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[hellscreen04]

Whack!

M!A, you 🫵 get Whistling Kite wings for as long as mod desires.

The Child gazed at the ask in her inbox, staring at it with a blank expression. Magic Anons- She’d become quite familiar with these as of late.

Oh yes, she was well aware of them and all the havoc they could cause. The shard of her Lobotomy Corporation Identity sat on her lap as she scribbled down some notes, labeled elegantly with the letters T.F.

This was the method she used to gather data to uphold her end of the bargain. It displeased her, but it did get her out of recording Abnormality Logs. The luxury cigarettes were just a nice bonus, and whatever work she didn’t want to do, her Identities could pick up.

Hmph. First M.A. Took long enough.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that the Anonymous Magi, whoever they were, were one of three things: A Distortion, an Abnormality, or an Egoist. If it was one of the former two, it would be the Sinners’ problem sooner rather than later. If it was an Egoist, though…

N.B.D.

The Child puffed a ring of smoke into the air. The rich scent of fine tobacco mingled with the burning candle wax in her room. Her left hand hovered carefully over the post button, while her right hand sat poised to insert an Identity into her badge. Kurokumo Wakashu was decided to be the sacrificial lamb for this experiment in body art.

This ought to fetch a nice bonus. Maybe even a raise. S.R. and get ready to fly.

A sound like shattering glass reverberated, two impossibilities merging into one. With black and brown wings folded over her body like an overcoat, the Child stepped into the dusky hall. Her next order of business: To see how well she can paint with wings.

PROFILE WORD/PHRASE UNLOCK: S.R. and get ready to Fly.

[runnning-outof-time]

A (Debatably) Lovely Dinner | Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) has her family over for a dinner that she worked so hard to prepare. Her father and uncles tell her that it tastes lovely...but are they actually thinking that?

Warnings: drinking, language

Word Count: 1773

A/N: this is the first daughter!reader fic I’ve written in a bit - I hope it��s good. I’m excited to be writing requests again! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories!

(Y/N) wrang her hands together as she looked over all of the pots that were currently boiling on the stove. She took a breath and let it out slowly, trying to compose herself and shake the nerves from her body.

"You're doing great, love. It's going to be a good meal," her husband, James, offered some encouragement as he came up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he pulled her into his chest.

"Maybe I should have accepted the catering offer? There's a lot of people coming over," she expressed her worry, eyes still focused on the pots. She then began to wonder why she even agreed to hosting her family in the first place.

"This is going to be extra special because you made it all," he told her, kissing her temple once more before letting her get back to work. "And your cooking is wonderful," he complimented her, sending a smile her way as she turned to look at him.

She smiled back, although it wavered due to the nerves she was still feeling, watching as he exited the kitchen before she got back to work.

(Y/N) was bringing the final dish to the dining table two hours later. She smiled at everyone who was waiting patiently for dinner to start and took a deep breath as she moved to stand behind her husband's chair.

"James and I would like to thank everyone for coming tonight. I hope that you enjoy what I've prepared for you to eat," she gave a small speech, her nervous smile still present as she then sat down.

"Let's eat then, eh?" Tommy suggested, smiling at his daughter from the opposite end of the table. He was proud of her for this vast spread that she'd managed to cook up. It smelled wonderful to him.

Comments of agreement came from around the table as everyone began taking dishes and spooning helpings of the food onto their plates. (Y/N) watched as this happened, wanting to make sure all was well; filling her plate last.

Dinner began quietly, the sounds of forks hitting plates the only thing to be heard. (Y/N) couldn't help but sneak a few glances around the table, wanting to see if there were any problems. All looked fine to her.

Somehow, she didn't manage to catch her uncles, John and Arthur, throwing sideways glances at each other in between each bite they took. Something about the taste seemed off to them. Whether it was the seasoning on the roast, or the choice or cut of the vegetables, the food wasn't exactly pleasurable to eat.

But the pleased look on their niece's face told them that she was happy to have the family over, eating a dinner that she worked so hard to prepare. They couldn't even think of ruining things for her by bringing up the fact that her cooking was well under par.

And besides, Tommy seemed to be fine with eating it, and he never ate anything.

Dinner continued and small talk was made. The usual discussion of business between the Shelby family had been swapped for stories of the past and the men making arrangements for their annual hunting trip that was fastly approaching.

All was well until (Y/N) decided to ask the table for opinions on the food. "How has everyone been enjoying the food?" She wasn't sure if she was being too upfront in asking for opinions, but no one had offered any prior to her question, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't dying to know their thoughts.

"Lovely as always, darling," her husband, James, was the first to share his thoughts on it, sending her a smile as he cut himself another piece of the roast.

"Thanks, James," she smiled back at him before looking out to the rest of the table. No one else's eyes met hers; their gazes cast down on their plates. Maybe that means they really like the food, she thought to herself. "Dad?" she asked after a few moments had passed. Tommy looked up at her, his brows raised as if to say 'what?' "What do you think?" she asked, curious to know what his thoughts on the meal were.

"It's good, love," he told her, nodding as he grabbed his glass of whiskey, "really good."

