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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years ago

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Partings

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

"I have loved you all in every way I could. Please believe me."

WARNING: intrusive thoughts about self-harm and suicide, major character death, slight body horror

"Today have been so amazing."

You smiled when Rosalyn tucked strands of your hair behind your ear, seeing her lips curl up into a grin. "You did well."

"Thank you," you say as Rosalyn's hand drops back to her side. Turning to look at the company behind her, you try your hardest not to let your lips quiver. "Thank you so much for coming over. I appreciate it."

"We would never miss an invitation from you, Miss [Name]," said Jack, smiling at you softly. "We hope you keep bringing good news."

You smiled at him. "Me too."

"I'll be sending you letters of any discoveries I make," Rosalyn said with visible eagerness. You laughed, "I won't understand much, but okay."

"Do send letters to me to tell me how you're all doing," you told them all. "It sometimes gets boring to only read letters from nobles that are stuck-up. I deserved something new once in a while."

Lock gave you a smile with rosy cheeks. "We will. Take care of yourself, [Name]-nim."

Goodbyes ended painfully short. You made sure to hug them or at least held their hands, savoring every moment with the people you have chosen as your safe place. You looked into Rosalyn's eyes and smiled when she gave you a grin, no doubt happy to see her sister again after a while. The feel of her long red hair brushing up against your cheeks when you hug her and the tight hug she gave you made you wonder whether you've ever given this comforting of a hug to your step-sisters. You couldn't remember.

"Are you okay?" asked Eruhaben when you just finished bidding everyone goodbye.

You were a bit startled and then nodded your head. "Yes, I'm fine. Why?"

Eruhaben tilted his head as he looked at you. "You just feel a bit odd."

"I'm always odd, aren't I?" You say with a playful grin. "It's just fatigue, Eruhaben-nim."

'Liar,' he thought. Eruhaben looked at you for a moment before he dusted your shoulder. "Have a good evening, [Name]. Take some good rest."

You gave him a wry smile. "Thank you. You have a good rest, too, Eruhaben-nim."

Eruhaben watched you walk away, the back of your dress dirty with dirt and grass, tears here and there. He thought about how small you are compared to him -- a mere existence that could get hurt so easily.

It might be ridiculous of him to admit this, but he always was fascinated with how humans could live out their life so fully despite having such short lives. Sometimes their lives are so full of happy things, but other times, their lives are constantly full of pain and sorrow. While you never told much, Eruhaben could tell you were also someone with stories and scars of your own -- he just hoped you were strong enough to bear with it all.

You took a bath and changed into casual apparel, with a white button-up tucked into dark long trousers and heeled loafers. You pace back and forth in your room and began to empty your wardrobe, taking the most simple clothes that are easy to pack and take care of. Your spatial bag was filled with the money you got, which was more than enough, but you only took some out and put it in a simple pouch, leaving the spatial bag in the wardrobe. You took out a journal Cale had bought you years ago, insisting that you left some kind of mark in this world, ripping a few pages.

Your incoherent scribbles and makeup are burnt into the fireplace, and perfumes poured down the drain. You cleared your room until there were no more signs of you because you know firsthand that having something left behind will only be painful. You don't know whether or not you were coming back and you thought of a scenario where if you do not come back at all, forcing them all to forget about you was easier. Holding onto your things will only make things worse.

In the pages you had just torn, you wrote a quick letter to both Alver and Cale along with the kids. You wrote a letter to Cage, making sure to tell her about the voices in your head and your guesses. You stuffed her letter into your bag, while you folded Cale and Alver's out in the open, using a pen to hold down the papers.

"Ah."

You jumped, turning around from watching your scribbles being burnt to the door. You saw Ron standing in your doorway, stepping inside and closing the door. "Ron."

Just by a quick scan of the room and by the looks of the suitcase on your bed, Ron was able to conclude what you were doing. "So it is today."

"Lock the door," you say, poking the fire with a poker, making sure to burn all the pigments and their container burn to nothing.

Ron does as you say, looking at the suitcase where the clothes are thrown around hazardously. He can feel your eyes on him, hearing him click his tongue before he bends down and began folding your clothes.

At the sight of an older man folding your clothes, you inhaled a cry, eyes glossy. Ron begin sorting your clothes and putting them back in the suitcase and you wished that you could have seen your father does these types of things once a long time ago. "T-thank you."

"When you travel, make sure to pack the things that are a necessity," Ron told you instead. "And sort them nicely so you can easily get the things you need without digging into your bag."

"Yes," you answered with a small voice, turning to look back at the fire. "I-I don't usually travel by myself."

"You don't?" asked Ron, folding a trouser. "What of when you escaped from your family?"

"I never did that."

Ron blinked at your confession. As far as he knows, you ran away from an abusive household and decided to live in the slums where Cale would then take a liking to you and have you join the family. You have always said the same story over and over again whenever anyone probed further, so to hear you say otherwise was quite surprising. "Then?"

"They left," you say, poking at the fire again as if your things were still there -- they had been burned to ashes. "They left me."

"My mother left my father and I and remarried someone else. My father left me when I was eighteen," you continued, watching the fire slowly begin eating away the wood in the fireplace, the flame becoming small with how little wood there was left. "I don't know where he is until now."

Ron closed your suitcase with a click. "And your mother?"

"Died. Illness," you kept your answer short and simple.

Your mother had died from cancer right around the time you got into college, and your father went missing a few days after. It felt strange, to see your already broken family become nothing. You grieved over her death but always felt like you shouldn't -- not when she abused you for nearly all your life and not when you're seated next to her family, who you believed deserved to grieve, not you.

Her death impacted your father, though, and sometimes you think it might be because of her death that your father left. Maybe it was too much and he found a good spot to kill himself, perhaps he just didn't want to look at you because you remind him of her.

"You never truly recover from that."

You let out a chuckle. "Nope."

"It made sense," Ron continued. "That you ended up like this."

You frowned, turning to look at the older man who was staring at you with a deadpan. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The abused became the abuser."

Your whole body stilled, eyes widened in shock while Ron continued; "The abandoned became the abandoner."

Your blood went cold and you felt like the delightful lunch you had earlier was going to come out. You choked on the air instead, eyes turning glossy with tears threatening to come out. There was immense pain in your chest, branching out to your whole body. Nothing was more painful than to have someone see your parents in you and you feel how the heaviness in your chest managed to turn into something real and physical -- you feel like it's hard to breathe.

You closed your eyes, tears escaping as you shook your head. You wiped the tear, looking away. "No, don't say that."

"Am I wrong?" Ron pressed, frowning at the way your whole body seemed to shake. You let out a laugh, face wet with tears. "Ron, please."

"[Name]--"

"Shut up!" You snapped, the sob that comes out of your mouth sounding so foreign -- it has been a while since you cried properly. "That's not fair, you know that! I'm trying my best, my fucking best to heal! You don't get to say shit like that to me, okay?! You're being so fucking unfair! I'm just trying to--"

A choked sob escaped you, stopping you from your rant. Tears are streaming down your face, your head felt heavy and you want nothing but to grab the nearest scissor and stab yourself in the chest just to have this feeling go away. You were reminded of the days in high school, craving the sting of sliced skin that could always numb the pain. Anything but this.

Your previously shrill voice turned small as you sobbed into your hands, "I am not my parents."

"Not if you try to be better," Ron said, touching your shoulder. "Don't love like they did."

Ron stayed beside you, watching you stare at the fire until only the embers are left. Your eyes were bloodshot, your lashes wet and face flushed dark and your whole body was beginning to calm down when you say; "It's the way I've always known."

Ron decides to say nothing concerning that.

"Will you be joining dinner?"

You stare at the remains of your makeup container. "No. I am asleep because I am tired from the picnic."

Ron exhaled, knowing you were asking him to cover for you. "Of course. Please have a nice rest, Miss [Name]."

Ohn doesn't see you after the picnic, but she did saw you again near the middle of the night when you came to Cale's room.

Cale had been asleep but the sound of the door creaking and footsteps managed to wake him up a bit, although everything is a blur. Ohn sees you approach the bed, sitting at the side. "Hey."

Cale hummed sleepily as a reply.

"There's a small issue at the port," you murmured. Ohn could hear how your voice sounded off, strained and raspy. Your eyes are puffy and red and Ohn simply leaned to you, hoping that it could offer some comfort to you. You rubbed her head, appreciating the action while you continued, "There's some miscommunication down the port and I have to go clear it up."

Cale frowned, eyes still closed. You ran a hand through his red hair and your heart only became heavier when you see the soft, small smile on his face. "Mhm, be careful."

You used your thumb to caress the skin under Cale's eyes, savoring every moment with him and the feel of his warmth underneath your fingers. Cale's one eye opens a bit, "'s matter?"

"Mhm, you're just very pretty," you mumbled. Cale clicked his tongue and you watch as his cheeks began to get red when he gently pushes your hand away, "Stop it. Go and finish your thing quickly. Get some good night's rest."

Cale knows how much of a workaholic you are so he knows that it would be in vain to persuade you to have someone else check on it. 'I'll ask her about it in the morning.'

"Yes, sir," you answered him with a light chuckle, watching him close his eyes again to go back to sleep.

You turned to the kids, petting their heads before walking out the room. Ohn sat on the bed, listening to Caleb's breathing returning to slow and shallow and the sound of your footsteps as they began to fade out.

She jumped from the bed, chasing after you down the hall after successfully opening the door. You were walking down the dark hallway while wearing your coat. She finds it odd that you were walking to the backdoor of the estate instead of the front door that can easily lead you to the gates.

Ohn ended up following you to the back door, seeing Ron standing by the door. He spotted her and it made you turn, startled to find the kitten. "Ohn?"

"Let me go with you?" She asked with a small voice.

You smiled, letting out a quiet chuckle. "It's the middle of the night, Ohn. Kids should be in bed, sleeping."

Ohn wanted to retort, saying that she's old enough to stay up, that she's older than her siblings, but seeing the wry smile on your face and the way Ron's lips are pursed into a straight line, she knew that she has no place to argue.

"Be back soon," she settled with that instead, her wish to grow older stronger than before. You turned around, accepting a hat from Ron when you replied, "I'll try to."

"Promise?"

Ohn understands that she sounds absolutely childish but if you want to keep on pulling out the "you're still a kid" card, then Ohn will use it. She hears you let out a sigh, shoulders sagging.

"I'll try my best, Ohn," you say, still refusing to look back at her. "Take care of yourself and the others, alright? I'll be back as soon as I could."

Ron opens the door and you immediately walked out, the moonlight enveloping Ohn's small kitten body. She sees a carriage right outside, Beacrox standing by the horses. As Ron closes the door, the moonlight slowly disappear and Ohn returned to Cale's room.

Ron closed the door behind him and followed you to the carriage.

"Beacrox," you greeted him. "Thank you for doing this."

The tall, brooding man's gaze was unreadable when his eyes met yours. You can't tell what exactly he was thinking when he turned to look at his father and then then turned around to climb to the coach.

Ron opens the door to the carriage — the interior was a classic wooden detail with deep red plush. There were no extra decorations that could risk any robbery or identification, just like what you requested. Ron held out his hand, his intentions to help you board the carriage.

"Have a safe travel, Miss [Name]," Ron says when you placed your hand on his. "Please be home soon."

You stared at the older man, throat constricting at the word "home". You nodded, not knowing where that place is — is it here, with them or is it out there, wherever it is that you're destined to be?

"I'm... Sorry," you mumbled. "For yelling at you."

Ron was quiet for a few seconds before he admitted, "I was out of line with my words."

"But you were right," you acknowledged. "I will keep embodying my abuse if I don't properly heal. I'm sorry."

"You just weren't loved properly," Ron says, looking into your glossy [e/c] eyes. "Not in the way you deserved."

"I—" You held back a sob. "Thank you, for helping me."

You don't exactly know what punishment they will receive once it's revealed that they helped you, but you know how much you appreciate them for it. You wrapped your arms around Ron's chest, burying your face into his dress shirt.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I love everyone, I promise, I just don't want to hurt you all more. I have loved you all in every way I could, please believe me."

"I do," said Ron. "Be safe out there."

You sniffled, looking up at Ron with brows furrowed in determination. You nodded, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your coat.

"Now, the ship won't be waiting for you," Ron said, urging you to grab his hand and board the carriage. You climbed onto the carriage and saw that your suitcase was already inside, placed across you.

Ron shut the carriage door and you looked at him through the window, mustering up a smile to look at him. "I'll be back soon."

"The Young Master will be elated to hear that," Ron teased with a benign smile. You let out a loud chuckle, wiping your wet cheeks but before Ron coulf signal to Beacrox to start moving the carriage, you took out a letter.

"Give this to Cage once everyone's calmed down after my disappearance," you told him. "Do not open it, otherwise. Make sure it gets to her in perfect condition."

Ron accepts the letter, slipping it into his coat's inner pocket. "As you wish."

You smiled at Ron, your chest brimming with so much emotion for the older man. "I... sometimes wished you're my father instead."

Ron's facade slips a bit, eyes widened in surprise. He sees the soft gaze your eyes held and the way they glistened. He was tempted to shut you down, to tell you he wasn't a good father to girls, that you're both too different to have such a relationship like that, but what came out of his mouth made even his heart hurts:

"She would have loved you."

"You think so?" You asked in a gentle voice, almost frail. You were always weak when it comes to being loved by older women.

Ron just stared at you for a moment, thinking of his wife and how she would have coddled you all the time, how Beacrox maybe would grow up a little different had he had you as his sister. Instead of thinking too much on it, Ron finally signalled Beacrox to start moving the carriage.

The sound of a whip was heard and the carriage began to move towards the gates. You stuck your head out the window, waving to Ron who was standing still and watching your carriage slowly get smaller.

The words was at the tip of your tongue and you fought the urge to say it loudly, scared of the reaction you'll get — but fuck, you're leaving and you don't know when you're going to meet everyone again, so fuck it—

"I'll see you soon, Ron!"

Ron's eyes widened slightly upon hearing your words, seeing you wave your hand at him with a wide smile on your face. He lets out a sigh of defeat, an eyebrow raised and he tries his best to fight the urge to smile.

You're promising to be back. He doesn't know when that day will come but he hopes you return ready to love properly and wholeheartedly without being afraid of the feeling.

Ron recalls the wide smile on your face as the carriage began to get smaller and eventually gone from his line of sight. He looks up at the sky and remembers his wife's face, "It seems we have a daughter now."

It didn't take long for you to arrive at the port, considering the carriage was running through the empty streets. Beacrox helped you with your luggage while you look around the port for the ship that you know was going to head furthest from the Western continent.

"I still don't understand why you want to leave," said Beacrox after a few moments of silence while walking to find the ship.

"It's hard to say," you say, taking a turn to walk down the docks after spotting the ship you're planning to board.

"I'm sure our sibling bond can help me understand."

Your face flushed red and you smacked Beacrox's arm, realizing he had heard your conversation with Ron. "Shut up."

Beacrox stayed quiet, so tempted to roll his eyes. You looked out at the night sea, the sky so bright with the full moon and the stars that litters the skies. You let out a sigh, the cold night breeze blowing on your neck.

"Thank you, for helping me, Beacrox," you say, turning to the taller man. "I'm sorry we have to part ways like this so suddenly."

"The others have it worse," he replied, indirectly telling you that he was lucky he managed to get a proper goodbye with you. "Be safe."

You smiled. "I will. Be careful on your way back."

Beacrox nodded before he set your luggage down beside your feet. He turned around and got off the ship, standing by the docks as he watched the crew got busy to prepare for the sail. He sees you leaning to the railings of the ship, eyes closed and enjoying the night breeze.

You looked at peace and Beacrox thought how you leaving was probably for the best. No one would leave a place they had placed their hearts on so easily so the fact that you were strong enough to pack your bags and go proved that it was needed.

He watched until the ship finally sailed away from the docks and into the open sea. He stayed until the ship disappears into the line where the horizon meets the sea, turning around and going back to the estate, knowing in mere hours, your name will be a sensitive topic in the estate.

'Now what?'

It dawned on you when you were staring at the dark, open sea that you just left a place of solitude because of the voices in your head. You went up and left with no actual plan, depending everything on the voices.

You're so fucking stupid.

No, crazy.

Yes, maybe that. Maybe this is a sign of psychosis.

"Calm down."

You freeze, the voice you have heard several times in the past few weeks have become more clear than before. It sounded like someone directly whispering in your ear and you stared at the horizon in a daze.

"I will lead you to where your answer lies," he promised you, voice reassuring. "All you have to do is go with the flow."

Now that the voice have became more clear, you could have sworn you have heard this voice before. It was at the tip of your tongue and all you could do was listen. Their voice, tone, and the drag of certain syllables reminds you of someone from your distant past.

"For now, sleep by the deck. Lean your body by the ship rail and let the winds carry you."

You turned around, leaning to the railing and sliding down. You sat down on the floorboards of the ship and almost comically, the cold wind began to blow. You tightened your coat around you, pulling up your scarf to hide your lower face, hoping it'll give you some warmth.

When you close your eyes, you dream of smiling pale lips, red hair popping up under white covers on the bed, meows of kittens, and the flaps of wings. You began to regret leaving such a peaceful place to look for yourself. What if some things are meant to be undisclosed? What if you had just lived your whole life with your new family while being ignorant to everything?

