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jointherebellion215 · 8 months ago

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Worth

John "Bucky" Egan x female!reader

Summary: You're swept off your feet by one Major John C. Egan, and you love every second of it. Sequel to Birdie.

Word Count: 3.0k

Tags: female!reader, mechanic!reader, women™, period typical sexism & misogyny, fun date night, dude w/ a small dick gets rightfully called out, mostly just fun date stuff, tons of fluff

A/N: Hello all! Thank you so much for the kind words on Birdie. I really appreciate everyone's comments, they warm my heart right up. I almost didn't write this, but the thought of having these two smooch it up was too good to pass up. I also completely headcanon that Bucky has the biggest sweet tooth, oops. As always, I'd be most gracious if you were to leave a like, comment, and/or reblog :)

Read the OC Version of this story on AO3!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This story and any recognizably named characters are based solely on dramatic portrayals of the characters from the series, not the real individuals they represent. All the respect to the actual service people who fought and died in the Second World War. Also, please don't copy, repost, or translate my writing without explicit prior permission. Don't even think about it, AI!

A knock at the door brings butterflies to your stomach.

“Oh, he’s here!” Irene shouts, which is immediately met with your shushing, as well as Teresa’s.

You nervously pat your hair and check over your outfit for the evening. You’re spending your second day’s leave on a date with Bucky Egan. He had approached you last night at the pub, asking if you wanted to grab dinner. Alone.

You, of course, said yes.

Teresa and Irene go to answer the door while you gather your purse, stuffing it with your essentials. Your friends greet him at the same time, sounding like twins.

“Good evening, Major!”

You hear his deep voice reply, only a small bit of surprise leaking into his voice.

“Good evening, ladies. Is Birdie around? We have dinner plans.”

“I’m here! Hi.” You step around the wall that hides you from the front door, taking a look at the man you��d been crushing on for months. He stands tall and confident in his neatly pressed uniform, hat covering most of his dark curls. His mouth gapes, giving you a once over and attempting to speak up.

“I- You-…Uh, wow. Y-you look…” But any sweet words he attempts to say are interrupted by Irene, who comes in hot with a manic smile.

“Did you know that my daddy taught me how to shoot when I was just a little girl? I’m real good at it. They call me Oakley, back home, cause of how great a marksman I am. Y’know, like Annie Oakley?” She stepped forward, puffing up her chest and giving a frightening grin to Major Egan. You and Teresa exchanged confused looks, not knowing quite where she was going with this.

“I’m not allowed a sidearm or a rifle over here, but I’m sure I could easily borrow one from any of the fellas on base should you break my best friend’s hea—”

“OKAY! We don’t wanna be late, all the tables might be taken soon. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!” You quickly shove past the blonde, stepping over the threshold. You take Bucky’s hand and practically drag his tall form down the hallway, away from your best friend’s attempt at a shovel talk.

You faintly hear Teresa’s well wishes to you amid the aggressively whispered conversation she has with Irene. The last words you hear before the elevator door closes in front of you are a heavily accented protest from Irene.

“What? I was just trying to..!”

The pair of you stand in the elevator in silence. A slight rocking indicates the starting motion of it, which snaps you back to reality. Looking down, you realize that you’re still holding hands with Bucky. You quickly separate your hand from his, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Your friends seem nice.”

Your head snaps to glance at Bucky, who is already looking at you. A sincere smile graces his face, not a hint of mocking in his eyes.

“I’m glad you have them looking out for you.”

You feel your face start to cool down, making you comfortable enough to respond.

“They drive me nuts sometimes. But they’re the best friends I could ever ask for.” You mean every word.

You see John nod, so you turn back to look to the elevator doors in front of you. An awkward pause.

“You look beautiful.”

Another pause. “What?”

“It’s what I meant to say earlier. That you look beautiful. Because you do.”

Heat quickly returns to your cheeks, spreading throughout your whole upper body. You give a bashful smile, peeking up at him through your lashes. You gaze into his eyes for a moment.

“Thank you, Johnny. You look quite handsome yourself.” The Major adjusts his hat, covering just the tips of his ears. He returns your gaze with an uncharacteristically nervous grin. The floor gives a slight rattle, elevator door and gate opening to reveal the lobby.

John straightens up, holding out his arm for you to take. You tentatively weave your hand within the crook of his elbow. He gently presses his arm in, bringing your body closer to his.

You meet your other hand in its position and let Bucky lead you out of the hotel and into the evening air.

✨

“That was so delicious! I never knew that a roast could be so tender…”

The pair of you were walking arm-in-arm down a cobblestone street, just having finished dinner. It was a wonderful time. Bucky had been the perfect gentleman, but made his interest in you clear without being sleezy.

He was entirely focused on you the whole time. He asked questions and was genuinely invested in your answers. Conversation came to the two of you like a duck to water. After a shared glass of wine, his hand had slowly inched towards yours. Soon he had cradled it in his, like you were a precious commodity, until your meals arrived. You could hardly keep your eyes off of each other long enough to even promptly acknowledge the wait staff, which you were sure annoyed some and amused others.

Safe to say, John Egan was doing his best to sweep you off your feet.

You hadn’t discussed any other plans for after dinner, but the walk you’re on now is nice enough to give you reason to stick close together.

Bucky nods along, “And that fruit tart? Incredible.”

You laugh, leaning into your date, “I knew that would be your favorite part. You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, don’t you?”

Bucky holds his hands up with a mischievous smirk on his face, “Hey, I plead the fifth.”

“I’ll admit, I’ve never seen someone so adamant on having some coffee with his sugar.” You continue to tease him. He nudges you playfully, giving a smooth grin in return.

“Hey, we’re in a war! If you see something sweet,” Bucky surprises you by picking you up and twirling you around, getting a full belly laugh from you as he sets you back on the ground.

“You gotta snatch it up and enjoy it while you can.”

You have a feeling that he wasn’t just talking about food.

By that point, you’re leaning against his front, hands on both of his shoulders. The moment has shifted into something else. Something different. His eyes roam your face, eventually stopping on your lips. Just as he starts to lean in, the moment is shattered by the sound of instruments starting up nearby. Bucky flinches, cursing the ill-timed disruption.

Oblivious to his turmoil, you gasp in delight and look around for the source of the music.

“Do you hear that? I think there’s a band playing!”

You spot a few people walk into what looks like a club. It barely a stone’s throw from where you’re both currently standing.

Bucky quickly recovers, “Should we grab a drink? Have a dance or two?”

You beam at him, and his heart stutters in his chest once more. After you give a nod, you place your hand in his arm and let him lead you into the club.

The two of you step into the establishment, and the energy is almost electric. There are mills of people walking about, drinking, talking, laughing. There’s a great score more on the dance floor, hopping and jiving along to the band you now knew you’d heard earlier. There weren’t a lot of uniforms present, but the ones that were were RAF.

Bucky guides you to the bar, hand on your back until you're both sat on a pair of stools. Your drinks are quickly ordered and served, so your night continues. You both allow yourselves to talk shop for a moment, so your conversation turns towards what you were working on before your leave. As you get to discussing the more intricate parts of your project, you hear a scoff from behind you.

John quickly looks over your shoulder, spotting the culprit.

“Excuse me, is there a problem here?”

You turn around to find a uniformed man taking a sip of his whiskey, RAF logo plastered on the lapel. He mockingly shakes his head, placing the glass down on the bar.

“No, no problem at all.”

Bucky, ever the confrontationist, persists. “It seems like there’s a problem here.”

You gesture towards the man, silently indicating that he was welcome to speak his mind.

“It’s not enough that you Yanks come over to our country, destroy our pubs and disrespect our women with your recklessness. But you can’t even keep your own women in check! She should be at home, away from the war, for God’s sake. Taking care of the house and the children. You know, doing feminine duties.”

You had heard all of this before, so it was no skin off your back to hear it again. You roll your eyes and decided to just ignore him. Then the man started to laugh, as if he was in on a private joke.

“I mean, a female mechanic? Between that and your daytime missions, it’s no wonder you’re all dropping like flies.”

You let out an exhale, letting the air stream out through your nose. In your periphery, you see Bucky start to stand— to, no doubt, escalate the situation. You stop him with a hand on his chest. He sits back down, looking between you and the man who had just insulted you. You set your glass down, hopping off the stool and giving a slow clap.

“I’m so glad to know that some people still live in the Stone Age, where apparently all a woman is good for is cooking and giving birth! Thank you so much for showing us exactly what a lack of education and individual thought looks like! See where we are—over in modern times— women can do whatever the hell they want. That includes fixing your planes and jeeps, operating your radios, driving your trucks, and even training your allies to use machine artillery!”

The RAF soldier realizes what he’s gotten himself into but is backed into a corner of the bar as you pace forward with each scathing word that leaves your mouth.

“Never mind all the bullshit you just spouted about what a woman is fit to do. I think that women can decide for ourselves exactly what we can and cannot do. As for my countrymen, I’m proud to serve alongside them. They go up every day willing to sacrifice themselves so that the rest of us don’t have to. They’re gonna be remembered for their bravery and grit. They’re not cowardly enough to hem and haw and stick up their noses at the thought of a woman doing something other than popping out a kid and ironing their pleats.”

The music has dulled down, but you don’t have the complete attention of the club. That gives you the courage to say your final piece.

“Never you mind. I'm confident that the men I serve with, including the man I have with me tonight, aren’t anything like you. Thank God for that! They're not so…” You take an exaggerated glance towards the man’s crotch, scrunching up your nose. “…small-minded.”

Leaving the gaping man behind, you turn to Bucky and ask if he wants to go get some air. He picks his jaw up off the floor quick enough to nod and lead you back outside into the street.

Hey, hanging around Irene pays off sometimes.

As you step out into the night air, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You feel John step up behind you, voice carefully asking,

“Hey, are you okay? Birdie?”

You continue to stand with your eyes closed. You just needed a moment.

“I’ve come too far to let anyone’s opinion of me, or my career choices, effect me.”

You open your eyes and look over your shoulder at your date. He gives an understanding nod, stepping closer to you. He places his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. You lean back into him, closing your eyes once more, letting him comfort you for the time being.

“Sorry if I ruined the night.”

You can feel a rumble from Bucky’s chest as he chuckles. “Oh, this night’s far from ruined. In fact, that was probably the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

One of your eyes pops open. You crane your neck to peek at him, “Even better than the time you told me about Curt knocking out an RAF officer in one punch?”

“Yep.”

“Winning that bet to get your bicycle?”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Better than your fruit tart from dinner?”

His smile widens, “Okay, let’s not get crazy here. Maybe it was top ten.”

“Top ten?!” You playfully gasp, turning around to face him again. You rest your hands on your hips, “What’s a girl gotta do to rank above a fruit tart around here?”

“Well…” You scoff and shove Bucky at the cheeky smirk he gives you. You’re quickly distracted by the sound of the band inside starting up again. This time with a familiar tune.

“Oh, your song’s on, Johnny!”

Bucky tosses his hat to the side, steps back and gives a very unserious bow. He then sneers with a hyper-nasal impression of the RAF officer you’d just affronted.

“My lady.”

You roll your eyes and give a joking curtsy in return, taking his offered hand. He pulls you into a proper stance for a waltz, which is a complete offset to the jive song that reaches your ears. You both jokingly hop along in the awkward squared formation for a moment, giggling to yourselves.

He gently pushes on your hip while outstretching his hand, so you take the cue and twirl until you’re both standing at each other’s fingertips. A quick grasp of your hand and a pull twirls you right back into his arms, bumping into his chest. The moment made you burst into laughter, leaning into your dance partner until the song ends.

The next song is a much slower tune, giving Bucky the chance to pull you in close. You hum along to the band playing, sidling up to the Major’s chest. He places a hand in yours and loops the other around your waist. Your free arm gently drapes under his and over his shoulder, encouraging a lean into his firm body. You both give a slow sway, leading each other back and forth in the quiet echoes of the street. Closer than before.

“You know, I’ve been plucking up the courage to ask you to dinner for a while now.”

You lay your head on the knuckles of your hand that rest on his shoulder, responding lowly.

“Really?”

You continue to sway.

“Yeah.”

You’re curious, so you ask, “What made you finally do it?”

He thinks on the answer for a moment, almost chewing on his thoughts. John is not the kind of person to typically contemplate over an answer, so you gift him all the time in the world to respond. You recognize how important that is to him.

“I… I think that it was a lot of little things.” He pulls you in closer. “Your smile, your eyes, the way you talk about the things you love. Birdie, you are so personable with everyone you come into contact with and it’s so magnetic.”

The flow of compliments shocks you, not expecting this barrage of details to come from the man in front of you. But you dance on anyways.

“But I really think what did me in was yesterday, at the pub. When you looked at me during your song.”

You remember. You know exactly what he was talking about. Whatever he must have felt, you know that you felt it too.

He continues to speak in an intimate tone as you sway along in the street.

“I felt my entire life click into place. It was like everything suddenly made sense. I didn’t have to wonder about what my life was going to be like in five, ten, fifteen years. Because I knew.”

He pulls back to look you in the eye, and the amount of vulnerability in his eyes floors you.

“I’ll be honest, it scared the shit outta me. It terrified me.”

You understand what he meant. This is all new to him, as it is to you. You pull his forehead to touch yours, noses gently brushing one another, as you offer your best words of comfort in that moment.

“Sometimes, you have to do what scares you the most to find out what’s worth doing.”

He cups your face, letting his lips ghost against yours. He made his intentions clear, but it was up to you to decide how you move forward.

So, you close your eyes and take the leap.

Your lips press into his, hands stroking the arms that were framing your face. He immediately responds in kind, lips moving in tandem with yours. You melt into him at the reciprocated motion. His arms soon move to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. Your arms reach around his neck, hands resting at the nape of his neck. As he deepens the kiss, you run your hands up, down, and through the dark curls on the back of his head, earning a groan from your partner.

A burst of warmth sparks from within your very being, traveling further and further through your body until you’re consumed by flames. Half of your mind is scrambling to make sense of reality, and the other half is completely consumed by passion.

