#need something more chipper with my dinner now geez

[fairyfleshprison]

Finally a really watched Donnie Darko 8/10 chilling in a way that I wanna call comforting but more like in the way that waking up in reality after you've had a bad dream is comforting like you can acknowledge like Woah glad I don't actually live in that nightmare universe like youre chilled and a tad shaken but still like comforted that you can still grasp the reality after the fact

[bluearson]

Beautiful Girl

Request: Dabi’s sweetheart is insecure and thinks she’s not good enough for him. Warning: This one gets a little bit spicy at the end so look out  You met each other in the winter, on your way to work at a quaint little café. He caught your eye and over your shoulder you swear you caught him checking you out as you walked away. It had been weeks since you saw the stranger and you almost forgot all about the brief encounter you shared. You tried your best to forget about him, you almost even succeeded but there the mysterious stranger stood. You could barely make eye contact when he stood at your register. You exchanged pleasantries and he was gone just as quickly as he came. 

He kept coming back though, and eventually you began holding small conversations with him. Your coworkers even commented on how the last time he came in, he asked if you were working. When they told you weren’t in he thanked them and just left. The news flustered you quite a bit, it was something that stayed on your mind a lot longer than it probably should have. A few days had passed since then, and it still was fresh as ever in your mind. Geez.. how embarrassing it was to admit you had developed a crush on someone you met through work. “Hey Y/N.” The voice cut through your cloud of thoughts like a butter knife. You looked around and there you saw him, that same stranger who you saw often. You opened your mouth about to ask him how did you know my name? When you remembered that you wore a nametag at work, of course he knew your name. “H-Hi” You stuttered out, your cheeks redding as your eyes locked. “Can I help you with something..?” “I believe you can. It’s quite a difficult task you see.. I seem to have a dinner reservation for two. But unfortunately it’s rather expensive to cancel so quickly and I don’t think I could bear to go to dinner all by my lonesome. So, I was hoping that I could take you out to dinner, my treat.” HUH?!  You were dumbfounded and took a step back from him, nearly stumbling over the uneven pavement. He was swift on his feet. His left hand encircled your wrist gently as though you were a fragile thing and he steadied you back onto your feet. “Careful now,” He cooed into your ear “Wouldn’t want you to get a concussion.” His right hand felt warm on the small of your back, the sudden touch nearly made you jump. He was flustering you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Your checks felt so hot you swear you thought he’d call you a tomato. The sound of your heart- could he hear it? It was beating so loud in your ears. This was so embarrassing! You covered your face with your hands and knelt down to the ground. Hopefully if you just made yourself small enough maybe he’d stop teasing you and just go away already. Time had passed, it felt like eons. You peeked through your to see if he was gone but alas, he was right there, squatting before you. You squeaked in surprise. “Sorry to say little mouse, I’m not going anywhere until you give me an answer. Will you be my date Friday evening?”  “Sure.” You offered weakly, you lowered your hands from your face and rose back up. The stranger held out a hand towards you and made a grabbing motion. “Uhm..?” “Phone.” He bluntly replied. You tentatively held out your phone and watched as he entered in his contact information. You looked at the contact name and then back at him. “Your name is D?” “Sorry, first letter only until we know each other better sweetheart. Nothing personal. I’ll be around.. who knows.. maybe I’ll even swing by your little cafe again for some pastries.” He winked at her, “I like to think you made them yourself.” The smug look on his face as he walked away was burned into your memory. Friday evening.  Why did part of you feel like you weren’t going to survive an evening alone with him? You arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before the time that you were texted. You felt nervous but also excited. It wasn’t often that you got the chance to dress up and wear something nice. Your mind began to wonder as you thought about your date.  “Hey” A familiar voice, hot breathe against your ear and an arm suddenly wrapped around your shoulder holding you close. You tensed up initially but relaxed as you glanced over to greet your date with a smile.  “You clean up nice.” You noted that he even tried styling his hair for the evening. “Uhm, sorry if I’ve kept you waiting long.” “Hush little mouse, you didn’t keep me waiting.” He escorted you over to the host and whispered something to them. They nodded and gathered two menus and showed you to your table.  The evening was pleasant, although you spent the majority of your time talking. You weren’t sure if he was listening to everything you said and kept worrying if you were doing something wrong. “Sorry.. if I’m blabbering on and on, you can always tell me to stop talking if you don’t care.” “I like listening to you talk, I like your voice.. and I like the things you have to say. I’m sorry I’m not really much of a talker. I don’t really like to talk about myself and well.. I’m just enjoying the view.”  You smiled at him but on the inside you were absolutely freaking out. You weren’t sure you heard him correctly but asking him if he said what you thought he said was a million times worse.  Winter had come and gone and Spring was in full swing. You still couldn’t believe that the same man who used to torment you with his flirting was your boyfriend. You’ve been together for a while now. You were certain that you liked him, maybe you were even ready to say I love you for the first time. You muttered it to him, whispered into his chest when you’d cuddle together after a long day at work. But you’ve never clearly told him, “I love you” yet. It was a mix of reasons why, you didn’t know how to anticipate his reaction and that scared you but also deep down you wondered, why he kept wanting to be around you. What made you stand out against the sea of other girls in the world? Why out of all the people he could date, he chose you? You kept this all to yourself of course. He’d send you nice little songs when he was missing you. He’d leave behind his hoodies when he had to go on trips for work. He no longer was the stoic man who’d unrelentingly tease you and try to push your buttons to fluster you. Behind closed doors he was the softest man you’ve ever known. You kept a scrapbook he helped put together with you, it made missing him a little less hard when he’d be gone for long periods of time. When he’d come home, you’d practically jump into his arms as you threw yourself at him. He always managed to catch you, giving your face a full assault of kisses as if to make up for lost time. “I’ve missed you little mouse.” “I’ve missed you too Dabi” You cupped his face as you stared into his eyes and pressed your foreheads together. You weren’t your usual chipper self but you tried to mask it. There was a lot weighing on your mind, namely the whole fact that this man- was your boyfriend. You still couldn’t believe it. Even after your nights of passion, you’d still half-expect that he slipped away during the middle of the night. That or you just had a vivid dream, but the soreness that you felt was far too real to possibly be fake. “Hey Dabi...” You whispered quietly. He hummed in response as he opened an eye. “Is this a dream?” You asked tentatively. “I.. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or anything but, I’m a little worried about our future together.”  “I don’t know if we’re really there to talk about marriage quiet yet...” He shifted closer, pulling you into a hug. “Unless there’s something else going on that I’m not aware of?” “I just.. I’m a little scared one day you’ll get up and walk out of my life and disappear on me.” You burried your face into his chest as you sniffled, trying your best to not let him see you cry. “I’m not.. there are other people who are better than me. You.. You deserve better than me.” You trembled in his arms. He stared down at you he rubbed your back. “I’m sorry.. that you’ve had people before in your life that have hurt you like that. People who’ve abandoned you.. but I’m not like that little mouse. I love you. Is there something else that you need? Some way that I can prove to you how much I love you?” “No.. the world is full of attractive, beautiful girls. You don’t love me. You’re just making fun of me.. and when it stops being fun to fluster me.. you’ll leave.” You broke down into sobs, you didn’t want to say it. You didn’t want those words at all to come out of your mouth. But still, he held you tight as if it was the only thing that was keeping you from crumbling in his arms. “You’ll get bored of me one day..”  “Is that what you’re afraid of? Not being interesting enough for me? Not attractive enough?” He cupped your chin once you calmed down enough and wiped away your tears. “You’re more than just an attractive, beautiful girl to me though. I think you’re a gorgeous angel. I could never get bored of you.” He planted a kiss on your forehead as he rubbed your back some more. “I’m surprised we’ve made it this far. I’m always so scared that one day I’ll say something too snarky for you. That I’ll tease you so much you end up hating me for it. I never meant for you to feel like I’m just teasing you to make fun of you. I like to tease you because its cute when you blush. I like seeing you get so bashful you try to hide from me.” He grasburped your hand and kissed your inner wrist. “I love everything about you.. I love that you miss me as much as I miss you.” You sniffled as you listened to him. His words soothed you a little.  “I spent so long hating my body.. the way I looked and you.. there you are, a pretty thing, a gorgeous absolute fucking goddess.. sweeter than honey. You don’t care about my scars.. you’ve never asked about them.”  “Goddess...?” You asked quietly.  “Fuck yeah you’re a fucking Goddess.” He grinned at you, “With your permission of course, I’d like to pay worship.” He began planting soft kisses along your collarbone and down your breasts. “So please, as the man who worships you, may I have the privilege of worshipping my goddess?” “Y-Yes.” You nodded as your cheeks grew hot from embarrassment. Dabi peppered your skin with kisses, taking his sweet time especially around your sweet spots. “D-Dabi..” “Yes, my goddess?” He kissed a trail down your stomach. “I love you..” You smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair.  “I know,” He leaned up to capture your lips, “I’m going to make sure you never doubt my committment to you ever again, my dear.. goddess.” Taglist:  @some-kindofgnome @humanitiesstrongestchicken @hecatve @axerrri

[petri808]

Pranks Are So Revealing Sometimes…

@itafushiweek One bed prompt

After everything had finally settled and damages were assessed to Tokyo jujutsu high following the Kamo incident, the faculty decided it was time for a full renovation. They would fix the damaged areas but also update other undamaged parts. Including the dorms according to their teacher. The students were given a schedule of when each of their rooms would be worked on and given boxes to pack their belongings for temporary storage.

“Don’t worry,” Gojo grinned. “Shouldn’t take more than a day or two per room.”

“Yeah, okay,” Megumi stared back up at his teacher after reading the information. “But where are we supposed to sleep if our room is being renovated?”

“Oh, well since the unoccupied rooms will also be renovated during this process…” the man tapped his chin. “Got it! You bunk with Yuuji, then switch when it’s his rooms turn.”

“Cool! A sleepover!” Yuuji pumped his fists in the air. “We can hang out and watch movies and eat junk food and just crash from a food coma.”

Megumi swallowed thickly with a groan. “I’d rather you give me your credit card,” directing his comment to Gojo, “so I can get a hotel room.”

“No, can do buddy. Come on, it won’t be that bad.”

Yuuji threw an arm over Megumi’s. “It’ll be fine,” his brilliant smile causing the man’s cheeks to redden. “Movies and food, we’ll have fun.”

Megumi looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ugh! Fine!”

“Good.” Gojo patted his student on the shoulder. “Now that’s settled, get packing young Megumi. Tomorrow we’ll be starting with your room.”

With Yuuji’s help, it didn’t take long for Megumi to pack up his belongings. There really wasn’t much, fitting everything into 3 medium sized boxes. Mostly clothes, some books, and minor items. He packed a bag with just enough to be displaced a couple of days, and if the renovations took longer, he could probably just borrow clothes from Yuuji. They were roughly the same size anyway. The boxes were then taken to Yuuji’s room and stacked in a corner out of the way.

But the full toll of the situation didn’t really hit Megumi until the morning of the renovations. He was awoken around 7 am by Gojo, letting him know the construction workers would be there in 15 minutes. Great. So, he dragged himself out of bed and walked into Yuuji’s room planning to get a couple more hours of sleep. It should be fine considering Yuuji rarely got up early on a day off.

The problem was— ‘Only one bed…’ Megumi groaned internally as he swiped his hand down his face. Duh! How could he have missed this detail?! And there was no way to fit a second bed in the room since they were only designed for single occupancy.

“Ugh…” Megumi shuffled back out of the room in irritation. Guess he’ll just go get breakfast and figure out what to do next!

