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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Manager!Seijoh Part 4

a/n: I LIVE FOR THESE MANAGER SEIJOH ASKS LIKE BLS TAKE OVER MY LIFE

(i originally planned to write the other schools for the manager scenario like theyre already in my drafts with plans and partly written out but like seijoh is my TOP PRIORITY (sorry pls dont hate me) BC THEY ARE MY BOIS)

also, most of my ask box is all for a kyoken ending and kyoken fluff and aoba johsai fluff and im quaking bc this is spurring me to create more aoba johsai imagines and my love for the other schools is just like being overshadowed by our little plant babies :’)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: Im the anon who mentioned the chaos about the dating and can I say I love it!!! 🙏🙏 i kinda have this hc for the boys that they fight whenever they go on bus rides, just because they want yn to sit next to them. But she usually sits next to the calmer members?? The reason the boys fight?? She may or may not have fallen asleep a few times, her head on kyo/iwa shoulder. 🥺🥺

LMAO THAT PART JUST REEKED CHAOTIC ENERGY AND SHE WOULD TOTALLY SIT NEXT TO THEM JUST TO SPITE THE OTHERS AND I LOVE THE IRONY LIKE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOOKING ARE THE SOFTEST AND CALMEST TOWARDS HER LIKE PLEASE KYOKEN AND IWA ARE JUST LITTLE SOFT BEANS AND DESERVE THE WORLD

(bruh im so soft for iwa and kyo like my best bois and i must write them out IMMEDIATELY bc theyre so uggghhhhhh!!!!!!!)

MY TWO MEN IN ONE GIF GOD HAS BLESSED ME-

oh dear

bus rides,,,,, yep here we go

the team is usually peaceful and civil w each other (minus iwa literally beating oiks up but thats irrelevant information)

like they dont really have fights or have any arguments bc they meet up every saturday to talk about the week and if anybody had any concerns or anything they were mad about since it was like a family meeting

but boy oh boy

when you entered this family,,, arguments and misunderstandings happened once a week

‘no! y/n-chan said she was going to go shopping with me!’

‘um, she already agreed to go to to the arcade w me’

‘wait, she told me we were going to go visit that cafe!’

yes you agreed to do those things w them but you never assigned a date

your attention was something that these boys were always wanting since they only see you during club hours and practices

their jealousy gets really ugly sometimes and the two first years actually get all smug about it

‘hm, y/n, we still up for studying later?’

you ruffled his hair and smiled up at him

‘yep! we need to set an alarm though or else i’d end up staying after 1 in the morning again’

‘great. cant wait’

kunimi rarely shows any emotion towards his senpais but they couldnt miss the smug smirk that made oikawa grip the volleyball and mattsun holding him back

god hes such a little shite

everyone knows that the first years have a upperhand than them bc of your same grade so the upperclassmen were much more sensitive to spending time with you outside of practice

and they liked to spend that time wisely

when the time for away games come, you weren’t that worried about it

i mean,, why would you when boarding the bus is going to be so early in the morning at like 4 in the morning and theyd be sleeping the whole time so you get peace and quiet

in fact, you were looking forward!

but nope!

jesus took the wheel and said no

instead, you were watching the team members shouting and yelling at each other at the asscrack of dawn

say sike rn

the 2 coaches were actually not there yet so they werent able to help you and whip the boys to order so here you were, bleary eyed and clearly still tired, sighing and rolling your eyes at the fight

‘SHE SITS WITH ME! IM TEAM CAPTAIN! I GET DIBS!’

‘NO! YOU DROOL ON HER AND MESS UP HER CLOTHES! YOU LIKE MAKKI-SENPAI MORE, RIGHT, Y/N-CHAN?!’

now you might be asking me, ‘author-chan, why are they fighting so hard for something as simple as a bus ride?’

well, my young grasshoppers, this is not just a simple bus ride

you are infamous in the team to be a sleeper

no matter what form of transportation, bus, car, any surface, you found yourself in dream land

yall i wish i was like that

the sleep paralysis demon beside my bed says otherwise

they freak out and fight over even a simple touch of affection from you, do you really think they wouldnt fight tooth and nail to being your pillow and freely watching your adorable sleeping face?

these men are fighting as if they were fighting something serious like a world war

lmao with how intensely theyre fighting, it practically is

but there were two players who actually didnt care either way since they only wanted you to be the most comfortable and they werent exactly the most squishiest members

in fact, they were basically all muscle and probably not the most comfortable

NOPE I BELIEVE THAT IWA IS IN FACT ONE OF THE MOST COMFIEST AND BEST PILLOWS IN THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU UNIVERSE

totally not my bias talking or anything

so it was no surprise when they didnt get themselves involved

iwa was already done w them and goes in the bus because mom deserves a nap

naturally, kyo follows the leader and boards the bus after him, leaving the others to fight it out in the school parking lot

you were happy that they were too distracted that they wouldnt notice you sneaking away into the bus and you were slightly disappointed that out of all the seats, kyo had to sit in the one-seater by the front

so you immediately went over to the other person, who was iwa-san, and he was just settling in, pulling out his teal blanket

you blinked at him when he caught you stare but he gently smiled before opening the blanket

‘i was never a fan of window seats anyways’

you happily bounced over to him and you placed your bag at the overhead compartment bc seijoh is bougee and can afford everything before you climbed over him to the seat next to the window

iwaizumi tried to make you as comfortable as he can so he kept the seat divider thing yanno what im talking about? between you

but his eyes widened when you casually pulled it up and snuggled closer to him

youve done this before so he opened his right arm for you to cuddle closer but he was still surprised

meanwhile,,,

you just closed your eyes with a smile as you pulled the blanket to your chin and practically glomped yourself to iwa

ugh im so jealous of you!!!!!!!!!!

‘hmmmm, youre so warm iwa-san. youre like,,,,, jacob from twilight’

his eyebrow quirked and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and tightly holding you close

‘oh? the werewolf?’

he felt your head nod

‘mhm. so warm, and strong, yet so gentle and soft’

by now, both your legs were already swung over his lap and head on his chest as you sat sideways

his fingers traced circles around your middle as his other hand was fiddling with your fingers

‘didnt he like mark a little girl?’

‘iwa-san dont talk about that!’

his laugh grumbled his chest and you giggled, trying to become even closer towards his naturally warm chest and inhale his scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

it was such an odd combination from the people you knew and you were immediately drawn to it

thats why you usually wore his jacket rather than your own

he always gets confused as to where it is but you steal it and watch him look for it

you didnt hear that from me though

it didnt take a long time for you to fall asleep and by the time the 2 coaches finally arrived and yelled at the players, they were already late

‘oikawa, i thought youd handle this properly!’

oiks whimpered from the coach’s scolding but apologized then pushed everyone in

the sight in front of them made them both boil in jealousy and squeal in uwus

you, the softest and sweetest and kindest little flower human being, being cuddled up to iwaizumi, the brute and bara arms and the ultra macho strong man, who had his head on top of you

KYAAAAAAAA

even though they knew you were a heavy sleeper and iwa slept like a rock, they still quieted down and silently walked over to their seats, hissing and shushing at anyone who even made the slightest bit of noise

rustle of the bags?

SSSSHHHHHH

seat creaking as they sit down?

SSSHHHHHHHH

they only let this slide bc your sleeping face was just so cute and they didnt have the heart to wake you up

and also face the wrath of titan iwa and be thrown into the atlantic ocean like oikawa did one time

when you finally arrived at the stadium, they waited for a rough 10 minutes just to figure out how to wake you up

they didnt want to wake up iwa first and have him yell at them but they didnt want to wake you up first either

but kyo didnt understand the dilemma and instead just goes to the back where yall were at and he goes to the seat behind you so he could reach you easily and tickles your cheek

the team is just like 👁️👄👁️

your nose scrunches at this tingling sensation until it continues so you open your eyes and finds kyo just smiling down at you

oiks is literally shaking bc he could see the smallest smile on kyo’s face

‘wake up’

with his gruff voice, it sounded like he was ordering you around but you knew he couldnt help it and blinked tiredly at him, giving him a smile of your own

‘hm, hi kyo-san’

you winced at the sudden appearance of the sunlight and that made you fully wake up before flinched at the eyes of the other players

‘hello, everyone’

you said slowly and you sat up, noticing iwa still sleeping

oiks held his breath bc hes been friends w iwa since he was still a baby and he knows that its like waking up a sleeping dragon

‘wait y/n-chan-’

but you didnt listen and poked his nose

‘iwa-san? iwa-san, we’re here’

you cooed and the poking made his eyes flutter open and with his head still tilted to the side, he swore he saw an angel by the way the sunlight hit the back of your head giving you a smiling angel effect

hm, i could get used to seeing this when i wake up

you grinned and when he finally stretched, you sat up stright, waiting for iwa to get up so you could slide out

but kyo was an impatient little bean and just hoisted you out of there and towards him behind the seat

‘come on. i got your bag’

he mumbled and you nodded, letting him hold your hand

lmao wait i forgot the time this is set

this is set during the 2nd inter-high okay? okay

oiks was still complaining at kyo and iwa hogging you but you didnt listen and continued walking towards the entrance, glancing around at the other teams

as usual, oiks and iwa were walking to the front bc yanno, captain and vice-captain, while you and kyo walked at the back, mainly bc you didnt want any player to stray off like kindaichi did last time and look for him for hours

kyo gripped your hand and you turned your head to look at him to see his eyes glaring at anything

you chuckled which made him look down at you, the glare slowly disappearing

‘hm, kyo-san, you should really invest in contacts. it doesnt matter if wearing glasses makes you feel like a nerd bc you still need it to see’

he scrunched his nose when you scolded him and he was about to retort when him and the team caught the whisperings of the nearby teams

‘oh my god, seijoh and the beautiful manager’

‘how old is she? i hope shes at least a second year’

‘ngh id tap that’

IM BLEEHHHHH

‘is he her boyfriend? if so, the competition isnt that hard then’

kyo growled and was about to lunge at the yellow jacketed boy but you held him back, also worriedly looking at your boys

‘seijoh, down’

you ordered and they shrunk back, opting to just glaring heatedly at the other teams

you could still feel kyo shaking at rage to them sexualizing you but your hands squeezing him and the other hand rubbing his arm helped him control it

‘dont make a scene, kyo-san. its your first competition since your suspension, right? and you love volleyball so please keep it in. i can protect myself’

you whispered but he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and continuing to glare at everyone as if he was asserting dominance

‘if they touch you-’

‘ill kick them between the legs, i know. you told me already’

you teased and he hummed in agreement

when they played, they were at ease bc the two coaches were there and they were also protective of you like their own so they wouldnt have to worry about someone to go after you

however,,

as they were warming up for the second game, you had to quickly fill up their water bottles bc they were already tired and dehydrated so you needed to fill them up

and they were all busy and you didnt want to bother them and you were going to be quick anyways so you just took the case of bottles and ran to the nearby water fountain

you were hurriedly filling them up and at your last bottle, you were about to cap it when you felt a presence behind you

he stood close and his arms snaked around your waist but you hurriedly tightened the lid and whacked him at the head with the heavy bottle

you continuously hit him and kicked him between the legs before hitting him again

‘DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN!’

you shouted and iwa and kyo were watching from the end of the hallway, panting from running so fast since they heard your shouts

okay a little flashback,

kyo was watching you from his perepharal vision and when he went up to spike, he took his eyes off of you for ONE DAMN SECOND and you nyoomed out of there

when he didnt see you anywhere, he wildly looked around and this caught the attention of the vice-captain

‘oi! kyotani! whats wrong?’

‘y/n. where is she?’

they took off running and the team was just like what

then they heard shouts and kyo knew it was you

his mad dog senses

hehe get it

he as about to tackle the guy but he saw you beat him with a water bottle and eventually taking another bottle and kicking him and hitting him with the two waters

the player cowered and scrambled to get away bc wow this girl was psycho

um no sir, she was protecting herself from hormonal testosterone filled children like you

‘YEA GO RUNNING! COME TO ME AGAIN AND ILL BEAT YOU UP HARDER! DISGUSTING! TRASH! GROSS! SCUM!’

maybe it was because the last time you were touched without consent was when you got bullied but you were definitely fighting harder and more aggressive at protecting yourself

you turned around and the rage from your eyes disappeared when you saw the two boys there

‘hey iwa-san! kyo-san! sorry, i needed to fill the water bottles!’

you grinned and placed the bottles back to the case before lugging it up

my god their eyes were shining

yep, thats my girl

when their games were over for the day, they made their way to the exit where the bus was at and you and kyo stayed behind again

you caught the eye of the guy and his team and you and kyo glared at him, both wearing a sadistic smile

UGH YALL ARE COUPLE GOALS I SWEAR

kyo even went up to him and the team shrunk leaving the guy standing there in fear at the look on his face

‘listen, i dont like it when my baby girl gets touched by filthy shite like you. so do it again, and ill chop those damn fingers of yours, got it?’

lmao he’ll come for your ankles

the guy just nodded in fear while his team were cowering at the back

you chuckled and pulled kyo to go bc as much as you liked watching this, you needed to go to the bus to go home

‘cmon, kyo, i want to go. im getting a headache from the smell of garbage’

he shifted his gaze to you and sent you a soft smile

‘okay. lets go’

hah you thought it ends there?

kyo is a dramatic little shite so he made a show of grabbing your waist and kissing your temple before flashing them a finger

oiks was tapping his foot impatiently at the bus and when you and kyo emerged from the entrace, he was about to snatch you up but kyo stood in front of you

‘EH?! KYOKEN-CHAN, I WANT TO SIT WITH Y/N-CHAN!’

‘no’

he said and didnt say anything else as he pulled you to the bus and into a two seater where you sat at the window again and he sat on the outside

‘hah? you want to sit next to me, kyo-san?’

you teased but he flushed red, hurriedly hiding in your neck

you laughed and brought a hand up to caress his nape

‘mhm’

he mumbled and you pursed your lips to hide the squeal

‘youre so cute, kyo-san’

‘not cute’

‘very cute’

‘no’

‘AM I CUTE Y/N-CHAN?’

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA’

kyoken got away from your neck and went to hit the captain

oikawa screamed

a/n: my first week of school was so weird bc we only have like 2 days and the other days are just free days bc we havent really done anything except talk about our classes but im just hating this system like ugh i actually want to go to school bc ya girl is going to a tech school and this 2-day a week is not the vibe

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gangles-toybox · 2 years ago

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...ugh(Kid One x Billy)

CW: Small amounts of internalized homophobia + light religious themes

…ugh. Kid One rubbed his left eye as he carried 2 tin cans with a string attached. He was walking to Orel’s garage for the annual making things contest. The only other person there was Billy. Honestly, he was…intimated, to say the least. His flower looked nice.

As he was looking at his flower, he was quickly reminded why he didn’t have enough time to make something competent as his eye stung with pain. His hand promptly shot to his eye, so it wouldn’t sting as much from the sunlight. He put down his tin cans as Billy looked on with concern but didn’t do much.

The two just stood there in painful silence, waiting. Then, they saw a small figure approaching and immediately recognized her as Tina. They both shot each other a look. This wasn’t fair for her, considering she was a few years younger, that is, hers. It was a cabin made out of popsicle sticks. Kid One thought it was good but not as creative as Billy’s. Either way, he knew he was fucked.

Orel soon came out with his red and blue baseball cap and his magnifying glass. “Sorry guys, I had Doughy over for dinner.” And just like that, Doughy appeared behind him. They all gave a suspicious side-eye to each other of varying amounts of confusion but shrugged it off.

Orel initially declared Billy the winner before realizing that only God could make flowers, so he ended up giving the trophy to Tina. Kid One thought it was kind of bullshit but, hey, at least he wasn’t the one cheated out of a win.

Afterward, Tina skipped away one way, and Billy and Kid One went the other. Now that Kid One thought about it, he never really talked to Billy before. Now, what to talk about?

Well, his eye decided for him, as the pain fired him up to say some…less than protestant words.

Billy stopped walking and got in front of him. “Are you ok?”

Kid One just…looked at him for a few moments, considering he was the first person to actually acknowledge his well-being.

“Uh…kinda.”

“Here, I’ll lead you to my dad’s store. He has the stuff to help you there.”

Kid One just nodded in his sudden awkwardness. Why did he feel so awkward anyways…? Sure, they never really hung out before individually but they did all hang out as a group occasionally, so it’s not like they were strangers or anything.

Before he knew it, Billy was far ahead of him. He tried to run up to him, but before that could happen, Billy stopped and started walking back to him.

“You alright?”

“Oh, yea. Just thinking.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Here.” He held onto his hand. “This way you…uh w-won’t get lost!”

Kid One felt his heart ache in his chest, but in…a good way? It was strange for sure, whatever this…condition was. “Ok…”

They walked to his dad’s shop. Oddly enough though, Billy decided to take the long route to it, to hold his hand longer. Not that Kid One knew any of this, of course.

Soon enough, though, they saw Sal’s corner store in front of them. Billy walked ahead of him and opened the door.

Mr. Figurelli looked at the door as the bell rang. “Hey, sport, what brings you in today? Cat cleaning’s on Saturdays.”

“Oh, it’s nothing about them.” He walked to the counter, still holding onto his hand.

“Hot tamales! The ice packs are in that aisle.” He pointed off somewhere. “Do you think you can treat him?”

Billy smiled. “Of course!”

His dad smiled at him. “Well, make sure to do it somewhere else, I don’t want people coming in and seeing…that. No offense, kid.”

“None taken.” Kid One mumbled. It was bad enough to never really be acknowledged by anybody, but it’s worse to effectively be called an eyesore.

Billy walked to the aisle that had the icepack, considering he’s stocked shelves before, he news where everything is. Kid One awkwardly leaned on the counter, waiting on him.

Once he got the ice pack, he went up to the counter to pay for it.

“On the house.”

“Gee, thanks, dad!” Billy smiled and went outside with Kid One. He again held his hand tenderly. Kid One was getting the contained nervousness consume his body once again. He didn’t know exactly why he was feeling this way. Truthfully, he’s never felt this about anybody, nonetheless a boy. He pondered why God was making him feel this way around Billy. Maybe it was just so he would grow closer to him? Hard to say, he wondered.

Before his thoughts could continue, though, the two of them went into Billy's house.

"It looks…" Kid One started, looking around at the horrible plain beige walls, the tasteless 'Live, Laugh, Love' sign, and the sickly stray cat that were in the middle of being cleaned, he assumed. Then, he looked at Billy. "...beautiful."

“Thank you, your house is beautiful too.”

Kid One looked away somberly. As of a few weeks ago, he wasn’t parent-less anymore, but they were still filling out the paperwork, so his new dad couldn’t exactly take him to the first home he would know.

“Yea…”

Billy brought him over to the couch and sat down, motioning for him to do the same. He turned to face the ginger and pressed the ice pack on his eye gently.

“Thanks but uh, you know I can hold it myself, right?” Kid One asked.

He smiled. “Your hands will get cold, silly.”

“I’ll be fine…” He hated to sound rude to the person who was helping him, but it was a painfully awkward situation to be in, especially with the two of them being so close.

Billy shrugged, just happy to be there in the moment with him. He didn’t know exactly what he felt every time he was with him, but he wasn’t going to question God, especially for how rare good is to find in Moralton.

“So…who are you bringing to the arms length dance next week?” Kid One asked.

He thought about it before responding. “Hmm…I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it. I don’t like any of the girls.”

“Me neither. Even if I did, it’s not like I could dance with any of them.”

Billy smiled. “I can teach you.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Well, that is, if your eye feels better.”

“Oh, uh, yea.” He stood up, setting the ice pack down, despite the fact his eye was still stinging a little.

Billy went over to the radio and turned the dials until he got a song that would be played at a dance like the one they would be attending. Specifically, I’ll Never Smile Again by Frank Sinatra.

“What is this song?” Kid One pondered as he walked closer to the radio, beside Billy.

Billy smiled. “A romantic song! It’ll be fun.” He interlocked their fingers together on both of their hands.”

Kid One’s face sparkled as bright as his hair. He stayed still, not knowing what to do and desperately not wanting to mess up, considering his newfound…appreciation…for Billy. Despite his odd concoction of feelings in his stomach, he didn’t slip his hands away.

Billy smiled, it was cute to see him in such a state. “Now when I take a step in one direction, you take a step in the same direction, ok?”

Kid One nodded, seemingly so he wouldn’t say anything idiotic around him. But…why did he care if he looked stupid around him?” He knows he isn’t, well, not as much as Tommy, that’s for sure. But still, he never had such worries about Orel, Joe, Tommy or the rest of the gang.

As strange as he felt, he did as he was instructed. They were swaying softly together in the wind as one. After a few minutes, it felt…weirdly normal? Well, as normal as a situation as this can get, I suppose. It was like a controlled amount of chaos. It felt nice.

However, this was still a fairly platonic dance. How was he going to dance with a girl like this? Unless he wanted to get friend-zoned.

“Hey uh…” Kid One started as the next song began to strum softly in the distance. “Is there any…other, more…romantic dances we could do?”

Billy smiled just a little bit, but that was enough to pierce itself through Kid One’s heart, just another reason on the growing list on why he liked him as much as he did. “You…want to romantically dance with me?”

“I-uh…” Kid One started turning every shade of red imaginable, and it clearly showed as his face looked equivalent to that of the reddest rose. He didn’t even know if he wanted to dance with him or learn from him. All he knew was what he felts not that he could articulate an answer from his Lego-like heart scattered all around.

Billy giggled, “Here.” He outstretched their left arms and placed his head on his chest.

Kid One still felt panicked beyond all reasonable doubt, if this was gay, if he was going against God, if anybody would find them and what they would do to them if they did, why out of all people Billy was the one he would give up the world for. But he also felt…a release of pressure, he could be his authentic self around him. It felt nice. He concluded that was the only reason he felt so strongly toward him, that he could be himself around him. He knew that wasn’t the whole truth, but he wanted to focus on the one he loved, nothing more, nothing less.

As they were swaying silently, other than the distant hum of the radio and the beating of their hearts, they headed the crack of the front door opening. Billy quickly got off of him and sat on the couch. Kid One followed his lead, sitting right beside him.

Mr. Figurelli walked through the door, with an envelope of money.

Billy popped up from the couch, turning around to see his dad. “How was work today, pop?”

He smiled. “Pretty good you know that dance is coming up pretty soon. Got any lucky ladies lining up around the block to ask you out yet?”

“Daaaadd!” He said, giggling.

Mr. Figurelli walked over to him, scruffing up his hair. “What? I’m surprised. But you should go, that’s how I met your mother.” He smiled, remembering the good times. “We were exiled out of the dance at the same time, that’s when I knew it was destiny.” He looked over to Kid One. “Your little buddy is still here?”

“Oh! Yea, we uh had some fun with the radio.” He said, fidgeting with his fingers.

“That’s why it was playing when I walked in, figured I left it on.”

Kid One stood up awkwardly, he didn’t really know what else to do. “Thanks for the care, Billy, and nice to meet you Mr. Figurelli.”

He started to go for the door when Billy came up behind him to wish him goodbye. They walked into the front yard. They didn’t dare speak a word to each other for a few moments, just trying to process what just happened, until Billy started.

“It was really fun…” What would you even call this interaction? A date? A dance session? Hanging out? “…to see you. We should do this more often.”

Kid One nodded in agreement as Billy looked around carefully, to make sure nobody would hear or see them. He leaned in and said “I like you.”

Kid One was surprised but found himself saying “I like you too", which was the truth, just a hard one to admit.

Billy smiled and waved goodbye and headed back inside. Kid One was left with a flurry of emotions, but at least he would hang out with him again, hopefully soon.

As he headed back to an abandoned building he could call home for the time being, he realized his eye had stopped stinging, completely. Maybe he didn’t need an ice pack.

Maybe Billy was his medicine all along.

The end

#kidone #kid #one #billy figurelli #figurelli #billy #billy x kid one #fanfic #fluff #hurt/comfort #moral orel #moral #orel #lucyfanficz

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five-rivers · 4 years ago

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I:"So why?" D:*sigh*"Would you believe me if I said it's because I'm an idiot?" I:*doubtful* T:"Actually, THIS part checks out." D:*flatly*"Thanks, Toshi. You're a real friend." T:*raises eyebrow*"Exhibit A: The dustbin incident." D:"YOU PROMISED NOT TO TALK ABOUT THAT!"

Izuku had some expectations when he opened the door to Aizawa-sensei’s apartment.�� Namely, he expected Eri to be in the apartment. Just Eri, because he had been asked last-minute to look after her by Aizawa-sensei who’d been called away by a hero emergency.

