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fanmoose12 · 4 years ago

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Partners

Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance Rating: T

Detective!au

Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

Chapter 10/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Сhapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Сhapter 7

Сhapter 8

Chapter 9

“We’ve been apart for so long!” Hange kissed the crown of black hair, nuzzling her nose into it. “I’ve missed you so much, my dear! I love you more than anyone else in this world, yes, yes, I do.”

“Are you finished already?” Levi asked, scowling darkly. “Or are you going to continue making out with my dog?”

“I’m just saying hello to my favorite boy!” Hange giggled, and Grim licked her face happily. “Well, my second favorite boy,” she corrected, shooting Levi a mischievous grin.

“Get the fuck off the floor, four-eyes,” he lightly kicked her thigh. “Before your butt freezes.”

“Fine, fine, Grim, get off me, boy,” the dog complied instantly, and Hange outstretched her hand, signaling Levi that she needed help with getting up. Levi rolled his eyes, but obeyed too. Hange stood up, dusting her pants. “A certain someone likes my butt so much, he doesn’t want it to freeze.”

“Take your shoes off,” Levi grunted, way above responding to Hange’s taunts. Whatever he thought about her butt wasn’t any of her business anyway.

“Ah, this place hasn’t changed a bit!” Hange exclaimed, as she walked further into Levi’s apartment.

“What did you expect?” Levi followed after her. “Some big renovations?”

“Maybe?” Hange shrugged. “I was actually worried some cutie lives here now.”

Levi stared at the back of her head, lost and confused. She was worried? About some cutie?

What the fuck?

“You know,” Hange continued. “Some adorable little thing who managed to steal the heart of Levi Ackerman himself.”

“Nothing of the sort happened, as you can see,” he said, his face blank despite his obvious discomfiture.

Adorable little thing stealing his heart? What a bunch of nonsense, Levi thought. Even if there was someone, capable of stealing his heart, it would be a loud, messy idiot who stood a good few inches above him.

“You don’t need a tour around the house, I hope?” he asked.

“Of course not, I remember it better than my own.”

“Good, then settle down, I’ll go on a walk with Grim.”

“Aw, you’re taking him away from me already?” Hange pouted, crouching in front of the dog. Grim licked her pout away, making Hange giggle. And eliciting an annoyed tsk from his owner.

“Let’s go,” he fastened a leash to Grim’s collar. He then looked back at Hange. “Try not to ruin my house while I’m gone, alright?”

“Sure!” she showed him thumb-ups.

Levi shook his head with an exasperated sigh. “I won’t be gone for too long. Oh, and Hange,” he glanced at her briefly, before turning away. “Welcome home.”

***

“Um, Levi?” Hange called seconds after he returned from his walk with Grim. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” he gave Grim a treat and motioned for him to stay put, walking towards the bedroom, from where Hange’s voice was coming from.

Levi walked in and saw that Hange was standing in front of his wardrobe.

Oh. She wanted to ask him about that.

Understandable.

“I know how that it looks kinda creepy…” he rubbed his forehead, feeling more than a little bit embarrassed.

“That’s my old clothes, right?”

Well, there was no pointing in denying that.

“Yes,” Levi said, giving Hange a courtesy of looking her straight in the eyes. “I was the one, who cleaned your apartment after, well, you know…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, throwing them away seemed like a waste, so…”

“Thanks!” Hange beamed.

Levi frowned. “You’re not… mad or something?”

“Of course, not, silly! I’m actually quite happy. I’ve missed this pullover so much!” Hange took the piece of clothing out, throwing it at Levi’s bed. “And this sweater!” it followed the path of a pullover. “And this shirt! And—”

“Okay, stop.” Levi grabbed her hand, preventing Hange from making a total mess on his bed. “I’ve got it, you don’t mind me being a weirdo, my bed has nothing to do with it.”

“Oh right,” Hange chuckled, shrugging helplessly. “Sorry about that. I can—”

“I’ll clean this out,” Levi cut her off. “You go ahead and take a shower.”

That put a pout on Hange’s face. “But I’ve already had one this morning…”

That was an improvement, Levi was actually impressed. Still, it wasn’t enough.

“I’m not letting you sleep in my bed until I make sure that you’re fresh and clean, four-eyes.”

“What!” Hange squealed. “You want me to sleep in your bed?”

“Do you wish to spend the night at my shitty old sofa? With Grim drooling all over you?” Levi bluntly countered. “I thought to take that place myself, but if you’re so eager...”

“But I can’t just kick you out of your own bed. Let me take the sofa.”

“You’re a guest, four-eyes. Take the fucking bed.” He gritted, annoyed by her stubbornness.

“Fine!” Hange threw her hands in the air. “If you’re so dead set on this, I’ll take the bed.” Levi’s lips almost curled into a victorious smirk. “But you’re sharing it with me.”

And the celebratory expression disappeared without a trace.

“…What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s share the bed. You take one side, I take the other, no one sleeps on the sofa, we both sleep on a bed. Together.”

We both sleep on a bed. Together.

These words made blood rush to his face. He just recently discovered that he might be harboring some kind of feelings for Hange. He didn’t know yet just what kind of feelings. He didn’t know when all of that had started and what make of it. So sharing a bed… seemed like they were rushing things a bit.

“Isn’t that weird?” he asked, trying to find a way out of this situation. Preferably without revealing to Hange just what exactly was weirding him out so much.

“I don’t think so, no.” Hange shrugged. “I mean, we’ve shared the bed before.”

“It was one time,” Levi said, understanding exactly what she meant. “And we didn’t share a bed. You fell on top of me while we were napping on a sofa in the office.”

“That wasn’t the only time we’ve shared the bed, though,” Hange remarked. “Remember Erwin’s birthday party?”

“We were drunk,” Levi crossed hands on his chest. “And technically we weren’t sharing.”

“How so?”

“You were sleeping between Erwin and me. It’s not sharing.”

“It is!” Hange huffed. “I was sharing a bed with you and Erwin. Your hands were on my waist! That counts as sharing.”

Oh. His hands were on her waist? Levi’s mind thankfully obscured that detail.

“And if it makes you feel less awkward, it wouldn’t be just us in this bed tonight too.”

“Huh?”

“Grim,” Hange smiled. “I’m sure he’ll join us too.”

Levi scowled. “He is not allowed on a bed.”

“Sure,” her smile turned into a smirk. “Keep lying, Ackerman.”

“Fine,” he shook his head. “I’ll go wash Grim and prepare a bath for you. And then you’ll shut up, take a bath and we’ll go to sleep. It’s late and I had a hell of a day because of you.”

“I’ll go make tea for us in the meanwhile,” she moved past Levi, heading to the kitchen. She stopped when she was right next to him and left a kiss on his cheek. Levi’s heart did a flip. “Thanks for everything,” she whispered, before disappearing into a kitchen.

Levi stood there, with a hand pressed to his cheek, gently touching the place Hange kissed for an embarrassingly long moment. He would have continued to remain frozen on that spot, if it weren’t for Grim, who started to whine loudly, getting impatient of waiting for Levi to snap out of it and take care of him.

“Shit,” he cursed, running a hand through his hair. Just what Hange was doing to him? “I’m coming!” he yelled, hurrying to his pet.

***

Levi put his hands around Hange, pulling her closer. He inhaled her faint scent and smiled, tracing the contour of her shoulder with his nose.

Hange turned in their embrace, facing Levi. She looked him in the eyes, the corners of her lips lifting in a soft, loving smile.

“It’s so good to be reunited, isn’t it? After long two years of being apart?”

“Yes,” Levi breathed out, unable to do anything but stare at her, devotion shining in his eyes.

“Do you think this is going to last?” her voice was honeyed, sweet. Too sweet, Levi realized as Hange’s smile changed. It wasn’t soft. Or loving. It was cold and cruel. “Do you think you can make me stay?”

Hange shook her head, disappointment replacing the once tender expression. Before Levi could say anything, ask her a question or give her some kind of an answer, she disappeared, slipping between his fingers. Like she wasn’t even there. Levi stared at the now empty space beside him with widened, shocked eyes.

“No,” he whispered weakly, grasping the sheet, where Hange just laid. “No, don’t go, don’t leave me alone, not again.”

He was cold, and the room around him was dark. It pressed on him, making him feel like a small frightened boy. The panic gripped and ceased him, suffocating him in its tight, loveless embrace.

And then— as though out of nowhere, there were warm hands on his face and gentle, insisting voice in his ear, calling out his name, repeating it again and again.

Unable to resist, he followed it.

He opened his eyes and he was still in his room, but— it was different from before. It wasn’t engulfed in darkness anymore, the lamp on his bedside table illuminating everything, and he wasn’t alone, Hange— Hange was hovering above him.

She was looking at him with a mixture of worry and confusion, her hair was out of the usual ponytail and seemed to be even more of a mess, the glasses were gone too and Hange was squinting, which made her look like a disheveled, one-eyed owl.

She looked ridiculous, Levi thought. He wanted to stare at her for hours.

“Levi?” she asked in a quiet whisper.

“Sorry for waking you up,” he said, embarrassment making his voice even gruffer than usual. “Go back to sleep.”

He turned away from her, switching off the lamp. A couple of minutes passed and the room was still silent. Levi closed his eyes, hoping that Hange was merciful enough to spare him and forget about the whole incident.

Of course, that was foolish of him. Hange forgetting about something? Nothing more than a wishful thinking on his part.

“Hey,” Hange called. “Do you want to talk about that?”

“No.”

“I do.” She said matter-of-factly. “You had a nightmare.”

Levi snorted. “Great deduction, detective Zoe.”

“That nightmare was about me.” It wasn’t a question, but Hange still paused for a second, giving Levi a chance to confirm or deny it. He remained silent. Hange took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. You’re… suffering because of me—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off harshly, preventing her from spitting out even more nonsense. “You came back, Hange. You’re here now. That’s more than I could ask for.”

“Come here.”

Suddenly, there was a hand on his arm, turning him around.

“I want cuddles.” Hange explained with a silly grin.

“I don’t.” Levi glowered.

“Yes, you do,” she threw her arm over him, laying a head on his chest. “He does want to cuddle, right, Grim?”

Grim, who was lying at the foot of the bed answered by putting his head on Levi’s leg.

“Good grief,” Levi muttered, wrapping his hand around Hange’s shoulder. She nuzzled into his chest with a contended sigh.

Levi was glad that the room was dark this time. It made it easier for him to hide a smile.

***

“So!” Hange rubbed her hands in anticipation, looking around the police precinct with an excited smile. “What’s our plan of action?”

“I’m catching up on all of my paperwork.” Levi said. “You sit tight and watch me work.”

“Boring,” Hange answered flippantly. “Didn’t we use to visit forensics first thing in the morning? You know, to get updates about the clues and stuff?”

“There are no clues, remember?”

“Right,” she scratched her chin. “But, maybe, they found something?”

“They would have informed me already.”

“Maybe, they forgot?”

Levi sighed. “You just want to visit the forensic department, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Hange agreed with a shrug. “Shall we?”

“You go,” he gave her a slight push. “There is something I need to do first.”

“Eh?” a confused crease formed between Hange’s eyebrows. “And where are you going?”

“I’ll join you soon.” Hange continued to stare at him. She put hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, silently demanding a more detailed answer. Levi sighed again. “I’m going to get my tea. And then I’ll come back, alright?”

“Oh,” Hange snickered, giving him an amused look. “Alright, go get your tea, shorty, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Detective Ackerman! Detective Zoe!” before Hange and Levi could go their separate ways, a man approached them. To Levi, he looked distinctly familiar.

“Oluo!” Hange greeted with a smile, bringing Levi up to a speed.

Right, Oluo Bozard, a police technician and Petra’s old colleague. A man who was foolish enough to follow through with her reckless schemes.

“How is Petra?” Hange asked, while Levi was too busy glaring holes at the man. “Did you two get back home safely last night?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you actually,” Oluo rubbed his neck. “Petra, haven’t you two seen her? She doesn’t pick up the phone and she isn’t at your office.”

“Since this weirdo is with me today,” Levi pointed to Hange, earning a playful punch to the arm from her. “I texted Petra this morning, told that she can have a day off. She’s probably still sleeping.”

“Poor thing,” Hange shook her head. “She must be so exhausted.”

“Oh,” Oluo nodded. “I was starting to get worried, but Petra is just lazing around? A weight of my shoulders,” he wiped the imaginary sweat from his forehead and smiled. “Thank you, detectives. Have a good day!”

“You too!” Hange waved at him, then turned to Levi. “Don’t take too long, shorty, I’ll be downstairs.”

“Just… be careful, four-eyes.”

“Huh?”

Levi gave her a knowing look, as corners of his lips curled into a small smirk. “They don’t know about your miraculous resurrection. Don’t give our scientists a heart attack, alright?”

Hange snorted, clasping his shoulder in delight. “I’ll try my best,” she promised, before hurrying to the stairwell that led to the forensics department.

“What an idiot…” Levi whispered, watching her go with a fond look in his eyes.

***

Moving on her tiptoes, Hange carefully made her way down the stairs. She slowly and quietly approached the entrance to forensic department, and then carefully touched the handle, remembering that it used to have an extremely annoying habit of rattling very loudly every time someone moved it.

Two years later, and that particular problem still hadn’t been solved. She softly gripped the handle and turned it, trying to be as stealthy as possible.

She took all the precautions not because she wanted to give the scientists a heart attack, as Levi had so bluntly put it. She just… wished to see a look of shock and surprise on their faces. It would be hilarious, Hange thought, already anticipating Moblit’s wide-eyed and pale-faced look, Nifa’s squeal, Keiji’s shout and Abel’s cursing.

It would be hysterical. Levi would regret not coming with her.

With that in mind, Hange threw the door to forensics department open. “Hey, guys!” she yelled, waiting for the gasps of surprise to reach her ears.

They never did.

Nifa, Moblit, Keiji and Abel all ran out to see her. There were wide smiles on their faces and happiness shining in their eyes.

No shock, though. No surprise. Hange couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Did the miraculous returns of the people who were presumed dead for two years become such a common thing nowadays? Not worthy even a single ‘what the fuck’?

“We missed you so much!” Nifa wrapped her arms around Hange’s neck, bringing her down to a hug. Hange embraced her back, forgetting about her chagrin for a moment.

“What are you standing there for?” Nifa scolded, turning around. “It’s supposed to be a group hug, you idiots!”

Laughing in embarrassment, Moblit was the first to join Nifa. Keiji and Abel, complaining about Nifa’s bossiness in hushed murmurs, were quick to follow her order as well.

“Ah, guys, I missed you too,” Hange sighed, happy as ever. Having four people curled around her body wasn’t exactly comfortable, but Hange felt warm, she felt loved and appreciated.

She felt at home.

***

“So who ratted me out?” Hange asked, after Keiji had put a cup of coffee and a plate of Nifa’s delicious cheesecake in front of her. “Who told you that I’m not actually dead? Was that Levi, that blabbering gossiping midget?”

“Um, no?” Abel answered with a confused frown. He had some troubles imagining Levi as blabbering. Or gossiping. Or anything else, except a menacingly looking, constantly scowling man.

“Then was it Erwin?” throwing a piece of cheesecake in her mouth, Hange leaned closer, watching all of them carefully. “Did that handsome bastard finally grow tired of keeping my secret and decided to spill it out for everyone?”

“It wasn’t him either,” Nifa smiled. “It was Petra who told us.”

“Petra?”

“Yeah, you know,” Moblit chimed in. “Detective Ackerman’s new partner.”

“Of course, I know Petra,” a wide smile appeared on Hange’s lips. “She’s such a sweet girl. I take it, you already bonded with her?”

“She’s nice,” Keiji shrugged, sipping on his coffee.

“And very kind,” Moblit agreed.

“And so fricking pretty!” Nifa added. “If that idiot Oluo ever grows tired of her…”

“Sorry, Nifa,” Hange chuckled, patting the girl’s hand sympathetically. “But I saw them the other day. If anyone is going to grow tired, it’s definitely not Oluo.”

“What a shame,” Nifa stared into her cup of coffee, shaking her head.

“By the way, Hange,” Abel said, diverting attention from heartbroken Nifa. “I’ve gotta say, the eyepatch looks good on you.”

“Yes!” Nifa perked up. “You look so badass.”

“Ah, you think so?” Hange touched the eyepatch with her fingers, a look of self-doubt painting her features.

“You look cool as hell,” Keiji assured her with a warm smile.

Hange’s cheek reddened slightly, as she gave a small nod, silently thanking everyone for the compliment.

“Where is detective Ackerman?” Moblit asked suddenly. “Is he not going to join us?”

“He doesn’t trust your taste in tea, so he went to get his own,” Hange explained with a fond look. “He’ll be there in a moment.”

“What an insufferable little man!” Nifa muttered with a dark expression. “We still keep his favorite brand of tea,” she huffed irritably. “If only he visited us more often, he’d know that.”

“Why are you here today?” Abel questioned Hange. “Does that mean—”

“That it’s a ‘bring your best friend to work’ day?” Hange forced out a laugh, pushing her glasses up.

“So you won’t… return?” Moblit looked into her eyes. His sad, disappointed look broke Hange’s heart.

She took a breath, turning her gaze away. “I don’t know if I’ll return,” she said earnestly. “But… I really want to.”

“So!” she clasped her hands together, destroying the tense silence that fell over the room after her words. “Do you have a nice, horribly mutilated corpse to show me?”

“Oh,” Nifa smirked, her eyes glinting wickedly. “We have just what you need.”

***

Levi leaned against the doorway, unnoticed by everyone. With Hange at the center of the table, it didn’t surprise him. He watched her exchange jokes with the others, smile and laugh, and he thought – finally, everything is as it should be.

He realized he had missed not just Hange, he had missed this, a life he used to have, a routine he was accustomed to, a routine that disappeared ever since Hange was gone.

He missed coming down there with Hange, missed listening to her nerdy conversations with their colleagues and looking at the disgusting, revolting corpses with her, missed dragging her out of the forensics department and into their office, forcing her to get to actual work.

He wondered if this life was ever going to return. He desperately hoped so.

“Hey, detective Ackerman!” Abel’s friendly voice distracted Levi from his gloomy thoughts. “Come join us, the tea is getting cold!”

“We still have your favorite brand, by the way,” Nifa scolded him, wearing a disgruntled expression. “You would have known this, if you actually visited us more often than once in a lifetime.”

“Sorry,” Levi mumbled. Nifa’s strict voice and vicious glare actually made him feel bad. “Thanks for the tea.”

“I saved you a place!” Hange said, standing up.

“And where are you going?” Levi narrowed his eyes, suspicion swirling in his gaze.

“Nifa and I have some business in the dissection room,” Hange leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. “She promised me a cool corpse!”

“Ugh,” Levi pushed her away. “You don’t change,” he told her. His voice sounded much fonder than he intended it to.

“Yeah, love you too,” Hange ruffled his hair and left, hurrying after Nifa.

His heart skipped a beat at that. Levi stared in the distance for a long moment, failing to calm his racing heart.

“Detective?” Moblit carefully touched his elbow. “Are you—”

“I’m fine,” he gritted through teeth, snapping out of his stupor. “Don’t you dare to say a word,” Levi threatened, scowling at Moblit, Keiji and Abel.

He picked up his cup, hiding a blush behind it. Damn Hange and her annoying ability to always embarrass him. That part of her he most certainly didn’t miss.

***

“If watching me work gets you so damn interested,” Levi muttered without looking up from a mountain of paperwork on his desk. “Then lend a fucking hand, four-eyes.”

“Don’t distract me,” she chided, throwing a paper plane right in the middle of his desk. “I’m thinking.”

“Thinking?” Levi crumpled the plane in his hands, changing its trajectory into a trashcan. “I wasn’t aware you could do that. New skill of yours?”

“Asshole,” another paper plane hit him in the side of his head. Levi cursed, crumpling this one with much more force. “If you’re such a douche, I won’t tell you what I was thinking about.”

Oh. That got Levi curious.

“I’m listening,” he said. He sat back in his chair, directing his gaze on Hange. The paperwork lay forgotten on his desk. Levi ignored it. He also ignored Erwin’s voice in his head that reminded him that he was supposed to finish all of it today. He was working for over an hour now. He deserved a small break.

“Well,” Hange huffed, raising her nose up in distain. “Now I don’t want to tell you.”

“Hange,” Levi took a paper from his desk, crumpled and threw it at her, making her look at him. “I’m listening,” he said, looking her in the eye.

Hange’s demeanor changed instantly. She lowered her gaze and shook her head. “You would think I’m stupid…” she quietly mumbled.

“I already know that you’re stupid, four-eyes, so, c’mon, spill it out already.”

“After all this is over…” Hange began, drawing invisible patterns on the surface of her desk. “You know the murders and that shit with Zeke… do you think I can come back?”

“Hange,” Levi looked at her seriously. “Tell me one thing, please – are you an idiot?”

Hange glanced up, blinking in surprise. “…What?”

“You saw how much everyone misses you today, and you still have any doubts about coming back?”

“I doubt it’d be so easy…” Hange fumbled with her thumbs. “I’m presumed dead, after all.”

Levi rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I’m pretty sure Erwin can clear that out in no time.”

“But after those two years, would I be able to… fit it?”

“You’re definitely an idiot,” Levi declared, biting his tongue from saying something much worse. “Tell me one goddamn reason why you wouldn’t fit in.”

Hange shrugged, studying her nails so intently like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “You have a new partner now.”

“That’s… what got you so worried?” Levi spoke, his voice full of surprise.

“Well… I just don’t want another partner, I guess.”

“Idiot,” Levi repeated once again. “I don’t want another partner too, I don’t think Petra is going to be very upset if Erwin finds her a new one.”

“Oh!” Hange finally looked up, her face bright and excited. “You would want to continue working with me?”

“No,” Levi said in a dead-pan voice. “Working with my best friend is absolutely awful, I hated every second of it, that’s why I was so depressed after your death.”

“Gosh, you’re such an asshole,” Hange said, a smile breaking on her face.

Levi couldn’t help but curl his lips upwards too. “And you’re an idiot.”

“Erwin would be ecstatic to have you back too,” he remarked, turning back to his papers. Looking at Hange’s smile made him think silly things. It made him want to press his lips to that smile and taste if it was really as sweet as it looked. He shook his head slightly, struggling to return his attention to work.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you were his best detective, after all.”

“Hm.” Hange frowned. “Weren’t you the precinct’s best?”

“No,” Levi said, his voice much gruffer than usual. The pen in his hand trembled from the force he was holding it with. “Without you, I wasn’t.”

“Levi…” Hange whispered.

She stood up suddenly, the scraping noise from her chair filling the too quiet room. She walked up to his desk and sat at the edge of it. She slowly reached out to him, curling her hand around his shoulder, and as Levi looked up, he saw that she was staring down at him with a mixture of fondness and shyness.