Look, he didn’t have a problem sharing a bed with another person. It’s just sleeping on a bed instead of the hardwood floor, what’s the issue with that? If it was anyone else, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Yuta, whatever— no problem. The PROBLEM is it’s Yuuji. Maybe one of them will let him stay with them? Megumi put his head down on the kitchen table with his arms over his head in frustration. No… that would be weird to ask. Gojo already made all the arrangements between everyone, so if he suddenly had an issue with it, they might find that suspicious and he really didn’t need them asking questions, or worse teasing him about it.

He could hear it all too. What’s wrong with Yuuji? You worried something might happen? Too afraid to confront your feelings. Wink, wink. Aww that’s so cute you’re embarrassed. But Yuuji’s a good catch. Yada, Yada. Maki’s monotone, “just man up” tone was not something Megumi wanted to hear. ‘It’s just a night or two… no big deal. He’ll sleep on one side; I’ll sleep on the other. What could go wrong?’

“Morning!”

Megumi’s body immediately went stiff at the sound of Yuuji voice. Damn guy was like a cat this morning, he never heard him come in! Or did he just miss it because he was too wrapped up in his mind?

“Yeah… morning,” Megumi responded as he sat up in his chair and pretended everything was fine. “Sorry, I didn’t make coffee or anything yet.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can make breakfast. Want some?” Yuuji responded in his chipper way.

“Sure, since you’re offering.”

“I see they started working on your room. That’s what woke me up.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, That’s why I’m up too. Gojo kicked me out at 7.”

“Oh, if you were tired, you could’ve just gone back to sleep in my room.”

“Nah. I’m fine.”

“You still look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” Yuuji placed a plate of food in front of his friend, then sat down across from him with his own. “So, got any plans for today?”

“Not really.”

“I was thinking of grabbing some snacks from the store for tonight.”

���Something happening tonight?”

“Movie night! Remember?”

“You were serious about that?!”

“Of course! We rarely have time to relax, so this is a perfect opportunity.”

“Well, since I’m stuck in your room… what movie are you picking?”

“You can choose. I don’t really care. How about I’m in charge of snacks and you grab the movies.”

“Fine. I’ll dig something up.”

The pair part ways for the rest of the day. Megumi felt it best to keep himself occupied so he wouldn’t think about that night. So, after breakfast he got some training in with Yuta and Maki who between the two really kept him on his toes. The construction work on his room sounded a lot more extensive than Gojo had relayed based on all the noise coming from within. Someone had placed a “do not enter” sign on the door, and so when Megumi walked past it, he didn’t bother peeking. By the time he returned from shopping around 5pm, it was silent. ‘Guess they’re done for the day.’ But since the sign was still up, it wasn’t finished. ‘Ugh, it better be done by tomorrow night.’

“Hey, Megumi!”

Megumi froze in place. Damn it with Yuuji sneaking up on him! He turned around. “Yeah?”

“I got food!” Yuuji held up two plastic bags stuffed full. “Dinner, snacks, drinks. Did you grab the movies?”

Megumi pulled three DVD cases out of his shopping bag and showed it to his friend. Three movies would kill about six hours, which meant sleeping right after they were finished, equaled less dead time to worry about.

“Sweet! Let’s get started!”

The moment of dread was upon Megumi the instant he walked into Yuuji’s room and laid eyes on that single bed. And as the dorm mate puttered around oblivious to his nervousness, he just watched quietly as the man plopped the bags onto the bed and grabbed a laptop from the desk. This was it, no turning back now.

“Why are you just standing there?” Yuuji questioned with laughter in his tone and patted the bed. “Come on, before the food gets cold.”

Megumi rolled his eyes as if nothing was wrong, but his heartbeat picked up the pace with each step towards the bed. He should be happy that Yuuji was so oblivious to emotions, and yet a part of him was annoyed… maybe disappointed… Megumi quickly shut those thoughts down as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“So, just to get it out of the way. How is this gonna work? Like which side do I sleep on?” Megumi questioned.

Yuuji stopped fusing with a food container and looked over. “Oh, hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I can sleep on either side.”

Well since he was already on one side. “I’ll just take this side I’m on then.”

Yuuji gave him a thumbs up. “Pass me the first movie.”

The first movie… all the movies he’d chosen were just action types. Megumi wanted something with as little romance as possible and knew Yuuji didn’t mind action or horror. Frankly, he thought it was funny his friend still loved horror after becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. Don’t they see enough of it in real life? Between the movies and the eating, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Yuuji became so engrossed in what was on the screen, it helped his anxieties stay lowered.

Megumi had taken up a position with his back against the wall sitting upright, and legs stretched out in front of him, while Yuuji was next to him with about a foot of space between them. Mid-way through the third movie, Megumi was genuinely paying attention since he’d never seen it before, when he felt a pressure against his shoulder. His eyes flared, cheeks heated up, and adrenaline spiked his heart rate. Yuuji had fallen asleep against his shoulder. No kidding this guy could fall asleep anywhere! Versus him who was too wide awake now to even think about it.

The last thing he wanted to do was awaken the sleeping man and make things even more awkward. So, Megumi tried to gently push his friend away to simply rest against the wall. His first several tries failed, but on the fourth, success… briefly.

“Mmm,” Yuuji stirred without waking and shifted on his own to curl up in Megumi’s lap instead!

��Fuck, my life!’ Megumi screamed in his head. Things just went from bad to a disaster!

Again, Megumi tried to shift the man away, but every time he tried Yuuji would whine.

“Stop moving…” Yuuji mumbled and wrapped his arms around Megumi’s waist, snuggling his face deeper into the man’s leg.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Megumi gritted out in a muffled anger. By now, his whole body felt like it’d been stuck in a furnace and was being roasted alive. Ugh! Yuuji had turned into a damn octopus clinging to its meal! And yet… Megumi had to admit the man was cute as he slept. Geez, he even smiled in his sleep!

Not much he could really do, Megumi exhaled in defeat. So, he did his best to turn off the laptop screen using his foot and shift it close enough to reach. He then grabbed it and placed it onto the nightstand next to the bed, leaving them in a darkened room with only the gentle breathing of Yuuji as any sound. Okay, fine! Megumi counseled himself. Just ignore the fact there’s someone attached to you and try to get some sleep. The faster he went to sleep, the faster the nightmare would end. So, he shifted his body to lie down, then turned over onto his side hoping Yuuji would also readjust.

And the man did, just not in a way Megumi wanted. Yuuji simply snuggled up to his back and weaved an arm around his torso like he was one of those giant stuffed animals you win at a fair! He pushed the arm away, but it sprang back into place.

Megumi screamed in his head. He was so tired… ‘just ignore it, ignore it, ignore it…’

The sound of birds chirping caused Megumi to rouse the next morning. Perfect, his torture was over, it was time to get up— ‘Why was the pillow so hard—’ his eyes opened in a panic as his hand felt the unmistakable sensation of muscle beneath clothing. Without moving an inch only his eyes shifted over and saw the outline of Yuuji’s body lying on his back and he was curled up against his side! ‘Oh, fuck!’

Fight or flight kicked into overdrive as Megumi sprang from the bed like a cat and bolted out of the room. Every nerve ending along his skin was on fire and his mind freaking out, praying Yuuji had slept through it all. ‘This is gonna be so awkward if— What the?!’

As soon as he made it out of the room, Megumi almost ran right smack into Gojo. The man had one hand on Megumi’s bedroom door and the other carried a cursed doll, like the one Yuuji had trained with to practice energy control. “What is that for?”

Realizing he was busted, Gojo slipped the doll behind his back. “Nothing. I was just gonna check on the progress.”

“Uh-huh…” Megumi’s eyebrow raised, instantly suspicious. “Well, let’s just check,” he opened the door himself and walked in. “What’s going on?!” He whipped around. “Are they finished?” Because his room looked exactly like he’d left it the morning before. And he meant exactly!

“Really?!” Gojo pretended to be surprised. “That was quick! Looks like you can move back in. Well, see you at breakfast.”

Gojo turned to leave but Megumi grabbed his shoulder.

“Oi! What the hell?! There was no construction was there you prick?!”

“Nonsense! They must’ve finished yesterday.”

Megumi narrowed a menacing glare at the teacher. “That damn doll was the one making all the noise, wasn’t it?”

“Um… no…”

“And you were about to plant it for a second day!”

“Of course, not! I’m just carrying it around…”

“You’re such a shit liar!”

“Careful Megumi, might wanna keep your voice down lest wake up Yuuji.”

“What do I care if he wakes up now?”

“He’ll find you missing and the bed empty and be sad.” Gojo grinned defiantly then took off in a sprint, cackling like a mad man down the hall.

Bastard pranked him! Megumi screamed as he took off after the man. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

[theatricks]

A Sincere White Day Recipe - Chapter 3

Video here, translation below!!

The Secret Story of the Formation of the White Day Alliance

Fumi: Ichie, you have the list of the ingredients, right? Ichie: Got it~ But, it's no fun looking for them alone. Let's buddy up and shop together☆ Fumi: No. If I'm going to drill the basics of cooking into you, we can't waste even a second. Fumi: Besides, you don't want to have any regrets, do you? Fumi: Let's practice as much as possible and treat Tamao to a delicious dinner. Ichie: Mm... Alright! Can't let Tamao be the only one who feeds us☆ Ichie: I'll do my best to see her smile! Okay, I'm off to shop☆

Ichie: Bouillon, bouillon, where are you~☆ Karen: Huh... Whaaa!? Ichie-chan!? Ichie: Aah! It's Karen-chan☆ Karen: Wa~h, what a coincidence. Doing well!? Ichie: I'm doing super well☆ And you seem like your usual chipper self. Karen: Of course I am~♪ Are you shopping, too? Ichie: Yep! Tamao gave us chocolates on Valentine's, so we're planning a surprise dinner for her in return! Ichie: Today's a shopping trip to buy the ingredients☆ What about you? Karen: Same, same!! I'm planning a surprise in return for Valentine's, too! Karen: But, I couldn't come up with any ideas, so I thought I might get inspiration if I went shopping~ Ichie: Ah, could the recipient of that surprise be Hikari-chan? Karen: Wawah, how did you know!? Ichie: Fufufu~ Well, y'see... I'm the Cutie☆Esper Girl, ICHIE! Ichie: Just kidding~ Truth is, anyone could tell by looking at you two~☆ Karen: Ehehe, yeah! Ichie: That's so nice~ So then, you snuck out alone today? Karen: Nope, Banana's here, too! Ah, maybe you don't know who 'Banana' is!? Ichie: Fufufu, don't underestimate my powers of perception~☆ You're talking about Nana-chan, right? Ichie: Her name's Daiba Nana-chan, so 'Banana-chan'! Karen: Right on the mark~! And that surprise dinner idea is wonderful! Karen: At Christmas, Hikari-chan was delighted over the Mister White cake Banana made her... Karen: I want to make her something tasty like that, too~ Ichie: Nfufu... Truth is, it's not just a dinner, but...whisper, whisper, whisper. Karen: Eeeh! Wow! You're really going to do that!? But, well, I also...whisper, whisper, whisper. Ichie: Wow☆ Nice idea! That'll definitely make Hikari-chan happy~! Karen: You think? No, you're right! I hope White Day comes quickly!