After a moment, you reluctantly separate from one another, panting to catch your breath. It’s as if the world stopped spinning when you connected, and then started up again when you parted.

Giving a nervous look to the man you just kissed, you’re elated when he gives you an ear-to-ear grin. He grasps one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. His other hand comes up to cup your face again, thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.

You stay silent for the time being, letting the moment marinate. He brings up your joined hands to kiss the back of your palm. Your heart jumps with joy at the sight.

Bucky gives an exhale before breaking the silence.

“You are most definitely worth it.”

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hopeluna-archived · 2 years ago

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hiiiiiiiiiiiiii can I ask for a lucifer x mc headcanons but mc is the exact opposite of lucifer.

Like how lucifer is always serious, sadistic, a lil scary and not easily forgiving but mc is soft, sweet, passionate and forgives everyone easily. I hope you get what I mean :D

Thx!!! ❤️

! Cupid's arrrows

── ❥ Characters: Lucifer x reader

── ❥ CW: none!

── ❥ A/N: ok so I kinda did a similar something like this here but imma do it again 'cause i'm a sucker for the Grumpy x sunshine trope <3 oh and I uh- accidentally turned it into a drabble kinda oops? Also its kinda shit ngl (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

M.list

" - and did you think I wouldn't find out that you've been using my credit card for your purchases, unecessary purchases-"

Mammon wasn't sure how much time had passed since Lucifer started talking. Maybe three hours? Four? It was as if time had started to melt and Mammon wasn't even sure what Lucifer was scolding him about at this point, his voice nothing but a distant buzzing in the corner of Mammon's mind.

All he did know is that he happened to have the worst timing today and had stumbled across Lucifer at the exact moment he had fallen victim to one of the Anti-Lucifer league's schemes.

Lucifer, of course, saw Mammon and didn't bother to waste another second before dragging him by the ear to his office. Mammon also didn't bother defending himself 'cause he knew that usually Lucifer would understand that it wasn't Mammon's doing but lately the stress of managing RAD had taken a toll on him and so the first person to fall in his sight would be a victim of his lectures.

The victim being Mammon, unsurprisingly.

"are you even listening to me?"

Mammon's eyes snapped back from the wall to notice Lucifer's narrowed eyes. "What? Don't you have anything to say? A defence? An apology? Something instead of emptily staring off into nowhere?"

Just as Mammon opened his mouth to try a pathetic attempt to sway his brother's attention from his sharp words, the door to the office behind Mammon opened and the sudden shift in Lucifer's expression almost made him question reality.

"Lucifer?"

Oh its MC, that makes sense. This is my cue to get out of here!

"Yes, darling?" The honeyed voice of Lucifer that followed would surely render any other demon speechless to even process that tone came from the cold Avatar of Pride himself.

" we had a date planned, remember? I think we should leave if we wanna get to the restaurant in time!"

"You're right, we should get going-" and like the demon in the middle of the room he was previously scolding didn't exist, Lucifer made his way to the door without missing a beat "- i'm glad you came to inform me before it got late", his voice soft and expression as if he'd been struck by arrows, the good kind though.

Well that was weird. As far as Mammon knew from Asmo, Lucifer and MC's date was not going to start until after almost two hours so he didn't understand why MC had showed up to the office to take Lucifer away from another two hours of scolding.

A wink and smile from MC before the door closed answered that question for him.

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nostalgiclittlespace · 4 months ago

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hihi! if ur taking requests…

her main cg: husk (and or) angel, whatever floats ur boat !!

little: niffty

plot: maybe niffty regresses to abt 2-3 and she’s really hyper ? like maybe they need to get her to nap or something?

thank you if you do this! don’t feel pressured if u don wanna :>

Hi!!! I honestly had a lot of fun with this one; I wrote both Angel and Husk as her CGs btw. Niffty is so chaotic when little, she’d absolutely need them both XD. I hope you enjoy!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, K!NK, MAP, PROSHIP OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Sugar Rush and Storytime

Word count: 1477

Pairing: CG! Husk & CG! Angel Dust x Little! Niffty. Background Huskerdust

Description: Despite a long day of endless adventures and play, Niffty still isn’t tired. Maybe giving her so many sweet treats wasn’t a good idea after all…Good thing Husk’s storytimes a can come to the rescue! AKA, Husk and Angel are exhausted parents. (Fluff)

Sugar Rush and Storytime

“Oh, come on, Nif!” Angel exclaimed in exasperation as the little cyclops climbed up the lobby’s bookshelf.

It was as if she were trying out for his part as resident spider. She had been running and climbing frantically for the past ten minutes. Husk and Angel’s team efforts to catch her had proved unsuccessful. Even with the cat’s wings and the latter’s many arms, Nifty always evaded their grasp. Her wiggling and teasing giggles showed just how much of a game she considered it. Not that her caretakers were the least bit amused.

Before this, Angel and Husk’s playtime with Niffty had been a positive experience actually! Tea parties, getting introduced to all her roaches, endless hours of games, and exploring the Hazbin Hotel…One would have assumed the girl would be ready for a break by now.

“Snacktime, then nap,” Husk had said half an hour ago. “She’ll settle down.”

As if the fates controlling Hell had a rather sadistic sense of humor, Niffty had not in fact settled down.

Despite their usual routine, despite all their adventures that had certainly left Angel and Husk exhausted, Niffty had no interest in taking her usual nap.

“I told you not to give her so many cupcakes!” Husk growled, trying and failing to catch her.

Right. Niffty’s newfound energy rush might have been caused by all the sweet treats Angel Dust had given her for a snack. But she had asked so nicely! Looked up at him with that enormous eye and blinked so innocently, and hugged his leg happily when he agreed? Did Husk actually expect Angel to deny the little one? He wasn’t cold and heartless!

“I only gave her three!” Angel argued, but broke off the argument with an abrupt, “Aha!”

Just then, Angel snatched Niffty from the top bookshelf she had managed to climb up. She pouted a little, exclaiming and babbling something unintelligible.

“Gotcha, Nif!” Angel cheered, pulling her close.

“Finally,” Husk huffed. “Alright, Nif, naptime.”

“No!” Nifty half whined, half giggled.

Already, she tried worming out of Angel Dust’s grip. She likely would have succeeded if the arachnid didn’t use all six of his arms to hold her steady. Angel and Husk shared a glance, silently communicating their predicament.

It was naptime. Niffty wasn’t tired. Do they let her stay up, choose their battles? Or put their foot down?

“Maybe we could let her stay up for ten more minutes?” Angel suggested quietly. “She could let the rest of her energy out and–”

“Yeah! A hundred more minutes!” Nifty declared, then breaking free of Angel’s hold.

The cyclops landed on the ground, and sprung up to her feet immediately. In inimaginable speeds, she took off running. Delightedly, she darted laps around the lobby and squealed and screamed childishly.

“No, no, no! I said ten minutes!” Angel tried to protest before sheepishly turning to Husk. The cat had not raised his head from a face palm. “Uh, oops?” Angel laughed nervously.

“Next time she’s regressed, I’m kicking you off the shift,” Husk grumbled as they watched the chaos unfolding before them.

“Aw, you don’t mean that,” Angel grinned. “No way you could stand all the tea parties and dress up without me to keep you company. You might do some fine drag–the pink dress Nif had you in today was real pretty on you–but its hardly a show with only one dressing up.”

“Not everything is a show,” Husk grumbled as he and Angel wandered over the couch Niffty was currently launching herself from, jumping from furniture to furniture.

“You in a dress sure is though, Husky.”

Before Husk could retort, Niffty came barreling around the couch again, this time running at full speed towards the cat. She careened into him, wrapping her arms around one leg. If years under Alastor’s, and thus Niffty’s shenanigans, he surely would have toppled over from the strength. However, the cat was sturdier than he looked, and managed to keep complete balance as the little cyclops clung onto him.

“Husker!” she shrieked excitedly.

“Hey there, kiddo. You feeling tired at all yet?”

“No! Let’s play a game!”

“We’re supposed to be having quiet time right now, Nif,” Husk reminded her, arching an eyebrow.

“Noooo,” Niffty insisted. “No nap!”

“You don’t have to nap during quiet time,” Angel remarked slyly, clearly having something in mind. “It just means you have to do some calm activities. How about that?”

Tapping her chin in thought, Niffty considered the possibility. Angel and Husk exchanged pleading, hopeful eyes. Surely, if they could convince her to just settle down, then she would inevitably fall asleep on her own. All that playing had to have worn her down, right?

“Only if Husker reads a story!” Niffty declared. “Then we play tag! And hide and seek! Then another tea party!”

“Oh, fine,” Husk sighed, as if the request bothered him at all.

It really didn’t. Angel knew full and well that storytime was one of Husk’s favorite activities. Something quiet and calm, something he did well. After all, his low, comforting voice calmed anyone who heard it. Niffty was no exception.

The girl snatched Angel’s and Husk’s hands, already pulling them towards the couch. Determined, she directed Husk to the center cushion before running over to the lobby bookshelf. As she shuffled through the picture book titles, both caregivers said their silent prayers that storytime would effectively send her off to dreamland.

If it failed, they’d inevitably be stuck chasing her around the Hotel for who knows how long…

A moment later, Niffty ran back to the couch, a large picture book in her hands and her eye glowing with excitement. Shoving it into Husk’s paws, she then scrambled into the seat beside him. Charlotte’s Web, Husk noted with faint amusement. Briefly, he pondered if Niffty’s arachnid caregiver influenced the choice. He kept the thought to himself, however, flipping it to the first page.

“Chapter one, Before Breakfast…” Husk began.

Minutes passed by. Serenity filled the air as Husk’s voice carried through the lobby. Miraculously, Niffty actually quieted down to listen. Peering over his arm, she viewed the illustrations with interest.

As the time passed, her eye grew noticeably heavier, taking longer and slower blinks. Perhaps only a few more minutes until she fell asleep completely then…

“You may have redeemed yourself by convincing her to take the quiet time,” Husk muttered to Angel as he turned the page. However, he received no reply. Glancing over, he saw the Angel had his eyes closed too.

“Angel, are you asleep?” Husk hissed.

“Hm? Oh, no…” the spider hummed, though he sure sounded close to dreamland. “Keep reading.”

Sighing, Husk resumed his reading. His low voice carried through the otherwise silent lobby. The occasional page turn or a yawn would add onto the serenity every few minutes.

As Husk read, he felt Niffty go slack in his lap, and her breathing even out to slow, deep breaths. On his other side, Angel was sure feeling pretty limp too; his floof of head fur tickled and teased Husk’s shoulder, and the spider made no move to sit up, even after Husk had closed the book.

“Angel?” Husk inquired quietly, in case he had indeed fallen asleep.

But, the spider only mumbled something sleepily and shrugged a little before his soft, snoozing snores resumed.

Guess I’m stuck here, Husk mused.

As he waited for Niffty and Angel to awaken again, he mused what the hell he’d do with his not-so-free time. The TV remote was too far away to get without disturbing one or both of the sinners asleep on him. He could read the newspaper Alastor had abandoned on the coffee table?

Yes, that sounded like a good plan. But, he’d just sit here for a moment too. Just take some deep breaths to recover from the eventful afternoon he had just experienced. Besides, the weight of Angel and Niffty on either side of him was admittedly rather relaxing…

Husk fought off a yawn of his own as he mindlessly stroked Niffty’s hair. Somewhere along the way, he convinced himself to rest his eyelids. Not to fall asleep of course, just to relax…

But, as if Hell found humor in turning the cat even softer, he too fell into a peaceful sleep only a minute later.

***

It was hours later before any of them woke up. Further proof of her endless energy, Nifty arose before Angel or Husk. She opened her eye blearily, and looked around the empty lobby, then at the clock. Seeing it was time to help Alastor make dinner, she slipped off the couch before snatching a cozy blanket and creeping towards Husk and Angel again. Carefully, she tucked the blanket around her exhausted caregivers.

Her gesture was simple compared to the endless care they showed her, but that didn’t mean it contained any less love.

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Calling Them With a Nickname/-chan Honorific

SUMMARY: Basically the title; calling various Tokyo Revengers characters with the -chan honorific (and a nickname, sometimes) WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: Angst in Kazutora (oops), Hanma being a flirty bastard, you being flustered in like half of them, you being hella confident in the other half, generally just fluff, fluff, flustered guys, probably OOC.

CHARACTERS (Because there are a lot): Mikey/Sano Manjiro, Draken/Ryuguji Ken, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanemiya Kazutora, Mitsuya Takashi, Hanma Shuji, Shiba Hakkai, and Kisaki Tetta (phew that’s a lot-)

A/N: I dunno I keep jokingly calling the characters in Tokyo Revengers -chan to show affection for them (totally not to make fun). And I thought I should share my thoughts on how they would react to you all (lol). Some of them, it's by accident, and some you know exactly what you're doing lmao- Also, you aren't dating in these, just friends (crushes??). Sometimes (like half of the time) it's a nickname paired with chan because that's cute lol- A/N Part 2: Hope they aren't like super ooc?? Lmao- oops- I mean I don't know a lot of them that well so- I tried by reading a bunch of fanfics (lol) A/N Part 3: Kisaki is scary- Like I don't know what you guys are talking about, I wasn't able to write him fully because he's terrifying lmao- A/N Part 4: Also feel free to use these nicknames for any fic-writing that you do- cause these are adorable </3 A/N Part 5: Also this is my first time writing in this format so. Uh- yeah. It was fun though, it combats my inability to write long fics lol- A/N Part 6: Originally posted here.

Mikey/Sano Manjiro

You were frozen, eyes wide as a soft blush grew over your cheeks. You hadn't meant to call Mikey with an honorific—chan, no less—and you were worried on how the other would react.

"I- I'm sorry, Mikey, I didn't-"

"Call me that again."

"...What?" You stuttered slightly, not sure on what to say.

"Say what you called me again." He blinked, staring at you.

Was this a punishment...? "M-Mikey-chan...?"