Now, Eri was in the apartment. Which was good. Izuku was always slightly paranoid about leaving Eri alone for any length of time.

Less good was-

“You!” shouted Izuku, pointing.

“Uh,” said Danny Fenton, who was, for some reason, kneeling in front of Eri holding a large flower. “I can explain?” he said.

“Deku!” said Eri, bouncing on the couch. “Danny’s teaching me about my quirk!”

“Or she can explain. That’s good, too.”

Izuku hit the ‘time traveler panic button’ and frowned at Fenton. Fenton waved.

“So, uh. You probably have questions. Have you seen Banjo-san yet?”

“Do you know All for One?”

“I met him. Once. Not really my best decision. And before you say anything, I know that what I said to you and what Kazuki-san showed you about that is different.”

“Yeah? And why is that?” asked Izuku, cautiously approaching. He wanted to be between Eri and Fenton, but there wasn’t any way he could do that subtly.

“Deku?” asked Eri.

“Don’t worry,” said Fenton. “I just worry him. Here.” He handed Eri the flower, and stepped away, almost to the other side of the apartment, between the kitchen counter and a table with a vase with decaying flowers in it. “Would you believe me if I said it was because I’m dumb?”

Izuku, mindful of the new space, put himself in front of Eri. He almost wanted to take her and run, but he wasn’t sure what Fenton was capable of.

“Actually,” said Toshinori-san, pushing the ajar door open the rest of the way, “that part checks out.”

“Thanks Toshinori-kun, you’re a real friend,” said Fenton, flatly. “Who’s with you?”

Toshinori-san frowned, glancing at someone behind the doorframe. “The dustbin incident, for example,” he said.

“Oh, come on, you promised not to talk about that! It wasn’t even my fault.” Fenton tilted his head. “Normally, I’d guess Sorahiko-kun was behind there, but he’s too short now... And that doesn’t feel like his quirk. Something to do with truth?”

Toshinori-san glanced to the side and shrugged. “Might as well,” he said.

Detective Tsukauchi stepped into the apartment.

Izuku had hoped Toshinori-san would bring someone a little more suitable for a fight.

“You can call me Detective Tsukauchi. Although, I suppose you already knew that, being a time traveler.”

“That’s not really how this works,” said Fenton.

“Then how does it work?”

Fenton looked back at Izuku. “It’s related to the whole ‘I’m dumb’ thing from earlier. It’s, ah.” He glanced at Eri and then Detective Tsukauchi. “The person that we were talking about, the one who the discrepancy was about, I didn’t realize they were the same person until later.”

“How can you know so much about One for All, and not that?”

“My boss is the one that has all the answers, not me.”

“That’s a lie.”

Fenton frowned. “Well, I guess... It would be better to say Clockwork has all the answers, not me. He’s not really my boss.”

Detective Tsukauchi nodded. Izuku made note of the name. It was clearly an alias, but he doubted they’d get anything more concrete from Fenton.

“So what is your relationship?” asked Toshinori-san.

“He’s... sort of my guardian. My mentor.” Fenton shrugged. “It’s a long story and not relevant. The thing is, everything is a lesson with him. As much as this is a learning experience for you, it’s a learning experience for me.”

“When did you first meet All for One?” demanded Izuku.

“Ah... From my perspective? About a month before I met Toshinori-kun. I didn’t realize it at the time, thought. I thought that when I joined Toshinori-kun’s school was my first time in this timeline.”

“And what did you do?”

Fenton made a face. “The details of that aren’t safe. But, um, the basics are that I got lost, someone asked me for help, and I gave it.”

“Not safe for who?” asked Detective Tsukauchi.

“You guys, mostly. I can always just not come back.”

“Did this Clockwork send you to All for One as well?” asked Toshinori. His tone was bland and even, but Izuku could tell that there was a lot of anger behind his eyes.

“I- Look. I will answer that, just... Let me say a few things first?” Fenton’s hands, still in a half-raised position, twitched in an aborted gesture. “First, I genuinely mean no harm to anyone here. I don’t think Clockwork does, either. Second... Midoriya-san, did you think about what I asked you, last time? Why Toshinori-kun’s shape changed when he was using One for All, but yours doesn’t?”

Izuku bit his lip, wondering if he should answer. He’d talked about it with Toshinori-san a few times, but he’d never said the explanation he’d come up with out loud.

But his curiosity was a bit too great to resist.

“It was his quirk, wasn’t it?” he asked. “One for All made him develop his own quirk.”

“Bingo,” said Fenton. “I mean, you did talk to Banjo-san, right? At this point?”

Izuku nodded, slowly.

“Great. Like, because of that, you might be able to do the shapeshifting eventually, but, more importantly, you can’t move in that space, can you? When you can...”

“That body,” said Izuku, “it’s not me, it’s my quirk being put together.”

“Basically, yeah.”

Had this been a year ago, Izuku would have been thrilled. Now, however... He really had enough on his plate.

“You know what it’s going to be, don’t you?”

“I have guesses,” said Fenton. “But, no, I don’t know.”

“You said you’d answer my question,” said Toshinori-san.

“Right. Yes. Well.” Fenton took a deep breath. “I don’t know.”

“If he sent you to that time-” started Toshinori.

“I don’t know if it was even him that did that part,” said Fenton. “He might have, but he usually gives me a warning. No. It’s... ugh. Here.” He reached over to the vase and plucked out one of the flowers. Light warped oddly around it and his hand, and when everything was clear again, the dahlia was as vibrant as it had been the day it was picked. “Eri and Clockwork aren’t the only ones with time powers.” He smiled at the little girl who was still hiding behind Izuku. “Mine works a little differently, though.”

“You do have multiple quirks, then,” said Toshinori-san. “What did you do, to get All for One to give you them?”

“I didn’t get anything from him,” said Fenton, sharply, “except for a promise that he broke basically immediately.” He muttered something under his breath. “My powers- I’m not even sure they can be called a quirk.”

Izuku couldn’t help but look at Tsukauchi, who looked... confused. But not like he was being lied to.

“I didn’t get them from anybody, I wasn’t born with them, they weren’t inherited. I didn’t have them until I was fourteen. They were an accident. Like I told you I’m not from this timeline. There are no quirks in my timeline, and only two other people even remotely like me, and-” He took a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m ranting. I have to go, soon, your teacher is almost back. Last question.”

“Why are you here?” asked Izuku. It was probably stupid, considering the two adults in the room.

“Um. I thought that was obvious? To help Eri with her quirk. It would be really irresponsible of me to leave things like they were.” He gave Eri a thumbs up. “Don’t forget, little sister, it isn’t a curse. And it’ll be a while, a long while, but you’ll get to meet Clockwork, and it’ll be super coo-”

“And... He’s gone,” said Izuku, sagging.

“At least we learned more?” said Toshinori-san.

“I-”

Aizawa-sensei skidded into the room. “What,” he demanded, “happened?”

Eri tugged on Izuku’s pant leg. “Deku? What’s One for All?”

Toshinori-san blanched. Izuku felt all the blood drain from his face.

This was going to be a problem.

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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I'm sorry about that! Its okay don't worry, if you don't mind I'd wanna ask for the same requests but with kenma and koganegawa?

“you’re so cute, bunny”

pairing: kanji koganegawa x female reader

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1600+

a/n: hi, i decided to do just the koganegawa one due to having never written for him and i thought a cute little headcanon would be cute to do

summary: in which you’re the personification of a bunny and koganegawa falls in love with you

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Love at first sight, this man would see you walk past the gym and fall in love.

He’d run, I don't mean like a creepy run though, like he’d sprint and do that little jog at the end and just peak his head out of the gym doors, staring at you walk away.

Definitely shout something to you, on sight you flinch from his shouting, refusing to turn around.

Sad boy, he will get all sad at how you didn't even turn around.

He won't see you again until a week later when you’re coming out from the library, he just watches you, making sure that you’re okay. That's when he hears the lightning and watches how you jump in fright. He sees a fear run through you before you run back into the library.

He fell in love just watching your interactions with loud noises, a drop of books that would pass you, you’d twitch. He made sure your flinching wasn't due to abuse asking your friends about it, who told him how you just hated loud noises since you were kid, and you were walking past a concert.

Heart warms, he just had to talk to you again, this time he’s quieter.

You obviously knew the first-year setter, having been to a couple of their games with your friends. Volleyball was interesting and you couldn't lie, you could tolerate the loud shouting and join in with the cheers.

Baby walks up to you, a smile on his face and you give him a look of such admiration. Your eyes in a wonder just staring at his lips as he spoke to you, the only thing you’d hear is numbers.

You’d instantly give it and in a matter of weeks you both had planned on a date.

Adorable little picnic date, away from others and loud noises. Just the two of you in your happy place, and when it starts raining, he’d pick you up and run with the basket and you through the rain and into the shop.

Would definitely kiss you on the first date, he just already knows you’re the one.

Start of the sweetest relationship possible, he will always hold your hand and show you off.

Whenever it starts raining, he will stay inside until it stops and walk you home.

I swear being in a relationship would be the cutest thing possible, every time you both have to part, he’d give you the softest kiss and the biggest hug.

You’d definitely shout at games just for him, even if you hated loud noises, you’d be the loudest one there, just shouting his name.

He’d give you the brightest smile and set just for you. It would actually be a good set as well that Aone wouldn't miss.

Would call you bunny, you just remind him of one with your jump scares and just how adorable you are.

After every game, he’d watch you run up to him, his arms out for you and praise you for your support, he’d definitely be like “you’re so cute, bunny” with the widest grin possible.

All in all, a relationship between you two is just two adorable babies loving and being with each other.

You waited patiently outside the park that Koganegawa had sent you, it looked peaceful, cute even. The white skirt encased your thighs and the pastel shirt you wore helping to ease the summer breeze, you stood with your phone in your hand. Stomach churning, at a loss, you had admired him ever since he first spoke to him, the way he sauntered towards you with a confession at hand. Now here you are a couple weeks later, waiting for a date he had asked for a week ago.

“Hey Y/n, you weren't waiting long right?” You turned around to meet his eyes, he stared, looking at every intricate detail of your body and clothes. You were perfect and he was a mess on sight, your voice making him think again.

“Ugh, not that long.” You smiled walking closer to him.

He scratched the back of his head, hiding the blush that was forming from just seeing you, “you look really n...nice.”

“Thanks, so what’s the plan?” He gave a gleam from having prepared everything the prior night, he pulled out the basket from behind his back.

“I thought of a picnic, because it's...summer.” You nod at him, he stared at your hands softly putting his own out. You look down to see his much longer fingers than your own, taking it as he tried to suppress the pure joy, he was getting from holding your hand.

He took you to the far back, talking about how he used to come here when he was a kid. You listened intrigued with how he could easily talk about anything, the way he spoke about a section that was hidden away from everybody else. Where the two of you could be away from others without their disturbance.

You looked around, the flowers blooming out around the land. It was perfect, better than any of the other dates you’d been on, the consideration and care that the boy had put into it. To make you feel secure and safe, melted your heart. “I love it.” The grin on your face was all Koganegawa needed to grab your hand and sit you down on the blanket.

A conversation flowing, your head leaning against his thighs as you lie facing upwards. He had let you play with hind fingers, you asked about his hair, how he got into volleyball, his past and childhood. He spoke enthusiastically about it all, speaking highly of how he wanted may not think properly he’d always support his team. It melted your heart, his sheer passion to be there for his team made you just want to kiss him.

His fingers rested within your own, each vein across his hand being skimmed across with your own smaller fingers. He loved the sensation, you’d answer his questions, speaking about your own passions. But he watched as you’d get easily distracted, seeing the bees and butterflies fly through the wildlife or just his own hand would distract you.

He had loved when your head had moved to his lap, his other hand stroking your hair. If anybody had seen the sight, it would look like lovers who had been dating for years. He loved that feeling though, how at ease you both were with each other.

You both spent the rest of the afternoon together, what hadn't dawned on the boy was the mixed message of the weather. When a downpour of rain had occurred, “fuck, let me just grab everything.” He muttered, you helped him, you might hate lightning, but the rain was okay, and when with Koganegawa you almost fell in love with it.

He smiled at how you looked with the basket in your hands, “come here.” He whispered, you came with the basket in your hand, the rain drenching through your clothes and hair. His own hair getting flat, you could see through his white shirt, but he didn’t care. Instead of grabbing your waist and bringing you up to his body, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the rain.

It was a sight to say the least, the basket between the two of you, allowing it to be risky, but Koganegawa just wanted you to not get ill. He ran through the rain trying to find the nearest store for you both to wait in. He hadn't realised how you looked at him, with so much comfort, even with the cold rain hitting you. Blurring both your visions, he felt warmth from you, the way your eyes brought so much love intoxicated him.

“You’re so pretty.” You whispered leaning your head against his chest, he felt his ears grow redder. His face flustered, stumbling for his own words.

He didn't speak only trying to stop the blushing which you barely saw, your eyes fixated on his tight grip against you. He finally let go just as you both arrived inside a shop where a lot of people had congregated to get away from the rain.

He grabbed your hand taking the basket with his other, “we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” You mutter out.

“You don’t want to spend more time with me.” He pouts playfully.

You chuckle at his action, taking him to the back away from the people, you both looked through the chocolate section. He watched as you tried to choose between two flavours, “i think the nuts one would taste better.”

He couldn't even speak at your comment, just admiring you. He watched you put the two down giving a confused look at his blank stare, “Koganegawa, you okay?”

“Yeah, just…” He didn't finish his sentence, only taking your hand, he brought you past the others, a confused expression staying firm on you before you both were back in the rain. Even if it had settled down a bit, there was still a light pour occurring.

“Where are we going?” You question, he doesn't answer until you both are away from people, his lips instead smashing into your own.

You were in shock but the way his hands had moved to cup your face, your hands tugging at his hair. It was a kiss you had wanted prior, a kiss he had been craving from you. He felt like a boy who had just one first place. He was content with it all, the way a soft whine would come from your throat when he’d take a breath of air before kissing you again. The way you let his tongue slide in so easily, the way you were accepting of him, how you admired him even when he was what others would call simple minded. He had fallen in love in a matter of minutes, your first date together was the day he knew he was never letting you go.

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hollanderfangirl · 4 years ago

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Will you ever propose? |Sam Holland |

A/N: ik I haven't been writing lately but I just had this idea in my mind for a while and yes this exactly reflects my enthusiasm to get married 😂😭

Warnings: probably just crappy writing lol

You and Sam already knew that both of you were in for the long run. You casually talked about how it would be like when you both will be finally married, you discussed everything down to the details. You were so excited for your wedding, you felt frustrated that he still hadn't proposed.

“Hey remember that house you were talking about?" Sam calls you from the kitchen.

"Yeah? I decided to forget about it, it's too expensive for me"

"Why don't we buy it together? That way, it'll be easier and we can both afford it"

"Sam.. buying a house together is a huge deal. I mean a house is something which goes on for years and like passed on to generations. I don't want us arguing for full ownership in the future"

"But why would either of us want full ownership when we'll both be living in it together... forever"

"Sam, are you-"

"Hmm?" he walks into the living room, handing you a bowl of pasta.

"Is that a proposal?"

"No, darling," he laughs. "But soon, I promise"

"Will you ever propose? Now I just feel like you don't even want to marry me!" you try to be emotional, as you knew Sam always fell for it.

"It's nothing like that. You know that, y/n. I told you I'll propose this year. And exactly when you won't be expecting it," he winks at you.

You thought maybe he was waiting for your birthday or your anniversary. But both were months away. You couldn't wait anymore.

"You know what," you get down on one knee in front of him and take out the little flower ring from your index finger. "Sam Anthony Holland, will you please, for the sake of my insanity, marry me?"

"Of course I will," Sam found your eargerness to get married so cute but he knew he wanted to wait for the right opportunity to propose. "But not now, maybe sometime around this year"

"Ugh this is so stupid! I proposed, why can't we just get married already?"

"Trust me, babe. Soon," he says, making you roll your eyes.

You had given up trying to convince Sam and decided to patiently wait for your birthday or both of your anniversary, guessing which one of those days it was gonna be.

On a cold Saturday evening, you were supposed to go out with Sam for your friend's party but he called you saying he won't be able to make it.

"Hey, darling, um something came up. Mum called me saying she needs me"

"Oh alright, I'll just go with Sarah"

"I'm really sorry"

"It's fine, Sam. We can go out some other time"

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"Why are we in this stupid restaurant? There are like a hundred other better restaurants in this city" you say as you enter a deserted restaurant not too far away from your house with your friend.

"Well I thought you liked this restaurant?" Sarah says, confused.

"Why would you think that?"

"Anyway leave that, you go and find us a table and I'll be back in a minute"

"Dude, the restaurant is empty and where are the others?" you were starting to get suspicious, if this was a prank or something. But Sarah was your best friend, you knew she wouldn't do anything of that sort but you still wondered what was all this about.

"It'll be great, just trust me," she puts her hand on your shoulder and smiles. "I'll be back, ok?"

"Alright," you start to walk towards a table when all the lights in the restaurant go out and the room turns pitch black in a few moments.

"What the-" you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Sarah? Hello? Anybody?"

The lights get back on and you see Sam in front of you, down on one knee, with a small red velvet box in his hand.

You let out a small laugh. "Took you long enough, Holland"

"Well there's a right time for everything and today, is the perfect day for this," he opens the box and you see an m&m inside.

"You-" you shook your head and start to walk away, as he holds your hand.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, y/n," he laughs and takes out a diamond ring from his pocket and slips it into the ring finger of your left hand.

You had yearned for this moment for so long yet, when it was finally here, you couldn't find any words to say.

"Y/n, this.. " Sam looks around the restaurant, "this is the place where I saw you for the first time"

"Sam, what are you talking about? We've known each other since we were eight years old"

"Yes and this was where I met you for the first time. The second grade party? Remember?"

"Oh my god I-" you say, awed that he still remembered that. "I had totally forgotten about that! Yes, I remember now. I was sitting right there, all alone because I didn't know anybody here and you came up to me, asking me if I wanted to be friends," you smile at the memory.

"This place has changed a lot ever since huh?"

"Yeah and why did you choose this particular day?"

"I just chose a random day," he clicks his tongue.

"Sam you cheesy bastard you brought me to the place we first met, you wouldn't propose me on just a random day!" you laugh.

"Ok ok, today was the day when we said 'I love you' for the first time"

"How the hell do you remember that? I didn't even remember our first anniversary"

"That's because you have a bad memory, love," he chuckles. "But.. can I just get over with this? My knee is hurting"

"Yeah," you laugh.

"Well you already have the ring on, so um..y/n, the first time I saw you, I never expected to fall in love with you. You are the most unexpected and beautiful thing that ever happened to me. And I can't promise to give you everything, I can't promise you that we'll not have hard times in the future. But what I can promise you is that no matter where you are in the world, no matter how far away you are, I'll always be there for you. Whenever you'll need me. Because you were always there for me. You know me better than anyone else in this world and if there's anyone I want to spend the rest of my life with, it's you. So y/n y/l/n ... will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course I'll marry you, Sam," he gets up and takes you into his arms and you hear some familiar voices cheering from behind you.

You turn around and see all of your and his family and a few of your close friends.

"You all were in on this? Sarah?"

"You two are so cute, I couldn't say no to him. And now you have to make me your maid of honor, ok?"

"Yeah ok," you chuckle.

"So when is the wedding? We have to start planning"

"Oh it's all planned," you and Sam say in unison.

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queen-yalo · 4 years ago

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FF XV | Headcanons | Dating the Chocobros

Request: Some relationship headcanons with Chocobros? [by Anon]

A/N: I want all of them, okay? Okay. ALSO I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SOOOO LONG!! I’m slowly getting back into writing from my block. UGH writer’s block SUCKS! >_< Hope you enjoy!

Pairing(s): Gladiolus Amicitia x reader; Ignis Scientia x reader; Noctis Lucis Caelum x reader; Prompto Argentum x reader

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• Most protective boyfriendTM. Gladio always has his eyes on you, ready to defend you from anything and anyone that’s threatening you in anyway. It doesn’t even matter if you can actually fight for yourself or not - he’s gonna be there and kick some serious butt if you’re in danger or uncomfortable or whatever.

• Outdoor-dates are a must. As we know this man loooooves to be outside and he’d be thrilled if you would share this passion with him. If you’re not a huge fan of the outdoors, he appreciates it even more if you agree to go camping or hiking with him.

• As we know, he trains a lot. And sometimes he just goes a little too far and gets some injuries. so, patching him up after training or after a day out with his friends becomes a normal thing for you. A scratch here, a torn muscle there... luckily enough, he never comes home with any serious injuries.

• Gladio is a gentle giant - and actually very romantic. He’s not the type to take you out for dinner or prepare a fance candle light dinner himself. He’s more the type to build blanket forts and prepare everything for cuddly movie nights.

• He loves physical affection. He’s always touching your hand, having an arm around your waist, kissing you... there’s no stopping him. Not even in public. He doesn’t mind the stares. He loves showing everybody that you belong to him. ♥

• Ignis is such a gentleman. He always makes sure you are comfortable, he pampers and compliments you at every chance he gets.

• He will prepare you three meals every day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner - no excuses, no discussions. Sometimes you’re allowed to join him in the kitchen and help him with preparing your meals - but usually when he’s cooking, the kitchen is off limits for you (or anybody for that matter).

• He will get you a gift every week! It could be flowers, sweets, a book you wanted to read, a game you wanted to play, your favorite pastries (which he made himself of course), a new necklace, earrings... he will never fail to surprise you. 10/10 would marry, including me.

• Ignis is - without a doubt - the best listener on the planet. Not only does he listen to your venting or rambling... but he also makes sure he understands why certain things bother you and asks before he gives you any kind of advice. He also doesn’t judge you. He wants to hear everything you have to say, encourages you to talk to him about anything you want and he wants you to trust him.

• He’s a textbook-romantic. Long and hot baths after a stressful day, the tub surrounded by candles? Yup. Candle-light dinner (homemade of course!) for your anniversary? Got that. Cuddling on the couch for hours on end, in dim lighting, watching crappy movies and binge-eating snacks? Absolutey. Speaking of cuddles... he loves them. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the morning, at night or in a rare quiet minute of his day. No further explanation needed.

• Fishing dates! Fishing dates! Fishing dates! There’s nothing better than spending the day far away from any other human being, somewhere in the wilderness at a quiet lake, watching your boyfriend fish... is there?

• Prepare for an endless array of events, galas, balls, ceremonies... you’re dating the Prince of Lucis and people expect you and him to get married sometime in the future. They basically already view you as their queen.

• You definitely have your own personal guard(s). Noctis doesn’t want anything to happen to you so when you go out into the city, meet your friends, whatever - you will have at least one shadow following you at all times.

• Regular tea dates with Regis! When Noctis is training with Gladio or working with Ignis on some paperwork, you and Regis will have tea (or coffee, whatever you prefer). Regis wants to get to know his son’s girlfriend aka future daughter-in-law. He likes you and he approves of your relationship. (And i also feel like having tea with Regis would be so much fun, he seems like a really nice man. ;-;)

• Sleeping in whenever possible. And cuddling while doing so. Noctis is a very heavy sleeper too, so once you’re in his arms there’s no escape. He will not let go of you unless you wake him up. Koala-mode level 499. He has almost perfected it. Almost.

• 10/10 supportive boyfriend. Doesn’t matter what it is that you’re doing - Prompto is there to support you and cheer you on. Whole-heartedly. He’s not faking it. He genuinly believes in you and wants to see you succeed.

• Prompto does that thing that animals do sometimes when they want attention. He pokes you with his nose. You’re reading a book and he wants cuddles. He gets reeeeeaaaal close, puts his head on your shoulder... and then rubs his nose on your cheek gently, until you get the hint. Don’t be mad at him pls, he’s just a very soft and shy boi. ;-;

• You’re his No. 1 Model! He constantly takes pictures of you. Whether you’re posing for him or just doing everyday things, it doesn’t matter. He thinks you look perfect on every single picture and he wants to keep them all. But - being the wonderful, loving, supportive boyfriend he is - he lets you look through all the pics and deletes the ones you really hate.

• He teaches you how to properly use a gun. Just in case. He would never want you to go on hunts and he hopes you never have to use a gun. But... just in case something bad happens, he wants to make sure you can protect yourself if necessary.

• He loooooves playing with your hair. Whether it’s short, long or a wig... it’s just so intimate and therapeutic for him, he can’t stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers through your hair (braiding it, if possible). Another thing that he really loves are imperfections. Whenever he feels like you struggle with something concerning your body, he makes sure to give some extra love to that bodypart. Kissing stretchmarks or scars, running his hands over “jiggly” areas, etc. He just.... loves you. So much. ALL of you. Including your imperfections. Or rather... especially your imperfections.