Fumi: (Chinese cabbage and potatoes. White mushrooms and onions... Next is the seafood mix.) Nana: Fu~mi-chan♪ Fumi: Eh? Ah... Daiba-san. Nana: I knew it was you♪ Shopping for dinner? Fumi: No, today I'm...how should I put it? Instructing a cooking class for White Day? Nana: A cooking class? Fumi: Ichie wants to prepare a dinner in return for Valentine's, but... Fumi: The girl has no experience cooking, so first I'm drilling her in the basics. Nana: I see~♪ So what are you making for this White Dinner? Fumi: Just my special white stew. Nana: A special stew for White Day... Sounds like something that would warm both your body and your heart, so nice♪ Fumi: Th-Thanks. Nana: Actually, we've been worrying over what to do for White Day, too... Karen: Ah, there she is. Oooi, Banana~! Karen: Ah, Fumi-chan's here, too! Hello~! Fumi: Y-Yes. Hello, Aijo-san. Ichie: Oh-hoh, Fumi-chan, are we being shy~? Fumi: I-I am not being shy! Fumi: (I'm really not, it's just, I'm not used to being called Fumi-chan...so, it caught me a bit off guard!) Karen & Nana: ...? Fumi: I-I know! If you're lost as to what to do for White Day, why not consider a dinner, too? Karen: Ah, so you two were talking about that, too! A White Day dinner would be great! Nana: Yeah♪ But if we use our kitchen to make it, we'll be found out right away and it won't be a surprise. Ichie: Aah, you both stay at the dorms, huh. Then, if we make it together at Fumi's place, the problem's solved, right? Fumi: Wait, how did it come to that!? Ichie: We'll make our own while helping them out, it's killing two birds with one stone☆ Ah, but it might be hard to bring it from Fumi's place to Seisho, I guess. Fumi: ...Well, if you freeze the stew it shouldn't be too hard to carry and the smell won't give you away, either... Ichie: There's that sort of underhanded trick!? Well, then, it's decided! Ichie: Y'know, despite how she appears, Fumi lives on her own! Karen: Ee~h, amazing! How mature~! I wanna see what your place is like! Nana: A dinner is a great idea and you'd be helping us out by letting us use your place, but would it be too much trouble for you? Fumi: Eh? I wouldn't say it'd be trouble... Fumi: (Having said all that, I can't exactly tell them something that would make it seem like I'm just putting up with them. Ah geez, I didn't even think about that...) Ichie: That reminds me, cooking's your forte, isn't it, Nana-chan? Karen: It is! Banana is basically our mom, after all! Nana: I don't know about it being my forte... I just enjoy things like cooking and baking♪ Karen: Yeah, but, the stuff you make is tasty every time! Fumi: I-I see! Well, then, you're welcome anytime. Do you think you could teach even Ichie a few things? Ichie: Aah, that'd be great! Fumi's so spartan, it'd be nice to be taught gently for once~☆ Fumi: Hey! I gently and carefully guide you! Fumi: Well, no matter. Anyways, if we practice from now until White Day at my place and you carry the frozen stew back on the 13th, the surprise should be a success, no? Nana: Yeah, that's perfect♪ Thanks, Fumi-chan♪ Fumi: I-It's nothing you need to thank me for. Ichie: With that decided, let's hurry to Fumi's and get cooking~☆ Karen: Yes! Let's get cooking~☆ Nana: And so, our secret cooking class with Karen-chan, Ichie-chan, and Fumi-chan begins♪ Fumi: Daiba-san, what are you taking a photo of? Ichie: Eh, a photo!? Peace, peace! Karen: Banana, take a cute one! Peace♪ Ah! I'll take one with you in it next! Nana: Fufu, thanks♪ You all look really nice. Fumi-chan, smile a liiittle bit more for me♪ Fumi: L-Like this? Nana: Perfect♪ Alright, I'm taking it~... There, bananice♪

[minnie-marvel]

A Hellish Form of Jealous (Loki x Reader) Part 1

You were beautiful, you were confident, you were smart. If these midgardians couldn’t handle your total package then maybe a god could.

Loki x reader

Words:2,127

A/N: AHHHHH OKAY I DON’T KNOW IF YALL PEEPED IT BUT THIS FIC IS BASED OFF OF NICK JONAS’ JEALOUS BWAHAHAHA

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You sighed softly as you stared at the empty calendar at your cubicle. Your weekends were unbearably and unnaturally free for the past few weeks but that was about to change. You stood from your desk and pulled your hair out of its ponytail letting your fingers comb out through your locks.  You sauntered over to the break room eyes scanning for your co-worker Harry. He was so handsome with his curly blonde hair and sweet brown eyes. His laughter bounced off the walls of the break room like a ball until it reached your ears making the edges of your lips curl into a smile.

Your feet seemed to carry themselves as you approached him fixing your hair before flashing him a charming smile. “Harry hey! haven’t bumped into you in a while,” Oh man, you were just so smooth, weren’t you?

His smile faltered after meeting with your eyes and suddenly lifted back again but different this time. You felt your eyes awkwardly dart to the side. He was definitely forcing that smile.

“Ohhhh Y/N!! Good to see you!! What have you been up to?” He asked cordially. You could have rolled your eyes. Don’t push yourself now Harry, you might puncture an organ.

“Oh you know, working, keeping the earth’s safety in balance, the usual compound stuff…” You joked flatly watching him look over to the side. Man, it was as if he’d seen a ghost or something. “Anywho, I was wondering if you were doing anything this weekend? Maybe we could grab a drink or two get some dinner….” Your words trailed off of your lips as you saw Harry visibly pale at the mere mention of a date with you. 

“Unless the idea of that completely repulses you…?! Oh my god man!!!” You snapped suddenly planting your hands on your hips. “Damn, you could just say something instead of staring at me like I’ve got two heads on my body!!!” 

You saw Harry’s eyes glue to the floor in shame as he scratched the back of his curls. Now you really were rolling your eyes. You turned on your heels not believing that you actually had experienced this in person. You were angry, you were embarrassed, you were upset.

“Wait!!” Harry called for you. You didn’t know why you even graced him with a look over your shoulder. “Look… I’m sorry Y/N… it’s just…ugh.” He put his hands over his face and your expression scrunched up in disgust. 

“Harry you’re embarrassing yourself. I’m the one who you just rejected and somehow I still look more competent than you. Pull yourself together for Pete’s sake.” You scoffed walking off again crossing your arms over your chest as you left an icy air behind you.

“God… no wonder he likes you so much.” You heard him mutter under his breath.

“Do you still have something you want to say to me? Or are you just going to keep mumbling to yourself like a baboon?” You asked. Your eyes could have rolled out of your head and onto the floor and it wasn’t even noon yet. When his reply didn’t come you sighed leaving the room again a familiar face catching up to you. 

“Wow Y/N, that’s like… the second rejection you’ve gotten this month!!” Your coworker Lila chirped unnaturally chipper.

“You say that like it’s a good thing, Lila,” You retorted. You shook your head slightly. Your ice queen demeanor was still showing. 

“I’m sorry Lila… it’s just… it’s not fun getting rejected all the time by attractive men,” You explained while making your way down the hall with her. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’m confident, I’m intelligent! I’m not too bad on the eyes either,” You noted with a swing of your finger as you listed your positive qualities.

“You’re practically perfect Y/N! All these wimpy guys are just intimidated by you!! You need a real man who’s going to know how to treat you like the queen that you are!!” She said with a nod. You rolled your eyes as she put a smile on your face. 

“And who do you think could handle all of this?” You asked motioning to your body laying a hand on your butt. “I mean I don’t even think God could handle all this in heels and a nice dress without double-taking.” 

You both stopped dead in your tracks as you saw a very muscular Thor exit a training room, a towel wrapped around his thick neck and shoulders that somehow glistened in the artificial lighting.

“Well…. Why don’t you find out??” Lila whispered to you. She planted her hands firmly on your back.

“Lila!! Shit no- I was just kidding don’t you fucking dare-” It was too late. She gave your body a rough shove and soon you were fumbling over your feet straight into the Norse god. 

He caught you easily one strong arm resting on your abdomen before he set you back on your feet seemingly without effort.

“Ah!! Lady Y/N, we meet again!! Tell me, what pleasure do I owe to be graced with your smile this day?” You felt your face flush. You weren’t sure if it was the glistening biceps or the heavenly smile that he shot you, but you definitely felt your knees almost wobble as you stared on.

“Thor!! Last time I saw you, you caused a power outage!!” You recalled.

“Ah, so you remember that do you? Tell me, have you seen Loki anywhere? I’ve been looking for him all day and you two are usually on the same wavelength.”

It was true; Loki had been your friend since you had first uttered your first fuck you’s to Tony for ruining one of your favorite pumps due to an accident that involved no fire and Dum-E. You guys were the same, quick-witted, silver-tongued and not afraid to put a bitch in their place. But besides the occasional lunch or coffee, Loki never really wanted to hang out with you. You figured as much, you two were both so similar that you were sure he’d come to hate you if he stayed around too long. You didn’t mind although, it just made the moments you did spend with him that much more memorable, you never conversed about the same things twice.

“I actually haven’t run into him today yet… but…” You felt your words get caught in your throat. Were you really about to ask this god out? Was that like, blasphemy? 

He looked up at you with those stormy blue eyes and you almost swooned. You didn’t care about blasphemy. You were determined to get at least ONE date this month and if these average Joes couldn’t handle you then maybe a god could.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go out for drinks this weekend?” You were hopeful, Thor was such a sweet person and now that he and Jane weren’t together anymore, it meant he was available.

He looked utterly perplexed and apologized immediately almost making you groan in exhaustion.

“Not you too… Geeze do I have some hot man repellent hormones on me or something?? What gives!!” You threw your hands in frustration and rubbed one of your temples.

“I apologize, Y/N…. I just thought well… my brother has always been so fond of you…” He said thoughtfully as he scratched his beard watching you just about boil over in anger.

“What??” You suddenly searched his eyes looking into their still confused expression. 

“Are you not going out with my brother?”

You felt yourself blush. The idea of it didn’t repulse you, in fact, someone might say that it would seem like a match made in heaven. But Loki never liked spending time with you for too long. If you even tried to go on a date with him you were pretty sure he’d eventually end up trying to disappear in the middle of it.

“No… I’m not.” You answered him finally after clearly your thought obviously embarrassed by the question. “Loki would probably hate dating me we’re just too similar,” You said mostly trying to reassure the thoughts in your head. Great, Thor just had to plant this seed into you. 

“Well, why don’t you talk to him first, I’m almost certain he has some sort of complicated feelings on you last time I talked with him,” He rested a hand on your shoulder now and gave you smile that you thought made angels sing.

“If he denies my intuition then I would be happy to take you out for the evening,” Thor offered. He took his hand back slowly before taking the towel off his shoulders. “I’ll see you soon hopefully,”

You watched him disappear down the hallway before Lila ran back over to your side grabbing at your arm. “What did I tell you??? Thor’s got his eyes on you!!” She encouraged jumping up and down happily.

“And Loki might too…” You said thoughtfully feeling your heart skip a beat. You bit your lip gently before walking off, headed to the one place you knew where Loki had to be.

“Hey, where are you going???” Lila shouted after you.

“Just have to see something, I’ll be back later!!!”

Before you knew it you walked into the compound library where Loki sat in a dark corner one leg propped properly on the other a book in his hands. His green eyes lifted up to you slowly before he arched an eyebrow and smirked.

“Ah Y/N, I was wondering when you would come to find me today,” He set his book down on the coffee table next to him and pointed off to another chair close by. 

“What have you been up to all day hmm lord of mischief? You asked pulling the chair right from across from him. You sat yourself down and crossed your legs staring him down. 

He didn’t stare at your legs, or your obvious attempt to look a little more ravishing than usual. You wanted to slap him upside the head with a brick that said ‘I’M TRYING TO FLIRT YOU, IDIOT’.

“Nothing entertaining that’s for certain,” he showed off his book before setting it down again. “And you?” He took up a cup of hot tea in his hands the steam from it dancing upwards into the air.