You watched as Mikey's face brightened, smiling softly at you. "I like it when you say that... Say it more. Mkay, [Y/N]-chan?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot. "All right... But, one question."

"What is it?"

"Why didn't you yell at me when I said it the first time- I mean, we don't know each other and all..."

The male let out a soft huff before shaking his head. "Well, because I like you. And, I like being called nicknames by you. So." He shrugged slightly.

"...Okay..." You were confused, but a faint smile grew over your lips as you watched him.

"C'mon, let's go to a cafe- I want to eat the parfait there!"

"Wait- I thought you already ate one today?"

"It's a different store, [Y/N]-chan!"

Draken/Ryuguji Ken

"Ryu-chan! You look really pretty today!"

You were met with a blank stare.

"Huh?"

You stammered a little as you gazed into his eyes, hands raised placatingly. "Hey- Didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to see how you'd reac-"

"...Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I don't care."

Truth be told, he did care... And he spent a while in his bedroom, flustered at the fact that you called him with a nickname.

Baji Keisuke

"You can't just keep on beating people up like that, Baji-chan." You pouted softly at him, prodding his chest lightly. "Seriously. What's your reason this time?" You were too caught up with scolding him that you didn't notice the nickname that you said.

Baji was... 48% confused, 43% surprised, 8% annoyed, and 1% flustered. His thoughts were racing inside his head- did you actually call him a nickname, or was he just imagining it?

He just let out a soft huff, interrupting whatever trivial thing you were saying—probably telling him to stop being so reckless and stupid—before he picked you up, much to your surprise.

"Wh-what are you doing? Where-"

He just plopped you down on his bike, putting his helmet on you before sitting down. "Hang on tight, I'm taking you on a date."

"Wait why-"

"Because you called me 'Baji-chan.' And it was cute. And I like you."

"...This is a confession? Wait, when did I call you Baji-chan anyway-"

Matsuno Chifuyu

"Fuyu-chan- Can I have one of your romance manga?"

Double punch to Matsuno Chifuyu—wait no, triple punch. Firstly, you had called him with his first name. A nickname, at that. Secondly, there was the affectionate 'chan' honorific. Thirdly, a romance manga? One of his romance manga? Was this a sign for him to confess? All of his shoujo manga that he had read hadn't prepared him for this.

"Wh-which one?" He asked, flustered.

"Any- you know there was one you were recommending a while back. About a forward girl and a shy boy?" A smile tugged at your lips as you leaned closer. "I remember thinking that it sounded kinda like our relationship, mm?"

Relationship...?

Chifuyu let out a soft huff, trying to ignore how close you were, how flustered he was. "Yeah... I have it somewhere."

You let out a soft laugh before grabbing your phone, quickly taking a picture of him before he could react. "Baji-san was right, you did get super flustered-"

"What- hey- you better not send that to Baji-san, he'll laugh at me for days-"

Hanemiya Kazutora

"Kazu-chan. Look at me. You are not the horrible person you think you are."

Kazutora let out a soft huff. "Yeah, you're just obligated to say that."

Your nose scrunched up slightly. "No, I'm not. Don't be so dense, Kazu-chan." You gently bopped him on the nose. "Seriously. You deserve love, affection, friendship."

Kazutora shook his head. "But-"

"Shut up and listen to me, Kazutora."

He paused slightly. "...You stopped calling me that."

"Calling you what?" You blinked slightly.

"...Kazu-chan..." You watched as his cheeks flushed a soft red before feeling your cheeks heat up as well.

"Shit- I'm so sorry- didn't mean to-"

"Nah, it's okay. It's the only thing that makes your argument worth listening to."

"Well then, guess I'm gonna have to keep calling you Kazu-chan until you believe what I'm saying. Because you deserve everything good that this world has to offer."

Mitsuya Takashi

It wasn't any surprise when you called Mitsuya 'Taka-chan.' Probably because you were always with him and Hakkai.

Still, what surprised Mitsuya was the fact that you had done it on purpose.

His heart skipped a beat, a faint smile on his lips as he watched you.

"What's with the smile?" You asked teasingly.

"Nothing... I just like it when you call me 'Taka-chan.' It's cute."

"Really?" You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, I'm glad. Though, you're smiling a bit more than when Hakkai-kun calls you 'Taka-chan'~ Any reason for that?"

"Mm, I'll tell you... If you kiss me first."

"All right, then."

"Wait no I was kidding, [Y/N]-chan-" Cue a flustered Mitsuya.

Hanma Shuji

"...Shu-chan? Did you just call me that?"

You tensed slightly, backing away. "N-no-" You stammered, eyes wide as a faint blush grew on your cheeks.

"You did, didn't you..."

You shook your head slightly before a soft squeak left your lips as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug. You felt your cheeks burn as you just hugged him back. "...You're touch-starved."

"What- No I'm not, love."

"Yes you are. And it's not like you're in love with me-"

"But I am-"

"...What." You blinked slightly as you watched him.

"[Y/N]-chan- It's true! So call me Shu-chan more." He pouted softly at you, and you could only relent, eyes softening a bit as you watched him.

"Fine... Only to calling you Shu-chan, though."

"Hey!"

Shiba Hakkai

Watch Hakkai literally freeze.

"Hakkai-chan?" You ask again, an innocent look on your face. "Can you please help me with my homework?"

You watched in amusement as his cheeks flushed brightly.

He knew what you were doing, how you were trying to make him more flustered and unable to speak than usual. He was pretty used to being around you, to the point where it was fairly easy to talk to you, but... Still, when you wanted to be flirty, it broke him.

He looked away from you, pressing his lips together as he didn't look you in the eye, feeling his cheeks heat up even more. "Wh- what..."

"It's for math. Help-" You got rid of the teasing look, poking the male gently.

"O-oh..." He mumbled, looking at the papers.

"...Wait, [Y/N]- I thought you were the smart one here."

Kisaki Tetta

Welp. You were dead.

That was the thought that flashed through your head, as well as regret and a tiny- tiny- bit of fear.

After all, you had called him Tetta-chan- either he would think you were making fun of him, or that you were flirting- neither of which you wanted to think about.

Before he had the chance to reply, you just dashed off, sprinting as fast as you could.

By the time Kisaki had processed your words enough, you were long gone.

"Well..." He shook his head slightly with a soft sigh, feeling his cheeks heat up. "They're the only one allowed to call me that."

Hanma just let out a soft snort. "Tha has a nice ring to it, don't ya think, Tetta-chan~"

"Shut up."

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thesillychro · 1 month ago

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had to repost cause i forgot to include a results option oops

uh uh who should be drawn next. like fully colored and stuff

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #hatchetfield #starkid #richie lipschitz #nibblenephim #hatchetverse

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nenilein · 2 years ago

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Puyo Puyo Drama CD #2-2: Wishes to Santa (ENG Translation)

I forgot to post this here! Oops! Not used to using tumblr anymore...

Anyway, here is a complete text translation of the Christmas track from Drama CD Vol.2! (This CD was released in December , so it has both Christmas and New Years' tracks)

Have fun!

Wishes to Santa

[DISCLAIMER:

The Google Docs Version of this script is HERE.

Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit me as the translator!

Also, just so you can listen along, HERE’s the actual MP3 of the track.

Happy Holidays!!]

INTRO

Narration: Wishes to Santa

STORY

[Santa seems to be voiced by Lemres’ and Akuma’s voice actor, Takumi Yamazaki]

Santa: HO-ho-ho-ho! Tomorrow it will finally be Christmas Eve once again. The day when all the adorable children who have been so nice all year get special presents as a reward for their good behavior from me! Now, let’s see what presents this year’s children are wishing for from me, the one and only Santa Claus… Shall we open their letters? Well, let’s take a look…

SFX: *paper rustling*

Santa: I want a hat that is…

Lidelle’s Voice: …big enough so that, um… well… so that even I can wear it, please! If that’s possible, I mean.

Santa: Oh-HO! How cute! Ho-ho-ho! There is nothing nicer than hearing of the pure wishes of innocent children, wouldn’t you agree? Now, for the next one…

Raffina’s Voice: Precious Metals!

Santa: Huh? Um… uh… Ahaha, what a straightforward wish!

Raffina’s Voice: I desire the sorts with the highest feasibly possible market value! I am not quite aware what the upper limit for the monetary value of a present requested at this kind of occasion is, however, I believe it should be sufficient if you kindly packed in exactly as much as the maximum appropriate.

Santa: T-That’s…! Ah… Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear… H-How nice of her to worry about the status of my wallet. Hohoho! …Ahahahah… A-a very kind girl…I-I’m sure… L-let’s put this letter aside for now… Ahem, now, for the next one…

SFX: *paper rustling*

Feli’s Voice: I wish for a new doll.

Santa: Oho! What a very adorable wish! Aha… What a relief… Alright, what else, what else? What kind of doll might the little girl want…?

Feli’s Voice: The last doll I used as a scape doll was unable to withstand the force of the curses I used it to cast and • Fell • To • Dust in the energy hole of the space distortion created.

Santa: *shrieks of terror* S-Somehow this letter is making me shudder far more than expected…!

Feli’s Voice: This time I want for a doll that will be powerful enough to withstand a Whole • Three • Months of my unbridled sentiments unscathed…!

Santa: W-WHAT IS SHE GOING TO USE THAT DOLL FOR…?! …Ho…ho… *shrieking Ho* …Hoho! I can tell this girl is very dedicated to her craft, yes, yes! …Yes… Um… N-Now, for the next letter…

Sig’s Voice: Tissues.

Santa: H-Huh…? That’s all? …Oh my, oh my! I am sure this child has very good reasons for making this wish, very important reasons, even…

Sig’s Voice: I ran out.

Santa: THAT’S ALL!? How outrageously lazy! If you need tissues, go to the store, child!

Sig’s Voice: Too much work.

Santa: And that’s why you’re wasting your Christmas wish on this!? You only get one of those a year! …Oh my, oh my… HO-ho-ho-ho! This must be a very modest, humble child…! Ah, let’s put this aside for now… The next one is…

Klug’s Voice: I wish for a spellbook that has the GREATEST instructions to teach me to cast the MIGHTIEST of all spells!

Santa: Oh my! What a studious child! Very nice. …Though, that all aside… The ‘mightiest’ spell, he says? What could he possibly mean by that…?

Klug’s Voice: Here is an example of the sort of spells the book may teach: The ETERNAL SUPER DARK MAX FORCE AURA BURNING LEMRES SPECIAL!!

Santa: Um… huh… uh… How do I put it… This child certainly has dreams?

Klug’s Voice: Casting this spell would cause the darkness around me to swirl around my body and coalesce into flames! No, wait, maybe it’d look cooler if the darkness took the shape of a dragon…? And then I would shoot them out to badassly ascend into the heavens…! And I would gaze upon that sight with clear eyes and breathe out a gasp of awe…! So cooooool…!!

Santa: Oh dear, oh dear… That’s all very nicely produced, but I really do wish he’d written what exactly the spell’s effect is supposed to be…

Klug’s Voice: And then Raffina and Feli get lost.

Santa: IS THAT THE EFFECT?!

Klug’ Voice: That Raffina is such a brute! Whenever anything bothers her, her first idea is to resort to kicking it! Isn’t that just barbarous?

Santa: Why is he suddenly airing his personal grievances to me…? Oh my, oh my, oh my… This is certainly a very imaginative child with a very rich, emotional world…! Um… Ho-Ho-HO-HO! Eheheh… Now, now… I-I-I w-wonder what the n-next one will be like…!

Rei’s Voice: My living memories.

Santa: THIS GOT DARK FAST!

Rei’s Voice: I think… I saw something when I was still alive… But… I can’t remember what it was…

Santa: *terrified shrieking* …I-I can’t b-bring something so d-depressing for a Christmas p-present! P-Please give me a b-break…! Ohoho…

Yu’s Voice: So, so! My turn…

Santa: Huh? Is it just me, or does this handwriting look a lot more cheery than the one before…? Let’s see…

Yu’s Voice: I want the souls of the departed still unwilling to de-part with their lust for life! Yay! Please and thanks!

Santa: *incoherent shrieking* NONONO! I didn’t see that! I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that… OH-HOHOHO!

[His laughter sounds like he’s half-crying at this point.]

Santa: Um, well… Who is our next NICE child…?! *crying* Now, what do you want…?

Amitie’s Voice: Hello, Santa! I did my best to be good aaaall year, so will you please, please listen to my wish?

Santa: *relieved laughter* Ah… Ahaha! Ah, finally someone who knows how to write a REAL letter to Santa… Now, THAT’S what nice children should be like!

Amitie’s Voice: Say, Santa. You usually come in the middle of the night to leave your presents in secret, right? So, if I open up a window on the second floor of our school for you, would you please come through there for me?

Santa: Hm? Why might she want me to do that? …Ah! Ahahah! I see! She probably wants to meet me. HO-ho-ho! Aw, I am sorry, all you children. Santa Claus is not allowed to show himself to you…

Amitie’s Voice: ‘Cuz, you see! There was a vase on that windowsill on the second floor. I accidentally broke it today! It was Ms. Accord’s favorite, soooo, let’s just pretend YOU did it, Santa!

Santa: …What?

Amitie’s Voice: Please apologize to Ms. Accord for me! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!

Santa: A…ARE THERE NO NICE CHILDREN LEFT ANYWHERE?!

-END

#Puyo Puyo #puyo #PuyoPuyo #Neni translates #Puyo Pop

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writingaustin · 2 years ago

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Going through and reposting old stories I wrote for Reddit. This one's called Puzzled Reaper. Guess the story prompt.

“Wait, I died? How?”

“Listen guy, I’m just as baffled by this as you are.”

“So you don’t know how I died? But aren’t you the Grim Reaper?” I heaved a weary sigh. This was my first ever client, and it was already going poorly. I held back the urge to curl up in a ball and start crying. That probably wouldn’t be very respectful of me, seeing as I was standing over this man’s corpse.