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blonde-toddy · 4 years ago

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Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 8

So the finale is here.

And baby do we need some resolutions.

This one is titled "After the Rain"

I hope that's a good thing.

Couples montage then lonely Violet. She was blissfully in love with her husband, that's for sure. 8 facking kids worth.

Yes Simon and Daphne are a love match....but they are ripping my heart out right now.

Why are they being so cold?!?!

Way to reference the ruse Daphne. Ugh.

I'm glad that King Granville is here.

Yes push those assholes together.

That shoulder touch. See, irresistible. They are all about each other.

The very picture of devotion, indeed.

Benny and Eloise!!!!

She's wearimg that ugly neck thing again.

No Benny, she thinks Delacroix is Whistledown.

What?!?! Francesca is coming back.

Oh Marina you still pregnant.

Now you shipping Penelope and Colin. That's not weird or anything seeing as you were ready to trap his ass.

Something is amiss!

For Violet to be so wise with her sons, she's awfully thick when it comes to Daphne. I just don't understand.

Daphne is done done done with Violets advice.

I ain't mad at her.

Aww Portia is trying to finesse her way back in. Violet can't stand her.....

Okay Daphne! Let's just hand out all kinds of forgiveness today.

Oh shit. Sir Crane!

Daphne and Portia are GONE!

Ooooh her beloved is dead dead dead.

Yeah girllllllll. All that time you thought he abandoned you. And he was at war.....shit.

What a pill.

I'm glad Daphne has some kind of friend.

Daphne and Marinas storylines are kind of bizarrely parallel.

Jesus Eloise, wtf!

Awww she's trying to save her friend.

I don't think Delacroix is Whistledown.

Oh this is so uncomfortable.....Benny on the low shit.

That shoulder shrug was cute.

"Lock. The door "

Where you going Daphne....what you doing?

Your Graces.

Awww Daphne is still trying.

Damn Simon if she deserves it, step up and give it to her.

Will and Alice ❤

Aw shit Will took Featheringtons bait.

This can't be good.

The deed to the crib?!

This man is out of his mf mind.

Stop it with Anthony and Sienna already!

Simon knows Will is up to something..........

Oh shit he's still there.

Marina you better marry him.

You a damn fool.

Good luck.....you're missing tf out I think.

Right, Portia, right.

Oh she definitely still pregnant.

What are you looking for Daphne?

Ooooh she found the letters he wrote to his father.

And she's reading the mfs.

Oh man.

Yeah girl. It's fucking awful.

Here we go again with hoe ass Anthony.

Under the bleachers. Okay you freaks.

And Will throws the fight.

Featherington is so full of shit and those bookies know he played them. That is going to go horribly. I guaranfuckingtee it.

Simon knows whats up....but he's in no position to judge ANYBODY right now.

Daphne getting serious insight.

I appreciate the relationship between Daphne and Lady Danbury.

She needs someone to be straight with her.

She's giving that mother-in-law type advice and I love it.

You really out here judging him Simon.

Will fucked up but he's still right! Worry about your wife and your life! What's this really about?!

Oh Portia...don't get too excited.

That shits coming back around.

Breakfast together. Is this progress?

Daphne has a peace about her.

She ain't giving up on her man.

To Bridgerton House they go to see Dear Francesca.

Simon is so charming. He is duplicitous af!

Suddenly everyone is just cool with everything. Okay.

Must be the edibles.

Yes girl, look at your hot husband. He is impressive.

Um. Eloise. I think you're wrong boo.

Everybody doesn't have the advantages you have homie! I'm glad Penelope checks her when she gets on that high horse.

Simon with the kiddos just laying it on thick for my girl Daph. Teasing the fuck out of her.

Even Anthony looks all proud and shit.

Delacroix still finds away to shade Portia and it's hilarious.

He lost her mf dowry.

Yes Marina. The bun is still in the oven.

Hastings house is lavish af!

Gawd that picture.

This is not the end. No. No. No.

I share in the doctors exasperation.

Idk what the fuck has happened to Anthony to turn him on his head like this.

Ok mf! You know what, take Sienna to the ball.

Finally giving her the love she deserves from you.

Oh look at these assholes looking at themselves.

"You wound me."

She's light roasting him again and it's lovely.

Come on my babies. Get it together. Y'all are precious.

Also if I ever marry, I want a regal ass portrait like that.

She wants to dance with her man. Same, girl. I want to, and I want you to, too.

Oh we have classic bantering Simon and Daphne.

Come. On. Already.

Fix it.

Fuck....the way they look at each other.

Welp. Party time.

Noooo not one LAST dance.

Ok Will flexed for his baby.

Simon still looking all judgy. Man you better get your own house in order.

Eloise is a living doll, but she's not here for the fellas just yet....or maybe ladies. Or maybe nothing at all. We'll see with her. Just not yet.

I appreciate the evolution of her and Daphnes relationship.

Aww Mr. Finch.

Portia flexing. "The Duchess extended an invitation, personally." She made sure they knew how connected she was.

They're still roasting her wack ass husband though. But fuck him.

Yep he's fucked.

Wtf does Benny do at these balls?

Awe Colin and Penelope.

Penelope bout to confess.

Well Colin killed that. Like dead in the water.

Ya boy is going to Greece.

Sorry Pen. The confession must wait.

Shes devastated. Hell nah she ain't dancing.

Oh Eloise...now is not the time.

Eloise got all that tea!!!!

Hold up this footman looks cheeky. More of him maybe.

Anthony bout to scoop his lady......SIKE.

Sienna pitting an end to this shit.

Anthony you've let her down one too many times.

And Sienna apparently has no desire to put on airs.

Are you sorry though?

And wtf do you do now?

Toss the flowers. Check.

Aww she saved Whistledown.

What a peach.

Come on assholes. Look at y'all looking at each other.

And he still plans on leaving.

Lady Danbury out here dropping wisdom. Listen, Simon, listen!

I honestly do think it's different for them. I think it's different for everyone.

Oh Daphne, Violet is dropping hot ones this time.

What a fucking pep talk.

And now they dance!!!!!

Its that slo-mo smoldering stare for me.

More rain?!

Daphne letting that shit wash her worries away. Go girl.

I mean y'all are cute but this is Daphne and Simons moment.

Cheers to the cane of Lady Danbury.

Danbury put everyone out. Her matchmaking and scheming never end.

At least Simon stayed in the rain with her.

Look at them.....

She told him bout the letters!!!!

Idk man. This love confession is on par with "I burn for you."

She wants to stay with you and love you every day. Man you have a rider. Y'all have dragged each other through the shits. Y'all need this rain.

But there's this lovely thing called a choice.

You really just gonna let her walk away this time and NOT follow her?!

Fucking hell.

Meanwhile at Featherington house.

Oh fuck.

Lord Featherington is dead. I knew that shit was going to blow up.

Fuck. Poor Portia.

Daphne just chilling.

Oh. Ok. Here comes the Duke.

Oh come on Simon. Yes you do. You know EXACTLY what to do.

Nothing else matters when y'all tangled up in them sheets.

They are just so tender!

Yes! Take it to the bed.

Daphne kissing on Simons neck and wanting to give him pleasure and affection >>>>>>>>

A million times over. Its fucking hot. Look at her honing her skillset.

Ride the mf girl!

Ok then! Flip that ass!!!

Out here long stroking the fuck out of her. Got dang.

Oh now you bout to hit that ecstacy.

Is a "congratulations" or "good job" in order?

These beautiful assholes!!!!

I just love them.

All this build up for Simon to ejaculate inside Daphne....but so worth it.

Awww poor Penelope.....

Eloise is convinced Whistledown is Delacroix.

I do love Portia.

Her and Marina grew to an understanding I think.

Marina girl, I think you're making a wise choice marrying your baby daddys brother. Just saying.

Who tf inheriting the Featherington Estate? And have we met them?

Hyacinth is forever in my heart.

Simon and Daphne got that glowwwwww.

Awwe Anthony is all broken up over Sienna.

Ahh yes Anthony, a loving union is the problem. I'm ready for your drama Hoe.

Aha! I knew Delacroix wasn't Whistledown.

Ooooh Eloise!

And you saved her ass.

Really?!?! Pen?!

I can see it a bit.

Aww Daphne is having a baby!!! She got her wish!!!

Simon looks equal parts terrified and amazed.

Aw yall keeping the alphabetical name tradition. How fucking cute.

But you know what, I'm here for it and I find myself satisfied.

And also thirsty!

That's why I went right back and started the series right over again. Yes I did. And I'm proud of that.

Now I will start the books and obsess about season 2.

What a beautiful much needled ride during these times. I feel alive again.

#bridgerton #bridgerton reaction #the duke of hastings #simon bassett #the duchess of hastings #daphne bridgerton #simon x daphne #daphne x simon #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #violet bridgerton #portia featherington #penelope featherington #marina thompson #lady danbury #lady whistledown #mr granville

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garlic dread | milo & nell

TIMING: the middle of spring, before the portals opened. PARTIES: @wickedmilo & @nelllraiser. SUMMARY: milo just wants to help nell with her plants, but nell has other plans.

With spring coming into its prime, Nell’s garden had been thriving in addition to her greenhouse. During the time she’d been struggling to pay off her hospital debt, watching the numbers of new flowers in her garden dwindle had been one of the hardest cutbacks, the blooms and otherwise being one of her simpler joys in life. But now that her father had paid off the hospital without the witch’s permission, it meant that she was able to spend a little more money than usual on some new little plants and the like. Which was how she found herself walking home with a plethora of green and leafy friends in her arms, barely able to see over the lot of them as she made her way out of the plant nursery. She was nearly out of eyeshot from the other townies— which meant she was only steps away from being able to freely use her magic when another person caught the corner of her eye. Where the hell had he come from? She was instantly annoyed despite the fact that the young man couldn’t have any inkling of his unintentional meddling. Hopefully with any luck he’d disappear soon enough of his own accord, and then she’d be able to hover her new plants home with minimal effort. Another look towards the guy had her brow scrunching up in thought. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place why.

Milo wasn’t sure he would ever get used to smelling people before he saw them. It was a strange, and uncomfortable instinct. Usually he discovered he wasn’t alone through sight, or through sound. The regular ways. But when the fresh scent of vegetation and potted soil managed to reach him on the evening breeze, he glanced upwards, curious to see where it was coming from. There was a woman on the other side of the road, walking towards him with her arms full. He could only assume she was an avid gardener, nobody else would buy quite so much when they knew they needed to carry it home. For a while, he was too distracted by her plants to pay any real attention to her face, but as she grew closer he began to recognise her from high school. What was her name? Was it Penelope? He felt sure it was, but he also had a feeling nobody ever actually called her that. Jeez, it was so difficult remembering back on a time where he had barely been present. Always high, or on the verge of inebriation. If somebody wasn’t his friend, they faded away almost immediately after graduation. Regardless, it felt rude not to offer his help. He had been meeting so many people from his past, as of late. This could be an opportunity to make a new friend, somebody who didn’t know what a mess he was. “Hey!” He called from where he was standing across the road, there were no cars, so he knew she would have no trouble hearing him. “Any chance you want some help?”

Highschool maybe? Was it highschool that she knew him from? Nell didn’t really want to ask, not when she was trying to hurry home, and get this guy out of her hair so that she could get her magic up and going. “Yeah- no thanks,” she dropped her reply quickly, taking on a fairly dismissive tone, hoping he’d catch the hint and leave her alone. Still...it was nagging her that she couldn’t place his face. It was definitely from highschool, but she’d had barely a handful of friends back then, and everyone else knew well enough to just leave her alone. Even though the normies couldn’t have known she was actually a witch, that didn’t stop the age-old fear of things they didn’t understand from settling in when it came to Nell Vural.

At first, they’d been taught it by their parents at the hands of a disastrous childhood birthday party where a kindergarten aged Nell had accidentally summoned a swarm of Wolpertingers out of her birthday cake. From then on, all it’d taken for her schoolmates to avoid her was a couple of violent altercations born of shitty people and her temper, and a few more mystic incidents for them to steer clear and whisper behind her back. But they’d had no problems coming to her when they wanted something more salacious, hook-ups underneath and bleachers and in empty classrooms. Apparently it had been fine enough to screw the creepy magic girl, just not get on her nerves or be her friend.

Milo faltered as Penelope turned down his offer, both surprised and irritated by the way she casually brushed him off. He was trying to be friendly, not to mention the fact that he recognised her from high school. She had every right to say no, of course. But he felt like he had decent grounds to be annoyed. If anything, it was an opportunity for good company, a mutual opportunity. Crossing the road without looking, confident he would hear any cars if they got too close, he raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m going to assume you have no idea who I am.” He half teased. “But I swear I’m not a creeper about to follow you home. Come on, let me help.” He gestured to the plants in her arms, knowing he didn’t need to point out how overwhelmed she was by her load. “I’m trying this new thing where I’m not an asshole, you know? This would really help my credibility.”

Nell. The name came back to him suddenly, along with the reputation she had once managed to build for herself. He had stayed largely out of her way, watching her arguments in the corridor from afar, listening when people whispered about her while making no move to acknowledge the rumours. Honestly, anybody willing to say ‘fuck you’ to societal standards and enjoy sex for what it was had his respect. But it made him wonder why he had never gotten to know her back then. Given what was so often said, she seemed very much like his kind of person. Had she changed since? He definitely had, in more ways than one. “Nell, right?” He asked, unable to help himself. “It’s Milo… Summers. I used to hang around with Kyle.” He had no idea whether she even knew who Kyle was, but given they had both spent most of their days filling the boy’s bathroom with smoke, he figured she had probably heard of him.

To be honest, Nell didn’t entirely mind if some random guy from highschool got caught in the crossfire of her impatience— especially when she was over eager to get home, and get her plants all settled in. Was it rude? Probably. Would she ever see the guy again, and did she really care when she hadn’t even known him well enough to properly attach a name to face? Probably not. She simply raised a brow as he confirmed that no- she couldn’t quite place him within the confines of her highschool memories. “I’m not worried about you following me home.” It most likely wouldn’t turn out great for someone anyway if they decided to follow a girl back to the house where three witches, a reanimated corpse, and a literal demon dog lived. He was trying not to be an asshole? Why did she have to be a part of that when she just wanted to get home as fast as possible?

Popping her mouth open to give him another denying reply bordering on rude, surprise flit over her face when he managed to remember her name— which quickly turned to intrigue as he mentioned the name Milo in conjunction with Kyle. Oh shit, this was Milo. The same Milo that had been hanging around the werewolf during the time he’d been turned. Along with his name came a few more vague memories from her school days, finally recalling him to be someone along the lines of a stoner who was often in detention. “Oh- Milo, right,” her expression instantly shifted into one that was much more open now that she realized he was actually someone she wanted to talk to. “That’s funny- I was actually just talking to Kyle the other day, and he mentioned you.” Milo didn’t need to know that it had been in the middle of Nell’s moonsitting. Ugh, she supposed this meant she should let him carry a couple things. “Sorry- I was just excited to get home.” She could be perfectly amiable when she wanted something, and she definitely wanted to know more about Kyle during his days around being bitten.

Milo could pinpoint the exact moment Nell began to realise who he was. He had no doubt in his mind her memories were vague, or based primarily on hearsay, but it would be hypocritical of that to bother him when his memories of her were the very same. “That’s me.” He agreed. “If you ever caught me in any compromising positions, now is the time to forget- you know, for the sake of my dignity.” He teased, laughing at his own joke. “I’d rather be judged on my new mistakes, of which I’m sure there will be many.” Her expression was far more open now, almost warm as she observed him, he wondered what she was thinking. It didn’t take her long to sate his curiosity. “Oh, you were?” He asked, his smile growing at the mention of his friend. He had only recently learned of Kyle’s lycanthropy, but strangely he found the knowledge comforting. He felt closer to him now than he had when they were at school together, despite seeing him then on a near daily basis. “What did he say? Good things, I hope?” Grinning easily, he glanced down at the plants still balanced in her arms. “Excited to get home because of this? Isn’t it a little late to be buying vegetation?” Holding out his arms, insisting she pass over some of her items, he caught her eye again, hoping she could see that he was trustworthy, and being sincere in his offer. “Here, come on… I swear I really do just want to help.”

Had she caught him in compromising positions? Maybe once or twice when they’d shared a detention, but highschool seemed so far away by now that sometimes it felt like an entirely different lifetime all together. “Sure- the sake of your dignity,” Nell echoed, biting off a teasing remark about how she wasn’t sure she could spare something he didn’t have. But she was going to be nice, she reminded herself. People didn’t talk to women about their werewolf friends if they thought they were an asshole. “But yeah- I just saw him right around the full moon,” she dropped casually, wondering if the phrase would trigger anything in Milo. Did he know about Kyle and his wolfy tendencies? “Honestly, it was so late when we were talking I barely even remember what we were saying,” she lied easily, not missing a beat. “But I doubt it was anything good if you’re that concerned,” she teased, testing the waters of what she could get away with. While he held out his arms, she let out an internal sigh, knowing she’d have to let him help if she wanted to get information from him. “I have a greenhouse,” she explained while carefully handing him a few of the plants, already feeling rather overprotective about letting him carry them. “It’s not too far from here.”

Milo grinned, glad Nell was willing to play along with his joke. “Much appreciated.” He replied, nodding his head with mock sincerity. But his smile quickly faltered as the conversation circled back around to Kyle. The full moon. It was such a specific thing to say. It jumped out at him, almost startling him out of his lighthearted demeanour. Did she know? He couldn’t see any other reason for her to mention the lunar cycle. So was she testing him? Trying to figure out whether he had also been trusted with the information? Hurrying to compose himself, he could only hope she hadn’t noticed his expression slip. “That’s a weird fucking way to measure time.” He teased, doing everything he could to sound casual. “Do you not own a calendar? Like a normal one, without moons on it?” Forcing a quiet laugh, he actually wouldn’t be surprised if Kyle had nothing decent to say about him. He wasn’t particularly worried, the reason they got along so well was due to that very fact.

Feeling a strange sense of triumph when his company finally handed over some of her plants, despite not knowing much about her, he could see how much she cared for them. He made an effort to be gentle, holding them as though they were delicate, and breakable so that he wouldn’t cause any damage. Despite genuinely wanting to be of assistance, it would also help to earn her trust, and for some unknown reason, he found he really wanted to. “Define not too far?” He prompted. “Did I accidentally volunteer to walk miles with this stuff?”

The hesitation in his smile was caught by Nell’s sharp eyes. She might not have noticed it if she hadn’t been looking for any hitch in Milo’s demeanor, but the falter was more than enough for Nell to continue her digging. “You know how White Crest is-” she began, careful to keep the levity in her words. “-always obsessed with the moon and her cycles along with ten million other weird things that wouldn’t fly in other towns. So what if my calendar has moons on it?” She didn’t need to get into the fact that Milo would be hard pressed to find a person that adored the moon more than a werewolf or spellcaster did. The two were generally unified in their waxing poetic of the big, powerful, and glowing lady in the sky. “Kyle didn’t think it was weird that I like the full moon.” Perhaps she was coming on a little too strongly, but if Milo didn’t know what she was referring to, it wouldn’t matter. Normies didn’t generally assume that any mention of the full moon and a person meant the guy in question was a werewolf.

The greenhouse was Nell’s haven, a place that only a select group of people were allowed to enter, and she already had plans to leave Milo at the door of it once they arrived on property. “Are you gonna complain after you did this to yourself?” she teased back, her steps taking them further into the dense trees of the nearby woods. The Vural home was a part of the Outskirts and the forest that made up the less populated area. “It’s just through the woods a bit.”

Milo wanted to counter Nell’s point, to tell her she was being ridiculous, and laugh at how pretentious she sounded, like he might have once upon a time. But now he knew she was right, now he knew far too much about what happened below the surface of his sleepy, unassuming hometown, and he couldn’t bring himself to disagree. “Said you and every other tumblr girl obsessed with astrology.” He muttered, figuring that would have to be enough. If he abruptly dropped his teasing then she would notice, he knew she would. “Maybe Kyle is also a tumblr girl obsessed with astrology.” He countered, his mind still working to process the strange words leaving Nell’s mouth. It all felt calculated somehow, as though she was carefully choosing them to elicit some form of reaction. But what did she want from him? What was she expecting him to say?

“Oh, I complain no matter what.” He insisted. “Did Kyle not tell you? It’s one of my more favourable traits.” He followed her as she led him into the forest, wondering where her house was located. He only knew the houses in town, and maybe a few of the buildings on the outskirts. He felt stupid for not realising some people needed to walk through wooded areas to get to their homes. “It’s just through the woods a bit sounds like the last thing somebody hears before they’re murdered.” He pointed out, offering her a smile over the plants in his arms so that she would know he wasn’t being serious. Besides, he had already been murdered once. Surely that lowered his chances of being murdered for a second time. That or he had the worst luck in the history of mankind. “You aren’t luring me out here to kill me, are you?”

Nell’s eyes rolled seemingly without command, all too used to being compared to the cottagecore girls that love to emulate spellcaster culture and teachings. The humans loved to play pretend until a real witch was staring them in the face, and they realized their fear of the unknown outweighed their desire for crystal and starry aesthetics. Subtly was not her aim while she continued on, wondering if she could simply pressure Milo into revealing whether he knew Kyle’s secret or not. “That’s why you think Kyle has a glowing moon lamp on his wall? He’s a tumblr girl? I wouldn’t be surprised if I caught him howling at it one day,” she finished with a laugh, still waiting to see whether Milo would connect the dots.

“Kyle told me lots of things,” Nell answered cryptically, having quickly abandoned her ‘nice girl’ act. Not that she wasn’t being nice anymore, just that she was letting more of her edge shine through. After all, fear could be a decent motivator as well. Of course she wasn’t actually here to murder the young man. She just wanted to know more about the time Kyle had been turned. With a laugh she shot Milo a coy look over her shoulder before answering his next question. “Oh no, I’m out of the human sacrifice phase right now.” It’d only been once that she’d spilled a human’s blood for magic, and she’d do it again if the situation was as dire, but for the most part she had no interest in taking human lives in exchange for magical power.

Milo laughed, unable to help himself. “I’ve never been to Kyle’s place so I have zero knowledge of moon lamps. I have, however, seen them advertised on Instagram, so it still fits with the aesthetic.” Keeping his expression neutral at the mention of howling, it was becoming very obvious to him that Nell knew Kyle was a werewolf. He almost wanted to ask her how she knew, but if he admitted to also knowing then he would come very close to outing himself as a part of the supernatural world. Nell wasn’t his friend, this was the most they had ever spoken, so he refused to willingly make himself vulnerable. Raising his eyebrows in a show of polite interest, despite attempting to seem casual, his gaze was sharp, watching Nell for any sign or tell that might imply she was aware of his ‘undead’ status.

“He did?” He asked, almost daring her to tell him what was said. Surely Kyle wouldn’t have confided in her like that. There seemed to be an unspoken rule among the people he had met so far; you never told somebody else what a person was if you didn’t have permission to do so. Maybe there were exceptions to the rule, things he didn’t understand just yet, but he trusted Kyle not to out him. In the same way he hoped Kyle knew he could be trusted not to tell people he was a werewolf. “Hm, good to know.” He muttered in response to the joke on human sacrifice. He was glad they were able to move back into familiar territory. He enjoyed teasing, he was good at teasing. And it carried them further away from both Kyle’s predicament, and his own. “Because I’m sure I’d be a pretty useless sacrifice. Whatever demon you worship would probably send me back and ask for a working replacement.”

“Really? It sounded like you were good friends the way he told it,” Nell commented smoothly, not actually having all that much interest in the closeness of their friendship at the moment, but figuring she should at least pretend. But her patience was wearing thin, and either Milo knew what she was speaking of or he didn’t. So with a huff and turn of her heel, she would have folded her arms over her chest if she hadn’t been holding the plants. Fixing Milo with her hardest stare, she carried on nonetheless. “Look- you either know what I’m talking about or you don’t. So just tell me if you know or not, and then we can move on.” If he thought her weird and demanding he wouldn't be the first, and most certainly not the last, but she didn’t really care about the opinion a random person from highschool might form from this interaction as long as she got to ask the questions she wanted answers to.