You tried to hold back your sigh. Obviously, you weren’t going to get anywhere with him. You were pulling out all your tricks, letting your hair out of its usual ponytail, wearing your best blazer, crossing your legs so that he got a nice view of your calves (you had been working out quite a bit!). Nothing was working, and you knew exactly why. You let your body posture relax and shifted your legs off of one another so that you looked like you weren’t trying to eat him alive.

“I had an interesting conversation, with your brother actually! He offered to take me out for a date this weekend, he’s looking for you by the way.” Loki nearly choked on his tea coughing softly to himself before wiping his lips of any tea that dripped from his mouth.

“A date?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow at his reaction. No way…

“yeah, do you….mind?” You asked resting your chin on a propped fist. “Because if you don’t want me to go out with Thor I can totally stay behind and we could hang out on our own or something,” You offered. You saw his eyebrows raise in shock.

“What?? Me?? And..and you, preposterous,” He said whisking away the thought with another sip of tea. 

“Y/N darling, you know that I’m fond of your company but we’re from two different worlds!! This is beneath both of us,” He shook his head in soft laughter and you felt your face heat with embarrassment and rage.

“Fine then, I didn’t know I was so obviously repulsive,” You hissed standing up from your chair. You took out your phone from your pocket and started tapping away furiously.

“What- now Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it like- what are you doing?” 

You pressed send. “I just texted Thor that I’ll be ready tomorrow at eight,” You said simply. You flipped some of your hair over your shoulder as you watched Loki’s eyes lower in an underlying jealous anger.

“What?”

“Dating me might be beneath you but apparently it’s not beneath Thor, I’m going to go out with him,” You said simply. 

“Hey, this was a good chat,” You said sarcastically already turning to leave. “Bye Loki,” You left him behind in the library with himself his jaw clenched as a harsh breath escaped his nose.

He was almost glad he was wearing green, it suited his obvious envy quite well.

Part 2

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[mystical-flute]

Black Coffee & Pumpkin Pie - Ch. 4

Ao3 || Ko-fi

"You're sure you're ready to introduce me to your family?" Alice asked, still sitting in the passenger's seat of Margot's car, playing with the lace on her shirt.

Margot smiled and kissed her head. "Of course I am. It's been almost a year after all. It's time for you to meet them. They'll love you, I promise. My family is super accepting, don't worry. None of them are anything like your mom."

Alice shivered a little at the memory of introducing Margot to her mother. It hadn't ended well, and she and Margot had been traveling Europe trying to forget the tantrum her mother had thrown. Despite Margot's assurance that her family was going to be more accepting of their relationship, Alice still felt a bit uneasy.

"Are you okay?" Margot asked with a small frown.

Alice nodded. "Yes. I trust you, Margot. With my life."

Margot looked out the window and smiled as a car pulled up behind them. "That's my mom. I'll be right back. I'll wave to you when I'm ready." With that, she hopped out of the car and ran up to her mother, leaving the door open so Alice could hear their conversation.

"I had no idea you'd be home. If you'd called ahead of time I would have been home by the time you got back. I hope you haven't been waiting too long," Margot's mother said with a smile.

"No, not too long at all. Traffic was a nightmare getting through Augusta or we would have been here sooner."

"'We'? Margot, who is 'we'?"

Margot's cheeks flushed a brilliant pink, before she waved Alice over. With a bright smile and a bounce in her step, Alice hopped out of the car and waved.

"Mom… this is Alice Jones. My girlfriend."

The mother paused for a moment, looking at the pair of them together, before giving the women a warm smile. "Oh. Oh Margot I'm so happy for you! Hello Alice. My name's Zelena. Welcome to Storybrooke."

Alice gave Zelena a relieved look. "It's so nice to meet you Zelena. Margot told me so much about you and Storybrooke that I just had to come with her when she said she was ready to come home."

And to get away from my crazy mother.

Chuckling, Zelena shook her head. "That's my daughter for you, wanderlust has her heart, but it looks like you've managed to fight it off. But Margot," she said, her tone turning urgent as she looked at her again, "it really is a good thing you've come home. I don't know if my message got through, but Bobby's been in the hospital for a week now. He was in the abandoned mines and got trapped."

Margot's face fell. "What? Oh no! I should get to the hospital right away."

"I'll take you. Here darling, get your things in the house and we'll go. Alice… would you like to come with us?"

Alice was surprised at the question. "I – me? I dunno, that seems like something you guys should do by yourelves. Trust me. I can even make dinner if you want. Though… it'd only be marmalade sandwiches but – "

"Alice, I want you there. If it's as bad as Mom says, I'm going to want you there with me. Besides, I'm sure the family wouldn't mind meeting you, even if it is under this set of circumstances," Margot said softly. "You might be the thing they need to cheer up somewhat."

"You think so?"

"I do."

"Well… alright then," Alice said with a weak smile.

Soon enough, Zelena was leading Margot and Alice down the hall to Bobby's hospital room, where two adults, whom Alice could only assume were his parents.

"Aunt Mary? Uncle David?" Margot said softly.

"Hm? Oh! Margot! Zelena, you didn't tell us she was home," Mary-Margaret said with a small smile as she stood and embraced her.

Zelena smiled. "It was a surprise to me too, Mary-Margaret. You know I would've told you otherwise. And she brought someone along with her, I hope that's okay."

Alice shuffled nervously as she looked at the pair. Maybe it was a bad idea for her to come right now…

"Oh – no, of course it's fine. We trust her," the dark-haired woman said as she rose from her chair. "My name is Mary-Margaret Nolan, and this is my husband David. And, you are?"

"My name is Alice. Alice Jones. It's nice to meet you both. I'm sorry it isn't under the best circumstances though," Alice said with a shy smile and she shook both of their hands. "I'm Margot's girlfriend."

"It's a pleasure, Alice. Welcome to Storybrooke," David said. "If there's anything you need, feel free to find me at the sheriff's station. I'm the seriff."

Alice gave David a bright smile, lighting up at the mention of a sheriff. "Oh! My papa's a detective in Seattle! I think you'd really like him!"

David smiled. "Is he now? Always nice to hear of another police officer."

Alice nodded, before looking at the boy in the bed and biting her lip. "So… this is your son, right? What happened?"

"Storybrooke was a mining community when it was first founded, but we eventually closed them down. Despite how well-sealed the mines were, teenagers always managed to find a way inside. We'd hoped, with David being the sheriff and being at every rescue, that our kids would know better than to go down there but…" Mary-Margaret explained with a resigned shrug. "The mine shaft he was in began to collapse, so there was a lot of dust that got into his lungs. We're hoping the damage isn't permanent."

She could only stare at Mary-Margaret. "Oh – I'm so sorry, Mary-Margaret. I hope he gets better soon."

"Thank you Alice. It was so nice of you to come."

"Can I ask another question?"

"Of course; I have nothing to hide."

"Are you and Zelena sisters? Margot talked about all of you but, no offense, you don't look all that much like Zelena," Alice asked. She was insanely curious about that fact, despite knowing that it could be a little offensive, and she inwardly kicked herself for saying it out loud to a woman whose son was laying in a hospital bed.

To Alice's surprise, Mary-Margaret actually chuckled softly and shook her head. "No, Zelena and I aren't sisters. The story is a little more complicated than that. See – "

Mary-Margaret was cut off from her story at the sudden sound of choking. Robert Nolan's eyes were wide open, and he coughed around the tube in his throat.

"Doctor Whale!" David screamed, and Alice stepped out of the room with wide eyes to give the family some privacy as a doctor and several nurses raced by her.

"Well, this is going much better than it did with my mother!" She thought, pleased with how things were turning out. "Despite something happening with Bobby, of course. I hope he's okay. That sounded bad…"

She paused when she saw a pair of men walking down the hallway. Was that…? No, it couldn't be.

Could it?

"Bae?" she said with wide eyes as she looked at one of the men.

Neither man seemed to pay much attention, with one of them turning and walking down another hallway.

Huh.

"Hello to you too!" the second man said, waving to her. Briefly, Alice was confused, wondering when she'd greeted him, until she realized that 'hey' started a lot like 'Bae'.

Alice cleared her throat. "Yes, hello. Are you going to visit Robert?"

"I am," he replied. "Come with a card from the fire station and everything. You were visiting him too, I assume? I don't recognize you though."

"Oh – I'm Alice. I'm Margot Mills' girlfriend," Alice replied with a small smile. "I came here with her."

"Pleasure to meet you Alice. I'm Ali. Margot huh? I didn't realize she was back in town. Anyway, are they accepting visitors?"

Alice could only shrug. "I dunno. He started coughing and the doctor and nurses ran in so I stepped outside. I don't know what happened after that."

Ali frowned. "Oh geez. I'll go check. Thanks. And it was nice to meet you again."

"You too Ali!" Alice said in a chipper tone, continuing down the hallway, a spring in her step. She glanced down the hallway the man that she'd seen with Ali disappear down. She didn't see him again though, which caused a small frown appear on her face. Why did he seem to be so familiar, despite the distance they'd had?

Ah, well. Maybe she was wrong. That happened sometimes. Instead of dwelling on it, Alice paused in front of a vending machine, glancing through the options.

"Would you like anything, Alice?"

She started, looking over to find Zelena next to her.

"Oh – I don't know. I'm just browsing," Alice said.

"You look like you're deep in thought. Is everything okay?"

Alice shrugged. "Well, yes or no? I'm not too sure actually. Ali, that man that just went into Bobby's room? There was someone else with him."

Zelena frowned. "Was there? Ali was the only one to come inside…"

"Yeah, but that's because the other guy walked down another hallway. I would just shrug it off since maybe he's here to visit someone else but… I don't know, Zelena, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he looked a lot like my cousin before he ran away…"

She didn't notice the look in Zelena's eyes, quickly masked by a face of concern. "Your cousin ran away? Well… you know Alice, I'm a private investigator, if you'd like, I can help you find him. Why don't you tell me all about him?"

Alice beamed at the woman. "Thank you Zelena, that would be amazing!"

-----

Neal felt his hands shaking as he ducked down a far hallway from where his intended destination. Shit. Shit. What the hell was Alice doing here? Why was she here?

More importantly, what was he going to do?

Tugging at his hair, Neal exhaled slowly. Dammit all. As much as he'd liked hanging around Alice before he'd run away from home, he really didn't want her to blow things for him right now. Looking around, Neal dropped into a free chair in the small lounge he'd found and put his phone to his ear.

"Neal, honey, what's the matter?" Eudora's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Mama…" he breathed, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone that could be coming near. "I need some advice. Badly."

"Of course, what is it?"

"It's my cousin. My stepfather's niece. She's here in town. I haven't seen him since I ran away from them and… I don't want her to recognize me."

"So let me guess, you ran down another street so she wouldn't see you or talk to you?" she guessed with a small hum. "Thus making her more suspicious if she had any to begin with?"

"Well, I…"

"Neal… you know you're going to have to tell your daddy you're there soon, right?"

"I know, Mama. But I'm still trying to find information on him before I tell him I'm here," Neal sighed. "He seems shady, like Mom and Killian would say."

"That doesn't mean they're right about everything regarding him. You know that."

"I know…"

"Besides, maybe you can recruit her to help keep your secret. You told me she was the only one out of your family that you trusted in the end. I'm sure you can trust her now, Neal. And remember, if you ever want to come home…"

"I know. I can go back to New Orleans."

Eudora chuckled an affirm. "You should come back soon though. I'm sure Tiana would love to see you back home. And we could really use your help at the restaurant."

He laughed softly. "I'll see what time off I can get, mama. I promise."

"Of course. I wouldn't want to take you away from your work, honey. Call me soon, okay?"

"I will. Bye, Mama."