“Maybe, it’s not the right time for this, but I’ve always wanted to tell you…” she paused, looking down for a second. Then she took a deep breath and—

And then someone knocked on the door. It was loud and insistent, and Levi cursed whoever was behind it. What was Hange going to tell him? He wanted to know. He wanted to know so much he was ready to ignore the irritating knocking.

Hange had another opinion, though.

“Come in!” she shouted, turning away from Levi.

The door opened, and a sweaty, heavy-breathing Oluo tumbled inside.

“Detectives!” he managed to yell between his pants. “Have any of you heard from Petra?”

Levi and Hange exchanged a glance. “No?”

“I’ve just returned from her apartment,” Oluo explained, nodding gratefully at Hange, who offered him a glass of water. He gulped half of it in one go. “It was— it was empty. Her coat and shoes were inside and—”

“And the door?” Hange asked.

“Unlocked.” Oluo answered.

“Shit. Have you noticed anything else?”

“Yes,” Oluo nodded, opening his coat and taking something from the inner pocket. “This was lying on Petra’s windowsill.”

Hange snatched a small bag out of his hands, pushing her glasses up and inspecting it carefully. “A cigarette butt…” she whispered with a troubled expression.

Levi was instantly by her side. “I take it, the brand is familiar?” and before Hange could answer, he added. “Zeke smokes a lot, does he not?”

“I don’t—”

“I knew we couldn’t trust him,” he growled, clenching his fists. “I told you we couldn’t, and now Petra—”

“I don’t think that’s him, Levi,” Hange said, cutting him off. “Just think about it,” she continued, starting to pace around the office. “It’s Zeke we’re talking about, a man so evasive we spend a whole year chasing after him, and now, what? He forgets to throw out his cigarette butt? Even though, he knows we may still suspect him? He’s much smarter than that.”

“So what are you saying?”

“Someone is setting him up,” Hange concluded confidently. “Now I’m sure of it.”

“And what about Petra?” Oluo spoke up. “Do you really think she was… kidnapped?”

“Shit.” Levi muttered with feeling. He didn’t want to believe that Oluo’s conclusion was right, but… then he remembered a note they’ve found at the scene of a second murder and… it was the only possible explanation.

“We need to start the search,” Hange announced in commanding voice. “Levi, go and inform Erwin about this, tell him to gather as much people as he can. Oluo, rest a bit, then go back to your department. If there are officers you unquestionably trust, ask them for help as well. We’ll meet right there in two hours.”

“Oi!” Levi grabbed her sleeve, catching up with Hange, who was already by the door. “And where are you going?”

“To Zeke,” Hange said. “I need to make sure he’s innocent. And, who knows, maybe, he’ll be able to help us.”

“Hange…”

“I’ll be fine,” she gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to die on you for a second time.”

“You better keep this promise, four-eyes.” Levi spoke darkly. “Because I’m not letting you go for a second time. Good luck.”

Hange nodded. “I’ll see you soon.”

***

There was a pounding, pulsing pain that was impossible to ignore. It felt like someone was hitting her head repeatedly with a hammer and simultaneously squeezing her brain inside the tight clutches. It felt like a hundred hangovers combined.

And it was made exponentially worse by hushed voices to her left that just didn't shut up.

Groaning softly, Petra opened her eyes. And closed them instantly as a new, much stronger wave of pain hit her. Her eyes felt like they were burning, her head felt like it was going to explode.

What had happened to her?

Fighting through pain, Petra tried to focus, searching through her brain for the recent memories. She was... with Oluo, and together they've broken into Sannes' office. Levi had come then, with detective Zoe in tow. And after that... she went home. Petra remembered the feeling of exhaustion as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. And then... what happened then? She must have gotten to the front door, and, right... she had found it unlocked. She walked inside and saw a man and....

"Detective Ral. Did you and your partner receive my note?"

And then before she could do anything, cry out for help, try to defend herself or take out her gun, the man with an eerie smile attacked her. He seized her hands in his, his face moved closer to hers, she felt shooting pain at the back of her head and then... There was darkness.

And now she was strapped to a chair with a headache so fierce it made her nauseous.

God, it was pathetic. She needed to do something about it.

She opened her eyes again, this time more slowly. The room she was in was still too bright, but Petra persevered and carefully surveyed her surroundings.

The room wasn't big and it was mostly empty. There were no windows and the only source of light was a lightbulb that shone right above her head. Apart from a chair she was sitting on, the only piece of furniture inside was a long table that stood at the other side of the room.

That's where the voices came from. And that's where two figures stood. Petra recognized one of them right away, despite him standing with his back facing her.

Sannes.

That meant that the man beside him was his intern. The bastard who kidnapped her. The man with an eerie smile.

Engrossed in a conversation, the two men didn't seem to notice that she had regained her consciousness. Petra had to use it to her advantage.

Whatever they talked about, the discussion seemed heated. Petra strained her hearing, listening in.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Sannes hissed, grabbing the other man by the collar of his shirt. "Do you understand what you've done? If Ackerman finds out—”

"He won't," the man responded calmly, easily throwing Sannes’ hands off him. “He won��t be able to find us, I took some precautions.”

“You— you took some precautions?” Sannes repeated, a breathless laugh escaping his lips. “What kind of precautions, you fucking dimwit? Do you know who you’re dealing with?”

“You said he wasn’t as good as he was before…” the man mumbled with a confused frown.

“And that still makes him ten times smarter than you!” Sannes snapped, turning away. “Fuck!” he yelled, gripping the side of his head. “Why did I even agree to help you out, I knew you were a fucking idiot. And now Ackerman will have all the proof he needs to get rid of me. Years of hard work!” he lamented. “And all of it wasted because of your idiotic stunt!”

“Calm down, I’ve got everything under control!” the man tried to placate Sannes. “We’re taking a huge risk, I know, but the reward will be worth it!”

“What kind of reward?” Sannes seethed. “Getting rid of Zeke? I never really cared about that! It’s you who are obsessed with that!”

“Zeke is a fool,” the man sneered, his voice full of disgust. “He’s not the man he was before. Ever since he took in that Zoe, he had made mistake after mistake. It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for someone else to take over his legacy. Our gang needs a new leader. Someone, who has as much potential as Zeke, but who doesn’t yet possess any of his flaws. Someone, who is cunning and ruthless. Someone who will be able to success, where Zeke failed. There is only one man who can do this," he finished, and even from afar Petra could see a shine of adoration in his eyes.

Sannes scoffed, rolling his eyes, not moved by the passionate speech at all. "And who is that?"

"No one can achieve the greatness Zeke once possessed. Except," the man smiled, and the sight of it made shivers run down Petra's spine.

"His own brother."

#/shows up with update two months later/#i hope y'all still remember that fic lmao #levihan #levihan fanfiction

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Blueberries, Lavender & Hot Matcha Tea (Part 2)

A SasuHina ficlet

PART 1| Part 2

AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO COMMENTED, OR RE-BLOGGED, OR LIKED THE FIRST PART TO THIS FIC. It truly means more than I can say. Helped a lot with motivation and it’s super cool to know that people are reading the things I write. I hope the follow up chapter doesn’t disappoint <3

Summary: Hinata has a run in with a familiar face.

Warnings: Brief mentions of grief and anxiety (because Hinata’s a nervous butterfly) but nothing remotely heavy. Also there’s alcohol consumption.

Word count: 6167

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Lavender

Hinata knows that she needs to start putting herself out there. She can’t stay holed up comfortably in her room while years of her life pass on by, listening to cigarettes after sex under the safe warmth of her white fluffy blanket that still smells like her late mothers perfume, and sniffing essential oils like they’re some kind of soft-core drug to distract her spiralling thoughts from every embarrassingly mortifying predicament she’s ever found herself in.

She’s been trying really hard not to think about spilling her extra hot matcha latte all over this potentially handsome stranger a few days ago. She thinks - potentially - because she did not have the courage to look at the man's face after maiming him and probably ruining his expensive suit!

Hinata’s sure she must have ruined his entire morning, which must have ruined his whole day, and now he probably hates her. Oh goodness, Hinata strongly dislikes the thought of people out there in this world walking around hating her.

Wow, these thoughts are entirely useless, she really needs to stop her brain from going down these awful paths.

Today Hinata has decided to try really hard not to wallow in the comfort of all her numbing guilty pleasures.

So, when Sakura Haruno, the loud and outgoing girl with pretty pink hair, who always smells like strawberries and vanilla from her photography course asked if she wanted to hangout and work on their portfolio’s after class; Hinata was thankful for the distraction.

They had spent that afternoon drinking green tea at the kitchen table in Sakura’s little homey apartment, showing each other their favourite pieces and sharing feedback.

“You have to include this one, it’s so cute” Sakura gushes, pointing at a print of children finger painting; a mischievous little boy is smearing bold red paint all over the face of a girl whose expression is twisted in pure terror.

“You have a real talent for capturing the essence of people.” She continues in a dreamy tone, “it’s like you’re able to capture the moment they’re most alive, even if it’s just the little moments, y’know?”

Hinata blushes at the complement, “th-thank you Sakura.”

“It's kind of ironic that people are your main muse considering how afraid of them you are.” She teases.

“I’m not sca-AhyH!”

Of course, that’s the moment a woman with a giant blond ponytail barges through the door brandishing a bouquet of peonies making Hinata squeal. “Sakura I swear to god if you ate the last of the ice-cream again, I’m gonna- Oh! hello there.” The crazy flower lady stops mid-threat noticing a stranger in her apartment.

“Ino this is Hinata from class, Hinata this is my roommate Ino.” Sakura introduces, failing to constrain her laughter.

Ino’s demeanor does a 180 as she gently rests the flowers on her lacquered kitchen counter and approaches Hinata in a trance like state. “Your hair is so long and gorgeous, it totally reminds me of the violets we have at the flower shop -- you have to let me braid it.” She breathes and Hinata’s eyes are as wide as the sky outside.

“Ino, tone it down you’re going to scare her.” Sakura chides, rolling her eyes, not at all surprised by her roommate's antics. “Do you always have to act like such a spazz?”

“I am but a simple girl who is a slave to all things beautiful.” Ino proudly counters running her fingers through blue strands and Hinata mentally notes that she smells like a garden.

Sakura’s phone vibrates on the kitchen table, “it’s Naruto,” she says glancing at the screen. “Wondering when we’ll be coming over.”

“I don’t know, an hour or two? Tell him we’re bringing Hinata!” Ino adds excitedly and starts to braid blue hair without permission. “You should come out tonight with Sakura and I, meet the rest of the gang.”

“Oh.” In high school Hinata was never able to make friends with girls, and spent most of her time in the photography club’s black room developing pictures. Her introverted nature made it difficult to connect with people, but in this moment, the prospect of meeting Sakura’s friends, and the inclusive enthusiasm from these girls is making Hinata a little emotional. “I-I don’t know.”

“Hinata, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I think it could be good for you,” Sakura encourages.

“Carpe diem bitch,” is Ino’s convincing addition.

Hinata giggles, absent mindedly sniffing her wrist searching for the comforting sweet scent of the fragrance she’s wearing today, “yeah, okay.”

Ino makes a pleased sound and saunters over to a kitchen drawer to snatch a pair of scissors and clips the head off of one the peonies, then ties it into the base of Hinata’s braid. “You really have no idea how cute you are Hinata,” she coos observing her work in admiration and Hinata feels warm all over.

Hinata likes the rapport between Ino and Sakura, there’s something about their friendship that she finds inspiring.

When they split what’s left of the chocolate ice-cream and start getting ready for a night out, Hinata can’t help pulling out her camera and snapping shots of Ino with her shades of purple and Sakura’s vibes in red. Hinata feels outshined in her usual high waisted mom jean and oversized grey patterned sweater.

But that’s okay, she still feels like one of the girls.

~~~

Ino had made a strong case for wanting to get her steps in for the day, (since her fitbit said she had only reached 8243 so far) convincing the girls to walk to Naruto’s apartment instead of taking the bus. On their stroll Sakura and Ino began giving Hinata character profiles of everyone she was going to meet and Hinata found them to be quite amusing.

Ino playfully starts with, “Shikamaru’s like, my best bro. I’ve known him forever, smartest guy I know but a total stoner and he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.

“Choji gives the best hugs and he loves giving them, so if he looks like he’s going in for one - just let it happen - you’ll hurt his feelings if you don’t.”

“Naruto and Kiba are basically the same person and are the biggest loudest dorks on the planet,” Sakura chimes in, “but they’re also super friendly and kinda funny if you can get over their lack of brain cells.”

“Then there’s Sasuke,” Ino says, and hearing that name strikes a familiar chord with Hinata, triggering flashes of fond memories. “He’s really hot, but kind of a dick,” Ino hugs herself smiling at a distant memory, “basically, we all know each other from going to the same high school -”

“Ino and I had the hugest rivalry back then because we both wanted him.”

“What happened?” Hinata really wanted to ask if they were talking about Sasuke Uchiha, but didn’t want to interrupt the momentum of their story.

“We were so stupid causing all sorts of drama in our little social circle nearly tearing it apart, and Sasuke wasn’t having any of it, one day he told us to grow the fuck up and to leave him alone.” That did kind of sound like something Sasuke would say, but that would just be too big of a coincidence, wouldn’t it?

“We both cried.” Sakura snickers sheepishly.

“Eventually we finally realized that friendships should be forever-”

“And boyfriends are whatever.” Both girls enthusiastically finish the rehearsed line making silly faces at each other.

Hinata giggles at that, whishing she had taken a picture, “awe, that’s so cute.”

“And now he’s one of our good friends, but I just want to warn you that he can be cold and he can be mean and if he says something dickish, please don’t take it personally.”

Hinata hums, only half listening to Ino. Was it possible that when Hinata arrives at this apartment she was going to be face to face with the childhood friend she hasn’t seen in over a decade?

Guess she’ll just have to wait and see.

~~~

When Hinata enters the apartment, her senses are immediately overstimulated; it smells salty like ramen and sour with beer which clashes with how clean and pristine the space actually is. It’s decorated with blacks, whites and a few splashes of colors, but overall has a very minimalist feel.

Hinata barely has time to kick her shoes off before she’s surrounded by strangers, and can’t stop the heat from suffusing her face from the disorienting barrage of unwanted attention.

“Hey bitches!” Ino yells at the group, “we’re here! We know you missed us!”

“This is the beautiful Hinata,” Sakura adds, and Hinata really wants to hide under a rock somewhere. “Be nice okay, she’s really shy.”

“Hey I’m Naruto.” A blond man appears beaming at her, outstretching his hand. “I have never seen eyes that look like your eyes before!”

“Oh.” Hinata went to shake his hand but was interrupted by another hand grabbing hers and kissing it, which is so uncalled for.

“And I’m Kiba, don’t listen to that guy, he’s a complete moron.” He says with a wolfish grin and Hinata has no idea what’s going on anymore.

When she tries to turn away, she’s met with the kind face of a stout man in a green Zelda t-shirt with his arms wide open for an inviting hug. She decides to accept her fate by awkwardly stepping forward wearing a confused pout, and lets the arms of a stranger wrap around her in what is surprisingly one of the best hugs she has ever received. He smells nice, Hinata thinks. Savoury and warm like a thanksgiving dinner. For a moment she actually feels safe, like a veil has been thrown over the sudden wave of chaos, giving her a quiet moment for her heartbeat to settle, “I’m Choji, it’s really nice to meet you Hinata, try not to worry so much, everyone here is harmless, I promise.” He says, rubbing gentle circles on her back.

When Choji pulls away, he sends her one last reassuring smile before padding off towards the ponytailed man currently dying of laughter, and joining him on a leather couch. Choji grabs a handful of potato chips from a bowl on the marble coffee table and starts earnestly snacking.

Snacks! Snacks sound really nice right now! Tasting tasty things can sometimes be a good distraction when Hinata is overwhelmed. She self-consciously shuffles forward towards the provisions, drawn towards the colorful array of fresh fruits, grabbing a small handful of blueberries and popping one of them in her mouth. She tries to ignore the pair legs in her periphery... she needs a moment before making another introduction.

Hinata jumps feeling a presence directly behind her, she twirls around to see Naruto pulling back appearing extremely guilty.

What was he doing? Was he pointing at her hair?

“Hehehe, sorry about that,” he says, smiling sheepishly, and scratches the back of his head, “I was just pointing out to my friend here, how beautiful your hair is, what a wonderful shade of blue,” he made a weird face directed at someone over her head, “are you enjoying those, blueberries?”

Okay.

Hinata hears more laughter coming from ponytail boy on the couch.

Weird.

Hinata turns to see who Naruto is looking at and-

Oh.

Sasuke?

Sasuke was here.

It was her Sasuke!

She instantly looks away, eyes wide, staring down at the hardwood floors.

Well, not her Sasuke. But an older version of the one she knew as a child. The one she met that one summer years ago and spent nearly every day with him before her mother fell ill and her family moved away in the wake of tragedy.

And he was... Glaring at her? No, he was glaring at Naruto? He kind of looked like he recognized her, but why would he be glaring?

“This is fucking stupid,” Sasuke seethes and takes off towards the kitchen, where Kiba and Ino are talking and drinking.

Ouch.

Sakura approaches Hinata with a glass in hand, Hinata stares at the ice clinking as she offers it, “vodka soda, with lime?”

Well, one drink couldn’t hurt, Hinata thinks.

She glances over at a brooding Sasuke leaning on the kitchen island sipping his beer.

She might need it.

~~~

It’s nearly an hour later and Hinata feels the dread sinking deep into the pit of her stomach. She desperately wishes she could conjure up some courage, approach Sasuke, and see how he’s been after all these years, but he still hasn’t left from his spot in the kitchen.

She’s starting to believe that maybe he doesn’t recognize her, which is a rather sad thought.

Hinata also appears to be at the butt end of some sort of mean inside joke that she doesn’t understand, ponytail bo- Shikamaru and Naruto joined Sasuke in the kitchen and kept making not-so-subtle glances her way -- but whatever -- she’s a big girl, she’s not going to cry about it even if she wants to.

Currently she’s sitting on the puffy leather couch between Choji and Sakura, Sakura is sharing the memes she’s saved onto her phone this month with Ino and Kiba while Hinata stares down at the melting ice in her drink and Choji attempts to calm her with platitudes.

Hinata doesn’t regret coming tonight despite feeling like the biggest fool in existence.

After all, tonight she actually has the opportunity to reconnect with someone she still thinks about, even after all these years.

She has always wondered what had happened to that bratty boy she met that one summer.

The sinking feeling grows deeper and Hinata feels her heart beating in the drums of her ears.

She takes one last tentative sip before downing the rest of her drink and summons every ounce of bravery she didn’t know she had to strengthen her resolve.

She stands from the couch with shaky determination ignoring Choji’s concerned inquiry, then forces one foot in front of the other strait towards the guiding bright lights of the kitchen.

The easy conversation awkwardly dies down when she arrives beside Naruto and Sasuke. She feels both their gazes land on her, and Hinata spots an ugly orange magnet on the stainless-steel fridge Sasuke is leaning on that has the phrase - believe it! - stamped on it and chooses to direct most of her focus on the positive affirmation.

“Uh, hey Hinata, you doing okay?” Naruto asks, slightly taken aback. Hinata nods still focusing on the magnet, face heating up as the beginning of a buzz tingles in the corners of her mind. “Can I get you another drink?”

She looks down at the empty glass she grips and nods again, muttering a quiet thank you, and handing it over. He takes it and moves further down the island to chat with Shikamaru and starts making her another.

“Hi Sasuke,” she forces passed her chapped lips.

“Hello Hinata.” Sasuke says, sounding about as uncomfortable as she feels and she looks up, hopeful, to meet his burning gaze and quickly looks back at that stupid orange magnet.

“So, you do remember me?” She asks, confused as to why he’s been ignoring her since her arrival.

“I remember how two days ago you ran into me quite rudely, burning me with tea.”

Hinata’s brain short-circuits.

“Wait what!?-”

No! No no no no no. Impossible. No.

“-That- that was you? oh my god, oh no! I am so sorry about that, I really wasn’t looking where I was going, I-I can’t believe this, I swear you just came out of nowhere though, oh my goodness, I can’t believe that was-”

“Please just stop before you give yourself an aneurysm.” Sasuke lifts his hands in a placating manner and Hinata snaps her mouth shut. “So that’s not how you seem to know me?” He asks, further rankling as the conversation drags on.

“So you don’t remember me.” She says mostly to herself, completely humiliated by this entire exchange, every time she opens her mouth it’s like falling down a flight of stairs -- Hinata seriously wishes she would reach the bottom already.

“Remember you from... where?”

“I-I mean I guess it’s not that surprising, we were only nine or ten at the time and it-it was only one summer... over a decade ago... You-you never really did call me by my name either.” Hinata says focusing on her twiddling fingers, her voice barely above a whisper, a pensive smile framing her lips at the memory.

There’s a long drawn out silence before Sasuke slowly asks, “...Tomato face?”

Hinata feels her face burn red at the old moniker, nodding. “Yeah...”

“Hyuuga, Hinata. Shit. Yeah. I do remember.”

The culminating tension finally releases from the moment and Hinata smiles at the black and white tiles breathing just a little bit easier.

He remembers.

“Wait... Did I hear you call her a tomato?” Naruto returns with a mildly amused Shikamaru in tow, handing Hinata her drink, and looks between the pair completely intrigued.

~~~

It didn’t take long for the word to spread that Hinata and Sasuke were childhood friends and everyone congregated into the small-ish kitchen asking curious questions.

It also didn’t take long for everyone to lose interest when Naruto nudged Hinata and started grilling her for embarrassing details of what a prepubescent Sasuke was like, earning him a surly glare. Hinata shyly shrugged saying, “I-I don’t really remember, it was a long time ago.”

Safe to say -- Naruto didn’t buy it, but surprisingly didn’t press further, and the group dispersed, leaving them to reacquaint.

The conversation between them after that was unfortunately still quite awkward, thankfully, Hinata wasn’t entirely to blame.

They exchanged small talk, Hinata mentions that she actually works at Heaven’s Little Corner and was just coming off her shift early when she ran into him the other day, and Sasuke talks about going to school and getting a Bachelor's degree in Business and how he focused on E-commerce after graduation. Overall, their -- re-connecting -- consisted of the typical pleasantries involved in catching up, and Hinata couldn’t distinguish if she was disappointed or relieved when their conversation came to a lull and she couldn’t think of anymore pointless verbiage to drag it along.

What she really wanted was to reminisce over hot days on the beach, collecting tiny crabs to occupy the sandcastles they built, and how Hinata had found sand in her hair days after the event. She wanted to talk about ice-cream and food fights and sneaking out to gaze at the stars in the night sky way past their bedtime, and how they pondered if aliens exist.

“I think the universe is too big for there not to be something out there somewhere.”

She remembers Sasuke saying, thoughtfully looking up.

“I-I think you’re an alien.”

She said back, earning her an indignant huff.

“Whatever tomato face.”

She wanted to talk about how simple everything was when they were kids, how she misses that naivety and how scary the world had revealed itself to be over the years.