"Thank you," she chirped in response, feeling extremely pleased with herself. She grabbed her fork and knife then and went to cut a piece of the roast.

"Well I think that..." another comment started to come out, but it was abruptly stopped. "What the bloody hell was that for?" the voice belonged to Linda Shelby, and she was now glaring daggers at her husband, Arthur. Arthur had his brows furrowed as he glanced between his wife and (Y/N), a bit of an uneasy expression present on his face. "Spit it out, Arthur," she snapped in a harsh whisper. Arthur said nothing of sustenance though, instead just shaking his head and muttering "don't," under his breath.

"Were you going to say something, Linda?" (Y/N) asked, her curiosity peaked as she focused on the blonde woman.

Linda shared one last look with her husband, who was still discreetly shaking his head, before she plastered a smile on her face and turned to look at the younger woman. "I was just going to say that...that...this is a lovely dinner, (Y/N)," she finally shared her opinion on the cooking, although it may not have been originally what she wanted to say. (Y/N) took it though, a smile breaking onto her features.

"Aww thanks so much, Linda. I was so worried about this dinner. I'm so happy to hear that everyone is enjoying it," (Y/N) expressed her previous worries with the group, earning a chorus of 'no it was good’ comments in response.

Overly pleased with herself now, (Y/N) was smiling from ear to ear as she continued eating her dinner. Just wait until they try the dessert, she thought to herself, pride flowing through her.

The Shelby men followed James into his study after the dessert plates had been removed from the table. (Y/N) had decided to take the women around for a tour of her new home, a tour which the men felt they didn't need to join. All five of them had a glass in their hand, and they were seated on the chairs that were positioned around the mantle.

"I don't know how you do it, James," Arthur said with a sigh as he brought his glass back to his lips. He took a drink and then let out a sigh after swallowing it.

"Do what?" James was confused by the older man's statement.

"Eat (Y/N)'s food daily," Arthur didn't beat around the bush. "I mean, she's me neice and I love her, but the food she cooks is fucking terrible."

James nodded slowly in response to Arthur's statement, a knowing look present on his face as he looked like he was fighting a smile. He then took a look at Tommy, checking the waters before sharing information about the daughter of a man who could do some nasty damage if he said the wrong thing. He wasn't surprised to see his father in law looking at him.

"Well how do ya do it?" John broke the silence, signaling to the other man that he'd been taking too long to respond.

"She's my wife," he began, a smile forming on his face, "I've learned to love every part of being with her."

"Ah you've gone soft, lad," Arthur couldn't help but chuckle at the response he got before he set his sights on his brother, "and you, Tom…how do you do it, brother?"

Tommy laughed to himself as he heard the question. He brought his whiskey up and took a sip, pausing for a moment longer before finally answering the question: "guess it grows on you." His response was simple, and he followed it with a shrug.

"You both have not a clue what you're talking about," Arthur commented with a shake of his head, "John, help me out here. It's nothing against (Y/N)...her food's just downright terrible, right?" he looked to his younger brother for some back up.

"Right," John nodded, raising his glass in agreement.

"Good man," Arthur praised his brother for answering in line with him.

"I think her cooking's good," Finn chimed in from where he was sitting by the fire.

"You wouldn't know what's good for ya, Finn," Arthur dismissed his youngest brother's opinion. Finn shook his head and looked at the fire, wondering why he decided to add his two cents in the first place.

Silence fell in the room then, and James couldn't help but keep thinking about his response to Arthur's question. It made him chuckle as he realized that maybe he hadn't been completely truthful with what he had said.

"What's funny?" John asked, catching the other man's laugh.

All eyes were on him in an instant. He could tell by their intent gazes that he wouldn't be able to get out of this one. "Nothing...it's just that," he paused, letting out a breathy laugh as he shook his head, "I will admit that her cooking has been harder to learn to love than the rest of her," he shared what he'd been thinking.

John and Arthur immediately began laughing, both happy that they'd gotten the young man to break and share his actual thoughts on their niece's cooking. They knew that he felt the same as they did just by the vague response he gave earlier, but hearing it cemented the victory.

"It took me a while too. You'll get there," Tommy cut through the laughter of his brothers to offer his son in law some advice. James smiled at Tommy, happy to know that maybe he'd be able to get used to it, just like his father in law had.

(Y/N) was sitting with the rest of the women in the front room. She'd become quiet, letting the others continue their conversation about the latest fashion trends. She had too much on her mind.

A smile was present on her face as she thought back to the dinner, and all of the lovely comments she received from her family. Giddiness bubbled up inside of her as her mind went to thinking about what she would cook for their next family dinner. She couldn’t wait to have them over again!

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[forsaken-fates]

' 'This is your home now. Forever forsaken by it all.' '

>[It's been a few days since the disappearance of the previous survivors, and it's been awfully quiet. No more hushed conversations of a person and himself, no more chattering and laughing near the fireplace, no more constant flicking of a coin, nothing. The people who remain in the cabin are all worried, holding onto a false hope that they'll somehow come back, that the round was just taking a bit longer, but it was obvious that they wouldn't. They were gone, and they had to accept that.]