Neal ended the call, feeling slightly calmer now that he'd spoken with Eudora. Maybe she was right. Maybe letting Alice in on his plans wouldn't be such a terrible idea.

He just hoped she wasn't too suspicious of him already.

A few days later, Neal found himself sitting at the counter at Granny's.

"Did you want anything else, Neal?" Emma asked with a smile as she slid over his plate of food. "Maybe some mayo so you can make that ketchup-mayo stuff you seem so keen on?"

He laughed. "You actually remembered that? But yeah, sure, I'd love some, if it isn't too much trouble."

"Not at all. It's my pleasure."

He laughed. "Wow, you're really working for a big tip aren't you?" he teased.

"Well, you know, cars are expensive. And I might be planning a trip with some of my friends and I want a little spending money," she hummed in response.

His brow raised as she slid a small thing of mayo over to him. "A trip, huh? Where are you going?"

Emma beamed. "My friends and I are planning to head to New Orleans actually. For spring break. I'd love to be able to go over the winter break but with Hanukkah, Christmas, and New Years in December, it's a bit hectic."

Neal smiled, stirring the ketchup and mayo together. "New Orleans, really? That's ironic. If you want me to give you some good, local places to go to just let me know. Those are the best places to be, not necessarily the tourist traps."

"Really? That'd be great! Thanks Neal!"

"Course, any time."

"I get off at five if you want to come by the farm and talk about it."

He blinked in surprise. "Uh. Are you sure? Aren't your parents going to be busy with Robert and everything?"

She waved off the worry. "My parents won't mind. Besides, Bobby's actually doing better, so they've relaxed a lot in the last few days. He woke up! And the doctors say his levels are going back to normal! It's really amazing, even if I still want to kill him for scaring us like that in the first place."

"I can't say I blame you," Neal replied with a small laugh and taking out his phone to check the time. "Alright. I'll hang out here at 5:00 and you can show me the way."

"See you tonight," Emma said with a small wink and a giggle that had Neal's heart beating just a little bit faster.

Neal nodded as she wandered off to check on some of the tables, and began eat until the door opened, and Alice walked in, holding hands with another woman.

He hid a smile behind his glass and nodded to Alice once when he caught her staring.

"Is that you, Bae?" she murmured, leaning against the stool next to him.

He glanced around, making sure no one was around before answering. "Yes. It's been a long time, Alice."

"Where have you been? Do you know how worried we've been about you?" Alice whispered. "Why did you do that, Bae? Why did you leave?"

Neal exhaled. "Please, don't call me that. I go by Neal now. I'm here to figure out my past."

"What?"

"My dad and everything. Alice, please don't tell anyone. You're the only one I trusted before I ran away. I'm trusting you again with this."

Alice's eyes got wide. "I – yes, okay. I'll keep your secret. I promise. I won't even tell Papa you're here. I'm just… I'm just so glad to see you B – Neal. I'm so glad you're okay."

Neal smiled at her and squeezed her shoulder. "I'm glad to see you too, Alice. I missed you."

"Alice! You ready to sit down?"

Alice looked over and grinned at the woman that had called her, nodding. "Be right there!" With another glance at Neal, she whispered "girlfriend", before heading over to the booth where the other woman waited.

Neal leaned against the counter with a smile. Damn, he was glad to have an ally in this town.

"This must be a bit of a culture shock for you, huh?" Emma asked as they made their way up to the large farmhouse later that evening. "Coming from New Orleans and all."

Neal nodded. "Yeah, kinda. What's your dad even farm, anyway?"

"Vegetables, mostly. But we have sheep and a couple cows. You'd never guess that Dad's such a country boy when you see him in action, but he really is."

He chuckled. "Well it's a nice farm. I'm sure my sister would be in awe of the fresh produce here. She loves to cook."

"You have a sister?"

"Yeah, Tiana. She's the one that encouraged me to come here, actually."

"What, was she that desperate to get rid of you?" she teased, pushing the front door open. "Mom, Dad, I'm home!"

"Hey sweetheart. Your dad took Eva to the hospital to visit Bobby," Mary-Margaret said as she appeared from what Neal could only assume was the dining room. "Oh? Who is this?"

"I'm Neal Cassidy. I just arrived in town a couple of weeks ago. I'm a firefighter. Emma asked me here to help her plan her trip to New Orleans."

She smiled. "Oh yes, of course. Regina mentioned you the other day when she was over. It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Mary-Margaret, the principal of the elementary school. I'm sure you're tired of hearing this, but thank you for helping to save my son."

"All part of the job, ma'am. It's nice to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you from the guys at the station," he said politely.

Mary-Margaret laughed lightly. "Oh I'm sure. Alright, I'll let you guys plan the trip Emma. But Neal? Just make sure they're safe?"

He nodded, taking a seat at the table with Emma. "Of course I will. I promise."

They were left alone, Emma pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. "Okay! Spill all the details about New Orleans."

So he did, and the dining room was filled with laughter, their chairs slowly getting closer and closer, their cheeks flushing pink at the shared charge in the room.

Finally, Neal decided to do something about it. "Hey uh – Emma… did you maybe wanna go to the Fireman's Ball with me? It's coming up soon and I really don't know what I'm doing."

Emma looked up at him and grinned. "I'd like that Neal. I'd like that a lot."

While he couldn't have imagined that this was where the night would go, Neal had to admit, he didn't exactly mind, and he returned to Granny's that night with a clear head and a spring in his step.

He may not have had much information on his dad yet, but he wouldn't complain that someone had caught his eye.

[edxwin-elric]

All-Nighter

So, fair warning: this is my first attempt at fanfiction ever. Here we go. 

(I don’t fully understand a lot of fanfic terminology yet, but I’m a quick study.)

Rating: M/nsfw (Smut, swearing)

Pairing: EdWin/Edward x Winry

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Title: All-Nighter

Description: EdWin One Shot

Set early in part one of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, when Ed and Al first return to   Resembool after facing Scar.

Word Count: 4442

A/N: Reviews are much appreciated. Happy reading!

ffn || ao3

Edward

“Edward! I thought I told you to call first when you’re heading back here for maintenance!”

Fuck! Why are wrenches so hard? And why the hell can’t I catch a break around here? One second Granny is on me about my height, the next Winry is throwing things at my face! And all this after that douchebag blew my arm into a million pieces.

“WINRY! Are you trying to kill me!”

Oh God. She’s laughing. That’s not fair! She has a cute laugh. I can’t be mad at her when she’s doing that. But I can sure try.

I turn to glare up at her when I pause.

Fuuuuck. She’s basically topless in that black stretchy thing. I have to look away…but I can’t. I mean, are those…? No. Those aren’t… I can see her nipples. Shit.

“Welcome back,” Winry chimes after she finally stops laughing enough to speak.

“Yeah.” I glare back at her as hard as I can to keep my thoughts hidden.

I mean, she’s already to going to murder me over my automail. If she knew what just went through my head…

Yeah. Not gonna think about that.

Winry

Grr. That idiot! How did he manage to destroy something so beautiful? Walking in here with my hand-crafted, finest-quality, custom-designed automail reduced to mere fragments of its original form. And he had the nerve to tell me it was “just in smaller pieces.” Smaller pieces my ass. If I didn’t love him—I mean…if I didn’t want him and Al to get their bodies back as soon as possible, I would not be doing this.

God. What time is it? Like…three a.m. I glance up at the clock and suppress a groan. Try four-thirty. The sun is probably going to come up before I even get truly started on this thing. I should just charge Ed double. Even with the rush-order fees. That would make up for it. Not to mention I have two more whole nights of this to look forward to. After taking a second to stretch and get a fresh cup of coffee, I settle back into my groove. I have got to get this done.

Wait. Was that a rooster crow?

“Look at you working hard so early in the morning,” Ed’s chipper voice grates on my nerves.

“Been up all night,” I mutter.

“Wait. Like all night? No naps or anything?”

“No, Edward,” I grumble. “I didn’t stop for a nap. You want this arm finished, don’t you?”

“Well…yeah. I mean, yes. Like yesterday, but–”

“But what?” I whip my head around to look at him.

“You’ve gotta be tired, right?”

“Tired?” I frown at him. “You’re interrupting my work on your rush-order arm to ask me if I’m tired?”

“Uh…”

“Of course, I’m tired, you idiot!” I snap.

“Okay!” he shouts back at once. “I’m sorry! I just thought you should take a break!”

“Oh, now you want me to take a break? First a nap, now a break? I thought you were in a hurry to get to Central!”

“I am!”

“Then why–”

“Geez, Winry, I don’t know. Maybe I thought you could focus better on your work if your mind didn’t turn to mush from lack of sleep! Or maybe I was worried about you–”

He stops mid-sentence, and I blink twice.

“What?” I whisper.

“I said, uh…maybe you need some rest.”

He’s lying. That is not what he said, and his face is turning red. Oh my God. He’s blushing. Wait. He was worried about me? Just because I didn’t sleep? That’s…

No. Edward Elric doesn’t think about me like that. That’s nuts.

“I’m really fine,” I finally say aloud.

“Bullshit,” he grits back, frowning. “I can see the dark circles under your eyes. You really think you can go another two nights without seeing a mattress?”

“Yes, I do!” I answer loudly. “Now, if you’d please get out of my room, I’m going to get back to work.”

“Oh, so you’re skipping meals now, too?”

“Get out, Ed!”

“Fine!”

Thankfully, he shuts the door when he leaves. Of course, my stomach growls almost immediately into the sudden silence.

I wasn’t planning to skip breakfast. Just like I had sort of planned to take a nap in a little bit. But Ed just pissed me off. Who is he to tell me how to do my job? I’m the mechanic here. He’s just an alchemy freak.

An alchemy freak who got a full-night’s sleep.

My eyelids start drooping, and I sigh. Something about him brings out my stubborn side. If Al had said any of those things, it wouldn’t have mattered. I would be eating a delicious meal with plans for a few hours nap immediately after.

But no. Now I’m determined to work straight through today. To change my mind now would make Edward right, and I just can’t have that. He’s the idiot that busted his arm up, not me.

Edward

Stupid Winry. Why does she have to be so bullheaded? Now the sun is setting, and she’s been up there working all day, just to prove some fucking point. Worse, I don’t even know if I’m allowed to be upset since it’s my arm she’s slaving over. Still, I wish she’d take a break for like a minute.

I glance around at the view from my spot on the porch. It’s not like anything has changed around here in the past four years.

That’s a lie. Winry has changed. Not about being an automail-obsessed whacko, obviously, or her personality at all. I mean, her hair is pretty much in the same style as before. Not that I really have room to judge. But I’ve noticed a few changes. For example, her top she was wearing yesterday gave me a pretty good idea of how her chest has filled out. And this morning in her room, I may have peeked a glance just to be sure.

Damn. Those things are perky.

And fuck, but the way her hips move when she’s got the top half of her suit tied around them. Shit. I shouldn’t think about this.

“Edward! Winry! Dinner!” Granny’s voice jerks me out of my dangerous train of thought, and I twist toward the door.

Hopefully, Winry will come eat. She’s gotta be starving by now. And eating with just Granny and Major Armstrong to talk to has been…torture. Even Al has been annoyingly unhelpful with them. Though, I can’t blame him. He’s stuck in a box after all.

Winry

Granny made stew.

My stomach wails at me, and I put a hand over it to try and calm it. I’m not going down there. I have work to finish. And Ed will be there to confuse me.

But it smells so good.

“You’re not eating again?”

I flinch and look at the door.

“Edward. You scared me,” I mutter breathlessly.

He shrugs.

“There’s still stew left over if you want me to get you some.”

“No. I…”

A bowl lands in front of me on my workbench.