Hinata was never good at making friends, even as a child, but she could still look back and she knew that Sasuke was one. He had been the last mark on her childhood that had made it a good one, the last moments she had to truly be a kid before she lost her mother, the truest love she had ever felt, forcing her to grow up.

Instead silence overtakes the kitchen and they both stare at their drinks unsure of what to say.

Sasuke isn’t how she remembers him at all. Yeah, he has the same face, just matured, and the same haughtiness, but the spark for life that had once inspired her seemed to be gone.

Which is an unfair thought to have, she admits, but she can’t stop herself from thinking it.

“Well I think it’s time to go on an adventure,” Naruto awkwardly offers.

“An adventure?” Hinata repeats, eyes growing wide.

“Naruto’s idea of an adventure is leaving the house and walking around the block.” Sasuke says rolling his eyes.

“Hey anything can be an adventure if you let it!”

~~~

It smells like damp grass and Hinata nearly jumps out of her skin as Naruto’s roar of triumph echo's off the surrounding buildings, catching the glow in the dark frisbee Kiba threw him. Sakura and Ino had joined them in their late-night excursion and Hinata can’t suppress the giddy giggles from watching them stumble about attempting athleticism when they are clearly four or five drinks deep.

She snaps a few photos and decides that she likes Naruto’s philosophy of approaching even the mundane aspects of life as an adventure.

This whole day certainly has felt like one.

Hinata puts her camera away, feels the chill in the October air, and pulls her scarf tighter. She casts a glance over at the park bench where Shikamaru was smoking a joint to see that he’s now casually chatting about... string theory? -- to Choji, who continues to nod his head like he understands.

Her trailing gaze then lands on Sasuke and-

Hinata immediately looks back towards the glowing air bound frisbee.

He was watching her - he looked suspicious - Hinata doesn’t know of what.

“Hey Sakura,” Hinata tries to call out, voice wavering, “it’s getting late, I think I-I should start heading home.”

That seems to put a halt on the physical activity for a moment, she’s then hugged by every frisbee player.

“It was nice meeting you Hinata.”

“Come back any time.”

“Yes please! We need more girls in our group, Sakura and I are severely outnumbered.”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you?” Sakura slurs slightly, pulling away from the tight embrace.

“I’ll be fine, thank you Sakura,” Hinata smiles at her newest friend and turns to leave but stops at the bench to wave goodbye at Choji and Shikamaru, earning her a warm smile and a lazy nod. She looks at Sasuke’s arms proudly crossed over his broad chest and says, “it was nice seeing you again Sasuke.” And makes her way down the busy street, casting one last glance behind her just in time to see Sakura jump on Ino piggyback style to catch the frisbee in an impressive display of drunken camaraderie.

She smiles wider to herself. Wow. Today was a good day. An Adventure! Even if seeing Sasuke again was really weird and awkward and not at all how she wished it could have gone, she still met a lot of new people – Sakura's friends are so nice! They made her feel right at home and didn’t make her feel too weird about being shy and -

“Hey, Hinata.”

Hinata startles, hearing the sound of her name accompanied by footsteps catching up and her breath hitches when she turns to see Sasuke slowing down next to her.

“S-Sasuke? What are you-”

“I’m going to walk you home,” he snorts like it’s obvious, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black jacket, “it’s late.”

“Oh,” Hinata hugs herself, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious and maybe even a little nauseous as they walk in silence, their steps in sync.

She can feel the heat of his gaze on her and Hinata makes a point to stare at the crispy autumn leaves on the pavement – yeah – Hinata has no idea what to make of this.

“You know it finally makes sense now, why I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Hinata trips over nothing, “you what?”

Leaves. Look at the leaves. The beautiful burnt orange leaves. Just. Keep. Looking.

“At the coffee shop, there was something about you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Guess I thought you were familiar somehow.” Sasuke shrugs, with an air of nonchalance as they cross the street.

“Oh,” Hinata’s starting to feel warm, she doesn’t know if it’s from their quickening pace, the two drinks she’s had or how Sasuke is close enough for their shoulders to brush.

“It’s kind of crazy that we’d run into each other like this, after all these years.”

Hinata stops walking and Sasuke mirrors her. There’s something in his tone that catches Hinata off guard, something almost fond? Hinata looks back in the direction of his friends, they’re about five blocks away now.

Sasuke seemed... different than how he’s been all night -- more open somehow. Maybe he feels weird about their earlier interactions too, but didn’t feel comfortable acting this way in front of his friends? Sasuke’s always been a very private person, even as a child.

“Yeah it is,” Hinata bites her lip and throws him a timid fleeting smile, silently wishing she knew what was going through his mind.

“So, why did you come back to Konoha.”

“I-uh-” Hinata starts playing with the hem of her sweater and reminds herself it’s good to open up, “-wanted to figure out this life thing for myself – be independent - if my dad had his way, I’d never leave home or do anything that wasn’t part of his plan-” she tapers off, distracted by the approaching sound of music, a dumb smile spreads across her face when she sees an old skinny man on a sparkly bicycle riding past them on the road blaring ‘Dancing Queen’ from an oversized speaker he probably installed himself -- he seemed so – in the moment, like all that existed was him and the music filling the streets that he owned – Hinata silently mourns the missed opportunity of capturing that moment forever in a-

“You were saying,” Sasuke pokes her shoulder harder than necessary, bursting her from her reverie, and starts leading her down concrete stairs away from the bustling main road of the city, towards the waterfront.

“Right,” Hinata continues feeling energized from the random encounter and embarrassed from being caught drifting away in a daydream when they were in the middle of a conversation, “it was – uh - hard to leave my sister, but she encouraged me to go, that I should at least attempt to do the dream chasing thing.” Hinata pats her shoulder bag in reference to her camera. “I saved up some money and here I am, making it up as I go.”

“Hm, you always were snapping pictures everywhere you went.”

Their steps slow to a stop once they reach the cold metal railing where tourists gather during the day overlooking the docks, but it’s mostly quiet at this time of night.

It smells cold from the breeze and salty from the ocean. The lampposts must need changing because the only light is from the half-moon in the cloudless sky, casting them in dark shades of blue.

Hinata takes a deep breath observing the skyline and the colorful lights reflecting in the undulating ocean waves, then asks the question that’s been bothering her since their seemingly kismet reunion. “What do you remember after all this time?”

“I remember...” He trails off, Hinata doesn’t miss the sly edge in his tone. “That I had told you I’d marry you one day,” his voice is deep, almost gravely when he takes a slow playful step closer and Hinata swears her heart skips several beats noticing their breaths mixing in the cold air between them. “And that... you were technically my first kiss.” He says with a sarcastic snort, stepping back, and gesticulates somewhere behind them. “You can’t tell them about it though. Especially Naruto, the idiot would never let me live it down.”

Hinata blushes at the memory and attempts to mask her frown with an indignant pout, trying not to take the jeer personally.

Sasuke always did like to mess with her.

“You were my only kiss.” Hinata then whispers without thinking and regrets it. She immediately hates the implications -- like she’s some inexperienced-love-sick-twenty-something, who’s never gotten over her childhood crush.

Hinata sighs, briefly drowning in her own self-deprecating thoughts, gripping at the railing, eyes a passing ship, and pretends she can’t feel him studying her, surprised by the admission.

“What do you remember?” He asks back, finally breaking the silence.

She bites her lip, thinking, a rush of memories flashing one by one, settling on their goodbye -- her sobbing because she had to move away to a new city thousands of miles away that had special doctors who could treat her mother, how Sasuke was speechless and could only squeeze her tight in the first and only hug they had ever shared.

She remembers how he always told her she should stand up for herself, even against him, and she remembers how sometimes when she was around, he’d bite his tongue, holding back petulant sneers.

There’s a small quirk to her lips when she softly says, “Looking back, I-I always thought that we brought out the best in each other.”

There’s another long silence and Hinata once again feels the heavy weight of his gaze examining her, he reaches out and she stiffens when he gently grips the base of her braid touching the bright pink flower there.

“Did Ino do this?” He quietly asks, and there something hidden in his voice that shifts the mood of their conversation, and he’s close again, close enough for their visible breaths to once again mix, his fingers trail down towards the tail end of her braid.

“Uh huh.” Hinata breathes, watching his fingers play with the tip of her strands.

“Why can’t you…” he starts to ask, unsure, but curious, “never mind.” He let’s go of the braid, huffing lightly in frustration and leans on the railing, looking out towards the roaring waves.

Hinata’s stunned by his sudden apprehension. "Why can’t I what?”

“I said never mind.”

“But… I- I want to know.”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“Oh.”

Sasuke sighs, “you don’t have to answer.”

Hinata bites her lip hard, internally wincing. “I-it’s not just you it’s most people really.” She starts, racking her brain for the right words “- It’s -it’s embarrassing… Well everything is embarrassing but, I get anxious about nothing all the time? And looking at people. I don’t know. I get paranoid that they can hear my thoughts or something? Not that I’m thinking about anything weird, well sometimes I am… it’s easier when they’re not looking back at me... Anyways... I guess it’s just become a bad habit now…” she sighs and smiles bitterly at the mess that just flew out of her mouth. “So, to summarize, looking at people kind of sometimes really freaks me out?”

“I see,” Sasuke says, Hinata glances at his mouth, he’s smiling a little, it’s almost warm in an amused sort of way, which completely disarms her.

Hinata’s tongue feels dry, “uhm, do-do you ever feel anxious?”

“Never. I get annoyed or frustrated with people very easily though, which can be problematic, not that I care”

“I guess some things never change then.” Hinata teases gently.

Sasuke smirks, he seems ready to retort with a quip but retreats and opts for something entirely different, “are there things that help you with your anxiety?”

There’s something about the question that makes Hinata feel warm all over, she never really gets to talk about these kinds of things without it feeling like it would dampen the mood, but there’s surprisingly no judgement in his tone, he seems genuinely curious, which encourages her to open up some more, "I find different scents to be calming, so I wear whatever my current favorite essential oil is on my wrist every day and whenever I feel too overwhelmed,” Hinata begins to explain in a rush pulling her sleeve up to demonstrate and presents Sasuke her wrist, “I close my eyes, count down from ten and-” Hinata’s breath catches in her throat and her eyes fly open when Sasuke gently pulls her forward by the wrist and she feels the softness of his lips brush over her pulse, then draws in a slow breath to scent the fragrance she chose to wear that day, “...and... sniff.”

Oh goodness, is it getting hot out here? Because Hinata’s face feels like it’s about to burst into flames. Hinata debates pulling her arm back but is currently enraptured by the softest look she’s seen on the Uchiha’s face this evening.

This feels way too intimate, and Hinata thinks she likes it. Hinata thinks that maybe this is what’s been missing in her life. The feeling of being close to someone in more ways than just proximity. Is it possible she’s been physically and emotionally touch starved for years without realizing it?

That’s a thought that petrifies her. How sleeping on your basest human needs can become a habit, and you find yourself going through the trivial motions of existence, not bothering to search for more, for something that makes your heart sing, twist, and turn into itself the way that muscle pumping blood through her circulatory system at a quickening pace is doing right now.

“Lavender,” Sasuke murmurs against her wrist and his breath feels hot on her skin, Hinata struggles for breath when the sensation brings her back to the present moment and she realizes that she’s been staring directly into his darkened obsidian eyes, boring into hers and she finds herself unable to look away. A subtle look of achievement flashes through them when he softly asks, “you okay there?”

Is she dead? Is she imagining this? This whole situation with the soft touches coinciding with depressing epiphanies triggered by Sasuke smelling her suddenly seems completely absurd, and Hinata’s not sure she’ll be able to form a coherent sentence any time soon.

“I uh, uhm.” There’s definitely something wrong with Hinata’s voice when she attempts to speak.

“I think that...” Sasuke smoothly adjusts their hands to interlock their fingers and his hand feels so warm in hers, “you should go out with me.”

What is happening?

“No.”

Hinata kinda meant to say yes, but sure, no works too?

“What?”

“I mean, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hinata winces slightly. Gosh what is she even saying? Is this some sort of weird defense mechanism because she’s afraid of getting hurt?

Sasuke nods slowly, narrowing his eyes, “why not.”

Don’t you have to risk getting hurt to get anywhere in life that’s worth while?

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hn.” Sasuke breaks eye contact and lets their holding hands fall. Hinata reels at the loss of warmth. He turns away from her and crosses his arms over the railing and looks out towards the dark rhythmic waves of the ocean. Hinata worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she studies the man before her. The moonlight is hitting the sharp angles of his face just perfect, and Hinata’s in awe. He’s all grown up now, and by default that means Hinata is too. Yet, here they are, the oldest they’ve been, and still the youngest they will ever be.

Nostalgia floods through Hinata’s system, deciding to grab the moment instead of letting it pass. She’s not sure when she pulled the camera out of her bag, but the flash went off before she understood that she was taking a picture.

Sasuke jumps slightly at the flash and is pulled from his brooding thoughts, shooting her a puzzled glare.

“Sorry, that was kind of weird of me. I just – I just thought you-you looked erm... nice in the moonlight?”

A bewildered look flashes across Sasuke’s face before a small smile begins to form and he laughs! He actually, genuinely laughs while shaking his head in what appears to be disbelief.

The only thing Hinata can do is smile sheepishly distracted by how handsome he looks when he lets go of his composure, the light in his eyes makes him look younger, like the Sasuke she knew all those years ago.

Hinata wonders if any of his friends get to see him like this.

He looks down at the pavement, shoulders still shaking, smile still present and pinches the bridge of his nose while taking in a slow breath and on his exhale, he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, unlocks it, hands it over and says, “give me your number.”

Hinata tentatively obliges, pulling open the add new contact page, filling in the blanks then handing it back. Sasuke starts typing something in his phone and asks. “Do you work Sunday?”

“Uhm, yes?”

Hinata’s phone buzzes, when retrieving it from her bag she sees a text from an unknown number.

>> I’m going to come by after your shift and I'm taking you out. Don’t even bother using your mouth to respond.

Hinata feels her fingers tingling and tries to open her mouth to speak, closes it, bites her lip to try and stifle her giggles and resists the urge to slap herself in the face for acting like a complete airhead.

She pushes her fears aside one more time tonight...

And takes the damn dive.

<< Okay <3

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AN2: Wow, okay. A month later and I have the second part to this little story. This is the first time that I’m posting something I didn’t just throw together in one sitting. I’ve also never posted anything that was longer than 1200 words and it’s unexpectedly a little nerve-wracking??? OKAY SO, I guess there’s going to be one last chapter and it’s going to be like 90% SasuHina interactions? And spoiler alert they’re finally going to make-out. I have this SasuHina headcannon where they’re both private people who generally keep to themselves -- so people think they’re a boring couple, but when they’re alone together it’s like they’re in their own little world, and that’s the dynamic I’m looking forward to exploring in the final part. I’m not sure when it’s going to be up since I have a bunch of other stuff I need to work on so it depends on how the inspo hits me, but I do have plenty of fun ideas!

#sasuhina #sasuhina oneshot #sasuhina fanfic #sasuhinafanfiction #hinata #sasuke #naruto #mystuff #Hinata hyuuga #hinata fanfic

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wolfsgravity · 3 years ago

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I can’t sleep so I’m just thinkin’ about my range of Pokémon romantic F/Os. This series has meant so much to me for so long, and I know F/Os from that source make up a decent portion of my list. I’d feel more embarrassed about it if I didn’t make it abundantly clear that Pokémon is one of the most pervasive influences in my life from an exceedingly young age.

I just. I dunno. I find my collection of Pokémon series F/Os so interesting.

I’m just gonna ramble a bit.

I’m going to talk in Generational order, because my 1am brain couldn’t decipher a more cohesive timeline if it tried.

Giovanni is a funny one. As a kid, his character in the show intimidated me a little. But I really loved Team Rocket on some level. They were my first Pokémon villain organization, and with the Gen III games having Aqua and Magma, I decided pretty early that Team Rocket was my team. I had a stint in Magma since when I was young, I thought I’d specialize in Fire types, but eh it didn’t stick. No team really stuck nearly as much until Team Skull! So I had a lot of time for my intimidation from Giovanni to evolve into a fearful respect, to a mild devotion… by the time I played Let’s Go! and Ultra Moon, I was more than a little excited to see him in game. As in, I would quietly cheer when he appeared on my screen, in some weird giddy manner. It was only a matter of time before I realized I was crushing hard.

Steven Stone (he has a full name so more often than not I use it when referring to him) probably didn’t make the biggest impact on me in the original Gen III games? Hoenn was my favorite region for a while (in part due to pre- “Hoenn confirmed” hype), but he didn’t have a huge role in Ruby/Sapphire. Maybe I noticed him first in Emerald? I wish I could remember my real first inkling of crush on him, because I just remember when I played Omega Ruby… I was already obsessed with him. He showed up for the first time in game and I squealed. I spent the whole game seeking him out and already making romantic passes at him in my around-19-year-old head.

I am counting Grovyle for this, but it bears repeating that my S/I for the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon games is a Pokémon too. Those Mystery Dungeon games enamored me as a teen! I got to BE! A POKEMON!! So I probably got Explorers of Time/Darkness for DS not long after it released in 2008. I was so excited to have Gen IV Pokémon to be and battle and recruit, ugh, this game meant so much to me. I will always remember being part of Wigglytuff’s Guild super fondly. And like, as I am super susceptible to mental role play, putting myself in my characters shoes (or lil toe beans I guess) has always been second nature for me. So a dashing Grovyle just jumped into my silly life and was the most honorable and misunderstood character and I am not even joking when I say I fell for him in my first playthrough. And I’ve played through it a lot. I was always jealous of Celebi. I hate every Dusknoir I see to this day. *chefs kiss* Good game.

Gen V is “oops all F/Os” Gen, where to even start..

Just kidding, N is the obvious choice to start for me. He was love at first sight. He just, ugh, he cares about Pokémon SO MUCH. I literally don’t know how to even expand on this. He literally rode the Ferris Wheel with the player character in the game, and I WASNT supposed to interpret that as a date? Wack. It was a date. I love him so damn much. Next question

Elesa comes next because I’ve always thought she was stunning. I mean, duh I guess, she’s canonically a model. Also, Electric types are in my top 3, behind Fairy and somewhat tied with Fire, so she was a woman after my own heart. Her Emolga kinda wrecked my team and I respect that. Also, she loves puns. So again. Woman after my own heart. The only reason she’s still listed as Crush and not as Dating is because she intimidates me. She’s out of my league and I worry she’d only see me as a friend. Well, not “only”, her and Skyla are bffs and that also looks fun. I just. Can’t imagine her romantically being interested in me sometimes. Heh.

Grimsley was a crush that came on yeeeaaaars after his Gen, and it hit me like a freight train. I swear, he made very little impression on me in B/W, because I was young and I was just excited to possibly see N again as champion. I was a little shit, okay. I also never played B2/W2 all the way through, which is a huge stain on my Pokémon record. Anyways. When he showed up in Sun/Moon, I gasped. I was like, that’s a familiar face. Why is he hot now? (The answer is we was always hot, and I just had a few years to grow between games). But like, I kind of tamped it back down? I think I legit tried to tell myself around Sun/Moon era that I can’t keep finding Pokémon characters hot, because I was drooling over another one in Moon. Anywho. Grimsley kept popping up as fanart on my Tumblr dash for a while and by the time I pulled him in Pokémon Masters, I slipped into love. Whoops.

Professor Sycamore, probably not my proudest moment of fandom. He was another one I liked from the very introduction. I made fun of him in equal measure, but I affectionately referred to him as “Professor Hotdad” for an embarrassingly long amount of time. He’s not even the oldest of my Pokémon F/Os. One of my other Pokémon F/Os is canonically a father. But nope. Sycamore was Hotdad. That all said, he did make me smile like a crush-stricken schoolgirl when he talked in game so it wasn’t all just memey objectification. I do love him dearly.

Gen VII! Alola! Guzma! Oh man, like I’d stated earlier, Team Skull really nestled it’s way close to my heart the way no team had since Team Rocket. It wasn’t all because of Guzma, I really did like the group of ragtag misfits banding together and creating a family. Guzma was icing on the cake. Oh boy, he made my heart do funny little flips even when he was threatening me in game. I loved his design, I loved his character, the way he talked, I just. Ugh, I was down bad for ya boy in Moon and Ultra Moon. He’s actually the inspiration behind my main blog url: its-ya-boi-remington. The “Y’all are stupid!” line and face lives in my head rent free at all times. Guzma protection squad.

(Nanu isn’t a romantic so I won’t talk about him here, just know I’m not forgetting him!)

Leon was, believe it or not, my actual first Gen VIII crush. I saw that fashion disaster and felt a warm comfort from him. It didn’t help that I mentally read every character in Galar with some UK/British Isles accent, that sweetened the deal. I was actually gushing to a couple then-friends about Leon while we all played Sword/Shield together and they kind of mocked me about it. They chided me that Leon “doesn’t bat for my team” and said either of them would have a better chance with him if he were real. So I was a little downtrodden about Leon after that for quite a while. It wasn’t until a couple months ago when suddenly it hit me that A- He’s literally fictional and my version of him can like me regardless of what “team he bats for” and B- I’m nonbinary? So rules get thrown out the window, anyone who likes me is both a miracle and some kind of gay whatever way you spin it. So I let myself warm back up to him, though I’m still a little skittish from before.

Piers, I guess, as awful as it sounds, was initially a crush rebound. Like, don’t get me wrong, I’d have been attracted either way. He’s a musician, a SINGER no less, and has that emo/punk vibe. But he’s also gentle and kind. Swoon. But it helped that I had my crush-feelers out full-force for a cutie in game to obsess over since I was still butthurt about my “friends” killing my crush on Leon. Obsess I did, and continue to do. I could probably snap this man over my knee like firewood he’s so lanky, idk why I put that in here but it’s staying. Piers is the one I most imagine jamming out with on a regular basis, and it makes performing for no one a bit more fun 🥰

I’m finally getting tired, I feel like I’ve been typing this for an hour. I probably have been. Ah geez now I gotta tag all these F/Os lmao. Thanks for letting me ramble.

#all my Pokémon romantic ships ahoy #ship: darkpoppunk #ship: it’s ya bois #ship: despite being french #ship: natural number one #ship: da boss’s favorite #ship: she’s electrifyin #ship: taking a gamble on you #ship: I got lost in your eyes #ship: time stops for you

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digitalworldbound · 5 years ago

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Hi! Yay for getting back into writing Digimon! I am too and the prompts are a great way to start. I loved your Taichi x Koushiro piece so I'd like to request prompt 66 with Takeru and Hikari. Thanks!

Number 66: I won’t let you get hurt.

Characters: Takeru x Hikari. This takes place sometime after Tri at a school dance. I tried to make Hikari a little more human in this piece, as we often only see her in the midst of saving the world. I love Takari with my entire being, and I am embarrassingly attached to this lil prompt.

