach him when we arrive to the next station.

Suddenly, a strange hand poked your back, stroking and touching you. That someone dragged his fingers down to your hip. You flinched

'Molester?!" You were panicked but didn't say or do anything. 'But... I'm wearing long skirt and it's not even tight today... So why..."

You tried to distance yourself with that somebody behind you by stepping forward a little, but it's too cramped.

No one seems noticed. You just want to cry

"Sa.." You tried to call Sanemi with your squeaky voice. "Ne..Mi... Help..."

Of course, he didn't hear that.

The molester continued his act and started groping your ass. Something risen and wet even poked your hip.

You felt disgusted but still froze on your stand, too scared to scream. 'Please, please no. Sanemi, please help me.' You squeezed your bag and looked down.

Meanwhile, the train almost arrived at next station. Sanemi felt like something missing from his hand and looked back

"Hey-"

He finally saw you.

Your body trembled, your face was red and tears started to accumulated on your eyes.

Your eyes finally met his. You moved your lips

"Sane... Mi.... Help..."

Something burning inside his body. He bursted in to your place, didn't care if people groaned angrily when he accidentally stepped their shoes

"FUCK YOU!"

He punched that guy right in the face. He even didn't give that guy rest or pulled his pants for awhile. He didn't care and beat him mercilessly

"Sanemi, Stop!! He will die!" You pulled his shirt but he seems didn't want to listen to you

"Hey! What are you doing there!!" The train officer suddenly came from afar.

The automatic door train opened.

"Hehe, next time." This fucking molester didn't regret his action.

Sanemi kicked his face once again and pulled your hand, getting out from there. Both of you ran from the station.

You stopped on a park.

"Sanemi... I'm sorry... I didn't-"

"Show me your back." You turned around.

There is a white stain on your skirt

"Fuck..." He wiped your lower hip with wet handkerchief. He took off his jacket, knelt down and wrapped it around your hip

"Sanemi."

"What? Did something hurt? Did he-"

You suddenly let out fat tears streaming down your face. You never felt disgusted for your entire life. Sanemi must be so upset.

"I'm scared, I'm sorry I didn't do nothing, I'm sorry if I-"

"It's okay, I'm here. You don't have to say sorry." He hugged you, gently caressed your back and kissed your cheek. "I promise there will be no 'next time'." He gritted his teeth. Until today, he always thought that he failed to protect you.

That's why, he will drive you up to place you wanted to go. No matter how busy he is, he'll try to drop and pick you up. Or at least, took taxi.

When you arrived, you will arrange his necktie before went off because he's so damn suck at it.

"Ok, handsome. You're good to go."

"Hey." He holds your arm. "Don't overdo your work. Call me at lunch."

"Will do!" You patted his head.

"Oi, I did my hair for hours."

"Haha, okay, sorry." You waved your hands. "Bye-bye!"

He secretly likes his 'now-kinda-messy' hair, and lets it be until he arrived at school

When he stressed out and angry at his workplace, he will sit at his table, and listen to your recorded voice (He secretly recorded it lol)

"Ok, guess what I draw on your back. Hehe. Nope, that's not it. I write 'I like you'."

"Nemi!" (Fyi, the only peope who could called him like this are you and Genya)

"Sa! Ne! Mi!"

"Sanemi. Hehehe, nothing! Just calling you"

This fucker of you will smile so bright, the teacher room blinded by the lights.

You called him on lunch, and praised the food he made for both of you.

"But why do you put the carrot again."

"In this house, we didn't acknowledge a picky eater."

The students were shocked to death when they found that killer teacher has wife.

"What?! That Shinazugawa-sensei? Really?! wtf this world gonna end soon."

"...but the real question is, did he called her dumb and started to throwing chalk when she can't answer his math question or what."

Okay, did he?

Yes, he did. Except the chalk part, it replaced with "Pinched her cheek"

"THIS IS BASIC MATH. YOU ARE A RESEARCHER!!"

"I DON'T KNOW! IT'S NOT MY PART AND IT'S ALMOST 5 YEARS AGO, WHAT ARE YOU EXPECTING FROM ME?!"

He taught you how to do two math questions while you're about to cry and sniffled, that your tears started to wet your paper.

"All I ask is you're helping me to solve my work... *sobs*"

Both of you basically 'Genya Protecting Squad'

Random People: *complaining about his scary face and hair*

Both of you: DID YOU JUST TALK SHIT TO MY BROTHER?

When it's cold, he likes to make you sit on his lap and.... Err... Put his hand inside your shirt and groping your boobs

"...what are you doing."

"My hands are cold."

"There's heater."

"No, the sensation is different."

Revision, both of you are pervert

You get into his shirt and stick your cheek onto his bare chest while tapping his abs

You: *inhales* WALKING BARA TIDDIES

Him: I am what?

When you're sick because of overworking, he's the one who took care of you. He will 'guard' you 24/7 and will always ready in any case if you need him. Plus the scolding level will increase.

"Say aaah." He pushed a spoonful of soup he made to your lips. You shook your head and pushed back his hand. You sniffled, and coughed. You could feel your sore throat

"I'm sorry, but I can't-"

"Eat." He ordered you. You sniffled once again and make sad puppy face.

Not effective

"Look." He came closer to your face and sticked his forehead onto yours. "I won't leave until you eat this."

Your phone was ringing, it was from your boss. You are about to take the the call, but Sanemi turned off your smartphone.

"Rest." You pouted. "What's with that attitude." He frowned. Like it or not, you finally received his food

"Good girl." He caressed your cooling-pad on your forehead. Your half opened eyes-lid seems so weak, you just put your chin on his hand and mewled like a cat

CUTE SO CUTE, Sanemi holds his chest and hurriedly took a photo.

On day off, you usually went together to movies, parks, mall, book store, aquariums, etc. But mostly, you will invite Genya to go with you two

He didn't mind if you walked beside or in front/behind him on ordinary walking or shopping. He simply hold your hand when you walked beside him

When you walked in front of him, he could fully look at your figure, while you busy to look at behind for some time, in case he stopped

And it's cute because you look like a chick looking for its mother

Or, when you walked behind him, you grabbed his shirt or jacket fabric, afraid if you lose him

And it's.. still so fucking cute

This is funny, but you and Sanemi often showing disgusted face and judging when both of you saw an over limit lovey dovey couple

Random people you met on the way (especially waitress or shopkeepers) sometimes saying words like, "Is your boyfriend a model?"

You shook your head. "Ah, no. He's math teacher."

"And let me correct you." He suddenly popped out. "She's my ex."

You sighed. "Stop telling people I'm your ex." You smiled towards that person. "I'm his wife."

Or if Sanemi was lazy, both of you will stay in the house, being lazy all day. Sometimes you made Ohagi or he invited you to play UNO cards

"If you lose, you had to say goodbye to your favourite hoodie." You smirked while shuffling the cards,

"Fair enough." He calmly took the cards while chewing Ohagi. "If you lose, you had to wear that wireless vibra-"

"ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION!"

He tend to kiss you on the lips deeply in a long time. No desire. Just simply a gesture of loving you.

Or kiss you quickly while throwing cheesy lines while doing Kabedon

He will make sudden move when you were casually walked in the house and BAM! His hand slapped on the wall, right beside your ear. He lets his two or three front-button opened

"Hello, single." He looked at your eyes and gave you a quick kiss on your lips, sticking his forehead onto yours

"What is it now?" You sighed.

"I’m no mathematician, but I’m pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, give me yours and watch what I can do with it."

"You are basically math teacher, Sanemi. And you know what?"

"What?"

"Are you my math homework? You seem hard and ready to be done on my desk."

And that's when he loses it and you already know what happens next

He first discovered things called menstruation when he accidentally spotted tampons on the table

"What is this?"

"AAAAAHHHH WAIT WAIT" You snatch that thing from his hand.

"??? What is that?"

"You- you don't know? It's for girls! On- on period!"

"What is period?"

"....are you even science."

You explained him about 'red day' and he nodded.

"Did it hurt your stomach? Because it's bleeding."

"Yeah, sometimes."

"You need warm tea?"

"Um, prob-"

"Is there anything that could reduce the pain?"

"I tend to-"

"Wait, lemme Google this."

After that, he treated you like a princess everytime you had period.

You usually went for coffees in the evening with him after works. Both of you like to sit together while telling each other stories even opinions

And you will never make up your mind for the coffees. So he usually took the role.

"Uh, I- I'll take-"

"I'll take Quad, Venti, 2 pumps, breve, extra-hot, no-whip, Toasted White Mocha. And she will take Solo, 1-pump, whole milk, light ice, Caramel Brulée Latte."

You just stand there like a dumb person

After coffees, both of you will shop together for dinner. He usually the one who decided the food.

"Kare, but I'm tired."

"I'll be the one who cook then."

"Hm, maybe... Shirt and apron only will be good on-"

"SHUT UP."

Three of you will eat together on the dinner table. Genya loves your food, so he usually gave his bowl to you and asked for seconds.

Sometimes bathe together. You will scrub his back. He likes it when both of you dipped in bathtub and with you laid your back on his chest.

"I don't like your panda eyes." You looked up and poked his cheek.

"Don't mind that."

"I DO mind."

So after bathe, you will put Aloe Vera sheet-mask on his under eyes. He didn't really like it at first, but after you put off his mask, his face became relaxing and he liked it.

Both of you tend to go to your shared bedroom first than Genya, because he still wanted to watch TV.

"Sanemi, you haven't sleep yet?"

When you about to pulled your blanket, you saw him with his anti-radiation eyeglasses, still facing his laptop.

"No. Go first." Your eyes are settled at his cup

"Stop the caffeine, I'll make you tea."

You get up and go to the kitchen. You found Genya asleep on the couch.

You turned off the TV and woke Genya from his sleep, telling him to move to his room.

You came back to your room with two cups of Darjeeling tea and some cookies, putting the tray beside him

You opened a novel book and put your head on his shoulder

You didn't say anything but humming a slow song beside him.

And sometimes, if he knew the song, he will hum together with you.

You stayed with him until he finished, no matter how much hours he spended on his works.

"It's strange."

Both of you now under the blanket, intertwined your fingers and facing each other

"What is it?"