>[Those survivors who had spent restless hours protecting themselves and their team, running around in order to escape the killer, had all been consumed by their own hatred and rage. It seemed as though they had been driven into madness, taking lives of others in the process of doing so, seeking revenge at releasing all the pent up anger that had been kept inside them for so long. Petty rivals became enemies, and friendships crumbled down from the lack of trust.]

>[Hope isn't all lost, though. Despite the rumors spread within the people present at the cabin, they are still well and alive. Although suffering from their demises, they continue on living. The places they stay aren't too uncomfortable, either. As a matter of fact, they feel almost like... home. Be it a bit more uncanny and isolated.]

>[Communication is a limited thing for them, with the majority being forced into a solitary version of their greatest memory. But it is not as difficult as one may think. If one wishes to send a message, or communicate with these said characters, they must write a letter. This said letter must have the name of the person you wish to send it too, otherwise it will be sent to a random person - or maybe even all of them, if you're lucky enough. Although you may feel free to break through the TV and talk to them in person, that's always an option.]

>[Now, what are you waiting for? You want to send a message, don't you? Here, pick up a pen and paper of your choice and write it. Don't be shy. I'm sure they'd be pleased to hear from you.]

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OOC NOTES UNDER THE CUT

-[Welcome to Forsakened Fates, an AU that explores an idea of the survivors from the Roblox game Forsaken turning into killers. The in-depth of storyline of this blog is yet to be revealed, as there are a few more gaps in my writing. But, enough of that. For now, let's put down some ground rules.]-

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1. This is an ongoing AU that is still being written by a sleep deprived high schooler that is solely being driven by insufficient caffeine and pirated music, so please be patient in case your ask isn't immediately answered. (If your ask is taking really long to answer, it probably just means there's a frame being worked on for the post. Please be patient if that's the case)

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- There will be active and inactive characters. Active means that you are able to interact with the character as you please, as long as they follow the rules above. Inactive, on the other hand, means that the character is unavailable, and a special action must be performed in order to unlock said character. Active characters are as follows (those unlisted are inactive): Guest 1337 👊 Chance 🕶️ Elliot 🍕 Shedletsky 🍗💚 >[FileName:"Builderman"not found.]⛑️ 007n7🍔 c00lkidd🔥

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best.served.hot🍕 - Elliot

gamble.with.our.time🕶️ - Chance

rtotwitpyisfoth?🍗 - Shedletsky

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finally.something.happened🔪 - Rp start

still.praying.hopeless.and.in.vain🔪 - Rp end

ill.be.waiting.so.impatiently🔓 - Character unlocked

whats.that.puppet.boy?📷 - OOC posts

did.you.not.read.the.company.policy?📹 - Lore

[lvdr-haze]

SEE YOU TOMORROW !

help this fic is so bad but you wanted me to post it so here it is !!

i mostly imagined young Joost (ytb era) while writing this but feel free to imagine nowadays Joost

tw: alcohol

pure fluff !!

1 118 words

You just moved to Amsterdam and felt really good in this place even though you found it hard to learn Dutch.

You found a little job in a bakery in the center of the city. It was really nice; people were always so sweet, the ambiance of the bakery was always good, and you had a great relationship with your coworkers.

Joost and his friend Stuntje were regular customers. They came every morning to get their coffee and a little something to nibble on to start their day. You found them very cute, always patient and smiling.

However, over the weeks, you noticed that Joost never ordered for himself; Stuntje always did it for him. You also noticed that when Joost greeted you or talked with his friend, he spoke in a very low, barely audible tone. You thought it was a bit strange, but he must just be shy.

One day, after a long day at work, your friend Eli suggested going out for a drink in a city bar to have some fun, and you accepted.

Once you were ready, you went to join your friend and headed to the bar.

When you arrived, you ordered your drinks and sat outside on the terrace. It was a warm day.

As you sat down, you heard a voice say, "Hey Joost, look, it's the girl from the bakery! You should go talk to her; it's your chance!" You looked over to their table and saw Stuntje and Joost. The blonde looked really embarrassed and barely dared to look at you. You waved to them before resuming your conversation with Eli.

The evening continued, and you had drank a bit as did Joost, who was now approaching you. You smiled at him as he handed you his phone and asked in a soft, low voice, "Could I have your Insta?"

You nodded, still smiling. "Sure!"

You typed in your Instagram handle and handed back his phone before he left the bar to go home. A few minutes later, his friend Stuntje came over to talk to you about Joost.

"I was the one who pushed him to ask for your Insta. You know, Joost is really reserved... He'll probably explain why when the time comes, but in any case, don't hesitate to start the conversation; I'm afraid he won't do it himself."

You thanked Stuntje for his explanation before he also went home, and you didn't wait long to do the same as it was getting late.

Once you were home, showered, and in your pajamas, you slipped into bed and decided to send Joost a message.

@y/nusername

Hey Joost! I hope you got home safe :)

He replied almost immediately, which surprised you but was also very sweet.

@joostklein

I got home safe, thank you! I'm really sorry for asking for your Insta like that earlier... Did it bother you? Did you find it awkward?