‘Mimi-san is going to be so upset with me.’ Hikari mused, mascara trailing down her cheeks. Her dress, the color of cherry blossoms, contrasted against the sidewalk outside of her school building. Knife of Day’s newest single filtered through the brisk spring air. The day, as she recalled, had begun perfectly.

It was the last day of middle school, and Hikari remembered the excited buzz in the air. Flyers lined the hallways, advertising cram school hours, club meetings, and the end-of-the-year dance. For weeks, Miyako and Mimi had been pestering the brunette about the fine details. “Have you picked a dress yet?”, “Do you need help with your makeup?”, and the age-old question: “Has Takeru-kun asked you to go with him?”

Though her friends meant well, she resented the sympathy looks they gave her as she informed them that the blonde already had a date: Kumiko. In Hikari’s opinion, Kumiko was everything her best friend deserved. Red hair tumbled around her shoulders in gentle waves, ending just short of her slim waist. According to Daisuke, Kumiko had the largest chest in the school, and “what boy wouldn’t that hanging off his arm at the dance?”

To make matters worse, the girl in question was sweet. Kumiko was funny, top of her class, and as of Tuesday night, going to the dance with Takeru. Daisuke, who was already spoken for, assured Hikari that any guy would be lucky to ask her, but it had yet to happen.

In an effort make the most of her abysmal situation, Hikari allowed her friends to smear makeup onto her cheeks and dress her in a pink, frilly pass down of Mimi’s. Truthfully, she was grateful. Miyako meticulously applied eyeshadow and mascara for what felt like hours as Mimi struggled to encompass her choppy brunette locks into an intricate up-do.

Anxiety nestled in her stomach as she walked into the gymnasium alone. Her knees, unaccustomed to the kitten heels her feet were forced into, wobbled as she entered the world of sparkling punch, colorful crepe paper, and pulsing music. Yamato and his band (“Knife of Ramen!” she could hear Taichi say) energized the crowd.

Not wanting to be seen alone, Hikari searched for a recognizable face. The thick crowd quickly thwarted any attempts of finding a friend, so she wandered towards the refreshment table, eager to find a distraction.

Admist the assortment of cupcakes and finger foods stood Kumiko. Red satin hugged her developed curves in the best of ways, and Hikari vainly wished she had taken Miyako’s advice of stuffing her bra. “You’re Yagami-san, right?” the girl asked, pouring some punch with her perfectly manicured nails.

“Yes, and you’re Kumiko-chan. Takeru-kun has told me a lot about you.” Hikari responded. Her voice sounded alien to her ears, clipped and unnatural.

Flicking her eyes towards the brunette, Kumiko sized her up. “Well, of course he has. I mean, who wouldn’t?” Hikari had little time to process the sneer that followed her comment as an excited head of blonde hair rushed up to the pair.

“Kumiko-san, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he exclaimed, fingers ruffling through his gelled locks.

“Oh, Takeru-kun, stop being so silly! I was just chatting with a dear friend of mine.”

It was only then that his blue eyes glanced into hers. An uncomfortable warmth rested in her cheeks as his eyes trailed her form. His golden hair fanned across his forehead, framing his luminous blue eyes. A silk shirt was tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans, and Hikari found it difficult to breathe. ‘He’s glorious.’

After a few moments of awkward silence, the brunette held her hand up in a greeting of sorts, not quite trusting her voice. “Uh- um, Hikari-chan,” he stuttered, cheeks the color of rose petals, “You look, uh, wow.”

She could feel her heart beating out of her chest. Though she could be just as oblivious as her brother, the young girl didn’t miss the way his eyes settled on her appreciatively. Just looking at Takeru made her mouth dry and stomach queasy. “Takeru, you look… great.”

From beside her, Kumiko snickered. “Aw, Hikari-chan, you are too cute when you’re all flustered! I’m almost sorry that nobody asked you to come to the dance.”

If the words hadn’t of struck a chord in her chest, the sudden onslaught of punch did. Thick streams of red liquid cascaded down Hikari’s scalp, stinging her eyes. Somebody was talking to her, but the pounding in her ears drowned them out. ‘Oh god oh god oh god oh god.’

Her heels screeched against the linoleum floor, tears mingling with the punch on her cheeks. The hallway blurred past as the young girl tried to make her escape. Crisp, night air chilled her drenched frame, but Hikari numbly collapsed against the curb. Her fingers listlessly curled around the hem of her sodden dress and attempted to wipe the remains of make-up from her face.

As one song blended into another, Hikari’s sobs slowed into whimpers. She could get over Kumiko’s attitude; once you’ve stared into the face of death, there was little that could scare you. But Takeru had seen it happen, he heard her words.

Preoccupied with her thoughts, the brunette shrieked in surprise as a warm hand caressed her bare shoulder. Cerulean eyes, illuminated by the streetlights, simmered in guilt. His form, lean from years of basketball, settled beside hers, shielding her from the chilly breeze.

“Where’s your date?” Bitterness seeped into her words. Though her eyes remained trailed to the puddles of punch that settled around her, she allowed Takeru’s hands to pry her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks. His palm eventually rested against her cheek, smiling softly as her cheeks became flushed.

“I’m not sure,” he began, chuckling lightly to himself, “She left in a hurry after I shoved a cupcake down the front of her dress.”

In shock, Hikari turned her body towards his. “Are you alright, Takeru-kun. Don’t let what happened to me bother you; I know you really liked her.”

His thumb rubbed against her skin in reassurance before he pulled away completely. “She’s got nothing on you.”

Hikari strained to pick up his voice as the crickets sang their lullaby. The air was suddenly warm and humming with an undefined energy. “I- I don’t und-”

“Besides,” he interrupted, “I won’t let you get hurt.”

#takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #takari #digimon adventure

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apriorisea · 6 years ago

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Hi!! I just want to say that you've become one of my top favorite writers for BTS! Thank you so much for writing, you lovely person, you! 💕💕 If you have the time and if you want to, could you write how the boys would be like when they're crushing hard on someone? So this is pre-relationship... who would be blushy? Will someone compensate by being overconfident? Who will be the adorable, stuttering mess? What will they do to get your attention? Thank you! :)

-You are literally so sweet, thank you! I couldn’t decide whether to do a bulletpoint- or story-format, so I tried a little mix of both. I hope it’s okay! 💕💜

((xMasterlist))

BTS Imagine: Crush

JIN:

blushes 24/7

but mostly just his ears so it’s not too bad

is actually pretty smooth and calm when talking to you, but his ears are glowing the whole time

One day you’re talking to him and you notice that his face is a little red. “Hey, are you okay? You look pretty warm.” You reach up and softly press the back of your hand against his forehead. “Are you getting sick?” He freezes at your touch but manages to say: “N-no, I’m okay.” Before you can take your hand away, he adds, “But-but what about the rest of my face? Is…is it warm, too?” When you lay your cool hand on the side of his face, he tries his hardest not to let you see his smile. “It is kind of warm,” you agree, but this time when you try to take your hand back, his hand shoots out to hold yours in place. In response to your surprise, he makes a small face and says, “I’m not feeling very well, actually. I think I might be getting sick…Your hand is nice and cool.” When you don’t protest, he takes your free hand and places it on the other side of his face. You laugh and pat his cheeks playfully. “Oh.” Your amusement fades into genuine concern, “Actually, you feel really warm now and you’re kind of flushed…” He smiles but doesn’t answer.

he secretly uses a picture of the two of you together as his phone wallpaper

has offered to be your fake-boyfriend any time you need the excuse

he buys you thinks he knows you’ll love (necklaces, phone cases, books, stuffed animals, makeup, headphones, mugs, gloves, etc) and gives them to you shyly

grabs your hand whenever he gets scared, but acts like it’s totally not a big deal—except his ears are on fire

YOONGI:

is always there

literally manages to be everywhere you are (but not in a creepy way)

is extra watchful and sensitive to how you are doing, so sometimes when you’ve had an absolutely awful day you’ll get fresh flowers delivered to your door from an Anonymous sender

he is constantly making playlists for you, but is never brave enough to send them

asks for your help with things all the time: “I am having the hardest time with this stupid tie—can you help me?” Smiling slightly, you cross to where Yoongi is standing in front of the mirror. “Haven’t you done this a million times?” you ask, taking the two ends of his tie in hand. He just smiles down at you, trying not to react too much when your fingers brush his neck. You step back when you’re done, but before you get too far, he stretches his hand out and grazes the edge of your sleeve. “Um, do you have a second?” he asks, reaching up to fiddle with his ear nervously. “I don’t know if this song sounds right, and I was hoping you’d help me figure it out?..”

becomes your very best friend

he confides in you with things he would never tell anybody else

he is the BEST listener: he never looks away while you’re talking, makes little sounds of understanding while you talk, offers solid advice when you want it

you know you can go to him with anything and he’ll be there

he is always making sure you’re comfortable

HOSEOK:

SO confident

like, unbelievably smooth and calm

he always finds an excuse to brush your hair back from your face, let his hand linger on your knee, lean in close when he talks to you, hug you every time he sees you

when he hugs you, he pulls you close to him, wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles his face in your shoulder for a second

“Hey!” Hoseok’s face lights up when he sees you, getting to his feet and smoothing his hair back. “Here’s our beautiful girl,” he says, stretching his arms wide for a hug. A little happy-flustered, you wrap your arms around his neck as he snakes his around your waist and pulls you close. You try not to smile too much as he buries his face against you. “Hi,” you answer, willing yourself not to blush. “How are you guys doing?” “Better now that you’re here,” he grins, pulling back and reaching out to fix a strand of your hair.

texts you ‘goodnight’ with cute little emojis

shows off a little extra when you watch him dance

volunteers to give you dance lessons

compliments you ALL the time

actually, will just do anything to make you blush a little because he thinks you’re so cute when you blush

is super flirty, but has a hard time actually asking you out because his confidence only goes so far

the others tease him all the time, but he likes you so much he doesn’t care

NAMJOON:

one of the smartest men on the planet, but he turns into an absolute bumbling fool when he’s around you

he gets so nervous that he actually stutters when he talks to you, gets his words all mixed up, gets flustered

tries to start conversations with you all the time because he loves talking to you, but it takes him a little bit to get over his shyness

after he does, you guys have the best talks about anything, because he thinks you are so smart and values your opinion the most

writes long pages of love letters but always tears them up because they’re embarrassingly cheesy

he talks about you to the others ALL the time; literally can’t stop singing your praises

can’t help but take care of you, even if he’s awkward about it the whole time

Feeling utterly defeated, you trudge into the building, not even completely sure what you’re looking for, but luckily he finds you first. “Hey!” he smiles so wide. “H-how’s it going? Are you—is you—have it—I mean, w-what’s up?” The tears that you’d been holding back well up at the sound of his voice, his warm presence. “It’s–it’s not great right now,” you admit. He frowns, and when you look up at him, you lose it. “I just got the worst news about work.” You drop your head to rest on his chest and start crying. The motion thaws him: his arms move automatically to wrap around you, pulling you against him in a tight hug, which just makes you cry harder. “It’s okay,” he says quietly, his awkwardness completely gone. He rubs your back and leans his head against yours. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

JIMIN:

cannot approach you without a wingman

literally drags one of the others to come with him and talk to you first, but as soon as the conversation is started, he’s fine

will actually step in front of his brother so he can have your full attention

once he has that first foot in the door he’s unstoppable

chatters a mile a minute

always notices when you’re wearing rings and asks to see them so he has an excuse to hold your hand

whenever you’re all standing around together, he takes every opportunity to sling his arm around your shoulders and lean on you playfully

invites you to watch a movie with him and some of the others, but the others always end up leaving early

He glances over at you as you make a tiny squeak of alarm. Grinning, he scoots a little closer. “Scared?” You give him a look but find his proximity comforting. “Maybe a little…” His smile gets a little wider. “Don’t worry,” he says, stretching an arm out on the couch behind you. “I won’t let those big, bad monsters get you!” He taps your shoulder, making you jump again, and then laughs, sliding his arm down around your shoulders. “Don’t be mean,” you scold, snuggling against him despite yourself. “Oh, I’m mean?” He’s grinning ear-to-ear. He starts to pull away, “Well then maybe I should let you fend for yourself—?” You catch his arm and cuddle back against him, knowing you were caught. “Oh, knock it off and come here.” You don’t look at his smug face. He smiles against your hair. “Absolutely.”

TAEHYUNG:

turns into an absolute comedian

will do anything to make you laugh: makes cute faces, little voices, ridiculous jokes, silly physical comedy

can’t stand it when you give anyone else attention

gets jealous really easily

will try to outdo whatever the other person is doing

just wants to spend time with you, and only you

asks you to come with him on random adventures: to grab a phone charger, go to the store for milk, literally has asked you to come with him to the kitchen to get a drink of water

always takes pictures of you/with you

“Hey, wait, stop right there!” Taehyung is somewhere behind you, so you turn: he’s got his phone trained on you, his goofy grin on his face. “Oh, Tae, come on, right now?? I look terrible.” You cover your face with both hands. He lowers the phone quickly. “You are beautiful, just like always.” He lifts the phone back up and taps to focus the lens on you. “Here, cutie, look here!” He starts making goofy faces and calling your name in a tiny voice, and soon you’re laughing too hard to really be mad. You lower your hands for a second and that’s when he snaps the picture. Satisfied, he saves it and turns toward you. You pout. “I—” “Here, I have an even better idea!” he cuts you off and moves to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He snuggles his face against yours, turns the camera to selfie-mode, and, when you put your arm around his waist, smiles so big. He takes a few shots and saves them immediately. “New wallpaper,” he announces, giving you a little wink.

always wants your opinion on his fashion choices

JUNGKOOK:

somewhat unfortunately, he acts exactly like you’d expect: shows off, does push-ups at the drop of a hat, makes sure you know he’s been working out lately

however, when you start talking to him, he gets really shy

he absolutely panics when you touch him (even if you just accidentally brush his arm) but misses you like crazy when you leave

is always looking at you from the corner of his eye

thinks about you all the time

asks his hyungs for advice on how to get you to notice him

even though he seems cocky, he is incredibly sweet to you

he gives you little indirect compliments ALL the time“Okay,” Jimin is whining, “But if Jin-hyung is gone, who is actually going to cook tonight?” You’re sitting at the table next to Jungkook, watching the scene in amusement. You turn to share a grin with him and are surprised to find him already looking at you. When he meets your gaze, he smiles automatically but his eyes dart away nervously. “I mean,” Jimin is still going, “I guess we could always order in, but—” “Why would we do that when she’s here?” The words burst from Jungkook defensively. “She’s literally the best chef on the whole planet.” You feel yourself blush. “I’m not that great.” “Yes, you are,” he dismisses easily. “Well,” you say, flustered, “I certainly can’t do it all by myself.” He’s already getting to his feet, rolling his sleeves above his elbows. “You obviously won’t be doing it by yourself,” he says, gently scooting your chair out and helping you up. “I’ll be right there to help you.”

whenever you’re out together, he always takes care of you—i.e. walks between you and the street, pays whenever you eat somewhere, takes your hand to help you into booths and up stairs and over rough terrain

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thephantomofthe-internet · 6 years ago

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Homeward Bound: Chapter 8

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader

Chapter Summary: Going from Hargrove to Harrington can give a girl whiplash, or at least it should.

Words: 3,213

Warnings: Swearing, slight smut referenced oops, death mention

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You awoke to the sun burning your eyes. Your neck was sore and locked up, your back aching. As you sat up, it took you a minute to remember where you were. This wasn’t your bed, nor was it your room, but your things were everywhere.

You were at Billy’s. And you’d slept with him.

And you hated yourself for it. You shouldn’t have done it, he loved you for Christ’s sake, and you used him.

And the worst part was it wasn’t even good. It was terrible, god awful, embarrassingly bad. You were certain that your memory of him being a god in bed was just the memory of an inexperienced teenager, because this was not good by any means. You’d never felt more ignored by the person on top of your in your life-you were a complete afterthought in the whole event. You swore you’d never been further from an orgasm in your entire life. That would’ve been shitty but if it hadn’t lasted forever; that was the one thing your memory had correct, he lasted long. Too bad that’s all he had going for him.

You crept out of bed; Billy was still snoring next to your place in bed, and slowly gathered your things off the floor. You made sure to not miss a piece of yourself, pulling back on your skirt and blouse, your bra was still around your waist when you awoke. You pulled on your underwear and tiptoed out of his bedroom.

Your shoes and purse were still by the door and you grabbed them, slipping out the front door before he could even stir.

You knew well enough that you looked awful-signs of sex were all over you. You were more than glad that the hickeys weren’t on your neck, only your chest and collarbones. Your body was desperately sore, though it was only because you’d tried and failed to share a twin bed.

As you made your way out of the apartment, you wondered how you were going to spin this into a good lie. Your mother was going to kill you, god that felt so immature to you. You weren’t supposed to be out with boys, unless the boy was Dustin, and you certainly weren’t supposed to be spending the night with them. And you’d been gone all night, how the hell were you supposed to cover for yourself. Steve had to have told your mother where you were going, he always had to have the moral high ground over you.

The honk of a car horn startled you out of your thoughts, though you chose not to turn around to see who it was. You didn’t want nor need to see whoever thought it was a good idea to honk to get a lady’s attention.

“Henderson!” the driver cried and you let out a small sigh and a tired laugh, turning to smile at the driver.

Steve Harrington was behind you and his timing was excellent.

“You need a ride?” he asked, slowing the car as he got closer to you. You nodded, pulling open the door and hopping in quickly. Steve chuckled, watching you straighten out and slump down, defeated.

“Have fun last night?” he asked with a smirk.

You groaned “No…well yeah, and then no. Ugh, it was not a good choice.” You admitted glumly. “And now I’m gonna get grounded, god I feel like I’m sixteen or something…”

“Relax, your mom’s not gonna do shit to you.” Steve replied easily. You scowled at him, rolling your eyes.

“Have you met my mother?” you asked sarcastically.

“Yes, and I know lying to her solves most problems, which I already did. As far as she knows, you were at Jenny Stein’s. And since she lives in the same complex as your Mr. Hargrove, I think it’ll work out fine.” Steve said with a shrug.

“You lied to my mom for me?” you asked, wide eyed.

“Yeah, yeah I did.” He replied.

“Thank you…” you said. You had no idea what else, it shocked you. He wasn’t supposed to be protecting you, that wasn’t his role anymore. But he was, and while it should’ve annoyed you, it warmed your heart.

“Don’t worry about it, you hungry?” he said “Cause I haven’t eaten yet and I’m starving.”

“Yeah, yeah I can eat.” You said, ignore the way your stomach growled at the very mention of food. Steve drove off towards what was once a crime scene, the diner formerly owned by Benny Hammond, the first outside victim anyone had ever heard of.

The place lived in a strange place in your mind; filled with both happiness and second hand grief. It lived there because you didn’t know Benny, you never would, but you spent hours in the place he died. Benny’s had been bought by a third party chain and soon became a fifties themed diner-complete with waitresses on roller skates. It had lost its down-home sheen and became an outside force. People protested the change but nothing could be done and suddenly it was someplace without feeling; a cold, sterile environment wrapped in pastels and kitsch. It felt fake and yet real, you spent nearly every afternoon there, planning schemes but also drinking shakes and relaxing, planning school dances or weekend trips. You went on dates there, saw hearts break and explode with love. You both loved and hated that diner.

And sitting there now, in your old booth from years past, you felt both at home and in a strange land. You’d been on your first date with Steve in that same booth, sharing a shake and wondering how your lives had gotten to this point. Now, you sat as strangers, sipping coffee, unsure of your places in each other’s worlds. Silence was the wall in between you. You intended to remove the first brick; you’d built the wall after all.

“He said he loved me.” You said simply, swallowing a mouthful of warm coffee, slightly too sweet for your liking.

“He did?” Steve asked, clearing his throat. He was obviously holding back a laugh, trying to be polite to you, but it wasn’t working; his face fully gave him away.

“He did.” You replied, chuckling softly.

“How did you respond?” Steve asked, leaning closer to you, elbows on the table, dangerously close to knocking the salt over

“I nearly jumped out the window!” you cried, earning a boisterous laugh from Steve, who fell back against the white vinyl booth. The whole thing was as silly as it felt, which was reassuring. But it was also nice to laugh about it-when it happened, you wanted to die, but now you were okay. You didn’t have to love him, and you sure as hell didn’t, but it was good to know that the whole thing was as stupid sounding as it felt.

“Jesus Christ and you still slept with him?” he asked, dumbfounded, shaking his head with a wide smile.

“Apparently! I guess I pitied him or something…” you sighed, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity.

“Was it…sorry, no I shouldn’t ask that.” He replied, stumbling over the question he gave up on. Your roller-inclined waitress, Katherine, placed your plates in front of you, refilling the coffee cups and skating off before you could even thank her.

“No, it’s cool.” You shrugged “It was awful. Absolutely terrible, it was like sleeping with a virgin except it lasted for like two and a half hours.”

“Wait seriously?” he asked, dropping his fork. This was a new side of Billy Steve never got to see-the side where he wasn’t the king. Even long after high school, he still ruled over their peers. Sure, now he ran Miller’s Bar like he owned the place and made the young parents of Hawkins feel bad for starting their families early. But he was still admired, still wanted and lusted after. Steve hadn’t had a date in months but Billy was out every weekend from what he heard. On major drinking holidays, he’d been called to take down a couple of Billy’s altercations but nothing really ever became of them-nobody pressed charges and every generally forgot, leaving him with the paperwork.

“Really!” you cried, giggling “I swear, the guy I lost my virginity to was better, at least it was shorter.”

“Was I? I mean…never mind.” Steve started, immediately giving up on the sentence again. He was blushing now, his eyes downturned to his eggs, suddenly small in his seat.

“You were better, don’t worry.” You said easily, shrugging softly as you took a bite of the giant pile of pancakes. Steve perked up just a little, a small smile spreading across his face. He looked more confident, at ease with himself again. You were glad to be of a little help to his self-esteem, even if you weren’t necessarily ready to be having these conversations again.

“Well good…not that I asked, but you know…good to know.” He said, his voice smoother. He was trying to play it cool now, finding his groove again, although he seemed to be stumbling just a bit. You found it oddly endearing, like an elementary schooler trying to imitate their cool older brother instead of an adult.

“Oh totally…totally completely, you’d never ask me that…” you replied, shaking your head as a small smile slipped onto your lips. It was hard not to laugh; he looked so serious, you could almost take him seriously if you didn’t know him. As he puffed out his chest, doing a silent imitation of Billy, you lost it. He just looked so silly; a false attempt at masculinity and suaveness, like a marionette instead of a real boy.

“Good and, ya know girl…I still love ya…” he added, trying his best to mock the Californian’s accent, slightly marred by Indiana’s tone.

You snorted loudly, coffee nearly coming out of your nose, making you choke just for a second as you shook your head, holding up your palm in the universal sign of ‘stop, wait I got one’.