"I never dream of living with wife before, I always thought I'll just live with Genya, and being single for the rest of my life."

You chuckled. "Me too, never thought someone really picked me up because I'm a potato."

"Dummy." He kissed your forehead and nuzzled his nose on your neck.

"Sweet dreams."

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hydra-collector · 5 years ago

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Suck Me Out

Ships: Intrulogical, some Intruloceit

Characters: Remus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Janus Sanders (minor character), Roman Sanders (minor character), Virgil Sanders (minor character), Patton Sanders (minor character)

TW: Self-harm, choking, autoerotic asphyxation (not really though), depression, self-deprecation, I don’t want to spoil but if any of those previous tags bother you even a little, I suggest you don’t read this (I’ll tag the spoiler, though), cursing

Words: 1,716

Summary: Remus wouldn't expect them to understand. He's intrusive thoughts, god of kinks. Of course they wouldn't see it. But once in a while he wished they would.

"I'm serious, Logan," Remus gestured to his tightly adorned garment, "necktie."

Logan rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. "When you're done with your kinks, join us for movie night. We finally get to watch a documentary."

Remus shrugged and pulled tighter the pretty blue tie that had previously been on Logan's neck. His face was purple from the cutoff of blood and his hand struggled to keep grip. He began to tilt backwards a little towards the wall before Logan took his arm and pried away the tie.

"Remus, stop. You're gonna fall."

"But it feels so good."

Logan only sighed in response and reclaimed the tie around his own neck, leading Remus to the living room.

Roman was the first to speak out of the welcoming mumbles.

"Remus, save your arousal for night time. We're trying to watch a fun movie about space," though he seemed skeptical of the amount he could enjoy a documentary.

Patton scolded the two of them for mentioning such subjects, but swiftly put on the movie anyway.

Virgil and Roman became surprisingly enamored in the science of black holes and their possible opposite, white holes. Logan excitedly paused it at multiple points to fawn over or elaborate on some of the research like a child. Remus, however, sat leaning against Logan, staring mindlessly at the television.

What if I was in a black hole?

Remus tried to shake the thought off, but it was persistent.

If black holes lead to white ones that spit you out into another universe, could my world here end?

Maybe he'd be happy in this other universe. Something in his brain would change and the sadness would be gone. Or maybe it'd be traumatic.

"...Remus!"

"Huh?"

"I paused the movie to see if you were alright. You did not seem to notice when I did."

"Yeah, I'm, I'm fine. Think I'll just…" mumbling off something about the bathroom.

The minute he left he felt lonely. And stupid. Lonely and stupid. He shouldn't have let them see that. Now Logan's gonna be concerned because there's obviously something wrong. He stared intently at the mirror.

Ugly. They hate me.

What if he said that to them? He'd be guilt-tripping them and he'd be a terrible person. Even thinking it , he's a terrible person. Die.

His arms flashed to his neck, grabbing as tight as possible. His balance began failing…

No, he can't do that. Then he worries them and they don't need that. How does he even know death is better than this?

Thomas doesn’t need him. Thomas doesn’t want him. His mental health would be better if he never even existed. Thomas doesn’t deserve what he does.

I want to fix that.

He can't help but cry. Muffled shrieks that must sound like moans from the living room. Sharp breaths that must sound like enjoyment slip out. Hits to his arms and legs that only add to the many bruises sound disgusting to them.

But none of it is.

Sure, they have good reason to believe that Remus has some kinks, he is indeed mostly intrusive thoughts, which he’d admit is related to kinks, but he half-wished they wouldn't assume. He didn't really want them to know, but it killed him to be constantly alone about it.

Alone.

Forever alone.

Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil. They’re the “light sides.” Of course he’s happy Janus got accepted, but… he doesn’t get that. He probably never will.

Fuck it.

He tiptoed his way to his bedroom, ceiling adorned with a hook in preparation. On a day easier than this, he’d drilled it for today. Under his bed sat a box holding the rope, paper, and pen he’d carefully hidden. He thanked his previous self.

Tying the noose, his ears kept open for visitors wondering where he was. Before he hung himself at last, he wrote.

I’m sorry.

Patton, Virgil, I love you. Janus, I love you. My brother, I love you. And Logan. I love you. Thank you for caring.

But it wasn’t a kink.

He questioned if he should refer to Roman as his brother, and decided at last to do it. He didn’t want to alienate him as he died. He’d never get to tell him again.

I’m glad this is the end. I wasn’t needed.

He kicked the chair from under him.

Thomas will be happier without me.

As the rope constricted, relief and fear washed over him.

They all will.

“Remus!”

His throat hurt.

“Remus?”

He then noticed he could see a face. A beautiful face.

Logan?

“L-”

As soon as he tried to speak, his throat stopped him. Logan took his cheek in comfort.

“It’s okay, Remus. We found you. You’re going to be okay.”

He looked around to find he was sitting on his soft bed, pillows piled behind his head. The rope, and the hook were both gone. A drill, that had presumably been used to remove the hook, sat on the far dresser.

“We found your note.” It was Roman this time.

“I’m so sorry we ever thought it was a kink. We should have talked to you.” Logan’s eyes were gazing prettily at Remus’s.

“-”

He was reminded he couldn’t speak, so pointed to the paper on which his note was, and made a writing motion. Logan soon obliged to his wishes, though getting a different paper. Remus began to write. Again.

You had good reason to think it was.

He smiled a bit, and would have laughed, when Roman and Logan read this. They didn’t seem as amused as he was, and only looked worried. He flailed his arms to get the paper back.

Y’all don’t understand my sense of humor.

Where’s everyone else?

Logan beckoned to the door and Janus, Virgil, and Patton came in. Seeing Janus’s scales, his beautiful face… he never did get to ask him out.

Janus.

Logan brought him over while Remus wrote his message.

Probably not the best time, but I’d like to take this opportunity to tell you that both me and Logan have a crush on you.

“What?”

His human side grew red. Someone, who you like, who’s just attempted suicide telling you they want to date you is a very odd feeling.

“Remus, what did you-” Logan attempted to look at his message to Janus, and immediately shut up when he saw it.

Can I talk to Virgil now?

Virgil had been snickering in his corner, seemingly able to read the paper. He stopped as soon as he was called, putting on a more serious face.

Sorry Janus pushed you down the stairs.

“Wh- you’re not going to say some sad thing about me leaving the dark sides and you getting depressed? Just apologizing for Janus?”

I’m not going to blame it on you. It was Janus who pushed you down the stairs. And my idea.

“I’d call you an asshole but you’ve just attempted suicide and this is your daily personality.”

Remus made peace signs before requesting to talk to Patton, who unsurprisingly apologized over and over for treating Remus like a piece of shit. He did need to apologize, but Remus knew he was making an effort. Even if it wasn’t going very well.

Hey Ro-Ro, my bro-bro.

Roman also apologized.

I mean we were literally split for you to be the “good” brother and me to be the “bad” one. If anything that made it the worst.

Roman had nothing to do but give him a hug.

Logan,

could I have a kiss?

Logan smiled and kissed Remus lightly on the cheek. He was pretty sure it wasn’t a good idea to kiss someone on the lips if they’d been frothing at the mouth.

That was tiny!

He would have gone to cuddle and kiss Remus more if no one else had been there. For now, Remus hugged everyone individually until they dispersed.

Thankfully, Logan was put on watch duty, to make sure Remus really was feeling better, as he seemed, and wouldn’t try anything.

Logan pressed kisses to Remus’s forehead, cheeks, and nose. His warmth bled onto Remus, who desperately needed it. Logan’s eyes were beautiful. His arms wrapped around him. He felt safe. Remus snuggled into the affection, nearly happy he’d attempted suicide and been found. But-

He picked up the pen and paper again, reluctant to let go.

Logan, what if I did that because I wanted attention?

“Hey, Remus, no. You did it because everyone’s been against you. It’s made you feel like you don’t matter. But you do. We need you. Even if you did because of attention, it was because you needed attention. It’s okay if you wanted attention. If you were willing to go to… those lengths just to get attention, you needed it.”

Logan

thank y-

Remus’s eyes filled with bittersweet tears before he managed to finish writing, and he clutched Logan tight. He let go again to tell him more.

I felt so horrible. I still feel so horrible. I’m sorry I acted so happy when I wasn’t. I know you care but I shouldn’t be here. All I do is hurt Thomas. Now I’ll hurt him even more because I failed. He’s going to feel like shit. I’d pull out my own organs and put them in my horrible person pile if I could. It would have been okay if I’d succeeded. I’m so sorry if you would’ve missed me, but I can’t keep hurting Thomas. If I would’ve died he would have been fine, but I failed so-

Remus sobbed into Logan’s arms again, laying as close as possible, feeling his warmth, his body as much as possible. His boyfriend rubbed his hand over his back, arms, through his hair. He was starting to cry a little as well. He felt so horrible that he hadn’t helped how Remus felt.

“Remus, if a part of Thomas died, he’d have a piece of himself missing. It may not seem like Thomas wants or needs you, but you’re a part of him nonetheless.”

What do I do?

“Remus,” Logan turned his boyfriend’s face gently to look him in the eyes, “all you need to do is stay alive.”

What if I can’t?

“I'll be with you. As long as you need. You stay alive as long as you can.”

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 5 years ago

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Reflections

“Do you think I should change?”

Crowley glanced up from the hotel bathroom mirror where he’d been putting the final touches on his new hairstyle. Aziraphale stood beside him, studying his own reflection.

“If you want, I suppose,” Crowley said slowly, turning back to his work, adjusting the way his red locks fell around his new dark glasses. His hair had finally passed from the awkward stage between “short” and “long,” and to celebrate he’d acquired a new dress, new heels, new everything. The face that looked back at him was almost entirely altered, and he’d been excited to wear it out on the first night of their first proper holiday together. “You don’t ever really change, do you?”

“That’s what I mean. Should I? I haven’t updated my look since shortly after I opened the bookshop.”

That wasn’t exactly true. He’d gone through a whole range of neckties and ascots before settling on the bow tie in the early seventies.

“It’s up to you,” Crowley said as casually as possible. “What are you thinking? A haircut? New shirt?”

“Something a bit more than that.” Aziraphale’s hand smoothed down his front as he studied the old, worn waistcoat.