Would it be so bad to be ignorant just once?

What step is the right step?

Would things be easier if you know the right step to take? Is there even a right step to take?

"There are," reminded the voice in the midst of your dream of cast meadows and laughter of the kids. "Do not be afraid. You have me to lead you."

You stared at the Cale that stood right in front of you, his white button-down flowing with the wind and the gentle gaze he gave you with his brown eyes made you frown. It is painful how your brain could conjure such a clear picture of him when you're asleep and already missing him.

"If you stayed with him, you would only stay in your place," said the voice, as if they were with you right now and witnessing your dream. The grass beneath your feet began to shake and they grow in length, swirling around your ankles and wrists to hold you in place. "You would never grow. You would eventually hinder all of the others' development."

In a way, it was true. Your knowledge of the future have multiple times make things easier for Cale and the others and it always bothered you whether these people were getting the character development needed for them to progress further into the story.

"That's right," purred the voice, now sounding much closer.

The figure of Cale in front of you became further and more translucent.

"They are just fiction. But you, you are real."

Your heart dropped.

"W-what?" You stuttered, blinking out of your haze. "What are you—?"

You feel a hand holding your shoulder from behind you.

"[Name], they're just books. There was no need to get emotional."

This wasn't the first time you have heard of this phrase and you immediately figured out why this disembodied voice sounded so familiar. You turned around to face this person but were immediately knocked out of your dream.

You jolted awake, breathing ragged and heart pounding against your ribs. You looked around the ship, realizing everyone was running around the deck. You feel the harsh drops of the rain on your face and came to realize you were soaked to the bone.

You slept through the storm? How?

Gathering the strength to your cramped legs, you stood up. The ship was shaking from the waves, the wind do strong that you're pretty sure you were going to get blown away, and the rain was making it hard for you to open your eyes.

The cold sting and you grabbed onto the ship rail to keep yourself steady. Before you could walk, a ship crewmate grabbed you by the arm. "Miss [Name]!"

You turned to look at the man, noting that he looked like he was in his early adulthood, though definitely younger than you. He talked to you with an anxious expression, "There is a leak in the ship. You must board the safety boat."

"What?" You asked, bewildered as you watch him take your suitcase. "What caused the leak?"

"We couldn't figure it out, Ma'am. Water filled up the lower deck so quickly we didn't have much time to check what caused it," he answered you, voice trembling from the cold rain.

'Shit,' you thought. 'What's going on? I thought this was the right ship to board.'

The ship suddenly tilted and you heart skips a beat when you nearly started sliding down the floorboards, the young crewmate holding onto you. Your eyes widened when you saw how much of the ship is submerged underwater. 'How long have I been sleeping?! I slept through all this chaos?'

"Shit," mumbled the young man, staring at the safety boat a little bit further from the ship, being carried away from the chaos by the waves. It's almost as if the ocean's only objective today was to drown the ship.

You pry yourself away from the man's arms, trying to look at the dark clouds upon you with a frown. What is happening? How long have you been asleep? How far are you from the continent?

The ship jolted, being suddenly pulled into the water with a force that's unfamiliar by those who have known the waters like the back of their hands. The ship's crewmates looks at each other with bewilderment, trying to reason what exactly could be pulling this ship down.

There was an echoing creak underneath your feet and the loud sound of things breaking. You feel the floorboards beneath you swell before they eventually snap. You turn around just in time and reach out for the young crewmate and he was quick enough to grab your arm as you began descending along with the broken half of the ship.

"A-ahh!" He screamed out, holding you with one arm while the other grips at the railing. He could feel his body slowly sliding towards you and splinters tearing at his skin and sinking as deep as they could go when he gripped at the railing. "M-Miss [Name]!"

You held onto hid arms for dear life. Your legs dangling made your heart pound and you refuse to look down. You hear the broke half of the ship finally splash onto the ocean water and shivered at how high you must be from the water surface.

If you fall into the water at this height, you'll burn from the impact.

"Help!" The young man yelled out desperately, face red as he tried to pull you up but the slippery floorboards were preventing him from gaining any real traction. "H-help us!"

The remaining half of the ship is now nearly upright and you paled when you see the young man's bone shifted forcefully under his skin. He let out a bone-chilling scream when it happened and your whole body goes limp at the realization of what just happened to his arm.

You released your grip on his arm and you didn't think he could let out another pained scream, worse than before. "M-Miss—!"

He sounded panicked when he feels you began wiggling your arm out of his grip. "N-no, no! Miss [Name], please, no!"

Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly began being pulled down by gravity, your arm slipping through his grip slowly. Tears spilled from your eyes, blending with the rain and your breathing became ragged, knowing if you fall, you'd most likely drown.

"Akh—" You forced down the sob that was about to spill from your throat. Nothing fills your head but the images of home, one invaded with red hair, sweets, and lazy afternoon naps.

"C-Cale—" you managed to sobbed out. "I-I'm sorry."

Relief floods your whole system when the young crewmate could no longer hold you up, your wrist slipping through his hand easily. The air was sucked out of your lungs as you fall, watching the young man begin to get smaller and smaller.

When your back hits the surface tension of the ocean, the last thing on your mind was how you wished Cale and the others wouldn't miss you too much.

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #cale henituse x reader #lout of count's family #tcf cale #lcf cale

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gingerontheside · 2 years ago

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Monday, the day before Valentine’s Day and a few days after Ash’s birthday, we (as in the trio we have formed in Japan of Me, Ash, and Jared) decided to take the trek up to Tokyo Disney Sea. Now, we knew little to nothing about the park, and the internet was pretty much useless when we were trying to find out more, but based on what little information we could gather, we bought out tickets (¥8,600, so like $67 dollars. Can you IMAGINE Disney in the US being that cheap?? Me neither).

Now the day before we realized with pretty heavy dismay that the entire Monday we are going to be at Disney Sea, it was going to be cold … and rainy … which as someone who is always sick and tired this sounded like my actual nightmare. I was convinced that going was still a fun idea, so Ash and I went out to a local discount store and bought some (VERY ugly but warm in my case) water resistant pants and water resistant hats. This was my best decision, as the combination of the fuzzy warm pants and many many layers kept me relatively warm the entire time. Ash, on the other hand, had to settle for more simple rain pants which provided no warmth, and furthermore she supplied her own rain jacket from the US which quickly soaked through and left her freezing. My entirely plastic raincoat was the envy of the group, even though it was … hideous.

Ah yes, such fashion.

What was most upsetting is it seemed none of the locals cared about the freezing constant rain, people around us were still dressed to the nines in adorable matching outfits and looking so cute. This agitated me to not end but hey, at least I was warm. There was NO way they were. Also, I noticed a lot of locals had these giant matching mascot hats. I’ll include an example below;

Like, every big group of people was wearing these. And … It was raining. These hats were fluffy and honestly, hideous. Ash, Jared, and I simply could not figure out the appeal. Oh, and everyone had umbrellas. Being used to the US where nobody holds an umbrella cause it’s almost symbolically like you’re weaker than the weather, this astounded me and made me so jealous that I did not bring one. So, onto what Disney Sea entailed.

Essentially, Disney Sea is a massive circle with different “Ports.” When you enter, you enter into Mediterranean Harbor. We went left, which lead us to American Waterfront, then to Port Discovery, the Lost River Delta, Arabian Coast, Mermaid Lagoon, and finally Mysterious Island.

Mediterranean Harbor was set up like an Italian coastal city, complete with fancy Mediterranean architecture and soft music playing through the air, and several little snack stands with silly names like The Gondolier Snacks. We did not stay here long, as there was no attractions in this area.

Onto the American Waterfront. This area was set up like 1920’s New York City! I really enjoyed the vintage looking architecture and delightful vibes of old New York, with posters for the follies and old Broadway, as well as little storefronts designed to look like old jewelry or clothing shops. At the actual waterfront, there was a MASSIVE boat, which had a fancy restaurant inside of it, but that was about it, so we did not go inside. Still, it was cool to look at.

Next to New York City was … Cape Cod? I’m not quite sure why Disney Sea decided that New York City and Cape Cod were the best representations of the US. But as a Massachusetts native and a New York college attendant, I was thrilled.

(The cape cod Lighthouse. Random but hey, I felt right at home.)

Port Discovery was supposed to be a futuristic area, which would have been cooler with its “we control the weather” vibe if it literally wasn’t raining and cold. There was two main rides here, Aquatopia and the Nemo and Friends SeaRider. Aquatopia was an outdoor ride on the water where you sped around in a little bumper boat looking cart, which was understandably unpopular in the cold rain. We went on it anyway. The Nemo and Friend’s SeaRider was an indoor ride where you sit in a theater with a bunch of people and on the screen plays a video of a POV ; you’re in a dish vessel exploring the water with all the major Nemo characters. The ride was certainly 4D, with the ground rocking and shaking along with the screen but…not quite enough, so I got motion sick rather quickly.

Once that was over, we whisked over to the Lost River Delta to hop in line for the Indians Jones and the Temple of the Crystal Skull ride. This area was set up like an Aztec pyramid, with lots of torches and funky architecture all over, as well as Indiana Jones’ plane from the first movie, which was really cool.

The ride itself was well decorated and certainly fun, but it felt a little lackluster when at a point you just … sat there staring at a dangling Harrison Ford for several seconds in silence? It was a bit odd. The Lost River Delta is also where the only full rollercoaster in Disney Sea was, the Raging Spirits, which included one 360 loop. The ride itself was over in what felt like two seconds but it was still pretty fun, but not the thrill I was hoping for. This is where we took the group photo.

(Go to part 2 for the rest!)

#disney #disney sea #tokyo disneysea #tokyo disneyland #disney parks

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william-t-sickofyourshit · 1 year ago

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While James was making such scandalous discoveries back at the estate, Charlotte was having great time with Sebastian and William in the art gallery. William, as educated in art history, was offering her almost professional insight and advice. And Sebastain was a wonderful breath of fresh air, his taste was bold and interesting, and Charlotte happily listened to him, considering his word in her final decisions.

And eventually she was ready to decide, she knew what she wanted, and she called out to the lady who greeted them at the entrance before. She was not far, of course observing them a little (William especially), so she approached them right away, holding up her iPad, ready to write down any instructions from Lady Charlotte.

Charlotte decided to buy two paintings – the one in LGBT section, and also one with feminist undertones that she really liked. She also decided to get a sculpture of swans, it was very expressive, and Charlotte thought it would look very nice in her garden arrangement. The lady from gallery staff wrote down her order, and then they also made arrangements regarding delivery. It wasn’t the first time Charlotte was buying artworks here, obviously, so taking care of all that bureaucracy didn’t take too long. But of course, the lady couldn’t let them leave without chatting up William a little. She didn’t want to miss her chance.

“How about you, Mister Spears? Maybe you want to buy something too? I can’t believe that nothing caught your eye.” She commented with small chuckle, obviously making an insinuation here.

“Ah, hm… no, I’m only here to advise my grandma. Also… I live down south, I’m only here for vacation, so if I even bought anything I would have no way of transporting it all the way back home.” William replied. “I wouldn’t want to have to send a precious artwork in a courier package.” He added, with sort of nervous smile.

“Ohhh you live on the south coast, right? Lady Charlotte mentioned that to me before.” She took a step closer, put her hand on William’s arm a little, trying to initiate some conversation, and give him a sign that she would be interested in him if he was also.

But poor William was so visibly uncomfortable that eventually Charlotte had to save the situation. She snickered, speaking to the lady. “I will save you some time here. I would gladly see my grandson date some as charming as yourself, but unfortunately William is… married to the church.”

“Grandmaaaaa…” William whined, feeling flustered that she had to explain it like that. He rolled his eyes a little, then turned towards the lady again. “I’m… yes, I’m sorry, I’m really flattered, but I’m actually a catholic priest, so…”

“Oh God… oh, I am so embarrassed, I’m sorry.” The lady took her hand away immediately, blushing darkly. “I… you don’t wear the white neck thing so I didn’t know…” she explained herself.

“It’s fine. As you said, I’m in civil clothes, so… nothing to really give me away.” William chuckled nervously again.

Well, this was quite an embarrassing situation, so the lady decided to just to go and take care of Lady Charlotte’s order instead, and she hurried away to do just that. William was left flustered, and Charlotte was very amused.

“What a shame, she’s such a sweet girl.” Charlotte commented casually.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes.

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times.

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?”

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

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Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them.

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

#for I have sinned

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furryphantomnacho · 2 years ago

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Things have been strange. We had a conversation, a deep one, where I told him that I'm not okay with the unfairness in our relationship anymore. I said that I wanted to believe that it wasn't intentional, that was the reason I had stayed, because I believed with all my being that he didn't mean to do the things he did, but that didn't make it not hurt when he did them anyway. He admitted he's immature. And selfish. And that he doesn't understand others' feelings when I explained that most people don't have the same reactions as him. He's so focused on how others have wronged him in the slightest that he doesn't recognize it when he does it to someone else. I told him that sounded like narcissism in the clinical sense.

He ran with it. Diagnosed himself. Told his therapist that I helped him figure it out. He has been trying to make jokes about it, and for the past 10 days or so, he's been doing more around the house.

And I want to be appreciative and hopeful, but I feel a hesitation. There are still so many little jabs here and there. He's started doing the laundry more, but mostly only his. Keeps his clothes separate from mine and the kids. Did a load of their clothes, washed, dried, and dumped back in baskets to be sorted and folded later. Goes grocery shopping, but really only for items he needs to make dinner unless I ask for other things. Has been more involved with the kids lately, but one of them has already come to me in private because she felt he reacted too harshly and the punishment was too severe for the incident.

I felt it was.

Found out a week ago that he had bought himself another guitar pedal. Not only that, but he hid it and had it shipped to a coworkers house and then snuck it in ours. Didn't say a word about it. This was a point of contention for me. Our meet anniversary and valentines is a day apart. The meet anniversary has always meant more than our wedding date for reasons that he knows. We had been fighting, and he didn't get me anything. I did, though, bought him a couple of decent gifts, nothing extravagant but things he had been looking at. His reasoning for not getting me anything was that we were fighting, and he didn't think I would want anything from him. We've been together for 13 years. 13 years of him knowing that even if we're fighting or arguing, I'm still going to give him gifts and show him that I'm thinking of him. 13 years worth of birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, and just because reasons. He had also bought himself a guitar pedal then, too.

So yes, that hurt. He didn't try to make up for it either.

So when I discovered he had bought and hid another one, it felt like another slap to the chest. His first response was not sorry, it was "how'd you find out?"

In an unrelated discovery, I found out a friend of mine has a new job. This friend is less of a friend and more of a real-life personal hero of mine. I did go back to work for a short time, but three weeks in, a tornado ripped through the building I was in and killed several people. This individual saved my life, probably literally, and my husband knows this. He didn't know who they were exactly but knew of them.

On Fridays, he has his own therapy appointment and will leave work early to grab lunch and peruse the local geek store. Where my friend now works. I asked if he knew my husband and he said he recognized him when he came in but something felt off about it. I mentioned it in passing, that this person works at this store he likes to visit and recognized him and he got quiet. So quiet. This was odd.

What is more odd to me, though, is that prior to that conversation, the topic of relationships came up. He was swearing to me that if anything happened to us, he would be alone and listed reasons why, number one of those is his self-diagnosed narcissism. Somehow the conversation parlayed into emotional connections and how that was borderline cheating too and again, he got quiet. Asked me if I was trying to accuse him of something. Said I had a way of just staring that made it feel like I was waiting for a confession or looking for something.

This morning, I got up early. He was in his room, getting ready for work. Our house is old and noisy. I know he heard me come down the stairs. In the 2 mins I was in the bathroom, which he had to pass right by and would notice its occupied, he grabbed his stuff and hightailed it out of the house. He was getting into his car by the time I made it to the back door. When I called him and said that wasn't cool, that I know that he knew I had gotten up, he said he didn't want to interrupt me while I was in there. . . Which sounds nice on the surface, but it's a literal joke in this house about how quick I can use the facilities.

He knows these things. After years and years and years and he still claims ignorance to the most basic portions of our relationship and personalities. And I'm supposed to be okay with this. With his constant reasoning and assumptions that have nothing to do at all with the lessons the years have taught us.

And I know it's petty, but christ would it kill him to shake out the trash bag so it doesn't get the annoying air bubble and you can actually fit the trash in the can?!

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blueaetherr · 2 years ago

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bound 2 (falling in love)

pairing: mason mount x fem!oc (cece) [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they go on vacation together

Stretching her arms over her head, Cece sighed as she glanced at Mason, her smile soft yet tired. "So what should we get up to?" she asked him as they reached their vacation destination.

With Mason finished with the football season and Cece done with her academics for the year, time was in their favour to go on vacation. A vacation—a getaway from the realities of everything—that was needed and well deserved by the couple. Some time away from football, away from the media, away from work, removing themselves from responsibility for a quick minute. That didn't seem all too bad to Cece and Mason.