@y/nusername

Don't apologize, it was adorable. Please don't ever hesitate to talk to me; you seem so sweet

That night, you talked with Joost for several hours before falling asleep.

The next day at work, Joost greeted you with a bit more ease, but he still wasn't completely comfortable. You wondered what he was afraid of, why he was so anxious about opening up to the world, but after all, it wasn't really your business.

Several days passed. You talked a lot with Joost on social media but almost never in real life. However, you were getting very attached to him; he was very sweet, funny, cute, and respectful.

@joostklein

Hey y/n!! I'm having a little party at my place and I'd like to know if you'd like to come?

You smiled at the notification and replied immediately. You had the day off tomorrow, so you could afford this outing.

@y/nusername

Yeah, of course!! I wouldn't miss it!

He gave you the time and address, and you started getting ready. You didn't know why, but you felt the need to look nice; you wanted him to find you beautiful.

When you arrived, you were greeted by Joost, who immediately complimented your outfit timidly, making you blush before you did the same for him. He let you in and introduced you to his friends before offering you a drink. You said you'd have a beer and followed him to the kitchen to get your drink.

He didn't really dare to talk; he was very stressed, which you could see from his demeanor.

"Hey Joost, everything's fine, no need to be stressed, everything is chill! I'm really happy you invited me, thank you!"

He looked at you with bright eyes before smiling, revealing his dimples, which made your heart beat a little faster. He handed you your beer.

"Thanks for reassuring me... and thanks for coming..."

You both went to the living room to join Joost's friends. The evening was very nice; everyone had a bit to drink, and Joost seemed less shy.

While you were in the garden to get some fresh air, someone sat next to you. It was Joost. You smiled at him before asking how he was feeling.

"I feel good... I'm glad you're here..."

When he talked to you, he never looked you in the eyes. You finally gathered the courage to ask, "Tell me... why are you so shy about talking or interacting in public?"

You saw his expression change; he seemed a bit sadder. You felt bad for asking the question and were about to apologize, but Joost interrupted you.

"I was bullied in school for who I was. I never had many friends... and then, um... my parents passed away, so I closed myself off a lot... I've always been alone... I... I don't really know how to handle it... Sorry if it's annoying."

You felt your heart tighten, and you hugged him, apologizing and telling him how much he deserved better.

"You're an amazing person, Joost, never doubt yourself!"

It was getting late, and you decided to leave. Joost walked you to the door, and you thanked him for hosting.

"No problem... And also, I wanted to know if, um... you know, maybe you'd like to go out tomorrow? I mean, you don't have to, of course, and, um... feel free to say no."

"I'd love to! Thanks again for tonight."

You turned to leave but then turned back, took Joost's face in your hands, and kissed him with all the tenderness in the world. He was very surprised at first but couldn't help but kiss you back. When the kiss ended, Joost looked at you with bright eyes, a smile on his lips, and red cheeks.

"See you tomorrow!"

You said before leaving.

———

guys should I write a part two a little better ?

[theplutodeity]

hii!! could you write anything fluff related with rengoku?? thank you so much in advance! 💓

of course! thank you for the request!! ❤️ Apologies for taking so long!! 🙏

Umai..? — UMAI!!

Rengoku x Reader — Fluff

SUMMARY: in which you finally get some time to eat a meal with an old friend of yours.

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

It was a slow day today, mainly because you didn’t have a mission today. It was weird, in all honesty. You often were out completing more missions than the average slayer per day, and suddenly you don’t have a single mission? Huffing, you scratch your head in irritation of what’s possibly going on, seriously: you might hate demons or whatever, but you don’t hate money.

The day itself wasn’t that bad, the sun was shining and birds all around were having a delightful conversation: except for maybe one or two, they seemed to be having an argument… Kasugai crows, they’re either a blessing or a curse to your life. Which reminded you of something, these crows don’t take as long as the normal messenger pigeon, getting messages around asap. You looked to where your own crow was perched, clicking your tongue a few times to grab their attention. Noticing your dire need for them, they flew over and huffed, similarly to how you did so earlier. 

“Do you think we could head over to the Rengoku Estate?” You asked, scratching the underside of their chin. The crow hummed before waiting for you to continue on. “Perhaps I could send a letter?” You suggested once more, to which the bird happily nodded towards. 

A letter… That couldn’t be too hard to write! You weren’t often on the giving side of letters, more often on the receiving side. Mashing up words onto a piece of paper wasn’t really something you had time for, anyway.

You notice that there’s a nearby inn, as you were on a walk with nothing to do earlier, and quickly entered it. Thankfully it was one that was slayer-inclusive, quickly thanking the innkeeper, you settle down and get to writing. You wondered why your left arm kept throbbing, though. You recall hitting it during a fight but never paid too much attention to it due to the urge to keep fighting throughout the past few days. Shrugging, you kept thinking, what to write?

To the Rengoku Family— Already a bit odd. You knew of Kyojurou’s father and his changes, you didn’t really want to include him in this.