No, not the waistcoat. The waistline below it.

“Angel, what brought this on?” His voice sounded tenser than he’d intended.

“What? Nothing. I just thought, since you’re always reinventing yourself...” he caught Crowley’s expression. “Don’t make such a fuss, dear, it’s just a body. I’m certain you gained at least ten pounds just for this outfit.”

Crowley ran a hand over his newfound curves - still just a subtle hint of softness beside Aziraphale’s plush form. “Well, yeah,” he admitted uncertainly. “I thought it would look good.”

“And it does,” Aziraphale assured him quickly. “I’ve just been thinking, I haven’t really kept up with standards of beauty, have I?” He turned, looking at himself in the mirror from every angle. “This body shape hasn’t exactly been in style since, oh, the late Renaissance I should think.”

Firmly turning his back on the mirror, Crowley boosted himself to sit on the granite countertop between the two sinks. “Aziraphale. Look at me.” He waited until those blue eyes, looking oddly shy and unsure, met his. “If you want to change how you look, that’s fine. It’s your body. But I don’t want you to think for a moment that you’re anything less than the most beautiful angel ever to walk on Heaven or Earth.”

“Oh, Crowley,” he objected, stepping back. “Really, dear, I’m trying to be serious, not fish for...for flattery.”

“S’not flattery, it’s the truth. I mean, who’s the competition? Gabriel? Michael? Sandalphon?”

“Sandalphon has a very devoted following, I’ll have you know. And, well,” those hands tugged at his waistcoat again, pulling it smooth, wearing away the fabric between the buttons, one anxious worry at a time. “Not to put too fine a point on it, but Gabriel is...in all his forms...”

“A total fake,” Crowley finished. Black-painted nails waved away Aziraphale’s objection. “It’s true. He can be as gaudy as he likes, doesn’t change the fact that he’s rotten and ugly to the core. But you...” Crowley caught Aziraphale’s hand, pulled him close. “You are clever and kind and loving and just a bit...roguish.”

“Roguish?” Aziraphale fought back a smile.

“Alright, fine, you’re an utter bastard in all the best ways.” He pressed his lips to Aziraphale’s hair line, smiling against his forehead. “And that makes you beautiful in a way none of them could ever equal.”

Aziraphale sighed and leaned against him, wrapping his arms around Crowley’s waist.

“Now, as for appearance,” Crowley rested his chin in Aziraphale’s soft, feathery curls. “Yeah, I change my look a lot. I like changing it. It’s exciting, it’s fun. I’d have a whole new body every week if I could. But that’s me. You, Angel, are different, and that’s fine. You’ve found a body, a look a...an identity that fits you perfectly. And I’ve never seen anyone so comfortable with who they are. So don’t go changing a thing unless you really want to, ok?”

“Alright.” Aziraphale leaned back, and Crowley was relieved to see him smiling again, eyes practically glowing with happiness.

“And, if you do decide you want a change, let me know. I’ve done it all, so who better to give advice, right?” He leaned down and kissed Aziraphale on the cheek, just hard enough to leave a faint but unmistakable lipstick mark. Let the angel find that later.

Crowley hopped back down, turning to look at his reflection again, making sure everything was perfect. He scratched a nail at a tiny smudge of lipstick at the corner of his mouth.

“You know, my dear, you’re beautiful, too,” Aziraphale said, coming to stand beside him.

“I hope so,” Crowley said with a laugh, fixing a strand of hair. “I worked hard enough for it.”

“No I mean...” Aziraphale’s hand came up, not quite touching the dark glasses. “May I?”

Crowley swallowed, but nodded his head. Aziraphale gently pulled the glasses down, away, exposing the one thing Crowley could never change about himself: those yellow, sickly eyes with the narrow pupils. Inhuman. Ugly. He couldn’t quite meet their gaze.

Aziraphale, however, reached up and rested his fingers on Crowley’s temple. “There they are. The loveliest eyes in all Creation.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Crowley groaned, turning away from his reflection again. “They’re horrible!”

“No.” Aziraphale placed a hand on the back of Crowley’s head, tipping it down. Crowley closed his eyes and felt lips gently brush one eyelid, then the other. “They’re unique. They’re beautiful. They are absolutely you, and I have always loved them.”

“They make me look like...like a monster,” he confessed with a shudder.

Aziraphale kept kissing him - bridge of his nose, middle of his forehead, each cheek just below the eye. “You are not - you have never been - a monster. You are my handsome, wily, gentle, devoted friend. You can change the outside as much as you like, but who and what you are underneath is the same as ever.”

“And what’s that?” asked the Serpent of Eden.

“The most resplendent soul it has ever been my pleasure to meet.”

“If you say so,” Crowley grumbled. He wasn’t sure he believed that - Aziraphale seemed determined to find the good in everyone - but the pressure of kisses was more than enough to make him smile. “Now say something nice about my hair. I worked hard on it.”

Aziraphale leaned back, pursing his lips in thought. “It is radiant as the dawn, vibrant as a fire, and as delicate as a sculpture made from the finest glass.”

“Does that mean it looks good?” Crowley asked with a grin.

“My dear, everyone at the restaurant will be incurably jealous of me.” He held the glasses on his palm.

“Jealous of you?” Crowley plucked them up and slid them on his face, relaxing a little to see the world filtered through dark lenses once more.

“Yes, to be walking around with the most charming creature in existence on my arm.”

Aziraphale offered his elbow and, pausing one last time to adjust his dress, Crowley rested his hands on it, pulling close, as he’d wished to do for so many centuries.

With matching looks of utter adoration, they turned and walked away from the mirror.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens prime #ineffable husbands #aziraphale and crowley #crowley loves his angel #fluff #crowley and aziraphale #crowley loves aziraphale #aziraphale loves crowley

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neoniverse · 5 years ago

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heal me. | chapter II

disclaimer: this series is a work of fiction. any businesses, events or incidents are products of my wide imagination. all of the character’s personality does not reflect and has nothing to do in real life.

warnings: smut, angst, usage of strong language, mentions of death, alcohol & drugs, cheating issues and lots of flashbacks (read each chapter carefully)

pairings: jung jaehyun x reader

a/n: unedited ;)

« CHAPTER I / CHAPTER III »

“Hey, you still there?”

“Who’s this?”

The other line silenced—a brief pause. I’m certain it’s not him.

“Jaehyun.” I froze in my spot. Holy crap.

“And what’s the bouquet for, Mr. Jung?” I don’t even recognize my own voice, I’m agitated, again.

“I just wanted to express my gratitude.” His voice is so low, I can feel the depths of it pulling me. He sounds so cozy—alluring, to be honest. My breathing is slowing, almost hitching. I’m abruptly aware Johnny is staring at me, brows furrowed, I dart to my swivel chair and turned it around.

“It’s not like I did something honorable.” Stay calm, Y/N. Breathe.

“Hmm. Well, fortunately, I’m certain you did.”

“Thank you for the roses, Mr. Jung.” I’m all trepidatious—my traitor heart is abnormally beating.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Oh hell, I can visualize the enticing gleam in his dark brown eyes. How can he make such four words titillate? He hang up. I turned around again, phone in the chest and eyes closed.

“I’m assuming there’s a comeback, yes?”

“Words, Johnny.” I snap. He laughed as if I just told him a funny joke.

But me and Jaehyun again? To hell with that. My feelings are too fragile, that being with him could even crush my heart into thousands of pieces. That’s how fragile my whole system is. I will never forget the day he chose to cheat on me.

Loving someone is so shallow that it could bring pain because you have to sacrifice something, but it doesn’t have to be always painful. You should also learn how to love yourself.

When I left him, I thought things will go better. I looked desperate, finding for solace to everyone’s arms after I lost Jaehyun, tons of projects, my interest in doing things I like and my mother. Her death is something I will always look back on because I wasn’t with her.

I lost her.

For the times that I also lost myself, Johnny had come to save my losing ass to the pit of darkness and loneliness. I’m so thankful for him even though he reminds me of Jaehyun.

I am restless that night, not paying attention and rolling in the sheets of my bed. Dreaming of something that will enliven myself and dark, deep unfathomed places. I woke up in the middle of the night, ended up watching the still, lit up busy city lights before crying myself back to sleep.

The first week of April went smooth and peaceful. I often see Jaehyun in the site but I decided to wait for him to leave so I could completely avoid him. Having Jaehyun close to me is something I never prayed for. I still hate his guts.

“How about we go to a nightclub after this and at least have some fun? You guys, especially Y/N, looks so exhausted as fuck.”

Johnny shouted in delight. “Damn, that’s what I’m talking about!”

Like what Architect Lee suggested, we went to a club that Johnny recommended. It was just a ten minute drive from the office.

“Ladies, this is my cousin Mark,” Johnny introduced the man who just came—probably in this twenties. His hair is ruffled jet black and he’s wearing white button-down dress shirt, sleeves are rolled up three-fourth. “Mark, this is Y/N, Seolhee and Rosé.”

“Architect Rosé Park.”

“Hi! I’m Architect Seolhee Lee!”

Mark extends his hand so I immediately placed my hand in his. He smiled and sat in the empty space of the black leather couch beside me.

Rosé offered me a shot of foreign alcohol, Jägermeister. She seems to be a party girl who knows a lot of things in alcoholic beverages. I drink, but I have to tolerate myself. For the last time I was drunk, I ended up sleeping in my bathtub because I kept going back to the bathroom.

We ended up finishing one bottle of Jägermeister and JD and two bottles of vodka before finding ourselves on the dance floor. The colorful lights strobed with the blasting music. I danced and danced until I felt someone staring at me.

I looked around to find the set of eyes who has been observing my every move, grind, and ruffling of hair. As I try to look for them on the dance floor, my eyes accidentally stayed in the second floor. I saw Jaehyun sitting in the black velvet couch, eyeing me as if I’m his prey. He drank the dark-colored liquid that was in his glass.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to look for him, again. He wasn’t there anymore.

The fuck?

“Y/N! Is that you?”

I promptly looked behind me and saw an unfamiliar person in front of me. My brows furrowed for a moment.

“Oh my god,” I exclaimed before hugging him. “Madexeus!”