I shouldn’t have taken this job from the temp agency. The pay was too good, but I thought that was just because I would be on call 24/7. I sure as hell should’ve said no when they sent me this scythe in the mail.

“No, I’m the Puzzled Reaper.”

“What?”

“Exactly.”

“Is this some sort of joke?”

“Oh god, I wish.”

“…” The man (or the soul, I guess?) bent over and covered his face, making a sort of sound that reminded me of a dying animal. I gently patted him on the back.

“No, it’s okay. Dying’s not so bad, bud. There’s no reason to get frustrated about it.”

“I’m mad at you! Aren’t you supposed to be helping me with this?! Explaining that I died, where I go from here…” He slapped my hand away, rearing on me with a red face. It soon paled, however, as his own words hit him. Now he was looking as lifeless as his corpse.

That sounds kind of redundant. He is a corpse. A soul? Some sort of…ethereal ghost-creature? A jerk who yells at hardworking customer service agents?

“Where will I go…?”

“Probably Hell for yelling at me on my first day.”

“What?!”

“No, look, I don’t actually know. I just take the souls to the place where they are…uh…” I paused and fumbled in my dark-as-night robes. Didn’t they give me a manual? I winced as my scythe fell away from me as I looked for that little booklet, clanging pitifully on the ground.

Look, everyone has a rough first day. Just keep it cool, and you got this. I took a deep breath to steady myself, repeating the mantra my yoga teacher taught me.

“You are one with the universe…loved by the universe…”

“You really have no clue, do you?” “No, of course I do. Look, it’s all in this manual here.” I flourished the tiny little pamphlet that had been sent with my work clothes and scythe. The title, in easy to read bold lettering, said, ‘So You Want to Reap Souls.’ The title was incorrect, as I didn’t actually want to, but a job was a job.

“Did you not receive any training?”

“I received a manual?”

“Ugggggggggh.”

“Let’s see…ah, yes. The Puzzled Reaper. See? That’s me.”

“What. Does. It. Say.”

“Hey, relax. You gotta take life slowly sometimes…oops. Sorry.”

“WHAT. DOES. IT. SAY.”

“Sheesh. Alright, ‘The Puzzled Reaper is the reaper that takes care of souls that perished in mysterious circumstances. It is the job of the Puzzled Reaper to illuminate…’, wow, this sounds kind of pompous.”

“Keep. Reading.”

“Alright, alright. ‘To illuminate the soul as to the cause of their death so that they may pass on safely to the underworld. Only by understanding how and why they died can a human’s spirit find solace and move on. Failure to do so will result in…’”

“In…?”

“’In the human soul turning into a revenant that will forever haunt the earth.’”

“So, if I’m to understand…”

“We need to figure out how you died so you can pass on safely to Hell.”

“I’m screwed.”

“Hey, bud, we got this. I may be new to the job, but I love detective stories. That’s just what this is, right? We’re like detectives! Well, I’m the detective. You’re my Watson!”

“I’m completely and utterly screwed.”

“Let’s examine the crime scene, Watson!” I kneeled down and began to examine the body for clues.

“Undeniably, irrevocably, doubtlessly screwed.”

~-~

“Using my extensive experience of the past twenty minutes as both a detective and a ferryman of souls, I deduce this man with an incurable case of no longer breathing.” I knelt before the corpse, gingerly jabbing at it with the non-pokey end of my scythe.

The man himself (that is, his soul) was now quietly sobbing in a corner of his office, face completely pressed against the wall as I made my expert diagnosis.

“Now, what sort of assistant are you? Shouldn’t you be taking notes, or making snarky remarks?”

“Just leave…”

“That’s no way to treat a friend.”

“I don’t even know who you are…” He glanced back at me, his eyes suspiciously dry.

“Oh, actually, I suppose it’s not like you can actually cry. I mean, you don’t even have a body anymore. Physically, that is.” He turned back and started to sob again.

“Jeez, come on. Alright, look. What’s your name?” If a look could kill, I would need a Grim Reaper. But I suppose him glaring at me was preferable to the fake crying.

“Tell me, what’s your name?”

“Jonathan.”

“Jonathan, alright, like Swift.”

“It’s Herrick, actually.” That’s some progress. Jonathan Herrick, my aspiring assistant detective and present corpse on the ground.

“Alright, Jonathan Herrick. You can call me Reaper, or detective.”

“You aren’t a detective!”

“Ye of little faith.” I stood up, taking a seat atop the oak desk in the middle of the room as I reached to grab the now cold mug of coffee beside me.

We were in Herrick’s (former) home office and current tomb, his lifeless body collapsed beside an old leather chair behind me. The only light in the room came from a laptop still running beside me on the desk, its harsh and electronic radiance providing no favors for Herrick’s (his body’s) appearance. Though it should be midday outside, the curtains were tightly drawn. Herrick’s soul was now pacing in front of me, with an expression that couldn’t seem to decide between homicidal rage and self-pity.

“I’ve already deduced that you were murdered using some sort of poison.”

“What?” Oh, self-pity it is then.

“Hmhm, yes, what sort of genius was lurking underneath this cloak indeed, dear Herrick.” I sniffed, pretending to hold a pipe. My dream of being a veritable Holmes elucidating the secrets of the world for my own dear Watson was already coming true.

“No, what do you mean by murdered?”

“By poison?”

“Who?”

“You?”

“What? Why would you think I was murdered?”

“Because I’m here.”

“But you’re just here to figure out how I died…”

“Remember what I said earlier about dying in mysterious circumstances? Well, it seems obvious that I was sent here because that happened to you. You were murdered, and now we need to find out who killed you so you can find peace in Hell.” Hahah! We’ll catch this criminal in time for dinner at this rate.

Herrick’s eyes went blank as I graciously waited for him to agree on how clever I was. Forget rage or self-pity, he looked like someone grasping the truly inconsequential nature of humanity in the grand scale of the infinity that was time. Or, I don’t know, a comparison for suitable for normal humans…he looked like a man who had looked up one day to find that the sky was pink, despite it being blue all his life before that moment.

Cut me some slack, I don’t know what normal human things are, I’m an embodiment of death for goodness sake.

Anyway.

We stayed like that for a few minutes; I sitting on his (former) desk, and him standing there in front of the door, staring at some point beyond this world. But slowly, and surely, I could see the gears turning in his mind. The confusing slowly giving way under the power of anger and indignation as ‘Why was I murdered?’ slowly turned into ‘Who was the bastard that did this?’

“And why do you think it was poison?”

“Well, there’s no actual damage to your body. I mean, let’s be honest, you’ve got on a bit of that winter weight, clearly took your fair share of Santa’s cookies during the holidays. But, the fact I’m here seems to suggest that we can rule out natural causes like a heart-attack.”

“Hey…that’s true, but hurtful.”

“Yet, there doesn’t seem to be a single mark on your corpse. No wounds of any sort.”

“So…it can’t be natural causes, yet it doesn’t seem like I was attacked. So the way I died…”

“Must’ve been something you drank.” I took a big swig of the cold coffee.

“Hey, wait-!” He held up a hand to stop me, but I was already finishing off the dregs at the bottom of the mug.

#reddit #short story #comedy #flash fiction

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blujaydoodles · 3 years ago

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Elyss, 83, holding hands?

I got carried away lol

from this really great prompt list!

#THANK YOU!!! <3 #HI HELLO YOU SENT THIS ALMOST EXACTLY TWO MONTHS AGO DSKJHKGFJ OOPS UH....#I actually did most of this immediately and then had A Bad Brain for uhhh all of the rest of that time lmao #thank you for sending another one cause it reminded me this one was still sitting there too 👀#ask thing #art prompts #I'm gonna repost em separately tomorrow so I'll talk more about em then BUT!! MY GIRL!!!#Taldian #Jermaine #my OCs #Elyss #Juniper #dungeons and doodles

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softboywriting · 4 years ago

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Unmated

Summary: Sometimes your mate is right under your nose. [werewolf au] [fluff] [alpha shawn]

Word Count: 1.7k

|Masterlist in Bio|

Getting a date when you're a werewolf is hard, but getting a mate, that's even harder. Most of the other wolves in town are already taken and the human guys aren't interested once they find out what you are. Not that you really want a human mate. They just don't understand a lot of aspects of werewolf life and don't care to try to.

So when you find out that one of your pack alphas is making it harder for you to find someone, you're simultaneously annoyed and curious. Being cockblocked is one thing, but having it being done by the one alpha you've had a crush on since you moved into the pack house is another. Only problem is, this alpha is a pain in the ass and you can't decide if you want him, or if you want to strangle him.

Shawn has his pros and cons. He’s fine, like damn fine. Gorgeous even. But he’s bossy, always on your ass about keeping up with the pack on runs. Always reminding you when it’s your turn to do parameter checks because you do them with him and he won’t have you make him look bad. But at the same time he will make you lunch, give you extra time in the bathroom when the other wolves are fighting to get in, and even do your laundry when you forget about it in the laundry room. He cares, and those little moments make your heart race. You walk a fine line between wanting him, feeling drawn to him, and being irritated by his very existence.

Everything changes on one Friday night. You and your friend Tish have gone out of town to a new night club that has just opened. What better place to meet someone then there? Loads of people from all around are going to the grand opening. There is bound to be someone who will take you out.

Things are great. You chat up a few human guys, get some drinks off of them, dance a little, the usual for a night out. But as soon as you get the courage to ask for their number, they split. It's like they know something isn't right, like they sense you're a werewolf. It's annoying and quite frankly it hurts.

You turn your sights to a werewolf guy at the bar. Tall, light brown hair, real soft on the eyes. He's definitely a beta, not big enough to be an alpha. Perfect.

"Hey, how's it going?" You smile as you take a seat on the bar stool beside him.

He looks up from his drink and raises his eyebrows. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. How's it going?"

"Uh, good. Just chilling, having some whiskey." He lifts his glass and takes a sip.

"Yeah, cool." You wave at the bartender and he motions that he'll be there in a moment. This conversation isn't too thrilling, you'll need a drink. "Did you come with friends?"

"Yeah, they're around."

You wait, expecting him to continue the conversation but he doesn't. "Are you single or am I reading you wrong?"

The guy nearly chokes on his drink. "Am I single? Yes. But you're not, so why are you trying to flirt with me?"

"What?" You laugh in disbelief. "I'm extremely single. Have you gone scent blind?"

"You reek of an alpha. I'm not messing with an alpha's girl. I'm not stupid."

"An alph-" you freeze mid sentence as realization hits you like a truck. It's Shawn. You smell like Shawn, the only unmated alpha in your pack, the one you've got a crush on. He's cockblocking you and probably has been for a long while simply because he is unmated. "Oh my God."

"Yeah, sorry sweetheart." The guy chuckles to himself. "Good luck though."

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Just after two in the morning you arrive home, Tish dropping you off and going to her own place. You get inside and drop your keys and shoes by the door. Everyone is asleep, the lights are all off. You head up to your bedroom and stop short of the door. It is open just a crack, the latch not completely flush to the frame. Did you miss closing it? No. You always close your door tight.

You push open the door and see a figure on your bed, illuminated by your winnie the Pooh night light in the corner. It's silly. You got that nightlight when you were ten and kept it solely because it was the last gift you received from your grandmother before she passed. Who knew it would actually come to use in your twenties.

"Hello?" You call out, flipping the switch beside your door and illuminating the room in soft white light.

Immediately the person stirs, stretching and then sitting up. It's Shawn. "What who- oh."

"What's going on here?" You ask, looking around just to make sure it's actually your bedroom. It is. One hundred percent. No doubt about it. "Why are you in my bed?"

Shawn stands and puts on his usual air of authority, arms crossed, eyes hard set on you as if you're the one who's done something wrong. "I came to check on you and you were gone. So I waited."

"I went out with Tish. I didn't know I needed to update you on my personal life." You roll your eyes and go to your dresser to find a pair of pajamas. "That doesn't explain why you were waiting on my bed asleep. Why not just wait in your own room?"

Shawn doesn't say anything and heads for the door. You stop him, hand on his arm and he looks down at you. "What?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yes I did. I said I was waiting. I guess I fell asleep."

"But why in my room?"

"Because you would come in here."

"Do you wait for me often?"

Shawn looks away and you raise your eyebrows. That's new. He never turns away, never shows fault to anyone.

"Shawn. Do you come into my room a lot?"

"I'm just protecting you."

You narrow your eyes. "What? Protecting me from what? That's not an answer to my question."

He steps toward the door and crosses his arms, avoiding eye contact. It's not unlike him to be so defensive, but to be silent is unlike him. He's always the one to drive an argument or command attention in a conversation. It's as if he feels guilty now, as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be. "Please don't be angry with me."

His words sideline you for a moment. You're pretty sure you've never heard the word please come out of his mouth. "How can I be angry when I don't even know what you're talking about?" You duck into his field of vision and he looks the other way. "Why are you being weird?"

"I'm not being weird."

"Then stop talking in riddles and answer my questions. Why are you in my room now? Have you been coming in here when I'm gone? And what are you protecting me from?"

Shawn shakes his head. "I just...sometimes I just come and sit in here, okay? I don't touch anything I promise."

"I mean it's not okay because this is my private space and-"

"I don't want you to leave."

You fall silent, staring at the alpha before you. Leave? Why would you leave? This makes even less sense than before. "Shawn. I don't understand anything you're saying to me. I'm very confused."

Shawn takes a deep breath and leans against your desk, hands gripping the edges. "I like you."

"Okay." Your stomach flips in excitement. You feel like such a teenager getting attention from her crush for the first time.

"I really, really like you a lot." His eyes find yours and you can't breathe. "Your scent calms me down when I get irritated or uh, anxious, but anyway, I come and sit down on your bed. I know I shouldn't do that and that this is your space. I'm sorry."

"Oh."

"And...I guess I also come in here so my scent is on your stuff because I don't want you to...to find someone else and leave the pack."

"You know you can just ask me out right?" You mumble and he flushes. "You don't have to cockblock me all the damn time if you just want to go out with me."