Not only did the two deserve a vacation, but it was also an opportunity to spend time together as a couple. As true lovers, as partners—whatever suited the two the best. Most of their time together relied on borrowed time. When Mason returned home after a game during atypical hours, facetime calls when the two were apart and alone, those late nights conversations that were left undone because of sudden fatigue. Now, however, they could claim time as their own, using it as they could and pleased.

"I don't know," Mason said, offering Cece a hand as they walked down the plane steps. When they reached the bottom of the steps, he adjusted his hand in her own, squeezing it softly. He shrugged, "But I'm up for anything you want to do. Anything in mind?" Mason really wanted this holiday. Not for himself, but for and with Cece. That's why he asked for her opinion; he would be okay with anything she suggested. As long as she was happy then he couldn't find a reason to feel any different.

"I think exploring the city would be nice."

Exploring the city, the small towns and villages became the priority activity for Mason and Cece. Some discoveries offering new perspectives and interests. As they roamed through the quiet yet busy streets, locals cheerful and welcoming with every turn into every hidden location. Passing through the area riding bikes or walking with pace and ease, hand in hand as Mason and Cece took in the architecture, the culture and the unique sights.

In their eyes, besides the one they walked with, everything in sight was all too beautiful and fascinating to look away from.

Cece placed a hand over her heart when she witnessed Mason trying to hide his smiles. "I thought we agreed on no gifts." Entering a vintage shop the two planned on buying items for those back home. The friends, the family. It was supposed to be an easy task yet Mason failed terribly as he approached his girlfriend with more than he should carry.

"I could have bought the whole shop but I didn't," he said, causing Cece to laugh. She couldn't remain mad at him. Not that she was from the start. The act was cute, after all. "I was having a look at this and the shopkeeper insisted that I buy it for my beautiful wife." Mason stretched his arm into one of his many bags to reveal a small box which held a necklace. One that was original, primal yet simple. It's going to suit her so well.

She turned away from a clothing rack, a smile quickly growing across her lips. "Your beautiful wife?"

"Her words, not mine," Mason shrugged but his face broke out with euphoria. It wasn't the first time the two were mistaken to be something they had yet to claim. But with their adoring moments together—Mason constantly complimenting the appearance and presence of his girlfriend, Cece hyping up all of her boyfriend's Instagram shots, the pair refusing to let go of one another for a single moment—you would think Mason and Cece were in the honeymoon stage together. "Not that I disagree, of course."

"Now," Mason twirled Cece towards the mirror behind her, beginning to undo the necklace, "just do that for me..." Delicately placing the necklace along her neck, he pulled away and did a chef's kiss, watching his girlfriend cave from all the attention. "My, God! I'm at a loss for words. I mean—wow!" The perception that he had of his girlfriend was very much all love and dear.

Mason saw everything and anything in Cece, she simply had that much potential. The necklace was barely half of what she was. The figure, the presence, the personality—really, that was all her. Despite all of his compliments, he didn't think she understood the extent of how much of a figure of work she was.

Their evenings were spent deeper into the towns and villages. Venturing into the cute restaurants and diners, finding all kinds of activities to lose themselves in. Escaping into the night festivals that brought about so much spirit and community, dancing with the locals to lively tunes. Dancing with one another to the softer and slower tunes, a bit of romance and affection thriving between the two.

Mason and Cece were a bit lost in it all, smoothly drunk. The close hand placements, the outward body contact, the blurred and unsteady swaying across the pavement. But it didn't matter; it refused to cancel out all the fun they were having, laughs and smiles galore with each turn they took on the dance floor.

Cece let her hands run over his chest, letting them settle on his shoulders finally. "Something is going on in that mind of yours." She tilted her head and focused solely on him. "You wanna tell me about it?"

Is it wrong of me to say that I want to make you my beautiful wife? Mason shook his head, smiling with more than enough delight. "No, I don't think I want to," the two laughed as he carefully dripped Cece, bringing her back up with care as they fell back into the foreign tunes. "Thanks for the concern though."

"Some time by the beach doesn't seem too bad."

And the late, late nights were taken to the beach. They enjoyed themselves there. Where they could move away from the parties and the noise, where little to no one else found themselves. Where they could fully fall into one another on the low, the night sky concealing them from the others some distance away. Where their make-outs were soft and clumsy against the sand, bringing about laughs that were carefree and real and full of animation.

For the last time, together and cuddled up on the sand, the two overlooked the moon hanging over the beach. They didn't want to let go of this moment, truthfully. Mason and Cece didn't want to leave it all behind. The newly found scenery, the evening festivals, the weirdly nice locals—claiming time as their own. It was all too entertaining and new yet comfortable. But it was okay. As long as they remained together, whether that be at home or on vacation, then it was already a good day.

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ceterisparibus116 · 2 years ago

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Part 1

So I essentially live-blogged the new She-Hulk episode in one of my discords, and thought some of you might be interested:

I'm so late to this party but I'm finally watching the episode

and first of all, I think she got all of Leapfrog's potential claims correct!

except strict liability and manufacturer's defect might be redundant but I'm not sure bc that's civil law and I hate civil law

oh my gosh oh my gosh

her boss calling her out on being more upset over suing the guy who makes her nice clothes than she was over representing the guy who almost tried to kill her cousin?

"watch the show for Jen," they say, "love Jen," they say, "Jen is a great character," they say

she's funny but wowwww

"I do not make suits that malfunction" - I believe him

is...is Matt late to court

in another person's show

OH MY GOSH

I AM SCREAMING

MATT IS LATE FOR COURT AGAIN

BROSIF

welp yeah he's clearly in good hands, they are clearly keeping him 100% in character ad;lkajdsk;as

also his voice

also Jen not-so-discretely checking him out the second he appears smh

"trouble finding parking" bruh

oh my gosh OH MY GOSH her asking for his entire client list

GUYS

GUYYYYYS

she's overtly going on a fishing expedition with her discovery request for the whole client list

"a gross invasion of people's privacy based on a very shaky what-if" MATT TELL HER

it's not material to this case whether the malfunction has affected other people? It's not - HOW?

she has the burden of proving that the malfunction occurred in this case. Unless there's some kind of bizarre chain reaction, there's no way that malfunctions in other cases (if they even occurred) would affect whether a malfunction occurred in this case

oh my goshhhhhh Matt demonstrating how the privacy concern is higher here bc of the nature of the work is so perfect, although technically that would...hmmm. That wouldn't actually determine the relevance issue, and he really should make clear that he's not ceding the point of relevance

THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS HAVE BEEN REPEALED I'M SCREAMING

what the heck WHAT THE HECK. She's bringing up the public figure argument - that's for slander and libel, not for product liability????

JENNNNN

anyway, legal issues aside

at a meta level, it is so glorious seeing Matt vehemently defend the importance of anonymity of superheroes

ooh and he's claiming Leapfrog misused the suit? That's a defense to any products liability claim

aaaand he used jet fuel. Okay. Yep

also this is so unrelated but having been on an LOTR kick where the ringwraiths constantly sniff things, my first response to Matt sniffing things was horror

okay so the only issue here is that Leapfrog wasn't under oath when he admitted to using jet fuel

but I can forgive that for the sake of pacing

"am I gonna go to jail" lololol dude

aside from them getting the letter of the law more right than they have so far, I really appreciate that they're also touching on the legal issue of when and to what degree you can actually ever...believe your clients

even if your clients aren't straight-up lying, they might just make dumb decisions, or even if they're not dumb or lying, they might just not mention something that's important bc they don't know it's relevant

and I know pacing is a thing, but like...come on, Jennifer

HE BOUGHT HER A DRINK

HELLO

[discussion from others in the discord about whether it's Jennifer's fault for ending up with a dumb client since she didn't want to take the case in the first place]

it's one thing to say "I don't want this case bc there's a conflict of interest" which doesn't help if the client signs a waiver. It's another thing to say "I don't want this case bc I looked into it and I don't believe my client, either give me more time to investigate or give the case to someone else because I can't ethically pursue a case that I don't believe I can prove"

okay the flirting tho

this flirting is actually good writing?

I like how they both are clearly trying to figure the other out, but they're doing it by asking questions sort of...sideways and not always giving clear answers

like there's a whole layer of conversation beneath what they're actually saying

"as someone who works for 'them' full time, I really don't have any gas in the tank for anything else." See...I feel bad for Jennifer, I do, but like...* sigh * this is what gets me about her character. No one forced her to take the job. Is it bad that I wish she'd somehow been blackmailed into it? Like, literally no choice?

"you can if you choose / be the best of both worlds" - IT'S NOT THAT GROUNDBREAKING OF AN IDEA BUT OKAY DISNEY

"we're all feeling this right, it's not just me" - best fourth wall break in the whole series lol

he's so awkward ad;lkdsak;ads

his laugh 🥺

gosh I LOVE that they introduced him as lawyer!Matt before introducing him as DD

"I'm billing you for the whole hour" - let's go

"I think I'm being attacked!" / "Legally or physically?" why is that so funny to me

"my famous secret lair"

oh is this the first time she wears her suit? The first time she wears her suit is after talking to Matt?

I'm sorry, Jen, Matt is the real hero of this show if you couldn't even -

never mind I've already ranted about that 😆

Matt: * jumps off a building*

I love him

okay the CGI is definitely not as grounded but the whole show isn't as grounded so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

she just - threw a car at him

that could kill him???

Matt conceding that her assuming he's a bad guy bc of his costume which he specifically chose to be scary is a fair point is so good

THE MUSIC

KETCHUP AND MUSTARD SHE CALLED IT OUT

[extended back-and-forth about the fact that we got a tiny hint of whump]

#she hulk #she hulk spoilers #spoilers #jennifer walters #matt murdock #daredevil #liveblog #sort of

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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hi girl, i absolutely love your fics! could you do a blurb or one shot where the reader is a youtuber and harry is in some of her vlogs? kinda similar to how jesse rutherford and devon carlson’s relationship is? if you can’t do it, i understand! thank you🤎

i love this idea so much, thank you for sending it in!! i hope it was near enough what you hoped it to be! 💕

“Morning my sunshines! Rise and shine with me this morning!”

You stretched as you held your Canon camera above your head, smiling the best you could. Before you could shut your camera off Harry tackled you from behind, where you were both laid in his bed, and buried his face in your neck blowing raspberries and leaving kisses.

“Harry stop!” You giggled contently, leaving your hand to guide your camera to film the silly moment between the both of you.

“Sorry you’re just so fucking pretty in a morning. You could at least give me a chance to try.” Harry untucked his head from your neck to talk to you, you mentally making a note to bleep out his curse words later when you edit.

You had started your vlog channel 4 years ago, so 2 years before meeting Harry. You made it clear to Harry that if he wanted a relationship with you he couldn’t stop you from posting on your youtube channel. It was your life. You weren’t willing to give up all your hard work just because, which Harry respected you highly for. You promised him that he wouldn’t be in any of your content without his consent, and you’d be okay if he never wanted to be involved. The supportive boyfriend Harry is, though, loved being apart of your life and work. He loved being part of the vlogs, never not watching a video as soon as it’s uploaded.

He always leaves comments under a pseudonym and likes the videos - anything to show his support. Your most recent youtube video is always linked in his instagram bio and will promote any of your content on his instagram stories too. He was simply the best. He was more supportive than anyone else in your life. He loved how your content was effectively a time capsule and he wouldn’t miss being a part of the journey for a Stevie Nicks signed mug.

“But you are so pretty.” You pouted at him from an unflattering angle.

“Thank you baby.” He kissed your nose once and then your forehead twice and finally your lips too many times. Too many to the point where you had to turn off your camera before you started filming a porno.

It was later and you were out for the day.

“So, my lovelies, me and Harry—”

“Harry and I.” Harry rudely corrected you, as you walked hand-in-hand along the street.

“Sod off you,” you joked, trying to pull away from him which only resulted in him pulling you closer and delivering an abundance of kisses to your head, “Harry and I just went and bought some fruit to make a fruit salad for his mum’s garden party tomorrow. I’m not going to vlog that, though, because it’s quite personal to me. Sorry!”

Harry squeezed your hand, letting you know silently he was proud of you. Looking back at this footage you’ll always remember that squeeze of his hand.

It was important to you.

“Baby let’s just go in here a minute.” Harry pulled you into a little café. It had a beautiful interior decor and you were amazed by the choice on the menu. The tables were all wooden and blanketed with yellow gingham cloths. The chairs were actually swings that hung from the ceiling from thick ropes, which were covered in fairy lights. There was creeping ivy along the walls and a gorgeous number of yellow roses in each tables plant pot.

“Guys look at this place!” You stated in awe, turning your camera around to show off the unique discovery. “It’s called ‘The Yellow Teacup’ and it’s a hidden gem.” You announced, giving them the address too in case any of your subscribers wanted to come for themselves.

“What do you want, love?” Harry asked you, obviously already having ordered his drink and waiting for you - as was the employee.

“Oh sorry, um,” you took at quick glance at the menu, “can I just have a green tea please?”

“Sure!” The lovely lady behind the counter said, “I love your content by the way Y/N! It’s so calming to watch.”

It always warmed your heart to hear that your silly youtube videos were actually making a difference. You couldn’t care less about all the hate. It was stories like this lady’s that made it all worth it at the end of the day.

“Thank you that means so much..” you looked at her name badge, “Gloria.”

Harry told her a personal thanks from him too, happily complying when she asked for a photo with him. She asked for one with you too.

“Be in my vlog please?” You asked her, to which she looked at you as if you were crazy you had to ask. But consent was your golden rule and you never broke it, not even with Harry. “Hey lovelies! This is my new best friend Gloria and if you come to ‘The Yellow Teacup’ she will put a smile on your face. Also she makes a mean green tea!” Gloria waved hi and both blew kisses towards the camera.

Harry watched in awe.

He seriously couldn’t love you anymore if he fucking tried. You were just perfect, with everything you did. You’d just made Gloria’s day without even realising and they made his day too. You were everything and you were all his.

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spencersstrawberryjello · 3 years ago

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~ Masterlist ~

Last Updated: September 22th, 2021

Please make sure to check trigger warnings/content warnings before reading! They’ll be in the content info at the top of the post once you click the link :)

Fluff

- August 8th: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Roni decides to steal Spencer’s clothes to mess with him, resulting in them both being late for work.

- Room 104: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) After complications with the hotel’s computer system land Parker and Spencer in the same one bed hotel room, confessions are made.

- Bathbombs: (Spencer Reid x nb!MC) After returning from a long case, Spencer and Caelan unwind in the bath.

- Head over Heels: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) Reader and Spencer get the chance to relax on a much needed vacation together.

- Read to Me: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) You enjoy watching Spencer read, and you ask if he can read some poetry to you.

- Koala Bear: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) You and Spencer have to get up for work, but you want to lay with him for a little bit longer.

- Towels and Aloe: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) While you and Spencer are on a beach vacation, you get sunburnt, and Spencer insists on taking care of you.

Hurt/Comfort (clearly the trope I write wayyy too much of)

- Shitty Slasher Film: (Spencer Reid + gn!MC - platonic) MC and Spencer decide to go see a slasher film, but it takes a turn for the worse when the killer begins to stalk his victim.

- Press Conferences: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) You’re the new press liaison after JJ becomes a profiler, and Spencer helps comfort you after a tough press conference.

- Guns Blazin: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) Parker is shot during a case, and Spencer helps stop the bleeding until the ambulance arrives.

- Genius Genes: (Spencer Reid’s Daughter MC) Spencer’s daughter is insecure about not getting the genius genes.

- Scary Ass Job: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) As Parker prepares for their first day of work at the BAU, Spencer returns from a case and talks with them about their worries related to the job.

- Scum of the Earth: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) After a prison interview gone wrong, MC (no name mentioned) is left to recover from the disgusting things the prisoner said - with Spencer’s help, of course.

- Supposed to be Sleeping: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) Hotch sends you and Spencer to the hotel with explicit instructions to get some sleep and come back to the local police station in the morning. You can’t sleep, however, and you two get to talking about why the case bothers you so much.

- Blankets: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) After her first case, Aria struggles to keep a level head on the place ride home. Spencer and the rest of the team comfort her, helping her realize she’s not alone (and also providing an adorable first meeting with the lovely Dr. Reid).

- Forehead Kisses: (Spencer Reid x nb!MC) Caelan has to deal with the emotional aftermath of a case gone wrong, and Spencer comforts them when they have a breakdown.

Angst

- Zugzwang: (Spencer Reid) Spencer’s thoughts from the beginning of season 8 episode 13; him reflecting on everything that went down in the Zugzwang episode.

- Every Bit and More: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) JJ and Parker have to comfort Spencer after the whole Emily Prentiss situation (spoiler warnings are bolded in summary) even though they both know that everything they’re saying is a lie.

- Revelations: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) As everything goes down with Tobias Hankel (spoiler warnings are bolded in summary), Aria and the BAU have to find him before it’s too late. Once they do, Aria takes Spencer home and comforts him. (This one is a solid mix of hurt/comfort and angst, but I thought I’d put it here because everyone is very much not vibing pretty much the whole time lol)

- Merely Luck: (Spencer Reid x gn!reader) As the team hits dead-end after dead-end, Spencer becomes disheartened by the case. After being yelled at by a police officer, he finally snaps. (Angst, but more anger than sad)

Smut

- Theories: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Spencer and Aria decide to shower together, and Spencer has some theories he’d like to test.