Dear Kyojurou— A bit personal? First names were taken seriously, what if Shinjuro or Kyojurou’s adorable little brother opened the letter, instead? They’d jump into conclusions, especially that drunkard. He had nothing much to do, you suppose. Dead wife, dead life. 

You mentally slapped yourself for that, shaking your head. You quietly muttered an apology to Kyojurou’s mother, before continuing your letter.

To the Rengoku siblings— Inclusive to the ones you liked. Nothing personal and nothing that included the drunkard. You continued on.

To the Rengoku siblings, 

I hope this letter finds you in good health, It’s been a while since we’ve all met together, and I’d like to propose a meeting for us to greet and talk as it’ll be nice seeing you both. 

If Kyojurou is off on a mission, I am still more than happy to spend time with Senjurou, you both are enjoyable to be around after all. 

Please don’t rush your decision, and let me know within two days whether you’d like to accept or decline my arrival. 

Live long, (Full name).

You placed a harsh dot at the end, cringing at how oddly worded it was, but at the same time you gave barely more than half a fuck about how to write letters properly. Clicking your tongue, like you did before, your bird hopped over to collect your rolled up letter: placing it into it’s small carrier under their neck. You gave the bird a small peck on the head, storing wisteria in their locket as you changed it out weekly, just to make sure they stayed safe.

Demons would do anything for more information on slayers.

The crow bid you farewell, returning the peck to your hand, softly given. Stretching, you took the clothes the old woman gave you earlier and changed into it, your arm still bothering you. You debated on asking for a doctor, but decided you’ll ask tomorrow or see one in town. 

After a hearty meal and a few hours of leg exercises, you decide to tuck yourself into bed, expecting your bird to come back the next morning. After all, you were far out. However, a knock at your room’s door caught your attention, blinking a few times: your heart began to race. 

It wasn’t uncommon for a demon to knock to seem friendly, before attacking the person inside of their room. It was apart of their game. They were natural hunters. You gulped, standing up and trying to listen for any abnormal sounds, grabbing your nichirin sword and holding it tight. You slammed the door open—

Just to be met by a terrified doctor’s face.

You sighed in relief, the doctor realizing that they may have scared you and apologizing. Apparently it’s normal for these type of inns to get doctors to check slayers within the first day of rest. So, you allowed for the doctor to look you over, deciding you might as well mention the issue with your left arm. Turns out, it was fractured due to the previous demon. You cursed them out mentally, demons always caused you inconveniences, more than humans themselves…

Suddenly, tapping on the window was heard. You whipped your head around, almost knocking down the doctor. You were met with the sight of your crow back so soon, a new letter in their carrier. You could tell, as there was the Rengoku signature stamped onto the edge of the paper. 

You pardoned yourself from your checkup, your doctor just muttering something about overly rash slayers. But excused you, telling that all you need was some medicine that he’ll give in the morning, and leaving. Most likely fed up by you.

You didn’t care though.

“Hi there buddy, what’d you get for me, hm? Did you convince the Rengoku siblings to let me come with those beady eyes of yours for me? Hmm?” You cooed at the bird, petting them as you opened the small carrier on their collar. You carefully opened the letter, and proceeded to read.

To my dearest, (Name),

It’s most definitely a pleasure to hear from you after multiple long months! The Rengoku Estate would be delighted to have you come here after so long, so please meet soon! If possible, tomorrow! Senjurou has mentioned you many times in your absence, however he is a bit busy with the butterfly sisters in assisting some people! If it doesn’t clash with any of your upcoming missions, may you stay for a day or two? 

Your best buddy,

Kyojurou Rengoku.

P.S. I’ve fed Funimobu and added much more wisteria to his stock! I’m sure he’s still full, if not, then that crow surely is like us! Haha! 

You found yourself smiling at his letter, laying back down on your bed on the floor. You grinned to yourself, you were finally meeting Kyojurou Rengoku after so long, and he’s invited you to stay over at his home. 

You looked to where your bird was, and to no surprise: he was fast asleep.

You decided to do the same, you had a big journey tomorrow.

You had woken up early, as planned, and were happily on your way to the estate. You didn’t exactly grow up in the Rengoku Estate, but you did visit often which was because your families were well acquainted due to your ancestor’s friendship, or that’s what you were told. You partially didn’t believe it, friendships couldn’t last that long. However, it filled in the gap of why your families were so close. So you never bothered too much about it.

It took a couple of hours to travel to the estate, and god were you exhausted. But you still haven’t received a new mission, which began to concern you even further. Why has there been a lack of missions? Has something happened to the master? Did all demons suddenly disappear?

You really couldn’t put your finger on it, there was a lingering feeling in your stomach that there was something wrong.

However, all those feelings went away as soon as the sight of the Rengoku estate washed over your sight, your breath having been taken away by the nostalgia of the estate. It really did feel like it’s been a long time.

Staring at the shoji doors, you knocked harshly onto the wood. Before proceeding to yell:

“Excuse me! Are any of the Rengokus inside? It’s (full name)!”

You could already hear footsteps halfway through your yelling, no doubt your partially deaf friend rushing to open the entrance and see you. He was good at being quiet, having years of practice, so it was obvious he was being loud on purpose to let you know he was the one opening the door. 

