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Breaking news: I'm stupid and gay and I miss my girlfriend
#its sapphic yearning hours babyyyy#its been like 10 days and weve still got another 10 to go#ugh time zones and distance are stupid#just#lemme be gay dangit#r
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Rebellious
Paring: James Hook x F!RoyalReader
Summary: Parents suck. That was something you had come to learn. You hated their expectations of you. You hated about how they controlled every aspect of your life. The only thing that they didn’t see coming nor you — was a pirate with an offer.
Warnings: Intense kissing. Drinking, cussing and even mentions of smoking.
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I really, and I mean really hate today. I’ve gotten yelled at already from my parents for not wearing my tie, not a single kid in this school wears a uniform, but my parents still decided it was the biggest thing in the world. I was late to class, simply because people couldn’t walk faster in the halls. And now I was listening to this kid go on and on about himself.
For an assignment we paired up, teacher choice, and now while I did the work I had to listen to this boast about his castle. To be honest I wasn’t really listening, only zoning back in for a sentence or two before zoning back out.
My parents are visiting today, and that was all I could focus on. They showed up out of the blue as I was about to head to class. It’s not like them to show up at random – they always try to put distance between us ever since they declared I was a disappointment. Something I was grateful for.
At first being called a disgrace from my mother hurt, and being called a sorry excuse of a princess from my father burned. Now though hearing that from them made me happy, because I wanted to be nothing like them.
Then why was I still trying so hard to be perfect?
The loud laughs of kids snapped me back to reality and away from my thoughts. “Ugh, James Hook and his stupid crew.” My partner had said, clearly annoyed they were laughing and talking over him.
James Hook, a ruthless cut throat pirate who took rules and shoved them up people's asses. A man who did what he wanted, and didn’t give a damn about the consequences. He was everything I wanted to be.
“Excuse me?!” I looked to my partner – my eyes widening at the sound of him calling out to the loud group of pirates. “Can you shut up?” My jaw dropped at him, not only was he going to get himself in trouble he didn’t want, he was going to get me in it too.
“He didn’t mean that!” I said to the pirates who started to make their way over to our table. “He’s clearly not gotten enough sleep, and he’s very sorry.” Where was the teacher? I didn’t see her step out of the class, but she wasn’t at her desk or in the room.
The boy beside me went to speak again, but I stomped on his foot, drawing his attention while he whined about his ‘pretty toes.’
“You know this man, Lass?” My breath got caught in my throat at the sound of Captain Hook’s voice. I had heard him before, obviously I had, but this was the first time he talked to me. The first time he looked at me for so long.
I shook my head, my heart pounding as he got closer to me, walking around the table. “You can speak.” I knew that, but every time I tried my mouth got too dry for me to even say a word. Say the wrong word and who knows he may make me walk the plank and drown.
I nodded again, I couldn’t hear or see anyone else besides James Hook. I never even fully met him and he had already had a hold on me, a hold I desperately wanted back. “What’s your name?”
A sharp feeling on the bottom of my chin caused me to look up at the captain, while he used his hook to ensure I didn’t look away. His brown eyes remind me of a puppy, but the glint in them reminded me of a lion. Ready to snap. His eyeliner enhanced and deepened the color, a thought crossed my mind. One I immediately snapped out of my head.
Who knew men in eyeliner were so handsome.
“Y/N.” My answer was short, and direct. What I had wanted this interaction to be, but nothing was ever that simple was it?
“Hm.” He removed his hook, letting me let out a sigh of relief. “Take your things, and go work at my table while I have a little chat with your friend.”
Don’t listen to a pirate. My mother’s voice echoed in my head, and I finally didn’t give enough of a damn to listen.
–
I opened my dorm door, seeing my parents snooping through my things, making me sigh out. Today had been stressful enough. Hook never went back to his table, nor did the rest of his crew, but they had taken my partner out of the class and he didn’t come back at all.
“What are you two doing here?” I was tired of this, them. Wanting parents who will never want me back. Trying so hard, and getting nothing in return. Caring for them, when they didn’t give a shit about me.
“Always so quick to jump, Y/N. I didn’t raise you to be that.” You didn’t raise me at all. I wanted to scream that to them. That the daughter they were so disappointed in, was because they couldn’t raise her. Some people weren’t meant to be parents – and I had really wished they had enough self awareness before having me.
“What do you want mom?”
She released an annoyed sigh, while my father reached into his shirt before pulling out a scroll. “You're getting engaged.”
Time stopped. I couldn’t hear anything besides my heart thumping in my ears. What? I looked to my mom, seeing nothing there. This wasn’t my mother. I looked to my father – seeing nothing but boredom. As if coming to tell his daughter they are selling her away was nothing but a daily task. This wasn’t my father. These weren’t my parents, because I never had any.
“No.” My voice was raw, and rigged, like I was an animal in a cage waiting to bite. My mothers jaw set, before she grabbed the scroll from my father and threw it to me.
I caught it, and opened it briefly. “You will be married to king Midas son. You will sign this contract.” I threw it to the side before snapping my gaze back to the people in front of me. “I said no. Get over it! I’m not your little fucking pet fish you sell off to when you get tired of feeding it.”
“You insolent–”
“I’m not done!” I cut my father off. “You don’t like me? Too bad, you had me. I’m not marrying anyone. You want to cut me off, go ahead.” They think I’m some rebellious teenager, then that’s who I’ll be.
They sent ferocious glares my way and I knew that mean look in my fathers eye. He never once hit me, but he would hit maids, or anyone who annoyed him. He took a step closer to me, and I felt panic start to spread.
“You heard the lady.”
I looked to my right as James Hook walked in front of me, in between me and my father. “I think it’s best if you leave.” Was he mad? That was a king. And he didn’t care.
My father and James started – or more accurately glared at each other before my father, brushed past us and walked out through the wide open door.
I looked back to my mother, who was looking between us. Disgust in her eyes. “You have four months to sign that contract, or else–”
“Leave.” Hook cut her off, and made a point to grab the sword hilt that was attached to his hip. She shook her head before also storming out, slamming the door.
I looked back to James who started at me, eyes full of wonder, interest, and mischief. “You didn’t have to do that.” I felt my eyes water, this whole thing draining me. I didn’t do anything wrong, and yet I’m always punished.
A tear dropped down my cheek but was quickly wiped away by a warm, and rough hand. “Don’t cry. You were so strong.” He stepped closer to me, his voice surprisingly in a low, deep and soft whisper. “Don’t give them the satisfaction of breaking you.”
I looked down to the floor where I had thrown the stupid scroll, “They hate me.” And I didn’t even know why.
“So make them hate you even more.” I looked back to the pirate, confusion all across my face. “It’s a lot easier to get someone to hate you than love you.” Yet I had a strong feeling that it was easy for James Hook to get people to love him.
He gave my head a pat before making his way out of my room, before I even had a chance to ask what he was doing in my room in the first place.
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I took a seat on the outskirts of the campus, the image of a certain contract stuck in my head. I didn’t burn it, I couldn't, I was too afraid. Yesterday was suppose to be my push, but fuck it seemed like I need a bigger one. How much bigger could you get?
I had basically told my parents to go f themselves. Now I don't know what to do, I’m at a loss. I grabbed one of the over salted fries and stuck it in my mouth. Food was my comfort, and I loved salt but even I knew these were way too salty.
“Hello Lassie!” I looked over my shoulder to see a pirate dressed in red making his way over to me. What was he doing over here? He was a popular if not the most popular guy in school, Hades would be his only contest in bad boy charm.
“Hook.” He leaned down, plucking a fry off my plate before pulling me up as well. “Mmm, those are perfectly salted. Okay now I know he’s crazy.
“I have an idea for you.” Before I could even question him, or say ‘any idea of yours is mad’ his voice started to pick up.
He moved me away from where my food was now being eaten by ants and more over to the flower filled field.
“I know what you want from me, I know what you want from me.”
He bent down, picking a deep red rose.
“So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them. Show them you're all grown up.”
He handed me the rose, and twirled me around.
“If long hair, and tattoos are what attract you. Baby you’re in luck.”
He grabbed me and gave me a slight twirl.
“And I know it’s just a phase. You’re not in love with me.”
Setting me back on the ground, he lowered his voice, letting it fade out.
“You wanna piss off your parents, baby piss off your parents. That’s alright with me.”
“You're actually mad.” I scoffed at him, but couldn’t help the slit tilt of my lips. “I prefer bloody genius.” I lightly shook my head before handing him back his rose that smelled devine. “Thanks for your help with my parents yesterday. But it’s my problem not yours.” Just because I’m a princess doesn't mean I need someone to be my knight in shining armor.
“And I’m offering you a solution, love.” He tilted the rose back to be, encouraging me to take it, and his idea. “What's the worst that can happen? You’ll fall in love?”
I grabbed the rose, only because I knew he couldn’t take care of it. “Sorry pirate, I’d never love you.”
“Sounds like my cup of tea.”
–
I pushed the pillow further on my head at the constant knocking of the door. I was silently pleading for my roommate, Belle, to get the door. However as I looked up and over to her bed, I noticed her absent presence.
The knocking started up again, causing me to scream out into my pillow in frustration. It was a weekend, a very rare, and free weekend where I could relax. Slugging myself out the bed, I muttered every curse word I knew before yanking my door open.
“Hello, love, good day to hit the woods no?” I rested my head on my door, slightly whining. “What do you want, Hook?”
“How about a smile.” Oh my god he’s actually a dick. “I want you to get change, wear black – or red –” He smirked at that before continuing his list of demands. “Then you're going to come with me, and I’m going to show you what fun actually looks like.”
“That’s all?” My eyes felt swollen shut from dreariness. “That's all, now chop chop, off ya go.” I hate pirates.
–
Correction, I hate James Hook.
He took me to a party. Though he was such a gentleman about it, I’ll have to say. Located in the black forest, where it always looked night – he made sure to help me walk. That was the only redeeming quality about this party.
People were doing all sorts of things, from dancing, to drinking, to making out, etc. Definitely a villain kind of party. “Hook, I don't think this is my scene.” I rubbed my arms nervously, I felt like a needle in a haystack.
“No, this isn’t your parents' scene. I promise once you calm down you’ll have fun. Trust me.” Everyone was taught not to trust a pirate, but I couldn’t help but do so.
He reacted to his jacket before pulling out a flask, “here, don’t drink anything besides what I give you.” I nodded, engraving his words to my brain to not forget them. I twisted off the cap, taking a sip and immediately feeling the burn going down my throat causing me to cough. “The hell is that?”
I never had liquor before, but that tasted like acid with a twinge of something else.”Rum, the best.” I couldn’t help the laugh leaving me – finally letting out a sigh, and my discomfort. “You stupid pirate.”
–
I think I’m drunk. I’m not sure, but I can’t really see or more accurately focus.
“Alright lass time to get you home.” I looked over to where the voice came from, my eyes finally focusing on a very handsome man. “Hiii.” I gushed, my cheeks red. This man had a very attractive laugh, I thought as he laughed in my ear while bending down – picking me up.
“I’m a princess!” I said, loudly, as we walked out this stupid sea carcass thing. Why would they hang out in a dead sea fish? Not very sanitary. “Aye lass, a very pretty one.” This handsome man thinks I’m pretty.
–
Over the next three months Hook and I continued to “date”. It was surprising how easy it was to hang out with his friends. I had expected Hades to burn me alive or something with one of his cigarettes, but everyone – even the sea witch Uliana was pretty welcoming.
After I woke up the next morning from that first party Hook took me too. I had decided I hated drinking, and would not be doing it again. Something James laughed at. Tonight the vk’s were throwing some kind of party, I don’t know why – but I had opted out.
Usually James and I would spend late nights together, if not at my dorm than at his. We would lay on the bed, and it was weird – because our dating was supposed to be fake and to piss off my parents, but even when no one was around he’d hold my hand. Or we would cuddle, even though our roommates were out. He’d kiss my hand at random times – hug me at others and it all felt real.
We had felt real and I had realized I was falling for him. Hard.
A knock at the door pulled my attention from the fire crackling in my fireplace and to the dark oak door. Belle was having a date with her beast, but even then she had a key to get in.
Standing I opened the door, prepared to laugh at Belle for being forgetful but instead I was met with a Handsome pirate that I had actually wanted to call mine. “James.” He ditched his coat, and had his sleeves rolled up. Exposing his forearms, where his veins were showing. He had ditched his hook and replaced it with a guitar.
“Mind if I come in?”
No, not at all. Instead of saying it though I just moved out the way and opened the door more. The captain walked past me and sat on my bed. I closed the door, before I too made my way to my bed.
This would be normal for us, him playing piano, or even guitar while I listened. Though he would never leave a party that he needed to be there for. I’m pretty sure it was something about it being a blood moon or something to do with the moon.
His finger danced across the strings, and his deep rich voice started to fill the silence while the orange of the fire highlighted his skin.
“I met you in the dark. You lit me up. You made me feel as though I was enough.”
My breath hitched at the sound of his voice. I could feel my heart in my ears, but it was in the best way possible.
“We danced the night away, we drank too much.”
I didn’t know who he was singing about, but at the same time everything he said felt so familiar.
“I held your hair back when you were throwing up.”
He finally looked back up at me, his eyes achingly beautiful. In this moment I knew I had loved him. I loved him more than the world can even express itself.
James Hook POV
“Then you smiled over your shoulder. For a minute I was stone cold sober.”
The night I knew I fell in love with her played through my head and out into the song. The first night I took her to a party and she got black out drunk.
“I pulled you closer to my chest, and you asked me to stay over. I had already told ya; I think you should get some rest.”
This woman has made me question every single moral, this woman has made me question who I am. Was I still a ruthless villain – yes, just not to her. I couldn’t be.
Y/N L/N was the definition of my saving grace, and I loved her like I breathed. Naturally, effortlessly, and most of all needing.
“I’m so in love with you, and I hope you know.”
God I couldn’t wait another moment. I needed her to know that I truly love her, that she made this darkened heart beat.
“Darling, your love is more than its weight in gold.”
When the final strings of my guitar played out, I was ready to pour my heart out to her. Ready to tell her how she taught me how to love. How love wasn’t enough to describe how I felt about her.
But this damn woman beat me to it.
Normal POV
“I love you.” I said the second he stopped playing. Fear struck my heart, he might not love me back – but I’ll be damned if he doesn't know how much I care for him. “I know I told you that I could never love a pirate, but the truth is you have stolen my heart and I don’t want it back. I know you might not feel–”
My words fell, and his lips absorbed them. I didn’t know when he threw down the guitar, but he was kissing me.
His lips were soft, gentle, and his kiss was full of love.
“I’d go to the end of the earth for you. I love you so much, and don’t you for a damn second consider that I don’t.” I smiled at him. I was happy – finally so happy. Tears laced my eyes, and I let them fall, because James Hook didn’t only want my strength, he wanted my weakness as well. He wanted all of me. Just as I wanted all of him.
I pulled his face back to mine, kissing him desperately. This one was rougher, sexier. Full of things I didn’t even know but wanted to explore with him.
His hand pushed through my hair, as he slightly gripped it and tugged. Causing me to gasp. He took that as an invitation, his tongue brushing against mine. He pushed himself forward, pushing me back onto the bed, using his other hand to keep him from crushing me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, sighing out as he kissed down my neck. Everything in this moment felt right. It was cut short by the sound of the door opening, and the sound of Belle screaming out sorries.
James let out a groan of pure annoyance, while I laughed – giving him a peck. His gaze softened, and he hugged me. Letting him fall into me caused me to release a groan while he laughed.
Belle had run back out the door, and so I pulled him up off me and led him over to the fireplace. I opened a box placed on top of it, and grabbed a scroll out of it.
“This is a marriage contract that, if I signed, would marry me to King Midas' son, and grant me royal immunity.”
James swallowed thickly, fear laced in his eyes, and I swore his eyes glazed over with water.
“Burn it.”
The fear was replaced with confusion as he looked at me lost. “What?” He asked. I placed the scroll in his hand before pressing a kiss to his lips.
“The only man I’ll ever marry is a pirate that goes by Captain Hook and has a drinking problem.” He wasted no time in throwing the scroll into the hot flames before he picked me up and twirled me. “Marry you I shall.”
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A/N: I’m actually really proud of this one.
#decendents#decendents masterlist#decendents x reader#hook#hook decendents#hook x reader#james hook#james hook masterlist#james hook x reader
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99% Cat, 1% Boy.
AO3
Pairing - Ladynoir (plus bonus Misternoire)
Prompt - Ugh, Cats.
Summary -
“Ladybug???”
As soon as she found him, bafflement was quick to plaster her face and she almost wanted to question all the higher deities in the universe because no way was this her fate. For fucking real!
"What the?? Again!? Chat Noir! Why!?" She stormed towards her silly partner, eyes narrowed at his (albeit, very nice) butt which was sticking out of a quaintly sized pipe along with his long legs. The rest of him was inside said pipe and the story immediately began to add up for the heroine.
