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confiaenanaa · 3 months ago

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Hello,how are you? I saw your post asking for fic ideas so here's one I hope you like it

Assistant reader who has worked with Eminem since the beginning of his career, the public and his kids love her, the kids always goes to her for advice and see her as part of the family . Marshall admires her and her relationship with his kids, He has always been attracted to her, but he respects her a lot and thinks she can find someone better, They are very close and know each other like no one else. They have fight a few times but she would always go to him and put some sense into his head and they would make up. Maybe she could have an accident or become very ill and end up in the hospital, he is terrified at the prospect of losing her. They get so stressed about the situation that they have a very serious fight, he says a lot of shit and she sends him away. A few days pass and they don't talk to each other, he didn't want to apologize and decided to wait until she came back and fix the things like she always did, but the things he said during the fight really hurt her and she decided to resign from her assistant position, she sent an email with the details of her contract termination.

You decide what happens next.

PS: I really loved your writing, sorry for the long request, I like to detail things, if you don't like the idea or don't feel comfortable writing this you can completely ignore it please.

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my assistant - eminem

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

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synopsis: Y/N is Marshall's assistant. They're close and best friends until something goes wrong in her life...

A/N: hi! I know it's been a while, i've been super stressed with finals and stuff but i'm finally back on track and I wrote this. there's more to come since I have a ton of requests to have fun with! hope you enjoy this one. and i'm so glad to hear you liked my writing!

-Marsh!

-What?!

-Dre’s on the phone for you! Something about needing you to re-record something!

Marshall groaned from his office. Y/N giggled at his antics, he really could be a grump at times. She continued to put away files and work on his busy schedule, something she’d done every day for years.

Y/N had been Marshall’s assistant since what felt like forever, and it sort of was. Ever since his career took off, she’d been by his side. She did her job well, and never gave anyone on the team any reason to doubt her abilities. Not to mention she was always the go-to for advice. Marshall was always asking for advice; situations big or small, his mind always went to call Y/N. And his kids did the same. And his friends. And his team.

The public always wondered about their relationship, about what happened behind closed doors. “She and I are just close friends. That’s all.” And truthfully, that was all there was to it. They were friends. Though he’d often find himself wondering and daydreaming about what it’d feel like if they were more, he always stopped himself before it could get any deeper. He knew she deserved better. She was smart, kind, and hilarious. Surely, she’d find another man more attractive and muscular and smarter and funnier. Surely, she wouldn’t want a man like him. But, in actuality, they were both stuck in a cycle of feeling this way. She felt he deserved someone who related to him more. Someone prettier, someone more famous. Why would he want an accountant when he could easily have a bombshell?

Everyone around them knew how they felt about each other, except, apparently, them. They knew each other inside and out. Marshall knew all of her nervous tics; like her lip biting, finger picking, leg bouncing, pen tapping, and arm crossing. And, in return, she knew all of his icks; loud chewing, gum popping, loud singing, loud speaking, fingernail tapping, and slurping. They could read one another like books, unless, of course, it came to romance.

Y/N had been to enough family dinners at his house to know this. She was basically a Mathers herself. She became a Mathers when Hailie got her first period and Marshall had no clue on what to do. When she told him what to buy at the supermarket while she washed Hailie’s bed sheets and clothes. When she helped Hailie with her first breakup. And she became a Mathers when Marshall started his journey with sobriety and she was with him the whole time. Marshall admired her greatly. He admired her bravery and courage, her kindness and empathy, her ambition and perseverance, it seemed like everything life threw at her, she could easily push past it. He respected her a lot. He also respected how much a perfectionist she was. She made sure her nails were properly painted and if not they looked well groomed; cuticles always cut, nails long and strong, filed to perfection. Her hair was done meticulously, clearly also well taken care of. Her skin had a light glow to it. Marshall admired this for years. He admired and respected every aspect about her, she was like family to him.

However, like friends and family do, there were always a few quarrels. When Y/N was on her period and already in a sour mood, and Marshall decided that would be a good day to be a brat and complain about everything. Y/N adored him, but he could be really childish at times. He whined one too many times and she’d snapped at him. It escalated into an argument that Dre had to promptly break up. Or when Marshall was upset because he had writer's block and Y/N asked if it was really that hard to write a song. He snapped at her too. But, in the end, they always made up. In all honesty, it was usually Y/N that would fix things. She’d go over to him and no matter who was right or wrong, she’d say it was silly and smack him upside the head for staying upset.

The symptoms started mild. A bit of dizziness and fatigue. Walking up the stairs got harder, standing up suddenly quickly became a threat. Marshall and the others had noticed it, but decided not to mention anything. Health business is private business. Then, she started getting weaker. She was fatigued after just walking from the office back to her desk. She got pale. She no longer had that glow to her. Hailie asked Marshall what was wrong, but even he didn’t know.

She was always short of breath. When she talked, she occasionally slurred her words. She’d stumble through the hallway, just trying to make it back to her desk. This went on for months. In the beginning, Marshall took the pallor and fatigue as stress and exhaustion from work. He no longer complained, instead taking on some of her duties in an attempt to alleviate her. He saw nothing changed, in fact, it only worsened.

She started having heart palpitations. They became more frequent as the weeks flew by. When she’d hug her friends or set a hand down on someone’s arm, they’d notice that they were cold as ice. Her nails, something she once cared for, were now brittle. Her hair, once shiny and well put together, was now thinning and falling like a withering tree in the fall.

Almost a year had passed since the symptoms started. It was a somewhat normal day in the studio. Y/N walked in with Marshall’s weekly schedule in hand. Today, the windows weren’t coated with curtains like they usually were. Today, Marshall saw Y/N in the natural light. He noticed how pale she’d become. How her hair was now messy and thinned. How she looked almost malnourished.

He loved her the same, but he was concerned. He asked her to sit beside him on the couch, looking towards the others in the studio. Certainly the others had to have noticed her dire state. She sat carefully, moving slowly in an attempt to not exhaust herself too much. Her eyes darted around the room in confusion. Why was everyone looking at her like that?

She sat there for a while, when she realized she needed to finish a document for Paul.

-Shit!

-What? What’s wrong?

-I need to finish that paper for Paul. I’ll see you guys later.

Y/N stood up madly. Suddenly, she felt her body numb slightly and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She felt dizzy and everything around her felt surreal. She attempted to take a step forward, but instead, her entire body fell forward. Next thing she knew, it all went black.

Marshall saw her stand up. She looked like she was going to hurl. She fell forward and with a thud, she hit the carpeted floor. Everyone in the room ran to her. There was a bustle of voices. Pandemonium broke out. Someone called an ambulance. Marshall couldn’t remember much, but what he did know was that now he was sitting in a hospital lobby. Awaiting any news about his best friend.

The realization settled in. The panic came along with it. He realized that his best friend (and sort of the love of his life) was in a hospital bed right now, unsure of whether or not she’ll make it out of here. He knew he couldn’t lose her.

-It’s anemia. Her case was pretty severe, since it was left untreated for 11 months. She had an iron deficiency, most likely from not eating properly. It could’ve become deadly if she’d left it untreated for too long.

-Anemia?

Marshall couldn’t believe it. All of the signs were there and he never did anything about it. As soon as they let him know she was conscious, he ran into the room. He saw her in the bed and felt a wave of emotions. He felt sad knowing that she was hurting, he felt happy that she was okay, and he felt rage that she let this get that bad and that he hadn’t noticed.

-Hey, Marsh.

-Hey. Did you know you had anemia?

-Wow. Straight to the point. Um, not specifically but, like, I knew there was something wrong.

Marshall started to become upset. How was she so casual about this? If anemia is left untreated, it can result in death.

-And you didn’t do anything about it?

-Well, no. I didn’t expect anything serious?

-The doctor told me that you could’ve died if you didn’t treat it. And he said it was because you weren’t eating. Why weren’t you eating?

-Look, Marsh, I just assumed that it would go away after a while. I didn’t even notice it had gotten that bad. And I mean, I haven’t really had an appetite. I’ve been working a lot and I just think I was stressed.

-Well, you should’ve told me you were feeling overworked! I could’ve helped you! You could’ve died Y/N! Doesn’t that go through your head!

-I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was that deep!

-Yeah? Well it was. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I came here thinking you got some crazy disease. I was so worried.

-I can’t control my appetite Marsh. And you didn’t have to come.

-Yeah, well, when you’re on your deathbed, alone, you’ll wish you might’ve listened to me.

Y/N’s mouth stayed slightly ajar after that last comment. How could he say that to her? He saw the look on her face and immediately regretted it. He knew he was doing wrong. He knew that it was a terrible thing to say.

-Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-

-Get out.

-What?

-Get out, Marsh. Leave.

And leave he did. He went home that day and had a long night of processing. He concluded that he had a point, but he should’ve phrased it better; he also should have picked a better time to say it. But he didn’t want to apologize. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t find it within himself to go to her and apologize. Eventually, a week had passed. He figured that she’d come to him soon and they’d make up. However, he was proven wrong when he received an email that Paul had forwarded him that morning. The title read “My Resignation”. He began to panic, calling her and sending her countless texts.

He then called Paul, hoping it was a mistake.

-Look, man. I don’t know what you said or did to her, but it must’ve been pretty fucked up. You better go apologize to her now.

Marshall quickly hopped into his car and drove to her house. He parked his car in her driveway, seeing she was home. He knocked on the door furiously, hoping to get ahold of her. She opened the door only a few inches. Enough to see his face. She was about to close the door when he pushed it open. She stumbled back a bit.

-What the hell do you want Marsh?

-Look, Y/N, I came to apologize. I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said. I was just scared. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. Especially since you were the one in the hospital bed. When I was the one in trouble, you never did any of that shit to me. I’m so sorry Y/N.

Y/N sighed deeply. As upset as she was with him, she couldn’t stay mad. She was starting to look like her old self again, Marshall realized. She got her glow back, her hair was looking thicker; she looked like she did before. Still a little thin, but back to somewhat normal.

Y/N smiled weakly. She knew she couldn’t be mad at him forever, and this was silly. Marshall looked at her face, smiling, and he realized just how much he loved her. He looked at every feature he’d fallen in love with; her eyes, bright and curious, her lips, pretty and cute, her cheeks, slightly indented with all the smiling she does, but still beautiful. He knew he needed her, and without thinking, he leaned down and connected his lips with hers. It was passionate and sweet. The kiss contained all the words that need not be spoken. When he pulled back, she was smiling like an idiot, wide eyed.

He knew that from then on, he would love her a little harder.

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 1 year ago

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It’s hilarious how Vaggie made herself a ‘sinner’.

How that linked her up with Charlie is such a weird, round about truthful way, even when she was lying by omission about it.

And how amazingly dumb it all makes Adam and Lute look.

Thousands of helpless souls killed by her, but she didn’t do anything ‘wrong’ until she wondered if what she was doing was right. The divine powers in her life only took her wings and condemned her to hell after she doubted their orders, their idea of justice, and quietly chose not to completely follow them.

“You fucked up” they tell her “your mistake” she “left the band” “tried for a solo career". It’s so pathetic. They're so butthurt over the idea of one of their own having a mind of her own.

It’s also so funny, because they spin her simple act of whispering “Go, run. Now!” to demon kid she’d been holding at spear point like it was big defiant move- which makes it into one- even though she never challenged them openly, or threatened them.

Hell, Lute’s “You always were weak” plus exorcist Vaggie always frowning while her murder sisters all grin with glee as they kill sinners- it paints a picture of Vaggie never having been as into exterminations as she ‘should’ have been. Too weak to be a proper exorcist no matter how good at killing she was, not just “the traitor” but also “the failure”.

And she was scared of that. She didn’t want anyone seeing her spare that child, whispered her words to them in a back alley, out of sight.