Shawn pushes off the desk and stands in front of you, cheeks red and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you caused it. You made the big scary alpha blush and say please and sorry. Such power you weild in this moment. "You won't say no?"

"Why would I, Shawn? Not sure if you've noticed but I really like you too."

"Oh." He rubs his neck. "You do?"

"Yeah, you're a little hard to read so I didn't know you liked me back. I've been trying to get a date for weeks and I haven't been able to because you've been keeping everyone away."

He smiles sheepishly. "Oops?"

"I guess I've been looking for a date in all the wrong places."

"Yeah." He bumps your fingers with his and you let him curl his around yours. "You really like me? You're not just saying that?"

"Yes I really do like you. It's like this pull that I have whenever you're around. Even when you irritate me and boss me around a bit on runs, I still just want you."

Shawn grins, his prominent fang teeth showing and you take a deep breath. "I thought it was just me. I feel that too, the pull to be closer to you."

"Maybe we should stop fighting it?"

"Definitely."

You wrap your arms around him and he squeezes you tight, falling over onto your bed. "Great, now I'm really gonna stink like you."

"Mmm, gonna taste like me too." He says and brushes his lip against your lips, sending your pulse through the roof. "Can I?"

"Yes."

With that he presses a kiss to your lips and you automatically open up to let him in. It's all it takes to seal the deal for you. You don't care if you smell like him, taste like him, or hear nothing again but his voice. You're sold, signed and sealed on this deal. You’re definitely mated.

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Resurfaced Feelings | Komori Motoya

Pairing: Komori X Reader (female)

Genre: fluff that really had me going doki doki writing this

Request: “Can i request Headcanons or a scenario with Komori Motoya where he has a crush on Inarizaki’s Manager” - anonnie

Author’s Note: i loved this req so much cause i love like protective type tropes so i may or mahy not have made the twins and basically the inarizaki team protective of y/n 👉👈happy reading! thanks for requesting!!

The gym wafted the musty stench of sweat of all the players, specifically the six teams that played on the court

Komori chugged his water to cool himself off as the opposing team did their punishment of flying receives for losing, the cool liquid instantly chilling his body but not for long

The squeeze nozzle squeaked, puffing a gust of misty air in his face as he drank the last bits of it to his dismay

You, sat on the bench beside coach Kurosu, made your final notes in the inarizaki volleyball club journal, taking down the stats of the practice match

The team shuffled off as the opposing team did their penalties as well

They picked up their own bottles and chugged away, sighing and breathing deeply

It was the last match of the day before dinner

“Y/N, could you get me more water please?”

“Sure. Anyone else?” You took Suna’s bottle in hand as well as the twins’ and Aran

“Do you need any help?” Kita asked, dabbing his forehead with his towel

“No, I got it. You guys did so good today!” You playfully waved a bottle as you walked off to the water fountains, already hearing the twins bickering over something about food as you walked away

The air con made goosebumps rise on your arms as you hugged the bottles, standing behind a player

He filled his bottle but was just drinking from the fountain, chugging as much as he could to cool down

You looked around at the same pictures and trophies you had seen almost everyday when you went to practice as you waited patiently

As he finished and turned, your body suddenly collided with his, the bottles dropping to the ground

“Oops,” you breathed as you knelt down to pick it up

“I’m so sorry, let me help you- Y/N?”

You looked up to the familiar voice to meet your middle school friend- Komori Motoya

“Komori?”

He looked so different from what you could remember

Last time you saw him was your middle school graduation and he was just around your height but since then, you only grew a couple inches and it seemed he grew a whole foot, more or less, taller

He picked up two of the bottles for you while you held the other two

You had grown so beautifully, he felt his heart do a little flip, the feelings he thought were long gone , resurfacing

So did the awkwardness he had toward you

You rendered him speechless, making him botch his sentences and reduced him to a stuttering mess but you two were sort of close

“Are you-“

“What’re you-“

“Uh you go first.” You laughed

It was a weird feeling bubbling inside you since you were seeing him again

A great part of you back then wanted to get closer to komori, attracted to his persona and friendliness but it just never happened

“Are you a manager?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, and the mention of being a manger made you remeber why you were here in the first place

“Oh, sorry, could I refill these while we chat?” You asked, now your turn awkwardly looking up to him

“Yeah, no problem,” he stepped aside, gesturing to the fountain for you. “So which team are you no managing for?”

“Inarizaki,” you smiled, as you watched the water level rising in the bottle, setting it to the top of the fountain and starting the next one

“Woah, they’re really strong. With the Miya twins and all…” Komori could feel the intimidation just by watching from the side when Inarizaki played another team

But anyone would with their powerful serves and attacks, their receives able to keep the ball in play no matter what

So far, itachiyama and inarizaki hadn’t done any penalties this entire camp

“What were you gonna ask?” Komori handed you another bottle and screwed one of the filled ones shut for you, securing the lid

“Oh, well I was gonna ask what’re you doing here but then I realized that you must be here as a player, of course…” you laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash down your back

“I didn’t know you were into volleyball.” You set the third one aside, hearing a few whistles being blown

“No? I’ve been playing since junior high… well I guess it never became a topic of conversation between us, huh?” He screwed another lid

“Itachiyama’s strong too, especially with Sakusa as the second ace in the nation.” You finally finished and screwed them up

As you gathered the bottles in your arms, Komori slipped two out

“Let me help you,” he took two in hand so you held the other two comfortably

He used his leg and pushed the door open with his body, holding it for you and followed you in suit toward Inarizaki, seeing the teams had shifted

He smiled the way seeing your sway side to side as you walked back to your team but looking up, he felt the coldest chill run up and down his spine

The eyes of the inarizaki team stared past you and right at him seeing an opposing team member with you and now making his way over toward them

“Here you go, ‘Samu, Suna,” you handed the two players their cold drinks as Komori stood awkwardly behind

“Took you long enough,” Osamu scoffed, nudging your shoulder playfully with a slight smirk on his face

As you turned around to get the other two bottles for Atsumu and Aran, Aran had already gotten his and this just left Atsumu who approached him

“What do ya think you’re doin’ with our precious manager, hm?” He acted high and mighty toward Komori, clearly intimidating him

“‘Tsumu, stop it.” Osamu and you said simultaneously, poking his side

Well you poked him lightly but Osamu jabbed his finger into his brother’s side, adding fire to the flame of their bickerings

“Sorry,” you scratched the back of your head. “But it was really nice seeing you again, Komori,” you smiled up to him

He could feel his heart rate picking up the way your eyes seemed brighter but he couldn’t tell if it was cause of the gym’s lights or it was just you

He chose the latter

“It was really nice seeing you, too, Y/N, we should talk more later.” He waved, hoping you didn’t see the flush on his ears as they burned red as he was met with Sakusa and his team walking by to the Inarizaki court

“We’re playing Inarizaki next,” he mumbled through his mask, opting to stand instead of sitting on the bench

Turning around, you were met with the eyes of your team, a few of them glancing back and forth between you and Komori

“Y/N has a boyfriend~” Akagi was at your side, nudging his shoulder into yours, wiggling his brows just the slightest

“I do not!” You shoved the liber back a little. “He’s just an… old friend from middle school,” you glanced over to him, your eyes staying on him a little too long

He stretched his legs, his eyes darting over to your but leaving as fast as he glanced when he met yours

“Just a friend”

But you couldn’t tell if you were saying that more to Inarizaki, who didn’t believe you the slightest bit, or to yourself, trying to give a reason as to why your heart was beating faster after locking eyes with Komori

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calamitykaty · 4 years ago

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Ohana

Request- what if the cast (Madison Charlie, Owen Jeremy in an apartment together) was stuck in quarantine together with the lock down happen and they try navigate through it all and try not get in each other nerves, big brothers to mads...

WORD COUNT: 1999

WARNINGS: NONE, JUST A BUNCH OF WHOLESOME FLUFF

Owen, Charlie, Madison and Jeremy set themselves in different areas of the apartment as they prepared for yet another Zoom interview, the third one of the week. Charlie opted to take himself outside on the balcony, Madison took the kitchen table while Jeremy and Owen both set up in their respective rooms.

“Hey guys!” The interviewer called out

“Hi!” Madison chirped back followed by a “how you doin’” from Charlie. Jeremy came in with “Hi! It’s nice to meet you!” and Owen fumbled his entrance with “Good Morning...or Afternoon...I don’t know where you are.”

They went through the interview questions with ease, at this point they had heard the same questions over and over and though they tried their best the answers started to be the same too.

“Charlie, I saw that you posted on Instagram that you all four of you are quarantining together, how is that going?” The interviewer asked and Charlie welcomed the question.

“Oh! Gosh! It’s so much fun….well, I mean, most of the time!” Charlie laughed.

“Uh oh!” The interviewer responded.

“No,...no, it’s all good! Owen just has a bad habit of not washing his dishes and leaving clothes all over the apartment!” Charlie revealed.

“Oop! Not you calling people out Charlie” Madison responded with her hand over her mouth.

Jeremy laughed, clapping his hands together and Owen chimed in “Ok, Charlie, Okay...I may be messy but at least I eat like a normal human being!”

“Expose him!” Madi yelled out “Charlie over here eating peanut butter on his eggs…”

They wrapped up the interview and each headed to the living room “peanut butter eggs, really, Mads?” Charlie flicked her in the forehead as he walked by her to sit on the couch.

Madison shrugged her shoulders “...that’s what you get for coming at Owen…”

Charlie pulled out his phone and scrolled through Instagram, reposting some fan art and replying to comments before he got a notification that Owen had tagged him in a post. Charlie clicked on the video and groaned when he saw it was a video of him eating another weird food combo. Owen immediately started laughing when he saw Charlie’s face and the two boys started play fighting in the middle of the living room.

Jeremy watched for approximately two minutes before getting up and going back to his room to facetime his wife.

“You guys are himbos” Madison muttered under her breath.

Charlie stopped mid-way through tackling Owen and turned around to Madison, his face twisted in confusion “Huh?”

Owen laughed, “what does that even mean?”

Charlie turned back towards Owen “Dude, I swear she speaks a whole ‘nother language than us.”

Madison rolled her eyes and stood up “I’m going to my room to go live with my fantoms, you guys are idiots.”

Charlie pushed out of Owen’s grasp and plopped back down on the couch. He grabbed the remote control and mindlessly flipped through the channels before landing on some old school cartoons.He sighed a happy sigh and laid his head down on the pillow propped up by the arm of the couch. Jeremy joined Charlie in the living with a smile plastered to his face. Charlie looked up at him from his spot on the couch, wiggling his eyebrows, which, in turn caused Jeremy to pull the pillow out from underneath his head and hit him in the face with it.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Charlie” Jeremy huffed and sat down in the oversized chair adjacent to the couch “you are exhausting to live with” he muttered, his right pointer finger scrolling through his Instagram page lazily.

“Yeah, Charlie, you’re like the worst to live with.” Owen snickered.Charlie flicked him in the back of the head.

Jeremy looked up from his phone “I don’t know why you’re laughing,Owen...i’m pretty sure you’re growing a science experiment in your dirty dishes.”

“Ugh..fine, MOM! I will go wash my dishes, happy?” Owen rolled his eyes and made his way to the kitchen with slumped shoulders.

The two brown haired boys sat in silence, both scrolling through Instagram and going through the endless amount of art, edits and covers that the fans had tagged them in. Charlie added some of his favorites to his story and commented on others as he saw fit. Every few minutes he would laugh under his breath and turn his phone to Jeremy who would laugh as well with an occasional “send me that one…” muttered into the otherwise silent air.

“I thought Mads was on live?” Charlie cocked his head back to look at Jeremy for an answer after noticing her profile wasn’t live at the top of his screen.

“She was for a little bit” Jeremy confirmed “she ended it like, I don’t know...an hour ago?” Jeremy shrugged.

Charlie swung his legs to the side and sat up before pulling himself off of the couch and making his way to the teenage girls bedroom. Her door was cracked the tiniest bit but Charlie still lifted his knuckles and lightly tapped the door. He pushed the door open when he didn’t get a response from the girl and peered into her room. The walls had a purple glow reflecting off of them from the lights that ran across the molding. Madison was curled up in the middle of the bed but from her shaking body he knew she wasn’t napping. Charlie walked further into her room and sat on the foot of her bed and leaned forward, gently placing his hand on the girl's shoulder.

“Mads?” Charlie said gently, concern laced in his voice.

Madison squeezed her stuff ghost to her chest and shook her head at Charlie.

“Hey...hey, what’s wrong?” Charlie grabbed her left hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Madison sucked in a shaky breath, wiped her tears from her face with the back of her right hand and sat up. She pulled her knees to her chest and laid her head on the tops of them, staring at the wall.

“I w-wanna g-g-go home” the curly haired girl got out between small sobs, the tears falling steadily from her eyes again.

Charlie’s face softened at the words. He remembered what it was like when he first left home for the great unknown, it was hard, and even if he was surrounded by great people, he still felt lonely sometimes too. Charlie pulled the girl forward by the wrists until her head was hooked over his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her. His right hand ran up and down her back trying to calm her down. They sat like that in silence, her tears slowly soaking through the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder.

“You know you can always talk to us, right, Mads? Like, we aren’t ever going to judge you, you know that, yeah?” Charlie spoke softly. Madison pulled away from Charlie and wiped the last remaining tears from her cheeks as she nodded her head.

“I’ll be out in a little bit...I just need a minute” Madison gave Charlie the tiniest hint of a smile, letting him know that she was going to be ok.

“Ok” Charlie agreed and left the girl to herself, closing the door behind him. He made his way back to the living room where Owen and Jeremy were in the middle of a game of Death By Daylight.

“Hey, Himbo’s” Charlie greeted.

“You don’t even know what that means, idiot.” Owen muttered.

Charlie shrugged and grabbed the tv remote before turning the TV off without notice and eliciting angry “Hey’s” from the other two boys. He leaned back in the chair and glanced down the hallway to make sure Madison’s door was still closed.