“What is this?” I frown and look over at him.

“I knew you’d say no.” He reaches up to scratch his neck. “So, I brought you some anyway.”

“Uh…thank you.” I duck my head and glance around for a spoon.

“Oh. Here.”

I watch him grab the rounded utensil out of his back pocket and hold it out to me.

“Thanks.”

“When you’re done, bring your bowl to my room. I’ll take care of it for you.”

“Oh.” I blink. “Okay.”

“Later.”

He vanishes out the doorway, and I stare at the spot where he was for a long time before I snap out of it.

He brought me stew. And he wasn’t even weird and condescending about it. Strange.

I eat quickly, and exhale a slow breath of contentment before I stand. My belly is happy to not be empty anymore. Grabbing the bowl and spoon, I start for the stairs before I remember what Edward said. I turn the other way and cross the hall to his room.

“I’m, um, finished,” I announce awkwardly.

“Oh. Okay.” He slides off the mattress and crosses to me.

He’s lost some of his clothes since he brought me dinner. Not that I haven’t seen it all before, I have. I’m his automail mechanic. Half-naked Edward is the same as any Edward.

Only…

“You okay, Winry?”

I blink and my eye stops on the disheveled sheets on the bed. God, that looks inviting. Comfy…ready for a deep sleep.

“Hello? You in there?”

“Huh?” I look back over at Ed, who is standing by the window, where he put the stew bowl.

“You look a little out of it. Do you need to lie down?”

“Not this again,” I growl.

“No.” He holds his hand up. “I’m not trying to start something. I swear. You just… Just come sit with me for a second. Let me…rub your shoulders. Or something.”

He’s blushing again. He turns away quickly, and I know he’s trying to hide it.

“You know you only have one arm, right?” I remind him as I sit down on the edge of the—oh God—heavenly mattress.

“Yeah. I know,” he mutters. “You’ll just have to deal, I guess.”

“I could go work on your other arm,” I point out. “Then you could massage both my shoulders with two hands.”

“Shut up and let me do this already.”

I bite my lip so he won’t see me grinning as he climbs onto the bed behind me. I stop breathing for a second when he brushes my hair off my neck.

“Could you hold this for me?”

“Oh. Sure.” I grab my ponytail and pull it over my shoulder. Having only one hand, he can’t keep my hair out of the way and rub my neck at the same time.

His fingers brush the skin of my shoulder, and I feel my entire body tense up. What the heck? It’s just Edward. It’s not like he’s never touched me before.

“You okay?” His voice is soft.

God. I could listen to him talk in that tone forever.

“Yeah. Go ahead,” I whisper.

He’s barely got a grip on my neck, rubbing at a knot when I moan. I don’t mean to; it just slips out. I immediately clap a hand over my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut. Edward goes still behind me, and I wince. He definitely heard. He doesn’t say anything, but then I feel him shaking.

“Edward Elric! Are you laughing at me?” I squeal at him.

“What? No,” he sputters at once. “I was… You just…”

“Just keep…rubbing my shoulder.”

I turn away to hide my flaming cheeks. It takes everything I have not to repeat the sound when he starts up again, but I manage. He continues kneading the skin of my neck, shoulder, and back. Mmm. It feels way too nice. He shouldn’t be this good at this, honestly.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Winry,” he speaks up suddenly, catching me off guard.

“What?” I turn to look at him.

“Before. I… I was surprised, I guess. And…I can’t say I didn’t like the sound.”

“Wait. What?” I raise my eyebrows and stare at him.

“Nothing,” he says quickly and returns his focus to my back.

“You liked it?”

“It was…I don’t know, hot. Leave me alone.”

He thought it was hot? Like…sexy? He thinks I’m sexy? Wait, no. That’s not what he said.

“I can go.” I pull away from him and start to stand, but his hand on my wrist stops me.

“No. Don’t do that. Not yet.”

“Why not? You’ve gotten all my knots out.” At least from my left shoulder. “And I need to get some more work done on your arm, or you’ll be lopsided forever. I mean, with only one arm you can kiss your future career as a masseuse goodbye.”

“Not that I don’t want two arms again,” he starts, rising from the bed and getting in my space, “but…I had a different kiss in mind.”

I blink rapidly. He’s not talking about… No way.

“Edward, what–” I quit talking when his hand touches my cheek.

“Winry…”

“What are you… What… Ed, I think–”

His head tilts, bringing his face even closer to mine. I stop breathing.

“I missed you,” he says, his lips brushing my own.

And then he’s kissing me. Alone in his room in the middle of the night. Until suddenly he’s not.

I look up at him in the pale moonlight from the window and watch his eyes get wide.

“Oh shit,” he whispers. “Winry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”

“Shut up, you idiot.”

I grab his neck and pull him back into me, reigniting the kiss. Only better. His hand reaches around behind me, pulling the tie out of my hair. Instantly, he tangles his fingers in my blonde tresses.

“Who are you…calling…an idiot…automail junkie?” he gasps at me between kisses, and I roll my eyes.

“Alchemy freak,” I return, pulling him down onto the bed.

He lands on top of me, his real knee dropping down right between my thighs. He breaks the kiss and stares down at me.

He’s shirtless, and I can’t complain. I love his chest. I want to lick it. All of it.

“Winry…”

“Hmm?” I blink and meet his eyes.

“Are we really doing this?” His voice is soft again and inviting.

“Doing what?” I murmur to match his tone.

“Uh…we’re on top of each other in bed,” he starts slowly. “And we were just making out. That sort of implies…”

“Oh.” I blink. “OH.”

“You weren’t thinking that far ahead?” He smirks down at me.

“Uh…”

Sex. He’s talking about sex. Oh my God. I’m about to have sex with Edward Elric. No. Wait. I want to have sex with Edward Elric. And he’s asking me to.

“Yes,” I blurt out. “I do. I mean, I want to do this.”

“Oh.” His brow furrows. “I…”

“You…you don’t want to?”

Oh God. If he doesn’t want to, this will be beyond humiliating.

“Oh no, I do,” he assures me quickly. “I just…wasn’t expecting…”

“Just…kiss me some more,” I suggest frantically.

I mean, that part was going well. Right?

“Okay...” He nods and leans in again.

I whimper this time. I can’t stop myself. He tastes too good. And the feel of his body on mine… I lift a hand and run it up the center of his abs and over his pecs. Dear lord, what has he been doing all this time? I swear his muscles weren’t toned like this before he left.

He stops kissing me and sits back, and I blink.

“What’s wrong?” I run my fingers through his hair. Now that I’ve started touching him, I can’t seem to stop.

“I want…to take your top off,” he confesses awkwardly.

“Oh. Uh, sure.” I sit up and reach for the hem. “Wait. Did you want to–”

“I can’t,” he interrupts. “Only one hand.”

He holds it up to make his point, and I wince.

“Right. Sorry.”

I take it off slowly, keeping my eyes closed, so I don’t totally freak out. I mean, Ed has seen me in a bra before. Like yesterday for example. But this is…intimate.

I throw the shirt onto the floor and steal a glance at him. The look on his face makes me feel invincible. That awe. Like I’m some sort of goddess sitting in front of him.

“Ed?”

“Can I…?” He reaches for the side of my bandeau, and I hold my arm out of the way.

With a single tug, my right breast comes free of the material. The sudden exposure to the air tickles my skin, and I feel my nipple tighten.

“Damn,” Ed mutters.

I want to be shy and hide from him at the same time I want to hold his attention like this forever.

“You can touch me,” I tell him, trying not to sound choked.

“You’re sure?” He gives me a searching look.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Here, actually. Let me just…”

I quickly remove the scrap of fabric entirely, leaving me bare from the waist up, and lay back on the bed. He stares at me for a second, and I imagine I can feel the heat of his gaze spreading over my whole body. Finally, he reaches his hand out. His palm is so close I can feel the warmth coming off of it when he hesitates.

“What…”

“Are you really sure?” he repeats his earlier question.

“Yes.”

“I… I don’t want to do anything wrong,” he goes on. “I don’t want to...to hurt you.”

“Then let me do it.”

Before he can move away, I grab his hand and pull it the rest of the distance to my chest.

“Oh,” I gasp softly at the new sensation.

No one has ever touched me like this.

“Fuck.” Ed leans toward me, keeping his weight on his knees, pressing his forehead against mine.

Then his fingers move. Gently squeezing. Exploring. His thumb running across my hard nipple. He rolls it between two fingers, and I moan.

“God, Winry.”

He switches to the other side at the same time he starts kissing me again. Everything he does sends heat and electricity through my veins. His knee between my legs moves closer, and I roll my hips against him, my aching sex rubbing along his strong thigh muscle.

“Geez, Winry. Fuck.”

“No,” I plead as he sits back. “Don’t stop.”

“Just for a second,” he murmurs. “I need you to take your pants off.”

“My…”

“And then help me with mine.”

Oh my God. This is… It’s… We’re…

“Winry? Did you change your mind?”

“What? No.” I shake my head quickly, taking a slow breath. “No,” I repeat softer. “I… Let me up, so I can lift my hips.”

He waits a beat before moving, probably to try to read me. After some awkward movement and more than a little hushed swearing on Ed’s part, we’re naked.

Both of us. Together.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand moves through my hair and down my side—brushing my breast, over my ribs, stopping at my hip.

“You…” I pause to force a breath. “You’re one to talk, Edward.”

“Me?” he scoffs softly. “I’m a patch job with missing pieces.”

“No,” I argue firmly. “Don’t do that.”

He may be missing a natural limb here and there, but that doesn’t make him any less beautiful. If anything, it adds to it. If you can call such masculinity beautiful.

“Right.” He ducks his head slightly, and I know he’s blushing. “Uh…what now?”

“Well…” I glance up at him and then over to the window. “I think…we just do what feels right.”

“Okay… Yeah. That’s…easy.”

“You’re panicking, aren’t you?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? No. I… I can do this. I mean, it’s… You’re…”

“Kiss me, Edward.”

He lets out a short breath and nods. “Okay. Yeah.”

I don’t know what it is, but when he’s kissing me, everything comes naturally. His lips crush mine at the same time his bare hips fall between my legs, making direct contact with my wet slit.

“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth, and I take the opportunity to bite his lower lip.

“Don’t stop,” I hiss, running a hand up his back, feeling the muscles there flex against my palm.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts, leaning his weight onto his arm for leverage. “Dammit.”

“What?” I blink at the change in his tone and still my hand on him.

“I can’t…” He sits back and runs his hand through his hair. “I can’t do it with only one arm.”

“Oh…” I frown, feeling deflated and frustrated. “Okay...well, what if...”

“What?” He looks down at me with a frown.

“I could be on top,” I suggest softly. “So, you wouldn’t have to use both hands…”

“That could work…” he answers slowly, dipping a finger between my breasts and tracing the edge of one. “But I really wanted to do it this way.”

“Well, too bad,” I mutter. “This will have to do.”

I plant both feet in the bed and manage to roll him onto his back in one quick motion.

“Holy shit,” I mumble. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I take it back,” Ed pipes up softly, his eyes locked on my swinging boobs. “I’m cool with this position.”

“Good,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss him again. “Because it’s too late to turn back now.”

With that snag figured out, there’s nothing left to stop us. I can’t ignore the feeling of his hard cock beneath me, and from the sounds he’s making, neither can he. With his good arm, he carefully lines it up with my core, and I start to slowly lower myself down. Until I feel something stop me.

“That’s…” He looks from where we’re joined to my face.

“Yeah.” I nod. “I…”

I don’t finish my sentence. Instead, I shut my eyes and force myself the rest of the way.

“Shit,” I hiss, trying to ignore the wet stinging my eyes.