She was scared of what would happen and didn’t even fight it when Lute took her eye and wings- she was scared and no threat in any tangible way, but apparently refusing to do one single murder is enough to freak Adam and Lute the fuck out.

One woman. Doesn’t do exactly what she’s told. After who knows how many decades of being one of the “top girls” at murder, a “bad bitch” named after “the best thing ever”, and they still get spooked by that tiny moment when she wasn’t under their total control. Like it's such a betrayal to them, her daring to so much as think this level of violence isn’t justified actually, and for a split second act on that thought.

It’s an instant ticket to ousting her from the exorcists AND from heaven, while they fly the fuck off again.

“If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky-”

and they do. After doing that to one of their own. They did that, to someone who was supposedly meant to be in heaven. They didn’t wait for divine justice- took it, and her eye, and her wings, and her halo, into their own hands and tore them away from her. Then happily, they spend the next three years up in heaven, slurping smoothies and doing more murder sprees.

until Vaggie comes strolling back with the princess of hell, there supporting her girlfriend and the idea that all the shit she did for so long really was and IS wrong.

oh and Adam and Lute are pisssssssed about it. They take her being there PERSONALLY, wanna solve it with VIOLENCE

She hurts them without even trying. Without even noticing they're there.

They're told to fix the princess of hell situation and they have no concept of forgiveness, of caring about sinners, so they guess (rightly) that Vaggie hasn't told Charlie about her past and bet (wrongly) that Charlie would never forgive her if she knew, and also assumed (rightly) that Vaggie would be terrified of that

But they don't get that she's scared of hurting Charlie. Of Charlie being hurt by her. It's a selfless thing. That's her whole PROBLEM.

Her running to hold Charlie after the reveal- her NOT breaking down when Charlie takes alone time in the aftermath, respecting that right up until she thinks Charlie's actively in danger- afraid FOR Charlie when the deal with Alastor is made, no crumbling that Charlie went to someone else for help, when being helpful to Charlie is basically her raison d'étre- agreeing to go alone to an overlord, after learning she can DIE and THIS OVERLORD knows how to do it- all this for the sake of Charlie's dream, their shared goal, their hotel. Their friends, resigned to despair in the hotel lobby, losing hope and maybe hours away from losing their lives

No shit she was never going to bow down to the blackmail?? It'd be like turning herself inside out. Charlie isn't just some "little hottie" or whatever, they're partners. They're in this together. Even when Charlie out loud doubts if that's true, it still is.

Lute and Adam don't GET what it means, that Charlie assumed Vaggie was a sinner already. That the thing she'd be hurt about was the lying, not the murder. She was scared of not really being loved by Vaggie- of everything else wonderful between them being a lie too, all that support and faith empty empty- she wasn't afraid of loving Vaggie, whoever Vaggie had been, she was afraid of who Vaggie might be now and that she'd never really believed in Charlie at all.

Charlie was angry at the thought that Vaggie didn't think she would've accepted her. The idea of not really being understood or trusted by Vaggie, that's what hurt.

And it goes against everything Lute and Adam are, Charlie actually caring about sinners while knowing what they've done- about an exorcist after finding out who they'd been- really trusting that people can change. Lute and Adam hear her say it and see her stand up for it and they just want her to shut up and die

again though, no shit she was going to stick with Vaggie after the truth came out, in the end. Once she had a moment to take a breath and step out of her head long enough for a reality check

Vaggie didn’t say to Charlie what she'd done or who she'd been. But she’s been and keeps doing what she can to follow that idea, unvoiced, from that day when she couldn’t kill a sinner- something Charlie didn't know about but now knows must have happened- A final death means no second chance and no worth as a person, but Vaggie didn’t think that, even before meeting Charlie she didn't think that.

She's always been on Charlie's side. They were on the same side before they ever set eyes on each other. All this time, for three whole years, and now she's off to go find a way to protect everything they've built together.

"-words are cheap, but actions, they speak the truth"

Charlie never really stopped trusting her. Maybe she wondered if she should, but even then, she had Vaggie go to Carmilla to find the key that might save them all.

"She killed an exorcist in the last extermination. She knows how they can be harmed."

"But… I- I didn't even know that was possible."

"If you did, would you have told me?"

So Charlie asked. A pretty painful thing to say- and she said it even as she sent an angel to go find out a way to hurt other angels.

She DID trust that Vaggie WOULD tell her.

The irony of all this happening thanks to Adam and Lute trying to keep it from happening, and all of it leading up to Vaggie getting back part of what they took from her, because now she doesn't need them or heaven to be an angel anymore.

Charlie has faith in her. Enough to send her off on an important mission even after Vaggie hurt her- and send her right to the person who end up helping Vaggie get back her wings.

“The rules are shades of gray when you don’t do as you say”

Vaggie’s new fucking wings are gray when Lute sees them. When Vaggie’s standing over her, sparing her life, her wings and that one, fucking unexplained stripe separating her from the other exorcists, all of it is GRAY.

That visual gut punch of, you’re. Fucking. Wrong. You’re wrong about sinners, you’re wrong about supposedly protecting heaven, you’re wrong thinking you can just DO this shit. That imagery of an angel who DIDN’T stay in the sky because she DIDN’T think being angel meant everything she did had to be right- who’s here in hell, trying to protect sinners from heaven’s slaughter-

And Lute wanted Vaggie to “correct” HER “mistake”? Vaggie’s???

That’s Lute, admitting that people in hell can get second chances and make up for what they did. Admitting that “Sinful filth” like Vaggie can be redeemed in some way, by following Lute’s version of what’s right.

But wasn’t her and Adam’s whole thing the idea of blowing your shot? Getting no other chance after it?

Oh yeah. Vaggie doesn’t believe that though. Not for sinners like her, not for angels like her.

She let’s Lute live. She does it to make Lute suffer, but there are a lot of ways to make someone suffer- an eye for an eye for example- and Vaggie chooses the one that doesn’t hurt Lute more than it has to, that leaves her alive, and leaves Lute’s suffering to be something completely of Lute’s own making (a HELL of Lute's own making, if you will) (Lute choosing to tear her OWN arm off to continue the fight-).

She's totally dismissive of the woman who was just going after her remaining eye like a dog after a bone.

Why is it that nothing Adam and Lute to do her matters?

Why don’t THEY matter to her at all?

Walking right past them, being so done with them up in heaven, not caving to the blackmail, only being worried about Charlie afterwards, not letting that crack in their relationship stop her from doing what she can for their hotel, Lute threatening to take her other eye and BLIND her just making her snark- even the vague threat to Charlie only gives Vaggie the oomf she needed to defend herself.

“Pathetic” she calls Lute. She’s right- they’re so pathetic, both them, Adam and Lute. They’re so scared of being wrong. So pissy over the idea of being less than great and perfect.

It breaks them. Adam’s last words are him having a meltdown in the face of not actually being hot shit. Where’s his respect, he wails, they should all be worshiping him! But they’re not. One of his random decedents stabs him to death because he would’ve done the same to her, and one of the last things he hears is Vaggie- the fuck up, the traitor, his former grumpy top girl Vagina- whooping with glee as he dies.

And Lute lives knowing that could’ve been her, too.

If it wasn't for Vaggie.

Being not all that didn’t break Vaggie. Finding out she was wrong got her to stop and think and change, not run straight on blindly into a fight that ends up with her (with HIM) dead.

Why does she go from terrified of Lute and Adam, to dismissive and annoyed and just all around not caring about them at all?

They gave up all her respect for them when they demanded the death of a child.

The father of humanity wanted a child killed. A helpless, whimpering kid, sacrificed to his ego and bruised pride, and for shits and giggles. His first lieutenant saw failing to do so as a sin worthy of hell. All this over a child. How could she ever take them seriously after that.

She came down from high and chased the child and held a blade over them on divine command.

Then, somehow, she saw the HORNS in her own shadow above them- even though she wasn’t WEARING her MASK, and she stopped.

She was her own messenger angel.

She chose to give the child mercy, and became the sacrifice herself.

Vaggie stuck it to the man. Didn’t steal that life. And, terrified of what would happen to her next, acted selflessly. The same thing that got her left behind in hell should have earned her place in heaven, according to Adam-

heaven was shit to her though. Made her into a soldier. Sent her to kill and kill and kill. Taught her trust on the battlefield- in heaven, of all fucking places-

Timeline wise we see her very first smile when she meets Charlie. When a stranger does- again- the bare minimum for someone else.

When she’s back up in heaven later she isn’t wistful, just angry, uncomfortable, annoyed. She isn’t happy there. It’s not home to her, like her and Charlie’s room back at the hotel is. Why should it be? What good did she ever find in herself up there?

Down here though, she's happy. Hell is where her heaven started. So I guess in the end, she did find what she’d earned after all. Or it, Charlie, found her.

When “The rules are shades of gray…”

Sometimes they’re wrong, and you have to break them.

People like Lute and Adam would rather crack under the pressure and die instead, but not Vaggie. They're out for blood. She's out for love.

Sucks to be them~

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #chaggie #speculation #silly headcanons #fans of adam and lute im sorry if this shows up in your searches- please scroll on if you don't like your blorbos being called pathetic..#repeatedly #for #several paragraphs...#hmm #anyway tldr: the irony of vaggie's history amuses me greatly #she did like the bare minimum and got fucked over so badly for it she just went Fuck It Now I KNOW You're All Assholes #amazing

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a-cross-the-universe · 2 days ago

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SHARP TONGUE

Nagumo Yoichi x f! reader

"Nagumo and the reader are barely more than acquaintances, tolerating each other only for their mutual friends—the Sakamotos. That was until Nagumo made a mistake. A big one."

Part II. Part III

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The clatter of chopsticks against ceramic filled the cozy backroom of Sakamoto’s shop. You sat across from Nagumo, arms crossed, watching him twirl his noodles with unnecessary flourish. His usual sly grin was firmly in place, an expression that made your fingers twitch with the urge to flick something at his smug face.

"You know, for someone who claims to be an assassin, you eat like a show-off," you muttered, resting your chin on your palm.

Nagumo’s brown eyes flicked up to meet yours, amusement sparking. "And for someone who claims to be indifferent to me, you sure do pay a lot of attention." He slurped his noodles obnoxiously, deliberately slow, eyes never leaving yours.

You exhaled sharply through your nose. "Don't flatter yourself, Nagumo. I'm just making an observation. You could at least eat like a normal person instead of acting like a circus act."

From his seat nearby, Sakamoto let out a low chuckle, not looking up from where he was wiping his daughter Hana’s hands clean from the mess she’d made with her meal. "You two bicker like an old married couple."

"Don't even joke about that," you and Nagumo said at the same time, snapping your heads toward Sakamoto in synchronized horror. Shin, sprawled across the counter lazily, burst into laughter.

"You guys are hilarious," he said between giggles. "Seriously, it's like watching a rom-com with extra violence."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest from being with friends was undeniable. Even if Nagumo was here. You tolerated him for the sake of Sakamoto and Shin, but some days, you wondered how they found his antics even remotely entertaining.

Nagumo leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand, mirroring your position. "Admit it, you’d be bored without me."

You scoffed, pushing his bowl an inch closer to the edge of the table just to be petty. "I’d be at peace without you."

He smirked. "Same thing, really."

Shin hummed. "You know, it wouldn't kill you guys to get along."

You and Nagumo exchanged looks. Then, in perfect sync, you both said, "It might."

Sakamoto sighed, already resigned. "Just don't break anything in the shop this time."

That was asking for a miracle.

Nagumo grinned wider, the glint in his eyes promising trouble. "No promises."

And you knew, for better or worse, your rivalry with Nagumo Yoichi wasn’t ending anytime soon.