That, or you’ve memorised their footsteps and you’re just bargaining with yourself.

In contrast to the man’s loud footsteps, the entrance to the estate softly opened. You (raise/lower) your head, your eyes meeting with bright and curious colours. Kyojurou Rengoku’s eyes. You grin, Kyojurou quickly matching your joy. 

“(First name)! You’re just on time! I’ve finally mastered the perfect bento box combination!” Kyojurou exclaimed, he sounded loud to others: but to him? He sounded as if he was speaking normally. He was hard of hearing due to a demon that had a certain blood demon art that almost turned him deaf. Hence, his loud tone.

However, you didn’t mind.

You never minded when it came to Kyojurou. He was a pure soul.

“Really? Perfect, I was getting hungry!” You matched Kyojurou’s enthusiasm, his volume too. He heard you perfectly and smiled even wider, his smile similar to an owl's general expression. It brought you warmth.

“Very good! It is wonderful to see your hunger hasn’t died down, (Name)! It truly satiates my worries, we have not seen each other for a good amount of time, that is true, no?” Kyojurou started a conversation immediately, allowing you to follow him throughout his home. Senjurou’s sweeping was unheard of, as his presence was absent. 

“That’s true. It eases me to see you doing so well, Kyojurou! You haven’t changed a bit.” You smiled, seeing the skin on his face somehow untouched. Yours, however, had a few scabs and scars. Your body too. However, it never bothered you too much. You knew it would happen.

“Hahaha! I’m glad my unchanging form relaxes you. You can sit outside, I’ve set up a mat for us to sit and eat on!” Kyojurou stopped near the kitchen, letting you take a step in front of him so he could easily pat your lower back. Encouraging you to go to the back porch. 

Nodding, you did as he told you to. Opening the shoji doors that led outside, being met with the sight of a well decorated area. There was a mat, a tea set, wooden circles built to keep any hot dishes on top of it, and two cushions set for the both of you. Smiling, you set your shoes aside and carefully sat down, fixing your (skirt/pants) so you looked a bit presentable despite your tired body begging you to just not care.

You stared at his garden, the flowers and trees as strong and youthful as they seemed back when you were a child. You heard shuffling, sometimes you could barely hear people talk— for reasons you were unsure of— but you could pick up on little noises or faraway conversations easily. 

Kyojurou sat down next to you, his legs tucked under his body in a respectful manner. Having set down the dishes, he looked at you.

“I hope you still enjoy (favorite (sweet) dish), I put my entire soul into making it for you!” Kyojurou exclaimed, scooting the plate near you.

Your heart swelled as soon as you saw it. 

It’s been so long since you’ve eaten (dish), due to your consistent travels and missions and the lack of energy to even search for a shop that made that food after a mission. 

“Kyojurou…” Your voice wavered, smiling even wider.

“Eat up, (Name)!” He pets your head, his calloused hands standing out to you. He offered you chopsticks and let you eat at your own pace, the man himself eating heartily but not chewing loudly. 

However, that signature ‘UMAI!’ Of his could very easily heard. After all, he was literally shouting.

That didn’t really bother you though. That odd feeling earlier was washed away, thanks to him. And also thanks to the dish he made, you knew this took a long time to make, after all: he was awful at cooking dishes unless he kept trying a specific recipe over a hundred times. 

Your eyes softened at your food, then at him.

“Do you think the wind tries to tell us things that are important, but we’ve outgrown the language it uses for us to understand, (Name)?” Kyojurou asked out of the blue, his mouth full of food.

“I just want you to stop saying stupid shit, Kyojurou…” Sighing, you gobbled up the food he made. His voice continued to fill the silence. Eventually, he began asking— repeatedly— if you were going to stay the night, to which you reassured him— again, repeatedly— that yes, you were going to stay and see Senjurou the next day. However, he just kept asking every few minutes “Are you sure?” Just to pull an irritated reaction out of you.

Once you did, he laughed with all his might, even with you telling him it wasn’t even funny. 

The day stretched out, your laughs and giggles harmonising with Kyojurou’s bellowing laughs and comments. You really did miss this. And god, you were glad to have him near you. 

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Bath, Bed & Beyond - Raphael x Tav

After weeks of constant battles and near-death-experiences, it was a slap in the face that the Crown of Karsus ended up in the Chionthar.

It could have fallen anywhere else but in the river.

It could have been easy.

Had it landed on the docks, Tav would have plucked it from the ground like any other item she pilfered. She’d have put it in her pack and would have promptly gone off to deliver the all-powerful Netherese artifact to Raphael - satisfying the terms of her contract.

But no! Nothing was ever as easy as it could have been; it wasn’t easy convincing Rolan to spend time on the docks casting spells on her and supplying her with potions; it wasn’t easy deep diving into the murky river waters for days on end; and it certainly wasn’t easy finding the godsdamn Crown of Karsus!