“Fuck. Winry, don’t cry.” Edward starts to sit up, but I stop him.

“I’m okay,” I assure him, breathlessly. “It…burns a little, but…”

I roll my hips once, and instantly the feeling changes from pain to pleasure. So, I do it again. And again.

“Damn, Winry. I think you’re going to kill me,” Ed groans, reaching up to grab my hip. He uses his grip there to hold me steady while he matches my downward strokes with his upward thrusts.

The addition of his participation is too much. The hot, satiny feel of him throbbing and stretching me, combined with the way my chest is brushing over his, is overstimulating.

“Edward,” I whimper. “I… I’m going to…”

“Do it.”

He reaches up to grab a fistful of my hair and holds my face to his, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. And then I come. It feels like every cell in my body is connected directly to the place where he’s driving in and out of me. Like I’m going to fly out of my skin. I’m afraid it won’t end; I’m afraid it will.

I’m still coming down from it when his movements get erratic. With one final thrust, he jerks up to a sitting position and locks his arm around my ass, holding me to him. I feel him pulsing inside of me, and I slowly slide my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder.

After a minute, he slowly lays us back down. My hair is spread over his chest. Our bodies are still connected. I don’t ever want to move. I’m not actually sure I can.

“That was…” he starts hoarsely.

“I know,” I murmur.

“Do you…want to stay a while?”

“I…think I have to,” I confess. “I’m not sure I can walk.”

He laughs silently, and I can feel his chest vibrating.

“Don’t get a big head,” I flick him in the ribs.

“Ow! Okay.” He reaches around me to rub the spot before tangling his hand in my hair again.

“I…think I’ll take that nap now. If that’s okay,” I whisper.

“Hold on.”

Being incredibly gentle—like gentler than I knew he could manage, he slides me off of him, breaking our connection, and swings his legs over the side of the bed. After a second, he has the sheets fixed, and settles back in beside me, pulling the top one over us.

“Is this okay?”

“Come here, you idiot.” I grin, and pull him into me.

I must fall asleep quickly after that, because the last thing I remember is his breath on my neck.

Edward

Winry is acting weird.

I mean, she’s not acting weird, which is why it’s weird. If I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t know for sure if what happened the other night was real. I left before she woke up in hopes she would catch up on some sleep. Even though I’m the reason she was so tired. Me and my arm anyway.

But after, when I went to check on her, she was completely focused on her work. Didn’t give me the time of day. Hell, she even threw me out. Of course…I wasn’t exactly holding flowers and chocolates or anything. I… I panicked. I didn’t know what to say, so I asked her about my arm.

When she attached the nerves yesterday, she didn’t even act… I don’t know. She was the same as always. But…I guess that’s okay. I mean, we’re not a couple really. She’s my…mechanic. That sounds wrong now.

“Hey, brother? Are you ready to go?” Al appears at my side, and I flinch.

“What? Yeah. Let me just grab my gloves.”

“Okay.”

He heads out the door, and I glance up the stairs at Winry’s room one last time. She’s asleep. I hope. Even with the nap I coerced her into, she was a dead-girl walking the last few days.

Grabbing my suitcase, I turn and follow Al outside where Granny and Major Armstrong are waiting. Al is giving the dog a goodbye as I pull my gloves on.

“Thank you again for everything, Granny.”

“Sure,” she replies in her usual tone.

“Hey.” Al stands suddenly. “Where’s Winry?”

As if on instinct, I steal a look at the balcony. Like she might appear there on cue.

“Resting,” Granny answers bluntly. “She stayed up three nights in a row.”

Nope. I am not even going to feel guilty about that.

“Do you want me to wake her?” Granny continues, and I quickly school my expression.

If Winry isn’t going to act like anything has changed, neither am I.

“Nah.” I wave her off. “That’s okay. She’d just nag me. ‘Make sure to do your maintenance,’ or whatever.”

We start down the road, when Granny calls us back.

“Hold on a second, boys. You should come back once in a while and have dinner with us.”

Al and I both laugh a little at that.

“You want us to come all this way into the mountains just for some dinner?”

Granny grins, which is why I miss the balcony door opening.

“Edward. Alphonse. Come back soon, ‘kay?” Winry, looking half-dead and totally adorable, is leaning on the rail waving at us.

And I can’t look away. I can’t even stop my face from reacting. So, I turn quickly, and scratch the back of my head.

“Yeah.” I raise my hand into the air as a sort of wave? I don’t know.

And then we’re walking off toward the train station. To Central. I have to force myself not to look back, but somehow, I don’t.

It’s fine though. I’ll see Winry again soon, I’m sure.

Uh, and Granny.

[artikgato]

Souyowrimo Day 14

Prompt list here!

I’m trying to catch up!! 

Day 14 - A Date

Yosuke Hanamura liked to think that he wasn’t a lightweight when it came to alcohol. Compared to some he certainly was -- Rise and Yukiko were just as lightweight as they had pretended to be when they’d gone to Tatsumi Port Island for their school trip. But comparing himself to others made him not-so-sure. Specifically Souji. Either Souji had a crazy high tolerance for alcohol or he was good at faking it, and the fact that Yosuke wasn’t sure really pissed him off. So he often found himself challenging Souji to drinking contests, and Souji always won. At first it had just been to see who got tipsy first, but the more they drank together, the further they pushed it.

Tonight was no exception.

Yosuke had matched Souji, shot-for-shot, through an entire bottle of sake and half a bottle of plum wine, and though Souji was making them stop periodically to drink water and eat snacks, Yosuke was still feeling the effects. He was well beyond tipsy, laying back on the floor and giggling. Souji, on the other hand, only had a blush and some hiccups to show for it - he was still calmly pouring shots with steady hands. Yosuke wanted to call it quits, but his pride was at stake, here.

He took another shot.

Damn, this plum wine was good though. He just hoped he didn’t regret this in the morning. Speaking of regret, he had a hard time keeping himself from babbling about stupid things when he was drunk, and again tonight was no exception.

“I jus’ don’t get why they keep turnin’ me down, man,” he was complaining, after he put down the empty sake cup, flopping back onto his back with a sigh. “It’s not like I’m some kinda horrible gross troll to look at, and I think I’m pretty nice about it even when I get turned down?”

“What happened with that American exchange student...Maria, was her name?” Souji asked. He started to pour another shot, but put the bottle down and reached for a bottle of water instead, handing it over to Yosuke and grabbing another for himself. Yosuke briefly considered trying to drink it while laying down, but in the end he sat up and took a swig of it.

“Went on a few dates. She’s nice and all, and really cute, but like, there was something missing, I guess? We both decided to call it off,” he sighed.

“What was missing?” Souji asked, and Yosuke frowned.

“Gimme another shot before I answer,” he requested, and Souji shrugged, pouring another shot of plum wine for both of them. They clinked their sake cups together and downed the wine. After a moment of trying talk himself out of it, Yosuke’s mouth apparently decided to open without his permission, because he said, “I dunno man. S’ like...we’ve got a connection, you and me, right? And I wasn’t feeling anything like that with Maria.”

“Oh?” Souji asked. “Is that what you’re looking for in a date?” Yosuke frowned in response.

“Gonna need more wine to answer that,” he slurred. Souji sighed, but poured more shots.

“We’re almost done with the bottle...are you going to be okay?” Souji asked, and Yosuke flopped onto his back in response.

“S’ really stupid,” Yosuke slurred, totally avoiding Souji’s question. “I thought I just wanted someone hot to go out with, yanno? But eventually I figured out that I just want what I have with you but, like, with a girl.” Souji laughed in response, and Yosuke frowned. “Toldya it was stupid.” “It’s not stupid,” Souji assured him. “Just...hm. You already have a bond like that with me, so why look for a girl to replace me?”

“Huh?” Yosuke asked, staring up at Souji like he’d grown a second head. “Cuz I can’t, like, make out with you and stuff, geez Souji.”

“Why not?” Souji asked. Yosuke sat up, frowning.

“You’re a guy,” he pointed out, and Souji shrugged.

“And?” Souji challenged. Yosuke blushed, averting his eyes. He huffed out a sigh.

“I’m a guy,” he replied. Souji grinned.

“Yosuke, you know I’m bi. I don’t care that you’re a guy, but...well, if you care that I’m a guy and that’s a deal-breaker, there’s nothing we can do about that, right?” Souji answered. Yosuke bit his lip. He was definitely not sober enough to be having this conversation but, then again, he probably would have never let this conversation get to this point if he was sober. Ugh.

“I guess...I dunno. I could - we could try it, but I’m pretty sure I’ll hate it, and then you’ll be disappointed in me,” Yosuke stuttered out. Souji’s eyes lit up in response.

“One date,” he replied. When Yosuke gave him a confused look, he elaborated. “Let’s go out on one date. A movie, dinner, dessert, a goodnight kiss, the works - and if you hate it after that, you’ll have your answer. How about it, Partner?”

“Gonna need more alcohol to answer that,” Yosuke said, despite knowing it was a bad idea. Souji held up the bottle - there was a little over a fourth of it left. He smirked at Yosuke, then took a long drink straight from the bottle, draining half of the wine, and handed it over to Yosuke. Yosuke reached out and took the bottle, hesitantly. He could just pour the wine into a cup and drink it that way, and he damn well knew he could, and Souji damn well knew he could, too. That wasn’t what this was about. If he drank straight from the bottle, it would be an indirect kiss.

He kind of wanted that. He kind of wanted a more direct kiss with Souji, too. The usual part of his brain that panicked about having thoughts like this was oddly quiet - probably the alcohol.

He took the drink, straight from the bottle, draining the rest of the wine. He could feel that he was going to regret that in the morning, but for now he just shoved away that unpleasant thought, and the other related unpleasant thoughts about how he was probably definitely making a mistake. He put the bottle down between them and leveled a heated stare at Souji.

“One date,” he slurred. “And by the way, we totally tied. I drank as much alcohol as you did.”

“Ah, but can you even walk to your bed like that?” Souji challenged. Yosuke looked over toward the door of his room, sitting slightly ajar. It wasn’t like it was very far, but there was furniture in the way.

“If I can, will you admit that I won?” he asked, slowly making to stand up. Souji chuckled.

“Just accept that I’m better at holding my alcohol,” he said. Yosuke managed to get to his feet, but immediately swayed and had to grab onto the nearby sofa. Souji gave a dramatic sigh and got to his feet, grabbing onto Yosuke’s upper arm to stabilize him. Yosuke begrudgingly accepted the help, leaning on Souji to make it the few feet over to his room. He flopped onto his bed with a groan, and Souji chuckled at him.

“Don’t forget about our date,” he said, patting him on the head. Yosuke sighed.

He woke up the next morning to a glass of water and a bottle of medicine on his bedside table. He groaned in appreciation and lifted the bottle, only to find a note tucked underneath it:

‘Meet me at the mall today after your class for our date! Don’t worry, I’m paying. xoxoxo, Souji’

“What the fuck,” Yosuke whispered, putting a hand over his face in response as he turned bright red. He’d really been hoping that their conversation had just been a weird dream or a hallucination or something.

He was nursing his hangover through his morning class, the only class of the day, thankfully. It was still hell. He wanted to think that he’d never let himself get that drunk again...but he knew he would. By the time class let out and he headed over to the mall he’d managed to shake the hangover, and the headache was clearing up. Souji looked fine - probably didn’t even have a hangover, the bastard. In fact, as he got closer to Souji he realized that he didn’t just look fine, he looked downright chipper. Excited, even. Yosuke glowered at him as he approached.

“I thought you might still have a headache,” Souji teased. “Want to call off the movie? The last thing you need is bright lights and loud noises.”