***

The training room in Sakamoto’s shop was quieter than usual, the only sounds being the rhythmic shuffle of feet against the mats and the occasional clang of metal as your blade clashed against Nagumo’s.

Sparring with him was supposed to be practice, but somehow, it always ended up being a battle of patience instead. Not because he was stronger—though he was, annoyingly so—but because he spent more time teasing you than actually fighting.

"Your grip is too stiff," Nagumo mused, easily sidestepping your slash. "You should loosen up a little. But I guess that’s hard for someone so… tense." His smirk was infuriating.

You grit your teeth and aimed a quick strike at his side, only for him to catch your wrist with an effortless twist. His grip was firm, not painful, but enough to remind you just how much more experienced he was.

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper. "Careful, if you keep getting this flustered, I might start thinking you like me."

Your face heated—not because he was right, obviously—but because you refused to let him get the upper hand outside of combat, too. With a sharp inhale, you twisted your body and used your momentum to break free, creating space between you.

"I’d rather stab myself than like you, Nagumo," you shot back, adjusting your stance.

He chuckled, flipping his knife between his fingers effortlessly. "Oh? Sounds like someone’s in denial."

You lunged forward again, this time aiming lower, hoping to knock him off balance. But Nagumo saw through it immediately, twisting at the last second and catching your attack with ease. Before you could react, he used your own momentum to spin you around, pinning you against the wall with his blade resting lazily against your throat.

The sharp, controlled pressure made your breath hitch. He was close—too close. His golden eyes flickered with amusement as he tilted his head, as if debating his next words.

"You know," he said, voice smooth, "if you really wanted me this close, you could’ve just asked."

You almost kneed him in the stomach.

"Get off me, you insufferable flirt," you growled, shoving him back. He moved away easily, laughing, clearly entertained by your frustration.

"You’re improving, though," he admitted, twirling his knife absentmindedly. "Maybe one day you’ll even land a hit on me."

"I will land a hit on you," you huffed, rubbing your wrist where he had grabbed it earlier.

Nagumo grinned, stepping closer again, just enough to invade your space. "I look forward to it, sweetheart."

You glared at him, cheeks burning, but you knew one thing for sure—your battles with Nagumo weren’t just about skill. They were a game, and neither of you were planning to lose.

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I think that’s enough for an introduction. Please let me know what you guys think. Do you think Nagumo and Sakamoto are a little bit OOC? I don’t know.

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hopeluna-archived · 1 year ago

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drabble for bakugou pls??

Writing for bnha after a loooong time \(> <)/

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Bakugou's brow twitches slightly in annoyance. You keep on slurping your drink from the straw loudly.

"You know- I wouldn't love you if you were a worm."

Bakugou slowly turns at your statement, with a confused expression.

"Who-"

"You would be an ugly worm"

"-asked?"

The silence that stretches as both of you hold up the intense eye contact is uncomfortable and hilarious, though Bakugou doesn't think so. He can't tell if you are trying to mess with his head again, cause even though he's frowning at your stupid sentence, he can't help the twinge of hurt in his heart at the thought that you won't love him. As a worm but still.

"Well, I wouldn't love you as a worm either", a smile threatens to creep up on his face when he can no longer hear the incessant sound of the straw and can feel your stare burning into his side.

"Why....not?", you shuffle to his side with a frown, trying to meet his eyes.

"You would be an ugly worm too"

Bakugou can hardly contain his snicker as you huff and move away from him.

Another silence stretches as he notices you glance at him from time to time to gauge out if he's gonna talk. He rolls his eyes at your childishness. You prepare to throw a snide remark his way.

The blond finally laughs at your yelp in surprise as he yanks you towards his side once again, shutting you up as he wraps his arm around you.

"That's alright, I guess we could just be ugly worms together."

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airandyeah · 4 months ago

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Sweater Weather (Depressed!Gojo X Reader) Pt.3

I planned on writing this yesterday but I had a very sudden and extreme anxiety attack, and afterwards I dropped into a gross depression state, so, now I am back, sorry for the delay. The spotify playlist is here (Currently playing: From Now On We Are Enemies; Fall Out Boy) (Not adding lyrics to the text so I can write more) Series masterlist My masterlist

You hadn't seen Gojo Satoru in years. Looking at the blind folded man child now, as he drew a penis on a piece of paper to give to your best friend, you wondered what the hell went on in that empty head. "This will only serve to piss him off y'know", you tell him, watching as he folds the paper up. "Oh C'mon Y/n~ You and Nanami are just no fun!", he says it in a playful voice, a smile stretched wide, and you couldn't help but wonder why he keeps it plastered to his face. There was no reason to smile like that in this industry. You couldn't deny though, watching Nanami's face as Gojo had fun with his shenanigans was hilarious. He had just come back from dropping the note in Nanami's pocket as you both watched him take it out, you laughed behind your hand, and Gojo turned to stare at you. He liked that sound. Your laugh. "What?", you ask him. "Nothing." ~~~ "Satoru I have always felt bad for you", you speak into the mostly empty room, it only being you and Gojo himself, him drinking down some sugary cafe drink while you drank some coffee with minimal sweetener, wanting the caffeine too boost your system. "Why?", he asks, stopping slurping at his straw to look at you curiously, his uncovered eyes staring at you from across the table. "Well first off, your glow-in-the-dark eyes are shit", you start with a joke, making him pout. "But seriously, the amount of responsibility you hold, I mean, you've been Heralded as the strongest before you even had a birthday with double digits.", you speak up, leaving a solid tension after you finish your statement. "It's not all that bad", he tells you, his smile has long dropped. "It must be lonely", you say bluntly and he stares at you for a beat longer before speaking up himself. "You're a special grade too. I'm sure you also feel the pressure and the loneliness.", you sigh at his words. "I feel a lot of things. My goal with coming back is really to help the new students, they need someone to support them, you and I both know that.". ~~~ Satoru had invited you back to his place that night, he offered you some random expensive alcohol, and you accepted it. He didn't drink, he couldn't get drunk, he learned that. So he grabs a little oreo shake he pre-made from his fridge before coming to sit beside you in his living room. "You ever had a girlfriend?", you ask, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "No. Never dated. You?", he responds. "Nope.". You both sit in silence after that, taking sips of your respective drinks. "You should see a doctor, Satoru.", you break the silence. "What makes you say that?", his voice sounds like he's miles away in his own thoughts. "I see the look in your eyes, and I know you need help.", you tell him. He turns to look at you, making eye contact, "How would you know what I need? How would you know anything about it? About the look in my eyes, huh?", he almost sounded hostile. "Because when I look into your eyes, all i see is a reflection of my own.".

Taglist: @kiel-luvsripples , @asahinasstuff

Little shorter than usual, sorry.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #angst #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #x reader

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dadvans · 11 months ago

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tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tiltingheartand, thank you! from an almost finished Tommy POV

They go surfing. Well, Evan surfs, and Tommy just kind of chills from the beach and gets a nice tan. It’s fun to watch Evan show off. He’s still baby deer nervous sometimes with Tommy, like he’s relearning how to walk, or like Tommy is the proctor of a Good Bisexual test, and Evan’s trying a little too hard to pass. But on the water it all fades away as all the overthinking he does melts off him, riding down the line.

He comes out of the water goofy on endorphins after a few waves and collapses cold and wet from the ocean on Tommy, who is warm and dry on his towel, smothering him with a kiss.

“You sure you don’t want a lesson? I’ve been told I’m a very capable teacher,” Evan says, voice dripping suggestively. “Worked my way up and down a few coastlines, you know.”

Tommy likes this side of Evan when Evan lets it out. Maybe they need to go to the beach more, even if he doesn’t really care about getting in the water. “Nah, I’d be shark bait out there.”

Evan rolls his eyes and zips open his wetsuit, peeling it off so the arms hang loose at his hips. “Chances of a shark attack are less than one in three million. You have a higher chance of getting struck by lightning.”

“Should I be worried about you then?” One of the first things Tommy learned about Evan before he really knew him was that the kid was kind of a disaster magnet. What’s the probability of being bitten by a shark when you’ve already been struck by lightning?

“You don’t need to worry about me, not out there anyway,” Evan says with a gentle tilt of his head toward the ocean. He’s delusional. Tommy likes him so much. “Kind of feel like you might have jinxed a second ride out today though. Wanna get lunch instead?”

They wind up at the good kind of greasy seaside bar. Tommy gets the fish tacos that came recommended, but Evan is making love to an oyster po’ boy with his mouth.

“You know,” Evan says, licking at the mayo clinging to the corner of his lips, “I totally fell for the idea of being a pick up artist when I heard about it in high school. Always tried finding new ways to get with girls. I read up on aphrodisiacs once.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Evan Buckley?” Tommy asks wryly, staring at the half-chewed fried oyster hanging out of his sandwich.

“Nah, turns out it’s all bullshit. Found that out after I took my prom date to this seafood place and ordered us a dozen raw in the half shell thinking maybe I’d get lucky. I looked up at her after slurping down three of them, and you should’ve seen the look on her face. I thought she was gonna puke.”

Tommy snorts the sip of water he was taking back out onto the bar.

“The only natural aphrodisiac I can think of that isn’t like”—Evan lifts his own beer—“or a party drug is ambergris, which is kind of like whale shit, but not really. It’s illegal in the states though.”

“Evan, I’m eating,” Tommy says, but he’s laughing.

Evan, oblivious, continues, “They say it smells like shit on its own too, but something about it has them putting it in perfumes. I can’t remember what. Can you imagine if I showed up caked in whale shit for a date though?”

Tommy looks at him and Evan stares back, smile half-knowing and all hopeful, waiting for anything Tommy is willing to give him.

Just for that, Tommy doesn’t call bullshit. He says, “You think you’re hilarious,” and Evan shrugs, happily taking another bite of his po’ boy.

tagging: @thekookster @plethoriall @marmolita @al-the-remix @rcmclachlan

#delaney writes #bucktommy #911 abc #wip

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ohno-the-sun · 8 months ago

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Ough scene from Under the Surface that I really liked but unfortunately had to cut

I'll put it here though in case others want to read

We swam through the dense kelp that covered the sea floor.

I always liked this area, small snails stuck to the leaves like sticky sea foam.

They were easy to pick at and snack on when bored.

I pulled one off now, shoving a sharp thumb into the side of the shell a decent opening presented itself.

I stuck my tongue inside to slurp up the goodies.

Sun finally caught up to me.

He was doing a twisty motion in the water this time, turning his tail side to side instead of up and down.

I told him to stop bending his tail at the middle like he always did, and he took that to stop bending his tail altogether.

I was getting kind of sick of the guy so I neglected correcting him.

And also cause he looked kind of hilarious doing that.

He twisted along the seafloor, pulling himself up like some hapless slug.

‘And– what– was the point– of bringing me– all the way out here?’

He punctuated each thought with a movement, leaving a zig zagging trail behind him as he pulled himself along the seafloor.

I snorted.

At least he was building tail muscle.

‘I’m hungry. Taking a break.’

I bit down on the hard shell, cracking off another small piece of the calcium carbonate.

It allowed me to stick my tongue in further. Don’t want to let any of this to go to waste.

There was a strange gagging sound reverberating through the water.

Looking over at Sun, he looked like he’d just swallowed something sour, eyes fixed on the snail.

‘You want some?’

He smiled politely.

‘No thanks I’m good.’

I shrugged and went back to my pickings.

Thankfully there was still a decent amount of kelp snails around here.

I was getting a little tired of rockfish, and even they hadn’t been showing up as often.

Sun sat on the sea floor, choosing a leaf to stare and pick at as it swayed with the waves.

I watched as he examined his tail. He did that often, staring at the twisting yellow and red striped pattern with such unease.

To be honest it pissed me off a little.

‘Why do you do that?’

He looked up at me.

‘Do what?’