~(x)~
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"...My Lady??? A li-iiiiiiiiiiittle help here???" Moving a safe distance away from the rampaging (yet pretty harmless enough) Akuma of the day, Ladybug turned around, following the sounds of her distressed partner and hoped that he wasn’t caught in one of the villain’s many traps. From the few that she stumbled across and fell for herself, the heroine assumed they were a magician-based Akuma; she did not appreciate falling inside the hammerspace of a top hat nor getting chased by an army of white rabbits and the sooner they could wrap up this battle the better.
(Not to mention that she and the girls were in the middle of ‘Operation Secret Garden’ - Phase #6543 when the Akuma attacked and she would have bet everything in the world that she would have landed a successful date with Adrien right there and then—)
“Ladybug???” As soon as she found him, bafflement was quick to plaster her face and she almost wanted to question all the higher deities in the universe because no way was this her fate. For fucking real! "What the?? Again!? Chat Noir! Why!?" She stormed towards her silly partner, eyes narrowed at his (albeit, very nice) butt which was sticking out of a quaintly sized pipe along with his long legs. The rest of him was inside said pipe and the story immediately began to add up for the heroine. If she gained a euro every time he did something that warranted an eye roll from her, she’d be a billionaire by now. "I'm so sorry! But I had to go inside it! I could have found something! I swear! Believe me!" He wailed like a little child, legs kicking pathetically and tail whipping against the metallic surface of his enclosure. Again, how are they the same age!? "This is what happens when you zone out and use the cat brain instead of your human brain, you idiot!" Ladybug huffed tiredly but it was without any malice. After all, it's not his fault that wielding the mantle of destruction for so long ended up giving him some very, very interesting feline tendencies. And this was just one of the many. "Just purr-leeeease get me out?" He let out a pathetic mew at the end, slightly melting Ladybug's heart without realising it. He could be such a handful at times but at the end of the day, she loves her Chaton the way he is and she would never, ever change a thing about him. Cat tendencies and all. Oh well. Just another typical Lundi morning—
“Ladybug!? It’s so dark and scary here please let me out!!!” Oh shit. Less time appreciating her partner with his butt sticking out of a pipe and more time getting him out or else he’ll end up drowning in a puddle of his own tears.
“Yeah, yeah! I’m getting you out!”
“—eEEEK!? NO HANDS ALLOWED ON THE GOODS UNTIL YOU’VE TAKEN ME OUT ON A DATE!”
“On the wha— I did NOT touch your butt I was grabbing your THIGHS.”
“Nu-uh!”
“You know what? I’m leaving you here. Bye.”
“NO WAIT I’M SORRY COME BACK! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!!!”
Ugh.
Cats.
~(x)~
'Don't give in. Don’t give in. Don't give in to those stupidly cute, big, green eyes of his. Nope. Nope. NOPE. This is all on him. Stay strong and prove that you cannot be swayed by stupid, wet cat eyes!' Ladybug tried her best to ignore the giant kitten eyes that bored into her frame and the way the belt tail gently wrapped itself around her waist like a hug. 'I am not falling for this again! NAH!' "My Lady~?" 'Nuh-uh.' "Ma Buguinette~?" 'No-oooope.' "Magnifique belle~? My ice lolly fell on the floor...can I purr-lease have half of yours? Hmmm? Your Chaton is very, very, very sad~! Look at how pitiful he looks~!" 'Damn him!' Wordlessly, she finally met his stupidly cute gaze with a glower and handed him her entire ice lolly with a scoff, her heart totally not doing somersaults or fluttering with glee at his delighted mewl. She certainly, was not fighting off the urge to smile either when he greedily devoured the frozen treat like a severely famished kitten that hasn’t had a good meal in centuries.
Nope.
When he peered at her with those glittering greens and handed her the lolly (a perfect half remaining on the stick), blue raspberry-stained kissable lips smiling at her innocently, she absolutely did NOT feel her cheeks flare up with warmth. And this is why she hates cats.
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“You can finish off the rest, Chaton. I’m already full.”
“Are you sure? It’s really hot today and your face is all red, my Lady. It’ll help you cool down if you take a few more bites.”
“I’m sure, I’m sure. Just have it.”
“...It’s not because this counts as indirect kissing, right?”
“Q-Q-QUOI!?”
“Then again, you’ve already kissed me like a million times already and we share food all the time so I don’t think it’s cos of that—”
“What do you mean a million times!? I’ve only kissed you like once or twice to break you out of Akuma spells!”
“Le Dislocœur, Oblivio, that one Akuma whose name I can never remember, Monsieur. Pigeon last week, all those times our lips accidentally brushed and probably way more that I haven’t listed—”
“Oh just shut up.”
“Maybe you should shut me up with your lips~”
“...”
“...Ladybug?”
“...”
“My Lady?”
“...”
“NO, WAIT! I’M SORRY! DON’T HANG ME UPSIDE DOWN ON THE TOWER AGAIN PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I’M JUST YOUR PAUVRE CHATON! I’M SORRY FOR MESSING AROUND AGAIN I WON’T DO IT ANYMORE! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY I SWEAR— NOOoOOOoOOOoOOOOOooooo…”
Once again, Ladybug wanted to emphasise that she hates cats.
(But no, not really. Never. This one in particular often gets on her nerves but dammit whilst she’ll never, ever say this out loud, she loves him to absolute bits and sue her for enjoying their kisses too when the push comes to the shove during Akuma battles).
OMAKE
“I will never, ever, ever be mean to you about this ever again. I’m so sorry, mon Chaton…I don’t know what came over me! One second I was fine and the next…it’s like all my intrusive thoughts took over!” Whilst Lady Noire was a pinch close to bursting into tears, kitten ears plastered against her dark hair, Misterbug (who was lying underneath her) blinked his eyes as if he was waking up from the best dream he’d ever had.
The hero was covered in numerous bite marks and his lips were so red from all of that hot, hot kissing that it could have been mistaken for blood. He grinned like a lovesick idiot, hands on her hips and literal hearts bubbling in his eyes.
“If you stop now, I’ll never forgive you.” Without wasting another second, he captured her downright adorable ‘mew’ with his lips and switched their positions so that he was now the one on top and really, really kissing her.
Dieu, feline tendencies ROCK.
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~(x)~
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug and chat noir#my writing#ml fanfics#ml fanfiction#ladynoir#ladybug#chat noir#misterbug#lady noire#misternoire
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Ceasefire
*Junpei trudges along the beach, his feet dragging through the sand, his body language thoroughly reluctant to continue his journey- he murmurs quietly with his head down* Stupid fuckin’ argument, stupid- ugh.
Yokozawa.
Gyuh! *His head snaps up and he’s met with Ryuu and Kobo walking in the direction towards him* I- um...w-well-
It’s fine. We’re coming back to help for Graves-san and Kizakura-san-
Right...right, yeah. It’s just...
Kobo: Ryuu, you can go on ahead.
Huh?
Kobo?
Kobo: It’ll be fine. Just...get a head-start for me.
...alright. *He squeezes Kobo’s hand one last time before going on ahead, resisting the urge to bump Junpei as he passes by*
Kobo: ...*he sits down in the sand, facing out to the ocean*...you gonna just stand there? I mean, sittin’ like this means I get to be at eye-level with you-
Alright, alright. *He sits down on the sand, a slight distance away* Glad to see your attitude’s back.
Kobo: I ain’t much for mopin’ around forever, y’know.
...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all of those things back there, it was wrong of me. Stressed or not, I went way too far by saying you didn’t deserve to have Nagata-kun and Kirishima-san in your life.
Kobo: Heh. Weird hearing you apologise for somethin’...still, not like you weren’t right about other stuff...sorry. I’ve said a lot of shitty things to you as well.
Unlike you, I’ve done everything to deserve it...
Kobo: Even at that, ain’t right for me to cause tension in the class...I still hate your guts, don’t get me wrong, but I shouldn’t be makin’ it everyone else’s problem.
I get what you mean...honestly? I think I’ve always been a little jealous of you.
Kobo: Come again?
You���re my antithesis- my opposite. Majority of people like you, or at least respect you. You’re able to help everybody out when the situation’s dire, and...and you and Nagata-kun are so happy together.
Kobo: You and Kamisaka are happy as well?
Yeah, we are- I don’t mean to say we aren’t. I...I love Orochi so much that I think it makes me stupid. B-but, um...
I worry...I always worry that he’ll decide he’s had enough of me one day. That...one day, all the hate we get will be too much for him and he’ll disappear. And I always get so insecure that I can’t make him happy. I mean, let’s be honest, I’m only bringing him more hardships by being with him. And it’s like he has to take care of me most of the time between...w-well, that part’s a little personal but you get what I mean.
Kobo: Yeah...yeah, I do actually. I feel a similar way towards Ryuu. He’s like...an angel. He’s smart, and kind. He’s so humble and he’s always jumping at the chance to help people out. And even though he’s not a fighter, he’s got this courage that comes out of nowhere when his back is against the wall...I don’t get what he sees in a screw up like me. Why stick around?
You really do get it then...
Kobo: Yeah...but Kamisaka ain’t unhappy. If anything, he’s at his happiest just talking about you. The guy’s a lot more nihilistic than he lets on, but you’re like a...beacon to him. A light. Or somethin’, I dunno.
R-really? Is that how he seems?
Kobo: For sure. I usually get bored and zone-out when he talks about you, but Kurohiko and Kurosaki always listen. Kurohiko’s a little obsessed with listenin’ actually- it’s creepy.
Ugh- we got sidetracked, this was supposed to be about me apologising and we started talking about something completely different- look, Okanaya-kun, I was wrong. Seriously wrong for what I said.
Kobo: Agreed.
...we still have a lot to do for the wedding. Will you still help us?
Kobo; *He grins* It’s for Graves and Kizakura. ‘Course I’m helpin’.
Thank you. *The two stand up* We’ve got a lot of work to do, so I’ll be relying on you for a bit.
Kobo: Sure are. I’ll make sure to collect my payment for all this hard labour.
Uh...payment? I didn’t think-
Kobo: Don’t worry. *His grin turns mischievous, and he cracks his knuckles menacingly* I’m sure I can figure something out.
Wh-
Kobo: Don’t worry ‘bout it now! We got work to do! *He marches on ahead and throws his hand up, flipping Junpei off as he leads* You’re still a dick!
Right back at you, jackass.
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Hi!
This idea just wont leave my head : reader strongly dislikes physical touch from anyone but Steve and, being the idiot he is, steve is completely oblivious to it. When the rest of the group tells him he doesn't believe them so they make up some master plan to prove him wrong. Basically #idiotsinlove
If you feel like writing that, itd be awesome. Have a lovely day <3
AN | Idiots in love? Blind fools in love? I’m in love! 🥰
Warnings | Language, Mentions of Spice
Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 3.1k
Masterlist | Main
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“Are you ever going to ask her out?” Robin’s sudden appearance startled him as he stared off into the distance. If you hadn’t been paying you might have thought he was zoned out, but in reality he had been staring at you the entire time. He was beyond grateful that he’d remembered his sunglasses. He’d been so enthralled by you that he hadn’t even heard Robin open the passenger door.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, pointedly ignoring her question, “you could have tapped on the window first or something!”
“You could have been paying attention,” she threw her backpack in the back seat as he rolled his eyes at her behind the dark lenses of his Raybans, “don’t ignore my question, Steve!”
“Ask who out?”
“Don’t be so stupid,” she hit his arm as he started the car, casting you a last longing little glance before pulling away. Robin sweetly sang your name, and a dark flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you’re whipped for her. And she likes you too! So why not make a move?”
“She doesn’t - ugh, no. I didn’t think you could get so stupid,” he reached over and flicked her nose, causing her to grumble at him. The idea that you could like him even a fraction of how much he liked you was enough to cause his heart to constrict with nerves, “w-wait though…why do you think she likes me?”
“It’s not just me dingus,” she sat back and watched him closely, a little smirk on her face, “it’s all of us. I think it’s just you too that are blind. Like…idiots in love, basically. Besides, she has a huge tell.”
“Tell?”
“Yeah, how we know she likes you,” she was enjoying watching him squirm as he tried to keep his cool. She could tell he was spiraling inside, “she likes touching you-”
“Excuse me?” he turned to her and almost veered the car off the road, causing her to grumble loudly.
“Mind out of the gutter, Steve! Not like that,” she sighed when he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video. At least she wasn’t alone on her shift today; she had her best friend working with her. And she was going to make him confess his feelings if it was the last thing she did, “she…she’s not a physically affectionate person. You know…like Eddie - he’s always touching someone and he’s just more…openly affectionate I guess? But she’s like the exact opposite.”
“But she’s always hugged me or…”
“Exactly,” she nodded happily, “her tell! She won’t let any of us touch her but you. Only you. Are you putting two and two together?”
“I…” he turned the car off and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “I think you’re all seeing things where you want to. I mean, I wish it was true - and there, now you can say made me admit I like her - but it’s not true. It’s wishful thinking.”
“I’m not wrong,” she insisted, refusing to give into his pessimism, “not all of us are wrong. You’ll see - we’ll get you to see that it’s true. Or you could just go and ask her out.”
“Not happening.”
“Well then, Harrington, it’s on.”
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Movie night always proved to be…chaotic. Chaotic in a good way, but what else could be expected when a bunch of teenagers, an empty house, and too much pizza and soda were involved? You were running a little late, your last tutoring gig having run longer than anticipated, but you came with a ton of cookies to make up for it.
You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for Steve, or anybody, to answer the door once you’d rung the bell. The idea of seeing Steve always put butterflies in your tummy, despite the fact that you’d known him and been his friend for years. That sweet, dopey dork had a hold on you that was palpable. The door slowly opened and you found Dustin grinned excitedly.
“Hey bud,” you walked inside and kicked off your shoes as you handed him the container of cookies, “sorry I’m late - took forever today!”
“It’s okay,” he insisted as he set the box down and came back over, hesitating for just a moment before throwing his arms around you in a tight hug, “just so glad you’re here!”
“O-oh,” it took you a moment to react, but you gently and tentatively put your arms around him a light hug in return, “I’m glad to see you guys. Especially after this hellish week.”
“Hi!” Max darted over and almost knocked you down in her attempt to hug. You sighed lightly before wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders, “I’m glad you’re here. All these boys suck.”
“Hey!” Robin glowered from her spot on the couch before making her way over. You smiled at your friend and she managed to take you by surprise as she pressed kisses to your cheeks. What was with everyone today? They were all being so…weird, “missed you.”
“I saw you earlier,” you snorted as you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, “we have most of our classes together…”
“Still,” she insisted, dragging you into the living room where everyone was gathering with pizza, “it’s always better with you around.”
“Exactly,” Lucas hugged your legs from his spot on the floor and you just sighed lightly, “now the party can get started.”
“Should I be worried?” you looked around at the eager faces of your friends, “you’re all acting weird. Weirder than normal…and that’s saying a lot.”
“What do you mean?” Eddie’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he looked at you sweetly with those big brown eyes of his. You knew Eddie better than almost anyone else and now you knew something was up.
“Did you give them all laced blunts or something?” you sighed as he just shook his head in amusement before giggling happily. You heard your name whispered softly as you turned around to find Steve standing at the bottom of the stairs, a collection of blankets in his arms. Your expression softened as he grinned at you, “hi Stevie!”
Robin exchanged a sneaky little glance with Eddie as the two of them silently mouthed Stevie! at each other. Steve swallowed thickly before handing the blankets over to Dustin who just happened to appear at his side with perfect timing. His heart was practically hammering against his chest as he contemplated his next actions. His plan had been to hug you, to see if Robin’s theory had been right, but he found himself frozen. You tilted your head to the side, giving him that smile that made him weak in the knees, “h-hi.”
“Okay weirdo,” you reached up and touched his cheek before affectionately ruffing his glorious mop of hair. Steve was biting the inside of cheek so hard that it was a miracle that he wasn’t bleeding. Robin caught his eye from over your shoulder and gave him a little shrug as if to say told you so. But you…you’d always been like that with him. So openly affectionate and gentle and oh. Oh. He’d been so blinded with his own affection for you that he hadn’t noticed yours, “not you too! You’re all acting so weird. Are we gonna do movie night or are you all going to continue acting like this?”
“Movie!” Eddie shouted happily as Dustin tossed blankets around for everyone to get comfortable. You watched as Steve took his customary spot on the big couch, on the far end, grabbing one of the big blankets and looking at you, silently asking if you were coming. It was normal for you to be next to him, normal for you to be tucked into his side, normal for him to put his arm around as you laid your head on his chest. Oh.