He chuckled and tightened the hug. We moved away from the dance floor to sit on the high chairs placed before the bartender’s counter.

“2 glasses of my regular, please,” He told the bartender before looking at me. “Holy shit. Is that really you?”

I shrugged. “How long have you been here? It literally felt like ages since I last saw you.”

“Just came here for a short visit, though.” He passed a glass to me. “And I also heard what happened to your mother. I’m sorry.”

I gave him a short smile and drank the alcohol that felt like thousands of knives in my throat. The pain of losing my own mother is still in my heart, stabbed like a poisonous dagger.

“Thanks. I’m fine,” I lied. “It has been two years, already, Xeus. There’s no way I could never get over to that.”

“What are you doing for living now? Am I free to call you Doctor Y/N now?”

“Oh, that. I didn’t pursue it anymore. I’m an Engineer now, though!”

I’ll try to be happy, at least for my mother and not for anybody else.

“Well, are you sti-”

I was about to talk when someone gracefully dragged me from my seat. He lifted me up and placed my stomach to his shoulder like I’m a sack.

“What the fuck? Help!” I shouted and averted his hands from holding my legs in place.

“Shut your ass up or I will spank that.”

The voice is so manly, authoritative and dominant. There’s only one person I know who is pretty much likely to act like that. He opened the shotgun seat’s door before carefully putting me inside. I pushed myself more to the side of the door.

When he entered the car, we fell silent.

“Jaehyun, just bring me back insi-”

“No and I wont.”

“Why did you dragged me just like that, then?!”

“Who are you with? That ugly ass man or my cousin Johnny again?”

His left hand gripped the steering wheel while the other hand is behind my headrest. Jaehyun revived the engine before drifting away from the club’s valet parking. I looked at the buildings outside.

“Does it matter to you if I’m going out with one of them?” I softly whispered.

His eyes focused on the road.

“Are you avoiding me?” He scoffed. “Yeah, of course, you’re avoiding me.”

I remained my eyes to the buildings outside until Jaehyun pulled up somewhere unbeknownst to me. He removed his seat belt and went out. I rolled my eyes before following him.

He sat on the hood of the car and slid his hands to the pockets of his black slacks. I sat beside him, admiring the view of city lights.

“That night..” He heaved a deep sigh. “I was drugged by Chaewon. That’s why I wasn’t able to remember everything when you asked me.”

I remained silent.

Speechless.

“When.. did you know about this?” I asked, still looking straight at the view.

“A week after you moved out and left me alone, broken.”

He knew and he didn’t even bother to tell me even a single detail about it.

“Chaewon is my old secretary’s sister. I was out with my brother that time when my secretary was with her. She saw me and greeted us. Apparently, she knew me already that time but acted like she didn’t. I don’t remember the other things that happened after that. All I know is she’s the one who drugged me.”

Jaehyun stared at me and I locked gazes with him.

“I didn’t bother telling you since you already had Johnny beside you. I also heard from him that you lost your interest in Engineering when your mother died that’s why I asked him to make you back on track again. Because I know I won’t be able to do so.”

Fresh hot tears slowly streamed down to my cheeks, which made my heart clenched. I couldn’t stop the tremendous pain I’m feeling.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whispered.

He looked away, realizing what I said before moving closer to me. “Shh. Hey, love, it’s alright.”

“Jae, I’m sorry,” I said, softly. He cupped my face to wipe the tears.

Jaehyun didn’t answer. Instead, he held my head and pulled me. Making me lean on his chest. I bit my lower lip to cease my loud sobs.

That same night, Jaehyun drove me back to my penthouse. I dozed myself to sleep so I could at least escape from reality. The day after next, I visited the site to check the supplies if we ran out of something.

“Excuse me. Are you Engineer L/N?”

I looked behind me to see who called me when a man in dark blue button-down dress shirt, red necktie and dark blue slacks appeared in front of me.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Taeyong. May I ask if Jaehyun Jung is here?”

Jaehyun?

“He’s not yet here. Jaehyun often goes here at around 4 pm.” I answered while closing the folder I’m holding.

“Oh, yeah? Thank you, gorgeous.”

“Wait! Are you Jaehyun’s cousin? I can contact him if you want.”

He turned around again and removed his wayfarers.

“I’m his brother, Taeyong.” He winked. “It’s already quarter to four, maybe I could stay and wait for him here?”

I led him towards the office. When I opened the door, Johnny was scanning to some paperworks.

“Come on. It’s hot there, we have AC inside.”

He entered the room and silently sat on the black couch beside Johnny’s desk.

“Jae-” Johnny stopped. “Holy fuck, man!”

The Taeyong guy chuckled. “I knew you would be here, John. What’s up?”

Johnny sat on the single couch, still surprised.

“I’ll just go outside.”

I immediately went out afterwards. If he is Jaehyun’s brother, how come I haven’t seen him before?

“Hey.”

I almost fell on my feet when I heard Jaehyun spoke. He laughed. He was wearing a white button-down shirt, open at the collar and sleeves are rolled up, and gray slacks. His gray coat is hanging on his arm.

“Your brother’s inside,” I said, softly. His brows furrowed.

“My what?”

“Taeyong? Your brother?”

His jaw clenched and instantly opened the office door.

I stood behind Jaehyun and saw his brother grinning widely.

“Oh. Hey there, brother. Miss me?”

“What are you doing here?” Jaehyun authoritative asked. What’s with them?

He held my hand and pulled me closer to him.

“Woah. I won’t steal your lady. Right, gorgeous?” Taeyong looked at me. “Anyway, since you’re already here, come home tonight. Father’s asking for your presence at the family dinner.”

Jaehyun scoffed. “And if I won’t show up?”

“Oh, you would absolutely want to, dear brother.”

Taeyong went outside and walked towards his orange Lamborghini. Jaehyun made his way to his black Tesla and they both drove away from the site.

“What’s with them?” I asked Johnny. He just shrugged.

Another week has passed when I was invited to a charity event in Paris. I wore a simple maroon satin slip dress that ended just one inch below my knees and hugged my body well. Then I let my ash brown soft wavy hair down.

The whole event was so boring, it was all about business and that’s not even my field. I looked at the guests and all of them are known for being wealthy and leading capitals of fiscals or law firms. If not, most of them are either CEO or stockholders.

I finished the last faint brown-colored liquid in my wine flute in just one drink and stood up so I could leave the place quietly. I was about to exit peacefully when I bumped into someone’s shoulder, making me almost stumble on my own feet.

“We met again, gorgeous.”

I looked up to face the person and saw a familiar face— the owner of same playful grin.

“Allow me to introduce myself again and make up for my first bad impression to you,” He offered his right hand. “I’m Taeyong Lee.”

#nct #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #nct au #nct angst #nct smut #jung jaehyun au #nct fanfic #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #nct x reader #jung jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun fanfic

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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something about making lists is just so therapeutic and it helps calm you down and i'm lagging on sleep but i can't sleep either <3 so here's the lists i could think of <3

things i wanna buy but i'm not sure if it's just impulse:

cosrx snail 96 mucin power essence something???? i see it repeatedly on my fyp and i also saw it on kehlani's vogue video and im just yearning for thee skin like that honestly

a baby blue cardigan with sheep on them because i mean sometimes i sleep thinking about it

a black carhartt sweater bc all the sweaters i have are of a white man i'm not a fan of anymore and whew did they cost a pretty penny

earrings and i want what tae was wearing in his butter photo but i cant find any links rip

an adorable lavender iphone 11 and now hear me out besties,,,, i swore that it's such an ugly fucking phone but now that the 12 dropped, then that means the prices also dropped, and well i think this is really an impulse since my xs is perfectly fine so im waiting for like two more new units to pass

airpods bc hear me out once again besties,,, i also used to fucking swear on my grave that i will nEVER get them but like,,,, it's been about eight months (?) ever since chimmy ate my wired earphones and i've been wearing chunky sony headphones (they're noise-cancelling and cool) that my brother bought and i appreciate it but i would like,,,,, to sometimes lay on my bed on my side without earmuffs on

thence items including airpod cases for airpods i don't have, a necklace, a lanyard, posters, tinboxes,,, yearning

onitsuka tiger shoes :D i have had my beat-up all-black vans for like four-five years now and i mean buying shoes in the middle of a paldogangsan is not exactly practical but i mean you wOULD also think of getting new ones when ur current pair is like rust-colored now

adobe photoshop aND illustrator subscriptions using my own money bc i've been mooching off from my brother and psd expired just this month </3 i kinda wanna open up a redbubble or so during break but like the series of trials im gonna make and the time-pressure of a month's subscription vs. the giant cost of a year's subscription,,,,, whew passing out luv

another necktie and some cute lil dog glasses for chimmy bc he was so cute in his necktie but my brother ripped it while taking it off,,, he's no doubt gonna attempt to eat the glasses but he's gonna look like gojo from jjk so i mean!!! right!!!

crochet/knitting materials bc i wanna take up a hobby but what if i end up spending money AND turning shit at it :// bae what do i do with the yarn??? BUNDLE IT BACK????

a humidifier bc they say it's good for your skin and seeing pinterest posts im all yes honey :-)

collect books for polaroids and photocards :D i finally found a link for cheap ones can i get a W in the chat lads

a heart painting canvas i saw from the bookstore bc hear me out besties +

print-outs of pictures or even my own designs (i can get send them to this store and get it printed) because i am so goddamn tIRED looking at my wall,,, im afraid to say that she is a misplaced common bitch with a mots poster i slapped on the middle

a bt21 plushie so i could take those pictures where they're tucked in bed or holding a knife or sth hee-hes

cute little pastel crate thingies i probably won't use because they're that cute

a laptop stand bc macbooks heave under intense pressure,, awhile ago i was backing up 38gb worth of photos so i can delete from my phone and i thought she was gonna pass out

a keyboard you can connect to your laptop bc it just hit me that oh my god,,,, one day your keys are gonna be so stiff from so much use and getting them replaced would be a burden

a red thread string bracelet because i'd like to feel loved pls and thank u <3 does my personality not tell you that at da very beginning

wait i actually cant think of anything else

YOOOOO IM GETTING SLEEPY

anyways speaking of, so back in like late december/early january, i started listening to sleep music right

i went from koya 8hr sleeping loop to chimmy 8hr sleeping loops and nOW i'm on this decalcomania 2hr loop!!! with 8hrs, i could monitor how long i slept, but with 2hrs, i know i could sleep before it runs out <3

alright that's it mwah forehead kiss besties

YO LMK ABOUT YOUR LISTS!!!! i'm nosey like that :D

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laszlowrobinson · 4 years ago

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Your character’s closet. Give 15 pieces of clothing with a little description of the “history” of the apparel.