I stopped my swimming, allowing myself to sink to the seafloor.

‘Why do you look like you’re looking at a monkfish? It’s just your tail.’

The ends of his mouth tipped down into his neck.

��What do you mean by that? I’m just– looking.’

He glanced away.

He tended to do that when he was lying.

‘You don’t like sirens do you?’

I slithered closer to him, angling my body to encircle him like a stuck fish.

His face twisted into that same expression, disgust, horror, fear–

To his credit he covered it up quickly.

‘I can’t not like sirens, I mean I’m one– and so are you.’

He still wasn’t meeting my eyes.

Something unsettled sat in my gut.

Sun had suggested we go above water again today

Familiar sourness built in the back of my throat.

#luca au #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #my writing

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xoxoladyaz · 2 years ago

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I'm Gonna Getcha Good

(Female Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Canon Divergence, Originally published on AO3)

A/N: I'm hoping to have updates for the Paramedic series and the final installment of "It Hits Different" up this weekend, but until then, enjoy part one of my series in which Stevie Harrington is just as obsessed with Eddie as he is with her!

“This is getting really sad, Harrington.”

Robin’s voice snaps Stevie out of her stupor, causing her to drop her ice cream scooper on the ground for the third time that day. Shit.

“I mean, seriously, Eddie Munson?”

“I know,” she groans, sparing one last look out into the food court. Eddie didn’t come to Starcourt all that often, but he usually parked himself next to the Jamba Juice with his friends when he did, which meant that Stephanie got to ogle him for the approximate fifteen minutes it took for him to slurp down his smoothie.

“Like, if there’s anyone out there who hates your guts more than me, it’s him,” Robin continues, disbelief coloring her words.

Stevie shut her eyes and exhaled sharply. It’s fine. She’s fine. “I know, Robin.”

“I mean, even if he was into preps, your friends made his life a living hell.” While Stevie normally enjoys listening to whatever Robin feels like rambling about – even though Robin has made it clear that she’s definitely not Stevie’s number one fan – she really, really doesn’t want to have to listen to this. “I’m just saying, maybe you should aim lower. I think Jim the janitor is looking for wife number three.”

Stevie slams her now dirty ice cream scooper into the wash bucket behind the counter with more force than she probably needed to use. Whatever, it shuts Buckley up, and when Stevie declares that she’s going to take the trash out, she doesn’t argue.

By the time Stevie is back in from her errands, Eddie and his friends are long gone.

/////

“Here.”

Stevie glances up from her packed lunch – leftover pizza for the second day in the row because she hasn’t had the energy to cook anything recently and just keeps ordering takeout – to see a sheepish looking Robin Buckley sliding a cup of USS Butterscotch across the small break table towards her.

“What is this?”

“It’s a genuine ‘I’m-sorry-for-being-a-bitch’ sundae.” Robin settles into the chair across from her, still looking a little peaky. “I, uh, definitely went a bit too far yesterday, and I made you upset and I get it, I mean, I’d be upset if someone made fun of me for who I like, and I didn’t know that you really liked him but I should have known because every time he shows up you get these big puppy dog eyes and - ”

“Robin, Robin, stop!” Stevie drops her pizza and holds up her hands. Robin cuts off and flushes bright red. “It’s okay. Really. Besides, if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s me.”

“I don’t know, Harrington,” Robin replies slowly, and there’s a glimmer in her eyes that Stevie hasn’t seen before. “You keep doing things that sort of blow my mind. I think I might even be starting to like you.”

Stevie can’t help herself from smiling, nor can she stop the snort that leaves her throat. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Do you want me to call a doctor?”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Robin rolls her eyes, but she offers her a small smile in return. “Seriously though, Eddie Munson? Like, have you ever even talked to him?”

“Honestly,” Stevie reaches for her sundae and starts digging in, “I didn’t really notice him until after I graduated.”

“Really?” Robin scoffs. “He’s kind of hard to miss.”

Stevie shrugs. “I don’t know, I didn’t really care about anyone outside of Tommy and Carol when I was friends with them, and then after Barb died I felt like I was barely able to care about myself.”

Robin doesn’t say anything, so Stevie pulls her gaze away from her quickly diminishing sundae and towards her coworker. “What?”

“Are you, I don’t know, are you okay?”

Stevie feels herself relax which, huh, she didn’t even know she was tense. “I think so. Graduating helped. Finally getting away from Tommy and Carol and Billy Hargrove helped. Deciding to go to cosmetology school helped. And the kids - ” Stevie breaks off with a fond laugh, “the kids help a lot too.”

“Huh.” Robin is still just sort of looking at her, and that glimmer in her eyes is brighter. “Well, I’m jealous you got out of there. I still have a year left.”

“Ehh, you’ll have a better senior year than I did,” Stevie shrugs again.

“Seeing as Billy Hargrove isn’t obsessed with me, yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Just break a plate on his head, that’ll fix that.”

Now Robin’s eyes are so wide, they’re practically popping out of her head. “What?!”

Stevie bursts into laughter and yeah, Stevie thinks she’s starting to like Robin Buckley.

/////

“I still don’t get it.”

It’s been nine days since Stevie’s last Eddie Munson sighting and eight days since Robin and Stevie made up over some USS Butterscotch, and this time when Eddie and his friends sprawl around their usual table, Robin joins Stevie in her watching.

“Did you have some sort of awakening after watching The Breakfast Club or something?”

Stevie frowns, but she doesn’t pull her eyes away from Eddie. “What breakfast club?”

“You haven’t seen – no, you know what, I’m not going to let you change the subject this time. Why Eddie Munson?”

Eddie throws his head back, laughing wildly, and Stevie is suddenly wildly jealous that she’s not the one sitting at the table making him laugh.

“Stevie. Dingus.” Robin jabs her in the side and Stevie hisses but it’s a success, she’s paying attention to Robin now. “Why. Eddie. Munson.”

“I just – I don’t know,” Stevie sighs, rubbing her now sore ribcage, thank you Robin Buckley. “He just so alive and outgoing and real. And I dunno, I think it’s kind of sweet that he adopts all the weird loner kids at school, and I like his curly hair and his leather jacket - ”

“Stevie.”

“ – and that weird jean jacket vest thing that he always wears, and the rings on his hands, and his hands, his hands are huge and did you know that he can play the guitar because apparently he can play the guitar, I saw his friend putting up a sign for some band that he’s in - ”

“Stevie.”

“ – and he has such pretty eyes and a gorgeous smile and God his arms, have you seen his arms when he rolls his sleeves up - ”

“STEVIE.”

“ – and I want to drink smoothies with him and go to the movies with him and make out in his crappy van with him and then take him home and tie him to my - ”

“STEVIE!” Robin shrieks, smacking her hand across Stevie’s mouth, and it’s loud enough to draw the attention of the sophomores passing by the shop. Robin waves along with her other hand, and they shoot the pair weird looks, but they move past.

“First of all,” Robin finally says as she drops her hands from Stevie’s mouth, “never talk to me about the disgusting sex you want to have with Eddie Munson ever again, I will have literal nightmares about what you told me.”

“But - ”

“NIGHTMARES, Harrington! And second of all, Christ, I knew you had it bad, but I didn’t know you had it that bad.”

Stevie can feel herself blushing bright, bright red. “No I don’t.”

Robin just blinks at her. “Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“So you’d be able to talk to him like a normal person then?”

Stevie nods even though on the inside she is screaming NO NOPE NO WAY ABSOLUTELY NOT.

“Great, because he’s coming in here.”

Apparently her flight instincts don’t kick in when fighting interdimensional monsters, but they do kick in when Eddie Munson is within talking distance, because she’s dropping onto the floor and crawling underneath the counter before she can realize that’s precisely what she’s doing.

“Uh huh. Totally normal.” Stevie glances up at Robin and yep, Robin looks about as unimpressed as her tone. “I lied, by the way. He and his friends just left the food court.”

“Blergh.” Stevie knocks her head back against the counter and sighs. Robin shows her mercy, though, and lets her sit there and recover for five minutes until the kids come charging in, wanting Stevie to let them sneak into another movie which she does because she’s a pushover. Worrying about the kids is enough to get Eddie Munson off her mind, at least for now.

/////

If cosmetology school doesn’t end up working out, maybe Stevie should join the secret service or something because hey, she’s really good at surviving Russian torture. She can almost imagine the look on her father’s face if she added that to the resumé he continuously tailors on her behalf. Suck it, Dad.

(She might be a little high still.)

“I’d be a great secret agent,” she tells Robin, although Robin is still puking her guts up in the toilet next to her and probably isn’t listening. “Like James Bond. And Henderson could be Q!”

“Ugh,” Robin finally moans, “how do you know James Bond characters well enough to name them?”

“Uh, because my dad is obsessed with the movies, they’re, like, the only thing he watches when he’s home.”

“That sounds awful.”

“Ehh, Sean Connery is sort of hot. I like his accent.”

Robin makes a fake retching sound. “That is the worst thing you’ve ever said, ever.”

“Oh come on, are you telling me Connery doesn’t do it for you at least a little bit?”

“First of all,” Robin snorts, “he’s old enough to be my father, and second of all no, he doesn’t do it for me. I’m more of a Honey Ryder girl,” Robin sighs out, and then she falls quiet, too quiet.

Oh.

“Well,” Stevie starts slowly, because she only has one shot at this, “your opinion is definitely wrong, because Solitaire is obviously the better choice.”

Robin sputters, and then she’s laughing, and Stevie tucks and rolls underneath the stall until she’s sitting across from Robin, and then they’re both laughing.

“Are you seriously arguing with the lesbian, dingus? Honey Ryder in that bikini is so fucking hot!”

“Uh, yeah, but she’s no Jane fucking Seymour, Robin!”

/////

Russian torture definitely sucks, but Stevie emerges on the other side with Robin Buckley as a best friend, and for Robin? She’d be tortured by a million Russians.

She’s really glad Robin is there in the aftermath. She’s a good distraction, goading Stevie into more arguments about James Bond and Bond girls and other movies when they finally run out of Bond films to talk about, and having Robin’s voice fill up the silence helps, especially on those nights when she can’t fall asleep without seeing Billy Hargrove’s corpse, or seeing the look on El’s face when she finds out that the chief isn’t coming back this time.

She doesn’t miss the mall. She doesn’t miss Scoops and its shitty customers and its even shittier uniform. She doesn’t miss Robin, because they’re working at Family Video together every day now. But in those moments where she lets herself not feel guilty for missing anything at the mall – which are few and far between, because everything has been tainted by Russians and by death – she lets herself miss the time she spent watching Eddie Munson from afar.

But then one day, Dustin Henderson walks into Family Video wearing a familiar baseball-styled tee, emblazoned with a large demon, and suddenly her days of watching Eddie Munson from afar are back, and it’s all going to be totally fine.

/////

It is not totally fine.

It is not totally fine, because now that Dustin and Mike and Lucas are in Eddie’s little club, they will not stop talking about it. More specifically, they will not stop talking about Eddie, and how cool he is, and how awesome his hair is, and did you know he’s in a band and he can play the guitar, Stevie, why don’t you play the guitarand he listens to metal music and it’s the coolest shit ever, stop telling me not to swear Stevie, you’re not my mom and Eddie’s really smart, actually, he’s just too smart for the school system and Eddie just wrote the most incredible campaign Stevie, you should have been there, and Stevie is about three seconds away from pulling her perfectly coiffed hair out of her head.

“Is this revenge?” Stevie moans, her face buried in the pile of recent returns.

“Yes, and it is so, so sweet,” Robin sings happily from behind her.

“ – was actually a lich the entire time – are you even listening?” Henderson’s outraged voice squawks from across the counter. Stevie sighs and forces herself to look over at him.

“Yeah, yeah, something about a barhop – ”

“Barkeep - ”

“ – and it turns out he was a witch the whole time?”