“He sure did,” Nell replied with the beginnings of a smirk, giving Milo nothing when he seemed determined to do the same. Let him wonder at what Kyle had shared. Maybe he’d reveal too much by asking his own questions. “Why? Were you worried he said something about you?” It was a stab in the dark, and she had no real reason to think Milo might be worried about things he’d rather keep private. But she knew most people had something they wanted to hide. Milo most likely wouldn’t be an exception. She let him laugh at what he perceived to be a joke, waiting with a natural face until he was done, making no effort to join in. “I’m glad you thought it was funny. Demons don’t work like that, though.” Still, she was somewhat amused that he'd managed to stumble onto the demon portion of her magic. Not that he knew that.

They were close to the Vural property now, and the moonlight could be seen glittering on the glass of her greenhouse in the backyard of the house as the woods began to open up.

“We were.” Milo clarified. “Way back when we were at school. I ran into him the other day but… that was the first time in years.” He couldn’t understand why Nell was taking such an interest, but every word out of her mouth seemed to set him more on edge. There had to be an ulterior motive here, only he couldn’t understand what it might be. His eyes widening as she suddenly decided to take a direct approach, one he definitely hadn’t been expecting, his step faltered. He wasn’t able to hide his surprise, but he did everything he could to compose himself quickly. A few beats of silence passed before he managed to find his words again, and he knew it was essentially too late. But if he admitted he knew what Kyle was, he admitted to knowing about the supernatural. That was one step too close to her realising he was a part of that world too. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He snapped. “And you’re being really fucking weird.” He gripped at her plants, angry at himself for offering to carry them. If his hands were free he would be able to walk away from this, remove himself from the situation.

Glaring at his company, his chest tightening at her words, he wondered whether Kyle really had told her what he was. For all he knew, she hated vampires. Maybe she really did intend to kill him out here in the middle of nowhere. Who knew of his location? Nobody, and he didn’t have time to shoot anyone a text. If he disappeared now, he disappeared forever. Only Nell would ever know what happened to him. The thought caused his stomach to churn uncomfortably. “Why should I be worried?” He demanded, kicking at brush, and brambles as he passed through them. “Forgive me for not knowing how demons work.” He added, more convinced than ever that this might actually be the end for him. Surely she wouldn’t risk hurting her plants though. At least he had that. She needed to wait until he put them down, and then he could reevaluate the situation. Maybe even make a break for it.

“Really? Why’d you guys lose touch?” Did it have to do with the whole werewolf thing? Nell continued to pry, her nosiness knowing now bounds as she tried to learn more about Kyle around the time he was bitten. If she understood him and his control then, maybe it would help with teaching him control now. The second show of surprise on his face only made the witch feel even more confident about her choice to confront him, even if he wasn’t giving anything specific away. She supposed if there was one thing to be said about Milo— it was that he was loyal. Which was unfortunate for her in this situation. Still, it was good that Kyle had friends who wouldn’t easily out him. Not that she should care about Kyle and whether his friends were suitable. His snappy response had her lips pursing, her temper flaring for a moment even though she knew she’d been the cause of Milo’s new shortness. “And you’re being really fucking rude.” She was used to being called weird, and though she’d set herself up for it, the word still held the gravity of all the times she’d been ostracized for being ‘weird’ while growing up— especially when coming from the mouth of an old classmate. “But if you wanna be a little shit about it, be my guest.”

She rolled her eyes at his comment about demons, no longer interested in curbing her words or being overtly nice now that it seemed he wasn’t going to give her any information. Nell hadn’t meant the words in a correctional way. They’d been more along the lines of informational. “Maybe you should be worried cause you’re acting exactly how people who have secrets would act.” Finally they’d arrived at her greenhouse, and she set her own plants on the ground so she could raise a charmed key to the door. If Milo hadn’t been here she would have used her magic to undo the lock that would respond only to her magical signature, but it’s be difficult to explain such a thing away. “You can put the plants down now,” she commented dryly, suddenly eager to get rid of the guy.

“We used to smoke in the bathrooms at school together. That’s not exactly something you keep doing after you graduate.” Milo pointed out. Not every friendship had a foundation strong enough to last. He knew Kyle because they shared a passion for breaking trivial school rules, and often wound up in the same detentions. Spending time together because you were essentially running on a schedule wasn’t quite the same as actively arranging to stay in contact. He was incredibly glad he had run into Kyle outside of the university, more than grateful considering Kyle was a part of his terrifying new world. But had they not crossed paths again, reaching out probably wouldn’t ever have crossed his mind. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that. “I’m being rude for pointing out you’re being weird?” He asked. “That’s bullshit.” Maybe he should feel guilty for being so cold, it was very possible Nell had good intentions. But until he knew for sure, he wasn’t giving in. And if he genuinely didn’t know about Kyle then this defensive anger would be coming very naturally to him. “I’m not being a little shit about anything, you’re the one demanding information I don’t fucking have.”

Narrowing his eyes as Nell came to a halt in front of the door to a greenhouse, he couldn’t exactly tell her she was wrong. He did have secrets. But then again, so did everybody. He definitely wasn’t alone in that fact. “Or maybe you’re projecting.” He countered, though he had no reason to believe she was. Watching as she opened the door, it suddenly struck him that a greenhouse might count as a part of her private dwelling. There was little chance of him being able to set the plants down inside if she didn’t first invite him in. He wasn’t sure whether she would be content with him putting them down on the floor, so he hovered awkwardly in the doorway, realising after a few moments had passed that she really wasn’t about to invite him inside. Despite him carrying her plants for her, despite him trying to make polite conversation. He had only been met with a confrontational attitude, and apparently now a distinct lack of thanks. Finally putting down the plants in his arms, lining them up beside the doorway he was trapped in, when he straightened up again, he was more than ready to shoot his company a glare. “What?” He demanded, unable to help himself. “You really aren’t going to invite me in?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking rude,” Nell shot back, her own temper stoked by the appearance of Milo’s. “You think you can just go around calling people weird?” It was more the principle of the matter than anything, the fact that Milo seemingly thought he had a right to call her names and get away with it. She snorted at his claim of ignorance, still not entirely sold when it came to him knowing nothing. “I’m asking, you’re the one getting all offended about it. Which makes you a little shit,” she replied snarkily, a smugness entering her voice.

A roll of Nell’s eyes, and she was fixing him with a withering glare from inside her greenhouse. “I don’t give a shit about people knowing stuff about me.” Or at least she specifically didn’t really mind if someone knew she was a witch. In honesty she thought it beneficial that people knew of her power. If people knew she and her sisters had power, they’d be less likely to mess with them. As for the more personal feelings in her life- those were the things she was bad at sharing, and letting people in on. She might have thanked him if she’d wanted his help in the first place, but now she wasn’t all that keen on giving him the satisfaction. At first she was pleased, and now surprised that he hadn’t walked into her greenhouse of his own accord. Had the guy finally decided to show some manners? The choice of his words were rather specific, and had her head cocking to the side with intrigue. He wanted her to invite him in? Arranging her new plants on a nearby worktable, a bulb of garlic caught her eye, and a flicker of connection fired in her brain. Well...there was only one way to find out if her newest suspicion was anything of substance. With a quick and easy flick of her wrist, she launched the garlic towards Milo without warning, savoring the flash of satisfaction she felt from the childish move. “No- I don’t think I will.”

“I mean, if they’re being weird then I don’t see an issue with it.” Milo countered, an edge to his voice to match the edge in Nell’s voice. He wasn’t exactly sure how they had ended up where they were but as far as he was concerned, she was entirely to blame. Maybe if she hadn’t pushed him, maybe if she wasn’t so desperate to talk about Kyle. “I’m not getting offended.” He added, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to wait in the doorway. “I’m getting annoyed, there’s a distinct fucking difference.” Letting out a huff of breath, he didn’t care how she felt about people knowing her information. Even if she was projecting, he was hardly interested in learning her secrets. They were probably more akin to which manure makes the best fertilizer, anyway. Something he would be more than happy to tell her.

In fact, he was in the process of opening his mouth to do so when he was distracted by her suddenly, and very pointedly throwing an object at him. Instinctively, he reached up to cover his face. But it wasn’t until the object hit him that he was able to discern what it was. If his body’s reaction to the plant wasn’t enough to give it away, the scent was very nearly overwhelming. It was a bulb of garlic. An actual bulb of garlic. Who even grew their own? He couldn’t understand why Nell would go to the effort when you could literally buy it pre-crushed in jars. Immediately feeling a jolt of disorientation, he scrambled to bat it away, fangs protruding, eyes flashing red as the skin it made contact with began to sting. “What the fuck?” He demanded, righting himself to stare at Nell with open disbelief. He wasn’t sure whether she had chosen the garlic on purpose, or accidentally stumbled upon what he was, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew there was no point in trying to hide from her. Not now. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He raised his voice, his indignation only growing as he was given time to fully process what had happened. “Did you just- you just threw garlic at me!”

You really aren’t going to invite me in? Milo’s words were thrown into clarity as she watched the flash of his fangs appear, and his apparent aversion for the plant became clear. “You’re a vampire.” Nell’s words weren’t so much a question as a means of telling him she’d seen the changes, and put the earlier and smaller hints together that she hadn’t thought to put as much stock in. Her stance took on an even more guarded pose, not knowing Milo well enough to feel confident in making a judgment on whether he was a vampire more along the lines of someone like Harsh, or someone more murderous or bloodthirsty. Either way she certainly wasn’t going to be inviting him into her greenhouse now. The witch’s arms folded across her chest, cocking her hip to the side as she gave the young man a thorough up and down, sizing him up in that same way she used to measure threats in the Ring. “So that’s why you were being so squirrely?” Did Milo being a vampire mean he was more likely to know of Kyle’s werewolf status?

“No shit. What gave it away?” Milo bit out, brushing himself down as he retracted his fangs, making a point of continuing to glare at Nell. He watched her as she shifted to take a more guarded stance, one that made it clear she was now actively scrutinizing him. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for, but he felt himself shrink a little under her gaze regardless. It was impossible to know what she was capable of, it was impossible to know what anybody in White Crest was capable of. Though he wasn’t exactly holding a torch for self preservation, if she decided to attack, his only real option would be to run. So he opted to stay where he was for now, awkwardly rubbing at his wrist where it had come into contact with the garlic. All he could do was stay silent, and hope she wasn’t trying to figure out where best to plunge a wooden stake. His skin was no longer stinging but the ghost of the feeling was there, he tried not to let it distract him. “I wasn’t being squirrely. Fuck you. You’re the one asking weirdly specific questions about somebody who isn’t even here!” He pointed out, indignant in the face of the accusation. “I know why, by the way. You’re not being subtle.”

Nell didn’t hesitate to return Milo’s glare, still not even entirely certain how they’d gotten to this point in the first place. Maybe she’d pushed too hard, but that wasn’t anything new for her. It was another one of the many reasons people in highschool had avoided the witch. There weren’t many people who took kindly to her abrasive personality, and it had been even more extreme back in those days. “Well most vampires walk like they have a stick up their ass so that was probably it.” Sorry Harsh. She made the mental apology to her friend, not actually believing the words, but wanting some childish way to retort Milo’s snark. Nell didn’t actually have anything against vampires so long as they weren’t witch hunters like Miriam, or lacked control in a way that made them a constant and active threat to others. “You were being squirrely. Basically dancing around my questions and shit, and getting all uppity.” Her eyes rolled again. “I gave up trying to be subtle about fifteen minutes ago, I’m not stupid enough to come on that strongly without being aware of it.” She’d learned that well enough through her time as a monster catcher and bounty hunter. “So you know Kyle’s a werewolf, then.” At least they’d gotten it out in the open. “Did you know when he was changed?” Now she could ask her questions point-blank.

Milo let out a huff of breath. “Oh, yeah? Have you ever thought maybe that’s just the vampires having to deal with you?” He countered. He wasn’t sure how they had managed to go from a genuine conversation to what could almost be considered an argument. But he wasn’t about to back down, it wasn’t in his nature. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure she wanted him to. “Because you were trying to get me to out a friend!” He explained, wondering whether she might be able to understand his reasoning, maybe even appreciate it. She had made it relatively clear she knew what Kyle was, but she could have been using him to get confirmation, to go behind his back. He would never forgive himself if he gave information to the wrong person, especially information that wasn’t his to give. “Without knowing what you know, did you honestly expect me to just come out and just say it? We aren’t friends, Nell. We said like two words together throughout the whole of high school.”

Narrowing his eyes when she brushed off his comment, insisting she hadn’t been aiming for subtlety, he waited, wondering whether she was going to say the words out loud. Say what they both knew, what he was continuing to carefully dance around. And then she did, and it was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Yes.” He said finally. “Did he tell you that?” It still felt strange, talking about it with a stranger. The least he could do was find out whether Kyle had confided in her, or if she had somehow pried the information out of him. If he had willingly been honest with her then he would begrudgingly accept the fact that she could be trusted. “Why?” He asked, some of his anger beginning to fade away. He was curious now, more so than anything else. “Do you mean did he tell me when it first happened? Or just… do I know when it happened in like, the timeline of our lives?”

“No it’s definitely a you problem,” Nell quipped back, unwilling to take any responsibility. “And I wasn’t trying to get you to out a friend. I was seeing if you already knew. It should have been obvious that I knew by the way I was asking- so you wouldn’t have been ‘outing’. Unless you’re too clueless to connect the dots between me talking about the moon and Kyle. You literally just said I wasn’t being subtle, though.” She rolled her eyes at the mention of them not being friends. As if she cared about something like that when it came to the random guy from highschool.

“Yeah, we talked about it.” That’s all Milo needed to know when it came to what she and Kyle had spoken of, the deeper conversation they’d gotten into with sleep still tugging at their eyes and the sun barely glinting over the horizon on Kyle’s patio. Her stubbornness made her balk at Milo’s request for why she wanted to know, but she doubted he’d answer her questions if she wholly refused to reply to his. “I’m trying to help him,” she supplied vaguely. “And I mean the second one- do you know when it happened in his life and stuff.”

Milo narrowed his eyes, but stayed quiet, allowing Nell to answer him despite her attitude making him want to interrupt. It would be so easy to cut her off, to argue, but he held his tongue. Resisting the urge so that he could hear what she had to say to him. It didn’t take long for his patience to falter, though. For his frustration to grow exponentially. Could she really be so oblivious? “You weren’t being subtle.” He bit out. “But for all I knew you only suspected Kyle. Isn’t that the oldest fucking trick in the book? Pretending someone confided in you so that you can get information on them from the people they actually trust?” Letting out a huff of breath when his company rolled her eyes, it was everything he could do not to turn around and leave. He only had two reasons to stay. He wanted to know more about Kyle, more about Nell, about the friendship they apparently shared. And he was also incredibly confident his continued presence would annoy her. If he left now he would only be giving her what she wanted, and he was petty. Undeniably so.

“That’s all you’re giving me?” He asked. “You talked about it?” Coming to realise she was never going to give him the information he wanted solely because she knew he wanted it, he decided to focus on what she was telling him. Or more accurately what she was asking him. “Do you think he needs help?” He hadn’t considered the fact that maybe his friend wasn’t coping. His version of support usually consisted of sharing a drink, and talking until the sun began to rise. What if Kyle needed more than that? Mechanisms that were actually considered healthy by society. He wasn’t any good with those. “Yeah, I know when it happened. I mean, obviously I didn’t at the time. I knew something was up, but it was only after seeing him again that he told me why he started acting so shady way back...”

“Oh my god, I know I wasn’t being subtle. I literally just said that was the point- that was I was doing it on purpose.” It was becoming rather apparent that something just wasn’t aligning all that properly between Nell and Milo, and the witch was starting to wonder if perhaps they were two people who simply tended to get along like water and oil. Or maybe it was just the conversation they’d chosen. Either way, she was annoyed. She mirrored Milo’s huff, while her eyes gave yet another roll. Nell had lost count of how many times she’d done it since their conversation had begun. “You’re the one who came up to me, remember? If I was actively trying to find out if Kyle was a werewolf, I would have orchestrated some way for us to meet. Not some stupid chance thing.” She’d done it countless times while she looked for bounties.

“I’m not telling you what we talked about,” Nell replied haughtily. It wasn’t any of Milo’s business, and it wasn’t as if she was going to tell a guy who’d only annoyed the shit out her thus far about the traumas she and Kyle had shared. “It’d be shitty when it was just for Kyle and me.” As for Kyle needing help...that was a question Nell was more willing to answer. Even though Milo was unbearable, he was Kyle’s friend. Someone that might care to help. And Kyle needed all the help he could get. But she didn’t want to outrightly expose Kyle, and she remembered how he’d wanted to set the boundary of requesting help from others. But still...she worried. “It’s...not easy adjusting to being a werewolf on your own.” That was the most specific she could get without outrightly saying he suffered with control. “He hasn’t had anyone to teach him.” She was disappointed that Milo hadn’t known at the time, but intrigued by the mention of Kyle having acted differently. “He started acting shady, how?”

Milo set his jaw. He was over Nell’s attitude, much like he suspected she was over his own. And his desire to hear what she had left to say was infuriating. Why couldn’t he just turn and leave? It should be easy to abandon their ridiculous conversation. “Yeah, I was trying to be nice. That might be a foriegn concept to you.” He snapped. It wasn’t fair that he was being blamed for how their interaction had played out. He had approached her with good intentions, it was utterly undeniable. “How am I supposed to know what he’s told you and what he hasn’t? Jeez.” He ran a hand through his hair, doing his best to expel his agitated energy. “I don’t need to know what you talked about. I think I just need to get out of here.” The longer they spoke, the more apparent it was becoming that they weren’t going to find a common ground. Maybe in another situation, under a different circumstance. But certainly not here, and certainly not right now.

He actually turned to leave, finally finding the motivation, before Nell hesitated. He noticed it, noticed the way she faltered at his question, and it made him wonder just how much he had yet to learn about Kyle. “No shit.” He muttered, stopping in his tracks. “It isn’t easy adjusting to being a vampire either.” His heart ached at the thought of Kyle, so young and scared. But there was nothing he could do to change the past. All he could do now was focus on the future, on being there for Kyle in any way he was able. “I know how that feels.” Pushing his glasses further up his nose, his expression momentarily softening, he caught Nell’s eye. Sharing in her concern, in her obvious affection for the werewolf. “It doesn’t matter.” He brushed off her request for him to elaborate, knowing the information wasn’t important. It wouldn’t help anybody now. “Just- I don’t know, be there for him, I guess. And I’ll do the same. We don’t have to like each other.”

Nell didn’t bother even considering that he’d claimed to be making an attempt at being nice, past the point of caring either way. And if he wanted to leave she certainly wouldn’t stop him. But then again...she hasn’t quite gotten to ask everything she’d wanted to. And though she was more than willing to try and bully the answers from him, she tried to think of Kyle— how upset he might be if he heard that she’d done her best to force answers from his friend. So she bit her tongue— quite literally digging her teeth into it in an attempt to exercise the very limited restraint she held. “Then go,” she replied, trying her best not to reignite the animosity in their conversation.

But then Milo had to go and insinuate that...perhaps he related a little more to Kyle than not. A reluctant prickle of sympathy flickered in her gut, and she did her best to squash it down for the time being. She was already barely treading water when it came to helping Kyle, and she shouldn’t add a vampire who had proven annoying as hell to her plate. Still...maybe she’d message him later, and try and figure out just how much Milo was like Kyle. But being there for Kyle was something she could do. And despite her argument with Milo— she was glad to hear it was something he was planning on as well. “Great. Then we’ll...watch out for Kyle.” Her stubbornness and petty nature made it hard to agree with the vampire who’d been a frustration. Still...in the end Kyle was more important. With a still angry shake of her head, she watched Milo as he left the property, and waited until he was out of sight to turn back to her greenhouse. She’d bother Milo later.

#// shoutout to jessie for being literally the most patient person in the universe <3 #ch:milo #chatzy #garlic dread

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allthingskakashi · 4 years ago

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What if Kakashi is with a s/o who grew up in another village and was abused her whole life and people told her that it was her fault so she ends up getting revenge in the other village and Kakashi and team 7 saw her on a mission and not even Naruto's talk no jutsu can help so someone explained to them that Y/N has been through so much pain that no talk about kindness and friendship can help her so kakashi went to go confront her himself? PS I asked you because you know a lot about Kakashi :-D

Dhshshaj you really think i know a lot about kakashi??😩 pls that's the best thing anyone's said to me thank you so much ugh i wish i could major in Kakashi

Also damn not even naruto's talk no jutsu worked huh, that's some deep shit we're in. Also I'm so sorry this ran so fkn long this is almost a short story. Imma put this under the cut lol i got carried away big time

Okay so ig at first Kakashi would try to talk to you too even though he's prepared for it to not work. But it's still worth a shot and he'd try but he also understands why it's difficult for you to believe in something you've never known in life. So anyway whatever he says would invariably not work but that's okay cause he's come prepared. He didn't expect to convince you so easily anyway. So instead, he proposes a deal. He tells you that you don't have to believe him, all you have to do is allow him to let you see for yourself. He asks that you give him one month to prove to you that life doesn't necessarily have to be all bad, that with the right people you CAN feel love and friendship and kindness. And if after the deal is up, you still don't believe him, then you're free to go your own way and he wouldn't bug you again.

You're ofc a little hesitant at first but at the same time what have you really got to lose? So you decide to give him a chance and he suggests that you come over to his village as a guest and give him a month. The village elders are initially against this and say that they wouldn't allow someone who destroyed her own village to enter Konoha but after Kakashi tells them that you're completely his responsibility and he'd fully ensure that you don't bring harm to the village, they ultimately give in.

And so you come to Konoha, along with Kakashi and these other 3 weird brats. One seems like a moron, another an asshole and the other is plain annoying so you don't even know what's so good about them but Kakashi seems to put up with them, even adore them in a way. Once you set foot through the village gates, you see friends of theirs flock to greet them as soon as they come back. It's nothing you yourself have ever experienced and you watch as they all exchange pleasantries and the way these other people look so happy to have them back. You don't expect any of them to spare you a second glance but surprisingly enough, this weird man with horrible eyebrows asks you your name and offers to shake your hand. You're compelled to just blurt out an insult, those eyebrows are practically begging for it, but there's something so genuine about his smile that you feel yourself unable to. So you shake his hand reluctantly and Kakashi introduces you to each other. Afterwards, Kakashi makes sure you check into a decent hotel and promises to come back to pick you up the next morning for a tour around the village.

You almost wonder if you should just leave in the quiet of the night bc what is all this bullcrap good for anyway, what does that stupid guy know of pain or suffering or any of it but as much as you want to leave, you did promise you'd give it a while so you decide to stick through.

Days go by and you almost know the small village inside out in a few weeks, even the names of the man in the ramen store and the girl in the flower shop. They know you by name too and unlike people of your village, they don't look away when they see you. Instead they greet you with a smile, and treat you like their own. With kindness and warmth.

It's almost a routine for you to watch Kakashi and his students everyday when they train. Sometimes you even teach them some tricks of your own and you're pretty sure the look on Kakashi's face counts as 'impressed', even though he does try to be as subtle as he can. You've even kind of warmed up to the brats. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura. They're not that bad after all and you have to admit that Naruto does make you crack up once in a while. You've never laughed so heartily like that before and the way Kakashi looks at you whenever you do, quickly glancing away the moment you catch him staring.. it's weird but it makes you feel something you can't quite explain.

Weeks pass by in the same way and you're almost like one of the villagers by now. Even the elders who were not so enthusiastic about your arrival have accepted you because of how skilled you are and what a great asset you'd make to this village if you stayed. You have people you can almost call friends now and it's weird what you feel but whatever it is, it makes you want to give life a chance. It gives you a reason to wake up everyday. It makes you feel things you've never felt before. It makes you want to smile and believe that the world isn't rotten.

And Kakashi.. you've been spending more and more time together lately and you've gotten to know so much more about him. Contrary to what you had assumed so arrogantly before, you come to realise that he too has gone through a lot. He too has endured pain in his life. But unlike you, he decided to fight and not give up. You find yourself sharing things with him you've never said out loud before to anybody and just to say aloud the things you've kept suppressed within yourself for years.. it almost made this horrible weight you've carried all your life lift off your heart and make you feel so much lighter.

And Despite how much you don't want to admit, or rather how much it scares you to, it's nice to have people in your life. You begin to think that maybe everyone isn't that bad. That maybe your life doesn't have to be filled with loneliness and suffering. That maybe you too can have friends or even...love. No matter how scary or how far off that seems. You realise that maybe you can still turn your life around and walk the right path, with people who will guide you through it. It won't be easy and may even take you all your life but unlike before, you're not so scared anymore. You're willing to try. Because you know someone who you're certain would be right by your side, holding your hand through it all.