As a whole, I would describe Laszlo’s closet as inconsistent. It kind of looks like a weird hodge podge of whatever the frick he’s collected over the years. This includes his own clothes AND clothing he has kidnapped for his own from the varying family members of the Robinson household lmao. His clothing choices are half to his own taste and half because he wants to trigger Tallulah’s fight or flight when she looks at him.

1. Bow ties: If he’s going to wear neckties, it’ll most likely be in bow tie form unless told otherwise. The yellow one is his absolute favorite in part because his movie counterpart is wearing a yellow bow tie lol but also because I’m going to say Tallulah made it for him. :’)

2. Collar chain: these are the sort of accessories that Laszlo would wear, and this one in particular is his favorite because it’s got bees on it!! And he loves bees!!! It was given to him by a bee keeper back in the day when he was doing a commission for them.

3. Socks: these are his absolute favorite pieces of clothing. you will never find him without socks on, unless he’s asleep. He has no favorite pairs because at this point he just has a giant basket of socks that he picks a pair out from and carries on his way.

4. Striped shirt: I also hc that Tallulah made this one for him! as like one of her first projects for school or something. and he does a great deal to make sure he doesn’t ruin it with his mess. The fact that he’s managed to keep it clean and in one piece after all these years speaks to his dedication to it and Tallulah’s ability to make him something sturdy lmao.

5. Funky holo looking shirt: I’m going to say this shirt resembles that Ugly shirt in Drake and Josh that brought the wearer good luck!! Which is why it’s one of his favorites because not only does he actually love the pattern, but when he wears it he’s guaranteed a sprinkling of good things. Not anything BIG like he can dodge a bullet in it or whatever but just little nice things!! Like he doesn’t burn his tongue on his tea or a butterfly will bless him by landing on his shoulder.

6. Since Laszlo is a notorious clothing burgler, I would also imagine he just has a bunch of everyone’s merch. So for Franny he would have whatever touring merch she put out! Or with her duo group. If Cornelius has any like company shirts then Laszlo was in the warehouse mooching whatever he could from the boxes. If Gaston had any merch from a set or project he was on, he’ll have told him to get Laszlo something other wise he’ll steal Gaston’s. He probably also has a Pizza Planet shirt he took from Art!!

The Robinson’s: have clothing

Laszlo:

5. Black turtle neck: he’s a hoe for a good turtle neck, and the black one to him is like a best friend in the wardrobe! This one is a lighter material, it’s not a full on sweater, so he can pop it on under anything! A shirt, a blazer, another sweater! Plus it’s black, so there’s less of a chance of him getting a stain on it, which is important to someone like him. It is comfy and probably his most worn item ever. But he does have like a whole array of colours in the closet.

6. Cardigan: Laszlo is also a hoe for a good cardigan. this one gets the favorite items tier because it was probably a gift from one of the family members, is really comfy!!, and has POCKETS for him to carry things in.

7. Bomber: he loves himself a good bomber jacket. This one in particular I would say is his favorite because it looks GREAT, that gradient?? Nice!! It was also what he was wearing during a showing that went really well, so whenever he sees it he just remembers that pleasant feeling of the night.

8. The windbreaker: these are his favorite type of over wear because they’re the easiest to clean lmao. Since the material will like make liquids roll off, he’s more inclined to wear them. Plus they can be worn at any time of the year! And come in bright colours! This one is his favorite because he was wearing it when during his second year in uni when he was finishing up a project that he spent soooooo long on, and got a Great Grade in the end, so he considers it to be full of good vibes.

9. Peacoat: I think this one is his favorite of his vast collection of coats because it’s endured the most lol. Like it was his first sturdy coat he bought instead of just wearing countless layers to stay warm, and it’s been with him for a long time. Old reliable. And it has INSIDE pockets, which he always finds some marker or pen inside when he pulls it out every year.

10. Jean jacket: just a nice jean jacket that can go with so much of his nonsense.

11.&12. Glasses/the Sunglasses collection: So his movie counterpart is always wearing goggles that look like they got lodged into his skull, so I was like, how can I incorporate that...He Has Astigmatism. So while most of the time he is just wearing contacts, when his eyes reject them he wears glasses! Lucky for me Samuel Barnett wears glasses so like, it all worked out. And he ALSO has too many pairs of sunglasses that he wears lmfao. Sometimes they’re to block out the sun but also sometimes they’re there to make him look bitchy.

13. Lime trousers: Laszlo loves a good pair of statement trousers! The problem with him is that he will also wear a busy top to go with them lmao. So he just looks loud everywhere. This pair was tailored for him and fit really well and make it so no car could ever hit him with how bright they are.

14. Pony trousers: I mean, they have little horsies on them. What a delight to be able to wear them.

15. Smock: His bestest friend in his whole closet that protects the majority of his clothing from his messy self when he’s doing Art. He’s had it for YEARS and should probably get a new one, but refuses because he likes this one since I am going to say that his parents gave it to him when he went off to art school. They’ve been together through thick and thin, he will wear it until it’s in tatters.

and no we’re not going to talk about his array of ugly ass shoes.

#bdrpwrimo #bdrpwrimosid

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stealinghero · 5 years ago

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Lupingang plus Zenigata headcanons for an SO who looks like an absolute fashion disaster on purpose? The kind of person who comes in wearing the most GARISH outfit you have ever seen and answers to the question "What the fuck are you wearing?!" With a gleeful "I know, isn't it HIDEOUS?"

OMFG! My first request. It was so much fun to write this one so it’s a bit longer. I really hope you like it, my sunglassed friend! ^__^

Lupin

- Let’s be honest. If this man loves you, you can’t do anything wrong.

- If he’s feeling a bit competitive around his s/o (like if they’re another thief), he surely would make a competition out of it

- “It sure is, but look at that!” A bright orange necktie and a hawaiian shirt seldom looked better in combination!

- At first isn’t sure why exactly you would want to wear that things and tries to buy you “nicer” clothes

- accepts it, even defends you from badmouthing

Jigen

- no. If you don’t have a good reason, it will be hard.

- This man loves his suits and always is ready to tell the world how expensive they are! And you really want to walk beside him and wear THAT?!

- will willingly come shopping with you “Look at that beautiful dress”, while his s/o looks in another direction

- in the end accepts it, because of one thing: He loves his s/o, no matter what they look (but he doesn’t like it one bit and will tell them everytime)

- won’t defend you against any haters (“It’s your own problem for wearing that.”)

Goemon

- at the first time he saw you, he saw your beautiful face, your wonderful hair, your elegant way of walking

- full on ignorance of the clothing. He knows it’s different, but if his s/o likes it, so what?

- Will NEVER change his style so he lowkey knows that it’s hard to change

- Will get a bit upset if it’s hideous AND revealing. No. No way. Not his s/o. “You’re not going out dressed like this!” Yup, is more concerned about the revealing part.

- will not defend you, is busy meditating (because he was weak and thought about how nice that bright pink checkered shirt fell around your form)

Zenigata

- bless him, he doesn’t do fashion.

- you like it, you wear it, okay.

- if things get out of hand, will sometimes offer his coat to hide you from the looks of a sneering Lupin (“Are you getting old and your eyes got bad, Zenigata?”)

- is very proud that his s/o is so brave to wear what they want

- sometimes comes home after chasing Lupin around the world and got some clothes for his s/o. The worst/best was a yellow, pink and orange plush coat that was three sizes too big for his s/o. They loved it. (And he loved the affection resulting from that)

Fujiko

- just what the fuck just happened? There was a hideous heap of clothing running around town and it got her attention for being just “WTF?!” andthen she saw the face to that heap. Damn. She never knew she could fall that deep.

- will take her s/o shopping every possible time. Will even pay for it!! But only if there are things that she likes.

- Please, change into something more fashionable. Even Goemon makes remarks on your fashion sense and it’s killing Fujiko inside.

- If someone she doesn’t like, badmouths her s/o, there will be war. “My s/o is strong and independent and has an avant-garde like sense of style. That’s fashion and just tells everyone that my s/o is smart, cute AND has a better fashion sense than you little ugly piece of shit.” Yes, full bitch mode.

- places catalogues of fashion brands all around the house, will change whatever she can, even if it’s just a “normal” handbag with those hideous clothes, or maybe a compromise of bright yellow, but as a cute dress?

#lupin iii #jigen daisuke #goemon ishikawa xiii #mine fujiko #zenigata

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wolfie-posts · 5 years ago

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Kiss and Run Ch.3

Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader

Read Chapter 1 here

Author: @wolfie-posts

Co-Writer: @queenmusicforthoughts

Warning: language

Chapter length: 7k words

Story Summary:

You did it! You were given the opportunity to study at U.A. alongside class 1A to become a pro-hero. Within the next three years, you were gonna learn more about yourself and your special quirk, about friendship, about fighting, winning and losing. The road to your goal is bumpy and steep with a lot of obstacles like villains and an explosive blond boy, who decided to make your life a little harder. Will you finally be able to control your quirk? Will you overcome the problems together with your classmates along the way?

A/N: Hello my dudes! Finally, the wait is over, may I present to you chapter 3! I have put my heart and soul into this and I am really happy about how it turned out. I'm really proud of my baby (my story) and I hope you can enjoy it as much as I do while writing it. A HUGE THANKS to all my beta readers, without them this story would probably not be where it is now. They not only keep my writing in check, but they also motivate me and help me plot! Okay, enough of my rant! Enjoy my dudes :)

AO3

Quotev

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After the quirk assessment test, you were kind of happy that you didn't have any other classes for the rest of the day because, honestly, you were exhausted. You could feel every inch of your body, even muscles you didn't know you had from pushing yourself to the brink. Your limbs were shaking from overstraining but you liked that feeling. It simply showed that you had worked hard and given your best. No pain, no gain, right?