“ – a lich, Stevie, a lich – God, why am I even trying? Eddie was right, he said you’d never be able to appreciate the intricate world of D&D!”

Stevie feels herself gape at Dustin, because not only is apparently Dustin Henderson talking with Eddie about her, Eddie apparently doesn’t think she can appreciate D&D? Which, he’s not totally wrong, there are a lot of rules and things she doesn’t understand and she’s really bad at words, which Robin says is because she’s dyslexic, but she does actually try to understand what Dustin is talking about. It just – it makes her stomach feel icky, knowing that whatever Eddie said probably isn’t as nice as what Dustin said, and Dustin is rarely nice when he’s in one of his moods.

Robin, bless her, is apparently offended on Stevie’s behalf, and so she steps up to the plate when it becomes clear that Stevie is speechless. “Please tell Munson that he can judge other people’s capacity for decoding nonsense when he’s going to school full time and has an actual job.”

“And migraines,” Stevie adds in. “Lots of migraines.”

Dustin, at least, manages to look a little sheepish. “Sorry, Stevie. It’s just really exciting to be in Hellfire right now!”

“I know.” Stevie manages her best fond smile, even though she still feels unsettled on the inside. “I’m really happy for you, Henderson. So, how did you fight the lich?”

/////

The thing with Dustin Henderson is if you give him an inch, he’ll take forty-thousand miles, so now Stevie is treated to an hour-long play by play after every single Hellfire session wherein Dustin praises Eddie’s genius and how hard and intense the game is and you should really give it a chance, Stevie.

“Henderson,” Stevie finally cuts him off one Saturday morning. He’s cornered her behind the counter at Family Video after instructing Mike and Lucas to pick a good movie for once in their goddamn lives. Robin abandoned her to trail after the boys (traitor), and after twenty minutes of Dustin talking about the wondrous biology of acid frogs, Stevie’s patience is wearing thin. “I love you. You’re the son I never had.”

“You’re nineteen.”

“Exactly,” she nods, “the son I never had. But if I hear another word about the many uses of an acid toad’s bowel movements - ”

“Acid frog Stevie, weren’t you listening?!”

“ – I am going to lose my mind,” Stevie finishes calmly. (Much more calmly than the situation warranted, in her opinion.)

“This is important information, Stevie!”

“Dustin, how is this possibly important information?”

The bell above the door rings, signaling a customer has entered, but Robin greets them before Stevie gets a chance to. (Not that Dustin would give her the chance to, judging by how furrowed his brow is. He only gets that annoyed little squiggle in the center of his forehead when he’s about to launch into his most passionate speeches.)

“Because these are important things to know, Stevie!”

“Okay, Dustin, I hate to break it to you, but acid frogs aren’t real.”

Dustin snorts. “That’s not true, actually, the acid frogs of Eastern Australia are an endangered species - ”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Dustin!” Stevie throws her hands up in the air. “Your fantasy acid frogs aren’t real.”

“Don’t waste your breath, Henderson,” a nice voice speaks from behind Dustin. Dustin grins at the sound and turns to face the speaker. Stevie, meanwhile, freezes in place, a shiver running up her spine. “Such truths are wasted on the unenlightened.”

Eddie Munson strolls up to the counter, dropping his hand on Dustin’s shoulder and shooting her an icy smirk. “Well, well. If it isn’t the former Queen of Hawkins High. How does it feel to be one of the common folk, your majesty?”

A pair of snorts (coming from a pair of boys in matching Hellfire shirts whose names she can’t recall) trail Eddie’s proclamation, followed by Mike’s laughter from the back of the store. Dustin, the traitor, just shoots Stevie a smug grin.

(And look, she’s not panicking, okay? She’s not. It’s just that this is the first time that she’s ever talked to Eddie Munson, at least in recent memory, and it’s already off to kind of a bad start, and honestly he’s being kind of an asshole right now but ugh she still likes him and wants this to go well, why does she care so much about wanting this to go well?

Breathe, breaths, in, out. Robin rounds the corner and shoots her a worried look, but Stevie just shakes her head. She’s turned worse situations around. She can do this.)

“I don’t think there’s anything common about you, Munson,” Stevie replies, shifting her weight forward onto her right foot so now she’s leaning forward. “But I’m doing pretty well today. Or I was, until someone,” she glances quickly at Dustin before looking back at Eddie, “decided to spend fifteen minutes teaching me the seven best uses for acid frog excrement.”

“It was disgusting,” Robin chimes in as she joins Stevie behind the counter. “And also a little bit concerning, if I’m being totally honest. Like, that’s a lot of time to spend thinking about fake frog turds.”

Eddie blinks at them once, twice, before the smirk falls off his face and he collapses forward with a groan, removing his hand from Dustin’s shoulder so he can drop his head into it instead. “Really, Henderson? Has our kind not suffered enough?”

Dustin huffs out a breath. “It’s important information!”

“And I’m truly honored that you want to share it with me. I am,” Stevie cuts him off before he can continue. “I love our mother-son bonding time.”

“I’m not your son.”

“But I think I’ll go to your father if I have any questions about DND in the future, okay?” Stevie finishes, and she can barely stop herself from grinning, especially when she starts to hear Robin choke behind her.

Dustin just looks confused now. “My father?”

“Yep.” Stevie lets herself grin now and returns her gaze to Eddie Munson, who’s looking over at her now with a confused expression on his face. “Which reminds me, what’s the difference between wizards and sorcerers again? I can never keep it straight.”

Eddie drops his hand and gapes at her. Like, his jaw is practically on the ground. He backs up, away from the store counter and spins around once to look behind him (at his friends, who are also looking equally confused) before turning back around. “I’m sorry, are you – me?”

Stevie shifts closer to him, resting her chin on her hand so she’s gazing up at him. “I don’t see any other dungeon masters around here, do you?”

“What is happening right now,” Dustin murmurs out, and it’s not quite a question or a statement.

“Go play with your friends, Henderson, Mommy and Daddy are talking.”

“I – Mommy and Daddy?!” And now Henderson is shrieking, and Mike is poking his head out from behind the stacks to shoot them a glare, and Robin is trying really hard to cover up her laugh with her cough, and Eddie? Eddie is flushed bright red and just staring at her.

“So, yeah, wizards and sorcerers. I know there’s a difference, I can just never keep them straight. And since Dustin says you know the most about DND out of anyone, I might as well take lessons from the best, huh?”

“Oh my God. Oh my GOD!” Dustin is practically shrieking, and then Robin’s running around the counter and pulling him towards Mike and Lucas, ignoring his protesting.

“I – you – what? What?!” Now it’s Eddie’s turn to squawk.

“Also, I’m really glad you came in today. I mean, it probably was for a movie because, you know, Family Video,” Stevie waves her free hand around, “but I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this to come up.”

“An opportunity for what?” Eddie parrots back slowly.

“To flirt with you, obviously.”

“Obviously – obviously? Obviously?!”

“Yeah, obviously. I didn’t get a chance at the mall because you never came into Scoops,” and okay, she wasn’t planning on laying it all out on the line here, but Eddie’s looking increasingly like he’s two seconds away from running and she’d really prefer it if he at least believed her when he ran away, “which was annoying because our ice cream was way better than Jamba Juice anyways - ”

“What?”

“ – and the kids have been talking about you non-stop for the last three months, and it really means a lot that you took them under your wing, and, I mean, I already thought you were hot - ”

“WHAT?!”

“ – and judging by the handcuffs on your belt, I think it’s safe to say we have things in common outside of the kids. And I might not be like naturally interested in DND or whatever, but I’d let you be my dungeon master anytime,” she finishes with a wink and yep, she broke him. He’s frozen and flushed she really, really wants to see just how far down that blush goes.

The taller of his friends – Jeff, that’s his name – walks forward and grabs Eddie’s arm. “This isn’t some sort of joke, right?”

“Nope!” Robin calls out before sliding to a stop in front of the counter. “She’s been crushing on him for months. It’s honestly been sort of pathetic.”

“Gee, thanks Robin,” Stevie rolls her eyes. Reaching for a nearby receipt, Stevie grabs a pen and quickly scribbles her number on the back. “Here’s my number. I’m home most nights after seven and I have every other weekend free. Make sure he calls me if he’s interested,” she finishes up with a click of her pen, and then she’s passing the phone number to Jeff.

Jeff smiles at her, a small, shy sort of smile. “I will. C’mon, Munson. Let’s go before your face freezes that way."

He grabs hold of Eddie with his free hand – Eddie, who’s still flushed and staring at her – and he motions for their other friend to grab his other arm, and with that, the trio of Hellfire boys leave Family Video.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever heard,” Mike announces as soon as the door shuts, approaching the counter with a sour look on his face.

“I didn’t know you had game like that, Stevie!” Lucas crows, laughing at the sour look on Mike’s face. Dustin, on the other hand? Dustin looks as shellshocked as Eddie did.

“You – you’re into Eddie?”

“That’s an understatement,” Robin snorts. “Seriously, though, that was intense. I thought you were going to flirt with him, not kill him.”

“What?” Stevie shoots back defensively. “He wasn’t getting that I was serious and I wanted to make sure he knew that.”

“Don’t worry, we all know it,” Mike gags, and it’s enough to set Lucas off into giggles again.

“You’re into Eddie,” Dustin repeats, and then all of a sudden he’s beaming. “You like Eddie! This is PERFECT!”

“Oh, no, no, no! Dustin!” Mike groans, but Dustin is already running out the door.

“Don’t worry, Stevie! We’ll make sure true love prevails!”

“God, do we have to?” Mike whines again, but he dutifully follows Dustin out the door. Lucas shoots Stevie another wink and laughs before following suit, and then it’s just Robin and Stevie in an otherwise empty Family Video.

“That was probably a bit much.”

“Nah,” Robin shakes her head with a laugh. “It would take a lot for anyone to be ‘too much’ for Eddie Munson. He’s into you, dingus.”

“You think so?”

Robin knocks her head against Stevie’s. “I bet you five bucks he asks you out by next Saturday.”

“You’re on.”

/////

Three days later, Eddie Munson leaves Family Video with a wide grin on his face, and Stevie is too busy dancing around in excitement to feel too badly about her five dollars that are making a new home in Robin’s wallet.

#steddie #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #female Steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fanfic #platonic stobin #in this house we love robin buckley #tw: discussions of acid frog poop #too many acid swamps to count #honestly I need to come up with another d&d thing for these fics

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nerdieforpedro · 1 year ago

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Get a room you two and BONE

Part two of the Roc & Doc Series

Tim Rockford x plus size OFC (Doc)

Rating: Mature only because of some of the banter.

This blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.7k

Summary: It’s been a month since “The Case of the Vanishing Pens” had been solved. Things have changed somewhat between Tim and Doc. Are they both okay? Turns out, friends can suck sometimes.

Warnings: bad TV references, teasing, theft, angst?, mention of murder and STD, friends being menaces, the trench coat, bad singing, a murder threat (affectionately)

Notes: Originally, part two was going to be 7k of words. 😅 That was way too long so we’ll have a part two and three. I am working toward something. We’ll all find out when I get there. I’m fond of trench coats now. 😎 A huge smooch to @lady-bess who beta read for me and had some hilarious commentary. 🤣

The top item from the “what should go missing next” poll is in here! The runner ups are in part three. 🤭

Dividers are by the ever lovely @saradika-graphics

Main Masterlist / Tim Rockford Masterlist / Rock & Doc Series

You and the detective had dinner three times a week and tried to alternate who pays. Tim had you pay the first time but he insisted on paying the others. It’s been a month since “The Case of the Vanishing Pens.” You told Tim that his jokes were as old as Columbo. He was not amused. Tim told you that he’s a classic like Columbo, and you need to show respect. And honestly, he’s more like Kojak - able to find a parking space anywhere in LA. You choked on your shrimp fried rice while sitting in the passenger seat of his car, he patted your back to try and help the piece of shrimp go down, it eventually did.