- A Warm Welcome: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Spencer has a bit of a... surprise waiting for him when he returns from a case.

Ongoing Stories

- Inside Scoop: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Dahlia Silvers makes a discovery that will change her life forever, and will get her tangled up in the BAU. | Chapter One | Chapter Two |

- Potential Lead: (Spencer Reid x gn!MC) After their sister’s death, Lex Raymond gets roped up in helping Spencer and the BAU solve the case. | Chapter One | Chapter Two |

Misc.

- Obsessed: (Spencer Reid x fem!MC) Aria is a senior in college who attends an informational seminar that Spencer and Rossi put on, and chases them down afterwards to talk to them about the BAU.

- Smiley Face Stickers: (The BAU) Garcia suggests that the team decorate their tablets with sparkly stickers that she bought after everyone gets back from a hard case.

- Simps for Spencer Reid: (The BAU) Victimology leads to an... interesting discovery about the missing girl they’re searching for, and reveals that Spencer has a significantly wider online fanbase than he originally thought.

- Treat People With Kindness: (The BAU) Garcia gets Reid into Harry Styles and everyone subsequently loses their minds over it.

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issaxcharlie · 4 years ago

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We say we're friends, we play pretend (2/2 )You're more to me, we're everything

PART 1 HERE

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem reader

Summary: Charlie and Y/N were best friends and a couple as teens, after their breakup they meet again 4 years later on JATP and have to work together. Will they be able to recover more than their friendship?

If Charlie knew anything in life, it was that he had to take things carefully. Especially with such strong feelings involved. In general, when you like someone, the least you want is for that person to see you as a friend, but particularly for them, recovering their friendship bond was the most important step.

“You were so cute!” Tori and Owen are looking at photos of the guitarist's childhood on his phone. A photo of little Charlie in a suit grinning from ear to ear while holding a girl as if he is spinning her around shows up.

That memory is one of his favorites. He was always a very loved boy with many friends, but in the case of girls he was not the most popular. His best friend on the other hand was, at least for him, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and boys were always around her. He knew he needed to find a partner for the dance so that she wouldn't feel guilty or he wouldn't feel humiliated by not having someone to go with.

However, he was rejected, quite a few times. He didn’t want to say anything about the dance to his best friend that week because he knew that she would stay home with him without hesitation. But that day half an hour before, he arrived in a suit and flowers for her, so at least he could have a picture of such an important moment with the person he loves the most, and he was the one surprised.

“It was about time Char, we have to take about 30 pictures before we go. Mom bought you a tie so we can match." She is up and down looking for one of her shoes, not even turning to see her friend who doesn’t know if he understood correctly.

At that moment she finally turns to see him and runs for a hug, Charlie barely had time to raise his arm with the flowers.

“You look so handsome, and the flowers are perfect. Best partner ever, I love you so much C! I’ll be ready in a second.”

She had planned to go with him from the beginning, and thought it was an implicit pact. That realization made Charlie's heart beat a lot faster that day. No matter how many people invited her, she wanted to go with him. He spent the night with his favorite person dancing and singing, feeling grateful for her, this light who always chooses him of all people.

“I looked pretty good in those clothes.” Y/N says as she and Madison sit at the table.

“You always look amazing, but yeah that night was special.” It's also the night that he realized that he was feeling more than friendship for his best friend, but this is not the time to talk about it.

He decides to continue preparing his waffles, than even though it already has like 5 ingredients, it seems something is missing.

Y/N blushes a little and smiles. “Here, handsome.” She hands him a can of pringles that she grabbed from the cafeteria when she saw him making eggo’s.

“Perfect, Y/N Y/L teaching everyone why she's my soulmate.” Everyone at the table begins to complain about what they qualify as the most disgusting thing they have ever seen, while the former couple smiles happily as they secretly link their legs under the table and continue their breakfast.

Little details like that one, or as removing all the products that she would take with milk from her hands because she seems to forget every morning that she is allergic can make a difference.

“You are 22 years old and you are still as careless as when we were children, I do not understand how you have survived these 4 years."

“You were always the one who cared about it and kept me safe, I guess unconsciously having you close my brain says, ‘no worries, Char will take care of it.’ So I’m sorry, I'll be more careful.”

A seriously ill 10-year Y/N on the way to the hospital invaded Charlie's mind, whom quickly shook off the bad memory.

“It’s all good, bright star.”

“What did you say?” Madison asks.

“Bright star. I know Kenny calls her ‘golden star’, but he’s the copycat. I've been calling her like that all my life.”

Y/N just smiles, enjoying the moment. She had not heard those words from his lips for years, and honestly Kenny also calling her a star even If it was sweet, made her remember Charles practically every day, and that didn’t help at all to get over the guitarist.

“You are my brightest burning star.” Madison replies, looking at Charlie with amusement in her eyes.

At that moment the actor understands what is going through his co-star's head and panics.

“So this queen is the one who has you so inspired, I should have realized it before.”

“She’s always my inspiration, period.” Y/N starts to laugh while blushing, and Madison’s attention falls completely on her.

“And I guess ‘Bright’ is a coincidence? And rise through the night, you and I, We will fight to shine together...Bright forever.” The songwriter wants to disappear at that precise moment while everyone turns to see her as if she had a third eye on her forehead.

“But you wrote bright long before you even knew Charlie was part of the proyect.” Owen adds, smirking.

“If you are asking me if I draw inspiration from the people I love, to write... the answer is yes. And yes, of course I love him.” How is it possible for the guitarist to slow things down when she says things like that in front of everyone? All he wants right now is to kiss her. This discovery means that despite the time she still had him in mind, the song cannot have been written for long. Hope is flooding his body.

“Ok but they inspiring each other is the sweetest thing in the world, goals right there.” Tori adds excited, her friends blushing.

All those teasing moments helped them to be more transparent with their feelings, hugging, touching, and basically staying close each time they finished their work obligations, almost as if they were afraid that the other would disappear or as if they were trying to make up for lost time.

“We need a lot more energy, especially from Charlie. Luke lives for music, nothing can give him more joy than being on stage."

"They have been working for 17 hours straight and at least 15 attempts with this musical." Paul tries to reason with Kenny mid-recording of Now or Never, which still does not come out as the director was expecting.

“What was in the recording studio that is not here now? I thought they would show an even greater energy than there after they stepped on stage."

They both turn to each other, as if the light had been turned on at the same time, and Paul takes his phone.

A few minutes later Y/N walks on set, Sunset Curve smiles upon seeing her.

“I wanted to make sure that we are fulfilling the vision of our beloved songwriter. Let's not disappoint her, okay? Let's try it one more time." Kenny shouts before starting to record again.

Instantly the energy is seen a thousand times higher, Charlie more radiant than ever, while Y/N replicates his energy behind the cameras, flooding him with sass and attitude. The young singer also motivates her now friends and unknowingly gave Sunset Curve that extra thing they needed to finally achieve the perfect performance. Kenny and Paul doing a fist bump behind the screens.

Soon their chemistry and energy turned into open conversation. The way they made everyone on set cry the first time they practiced Unsaid Emily or how connected and dreamy they were while dancing to Perfect Harmony when Madison wasn't on set.

But they still weren’t together, at least officialy.

If Charlie was honest, the fear of throwing himself all over and losing her again terrified him. The industry they love so much and decided to work in doesn't let having a relationship be easy, and if things go wrong again, they don't know if it might be possible to fix it again. It was basically a leap of faith.

Nonetheless, he knows he's willing, but what about her?

That morning he enters the set overwhelmed with his situation when he sees an even more overwhelmed Y/N walk by without even turning around, almost running to the recording studio.

“I advise you to give her some space for a few hours. Let's say she’s going to have a pretty difficult day."

"Why? What happened?" Jeremy asks as he and Owen stand next to the director.

“She got a call from the people at Netflix, they have already approved almost all the music except ‘Stand Tall’, the closing song, and her favorite. They will come in an hour to hear her presentation and convince them that it is good enough."

At that moment Charlie has an idea. There is no way that he will leave her alone, if he has the opportunity to help her he will do it and he’ll drag along all the people he needs to achieve it.

"Kenny, do you happen to have the music sheets for the song?"

“Don’t tell me-” Owen tries to ask but Charlie interrumpts him.

“Yes, let’s get to work boys.”

An hour later Y/N is freaking out, and she can't help but wish Charlie was around. Of all the days he could choose to disappear, he chose today.

She walks towards the auditorium, where to her surprise way more people than she expected are present, including most of the cast. But there is no sign of her lover boy anywhere.

Now or never. She takes a deep breath and start playing the keyboard. Her voice is the only thing that accompanies the keys. Everything is going as planned, but she can't help but feel distracted, nervous, and overwhelmed.

She is about to give up this fight internally when a drum before the second verse gives her the strength to continue singing, Owen smiles and winks at her to give her some peace of mind, and just a few seconds later Jeremy begins to accompany them with the bass. She knows whose idea it is and she just waits for him to come out from wherever he is hidden.

"I’m going out of my mind, Whatever happens, even if I'm the last standing I’ma stand tall, I’ma stand tall." His voice finishes waking her up and she accompanies him in the chorus, their chemistry electrifying everyone until every single person is standing, the cast supporting, dancing and clapping while the couple continues to focus on each other, separating out of obligation every so often but taking the opportunity to sing along with Jeremy and Owen who were doing an amazing job too, impacting with their solos.

The song ends and the boys disappear while Y/N talks to the people who came to evaluate her work, who finally approve the last song on the soundtrack that she has been working on for so long and to which she put all her soul.

The very second people outside the cast leave, Y/N looks for who has always been the boy of her life, the one who has proven that even though the years go by, they only need a few seconds to be themselves again, to be everything again. And as soon as she finds him hanging around only with the other 3 members of JATP she runs and jumps on him, entwining her legs at his hips and hugging him from the neck with all her strength, he immediately secures her by putting his arms around her waist.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The band starts screaming “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” hoping that one of the two will already dare to take the next step, and Y/N stamps her lips against Charlie's, who reacts almost automatically and kisses her back hard, deciding quickly this is the happiest moment of his life. He finally got the girl, or with what just happened, her fierce girl got him.

Hours later both are in Y/N's apartment curled up on a sofa, enjoying being together again.

“Yes, that sexy, beautiful, adorable and talented man is my boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie.”

Charlie chuckles at her random declaration. “What was that?”

“I’m practicing, and I wanted to say it aloud. I’m just so happy right now.”

His heart melts, she’s the most beautiful thing in the world. His brightest burning star.

His girlfriend doesn't give him time to reply, devouring his lips again. After all, she has four years to recover, and as always, he is more than willing to help her.

Thank you so much for reading!

NEXT PART HERE

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messwriting · 4 years ago

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Written for The Smut Pile Collab: Mafia AU | MASTERLIST HERE.

SCARRED HANDS

Iwaizumi Hajime (Older) x Female Reader

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Warnings: Mafia AU related plot, including drugs. gun traffic and homicide. Violence. SERIOUS TALK ABOUT GAMBLING, ADDICTION, DEBT AND FAMILY ISSUES/FORGIVENESS. Hajime is older, about early forties while Reader is in her twenties, so: Age gap. Slow-burn (I think?). Presence of an OC named Rei in a side-ship with Mattsun. In this first part there’s no smut.

Part One | Part Two (soon) Word count: 7.5k

Note: This is my second contribution to The Smut Pile Collab, hosted by the lovelies @present-mel, @pleasantanathema and @linestrider. Thank you so much Claudia, @thisisthehardestthing, for beta-ing this and all your amazing comments who have made me scream so much i’m pretty sure my neighbors are wary for my sanity. There’s a side OC/Mattsun here that is my small gift to @mixedhell for everything she has always done for me and for being such a great beta, friend and enabler. <3

I was trying to not break this in two parts, but as it seems my brain keeps hellbent on putting more plot in this, it has become unavoidable. Uh, enjoy? This is my excuse of a fic to just love Iwaizumi at any and all given opportunity! Second part in the works but with no release date yet. <3

Iwaizumi never wanted this life.

He thinks about it while cleaning his bloody knuckles with a wet cloth, taking care to surround the parts where the skin had broken, scars over scars to the point that he practically did not know what was old and what was recent. The pain didn't bother him anymore, a constant in his life to the point that he barely registered the new injuries. That was the life of the second-in-command of the Seijoh Mafia.

He lived a poor childhood, violent teenage years. At the time, he didn’t have much choice in resorting to crime. It was easy, even; he was good with his hands, fast and built broad and strong since he was young. When his only and best friend told him he wanted to be the Boss, he’d almost laughed before seeing that familiar glint in his friend's eyes – that pure, fierce determination Oikawa had been practically born with– and, void of a dream for himself, he pledged himself to that of his only family.

“Take him to the back,” Hajime tells his trusted duo, who watched over him and the man they’ve been working for the past hour. Matsukawa nods shortly and puts out the cigarette he was smoking, still in half, on the nearest surface, before addressing the bloody man tied to a chair.

“What are you going to do now?” Hanamaki asks from the entrance threshold, not looking at him but rather to the night sky above them outside the deposit in the outskirts of the town. His joint is ending, sweet smoke blowing out and swirling up.

“I’ll tell Oikawa,” Iwaizumi says like it was obvious. “He’s gonna have to be more careful with his companies.”

Hanamaki snorts while smiling. “Not that he’ll listen.”

Hajime shrugs, throwing the blood-stained rag back without a care for where it’ll land. “That’s his problem.” Then he sighs, looking up at the smoke from Hanamaki’s joint swirling around the wind. “The mole is ours.”

Iwaizumi has a special place, if he could call it that.

He discovered the owner had died with consternation, when he went to the place at his usual time and found it, for what was probably the first time in more than a decade, closed. The diner operated until the ignoble hours of the night, which is why, since Iwaizumi was still a soldier, he used to spend the last hours of his day or the early hours of his mornings there, in what he’d call his little break in between work; his moment of calm even on the most eventful nights of his violent life.

Since he had risen the ranks rather quickly, the habit had given way to certain care with the frequency in which he visited the place, although the time had little variation and was always after two in the morning.

It was the moment when the night calmed down, the clubs and parties booming, the restaurants that opened at early hours already closed; the brave few passers-by running to their safe places on empty streets while the cars running through the streets lessened by the minute. This was the time when night-shift policemen were already tired of both the events of their shift and the long worked hours, nodding off in their cars.

The diner was on a street just a few blocks away from the heaviest area of the city, where clubs and parties continued until the bright hours of the morning; the drug traffic in these places had been feeding the old mafia veins for decades, since before Iwaizumi, and he was certain he would meet his end way before it did.

The place was small, nothing much, two big windows beyond the door showing the old, almost vintage interior, careless by the owner who never paid much attention to the decorative aspect of the place. Twenty years ago, when Iwaizumi went from being a simple associate to a soldier, just beginning his life as a man, the place was busier, almost famous - and even then the nights were always the quietest shift, the time where degenerates inherited the city.

Iwaizumi didn't know exactly what had disappointed him so much when he found out that old Lou had gone for the better. Lou wasn't even the old man’s real name - he just adopted it once the name of the diner -- Lou’s Diner -- ended up merging with his in the daily life of being the business owner. Iwaizumi was a constant presence in the place enough to know that Lou, in fact, was the name of the old man's wife, who had died young.

In fact, Iwaizumi spent the days following the discovery of the man’s passing trying to figure out where the place would end - Lou had never said anything about family, but there was always the possibility that the business had been pledged in warrant of some debt and if not, there was the bank. The old man wasn’t exactly what you’d call an exemplary business manager.

A surprise came again when Iwaizumi drove past the place during the day and for the first time in three weeks, there was movement inside the diner - and his first thought is theft.

It wouldn’t be surprising, considering both the neighborhood and the fact that with the place closed three weeks before, every thug in the street knows that everything is still there.

Iwa sighs, then makes a u-turn so he can park close to the alley on the diner’s corner. He’s surprised, but he realizes it is, in fact, not the case. Unless the young woman holding a broom and looking around as she rolls up the sleeves of a loose oversized T-shirt over normal jeans shorts were, somehow, a phenomenal smuggler.

Against his better judgment, Iwaizumi gets out of his BMW and steps carefully onto the sidewalk, checking his surroundings with practiced ease. The glass doors of the diner are wide open, sidewalk wet and leaking soapy water into the street. Iwa crosses through it with little care, pausing for a moment while the oblivious girl inside keeps brushing away.

“Hello,” Iwaizumi salutes from the wide open doors, perhaps to also let the place breathe some air after the days closed. You startle, the broom in your hand flying to the floor with a loud crash.

“Holy fuck!” you yelp, turning around with both hands in front of your body. “Are you trying to kill me, dude?”

Iwaizumi almost chuckles, the corners of his lips turning up.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He takes his hands out of his pockets, showing them in front of his body as a sign of peace. And it isn’t like he can’t easily kill you and anyone you may have inside with just them.

“Oh god. My heart,” you murmur, clenching your shirt over your chest while sucking in a few breaths. Your eyes finally come up to his. “Sorry, I think I was just too distracted.”