The changing room was filled with loud chatter. Most of the girls were crowding around the black-haired girl, who had known all along, that Aizawa had lied to bring out the best in all of you. They were discussing the different things that had happened, talking about the "explosive blonde guy" Bakugou, who nearly started a fight with the "broccoli boy" Midoriya and other things like their personal accomplishments, scores, and quirks during the testing. You didn't really follow the conversation, you just observed the other girls and picked up some of the things they said while getting undressed. All you could think about was getting out of your sweaty sports uniform and jumping straight into a steaming hot shower.

You quickly took your towel, body wash, shampoo, and conditioner out of your locker and headed to the shower stalls. You were the first one in the shower stalls due to your "antisocial" behavior. It wasn't like you didn't want to talk to the other girls. they all seemed absolutely sweet, but you didn't really know what to say. You didn't even know the names of most of them, so you just decided to keep to yourself and head into the shower while the others were busy talking.

The hot water running down your body helped to loosen up your tight muscles. You felt relaxation replace the tension you had built up throughout the day. A deep sigh left your mouth in relief as the hot water poured over your face, washing away all the stress and thoughts you had, which also muted the voices of your classmates. A feeling of ease spread through your body while you were washing out the shampoo. You turned off the water after you were finished and dried yourself off, tucking the towel around you like a dress before you walked back to your locker.

You took out your school uniform and stuffed the dirty sports clothes into your bag. You had always pictured yourself in those uniforms back in middle school, wondering how they would look on you.

In your imagination, you had seen yourself many times walking through the hallways of U.A. wearing their uniform with your chin tilted up in pride. Wearing that uniform gave you a feeling of accomplishment; it meant being one step closer to your goal of becoming a pro-hero, one step closer to controlling your quirk. It wasn't like those uniforms were ugly or anything- you actually really liked the school uniform from U.A. It consisted of a cute but formal green skirt, fitting green high-knee socks, a white shirt with a red necktie, and a long-sleeved grey jacket.

You noticed that most of the girls wore knee-high socks, except for you and Uraraka, Pink-cheeks being the only girl wearing green tights instead of socks. You just simply stretched the socks out until they were above your knees and instead of wearing those typical brown girly school shoes, you stuck to your comfortable combat boots. As you were tying up your shoelaces, you failed to notice the alien girl walking up towards you.

"Damn, I really needed that shower!" your newfound friend said, opening up the locker next to yours, causing you to jump a bit at the sudden sound of the girl's cheerful voice. You didn't even realize that you had been drifting off into your thoughts up until now. Normally, you were pretty aware of your surroundings, but even though the shower had cleared your head, your mind started to wander back to the happenings from earlier.

"Huh?" you asked even though you knew what the pink girl had said to you. She had just caught you totally off-guard. "Oh.. umm yeah!" you stammered out after catching on to the conversation; you looked up to see Ashido smiling at you while putting back on her uniform.

"Your brain sure seems fried like Kaminari's, after today's training," she laughed at you, making you clutch your chest from the invisible shot she had fired at you before you fulfilled the act with a painful gasp, which made the two of you erupt into laughter.

"Wanna walk home together?" you asked Ashido, swinging your backpack over your shoulder while leaning against your locker. The pink girl was like a fresh breeze of ocean air, her carefree and forward behavior making you immediately feel close to her like you had already known each other for ages. A small smile spread across your lips at the thought of spending the next three years with that sweet weirdo by your side.

"Hell yeah!" she said, quickly gathering her stuff so you wouldn't have to wait on her. After the two of you had picked up the syllabus, you walked home together, chatting about your expectations for the following days at U.A.

It was a cheerful walk home, Ashido was jumping around showing not even the slightest bit of tiredness. She was way too excited for tomorrow to be exhausted, she couldn't wait for class to actually start, for her first real hero lesson.

You sure would get a sore face from all that smiling and laughing, you thought to yourself while eyeing the bright blue sky. Before you parted ways with Ashido, you exchanged phone numbers and arranged to meet up before school from now on, at the same streetcorner, to walk there together. With a quick goodbye hug and a "see ya tomorrow," you separated, strolling the remaining way home alone.

At home, your parents eagerly awaited your arrival; before you could even shut the door they had already surprised you with a loving and excited hug, shooting questions at you about how your first day went.

You loved how involved your parents were in your life, you have always felt at home with them and you never came short on warmth, affection, and love. Getting into U.A. had been your biggest dream, which your parents fully supported even though they never wanted to be heroes themselves.

After changing into some more comfy clothes, you walked back down to meet your parents in the kitchen, seeing your mother hovered over some pans at the stove. The moment you stepped into the kitchen, your nose caught the pleasing smell of spices, an all to familiar smell belonging to your favorite dish.

"It smells amazing mom!" you said, feeling your mouth begin to water.

"I thought you would like to eat your favorite food after such an exciting day," your mom said, smiling at you from over her shoulder. Your dad was already sitting at the laid table and signaled you to have a seat next to him. For the third time today you reviewed the events of the quirk assessment test and told your parents about your different classmates, especially about Ashido, Kirishima, Bakugou, Kaminari, and Midoriya.

“Remember that ungrateful kid I told you about? The one from the entrance exam, who yelled at me for saving his life?” you asked your parents, rolling your eyes at the memory of the incident, getting a nod in response from both of them, which signaled you to go on with your story.

“Turns out he’s one of my classmates now, but that isn’t even the worst part! He is so arrogant I can’t even deal with him, and this morning he almost blew my head off when I walked into class!”

“You want me to beat him up for you sweetie?” your dad asked you in a serious manner. It was such an unnatural statement coming from him, that it made you raise your eyebrows in return.

“We both know that you would break your wrist in the process. If I ever needed one of you to beat someone up, I would definitely call mom for help.” you chuckled, gaining the laughs of both your parents.

“I mean I could easily get into a fight with him, you know? He already gave me plenty of good reasons to do so. For example, he just randomly pushed me to the ground today while I was waiting for my turn at the exercises. He even threatened to kill me! He’s such a jerk!”

“I’m sorry honey, boys at that age can be annoying sometimes, but they'll grow out of it and mature eventually, but if he doesn’t stop just promise me that you’ll beat his ass up in your next training, okay hon? ”

“Oh heck yeah, I will! He also doesn’t even let me call him by his name.. what else am I supposed to call him? Ugh.. that Bakugou kid just makes my blood boil, such an ungrateful assho--” you cut yourself off by covering up your mouth, realizing who you were talking with.

“Woah, hold up there young lady!” your dad interrupted your rant, shaking his finger at you. “No cursing in this house!”

“Sorry. Not all of the guys are idiots like Bakugou, though! I met this guy Kirishima and he is sooo nice like imagine a ‘Cinderella’ kind of nice, totally the opposite of Bakugou, probably can’t even hurt a fly and he has this amazing quirk which doesn’t really fit his sweet personality.”

“Oohh tell me more about this boy! I want to know all the juicy details!” your mom spoke up with a knowing look, wiggling her eyebrows, making you blush furiously.

“Moooom! It’s not like that! He’s just nice, okay? And he has a pretty strong quirk, like literally! He can turn himself rock solid... I had to find out the hard way...” you said getting a little quieter at the end, remembering your embarrassing encounter with the red-haired boy.

“Okay, okay!” your mom said defensively, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “It’s totally not what I think it is,” she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but you decided to just ignore that.

“Anyways… there’s also this girl Ashido, she just decided that I was gonna be her best friend, not that I’m complaining because she’s awesome. She is gonna be a really cool hero someday, she looks like a pink alien with horns and everything. Her quirk is acid, which makes it so much better! We had to compete against each other in the first exercise and she thoroughly kicked my ass.”

Without giving your parents a second to respond, you launched into a tangent about yet another classmate.

“There was also this other boy, he has green hair that totally looks like broccoli, and he’s honestly such a stalker! I think he has a notebook or something where he keeps tabs on everyone's quirks and their stats! It was so creepy, I NEED to stay away from that kid because I don’t want him to find out how my quirk works.” you said with a nervous look in your eyes, kneading your hands in your lap.

“Oh sweetie, don’t be silly! They’ll find out sooner or later, I mean you’re going to be in the sports tournament after all.”

‘Oh fuck’ you thought to yourself. You hadn’t even considered the fact that you’d be participating in the largest televised event in Japan. Your eyes widened as the requirements of being a U.A. student began to sink in.

‘I don’t want to start kissing random people just to get stronger… Why did my quirk have to involve something so private?! I don’t want my first kiss to be so meaningless! What if they make me kiss someone in training? Oh god..-’

Your thoughts were interrupted by your mom setting a plate of food in front of you. “Stop overthinking and eat with us, you’ll be fine sweetie.”

After dinner a new wave of tiredness hit you, normally you would have stayed up a little longer to watch some tv with your parents, however, you still had to read the syllabus, so you ended up saying an early ‘goodnight’ to your parents and headed up to your room.

'What a day' you thought as you dropped onto your bed, reading through the syllabus.

U.A.'s hero course curriculum consists of normal core classes like English, history, science and so, which always take place in the mornings, followed by a long lunch break. Although U.A. is a school that trains the next generation of pro-heroes, they weren't slacking on the normal education each and every student should receive.

Your eyes lit up when you saw the afternoon schedule.

"Basic hero training" you mumbled with a proud grin spreading across your face.

_____

You walked down the sidewalks of your neighborhood, wisps of early morning sunlight making their way through the trees. Your neighborhood tended to be on the peaceful side, but in the mornings, right before people woke up to start their day, there was absolute silence.

Birds would sing, a slow breeze would flow through, and you’d revel in the calming silence. You’d usually walk to school alone, but this routine had been broken after you met Ashido. You were getting excited as you saw her already waiting for you at the street corner, waving to get your attention, which made you pick up your speed. She greeted you with an enthusiastic hug once you made it to her.

“Oh my god, I am sooooo excited for today! Are you excited? I am excited!” Ashido said eagerly, jumping around like a bouncy ball.

‘How could this girl have this much energy so early in the morning?’ you thought to yourself while admiring the over-eager pink girl.