“What will we do instead?” Yosuke asked.

“Well,” Souji answered, “There’s the Planetarium. It’s nice and quiet, and dark.”

“Sure,” Yosuke replied, because he couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. The trip there wasn’t too bad, and true to Souji’s words it was nice and quiet and dark, and the show was pretty cool. By the time they left, Yosuke felt much better and his stomach was rumbling. They went to a nearby ramen shop for dinner, not the most romantic dinner ever, but the ramen was good. They got ice cream cones as they made their way back to their dorm, chatting about mundane things like their classes and what groceries they needed to get. It wasn’t until they got to the door of their little apartment that Yosuke even remembered that they were supposed to be on a date...because Souji put his hand over Yosuke’s to stop him from unlocking the door.

“Hm?” he asked, blinking up at Souji.

“It’s not a date without a goodnight kiss,” he insisted, and Yosuke turned red.

“I-I-I thought you were kidding about that!” he sputtered. “And anyway, today barely counts as a date! We didn’t do anything differently from how we normally hang out!” Souji smiled.

“Yes, exactly,” he replied. “That’s why we need to have a goodnight kiss, otherwise how are you supposed to decide if you want to date me or not?”

He made a good point, Yosuke begrudgingly conceded. There was also something to the fact that they really hadn’t done much differently from a normal night out on the town between friends. He’d kind of refused to examine that too closely before, but what felt like just ‘normal’ hangouts between them could very well look like dates to an outside party.

“Okay,” Yosuke finally said, through a dry throat. “But you gotta close your eyes, okay?” Souji closed his eyes immediately, without question, standing still and unassuming, hands at his sides and waiting. Yosuke took a deep breath to psyche himself up. He put a hand on one of Souji’s shoulders and leaned up, getting perilously close to Souji’s lips and...he couldn’t do it. It was Souji. They’d been best friends since high school. They were roommates. He couldn’t just...just kiss Souji, could he?

But Souji was still standing there, eyes closed, looking cool as a cucumber. Or maybe not, because he kept darting his tongue out to wet his lips, and one of his hands was rolling the hem of his shirt between two fingers. He was nervous too, and for some reason noticing that was what gave Yosuke the confidence. He leaned up again and pressed their lips together.

Yosuke had never believed in that pervasive notion in pop culture that there’d be a ‘spark’ that you could feel when you kissed ‘the one’. Every kiss he’d ever had was just two people pressing their lips together, nothing special. Every...other kiss, anyway. He was almost mad. Souji had been right there beside him for years, and if he’d known it would be like this to kiss him he would have done it way sooner, homophobia be damned.

They were both blushing when Yosuke pulled away, and Souji looked positively thrilled, opening his eyes and grinning down at him.

“Did...did you feel that?” Yosuke asked, stupidly, and he could have punched himself for it. Souji nodded, his grin getting wider.

“In movies they always say that kissing a special person would feel like fireworks, but I never thought that could actually be true,” Souji commented. Yosuke went completely red, and just turned to unlock the door instead of answering. They stepped inside, turning on the lights and shutting the door behind them, and when Yosuke turned back to Souji he was sure he had a pathetic, vulnerable look on his face.

“I…” Yosuke started, but quickly realized he had no idea what to say. So he just pushed Souji back against the door and kissed him again, a much shorter kiss than the last one. When he pulled back and caught Souji’s questioning look, he blushed again. “I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke the first time.”

“And…?” Souji questioned.

“It wasn’t,” Yosuke answered, leaning in for another kiss. When he didn’t pull away immediately, Souji reached up and pushed his hand into Yosuke’s hair, cradling the back of his head and kissing him harder. He made a sound into the kiss that he would swear up and down was not a whimper, and Souji apparently took that as a good sign, his other arm wrapping around Yosuke’s waist and pulling them closer together. When Yosuke finally pulled back, it was out of necessity to breathe and not because he wanted to stop kissing Souji. Now that he knew that he could, he never wanted to stop kissing Souji.

“So, are we dating now?” Souji asked, once he’d caught his breath. “Are we both useless bisexuals?”

“I guess,” Yosuke huffed, but he couldn’t help smiling despite his harsh tone.

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A soul mate to remember chapter 10

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Chapter 10-

    It had been three months since Jason and you had met, you had still kept his secret, and he had occasionally come to work with you. Your stitches were out but your leg wasn't fully healed, your Mom somehow sprang back faster then you, and it annoyed you ‘cause she was now a big helicopter mom. But in the last few days she'd backed off.

The public found out your name not long after that lunch. You soon noticed that many, many women gave you some dirty looks whenever you were out and about, but you couldn't really blame them, your Soul Mate was attractive and part-heir to a fortune. You didn't particularly care about that, you weren’t gonna lie, you were eternally grateful that your soul mate was a 10.

Your mother was thrilled, however, more so about the money. After all, you lived in an apartment, and you had no hope to move out in the near future, as half of your money that you made working three days a week went to your rent and the other half went to any fees that the program you were in, didn't pay for. You tried not to focus on the money, but the two of you had spoken briefly on it, but you both were both too nervous to really breach the topic, you guessed.

     You thought about how people treated you different now. Like when Ben had come back to work that following Wednesday, his usual chipper self. He was a kind boy with sandy hair and deep brown eyes that pulled you into a cacoon of safeness and warmth if you got too close. Ban and you watched the kiddos as they played in the sanctuary- that doubled as an indoor gym at times-though any sort of sports-ball was strictly prohibited. He fashioned a paper fortune teller for a two preschoolers,"So. I hear someone met their soul mate."

You nodded,"Yep."

 Ben's eyes suddenly became cold and his whole demeanor seemed to shift,"Well good luck with him."

  You stiffened, about to retort or say something, when as soon as that shift was there, it was gone. Ben was back to his warm, charming self and was rounding up the kids for snack and story time. You scrambled up after him, maybe you had been seeing things?

    You put it out of your  mind, after all Ben hadn't done anything similar after and it had been a few months. Jason and You were having dinner. You shouldn't be thinking about those kinds of things, you decided. The two of you were talking about our childhoods more in depth, when Jason asked,"So, can I know about your father?"

   You put down your fork,"I don't see why not. He..." You paused thinking over your words and how to best choose them,"He was a good Dad, a little bit of a hard ass at times, but he was still good. He... He died trying to evacuate the streets during one of those Batman-Gang fights a while back."

  Jason nodded,"Oh. I'm sorry."

 "Don't apologize," You sighed,"He knew the risks, especially living in Gotham. I just wish he could have met you. I think he'd like you."

  Jason took your hand and gave you a soft smile,"I think I would have liked him too."

  We settled on a routine, you’d see Jason during the day, and after his nightly activities, he'd usually shoot you a text which you'd read that morning, just to know he was fine.

    But one night, You were working on a research paper due the next evening. It was late, or rather early, about two-thirty. You hair was pulled up into a bun, and you wore only a white tank top and tights. You were so focused on your work you had hardly heard the loud noise out on your fire escape, the only thing that made you snap back to reality was the heavy tapping on your window. You set your laptop aside and pulled your blackout curtains aside, revealing the Red Hood, holding his side and kneeling.

  Your mouth dropped open and you rushed to get the window open,"oh my god," You gasped when I really looked at him. You gave a heave at the window before repositioning your hands. You hadn't opened the window in about a year and struggled with it, but eventually it creaked open. You leapt back and helped Red Hood- who surprisingly, tried not to get his dirty boots on your bed- into your room,"Are you okay?"

  Instead of responding, he collapsed onto the floor with a groan. You quickly glanced out your window, looking for anyone else. Finding no one, you shut the window and then repositioned the curtain,"Jason," you asked tentatively, moving to kneel next to him,"What happened? Are you okay?"

 Jason opened his eyes and the weird white 'eyes' for his helmet settled on you,"Yeah," he rasped out,"I'll be fine," he removed his gloved hand from his side to reveal a shallow cut,"Got grazed by a knife. Won't need stitches or anything, thankfully."

   You nodded and smiled,"I can fix that right up!" Jason watched you, his eyes widening with amusement as you lifted your bed's skirt and crawled under it.

 "Not that I don't love the view,"Jason told me as you reached for your tub of first aide supplies,"But what are you going?"

 In response, You came back out from under your bed with the large blue tub and smiled,"Ta-Da!"

  Jason chuckled and removed his helmet,"Oh I get it, you wanna play nurse?"

  You bit your cheek, and crossed your arms over your chest,"I figured with your family, of need the supplies. Plus, my dad taught me everything he knew about first aide."

 Jason sobered up slightly,"Oh I see. What else did your dad teach you besides first aide?"

 "Take your shirt off," You told him pulling out some antiseptic and bandages. Jason shot you a look and you blushed,"Not like that. But I'll tell you after you do."

 Jason smirked and took his shirt off. You had to force your mouth to stay closed at his physique, geez. You knew You shouldn't be thinking like this but God just wants to make life hard for you didn't he? You don't even want to have to have a conversation or debate about virginity and stuff like that with Pastor Howard but you could see the man worrying. So, you should expect one soon. Especially if Jason was possibly half of the man his adopted father was.

    Your hands shook as you opened the antiseptic, but quickly poured it onto the wound, Jason hissing as it made contact. You brought the bottle back up and you both watched as it fizzed. It only took a few moments for it to really clean itself and You pulled out the gauze and wiped it clean while saying,"Dad taught me self-defense too. As well as how to shoot a gun, and some Mind-Trick stuff like common tells from liars. Then the basic stuff, driving, swimming how to ride a bike."

  You went to bandage the cut but your hands were still shaking. Jason grasped you hands, then shifted them into one of his and used the other to tilt your face up at him,"Are you okay?"  

  You looked down, your hands steadily loosing their shake,"Dad... Was... Stabbed. He made it to a hospital, and he fought hard... But..."

  Jason brought your hands up to his mouth and kissed them before bandaging up his cut himself,"I... Know what it's like to feel worried and scared, I might not be able to feel your specific pain, but I relate."

  You cocked your head at him,"You know, most people say sorry or something."

"I want my Sorries to mean something."

  You smiled and leaned into him, being carful of his cut,"I see. Why did you wait so long to come and see me?"

"Didn't wanna push you or go too fast. I have been stopping by every night though."

 "That is equally as sweet as it is creepy."

 Jason smirked and wrapped his arm around you, then kissed the top of your head. You lifted your face and caught him off guard by kissing him. You both relaxed into it immediately, so much so that we fell backward, and you ended up laying on him. You blushed and stammered but Jason held me against him, and just kissed me saying,"I won't move too fast, I swear. But tonight, I really want to kiss you- is that okay?"

You nodded, and he pulled me down to him.

  At some point we had just been cuddling and you had fallen asleep, and Jason had put you back into bed, put in his shirt and helmet, before exiting through your window, locking it behind him.

Jason returned to the manor, and was surprised to find his Mother still up waiting for him. He smirked,"Ma, I'm not a kid... You don't need to wait up anymore, for all you know I could have been at one of safe houses."

 Mrs. Wayne looked back over her mug of tea at her son,"Jason Peter Todd Wayne," Jason flinched at the use of his full name,"I want grandchildren, but I would appreciate if you would wait until you and your soulsmate are out of college."

  Jason nodded,"Okay. I'll keep that in mind. Besides we haven't even gotten that far yet."

 Mrs Wayne 'hmmmmed,"And here I thought you'd take after your father... Or Dick..."

 Jason smirked and simply hugged his mother,"No, thankfully all your lectures about gentlemanly behavior somehow stuck with me."

"Good. Otherwise you'd get the safety talk from me every time you met a girl. I feel like that's the only why Dick hasn't brought any girls around here lately."

 "That would explain it."