Hajime nods. He isn’t a man to say sorry twice. “I was just passing by and noticed the diner open. It’s been closed for some weeks, so I was just checking.”

“Oh, sure.” Your mouth opens in a small ‘o’, and Iwaizumi is surprised at how it got his attention. Pretty lips on an even prettier face. “Yeah… I’m reopening it this week. I just need to fix some things around here.”

Iwaizumi gives you a once over. Discreetly. He leans against the doorframe, curiosity winning him over. “So, you bought it?”

“What?” you laugh, hand coming to wipe the sweat from your brow. “No. I inherited it."

Iwaizumi assumes that he was unable to hide his surprise by the way your lips move to form an amused smile.

“Ha, yes, most people have the same reaction as you.” You bend to grab the broom in the ground and Iwaizumi’s eyes tread for a second too long along the spanse of your body while you’re not looking. “Which is funny, and also tells a whole tale about the old man.”

“I suppose it does,” Iwaizumi nods once while speaking.

He looks over the place, sees the few changes being done; the paint cans on the ground, the boxes by the corner, the shelfs being replaced and the new color of the upholstered sofas. You in the middle of it all -- the new and the old.

“I’ll leave you to your cleaning, then. It’s good to know the place isn’t closing.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s already taking his leave.

You turn around to thank him but Iwaizumi is already far down the sidewalk, not sparing a glance at you once his back is turned. Your head bends sideways almost involuntary, eyes threading the expanse of his broad back, clad in a beautiful light blue social shirt, rolled sleeves over bulging forearms, with black slacks and expensive looking shoes. While you hoped you didn’t stare before, now you are free to do so and wow, that is a beautiful male specimen if you ever saw one.

Your first thought is that he didn’t belong in here -- the scenario of a beaten up street and a mildly abandoned diner, in the middle of the day on the foul part of the city. Then again, he looks rather at ease, familiarized, and it isn’t like you can know someone from just one look.

If anything, a good looking man like that always comes with a catch.

“Hey,” your friend comes through the kitchen doors, looking pretty much like you, tired and sweaty after the morning deep cleaning. “What's going on here? I heard something but I was on the phone”

“Oh,” you say, then grin mischievously at her. “A hot piece of man just passed by asking about the diner.”

“No!” your friend almost cried, lips pressing together in a pout. “See! This is why I keep being single! I never get to see any hotties from the fucking kitchen.”

“Hey, not my fault you decided to be a cook.”

Iwaizumi tells himself he’s just checking on the place he likes.

It’s out of a weird misplaced sentimentality, he reasons. He’s been going there for years after all. He’s checking out the new owner, that’s it. The young woman who somehow inherited Lou’s bar. The pretty young woman who was redecorating and cleaning the place that probably didn’t get any love for the last fifteen years. And that’s what Iwaizumi is telling himself when he crosses the city at late hours of the night because the first thing he needs to know is if you’re stupid enough to actually open the place until the ungodly hours of mornings like the old man used to.

And, sure enough, you are.

It’s past three in the morning when Iwaizumi parks on the other side of the street, but the regulars pour in like clockwork at the sight of the open diner -- old fellas, mostly, and some passersby who work at night. The whores, and the tired workers, all mingling the later it gets. Iwaizumi counts five clients, which is a busy night, and somehow he struggles to find security in your arrangement.

It’s a weird feeling to have for someone -- worry -- and for all the constant preoccupation he has going on in his life with Oikawa, he’s sure he hasn't felt that particular brand of it in some time.

For that same reason, Hajime turns around and leaves.

A week later and he’s back.

This time it’s earlier in the night, just past midnight and the diner is empty save for three regulars he knows well enough. Iwaizumi hates to admit it, but he’s curious; Matsukawa told him that the place had been closing at four and reopening at eleven, with not exactly lots of clients, but with enough patrons to not be discouraged.

But it was the fact that the man depicted the place as “nice” that got Iwaizumi interested. Mattsun is not the kind to throw empty comments like those and there was a glint in this man's eyes that made him suspicious. If a small hint of jealousy sparks on Iwa’s chest, he says it’s for the place.

He signals for Makki to turn a curve so he can get off on the other side of the street and tells him to park somewhere out of sight. He doesn’t like to have the BMW close, working as a beacon; the fact Iwa already dares to have a routine place is trouble enough.

“Bring me a coffee when you come back.” The strawberry blonde tells him while perching himself over the car window, driving off before Iwaizumi can give him a nasty stare. Iwa takes his time on the pavement directly across the diner, lighting a cigarette while moving to cross the street.

The bell that rings when he crosses the door threshold surprises him for a moment, bringing the stares of everyone inside to him. Some of the old regulars nod his way, and Iwaizumi nods in return, a stiff greeting but one they grew used to in the years of sharing the space.

You look eager, eyebrows shooting up as if you’re not expecting to see him standing in the middle of the place like that. Then, your lips turn up into a smile and Iwaizumi almost misses the sentiment behind it. It’s been far too long since someone looks this pleased into seeing him anywhere.

Well, with the exception of Oikawa. But that’s because he normally shows up to save the man’s stupid ass.

Iwaizumi walks over to his usual spot, in the back, by the window and sits on the newer looking red sofa. The scratched old table looks bright with new polishing. He notes the changes, appreciates them even: the cleaner looking designs despite the vintage diner ambience, the cream walls, the new smell of good food and well brewed coffee.

The ground is clean for the first time in a few years, the glass windows and doors looking good and there’s an overall different air around the small place. It feels good. Iwaizumi isn’t used to it. You come close to him, no uniform but jeans and a loose white shirt with a black apron tied around your middle, a coffee pot in one hand and a cup in the other.

“Hello there. Good night -- or day, depending on how your life works.” Your smile is disconcerting. You signal with your head to the coffee. “Want some coffee?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“No worries.” You pour some for him and ask if he wants milk or cream, which he doesn’t. Iwaizumi likes his coffee black. “Can I bring the menu?”

It’s on the tip of his tongue to say no. But he’s curious about what you’re doing with the place, so he nods. Again, you smile while nodding and leaving, and Iwaizumi is baffled by your disposition to be nice at this hour. The old mas was more of a fuck-it kinda person, so it’s a small whishplash to have actual service in here.

Before you leave, however, you turn back and smile at him in what Hajime can only define as playfully.

“Glad you finally decided to come in and give us a shot.” Your eyes are bright with mirth, proud of yourself for being so observant, and in the late hours of night he feels charged. “I promise you it’s not so bad.”

Oh, Hajime thinks as his face feels slightly warm, a twitch on his fingertips while he looks at your pretty face. This can’t be good.

You wait a bit. Seeing as the whole movement inside the diner changes with the small addition of one man at the corner table. You realise people haven’t sat on that table during the late nights, even when Iwaizumi had yet to even enter the place before.

So, you brace yourself with all the courage you’ve been mustering, and pretend to offer him a refill of coffee while walking over. You’ve been conjuring up theories for him since you saw him the first time, perched on the doors while you were cleaning, and it didn’t help that you kept seeing his car passing around the place for some time before he finally decided to come to the diner.

“Are you an old regular or something?” you ask while refilling his cup with hot, freshly brewed coffee. You’d lie if anyone asked if you did a whole new coffee pot just to find an opening to talk to him.

“Why do you ask?” His eyes are always so deep, the musky green color seemingly pulling you in, black irises eating you up. Your pulse quickens but you hold his eyes on yours even as your face grows warm.

“It’s just that you’re always here.” The words tumble out of your mouth quickly as you deposit the coffee pot on the table, looking at him almost eagerly. “Most of my regulars seem to know you and leave you alone. So I thought that maybe, you know, you may come here for the old times sake.”

He holds your eyes with his for a moment, then looks down to the cup of coffee while he brings it to his lips.

“I guess you could say that.”

It feels like a period. Like he isn’t much for small talk, so you pat the apron in front of you, pick up the coffee pot from the table and nod while looking back to the counter to mask your disappointment with such a short conversation.

“Hmm, got’cha.”

“So, the old man was your father?” His voice picks up a tone higher and you turn with big eyes to him. He looks quiet, observant while he looks up at you and somehow, without nothing to hold on, you decide you want to talk to him some more.

“No, I never knew my dad. The stupid man was my grandpa.”

“Hm,” Iwaizumi nods, his eyes still on you. For some reason you can’t stand the silence, so you keep talking.

“He’d left the business for me and if I'm honest things were not going great where I was so,” you shrug. “I thought about giving this a shot.”

“And your mom?” His eyes on yours make you feel pressured and also lacking, your mouth working before your mind can really think. “She’s been dead since I was a kid.”

He blinks, surprised, and when he speaks he sounds so genuine you smile, “sorry to hear that.”

“No problem. It’s life, right?” you ask rhetorically, an unwavering smile on your face and bright eyes despite the forlorn subject. Hajime’s chest does something weird at the sight, eyes moving down to the coffee mug by his hands.

Is it? Hajime doesn’t know. But he also hasn't had parents or any kind of family besides Oikawa and the trouble duo, so he nods, murmuring agreement. You leave him alone for the rest of the night, but not without getting his name and introducing yourself; and you do it mostly because you’re still unsure about the man. He’s quiet, mostly keeps to himself while drinking his coffee and sometimes ordering something he never finishes, but other than that, he doesn’t do much. Which, despite that, doesn’t change the fact he sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of the place.

His clothes are expensive even if they’re simple; his watch and rings glints under the diner lights, catching attention; and his eyes are like two black gunbarrels pointed straight at you in a face with a jawline sharp enough to cut.

He makes you feel slightly unnerved and a whole lot interested.

Hajime wonders, as he exits the dinner and walks the short distance to where Makki has parked the car, if he has enough reasons to be worried about you. He enters the back of the expensive black BMW, gives the annoying blonde his promised coffee and nods so he can start driving. Iwaizumi settles on the backseat and turns to look at Hanamaki, eyeing him through the rearview mirror.

“Makki.”

“Yes, Boss.” The answer comes immediately.

“Is this place in anyone's rotation?” Makki’s eyes thread to the mirror to look Hajime back.

“Old Lou’s dinner?”

“Yes.”

Makki’s brows furrow in thought while he seems to think it over. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think so.” His eyes lock on Hajime’s figure through the rearview mirror and Iwa counts the seconds until he asks, since his curiosity always wins. ”Why?”

“Check it for me.” It’s the end of conversation, and Makki knows. He nods.

“‘kay, Iwa.”

Iwaizumi’s thoughts are brewing, his brows furrowing deeply while he thinks over the whole exchange from earlier.

In a short conversation of a few minutes, you already unsuspectingly told him that you had no family left, no one to miss you if you’re gone. From that he can infer the easy things -- that you probably live alone, seeing as he’s never seen a boyfriend in the restaurant or calling you while you’re working the counter; that you must either live in your grandpa’s house or a small apartment if you’re trying to make more money by renting the old man’s place; that you probably leave alone after closing the dinner -- and he got all that by an easy small talk over coffee.

Iwa’s lips turn sour while he turns to watch over the streets late at night, the dangerous things that lie in the dark. He ignores that he, himself, is one of them.

Yes, maybe he should check on you.

Iwaizumi observes with a frown while Oikawa waltzes inside his penthouse with his new friend. The woman is, much like all of Oikawa’s partners, beautiful. Luxurious hair and curves, all wrapped in an equally expensive package the color of bright fucking red. Tonight things are less busy in the place, with Iwaizumi and the duo in the living room, while Kunimi keeps watch on the door from his position bended over the counter. Like with everything in his life, the man looks bored and done at the same time.

“I have to give it to him, he does have taste.” Hanamaki points it out unemotionally, his eyes threading along the lady of the moment hanging off Oikawa’s arm. Mattsun looks up from his phone in time to catch a look, his arched brow doing an appearance.

“Yeah, but that’s not new.”

“The idiot blows through women as you do with joints.” Iwaizumi scoffs, twirling his cup of whisky and enjoys the moment to sip his drink. “Which is stupid, both of you.”

“Couldn’t hear your criticism over the sound of you downing that whisky.” Hanamaki pipes in and Mattsun laughs but quickly retrieves himself back to his phone once Iwaizumi gives both of them a nasty glare.

On the other side of the room, Oikawa parts ways with his company, probably telling the woman to go somewhere inside his apartment while he handles business. His companion’s normally don’t ask much about what he does -- the less they know, the less they lie.

While Iwaizumi does understand the appeal of having someone to warm his bed at night like that, it just seems ridiculous to parade them around as Oikawa does; as if they’re a walking vitrine of his power and money, clad in so many brilliants, Hajime wonders if Oikawa can even see them through the shine.

Iwaizumi sighs when Oikawa finally moves in their direction, crossing his leg over his thigh as he stretches his back against the chair backrest. He drinks the rest of the whisky in one go.

“I see you already treated yourself to some beverage, Iwa-chan.”

The ridiculous nickname stuck, even after all these years, no matter how many glares and curses Hajime threw his way– and Oikawa has seen Hajime kill men before. Still, the brunette stays unwavering in his teasing -- and Iwa has made arrangements to make sure no one but him feels free to use that denomination.

“Good whisky ain’t making me nicer, shittykawa.” There’s also the fact Iwaizumi maintains his mockery with his friend, even as most of the Mob now call him Boss. He supposes it’s good to have few good childhood memories, if one can.

“At least it makes you less grumpy.”

Iwaizumi wonders if people would believe him if he told them the Boss pokes his tongue out and flops on the sofa then again, Oikawa’s charm is in being unwavering himself. When Oikawa crosses his leg over his knee and blinks feral, focused eyes over Iwaizumi, it’s easy to see the beast that brought him into the position as the chief in command of the Seijoh Mafia. “So, what did you have to tell me that couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“You’re being reckless,” Iwa starts, calm. “I’ve told you about being careful with your companion’s while I’m busy handling that subject.”

Oikawa pretends not to listen, falling back on his big chair without a care in the world.

“She’s a friend!” His face turns smug, even while there’s a small whine in his voice. It’s a stark difference from the feral Oikawa Tooru that put fear in the hearts of every Mafia in the bordering neighborhoods where they acted and climbed the ranks so fast, he became the head of Seijoh mob while only closing in on his early thirties -- and that was ten years ago. Still, around Iwaizumi, Oikawa keeps being the same brat he ever was.

“You need to get laid, Iwa.” The brunette laughs a bit, pouring more whisky for both of them. “How long it’s been, huh? Two decades? That’s how long your frown has been etched onto your face.”

Makki and Mattsun try to hide their smiles, but it’s futile.

“Don’t worry about my love life.”

“Love life?” Now Oikawa laughs, hand smacking his knee in his amusement. “I’m talking fucking, Iwa. We don’t have time for love.”

“Another reason why you shouldn’t worry about what doesn’t pertain to you.”

“Ohh~” Iwaizumi hates that he saw the singsong coming, “such big words. Gosh, that must mean it’s been years without action down there.”

“Why the worry, Tooru?” Iwaizumi asks, voice turning deep, eyes threading over Oikawa’s face. That has happened -- and ended, but it didn’t mean the two men didn’t play around it sometimes.

“Is the sex you’ve been getting so bad, you’ve been worried about mine?” Iwa scoffs, drinks a full mouth of whisky and turns to look at Oikawa once again.

“You look too old to be getting any action,” Oikawa mocks him, snickering behind his glass. “Look at those lines and wrinkles, oh gosh Iwa, we’re the same age, you’re making me look bad.”

“Shut up, trashykawa,” Iwaizumi grumbles. “I’m just going to tell you this time: fucking behave. I’m looking into the mole, but you need to watch your back.”

“I thought that was your job, though.”

“Makes it a bit fucking hard when you bring home a diferent friend every night. Babysitting a toddler would be easier than you.” Iwaizumi grumbles and scoffs, finishing his drink in one go. “I’m doing my job. Now listen to me so that I can do it well.”

Iwaizumi slams his glass on the wooden coffee table and stands, the sound loud but not enough to disturb the rest of the men around the place. Maddog does look at Iwaizumi as if thinking what’s the cause for his distress, but the man has learned long ago that Oikawa rattles on everyone's nerves at some point -- Iwa just happens to be ticked more than the rest, a consequence of being friends with the man, he assumes.

Iwa pats his slacks, re-doing the button on his suit and walks away, moving a hand in the air as a way to say goodbye to Oikawa. “Your friend is waiting for you.”

Hanamaki and Matsukawa are behind him before he stops in front of the elevator doors, Kunimi not even looking up as the three of them leave. “Try not to be dead by the morning.”

“I’ll do my best~” Oikawa singsongs back, a carefree smile on his face.

Mattsun is driving tonight and that means Hanamaki is speaking the whole time, going on about how the Karasuno Mob is growing, potentially able to slip between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa’s territory if they’re not careful. Iwaizumi listens, but doesn’t really offer anything to the discussion; he’s too caught up in his head, wondering about what he’s going to do with Oikawa and how he can flush out the mole as fast as possible until something catches his ear, every thought in his mind freezing at the mention of the diner neighborhood.

“What did you say?”

“Huh?” Makki stops, looking back through the seat. “Oh, some of ours have been talking about seeing Shiratorizawa around downtown territory.” Makki turns serious, and it happens so rarely that the moment his demeanor shifts, Iwaizumi actually grasps his worries by the simple difference in the air surrounding the blonde. “Johzenji too.”