Bloody thing was a pain in her ass…

She should have listened to her friends, and she shouldn’t have made a deal with a devil…

Much to Rolan’s chagrin, Raphael had shown a number of times over the course of her search. He, apparently, “wanted to see how she was faring”, and, according to the wizard, seemed to find amusement in her desperation of trying to find the object that would see him rule the Hells.

One night, after failing to find her missing treasure, Tav wondered out loud why Raphael didn’t help her; it didn’t make sense that he’d prolong his ambitions after all of the salivating he did whenever he spoke of the Crown. 

Rolan suggested maybe there was a secret time limit buried in the nooks and crannies of her contract. Maybe Raphael wanted her to fail because he wanted her soul.

“He’s waited this long, I’m sure he can afford to wait a bit longer to ensure he gets both you and the Crown of Karsus. He’s a devil - are you really so surprised that he’d desire to keep you as well?”

To that, she called Rolan crazy, but Tav searched harder in the days that followed (out of fear that she was racing an invisible clock), and she eventually found what she was looking for.

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Tav entered the Devil’s Den without knocking. She cared not that it was rude. She cared little about anything outside of fulfilling her contract, taking a bath, and sleeping for a very, very long time. Fatigue wreaked havoc on her body after recent events and days of stressful swimming, and the too long of a walk that brought her to Rivington drained her to the brink of wanting to fall over.

She ambled into the suite, and Raphael’s mortal visage made a face at her appearance - namely her water-logged countenance of damp hair and damp clothes that reeked of river water.

She hoped her exhaustion came off as apathy.

“Your message stated you had something specific for me?” he asked.

He was referencing the message she sent with a Scroll of Sending roughly an hour and a half ago. With it, she said: “I have your stupid Crown. Where should I meet you? Are you coming to the docks? Please come to the docks.”

Panting had, unfortunately, been included in-between some of her words.

Tav blinked, and her eyes went from staring longingly at the steaming bath littered with flower petals to the cambion who appraised her with a raised brow.

“I do,” she answered, and Tav reached into her pack for the Crown. She crossed over to him, revealed the artifact, and Raphael’s mask of composure cracked. 

Ambition bled from the fissures - his dreams would not remain dreams much longer…

With the current most important dream realized, a shaky breath left Raphael as he accepted and held the Crown in his hand. Tav rummaged around for the Netherstones, and she placed them on a nearby desk when it became clear that Raphael was having a moment between himself and his new shiny and dangerous toy.

She glanced down to see if he had an erection, and sure enough, a bulge was forming from inside his pants.

“Raphael?” she prompted.

“Hm?”

The Crown and fantasies of grandeur had successfully enthralled him.

“Is my contract fulfilled?”

“Yes.”

When he did not procure said contract, Tav sighed.

“Can I trust that you’ll see to completing my contract… when you’re done?”

“Mm, yes.”

Rolan was wrong; he did not want her or her soul. Raphael’s interest in his little mouse was purely in being a delivery tool for his precious artifact, and Tav found herself feeling oddly crestfallen at the verdict. It was nothing more than devilish amusement (or a form of punishment) that kept him from helping her fetch the Crown from the Chionthar.

“Great, thank you. Goodbye, Raphael.”

She turned and took a step for the door.

“Leaving so soon, Little Mouse?”

The rich purr of his voice stilled her.

“The delivery has been made, and you are preoccupied,” she answered, facing him again.

“Pardon my momentary lapse - I assure you it won’t happen again.” As if to make a point, he went to where the Netherstones were gathered and placed the Crown beside them. He leaned against the desk, blocking the artifact’s view from him and her. “Thank you for bringing me the Crown. I knew you wouldn’t fail - just as you knew failure wasn’t an option. You must regale me what the depths of the Chionthar look like sometime over dinner. The smell of the river, however, I could do without.”

Understanding his insinuation that she smelled, she gave him a thin lipped smile. “Then I shall be on my way...”

“You misunderstand, my dear!” Raphael gestured theatrically for the bath, and his features became predatory. “Stay awhile, won’t you? I will fulfill your contract before your very eyes, and you will sleep soundly tonight knowing you made the right choice in bargaining with a devil.”

The bath did look inviting…

“If you’d like, you have my permission to rest your weary head in this room,” he continued. “The bed is quite cozy - not nearly as comfortable as the bed in my House of Hope, but you know that already, don’t you?”

Tav’s blood went cold at his mention of her uninvited visit.

“Sorry about that…” she offered sheepishly, meaning it. Haarlep’s use of her body had become a nuisance, yet it often aroused her to think it was Raphael who benefitted and used the unintentional gift she left behind.

Based on the look in his eyes, he did.

Snap!

A contract materialized from within a plume of smoke and embers, and the infernal words etched into the parchment glowed. At Raphael’s behest and a wave of his hand, a new emblem-like symbol was magically inscribed before the parchment went up in flames.

“It’s been an Absolute pleasure doing business with you, Little Mouse.”

Oh no - his stare was making her feel warm in places.

Maybe Rolan was right in some regard.

Maybe Raphael did want her.

“Likewise,” Tav responded. “And I appreciate you loaning me the room.”

She waited for him to leave.

She expected him to leave.

Oh no.

He wasn’t leaving.