#lowkey compelled to make this into a proper fic tbh #i really like the concept #dgshshs anyway im sorry i went on for so long i just kept typing random shit and before i realised I've typed 9 paras worth of crap #kakashi #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake

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forkanna · 3 years ago

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[AO3] [WATTPAD]

WARNING: Another NSFW chapter, though this one contains more plot.

NOTE: I apologise for taking nearly a month off from posting. Just haven't been in a writing mood. I'll be trying to get back to our regularly scheduled programme soon!

~ o ~

The appointed hour had arrived. Rise watched Ai's face carefully as it was screwed up in concentration, trying to ignore the anxious flutter in the pit of her stomach. This situation was life-or-death, because if it went in a direction she didn't like she would probably want to throw herself off the nearest bridge.

"Well…?"

"Hmm… it's like… a shiny flower… butterfly… thing."

"What?!"

Huffing, Ai pushed up on her elbows a little more. "Well, what do you want me to say?! That's what it looks like, spread open like that!"

"Ughh, you don't have to make me feel like my body is weird! I'm doing this for you, remember?"

"Yes, and I appreciate it, of course," she conceded with a roll of her eyes. "But don't act like I don't have a point; that is what it reminds me of. I'm just being honest."

Now all Rise wanted to do was close her legs. But she had to ask one more question. "Does… does that mean you don't like it?"

"What? No way, don't be an idiot!" Crawling forward to look straight into her eyes, she whispered, "You're the hottest chick at Yasogami. Well, besides me." They both smirked. "And every part of you is beautiful, do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay," she muttered glumly, trying not to pout. "Sorry."

"No, no, I get it. Suddenly I'm the bitch whose opinion matters a lot because my body is the only one that gets really close to yours. Like, you're obviously going to be worried that I'm not into your body as much as you're clearly into mine."

"Geez, you don't have to put it like that, Ebi-chan. I'm not a pervert! I just… I really like my girlfriend, it's normal! Well… not that liking girls is."

Ai shrugged as she reached down to pet her fingers up and down over Rise's abdomen. They were on the tatami in the middle of their hotel room, the setting sun barely lighting up the walls, and Ai was still fully dressed whereas her girlfriend had fully disrobed, to give her the chance to examine her body at her leisure. It was a little weird, and she felt like a lab experiment, but she knew Ai had probably felt much the same when she was sniffing around her dick before. Fair was fair.

"I think it's pretty normal," Ai protested as her flawlessly-buffed fingernails teased through Rise's well-trimmed strip of pubic hair. Why was that not just hot, but somehow yet hotter because they were such delicate fingers?

"Mmhhh… well, I… I feel so guilty, still. Like we're sneaking around and doing something naughty."

Her lips quirked into another smirk. "Oh, we're definitely naughty. But sneaking around? It's kind of a social media blitz for you or whatever, so… either we're not doing that at all, or we are amazingly shitty at it."

"Shut up," she snorted, bopping Ai on the ear with her knee. It was the easiest thing to reach. "But um… I guess that's true."

"Everything's completely fine, girl," she told her in that extremely rare tone of gentleness that made Rise's heart pound double-time. "We're golden — it's Golden Week. Loosen up."

Snorting, she shot back, "I could have said that to you this morning." Ai rolled her eyes. "Y'know, when my finger was in y-"

"Yes, I get it, I get it." Her head tilted to one side, honey-hued locks pooling on the floor. "Did you like that?"

"Well… it was weird, and kinda gross at first. But!" she protested when Ai started to grimace. "I'd do it just to make you happy, even if it was horrible. And it wasn't, okay? I even…"

When Rise still hadn't finished that sentence after a few seconds, Ai wound up prompting her, "You even… liked it? Hated it? Give me something to go on here."

"No. It's too weird."

"Come on, it's just us. You gotta get used to trusting me sometime. Or don't, I guess."

"Are you… guilting me?"

"See? You already don't trust me." But when Rise pouted, she snorted and poked her in the tummy. "Just playing with you… but maybe also making a point. I know I'm kind of a bitch, but I'm trying to trust you despite almost outing me to the entire school. Can it start cutting both ways?"

Thoroughly chagrined, she whispered, "Well… that's not exactly what this is. But I get it. I'm just embarrassed and you know that, but I'll try to open up… if you do."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. So if I admit I thought it was pretty hot, watching you get all squirmy… will you admit that you liked me slipping a finger up there?"

Stalemate. Both of them were staring into each other's eyes, trying not to give ground. A perfect example that both of them were correct in their estimations of what areas they needed to work on. Eventually Ai took a breath and sighed, "Okay, okay, you're right. I just… it's almost like admitting weakness. Which is so dumb that I care, we should both be getting more comfortable with each other."

"Okay. Just this time, even though you didn't say it, I'll accept that as you admitting you liked it," Rise said in a slight sing-song. When her girlfriend pouted, she went on, "And I thought it was hot. Like, not the butt part exactly? But fingering you…" She could feel her cheeks heating up from having to put it into words.

"Yeah. I mean, I get that. Just because it's… where it is, doesn't mean you didn't fuck me right."

"EBI-CHAN!" she hissed in a scandalised tone.

"What? You did. I mean, now that we're being honest…" Ai still had to clear her throat, even if she was doing a better job of keeping an even tone of voice. "Your finger started hitting really deep — hit my spot, and it was all over. I've never, ever felt like that before. It was like my fingers and toes and nose and tits were all orgasming with me."

Rise had been gaping at her until the very end, when she let out a weak little laugh. "Nose and toes, huh? Wow. But I'm really happy I could help; I just wanted to make you feel good, and find out if that was one way we could do that."

"Definitely. Like, now that I'm past trying to pretend I don't need it." Ai squirmed a little. "Uhh…"

She sat up a little more, petting through her hair. And she leaned into the touch. Had she ever done that before? "Do you want me to do it again? Not right now!" she reassured her, and Ai relaxed a little. "But just, um, just in the future."

"I think so. Is that weird? You're my girlfriend, you shouldn't have to fuck me in the ass like a dude."

"Mm. Well, then I'll fuck you in the ass like a lady."

Ai giggled a little, crawling up to curl around her body. "I don't know exactly what that means, but I'm there. I'll offer you the same anytime you want."

"Oh, I think I'll be okay," she laughed easily. "I've never had any interest in that. Before! Before now. Wait — no, I still don't have any interest in having mine… d-do we really have to keep discussing this?"

"No," Ai told her with a slight smirk as she leaned in to kiss her cheek so tenderly that Rise briefly forgot that she was even nervous about the topic of conversation. "We could go back to talking about that phone call."

A brief pause. "So about my butt…"

"Come on, it can't have been that bad," she challenged her with a little snort. "You're just gonna keep being your fabulous self, and so will I, and Japan will join the fucking twenty-first century."

"Yeah, I just… talking about it… I'd rather focus on you, on us. On Okinawa! This is one of our last little flings — especially for you, senpai."

Clearly, that hint wasn't lost on her. She sighed and cuddled a little closer. "You're right. We should enjoy it while we can."

"Mmm, it feels like somebody already is."

"That's- it's an involuntary reaction! I was literally staring down the barrel of your pussy two seconds ago — anybody with one of these would have theirs sticking straight up, too!"

Voice the tiniest bit haughty, she said, "Well. I'm not going to assume anything, okay? I know you don't want me to… give you a little kiss down there… or caress with my fingers… or-"

"What a goddamn tease," she muttered.

"You love it." When Ai didn't answer, she grinned and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, pulling her in yet closer. They didn't really need any words anymore. As hard as it was to ignore that firm presence, given how unfamiliar Rise was with such things, she just tried to keep her focus on those sweet lips pressing against her own, on the warm back beneath her palms. On the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

That realisation bowled her over. Even though they had been trending in that direction, she had yet to truly think about their future together. Sure, they would have to list Ai as male in order to get a marriage certificate… or would they? Maybe they really shouldn't worry about it. Not being able to enjoy the same status as her straight friends would be frustrating, yes, but it wasn't the end of the world. As long as she could live with her lover and share their lives, that was good enough.

By the time they finally parted, Ai managed to breathe, "I want you so bad…"

Careful to keep her tone neutral, she whispered, "How?"

"Any way I can have you. I… shit, what the hell did you turn me into?"

"Then I'm all yours. You can… have my mouth again, if that's what you like. Or did you wanna go, um… go all the way?"

"I don't know!" she groused as she pulled at her hair. Not that this minor crisis was reducing her arousal any; it was still grinding into Rise's hip and driving her up a wall. "UGH! I want to be as close to you as I can, and that seems like the way, but I also don't want to be the 'boy', you know?"

Drawing her in for another brief kiss, she whispered, "You won't be. Not to me; you'll always just be Ai. My cute little Ebi-chan. I… do you want me to use my finger on you again? I'd love to! I wanna do anything that makes you happy!"

"I… kind of? But no, not right now. I want to make you happy this time."

"Oh." Rise felt another flush of shame, trying not to remember the very obvious fact that she didn't have a stitch of clothing on her person. "Well, um… I want what you want." Did she just give her permission?!

"Good. Then let me try, um… with my mouth. I'll probably suck, but hey, no time like the present to start practicing. Especially if I ever want to be able to do this right."

"Sure! Yeah, that's… that's the same thing I was thinking while doing it for you." With a slight squirm, she then lowered her voice to barely a whisper, "I'm just… I'm sorry if it tastes, or smells… you know…"

Ai lifted a hand to waft away such thoughts. "You'll be fine. It's you. I mean, even if you weren't the sweetest girl in the universe, you're still Risette; that label of yours wouldn't let you have some stanky puss."

Bright red. Like a stoplight. Even though Ai was saying hers wouldn't be so aromatic, the very idea of it meriting a word such as "stanky" made her want to take a bath with a toaster. "U-uhm… thanks?"

"Anytime, girl."

And that seemed to be all the warning she got before Ai was kissing her way down her chest toward a clear goal. This was it; she was finally going to get as good as she gave. Unless she thought of some legitimate reason to ask the teen queen to pull back… but her mind was a blank. All she could think about was those perfect lips dimpling the skin of her abdomen, the lusty gaze being shot up in her direction as she moved lower, and lower…

Lowest. She felt a kiss in her hairs and she couldn't entirely suppress an anxious squeak. Her eyes slid closed as one leg moved up to drape over her girlfriend's back, hoping that would somehow encourage her — prove that she was ready. Even if she wasn't.

"This alright?"

Oh no. Ai was calling her bluff; it was glaringly obvious how high her nerves were running. "Y-yeah… it's just really, um, new?"

"I get that."

Then Ai moved again, and Rise almost curled into a ball. "WOW! That's- you kissed my…"

There was a slight sheen on Ai's smirk when she raised up to look at her properly. "You are soaking fucking wet, Kujikawa. How bad have you been needing it?"

"I haven't been! Honestly, I'm- NNH, how are you doing this?!"

"Pretty easy," she shot back before leaving a long lick along the entirety of her vulnerable flesh. Rise reached down instinctively to grip the hair attached to that head that was giving her so much pleasure it was overloading her system. Did everybody experience this? Was she oversensitive, or was it normal to feel like every inch of her skin was on fire, like she was losing all control?

"God, this is getting me so hard," Ai breathed before diving back in. Which didn't help matters in the slightest; Rise already felt like she was losing her mind, and knowing her girlfriend was nearly as bad off only heightened her pleasure, making her want to roll over and rut on her face. Or…

Or go further. Ai wasn't ready, and she would respect that, but if just her lips and tongue were making her feel this phenomenal, what would it be like for them to really go for it? Uniting their bodies had to be just as good as taking care of each other in turn, if not better.

"NH!" she finally burst out when she felt the pleasure rising. "I'm… I'm about to- it's gonna happen!"

"Yeah?" Ai panted as she used her thumb to caress that tortured flesh, gazing up at her with glazed eyes. "That mean… should I finish you off?"

The volume at which the word "YES!" ripped from her throat left their ears ringing. Rise would feel embarrassed about that — later. When she had time. Right now, she was too busy literally dragging Ai's head back down to devour her anew, moaning as her hips rolled up into their point of union. A little more — and the way her tongue was hitting her clit was spurring her on faster, making it-

Ai brought her to the hardest climax she had ever experienced. Feeling this one made her realise she had been only getting close to a real orgasm all those years since she first began to awaken sexually; a real orgasm blew those pretenders to the throne out of the water so easily. Guess that was what she got for never truly masturbating, or finding anybody who could take care of it for her.

Once the most intense of those sensations began to fade, Rise started coming back to her senses. A few things surprised her: she felt the tatami suddenly pressing into her back, because she had lifted herself upward. Ai's shirt moved when she started pulling her leg back, because her toes had clenched so hard in the fabric. The same was true of her hair — which she let go of first, feeling a few strands come away with her fingers with a little flare of guilt that she hadn't been gentler. Her mind had literally gone somewhere else while the ecstasy overwhelmed. It was almost scary, but mostly just… damn.

"Whoa," Ai breathed simply. The whole experience had left both of them speechless. After swallowing and clearing her throat, she licked her lips before wiping them on the back of her hand and crawling up to hover above her girlfriend. "You okay?"

"Hmnah!" was the best she could do. Ai giggled, so she tried to do better this time. "Yeah!"

Grinning, she pressed her face into Rise's neck. "Yeah. I can handle that review, I guess. Still wanna know if I did anything stupid, though; like, this was my first attempt, I can't have been perfect."

"Oh… you… close to… heaven." She hadn't meant to say 'heaven', it just slipped out.

"Really? Well… good, that's good." Ai was kissing her neck a little more firmly, more frequently. It suddenly occurred to Rise that she could feel that bulge digging into her hip; poor Ai hadn't gotten off since that morning, even if she did get there twice.

"You… want help?"

"Huh? Oh, naw, I can ignore it. Don't even trip."

"But you… I wanna… I like your friend." She took a couple of breaths, finally beginning to fully recover. "What can I call her?"

"Annoying," she snorted, and Rise rolled her eyes while she grinned into her hair. "Bitch that won't leave the party."

Nodding, she kissed into her scalp and earned herself a little sigh of appreciation in return. "I like her. That doesn't mean you have to, or like… that you have to keep her or like her for my sake. But just so you know, we get along pretty well. I mean, for a girl and an, um, appendage."

"Dork. But thanks. And it makes me mad that we have to have this conversation… but I appreciate that you get it. That you can really, uh, want my D without forgetting that I don't want it at all."

"Yeah, of course. I might have been dumb when we first started out but I learn fast."

"You do," she agreed with a little squeeze. Rise wrapped her arms more tightly around her girlfriend, appreciating their warmth, their connection. "It's honestly refreshing. Like, I got so much hate when I came out… even from my own family. I had started to believe it was impossible to expect people to get me. Then here comes this prissy famous bitch."

Rise smacked her on the arm, which only earned a harsh chuckle. "Who's the bitch here, really?" But then she moved her hand down to her bulge. "Let me take care of this. Like, it doesn't have to be anything special, or… not unless you want more."

"Mmhh… annoying." But Ai looked away, biting her lower lip. Again, Rise questioned why she found watching that to be so hot but she tried to relegate that question to the back of her mind for the time being.

"What is it?"

"Your mouth is so good… fuck, I'm sorry. Like, that's a lot to ask, twice in one d-"

"You got it." When Ai just blinked at her, she shrugged bashfully. "I'd do that. I'd use my finger again, I'll give you whatever you want. As long as you're okay with me figuring out how to do it as I go, I don't mind! It's nice that we can help each other out."

Though it took her a second, she started to nod with a slight smile. "It is really nice. Weird, but like, I guess it's not since we're dating."

"Yeah," Rise giggled. "We're just not used to dating, right?"

"Mm. You're sure I didn't mess up while muff diving?"

"While WHAT?! Excuse me? You can't call it that!"

Smirking a little as she sat up and started to disrobe, she purred, "I can call it whatever I want, Risette. Now perform for me. Maybe I'll just jerk off onto your butt."

"NO! Ew, why would you do that when I- that's gonna be all sticky, we'd have to take another bath!"

"So what? The last one turned out to be a real event…"

"Yeah, for you! And you were definitely writhing and squealing all over the place!"

"Y-yeah, well, that was your fault!" she shot back as that ready-and-willing cock bounced out into the open air. "Maybe I'll take you up on your mouth just so you can't say mean things to me."

Rise pursed her lips for a moment before saying, "Maybe I won't be as careful with my teeth this time."

"Hey, don't joke like that," Ai said with a shiver. "I might not want to keep her but that is NOT how I wanna lose her."

"Then behave," she purred as she crawled toward her lap, rubbing her cheek against the warm length. "And I'll behave exactly the way you want."

Ai complied. She complied for the following ten minutes, and got exactly what the doctor ordered — because the alluring Nurse Rise was tending her every need. Five star service.

To Be Continued…

#We'll Face Ourselves #Saphir de Lune #forkanna writes #persona 4 fanfiction #p4 fanfic #rise x ai #jess the writer

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #438

“i won’t let you die, keep you alive just to remind you of what you are not”

What is your favorite card game? Probably Magic: The Gathering, even though I'm not great at it. I just ADORE the artwork, mainly. Is YouTube one of your favorite websites? Yeah, given I'm constantly on it. Does your mother have a sister? If so, what’s her name? Yeah, named Kelly. What are you doing tomorrow? I'll be going with Mom to the pool at the gym. She goes Tuesdays and Thursday, so I'm going to start joining her to help ease soreness from my exercise days. Would you ever want to go to Africa? It's high on my bucket list! I am DESPERATE to visit the KMP and photograph and pet and pamper the meerkats. :') Last time you went bowling? Not since I was on a date with Girt. Would you ever want to own a bakery? Noooo, I don't enjoy cooking of any sort. I'm way too impatient. Do you like to text? It's funny, I don't enjoy it as much as I used to. I make typos too much and autocorrect only wants to work at the WRONG time, it seems. I'd still rather text than actually talk on the phone, though. You want your next pet to be what? To be realistic, it'll probably be a western hognose snake. I REALLY want a tarantula, but Mom absolutely will not allow it for as long as I live with her, lol. Trust me, I've pestered her about it. Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? Eh, probably a vampire. Do you prefer white or black electronics? Black. Do you like Nerds candy? Yeah. Is your favorite animal something you can have as a pet? I could write a college-length essay on why you absolutely shouldn't, but it's sadly legal in some countries. Thankfully, not America. What was the last classic novel you read? Did you enjoy it? Oh yikes, I have no idea. Name three movies which have a soundtrack you really love: Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, Tarzan, and The Blair Witch Project: Book of Shadows. What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? I know it's super cliche, but I genuinely found Outlast terrifying. As well, SCP Containment Breach is a game I can't even play because the jumpscares startle me too much, lol. They're just too loud. Do you own any pet fish? What kind of fish are they? No. I'm not really interested in keeping fish as pets. What is the most irritating thing that a boyfriend or girlfriend has ever done to you? Tyler wanted to talk CONSTANTLY. Barely even two weeks in and he got all bent out of shape over there being days we just didn't text. Like dude, especially this early in a relationship, I don't want to talk 24/7. He acted like we were together for years or some shit. Like sorry I want alone time. That relationship was just a bad idea. Have you ever known someone who was in an abusive relationship? Sadly. Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? Probably Girt. He's just in general very smart. When yawning, do you cover your mouth? If out in public, yes. If you had a garden, what would you plant in it? Would you actually tend to it, or would it wind up neglected & withered? I could NEVER maintain a garden, but if I had the motivation and tolerance for the heat, that'd be nice. I'd love mostly flowers, and a grapevine would be pretty! Plus some strawberries. Do you like peanut butter? Yeah, definitely. What about marshmallows? Yep. How do you roast your marshmallows? They have to be BARELY brown at all. Like it has to be the liiightest toast. Do you eat s’mores? Ugh, hell yes. I really want some now, thanks. Own a lava lamp? No, but I'd love a pink one. :( Or black. Own any sort of glow-in-the-dark room accessory? No. Ever done something sexual in public? No, I have common decency. Do you like the taste of squid or eel? I COULD FUCKING NEVER TRY EITHER. Slimy or rubbery stuff like that is such a massive no. Ever date anybody in middle school? Yeah, Aaron in the 7th grade for a few months. Did you like to get dirty when you were little? I think I did. Like I know I loved speeding through mud puddles on my bike as a kid. Own anything that has to do with dragons or unicorns? I have a lot of dragon decor. Ever wanted to be a vet? Yep. Ever written your number in a public bathroom or a school text book? If so, did anyone actually call you? No. What type of weapon do you prefer? Uh, none...? I don't like weapons. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No, not really. Would you rather watch a full season of American Idol, or So You Think You Can Dance? The latter, by far. I used to love that show. I really enjoy watching dances. Have you ever worn boxers? Pretty sure no? Last hickey was from? I've only gotten to that point with one person, you can figure it out. Have you ever put a kick me sign on the back of someone? No, that is so rude. Are there any inappropriate pictures of you anywhere? No. I've never taken an inappropriate picture. How many times do you tend to sneeze in a row? Two or three. Karma; believe or don’t? I don't believe it's a thing. I wish it was. Ever changed a diaper? Once. Or maybe twice? No plans on ever doing that again. When you see anything smaller than a quarter on the ground, do you pick it up? I don't even pick quarters up, really. Can bald guys ever be attractive? Um, yes? Do you like hugs? Yessss. Would you ever donate blood? Yeah, I have before. I'd just have to get better about drinking water so I don't faint. Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No. Ever had the opposite sex over when no one was home? You make that sound so scandalous, lmao. Yeah. What is the last song to make you cry? "Another Life" by Motionless In White. Have you ever kissed someone in the rain? Yeah. Have you kissed someone with braces? No. Are you anyone’s first love? I don't believe so. Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? I'M LOSING WEIGHTTTTTT. :') The gym is paying off! Is there a person of the opposite gender on your mind? That's kinda a permanent thing. He's always there, even if only in the back. Who was the last person to wink at you? My cat, ha ha. Did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? Yes. Are any of your really close friends pregnant right now? REALLY close friends, nope. Are you for or against inter-racial relationships? ... You know it's 2021, right???? This never should have been controversial. Have you ever been addicted to something unhealthy? Well, there's caffeine... When the holidays come around, do you watch holiday movies? No. When was the last time someone insulted you? What was the insult? I don't recall. Do you say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” in order to avoid offending people who don’t celebrate Christmas? I honestly just say "merry Christmas." Have you ever made/played with a sock puppet before? Yes. Have you ever seen a waterfall (aside from in a fountain or other manmade things)? Only small ones. Are you a frequent sufferer of heartburn? Yes; I actually have a prescription for chronic heartburn. If I don't take it, I'll get heartburn to the point I come near tears. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Ha, not a lot at all. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? I'm 25 and feel like I've just... wasted so much, and I continue to. I never thought I'd make it to this age and to have gone so short a distance in terms of being a successful adult. Have you ever disowned a friend or family member for their beliefs? I've stopped being friends with people, yes. Do you ever feel like your life is too boring or predictable? It 120% is. Do you think you will die happy? To be honest... I think no a lot of the time. Do you like looking at pictures? Yeah. Are you a submissive person? Very. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I do. What are your views on the death penalty? I support it in extreme cases. Once you prove to be a thorough monster that deeply endangers other humans... you don't deserve life. We as a society have to work together, not destroy one another. Do you like horror movies? Why or why not? Yeah! I like the thrill of them. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? No; I am FAR too picky with my food. I want to be vegan, but I just wouldn't survive. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had a whole story based around some plastic dinosaurs, alligators, deer, and Pokemon figurines. Who was your first best friend? What is your favorite memory of/with them? Are you two still friends? Brianna. I don't know what my favorite memory is... We made a lot. We're Facebook friends, but we don't talk anymore. Would you rather hang out with someone who is always high or someone who constantly wants to get drunk all the time? High, I guess. Drunk people I think get sloppier and, in some cases, angry. The (few) high people I've been around have just been chill and friendly. How did you meet your newest friend? I'm not entirely sure who I consider to be my newest friend. The last time you kissed someone, were your arms around their neck? I don't think so? I'm pretty sure I was just hugging her around the waist. You have to get a facial piercing, what do you get? I've mentioned how I wanna get my nose re-pierced in multiple surveys. Do you straighten your hair? No. When is the next time you will see the person you like? Who knows, dude. I really want to be able to walk for two minutes without feeling like I'm dying before I go to an airport again, and even more importantly, even as a fully-vaccinated person, I want Covid to chill out before I travel again. And who the fuck knows when that'll be since people don't want to listen to goddamn professionals. Did you get to sleep in today? I actually slept through my alarm and was late to gym today. :x Your first dog? I was born into the family with a collie named Trigger, but she passed when I was a baby, so I don't have any memories of her. We got what I want to say was a Rottweiler mix named Angel at one point, who I consider our first family dog, but she was born with that disease that some puppies have where they just... die. Who I consider MY first REAL dog was Teddy. <3 Stood loyally by my side as my furry son and most devoted friend for around 13 years. Do you prefer mint, citrus, or cinnamon toothpaste? Mint. Are you one of those people who are always cold? No, I'm always hot. Have you done anything sneaky lately? No. Have you ever had feelings for someone and thought “This is the person I want to be with forever”? Yeah, twice. Do you keep notes, drawings or letters that people give you? Of course! Have you had a significant other that you never kissed? Well, boyfriends, but I wouldn't count the ones I haven't kissed as truly "significant other"s. Has anybody ever dated you only for your looks? I don't think so. Do you have any handshakes with anybody? Nah. What are you listening to? "Necessary Evil" by Motionless In White & Jonathan Davis. Would you take back your last boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah. Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? Ozzy Osbourne. Since middle school. Who is your favorite author? I don't have a fave. Do you like cheesecake? BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH- How did you meet the last person you kissed? YouTube, back when it had more social aspects. Do you wake up cranky? Not usually, no. I'm actually in my best mood in the morning. Have you ever met your favorite band/singer? No, but holy fuck would that be awesome. I want to thank him for his music so badly. Do you have a good relationship with your parent(s)? Yeah. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? My old house, yes, but not this one. Do chickens have feelings? Yes. Have you ever been to a spa? Yeah, even though I really wasn't interested. I just went with Colleen because she invited me. I appreciated her wanting to hang out and include me of course, so I was happy to go, but it's not something I'd do of my own volition. The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? The lemonade. Favorite South Park character? I don't have one, given I'm not interested in the show. How often do you have to shave? When/where I shave grows back FAST, so frequently. Ever go ghost hunting? No but omg I'd love to. Someone date me just to go do this together one night lmao. Do you have any family in the military? No. Can you talk to your mother about most things? I know I CAN talk to her about absolutely everything, but I don't always. Would you ever homeschool your children? If they wanted it and it'd be beneficial to their health and educational success, then yes. Are you afraid of change? Oh boy, am I. Who’s your favourite character from one of your favourite books? I'll go with The Outsiders, in which case I remember it was Dally.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''necessary evil'' by motionless in white (ft. jonathan davis)

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lokidiabolus · 4 years ago

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The Deal - Chapter 3

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (web series)

Pairing: Alastor / Angel Dust

Warnings: human!Angel Dust (Anthony), Deal with a devil AU

Summary: Sometimes you had nobody to spend the Christmas with. Sometimes you didn’t want to. Sometimes you took a chalk and drew a pentagram on the floor fully ready to deal with anything that would come out as an alternative to self-pity occurring otherwise.