Now, that’s worrisome. While Seijoh and Shiratorizawa have some shared business in downtown and somewhat of a truce on those places, Johzenji is way too far from its limits, crossing borders they know they should not. Iwaizumi catches sight of how his frown actually caves lines on his forehead and Oikawa’s snickers pops in his mind as if the male was right there, he scoffs but his look is serious.

They can’t leave it that way.

Hajime tells himself that the fact that your face pops in his mind and the thought of a territorial war a few blocks away from the Diner makes his hands constrict into fists, has nothing to do with how fast he decided he must handle it.

But it gets a little less believable as he orders Matsukawa to keep an eye out on your street, like if it wasn’t clear that by your street -- he meant you.

You notice the man staying around.

Actually, you doubt anyone hasn’t noticed the tall man who likes to linger just a bit too much around your diner as if he’s your hired security guard or something. He’s taller than most people, broad and built enough for you to see it in the way his clothes cling to his form, and has this fixation with metal, because both his ears are pierced and his knuckles are always adorned with thick rings. He looks bad, and has a cigarette pending from his lips to crown the look. Which, of course, prompts half the women population who enjoy your diner to look. It probably doesn’t help that despite his aloof behavior he can be quite the charmer.

And you’re suspecting your cook and friend is falling for it.

“If you light that cigarette right now after I’ve just told you to leave and smoke outside, I swear to god I’ll use the fire extinguisher on you, Matsukawa-san.” You always chastise him out of the Dinner once he starts smoking, since Issei has no respect for the very big, very red “no smoking” sign you had to purchase just because of him. He grins at you from his high seat on the counter and lifts his hands in a sign of rendition.

“Okay, honey. I’ll drop it.”

You eye him very sharply until his fingers finally close around his cigar and he takes it out the clasp of his lips. You watch until he pockets it again in his metal case. Then, you finally blink and nod, turning to enter inside your kitchen. You’ve made the mistake of trusting him before, letting him out of your sight once he signaled defeat when you reprimanded him, just to come out and find him smoking anyway. So, now, you take the extra precautions with him, reason why you open the door without warning to check on him, finding him calmly studying the menu.

He eyes you and blinks, a big grin splitting his face.

“I’ll behave,” he crosses a finger over his heart like a scout. ”Promise.”

You snort, but turn around and enter the kitchen space, yelling at your friend the newest orders, to which she just yells back a fine.

You grab the done plates– buttermilk pancakes and swiss omelette with orange juice and black coffee– and push the door outside with your hip, while calmly balancing everything on your tray.

It’s a quiet late-morning, most of the regulars have already left for work and you’re dealing with the unusual clients, just three if you count Mattsun.

Once you’re back at the counter, Matsukawa is signaling with the menu for you to come over.

“So, what’s your order, Matsukawa-san?”

“First, I’d like you to drop the san, it makes me feels fucking old.”

You tease him just the bit by giving him a pointed look with a very arched eyebrow.

“Stop it,” he hisses at you, eyes narrowing. “Don’t you fuckin-”

“You are old,” you tell him, pleased with yourself when he hisses as if burned, making you sport a big smile while on it. He’s glaring at you. “See, this is how I feel when I catch you smoking once I tell you not to.”

His lopsided grin is a panty-dropper; too bad you’re thinking about how it would be if someone else grinned at you like that. “Valid.”

The seconds tick by while you wait for Matsukawa to say his order but he just stares at you as if you’re slowly losing your mind. You sigh, resist the urge to facepalm but do press two fingers into the middle of your forehead in an upwards motion to help with the stress, to look at him again and smile.

“Your order, Matsukawa-san?”

“Again with the -san? Let me make a deal with you. You call me Issei and I’ll never smoke inside again.”

You eye him suspiciously but ultimately decide it’s a nice deal.

“Deal,” you say, while jutting your lips out to hide a smile, still looking for hints he may be lying. “And if I catch you smoking inside again I’ll start calling you Jiji.”

Issei’s eyes go large, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline until he coughs and sputters, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

The stare-down goes for a few seconds until you end it by saying, “I’ll get your regular,” and turning around to leave.

“This isn’t over!”

“Yeah, yeah, just behave.”

Once you’re in the kitchen, the clattering and noises are loud.

“You should chill a bit before you end up completely mutilating the pans, Rei. Half my money is in your kitchen.”

She throws you a nasty glare from across all the other way by her stove, doing God knows what but whatever it is smells heavenly.

“Do you believe the gall of this idiot outside?”

“Yep,” you chirp, but you eye her closely while she continues. You know her enough to know what’ll happen next.

“He had the fucking nerve to say my food was too salty.”

“Uh,” Escapes your lips, but you narrow your eyes at her, taking in the redness of her face, the way she looks overheated and the gesticulating arms while she walks around using too much strength while opening and closing the kitchen cabinets.

“SALTY!” She hollers to the emptiness of her kitchen, which pretty much makes it echo through the walls. You’re half certain you can hear Matsukawa chuckling outside. You wait for it, by now you know it’s coming. “I’ll show him what the fuck being too salty means.” She keeps going, cranky and beating the pans with that bit too much strength so that the clanks and tinkling sound loud even to you. You wait just a little bit more. “That handsome motherfucker, I’ll fucking deck him with my frying pan!”

And there it is.

You snicker just the tiniest bit, and put the order for his regular. She snatches it from your hand and points a paring knife at you.

“Don’t you dare say anything.” She does look fairly threatening, but the thing is that you’ve been on the other side of that knife one too many times to care now.

“Hey, if you like insufferable assholes, who am I to judge?”

“Fuck you.”

The movement is slow tonight, the cold weather with a drizzle makes your regulars stay home and the streets stay empty. It’s just a bit past midnight and you already know you’re closing early. Iwaizumi has been seated at his usual spot for a good twenty minutes already and, much like every other night, he’s just doing nothing -- looking over the street, reading the paper, sometimes a book or daring to look at his phone. Rei is still moving around in the kitchen and there’s only one other person in the diner -- an old man eating his soup calmly on the whole other side.

You feel restless; your eyes keep darting to him as if waiting to be caught, definitely not being the subtle person you hope to be, nothing catches your attention when Iwaizumi sits calmly by the window reading the paper and sipping on fresh coffee. Your eyes thread through his broad shoulders, poorly hidden under the fitted black social button up, rolled sleeves showing big, veiny forearms leading to strong, broad hands that seem even bigger when they engulf the coffee mug.

Hajime wears one ring, thick, black and a matching watch that probably costs as much as this whole place. You don’t need to see it to know his dark grey slacks are fitted; you’ve caught sight of it when he entered and you think there’ll be hell on earth before you forget how perfectly it hugs his frame, how delicious his ass is and how his waist is marked, beautifully, by the black belt. You thank the gods that he had already disposed of his suit jacket, or you’d be unable to survive so long.

You’re probably drooling, so you tear your eyes from him to make yourself a hot cup of coffee and hope that you can pretend the flustered feeling in your insides is from the steaming caffeine quickening your heart. However, seeing as your eyes drag slowly back to him, you think that’s a lost battle.

You drink a bit, breathe some more and decide to say fuck it. You’re not risking anything -- if he doesn’t want to talk, he can just say so. So you wash your hands, shed your apron and pick your coffee mug back up while walking to him. Before you even tread more than two steps, his deep, hard green eyes are already looking at you. They’re so impenetrable and focused, you wonder if he looks long enough, will he see your mind?

The thought makes your face heat up and you swallow the saliva pooling on your mouth before speaking,“mind if I sit?”

He nods no, but still answers, “go ahead.”

You slide on the seat in front of him, and for a second you regret your choice. Up close and with nowhere else to look, he’s even bigger -- his frame engulfs anything past his shoulders, his eyes demanding the sole focus of yours and you give it to him. But there’s a thought in your mind that helps you fight back the urge to let yourself slide and drown in the pool of deep green.

“So, I've been meaning to ask,” you tread carefully, knowing it’s a minefield ahead. You’ve been alone in this world with just your grandpa for a long time, and he was no saint. You’re no stranger to the fact that his diner has always been in mob-controlled territory. You’ve seen him bullied into paying back gambling loans too many times to not know how a bad man looks, and still, here you are, body warming and trembling just by the sight of what must be the baddest of them all. “Were you friends with my grandpa or something?”

Iwaizumi looks at you, blinks and then hums a question, slightly furrowed brows his only sign of confusion. “Hm?”

“It’s just that I’ve noticed… that you seem like you’ve been taking care of this place… of me.” You speak while your eyes keep darting between his face and down, a warm feeling seeping from your eyes that makes his brain slow down, too caught up in watching you until he realizes he walked into a tricky question.

Fuck. Think fast, Hajime.

“We weren’t exactly friends. But he was a mean card player and he got a lot of money out of me.” Iwaizumi speaks fondly, which is probably the only thing indicating that he isn’t here for some wicked king of payback. You nod while your brows slide up.

“I’m sure you also took a lot of money from him.”

“If I was lucky,” he pauses, “I don’t like to bet. But it was nice to play against him, even without betting.”

“I’m surprised he wanted to play without betting.”

“Rare occasions.” Iwa muses with a small smile in the corner of his lips.

Iwaizumi looks at you again, that deep stare as if he’s trying to catch your soul intent. “What I mean with that is… He never talked about you. Or having a family, for that matter.”

“Well… it’s like you put it. He was a gambler. And before he got good, he was bad. We struggled a lot with his debt while I was growing up. Once I left the house and I was working and got into college... he called me, asking for money. He knew I had a college fund -- small, but you know, enough to get by for a few years. I gave some of it to him and I told him that if he was going to call me for money, it’d be better if he didn’t call at all, so… our relationship was pretty strained this last few years.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t know what to say. So he tests around something he hasn't used in a long time, “sorry.”

“It’s fine. I just couldn’t possibly deal with his debt on top of mine, you know. And it was his choice not to call me for other reasons, so.” You shrug your shoulders, eyes downcast for a moment. If Iwaizumi ever knew how to console someone, he’d forgotten it a long time ago, but he’ll swear on his gun and every god above that he wishes he was sensible enough now to offer any kind of words that can resemble solace. He doesn’t know what you find in his face that makes you do a funny face, nose wrinkling, while smiling.

“It’s ok, I don’t hate him, you know. I just... He’s dead and I can’t help but think these things are in the past. Which may be fucked up but I’ve made my choice not to go through life with these demons.”

Iwaizumi nods, solemn. He knows a thing or twelve about going through life with demons and he wishes that you didn’t have to bear this even for the smallest of seconds. It gnaws inside your being, and the places where their claws sink usually fester. But, he doesn’t even risk thinking about what it’d be like for him to live without them -- they’re the closest to penitence for a whole life of sin he’s ever gonna get.

Talking to Hajime makes hours fly by like minutes.

He’s not very talkative himself, but he’s a great listener and he gives you fair, honest answers so you try to do the same. You ask him about the old man, what he’d been doing, and Hajime doesn’t even blink while saying that he kept gambling until his death; tells you how he’d been worried that the diner had been offered as collateral to some debt and would fall victim of your grandpa’s addiction even after his death. You tell him about life after college, how disheartening and anxious it was, how you’ve struggled without finding a job and hustled your way together with Rei. You tell him how you’ve felt good to win the Diner -- the new ideas and purpose, the excitement and how fun it was to think about life like this -- a business owner.

The one thing Hajime doesn’t tell you about is his job, which you feel is answer enough; and when you ask him about the late nights at the Diner, his lips quirk up and your heart quickens, whole body warming at how he tells you the diner has a special place in his life and that he doesn’t likes to sleep, only crashing once the sun come out.

He stays with you as you bid Rei farewell and close the restaurant, walks you to his car and drives you to your house. His car doesn’t move until you make it safe inside and only when your face comes to the window, does it starts to move away.

[to be continued]

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cellard0ors · 3 years ago

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Fic: Movement (4/5)

Still working on this for @peachworthy. Should wrap up sometime this week or next and then the full thing'll get posted to AO3. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 here for now!

They decide to do it on a Saturday night.

Link has the weekend off from work and no classes. Rhett’s schedule is also free. They discuss the matter in terse terms, both seeming nervous about the idea, but neither backing down.

As such, Saturday rolls around with little fanfare until late into the evening. An evening that finds Link sitting on the couch, one of his legs jiggling and bouncing about as he waits for Rhett.

Rhett comes out to the living room holding a pillow and he offers it to Link. Link looks at it with some confusion and his friend clears his throat, eyes darting away, “For your lap.”

“My-?” Link looks down and then to Rhett and then…oh. Link colors, realizing that the pillow is to be used in order to cover any potentially ‘arising’ situation on his part. Feel exposed yet stubborn, he remarks dryly, “Don’t think I’ll need that.”

Rhett lets out a loud laugh and pats him in the chest with it, “Trust me. If I’ve done my job right? You will.”

“…point taken,” Link says softly and he takes the pillow, settling it over his crotch. To be fair, he probably will pop wood. After all, he sometimes pops it when Rhett’s full clothed.

Nude?

Yeah.

Link presses down on the pillow harder, even the errant thought of a nude Rhett causing a stirring. Rhett walks to the television and fiddles with the remote.

An app that Link’s noticed before, but never bothered with, is clicked on. Erotes Plus. The screenshots for the videos that come up are…certainly something. Link looks away, almost overwhelmed by all the bare flesh before him. The titles of the videos are also a bit much. Rhett notices and Link can hear the smirk in his voice as he says, “Prude.”

Link scowls and glares back at him and the screen. He is nota prude. However, titles such as ‘Lonely Housewife Squirts for The First Time’ and ‘He Rides His Daddy Dry’ would take anybody aback. At least Link would like to think so – he supposes some people are more immune than others. After all, his own history with porn is on the small side.

During puberty he’d taken his healthy peeks at nude magazines and a few of his friends had snuck out adult VHS tapes to check out, but for the most part it hadn’t interested him. Granted, this was probably due to his eventual discovery that – while he appreciated the female form – it didn’t draw his interest quite like the male one did.

And finding gay porn? Where he grew up? Yeah, pretty much a completely impossibility. And then – when he’d finally managed to snag some – it had, once more, disappointed. It all just seemed so cold and callous. Like a business transaction with a boatload of grunting. Not at all to his tastes.

Rhett, scrolling through the videos, finally finds one titled simply ‘Movement’ and turns to Link with an apprehensive glance, “Still plenty of time to say ‘no’.”

Link’s throat is dry. Unlike some of the other screenshots, this one is vaguer. It’s two forms silhouetted in shadow. One of those forms is Rhett. Link feels numb as he speaks, “I’m good.”

Rhett clicks the video and it begins.

He moves over and sits near Link, lounging against the other side of the couch in an oh-so-casual way. As if an adult video starring him hasn’t just begun to play.

The film opens with a lithe redhead in a yoga outfit doing various poses. While this is being shown the title card appears followed by the starring and since Link highly doubts Rhett goes by ‘Jenessa Star’, he can’t help but chuckle at, “‘Donatello Velvet’?”

“What?” Rhett asks simply and Link gestures to the television, “That’s you, isn’t it?”

“Problem?”

“That’s the screen name you chose?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, I just don’t see you as a ‘Donatello’,” Link grins at him and Rhett laughs, rubbing one finger along his top lip thoughtfully, “What would you’d’ve gone with then?”

“If I was doing adult film?” Link asks and at Rhett’s nod, he crosses his arms and thinks, “I don’t know…Bevin, maybe?”

Rhett tosses his head back and laughs and Link feels a fissure of delight at that sound, just as he always does. He turns back and the redhead’s poses have become…much more complex. Almost painful looking as she contorts herself to degrees Link wouldn’t think possible and then she rises, stretching out and that’s when Rhett enters.

Or maybe it would be better to think of it as Donatello enters. Yes, it’s a little easier that way and Link does his best to cling to that, to try and stay nonchalant as he offers dryly, “Well, well – there’s a familiar lookin’ fella.”

Rhett just hums and they both watch as he walks up to the woman. He runs his hands along her shoulders and down her arms, whispering into her neck huskily, “Good form.”

Link can’t help but let out a snort. Rhett rolls his eyes, “Okay, okay – I know, I know. Dialogue’s a bit-?”

“Bad?”

“…it could use some improvement.”

“Uh huh,” Link just beams and hey, this isn’t so bad. Cheesy and kind of silly and maybe it will just stay like this. Light and fun. For all Link knows, they won’t even watch the whole thing. Maybe just some of it and then they can turn on something els-!

Rhett begins kissing Jenessa’s neck, white teeth visibly dragging along her skin and Link’s whole body tightens. A phantom sting starts along the same side of his neck that Rhett’s touching on Jenessa. Jenessa’s whole throat arches back, a pleasured moan leaving her and Rhett’s tongue is…very pink.

Link’s Adam’s apple bobs as he says (much huskier than he’d like) “N-Nice camera work…”

Rhett just hums, “Mac’s always had a good eye.”

“Mac?”

“Mackenzie, the director of this one.”

Link just lets out a sound of acknowledgement as he watches Rhett reach around Jenessa and tug at her tank top. Tug until her small, pointed breasts pop free. He cups them in his hands and he has…great hands.