“You’re not bald Rockford. Are you starting to go bald? Is that why you think you’re like Kojak?”, you asked, "going to start rocking three piece suits with a briefcase?”. Tim’s face freezes and he squints his eyes.

“I will kick you out of my car and leave you at this restaurant Doc. Don’t joke about a man’s hair.”

“You wouldn’t dare, Kojak would never. If you’re going to be mad about it, don’t compare yourself to a famous bald TV detective. Stick with Columbo Rockford.” The two of you grinned at each other. Since the pen incident, it’s become even easier to joke with Tim. You feel you’ve grown somewhat closer to him, but you still won’t ask him anything personal. He doesn’t ask you those types of questions either. It crosses an imaginary line you both have drawn for yourselves.

Tim had told you that you didn’t need to pay, he’d been teasing you for stealing his pens, though he still doesn’t fully buy it was just about a menu. You had also told him, “no, we’re both city employees getting shit pay. We gotta split it, Tim.” He laughed and reluctantly agreed. So the two of you started alternating tabs. Why would you offer to pay when you clearly have some unnamed grudge against him (in his mind anyway)? Is this a ‘keep your friends close and enemies closer’ sort of deal?

The answer doesn’t come to him as he finishes the last of his egg roll, some duck sauce is on his chin in his beard. With a moist towelette you pull from the depths of your tote bag, you dab his chin and succeed in getting the sauce off and making Tim re-evaluate what your end goal is. It’s too soft of a touch as you could have pushed his face as part of your teasing but you didn’t. You’ve given him small hip bumps in the autopsy room or even in your office. Those don’t feel intimate like this, maybe it’s because it’s his car or the lack of space. It’s dangerously close to the line he’s drawn in the sand with you. It’s times like these that Tim is thankful you don’t notice him clearing his throat or keeping his cafe brown eyes on you as you slurp your noodles. He’s thinking too much again.

Rockford ensures that you get back to your small car you call ‘the blueberry.’ The car suits your personality. It feels loud, quirky but not over the top, much like its owner. He never leaves before watching you pull out of the parking lot and make the right turn at the light. It’s then that he begins his own drive home. He sometimes has an inkling to text if you got home alright but he’s never texted you outside of work. Except the two times he picked you up tacos… alright, maybe it was four times, but limited to food options. Why is it so weird?

Rockford sighs at the orange streetlights ahead of the hood of his old Ford Crown Victoria. His mind is on you again, but it’s just because you spend a lot of time with each other and you look a hell of a lot better than any of his other partners. Well, you’re not his partner but it kinda feels like it when he talks out cases with you. Stevenson is a solid partner, but he’s wet behind the ears and still learning quite a bit. You, on the other hand, listen. Look at him with genuine interest with questions that tell him you were indeed hearing him. Tim is in his driveway wondering if you’ve already walked up the two flights of stairs to your apartment. He knows you like music but what else do you like?

“Shit.” Rockford gets out of his car and enters his home, dropping off his trench coat and shoes near the door. He stretches out on the couch and flips on the TV. There should be something to watch. An episode of Kojak is in progress with him parking perfectly, getting out of the car, bald head shining with a three piece suit and his briefcase. “What are the chances…?”

As promised, you brought him 4 boxes of pens over the months you’d been eating take out with him. He had nowhere to stick them and wondered if you were pranking him; you were not. You just felt bad about taking his pens for so long. You overdid it a bit, you explained and offered to hold some of them in your office. Tim declined and made room on the top of one of his file cabinets. Seeing something that you’d given him made him smile softly, before turning to face you, he cleared his throat and put his hands on those hips of his, saying he had work to do. You nodded and told him you’d see him around, you were sure there'd be more bodies to look at before long together. The detective sat at his desk and looked at the reports he needed to finish up, they suddenly seemed tedious. He’s wondering if he should have told you it would have been alright if you wanted to stay for a bit. Could have spoken to you while working on them to make the time go faster. Your absence is an issue for Tim. He’s got too many of those already.

Tim stopped by later in the evening to update you on what happened with the arsenic case. Turns out, the victim’s girlfriend had convinced him to become a pescatarian for better health. The girlfriend found out that the victim had two other lovers and had given them the clap (gonorrhea) in addition to her. The three happened to meet in the same clinic where they were getting tested. She had contacted those two after getting diagnosed as the name was different, but the physical description was the same as her boyfriend. It was then that the girlfriend started dosing his food to kill him. She told Tim and the other detectives that she wanted to watch him slowly die. She apparently laughed as they were taking her away in handcuffs.

You are engrossed in the details. Tim tells you the entire thing from beginning to end, he adds in tidbits from his notes that wouldn’t be in any of your reports. Despite looking like he was tired of everyone’s bullshit ninety percent of the time, the detective was rather animated in explaining the case to you. He walked back and forth in your office and then placed his hands on the back of a chair while leaning in to go over how the dots were connected between the seemingly unrelated people. If the man wasn’t a detective, he should be a voice actor or teacher…you’re sure there’s a suitable profession you’re forgetting in between the options, whatever would warrant people listening to him for a while.

Toward the end of Tim’s colorful retelling, Kim, one of the clerks and a friend of yours, stopped by the office. She was watching the two of you, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. She would have made a joke about you getting yourself in Tim’s trench coat but knew you wouldn’t forgive her for saying it in front of the man that you swear you only have respect and adoration for. Kim had tried to get you to understand your feelings, to at least see that you may want to spend time outside of work with the famed detective. The time may include an actual date at some point.

You’d always told her that it was because he’s always been respectful toward you, and that he came by your office when he didn’t need to. Like today. Kim was sure you hadn’t asked for any follow up on the case, yet here Rockford is telling you about it and you’re giving him all his attention. It’s annoying to watch the two of you. Sure he might be older than you, but it’s less than ten years and she’s sure he doesn’t talk to his ex-wife at all. At one point the precinct did think they were going to get back together shortly after you’d become the new medical examiner five years ago but nothing ever came of it. Not that Kim kept that close on an eye on things for you.Thankfully, there’s only been rumors of maybe some women here and there. Detective Rockford is one who stays holster deep in murders and crime. Kim did have to agree with you on one thing, those holsters are a damn good look on the man. She understands why your eyes linger on him. Kim preferred her men to be on the skinny side so she could toss them around a bit - she can be a bit rough at times.

Waiting until Tim seemed finished with his story, Kim knocked on the open door so the two of you would hear her.

“Hey Doc, Tim. What are you two crazy kids up to? Making some more dinner plans? Going to take it a step above take out and go to a place where there might be seats inside the restaurant?” The detective bit the side of his jaw which Kim was quick to notice and smirked. Like how does she not notice how bothered he is when anyone interrupts him speaking to her? Maybe Tim liked her stealing his pens? Hmm…that’s an idea.

Your face hardens at your friend’s joke and you start nervously pressing your hands together. At least it wasn’t the trenchcoat one she likes to make, thank goodness. Tim looked back at the door and stood up, shaking his head.

“Hey Kim. Just knew Doc would want to hear how the case turned out. I’m going to head out Doc. I’m going to go make sure Stevenson isn’t still working on the homicide from last week. He makes fun of my chicken scratch, but he types slow as hell for someone fifteen years younger than me. Good night Doc, don’t steal anymore pens. I know she’ll be your accomplice.” Rockford nods, gives you a smile and once at the doorway, cuts his eyes at Kira before leaving. Your friend slides by Tim as he exits and plops down across from you and snickering.

“Did the famed detective get a bit pissed at me because I came between him and his dear Doc? For shame and I guess I did know you were taking his pens. To be fair, I did tell you to stop several times.” She playfully tapped her own hand as if she was being reprimanded. You sat back in your chair and shook your head. She’s been teasing you about this for as long as you had stolen that man’s pens well after. Tim didn’t tease you as much anymore. Well, sometimes, but only when you got in the car and he asked to see your hands to make sure you didn’t remove anything from his glove box or console.

“Could you just drop it? Please…what did you come here for Kim?”.

“I came to remind you that this weekend is our friend’s engagement party. And before you start,” Kim reached out and took hold of Doc’s hand, “you’ve RSVPed, we bought an outfit a few weeks ago just for this party theme and I could give this back to one such man in a trench coat after you go.” Kim’s free hand exposed a little black book that Tim often carried everywhere for his notes. Your eyes are wide, it’s bad enough about the pens but it’s a funny joke now. His book?!

“Dammit Kim, you need to give it back now!” Kim is shocked at your growl and lets go of your hand, holding tighter to the book.

“No. You give it to him and say it fell out of his pocket or something. He has fifty places in that trench coat I could have been. I honestly think he likes it when you take his stuff.” She stood up and so did you, were you really going to fight her over this man’s book? “The fact that you’re this upset, proves my point. You need to talk to him, stop just watching him, have him take you to a place where you order and eat inside and maybe go to your place or his and-”

“Don’t finish that sentence. Just give me the book and maybe he won’t push for me to resign or be in a different county or something for harassment.” Your hands are on your head, running through how badly this could go. No matter how nice Tim is, taking that book is almost as bad as taking his tie or holsters. It’s a part of him. Though it would be kinda cool if you held it for a minute. No…no. You can’t go into that rabbit hole. That is reserved for when you’re in your apartment in your PJs and are sipping on some hot chocolate with some cookies.

“You just need to bone….be on the desk and bone…maybe he keeps the trench coat on while you bone…I know he’s wearing the holsters when you bone…maybe you pull the hair he still has while you bone…you grab his biceps while you bone…”. Kim is singing horribly off key and if you weren’t so frustrated and anxious you’d tell her to shut it. But you need a laugh to release the tension in your body so you do, doubled over on your desk. Kim drops the black book before you and kisses your forehead.

“You just need a push to talk to him and you're already a bit of a thief. Just slip his book in his car the next time you two eat and talk to him. It’s not like people in the department don’t date. That’s how the captain met his wife.” She pats your head. “They fought over a stapler, she threw it at him. He said she had an excellent throwing arm. Love was in the air.” Kim did a jazz hand flourish and you look up, rolling your eyes.

“I would rather not be violent with the man. And I will not…bone him. Gah, you made me say it.” You shake your head and sit back and sigh. “Just please don’t push it. Can I just stay in my safe little bubble, please? Daydream about the man, why can’t I do that? Why will you not let me do that?”

Kim sat back down and crossed her arms, sucking her teeth, “Real talk right now Doc. It’s not your job title that keeps you from talking to Tim. It’s that you’re scared that he might actually reciprocate your feelings and you may have to be in a relationship with a grown man with baggage, can hold a conversation with you and will be able to hold it down in the bedroom.” Your hands cover your face. You’re not discussing this at work. No…but you are. “Stop acting like you haven’t thought about it.” Kim laughs at your discomfort and embarrassment, but pauses to sneak a peek at her phone. “I would drop more truth bombs at you but I have to go. Tony’s here to pick me up. I will see you tomorrow and this weekend. Maybe one day you’ll have your detective use his investigative skills under a dress like that.”

“Please go to Tony before I have to call and tell him you're on my slab.”

“You’re too busy trying to find a way into a trench coat to worry about murdering me. Take care getting home.”

“I will never tell you anything again. Good night.”