“No no it’s like this.” You puffed your chest, widening your stance to make yourself as big as possible. You jutted out your jaw and pulled your best open mouth smirk, eyeing him like a piece of meat, which immediately made Steve cower away, watching you almost mystified. You ran your tongue over your upper teeth and lip, nodding at him. “You know I just…I love you, pretty girl…” you crooned, your voice not quite low enough to reach his tone and not quite skilled enough to imitate his accent, turning the words into a strange mix of choices that broke Steve’s resolve immediately.

“What was that…” he cried, his voice hoarse and breathless. You merely grinning, shrugging easily. “How do you move like him and sound nothing like him at the same time?” he guffawed.

“I’m not good at accents!” you said with a laugh, only making Steve laugh harder. The whole scene felt homey, like a warm blankets on a cold winter’s night. It was one of those moments you wished you could sink into like a warm bath, but time was physical and you had to move on, taking a sip of coffee and watching Steve come down from his giggle fit.

You finished breakfast in relative silence, although it was comfortable one. The kind you had with your father before he got his divorce and ran off with his mistress, back when you were young and naïve of the ways the world can ruin a person. It was strange to find yourself comparing Steve to your father, especially because you hated your father.

You hated him for abandoning you and Dustin. You hated him for not paying child support. You hated him for marrying Marnie and forcing you to play bridesmaid while Dustin was none the wiser. You hated him for moving on with his life while your mother struggled to find her footing again. You hated him for taking away the music in your life and forcing you to find it again on your own.

But Steve…well he wasn’t your father. Not by a long shot. Your mother swore that once he had a sense of humour and a heart, but you never really got to see it. But this breakfast with him, you felt as though you slipped back into your childhood in Chicago.

Your feet dangled off the floor as you sat on the edge of your big wooden kitchen chair, trying to keep your freshly cleaned and absolute favourite pink shirt, the one with the big crocheted butterfly on the front, clear of cereal bites and spilled milk as you took too big bites of sugary breakfast cereal. Across the table, your father sat in his equally clean and pressed black suit, the jacket hanging off the chair like clockwork. He was reading the newspaper, the ink turner the tips of his fingers black, and drinking black coffee from the boring, plain white mug he used every morning like clockwork. You made him a mug for father’s day, covered in bright splotches of colour and squiggly doodles that vaguely mimicked smiley faces, hearts, and stars. He used it once, and then it became a holder for pens and pencils on his desk. You didn’t mind, you were just happy he appreciated it, that he even used it at all.

Your mother was frazzled upstairs. Dustin had just been born, he was hardly alive and yet he insisted on making his presence known by screaming. He’d been in and out of the hospital since he was born. Your father wasn’t pleased about it, you’d heard them fight, but when you looked at your baby brother, he seemed fine to you. He didn’t have collar bones, fair, but you thought it was cool. And besides, his big eyes made up for it. You thought he was beautiful. Your father disagreed.

On mornings like this, you had to make your own breakfast, which meant whatever the sugariest cereal you had in stock was with too much milk because the jug was too heavy for you to lift and your father was never really watching to make sure you could handle it. You ate at the table in as close to silence as a five year old could muster, which meant you hummed to yourself and muttered whatever thoughts you had to yourself, and your father read in silence. It was nice though-your father worked long hours and you hardly saw him because of it. Those brief moments at the table before he left for work gave you simple moments with him, the tangible kind you could taste and smell and hear and feel when you recalled them.

You heard your mother let out a sharp cry, a word you knew you weren’t supposed to use and mommies weren’t supposed to say. “Cliff!” she cried from upstairs “I think he’s sick, I think we have to go back to the hospital!”

Your father looked up from his paper for the first time that morning, calling back “I’m sure he’s fine, Claudia! He’s just acting like a baby!” and then, he looked to you. He hadn’t looked at you all morning. And he smiled, he rolled his eyes. This was an intimate moment, a brief beat where your sentiments were aligned and he treated you like his equal. He believed that you two had the same feelings on the situation happening just above you. And you complied; you shrugged with a giggle, a secret shared between you two. For the first time in your life, you and your father were aligned, comrades in battle instead of trailing daughter to distant, aloof father. That little look you shared was a moment you held onto for the rest of your life, until he sent you back to Hawkins without a second look.

You wondered if that was who Steve could become. You could almost see it-if life led him done the same path it led Hopper, you could see him becoming jaded and cynical and distant. But then there was something in him, an eternal sense of hope, which kept him away from that path. He didn’t believe that the world was inherently good, he knew that there was evil always lurking around the corner, but he still believed in some sense of good and truth in the world, something you couldn’t fully get on board with anymore. You wondered if he had a cynical bone in his body. You guessed not.

“You ready to face the wrath of your mom?” Steve asked, drawing you out of your thoughts, an ease to his whole demeanour that felt unearned. You wished he was still nervous around you instead of so cool and collected.

“Eh, I guess…as long she actually believes I was at Jenny’s I should be fine. If not…well I would really appreciate if you were a poll bearer at my funeral.” You replied.

“Oh yeah? Who else should I ask?” he asked with a grin, pulling out his wallet to pay for breakfast before you could even ask for separate checks.

“Well Dusty, obviously, then get Lucas and Mike, I don’t really think Will can do the heavy lifting, not that Mike really could either…maybe get Marvin Rubio to do it, he’ll cry his way through it but he’s stronger than Mike and should be able to help hold my ass up, as long as he’s got a strong support around him to lift I won’t end up on the floor.” You said decidedly.

“What should we do about lover boy then?” he asked “I’m sure he’d want to carry you down the river.”

“Don’t let him touch me, and don’t let him make a speech! My mother will kill my ghost and I wanna haunt some people.” You replied.

“Duly noted, now let’s get out of here before Callahan puts an APB out on my location.” Steve said and you nodded, getting up from the plastic seat, your thighs sticking to the material slightly. Going home sounded both good and bad to you now; good, because you could finally change and wash the sins off your body, but bad because you have to finally deal with your mother. And the negatively were vastly outweighing the positives. Still, there was nowhere else for you to go, so you gritted your teeth and climbed back into Steve’s car.

The drive was short, much to your chagrin, and you were home before you could find your strength again. Unlike before, Steve wasn’t parking, so you quickly gathered your things.

“Thanks, for picking me up…and for breakfast, it was nice.” You said awkwardly, slinging your purse over your shoulder. He nodded and you climbed out quick, set to begin the dreaded ascent up your driveway.

Steve rolled down his window, calling after you “Hey! Before you try to make other plans, you wanna hang out with me and Dustin tonight? I’m sure the kid would love having you around.” He asked.

You nodded “Sure! Sounds good!” you replied with a grin, waving as he drove up before rushing up the steps. It was still early, maybe she was still asleep.

The door burst open. “Y/N!”

You were so dead.

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letitbefiction · 7 years ago

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Iron heart and a spider shaped key- chapter 11

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A/N: submission are open! Feel free to send me your requests! That’s it have fun kids!

Warning-nothing for now

Paring- Peter Parker x stark!reader

Type: fluff (and A Lot! Of it!) and angst

Word count: 2,709 (kinda short I know😂)

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“PETER!” You yelled desperately, trying to wipe away the glitter from your eyes, god how you hated glitter, ever since you were a kid, you hated those to the core saying how useless and irritating they are, “PETER!” You yelled again blinking hard until you finally gained your eyesight.

You heard his laugh filling the hallway as he got closer and leaned against the door frame, he had an annoying smug face and it just angered you so much. “You little shit! Why freaking glitter!” You yelled shaking your arms and slapping them desperately trying to remove the shining plastic pieces “why the color blue?” He hummed passing you to enter your room “hey get out!” You hissed shooting him an angered look, “wait. What?” You suddenly looked at him holding a small camera your father had developed a few years ago “blu-??” You questioned, then your y/c/e eyes widened at the realization “oh my god!” You face palmed yourself frustrated hearing his laugh echo in your mind once again.

“We heard screaming wh—“ Steve, Bucky and even Bruce all stared at you in silence before bursting into a fit of laughter “ha ha yeah yeah very funny!” You huffed crossing your arms, you completely forgot about the prank war going on and now your annoying crush was in your room as your two uncles laughed at you, could this get any more embarrassing?? Apparently yes. Because moments later your father had arrived to see the two soldiers holding onto each other and his newest addiction leaning on wall all laughing at his shining daughter. “Oh my g—“ he couldn’t get a few words out before clenching to his shirt laughter rolling out of his lips “Y-You look g-good in pink..!” He managed to say between laughter, making everyone laugh even more ‘this is so..ughh!’ You thought feeling yourself blushing “all of you! Get out! Get out! GET—“ you pushed them all out embarrassingly dragging Peter by his forearm and throwing him to the hallway with the rest “OUT!” You screamed, slamming the door in the face of the four men. You walked over to the mirror and looked over yourself, not only it was glitter, it was pink! You don’t have anything against pink, except when it’s hot neon pink. You didn’t want to admit it but it was a bit funny.

“Oh come on y/n! At least tell me my score!” Peter whined, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you opened the door once again this time in a more calmed manner, making him trip inside for he leaned on the door.

You raised your brow at his satisfied face, ‘he seems so freaking happy! Idiot!’ You thought and rolled your eyes staring at him fixing his hair “it’s a tie, two for you and two for me.” You said flatly, He smiled at you and bowed a bit “thank you princess.” “Beat it or I’ll beat you.” You hissed as he strolled out with a cocky smile to be with the rest.

“Men are so freaking dumb like is it for that specific gender or like??” You groaned holding your phone next to your ear while jumping up and down on your bed “yes. Like I told you already. We need to bitchslap them maybe it’ll fix them up faster” your friend Mona sassed making you smile before jumping off your bed and turning to the mirror near you to look over yourself once again, trying to see if you still had those pink glitter in your hair, you did, but you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Miss Stark—“ “hold on Mon” you said quickly before answering the A.I “yes F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You smiled sweetly as if it could see you “Loki asked if you could come to see him in his room.” It wasn’t a new thing for you yet you felt a bit confused for the reason this time “Uh sure! Did he say why?” “He said that he’s got information. Not regarding what. Are you planning something that might put you in danger? If so I’d have to—“ “no no! Just some little insignificant stuff.” You hurried to say “y/n/n?” You looked at your phone hearing the muffled voice of your friend “hey Mon I’d call you later ok? Got some master pranks to plan!” You cheered happily and ran through your door “sure! Tell me if I can help somehow!” She replied and with that you both hung up.

You smiled devilishly sprinting in the hallway, you passed Peter room and knocked loudly “LOKI!” You sang, you didn’t know why but you wanted Peter to hear you, to hear your excitement for someone else, to make him jealous? Why? It was a question that you’ll ask yourself later that’s for sure. “That was quick. I’m impressed.” The asgardian spoke pushing the door wide enough for you to pass, you skipped inside to his bed and slammed yourself and began swinging your legs “so...!” You trailed excited, Loki shoot his head with a small chuckle closing the door quietly “third outfit already I see. Did the glitter ruined the other—“ “you knew!?” You cut pretending to be offended, even though you did feel a bit betrayed by the god. Betrayed but not surprised.

“well..I heard the spider child and the Captain talking in the hallway.” He shrugged and grabbed his wooden chair to sit in front of you, “traitor...” you mumbled crossing your hands “true. But. I got a plan.” He held his finger in the air proudly “What?” “I have seen a few silly and harmless pranks but quite useful.” You squinted your eyes at his direction, a bit surprised that he even watched pranks, let alone YouTube, you tilted your head a bit “Huh?” confusion and interest in your voice as he smirked at you his blue eyes crinkling mischievously “Take a plastic wrap and put it over your room door, then scream at him to get to your room and play with his feelings saying that playing a prank like that is so mean and you hate him and yell at him to get to your room—“ “first of all, it sounds lame but very useful” you spoke honestly, judgingly but honest “and second of all. What prank?” You moved your hand in the famous ‘boi’ movement, to that, Loki had to roll his eyes “Pretend as if he had placed a spider in your room.” He continued but fear creeped upon you already feeling the small legs walking on the back of your neck “A spider? Like an actual spider? Loki I—“ “no you idiot. Pretend as if there was a spider!” He cut shaking his head desperately “Ohh! Ok then.” You shrugged with a tight smirk before continuing “So like when to do it?” You asked standing up excitement rose beneath your feet “tomorrow afternoon. He’ll be back from his schooling.” Loki mirrored your action and stood above you with a brotherly grin “He’ll be completely distracted so that’ll be great!.” You cheered clasping your hands together before holding them close to your chest with a large smile “Ok! Cool! Uh..I just need to sneak the—“ you started planing but loki cut your thought with a reassuring smile “got it for you already.” He smirked and within a second the plastic wrap was falling to your hands “Damn you are so petty! I love it” you cheered with twinkling eyes “i am not. Now tell me, do you like pink now?” He smirked knowing you’d get annoyed and leave “Shut up!” You punched him playfully before spinning and walking out the door “See you around barbie!” He teased and you flipped him off walking to the elevator. Why did Dad had to show them those damn pictures?! Right. To embarrass me.

You gladly made your way to your room without being caught, he deserves it, you kind of wished you could do another thing just to mess with him more, just to wipe that stupid, beautiful, annoying smug off his face.

Resting on your bed your slowly remembered why were you so mad earlier, he deserved being punched, he deserved being rude to, he was an idiot, he is an idiot. ‘Told you I’d get you out of my sight.’ Ugh what a jerk.

A few of intense social media hours later you got a bit hungry, your stomach practically shouted at you for forgetting to eat, you strolled into the lonely kitchen and made yourself a bowl of cereal, walking into the pantry a devilish and maybe a bit dumb idea came to your mind. You grabbed Peter’s favorite cereal (knowing it was his as he had a new number on the package) you opened the plastic bad multiple times looking over your shoulder as you ran a knife almost ripping it completely, you pulled the crinkling bag out of the colored cardboard box and flipped it in such way the the open side would be in the button, then opening the other side as well. You placed the box in it’s place and returned quickly to your bowl that sat on the counter. ‘Hmm what if I’ll buy itching power..that should work. Do we still have some from last year? Maybe in my room?—‘ you let yourself wonder as you munched on the delicious crunchy flakes, “hey princess..” Peter cocky voice brought you back to reality, you couldn’t help but role your eyes at him “don’t.” You hissed taking another tablespoon to your mouth, you watched his movements, the way he smiled looking away from you “why not?” He taunted opening the fridge door, the dimmed white light shown on his features ‘damn..’ you looked at aw, struggling to understand why would you crush on this cocky idiot. “Because I’m not a princess and say that again and I’ll take Bucky’s knifes and stab you.” You said aggressively, jumping off the stool you sat on and placing the bowl gently in the sink “yeah ok.” He said his voice dripping with honey “what. You think I can’t do it?” He kept silent throwing a green apple between his hands, he strolled closer to you a grin on his face you felt your breath hitching in your throat nervously as your eyes met, you crossed your arms and tilted your head a bit “try me spiderboy.” You hissed and walked away, slightly pushing him off. ‘What has gotten into that boy!’

“You sure about this Ned?” Peter asked running both hands through his hair, Ned hummed in reply before continuing “Girls either hate or love arrogant boys.” A small quiet moment sat between them, million and one thoughts attacked Peter’s mind, god he didn’t want to do it. “Let’s hope she’d hate it.” He muttered slamming himself into his computer chair, “Why do you want her to hate you again?” Ned asked confusion laced in his voice “Because..” Peter started, even he couldn’t quite explain every variable in this acquisition “she’s in constant danger and being spiderman’s girlfriend won’t help her...” He finally answered leaning forward on his knees, Ned sat across him with his silver computer on his lap, typing quickly what his brunette friend asked a few moments before “but what if she’ll be Peter’s girlfriend?” The fast clicking stopped as Ned raised his eyes to scan his friend’s stressed face “Than her dad would kill Peter.” He chuckled nervously, even tho he knew this might be an over reaction he couldn’t help but agreeing, practically expecting something like that. “So..google?” “Yep.”

You stormed into your room and slammed the door slamming yourself into the delicate, fluffy covers of your bed, “goddamn it!” You huffed into your pillow.

The rest of the night you spent being on tumblr like a typical teenager, shipping two characters from your show as if your life is depended on it and even writing a few poems into your small diary. The lighted screen eventually turned off as you closed your eyes at rest, mind still dreaming of a normal life, an easy life, where you’d be with that annoying crush of yours.

“Morning Pep!” You exhaled happily looking over to the neat character who walked into the room quite surprised to see you there, taking another sip from your coffee and continuing to move your thumb over the Phone, it was 10 am, all of the avengers were too busy for you once again and training felt like a death wish right now with all your hurting muscles so you’d rather stay in the common room and enjoy your morning.

Rays of sunshine went through the slightly dimmed glass window, heating up the blanket next to you and lighting the room and your lazy outfit beautifully, “hey honey..why are you home?” Pepper delicate voice was brought to your ears and you immediately turned to her with a sweet smile “Because I live here..?” You giggled and took a picture of your mug and the half down of your outfit. “No I meant—“ she began but the innocent and confused face of yours made her change her sentence “where’s Tony?” She asked passing near you and placing a small kiss on your head as you spoke “My dad? Probably in his office, or workshop, or with Banner..” you smiled briefly before starting to choose filters for your picture “ask F.R.I.D.A.Y “ you shrugged cluelessly, you could have interrogate her like the usual you, but usual you is not morning you.

The rest of the day was boring, passing through same rooms, social media, cooking lunch for the team, social media, putting itching powder in Peter’s mattress, social media, talking to a few trainees, social media once again and so on. You always felt not “there” always looking through a one sided window, ‘god when is 2 already?’ You complained to yourself, “1 PM!?!” You grunted looking at your clock “ughhh!!” You yelled dropping to your knees desperate, bored and ok the verge of losing your mind.

“PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!” You screamed through the speakers, the poor boy almost had a heart attack while walking on the white marble, his tired eyes shot open and rushed to scan the room “this!” You squealed scared “is the worst prank ever!” You almost cried and he couldn’t help but sprint to your room, thank god for acting classes.

“I can’t believe you!—ahh!!” You screamed, hearing him shuffle in the hallway running so fast it actually sounds like he cared. Pff as if. You stood on your bed and recorded everything, and just like that, his face was stuck behind the door as his feet ran inside quickly, he fell forward face first, the clear material stuck to his features! You fell to your mattress, holding your stomach as tears forming in your eyes and your laughter echoing in the whole compound.

He struggled to remove it at first and immediately stood on his feet, your smile grew bigger and bigger at the sight of his struggle, but eventually you helped him out feeling a bit mercy knowing what is yet to come to him.

“Ok ok! Stop moving jeez!” You exclaimed with rolling laughter escaping your pursed lips, you slowly removed the plastic mask off of him just to reveal a frown “not funny.” “Very funny.” You argued you raised your finger with a smirk befor he continued, his eyes were filled with secrecy and worry “I actually thought something happened to you..” he muttered taking a step closer to you “you don’t care and you know it..” you said coldly and took another step closer to him closing the distance between the two of you, a moment of silence stayed between you as you stared into each other eyes, you felt the golden spark hitting you like a shining bullet, why was your heart pounding so loudly? Was it yours or his? His cologne was interfering you mind with it’s usual overthinking,. “you don’t know that.” He whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he did “You don’t show it.” Was all you said, shooting him an empty look.

He left a few minutes of unsettling quite later, a lot of words were left unsaid, a lot of actions were left undone and a few feelings were kept hidden away.

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eene-fangirl · 7 years ago

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A Fairy-ED Come True [An Ed, Edd n Eddy Fanfiction]

Note: Can anybody who reads this please leave a review? It is going into my senior thesis. Thanks and enjoy!

The Peach Creek high school gym was covered in glitter, party streamers, and even a disco ball to make it look lively for a dance. The school faculty had to spruce things up to some extent in order to make students come to a place they didn’t even want to attend in the day time.

Guests arrived wearing their best attire. Gowns, tuxes, jewelry, ties. All were ready to have the best night of their lives. If it weren’t for two boys constantly distracting one another they could have been having a better time.

“Double Dee brings Sarah? She’s his ‘special date’? Eddy scoffed to Nazz when he saw Edd walk into the dance. “Isn’t she like a child? How does she have any idea of what love means? I thought he was referring to Marie or any other girl in this school.”

“Do you want him to be with someone else?” Nazz asked. She was put out with Edd’s constant annoyance over Edd. He was the only person Eddy talked about all evening.

“Well, yeah… I mean no… I just…” Eddy was flustered by the question. His tongue hardly ever tied up like this. For years he was confused by the feelings he felt. He was trying to avoid them. But, they wouldn’t leave his mind alone.

“Don’t be silly, Nazz.” Eddy said in an almost ‘shut up’ tone.

Nazz leaned forward to touch his hand. Eddy flinched. His head kept turning back and forth. Nazz was taken aback when Eddy took both of her hands to hold them tenderly. Tenderly was not the word. His hands were so floppy that they could have been a rubbery mannequin.

“Are you sure you wanted to come to the prom with me, Eddy?”

“Why the question? ‘Course I do.”

“You’re not just using me to make Double Dee jealous, are you?”

This got Eddy’s attention. How could he plead innocence when he was staring down Edd on the dance floor.

“I think someone wants to dance.” Eddy changed the subject. He was giving her the worst romantic eye a person could ever fake.

Without warning Sarah was dipped to the floor once more. She was getting motion sickness. Edd practically dropped her on her head a dozen times, stepped on her feet, and poked her eye out with his nose.

“Wonderful. He’s bringing Nazz to the dance floor. He’s such a showoff.” Edd said.

“If he’s here do you think could take it down a notch or learn how to dance?”

Sarah looked as if she came out from a wrestling match rather then a dance. Her hair was wrecked from the perfect bun it was in. Edd kindly tried to fix her up when he gasped seeing Eddy right next to him.

“Didn’t know you were at that base.”

Edd had no idea what Eddy was referring to until he saw his hand accidentally tug Sarah’s dress strap.

The music picked up. The dance floor was filled to the brim with people dancing close together.

Eddy spun Nazz around doing the tango. Edd focused on Eddy’s dance moves. He had no idea how splendid of a dancer Eddy was. Eddy kept going noticing Edd looking. Unbeknownst to Eddy, he was rather rough with Nazz flinging her all around. She nearly collided with other couples and tripped over her own feet.

Sarah’s feet weren’t so lucky. Edd spent more time watching Eddy then his own date.