What was normal for the two of you…wasn’t normal for everyone. Not for people that were just friends. At the realization, your cheeks warmed up and you slowly made your way to him, almost flopping down as he tossed the blanket over both of you. You wondered if…maybe he felt the same way as you. You’d always thought you’d hidden your affection and sweetness for him well enough but now you were…absolutely questioning that.
Without even thinking about it, Steve pulled you into his side and his long arm wrapped around you. Only this time, you didn’t lay your head on his chest or on his shoulder, but your gaze was concentrated on him.
Lucas flipped off the lights as Eddie started the movie, casting the room into darkness save for the light of the television. You hadn’t even noticed what movie was playing, instead so hyper-aware and focused on Steve. You’d never been more aware of his closeness, of how his body felt next to yours. Suddenly it seemed like every time you had touched him had been taken for granted.
“Hey,” he leaned and whispered so long you could hear him, “is everything okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, giving him an unconvincing little smile, “just…tired.”
“Oh,” he almost sounded disappointed, but you could tell that he didn’t believe you, “okay.”
Despite your hesitation, you forced yourself to push through, to see if perhaps you could take it a little further. You slung your arm over his midsection before cuddling into his side and practically squishing your face into his chest. You could feel his sharp inhale before he slowly let it back out and he relaxed. Neither of you said anything for some time, sitting there comfortably tangled up, but unable to focus on the movie.
After what seemed like a small eternity, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You untangled yourself from Steve, sitting back on legs so you were facing him. His mouth opened in surprise for a moment, but when he noticed you studying him so intently, he grew nervous.
“C-can we go upstairs?” his heart almost dropped into his stomach at your words as his mind immediately started reeling with the possibilities. His mouth felt dry so he just nodded instead, not trusting himself to speak. You quietly climbed off the couch and padded towards the stairs with Steve following closely behind. You didn’t even look back or stop until you were at his door, letting yourself into his room.
There was something so familiar and comforting about his room; you’d been in here hundreds of times before but something about this moment felt so different. You sat down on his bed as he closed the door and leaned against it. You were looking at each other, both of you unable to look away.
“Stevie?” your gaze had shifted to your feet as you played with a loose thread on his blanket. He made a small sound of acknowledgement but didn’t push you any further, “why were they all acting so weird tonight? Is there something going on?”
“Whaddya mean?” he stuffed his hands into his pockets as you looked up and tutted at him.
“You know what I mean,” you sighed lightly, “they were all huggy and touchy. It’s not…I like touch, you know, but on my terms. It’s just…I dunno, I’ve always been that way. But…with you, i-it’s different. I don't know…I like when you…t-touch me."
There was a bemused little smile on his face as he waited for you to realize your mistake. When you did, your hands went to your face as your entire body felt like it was on fire, "fuck - Stevie, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I-I just…I like being close to you."
"I know what you meant," he moved from the door and came closer to you, tentatively and slowly to make sure he wasn't crossing any unspoken boundaries. When you didn't stop him, he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before he set his hand down on the bed next to yours, and you could feel his pinky brushing against yours.
"Steve-"
"Robin is convinced that you like me," he cut you off but had to do it because he wasn't sure if he'd get the courage to say it again, "she says you have this tell - that you don't like touching anyone else but me."
"Steve."
"She wanted to test her dumb theory and that's why everyone was so lovey dovey touchy feely today," he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, "and I realize now that's a fucked up thing to do and probably made you feel uncomfortable and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let them do it."
"It's okay," you smiled softly, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering around wildly. Robin knew - she had known. Which means that everyone else probably did too, "I thought they were being extra weird."
"Unfortunately."
"What was your conclusion?"
"I - ugh - what?"
"Your conclusion," you moved your hand ever so slightly closer to his and nudged his foot with yours, "what did you learn? About Robin's little theory."
"I…" he inhaled and trailed off, turning his head lightly towards you, "well…I-I think she was right."
"Oh,” it was a soft little sound that caused him to panic and spiral almost immediately. Oh. It could have meant a hundred different things but your expression was giving away nothing. Meanwhile you were trying not to panic out of sheer excitement because holy fuck - that meant Steve did like you. Or at least…probably did. Shit. Were you reading into this too much now? You allowed yourself a small glance at him and realized he’d been staring at you this entire time.
You shifted so you were fully sitting on his bed, cross-legged as you waited to see who would break the tension. He nervously rubbed his palms on his thighs before letting out a small, nervous laugh, “oh.”
“Steve,” you put your hand on his arm, willing him to look at you, but all he did was stare at the floor, “Stevie.”
He turned at the sound of his nickname, his big, soft brown eyes meeting yours. You could tell there was a nervous little hope behind them. He’d never let anyone else call him Stevie. It had always irked and irritated him but when you said it? It practically made him weak in the knees. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, he moved so his position was mirroring yours.
You felt so vulnerable and open with him, but you never once felt scared or nervous. He always made you feel safe - protected. In a blur and without letting yourself overthink for one, you put your hand on his cheek and surged forward to kiss him. He made a small sound of surprise, taken aback by your sudden boldness, but quickly kissed you right back. It was messy at first, clumsy and awkward and your teeth clicked together a few times, but you soon found a rhythm that was both needy and saccharine.
He pulled and you pushed your way onto his lap, and he settled his hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. When he had thoroughly kissed you until you were both breathless, he pulled back and you both exchanged a nervous little laugh.
“So ‘oh’ was a good thing then?” he asked sweetly as he cupped your face in his warm, large hand before stroking your cheek.
“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling warm from his touch, “it was.”
“Fuck me,” his groan was playful as he pressed his forehead against yours before you kissed him again. He tasted of salty popcorn, sweet cookies, and faint mint. You liked it - you liked him. You really like kissing him; you’d imagined this moment at least a million times and this still felt better than anything you could have ever dreamed up, “Robin is never going to let me live it down once she realizes she was right.”
“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing,” you whispered, leaning in so your lips were brushing against his, “maybe it’s the little push we finally needed.”
“I would have said…something a long time again if I had any idea that you’d feel even remotely the same,” he admitted as a wicked blush rose up in his cheeks. You pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. Those soft, big doe eyes make him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.
“What do you mean?” you whispered, “did you not think I liked you? Steve, I’ve loved you for a long time.”
“Y-you..love me?”
“Oh, ahh, shit,” you scratched the back of your neck nervously, pulling back from him for just a moment, “I-I didn’t mean it how it sounded. It’s just that…I like you a lot and it’s-”
“I love you,” his hands found your face as he pulled you back down to his lips. This time he kissed you slowly, pouring every little bit of love, every unspoken word into the kiss, hoping you were able to feel it. You were, “have for a long time.”
“Oh Steve,” this time it was your turn to kiss him, and the two of you were quickly lost in each other and one thing led to another as you ended up under him, beaming up at him happily. He leaned down and you brushed some of the soft locks of hair out of his face, and he couldn’t stop from kissing you again, “Steve.”
“Hey!” Robin knocked loudly on his door and you could hear Eddie giggling along with her, “movie’s over and ugh…we’re gonna continue this at the Wheelers’ so you guys have some…privacy.”
“Unless you’re already having sex!” oh Eddie.
“Good,” Steve groaned lightly as you just smiled at him, “now go!”
“Steve?” Robin’s voice was sticky sweet and you both already knew what was coming, “I told you so.”
“Goodbye!” Steve buried his face into the crook of your shoulder as you just laughed, “our friends are the worst.”
“Sometimes,” you agreed, “but right now, I’m kind of thankful for them. So, tell me Stevie…do you want to have sex?”
“I...fuck,” he closed his and let out a wistful little moan, “yeah, I really do.”
“Good,” you whispered, “me too. But also - I love you.”
“I love you.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#joe keery#joe keery x you#joe keery x reader#st
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Jaspvid college graduation. They weren't able to stay together through college since they got accepted to their dream schools on opposite sides of the country. David's a little sad on his big day, knowing Jasper isn't there and won't see. But then, as he accepts his diploma with a fake smile, he happens to look to the crowd and he sees him! It's Jasper! 5 rows back, somewhere in the middle!
Word Count: 977
(This took an embarrassingly long time to write. But hey, turns out I can still write for Camp Camp! Now to figure out this stupid new text editor thing UGH)
There's something to be said about long-distance relationships. It's a mix of trying yet rewarding as David's relationship with Jasper remains strong despite the distance. They weren't exactly expecting to attend the same college together. Jasper had his eyes on a college far from their hometown, and David wanted to stay somewhere local. The two of them settling on the same college was more of a reassurance - if they couldn't get into their dream schools, then they could instead go to their safety school together.
But then it happened.
Unspoken, tender realization of the grief that lasted for a day. The two, who were always a pair since the day they met, had to separate if they wanted to chase their respective dreams.
It was a happy day. It was a sad day.
"Don't worry, Davey," Jasper said, cupping David's cheek and kissing his nose with a silly grin. "We still have modern tech for this kinda stuff, right?"
"Right." He leaned into Jasper's touch and smiled into his palm. "We can do calls and stuff."
"Visit each other every break."
"Text."
"It'll be like I never really left." Jasper's voice became tender as he hugged him tight. "I love you, Davey. That's not gonna change with the distance."
He hugged him back, twice as tight as he buried his face against Jasper's neck. "Love you too."
The first year was tough without each other at their sides. There were a few fights, time zone issues, things they hadn't quite gotten used to yet.
(He feared they would end up breaking up once, when a fight got too bad. But they powered through, apologized, and cried together despite the lag and broken connection.)
The second year was still tough, but they'd figured out a routine by then. Less fights, but a bit more distanced. It felt like he wasn't talking to Jasper quite as often as he was used to.
(Doubt. Apathy. The feelings lingered even as he tried to fight them off. He wondered then if this was another sign of things to end. But then Jasper visited as promised, and he never clung so tightly to his boyfriend as he did that night.)
The third year was... comfortable. They'd grown used to the distance by now; the routine was something they knew by heart, and things were easier to manage. They talked and sent messages when they were able, and complained about professors, classes, and assignments alike. Visits over the breaks still felt like long-awaited reunions, unearthing a longing they both forgot they've grown used to.
(It didn't get better. But it didn't get worse either. And for that, David was grateful. He buried his face against Jasper's shoulder, counting the minutes before it was time for him to go again.)
The fourth year is... something. A mad rush to make sure every requirement was met. It was the finish line. Finally, within sight! David almost cries with the relief it brings. Jasper calls and messages more often as he complains about the whole process. They bond over their mutual stresses, and it's almost as if they were never apart to begin with. David forgets, blissfully, that he's still alone at college.
It only hits him when he's getting ready for his graduation, dressed in his cap and gown, that he'll be crossing that finish line without Jasper. Right. There is no boyfriend here.
He ignores the cold realization in his chest and sighs. Jasper has his own graduation prep to worry about; there's no way he'd ask him to fly over to and fro just to attend his own graduation for the day. They're not graduating on the same day which... he's partially grateful for. A bit miffed that they won't be graduating at the same time (the distance feels so much wider now), but it's fine.
He stares up at the podium from where he sits, sun blazing down on him as his attention wanders. Other students either zone out or sneak out their phones to mess around with. Someone next to him whips out an old Gameboy and starts playing a game quietly as he snorts. It reminds him of Jasper, and he quietly slips out his own phone to shoot him a text.
He holds back a "wish you were here" and continues texting Jasper to pass the time. Without realizing it, time passes fast enough that it comes to calling out the graduates. Lines of students begin filing out of their seats and soon it comes his turn. Trudging along, he makes his way up to the podium to accept his diploma, smile empty as he has no one here to smile for. It's... an empty celebration, he realizes.
What's the point if there's no one else to celebrate with you?
He bites back the bitterness welling within him and turns his direction towards where the cameras are. A glance over the crowd and-
"Davey! Wooo!"
He blinks. That's-
"Look towards the camera!" says the staff member.
He looks in the wrong direction and follows the source of the voice. His eyes search back rows and rows of people before he meets a pair of familiar sapphire hues. Jasper grins, big and proud, as he waves his arm back and forth.
He's.
He's here.
Actually. Truly. Here. Jasper mouths out a few words and David nearly cries on the spot. The corners of his mouth lift as the warmth from the summer sun radiates from inside his chest.
"Smile!"
He smiles, facing the wrong direction. But it doesn't matter. A picture is worth a thousand words. And when people see his graduation picture, they'll know he was facing the right direction all along.
#camp camp#cc david#cc jasper#jaspvid#seriously what's up with this editor#i want to turn it off so bad#is this exclusive to asks?#anyway actual drabble comments#it took me a while to figure out what to do with this#but i think i like what came out!#hopefully you do too :)#been a long while since i've written jaspvid after all lmao#thanks for the request!#drabble#oh and let me know if you want this on ao3 too
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First things first... if anyone gives me shit for getting a Ring doorbell I swear I am going to find you and bop you on the nose. It had payments on Amazon and it was the only one I could afford. We needed this urgently because my mom can't hear deliveries and we just switched to getting all of our medications delivered.
I had to do what I had to do. We live in a society and all that.
Okay?
Moving on...
As you may have noticed by the tape, this did not go according to plan.
I can't seem to do anything handy without there being *some* janky shenanigans involved. But I don't think this was my fault.
You see, our house used to be owned by this guy called Fred Salmo. He thought he was quite the handyman. But in the past 25 years we keep uncovering horrible "home improvements" that he did that end up taking us a long time to unfuck and then do properly. Every time this happens we say we "got Salmo'd."
Decades ago he decided to install the doorbell in the grout between two different kinds of brick. Just stupid. It left a cavity behind the doorbell where all kinds of crap built up. I had to blow it out with compressed air and it was very gross. I am shocked the wires never shorted out in the rain.
Unfortunately, I could not install the doorbell in exactly the same spot. The grout was uneven and some of it was eaten away so I could not place screw anchors on the same plane. One would stick out more than the other. And because the Ring doorbell is wider, and the brick on the left sticks out farther than the brick on the right, and the brick on the left is very uneven, there was just no way to make it work. Fred purposely had to find a skinny doorbell faceplate to fit in between. I just don't understand why he didn't just install it a few inches to the right. It is just a silly place to mount a doorbell.
OH.. and the worst part, because of his placement, the doorbell was very hard to see visually. So 2/3 of people just thought we didn't even have a doorbell.
SALLLLLMOOOOOOO!!!!
So I had to move the doorbell slightly to the right. This meant exposed wires. Ugh. So I wrapped them tightly in electrical tape and then filled the cavity with hot glue. The tape was just a temporary aesthetic thing to cover up the giant glue booger I created.
Unfortunately, it still looks dumb.
And when I get the all-weather gorilla tape to replace the current tape, it will probably still look dumb. I'm unsure how to make it not look dumb.
But I am not a handyman and this is the best I can do with the energy I have. We are just going to have to live with some jank next to our doorbell.
It is fully functional.
It does what we need.
If this were a normal install and not a Salmo install, I can imagine it going rather smoothly. Especially if you don't have to deal with any bricks. I got the wired Pro 2 version so I don't have to recharge any batteries. And it has an extended viewing angle so I can see packages left on the ground.
The video quality is excellent (for a doorbell), the app is well designed, and it even has a nice quality speaker for talking to people at the door. And if Ring didn't have all of the law enforcement baggage, I'd say this is a pretty damn good doorbell. But if you can afford a different one of similar quality, I'd definitely consider other options. Like I said, I just couldn't pass up the 5 month, no interest payment plan under the time frame constraints.
I can use custom "motion zones" along with GPS satellite photos to map out where I want the motion to be detected. That way a passing car or squirrel running in the distance will not trigger a notification.
Here I am making sure the motion zones are working as they should. Sneaky Froggie.
That said, we did get a motion alert at 4:30am. I thought maybe it was a false positive. But I actually ended up filming the world's shortest horror film.
youtube
I was also able to link it with our Echo Dot speakers. We have them in every room so if my parents fall or have an emergency, they can call me. And now, if there is someone at the door, every room will chime so my mom will definitely hear it.
This 20 minute installation ended up taking 3 hours. I just kept getting Salmo'd.
The doorbell was on a circuit that made no sense, so I had to keep turning random things off, going upstairs to check, and repeating that 5 times.
The drill bit that Ring lists as the proper size for the anchors was way too small.
I had no way of marking the proper place to drill. The holes on the doorbell were way too small to fit a pencil tip through. In the install videos I saw people had a little template jig. It even had a tiny level on it. But I guess they didn't include it in the model I got. I did my best to scratch the brick with a paperclip. But regrettably, the doorbell is canted about 15° off level. Thankfully the giant ugly piece of tape distracts from that fact.
And because I turned tons of shit off with the circuit breakers, my WiFi went all screwy. Spectrum's cheap modem needs things done in a very specific way. You have to reboot the router. Wait 30 seconds. Then reboot the modem. I forgot to do any of that and so linking the doorbell to our network was just maddening chaos. I ended up forcing the Ring app into an infinite loop and it would not pair.