He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. “We need to do something like...really, really spectacular for Madi. She is really homesick and upset.” His eyes switched between the two boys as they threw ideas back and forth before Jeremy came through with the game-winning plan.

“None of us can really cook so why don’t we order some Empanadas and Elote from that small hole-in-the-wall place that Madi likes and then we set up a zoom with her family and some of her friends for a movie night. We can get DoorDash to deliver some popcorn and snacks to us too so it’ll be like, a whole thing.”

“Dude, Jer, you’re a genius!” Owen exclaimed and Charlie nodded his head in agreement. The three boys quickly got to work to arrange everything. Charlie ordered the food to be delivered before he quickly cleaned the dining table off so they could sit together and have a meal family style. Owen DoorDashed the movie snacks and popcorn and Jeremy DM’d several of Madi’s friends before calling her Mr. Reyes and letting him know what was going on.

Charlie set plates out on to the table along with glasses of water and within a half hour the food and snacks had been delivered. He placed the containers of food in the middle of the table while Jeremy set up his laptop in the living room so they could join the Zoom call when they finished eating.

“Do I smell empanadas?” Madison's voice called as the girl made her way up the hallway and towards the kitchen area. The girl stopped in the doorway with her mouth agape,her eyes scanned the dining table and the three boys that stood by it.

“What’s all this?” She gestured with her right hand.

Jeremy pulled out a chair and motioned for Madison to sit in it before he pushed it in towards the table.

“We heard you were feeling a little down.” Owen shrugged as if the effort they put in over the last hour was no big deal and reached for an empanada before passing the container to Madison. Madison eagerly grabbed one and bit into it “oh myyyy gooodddd” she moaned out mid chew.

“Elote?” Charlie held out the other food container to Madison. Madison eagerly grabbed one and placed on her plate “you guys are a couple of simps!”

“What’s a--” Jeremy raised an eyebrow in question but was cut off by Charlie.

“Don’t ask, I think she just makes them up as she goes.” Charlie shrugged “but I’m almost positive it’s a good thing.”

The dining room was filled with laughter as they told jokes and played rounds of what are the odds? Madison sat back in her chair, her eyes bright and a smile so large on her face that her cheeks had begun to hurt. Jeremy got up and took all of the plates to the sink while Charlie placed the leftover food into the fridge and Owen made a quick run to the living room to enter the Zoom call and popped ‘Hocus Pocus’ into the blu-ray player. Madison whined when Charlie grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her to the living room when she tried to go back to her room to call her Dad.

“Hocus Pocus? Guys, I love this movie!” Madison squealed, her eyes opening wide when she heard a whole room of laughter.

“Guys…?”

Owen turned the laptop around and Madison immediately burst into tears at seeing the faces of her family and friends on the screen all together. She popped up from the couch and pulled each of the guys into a tight hug.

Jeremy looked down at the girl and smiled “we’re always here for ya, kid.”

“Yeah, Mads, you’re like a little sister to us, We love you.” Owen agreed while pouring some rainbow nerds into his mouth.

“Alright, enough of the mush, let’s get this movie night started” Charlie hopped over the back of the couch and got himself situated before pressing play. Madison rolled her eyes at the boy and settled into her spot on the couch with a bag of reeses pieces and her heart full.

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out-of-jams · 4 years ago

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A Dance of Fire and Wind || (05) || jjk

↠ A Dance of Fire and Wind ↞ One year ago you were banished from the Fire Nation, branded a traitor and a coward by the scar on your face. The only way to win back both your throne and the respect of your father was to capture the Avatar, master of all four elements.

You’d be damned if you failed.

Warnings/Genre: Avatar the Last Airbender!au. Female Prince Zuko!Reader. Avatar!Jungkook. Fluff. Angst. Explicit language. Smut. Light violence. Waterbender!Jimin. Sokka!Taehyung. Nonlinear drabble series.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/n: These will not be posted in order, so you do not need to read them that way! However, they will each be numbered, so if you do want to read them in sequential order, you can!

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05: The Chase

“Catch me if you can!”

A grunt of annoyance left your lips, but that was the only response you gave to the obvious taunting. Not like the brat ahead of you would have been able to hear it anyway. The armor you wore was heavy, weighing you down as you ran through the dirt path streets of whatever small Earth Kingdom village you’d docked at an hour ago.

“Out of my way!” You bit out through clenched teeth. The older man who’d just been standing in your path met the side of the road with a thud with a harsh shove. But you didn’t care. Didn’t bother to pay any mind to the barely concealed disgruntled shout. Especially when whatever he’d been about to say died down in his throat the second he got a good glance at the color of your uniform.

The day had started out just like any other. You’d woken up at sunrise and did your morning exercises and meditation. It’d been right in the middle of said meditation when the door leading to the empty deck of your ship cracked open. Normally, the soldiers under your command knew better than to interrupt you and you knew for a fact that your uncle was still asleep.

When the presence had refused to disappear, a frown pulled at your lips and you snapped your eyes open in irritation. You ignored the flash of dull pain that licked at the harshly scarred, burned skin on the left side of your face, surrounding your eye and reaching all the way back your ear. One year later and the pain had still yet to cease. Not even the cool breeze drifting from the ocean was enough to cool the fire that itched beneath your skin. The heat that fluctuated with the rise of your temper.

“What?” You’d snapped, relaxing out of your meditative posture.

The soldier, whose shadow fell over your seated position, shifted. Whether in nervousness or caution, you frankly didn’t give a shit. You were known for many things, but your patience wasn’t one of them. His eyes dropped to the metal deck of the ship and the armored helmet over his head bobbed with the movement.

“I apologize for the interruption, Princess Y/n. But the ship is in need of restocking.”

A puff of breath, warmer than usual due to displeasure, passed your lips. “Then inform the captain that we’ll be stopping at the next port.”

“Right away, Princess.” He--you never bothered to learn the names of the peasant soldiers so far beneath you--bowed his head once again before making himself scarce.

Luck. That’s what your uncle would have called it when you’d happened to glance up in the middle of the village market just in time to recognize a familiar face. Your hand had been outstretched to place a few gold pieces into the palm of the tea vendor (your uncle had picked out an obnoxiously expensive tea set claiming that his last one had been damaged during a pirate raid two weeks ago) when you’d spotted him.

His bright yellow and orange outfit would have been a dead giveaway even if you hadn’t already noticed him standing there, frozen. Big brown eyes were wide with shock and you took a moment to acknowledge the fact that his two little lackeys weren’t by his side for once. Not that it mattered, you could’ve taken on all three of them in a fight easily.

One month. It’d been one month since you’d first laid your sights on the boy, the Avatar. Which marked one year and one month since your banishment from the Fire Nation. You’d never known what exactly to expect him to look like when you’d first begun your journey to hunt him down. But it sure as hell wasn’t a boy who looked barely even a year younger than you. Barely even eighteen. He was supposed to be the master of all four elements: Earth, Fire, Water, Air, and over a hundred years old. Not a teenage boy.

You’d managed to capture him once during that first month, when he’d voluntarily given himself up in exchange for the promised safety of the village he’d been taking refuge in. But the bastard was surprisingly and irritatingly slippery. From the moment he’d first escaped your ship and therefore your capture, the chase had been on.

So seeing him in that moment, across the market square, you didn’t even hesitate before shoving the gold pieces into the hand of the vendor. Your uncle, who’d been patiently awaiting his new wrapped tea set, had let out a sound of surprise when you bolted. The Avatar’s panicked squeak was audible even over the small crowd. You’d barely even cleared half of the distance between you before he turned tail and ran.

Whatever alarm the Avatar had been feeling seemed to have vanished and now he turned to childishly stick his tongue out at you from over his shoulder. His brunette hair, that clashed horribly with his outfit, fluttered around his head playfully. “Too slow! What do they feed you Fire Benders? Lazy cakes?”

A growl rumbled in your throat at the blatant taunt and you clenched your fist. It was anger that drew the fire from your stomach and down your arm. Fury that caused the air around you to simmer in warning right before you ignited it and sent a ball of fire flying straight at the annoying little shit.

The Avatar just let out a laugh, hopping into the air far higher than any normal person could achieve. He’d just barely managed to avoid the flames, but the vegetable cart that stood in the way wasn’t so lucky.

“My cabbages!” A male voice screeched as you sprinted by, but you didn’t care to spare a glance.

“Oops. Sorry!” The Avatar called back casually, like he wasn’t in the middle of a chase. Like you were some kind of game that he’d just so happened to fall into. Like you were some kind of fucking joke.

“Get back here!” You shouted, sending another volley of fireballs that the Avatar just managed to dodge. Around you, peasant villagers fled from the scene, terrified at the sight of fighting.

“Uh,” the Avatar twisted out of the way of a stream of fire, sliding off the wooden staff hooked over his back to throw a gush of powerful air to clash with your next assault. “No thanks.”

His muscular back flexed with the effort it took to hold you off, biceps bulging with the power of his swings. Spotting the large, inhumanly sized flying bison that the boy kept as a pet and used as transportation up ahead resting on one of the rooftops, you gritted your teeth. Two familiar heads poking up from over the leather saddle, both dark heads of hair, urged you to move that much faster. If the Avatar managed to reach them, he’d more than likely escape before you could capture him.

One of his weak companions noticed you and his jaw dropped open, eyes widening at the same time. His blue Water Tribe--wasn’t it a little too warm to be wearing something so fluffy and padded?--stood out amongst the dull brown buildings. “Jungkook, hurry! She’s right behind you!”

“Obviously.” The other, his voice much deeper and less fitting to his appearance, grunted. He was thin, but not as petite as the other and climbed his way to the front of the saddle, picking up the long reins tied to either end of the animal’s horns with his hands. “Appa, yip-yip!”

With a crack! the reins snapped and the gargantuan beast let out an answering howl that had you leaping upwards to kick a stream of flame, right into the Avatar’s path the moment he took to the air. At the last minute, with another swing of his staff, he sent your own fire careening back towards you. You barely even had to flick your wrist to disperse it, but it was already too late.

The Avatar flew through the air, hair whipping around his head and wind tearing at his clothes, to land safely inside the bison’s saddle. Out of your range, you had no other choice but to skid to a stop right in the middle of the steadily emptying street. You craned your head back just in time to see the Avatar lean over the side of the saddle. A blindingly white grin stretched his cheeks, doe eyes scrunching as he waved a hand.

“Nice try, but better luck next time!”

Your hands clenched into infuriated fists at your side.

Next time he wouldn’t be getting away.

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Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 1 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: hey everyone! no ur not getting deja vu, i’m reposting what i have of this fic again just with a few necessary adjustments if u kwam. rip all my notes and lovely comments as i’m going to have chapter 1 deleted after this for obvious reasons, so feel free to still leave me some luv bc i’m ngl, re-jigging two fics is taking it out of me asdfghjklkjhgfds. without further ado may i now present to you strictly au 2: electric boogaloo xo

(this one goes out to the anon who wanted radio 1 DJ Heidi Nina Closet xo)

fic summary: Strictly Come Dancing enters its 18th series and its producers, after being goaded by a rival dance show on its inclusivity, commission it to be an all-female cast. Unlike Akeria who’s just here to bone her potential dance partner, dancer Vanessa is ready to act like a professional.

And then TV presenter Brooke Lynn walks into the rehearsal room.

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8th August 2020

Political correctness gone mad. Or at least, that’s what all the straight, white, 50 year old men have been tweeting. But the TV bosses thought that a same-sex version of the nation’s favourite dancing show would pull the viewers in, at least get some hype going like the good old days. The show’s been going since 2004, Vanessa thinks, as she rolls her neck and looks at the various alleged celebrities opposite them. This is what caused the death of the X Factor, all these sensationalist spin-offs, and now they’re doing the same with this one. She supposes the BBC were intimidated by Dancing on Ice, who had a single solitary same-sex couple on their show and were called out live by H from Steps. How humiliating. She’s only been part of the show for two years; this is her third, but her first one with a partner. She scans her eyes back down the line again, her gaze interrupted as Akeria whispers to her.

“Who you gunning for? I like that goddess, third from the right. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. Shit, our babies would be beautiful.”

Vanessa pauses, looks at who Akeria’s talking about and snorts a laugh. “Keeks, that’s Asia O'Hara. The chef? She’s been on Saturday Kitchen a couple times.”

“You actually watch that shit?” Akeria side-eyed her.

“Hey, drop the judgemental tone, bitch! It’s easy, chilled-out Saturday morning viewing. Anyway, chefs? Nah. Two left feet and they stomp their way across the dancefloor.”

“It ain’t the dancefloor I’m worried about. I’m more interested in what’s going on in the bedroom,” Akeria wiggles her eyebrows, making Vanessa snort a laugh. Seeing her friend’s expression of disbelief, Akeria rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on, Vanj. You telling me you never thought about it? A lil’ steamy affair? Get the Daily Mail’s tongues wagging?”

“Shut the hell up. You’re awful,” Vanessa laughs long-sufferingly in reply, casts her eyes back down the line of celebrities. Scarlet Envy is at the top- Vanessa knows her, she’s in one of the big soap operas. She’s talking quite earnestly to Yvie Oddly. Vanessa is aware of Yvie only because her niece is obsessed with her Youtube channel. What is it she does again? Gaming walkthroughs? She can’t remember. There’s a tall newsreader with dark hair that Vanessa doesn’t remember the name of but she knows that Jan’s eyeing her up from across the room, so even if she ends up being half-decent and Vanessa gets on well with her Jan will still cut her to make sure she ends up with her as a partner. There’s a black girl with a mane of dark hair and a gap tooth chatting to a blonde woman with glittery makeup, some pretty girls that must be influencers or makeup artists or something (in fact, Vanessa definitely recognises one from Love Island), and Monet X Change. Vanessa definitely knows her, and she’s quite surprised the show managed to net Monet given that most of the singers that appear on the show are usually washed up talent show rejects. Vanessa’s seen some clips of her touring, she knows she’s a good dancer. Maybe she’d be good.