The time when Anthony thought if he can’t get anybody to love him properly, he can just make a deal with a devil and find out what affection feels like. Alastor thinks this mortal is pitiful beyond belief and concede. Cuddles happen.

Can be found on Ao3.

Notes: Holy shit, this took long, and should probably take longer but I'm just itching to get all this out of my system, so here it is. Also realized Alastor’s gloves are not fucking black and red lmao, but burgundy, fuuuck. Changed it.

Unbetad!

2020, January 18th

“What did ya think I’d say to a dead deer in my living room?!” Anthony almost fell out of the window for how far out from his flat he was leaning, trying to get rid of the corpse stench that assaulted his senses. “Is it some kind of fuckin’ peace offering? Like sorry, I fucked up, here’s a dead deer?!”

“A deer for my dear~,” Alastor singsonged in response while happily cutting vegetable at the kitchen counter, as if there was no stinky corpse in the flat, bloody and so, so dead.

“No, fuck you,” Anthony growled back into the flat, not bothering to turn even a little. “I hate you.”

“Now, now, cher, lyin’s bad for your health.”

“You are bad for my health!” he turned to the demon with an accusatory finger pointed at his face, and then made a retching noise when the smell of blood reached his nostrils. His hangover state couldn’t handle the smallest deviation from normal and corpses were definitely not in top 1000 of smells he was used to. Alastor didn’t even raise an eyebrow, he just calmly continued his ministrations as if he just didn’t carve the poor deceased animal right in the very room. Wasn’t it some sort of cannibalism if he would eat anything made from that thing? A deer eating another deer? Was that even allowed?

“Dat might be tru,” the demon agreed after a moment of pondering. “Demons are rarely good fer people.”

“Ugh,” Anthony sagged against the windowsill and the icy wind blew snowflakes into his face. “Seriously, why did ya even bring this thing. Where did ya even get it? A whole fuckin’ deer…”

“Hunted it down,” Alastor shrugged and walked towards the sink where the meat was resting pitifully (in Anthony’s opinion), portioned, but also skinned with surprising skill, not elaborating on the hunting part like it was his favourite hobby and not worth questioning. “It’s our weekend. Wanted to cook for you.”

Our weekend sounded sweet. Anthony wanted to be wary of that, but he was just a human and he liked it despite the possible danger lying in those words. After all that went down, it was apparent Alastor saw him as something akin to a pet project, a “unfuck this guy before he dies” sort of challenge, if his I’m going to fix you eventually speech was sincere. Who knew if anything about this person was sincere in general, but making dumb life decisions was Anthony’s forte so maybe he was inclined to believe the demon anyway.

“’K,” he huffed, his stomach finally calming down and he started to get chilly. “Just… tell me when yer done with the raw meat shit. The tequila is not agreeing with me otherwise.”

There was no answer until after several minutes he felt a hand touching his lower back and a body leaning against him to join him at the window.

“Aren’t you cold ‘ere?” Alastor asked as if he just didn’t squeeze in with him at the window and his warmth was a stark contrast with the chilly wind blowing outside.

“Well, not anymore,” he forced himself to remain on spot and not lean into the contact, more out of spite than anything else, but Alastor did it for him, hugging him from the side.

Hugging… him, what?

He must have felt the rigidness of Anthony’s body, there was no way he would not. Sure, they talked about hugs, but Alastor never looked like he was going to act on it anytime soon, and this was definitely soon as fuck.

“Meat is boilin’ and I put rest in da fridge,” Alastor’s voice was so, so close.

“I have a dead deer in my fridge now?” the human faked a reprimanding tone and the arm around him tightened and he felt Alastor nuzzling his hair. Oh. He wasn’t lying when he said he and his shadow are one person, because this felt familiar – only much warmer.

“Oi,” he nudged the man. “If ya feel like huggin’, I want a proper hug.” And took a step back and opened his arms.

Alastor hummed… and went back to the kitchen counter.

“Don’t push your luck, cher,” he said instead, like he didn’t just leave Anthony hanging, probably also out of spite. “How ‘bout you peel potatoes instead?”

“Wow,” Anthony let his arms drop down. “Just wow.”

He helped with the potatoes anyway and tried ridiculously hard to ignore the fact Alastor’s Bambi tail was wagging all this time.

***

2020, February 13th

“I have a request.”

“Only one this time?”

Anthony refused to feel offended by that. Alastor had been bitchy for a week now, probably had to do something with Hell fucking with his control kink, but it usually only made him snarkier, rather than hostile. Anthony wouldn’t probably even notice if the demon didn’t snap on Wednesday and Anthony’s living room suddenly resembled a boutique with at least fifty racks of clothes haphazardly appearing where was still free space, making Anthony stare at it like a child during Christmas. It wasn’t a bad “snap” Alastor had, actually seemed like a nice gesture until he said: Now be a good boy, Anthony, pick something nice and be quiet. If I hear one more word from you, one of those jackets is going to strangle you to death. So, Anthony shut up and Alastor eventually calmed down enough to allow him to speak again without the static going haywire (and he also let him keep the clothes, ayyy).

State Alastor was in also meant no touching policy. Anthony taught himself not to initiate anything unless in bed about a month ago already but still sometimes slipped when Alastor was too close – and it usually didn’t rouse a bad reaction (unless it was about the tail. Or the ears), but if Anthony tried it when the static was loud and grating, he’d risk a limb. He didn’t have a problem to keep his distance at that point and Alastor seemed to appreciate it.

But now it sucked.

“Ya know, tomorrow is the 14th,” the human pointed out, sitting sprawled in the comfy oversized cushion he bought himself two weeks ago and at which Alastor scoffed for some reason. It was the best thing to laze in ever, the demon had no taste. “And ya know.”

“I am not sure what I should know on the 14th,” the demon uttered, his red eyes not leaving a page of his book for a second. He was seated on the couch with enough distance between two of them that could be still considered social and as hanging out instead of we had an argument so we’re not talking to each other, which was technically not true. They didn’t argue since the tequila fiasco and that cleared up anyway. This was mostly just… precaution.

“Well, I know this is your last day this week,” Anthony tried different approach and sat more properly on the cushion. Not that it helped much, since he was sporting a pink crop top hoodie and booty shorts and Alastor already expressed certain distaste for it, but didn’t demand him to go change, so it was at least a small victory.

“Indeed, it is,” Alastor responded primly, turning a page in slow pace, like a snob he was sometimes. Another thing about the bitchy state of his was the speech. He never let it slip like he usually did when they were together, just talked like a radio all the time like he was keeping his barriers up almost hysterically. Anthony didn’t question it, but he sure did miss his Cajun accent a lot. It felt much warmer and softer than the radio show host persona Alastor normally presented, although it was probably just his form of coping.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, bracing for inevitable refusal that was going to meet his demand. He knew Alastor well enough to distinguish when he was not going to be swayed, and it definitely reached that point. “Just wondered if maybe you’d stay one more day.”

“I am quite busy, dear,” Alastor responded as Anthony thought he would. “You could have planned it a week prior if you knew 14th was an important date.”

It was like talking to a computer at this point. Please leave a message, beep.

“Ya, I could have,” Anthony admitted and let it go. It wasn’t like Valentine’s Day was something special for either of them. Or, honestly, meant anything to their relationship. Maybe there was some Deal day in hell’s calendar they could open bottle of wine to down the year eventually.

A sigh and Alastor was putting his book down, his smile rather strained.

Uh oh.

“Anthony,” there was the Name CallingTM, “if you have something to say, say it.”

“Nothin’,” the human shrugged while sagging back into the cushion. “Three days are up.”

It was the weekend-less week now too and Anthony knew Alastor was itching to get back to hell to deal with whatever was needing his attention and he sort of thought of telling him if he really needed to go, he could, despite the deal saying otherwise, but was selfish and never did.

“I am not going to repeat myself,” the static rumbled more, meaning the bitching mode intensified and Anthony groaned. He should have kept his mouth shut.

“It’s just Valentine’s Day, ‘s all,” he mumbled and right the moment the sentence left his mouth, he would shoot himself if he could, because even to his ears it sounded so… cringy. Like he was expecting Alastor to bring him flowers and have dinner together with candles and all that bullshit they do in the movies. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Actually. Forget it. I dunno why I even thought about it, for fuck’s sake.”

“Lover’s day,” Alastor didn’t forget it. Oh no.

“Yeah, but I didn’t mean it that way, honest,” Anthony quickly assured him, and really wished Alastor would just shrug it off and return to his book like love never interested him. Since it never did. He was such an anti-intimate and anti-sexual person Anthony suspected him of really being just a little alien in a robotic body, like in Men in Black.

“Then what did you mean by asking me to stay on the Lover’s day?”

Oh yeah, okay, bastard mode activated now as well. Just keen on marinating Anthony in his own sweat and tears from the obvious mistake. Classic Alastor.

“Nothin’,” he piped defensively.

“Nothing would not make you ask me to stay one more day on Lover’s day,” Alastor was staring at him like a laser now, just burning through his skull. He was obviously super into making Anthony squirm in self-pity from his bad life decisions.

“Please, forget I asked.”

“No.”

“Pleaaaaase.”

“No.”

And that was it. That was the end. That was Anthony herded into an imaginary corner with nowhere to go, and Alastor was already turning towards him, and he couldn’t say if the smile was mischievous or angry. Lately the border between those was thin as fuck.

“I just thought a company on the most depressing day of the fuckin’ year would be nice, is all,” he gritted his teeth under Alastor’s red-eyed stare. “Like. We could watch some chic-flics on TV and drink wine and laugh at it, I don’t know.”

“You know how I feel about the picture show shenanigans,” Alastor shot right back, as expected. He learned to more or less tolerate when Anthony wanted to watch something on TV in his presence, but he never joined him for it like a goddamn boomer.

“Ye, see. So, it was doomed from the start anyway!” He hoped it was the end of it. Sure, he might have thought about some cuddles here and there too, since that was what they were supposed to do anyway, but the main plan was not to be alone while hating on all the hearts and roses and happy couples showed everywhere.

“It would seem so,” Alastor finally let him off the hook and opened his book again, the static diminishing slightly. “You can still drink wine though.”

“I plan to,” the human mumbled more to himself than to his companion and was just glad he didn’t need to go to work on that wretched day, or Alastor would find him in hell the very evening.

***

2020, February 14th

He’d be lying if he didn’t have at least the smallest hope of Alastor appearing out of thin air with one of the soft smiles he could do and with his Cajun accent telling him he changed his mind and wouldn’t leave him alone on such awful, overrated cash-grabbing day like this. It was probably 1 % chance of it happening, but he still felt a little disappointed when the clock showed a bit before midnight and Alastor didn’t show up at all, not even saying hi over the radio or sending Junior to give him few comforting nuzzles (Anthony was suspecting him he kept his shadow on short leash since the tequila incident and it was kind of sad).

He was switching between channels with a small frown two wine bottles later, but at least he managed to survive this shitty day without burying his face in PCP. He’d have to leave the house for it and the image of seeing happy hand holding couples on his way would kill the urge anyway.

Once Titanic started to play, Anthony decided it was enough suffering for one day and turned the TV off with a groan. Maybe Alastor knew exactly what kind of boredom the TV was, if not playing shitty movies, then filling majority of its broadcast with ads, and that’s why he avoided it.

He dragged his body to the bathroom and then to the bedroom to cuddle his body pillow instead of Alastor (not the same, but at least he didn’t wake up in the middle of the night anymore feeling cold and alone), and stopped dead in the tracks, staring at his bed.

There was a rose on his pillow – a red, beautiful rose just lying there like it was no biggie, and Anthony was afraid to blink in fear it would disappear. He padded closer, staring at the flower, and then turned quickly, searching the shadows for any sign of Junior hanging around, ready to pounce. He found nothing, the flat was silent and dark, and the rose was still on the pillow when he turned back.

“Al, you fuckin’ softie,” he chuckled to himself, picking the rose with a smile playing on his lips, just to hiss immediately after when a thorn bit into his thumb, drawing blood. Of course the demon would leave all the thorns intact, if not even adding more, just to show him he’s not as soft as Anthony would think.

“Classic Alastor,” he shook his head and brought the rose to his lips. “Thank you.”

He missed the shadow slithering out of the room and disappearing in the radio softly buzzing in the kitchen.

***

2020, July 25th

“Jazz club?”

“I’m in a mood for some good live music,” Alastor opened another wardrobe in the bedroom and raked through the clothes on hangers, mostly scoffing in distaste. It was Saturday evening and the night was warm and lively, inviting them out. “Do you actually own anything presentable or is it all just random bright coloured horrors?”

“Excuse me,” Anthony pushed him to the side from the wardrobe opening and dived in himself, pulling out a pastel blue shirt with stitched flowers on its lapels. “I only have the nicest-,”

“Denied,” Alastor snatched it from his hand and threw it on the bed. “Try again.”

Anthony huffed but grabbed another of his favourite pieces, an old-pink V neck he couldn’t even properly present before Alastor was taking it out of his hold and throwing it on the bed too.

“Yer such a prude sometimes, holy shit,” he rolled his eyes. “What the fuck ya want me to wear then?”

“Something dashing, of course,” the demon eyed the closet one more time and then closed it with a scoff. “And something red too.”

So we match was left unsaid.

“Maybe you should try pink instead,” Anthony smirked but honestly it was better if Alastor never attempted that one. Red and black were his colours like an ingrained order of the world, any deviation from it would probably make it collapse.

He wasn’t surprised Alastor didn’t react. Instead the demon left the bedroom and Anthony followed him while thinking.

“I can wear a dress,” Anthony offered after a moment. “Like. Those nice jazzy cocktail dresses and feathers in hair in a pearl headdress. And do nice make up.”

“A dress?” Alastor repeated. “Do you own any?”

“Yeah, plenty,” the human shrugged. “Often from work, though it was other bar I worked in before. Most of the guys were in a drag, they taught me how to do my own make up and how to style the hair. Really enjoyed that place, too bad they closed it down once the owner shot himself cuz of his debts.”

“Unfortunate,” Alastor commented with a nod. “Though I do recall you were saying the bar you work in now have the costume events too. Are dresses part of it as well?”

“Anything goes,” Anthony shrugged. “Dresses, skimpy body suits, fishnets, business wear. It’s usually themed with the drinks and the food.” He didn’t miss Alastor’s eye roll when he mentioned the skimpy body suits, but at least Al didn’t comment on it.

“I suppose guests enjoy that kind of show,” Alastor said matter-of-factly and Anthony decided not to elaborate. Going to work no longer made him feel at ease, it was mostly automatic. He just shut down all of the negativity, did the work, slapped grabby hands and went home. It more or less kept him out of trouble so far.

“So? Want me to doll up?” he leered at the demon between the doors. “I even have a red dress that might be just what you’d like.”

Alastor looked curious, that was a good sign. It had been few years since Anthony dressed up like this, but it could be a nice change of pace and a treat for his favourite demon who might not have about any interest in intimacy but could get very appreciative when he saw something he liked.

“Please,” the static dropped from Alastor’s voice. “Surprise me, cher.”

Anthony beamed and disappeared in the bedroom.

***

“Grandma,” Anthony walked into the living room in high heels, a fluffy coat covering his body all the way to his knees. He immediately drew Alastor’s attention and saw his eyebrows shooting up. Before he could open his mouth and ask probably why the hell was Anthony wearing a winter coat in the middle of summer, the human dramatically threw the coat down, so it pooled around his feet and struck a pose. “It’s me! Anastasia!”

Cue for the laugh, though Alastor just remained staring without a single word and Anthony cackled and kicked the coat away back into the bedroom without bothering to put it on a hanger.

“Forgot ya don’t watch TV, joke’s lost on ya,” he commented dryly and walked closer, the heels clicking against the wooden floor rhythmically. Alastor still stared but reached out towards him, so Anthony put a hand into his and their fingers intertwined.

“Ya like?” he cocked his head to the side and Alastor actually beamed at him, his eyes raking appreciatively over the setup the human presented – deep red flapper dress with long, pearl necklace tied on his chest into a knot, with fishnets and open black heels, and long black gloves reaching just above his elbow. The red and black eyeshadow with perfect eyeliner took some time, but Anthony was proud of the result and judging from Alastor’s pleased expression it was worth the wait. He styled his hair into 20’s fashion (thanks google) and the only thing he was missing was the headdress and the feather, but he imagined it wouldn’t be a problem for Alastor if he asked for it.

“Vous êtes absolument époustouflant,” the fluent French came out and even though Anthony had no idea what it meant, he believed it was a compliment. At least the tone sounded like it was.

“Hehe,” he let Alastor to twirl him around and when he finally faced the demon again, he realized he was not in the pinstriped suit anymore, but instead of the coat there was an elegant black vest and the red shirt under had different pattern as well, all accompanied by a thin black tie.

“Damn, that’s pretty sweet, Al,” he gently patted the tie and Alastor offered his arm with a smile.

“I believe we’re ready now, cher,” the demon gestured towards the main door and Anthony locked their elbows together and let Alastor lead them out. He felt his palms sweating in the gloves, the last time he felt so nervous was maybe on his first real date, but he was so not telling that out loud.

***

Birdland jazz club was the first thing that Anthony thought of and Alastor seemed satisfied when they entered the building and found a place to sit. Going out with Alastor wasn’t as frequent as it could be, but Anthony didn’t mind it either way. The first time they ventured outside of the walls of Anthony’s flat was around March and it left Anthony wondering why nobody actually turned around when seeing Alastor from the get go – the suit, the hair, the red glowing eyes – not really a normal sight in New York, that for sure.

2020, March 24th

“They don’t see me like you do,” Alastor told him when they sat in a coffee shop and ordered. The waiter didn’t even bat an eyelash at the demon, and it left Anthony’s mind reeling. “They just see a normal person, not even that interesting.”

“As in completely different person?” Anthony inquired and Alastor gently touched his forehead before taking his hand back again. In that moment instead of the red-eyed demon there was a man in his thirties, if not younger, with wild brown hair, rather short and tousled, hazel eyes hidden under round glasses, in a white shirt and a vest, looking completely human and normal and honestly kind of cute?

“Oooh,” Anthony couldn’t help it, “what a cute guy, damn. Ya can change to whoever ya want?”

“Not really,” the human had Alastor’s radio voice, how bizarre. “This face… it’s not whoever, it’s just me.”

Anthony blinked, taking in the face and the eyes and the small smile, and oh, yeah, there was a resemblance now when he focused more, but that would mean…

“Wait. Ye were a human before becoming a demon?” he gaped in shock and one eyebrow shot up on the pretty human-Alastor face.

“How is that surprising? We even talked about my mother,” he shook his very human head. Damn, it was so strange, yet adorable. “Of course, I was a human. Then I died. Ended up in Hell.”

“I don’t know!” Anthony groaned. “I know we talked about it but I just… I mean ya seem like an important and strong kind of demon? Like Lucifer-kind of demon? Surely there are demons born in hell and not just sinners becoming ones?”

“Yes, hellborn demons are a thing,” Alastor nodded and then stopped talking when the waitress approached with their orders, placing a steaming cup of black coffee in front of Alastor and Frappuccino in front of Anthony. The demon eyed Anthony’s drink with distaste but didn’t comment on it. “It is amusing to topple them over, while being just a sinner.”

“But then… you don’t really hold your appearance when you get down there? Or did you choose it?” Anthony tilted his head to the side, not getting enough of this stranger in front of him. Familiar, yet not at all.

“You do not have a say in it,” Alastor answered simply. “The appearance the sinner take in Hell depends on his life or the way he died. There are variety of things in play.”

Anthony nodded thoughtfully while sipping his drink and then grinned around his straw.

“What,” Alastor narrowed his eyes at him and Anthony let the straw go with an audible pop.

“Well, didja fuck a deer~?”

2020, July 25th

Alastor ordered whiskey and Malibu Sunset for Anthony without even needing to ask his companion and the waiter eyed them both with a pleasant smile before leaving. The club was almost full, and the live band just started to perform, which made the ambience quite enjoyable. Anthony didn’t mind jazz, though he was not a die-hard fan of it either. He knew about the clubs but never actually came to chill in one like this before. It was… pretty nice, especially with the company. Alastor was holding his hand on the table, a gentle touch Anthony relished in, and for some reason here, sitting like this, he felt like his equal. Like not only as a pet project and a future pawn, but a partner.

“It is peculiar,” Alastor suddenly spoke, his eyes meeting Anthony’s again. “For how much the world changed, jazz clubs are still feeling almost the same to me.”

“Compared to which year?” Anthony asked, holding his gaze and felt a thumb gently caressing the back of his hand.

“1930,” Alastor smiled with surprising gentleness. “What a year.”

1930. He didn’t know when exactly Alastor died, but if in 1930 he was enjoying jazz clubs, he must have been an adult already. It made him 80 years old past his death at least.

“30’s baby,” Anthony chuckled. “No wonder you don’t fancy TV. It was probably just coming out?”

“Yes, the biggest wave came after I died, thankfully,” a clear distaste in Alastor’s voice was hilarious. “Would prefer radio anyway. It was my job after all.”

“A radio host?” Anthony guessed as much, and the demon hummed while sipping his whiskey. It fitted him, that sort of occupation. “Well, I dunno what ya did in your life to end up in hell,” he leaned against his palm, smiling at Alastor softly, “but yer biggest sin is not talkin’ in that accent of yers. And I mean it. It’s so hot.”

“Correct speech was a must for a radio,” Alastor said primly, but he looked very relaxed talking about it. “Talkin’ like dis would make me a garbage host.”

“I could listen to ya for hours tho,” Anthony grinned and Alastor glanced back to the live band with a small smile, still holding Anthony’s hand.