Part One

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bookwyrminspiration · 8 months ago

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hi!!!! i was just wondering if you had any headcanons for transfem!keefe? maybe a little trans!sophie as a bonus? of course you dont have to but i thought it would be nice

Hi!!!! I can certainly share a few!! I absolutely adore trans headcanons <3

i think Biana played a huge role in Keefe's transition/self-realization

she was always daring him to wear her dresses, or to let her do Keefe's make-up. and Keefe laughed and played it up, but when she put them on...

when she came out, Biana was overjoyed to have a friend tentatively enjoying more "girly" things. Keefe's artistry and Biana's experience are a heavenly combination

I think Sophie and Keefe came out around the same time (though not exactly)--and Sophie was so relieved to give all the dresses he'd spent years hating a new home

When she told Fitz, he went "Dude--wait, no--I didn't mean--" and Keefe couldn't stop laughing after she got over her nerves about telling him

Keefe's got a whole thing going with her hair, but you can only do so much with it when it's short--all the possibilities that open up when she starts growing it out!

buns and braids and bubble ponytails and all the extra material to work with!! it's scary how good she gets at them

Dex hooks her and Sophie up with hrt from slurps and burps, and when they can/their doses line up they hail each other to take it together

Keefe hasn't picked a name yet, but can't wait to find one and further distance herself from her parents

In the meantime she's going by Keeferina/Keefella (reference to her joke suggestions to name the baby aliorns) (she thinks it's absolutely hilarious)

When Sophie heard he just shook his head and sighed, but he was smiling. then he went to ask Keefella to show him how to do his hair

#kotlc #kotlc headcanons #keefe sencen #sophie foster #quil's queries #trans!keefe #trans!sophie #transfem!keefe #nonsie #i don't do headcanons much so hopefully these are satisfactory <3 #thinking many thoughts about them

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lolo3hwriting · 10 months ago

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College Souyo Oneshot

Summary: Yu and Yosuke’s classmates notice that the two are ‘pretty close’ and try to get them officially together though an unconventional method

Words: ~3.6k

Additional Notes: The classmates Sei and Kin are based on two of my OCs, Matt and Kody respectively. Sei and Kin are actually shorthand for their last names (Seiyokarashi and Kinfuku) but I use them as their regular names in this context.

“So… They AREN’T dating?”

“Not officially, I don’t think so.”

“Hmm.”

Sei smirked at his friend and classmate, Kin, from across the table from where they were sitting at a ramen bar. The two had come here after classes to have dinner together, as it was a popular spot for many of the other students. Sei could see from his seat that nearly half of the patrons were college-aged students. In fact, Sei could recognize two of his other classmates, Yu and Yosuke. He quickly noticed their gray and orange heads of hair after seeing them from the back of the classroom so many times before.

Sei was on good terms with them, though he would only comfortably say that he was only acquaintances with them. He had spoken to them a few times to get notes, and another time to discuss the lectures, and Sei thought they were nice enough. But it was kind of funny, he thought, how the two just seemed to be glued together. They sat next to each other during class, they shopped together, and now they were together again in the ramen bar. It seemed that where one was, the other would be close by, like a matched set. It was hilariously entertaining to see them awkwardly dance around each other, but as much as Sei could watch them with a bucket of popcorn in hand, it was starting to get more annoying than funny.

Sei had been worried that they would catch on to their glancing, but he quickly dismissed his concerns when he saw that the two were busy enough with each other, engrossed in their own conversation

“Though I wouldn’t put it past you to assume that they were a couple. They do call each other partners,” Kin added.

That nickname… The first time Sei had heard Yosuke use it he was taken aback. He had said it so excitedly, so endearingly, Sei almost believed it was something like a pet name. But no, when Sei had asked it was apparently just a ‘thing’ between them.

“I guess. Didn’t they go to the same high school?” Sei asked while leaning his head on his hand.

“Yes they did, Yasogami I believe. From the way Narukami speaks so fondly of his time there, it seems both of them had a good time there.”

Right, Sei remembered their conversation. Yu and Yosuke met each other there and became fast friends. But just friends, Yosuke had said.

“Hmm… Do you think they developed feelings while there?”

“It’s entirely possible. Could you imagine them being high school sweethearts? How romantic!” Kin clapped his hands together in front of his chest in excitement, it seemed that he thought the two were a couple as well.

“Do you think they are on a date here?” Sei decided to entertain the idea more.

As if in response, Yosuke slung his arm around Yu and started laughing boisterously at something he said. Sei could be imagining it, but it looked like Yu was… Leaning in?

“A casual date perhaps? It’s a remarkable place with quality food, I certainly wouldn’t say no to a date here.”

Sei looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

“What, do you want a date?”

“Maybe you can offer some other time,” Kin added with a wink, “but I think one couple is enough here.”

Sei and Kin were both looking at them, just in time to watch Yosuke slurp some noodles, leaving a splatter of broth on his face which Yu gently wiped off with a napkin.

“Okay, they have to be boyfriends,” Sei punctuated with slamming his fist onto the table.

“It’s a lovely gesture, but I don’t think they would admit it to be romantic though.”

“Ugh, why don’t they just say it already?”

Sei and Kin had seen how close the two acted while they were all in class together, and now with this ‘ramen date’ Sei’s opinion had firmly cemented them in his mind as being together.

Kin looked up at his friend with a glint in his eyes “Perhaps we could convince them…”

“Yeah? How?” Sei was deeply curious, not to mention a little suspicious. It's not as if the two of them could shove their faces together and spontaneously make them official. He wondered what his friend could possibly be imagining…

“Why don’t you take me on a date?”

“What.”

“Please listen to me,” Kin raised his hands in a placid manner “Why don’t the four of us go out together as a double date? It can just start as a group hanging out with fellow classmates, and at the right time we can ‘announce’ that we’re dating!”

“And that will make them declare their feelings?” Sei asked incredulously.

“It’s being a positive influence,” Kin waved a finger in the air. “By setting a good example and showing them it’s okay to love each other, it may be the small push to allow them to tell the truth to one another.”

Sei heaved a great sigh and put his head into his hands. As ridiculous as it sounded, Kin’s plan may have some justification to it. The two of them hung out together often, and it was a rumor in the class that they were seeing each other. Sei was openly gay and Kin was openly bi, plus the two were roommates so the two of them together would be believable in the eyes of many. Sei does admit that Kin was a dear friend, and quite easy on the eyes, but he never saw him in any romantic light. But nevertheless, there was pervasive gossip that could be used to their advantage. And it wasn’t as if they were forcing Yu and Yosuke together, they were just planting a seed in their minds, a suggestion.

The more he thought about it, the more Sei believed that the plan could work. It would be great to see their other two classmates stop denying their feelings and make it awkward for everyone around them. Sei didn’t have any particular reservations about it, the only regret he could think of was the inevitable teasing from their other friends and classmates. It would be annoying for a while, but it would probably die down after a while. Who knows? It could be fun seeing their reactions.

“Okay, okay… I’m fine with it. Do you have any places in mind?”

Kin’s eyes crinkled in satisfaction at Sei’s response.

“I was thinking about this bubble tea cafe nearby. They have this drink that caught my eye...”

The next day after classes, Kin approached the budding couple and offered them an opportunity to hang out at a nearby restaurant and have a casual review section. He had reminded everyone of the test next week, to which Sei and Yosuke groaned about it, and thought it was a good time to go over the lectures and compare notes. Yu and Yosuke had agreed, although Sei wasn’t sure if they would get any studying actually done, with his and Kin’s plan that they were trying to execute.

When Sei pushed open the door to the cafe, a small bell chime signaled his arrival at the store. For a moment he just stood at the entrance and stared at the place, taking in the view. The walls were painted in a soft lavender with fairy lights adorning the walls, and a couple of fake vines hanging for the ceiling. On each table, there was a napkin holder with images of cats, dogs, and other chibi animals. Sei certainly thought it was… an interesting aesthetic. Nothing he would personally enjoy but decided it was fine enough for where they were.

Kin walked ahead, not fazed at all by the cafe’s decor, picked up some laminated paper menus from the entrance and sat down at an empty table with four other seats. Sei followed behind him and sat down beside his friend, still glancing around. There were a few other people their age that were most likely other students, and a pair of young women in suits, probably just out of work.

Sei felt a hand placed over his on the table and snapped his head over to Kin. He was looking intently at the menu but had a catty grin on his face showing that he was not really paying attention.

“So when do you think the others will arrive?” Sei didn’t move his hand from underneath Kin’s as he wasn’t too uncomfortable. He was already naturally touchy, but this time he would be trying to do it in a romantic manner. Was he getting into the ‘affectionate boyfriend’ character already?

“Soon I should think. Narukami’s already quite punctual, and that should help offset the tardiness that Hanamura would have.”

Kin was speaking from experience, as they had both personally seen Yosuke jogging into class nearly ten minutes late and trying to quietly sit down next to Yu. The more he thought about it, the more Sei thought that the two complemented each other. He hoped it wouldn’t be too long for them to get together…

While he waited, Sei leaned over his friend and looked at the menu. There were small plates, sandwiches, rice bowls, and poke bowls, but most of the menu was reserved for the drinks. Milk tea, fruit tea, regular tea, and smoothies, all in a variety of flavors and toppings. It all sounded pretty good, but Sei had no idea what he would choose.

A chiming of the front doorbell made Sei and Rin glance over and find that their other classmates were at the entrance. They waved them over to their table and the other two sat down.

“Hey man, how are you guys doing?” Yosuke greeted with a wave.

“We’re doing well, you guys should look over the menu,” Sei responded. With his free hand, Sei slid the menu to the other pair across the table. He could see Yu briefly glance over the table where Sei’s and Kin’s hands were together but didn’t make a comment.

Sei read through the menu again but still had no idea what he would order. Passionfruit sounded good, but mango did as well. What about lychee?

“Hey Kin, what are you going to get?” Sei referred to his friend.

“I was thinking about some taro milk tea with boba. Would you mind if we get a large drink and share?”

Ah, so that was part of his plan. Sei had no reservations about sharing a drink, it wasn’t like either of them was sick or anything.

“Sure why not?”

Yosuke glanced up at them for a moment in confusion, and Sei took the opportunity.

“Are you guys going to share anything?”

“Nah, I’m good.” Yosuke waved his hand in dismissal at the suggestion.

Yu smiled at his friend and responded, “Why not? I’d be willing to share something with you.”

Yosuke sputtered for a few seconds before giving a small ‘no thanks’ and Sei barely held back a chortle, disguising it as a light cough. It was so glaringly obvious that the two liked each other, but now that he thought of it he and Kin would look like a similar obnoxious couple. Oh well, it would be worth it in the end to see them finally admit they liked each other.

After Yu and Yosuke had decided on their separate drinks, the four of them got to discussing their lectures as was their ‘original’ intention. It made Sei’s blood pressure rise in frustration as he tried to understand what his friend was talking about.

“What do you mean??? Where did you get that value for gallons per minute?”

“Well, we have the gallons per acre, miles per hour, and width. You plug those into the equation, and you get your answer.”

“How are you supposed to remember the equation?”

“I think it will be given to us,” Yu added, “but it might be in a different form so we’ll have to re-arrange the variables.”

“Ughhh, this sucks,” Yosuke added.

Yu patted his friend on the back reassuringly. “You’ll get it eventually.”

“I just don’t get it,” Sei turned to his friend, “How do you guys understand any of this?”

“Through continuous effort and many hours of studying. My mind doesn’t keep itself sharp you know. But I am more than willing to help you.” Kin punctuated by tapping his hand onto Sei’s chest.

“Gee, thanks.”

“Oh you flatter me, my dear sweetheart,” Kin spoke, as if he wasn’t fishing for compliments. But Sei didn’t mind so much, since Kin did have better grades than him, so he was in no real position to criticize.

When the four of their drinks were done and they were called, Sei thought it was a good opportunity for a break, especially since he could feel a headache coming on from doing those calculations. But as soon as Sei started to get up, Kin’s arms suddenly grasped his waist and pulled him back down. Sei just stared at his friend in disbelief for a moment, trying to figure out what in the world he was trying to do.