“How does he dance like that?” Edd was taken at how nimble Eddy was. He flew Nazz over his shoulders or slid her through his legs. Eddy noticed someone staring. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder. But, when he took the slightest glance he noticed Edd’s blushing cheeks. And he was staring at him with a look. A wanting look. For some reason Eddy felt turned on. Nobody looked at him like that before. Edd was always telling Eddy how important he was making him feel better on days where he felt down about himself. He also remembered Edd admitting how lucky anybody was to be with him.

“Eddy?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you looking at Double Dee like that?” Nazz asked him. Their dancing slowed down to barely anything. Eddy wasn’t even holding her. There was no tender touch or even an affectionate look like the other dates shared on the floor.

“Ugh… can you believe sockhead is trying to out dance me? Look at those legs.”

Edd gasped when he noticed Eddy looking his way. “Look as if you’re kissing me!” he loudly whispered into Sarah’s ear.

Sarah’s eyes bulged as if this were the most repulsive question she ever heard. Before she socked Edd Nazz was gesturing to her. She pointed from Edd to Eddy. A devious smile took over Sarah’s face agreeing to the plan.

“Sure, pucker up, sweetie.” Sarah said to Edd.

“It’s my turn to lead the tango.” Nazz said to Eddy.

As if it were perfectly choreographed Nazz spun Eddy into Edd who was pushed away by Sarah. Edd and Eddy caught one another holding the other by the arms to get balance. Edd was embarrassed to find how close their lips were to touching.

“Oh, uh… hey, sockhead.” Eddy was the one to blush now.

“Hello, Eddy. Are you enjoying the evening?” It was the only thing Edd could ask to forget about the embarrassing moment.

“Yeah. Been fun. Sarah abandoned you, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that. She just wanted to have a break from dancing.”

“Why did you take her anyway?” Eddy asked.

“We’re just friends.”

“When did I ever say you were a couple?”

“Oh, no, I just thought you meant you had the inkling that we were dating.”

Eddy laughed. “You? Dating a twelve year old?”

“Sarah is fourteen.”

“Oh, we’re going after the youngsters I see.” Eddy playfully nudged Edd in his side.

“Don’t be immature, Eddy!”

“Aw, why are your cheeks blushing?”

“Stop it!” Edd yelled. He was close to Eddy’s mouth again. The close proximity caught Eddy off guard. They were staring at each other again. That happened quite frequently. Eddy noticed something in Edd’s eyes. Not a speck, but something. He had no idea what.

“I’m just playin’ around. Calm down.”

“Seems Nazz has abandoned you,” Edd pointed out.

Before Eddy could defend himself he saw Nazz over by the refreshment table talking with a gang of her friends. “Knowing her she’ll be talking to them for hours.” Eddy wasn’t pouting. He felt relieved knowing he didn’t have to be stuck with her.

Glancing at the dance floor, they saw Ed and May dancing together. Edd and Eddy couldn’t help but smile. Ed and May were so happy together. They easily fit together. It’s like they were meant to be together from the start. From the way Ed looked at May made Edd frown. He wished someone would look at him like that.

Edd looked at Eddy embarrassingly. “If you want to dance, Eddy, we can.”

“You want to?” Eddy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“If you don’t we can go…”

“No, no… it’s a dance. That’s what we came here to do.”

Edd and Eddy danced each making up their own movements. Edd hardly moved his body making little jumps.

Eddy scoffed as his body went with the rhythm to the music. “You call that dancing? Come on, I know you got more in yah.”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

“That’s a bunch of bull.” Eddy answered , lifting a sly eyebrow.

Edd’s nose scrunched. “I can’t.”

“Better let the master teach yah.” Edd was caught off guard when Eddy took his arm and dipped his whole body to the floor. Then he interlaced their arms, throwing him to one side and back in. Edd playfully laughed stepping in motion with Eddy’s feet. And then Eddy lifted him off his feet spinning him all around watching all the colors distort in his eyes.

The music changed to a slower song.

Edd and Eddy were so caught up with how much fun they were having when they realized that Eddy was holding Edd bridal style. Their lips were close to touching again. A familiar magnet was pulling them closer.

Nervously laughing, Eddy placed Edd back on his feet.

“See that’s how you dance.”

“You’re quite the dancer.”

“Thanks.” Eddy felt so grateful by the compliment that he cuffed up his jacket collars.

“Um, we don’t have to stop.” Edd said listening to the slow, beautiful music.

“You really want to dance?”

“If you do.”

Edd offered Eddy his hand. Eddy slowly took it. Edd’s hand was so smooth to the touch. It tickled Edd when Eddy place his hand on his hip. He never danced with anyone before. In truth Edd wanted to dance with Eddy for years. It was his dream.

They stepped in perfect motion, slowly spinning along the floor. Their eyes never broke contact.

“So, you didn’t want to take Marie?” Eddy asked starting a conversation.

“Marie?”

“Yeah. I thought you were…”

“Oh, um… we were. Not anymore, though.” Edd looked away. He didn’t want this conversation to go on any longer.

“Oh, sorry. Why?” Of course Eddy would question!

“Oh, we were just too different.” Edd admitted though there was very different reason harboring. “Why do you ask?”

“Nothin’, things seemed steady between you two and I just thought…”

“Absolutely not!” Edd didn’t know why he raised his voice. He felt cornered in a way. He realized that it had been over a year since their incident in the bog in the woods. Eddy had kissed him.

They kept dancing as the music grew slower. They noticed couples dancing closely together, their heads laying comfortably on one’s shoulder. Edd and Eddy met eyes once more.

It was Edd’s turn to notice that wanting look. He looked at him so gently staring deep into his eyes. They were holding one another closer now.

Eddy could feel his stomach tingling. His body heated up. What was this feeling? His tongue was drying up. He always felt this way when he was near Edd. That was normal right?

That magnetic force was stronger now. It was when Edd’s lips were inches away from Eddy’s lips that the boy ran from the embrace shoving through the crowds of people to find the exit doors.

“Hey, sockhead, where are you going?” Eddy caught him by the air when they were out in the fresh night air.

“What happened in there, Eddy? My emotions were escalating and I had an urge that has never come over me before. Oh, I think it’s time…”

“It’s fine, Double Dee!” Eddy grasped Edd by his arms.

“I-It is?”

“I’m going to be the most honest I have ever been. I came with Nazz to make you jealous.”

Edd blinked. He felt as if his tongue swelled losing the ability to speak. “That’s why I brought Sarah.”

“Aren’t you the sly dog.” They were holding each other again. The same embrace from the dance floor. But, they were alone. They could enjoy the moment savoring the feelings they craved for the longest time.

“I wanted to come here with you.” Edd admitted at long last.

“Me too.”

“Eddy, I’ve loved you for the longest time. I never knew how to tell you. I’m so sorry for ignoring you. It’s just that, oh, how do I explain it?”

“How ‘bout by shutting up and kissing me?”

Edd smirked, but they went ahead and kissed. It was the most amazing feeling that went through their bodies. Nothing felt important. They were here in an embrace, soft lips touching the other at long last.

Instead of walking back through the doors into the claustrophobic crowds they ended their dance out in the beautiful night air with the moon showing overhead. Love never felt so real as, that night, their dreams finally came true.

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cecesf06 · 7 years ago

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Fate~ Nolan Holloway

Anon: Hey, can I have a Nolan Holloway cute/awkward imagine please? It's Halloween and reader is trick or treating with like her little cousins or siblings so she wears a goofy costume and they knock at Nolan's door (without her knowing it's his house) and it's just awkward because of her silly costume but then later they meet again at a party but she has a different costume (more sexy I guess) and idk Just something Halloweeny with Nolan :) thanks

A/N: of course anon! I am kicking myself for taking this long to post it, but here it is, and sorry its not as cute as I wanted it to be.. (P.S. Sorry its so late!!)

(GIFS NOT MINE!!)

Warnings: none, besides awkwardness, and somewhat fluff!

Word Count: 2k

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"Robert, let go of my hand one more time, and we're done."

"Crissy- I told you you could wear the sunglasses, but only on top of your head. It's getting dark!"

"Vincent, slow down! I said no more than a five mile radius at all times!"

It's been three houses so far.

Three.

Not even five minutes in, and you were already losing your marbles.

You would think that at the ages of nine, seven, and six, your siblings would be with the program and have complete comprehension of the holiday, but unfortunately that's not the case.

You hate Halloween. Actually, scratch that- Halloween is great. You had no problems with Halloween itself. It's the trick or treating part that makes it less than desirable.

Not to mention the ridiculous matching costumes during said less than desirable part.

So here you were, dragging two six and seven year olds by the wrists while chasing a nine year old up the street in a ladybug costume.

Yes, you read that right- a ladybug costume.

Ten sizes too big, showing only your face, arms, and feet, you were basically a walking red blob.

Luckily, your street was full of old people, and hermits, so you wouldn't see anyone you knew- from inside, and outside of school- until tonight at the annual open house at some kid's house. He's been hosting for about five years now, and no one even knows his real name, or why he was still in high school, calling him "Banger Bobby". Anyone who is anyone shows up, and dammit you were going to do anything to show up for your last year of high school.

And that anything was taking your younger siblings trick or treating up and down your street.

An easy task, you had scoffed when your mother tried to warn you, but now you finally understood the horrors she went through, and her complete hatred of the holiday every year.

But alas, it will all be worth it to be able to party with your friends whereas any other time you ask, she says no.

Groaning, and wishing the arduous task to be over as soon as possible, you herd the three overbearing children up the steps and onto the porch of the next house- a little blue thing that used to belong to Ms. Weeks, an elderly lady who passed away that past year. The house was resold, but being the hermit family you were, you never bothered to meet your new neighbors.

And now you suddenly wished you had, because as luck would have it, your longtime crush was the one to open the door.

Nolan Holloway- adorable, shy, quiet, smart Nolan Holloway. Also probably the only boy in your entire school you maybe had feelings for.

His blue eyes bore into your y/e/c ones, and you both froze, your face suddenly the same color as your costume.

Robert broke the silence, shouting an impatient, "Tricks or treats!" and Nolan suddenly jolted in place before dumping the goodies into your siblings bags.

Of all people. Of all places. Of all moments in time and your existence, this had to the be it. This- this embarrassing, humiliating, awkward moment had to be the first time Nolan Holloway looked in your direction.

And as you dragged your siblings home in a haste, ignoring their complaints, you suddenly wished the spirits of the Day of the Dead could actually sense your desire to join them and grant your wishes.

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Not worth it.

When you had gotten home, shredding the disaster of a costume off in place of a black cut out crop top, blank spandex, and fishnet stockings, you clung to the hope that it would be worth it. That Banger Bob's open house would be so legendary, and as amazing as it was hyped up to be that it would be worth the utter humiliation of earlier. As you styled your hair, and did the whole "sexy bunny" thing every basic girl at your school did in an attempt to look not as out of place as you were most likely going to be, you prayed to any God out there that Nolan Holloway would not be at that party.

Welp.

Your friends had long since found a few guys to inevitably hook up with, leaving you to stand awkwardly by yourself, attempting to blend into the wall behind you while clutching a solo cup for the sake of clutching one.

You watched with trepidation as a few girls danced way to extra to the trap rap that seemed to be one repeat, same boring bass blasting through the aux.

You watched as a few guys attempted back flips in the grass out front, the only one able to actually do so being the new kid, Alex, or Alec or whatever.

You watched Theo Raeken make out with Liam Dunbar against the wall, and- wait what?

You turned your gaze awkwardly to your cup, head spinning.

The minutes stretched on, along with the tight feeling in your chest, and the thoughts ran through your head, mocking you. Why were you even here? Why did you even want to come?

Your eyes flicked up again, and the sandy brown hair, light spattering of freckles on his nose, the bright blue eyes all causing your heart to stop, mouth becoming all too dry.

Nolan Holloway was here.

And you wished the wall would swallow you whole as he made his way in your direction, and you hesitated between pulling your phone out to call an ambulance because you were definitely having a heart attack right now, or just simply running.

"Y/N?"

Too late.

"N-Nolan!"

You didn't even know what to do with yourself. Here you were, an embarrassing mess for a second time that night in front of Nolan Holloway- the only person you sort of liked in this world. He didn't seem to mind though, peering at you with an amused look in his blue eyes.

"What happened to the lady bug?"

And its a estimate to how nervous you were at the moment, because you burst out laughing and suddenly couldn't stop.

Maybe the best part about embarrassing yourself in front of Nolan Holloway for the tenth time is that you literally had no shame anymore.

"Yeah, uh, I only wore that because this would probably not be appropriate for kids." you laughed, gesturing loosely to your costume your mother would have a heart attack over if she had actually seen.

Nolan looked you up and down after that, gaze lingering on your fishnet stockings, the way the spandex hugged your skin, and the wonders of your push up bra. He grinned.

"It's a shame. I liked the ladybug better."

You snorted, peering at the ordinary shirt, the ordinary jeans, the ordinary shoes on his feet- an ensemble he'd wear to school, normally. You quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh, do you now.. what are you supposed to be anyway?"

He grinned, and man his grin really knew how to light up a room.

"I'm Alec." he motions to the boy still flipping around the lawn, also dressed in a similar attire. "He's supposed to be me."

You were silent for a moment.

"Hm. It's a shame. I like Nolan better."

He blushes.

"You like me?"

And now you're blushing, dammit.

"Uh, I, um-"

He shakes his head at your stammering, a small smile spreading.

"I'm just messing with you Y/N."

You let out an awkward giggle, and then the silence stretched on, and you didn't know how to break it.

"I, um, I have a confession." he mumbled, coughing a bit at the end to hide his nervous voice crack. "I..."

He never finishes, standing in front of you awkwardly, blushing, and you spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Did you know bats always turn left when exiting a cave?"

He blinks a bit, perplexed, and it distracts him from the nerves threatening to crush him, and he smiles. "No I did not. But did you know ninety percent of the pumpkin is made up of water?"

You grinned, and he found himself transfixed on your bright smile, not wanting to look away even as you began to speak. "Well did you know jack-o-lanterns were actually first made by carving turnips instead of pumpkins?"

He snorted. "Ew. Thank God that changed. But, contrary to popular belief, the pumpkin is actually a fruit because-"

"-It has seeds." you finish at the same time, smiling softly at one another, and Nolan finds his eyes flitting from your stunning y/e/c ones to your soft lips.

Nolan swallows hard, willing himself for once in his life to make the first move. Earlier when he tried, he choked up. But you're Y/N Y/L/N, the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, and he's liked you since he first laid eyes on you.

Sure, the whole "you can't like someone without meeting them" thing is true, but not with you. Nolan can't explain it, but something about you just... clicked. Like he knew right then and there he had to meet you.

Too bad he's terribly and embarrassingly shy.

So when you appeared at his door in that God awful ladybug costume, he considered himself the luckiest man alive. Because even though he froze up at the time, he had a reason to walk up to you at this party, and talk to you- something he's never done before.

And man do you look beautiful tonight. You look beautiful every day in Nolan's eyes, in anything you wore- and probably, he's guessing, in nothing, but hey.

But tonight, with the dim glow of the crowded house, where to him it was just the two of you, leaning against the beige walls, your eyes sparkling, even with the pupils dilated almost obscuring the color, your hair impossibly gorgeous, even with the stupid bunny ears atop it, he just wanted to kiss those soft lips until they were swollen and bruised from his own.

"If I do something, and you close your eyes, can you promise you won't freak out?" he whispered, neither of you realizing how close he had gotten to you, almost an inch apart.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"You're not going to just walk away while I have my eyes closed, are you?"

His face scrunches up in confusion, romantic daze faltering.

"Uh. No?"

Your eyes promptly shut as a blush covers your cheeks, the fan of your fake lashes across your cheekbones capturing his attention, and he knew he wanted to do this more than anything in the world, thanking any God out there you had knocked on his door that night, fate bringing two shy, blushing souls together at last.

"Forget I said anything."

He laughs, and then clears his throat, as if nervous, and you were suddenly nervous too. What was he doing?

Lips were on your own. Jolting with shock, you froze at the unexpected gesture until it suddenly registered in your brain.

Nolan Holloway is kissing you.

Your long time crush- the sweet boy with the bright blue eyes, and splattering of freckles is kissing you.

And you were kissing back.

The kiss lasted a total of ten seconds, but damn if it wasn't the best ten seconds of your life.

"I, um, I-" he began sheepishly, a cute little blush popping up under his freckles causing you to blush.

"Okay, now you close your eyes and promise you won't freak out." you blurted out, a little nervous, and he smiled.

"I won't freak out." he promised, holding out his pinky, and you laughed. As you hooked them together in a "pinky promise" he found a warm feeling blooming in his chest at the sound of your laugh and knew he was in deep.

And when you kissed him again, it would not be the last.

And you thanked any God out there you had knocked on his door that night, fate bringing two shy, blushing souls together at last.

A/N anddd there you have it! Not my best work, and i was a real jerk taking forever to post, but i finally got it done!

im also grounded all weekend, which means ill be home ready to write all weekend... ;)

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

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privateerings · 7 years ago

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Hey! Last monday I hit the halfway mark to a year of running this blog! That went really fast. And I find that to be an accomplishment because I don’t always make it that far and it’s around 6 months that I have a tendency to lose interest. But hey, I’m not feeling that way at all!

So I think this calls for a tiny 6 month anniversary thing. I’m not going to do a “follow forever” post because I’m afraid I’ll accidentally leave someone out, and then it’ll be sad and awkward for them. Besides, mostly everyone is on that follow forever list already. What I will do is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while–which is an unofficial relationships page that updates monthly and anything else I think of later on, but anyway I just wanted to say thanks for supporting me during this (uh, very trying) active year. It means a lot to know that there are people who think my writing isn’t awful and that I have a decent portrayal, even if I have difficulty conceptualizing and accepting that. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the next 6 months, I can only live in the now and enjoy writing Vace Asteris because he’s fun and always messing with my emotions asdfadsfjk

So yeah, yaaay! Also I’m throwing this silly thing in no particular order for people I’ve gotten to do some interacting with. I am not responsible for anything ya boi says, it’s his special week and therefore he is the supreme ruler of the cosmos and Always Correct but More Correct Than Usual. Precious boyo…

Two days ago it was “ listen here, cumslut” but now the mun wants to be nice when cake is involved.... sll right this is fine

(@hothrebels) Valeria Phiskar - “Ah… I don’t uh, know this person. I think there’s a typo on this pad. Do they mean Valeria Asteris? Ha, okay, that was a really lame joke. I never thought that I would end up having any kind of relationship with a woman I almost shot to death when I raided her ship. She might have shot me to death too, I don’t know, she also pointed her blaster at me. It was an exciting day, what can I say? I’m glad neither of us killed each other though, because it turns out we have some things in common, such as law breaking and an intense hatred for the Galactic Civil War. We’re like, the only people who know that nobody’s going to win this thing so we’re just stuck in the middle of it all. We have each other though and that’s what’s important. Val is deceptively strong and… she’s probably stronger than me. If anyone is going to make it out of this alive, I think it’s going to be her. I’m lucky to have her. I want to be more than enough for her, but instead of asking how to be, I end up just saying something that makes no sense, because I’m in love. Sorry.

(@victory-class-captain) Elena Tarunt - “If I received news that the Justicia had blown up spontaneously I would probably feel only a little bad. Mostly for the Stormtroopers and anyone that had to work under Captain Tarunt’s supervision. They probably never experienced anything enjoyable prior to being killed off in a terrorist attack because the captain doesn’t like fun, happiness, or… anything that people consider to be pleasant. In a way I pity her for being like that. I kinda dig the “mature woman who takes her high position of power seriously” but the most one can do with that is look at her. And I’m pretty sure she will bite your head off just for looking in her direction, so… yeah, I’m good. Maybe one day she’ll find out where that stick has been in her ass all that time and pull it out.”

(@jundlcndwastes) Anna Hart - “Anna is like that friend you didn’t know you had and then when you realize you did, you’re really happy about it. Well... that's because basically we once a really long time ago on Tatooine and when I found her again it felt like I was seeing an old friend. We have a lot to catch up on. I'm not quite sure if she wants to share everything and honestly I don't really think I do either. I was a different person back then. I’m sure we’ve done some less than savory things just because that’s the nature of the job. Man, things were so much more simple back then. I was embarrassingly optimistic. I can only hope that we can still find some common ground, despite how much we’ve changed or it was all for nothing.”

(@notamailman) Gabriel - “G̛abr̀i͏e͏l͡,͝ ̸Ģabrie͏l,̴ Ga̴b͟ri̧el͜. The archangel of war. God's little boy scout. Beautiful soul. I think he's a good guy, really. Great drinking buddy who always knows what to say. He's also one of my favorite people to fuck with. I don't recommend anyone else doing that, though. I̧'m͢ ̸De͡a̕t̷h̡. ҉I͠ hąve ͜pŕìv̀il̛eg͢e͘s͘, b̕i͢tch͝. But really, I can’t say that there are too many people out there that put me at ease when I’m around them. I... I would say that I admire him but it’s not that, I just... let’s call it admiration and leave it at that, mkay? There are only a few things that I wouldn’t do for him. I wish I could do more to comfort his fears, but I’ve never been very good at that with anyone.”

(@arkhevia) Arkhevia “Kee” - “I don’t want anything to do with Kee but I keep crossing paths with the kriffin’ freak for one reason or another. We’d probably get along if her personality wasn’t so obnoxious and her voice wasn’t so grating on my ears. I mean, she’s a great fighter and isn’t afraid of anything. Perfect companion to get things done with, especially if they’re not so savory. But her head’s too far up her ass and there is nothing likable about her otherwise, and the worst part is she thinks she’s above me. Me. Standards? Looking and dressing like that? Really? Step the hell off.”

(@knxw-your-mxster) Kly’tem - “Okay, on one hand I feel a little bad that I’m so rude to her, but on the other hand, she’s weird. She stole from me and is basically extorting her way through space. I just... why is she like this? Why are people like her like this? I would ask, but she doesn’t exactly think much of me. The feeling’s mutual, I suppose.”

(@virtueundefined) Maura - “I would call them a partner in crime, but I don’t like to put labels on relationships. They’ve been a reliable person so far. Weird? Yes. Closed off? Yes. But compatible. Surprisingly. It’s not every day you run into a capable slicer who can also defend themself where necessary. Multi-talented people are my favorite kind of people. I don’t have time for duds--only winners! Take notes, guys.”

(lxst-wxnderer) Olivia - “Do I regret getting into a fight over Olivia? No. Now I get it, we all want some fuk tail and we have different ways of trying to achieve that. but in the Asteris House, you do not put your hands on a woman who wants to be left alone. Oh noooo. But anyway it turns out she might have some talents I could use too, so not only do I get gentleman points, but I also might get a valuable partner. A very pretty one, too. Don’t tell her I said that.”

(@masteroflightanddark) Revan - “A woman of surprising stature that doesn’t match her actual stature, if you know what I mean. She is an ancient god, one that will probably give me plenty of w҉͔o̷̖͙͎̰͉͎̹r͢k to do in the coming years. Where has she been all this time? Who knows. She’s not going anywhere, that’s for sure. It’s always nice to have someone who is old enough to understand you.”