The night passed fast with great music and maybe a little more alcohol then they planned on drinking, but they could still walk on their own legs when leaving. When drunk, Alastor dropped the correct speech entirely and was extremely touchy feely, which reduced Anthony into a giggling mess.

“You’re a lovely companion, cher,” he was crooning at Anthony when they were walking home through the New York streets, arm sneaked around Anthony’s waist. “Da deal we made was da best thing dat happened to me in a long time.”

“Oh, man, Al,” Anthony couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Ya know how to flatter a guy, huh.”

“Truth is da sincerest form of flattery!” Alastor spun the human around, twirling him on the pavement like a ballerina, then stilling him again with both hands holding his waist. “And I mean every word.”

“Ha, are ya this happy because of the dress?” he batted his eyelashes at the demon and Alastor’s hands slid lower to Anthony’s hips before returning to his waist, an appreciative touch that made Anthony’s breath hitch.

“It suits you,” Alastor concluded, standing close and personal. “Da whole look suits you so well. But even in your pink distasteful pieces of cloth you call fashion, you still look da best.”

“O-ooh, boy,” Anthony felt his heartbeat speed up. If he’d only slightly dipped his head, he could be kissing the man in front of him. Maybe normally he even would if his partner wasn’t a demonic deer with intimacy aversion. But he didn’t want to fuck this up. Holy shit, he would really go and kill himself if he fucked it up now of all times by not holding his horses and forcing himself on an obvious asexual only enjoying the company, while having too many drinks to keep his defences up.

“T-thanks, Al,” he gulped down the cringy nicknames he would use on anybody else after a date night. “Yer the best company I could’ve hoped for too.”

He was adamantly sure it wasn’t him who brought them together, that it was Alastor’s hand grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him lower and then pressing their lips together in a quick kiss, and Alastor’s body pushing against his, and also Alastor who stepped away again with half lidded eyes and a sly smile, saying: “Remember, you’re mine forever.”

Anthony was never, ever going to forget that.

***

2020, July 26th

It was the rhythmical beat of rain against the windowsill that woke Anthony up. The weather let up a little and allowed a little colder wind to blow through the windows and it felt so pleasant Anthony just buried his face back into the warmth and breathed out in contentment. It took him a moment before he realized the warmth was Alastor’s chest and that there were Alastor’s arms holding him firmly in place and their legs were intertwined and even though it was nothing new, he suddenly felt his heart speeding up almost in panic and he blinked in confusion on why the hell would he freak out now after more than half a year of sleeping with the demon like this.

It hit him just a little while later – because Alastor kissed him yesterday. On his own. While drunk.

Nothing happened afterwards, they just stumbled back home and Alastor was clingy and by some miracle Anthony managed to get rid of the make up and change into an oversized t-shirt before collapsing to bed with the demon draped around his torso, mumbling sweet nothings like a suave Casanova with zero experience and then they both fell asleep.

He knew Alastor had his clingy moments, usually when really, really tired, so it made sense his drunk self would be probably another extension of that behaviour. But the kiss was still unexpected, and Anthony was terrified of the consequences. He could see Alastor freaking out over it when sober, he could imagine him being distant and cold to deal with the situation, to keep Anthony on arm’s length again, and it was making him sad. He could maybe hope Alastor would draw blanks after the night, but he didn’t drink himself to stupor, so the chances of that were quite low.

He looked up to the sleeping face of his companion, relaxed and content, and just thought fuck, why is he so lovable sometimes? Why couldn’t he be more demonic, more heartless, or crueller for Anthony to keep at least his metaphorical heart to himself? Why was watching him sleep pulled so many strings in him? Why his presence was so dear and needed? Why falling in love always happened with the worst kind of person?

“Are you tryin’ to curse me, cher?”

Anthony whined and buried his face back into Alastor’s chest. Of course the fucker was awake, witnessing Anthony’s existential crisis.

“I’d recommend voodoo for dat,” the demon had no mercy. “It’s lot less messy.”

“I’m bad ad sewin’,” Anthony mumbled into the red shirt and the laugh Alastor let out rumbled in his chest like thunderstorm. His clawed hand raked through Anthony’s hair with gentleness and it was too much for his poor, weak heart.

“This is gonna sound morbid, but…” he started quietly, “I can’t wait to be dead. So I can be with ya down there.”

The hand stilled for a fraction of second before resuming its pace.

“Dis is gonna be morbid as well, but I can’t wait for you to be ded too, to be with me down dere,” Alastor’s other hand moved to rest on the small of Anthony’s back, the warmth seeping into his body like poison. “To belon’ to me and do my biddin’ any time I’d want you to.”

“Fuck, that’s kinda hot?” Anthony groaned. “Imagine talking like this in front of people though. Can’t wait for you to die already, babe! Like shit, is he a murderer? Is he gonna slice his throat in bed?”

“Romance done right.”

“Till death do us apart… for a moment, until we’re pass that phase,” Anthony couldn’t help but chuckle. Honestly, he never thought about dying as much prior meeting Alastor, like he knew it was going to happen eventually – sooner or later, it depended a lot on drugs and work and attitude – but there were no deep feelings about his life ending. Not even that much fear. But now? It was like a gateway he couldn’t wait to pass, and it was a little fucked up.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” Alastor sighed and yeah, he didn’t help, really. “Comin’ here so often is quite taxin’. I adore bein’ with you, but it would be even better when we’re both in Hell, havin’ you on my lap-,”

“On your lap?!” Anthony whipped his head up, grinning. “So yer a kinky bastard after all!”

“Nothin’ kinky about wantin’ to keep you close,” the demon was so confident all of sudden, sheesh. Was he still a little drunk? He never talked about things like these – hell, he never actually expressed his feelings toward Anthony so openly, unless it was his shadow who, instead of words, was showing him by nuzzles. Sure, it was apparent he liked Anthony at least a little, but now it scaled up so much Anthony was scared it was just a dream and he was going to wake up soon.

“On yer lap, with your dick out, huh?” Stumbled out of Anthony’s mouth, out of habit, honestly, and he immediately regretted it. Alastor, as expected, scoffed at it.

“Darlin’, we’ve talked ‘bout dis.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Anthony rested his chin on the back of his hands. It was somewhere in April, if he remembered correctly, when Alastor informed him sex was probably as interesting to him as stepping into muddy puddle and then having to clean his shoes. Anthony took it as it were – it was in their deal anyway about the intimacy and sexual stuff, so it didn’t come as much as a surprise to hear Alastor was purely asexual character. It was still fun to rile him up sometimes though. “Just want ya to know ya can do anythin’ yer want to me. Even here.”

“You’re always so sincere, cher,” Alastor’s hand previously in Anthony’s hair slid down to his cheek, gently caressing it.

“Life sucks anyway,” Anthony leaned into the touch. “Every time yer not here, it’s like it loses colours. Like yer my impulse control and when I can’t be with ya, I do stupid shit. Like drugs.”

“Lately?”

“On occasion. When alone for too long,” Anthony admitted not too proudly. It was difficult to let it go completely, no matter how Alastor filled the void. Once he was gone, the void returned. “Makes me feel better. When yer here, it’s like I’m addicted to ya and need to fill that void with somethin’ when ya leave.”

“Can’t be helped,” the demon’s thumb slid down to Anthony’s lips, the claw gently pressing down and easing up. Anthony felt an urge to lick it, but Alastor would probably smack him if he did.

“Shouldn’t ya be discouraging me?” he teased a little and Alastor raised an eyebrow.

“Do I look like an angel to you?” he asked with a tilt in his voice and Anthony shrugged.

“Yer trying to fix me.”

“To feel more confident, not a saint,” Alastor opposed and Anthony hissed when the claw cut the tender skin on his lower lip, a drop of blood appearing.

“…fair,” he hummed, watching Alastor stare at the redness with half-lidded eyes before he suddenly pulled Anthony close and licked the droplet away, making him shudder.

“I can’t let you be too much of a good boy,” the demon whispered to his lips. “Or we’d have a problem with upstairs.”

“And we don’t want that,” Anthony added breathlessly, and his partner smirked.

“We really don’t, darlin’.”

***

2020, October 9th

It was a rare moment – rarer than seeing a rainbow after rain, but it was there. Alastor allowing Anthony to touch his hair and ears, while sitting on a couch in the living room, reading a book he brought along from hell. They were in the middle of preparing dinner but there was at least 30 minutes of downtime and Alastor thought it was the best time to study some of his hell shit, like Anthony wasn’t there, ready for a cuddle.

Unfair.

So he stood behind the couch, right above Alastor’s head and risked a gentle scrape of fingers through the red and black locks. Alastor didn’t react, which normally meant a green light for whatever Anthony was up to, so he buried his hand in his hair and while the demon made a humming noise in the back of his throat, he didn’t stop him. So he played around, twirling the strands, pulling them back, braiding some, poking the ears till they flicked, until he started pulling the hair back from Alastor’s face and from the sides into a neat ponytail he secured with a hairband he had on his wrist from his own hair care just an hour ago and left it there.

Alastor… with a ponytail. Huh.

He circled the sofa and stopped in the front, taking the sight of the new style in, and yeah, okay, that shouldn’t really make him this horny, but it did.

“Am I gonna regret lettin’ you play with my hair, darlin’?” Alastor glanced at him from the book and Anthony buried his face in his hands.

“No, but now I regret ya let me because I made ya even fuckin’ hotter,” he whined.

Alastor delivered an overkill when he rolled his sleeves up once they got back to cooking and left the ponytail be. Anthony was pretty sure he was only preparing him for the suffering in hell in his own way.

***

2020, November 11th

The first time he had thought of taking off Alastor’s gloves were on Wednesday evening while resting his head on the demon’s legs, playing with the hem of them. He had never seen Alastor taking them off – ever. Honestly he never saw him take off about anything except of his shoes and his coat, but even when he rolled up his sleeves, he left the gloves on and Anthony thought he maybe just had a thing about touching stuff with his bare hands - some people did. He knew there were scars on Alastor’s forearms and his chest, he had seen them when he unbuttoned his shirt a little, so maybe his hands were the same and he didn’t like showing them. Alastor didn’t strike him as somebody who cared as much about other people’s opinion, but he knew appearances might be deceptive. With Alastor’s obvious control kink the image he presented himself with probably played its role.

He was dragging his nails over the fabric of the burgundy gloves with thoughtful hum and when Alastor didn’t protest in any way, he slid two fingers under the hem, touching the bare palm of the demon’s hand. Still no reaction that would mean Alastor hated it, which encouraged him to continue.

The tip of his tongue peaked out in concentration as he tried to fit more in, at which Alastor finally cleared his throat above him.

“Darlin’,” he crooned. “What’re you doin’?”

“Havin’ sex with yer hands, duh.” He wiggled his fingers a little and Alastor sighed while grabbing the offensive hand and stopped the ministrations. “Aww.”

“Leave my hands outta your crudeness,” the demon flicked his forehead instead and then rested his hand back on Anthony’s chest where it was before. It only took about ten seconds before Anthony was on it again and at that point Alastor just grabbed his wrist and held it up.

“Nooo,” the human tried to wriggle out of the hold, but the grip was inhumanly strong. “Spoilsport. It’s not like I’d do somethin’ dirty to it… maybe.”

“Whateva you say, darlin’,” Alastor didn’t budge, obviously. But at least it made Anthony think of something else when it came to Alastor’s elusive hands.

“Let’s make a deal then,” he proposed, grinning at his partner’s confused expression. “You lemme take off yer gloves. And I won’t do anything bad to yer hands.”

“Dat sounds like a rubbish deal,” Alastor shook his head. “No dice.”

“Then… what do ya want in exchange?” he batted his eyelashes seductively, which had about zero, if not minus, effect on the demon. “Imma game for anythin’.”

There was a gleam in Alastor’s eyes as if he thought of something wicked and manipulative, and then his smile widened. Anthony thought of anything – eternal enslavement, monthly donation of human souls, not talking for a week-

“I want t’ see you in a suit.”

“Say what now?”

“I’ll let you take my gloves off, but I get to see you in a suit,” came a term and Alastor was positively beaming now, which was weird, because… a suit? Was that even a proper condition? He could have just asked; it wasn’t like Anthony had an aversion to wear fully buttoned up clothing or something. Sure, he didn’t love it, but to make a deal out of it?

“I mean… sure?” The grip on his wrist disappeared and Anthony sat up, still confused. When a hand appeared with familiar green shine, he checked once more for Alastor’s happy expression and then took it, feeling the tingle running down his spine.

“Pleasure doin’ business with you, darlin’,” Alastor gently grabbed Anthony’s chin to raise up his head a little. “Now dress up. I’ll be waitin’.”

“Yer a public menace,” the human barked out a laugh but got up anyway. He was pretty sure he still had a suit from the cabaret night and could only hope it would still fit.

It fit. He liked the suit because despite wearing it just once, it fitted him like a glove and even though he wasn’t exactly a fan of black and white setup, it had its charm once in a while. The well-tailored vest and close-fitting pants still made a nice figure and Anthony vaguely remembered the cabaret night granted him quite a bit of extra money, just because of how the pants hugged his ass (and because of his pretty face too, he was confidently sure. He didn’t even need to suck anybody’s dick that night).

He checked himself in a mirror for the last time, trying to find any imperfection he could somehow remedy, until he was completely satisfied and returned to the living room with surprisingly nervous expectations.

“No Anastasia today?” Alastor greeted him with a small smile standing near the couch, and Anthony fidgeted, not really feeling that confident in the clothes as he ironically was in the dress before.

“Wouldn’t wanna make the same joke twice, ya know,” he rubbed the back of his neck and took two more steps closer to where Alastor was standing. “Well. Here I am. In a plain boring suit just for yer viewing pleasure.”

“Pleasure indeed,” the demon looked delighted, which still baffled him, but maybe he had a thing for suits in his asexual spectrum, why not. Then he offered his hand for Anthony to take, palm up, and he realized the gloves were already off. Alastor’s hands were black as night with long, red claws gradually darkening until the blackness swallowed the colour. The obsidian shade was stopping in tendrils around his wrists like the shadows were swallowing his hands in a provocative manner and Anthony had an urge to rub his face all over it.

He must have stared for too long because the hand started pulling away and Anthony panicked with low nonono and grabbed it like a frightened animal.

“Ya can’t just flash it and then walk away with it, sheesh,” he grumbled, holding the hand in both of his and it was smooth and somehow warm, and feeling like a human hand, sort of, but at the same time not really? He couldn’t tell for sure. He wondered how it would taste if he licked it.

“You looked put off, didn’t wanna flaunt it ‘round,” Alastor’s voice cracked his concentration and it made him look up to the demon’s face in surprise. The smile he had was tight – was he self-conscious about it? In all its strangeness his hands were like some famous artist’s masterpiece, nothing to be conscious about.

“Well, ya should flaunt it around,” he said firmly. “Damn, it’s like. Really cool and kinda creepy, I like it.”

The hand visibly relaxed, the claws opened, and Anthony couldn’t stop himself anymore, he just rubbed his cheek against it like an affectionate cat and heard Alastor’s breath hitch in his throat.

Score.

“That feels so niiiice,” he purred happily. “And for just one lousy in-suit evening, ya should feel cheated.”

“Quite the opposite, darlin’,” another clawed hand joined the first one and then Alastor was holding his face on both sides, gently rubbing his cheeks, and Anthony was pretty sure he had the most dorky expression on his face right now but didn’t care. “You look dashin’.”

“Mmmhm,” Anthony grinned, and his hands covered the clawed ones and squeezed. “How ‘bout you walk back a bit.”

“Walk back?” the demon tilted his head, but did as he was told, just to lose his balance immediately after two steps when his knees hit the edge of the couch (Anthony pushed him slightly so he would fall right into sitting position, because he was a little shit and had a plan). Before Alastor could say anything else (though he didn’t look like he wanted to), Anthony sat on top of him, knees next to his thighs and took one of the blackened hand and gave the pointing finger an experimental lick.

Alastor immediately bristled like Anthony just flashed him, the static buzzing to life and off the roof, and shit, it should have scared him, but it did not. He stopped though, watching the demon with seductive smile and Alastor gradually breathed in and out and the static stopped again.

“Scary,” Anthony winked at him, still holding the hand in his, and Alastor shook his head and flexed his claws.

“You try your luck too often,” he just said in a low, warning voice.

“I know,” the human positioned the clawed hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating, vulnerable and open, and smiled. “I’m goin’ to be good from now on. Promise.”

“Moderately,” Alastor added.

“Ya know it.”

Their hands intertwined and Anthony was pretty sure during this night the defences Alastor had lowered for him once more.

***

2021, February 9th

When it came to birthdays, Anthony normally ignored them. Since almost no one knew the date, he was mostly safe to spend the day as any other, so it actually came as a surprise when Anthony brought home bouquet of roses from work (ironically from the patrons and not from co-workers, go and figure) for his birthday and put it in a vase on the table in the living room. It was rather nice of them, sure, though it only fuelled the disdain from his co-workers further. He more or less forgot about it up until Alastor showed up in the evening and noticed the newest addition.

“I thought the Lover’s day is on 14th,” Alastor watched the bouquet as if it would explode any moment, his eyes narrowed.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Anthony peeked in from the kitchen. “Valentine’s Day is on 14th. This is cuz of my birthday.”

“Your birthday is today?” the demon left the bouquet alone and joined Anthony in the kitchen, his tone surprised. “You did not say anything.”

“Well, cuz it’s not really important,” Anthony shrugged while slicing meat. Even though he normally ignored this day, he kind of wanted to make something special for Alastor, if anything else. As a treat for himself. “Nothing worth to celebrate.”

“What a strange thing to say,” Alastor leaned with his back against the counter right next to Anthony, his expression curious. “Mortals normally enjoy celebrating their birthday. Mainly because of gifts, at least?”

“Well, I’m a special case.”

“Not enjoying gifts?” That was a stupid question. Of course Anthony enjoyed gifts as long as they were not mean or overly sexual, but along with his miserable life his birthday mostly left a bitter taste in his mouth every year.

“As much as any other John, obviously,” he glanced at Alastor with a smirk. “It’s just… not my thing. To celebrate the day I was born.”

“I see,” Alastor nodded thoughtfully. “Would it be an overstep if I said I would like to celebrate it with you?”

“You would?” Anthony stopped with the meat preparations and turned to face the demon, a weird flicker of happiness igniting in him.

“Celebrating the day you were born seems very fitting,” Alastor’s smile widened. “Otherwise we would never meet. And I treasure the moment when we did.”

“Aww,” Anthony cooed, and it was nice, to be told by the person you were crushing on.

“Though I must admit,” Alastor tilted his head to the side. “I am not entirely sure what is the norm in this century.”

“We can bake a cake?” Anthony offered. He was pretty sure he had all the ingrediencies stocked. “I guess people usually do that. Then they wish happy b-day and lots of health and good fortune or… I don’t know, I don’t usually do this shtick. They smooch maybe too. Or shake hands. Same thing for some people.”

“Oh,” Alastor looked thoughtful. “That sounds amendable.”

“Yeah, we can try-mmph?!” Out of anything that could possibly happen to him on his wretched birthday, Alastor pushing him against the counter and kissing him was definitely not one of them. Sure, they did kiss sometimes, though it was usually chaste and almost innocent?

Well, this was extremely far from innocent. This involved tongue. This was some other Alastor possessing the demon’s body, ravishing his mouth in the kitchen on his birthday while his hands cupped Anthony’s face and his thumbs were gently caressing his cheekbones, and what the hell, the gloves were off too, it made Anthony melt. Alastor was nipping on his lower lip and then diving back in, and Anthony felt his body shiver and his hands gripped the pinstriped coat in fear Alastor would stop or something, and when the demon let go of him with a last obscene lick, he realized he was basically on verge of suffocating already without his brain notifying him. He gasped for air with a shudder and Alastor joined their foreheads together, his smile small and private.

“Happy birthday, darlin’,” he purred. “Thank you for bein’ born.”

Anthony made an inhumane voice in the back of his throat and clung to his demon as if his life depended on it.

Maybe his birthday was not so bad after all.

(Later he found the bouquet in the trash and a new and much bigger one on the table instead. Alastor acted like he had no idea what happened.)

***

2024, October 1st

When Anthony thought about dying at any point of his life, it just meant the end. He didn’t know how he was going to die, but that usually changed each year. As a teenager, he wanted to commit suicide several times a year, mainly from age 15 to 17. He wasn’t sure what exactly stopped him each time, but somehow, he pulled through. In his mid-twenties it was a risk from the outer sources – too tight squeezes of hands around his neck when having sex, too many drugs in his system, too much alcohol. Once even a stab wound from his crazy ex. Granted, Anthony almost killed him back on the spot – though later he found out the fucker died in the hospital. So technically it wasn’t exactly murder? It should have been though.

Anyway. When he hit 30, he felt like his mind was on verge of breaking and any kind of distraction was strong enough to keep him occupied. He thought about death from time to time, but always stopped his hand reaching for a knife in the kitchen, thinking maybe, just maybe there is more to life than stubbornly surviving days, weeks, months of his miserable life for no reason.

At age 31 he summoned a demon and for four years his life turned to be enjoyable three times a week, and sometimes even five. He gave his heart and soul to hell for company, and fell in love with a force of nature, a whirlwind of emotions, a lovely devil. He never, ever regretted a single day spent with Alastor, a single hour, a minute, a second. Despite their occasional quarrels, their differences, and their triggers, they enjoyed each other’s company. They learned through their mistakes and they made each other stronger through the weaknesses, and while all that was slowly fading away in staccato of painful spasms and tears, Anthony still felt fondness and maybe even a twinge of happiness of his cage finally breaking free, even though it hurt like a bitch and he felt sick and alone.

It wasn’t like he wanted to die. He didn’t think 35 was some kind of milestone of life and death, a crossroad not meant to be crossed.

But he was tired. He was lonely. He wanted and craved and yearned for more of something that was out of his reach, no matter how much he tried to grab it, to pull it close.

You are still alive, mon chéri, and it is yours and only yours to live. I do not want you to regret it, no matter how much I want you with me. I might have forfeited my life, but your heart still beats. Do not waste it.

Anthony thought Alastor was being cold that day. He thought they were just words said to placate him somehow, a lie spilled to keep him here. If he wanted, if he craved like Anthony did, would he say please live to him? Right after spilling his heart? Even though they both wanted to be together? Even when they both morbidly dreamed about Anthony’s eventual death?

Now, thinking back to it… he saw what he meant. Now, when everything was turning cold and distant and dark, he realized dying at 35 is young and stupid and wasteful.

Yet he didn’t regret it. He was never going to regret selling his soul to a devil and leaving a place that only brought him pain in a ditch.

The only thing he regretted was dying alone in a dirty bathroom, but… it wasn’t like he could choose anyway.

“There, there, darlin’.”

There were warm hands holding his face. Everything felt raw and searing, like falling through liquid fire.

“Breathe.”

He tried to, but only hacked out blood. He shook his head, curling into himself. The hands gently petted his hair.

“Now, now, my heart,” the voice cooed. “My everything. You are safe now. You belong to me.”

He felt a pain in his chest, like his heart was torn out and left a gaping chasm behind. It was like tasting despair and ash on tip of his tongue.

“Nobody will ever hurt you again, cher,” a gentle reminder, a curtain hiding the missing organ in his body, a beautiful lie. “Nobody, ever again.”

He submitted to it and the pain disappeared.

***

2024, 359th day

“I can’t believe that! Ya almost ate my pig!”

“I thought it lost its way here and it is time for dinner, it was only appropriate.”

“How dare ya! Ya monster!”

“Can you two keep it down?!” A screech came from the stairs and halted the crossfire like a switch before the owner of the voice even entered their field of vision, a fair hair flowing around a pretty face, a fierce glare seizing them. “Bloody old-married couple, do it somewhere else!”

“What she said,” a grumble agreed from the bar, and a tall, four-armed spider demon picked a small pig from the floor and cuddled it to his fluffy chest, cooing at it gently.

“Well, sorry for trying to save my little baby from this guy,” he glared at his enemy from under long, white fringe. “He’d eat him. Eat Fat Nuggets!”

“Oh dear, you already named it?” the red-eyed demon twirled his microphone in his hand, his smile widening. “You should have told me. Would adjust the name on the menu.”

“Keep talkin’, big boy, I have enough venom to make you spend your day in agony,” the spider hissed and the pig in his arms snorted happily, apparently finding all the commotion amusing. “And not the good kind.”

“I am looking forward to it, darlin’,” Alastor crooned and Vaggie made a retching noise when she finally reached the bar. Husker didn’t need her to ask for a drink, he was already pouring her one – and one for himself. It wasn’t like she condoned the bar in the hotel, but sometimes it was a much-needed way of coping, especially when it came to these two.