It took me half an hour to find a support article that mentioned the damn doorbell reset switch on the side that I did not see. It's hidden when you have the cover on.
Also, my multimeter measured 18 volts of power at the wires. But the Ring app says it is receiving 14-15 volts. Which is below the required 16 volts. That said, the doorbell seems to be functioning perfectly right now, so I'm going to have to chance it. Installing a new transformer in the chime box is above my skill level.
I read that the biggest power draw is the infrared lights for the night vision mode. But we leave our porch light on 24/7 so those will never be needed. I'm hoping that will keep me in the 1-2 volt margin for normal operation.
Soooo... yeah.
We have a video doorbell.
And I installed it all by myself.
Poorly.
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FRIED EGGS
KOBY x Pirate!Reader
word count: 2k
summary: Being infiltrated as a Marine and keeping your feelings under control was easy until you were assigned to work with Marine Captain Koby. How you wished he was a jerk.
highlight: ¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨
warnings: read under the risk of developing diabetes.
notes: Hey, guys! This was a lovely request from @pure-kirarin! <3 I had to stop other projects to make this one because Koby threw me out of my comfort zone hahaha I really hope you like!! ALSO 1) Happy Birthday Sabo-kun! ALSO 2) In order to add more dept to the story, the main character is part of a Yonkos´crew, but I wrote in a way that all fit, so choose your favorite! ALSO 3) ART ALERT!
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¨You have been doing a remarkable job in such little time, Commander L/N. We all have great expectations regarding your transference to our Marine Headquarters.¨
The words of the Rear Admiral barely scratched your mind as you discreetly observed the pink-haired boy´s reflection on the crystal clear window.
He maintained a similar posture to yours: chin up, chest out, shoulders back, and stomach in. However, while your fingers remained paralleled to your trousers, you took a glimpse of his clenched fist, thumb fidgeting the side of his index finger.
¨Vice Admiral Tsuru was reluctant to sign your transfer. She said you remind her of herself in the past, which is always an excellent compliment to hear.¨ you nodded, acknowledging his words ¨We´re glad we convinced her.¨
Your heart warmed with his words, and you almost felt bad because you knew the disappointing outcome O-Tsuru-san would have at the end of this. She trained you with the iron face of a merciless soldier, and the elegance that resembled the animal of her name.
It has been three years since you received the green card from your captain to part ways in a long-term solo mission. A journey to excavate the putrid secrets of the so-called defenders of the law. You learned after a short time that justice is not so black and white.
Not that you planned to reveal the dirt, no. That intel your captain could sell to the Revolutionary Army and keep the capital running. You were interested in the arms race, the corrupt diplomacy, and more importantly, the dark pipes where traitors flowed.
Someone from inside the Yonkos was feeding the Marines with crucial information about the Emperors´ activities. And in such a close fight, you could not take those risks.
All other Emperors must have their own undercover agents within the Marines, but even that was a dispute. You could point some names to your boss, who confirmed what was suspected. Those would usually be the best of the best, extravagant and loud.
But not you. You didn't have to make that much noise. You slid between the floors of New Marineford like a snake swimming with the current. Earning the respect of your superiors and being promoted without ringing any bells. You accepted each medal with a firm salutation and relentless performance.
¨The trip must have been displeasing. Submerging ten thousand meters underwater and rising to these fiendish waters require a good rest. Our Marine Captain Koby will escort you to your quarters, Commander Y/N. The remaining instructions shall be presented tomorrow.¨
You saluted the Rear Admiral in front of you and turned to the exit, passing by Koby, who waited for you to leave first. When your paths crossed, the pace of your heartbeats quickened, pumping more blood through your body and leaving a burning sensation on your cheeks.
The involuntary response was instantly interpreted as alertness to danger, which needed to be handled with caution.
Can´t let my guard down around this one, you thought.
In fact, you planned to keep as much distance as you could from him. An officer let slip that he has been gaining incredible control over his Observation Haki since the Paramount War.
But the wind seemed to change direction, and you began to swim against the current. When the morning came, you were assigned to be his partner for an undetermined time, and he would act as your superior. The idea of being bossed around by a younger marine got your temper sparked.
Only he was not like the others, treating you in a patronizing and condescending way. He spoke to you with the same cordiality and politeness he addressed everybody else.
Slowly, your concrete cold expression began to soothe. You would still remind yourself how annoying his good manners were, though. So annoying, seriously!
¨Good morning, Y/N-san!¨ he greeted as you joined him for breakfast.
¨Good morning, Koby.¨
¨Our Border Force correspondent sent his report early in the morning with information about possible Yonkos´ alliances in the Wano Country. We are arranging a meeting as soon as possible.¨
You didn´t like to handle work so early, but this subject, in particular, raised your spirits. ¨Good. It was about time.¨
You noticed that he wore a different headband. ¨What happened?¨
¨Hm?¨ he brought the soup bowl close to his mouth.
¨The bandana. Green, with the fried eggs.¨ he choked on the miso soup, coughing like he had swallowed poison.
You reached for a paper tissue and handed it to him. ¨K-Koby, are you ok?¨
¨Y-Y/N... Y/N-san...¨ he coughed some more ¨They´re not... fried eggs...¨
¨Oh...¨ your brows raised slightly ¨What are they?¨
A depressive aura grew around him ¨They are flowers, YN-san...¨
The edge of your lips contorted as you tried to hide a smile. You haven´t felt like smiling genuinely for years. Annoying boy!
From that moment on, ignoring him became more difficult. He started to ask you to train with him or invite you to spend some time with him and Helmeppo whenever you had free time. Eventually, he began to ask you how he looked before an important meeting.
Most of the time, you would reply something like ¨ok¨. But sometimes, the mouth was quicker than the brain, and you would let an ¨impeccable¨ slip out, followed by an awkward throat clearing and blushed cheeks.
From both sides.
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¨Oh my-¨ you stopped yourself from finishing the sentence.
You were chosen to complete this mission due to your excellent skills in hiding emotions and acting calm under stressful situations. No one could break you.
Within the Marines, no joke could make you crack a smile, and no torture could make you spill secrets.
Why did you want to ask if he was ok?
Koby had entered his office with bumps and bloody bruises over his face. His always neat uniform was blotchy, and he carried a first aid kit.
¨Garp-san paid a visit.¨ He sat on the couch and opened the white box, throwing everything on the coffee table. ¨I bet it wasn't like this with Tsuru-san.¨ he chuckled.
¨No. She would beat me up, wash me and hang me up to dry.¨
You shot from the chair, moving towards the clumsy pinkette, who struggled to attend to his injuries. He tried to hold the mirror with one hand and suture his gash with the other.
¨Thank yo-¨
¨Shh. Don´t move.¨
You leaned closer to have a better look, giving Koby the same chance. Your delicate perfume smelled like it was tailor-made for you. Your breathing was slightly irregular, and your lip twitched with every given stitch. Your fingers felt like feathers on his skin, so much that he didn´t even feel a sting.
The job was fast and efficient, making Koby wish Garp had put more effort into his Love Fist. Grabbing a piece of wet cotton, you cleaned the dried blood.
¨Alright...¨ you whispered.
¨Alright...¨ he whispered back.
You were inches apart from his face, your eyes traveling across the scar on his forehead, the pink locks, and kind features. Your mind traced back all the way to the Paramount War. You had very little knowledge about him, but the words he spoke that day have always made your heart pound like cannonballs.
You will make an excellent Admiral one day, Koby.
I hope you don´t hate me.
¨Y-Y/N-san...¨
¨Hm?¨
¨Your smile is beautiful.¨
¨What?¨ The stupid scene of yours was interrupted like a DJ stopping the record player.
With cheeks getting pinker than his hair, you shot up and marched back to the chair and your newspaper. ¨You clean this up.¨
He left a low chuckle out and began gathering the mess.
Oh, no, Y/N. You have got to be kidding me.
He is a freaking marine. Breathe.
There were a vast number of reasons why you couldn´t like him: from him being a Marine Captain and you being a pirate to the fact that your mission was coming to a conclusion.
Meaning that your journey as his partner would be very soon reaching its end. The meeting with this mysterious correspondent regarding the Yonkos´ operations in the New World would be the last move in this chess game. You would be going home. Mission completed. Everything perfect, right?
Right, perfect. Impeccable! Ugh!
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¨... confirm secure line.¨
¨This is Border Officer code 404890. Secure line confirmed.¨ you spoke with a low but clear voice through the nail transponder.
¨What´s the status on our birdie?¨
¨Positive. The birdie is located at 03:24:01.¨ you gave your boss a coordinate to the name of the Marine informant. The answer you took three years to find out remained on file number one, third page, suspect number twenty-four.
An amused laugh echoed on your end, and you buried the speaker on your jacket to muffled the sound.
¨At least he is not one of ours.¨ a chuckle ¨Great job, Y/N.¨
¨Thank you, boss.¨
¨I know this mustn't have been easy, but you were impeccable as always.¨
Yeah, impeccable.
¨You know the protocol now. We´ll see each other in a few days. You´ll have a party waiting for you, kid.¨
¨Aye, aye, boss. But I want the good booze.¨ Both of you laughed.
You finished the call, and the smile on your lips died as the image of a pink-haired boy invaded your mind. You wished he was a jerk like everybody else.
It would have been so easy.
¨Who were you talking to?¨ your chest contracted, pushing the air out of your lungs and sending extra blood supply to your muscles.
You hid the transponder into your jacket and turned, facing your Marine Captain.
¨Eavesdropping, Koby?¨
What should I do?
¨Y/N-san, who were you talking to?¨ he repeated himself, offering the benefit of the doubt. You sighed.
¨My captain.¨
Why the need to be honest with him?
¨Y/N-san, please don´t tell me-¨
¨I´m sorry, Koby. I wish I didn´t have to do this.¨ you couldn´t bring yourself to face him.
¨A-Are you a pirate? Why?¨
You chuckled ¨Why am I a pirate?¨
¨Why did you do this?¨ his face was pale, making your guts twitch in guilt.
¨I´m on a mission. But I´ll leave soon.¨
¨You are like... Vergo-san.¨ he sounded disappointed.
¨I am nothing like Vergo. You know this.¨ or at least you hoped he did.
He closed the door slowly, eyes fixed on your figure. The bright light from the window made him look like an ethereal painting.
While you tried to predict his next move, whether he was going to interrogate you or kick your ass, Koby acted calm and collected, not hesitating. He trusted his Observation Haki to guide his next move. Or maybe his heart.
You saw a pink blur closing distance like a missile, and before you could dodge, his hands pulled you by the waist, connecting your bodies and lips.
He forced your back to meet the thick window with a gasp that was muffled by the kiss. His touch was rough upon the fabric of your uniform, but his mouth felt soft against yours.
Your hands moved to his hair, removing the round pair of glasses and the green bandana so you could get lost in his locks. His grip was harsh under the fabric of your uniform, but his hair felt soft on your fingertips.
A moan escaped your lips when he parted the kiss with a loud snap and struck the glass with both hands, keeping you trapped in the middle. You let go of his hair and grabbed him by the collar, not letting him go away.
¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨ his breath was heavy and carried with a myriad of emotions.
¨I know... I am sorry.¨
¨Why?¨
¨Because I like you, Koby. A lot.¨ he paused for a second, fighting the urge to admit the same.
¨What was your mission?¨
This is the last lie, I promise, Koby. ¨The Marines possessed vital information about something my boss wants. I needed to get it.¨
¨Now that I know that you´re a pirate and that you stole Marine´s assets, I´m gonna have to hunt you down.¨
¨I´ll be waiting for you.¨
You stared him in the eyes, and he kissed you to stop himself from saying what he really wanted.
I love you, Y/N-san.
Diary of Koby-Meppo: The Fried Egg Life Crisis.
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home - dannymay day 2
my unplanned continuation of day 1
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Danny floated aimlessly through the endless green void. His head was bandaged, still slightly throbbing, as he moved slowly through this strange world. He hoped to see anything that would jog his memory, but the swirling scenery looked helplessly unfamiliar.
Whatever this place was, it didn't feel like home.
He was told that he belonged here, with the other dead things. He still could barely process what had happened. He didn't feel dead. Sure, he didn't feel great — his head still hurt like hell and the gaps in his memory frustrated him to no end — but he didn’t feel dead.
What he did feel was hurt. Confused. Betrayed. The words still echoed clearly in his mind: You don't belong in this world. His own mother told him to get lost.
And of course, Danny knew how his parents felt about ghosts. Even though the couple had never actually seen one, the conviction with which they spouted anti-ghost rhetoric made it clear in Danny’s mind ever since he was a small child; these creatures were ruthless and to be feared. Ghosts were horrible things, not bound by physics or morals.
And now he was one of them.
He had hoped that him being family would have meant something to his mother. He may have died and come back, but he was still her son.
But the way she looked at him made it clear: this was not the case. He could feel a distance between them that wasn't there when they spoke before as mother and son. Her patience thinly veiling a deep distrust. And she even corrected him when he called her “Mom” — I’m not your mom. I’m Dr. Fenton. That hurt worse than any injury.
And then once she patched him up she basically shooed him out of her laboratory, through the gaping hole to another dimension so conveniently placed in the basement of his family home.
She told him he belonged there, in the Ghost Zone. He made no argument. His brain refused to cooperate, to think of any rebuttal. He let himself be guided towards the octagonal hole in the wall and braced himself as he ventured through.
Being in the Zone unsettled him greatly. He felt off, though it was hard to pin down what exactly was causing it. It could have been the place itself, unfamiliar and foreboding, or the dizziness he still felt from his injury, now graciously paired with the feeling of floating through this endless abyss of a realm, no way of orientating himself amongst the endless swirling scenery.
More than anything, he wanted to go home.
And at this point, he wasn't really sure where that was anymore.
After drifting in the Zone for god knows how long, he came across another ghost. He wasn't really sure if it was safe to approach, but once the other specter noticed him she called out.
“Yo, Phantom!”
This ghost appeared to be holding a guitar, her hair mimicking a roaring blue flame, flaring up as she spoke.
Danny then remembered that he was called Phantom. The ghost was talking to him. She noticed his delayed reaction.
“Damn, what's wrong, man?” She noticed his bandaged head and asked even though she knew the answer, “You hit your head or something?”
She didn't seem particularly worried about him, more curious than anything. Danny figured he could talk to her. She wasn't outright attacking him, as he had feared, so he was taking that as a good sign. But still, he was cautious. He didn't think it was smart to reveal to this stranger that he was essentially helpless right now, with his memories gone, but just talking to her couldn't be so bad, right?
“Um, yeah, I got kinda turned around.” He tried for a casual chuckle. It did not sound casual. “I was wondering if you could just point me in the direction of my, um, ghost house.”
The ghost narrowed her eyes at him.
“Your... ghost … house.”
Shit.
She looked him up and down once before her eyes went up to his bandaged head again.
“Tell me something, Phantom,” she paused again to examine his face. She noticed the way his eyes seemed a bit unfocused, his face showing no signs he recognized her. “What’s my name?”
Yeah, he had no clue.
“Um. Debbie?”
The ghost sighed and brought her hand over her eyes. “Okay, why do I gotta deal with amnesiac Phantom.” She met his eyes again. “You don't live here, dipshit. You live with your stupid ghost hunter parents out there in the human realm.”
Now that didn't make sense.
“Wait, wait, wait. My mom just told me I live here. In the Zone.”
“Ugh, dude, I don't know what you want me to say. You literally stay out there in the human world all the time just cuz you can make yourself look human or something, then you get mad at us any time we try to do the same thing. It's so annoying.”
“Look human?”
“Ugh, yes!” The ghost was growing more frustrated. “You do that thing with the lights and the rings or whatever.”
“I have no idea how to do that.”
“Well, figure it out or something. That's probably the only way you’ll be able to go back home.”
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sober — choi hyunsuk
warnings: grammatical,swear words,mention of alcohol
words: 1.5k words
pairing: fem! reader + hyunsuk
notes: instead of mashi's imagines, i upload this instead hehe, i hope you guys enjoy this!!
"I love you y/n!”
Your eyebrow twisted, your heart stops for a moment when Hyunsuk suddenly confesses to you through the phone. But when you heard hiccups from his mouth, you knew he is drunk.
"Hyunsuk, you drun—"
"no y/n! I love you so much" he resists, you couldn't understand the words he said next because the alcohol he swallowed made his speak unclear.
You quietly hearing all of Hyunsuk’s stutter with a small smile appears on your face. You kinda enjoy this little moment of you and Hyunsuk. Both of you are university students but Hyunsuk keeps treat you as a little sister since your mother told him to keep an eye on you. As you grew, you realized you don't want Hyunsuk to treat you as a child, you want him to treat her as a woman or specifically her woman...
You kept this secret for like one whole year until Jihoon, caught you stared at hyunsuk with loving eyes. The muscular man keeps teasing you in front of Hyunsuk, which made you frustrated.