(@gurlpilot) Sh’lari - “OH THANK THE STARS THIS BEAUTIFUL BLESSED LADY IS SAVING MY LIFE I OWE HER EVERYTHING. I’M SO HAPPY I COULD KISS HER. I WOULD LIKE TO KEEP MY LIPS, THOUGH, SO I WON’T.”

(@ofbirbsandbees) Lucia - “I don’t think I’ve met a person as nice as her. I don’t actually believe that there’s a sweeter person in the galaxy than Lucia--it’s just not possible. She might actually be some kind of alien and doesn’t know it. Kindness like hers just doesn’t exist out here anymore. I’m glad I decided to save her because it is totally worth it to me. Those cookies are to die for. And I’ve never met someone who loves life as much as she does. It makes me appreciate things I never thought I would. Also, she’s always down to fuck and I’m so into that.”

#ooc #also #ic #longpost #queuehauled #6/24

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webcricket · 8 years ago

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The Lucky Ones

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1798

A/N: Birthday challenge fic written for @splendidcas prompt #17 - “A kiss for good luck?” Congrats on 3K followers Shan! And happy 2-0! Fluff with extra ‘luff’ and a capital ‘F’ because birthdays should be sweet.

“Cas, wait!” Breathless from sprinting through the bunker, you caught up to the angel before he reached the stairs. It was now or the actual real imminent probability of never based on the supreme peril of the situation the seraph and the Winchesters intended to confront. Ignoring the nervous flip-flopping of your stomach, you gulped, swallowing your uncertainty, voice timorous. “A kiss for good luck?”

He blinked, eyes glinting puzzlement at your odd request, jaw slackening in an as yet unspoken appeal for clarification.

Sensing your resolve failing under the steady regard of those shining sapphire eyes, you mustered your will to action. Laying a palm on his chest for balance and standing up on your tip toes, you pressed a chaste kiss half onto his slightly parted mouth - the prickle of his unshaven cheek stinging your soft lips.

He peered down as you shrank away, expression curious, contemplating your pink flushed cheeks, shyly slumped shoulders, and apparent sudden inability to look anywhere in the vicinity of his vessel.

“Um, so good luck,” you managed to mumble, attempting to redirect any need for further explanation by pretending the quick kiss did not just require every ounce of courage you could gather.

When his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips in preparation to speak, he could taste the residue of strawberry lip balm lingering on his mouth. He determined the taste to be a pleasant one. Brow furrowing in thought, he regarded you with a tilted countenance. “What about Sam and Dean?”

Presented with evidence of the angel not interpreting your action as the embarrassingly cliché romantic gesture you intended it to be, you recovered your ability to look him in the eye. Lifting your chin, you met his searching gaze, offering an honest reply. “They don’t need luck, they have you.”

Eyes softening, a rare small smile illumined the angel’s aspect. Though baffled by it, he appreciated your unyielding faith in him. He didn’t know where it came from, or why he deserved it, but you had a way of shining a light brighter than the brightest in all of creation when his thoughts turned darkest.

Drowning beneath his ocean blue scrutiny, you could not help but mirror his smile.

“You coming, Romeo?” Dean brooded on the landing, hanging over the railing, glaring at the angel, tone impatient, slaying the moment as emotionlessly as a hunter would behead a vampire.

Your indignant eyes flew to the elder Winchester, scowling.

“Death doesn’t wait for any of us, sweetheart.” He shrugged unapologetically, all business-of-the-hunt, and ducked from view.

“That’s because you killed him, Juliet!” your raking shout echoed off the tiled walls.

Cas reached out, brushing your shoulder, drawing your attention. “Thank you Y/N, for the luck.” Shuffling his weight from foot to foot and back again, he hesitated - uncertain if it would be the correct thing to do to offer you hope of their safe return, deciding it would not hurt, yet unable to tell what might very well be a lie directly to your face. He turned to mount the stairs, glancing back over his shoulder without looking at you, tone falsely reassuring, “We’ll be back soon.”

Clamping your eyes shut to hold back the threat of tears, you listened to the padding of the angel’s heels on the steps, counting them, committing the sound to memory, wincing when the metallic clang of the outer door heralded your isolation. Fingers gingerly touching your lips where the tingling sensation of his stubble persisted, you choked back a sob.

Three days later, drained by constant worry and lack of sleep but somehow rallying the reserve energy to vibrate with contained excitement at Sam’s text of their imminent safe return, you stood again in the very same spot in the map room where you and the angel had parted, focus fixed on the door above. You stood, and you stood some more – and then you paced the room, every normally ignored creak and settling sound of the bunker setting you spiraling on edge.

When the boys finally made their tardy entrance hours later, arriving via the garage egress, they discovered you sound asleep, collapsed in a tangled heap of arms and hair on the map table.

“I told you we should have come straight home.” Sam frowned empathetically at your harried appearance.

“Trust me Sammy, the look on her face will be so worth it,” Dean insisted, a dopey smirk jerking his mouth.

“If you say so.” Sam shrugged, ever the skeptic when it came to his brother’s half-baked shenanigans.

“Awe, look, she’s drooling,” Dean snickered in a hushed tone, bending over your frame to peer into your face and poke your lax cheek.

“She’s exhausted.” Castiel shot Dean a reprimanding glare, striding in from the hall door. “And Sam is correct.” The angel crouched protectively beside you, features tempering sorrowfully when he beheld your strained aspect, two fingers swiping lightly across your brow to soothe your worried mind. He carefully hoisted your limp figure from the chair, intending to carry you to your bed where you might find peace, or at least be free from Dean’s teasing.

“Hmm, Cas?” Halfway to your bedroom, you stirred to consciousness, foggy eyed in his strong embrace, muscles tensing, arms instinctively snaking around his neck and shoulders when the realization of being held aloft dawned on you.

Cas abruptly stopped in his tracks, rocking on his heels, explaining, “You fell asleep at the table.”

“Oh.” You relaxed, melting against the heat of his body, cheeks flushing warm and pink at this close proximity.

The angel’s throat bobbed prominently, flustered and wide-eyed as he stared down the hall. “I was, uh, going to put you to bed.”

You wanted to respond with something along the lines of by all means, don’t let me stop you, but before the words could leave your lips, you second guessed yourself. You did that a lot in the presence of the angel.

“But since you’re awake, perhaps we should go to the kitchen instead.” He nervously licked his lips.

You contemplated the square line of his jaw, pondering what mode of thinking could possibly have prompted him to change destinations from the bedroom to the kitchen in the span of a few heartbeats. Even for Cas, this was far north of odd. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided it didn’t really matter. Kicking your legs playfully, you chuckled, “Well since I don’t seem to have much choice in the matter, by all means, onward my angel.”

Cas squinted down at you, the corner of his mouth quirking into what might pass as an amused smile. He spun around, redirecting to the kitchen.

As you drew closer to your destination, your ears picked up on the familiar muffled murmur of Sam and Dean bickering.

A few feet before the doorway, Cas cleared his throat, angling his chin so as not to shout directly in your ear, “Sam, Dean, Y/N is awake, we’re coming in!”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed. “Hang on!”

A glass crashed on tile, something metal clanged to the floor, someone grunted, and the light emanating from the threshold of the kitchen extinguished - replaced with a shimmering orange glow.

“Cas, what’s going on?” you whispered, peering up into the angel’s glittering eyes.

In answer, he swept you across the threshold.

Your eyes drifted from the cluster of balloons in Sam’s hand, to the bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other, to the pure smile lighting up his face, to the delicious looking candle-illuminated cake outstretched in Dean’s arms, to Dean’s borderline smug self-satisfied grin, then up to the angel’s smiling eyes.

Cas bent to set you lightly on the floor. “Dean said this is a surprise party. Are you surprised?”

“Cas, dude, look at her face.” Sam grinned wider. “She’s surprised.”

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Dean beamed, pivoting to slide the cake onto the table.

You bounded over, leaping on his broad back to hug him. “Thanks guys!” Slipping to the floor, you punched his bicep hard.

“Ow, what’s that for?” Dean winced, rubbing the throbbing limb.

“Love tap.” You stuck out your tongue. “And payback for worrying me.”

Sam stepped up behind you, engulfing you in his long arms, embracing you tight and planting a sloppy kiss on the top of your head. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

Dean leaned over to peck a kiss on your cheek, pausing to whisper in your ear, “Totally worth it and I’m not even a little bit sorry.” Straightening up, he winked. “Now blow out those candles and make a freaking wish so we can eat. You have no idea how hard it was to spend four hours in the car with that confectionary masterpiece.”

“Yeah, you actually literally have no idea.” Sam laughed.

“It’s a cake, stuffed with pie.” Dean waggled his eyebrows. “Piecaken. One day someone decided to stuff a pie up a cake’s ass and the world became a better place.”

Filling your lungs to capacity, you puffed as hard as you could, milking every last wisp of air from your chest to douse all the candles at once.

“You owe me $20.” Dean thwacked his brother on the pecks, screwing up his face at the unanticipated firmness of them.

Sucking in a deep breath, you glared between them. “Seriously guys?”

“Hey, don’t look at me, I had no doubt about how much you blow.” Dean laughed, crossing the room to flip the lights on and grab utensils and plates.

Sam rolled his eyes. “What did you wish for, Y/N?”

Your gaze settled on the spiraling smoke wafting upward from the extinguished candles, focus rising with it to find the silent angel beyond the table observing what must seem to him to be silly human antics. You sought out his eyes, giving him a tiny blushing smile. “No telling wishes, but maybe if I’m lucky, someday it will come true.”

Dean clattered the plates and forks across the table, startling you.

When you glanced back up, the angel was gone.

A hand grasped your shoulder, twirling you around, and before you could comprehend what was happening, Castiel’s arm wound around your waist, his lips pressing tenderly to yours. Easing away, he steadied your swaying body, hugging you firmly to his chest, blue eyes brimming over with affection. “A kiss for good luck,” he whispered, tone gravel.

You couldn’t suppress the delighted grin blossoming across your features. “I don’t need luck Cas, I have you.” Palms skimming his chest and neck to cup his cheeks, you threaded your fingers into his dark locks and yanked him back to your lips.

Dean’s forkful of chocolate cake slash cherry pie hovered just shy of his gaping jaw.

Sam smirked at his brother, muttering out the side of his mouth, “Hey, you owe me $20. Guess that makes us even.”

#castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel fluff #castiel reader insert #castiel #shannons birthday challenge #castiel imagine #cas x reader #castielxreader #castiel fanfic #casxreader #castiel oneshot #castiel drabble #spn reader insert #cricket writes cas

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staying-awake-today · 8 years ago

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@Evan anon??? Why not just make a roleplay account instead of spamming this entire blog with too many asks??? It's getting difficult for the followers to actually bother keeping up with this blog.

((Boi there is nothing to keep up with because I am the world’s worst roleplayer

All jokes aside, that’s the truth. I haven’t done any other replies, and let me explain why (because really, this is no different than if they had a separate blog for Evan). Basically, this is how I approach stuff on rp/cosplay blogs as of late:

I look at what has been sent and what threads are going on. From there, I look at which has me most excited and which I can actually whip out a quick response. Sometimes, things that interest me most are the longest for me to make a reply to. This is because I want a response I am happy with. Embarrassingly enough (because I can assure you I rarely do this with academic essays), I look at sentence structure, word flow, and all the stylistic devices we learn about in class. I want it to sound good, and I don’t want it to be too full of fluff. And a lot of the times, that shit doesn’t come to me quickly. If you were here for my old threads with timidrocknroller, you’ll see that it took us a damn long time to get shit done, because we wrote with such care. But at the time, those were the threads that really grabbed my attention.

And if any of you came because of ANY of the previous blogs I was on, then you’ll know how AWFUL my writing was anD I REFUSE TO GO BACK TO THOSE DAYS FOR THE SAKE OF A QUICK RESPONSE RATE LIKE BELIEVE ME I’M DOING ALL OF US A FAVOR THAT SHIT WAS B A D

I wish I could answer things in order that they are received, if that is what you’re getting at (if not, then ignore this). But unfortunately, that is unrealistic. I personally will get nothing done on this blog if I chose that approach.

And like I mentioned earlier, it wouldn’t make any difference if there was a blog for Evan. It would take the same amount of posts, the same amount of space, and the same amount of time on this blog. The only difference is the format.

TLDR; I am a stressed, full-time undergrad with a part-time job I hate. I’ll decide how to spend my time, especially on this blog. If I want fluff, which I rarely do nowadays, I’ll write fluff. If I want some heart-wrenching, angsty scenes, I’ll do that. And if I want something completely silly, I’ll very well do some ridiculous threads. I write for myself and my partners. And if there is a problem, we can settle it privately like mature individuals. Thank you.))

#ask #anon #ooc #((look guys im in a writing class that has me drained bc it's all about research)).((this blog is my break from that so i can do some actual #Anonymous

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orangebatsanctuary · 8 years ago

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New story from Inaho x Slaine Anthology arrived!

Aldnoah On Ice

Story by Fabelyn

AZ x Yuri on Ice paro by Fabelyn, surely great crossover, I was thinking about it before, that Inaho & Slaine being in YOI AU gonna be super Katsudon/delicious. It certainly is.

Read on OrangeBat Sanctuary website: http://www.orangebat-sanctuary.com/aldnoah-on-ice-by-fabelyn

or click ‘Keep reading’ below.

Happy reading!

Love,

Rosiel

Aldnoah On Ice

by Fabelyn

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･: *

If there was a hell, it would be the Grand Prix after party banquet. At least, it would be when Slaine later learned about the gaps in his memory….

“Ooh, Slaine, he’s here!”

Of course he is, this is the post final banquet, Slaine thought sourly, but could never muster the will to reveal such spite to Asseylum. Instead he smiled a little too thinly and replied, “Yup!” before downing another whole glass of champagne.

Asseylum didn’t notice his tone, but did frown at the drinking before going back to focus on that year’s—and the last three years too—Grand Prix Final winner: Inaho Kaizuka.

Slaine had no idea what Asseylum, or anyone else, saw in him. Well, maybe he did; even Slaine had to admit his technical skills were beyond compare.

But his performance had always felt soulless to Slaine. As if Inaho didn't put any feeling into it, and simply executed every move too flawlessly for judges to have any issue with it.

In fact, Slaine might have once admired Inaho. But that was before his sister, Asseylum, had started becoming Inaho’s avid fan, and before Slaine had done embarrassingly bad at the last two Grand Prix Finals, and the memory of Inaho tended to bring shame over his own results.

Honestly, if only he had a better coach... then again, that would imply he had one. He often didn’t think what Cruhteo did for him could be considered coaching...

Or maybe he was being too ungrateful and full of himself, blaming his inability to be better on someone else.

Ugh. He took another glass and drank it in one go.

Why was he losing both Asseylum’s admiration and the gold medal to someone that looked bored every day? So what if his performance was awe-inspiring despite that, and that he looked so good—

Oh, the drink is really getting to my head, I should stop.

He made a negative motion towards a waiter offering him another glass and saw Asseylum nod approvingly.

“Slaine, we should go greet him!”

“Who?”

“Inaho Kaizuka, silly!”

Damnit. “Why?”

Asseylum smiled. “Well, he’s my friend—”

Just because you spoke to him when you both were in Russia doesn’t mean he thinks of you as a friend.

“But more importantly... you haven’t talked to him yet, even though you both won this and last year!”

“I didn’t win, I got sixth and fifth place.”

“Even reaching the Grand Prix Final at all is a win, Slaine!” Asseylum gave him one of her most beaming smiles, which made his heart melt.

“I suppose…” He fidgeted, suddenly regretting his decision to turn down another glass.

“So,” Asseylum continued, “it’s only polite that you two greet each other. Last year you forfeited the banquet because I was sick…”

“That’s not your fault!”

“...but this year we’re fine, so you too should finally speak to each other! He’s a great person, really.”

Slaine tried to protest some more, but as usual he had no willpower to deny his sister.

He glanced at Inaho again... and found Inaho looking right back at him. Instead of trying to look away quickly, the boy continued staring regardless.

Slaine looked away. He supposed it was only natural for Inaho to be looking their way if he knew his sister.

“Come on, Slaine,” Asseylum said, and grabbed his arm to lead him to Inaho.

Defeated, Slaine sighed and grabbed a passing glass of champagne as he allowed himself to be led.

“Oh, and this might be your last chance to talk to him, too,” Asseylum mumbled as an afterthought.

Slaine frowned and looked at her. “Why?”

“It seems he’s considering retiring this year or the next.”

“I’ve heard that, but it’s still unconfirmed, so maybe it’s just gossip. He’s my age; there’s still plenty of time before he retires.”

“Yes, but he said as much to me in Russia. I think he lacks motivation to continue.”

“Hm.” The bastard. Being that perfect and throwing it all away? Did he not love skating? God, if he didn’t want his talent he should just hand it to Slaine.

By the time he and Asseylum reached Inaho and his entourage, his head was fuzzy and his glass empty, so he took another one.

For Inaho, these social gatherings were always hellish.

Dull, everything was so dull, as usual. Inaho saw no point in these social gatherings, but his sister and his coach, Magbaredge, had insisted he always attend, so there he was.

The only point of interest were the Allusia-Troyard siblings. The sister, from the famous ballet family of Allusia, was a decent skater but, being a dancer prodigy, focused on that and not competitive skating. He was personally quite fond of her, but it was the brother he was more interested in.

Slaine Troyard. As the son of the former Allusia family coach, he’d been taken in by them after the death of his parents. That was the extent of his life’s story that Inaho knew; the media and others liked to gossip about the family situation but Inaho always ignored it, he was far more interested in Slaine personally.

Slaine had done badly at the two Grand Prix he’d competed in, but in a way that interested Inaho. From his observations, Slaine would have succeeded and reached the podium if he’d perfected his moves, or simply chosen a sequence that would earn him more points, instead of one that seemed focused on emotions and meaningfulness. Honestly, he’d skated as if he hadn’t been most moves taught properly, which was ridiculous considering where he’d reached.

And yet, despite the glaring flaws in his program, something about it had been... enticing. Even to Inaho, who was usually only interested in the technical aspects of it.

“Inaho, congratulations!” Seylum said, approaching him and seemingly honest in cheer.

Inaho smiled at her, and pointedly ignored his sister making faces behind Seylum; she made suggestive motions whenever he spoke with a girl his age.

“Thank you,” he told Seylum, then turned to her brother. “Slaine Troyard.”

Slaine was swaying slightly, clearly having drunk more than he could handle.

“...Inaho Kai—” he stopped and fumbled with his surname for a few seconds before grumbling. “It’s difficult to pronounce, maybe I should call you Orange.”

Inaho blinked. “...you want to call me by the color of my skating clothes?”

“Why not?” Slaine shrugged and reached for another glass from a passing waiter. Seylum was scandalized.

“Slaine! I think you had more than enough! Inaho, sorry, he’s usually very polite, but I think the champagne got to his head.”

“It’s fine, let him have as much as he wants.” Inaho assured her, curious to see what else Slaine would say in his inebriated state. “I shall call you Bat, then. You reminded me of one, with that black outfit you had in the GPF.”

Slaine scowled as if he didn’t like it, but changed topics as he drank from his cup. Seylum tried prying it of him, to no avail.

“Are you really thinking of retiring?”

“Slaine!” Seylum tried chiding once again.

“I don’t mind it,” Inaho said offhandedly, and he wasn’t just being polite; he’d always preferred things to be direct. “I am considering it, yes.”

Slaine’s scowl deepened. “Why would you do that?!”

Inaho shrugged. “I’ve reached the peak of my career. I’ve executed every move I wanted flawlessly and won the competitions I was interested in, and I’m now financially secure for the rest of my life. There’s nothing else to be gained by continuing. You seem upset at the thought, yet isn’t it good for you if I’m no longer here? You’ll place higher.”

Slaine moved closer to him, face so close Inaho could smell the alcohol on his breath, and placed an indignant finger on his chest, poking him insistently.

“I can’t beat you if you aren’t there.”

“First of all you should aim to even reach the third or second place. And of course you can. Simply score higher than I have.”

Slaine blinked blearily, apparently not having thought of that in his present state. But then he recovered and his face darkened again.

“It doesn’t matter!” he said, quite slurred. “You sh-shouldn’t let talent go to waste! Put more feeling into your programs!”

He didn’t know how to. “I don’t care to.”

Slaine groaned. “Then, if you’re going to retire, you should... should…”

He stopped. Apparently whatever he was going to say was too much and even in his drunk state he hesitated.

Inaho couldn’t have that. Wordlessly he extended his hand out, offering Slaine the glass he’d been nursing, still full.

Slaine accepted it, drank it all and then…

“If you’re going to waste your skill, you should just come and be my coach,” he said.

Seylum stared at him, and Inaho realized he was doing the same and composed himself.

“...Why?”

“Because... look at you! You’re good at everything I lack in skating, and you’re good-looking and... and…”

Inaho stiffened when Slaine wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

Seylum squealed and behind her Yuki had a moment of confusion before deciding anything was fine and giving Inaho the thumbs up.

Slaine then began whispering in Inaho’s ear.

“Because my coach only wants Asseylum as this generation's star and... and I know he doesn’t like how I’ve been winning in spite of his shitty training and... and I don’t want to steal the spotlight from Asseylum’s dancing career but I love ice skating and it’s all I ever want to do.”

Oh.

Well now…

This was more interesting. If Slaine really was even more skilled than he’d shown himself to be, and was being weighed down by someone’s machinations…

He recalled how enthralling Slaine’s performance had been...

Inaho didn’t like to involve himself in drama, but it made him angry to think Slaine was being kept from his true potential. Still, becoming a coach might be too troublesome, maybe he could help him out in some other way.

Slaine let him go and gave him a lopsided smile. He looked good smiling.

“I know! Let’s have a dance-off! If I win, you’ll be my coach!”

“I don’t dance…”

“So I win by default!”

“No, you—”

“Hey, this seems fun,” Rayet, an ice skating bronze medalist, swooped in, looking amused. “How about I join you?”

Was she listening to our conversation? Inaho frowned; Slaine hadn’t been loud.

Technically she shouldn’t stick out... well, not more than normal for a medalist. But the party was a bore fest, especially when she was only there to observe the target.

Asseylum Vers Allusia. Rayet’s family was being paid by an anonymous source to make sure the darling ‘accidently’ suffered some form of crippling injury and could never fully dance again. And with Rayet’s background... this job was hers. And so she had been purposely listening in when she heard Slaine mention a dance-off.

Perfect. She could have an excuse to get closer to Asseylum and thus find out her schedule, and have some fun tonight.

“Since that guy doesn’t look interested,” she told Slaine, “how about you battle me?”

Slaine looked crestfallen for a moment before smiling at her. “I guess, why not? What do you want? Samba? Hip hop?”

“Hmm…” Rayet looked around for inspiration and focused on the thin metal pillars around the banquet room. She smiled impishly. “Do you know poledancing?”

Inaho stared as a half naked Slaine proudly danced around a pole while supporting Rayet.

Why had he been thinking of avoiding the task of being his coach again?

No, no he mustn’t choose such a complicated future for himself based on how Slaine shone as he danced.

Right.

Besides, there was something else to worry about here. Like the fading bruise on Slaine’s ribs. Judging by how others seemed to be either amused or scandalized by the display, no one had thought much of it. Perhaps everyone was assuming it was simply a training injury, but the placement didn’t make much sense for that.