They looks so tan against her skin, palms rough and big, and Jenessa lets out a full throttle moan. Rhett teases the pink tips, fingertips agile as they play along the sensitive flesh, as they circle around her areolas.

She whimpers and turns, kisses him fully, passionately, and it’s…messy. Wet. Link can feel his whole heart thump hard at the sight. Janessa’s hair is shorter than Rhett’s – cropped close to her scalp and Rhett’s hands have abandoned her chest to run through the short strands.

Link barely stops himself from reaching up and touching his own hair, instinctively wanting to mimic how that might feel. To imagine Rhett doing it to him.

He tries not to fidget and talking, talking will help, “Surprised this isn’t more, ah, instant.”

Rhett shrugs, “Foreplay’s a thing, man.”

“No, I know,” Link knows his voice pitches a little high at this, defensive, “Just…figured, mean...’s porn…”

“Some of the earlier videos on here are like that, but when EP got bought out, the new owners took the company in a different direction.”

“EP?”

“Erotes Plus. The platform these films are on,” Rhett explains and then he starts mentioning a few things about different production companies and distributors and the like, but Link is too distracted because Jenessa is now fully naked and Rhett is on his knees between her legs, feasting on her moist lower lips.

The silken tip of his tongue is parting her, dancing along the bundle of nerves that is her clit and her head is tossed back on a loud, wild whine.

Her pale body undulates and she’s gripping his long hair so hard. Link feels as if he’s having an out of body experience. This is his roommate. His friend. The man he’s secretly in love with.

And he’s pleasuring this woman with such…focus. With intensity and finesse and when he rises, his erection is clear, straining at the linen pants that are containing it. Link points to the screen weakly, “Hippie clothes.”

The comment is stupid and unhelpful, but Rhett just laughs, “Yeah – kinda the theme of this series. I’m like, a Yoga Instructor or something? Least that's the way it was explained to me, so – linen pants, cotton top – I mean, we’ve had better costumes, but for this shoot-!”

Rhett is talking some more but, again, Link is barely listening. His eyes are transfixed by what’s taking place on the screen. Janessa easily strips off Rhett’s shirt and then his pants and – No. Underwear.

Link is seeing Rhett’s dick. It’s there…thick, but not as big as his own, a visible vein running along one side. Dusky dark and with a blushing pink tip and gently curling hair hiding his full, taunt sack…

“Link? Buddy? You doin’ alright?”

“Fine.”

“Lookin’ like you seen a ghost," Rhett teases, but there’s a breathless quality to his words, “My body all that bad?”

Link just shakes his head and watches as Jenessa strokes Rhett, as his head falls back and he lets out a shuddering gasp that Link feels in his very bones.

Link is suddenly very, very thankful for the pillow that bobs some as it reacts to the situation taking place beneath it. That situation being Link’s own dick perking upwards, making his jeans tight and constrictive.

“You…?” Something Rhett said finally seems to click in Link’s head, “You said this is a series?”

“Yup,” Rhett murmurs and now the film shows him pressing Jenessa against one of the studio walls and she raises one leg high. Insanely high. It’s a very gymnastic level move and Rhett slots his cock up with her opening, sliding hard and deep into her body.

Jenessa lets out a wail of pleasure as he presses in and she holds that leg up – all strength and grace as he begins to move within her at a steady rhythm.

Her hips answer some, but it’s more about how…open she is. And how deep he’s getting. They’re eyes are locked as he picks up his pace, rocketing in and out of her, shaking her whole form with his thrusts, her tiny breasts jiggling with each movement and movement, they call this…

“Got an award for this one.”

Thank God. That one comment draws Link back to some semblance of sanity even as his body quickens with an unspeakable longing, a carnal hunger that aches, “Really?”

“Uh huh,” Rhett says with no small amount of pride, “Best Sex Scene.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, I owe it to her to be honest,” he waves to the screen, “She’s the one turning herself into a pretzel throughout this thing. Same for the rest of ‘em. They kept finding co-stars for me to work with who had had extensive training in this sort of body contortion. It was just my job to, uh, well…”

Rhett waves again and the answer is obvious: to fuck them through it. Link is not at all limber. In fact, he’s kind of a klutz. Nothing to match up with someone like this.

For some reason, this realization leaves him hollow. Cold. His arousal dims some, “Where’d you get the award from?”

“XRCO.”

Link makes some sound that would imply he understands, but he doesn’t. Rhett sighs, “Got nominated for Most Popular Male Performer on Pornhub but lost to Johnny Rockwell. Guy deserved it though. Performance he did that year was nuts.”

Link’s lost in the vocal cacophony that is erupting from the television speakers. Moans, gasps, grunts, cries of sheer ecstasy as Rhett and Janessa really ramp it up.

They’re in a different position now, Jenessa’s body once more arched at a crazy angle and Rhett's just...really getting in there. His hips are pumping double time, like a jackhammer, and she is loving it.

Her blue eyes are flashing with adoration, her lips curled in that moue that speaks to an almost pleasurable pain and Link can’t help but ask, “Are the others with her?”

Rhett takes a moment to process the question and when he realizes Link is asking about the other films in the series, he shakes his head, “Nah, man. You don’t usually have repeating partners. Like I said, they found other people who could bend in weird ways. The sequel to this sees me with Julian St. Croix. Great guy. Really smart. He’s actually working on another doctorate. Plans on working in the tech field when he retires, which – money he’s making, should be pretty damned soon. You want me to dial that up?”

Link just shakes his head. The idea of watching Rhett doing something like this with yet another person and with a man no less…

He feels crappy for, well, feeling crappy. This is Rhett’s job. He shouldn’t take this personally.

Besides, it’s not like Rhett knows how Link feels about him. To him, they’re just friends and he should play the part of friend – be a friend, a good friend, “I can see why you won the award, Rhett. You’re doing a…a great job. Real good acting.”

The sound of the shocked (yet oddly sharp) laughter that leaves Rhett at that actually causes Link to finally look at him.

Rhett’s face is a ruddy red, like he’s embarrassed or something, and he’s looking at Link with a bit of a wildfire in his eyes, “‘Good acting? Are you serious?”

Link finally shifts about on the couch (which feels fantastic considering his body has been fighting off a plethora of sensations for a while now) as he fully turns to him, pillow still firmly in place, “Of course! I mean, it-it seems like you’re really into this girl,” he gestures to the screen, “when you’re doing this and I imagine that’d take some acting chops.”

He chews on his bottom lip and lowers his gaze, hands ghosting over the pillow as he talks to it more than Rhett, “Un-unless you really are into her.”

“Into her?” Rhett pokes one finger over to the television, “Into Janessa?”

“Yeah, I mean…if-if you two are a couple or-or were one or-?”

“Me and Janessa?” Rhett asks incredulously and some of the heat seems to leave him. Link gets the impression that Rhett had, for a moment, been mad or affronted by Link’s well intentioned compliment, but now is completely changing track. Now Rhett seems charmingly baffled, “You think I’m into Janessa?”

“I-I was just saying if you’re not into her in this,” Link waves to the screen where (seeing as the volume is dying down) it would seem the film is reaching its conclusion, “Then the acting is good and if you are-!”

“I’m not,” Rhett confirms firmly, “I am very much not, nor was I ever, into Janessa. We’re friendly, but we’d never work as a couple, man. She likes cats.”

Rhett says the last as if it’s a blasphemy and Link can’t help but giggle, suddenly feeling bright and light even though he knows better than to do so, “Problem?”

“Not a big fan of lil demons…”

“Noted, “Link sighs and he feels much, much better. The film is finally over, he’s seen some of Rhett’s work, and he can now say the following with sheer confidence, “I’m proud of you.”

And with that, Rhett freezes. He freezes solid, back going ram rod straight, and his eyes – they’re as round as dinner plates.

Big and green and looking at Link like’s a wild anomaly and Link worries that maybe he, somehow, inadvertently offended him with the remark so he’s quick to explain, “I-I mean it, bo. I’m proud of you. Going out there and-and doing something like this. Being so…so exposed and vulnerable and for anyone to see and yeah, sure, I mean, I guess it’s just for people to-to beat off to or whatever, but when you think about it, it’s something that brings people pleasure, which is a lot better than bringing something bad into people's lives and I know some would argue that porn is like, some gateway into violent dark tendencies or whatever, but for the average person it’s a good thing to explore and the fact you can so freely provide that to them and not be ashamed-!”

Link is blathering.

He’s a blathering idiot.

But he feels like if he stops talking, Rhett might snap at him. Or be mad. Or-!

But instead Rhett just shakes his head and whispers, “You’re unbelievable.”

Link’s diatribe cuts off. His blood stops in his veins. He feels completely seized.

“I’ve been trying so hard…fighting with everything in me,” Rhett breathes and he just…eases forward, eases closer. He’s in Link’s personal space and Link wonders if he should back up or something.

He can feel the heat coming off Rhett’s skin. His breath is bathing Link’s face as he rasps, “But I can’t anymore. You’ll have to forgive me, but…”

Rhett kisses him.

Rhett. Kisses. Him.

Rhett kisses Link.

Their lips meet in the smallest, quickest, sweetest little peck. The sound of it, the quick wet click of their lips…it’s earth shattering, sound-barrier breaking.

And Link feels his whole nervous system lurch at it. And Rhett is still looking at him, searching his eyes wildly. Link blinks and licks his lips and tries to speak, but there’s nothing to say.

Rhett just grins softly, “Bad for business…that’s what you are…”

Link’s gaze dips to Rhett’s mouth. To his lips. Lips that were on his seconds ago. His eyes feel heavy lidded as he gulps and Rhett just huffs as he kisses him again. Again.

Another kiss and this one is more than just a peck. This one? This one is the one Link’s been dreaming of, the one he’s been wishing for.

This kiss is perfect.

#rhink #randl #my writing #peachworthy

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Their Doll 4

Y/n Stark

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: the avengers find some stuff out about y/n

Warnings: swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"SO there's some weird HYDRA girl locked and sedated in my basement? Cool, don't want to know." Tony dismissed, not looking up from his white mug as he tipped a generous amping of sugar into his black coffee. He swirled the liquid in the mug and turned around, leaning against the counter as he raised the drink to lips lips and took a sip before sighing intently. Bruce frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Tony, I don't think you get it, I ran a DNA test and-"

"And she's probably some innocent girl that went missing years ago and was never found? I get it, I feel bad for her but at the end of the day she has nothing to do with me." Tony dismissed, pushing away from the counted to deposit his now-empty mug in the sink. He turned the tap on, rinsing out the cup before carelessly placing it on the drying rack.

"Just, please, come and see her. You won't regret it, and if you do - dinner's on me?" Bruce suggest, arms outstretched in welcome. Tony rolled his eyes, before scoffing.

"Yeah, no. I'm good. Catch you in the lab later though?" Tony was quick to deflect, exiting the room with so much as another glance. Bruce's hands feel to his side with a slap as his shoulders sagged in defeat.

...

Bruce nervously paced the lab, desperate to tell someone his horrifying discovery. The click of the door made his head snap up, a smile of relief spreading his on lips at the sight of Nat.

"Nat, finally." He sighed, walking towards the scowling girl.

"What did you need to tell me Bruce? You sounded pretty urgent when you called." She pressed, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a brow. His smile faulted, his gaze dropping to his hands where he fondled with a biro pen.

"I- uh. I made a... discovery about y/n." Bruce confessed, finally meeting Nat's eyes.

"Go on.." Nat prompted. Bruce took a deep breath, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. "Bruce-" she started.

"Y/n isn't entirely human-"

"Well we knew that much."

"It's what she is, that's shocking. Looking threw all her blood tests and whatnot - it's showing she has an ability to manipulate minds when she s-sings. It's like a certain note her voice forms that can control the minds of people around her."

"So what is she?"

"I don't know, there's not really a name-"

"A siren. She's a siren." A third voice joined the room, and both the avengers' heads snapped round to the direction it came from. In the door stood Steve, shoulder leant against the frame and ankles crossed.

"Who's watching y/n?" Nat asked.

"Clint. Anyway, my father - he used to read me a story when I was a kid. The Odyssey, I believe it was called. It was a Greek myth about a bewitching girl who lured saloons in with her voice so she could feed off them." Steve continued, pushing himself off the door frame and walking further into the room.

"There's no way that's real, though." Nat dismissed, frowning heavily at his words.

"No, no. He has a point - I mean, look at Steve. Look at me." Bruce said, gesturing to himself and Steve. "We shouldn't be possible, but science does some crazy things. Y/n was with HYDRA, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Well, what if they did this to her. We know she was taken when she was young, so what if they did so to experiment on her?"

"I should go talk to her, you know - girl on girl. She seems to like me, maybe she knows what she is and she might open up to me, if I ask nicely." Nat suggests, walking out the room when she was met with no protests from the two men.

"There's something else I should mention." Bruce started fidgeting again, which man Steve's brown knit together.

"What is it, Bruce?" The super-soldier prompted. Bruce continued to fidget, not looking up from him hands as he spoke.

"Are you aware Tony used to have daughter?" Bruce asked sheepishly.

"Tony had a daughter?" Steve said, brows now raised with genuine shock. He knew of Tony's...escapades from before he was with Pepper, but he couldn't see Tony as the type to actually keep a child from just a one-night stand.

"She was adopted, some kid he found on the streets with no parents. So he took her in, raised her and then she just disappeared. Many people have forgotten she existed, and those that remember her are all under the impression that she is dead. I thought so too, until..." Bruce paused, flipping through some papers on his clipboard until he found what he was looking for. "Until this." He finished, handing the board over to Steve.

In Steve's hands was proof that matched y/n's DNA to that of Tony's adopted daughter.

"Well that explains the name, and her hesitation to tell us who she really is." Steve frowned, eyes scanning over the paper repeatedly. Bruce hummed in agreement, taking the clipboard back from Steve when he held it out for Bruce to take. "Do we tell Tony?" Steve asked after a moment.

"He doesn't want to know, I've tried telling him but he doesn't care." Bruce told Steve and Steve pressed his lips together as he thought. "I do think we should wake her up though. If she's Tony's daughter there can't be anything that's more dangerous about her than you expect her attitude." Bruce said and Steve nodded, suppressing a laugh.

"I'll tell Nat to wake her up." Steve said as he exited the lab.

...

The steam from the shower engulfed me, my hands running through my hair and brushing out the tangles lightly. As I scrubbed the shampoo from my scalp, I hummed a small tune - thankful to be somewhere noisy enough that I wouldn't risk affecting anyone with my powers. After waking me up Nat told me to clean up and get changed before handing me a pile of clothes and telling me that she would meet me at my room in half an hour to take me to meet the rest of the team.

Shutting the water off, I slid the glass door open and my feet padded onto the thin bath-mat. The towel wrapped around me as I patted my hair dry with another one, looking over my scarred figure in the large mirror opposite me.

A large scar spanned the width of my stomach, smaller remnants of cuts littering my thighs that were joined by one larger one from where I was once stabbed. Looking at myself over my shoulder, I observed the large scars that spanned over my back, the layers fading at different degrees from their varying ages. The memory of how I got them brought tears to my eyes, which I was quick to blink away and focus back onto what I was doing.

Pulling the large sweatshirt Steve had lent me over my head, I left the large bathroom clad in a pair of leggings and some socks I borrowed from Nat. I brushed my fingers through my wet locks, detangling them. I threw the towel onto the bed in the room I had been assigned and plopped down next to it, taking my time to survey the room I barely got a look of earlier.

The door to the en-suite bathroom I just exited sat on one side of the room, accompanied by a big closet and a dressing table. A chest of draws was propped next to the king sized bed the sat in and the free corner housed a small kitchen. It had a stove, fridge-freezer, sink and a few cabinets. On the side sat a kettle, toaster, blender and some chopping boards.

A sharp knock on the door bought me back to my senses, making me perk up a little at the sound of Nat's voice.

"You feeling okay?" I nodded. "Good, well Steve and Bruce want you to meet them in conference room 4. I'll take you." She quickly added the last part in seeing my scared face.

As we walked down the halls we chatted, talking about our pasts and finding out that we were fairly similar - we were both forced into the bad things we did, we both found a way to redeem ourselves, neither of us have ever had a boyfriend and we both love chicken noodle soup.

"Well, this is it." She announced, pointing at a door to our left. I nodded, going to open the door before pausing and turning around.

"Thank you. For taking me with you, for giving me this chance, for hiding me from HYDRA - thank you, really." I spoke softly, giving her the friendliest smile I could muster.

"No problem. I couldn't live with myself if I knew we could've helped you. Everyone deserves a second chance."

"I genuinely can't thank you enough - you saved me." I said, quickly swiping away the threatening tears with the heels of my hands.

"I was nice meeting you, y/n."

"You too." And with the last words said, I pushed the door open, walking into the room and being instantly greeted by Bruce and Steve.

"Hey, y/n, why don't you take a seat and we'll get the introductions out the way?" Bruce suggested and I nodded shyly. I took a seat next to Steve, who appeared to shuffle slightly away from me but I couldn't be sure.