“Don’t get too excited yet, we still have to go through the boring subjects before basic hero training starts.” the moment you said that Ashido froze into place and gave you a disappointed look.

“Did you really have to remind me about that?” Ashido groaned, going from 100 percent to zero real quick.

“Sorry,” you chuckled and shrugged your shoulders, “but there is no going around it.”

“Just keep up the pace you sloth, we’re meeting up with one more person before going to school and they are already waiting for us.” Ashido casually said, raising her hand as if saying ‘talk to the hand’ and strode off.

“Who are we meeting up with Ashido? Why are you only telling me this now?” you whined, jogging lightly to catch up to your pink-haired companion.

“Oh just shut up, I am doing you a favor!” the alien girl said in a serious tone but you could see the corners of her lips quirked up into a small smile.

“ASHIDO, who are we meeting up with?” you said, letting out a frustrated sigh. It was way too early for people to be testing your patience.

“Nope! My lips are sealed. You will know who it is when we get there.” she simply shut you up and kept on walking in unusual and torturing silence.

Time flew by as the two of you continued your trek through the city.

“The meetup point is straight ahead, ohh I think I already see him..” Ashido began to talk again next to you but your attention had been somewhere else.

‘Aww KITTY!’ a soft squeal escaped your lips as you crouched down to pet the stray, completely ignoring Ashido who kept on walking, still talking as if you were next to her.

You were too occupied with the small creature in front of you to notice the growing distance between you and your friend. Animals really were your weakness, who could simply walk past them without giving them some love?

You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice Ashido waving to somebody in the distance with a huge grin on her face.

The first one to notice the lack of the other person’s presence was Ashido because when she wanted to see your embarrassed and shocked face, it suddenly wasn’t there. She turned back around and scanned the street for you, only to find your figure crouched down near someone’s driveway petting a cat.

“You have to be kidding me...” Ashido mumbled to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.

“EH (Y/N), GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” the pink girl yelled across the street, promptly gaining your attention.

“Wasn’t a cat the reason she came to school late yesterday? This girl… pff if it weren’t for me she’d probably be late again.” Ashido muttered to herself, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow once you caught up to her.

In your hurry, you failed to notice the red-haired boy only a few meters away, quickly making his way towards the two of you. The sudden flash of red in the corner of your eyes made you look into the direction of the approaching person, only to be greeted by a brightly smiling Kirishima.

Your face dropped at the sight of the boy and you could feel your ears begin to heat up at the embarrassing memories from yesterday, which were flooding your brain once again.

You gave Kirishima a small smile and quickly turned towards your pink friend with the same smile plastered on your face. The smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, which held a murderous glare.

“For your sake, tell me this is a coincidence,” you said in a dangerously low voice, but Ashido ignored your indirect intimidation and turned towards the red-haired boy unaffectedly with an innocent smile.

“Hey Kiri, I’m so happy we can keep on walking to school together,” Ashido said, almost bursting with laughter at the sight of your furious expression and the hint of pink which was now forming not only on your cheeks but also Kirishima's.

“I’m going to kill you!” you whispered the threat so that only Ashido could hear.

“Yeah I am happy too that we both made it into U.A.,” he said while scratching the back of his neck.

And before you even knew it this would become your favorite part of the day, with friends who soon would become more like family.

As the school building came into view, two figures stood out from the swarm of people who were walking inside of the premises. Everybody was heading inside, while those two were the only ones frozen into place. The two boys resembled an island in a stream of students.

“Oh hey look it’s Kaminari and Sero,” Kirishima said excitedly, pointing towards the boys.

‘Oh no...’ you thought to yourself, gulping down the lump in your throat while heading straight into dangerous territory.

“Oh hey it’s you the girl who wanted to tou-”

“YES! HI IT’S ME (Y/N)!” you quickly interrupted Kaminari before he could finish his sentence, “also hi, we haven’t been introduced yet,” you turned towards the other boy, which you didn’t know the name of yet and bowed.

“My name is Hanta Sero, nice to meet you.” the black-haired boy said to you and smiled.

“Now that the squad is complete should we head to class?” Ashido said, throwing her fists up towards the sky in excitement.

“C'mon, let’s go!” she yelled enthusiastically, pulling you and Kirishima along the way as she headed inside of the building.

Your first class of the day was English, as you took your seat behind Ashido you couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone’s eyes were on you but you didn’t dare to look for the person and kept on talking with your new friends.

It didn’t take long before Present Mic stormed into class and right away began the lesson by writing down four English sentences at the blackboard.

The man whom I respect most is my father.

That is the house in which he lived.

I well remember the day on which we both met.

Please tell that all you know.

“Now, which of these four sentences contains a mistake?” he asked into the room with a questioning look, holding up his English book.

You had to control yourself not to laugh at the priceless expressions your friends had. The looks of boredom and disappointment weren’t just plastered on your friends’ faces, everybody in class had a cloud of apathy hanging above their heads, everyone but Midoriya and the black-haired smarty-pants girl.

“Hey everybody look alive, grammar rules!” Present Mic yelled out as a result of literally getting no reaction at all to his previous question. He looked like a jumping jack, wagging his arms around hectically in a sad attempt to motivate his students.

“Yes, Yaoyorozu.” Present Mic called out to the black-haired girl with a hint of relief in his voice. She was the only one with her hand raised, but before Yaoyorozu could proudly answer your teacher's question the door swung open revealing a tired and sluggish Aizawa.

“Excuse me, Mic, but I need to borrow (y/n) here for a while,” he said in a monotonous way gaining a startled look from your English teacher.

“Ah.. yes, no problem!” Present Mic replied in a rather confused manner, class had only started like 15 minutes ago, how come one of his students was already getting called out? They didn’t even have the time to do anything stupid yet.

“Follow me!” was all Aizawa said, walking out into the hallway, waving his hand to underline his order.

“Ohhhhhhhh someone is in trouble!” Kaminari spoke up in a sing-song voice while wiggling his eyebrows, but Ashido had your back and shut him up with a smack to the back of his head before you could even say anything in your defense.

“How could she be in trouble? It’s only the second day of school?!” she growled at Kaminari, although her words weren’t showing any concern her eyes did look worried.

After making sure Kaminari wasn’t saying another word, Ashido looked back at you and nodded into your direction as if to make sure you were okay, which you returned to assure her that you would be fine. It was a small but meaningful gesture, one that you appreciated very much.

As you were putting away your stuff, you could feel the looks of your classmates glued to your every move, but one person, in particular, didn’t even bother to look your way, why would he care about some damn extra? Even the birds outside were more interesting than that shitty girl, who was in for some trouble.

Stepping into the hallway, you expected Aizawa to lash out on you or give you a scary pep talk as he did to Uraraka and the rest of the class during testing. You didn’t expect him to yawn and wave you off with the words “All Might is waiting for you in his office”.

“He is what now?” you said out loud, doubting your own ears. You couldn’t hide the genuine surprise on your face.

‘What could All Might, the symbol of peace, possibly want to talk with me about?’ you asked yourself in fear, seeing every bad thing you have ever done in your life flash before your eyes.

“He didn’t say. Just hurry up and stop wasting my time,” he said while zipping up his yellow sleeping bag, not batting an eye at you.

On your way to his office, you drifted off into your thoughts, thinking about all the possible reasons All Might could want to talk to you, leaving you even more clueless than before.

You were so deep into your thoughts, that you didn’t even realize you had been standing in front of his office for a solid 3 minutes. Gathering all your courage, you forced yourself to knock at the door, bringing your anxiety level to its peak. A loud “come in” from the other side of the door, brought you back into the here and now. You took this as your cue to enter, hands shaking slightly as you opened the door, feeling your heartbeat racing in your throat.

“Hello young (l/n), please, take a seat.” All Might said while gesturing towards the chair in front of him, giving you his iconic white-toothed smile.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?” was all you could manage to say after taking a seat, kneading your hands in your lab trying to calm yourself down.

“So, the others don’t know yet but I am going to be your teacher for the basic hero training course,” All Might began his speech.

Anyone else would have had their jaw on the ground at this point, anyone except for you. You were too busy overthinking the situation to even register the awesome fact that the symbol of peace himself would be your teacher. There wasn't really time for you to feel happy about it, because the only thing on your mind was, why exactly was he telling you this? Why just you and not the others?

“I've been preparing today’s training and as I was going over the different arrangements, I noticed that you seem to have a small disadvantage in comparison to your classmates. You see, before you even attended the school, U.A. had you fill out a hero costume form. Everybody had to do that, draw their dream costume just how they envisioned it with gadgets that enhance your quirks." All Might said, a faint smile dancing on his lips. For a moment, it seemed like he was drifting off into his memories as he stared into the distance.

"You probably ask yourself why I am telling you this right now, young (l/n). Well, the thing is that the hero costumes will play an important part in today’s exercise. I was going over all of them and yours stood out quite a bit. First I thought the development department had made a mistake, so I checked your hero costume form, to compare your design with your finished suit. I didn't really expect it to be almost entirely blank except for the assessments.” All Might said interrupting his own speech as he started to rummage through a stack of papers.

There was an awkward silence, the sound of papers being sorted echoed in your ears together with your heartbeat. You felt the need to break the silence, but you knew it wasn't the moment to talk right now, so you just watched intensely as All Might went through the different documents. As he was trying to find what he was looking for, you were trying to remember what you had written back then on your form.

“Ah, found it! Here...” he said scanning the paper.

“Your only request was that it needed to be a ‘flexible short jumpsuit with some high knee socks’, nothing else, not even a drawing.” All Might stated, raising an eyebrow at you, which made you squirm nervously in your seat.

You could see that he was trying to read your mind by interpreting your facial expression, wanting to understand the reasons behind not designing your own hero costume.

His blue eyes were staring at you, but he wasn’t really looking at you, you could see that his mind was wandering off to somewhere else. ‘How could you not have any wishes for your hero suit’ he thought to himself, reminiscing the time he himself had to think about his own hero costume.

He had wanted to be a hero as long as he could remember, thinking about his hero name, already designing possible costumes before he even knew if he had a quirk or not. He had spent so many hours of his life thinking about becoming a hero, even when he found out that he was quirkless, he never stopped dreaming about it. Being enlightened with the power of ‘One for All’ was the best day of his life, so why didn't you seem that interested in becoming a popular heroine? You had a pretty good chance at that too, from what All Might had read in your file. Your quirk is pretty strong as well, so why weren't you embracing it?