“Dear, let the others get the drinks. I want to talk with you.”

“Uhhh… sure.”

Sei had stayed put and the other two classmates got up instead, with only a hint of bemusement on their faces. Sei wasn’t exactly embarrassed, more like deeply bewildered at his friend’s behavior

“What do you want?” Sei whisper-shouted at Kin.

“Would you mind if I kissed you later? On the cheek that is.”

“You want to go that far?”

“They’re the oblivious sort,” Kin glanced over to Yu and Yosuke to where they were standing at the counter, “and they won’t recognize a romantic act unless directly pointed out. That is the whole reason that we’re doing this, no?”

“...Fine.”

“Great! I’ve always been curious about what kissing you would be like.”

…Sei wasn’t sure if Kin was being honest or just trying to fluster him. If he did it wasn’t working, but it made Sei pause and seriously reconsider his situation for a second.

The other two classmates walked back to the table, drinks in hand. When Kin noticed they were approaching, he moved his position to where he was only holding Sei’s arm and not his entire body. They placed the drinks on the table, and seeing that Kin’s arms were ‘occupied’, Sei decided to grab the beverage himself and drink it. It tasted pretty good, maybe a bit too sugary that distracts from the true flavor of the taro, but it was pleasant.

He reached his arm over to Kin’s mouth to offer him a sip.

“Try it. How does it taste?”

“Quite sweet, but not as sweet as you,” Kin said with a smirk.

Sei had nearly rolled his eyes at the cornball line, but he didn’t manage to hold back his laughter. He hoped that the others would interpret his snort of disbelief as something more… romantic? At this point, Sei was just trying not to break down laughing at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Yosuke put his hand to his face. “Wow, it feels as if I’m being third-wheeled here.”

Kin only smiled in response, though the narrowing of his eyes gave away to Sei that he was thinking the same thing as him. After all that they had seen them practically snuggling next to each other after class, he was certainly an interesting one to say that.

“Well I’m glad you two are enjoying each other,” Yu commented, “it’s nice.”

Okay, now Sei was sure that their plan was working since he could nearly see a trace of wistfulness in Yu’s eyes.

“I do appreciate our time together,” Kin leaned in closer, “Every moment I spend with Sei is lovely.”

“Hah, it's as if you two are dating or something,” Yosuke remarked jokingly, and Sei was ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to see his reaction and to see if their plan would ultimately work.

Kin glanced at Sei, seemingly asking him if he would like to respond. And Sei happily took the opportunity.

“Yeah, we ARE dating!”

To punctuate his confession, Kin kissed his friend on the cheek.

“Huh,” Yu stated plainly.

“HUH?!” Yosuke answered with much more enthusiasm.

“He’s quite the catch, isn’t he? He’s adorable, can cook, and very handsome…”

“Hey, I’m not gonna be your househusband! If anything, you would be the trophy husband! Most of the time YOU’RE the one sitting on the couch while I do all of the chores!”

“While it would be pleasant to just sit and look pretty, I have much greater ambitions in life.”

Through their banter, Sei had nearly forgotten about the true purpose of their ‘confession.’ He reigned himself in and finally got a good look at the other students across their table. Their expressions were priceless, it was worth everything he was going through.

“I’m glad for you both,” Yu said with a polite smile, though it didn’t exactly reach his eyes.

“Yeah uh, me too I guess,” Yosuke said in response to his friend. He was trying to smile as well, but it came out more like a grimace.

Sei could practically see the gears in their heads turning. It would only be a matter of time…

Sei’s and Kin’s ‘date’ went over pretty well, the two had a great laugh afterward and promised to go to the cafe again. Although they were mostly preoccupied with their plans, both of them admitted that it was pretty good they would try more of the menu’s offerings when they weren’t so ‘busy’.

As expected, rumors about Sei and Kin spread fast, but they didn’t make as much of a splash as Sei had expected. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or disappointed when the strongest response by their classmates to their newly declared relationship was, “I knew it!”

But that was besides the point, as Kin pointed out after class one day, and that they would have to be patient for the fruits of their labor. And thankfully the two didn’t need to wait for too long.

About a week later, Sei and Kin decided to go to the nearby park on the weekend, to hang out and enjoy the vegetation. It was a reserve of greenery within a vast gray, concrete desert, perceived as a hidden gem for stressed salarymen and students to unwind. The two friends had been there before to hang out privately since nobody was usually there, so they weren’t expecting anything out of the ordinary for their trip. But they were pleasantly surprised when they found two other students already at the park, already in the middle of discussion.

Yu and Yosuke’s voices were hushed, but they were steadily rising as the Kin and Sei sneaked closer. This made it easy for quiet classmates to crouch behind a vine-covered brick fence and listen in.

“-And I have just been thinking… about things,” Yosuke explained eloquently.

“Like…?”

Yosuke gave only a sigh at that, and from the sound of rustling fabric Sei and Kin could infer that he was fidgeting with his clothes.

“Like our relationship. I’ve just been seeing so many other happy people living their happy lives and I…”

“Are you happy?” Yu questioned, in what Sei could only describe as uncharacteristic worry. He had never heard him sound so… uncertain. His effortlessly cool, confident, charismatic classmate now sounded like a worried mess.

“Of course I am!” Yosuke was quick to assure, “This has been some of the most fun years of my life! Spending time with you has been… fulfilling.”

There was an uncertain waver in Yosuke’s voice as he said that last word and everybody listening (openly or not) could pick it up. Sei bit his lip in concern, trying not to make any movements despite how intently he was paying attention.

“...Are you really happy? You don’t sound like it. Are you not happy… with me?”

“That’s not it at all!” There were heavy footsteps and Yosuke’s voice raised to the point where he was no longer caring about privacy, openly shouting

“You make me happy! I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been by your side! I’ve never felt this way with anyone else! I like you…”

“Like me?”

“Yes! I… really like you.”

There was a hefty pause as Yu considered his words, with everybody holding their breaths in anticipation.

“...I really like you too.”

Yu’s quiet admittal was almost soft to be heard from Sei and Kin, but both heard it clearly and widened their eyes in surprise.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yes. I love you.”

Sei and Kin looked at each other with delight, both of their grins reaching from ear to ear. They were both thinking the same words.

(Finally!)

The two hiding classmates heard gentle footsteps and Sei and Kin decided to make a hasty but silent retreat to give them privacy and to avoid spoiling what they could only expect to be their first kiss. Or at least, to spare themselves from the embarrassment.

Once out of earshot, the two friends hugged each other in relief and in celebration for a job well done.

Though abruptly, Kin leaned into Sei’s ear and whispered, “So do you want to be boyfriends for real now?”

Sei backed his head away from his friend but still chose to continue embracing him.

“Let me think about it.”

“Well I hope you don’t take as long as them. I don’t think I can handle pining for that long…”

#persona 4 fanfiction #souyo #I wrote this in a haze over the course of a couple of days #once again the power of souyo is not something to underestimate #happy pride month to these two idiots!

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Vampire!Peter + Martin Whitly, Who Is The Real Monster, discussion prompted by rewatching Frankenstein because I am thinking many frankenstein thoughts always these days?

Absolutely hilarious that you sent me a prompt involving Frankenstein cause I was gonna rewatch a video tonight discussing the novel/Junji Ito manga version of it cause it's October and that means horror classics.

But I'll watch that later, I've got a one-shot to write.

On with the fic!

Peter shifted about on the couch, trying to make himself more comfortable without spilling his drink. Sure, he could put it on the table, but... nah. He just gave up and flopped on Martin's thighs and wiggled a bit.

"Really? All that for you just picking my lap, as usual?" Martin asked, though not sounding all that offended.

"Yep." Peter replied, loudly sipping from the silly straw in his cup. His attention was on the screen, watching as Victor Frankenstein moved about, talking about his creation, which was going to be brought to life shortly. "Hey, Martin, I've got a question."

"I'm sure you do."

"Why do people always call Frankenstein a doctor when the idiot never actually finished school?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like," Peter shifted to make himself more comfortable, "the book has it where he's still in college, basically. And this is a project he's working on in his fuckin' house, that he shares with other people!"

Martin chuckled, carding his fingers through Peter's hair. "Well, many medical professionals have done experiments at home."

"Not recreating a human body!"

"Not that you know of."

Peter turned up at him, giving him a stare. Martin laughed at this. "No, I'm not included. There would have never been a good time to have a reconstructed corpse in my busy home! Jessica would have found out the moment I brought in the first body part!"

"Or Malcolm would have."

This made Martin scoff. "Oh, possibly. I bring one girl home and suddenly I find myself in a cell for twenty years because my son was a little too curious."

Peter rolled his eyes and slurped his bloody mary that contained real blood. "Still though, why do people call him Dr. Frankenstein if he never even earned that title?"

"Well, I assume it's to separate him from Frankenstein the monster."

"I guess, but that's dumb."

"How so?" Martin asked, attention now on Peter rather than the movie where the monster's body is currently being brought to life. Peter had seen this scene enough times to not bother looking at the screen.

"It's... ya know, I mean. The monster is his own person, he's not Frankenstein! He learns to speak and read later in the novel through his communications with a family, before everything goes to shit cause, whoops, he can't have anythin' nice, no thanks to that bitch Victor. He even tells his creator that he is basically his Adam. Probably why people call him that when they talk about these two."

Martin shrugged. "I suppose so, he is a rather smart human-like being, even though the movies tend to not show that."

"Ehhh... I think Van Helsing did? Can't remember, it's been ages since I've sat down and watched that one sober." Peter finished off his drink, setting the cup aside to cross his arms. "But anyway, it's so weird that the movies kinda fuck up his character."

"The monster?"

"Yeah! He's smart, he's caring, but he is also angry, which they get right. I mean, I'd be fuckin' mad at my creator for bringin' me to life and then abandoning me. Oh wait, I have! Fuck my sire! Killed that bitch. Still, like, he's human, in his own right! No need to call him the monster."

"Ah, but does this play into the common question people have about him and his creator? Who is the monster and who is the man?" Martin asked, smiling. "I remember having a discussion about this once with Malcolm, he had been reading the book in school and it had him thinking about me."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "About you?"

"Well, at this point I was in my cell, so he knew that I was the Surgeon. But at the time, Malcolm had explained to me that he saw that how I presented myself to the world and the person hidden from it, the one that was dangerous, were like Frankenstein and the monster."

"Thought you'd be more Jekyll and Hyde."

"I thought so too, but he explained it as... oh..." He tapped his chin. "Ah, yes, he said that I presented myself as this brilliant scientist, who tried to keep up a normal life, and yet I hide from the world a creation made of horrible deeds through the pursuit of knowledge. And, like Victor Frankenstein, to deal with troubling thoughts. This 'creature' I created, the Surgeon, could pretend to be human, but was still a monster, even if he knew the right ways to be human, he just wasn't one due to who he was."

Martin then leaned back, smiling. "I think my boy was overthinking it, believing that I am both the man and the monster, as both of these characters are in their own right. It still sounded Jekyll and Hyde to me, but then again, Malcolm always did find ways to relate me to more conflicting philosophies and thoughts. What a clever boy."

Peter wasn't sure what to say to that, so decided to change the subject. "Did you know only one adaptation of Frankenstein actually brings up that the eight-foot tall man is hung like a fuckin' horse?"

"Only you would go from deep thoughts of humanity to thinking about someone's groin."

"It's Young Frankenstein, in case you're wonderin'." Peter grinned.

Personally, I have no idea who is the monster and who is the man, both are so very, very human and I think that's the point.

*jazz hands*

And yes, Peter is correct about that last fact. Also, apparently, the Universal movie is based on a play adaptation that changed so much of the original plot.

Just some fun facts right there.

#martin whitly x peter vincent #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

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