You remember that day where you all enjoyed partying at Jiwon’s sunbae house, some guy keeps flirting with you although you push him away, he didn't give up and keep bothering you all night even you ignored his annoying ass. the fully drunk guy becomes mad when you keep ignoring him, so he slapped your face and yelled at you for being 'hard to get bitch and secretly would love if he fucks her’ . His words making you felt humiliated and angry why would he yell that in front of people— no why he thinks you would like to do that nasty thing with him?
Before you could do anything to the drunk guy, Hyunsuk came after him and punch him on the face like twice? thrice? You didn't count since all the things happen too fast. After that, he dragged you out from the party, driving you to the nearest beach to comfort you. He knows you love the beach, that's why he brought you there. Hyunsuk keeps apologizing and blames himself for what happened but you insist, this is that crazy guy’s fault not him.
After that incident, Hyunsuk keeps himself close to you and treats you like a princess. You love being spoiled by Hyunsuk but you hate it when the realization hits you, that Hyunsuk may treat you like this because you are his best friend. You love him for protecting you and you love the idea of you guys being more than friends but you knew if you crossed the line, the relationship wouldn't be the same.
"I fucking love you!" Hyunsuk said for the second time
You sighed. what are the points of you saying this when you're not in your good mental state?
"hang up, and tell me this when you're sober" seconds later you heard the line finally ended. you sighed and put your phones down, glancing at the clock
1:48 am
Why did he drink tonight? is something bothering him?
You worry if hyunsuk is alone at the bar. you quickly dialed Jihoon’s number
"ugh what do you want?" he asked, he sounds so drunk too
"are you with hyunsuk?"
"yes, junkyu would send him home don't call me anymore" he hangs up
You scoff, you hate jihoon's cocky attitude when he is drunk. you laid on your bed, you already have a thought to cook hangover soup for hyunsuk tomorrow.
+.*
You pressed on Hyunsuk’s door password and enters the male's apartment. You frown when his apartment is too messy. You put the soup pot on the table and start cleaning the apartment. A wide smile appears on your face as you saw Hyunsuk sleeping soundly on his bed. You continue to clean the messy apartment and spray a lavender fragrance all over his house.
The smell of hangover soup successfully making Hyunsuk’s eyes open but not fully, when a sudden headache attacks him he closes his eyes tightly, bearing with the pain. He regrets agreed with Jihoon to drink yesterday. He slowly gets up from his bed and made his way to the living room, shocked when he saw you in his kitchen.
"oh, you're up! sit down, I already preheat this soup" you said and turn off the stove. You serve him the hangover soup with instant rice you got from the convenience store across from his apartment.
"I—thank you, how did you know that I'm drunk?" he asked, having no clue about what happens yesterday
"oh you called me"
Hyunsuk nodded, he smiles at you before eating his hangover soup. You relived when hyunsuk didn't remember what happened last night because it will be super awkward for both of you if he remembers last night's call. You bit your lips, of course, you feel sad for a little bit, he said I love you without a proper meaning.
+.*
Days later, things get back to normal, you didn't tell anyone about hyunsuk's sudden 'drunk confess' to you, and Hyunsuk didn't seem to remember anything of that night. Three of them (including Jihoon) enters the class in a gloomy mood, Monday morning sucks, Jihoon is already asleep on his table, Hyunsuk listens to his rap music through his AirPod, and you zoning out, didn't care less about your surrounding.
"y/n" your turns when you felt someone tapped your back, making Hyunsuk also turn his back
You smile when you saw Yunhyeong behind you. Yunhyeong is Jiwon’s friend, you and Yunhyeong get close since you learn how to cook from him.
"Oppa what are you doing here?" you asked
"can you follow me for a while? I need you to taste my new recipe" he said making you grinned, free food on Monday morning? Only a crazy person would turn down this offer
"what did he say?" Hyunsuk asked after Yunhyeong left their class, with unpleasant looks on his face while removing one of his AirPods from his ears
"he wants me to taste his new recipe" you answered and left Hyunsuk and Jihoon alone. Hyunsuk watches your body until you disappear, he sighs.
"new recipe my ass" he curses under her breath making Jihoon raised his head and smirk
"are you, perhaps jealous?" he asked, he didn't sleep, he only put his head on the table.
"what? me? no way!" he denied
"really? okay, so I want to confess to her" Jihoon said, giving hyunsuk a sly smile.
"what!? no Jihoon you can't" Hyunsuk warned, his sharp glance at Jihoon would cut something but not to Jihoon. He laughed and push Hyunsuk making him almost fell from his chair
"why? because you like her?" he asked
Hyunsuk gulped.
".... sort of"
Jihoon chuckled
"you idiot, she is not my type! I was just testing you" he said
"since you know, please keep this secret—"
"she already fucking knew hyunsuk"
Hyunsuk froze
How? how did you know? he kept this secret since the first time he met you. he didn't even tell Jihoon about this?
"you stupid drunk ass call her and confess to her" he explained, shaking his head at how stupid his best friend is
"did— how did she respond?" Hyunsuk asked
Jihoon shrugged
"he called me asked me if you're with me and I said yes and I hang up."
Hyunsuk sighed, how could he be so stupid?!
But you look normal the next day? you act as nothing happen or you keep this from him for not wanting to make both of them uncomfortable?
+.*
Lunchtime is a favorite time for Jihoon, he dragged you and Hyunsuk to the campus's canteen to eat his pizza.
"and now he left us after reunited with his pizza," you said, rolling your eyes at Jihoon.
"let's go Hyunsuk, we sit here" you dragged the boy to sit at the small table at the canteen. Hyunsuk’s silence making you feel a little uncomfortable. Did he sick? but he was fine this morning. He has never been this quiet
"Hyunsuk are you okay?" You asked, You raised your brows. Hyunsuk sighed and take a look at Jihoon who at the pizza corner, Jihoon would be there for a few minutes, enough for him to clear the misunderstanding between both of you.
"remember I drunk that night?" he asked
You slowly nodded, praying in your heart, for him to not remember anything
"I called you and—"
"oh! don't worry about that, I understand that you're drunk" you quickly cut Hyunsuk. You suddenly felt hot although you were under the big roof.
"no y/n, i-i've been falling in love with you since the first day we met"
You froze
He what?
"Hyunsuk..."
"I know, I know this is so sudden and I just want to clear the misunderstanding, the call, may confuse you, and I'm trying to clear that. I hope we still befriend after this" he said, too fast luckily you can catch all of the words that he said.
"I want to kiss you right now" you smiled, you couldn't hide how excited you are!
Hyunsuk giggled, not expecting this reaction from you.
"do it then"
You lean forward to kiss hyunsuk but Jihoon’s sudden appearance making both of you guys automatically distance yourself.
"how gross I have to be the third wheeler of this date" he rolled his eyes.
#treasure imagines#treasure scenario#choi hyunsuk#hyunsuk imagines#hyunsuk scenario#treasure hyunsuk
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Genshin Impact Prompt List
Made by yostresswritinggirl
Public Domain Post again! I made this because I realized that I haven't seen a drabble list that's compliant to the game's universe, however some of these lines can also be generalized! I will NOT write for this, I just made this for everyone who wants to try it out, and it was really fun to make! List is 103 lines long, go wild!
"You knew we were going to Dragonspine, now your ass is freezing."
"The milelith won't like this."
"The Knights of Favonius won't like this."
"The Fatui would have liked this."
"Is there perhaps a discount in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?"
"Sir/Ma'am, I'm gonna need to see your gliding license."
"The statue looks kinda hot."
"Where can I buy Fatui wear?"
"Where can I buy Abyss Mage wear?"
"It hurts I know, but have you eaten a raw Jueyen chili before?"
"Paimon is being stupid again."
"I don't think the Ruin Guard wants to be friends."
"In terms of Mora, we have Childe."
"They're turning you into a furry, it's concerning."
"Let me ask the stars— the stars said no."
"If we throw hard enough, we can probably hit Celestia."
"This is the sixth time I saw you fell off Barbatos' statue and it's getting concerning."
"You're telling me this feather will make me powerful?"
"It's been three months, when will you stop challenging the Oceanid?"
"That's pretty high, you think I'll die from that height?"
"Come on now, they're just taking a break..."
"Pick a god and start praying."
"I'd know that hair from anywhere!"
"So, about that economic crisis..."
"Hey, have you been to that 'perfume shop' before?"
"I actually don't drink tea."
"Does coffee even exist here?"
"Timmie's birds make the best Sweet Madame!"
"Olah!" [Hello in Hilichurlian]
"Hm, I wanna adopt one of those." "THOSE can kill you, by the way."
"Woah, cool weapon, can I have it?"
"Sir/Ma'am, this is strictly a no diving zone."
"I haven't seen green grass in ages..."
"Please answer honestly, is this genocide?"
"Never thought flower-picking would end up like this."
"This commission is not worth the mora it offers."
"There are no explicit laws against it, but this feels weirdly illegal."
"I don't think Katheryne wants to give me any more commissions."
"Nothing like a delicious Hilichurl camp-cooked meal!"
"So you're homeless?"
"Does being chased by guards count me in as a criminal?"
"This sign can't stop me, I don't understand Teyvat language!"
"I think I'm too stupid for this puzzle."
"How many artifacts do I have to get before I'm considered part of the Treasure Hoarders?"
"I need me a pocket Barbara."
"I know that cough from anywhere, that's definitely ____!"
"That bastard." "Yeah but which one?" "THE bastard."
"You know it actually doesn't taste that bad— *proceeds to vomit*"
"Since when was the last time you took a shower?"
"I'm pretty sure this is crossing borderline masochist territory."
"I don't like the sight of red snow."
"I don't think this is part of the prophecy."
"You ever look at something and think, how much Mora would that cost?"
"There's too many pretty wo/men around here."
"You have no idea how books can cause murder in this continent."
"You need a break, we all need a break, please take a break."
"My subordinates aren't home." "I'm on my way."
"May all the seven archons forgive me for what I'm about to do."
"I don't really know what's happening, but if it involves you, it's probably not good."
"You wouldn't want to anger the God of Contracts now, would you?"
"I'm gonna need a shot of fire-water for this..."
"You're telling me THIS is edible?"
"You're telling me S/HE'S not sus?!"
"You are dripping hella suspicious energy, maam/sir."
"God, I wanna be manhandled."
"I'm gonna climb that."
"Please don't climb that."
"I want to come out of this alive, thanks."
"You're too hot to be single, what is this sorcery?"
"You can't say aesthetic to everything."
"I'm from another world, these laws don't apply to me!"
"I'd appreciate it if you don't scream honeybun in public."
"Think of what _____ would say!" "They'd probably say I don't care."
"Would being an atheist prevent me from receiving a Vision?"
"Ewww, a (weapon) user?"
"I'm gonna need you to do social distancing, about 100 meters away from me."
"Where's a restraining order when you need one?"
"Ohh." "Ohh?" "Rock." "Rock?" "Shiny rock."
"I would like to dedicate this song to my dearest friend." *screams*
"Awwe, you scared them away." "I think you did that yourself."
"I can hear them, the Gods." "What do they say?" "That you need to shut up."
"I wonder how it's like to be eaten whole by a slime."
"I don't think bandages is an appropriate date attire."
"There's this annoying pain at my side. My right side. Right next to me. This pain right here."
"How can one be THIS broke?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but s/he's right for once."
"This nation sucks, I'm leaving."
"You can't arrest me, this is the City of Freedom!"
"I can't even pick a meal myself and now you're making me choose between these hot wo/men?!"
"In my world, we call this a not-poggers moment."
"I never knew fishing could be competitive."
"You're too cold for your Vision."
"You're too hot for your Vision."
"Ugh, why can't this happen on a Sunday?"
"Which innocent bystander did you steal this from?"
"This team needs a power cheer."
"I'm so mad, I'd fight gods!"
"That Hilichurl is looking at me not nicely."
"THIS is why you're under MY supervision."
"There's a thing called ignorance and you're abusing the heck outta it."
"No amount of painkillers can relieve me from the headache that is you."
"And you said we're just here to PICK flowers."
"I know where this is going, and it's going somewhere I don't like."
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact drabbles#genshin impact imagines#exile.circlet#no idea what to put#oh yeah#public domain
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Accidentally in Love (Hawks x Civilian reader) Pt. 1
Trigger warning: depressive thoughts, mention of hospital and severe injury. Some angsty bits, but it will get fluffier later.
The blaring alarm wakes you up with a groan. "Another day….another day." You sigh as you sit up in a twin bed. "Oh, right...I stayed over at Rika's place. Ugh I hope I didn't do anything stupid in front of her and her husband." You rub your face, feeling the build up of oils from the long hours of stress you endured at work. Not to mention the slight hangover from last night. You get up to shower and get ready for work. You stare into the mirror as you brush your damp locks out. "What am I even doing?" The question has been weighing heavily in your mind for weeks now. You managed to land the job of your dreams, that's what you kept telling yourself at least. Your last real relationship was over 2 years ago, and you aren't even sure what you want to do now. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and go down to the kitchen, "Rika?" No response.
You spot a note left for you on the counter, 'sorry emergency at the clinic. I'll see you at Fumiko's party next week. Please be careful on your way to work. -Rika p.s. there are painkillers and a bento for your lunch in the fridge.''
You smile full of gratitude, "she is too nice, I owe her one." You grab the bento and pocket the painkillers for later. Opting out of breakfast to go grab a can of coffee and get an early start to your work day. As you walk to the usual convenience store, a ruckus can be heard around the corner. "Nope, not my problem." You enter the store and get your go to brand of coffee: WAX coffee. You pay for the drink and cautiously walk back out into the streets, the sounds from earlier are still going. "Figured they would've dealt with that by now. I can't get to work at this rate…” You don’t exactly have a useful quirk outside your job. You can use threads and fibers nearby, whether they come from existing clothes or unused spools and weave them together to create cloth. You were like a human sewing machine, handy in a quilting store, not so handy in a crisis. As you weigh your options a sudden shockwave ripples through the air. You manage to keep your balance, but you don’t see the body plummeting towards you before they slam into you. Your head hits the concrete and you black out for a few moments.
“Hey kid, you okay?” You can hear a muffled voice speaking to you. The ringing in your ears and the stars in your eyes make it hard to discern the owner. “Kid, how many fingers am I holding up?”
“Blevinteen?” You can barely hold your head up as you look around to get your bearings. You see your unopened can of coffee and reach for it.
Another shockwave ripples by and you feel like you are gonna be sick. “Shit!” The stranger throws you over their shoulder and takes off. Once you are a safer distance away they carefully sit you on the ground. “Don’t move, medics should be here soon and they will take care of you.” The blurry visage of wings is all you can make out as your consciousness wanes. You give into the heavy pull of your eyelids, oblivious to the ongoing battle.
When you finally come to, you are in the hospital with a throbbing headache and some extra wounds you don’t recall having last time you checked. “Where?” You look around to see your friend who works as an EMT standing by your bed.
“Thank God you’re awake!” Fumiko flings her arms around your neck. “When they retrieved you from the rubble I was so worried!”
“Fumi, Imma need you to take it down about 2 notches…” you hold your head to emphasize the reason.
“Right, sorry, I just…” she sniffles and wipes her cheeks with a handkerchief. “You’ve been in a coma for a week.”
“A weEK?! Your voice cracks and you end up sending yourself into a coughing fit. She helps you to sit up to make it a little easier to clear your air way. “How? What even happened?!”
Your friend pulls up a chair and starts to fill you in on the last seven days. A horrible villain attack took place near the convenient store you always visit. The attack was small to start, but it quickly escalated to the point that buildings were destroyed. One of the said buildings collapsed on top of you.
“Wait, I wasn’t in a building when it happened…” You couldn’t quite remember everything from that day, but you distinctly recall someone flying into you and reaching for your coffee can.
“Doesn’t matter, even if you were just in the street you were stuck. The Heroes worked as fast as they could to get everyone out of the disaster zone.”
“Damn…” You feel the weight of the situation hit you and you check yourself under the blanket. Your friend bows her head to avoid seeing your expression. “Fumi...where’s my foot?”
“It...it was already gone when they recovered you…” You drop the blanket, you feel what was left of the color drain from your face. “The doctor said they can fit you for a prosthetic if you want one, but…”
“What?” Fumi bites her lip, “what else did they find?!”
“You have a spinal injury, it’s not a complete one so there is hope to walk again, but for now...you are paralyzed from the waist down.” You feel everything go numb, you’ve lost a foot, you're paralyzed, and you’ve lost 7 days to a coma. “I’m so sorry [y/n],” she wraps her arms around you, but there is no warmth to be felt. Your life wasn’t exactly whole to begin with, but now it feels like it’s shattered completely.