"I think I also mentioned that I wanted to keep my combat boots..." you mumbled to yourself, thinking back to you filling out your form. It wasn't that you didn't care about your costume, you just didn't think about becoming a hero from the start. You didn't even know about your quirk’s expanse until the age of seven. Before that, you had never really given the job much thought.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to be a heroine, I really do! The thing is, I don’t have any clue about my quirk, I have no control whatsoever, and I really can’t think of any gadgets that would benefit it. That’s the reason why my form was pretty much blank ‘cause you’d probably have a better idea of what would suit my quirk. As long as I can keep my boots and the costume has the colors black, red and turquoise I’ll be happy, so you do you!” you grinned, having gained more confidence over the course of your speech.

You were okay with reaching your limit of knowledge, that is why you came to U.A., right? So that the best heroes and teachers can help you figure things out. Till now, you had just watched from the sidelines, being in U.A. meant looking behind the curtains, seeing the work and effort everyone has to put in on a daily basis, learning about your own strengths and weaknesses and how to deal with them.

“I thought you’d say something like that. Which is why I’ve arranged for you to go to the development department and talk to Power Loader. He’s the best person to talk to about this and I’m sure he’ll help you create your perfect hero costume. I already told him that you’d be there, so you better get going young L/N.” All Might said, standing up and gesturing for you to get up as well. You complied, confusion in your eyes as he gently nudged you towards the door and into the hallway.

“Good luck young l/n! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!” and just like that he shut the door in your face, leaving you stunned and slightly speechless.

“He could have at least told me where I can find the damn Development Department before closing the door in my face...” you mumbled, slightly annoyed, throwing your backpack over your shoulder as you began your search for the elusive Development’s Studio.

_____

“Finally” you sighed as you saw the bright and playful yellow sign of the ‘Development Studio’ down the hall. Some boxes with fabrics, metal scrap and other things like cleaning stuff stood to the left and right of the huge metal entrance doors.

It had taken you quite a while to find the studio, which was located on the first floor of U.A. High’s main building. You had wandered around for a long time, getting more and more frustrated by the second after All Might had sent you off to find the office on your own. It was your first “real” day at U.A. and you were already missing class to go deal with your hero costume. ‘Pfff priorities’ you thought to yourself looking at the metal doors.

‘Let’s just get this over with’ you thought to yourself, looking down at the grey suitcase with green numbers on it, your number.

All Might had explained that everyone in class 1-A would receive a suitcase like yours, they were all numbered from 1 to 21, suitcase number “1” belonging to the first person of the class in alphabetical order.

As you were eyeing your suitcase, your thoughts started to drift off. You were the only one who hadn’t put in the effort to fill out the hero costume form. What if the costume they had made for you was absolutely dreadful?

The longer you thought about it, the more you wanted to facepalm yourself, what if they had put you in some kind of princess dress? You would have been forced to seriously defeat villains wearing something silly like that. Those pictures in your mind were terrifying and you fiercely shook your head to get rid of them before they scar your memory forever.

You took in a deep breath and focused yourself before you knocked on the door, hoping the man who managed the place wouldn’t be too mad about your tardiness due to your lack of orientation.

Loud rumbling was heard in the workshop followed by a muffled cry and a dull thud, which made you flinch and raise one eyebrow.

“Hello? Is everything okay in there? I’m coming in.” you said hesitantly after a small pause, entering the studio carefully, your body on high alert just like your eyes. You were on the lookout for any unusual signs that fit the noises from before.

As you walked into the studio you scanned the room for the person whos cry you had heard, but what you saw had your mouth agape.

The studio was filled with different tools laying on tables or hanging neatly at their designated place on the walls. Wooden planks, metal scrap, fabrics, everything was spread out over the different tables or put away in boxes. There were mannequins, some naked, others wearing some prototypes of suits or gadgets standing to the left. Different shelves were holding boxes of material, finished products or rolled up drafts.

You were standing in the middle of some crazy genius engineer’s workshop, there was just so much to see, chains hanging from the ceiling, a glass window which displayed some mannequin with a suit getting fried by a laser and cut by a chainsaw and there was a whole wall of monitors on your right. But the most interesting view of this place was the shirtless guy with a yellow helmet in the shape of a rectangular excavator claw, which was covering his head and most of his face.

‘What a weird and overdramatic jaw-guard’ you thought to yourself as you took in every detail of the short and skinny man, who was laying in a pile of boxes and gadgets.

You came to a halt right in front of the man, eyeing him warily as you held out your hand towards him.

“Looks like you could use a hand,” you said with a small smirk but still cautious of the unknown person with the strange helmet.

“Ah, thanks! You arrived just at the right moment.” he chuckled as he gladly took your hand.

You knew you had small hands but when the stranger took ahold of your it felt like your hand was miniature sized. You also noticed weird orange “L” shaped pieces at the end of his fingers. His hands had you staring, slightly tilting your head as if that would give you any answers to those claw-like fingers.

“You must be (y/n) (l/n) then, I am Higari Maijima also known as Power Loader. All Might told me that you would pay me a visit at some point today. So, what can I do for you?” he said in a kind voice, signaling you to come sit down at the second chair in front of the monitors.

“Nice to meet ya, I don’t know if All Might told you why I am here but apparently my heroine costume is in desperate need of some updates,” you said with a hint of sarcasm as you looked down at your suitcase.

“Oh, I got you! You aren’t happy with your design and how it turned out. Well, let’s see.” he said while turning towards his keyboard, his fingers were flying over the keys which seemed to be bigger than the average size.

He opened up some files and dragged them into some kind of program, not even a minute later a virtual you popped up on the screen wearing a short black jumpsuit.

“Wow” was all you could manage to say as you ogled the virtual you.

“Hm, that is a pretty plain costume, what is it that you don’t like about it?” Power Loader asked you as he opened up some more files about your requests and body measurements.

“Well, this is actually the first time I see the suit myself. Honestly, I expected worse from what All Might told me,” you said pulling down the corners of your mouth as you shrugged your shoulders. You were genuinely impressed by the outcome of your costume, they had taken pretty much everything you had written on your form into account, which wasn’t a lot. You had requested the colors black, red and turquoise and that you wanted to keep your combat boots. The finished product was a black short jumpsuit without sleeves with a high neck. It showed some skin on the sides, leaving your ribs bare.

Most of your costume was in black but an ordinary jumpsuit like that wasn’t fit for a heroine, which is why they worked with some pretty detailing in red and turquoise. Your shoulders had some red elements just like your thighs. You were also given some high knee socks and some long gloves in black with the difference that they had turquoise detailing on the ends. All in all your hero costume looked sharp.

“Wait, if you haven’t seen it before, why do you want to change it?” Power Loader interrupted your analyzation of the outfit.

“As a matter of fact, I never designed my costume. See?” you said pointing at one of the monitors which displayed your submission form.

“I honestly never really thought about it because I don’t even know how I can use my quirk to the fullest, I don’t know what would benefit my powers in the slightest. So, I just wrote down my measurements and the colors I wanted and et voilà!” you said pointing at the virtual you in hero costume.

“You see, All Might told me that I should talk to you about my quirk and possible gadgets. He said you would be the only person who would be able to create a getup, that would suit me and my powers perfectly,” you said expectantly while glancing at the pro hero next to you out of the corner of your eye.

“Think you’re up for the challenge?” you added with a devilish smirk, knowing exactly which buttons to press to motivate the engineer next to you.

“Let’s get to work!” was all he said excitingly rubbing his hands together as he rapidly typed on his keypad.

“Okay, tell me about your quirk, fighting style and preferences and let me do the magic,” he said and even though you couldn’t really see his face, you were damn sure that he had the same stupid smile on his face as you.

“So, I have a copy quirk ergo I need an all-rounder suit, it needs to be flexible and withstand all kinds of situations.”

“Copy that, what about protectors?”

“Ohhh, give me some knees and elbows to kill!”

“Some... what?”

“Those protection thingies!”

“Those?” he asked you pointing at some pentagon-shaped knee protectors in silver.

“YES, but make them sharper!”

“Okay... what about your fighting style?”

“Hm, I am a kickboxer so maybe something for my knuckles, wrists, and feet?”

“I can strengthen the fabric of your gloves around your wrist and give you some knuckle protectors. I would sew it into the glove, so you could break bones and still look stylish?”

“Yes, let’s do that! What about my shoes though? I really want to keep my lucky boots!”

“Don’t worry, I can work with your boots, no need to change them. You would have to leave them here for a while but I can pimp them up with some iron soles and shines that can act as armor. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a damn awesome hero outfit to me!” you said approvingly of the upgrades with a big smile. That was a hero costume you could get behind and kick some ass with!

“Okay great! I think I actually have some prototypes of those knee protectors you want, well some similar looking ones. Give me a second.” Power Loader said looking through the pile of boxes and gadgets he had been laying in minutes ago.

“Found them! Here,” he said, giving you a pair of plain silver looking knee protectors.

“From what All Might told me, you will be needing them this afternoon, just bring me your combat boots after you finished your first basic hero training. Who knows, maybe you come up with some more changes to your costume after practice.” Power Loader said giving you a gentle smile, which didn’t really suit his intimidating aura.

“Alrighty then! See you after I kicked some ass in my prototype suit! Bye!” you flashed him a quick grin and raised your hand goodbye as you skipped out of the development studio.

As you looked at the clock hanging in the hallway on your way to class your eyes widened in shock! It was already lunch break! You had literally missed all your core classes dealing with this problem. ‘How is that even possible?’ you asked yourself as you hurried to the cafeteria. It didn’t feel like you had been talking for so long and upgrading your hero costume didn’t take too long either, or did it? You apparently had lost your sense of time completely, there was no other explanation for this.

“Better hurry before I run out of time to eat lunch!” you mumbled to yourself as you searched for the cafeteria, where your pink-alien friend was already waiting for you. You couldn’t wait to get some food into your stomach before basic hero training started, ‘oh boy, will they flip if they find out who our teacher will be!’ you grinned to yourself stupidly.

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