"So, another midgardian?" a bulky man with shoulder length blonde hair and a red cape clipped to his shoulders broke the silence. He was clearly the God I'd been hearing about - I mean how much more of a costume does he need to look like Thor?

"Yes, we think so." Bruce confirmed. I frowned at this. Midgardian? What the hell was a midgardian?

"We think she's been tampered with, like me," Steve elaborated, "but as far as we know, she is of this earth." Steve spoke and Thor nodded. "We are keeping her safe from HYDRA." Steve said to break the silence as they all stared at me with funny looks. I kept my eyes cast down now, cheeks hot with embarrassment after feeling so many eyes on me at once.

"Does she-" I interjected the second I heard another voice. I stood abruptly, pushing me seat back and wincing at the screeching noise it made before resuming my angry face. I slammed my hand down the table as I stood, catching the attention of everyone sat at the table.

"If even one more of you refers to me as 'she' rather than just fucking talking directly to me I am going to end up sirening one of your asses!" I demanded, seething with anger. A grin broke out on Thor's face.

"Atta girl, I like this one already!" He laughed and I sat down again, smiling contented ay his compliment.

"She's got Tony's patience, all right." Another man remarked with a smirk. Steve simply rolled his eyes as common menus about my attitude were thrown around the room. Finally, someone addressed me. It was a woman with Blonde hair and kind eyes. She looked motherly.

"Hey, I'm pepper." She smiled kindly and I quickly reciprocated it. They went around the table - the man who had commented about my patience was called Clint, the blonde man was was indeed called Thor and obviously I'd already met Bruce and Steve.

"I'm y/n." I returned and she repeated my name in her beautiful voice, almost as if she was testing how I'd felt in her mouth.

"Y/n. A stunning name for a stunning lady." Thor commented, boyish grin still in place and I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Oh, cut it out big guy - you're like, a billion times her age." A voice came from the door and we all turned to find out who it was.

"Tony. I wasn't aware you'd be joining us." Steve said in a monotone voice and Tony gave him a tight smile.

"You don't get everything your way, Capsicle. Now, who's this?" Tony said, stuffing a mouthful of blueberries in his mouth before stuffing the bag of food in his back pocket and motioning to me with a nod.

"Tony, this is y/n," Bruce said moving out the way from where he was standing so Tony could see my face. The man's eyes widened instantly as the recognition sank in. "Y/n Stark."

#smut #captain america #winter soldier #winter solider fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve x bucky #steve roger fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve Rogers image #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #marvel fanfic #marvel smut #marvel

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your-world-with-nct · 4 years ago

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— @doyoungcore ty for the inspiration for this post joyce 🥺 consider this a very belated bday present hehe (also apologies for the late post, i hope this longer blurb makes up for it 🙈)

💌 • 4:56pm

browsing the clothing racks for items that caught your eye, you sighed as you checked the price tag of the pair of jeans you’d been considering getting for a while, groaning at the fact that it hadn’t gone on sale yet.

you dragged your feet to the next aisle, looking down at your worn-out sneakers and heading for the shoe section instead, immediately spotting some reasonably-priced stylish boots along with your favourite shoe brand’s name splashed above the display.

“hey, excuse me, hi, do you have a minute?” you would be lying if you said that the man standing in front of you panting and swiping at his forehead wasn’t the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on, your throat drying up at his unbelievable looks.

“oh, me? yeah, i have a minute, are you okay?” you questioned why this man who could pass off as a model was acting as desperate as those people in the town centre who passed out flyers that nobody ever paid attention too, pausing to take in his breathtaking physique.

“i’m so sorry to bother you, but my name is doyoung, and my ex is here with her new boyfriend. i was wondering if you could just pose as my partner for a bit, y’know, until she’s gone,” stranger!doyoung nervously smiled at you, his eyes flitting all over as, you assumed, he was searching for his ex, “if i’m interrupting your shopping, i-i’ll go but, i, i just don’t wanna look pathetic in front of her.”

the request shocked you, but there was a small voice in your head that wanted to go along with it. not only because you felt sorry for doyoung and you didn’t want him to embarrass himself in front of his ex, but also the fact this gorgeous boy thought that you were believable enough to be, well, in his league and dating him, inflated your ego and you had to repay him for doing wonders with your confidence.

“no, no, that’s fine, doyoung! i’m y/n, by the way, and don’t worry, you’re not really interrupting anything,” you grinned at him, trying not to scream when an adorable gummy smile appeared on his face, “just do what you need to do, i’ll go with it.”

contrary to your statement, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face when doyoung went straight for your hand and interlocked your fingers, leading you to those shoes you’d been eyeing, while gazing at you with his twilight orbs, “how about those, babe? i remember you saying you needed more shoes to go with those pants you bought last week.”

considering how jittery doyoung was when he approached you, you were beyond amazed by how easily he transformed into an endearing ‘boyfriend’, helping you reach shoes on higher shelves and asking employees for your size, all whilst making light-hearted conversation with you and calling you the cutest nicknames.

within a few minutes, you were immersed in your role, completely embracing doyoung’s kindness, and even forgetting that it was all an act at times, especially when he tidied away the shoes you didn’t want and wordlessly handed your sneakers back to you, as if it was his silent way of showing affection.

except… it wasn’t; he was just trying to save himself from embarrassment and it meant absolutely nothing to him, whilst, you, on the other hand, basked in the undeserved attention he gave you. the feeling of being cared for was so unfamiliar to you that the slightest acts of service from a handsome stranger had you melting.

it had been almost ten minutes since you were parading around as doyoung’s lover, yet you still hadn’t seen his dreaded ex nor her new boyfriend. seeing as he was currently too focused on picking out his own shoes, you examined the adjacent aisles, looking in all directions just to find that there was quite literally no other couple in sight. either his ex had already left the store, or doyoung was the smoothest man you had ever met.

the new discovery had your brain running at a hundred miles per hour, eventually deciding to keep playing along with doyoung’s little game, you know, have a little fun before you went back to being single and lonely.

“hey, doie, not to alarm you, but i see a couple on their way over here,” you whispered in his ear, coming up behind him as he was returning a shoe box to its rightful place on the shelf, “is that your ex over there?”

doyoung didn’t know if it was your statement or the close proximity that had his heart racing, clearing his throat in an attempt to soothe his erratic pulse, “oh, is it? i-i don’t wanna risk checking though, let’s just–”

taking a page out of the romcom protagonist book, you smirked as you stepped closer to the blushing boy, forcing him to take a step backward against a wall of branded trainers, cocking your eyebrow when you noticed the coral shade spreading across his face, “let’s just stay like this for a bit, i’m sure she’ll hate seeing her ex like this with someone else, huh?”

the confidence oozing out of you had doyoung in mental shambles - when he tried the elaborate pick-up ploy on an unsuspecting you, he didn’t think it would go this well, and now he felt obliged to tell you the truth, although that would mean he was risking rejection and, judging from what he learned about your personality in the past fifteen minutes, possibly an emotional response.

however, it occurred to him that, if he played his cards right, he could walk away today with your number, and a date at the cafè his best friend owned, all he had to do was not to react, which was proving a difficult task right now as he felt your hand on his waist and your breath ghosting on his collarbone.

“okay, okay, fine, there is no ex!” doyoung blurted out, not being able to last any longer with your intense gaze on him, “i-i made it up as an excuse to try and talk to you because, well…”

“because what?” you sat down on one of the small sofas to give doyoung some space, scattered with abandoned shoes that had no pair.

your nonchalant reaction had him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, brushing off his bewilderment to answer your question, “i just, i thought you were really pretty and i wanted to talk to you. how was i supposed to know you would go along with, all that, so quickly and easily?”

doyoung couldn’t explain the relief he felt when you began giggling, as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“it was easy enough to pretend, when you’re probably the most likeable person i’ve ever met,” you chuckled, the shyness from before evaporating the longer you stared at doyoung’s beauty, “since you basically tricked me into hanging out with you, how about we actually go do something? y’know, where you don’t have lie to me about what we’re doing?”

“wait, really?” doyoung’s eyes widened, surprised that you still wanted anything to do with him.

“yes, now, let me pay for these and we can head to your friend’s cafè down the road. unless that was a lie too?” you both broke out into wide grins, as you took his hand and led him to the counter, whilst he balanced your purchases in his arms.

you couldn’t explain where that courage cane from, nor why a mere twenty minutes with a stranger made you feel more content than ever; but meeting doyoung was like listening to a song for the first time and immediately knowing it would be your favourite.

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goldenvicious · 2 years ago

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Enter: BroBro, Princess, and Pigeon/Evo: Einstein/Vs: Team Yell Grunts

After Hop left, I wanted to go back to Wedgehurst since I only had 5 potions. When I arrived, a nearby conductor announced that the train to the Isle of Armor has arrived, and asked for everyone with an Armor Pass to board the train. I checked my bag and found that I had both an Armor Pass and a Crown Pass. I don't remember purchasing these, when did I get those?

I ignored my thoughts and went to talk to the conductor. He was talking to a tall, skinny guy with a large hat, bright colored clothing and floating pokeballs. While they were talking, a Slowpoke walked into the station. But this one is different from the ones I've seen in Alola, its forehead and the tip of its tail are yellow. I got close to the little guy and looked at him. The conductor asked me to catch him, so I engaged in a battle with the slowpoke. After a couple of hits back and forth and a few failed captures, I caught it in a Pokeball. I decided to name her BroBro, since I know Slowpoke evolve into Slowbro. Even if it looks a little different, I'm sure the evolution is the same.

After capturing BroBro, the tall hat man complimented me on capturing Slowpoke. The conductor chimed in with approval of the stranger's Armor Pass and asked him to board the train. As he was on his way, he explain that the Isle of Armor is a nearby Island with Pokemon that aren't normally in Galar. With that, he left.

I bought a couple of potions and Pokeballs and went back to the Wild Area Station. As i was leaving the station, the lady at the door gifted me 5 Poke Dolls in case i get chased by a powerful Pokemon.

Looking out into the fields of the Wild area, the place looked beautiful. I saw Hop at the gates waiting for me. We both looked of and saw the city of Motostoke up ahead of us. Sonia appears from behind and Hop spots her. Sonia complains about her grandma telling her she has no life. But she told us to ignore her rambling and asked us about the Pokemon from the woods. She wants to know more so she can make a huge discovery and get approval from Magnolia. Sheesh...

After some talking, Hop went off to "stick his head in as many raid dens as possible." After Hop left, Sonia gifted me the Pokemon Box Link, letting me access the PC from anywhere. That is really useful! Now is the start if my Real Adventure.

(Character Break: This is how I'll deal with the Wild Area. There are a total of 16 different areas in the Wild area, so I'll choose 2 areas to get encounters from before every gym. 8x2=16, so it makes sense to me. There's also going to be the Isle of Armor, but I'll only go there after i get my 1st badge. The Crown Tundra is going to be Postgame, so I'll go hog wild on encounters.)

The 1st area i wandered into was the Rolling Fields. While wandering in the nearby Grass, i was met with a little Bounsweet. I remember having a Steenee back in Alola named Queen, so I decided to capture Bounsweet and name her Princess.

(Character Break 2: I'm thinking of using Raid Dens as either encounters or gring areas for TRs, exp candy, and Dynamax candies. If the area's Raid den has a purple beam and the pokemon is one I like, that'll be my encounter for the area. Regular Dens are only for items.)

Looking at the map I had, i was going to head to East Lake Axewell, but I saw a nearby Raid Den with a purple beam at the edge of the Rolling Fields. I go to it and look inside, with the only information being that it's a bug type. I decide to take Goldeneye with me, and challenge the raid.

When I enter the raid, the pokemon turned out to be a Shrlmet. I look to my sides and see 3 other trainers. They were Lass Ivy with a Weavile, Youngster William with a Mudbray, and Businessman Dean with a Throh. I decide to Dynamax Goldeneye and go for a Max Geyser, but Weavile hits first with an Assurance. Shelmet hits Goldeneye with a Max Overgrowth , dealing over half hp. Throh misses his Mega Punch, but Mudbray lands a Rock Tomb, lowering the speed. Next, I used Max Guard to protect myself. Assurance was used again, and Shelmet used Struggle Bug, hitting everyone else hard. Throh's mega punch and Mudbray's Rock Tomb landed. 3rd turn, Assurance and Max Geyser. Shelmate used Max overgrowth again, but targeted Mudbray, KOing it. Mega Punch Landed. This went on for a few turns, but we ended up victorious in the end, with the prize being 7 Extra Small Exp. Candies, 2 Small Exp. Candies, 2 Dynamax Candies, 1 Lum Berry, 1 Kelpsy Berry, and one TR for X-Scissor. After that, I headed Forward to East Lake Axewell.

While in the grass, I encountered a little bird known as Pidove. She was small and cute, so I caught her and named her Pigeon. After catching 2 Pokemon, I decide to stay for a bit and level up my team till everyone is level 10.

Once Einstein hit Level 10, he started evolving! Congratulations! Your Einstein evolved into Dottler! The next 3 moves he learned were Confusion, Reflect, and Light Screen.

Once everyone was up to par, I header to Motostoke (after collecting and using Watts from the dens to buy Net Balls). While entering the city, I get called on by Sonia. She calls me over to the Pokemon center for something special. She tells me about the Rotomi and how I can make my league card with it, so I decide to make mine. I also heal my Pokemon and buy 10 Heal Balls, I like the color and its effect.

When I leave the Center, Sonia is there waiting for me. She asks me if I remember WHY I'm in Motostoke. I do, it's for the Gym Challenge! More specifically, to participate in the Opening Ceremony...tomorrow. She shows me the directions on where to go to register fir the challenge and lets me explore the town until then. I look around and decide to shop at the clothing store and cut my hair.

While on my way to the stadium, I encounter Leon. Somehow, despite the huge makeover, he still recognized me. He may be bad at directions, but he sure can remember people. He thinks i look like a proper trainer and gives me a Mystic Water. He tells me where the stadium is, but points at the wrong direction. As I go up the lift, I see Hop at the stadium doors. He greets me walks with me inside.

The moment we entered, it was filled with other gym challengers, both young and old. When we approached the desk, some grandma looking person bumped Hop on their way out. The man at the desk asked for our endorsements, and when we presented ours, he was surprised that we both were endorsed by the champion. After being signed up, he asked us what our League Uniform Number should be.

"69."

"No."

"420."

"No."

"666?"

"Son of a- no."

After a bit of back and forth, I decided on the number 728, the universal Pokedex number of my first ever pokemon, Popplio. After we were set, we were told that all challengers are to stay in the nextdoor Budew Drop Inn. Hop immediately booked for the inn, leaving me behind. What a guy, ey? I leave and am guided by a League Worker to the Budew Drop Inn to stay for the night.

When I enter the Inn, I'm met with Sonia inspecting a statue in the middle if the Lobby. She wants to do more research on the Pokemon from the woods, so she figured to start researching the legends of the region. The statue in the lobby is one of the hero who once saved Galar from an event known as the "Darkest Day", where gigantic pokemon assaulted the region and the sky was pitch black. The person depicted in the statue was the one who saved the region with a Sword and Shield. After the discussion of the Legend, we decided it's tim to clock out fir the night.

Unfortunately, at the desk was a bunch of folk, who called themselves Team Yell, blocking the desk. They wouldn't move, so I challenged them to a battle. They explained their motive: they want to support one specific trainer.

You are challenged by the Team Yell Grunt!

He starts of with a Zigzagoon, but this one looks different. He has black and white fur, with red eyes. I send out Alvin to fight. He hits with a Tackle and i use Tail Whip. We than trade Tackles, with mine dealing over half hp. One final tackle takes out the Zigzagoon. I won $720.

After one grunt's defeat, he calls for others to fight me. Another one, a girl this time, steps up to the plate.

You are challenged by the Team Yell Grunt!

This time, she sends out a Nickit. I decide to use Stuff Cheeks, a move I learned while Grinding. Nickit uses a Quick Attack first however. Fortunately, the Oran Berry/Cheek Pouch combo heals up to full. We than trade tail whips and Tackles/Quick Attacks, with me being the victor. Another $720 in the bag.

Hop approached, seeing the battles going on. He decides to make the next battle a 2v2.

You are challenged by the Team Yell Grunt and the Team Yell Grunt! (ft. Hop)

The 2 opposing grunts send out Zigzagoon and Nickit, while I send out Alvin and Hop sends out Wooloo. I am hit with a Quick Attack, Wooloo uses Growl, Zigzagoon hits both of us with Snarl, and I use Tail Whip. Hop and I double into Zigzagoon, KOing it, while Hop is hit with Quick attack and I'm hit with Snarl. Next turn, Wooloo tackles, Nickit Tail Whips, and Alvin tackles. We beat both grunts and receive $1,440.

After our battles, a girl in all black approached from behind. Team Yell immediately got nervous and tried covering up what happened and also revealed the girl's name: Marnie. I guess that's who they wanted to cheer on. She apologized to Hop and I for them causing a lot of problems and sent Yell back home.

After they left, we decided to check in to our room to stay the night.

Tomorrow is gonna be one hell of a day.

#nuzlocke #pokemon shield #galarian slowbro #pokemon wild area #bounsweet #pidove #dottler #team yell #pokemon marnie #long post

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