Vanessa takes one final sweep down the line as she sees the producers readying themselves to begin. One, two, three, four…hang on. There’s only eleven celebrities, and unless she’s suddenly lost the ability to count Vanessa knows there’s twelve dancers. Maybe they were going to be more cutthroat than she thought, maybe this would be where they decide which dancers they’re giving partners to and which one they’re cutting. Vanessa nervously shifts in her character shoes as the producers begin their welcome.

As they’re talking, the huge rehearsal room doors burst open and a tall blonde comes rushing through them, dressed in white trainers, a baggy white gym top, and black Nike leggings. She looks on her way to be sweating half of her perfectly made up face off as she runs over to join the other celebrities, sweeping her long, curling-ironed hair up into a bun and apologising frantically as she does so.

“Kiki,” Vanessa whispers to her friend. “Who’s that?”

She feels Akeria shrug beside her. Luckily Monique is standing by her right side and has heard her question.

“Oh, bitch! That’s Brooke Lynn. She presents stuff.”

“What the fuck’s stuff?” Vanessa laughs quietly, not wanting to incur the wrath of the producers by talking over them.

“She did, uh…The Voice. An’ she did some kind of consumer show in the evenings. She does The One Show now. Bunch of boring ass shit, basically,” Monique waves a hand dismissively towards the end, gets distracted by a wink and a small wave across the room from Monet X Change.

“Damn. So they give her all the boring shows to present because they know people will tune in ‘cause she’s hot?” Vanessa muses. It’s just a fact, after all. She’s not been able to tear her eyes away from her since she rushed into the room. Vanessa hopes she’s a good dancer.

“Oop. Here we go already. The Strictly curse claims its first victim,” Akeria overhears her, sticks her tongue out at her as Vanessa bats her on the arm. The sudden movement causes one of the producers to whip round and glare at Vanessa and she immediately drops her arm and fixes him with an easy smile.

When she looks back at Brooke Lynn, she’s hiding her mouth with her hand and her eyes are twinkling at her in a laugh. Vanessa presses her lips together to keep from smiling back.

They all warm up together, even though Vanessa’s already warmed up, but it’s a good chance to see who has potential and who looks more like an octopus out of water with half its limbs cut off. She scans the mirrored wall as she rolls her shoulders in time with the EDM that’s blasting from the speakers. The blonde influencer-looking girl is fucked from the start, Vanessa notes. She’s rolling her shoulders both the wrong way and off-beat. One of the celebrities, the pouty one from Love Island, is already complaining that she’s pulled a muscle. Vanessa makes the executive decision that if she gets partnered up with her then she’s quitting the show and also possibly going on a killing spree in Elstree Studios.

Brooke Lynn hasn’t met her eyes since they caught each others’ earlier. She’s not being weird, it’s just an observation. Vanessa’s, however, have drifted her way a couple of times. Brooke seems to be sailing through the warmup that Jaida’s leading easily, and Vanessa notes how easily she’s managing the split stretches, how she can bend her body almost in half until her head touches the floor. She’s clearly had some sort of dance training before, and Vanessa thinks her good looks would just be a bonus of being partnered with her. She sweeps her gaze across the room again as she stretches out her other leg, her gaze landing on Yvie. She’s bendy, her forehead pressed to the floor as she stretches out and giggles at Scarlet beside her whose body appears to be made almost entirely of cardboard. Vanessa stifles a giggle herself as Jaida starts leading them in squats, hears Monique muttering something to her as she drops to the floor. Vanessa fixes her with a confused face.

“Think you’ve got an admirer,” Monique repeats a little louder, raising her eyebrows and jerking her head behind them to where the celebrities warmed up. Vanessa brings herself up out of the squat, whips her head round to see Brooke looking right at her.

Or rather, her ass.

As Brooke suddenly looks at about six different places in the room in the space of a second and her face turns roughly the same colour as a fire engine, Vanessa turns her head back round, trying to ignore the heat she can feel attacking her own face.

It’s kind of ironic that every year at least one couple is claimed by the Strictly curse and yet the producers still call the process of finding a potential partner “Speed Dating”. The curse is a phenomenon that Vanessa has felt the brunt of and knows all too well- a partner and a contestant, almost every year, end up either falling for each other or falling into bed with each other. It’s natural, she supposes- you can’t spend practically every waking moment of every day pressed up against someone else and not trip and fall onto their dick. However, this is a room full of girls, at least half of whom Vanessa knows are gay as all hell, and maybe this year there’ll be a bit more nuance and obliviousness and just general all-round idiocy.

Looking at the celebrities, she sees Scarlet joke-grinding against Yvie, both of them almost falling over laughing. Maybe everyone will be a little less oblivious than Vanessa has given them credit for.

One of the producers launches into a spiel about how the pairing up process will work. Everyone knows they won’t get properly paired up until the launch show, but this will be more of a chemistry test than a dancing test, he explains, to see who gets on with each other best. Then at the end, all of them will get to write down their top three potential partners.

“After all,” he laughs, “You’re going to be spending a long time together!”

There’s a polite bubble of laughter that pops in the room, and Vanessa feels her stomach explode suddenly with butterflies. What if she gets paired up with someone she doesn’t get on well with at all, never mind someone who can dance? Her mind drifts. Phi Phi’s standing beside her, her face set in a small frown. Vanessa whispers to her.

“Who you got your eyes on?”

Phi Phi doesn’t shift her gaze, and Vanessa follows it. Her gaze lands on the woman with the glittery makeup who’s laughing like a seal at something that gap tooth girl has said and isn’t paying any attention to what the producers are saying. “Anyone with a pulse who’s taking the competition seriously. I know who I don’t want, put it that way.”

Vanessa indulges her in a laugh. Phi Phi has reached the semi-final four times and has never advanced further, and her frustration is starting to show. Vanessa supposes she’s at an advantage here- she’s fresh on the show, she doesn’t have any chips on her shoulder. As she looks around the room, she can see each of the dancers’ past experiences reflected on their faces like battle scars: four-time World Championship finalist Courtney is smiling easily, happy in the knowledge that she won last year and will probably get a dud partner this year, Shea, former West End Choreographer who could literally get given Theresa May and still manage to advance to the finals has a calm exterior, and frowning determinedly is 2018 Latin European champion Vixen, who bowed out early last year with her partner and has expressed very openly and very loudly to everyone who’ll hear her that she’s going for the glitterball this year. In a similar boat is World Cup Freestyle Latin Champion Aja, who was up against Courtney in the finals last year and lost by only a tiny margin of the vote. The girl doesn’t seem bitter, but she’s already got her eyes trained on Monet and has clearly backed her winner already. Crystal is lost in a daydream, classic. To the untrained eye the girl may look as if she couldn’t even do the macarena in time, but the girls know better. Crystal is hard-working, determined, creative, clever, and one of the highest-ranking ballroom and Latin dancers in the country. Vanessa knows that whoever she gets as a partner she’ll be able to mold into something amazing.

Vanessa’s gaze then lands on Plastique. The girl is a fierce dancer and it’s her fifth year on the show already. If she’s nervous, she doesn’t show it. Then again, she trained under Alyssa Edwards so she’s very possibly not felt butterflies in her stomach since the year 2012. Vanessa’s eyes widen a bit as she notices Plastique eyeing up Brooke. She’s going to need to turn up the charm all the way to 100, as Plastique’s reputation precedes her and she’ll be top choice for a lot of the girls opposite.

One by one, the dancers introduce themselves. Vanessa keeps her introduction short and sweet. She doesn’t like to brag about her titles unlike some of the other girls, and she knows that her achievements are outshone by many so she focuses on the fact it’s her first year with a partner instead.

“I ain’t got a track record like Courtney, but I also ain’t got one like Monique either,” Vanessa jokes, her friend nudging her and shouting in protest as the other girls laugh. Monique takes it in good humour though- she’s been an early out for a few years in a row having kept landing Olympic sportsmen with limbs like toy soldiers, so it’s a fair enough comment. Vanessa continues, trying not to let her eyes land on Brooke all that much. “So whoever gets paired with me don’t need to be worried ‘cuz they’re gonna always end up being special to me. My first partner on the show, and the first person I get to experience it with. And I’d be happy to get any of you, because you all look nice and smiley an’ friendly!”

She adds in that last bit to come across as gracious, and it seems to work as the celebrities opposite all smile at her gently and she hears a couple of “aaw!”s thrown her way. She can practically feel Phi Phi, Aja and Vixen all roll their eyes at her, but she doesn’t care. It’s a point in her favour with the girls opposite at least.

After the professionals have all said their piece, the celebrities pipe up. To give them their dues, there are quite a few that Vanessa would be glad to be partnered up with. Peppermint, a TV journalist, seems like she’d be great to gossip with if nothing else, Gigi, the once so intimidating-looking model has got a goofy side that would keep Vanessa sane in rehearsals, and Instagram influencer Blair seems similarly sweet and is so eager to please that it almost hurts. Then Brooke steps forward, her expression the serene calm of a woman who’s used to speaking in front of an audience, and all Vanessa can think about is how much of a point that confident, in-control body language would be in their favour when they took to the floor in week one.

No, not when. If. She’s getting ahead of herself.

“Hey everyone! I’m Brooke Lynn Hytes, uh, I present stuff. I’m basically like Ant and Dec but without the loveable double-act element and the millions of national TV awards clogging up my trophy cabinets and gathering dust.”

Vanessa lets out a snort. The actual joke isn’t even that funny, but Brooke’s delivery was so deadpan and matter of fact that it made the whole thing ten times more hilarious. Akeria turns to face Vanessa, raises her eyebrows and hisses over to her.

“Girl. Any further up her ass and your new nickname is gonna be suppository for the rest of the season.”

“Uh, dance-experience-wise I actually have a fair bit. I did exams and dance shows in high school. I don’t know if I should’ve mentioned that, now you’re all gonna be fighting over me like a pack of zombies,” Brooke laughs. The other girls join in with the laughter and Vanessa shifts from foot to foot. Brooke doesn’t know how accurate she’s just been. Oblivious, she carries on. “So yeah! Good luck to us all. Please don’t tear me limb from limb.”

Another laugh that Vanessa joins in weakly with. Unsurprisingly, Brooke introducing herself to the room has done nothing for Vanessa’s nerves. She has a favourite now, but it’s akin to putting money on a greyhound race- it’s a complete gamble. She tells herself that she can’t pin her hopes on getting partnered with Brooke, even though that thought is a bit like locking a stable door after the pony’s bolted, or whatever the goddamn figure of speech is. As gap-in-teeth-girl who’s standing beside Brooke begins to introduce herself (Heidi’s a Radio 1 DJ, and that explains why her voice sounds so familiar) Vanessa jumps a little as she hears Monique whisper to her out of nowhere.

“Girl, Jesus. Dare you to be less obvious.”

Vanessa narrows her eyes at her as she turns her head. “What?”

“Brooke Lynn,” Monique cocks her head towards the girl in question. Vanessa keeps her gaze steely. “Put your tongue back in your mouth, sis.”

“Oh, like you’ve not got a favourite already,” Vanessa whispers back. She’s got the Monet card she can use if she wants to.

“You know you don’t have to take that partner thing literally, right? You don’t actually have to fuck the person you get matched with,” Monique shoots back, pressing her lips together to stop herself from laughing. Vanessa rolls her eyes.

“You’re being ridiculous. She’s got dance experience, the height difference is good, I could win with her. There’s nothing more to it than that. I’d be happy with any of these bitches.”

Monique raises her eyebrows. “You’re not tryin’ to be Miss World, Vanj, it’s okay to say you wouldn’t kick her outta bed.”

“Okay, so what about Monet? I’m sure the reason that you keep lookin’ all the way down that end of the room is definitely…shit, I don’t know…some sort of eye condition?” Vanessa uses her trump card, smiles and sticks her tongue out at Monique who gives her a little shove and clamps her mouth shut in a pout, knowing she’s been outmanoeuvred. Vanessa tunes back in to the introductions. The Love Island girl introduces herself as Farrah, and she’s pouting and asking the pros not to work her too hard. Vanessa thinks back to what Phi Phi had said. She’ll give the girl some credit. Maybe Vanessa should focus more on who she doesn’t want after all.

The producers start leading girls from their side of the room to the middle so that they form two big vertical lines in front of each other. Vanessa starts in front of Blair, who smiles kindly at her and appears too shy to speak. There’s no time for Vanessa to really attempt to strike up a conversation as they’re all getting shuffled around based on their heights. She watches as Brooke gets moved from in front of Aja, past Shea, past Crystal, and finally given to Jan.

Fuck.

Vanessa shakes the disappointment off. She’s being ridiculous, she knows she’ll get a turn with mostly everyone and the fact that Brooke’s tall, statuesque frame contrasts with her pint-sized self means that she’s a dead cert to get a shot at dancing with her. There’s not many people smaller than her so she knows she’s not going to be leading. This is good, as she’s obviously not used to it. The girls paired up with the smaller celebrities are going to have to work twice as hard.

Blair gets shuffled around to be partnered with Aja, and eventually Vanessa gets Gigi deposited in front of her. She gives her a friendly wave and a pleasant smile, and eventually everyone is paired up- for now. Vanessa looks over at Akeria, notices she’s been given Asia to dance with first. Akeria meets her gaze and gives her a smile that Vanessa doesn’t think she’s going to be able to wipe off her face until mid-June of next year.

As the producers give the girls some time to teach the celebrities an incredibly basic salsa step to start them off with, Vanessa relaxes as she begins talking Gigi through the steps. She’s glad she’s finally getting to do what she loves instead of being consumed by nerves and what-ifs. She knows how to dance and she’s good at it- it’s just a fact- and she knows she’s able to teach things, having helped out with the kids at her dance school when she was younger. To her delight Gigi picks things up quickly, and the two of them are simply dancing the same four basic moves in a loop as they move on to chatting.

“You’re a good teacher! It’s taking some of these other bitches ages,” Gigi laughs, Vanessa giving a guilty giggle at the comment as she notices Jadia, very patiently and very deliberately, walking Scarlet through the steps again.