Shortly after filling you in, Fumi has to return to work, she was just checking on you during her break. It gives you alone time to process everything. As you stare out your window a thought occurs to you, who was it that crashed into you? You focus hard on the fuzzy image, the only discernible detail was the red, wing like appendages. You didn’t really follow the news or trends of pro-heroes, so you were honestly clueless as to who the mystery man was. A doctor eventually comes in to check on you and record your vitals. They discuss treatment options and a guesstimate to how long you would need to stay in the hospital. Your job was essentially forfeit for the duration of your recovery, if the place was even still standing. For the time being they advise you to rest and recover your strength before the more rigorous treatment started. You consent to the plan and are ready to settle in for a nap when the nurse assisting the doctor remembers something.
“[Preferred pronoun], this was left for you at the front desk.” She hands you a slightly damaged can of coffee with a note attached.
“Thank you,” you murmur as you pull off the note to read it.
‘Hey there kid, sorry for literally crash-landing into you and leaving you in such a dangerous area like that. I honestly thought I had you far enough away from the fight, obviously I was wrong. I wanted to visit you in person, but they said you weren’t awake yet. I’ll try again some other time, hang in there. -Hawks’ Your brows shoot up in surprise, a pro-hero wants to visit you? Probably a courtesy thing, maybe even a PR stunt, yet you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest. You flip the little paper over to find an addendum ‘by the way, you have great taste in coffee. I’ll be sure to bring you some more, if the staff will allow it.’ A little winky face is drawn on as well. It makes you smile, it hurts because your lips are seriously chapped, but you don’t mind. If nothing else, you might get a free coffee from this Hawks fella.
#reader insert#hawks x reader#keigo x reader#keigo takami#pro hero hawks#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#angst#going to get fluffly#long shot#tw: hospital#tw: depression#tw: severe injury#part 1 of 6
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Could I request a Shinso x reader fluff imagine? Maybe something along the lines of him and reader being in the hero course together and a year or two after graduating they see each other again and reader admits her affection for him even after that long away from each other? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Thank you so much for requesting!!! 💕 I had so much fun writing this that I wrote it all in one sitting. I’m pretty happy with the results and I hope you enjoy it!
Belated Confessions
Pairing: Shinsou x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Like one curse word?
Genre: Fluff
After three years of vigorous training and studying, you along with the rest of your classmates were finally graduating from U.A. High School.
You couldn’t be happier. Your time at high school had been anything but peaceful, what with constantly being targeted by villains and all, but it was all worth it. Soon, you and your friends would become real heroes who’d go out into the world and stop bad guys.
For now, you’d enjoy the graduation party Momo had been kind enough to host at her mansion house. The party doubled as a farewell party since some of your friends had chosen agencies in far away parts of Japan, or even other countries.
One of those people was your close friend and long term crush, Shinsou Hitoshi. The two of you had become fast friends after he joined the hero course in your second year. You bonded over your aspirations as heroes and love of all things cats.
Over the course of your friendship, you’d developed an almost embarrassingly large crush on the indigo haired boy. You planned to tell him as much tonight.
After much convincing from Mina and the other girls, you’d decided tonight would be the night in which you confessed your feelings to him. It could very well be your last chance to secure a future with him in it.
This is why, instead of being inside of Momo’s lavish house celebrating with the rest of your friends, you were outside in Momo’s garden walking through the gravel pathway with Shinsou at your side.
Mina had insisted it would be the perfect place for you to confess, saying the garden had a romantic aura to it. She wasn’t wrong, especially during the night time.
The full moon shone above you, casting a bluish light on the two of you. Stars were splattered over the night sky, twinkling faintly.
They were beautiful, yes, but not nearly as beautiful as the boy next to you.
Realizing you’d been quiet for too long, you took a deep breath, remembering all the pointers the girls had given you.
“So,” you started softly, “how do you feel about moving somewhere else? It must be nerve-wracking.”
“Yeah, I guess I’m a little nervous,” he said scratching the back of his neck, “I’m gonna miss a lot of things from here.”
“What are you going to miss the most?” You inquired, looking at him in the eye as if trying to tell you hoped he said ‘you’.
Instead, he said, “My friends. It’s gonna be hard to stay in touch with everyone. We’re all going our separate ways.”
You froze in your tracks. You hadn’t thought about that.
It was going to be hard to stay in contact with everyone, with everyone starting their new careers. You knew that. What you hadn’t accounted for was the distance. He was gonna be on the other side of the world. It would be difficult to maintain normal relationships, romantic ones would be near impossible.
What if you confessed and he rejected you because of it?
Even worse, what if you confessed to him and he returned your feelings, only to break up because of the distance? You knew what they said about long-distance relationships, they almost never worked out. You could break up and lose him entirely.
Were you willing to take that risk?
He slowed to a halt once he realized you had stopped walking. He looked at you, concern clear as day in his mesmerizing purple eyes.
No. You weren’t.
“Are you okay?” He asked, searching your face for any clues as to why you were suddenly so distressed.
“Yeah, everything’s totally fine,” you assured him, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m just a little cold. We should probably get back to the party.”
He seemed nowhere near convinced by your, admittedly, sloppy excuse but agreed nonetheless.
When you got back to the house, he was called over by Kaminari, who was debating with Sero whether or not he would get electrocuted if he stuck a fork into a socket.
Once he was out of earshot, Mina walked up to you. The huge, rather teasing, grin she wore melted away once she got a good look at the expression on your face.
“You didn’t tell him,” it was a statement, not a question but you nodded anyways, “Why?”
“Because he’s moving away and I don’t want to risk losing him as a friend,” you explained, shuffling one shoe a bit against the carpet.
“Ugh, That’s so stupid! You two were made for each other,” she whined, causing you to roll your eyes at your pink friend.
“If we’re ‘meant for each other’ then it’ll happen eventually,” you countered, patting your distressed friend’s back.
——-0——
Two years have passed since graduation. During that period of time, you’d created quite the name for yourself amongst the hero community. You were nowhere near the top ranks yet but you were rather proud of the progress you’d achieved in such a short time.
You loved your job more than anything. Sure, the paperwork sucked and the hours were crazy, but it was so worth it. You got to save people and make a difference in your community. It was truly fulfilling.
That being said, you were currently rethinking your life choices.
You’d been patrolling for what felt like forever. Today had felt especially busy, with villains causing trouble left and right. They were low-level thugs really, nothing life-threatening, but boy did they cause a hassle.
When you got back to the agency, you were tired and sore, not to mention hungry. You wanted nothing more than to go home, change into the comfiest clothes you owned, and get some food that wasn’t a quick convenience store snack in your system.
Only instead, you had piles of paperwork to fill out.
You finished well after 5 p.m. Once you did, you wholeheartedly refused to cook something, opting instead to visit the Cafe near the agency.
It had great food and the owners let their pet cats roam around the place. You and Shinsou would often frequent it back in high school to spend time with the cats on weekends.
Thinking of Shinsou, you couldn’t help but miss him terribly. You kept in contact as best as you could, with your busy schedules and conflicting time zones, but you’d drifted away. It was nobody's fault, really, circumstance was really just a bitch.
You’d tried to get over him by going out with other people but it never worked out. Sometimes they just couldn’t seem to handle your hectic career, other times they didn’t get your sense of humor. Most of the time they just weren’t enough like a certain someone.
You entered the cafe, a dinging noise announcing your presence. You went up to the counter, ordered your food, and then plopped into what used to be your usual booth back in the day.
Your favorite cat, Mochi, a tortoiseshell and white cat jumped up to the table, demanding your attention. You smiled tiredly, giving her the pats she so greatly desired.
“You have it easy Mochi,” you told her, “All you have to do all day is be adorable. I have to chase around smelly old villains.”
“That’s true,” a very not cat, very familiar voice said, “but somehow I can’t help but think that your life is much more interesting than hers.”
You whipped your head around only to be face to face with Shinsou. He hadn’t changed much after two years. His hair was crazy as ever, indigo locks shooting all over the place and he still had his trademark dark circles under his eyes. He definitely had more muscle though, showing that his time working outside the country had paid off.
“I don’t know about that, Mochi here sees a lot of people every day,” you joked, breaking out in a grin. You stood up, much to Mochi’s displeasure, to pull Shinsou into a bone-crushing hug. After probably a little more time than strictly necessary, you let go, looking up at him. He seemed taller than he had been last time…
“You didn’t tell me you were back in Japan!” You exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger his way. You sat back down, motioning for him to take a seat on the other side of the table.
“I wasn’t planning on telling anyone until I was settled into my new place. We both know Kaminari is gonna drag me into the nearest night club the moment I do,” he explained, sitting down and rubbing the cat's ears affectionately.
“You’re moving back to Japan? That’s amazing!” You were sure you were practically glowing right now, radiating pure, unadulterated happiness.
The two of you talked about everything and anything. From his life abroad to the new agency he’d be working at to how all your classmates were nowadays. There was never a lull in the conversation, both of you happy to be in each other’s presence after so long.
Eventually, the two of you had to leave, since the cafe was closing for the night. So, after petting all the cat's goodbye, both of you exited the building.
Your apartment was very close by but Shinsou insisted on walking you home. You agreed since neither of you was quite ready to say goodbye to one another quite yet.
“I gotta ask,” you started, “how come you came back? Did you not like it there?”
“It was fine. There was just something, someone, missing. It didn’t feel like home,” he sounded almost bashful and maybe it was a trick of the streetlights shining dimly above you, but you could’ve sworn he was blushing.
After that, the two of you walked in comfortable silence for a bit.
Something about the atmosphere reminded you so much of the night of the graduation party two years back. Maybe it was how you were once again walking side by side under the moon and stars or maybe it was because for the first time in two years you felt butterflies in your stomach.
“You know back in high school I had the biggest crush on you ever,” you blurted out once you stopped at your building’s entrance. You were mortified. Why would you just say that?
“Oh,” was all he said after a beat of silence.
“Yeah,” you said, “I was gonna tell you during the party. Ask you out and stuff. But then...I didn’t.”
You might as well tell him everything. Maybe now you could finally move on, try seeing other people without wondering about the ‘what if’s.
“I would’ve said yes. I- uh- I still would, actually,” if he wasn’t blushing back then, he was definitely blushing now. Then again, you probably looked much more flustered than he did right now.
With your heart beating a mile a minute, you asked, rather shyly, “Do you maybe wanna go out sometime?”
“I’d love to.”
You both stood there for a minute, looking at each other like lovesick fools, fully content.
“I should get going,” said, snapping out of his slight daze, “it’s getting pretty late. I’m sure you have work tomorrow.”
He moved to leave but before he could, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. He looked at you questioningly but you just smiled, getting a bit on your tippy-toes for a long-overdue kiss.
Somewhere else in Japan, Mina’s romance senses were tingling
Tags: @wesparklebitch
#bnhabookclub#shinsou x reader#shinsou hitoshi x reader#hitoshi x reader#hitoshi shinsou x reader#shinsou#hitoshi#shinsou hitoshi#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#bnha fluff#mha fluff#patt’s creations
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Princess Prom Aftermath
The missing scene where Glimmer and Bow get separated after they get captured at Princess Prom
Bow’s eyes blinked open slowly. His vision was blurry, his head foggy, and his body felt heavy like lead. A quiet groan escaped his lips before he shut his eyes tightly to see if that would help. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was the dark metal floor moving beneath him. He was confused at first but as he started regaining his senses he became aware of the acrid smell in the air, the sound of machinery whirling and the feeling of his arms being held tightly behind his back as he was dragged forward. He blinked rapidly as his breath picked up trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he could remember clearly was going to find his cummerbund after his argument with Glimmer. However, as soon as he had walked out of the hall, he felt a stinging pain in his lower back and then everything went dark.
His heart was still pounding by the time he’d gained feeling in the rest of limbs, but he slowly calmed his breathing, kept his body limp and his head down as he discreetly surveyed his surroundings. From what he could see, it was clear that he was no longer in the Kingdom of Snows. Instead of beautiful but cold ice walls, he was surrounded by ugly metal walls illuminated by harsh green lighting. At his sides were a tall, green-skinned lizard man and a dark-skinned girl with dreads, restraining his arms as they hauled him along. He could vaguely recall his first encounter with them on the mission to recruit Mermista into the Rebellion when the Horde had attacked the Sea Gate. His best guess was that he was in the Fright Zone.
His stomach dropped as his gut was filled with dread. He was starting to have trouble keeping his breathing under control. He had never seriously entertained the possibility of ever being captured by the Horde. Sure, he’d been in danger before, but things had never felt as dire or uncertain as they were now. With the rules set in place at princess prom this was last thing he expected to happen. He couldn’t imagine what they’d do to him now that he was within their grasp. Would they torture him for information? Kill him out right. He wondered whether his friends would be able to rescue him before it was too late. If he died, his friends would be devastated. Adora would blame herself and Angella and Glimmer would probably take it the hardest considering they had lost King Micha the same way. Then there was his family. His dads… his dads didn’t even know he was fighting for the Rebellion. If he didn’t make it, they would never know what happened him. It would be like he’d just disappeared. His heart broke at the very thought. His spiraling descent into depression was interrupted, however, by a soft murmuring sound behind him in a voice that caused his heart to sink even further.
“Wha- Bow.”
He gasped and his eyes widened in shock. What was she doing here? he thought. He couldn’t believe they had gotten her too. “Glimmer!” he shouted back. Getting his feet under him, he glanced back to see his best friend being dragged along behind him by the white-haired scorpion woman who threw him off that Horde battleship in Salineas. His friend’s eyes were glazed over but they were rapidly clearing up.
“Bow?!” she gasped. Then she started fighting her captor furiously as she lunged toward him. “Bow! Let him go!” “Whoa, hey!” Scorpia exclaimed while trying to keep a hold of her fellow princess. Shouting furiously Glimmer disappeared in a cloud of her signature sparkles and reappeared beside Bow’s captors. She tossed a blinding ball of glittery magic into each of their faces to distract them. At the shouting Catra, who’d been carrying Adora’s sword, turned around and ran quickly back towards them. Bow yanked his arm out of one of his captor’s grasp, ripping his sleeve off in the process, and reached out towards his friend. Just as Glimmer was about to grasp his out-stretched hand, Catra tackled her to the ground but not before tossing the sword to Scorpia.
“I don’t think so princess,” Catra taunted as she made to restrain her.
“Ugh! Get off me!” Glimmer shouted. The two of them grappled with each other heatedly trying to get the upper hand. Glimmer’s dress started accumulating rips and tears from how hard she tried fighting the cat girl off. She even tried teleporting a few times to get some distance but refused to move too far away from her friend. Unfortunately, Catra was too fast, being able to remain nearly on top of her the whole time. Bow was in a similar predicament as he too fought furiously against tough odds as he struggled with two strong opponents to reach his friend.
“Keep them apart. Don’t let them anywhere near each other,” Catra ordered. While the two were distracted Scorpia was able to sound an alarm that brought soldiers running. Just as Glimmer teleported to a new location a Horde soldier was able to get behind her and shock her harshly with a stun baton. The princess cried out in pain before collapsing to the ground unconscious.
“Glimmer!” Bow shouted in panic before being forced to the ground with his arms wrenched behind his back. As his arms were cuffed together, he watched as their captor’s did the same to his friend.
“Take the boy to one of the holding cells,” Catra said as she straightened her rumpled suit. “Take the Princess to Shadow Weaver, she’ll know how to neutralize her indefinitely.”
“What? NO!” Bow shouted frantically. He tried fighting again even though he knew it was futile. “Don’t do this! You can’t separate us like this! Let her go! Glimmer!” She didn’t even stir as they were both roughly dragged away from each other.
He couldn’t believe how horribly things had gone. All he’d wanted was to have a good time at a fancy party with his friends. Instead, they barely spent any time together, he spent the whole evening telling the same stupid joke, got into a fight with his best friend, and got captured by the Horde. He should’ve just gone with Glimmer. Then they would have never gotten separated. They wouldn’t have fought. They wouldn’t have gotten captured. This wouldn’t (possibly) be the last time he ever saw his best friend again.
Here’s the post that inspired this fic
https://tippenfunkaport.tumblr.com/post/626114706137055232/you-ever-just-sit-around-and-think-about-how-when
Shout out to @tippenfunkaport. You’re amazing! This is my first fanfic post ever and it’s all thanks to you.
#glimbow#glimmer#bow#catra#scorpia#lonnie#rogelio#kyle#shera and the princesses of power#spop#she ra#shera#princess prom#no princess left behind#first fanfic
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will you do an imagine with 14/17/19 from the prompt list? love your imagines and just want to say you seem super sweet (:
of course love!💖 thank you so much and I'm sorry it took so long!!! I seem to have gotten into the habit of half writing everything i rly need to stop that😭
word count: 785
Don’t want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck // Jeff Wittek
Excessive drinks and the multiple shots taken with Zane landed you in the current predicament.