“Can you leave already?” she turned back towards them once she gulped the alcohol down, grimacing at the burn crawling down her throat. “Angel was talking about this for a week and now you stand here for whatever reason for half an hour, you should’ve been gone by now!”

“I wasn’t talkin’ about it for a week,” Angel shot back while pursing his lips. “Just few days, maybe.”

“A week?” Alastor crossed his arms on his chest. “Lucky. I was hearing about it since he got here.”

“Well excuse me for being sentimental,” Angel stuck his tongue at him and walked towards the bar, handing Fat Nuggets to Husker, who eyed the pig warily.

“I ain’t looking after that fucking thing.”

“Pleaaase.”

A groan, but the cat demon took it, rolling his eyes. “Last time though.”

“Sure thing, hot stuff,” Angel winked and left the bar in easy stride, joining Alastor in the middle of the hall. “Shall we?”

“Only waitin’ for you, cher,” Alastor offered his arm and Angel locked their elbows together. “You sure you don wanna take da pig with you?”

“Why?”

“A late night snack.”

“I’ll fuckin’ smack ya, stop it,” he grumbled at the laugh Alastor didn’t even bother hiding, and let the man lead them out of the hotel.

The red sky above their heads was like an everlasting void pierced by a tall, dark tower in the distance and Angel kind of liked how demons were afraid to come close to it, yet to him the place felt like home. The Radio tower came with big overlord territory and despite it being rather far from the hotel, Angel insisted on walking instead of Alastor using the portals to get them there in seconds. It just felt more date-like rather than abusing the Radio Demon powers and Alastor didn’t argue about that – which was nice because normally he argued about everything for the sport of it.

“I guess it makes sense,” Angel hummed while leaning into Alastor’s warmth on their way through the Pentagram city. “Christmas is ‘bout Jesus being born and shit. No reason to celebrate it here.”

“I was wonderin’ when you’d find out,” Alastor responded matter-of-factly. “Christmas bein’ a big Christian secret.”

“Har har,” the spider demon nudged him. “I’m new, don’t make fun of me. Can’t help I miss it.”

“Of course you miss it,” Alastor freed himself from Angel’s hold, just to sneak his arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “It’s when you met me.”

“Yer so fuckin’ cocky, maybe I just miss the presents,” Angel crossed his upper arms on his chest, but his lower one curled around Alastor’s waist as well.

“I’m da only present you’ll ever need~,” the Radio demon singsonged and Angel barked out a laugh.

“Guess that’s not completely wrong,” he admitted and when he felt a hand on the back of his neck, he met Alastor’s lips halfway in a chaste kiss, both not even stopping on their way to the tower.

“You’re da only one for me too,” Alastor whispered softly. “My dear Anthony.”

Angel couldn’t help but think life is fucking overrated when your boyfriend is owning your heart in all kinds of ways.

#hazbin hotel #radiodust #alastor x angel dust #au #the deal series #human!angel dust

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EPILOGUEˢⱽ

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✫5 years later✫

"A... space voyage?"

Namjoon looked at the older man sitting across the oak brown table diligently, raising his brow, a certain assertiveness in his tone that people knew to be cautious of. The man across the table smiled uneasily, nodding.

"Yes! An extensive journey across the galaxy. See, ever since those new alien species appeared from eons away, we've grown scared. There's so much of the universe that's still undiscovered! So I talked to my superiors, and we think it's the best fit for someone like you to lead this kind of a mission. You've done it before, no?" The man said, and Namjoon sighed, fixing his suit jacket.

"Eh... probably a few months." The man said, and Namjoon rose his eyebrow again. The man sighed. "Okay, 1 year. It'll be 1 year long, but that's not even that long! Ships go out for years at times!"

"Right, but by the time we're back, many many years would have passed," Namjoon said, and the guy shook his head. "Only a few! That's why I want you to arrange a team of hard-working young people who aren't scared to venture out for so long. Come on, Mr. Kim. Do it! All the paperwork you surround yourself with must get cumbersome. Don't you want to go back to space?"

Namjoon looked unsure and then stood up, humming. "I'll be back with my answer shortly," Namjoon said, and then walked out of the room.

Namjoon let out a short breath, walking out of the Galactic Navy headquarters, where he worked. He saw the pink skies overhead and then saw his car drive up, driver waiting for him to get in. Namjoon got into the back of the car and then gave the driver a certain address. Namjoon took his phone out, pressing it against his ear.

"Hello?" Namjoon asked, and then sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm afraid we're going to need your assistance."

✭

The 27-year-old man sat on his couch, seeing the hovering television above him, his dark hair tousled, fingers gripped around the neck of a wine bottle.

"You're drinking."

"Your mom."

"Yoongi that CAN'T be your answer every time I catch you drinking," Hoseok said, walking up to him. Hoseok grabbed the hovering television from above Yoongi and folded it up, chucking it to the side.

The smaller black haired man looked up at his orange haired boyfriend, who still had his bright young eyes and pinchable cheeks. Yoongi sat up, huffing. Hoseok sat down in front of him, cupping his cheeks. "Talk to me, baby. You've been drinking again. That's never a good sign."

"I'm just..." Yoongi mumbled, and then pushed forward, leaning his head on Hoseok's lap, clawing to hold his hand like a cat. "Bored, y'know? Work's been so boring lately. You can only translate another alien species' language so many times before it kills you!" Yoongi said, and Hoseok carded his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, I get it. Work's boring for me too. I designed 18 ship engines over the past 9 weeks, and honestly, they're all the same thing. I handed 18 same blueprints, and no one knows. Yoongi oh my fucking god I'm going to jail-"

"You're not going to jail for sending in the same 18 blueprints, dummy," Yoongi said, and Hoseok kissed his forehead. "But yeah. Working sucks. Why can't we just like... NOT work and still get money and benefits?? Ugh." Yoongi rolled his eyes, and they both heard the doorbell ring.

Hoseok and Yoongi both looked at the door, not expecting anybody. Both got up and trudged towards the door, and Hoseok opened it, and both him and Yoongi gasped in surprise when they saw Namjoon.

Namjoon grinned. "Say goodbye to your boring old lives," Namjoon smirked. "We're back on board, bitches."

"Feel lie that's overly aggressive and insensitive but WHAT?!" Hoseok gasped, and then Namjoon rushed into their house to tell them everything.

✭

"No!" A loud voice shouted. "Please, don't hurt her!" Jimin cried, tears in his eyes, hands stricken.

"Jimin it's fine," Lav let out softly, her hair straight and till her shin. She nodded at Jimin. "It's fine Jimin. Everything will be fine." She said.

"No!!!" Jimin continued, tears beginning to rush down his face.

"Why the FUCK are the two of your being so fucking dramatic?" Jin snapped, sitting on their breakfast counter, a glass of orange juice in his hand and a frown on his face.

"Because, Seokjin, we're playing Pacman and the little pink ghost is going to fucking DIE," Lav said, and then moved the controller and Jimin screamed when Pacman ATE the pink ghost.

"I fucking hate you guys. Why do I keep coming here for breakfast?" Jin grumbled to himself, getting up from the bar stool, walking over to the couches area, where the now avender haired boy and Lavender were sitting on the fluffy baby pink carpet.

"Because you got kicked out from your apartment."

"I didn't get kicked out- shut up Jimin! I left on purpose because Namjoon wouldn't choose with flowers to have for our 5 year anniversary dinner. When I asked for the last time, the bitch said lillies. Fucking LILLIES! Untasteful BITCH! So obviously I broke his watch. And then-"

"Literally relax. Also, I can't believe the two of you have been married for 5 years." Jimin said, and Jin sighed, walking up to them.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm done with this boring ass planet. I think me and Joon might shift." Jin said, and then there was a ring on the doorbell.

"Don't leave Jinnie! Who's going to help us when we get sick?" Jimin asked, and Jin frowned. "Bitch help yourself... damn."

Jimin widened his eyes. "Someone's aggy."

"Shut up. Your hair looks like slime. Stop coloring it so much. Shit feels like sandpaper." Jin said, feeling Jimin's hair between his fingers.

Jimin got up and jumped on him, beating him up. Jin yelled, and Lavender giggled and walked to the door. Jimin started talking about how he was going to fold Jin like an omelet, and then they heard a gasp.

"Namjoon!" Lavender said, and Jimin stood up, and Jin sat up, frowning. Namjoon smiled at the door, wearing a suit, hair dyed grey.

"Lav, Jimin- say goodbye to your old boring live-" Namjoon began once again, and then Jin stood up, walking up to him.

"You!" Jin shouted, and Namjoon widened his eyes.

"Oh my god," Namjoon said, and then ran out of Jimin and Lav's house, onto their front lawn. Jin ran after him, racing fast and then jumping onto his back. Namjoon screamed in terror.

"Look at this buffoonery," Jimin mumbled to Lav, who shook her head while they both watched.

Namjoon, who was now on the floor, looked at Jin and groaned. "Babe seriously, you're 29 now."

"Fuck you're right. I look mad dumb doing this bullshit out on the roads. Let's go to Jimin and Lav's house, I'll fight you in there-"

"No! Look, our 5 year anniversary is going to get a whole lot fucking better tonight, wanna know why?" Namjoon asked, a big smile on his face. Jin sighed.

"You're going to top for once?"

"What? No. Shut up." Namjoon said quickly, blushing. "Anyways! Come inside, I'll tell you everything." Namjoon said, and then both him and Jin got up and walked into the house.

"What's this about? RuPaul's Drag Race season 23982 is airing soon and I don't wanna miss it." Lavender groaned, and Jimin groaned as well, nodding.

"This is more important. Guys-" Namjoon said, and then grinned at them. "We're back on board." He said, and the three widened their eyes.

✭

There was only one more house Namjoon had to visit.

A slim finger twirled around a lock of red hair, twirling it over and over its fingers. A loud sigh filled the room, slim legs kicked onto a brown table, wearing short shorts and a bright red t-shirt.

"It's really annoying." Jungkook's voice filled the room. "He just refuses to do so! I keep asking again and again, but... I don't know. Maybe he's losing interest in me... we've been together 5 years! Yet he still hesitates..."

"Who're you talking to?" A deep voice asked, and Jungkook looked up and bit his bottom lip when he saw the silver haired boy leaning against the doorframe, wearing blue sweats and a black shirt.

Jungkook humphed, looking away. "Wow. So now you care about my feelings?"

"Are you still mad about last night, cherry?" Taehyung asked softly, walking over to Jungkook, who bit the inside of his cheek, seeing Taehyung walk over. "I said sorry so many times."

"Whatever. Big head." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung pouted a little, kneeling down by him. "Who are you talking to?"

"Oh-" Jungkook said, looking at the phone, which was still on call. "I was just telling your dad about how you refuse to cum inside me without a condom on-"

"Jungkook!" Taehyung snapped, eyes big and cheeks blue. He grabbed the phone and put it against his ear. "Sorry, dad. Enjoy your vacation with other dad." Taehyung said, and then heard a chuckle from Zaivis from the other side and cut the phone.

"What's wrong with you? God- stop talking to my dad about this kind of stuff!" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook's eyes grew big.

Jungkook saw Taehyung looked angry, and then whined, getting up from the chair. "You're being mean again!!" Jungkook cried, rushing out from the living room, his shorts riding up as he did, ass bouncing, making Taehyung look at them scornfully. Taehyung gulped, seeing the red haired boy jump onto the sofa, onto his stomach.

"Baby..." Taehyung said, walking up to him. "I'm doing it for your own safety, darling! It's not anything against you," Taehyung explained softly. "You're just being a little... voluptuous." He kneeled down in front of the sofa, putting his hand on Jungkook's ass.

Jungkook looked at him, pouting lightly. "Big word." Jungkook said in a small voice, and Taehyung smiled. Taehyung loved this. Loved this part of their relationship. Because Jungkook was sometimes bratty but so so fucking cute all the time, and Taehyung could live with that for a million years.

"It means you're not thinking right. Last night we started having sex, right? And then what went wrong?" Taehyung asked, continuing to knead Jungkook's ass.

"You... you didn't cum inside of me because you weren't wearing a condom." Jungkook explained, and Taehyung hummed, looking at him closely, hand still firm on his ass. "And then what did you do?"

Jungkook's cheeks turned the same shade as his hair, and the boy hid his face with his hands. "I started crying a-and called you a big jerk."

"Do you think that was fair to me?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook shook his head, biting his lip. "I-I know- but- but I'm on birth control, Tae. Look-" Jungkook said, and then turned in a way and bent over the head of the couch, so his ass was facing Taehyung's face.

"How does me looking at your ass give me an indication of you being on birth control?" Taehyung mumbled.

"I don't know, but fuck me~" Jungkook wiggled his hips around, and Taehyung sighed, standing up and giving Jungkook a spank. Jungkook fell over and then growled at Taehyung.

"Kook you keep missing out on your pills! You don't even take them unless I remind you to." Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook bit his lip, squirming around on the couch.

"Nngh-" Jungkook mumbled, bringing his sweater paws up to his mouth and biting onto them. Jungkook began wiggling his ass more, and Taehyung frowned. "Nskdjskd."

"What?" Taehyung frowned. "SKDJKSDJ." Jungkook cried out, and Taehyung pulled the sweater sleeves out from between Jungkook's lips.

"Put your dick in me!" Jungkook whined, spreading his legs.

"Jesus." Taehyung said, turning around and walking out of the living room, leaving Jungkook like that. Jungkook started whining from the living room, and Taehyung just heard the bell ring and walked up to the door.

The door opened, and Taehyung gasped. "Namjoon!" Taehyung said, and then hugged him tightly. Namjoon hugged him back.

"Hey, Tae! Jimin told me you got back from Jupiter just a few days ago. How was your trip?" Namjoon asked, and Taehyung let him in.

"Great, great. You know, still helping their broken economy and all that. But this is such a surprise! How come you visited? We haven't met since Yoongi's birthday." Taehyung said, and Namjoon followed him inside.

"I have some big news! I think you'll be excited." Namjoon said, and Taehyung grinned widely. "Ooh, that sounds exciting. Why don't you wait in the living room, I'll get some water." Taehyung said, patting Namjoon's back. Namjoon hummed, walking up to their living room.

He opened the door, and then instantly he saw Jungkook on the couch with his ass in the air, whining into the pillow which his face was stuffed in. "Taehyungie pleaseeeee I need your fat cock to split me open-"

Namjoon screamed. Jungkook sat up on the couch and screamed as well, getting off the couch and standing up.

"Namjoon! What- what the fuck are you doing here?" Jungkook let out, eyes wide.

"I'm!!!!!! Fuck! Okay." Namjoon took a deep breath. "I'm going to ignore what I saw, it's not like I haven't seen worse. I'm here to give some big news."

Jungkook gasped. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" Namjoon asked, eyes wide.

"What else could the big news be?"

"Why the fuck would I come to your house to tell you that YOU'RE pregnant???"

"I don't know how babies are made!" Jungkook snapped, and then the living room doors slid open and Taehyung walked in, holding a glass of water.

"Here." Taehyung said, giving him the water. He walked up to the other couch with Jungkook and sat down on it, seeing Jungkook still standing. Taehyung pulled Jungkook's shorts down from behind to cover his ass, giving an indication for the boy to sit down. "What's up?"

"We're back." Namjoon said, grinning. Taehyung froze for a bit, eyes growing big. Jungkook looked clueless.

"Back where?"

"We're back!!! Dude, it means we're back!"

"I have NO clue what that means-"

"Jungkook it means we're BACK."

"PLEASE someone explain clearly what the FUCK is going on-"

"The head of the Galactic Navy told me he needs me to find 9 suitable people to take on a mission to the other side of the galaxy for a year to explore." Namjoon said, and then smiled a little. "Just like we used to."

"Just like we used to," Taehyung's eyes glimmered, and then he smiled. "Are- are you here to recruit us?"

"I already asked Yoongi, Hobi, Jin Jimin, and Lav. So, yeah. The two of you. I know you guys just got engaged..." Namjoon said, looking at the sparkly rose gold ring sitting prettily on Jungkook's fourth finger, the bright blue diamond on it glittering in the sunlight. "...like two weeks ago. Which was why I thought this might be iffy to you guys..."

They got engaged 2 weeks ago. Zaivis had given Taehyung his grandmother's ring. Taehyung told an oblivious Jungkook that they were going for dinner. The two of them went to the moon, and Taehyung booked the roof of a restaurant. The lights were a light blue and red, and so were their cheeks, opposite but complete in its own way. Taehyung had kissed Jungkook lightly, and then Jungkook had begun rubbing himself against Taehyung because he thought Taehyung was hard. Turns out, Taehyung wasn't hard and just had a box in his pocket with a ring in it.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, and then caressed his thigh, the redhead still looking a little confused. "No! No, honestly, we'd... we'd love that. I mean, all of us met that way, y'know? And I know cherry here hasn't been to space for a good few years. I mean, he just finished with University, after all." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded.

"I have a degree!" Jungkook said excitedly, even though Namjoon was there at his graduation. Namjoon smiled.

"Exactly! No school butting into your lives, no work, nothing. Just us. In space. For a year. Cruising the galaxy. We might come close to dying- but look how much we've grown! We've got amazing weapons, powerful technology! I mean, Jimin can communicate with almost every species! Yoongi can get all the information on the planets! Jin can help all of us with our injuries! Hoseok can engineer the ship! Taehyung, you can explore, and Lav can navigate! And Jungkook can...." Namjoon trailed.

Jungkook looked down, pouting. "I-it's okay. You don't have to take me if you d-don't wanna." Jungkook said, gnawing down on his bottom lip, looking hurt, eyes big.

"Woah, Joon-" Taehyung said, hand protectively going on Jungkook's back. "I'm not going without Jungkook," Taehyung said lowly, and Jungkook looked at Taehyung with a slight blush.

"I know! I was kidding, relax! Jungkook can help us so much. He's the ideas guy, isn't he?" Namjoon said, and Jungkook looked up with big eyes.

Ever since University, Jungkook's main job in the Galactic Navy was to literally make up as many ideas as he could. His brain always runs wild and he comes up with a list of a thousand things. And even if 999 of them are absolute bullshit, one of them is what makes their whole mission a success.

Jungkook smiled. "Yeah! Let's do it!" Jungkook chimed, grinning widely. Taehyung smiled. "Yeah. Me too. I'm getting tired of being the Jupiterian diplomat. I wanna get down and dirty again."

"You can get down and dirty here too, Taehyungie-" Jungkook licked Taehyung's ear, and Taehyung put his hand over Jungkook's mouth, still smiling at Namjoon.

"We're in." Taehyung said, and Namjoon nodded with a grin.

"But wait-" Taehyung said, frowning. "You said 9 people. Jungkook, Jimin, Lav, Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, You, me- that's just 8. Who's the last person?" Taehyung asked, and then trailed. "Unless you mean..."

Namjoon took a deep breath, nodding fearfully. "He's here." He whispered faintly, and Taehyung and Jungkook's eyes widened.

✭

"Y'all want me to come on some kind of a space cruise?"

Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Lav, and Namjoon stood there, looking nervous. Sitting on a beach chair was Yeontan, getting a back massage by some girl.

"Look, Tannie. You're our only hope. You know the universe better than anyone does! You're the master! With your intellect, we could be safe and sound!" Taehyung said.

Yeontan looked away, sunglasses on his head. "I don' know, fellas. I'm chilling here. I've got a nice ass house, some nice ass babes, a nice ass life. What do y'all have? NOTHING. And THAT'S the real tea."

"I love him." Lavender whispered to Jimin, who nodded in agreement.

"Please, Yeontannie? Just for a bit! You don't have to stay the full year!" Jungkook said, blinking his big lashes, kneeling down in front of the beach chair. "We'll do everything for you!!"

"Yo, weren't you straight or summn' 5 years ago?" Yeontan asked, and Jungkook huffed. "Homosexuality got me, bitch. Anyway- please!!"

Yeontan kicked Jungkook, and Jungkook turned away, knowing he deserved it.

Yeontan sighed. "Okay, fine, fine! I'll come for a month or so. No longer, aight? I don't trust humans and shit. Y'all stink."

"Girl you're ferile."

"I'll kill you." Yeontan said to Jimin, who looked down, getting hit in the head by Namjoon. Namjoon looked at Yeontan longingly.

"Thank you so much. We owe you a lot. The ship takes off tomorrow." Namjoon nodded, and Yeontan hummed, seeing them walk away. Jungkook rushed up to him and kissed his head.

"I'll spit on you."

"Got it." Jungkook said, and then waved at him and rushed up to the others, smiling.

✭

"King Bing DIED??"

"Yeah. Died while getting a blow job." Yoongi said, and Jin spluttered out in disbelief. Jin was in his blue uniform, and Yoongi in his green. It truly felt like they'd reversed time 5 years.

"Hope he burns in hell! Mwah." Jungkook said, and got a slap on the butt by Hoseok, who was checking the space ship to see if it was alright.

The space ship was the same one. The same one from 5 years ago, except more advanced and had more quirks. They were all setting up, as departure was in 30 minutes.

"Hey, is it just me, or had Jungkook gotten like 40 times gayer over the past few years?" Lav whispered to Taehyung, who looked at Jungkook and hummed.

"Ooh I remember- we had sex on the floor there, and then Taehyung picked me up and took me to his room where we had sex there, and then we had sex in my room-"

"Stop listing all the places you've had sex on this ship." Namjoon said, and Jungkook huffed.

"So wait- what's this about you and Jin being married this whole time?" Hoseok asked, and Jin chuckled.

"It's a long story."

"Bitch we have time."

"Jeez. Okay, basically... you know that time during our giant adventure when we went to that one planet? It was in the beginning. Well, we split up, and Namjoon and I went to a place. And then the dude at that place was like 'do y'all wanna get married' and we were like Yes." Jin explained.

"I still don't understand why you didn't tell us you were MARRIED the whole goddamn time," Jimin said.

"Because we thought it'd be funny, and we thought we were going to die. Plus, Jin and I slept together 2 years before we met again at this spaceship. We knew each other from before." Namjoon said, and Jungkook frowned.

"How did the two of you end up having the craziest love story out of all of us...."

"Y'all boring." Yeontan said, sitting in front of the control board.

"Okay well, guys. This is it. The beginning to our one year expedition to the unknown corners of space. We'll meet weird people, see weird things, go to weird places, and finally, probably have a lot of sex. Let's do it!" Namjoon said, and all of them started cheering.

Jungkook suddenly gasped. "I need to pee!!" Jungkook suddenly squeaked and then ran off. The boys ignored it.

"Engines, ready." Hoseok said, closing the last panel of the ship and sitting down in front of the control board.

Jimin sat down on the communications table with Yoongi, both grinning. "Boosters, ready."

"All systems ready," Lav added, sitting beside Taehyung, who was right in the middle of the control board, hand hovering over the red button that would blast them a billion miles away.

"Ship is ready for take off." Taehyung said, looking front, knowing they'd come back to this planet years later. He's said long drawn goodbyes to his fathers, but they knew it'd only be like 5 years or so that their son would be gone.

"Let's set this bitch on fire." Namjoon smirked, and then Taehyung slammed his hand down onto the button, and the ship roared in ecstasy and began racing forward.

"Fuck!" Jin let out, sitting down, being strapped.

"Wait- wait where's Kook?" Taehyung said in the midst of the movement. No one could hear him, because the ship was moving too fast, too loud, a bright beaming light in front of them.

"THIS SHIT FEELS TIGHT!" Yeontan yelled, and Jimin screamed because it kind of felt like a roller coaster.

Finally, the ship stopped, and all the boys found themselves in the middle of silence, seeing planets in the distance. They all started clapping and cheering, thankfully this time no one was screaming or crying (unlike last time).

Taehyung took off his seatbelt and got up, running out of the control room in an instant. "Kookie?" Taehyung called, looking around the ship. Taehyung ran through the rooms and lounges, fear growing in his heart. "Baby?"

Taehyung finally burst the washroom door open, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw Jungkook. "Oh god, baby, you're here. I got so fucking scared-" Taehyung began, and then froze.

Jungkook stood there with eyes wide, holding a white stick in his hands. Taehyung's eyes widened, and he looked at Jungkook, who had tears in his eyes, mouth agape slightly. The white stick had a plus sin on it.

Jungkook was pregnant.

"12 more months of this shit!! No going back now!!" Jimin said loudly from the control room, and Taehyung let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Oh fuck." Taehyung said weakly, and Jungkook bit down on his lip. Oh fuck indeed.

✫THE END✫

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