“See, you wouldn’t think I never had a partner before!” Vanessa beams back at her, twirling around and landing back in Gigi’s hold. To some of the girls it might be a little awkward trying to make small-talk with someone they’ve just met whilst holding one of their hands and having another pressed to their back, but to Vanessa it comes naturally. She notices that Gigi is scanning the room and looking at the other girls. Vanessa knows a searching pair of eyes when she sees one. “You got your eye on a girl?”

“Well, you’d be good,” Gigi says immediately, although how much of that is out of courtesy Vanessa doesn’t know. “Or, I mean. Jaida’s a fierce teacher, and she’s won it before, right?”

Vanessa nods. She knows that Gigi is still holding back the namedrop of the girl she really wants. “But I guess, you know, Crystal’s a talent. It kind of seems like everyone sleeps on her despite the fact she’s got all these trophies and ranks so highly and she does ballroom and Latin. She ever won before?”

“Not yet. She got paired with some stompy politician last year and was an early out, but she made the semis before that,” Vanessa indulges her, although she’s quite sure that judging by the slight blush on Gigi’s face that she’s well aware of where Crystal’s ranked in previous seasons. Gigi seems nice, and she’s complimented Vanessa so she decides to throw one her way too. “You’ve got potential, you could take her to the finals easily. She could do a lot with you.”

“That’s sweet. Thanks,” Gigi smiles, Vanessa giving another twirl just as the producers get everyone to stop and switch round again. Time passes by in steps and twirls rather than minutes, but the variety of people she gets paired with ensures that things don’t become boring. Vanessa gets Scarlet, who steps on her toes about three times and, in her own words, dances like an inflatable waving tube man stuck outside a car showroom, then actress Willam, the one with the laugh like a seal and sparkly makeup and scant regard for the moves she’s been taught, preferring to make Vanessa laugh the whole time. After that she is paired with Jackie, the newsreader she’d noticed earlier. She shows promise but Vanessa does notice Jan’s head bobbing about looking at them from the other side of the room the whole time they’re together like an invasive meerkat so Vanessa does her a solid and talks Jan up a storm. She can’t really focus too much on Jackie, to be fair, because Plastique’s been partnered with Brooke and the two of them are already laughing and hitting it off with each other and Vanessa feels her blood fizz with determination.

Finally, mercifully, Brooke gets led down by one of the producers to stand in front of her, and for a moment Vanessa is tongue-tied. Brooke’s dark green eyes and her gorgeous face are a little intimidating, not that she’s got a crush or anything, and Vanessa feels herself growing shy for a second. But then she remembers that they only have minutes together, and if she wants to be partnered with this girl she’s going to have to up the charm offensive. The producers have been stalking the room like lions with notebooks, recording every laugh and lingering glance.

“Hey!” Vanessa starts cheerfully, fixing Brooke with the winning smile she always used to flash at the judges when she was competing. “I’m Vanjie. Well, Vanessa. Either. Is fine.”

Brooke smiles back at her despite the fact that her introduction was so awkward Vanessa feels like digging a hole in the ground and leaping into it. “Nice to meet you, Vanjie-Well-Vanessa. I’m Brooke Lynn.“

Before Vanessa can feel any more embarrassed at Brooke’s teasing, she takes a little bow and stands ready, her hand held out for her to take. "May I have this dance?”

Vanessa lets out a laugh at the cheesiness of it all, takes Brooke’s hand and stands in hold with her. Their hands seem to fit perfectly together and even though their bodies are still quite far apart Brooke’s hand on her back makes Vanessa feel close to her in a way she’s not felt dancing with any man before.

Monique’s teasing face appears in her mind and Vanessa shakes those particular thoughts away.

“I bet you said that to all these girls,” Vanessa quirks an eyebrow at her, and Brooke tilts her head to the ceiling in thought.

“Uh…no, don’t think so. Just you so far,” she shrugs, and it definitely doesn’t make Vanessa feel special in any way at all.

They start to step and oh shit. This is exciting. This is the first girl that’s properly led her, the first one that the moves have seemed to come so easily to, and Vanessa can feel her heart going like a train as she imagines what she could actually choreograph with a girl like Brooke to work with. She’s a bit quiet as she’s lost in thought, so she cracks an impressed face at the girl opposite her.

“You’re good.”

“Yeah, so are you,” Brooke looks at her a little funny, her face inquisitive. “Hey, how come you didn’t mention any of your accolades? Y'know. World Latin Champion 2016, four-time finalist. That’s a bragging right.”

Vanessa almost loses her steps she’s so shocked. How the fuck does Brooke know about all that? She’s not mentioned it. Brooke can clearly see the shock on her face and a blush hits her cheeks. “That probably sounds weird. I looked you up when I knew I was coming on the show.”

Vanessa laughs, pulls a face at Brooke. “Nah, that sounds even more weird. You’re just digging yourself a hole now.”

Brooke gives an embarrassed giggle, looks up at the sky to avoid Vanessa’s gaze and oh fuck she’s still moving perfectly and she’s not got her eyes trained on her feet holy shit. “No, I mean I looked all the girls up!”

Vanessa bursts out laughing again. The girl’s not helping her case. “Dig, dig, dig, bitch!”

Brooke squeals in protest as Vanessa feels her smile hurt her face. “You know what I mean! Ugh, God. Just answer the question and stop picking on me. I’m a very important celebrity. Don’t you know who I am?”

Brooke’s deadpan sort of humour is killing Vanessa. She tries to get out another jibe through her laugh. “Jesus, I hope that’s not how you normally interview people.”

There’s a pause as Brooke laughs back. Vanessa thinks over her question. “I don’t know. Guess I just didn’t want to come across like a showoff.”

“But it’s just a fact. You’re good,” Brooke shrugs. The praise makes Vanessa’s heart light up.

“An’ I guess I didn’t want the same as you. People fightin’ over me,” she shrugs back, making light of Brooke’s compliment. Brooke pulls a face.

“I don’t know about that, I think I’m going to have to fight off a couple of these girls if I want you,” she comments offhandedly, Vanessa suddenly feeling like she’d been shocked with a tazer. She’d been so focused on trying to charm the partner she wanted that she had no idea the celebrities would’ve been gunning for her too.

“Who wants to be partnered with me?” she asks, thinking retrospectively that she could’ve tried to appear a little less keen.

“Well, Asia’s making a bee-line, I know that much. And Willam was all smiles after she left you. And, I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting you either,” Brooke says, her last comment making Vanessa happier than it should.

“Wouldn’t mind? You’re gonna have to work harder than that,” Vanessa raises her eyebrows, faux-unimpressed. She has to slam her mouth shut at the end of her sentence to avoid tacking on a “baby” to the end of it. Jesus, what is wrong with her?

“You know they give us that card at the end where we write our top three partner choices on it,” Brooke continues. The fact she is trying so hard to come across as nonchalant is making her seem everything but, and Vanessa is loving it. “Hypothetically…would I be on yours?”

“Hypothetically? You might be,” Vanessa grins at her, spins round and misses the look that Brooke gives back at her. Is this flirting? She needs to stop.

“And, uh, hypothetically, of course, would I be first, second or third on that list?”

Vanessa looks to the ceiling, maintains the charade of not appearing overly keen. “At the moment, you are…third.”

Brooke’s face is so actively shocked that Vanessa bursts out laughing. “Third?! You bitch! Why?”

Vanessa composes herself. “Well first of all, I don’t know where you’re putting me on this list, girl, so I gotta hedge my bets. Second, I’m still trying to recover from wouldn’t mind, so that knocks you down a place. Also you just called me a bitch, so you’re now reserve-third.”

“If I told you you were first on my list, does that move me up a place?” Brooke smiles at her cheekily. Vanessa tries to keep a calm exterior and not show Brooke that she’s maybe-sort-of-a-little-bit melting at her words.

“You could. How do I know you’re telling the truth, though?”

Brooke shrugs a little. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

With that, Vanessa feels Brooke’s hand being ripped out of her own and coming to rest in between her shoulder blades, and suddenly she’s being dipped to the ground and brought back up again. She ends up pressed up against Brooke’s chest, her face tilted up to meet hers and her lips way too close to be good for Vanessa’s heart rate. She hears an impressed cry from someone- probably Monique or Akeria stirring the pot- and there’s a kind of hush that falls over the room in response to the move that’s a little bit more advanced than anyone was expecting.

“O-kay!” a producer exclaims, and Vanessa melts out of hold, only a little bit captivated. “If we could all switch round again, uh, I think we’ll have Aja with…Farrah-”

Brooke gives her a wink and a smile as she walks away towards Courtney who she’s been paired with next, and Vanessa attempts to compose herself as she gives a little wave back and tries to focus on Monet who she’s now in front of.

If things all ended up the way she wanted them to, this was going to be a very interesting season.

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Of Nightmares and Dreams | Part 2

Another repost! thats it really. However the timeline does get really confusing from here and part 3 so check out the masterlist for the summary if your confused by the timeline. also i dont know why this is reposted so late but i edited it instead of finishing a oneshot like im supposed to but oops here it is. Masterlist

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader

Warnings: nothing... yet

You were hurling and spinning towards the blue planet. It was a rough ride. Entering the atmosphere, you began to burn up a little and crashed ungracefully into an abandoned alley, causing birds to squawk and made a loud ruckus.

Groaning slightly, you stood up from the floor, brushing off some broken pieces of machinery and pulled yourself out of the TARDIS. I really hope no one saw that. At least the TARDIS didn't blow up and we landed in an abandoned alley. Ok, calm down. What am i supposed to do now? you thought, freeing your leg from some wreckage.

"Oh girl, we gotta get you fixed." you said, brushing off some scoot and dust off the-currently wrecked and battered-TARDIS. The TARDIS made a small sound and a laugh escaped your lips. Before you could say anything, a loud gasp startled you. "What on earth happened to you?" a ginger woman asked, shock plastered all over her face. "Um.. Excuse me?" you questioned, an equal look of shock and confusion on your face. "Who are you?"

"Donna Noble" she said, shaking your hand and giving a small smile. What about you? and what in the name of all good things is that wreck behind you?"

"Uh, umm," you paused, thinking what name to use. You couldn't use your title, The Shadow, so instead you just settled with your real name, Y/N. No one else really knew your real name on Gallifrey except your parents so if anyone else survived they wouldn't know who you are. You didn't even know if anyone else survived. You could be the last living Time Lord. Or Time Lady, to be exact. You were startled out of your thoughts by Donna snapping her fingers in your face.

"Did you space out or something? So strange. So what's your name?" Donna asked, muttering to herself a little. "Oh yeah. That. It's Y/N" you replied, turning back to the TARDIS. "It's a shame isn't it? you questioned Donna, not taking your eyes away from the ATM machine, box, whatever the name for it is, you couldn't really remember. It's camouflaging still worked, apparently. You sighed, pulling out your sonic pen out and it glowed a soft f/c as you put the TARDIS in a small pocket of time and space so no one would find it.

"Are you from space? " Donna asked, still processing everything, a look of wonder and awe in her eyes. "Why would ever you think that?" sarcasm dripping from your voice, staring at her, fascinated. "Because you came flying in the air from a box." Donna stated, waving her arms everywhere and pointing at where the TARDIS had been and technically still was but in a pocket of time and space. "Well, does that answer your question then?" you innocently looked at her, eyebrows slightly raised, while lying on the slightly scoot covered ground, arms propped up, looking comfortable despite being anything but.

"No?" Donna scrunched up her forehead and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and slight frustration.

"Well you're smart enough to find the answer I suppose."

Donna rolled her eyes and let out a large groan of annoyance.

"Look, if I tell you the truth about who I am, then you can never ever tell anyone okay?" you finally said, breaking the current silence. Your voice is serious and all traces of playful elements are gone. Standing up, you brushed off excess dirt and looked her over. There was a worried look in your eyes, and you bit your lip, pondering if you could trust her fully.

"Alright, I promise." she responded, nodding while a smile grew on her face.

"Stupendous!" you cheered, the light returning in your e/c eyes.

You smiled at your new friend as you walked down the alley and into the sunlight, leaving the TARDIS behind and tried to start a new life.

"So, what are you?"

"I'm a Timelord or a Time Lady, really."

"And what is that?"

"Basically I'm an alien from another planet and I'm around 600 years old. I'm still quite young-ish. I don't really know what would be considered young I guess.. Still on my 8th regeneration though. " you spoke, looking forward to her reaction.

Donna gasped and stopped in her tracks, making you trip a little. "What? How? What? What!"

You chuckled, and shook your head in amusement. "yeah. I… I come from a planet called… Gallifrey. It was gorgeous. I miss it." your voice became shaky, as you tried swallowing a lump in your throat and keeping your tears at bay. "Oh. I've hit a nerve, haven't I?" Donna blurted out, wincing a little, biting her lip nervously. "Yeah… please don't ask questions about it." you mumbled quietly, looking down at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing you've ever seen.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry for whatever happened." Donna uttered, squeezing your shoulder for comfort. You gave a thin-lipped smile and continued walking, but looked at the stars once in a while. "Anyways, I've got to start a new life here, so do you want to share those things you call apartments or flats together and we can do whatever we want afterwards?"

"Sounds, stupendous." Donna laughed, quoting you from earlier. "Oh stop it, I knew it was a bad idea to say it from the start" you giggled, shaking your head and rolling your eyes as the both of you walked down the street. Unbeknownst to you, you weren't alone.

tumblr spacing is really weird. Reminds of the first time i used ao3 and i messed up the spacing completely. I feel like Donna's a little ooc so i probably need to rewatch some of her episodes :) im probably going to repost one final thing and continue writing something fluffy. The first couple of chapters have been Doctor-less but the next one finally has him so yay :)) feedback is always welcomed and i thank you for it! ❤

#tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor/reader #tenth doctor fanfiction #donna noble #doctor who fanfiction #doctor x reader #doctor who #doctor who reader insert #x reader #yes i know its a tenxreader and ten has been a little non existant #but hes in the next chapter so yay

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