You zone in and out of conversation with your blonde friend, Corinna just rambling on about her current boyfriend in a drunken stupor.
‘He just...ugh he drives me crazy you know?' She groans and you swallow, watching a brown haired man laughing across from you in the VIP booth.
'Trust me, I know' you respond, speech emphasised and slurred.
Jeff has been avoiding you while your thoughts have been circulating solely around him ever since earlier that night.
You didn't know what to make of the kiss. It was all for a stupid game, you reason with yourself, mind flashing back to the tipsy round of spin the bottle David encouraged for some footage before your group left for the bar.
Neither of you excepted the rush of feelings which slapped you seemingly out of nowhere in the act.
He was so close yet a painful distance away, the alcohol in your system making it seem like a bigger issue than it was.
Jeff finally noticing your obvious staring, observing in return, skin prickling at the intense look he didn't really mind.
You looked good, too good and suddenly your friends and the table separating the pair of you was frustrating him beyond words.
‘This is my song!! Let's go" Natalie screamed grabbing you and others around, he could've kissed her there and then in thanks.
His hands wrap around your waist on the dance floor before any of the drunk strangers could take their opportunity.
You don't question it, falling into his tall body comfortably.
Jeff's hands slithered lower around your back at some point, fingers grasping at your bum causing yourself to raise your eyebrows and eye him, his focus solely on your corresponding movements.
He only shrugs innocently, leaning in "wanted to make sure that blondie by the bar got the hint" his lips grazed against your earlobe.
‘When did you get so possessive?’ You tease in reply, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close, neither caring about the grins and looks you keep receiving from the others.
Jeff raised an eyebrow "you don't know what you do to me, do you?" His words were emphasised by a teasing pull at the strap of your dress.
You swallow, lost on how to respond to his confession. He continues, 'god, you're so fuckin' cute'.
Your drunk smile widens at the compliment, contagious enough to pull his own.
'Doll I- about what happened at Dav-'
‘guys! We are going to a strip club' Todd's decoration interrupts his stream of thought, arms wrapping around the pair of you obliviously.
Your distaste is obvious, nose scrunching up as you refuse, 'yeaaah, no I think I'm good' you decide.
'Actually, I'm going to take y/n back, she doesn't feel too good' Jeff offers, quickly joining in your rejection of the plans.
‘Oh...OH okay, I see you two' Toddy stumbles, winking obnoxiously at the pair of you.
You say your goodbyes outside and grab a cab in the opposite direction to your friends.
'What were you saying earlier?' You ask, scooting impossibly closer to the man in the backseat.
‘I...’he stares, admiring the tipsy glow adorning your pretty features.
Jeff wraps his hand around your thigh, ‘I really enjoyed kissing you. Been wanting' to again all night princess" he confesses, swallowing any worries.
‘You should have, would've kissed you back you know" your softer hands play with the zipper of his jacket, words honest.
'I want to feel like this forever' you continue, the two of you candidly looking the other in the eyes.
You realised it at some point earlier in the night when you kept gravitating towards each other, every advance attempted by a random hot stranger towards either going unreturned.
The rest of the drive to your apartment was spent in silence. He grasps your hand upon entering the elevator.
'You wanna come in?" your voice is nervous as you stand outside the front door. Jeff hesitates, 'I'm...I should head back, you have an early flight tomorrow right?" he bit his lip at your frown.
The door closing behind your lonely frame.
Have you read the signs wrong? The stressing is put on pause at the rushed knock on the door you were still leaning against.
Jeff stood on the other side, "Jeff? Wha-" "I'm going to kiss you now" he states, somehow out of breath.
This time, he doesn't hesitate, doesn't pull away to the distracting cheers and hollers of your friends, instead, he can finally focus on the thunderstorm wagering inside his chest. I want to feel like this forever, you think to yourself once again.
#jeff wittek#jeff wittek imagine#angels💓#thank u my love!!! hope u like it💕#jeff wittek x reader#jeff wittek fanfiction
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Sinners Prayer
Summary: Dutch has asked you and Micah to tag along for the evening at the Mayor's party, but the catch is that you two have to go as a pretend married couple.
Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader
Word Count: 6557
Rating: SFW
Tags: Friends to lovers, Strangers to lovers, Fake relationship/marriage, Saint Denis, Shady Belle, Party, Dress up, Formalwear, Slow burn, First kiss, Flirting.
Notes: God I LOVED writing this, which is why it's sooooo long. I've had this fic idea lingering in my head for months now as I'm a sucker for the whole fake couple/marriage trope, but it feels so good to finally write this<3
Obsessed is a strong word to use, especially when it's relating to a stranger. But maybe it was the right word because you found yourself swooning over this man over and over, despite barely ever speaking to him. You were in the same camp, sure, but that didn't mean much apart from sometimes riding by his side during a mission, or sitting on the same log as him at the campfire. You'd exchanged few words and you somewhat hoped it'd stay that way, knowing exactly the kind of man he was.
Was this secret obsession something to do with past trauma? your previous encounter with a toxic man that you thought you'd gotten over? or was Micah really just meant to be yours?
But seriously... Micah. Micah Bell. Micah Bell the third, in fact, because somehow his shitty family had managed to breed more than once.
You want to feel sick every time you see him, you really do, just like everybody else in existence does, but you find yourself gazing at him from the other side of camp every single day, so drawn to various little bits of him.
There's the scar on his chin, the one that starts at his split lip, and you're curious as to how he got it, but not as curious as to if you'd be able to feel it when you press your lips against his. You try to tell yourself that his facial hair is stupid, but he always keeps it so neat and clean, and you can't help but wonder what that 'stache would feel like brushing over your thighs as he kissed along them. And his hair, his scraggy shoulder-length hair, the dirty blonde locks that you just want to run your fingers along and grip onto if you had the chance to ride him.
You're doing it again.
You give your head a little shake as you snap out of your daydream, straightening your back and taking a swig of your drink. It's late, and you're enjoying a beer before bed after finishing your shift on guard duty. Micah's sat at his usual space by the campfire in your line of view, and thankfully you haven't zoned out staring at him else, well, that'd be embarrassing.
Micah also seems zoned out, staring at the fire with his hands dangling freely down his sides, one ankle crossed over the other. He lets out a sigh and rolls his head back, staring up at the stars before looking over at you.
Oh shit.
You quickly look away, taking another sip from your drink. You can feel Micah's gaze still on you, but when you do finally peek over, he's back to staring at the fire.
You've accidentally met his gaze a few times before, a mix of you meeting his, and him meeting yours. At least it wasn't always you staring at him, he seems to have an interest in you too, though the two of you rarely ever interacted. Micah had, for some reason, kept his distance from you, despite his blatant and poor attempts of flirting with other women of the camp. Maybe you just weren't his type? But then why would he always stare at you?
Your beer is finally finished and you turn in for the night, following your nightly routine and climbing under your blankets, only to stare at the tent walls and think about Micah.
Ugh. That man, if you can even call him one.
You're a sinner, just like the rest of this crazy bunch that you run with, but it seems whatever Gods float about in the sky continue to ignore your prayers, despite them being desperate.
Please, please can they just stop this attraction to him? Please. There were so many better men out there, a handful of which you run with, but you find yourself worryingly obsessed with this foul man, yet you can't seem to stop it.
You roll onto your side, letting your eyes fall shut and as always, drift to sleep with the hopes that you won't be obsessed when morning comes.
Morning does come, and oh boy, does it hit you hard.
Dutch was quick to call you upstairs to the balcony by his room, telling you to finish your breakfast first, but hurry up as soon as possible.
"It's a party," Dutch tells you. "The mayors' party," Dutch smirks, raising his hands as if he was waiting for you to jump with joy.
"And...?" you question.
"Well. I've picked a fine bunch to tag alongside me, but I'm asking you specifically to help with a special task. Myself, Hosea, Arthur, and Bill will be mingling as singles, but we need a couple to go. We need a couple to weave their way in there with all the others and see what they can find. Maybe get invited to some fancy private getaway or... whatever it is those upper-class city folk do in their free time," Dutch explains, speaking with his hands as always.
"Dutch," you laugh. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm unfortunately single," you tell him as you shake your head.
"I know, just like the rest of camp, but I'll make suitable arrangements for you, my dear," Dutch replies.
"What about John and Abigail?" you ask, the only couple that springs to mind.
"I wouldn't dare ask them, not after that whole fiasco that happened with our dear boy Jack," Dutch says as he shakes his head. "You can say no if you want to, but I could really do with this."
You let out a sigh but then ask "what arrangements are you thinking?"
"Well..." Dutch begins. "I wanted you to be a part of this job to begin with, I knew that as a fact. You've got a good charm and I've seen you gussy up folks before. You know exactly what you're doing, and I need that strength right now," Dutch compliments, though his tone of voice and the way his eyes begin to avoid yours makes you fear for the worst.
"Trelawny's going to take you into the city to pick out a dress for you, the women have already said they'll help get you ready for the party-"
"Dutch. Who am I going with?" you cut him off, noticing the way he's avoiding the elephant in the room.
"I put a lot of thought into this, ___. I really have. I've gone through all the members of the camp-"
"Dutch," you sigh as you cut him off again. "Just tell me."
"Micah," Dutch says as his eyes meet yours. "Like I said, you can say no if you'd like. I just know the two of you would be able to make this work, and I could really do with this," he explains.
"Have you already asked him?" you question.
"I have, and he said he's happy with it if you're happy with it," Dutch tells you as he watches your expressions and body language, though you surprise him as you show no signs of discomfort.
"Alright, I'll do it," you shrug.
"Thank you, my dear," Dutch grins as he places a hand on your shoulder. "It's this evening. Trelawny will be waiting for you outside the tailors in Saint Denis, and make sure you're ready a little early. I want time to run through the plan before we set off."
The Gods were definitely mocking you at this point, sat up there on their high horses, laughing and pointing down at you as they continued to worsen your situation. Really? A party with posh folk? And you have to pretend to be a couple with Micah? You barely know him for starters. What if you two really weren't meant to get along? The last thing you wanted to do was cause a scene after Dutch had asked you so kindly to go in there and fish out information for him.
Trelawny seemed in his usual cheery mood when you met him, helping you pick out something nice. Honestly, the dress is gorgeous, and you feel beautiful wearing it. You have no problem playing dress up, sometimes secretly looking forward to it as you rarely get an occasion to wear something other than your usual attire.
The women shower you with compliments as they help do your makeup, picking out some nice matching jewelry that compliments your facial features, along with a pretty necklace that seemed to draw even more attention to your cleavage. You haven't worn a corset in a while, and the sight of your boobs bulging up against your chest was clearly meant to be a distraction to try and lore out some weaker men. Maybe Micah would end up dragging them off to the side, only to knock their lights out and loot them for "looking at my woman!"
Ugh. Your stomach hadn't stopped turning like a stormy sea the second Dutch had told you who you were going with. You hadn't seen Micah around the camp all afternoon, probably mentally preparing himself for whatever shit-show that was about to happen.
Well, you were ready.
Mary-Beth was quick to run out of the house and draw everybody's attention, attempting to give you some kind of grand reveal, as if the camp had never seen you in a dress before. They have, but this was the fanciest you'd ever worn; with your hair up in a do that took all afternoon to keep in place, and jewels that perfectly matched the shade of your makeup.
"She's ready!" Mary-Beth squealed, attracting the attention of Dutch and Arthur as they lingered over, the rest of the camp perking up their ears and eyes. "Now, you better all flatter her 'cause she seems a little shy, and we spent all afternoon helpin' get her ready, but-"
"Mary-Beth, please," you sigh as you exit the house, not wanting the grand entrance that she would want. There's still a mix of oo's and aah's throughout the camp, and Susan is quick to rush over and take your hands in hers, looking like she's about to cry.
"My dear, you look so wonderful," Susan tells you.
"Thank you, Miss Grimshaw," you reply as you give her hand a little squeeze.
"She's right, ___. Trelawny and our women have excellent taste. Thank you, all of you," Dutch tells them as he speaks to the camp, then turning back to you. "Are you ready, dear?" he asks.
"Physically, yes. Mentally, no," you joke, though you're serious.
"Well, it'll have to do," Dutch nods.
"My my," a dreaded voice calls out. Micah's approaching, stopping just beside Dutch as he speaks to you. "Ain't no way you can go the party like that, sweetheart. You're gonna knock 'em all dead with them pretty looks of yours," Micah compliments.
Your stomach begins to turn again, though you begin to question if you should curse the gods or thank them, because the sight of Micah in a tux is one you could get used to. He's dressed like the other men, a smart black tux with a white shirt and bowtie. He's clearly had a bath, as his hair looks the cleanest you've ever seen it, nearly bunched into a low ponytail with a few loose strands shaping his face. Micah always keeps his facial hair clean, but it's freshly trimmed and perfectly shaped just underneath his jaw.
You notice Arthur already glaring at him in the corner of your eye. Why Dutch didn't ask Arthur to go with you was beyond your knowledge, but something tells you he has a deeper reason behind picking the two of you to go together.
"Thank you, Mister Bell," you softly reply as your eyes meet his.
"Guess that makes you Mrs. Bell for this evening," Micah smiles. "Don't it, Dutch?" he asks as his eyes quickly turn to Dutch's.
"It does! Now, let's all get going before we're even later than we already are. I'll go over the plan on the way there," Dutch huffs as he waves his gloved hands about, hurrying everybody along to the stagecoach that was waiting.
You're about to walk off, but Micah's sudden movement catches your eye. He offers you his hand. "Gotta look the part, darlin'," he tells you.
"Oh! I just remembered!" Micah says as he suddenly moves his hand away, reaching into his pocket to fish out a pair of gold wedding rings that he no doubt had stolen recently, specifically for this event.
"May I?" Micah asks, holding out his hand again. You take it, your soft palms gently settling in rough ones. He flashes you another smile, then flicks his eyes down to focus sliding the wedding ring onto your finger. The sight of that alone is enough to make your knees go weak, but you try your hardest not to pass out, and thankfully Micah doesn't seem to notice how lovesick you're feeling.
The ring is only slightly too big, and hopefully, you'll notice it if it gets close to slipping off. He quickly slips the other one onto his own finger, and takes your hand again, his eyes finally moving away from yours as he leads you over to the stagecoach, following behind the others.
The ride there isn't too bad, and the plan seems simple enough. Steal nothing, only information. Only your 'husband' was most definitely not going to do that, even if he doesn't tell Dutch about it.
He helps you out the coach, gently tucking your hand around his arm as he walks with you into the party. Surprisingly, Micah didn't bring his guns with him, making a comment to you under his breath about how he doesn't trust anybody with them. That's understandable.
Dutch and Arthur head upstairs to do whatever it is they were going to do, speak to Jack's surrogate father or whatever, leaving you and the others to wait on the balcony.
You rest your hands on the railing, looking down at the mishmash of strangers below. Micah removes his hand from yours, resting it on the small of your back as he turns to speak to you.
"You nervous?" Micah asks.
"I'm sure I won't be after a couple of drinks," you joke, turning your gaze to meet his. You've never seen his expression so soft before, and have his eyes always been that blue? They're an icy shade, maybe a warning sign about his cold heart, but he's making yours burn up with his stupidly sweet smile and that stupid cute little ponytail that he just had to tuck his hair into.
"So now I gotta take care of my drunk wife whilst also lookin' for leads?" Micah jokes back, though there's something about him calling you his 'wife' that makes your stomach turn faster than it ever has before.
"I ain't gonna get drunk!" you laugh. "Your wife can handle herself, thank you very much," you raise your nose jokingly.
"You sure? Cause if I remember rightly, the last time you got drunk you tripped over and almost fell in the campfire," Micah chuckles, watching your expression drop. How did he remember that? That happened months ago!
"I'm a changed woman," you reply, "for tonight," you add.
"Sure you are, Mrs. Bell," Micah grins as he moves a few loose strands off your face. "Then after tonight, you can go back to fallin' into campfires."
"And would my dear husband not save me if he saw me falling into one?" you question.
"I ain't really your husband, sweetheart. Not unless you wanna keep that ring on and keep playin' dress up with me," Micah replies, trying to make it sound like a joke, but you both know that if you said yes, Micah would happily continue your fake marriage.
It's a good thing Dutch arrived when he did, cutting you off as you opened your mouth to speak, but you were thankful as you hadn't even thought of a reply.
Dutch gave you all another pep talk before shooing everybody off on their way, and you were thankful a server passed you as you reached the bottom of the stairs, taking a glass of champagne for yourself and thanking them, Micah grabbing one for himself also.
Your hand finds Micahs arm and he walks with you a while, eyeing up any obvious leads as you pass through the strangers. You come to a stop at the back of the party, pulling Micah to one side as he rests his hand around your waist. God. You could get used to Micah having his hands on you at all times.
"You see anything obvious yet?" you ask Micah before taking a sip of your champagne. At least it was decent, not having that awful cheesy flavour that cheap bottles had.