“Soooo,” Yuki trailed, shuffling closer to him. “You like boys, huh? You know, you could have told me that so I didn’t keep trying to hook you up—”

“I’m not interested in either,” Inaho interrupted. “It’s only natural that I focus in such an unexpected display for these kind of gatherings.”

His coach, Magbaredge, raised an eyebrow and also moved closer to him.

“Is that so? Alright then, how many times has Slaine spun around that pole?”

Inaho could have lied, but that would mean acknowledging she had a point, so he told the truth. “This is the tenth time doing a full rotation around it.”

“And Rayet?”

“...I’m not so sure. But this observation is hardly conclusive evidence of the sort of interest you both are implying.”

The two women looked at him pityingly, and his sister took out her cellphone.

“Wait until Nina and the others hear of this. Well, it’s a pity I won’t have grandchildren—”

“Nieces and nephews. You’re my sister not my—”

“Orange!”

Inaho turned from his entourage to find Slaine approaching him again.

“I won! Now let’s have our dance-off!”

“As I said, I don’t dance.”

“Bullshit!” Slaine slurred and reached out to grab Inaho by the tie, pulling him closer. “You’re a pro ice-skater, of course you can dance!”

With their faces inches apart, Inaho was feeling slightly uncomfortable, but not for logical reasons such as the smell of alcohol or disliking closeness.

“I... really don’t—”

“C’mon now,” Slaine said, voice an octave lower now, and Inaho felt his hand on his back, fingers splayed out as he pulled Inaho’s body even closer. “Dance with me, Orange.”

Inaho swallowed.

This was completely illogical.

“This is completely illogical,” Inaho continued to insist later, slightly dazed, as his sister and coach forced him to get on the uber car.

“Uhuh,” Yuki said offhandedly, and Inaho turned to look at her to find her occupied with selecting images on her phone.

He inched closer and saw her choose one where, in a very intimate moment, Slaine was dipping Inaho’s body while their heads were inches apart and Inaho had his hand caressing Slaine’s face.

He stared at it. Yuki was sending it to all friends. All five of them.

“It’s illogical,” he deadpanned.

“So you keep parroting,” Magbaredge said, amused. “Be more specific.”

“It makes no sense, there is no basis, for me to... feel this way about some boy with too much alcohol in his system.”

Magbaredge’s smile was a leer. “Welcome to love, Junior. It’s as nonsensical as it seems.”

Inaho closed his eyes, leaned back into the seat and let out a long suffering sigh.

“I suppose this is when one would say ‘this is hell’.”

“Oh no, wait until the pining starts.”

Inaho opened his eyes again. “What pining? Slaine is clearly quite enamored with me.”

At that, Yuki frowned slightly.

“True,” she said worriedly, “but with the way the poor boy was drinking, he might not have a clear memory of everything tomorrow…”

Slaine, it turned out, retained no memory of the banquet after Asseylum suggested they go greet Inaho.

Which didn’t stop Asseylum from telling him about it, as well as finding pictures of it on some social media.

Initially Slaine had been mortified. And then Cruhteo got wind of it, and there was no time for embarrassment.

Slaine had thought that nothing would again compare with the bleakness that followed his father’s death. He was wrong, and his personal hell came back.

“Sir.”

Slaine sighed. “Harklight, I’ve told you, there’s no need to address me so formally.”

Harklight was adamant. “Master Saazbaum placed you as this ryokan’s manager. As a mere supervisor, I’m below you.”

“You’re older than me and been at this longer. Besides, we both know he only did it out of charity since I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

“And yet, you’ve been doing splendidly so far.”

Slaine ducked his head at the compliment, “Only because I have such good staff and don’t really need to do much at all.”

Harklight smiled momentarily before it slipped of his face and he continued carefully. “About having nowhere to go... Sir Slaine…”

Slaine noticed Harklight’s eyes glancing down and followed his gaze to the sports magazine he’d been reading. He winced; he’d been at the ice skating part. He hastily closed it, despite knowing it was futile.

“I was just curious. I still like it as a sport,” Slaine said defensively.

“It’s clearly more than that for you, still. Why don’t you go back to the Allusia household?”

“They were the ones that banished me to Japan in the first place.”

Although his deplorable state at the banquet had largely been ignored apart from gossip columns, Cruhteo still kicked up a storm and caused an uproar over it.

Thanks to Asseylum mitigating things, an agreement was made that Slaine had found perfect at the time; have him take some time off in some distant country until it was forgotten by the public.

It should have been punishment; a month away from one’s coach could be fatal for training. But since Cruhteo’s training largely consisted of teaching Slaine the bare minimum to avoid suspicion and beating him when he made a mistake... Slaine had taken it happily.

But then tragedy had struck, and he was never summoned back to their side.

“It’s been months,” Harklight insisted. “It’s time you went back so you can prepare for this skating season.”

“They never called me back. And I can’t... show my face there now when Asseylum is still recovering. Especially when Cruhteo still insists I somehow ordered the car crash.” He balled his hands into fists just remembering the disgusting accusations.

Harklight pursed his lips. “Wasn’t it something ridiculous? That you must have ordered it because you knew where she would be that day because she had messaged you?”

“Yes.”

“But hadn’t she also messaged most of her friends?”

“Yes, but Cruhteo claimed I had motive because I must have been bitter to have to spend one month away.”

“Surely they didn’t believe that.”

“Harklight, I’m here because they cut my income and I was rescued by Saazbaum.”

“That could have been a mistake, I recall you mentioning that they were sending you money again.”

“Yes.” Though he hadn’t touched that money and didn’t plan to, if he could help it. “But even so…”

“...If anyone actually believed that accusation, the media circus surrounding it wouldn’t have died down so quickly. Besides, you wouldn’t still be considered adopted by them, would you?”

“We don’t know that. They could be too busy worrying about her to remember to cancel my adoption. Also, if everything really was alright, she’d have been allowed to speak to me.” Which he hadn’t even known was going on until Saazbaum revealed it to him.

Harklight’s eyes flashed with anger, but not at Slaine. “Fine. You should still find another coach and continue the career you love. Ask Master Saazbaum for help.”

Slaine doubted he would help him with that. He’d had the distinct impression Saazbaum loathed the Allusia family, and so long as Slaine was still technically part of it, any prestige he got would only help them. And even if that wasn’t a factor…

“Harklight, in truth I... did try to search for another coach already,” Slaine admitted, wincing at the memory. “None of them will take me. It seems Cruhteo has poisoned them against me.”

Harklight cursed. “That man, I should just—”

“Sirs?”

They both turned to find a low ranking employee at the door to the room. The woman bowed at them.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s a guest at the onsen that insist on speaking to Master Troyard.”

“If he wishes to speak to a Manager, send Mazuurek. He’s the best at handling guests personally.”

“I tried, but he insists on speaking to you and only you. He requested you by name.”

Slaine looked at Harklight, who shrugged to indicate he didn’t know what this was about.

“I’ll go to them right away,” Slaine told the woman, not bothered by the request since he was eager to have an excuse to end his conversation with Harklight.

It turned out the guest had paid for a private onsen experience. Slaine wondered if it was a rich customer that wanted to speak to him to demand more perks. Well, Saazbaum ran his hotel chain with the belief most things could be negotiated, so that could be arranged…

He opened the particular onsen door already putting on his business face.

“Pardon the intrusion, I was told you wanted to see—”

The words died in his throat with a gurgle when Slaine recognized the figure soaking in the water.

“Ah, you’re finally here,” Inaho Kaizuka said plainly, then stood up, giving Slaine a full view of his naked body.

“Why are you...” here? Trying to talk to me? “...naked?”

Oh God, had he really just asked that of a person soaking in the water?

Inaho, wading towards him, stopped and blinked.

“One typically goes into the onsen without any clothes. I understand you’re not Japanese, but surely as the manager of a ryokan you should have known that by now.”

Slaine felt his face flushing in anger and embarrassment.

“I meant, why are you here?”

“Because this ryokan is famous for the—”

“Why are you in this ryokan?”

Inaho had finally reached the edge of the water nearest Slaine, who was trying his hardest to not look below Inaho’s face. Damn him and his toned body.

“Why? To be your coach, of course.”

“...What?”

“So let me get this straight,” Slaine said, still trying to wrap his head around the situation as Inaho, now mercifully clothed, ate dinner in his room. “During the banquet not only did I make a complete fool of myself... I also asked you to be my coach?”

“Yes, pretty much. So you don’t remember that part?”

“I don’t remember any of it!” Slaine snapped, then winced when he realized he was taking his self recrimination out on the wrong person. “I’m sorry for yelling. And... I’m sorry you came all the way here, I don’t remember asking such a thing.”

Inaho, surprisingly, didn’t look disappointed. “I considered that possibility when you failed to call me afterwards.”

“I don’t—” Slaine stopped. He had woken up the next day to find a phone number meticulously written in a slip of paper... that had been shoved inside his briefs. Oh god.

“Either way, it doesn’t matter,” Inaho was saying offhandedly.

“It... doesn’t?”

“Of course not. Inebriation removes inhibition, it’s less likely to create desires you never had before. And this isn’t a matter of consent since you aren’t being forced into anything. Therefore, even if you don’t recall asking for it, it doesn’t necessarily mean you don’t want me as your coach. Either way, this trip would be necessary to verify that.”

Inaho stopped talking and eyed him expectantly. Slaine realized he was waiting for him to confirm or deny if he wanted it or not.

“Well... I…” he could just claim it was a drunken suggestion because he’d thought it hilarious but... but he did want it and... didn’t he need it too?

“Did you retire because of this?”

“No, I was already contemplating it. Your request simply gave me the final push towards it as it was something to look forward to more than competing.”

Slaine tried to tune down the butterflies in his stomach; clearly Inaho was talking about the challenge of it, and not the prospect of being with Slaine. Besides…

“That was months ago, why only now?”

“Obviously, I plan to take this seriously. I have no experience in teaching others so I first researched coaching techniques. And I also looked up your situation.”

Oh, so he is only doing this for the thrill of it. Slaine tried to not look disappointed.

“Well... then you know it’s not as if I have any other coach…”

“Nonsense. You simply lack the right contacts. There are plenty of coaches who dislike Cruhteo and wouldn’t heed his words. If... the only reason you want me is because you have no other choice, I’ll get you in contact with someone else.”

Slaine was taken aback; it had sounded like Inaho had hesitated for a moment. He felt bad now; Inaho had gone to some trouble to be his coach, even if not for the selfish reasons Slaine, and he was talented and intelligent…

“You said you know my situation…” Slaine said slowly, “then you’re aware I’ve been practically cut from the Allusia household and have little funding.”

Inaho shrugged. “Only temporarily. Since Seylum is recovering so well—”

“You've seen her!? She’s okay?”

“Yes, though she’s not allowed to be on the phone and only receives a few visits now and then. Regardless, she is doing well which is why you’ve been put aside for now.”

“I don’t understand. Why would her positive recovery be what’s keeping me banished?”

“Because at the moment she’s still above you in terms of victories. If they think she can go back to winning gold like before, while you have yet to win any medals, they’ll keep focusing on her. However, they’ll give you their attention again when you win gold this year—”

“If I win, you mean.”

“No. If I’m to be your coach, you won’t do worse than gold.”

“...even if you think highly of your own abilities, you shouldn’t overestimate mine. And how can one do better than gold?”

“By beating world records. And I’m not overestimating your abilities.”

It was getting harder and harder to not react to Inaho’s words, and Slaine shifted nervously.

“Even if I could... I’m not sure I’d want to take away Asseylum’s prestige.”

“You won’t. She doesn't even ice skate.”

“Yes, but if I win, she won’t be the only winner in the family.”

“...Do you really think Seylum cares about being the only prestigious person? You should speak to her more, when this is over; she wants someone to share the glory.”

Somehow, Slaine didn’t think he was lying; that was just like Asseylum.

So... he could continue competing... and it wouldn’t harm Asseylum... and he could even have Inaho Kaizuka by his side…

Why was he still hesitating?

“I... if you’ll have me then... please be my coach.”

For the first time since they began talking, Inaho smiled slightly. Slaine had the sudden urge to make him smile more.

“Good. I’ll inform my sister she can move my things here.”

“Ah? Sure, I guess. I’ll tell Saazbaum.”

“Tomorrow we’ll start a training regime; it seems like you’ve let go of yourself during this time and you need to be put back into shape.”

“S-sorry. Okay.”

“I’ve checked the layout of this land on google maps and have made a specific running circuit that should suit your needs.”

“You... really?”

“I’ve also reviewed your former performances and added specific muscle training.”

“...Thanks?”

“We’ll go through the program I choreographed for you after two weeks.”

“...You already have one for me?”

“And I’ll send you a list of your new diet to your email. Start today.”

“I... I…”

“And... I don’t suppose you were exaggerating when you said you recalled nothing of the banquet?”

“Huh? That’s right, sorry. Is there another important thing I forgot?”

“Nothing we can’t get back to with time. So you don’t recall our dancing?”

He was blushing again. “I’ve seen photos of it.”

“My sister has the whole thing on video. She’ll show you when she arrives.”

“She’s... moving in too?”

“Naturally. So you don’t remember calling me attractive?”

Slaine froze, then hid his face in his hands. “N-No...”

“I’ll take it as a no. So no recollections of trying to take my clothes off.”

“I... I…”

“And when you kissed me.”

“Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod.”

“And when we had sex.”

Slaine’s vision blurred and everything turned black. When he regained consciousness, he was lying on the ground, Inaho hovering over him.

“How long was I out?”

“A few seconds.”

“I had sex and I don’t even remember—”

“I lied. We didn’t.”

Slaine sat up so fast he nearly knocked Inaho away.

“We... didn’t?” He wouldn't have been able to hide his relief even if he tried.

“Of course not,” Inaho said, brows creased. “It would be wrong to do it with someone that was too drunk to give consent properly.”

“...Are you implying you would have done it if I—”

“But it’s interesting that you didn’t question any of what I said. So to you it’s quite plausible that in an inhibited state you’d have complimented my looks, ripped my clothes off, kissed me then gone to bed with me?”

Slaine could feel his whole body turning scarlet now. He tried to ignore Inaho’s question and focus on the positive aspect of it.

“So everything you said was just a lie to gauge my reaction?” He was so happy he couldn't even be mad.

“No. You did everything except the sex part. If you don’t believe me, my sister has it all documented. But again, so you have wanted to—”

Change the subject, change the subject right now!

“Y-You said you had something choreographed for me?”

“Yes. I made it based on the you I saw at the banquet.”

“...I’m not sure drunkenness will translate well to ice skating moves,” Slaine pointed out wryly.

“I didn’t add that part.”

“Oh. What's it called?”

“On love: Eros.”

“...”

“Excuse me sirs, I came to clean up the table— oh. Is... everything alright?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Later on, curled into a ball on his bed and ignoring Inaho’s demands to be let in (which Slaine refused, even if he had, thankfully, left all his Inaho Kaizuka memorabilia back at the Allusia mansion), Slaine could still hardly believe what was happening.

He would be able to see Asseylum again. He’d be able to skate again. He had Inaho Kaizuka as his coach. And it almost felt like the boy was implying he wanted more than that.

He laughed quietly, feeling how fast his heart was beating in excitement, maybe things would start looking up from now on.

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･: *

Author Notes:

-Although it would have made more sense for Inaho to be Yuuri (both being japanese while Slaine is foreign) I had a harder time imagining Inaho becoming a drunk mess. Or Slaine being someone that, like, Victor didn’t know any love before, unless I removed Asseylum (which he loves even if not romantically) from the plot. Of course, saying Inaho doesn’t know love is also not correct as he loves his sister but...it still fit him more to have performances based on technical prowess and not feeling. And it was more in line with az to have him be better than Slaine.

-In an attempt to explain why Slaine would be working at an onsen, as well as mention other characters, some sort of sordid subplot of Saazbaum (yes it was him) trying to get Asseylum permanently incapacitated from dancing emerged. However, this is meant as an oneshot and I don’t plan on continuing it.

-On the banquet: honestly, I couldn’t imagine Inaho not mentioning the banquet, but unlike Victor I could see him not being too upset if he found out the truth.

Fabelyn

*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･: *

#ALDNOAH ZERO #inaho kaizuka #slaine troyard #az anthology #fabelyn #Aldnoah On Ice #inaho x slaine #orangebat #yuri on ice #paro

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1. 9. 7. 14. 17. 20. 24. 25. 29. 32. 35. 40. 42. 46. 50. 86. 91. 94. 100.

Oh boy. You must be in love with me or something. I probably know you. Chicken, just ask me ❤

1: What is the real reason you are confused right now?

I’m confused about a lot of things right now. I’m confused as to why you asked me so many things anonymously. You can totally just message me and ask anything you wanna know. I don’t bite. Not without consent, anyway. But I’m also really confused about a person I really like right now. I like them quite a lot. Kind of an embarrassingly massive crush. I’m not sure how they feel about me, and I’m too afraid to ask or push. They’re pretty aloof and distant sometimes, and I’m someone who needs consistent validation and affection in order to feel secure. I’m confused on whether or not I should hold on and hope things become closer, or cut my losses and not try for a relationship.

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

No. It’s been a little while since I’ve kissed someone. I wish someone would kiss me tonight. I’ll give my address to anyone who wants to come kiss me, damn. I’m a slut for kisses. And cuddles.

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

Probably cry. A lot. And then immediately harden my resolve to make them miserable. I deserve better and I deserve to be valued. The last person that cheated on me… well… Let’s just say I stole his girlfriend.

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

My fucking self. And I have this friend… She’s pretty much the embodiment of Murphy’s Law. She’s always getting herself into these absolutely awful situations almost daily. I can’t even hang out with her anymore because something tragic happens to ruin it. She owes me money still. She promised she’d pay me back with interest, but that was over a month ago. She hasn’t even said anything about it.

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

Yes. Falling for someone is really scary for me now because of him. I’m afraid of becoming attached to people now. I’m afraid of falling in love. I don’t trust it because experience has taught me that falling for someone means that I’m going to get fucked over. I hate him so much for ruining my happiness in every relationship since.

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

I thought about the three people I care for most right now. My three most important people. My best friend, the person I’m in a relationship with, and the person I’m starting to develop feelings for.

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?

Absolutely. @fetishforfresh. I know you’ve left tumblr. Probably forever. And I know you’ve left me. Probably forever too. I pushed you away. I was the shitty friend. All you’ve ever done is shown me love and compassion and kindness. I’m the fuck up. I’ve tried to call you every day and I only get your voicemail. I just wish you would talk to me again. I miss you. I love you. You were my best friend and I fucked up.

25: In the past week, have you cried?

Bitch, I cried yesterday. I cry several times a fucking week.

29: Do you have a best friend?

Yes! I have lots of best friends! But if I had to pick one, I’d say that my absolute bestie of all time is @thereisacactusinsideme. No joke, I wouldn’t be alive without this motherfucker. We’ve had fights, but everyone does. I think it says a lot that we can put our shit aside at the end of the day and realize that we mean too much to each other. I love you. You’re my family. When I’m with you, I feel safe. I feel home. I feel like nothing can hurt me because you’re there. You have my back, and you can bet your stretched out, shaven gay ass that I’ll always have your back too.

32: Are you mad at anyone?

Literally all of my exes and anyone close to them.

35: How many more days until your birthday?

155 days. July 4th is my birthday. Miss independence.

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

No. Every single person that I have ever kissed, I’ve done so deliberately and with great thought or enthusiasm behind it. Maybe long after the fact, but I’ve never lost sleep or felt shitty about kissing someone.

42: Are you available?

For you? Absolutely. Just be better than the last several douchebags I’ve been in relationships with. Trust me, the bar is set ridiculously low.

46: Do you regret anything?

I regret dating my very first boyfriend. Let’s just call him N. He was abusive. Both sexually and emotionally. I regret dating him, and I certainly regret not leaving him sooner than I did. I was with him for two years. That’s two years I’ll never get back. I hate myself for allowing myself to be so weak and in such a dangerous position. I should’ve done something sooner.

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?

Because I’m afraid they’ll think I’m too clingy or too needy. They come off as the sort of person who is very nonchalant about relationships. I don’t think they take it seriously. I don’t want to be out there with serious emotions when they’re not putting themselves out there for me too. I want something consistent and stable where I don’t have to second-guess that I’m cared about and wanted. Mainly because I’m just fucked up from past shit. That and… I guess you could say I’m trying the polyamory thing. I’m afraid of being involved with too many people at once. Right now, It’s only a serious romantic attachment with one person. But this person that I like… well… I don’t know if I’m ready to pursue them as well. I don’t know if they want me. I don’t know if it’s mutual.

86: How can I win your heart?

Kiss me a lot. Cuddle me a lot. Always hold my hand, even if it’s getting sweaty. If you’re too far away for that, skype me. All the time. Every day. Make it so that I don’t even feel the distance. Message me when we can’t skype. I want to be a part of your everyday life, and vice versa. Tell me everything. Past, present, and future. I’ll listen. Ask everything about me. I’ll tell you. I’ll be completely honest. I won’t hold anything back. Above all, don’t let me second-guess that you care. Be open about how you feel towards me, and always remind me. Always tell me things that make me giggle and blush, or stubbornly deny them because I don’t think very highly of myself sometimes. Make me always feel safe around you. Be spontaneous. Be silly and crude and vulgar and random. Watch movies, tv shows, and anime with me. Play minecraft with me. Play any PC game with me. Shower with me. Be with me when I’m having an anxiety attack. Hold me as I cry and hyperventilate. Tell me to keep breathing. If I ever tell you that I need to be alone, don’t let me be alone. I say that because I actually want to be with someone, but I’m too stubborn to ask for help. Be my best friend.

Just… give me everything and I fucking swear to you that I’ll give everything back.

91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

I want a relationship more than anything right now. A stable, healthy, consistent relationship. I don’t want any doubts or fears. I just want to be happy with someone and have them be happy with me too. The relationship I’m in right now is pretty troubling. I’d leave him if I had a safer person to be with. I’d leave him if there was someone I loved more.

Honestly, I’m his plan-B. He’s 18 and he had a 16-year-old girlfriend before me. Her parents found out about the age difference and made her leave him. But.. he’s still in contact with her. He still loves her more than anything. He loves her more than me. He’s just… settling for me. He’s settling for me until she’s legally an adult. He’s waiting for her and setting a time limit on me. I feel so shit about the whole thing.

I want someone who can just… be with me. No complications.

94: Name four things that you wish you had!

Money to pay for the tuition of the college I want to go to. A partner I feel completely secure with. A new phone because mine is super old and broke as hell. A consistent job.

100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

Yeah. Fuck yeah. Date me. Sorry for calling y’all out.

@abovethepeople @fetishforfresh @monsterinmybloodstream @shap-kid (woops my secret is out, I’m a shitlord) @thereisacactusinsideme (Too bad you like dick in your ass) @corrupttheinnocence @imperatorsapphiosa @gravitymango @too-bored-for-you

honestly like all of my mutuals. I’ll date em all. You guys rock.

Anyway! Thanks for that, anon! You gave me a nice therapeutic introspection hour. I kinda cried a lot while typing up #86, but oh well. That was fun. Please don’t be shy. Message me.

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