"I ain't been lookin'," Micah replies, making you snap your eyes over to his with a little scowl on your face.
"What?" you ask.
"Hard to focus on a bunch of snobby strangers when I got this pretty woman clinging onto me," Micah grins. You realize that your hand had come to rest on his forearm as his hand had found your waist, clinging onto him a little too tightly, your body practically pressed up against his. At least the two of you looked like a couple.
You go to take a step back, but Micah is quick to pull you against him more, holding you firmly in place. "I'm jokin', sweetheart," he tells you. "I've spotted a few here 'n' there."
"You better not be lyin'," you tut.
"You not trust your own husband?" Micah smirks, chuckling even whilst he has a sip of his drink. "Besides, we ain't even planned our story yet. How we gonna mingle with other couples when we don't even know how we met? Or when we got married?" Micah asks.
He's right, the two of you had no time to prepare your story, but you're far from earshot of these strangers, so now would be a good time to get your stories straight.
"Well, what have you got planned then? Seeing as you brought this up?" you question.
"Nothin'," Micah shrugs. "I figured I'd ask my lady, seeing as you women tend to fantasize about these situations." You can't deny that, because little does Micah know, you've had a few fantasies about the two of you getting together for quite some time now.
"Do I look like the type for romances, Micah?" you ask.
"Do I?" Micah replies. Good point.
"Well..." you sigh, trying to think of a few ideas. "You plan how we met, and I'll plan our wedding?"
"Sure, darlin'," Micah nods as he finishes off his drink.
"Wait here. I'll go get us a refill," you say as you take Micahs empty glass, finishing off your own, and wandering off back into the party to find your next round of booze.
Micah watches you leave, tucking his hand into his pockets to fish out a cigarette to enjoy whilst he waits and ponders.
Finding a server wasn't hard, and you thanked them as you swapped your glasses over. On your walk back you overheard another couple talking about how they met, saying she was a server on one of the ferries and he was there to gamble, only he ended up spending the night distracting her from her job.
You find your way back to Micah, who's just finished his cigarette, stomping it out on the ground with his polished black shoes. "I picked you up at a bar," Micah tells you as you hand him his drink.
"What? No," you scoff, scrunching your face up at the generic and boring backstory.
"What else you got then, sweetheart?" Micah asks before taking a sip from his drink.
"I just overheard a couple say that they met on one of those gambling ferries. She was a waitress and he spent the whole night chattin' her up."
"You wanna steal their backstory?" Micah tuts. "Dutch said we shouldn't be stealin," he says as he shakes his head jokingly.
"We'll just change it a little... I was a bartender and you spent the night chatting me up," you suggest.
"A woman bartender?" Micah questions your suggestion.
"Times are changing, Micah. It's believable," you reply, getting a little defensive.
"I didn't mean it like that," Micah says as he raises his hand. "I like it. And we met 4 years back, got married in April last year. How's that sound?" he asks.
"Good," you nod, realizing that you'd done each other's jobs rather than the ones you assigned. "You ready to mingle?" you ask him.
"Fine," Micah sighs.
Neither of you wants to do this, both forcing a fake smile and kind accents as you speak to the strangers. After an hour, you haven't found much, a few mentions of summer homes and private boats, but nothing within the area.
You're a few more glasses in, beginning to feel ever so slightly tipsy, but you needed that buzz to help you get through the smugness of these strangers.
"You want another?" you ask Micah who has barely sipped on his current one. He's only drunk a glass less than you have, but he doesn't seem affected, though his tolerance is probably higher than yours.
"I'm alright, my love. I'll wait here for you," Micah tells you as he moves his hand off your waist, letting you wander off into the crowd.
You're still not used to the pet names, but you hope they continue to roll out of Micahs mouth, seeing as you no longer had that sickly feeling in your stomach. It seems your nerves had finally calmed down, being replaced by a warm and gentle buzz instead, though that's probably the alcohol in your system.
You thank the waiter as you take another glass and turn to leave, but overhear the most hideous voice you've ever heard call out to the same man you just thanked. You attempt to walk away, but quickly stop and look over your shoulder, face scrunching up at the sight of quite possibly the rudest woman you've ever seen, if you can even call her a woman.
She drones on and on, insulting this poor stranger that was only trying to do his job. God. The way she spoke to him made you sick, and before that little voice in the back of your head can stop you, you've already approached her and cut her off, attempting to speak to her sweetly.
"Are you an entertainer?" you ask.
"What on earth are you yapping about?" She questions as she looks you up and down in disgust.
"Well, it's a very good act you've got going on here. Playing the stereotypical obnoxious upper-class woman, though I wouldn't recommend performing it when you're not on stage," you respond, acting as if you genuinely thought she was a man in drag.
"Well, I never!" She squeals. "You've got some lip on you, little girl. Do you now know who I am?"
"Oh, I do apologize, madam. What's your act called? Maybe I'll drop by to hear you squeal on stage next time I pass the theatre."
You can't hold back the grin creeping across your face as the stranger's face turns red, her huffing and puffing attracting a handful of eyes nearby. Thankfully, the poor served had managed to sneak off, so at least she wouldn't take it out on him any more than she already had.
She goes to open her mouth again but is quickly cut off when Micah appears by your side.
"Oh, I do apologize for my wife's behaviour," Micah says with a wave of his hand. "Sweetheart!" he says as he turns to you, putting his arm around your waist and beginning to walk you away. "What have I told you about feeding the animals?" he says in clear earshot of the woman.
The both of you don't get to see the woman explode as you rush off, but your grins are as wicked as each others as you lead Micah to the back of the party, giggling devilishly.
You can still hear the woman protesting as she's asked to leave, and is eventually dragged out, which was more than satisfying to watch. The party returns to how it formerly was, the strangers barely looking your way as it seems you'd done everybody a favour.
Your eyes meet Micahs, his arm still wrapped around your waist as your hand rests on his shoulder, your body pressed against his. Both of your grins remain there as the two of you look at each other, suddenly realizing just how pressed up you were against your 'husbands' body.
"I ain't seen that fire in you before, sweetheart," Micah tells you.
"There's a lot of me you ain't seen, Micah," you reply.
"Ooooh," Micah sighs as he chuckles. His head dips down slightly, speaking more directly into your ear but far enough that he can still see your reaction. "Well if you'd be so kind as to show me," he flirts.
Your knees feel like giving up on you, and you're thankful that Micah's grip is tight enough around your waist to hold you upright. You go to open your mouth and invite him to find out, but you're cut off before you can even make a sound.
"Mister and Mrs. Bell?" A familiar voice asks. Both of your smiles fade as you turn to see Dutch standing there, his brows slightly furrowed. "What the hell was that?" he whispers through gritted teeth.
"She deserved it," Micah shrugs, his voice returning to his usual tone as he softens his grip on you.
"What happened?" he whispers.
"Dutch, trust me, anybody would have done the same. It seems I did everyone here a favour," you reassure him.
"I don't care if she deserved it or not. Just stop drawing attention to yourselves, please!" Dutch hisses.
Micah raises his hand innocently, "sure, boss," he says.
"We'll keep quiet," you add on.
"Thank you, now go and mingle," Dutch attempts to force a smile, waving his hands about as he encourages you to head back into the crowd.
He doesn't walk away, so you're forced to drag Micah back into the handful of strangers and continue where you left off, doing whatever you can to find at least a little something to take back to the camp.
Thanks for ruining the moment, Dutch.
The whole time you're speaking to these strangers, all you can think about is the flirtatious glisten Micah had in his eyes when he said that line. His hand is around your waist once more, only you're well aware of the way his hand is slowly trailing down you, eventually resting on your tailbone, a little too close to your ass, though you wish he'd move his hand a little lower.
A stranger quickly thanks you for having that woman kicked out of the party, and your bitching session about her is cut short from the loud bang coming from the sky. You almost drop your drink, surprised to hear what sounds like gunshots, only to turn and see the sky glowing an array of colours.
They're fireworks. You've heard about them before but never seen them, and despite how pretty they are, you wish they were a little quieter. Sure, you're a gunslinger, but loud noises still make you jump, despite being somewhat used to them.
Micah stands almost directly behind you, moving his hand to your hip as he pressed his body against yours. You relax against him, your back pressed against his chest and shoulder. Micah places his empty glass on a tray that trails past him, using that same hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face, catching your attention as you move your gaze off the fireworks.
"You think we're doing a good job, sweetheart?" Micah asks.
"A good job of what, exactly?" you reply.
"You know exactly what I'm on about," he chuckles. His gaze was soft on you to begin with, but it softens out even more as you make him laugh.
"I think we're doing well, but we can always do better," you flirt.
"Oh?" Micah smirks, picking up on your hints. "And how are we gonna do that, my love?"
Micah boldly places a gentle kiss to your temple, your heart fluttering as his 'stache brushes against your skin, a lot softer than you thought it'd be.
"Well, for a start, you could kiss my lips rather than my temple," you reply, just as boldly as his move.
"That so?" he smiles.
"It is so, darling," you reply.
"Just you wait," Miah grins, kissing your temple again. "I ain't gonna let that happen in the middle of these folk," he explains.
"That's alright, Mister Bell. I can wait," you reply as you rest your head against the crook of his neck, angling upwards so you can continue to watch the fireworks.
Micah places another kiss to your temple before wrapping his arms around your waist, enjoying the way your hand rests on top of his, the other one still holding your glass. He continues to place gentle kisses against you every so often, holding your back firmly against his chest.
Little do you know that Micah's heart is also racing just as fast as yours, his stomach feeling just as sick and his knees feeling just as weak. All those times he'd accidentally met your gaze from across the camp were times when he'd been admiring you, watching you from afar as he tries to figure out a non-creepy and non-cheesy way to talk to you.
When it comes to one night stands and quick hook-ups, Micah will blurt a few stereotypical pickup lines out and hope for the best, but he's been lovesick the second he saw you, and his feelings continued to grow the more he saw your personality come out within the camp. He felt a little jealous at first, finding a woman who's just as good with a gun and knife as he is, but the thought of "but what if she was mine?" struck his mind, and he then decided that he just had to have you.
Micah struggles to talk to women, he's barely interacted with them, and it's even worse growing up without a female role model in his life. But the camp continued to move and hunt for money, and when Micah found out that Dutch was invited to the mayors' party, he finally saw his chance. Despite trying to recommend taking another set of hands along, without Micah making it obvious that he wanted an excuse to talk to you, Dutch quickly picked up on what was going on and decided to stir the pot even more.
Originally, Micah just thought Dutch could do with his help and maybe take one of the ladies, but Dutch is smart and picks up on little things like the two of you admiring each other from afar. Dutch grinned as he thanked Micah for his suggestion, and then said he could do with a fake couple there so they had all their options open. Micah was quick to dip his hat over his face and blurt out "sure boss, I'll leave it to you," scurrying off when he realized that he'd dug this hole a lot deeper than it was meant to go, but he swallowed his fear and went along with it.
And here the two of you are, Micah leading you over to the gazebo at the back of the mayors' house to have a "little talk about the leads we've found." There's another couple stood on one side, but the gazebo is big enough so if the two of you stand on the other side and speak under your breaths then they won't hear you.
"Well, what you think?" Micah asks as he gently removes your hand from around his arm, holding it lightly in both of his hands as he leans back against the railing, crossing one ankle over the other.
"We got a few bit here 'n' there. It ain't been easy," you shrug. It seems that despite every single person here being an obnoxious prick, they had their guards up around strangers, not letting things slip out too easily.
"But have you had fun?" Micah chuckles.
"I've had fun playing dress-up with you, Micah," you grin, noting the way Micah's fidgeting with the ring on your finger, probably slightly nervous.
"We can always do it again some time," he flirts. "Maybe go to one of them fancy poker games they host at the saloon here," Micah suggests.
"Oh, I bet you'd enjoy that," you giggle. "Gambling, liquor, and me sittin' on your lap."
"How could I not enjoy that?" Micah asks as he stands upright. "But is it a sin if I do enjoy it?" Micah asks, his tone turning slightly stern as he looks into your eyes.
"Do you want it to be?" you ask, watching as Micah moves your hand from his to rest on his shoulder, his hands finding your waist.
"I ain't really bothered, sweetheart," Micah tells you with a little shrug. "Sin or not, I'll have you on my lap, so I'll be happy," he adds.
"You know, we ain't gotta play dress up again just for you to have me sit on your lap," you flirt as your other hand comes to rest on his shoulder, slowly wrapping around his neck.
"Don't say that, darlin'. Cause we both know that you'll get tired of me constantly takin' up that offer," Micah jokes.
"You think I'm gonna get tired of you, Mister Bell?"
"You might," Micah says with a shrug. He moves one hand off your waist to gently cup your chin, making sure your eyes are on his. "Mrs. Bell," he says with a grin, noticing the way your heart flutters at the sound of it.
"I bet you I won't," you smile.
"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?"
"We will, Mister Bell."
Micah gently moves his hand from your chin, gently brushing it along your jawline as he cups it, his thumb rubbing slowly over your cheek. You melt into his touch, and the sight of that is enough to pop Micah's patience.
He finally dips his head down, gently pressing his lips against yours, though he's not surprised when you begin to kiss back, deepening the kiss. Micah's hand moves from your cheek, joining the other one around your waist as he holds onto you, pulling your body against his.
Despite how firmly his lips are pressed against yours, his moustache is a lot softer than you imagined, running against your upper lip, lightly tickling you. There's the strong taste of champagne on his lips, and a faint taste of tobacco on his tongue as he slides it against yours. It's a good thing Micah has your body pressed up against his, holding you firmly, as you can feel your knees getting weaker by the second.
Micah lets out a soft sigh as he moves one hand to gently cup the back of your head. Your fingertips brush against his low ponytail, a style that you hoped to see him wear again. Maybe he'll keep it for this upper-class poker date that you'd both just planned, and even though neither of you said it was a date, the way you were gazing at each other says otherwise.
There's a sudden cough, and that's when you realize that someones been coughing to get your attention a few times now. You were far too engulfed in locking lips with your 'husband' that you didn't notice poor Arthur standing a few feet away, trying to get both of your attention.
Micah momentarily breaks the kiss to mumble "go away, Morgan," before bringing your lips back to his, continuing where you left off.
"We're leavin', Micah," Arthur tells him in a stern voice.
Micah ignores him, and although you feel bad for Arthur being there, you're not willing to break this kiss for anything. You've waited far too long for this.
"You two, come on," Arthur sighs, and Micah finally breaks away from you.
"Fine," Micah frowns as his gaze meets Arthurs. Arthur ignores his attitude and walks off, heading through the slowly-dispersing crowd to find the others.
Micah doesn't say anything but flashes you a cheeky smile as he offers his arm once more. You take it, and he leads you through the party, meeting the others who are already climbing into the stagecoach when you arrive.
Micah does most of the talking on the way back, telling the others about the few leads the two of you had found. His hand rests on your knee the whole journey back, and Dutch seems to notice it, smiling to himself.
When you arrive back at camp, Micah offers you his hand as he helps you down from the stagecoach, and despite being back, his hand still lingers in yours whilst you say goodnight to everyone.
"You want me to walk you home, Mrs. Bell?" Micah jokes.
"Oh, you're so kind, offering to walk me ten steps," you giggle.
Micah does it anyway, stopping outside your tent.
"I err..." Micah gulps, his eyes flicking around the camp, then back to you. "I had fun tonight. Now I know we didn't get many leads, but I still enjoyed myself."
"I did too. Maybe we'll make up for our losses when we go on that upper-class poker mission," you smile. Micah's eyes widen a little.
"You were serious about that?" he asks, a tint of doubt to his voice.
"I was. But I understand if you're tired of pretending to be my husband already," you jokingly sigh, bringing a smile back to Micah's face.
"I ain't ever gonna get tired of it. But if you're up for it, then well, I guess I better start lookin' for a way to make it happen," Micah replies.
"You let me know as soon as you find it."
"Anyway, I ain't gonna keep you up. You get to bed, sweetheart," Micah says as he takes hold of your hand, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.
"You still ain't learned where my lips are, have you?" you flirt, watching Micah's eyes light up at your comment.
"I guess you better show me then, Mrs. Bell," Micah grins, his face dipping down to meet yours as you lean up to kiss him, your arms wrapping around his neck once more.
Micah doesn't keep you up for too long, softly kissing you goodnight and finally letting you turn in. You hear him walk away as you close your tent flaps, taking your time to get undressed and get ready for bed. The whole time you're changing, your stomach is still turning with butterflies, in shock at tonight's turn of events, even though you adored all of them.
In some ways, the Gods finally did answer your prayers, giving you the sinner you fawned over rather than taking your feelings away. Either outcome would have been fine, but you definitely preferred this one, especially now you had a date lined up.
Maybe those romances that Mary-Beth reads aren't so silly after all.
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