“Aren’t you leaving?” she questioned, intending on taking advantage of his offer to stay and use the room’s bath and bed.

“Leave? And miss the sight of you bathing? I think not.”

She flushed. 

“Ah.” Tav peered at the bath, then back at Raphael. “You’re not planning on joining me are you?”

He smiled devilishly. “Would you like me to?”

Yes.

“No, that’s alright.” Tav went to the bath and began to shed her pack and gear. When it came time to remove her boots, she decided to test the waters by turning the act of undressing into a show. She sat upon the bath’s edge and, with deliberate slowness, gracefully peeled away her footwear. “Are the flower petals your idea or are they an added flourish from the staff?”

“Do you like them?”

“I do.”

“They are my personal touch - just for you.”

The expression she threw at him while she undressed was filled with skepticism.

“You can stop trying to charm me, Raphael. The contract is done, you got what you wanted, and I’m in the middle of taking my clothes off.” Somewhere along the way her voice became decidedly more… seductive. “I wouldn’t normally allow you to watch the latter, but it’s conjecture to think that you’ve already seen me naked.”

It was thrilling to see that she enthralled him just as much as the Crown of Karsus. He was silent, his eyes blazing as he watched her stand and push her breeches down. Tav’s thumbs next hooked into the top of her panties and she slowly, teasingly, shimmied the undergarment past her thighs. They pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of them and her breeches, pushing both aside to be with the rest of her stripped attire.

He could not yet see her sex, as it was hidden by her tunic, but the shirt was soon gracefully pulled over her head and thrown onto the pile.

Raphael visibly swallowed.

Tav reached around to undo the fastenings of her brasserie. The undergarment went slack, and she quickly held the front to her with a hand before it could fall away.

She turned to face the bathwater and discarded the top with a flick of the wrist. 

The cambion let out a low hum. Whether in approval of seeing her bare backside or in disapproval or not seeing her nude state in its entirety, she couldn’t tell.

“Was this your plan?” Tav asked innocently as she bravely stepped into the steaming water. It was hot - excessively hot, but after waging and winning a war against a Netherbrain, after spending too long in the cold Chionthar, and after completing a deal with a devil…

It was heaven.

“What plan are you speaking of, my dear? I have many.”

Tav waded to the center of the bath, water rippling up to her thighs. She glanced at the cambion from over her shoulder with a smirk, and then rotated to give him a full-frontal view.

A deep-rooted hunger befell Raphael, and Tav mentally marked a point under her name: where the Crown failed in fully arousing him, she succeeded.

“When I sent my message to you, you sounded insistent on meeting here and advised that I shouldn’t tarry. You could have come to the docks, which, by the sound of things, you were fond of doing.” Tav lowered into the water while wincing and biting her lip at the temperature. “I was going to accuse you of wanting me smelly and exhausted so you could easily persuade me to take a bath as you watched, but, now that I’m thinking about it, I do recall there being a full bath and a smattering of flower petals when I initially met you here and signed the contract. Who was the bath for then? Voss? My companions and I?”

“I was merely setting the scene for my most important client of the day! I would never go to such efforts for Voss, nor your companions - nor for any other mortal whose name is but a tiny drop in the ocean of souls I’ve collected. It was all for you, Little Mouse.” Raphael crept towards the bath - a predator moving in on his prey. “Today I wished again to set the scene - with a reward. Now that you are without your troublesome friends and an even more troublesome tadpole, you can relax and enjoy without impediment! Soak, my dear! Soak and be content in your hard-earned and well-deserved bath, then off to bed with you…”

Tav reached for a fresh bar of soap that smelled distinctly like cherries and she ran it across her chest after wetting it. She batted eyelashes that suddenly felt heavy due to the talk of bed.

“Are you going to tuck me in, Raphael?”

His chuckle was downright sinful.

“Yes, I’ll even read you a bedtime story.”

“Oh?” Tav languidly rubbed aromatic suds into her skin. “What’s the story about?”

His eyes followed her hands.

“A fox who secured all that he wanted.”

Tav smiled and she briefly submerged herself.

“Did the fox secure the woods?” she asked after breaking through the water’s surface.

“He did, and the neighboring woods.”

She placed the bar of soap back onto the edge, and Tav scratched at her scalp and combed fingers through her hair.

“I presume he secured the animals inside of the woods as well?”

“Every single one.”

She made a point to stare into brown, dilated eyes.

“Including the mouse?”

“You’re going to spoil the story for yourself…”

It was at that moment that a yawn formed in her throat. She did her best to ignore the symptom of drowsiness (things were becoming interesting), but the yawn was persistent enough to force an escape. Tav covered what she could, but it was the kind of yawn that made her eyes water. When she blearily looked at the cambion, the desire on his face had been replaced with warm humor.

“I was wondering how long you would be able to keep your guise up,” he remarked.

Another smaller and shorter yawn broke through.

“Finish up,” Raphael ordered, and he walked away - disappearing to the other half of the room.

Tav complied. She rinsed out her hair, finished scrubbing in all the necessary places, and by the time she was done, Raphael had returned. He held out a plush red towel for her to take when she moseyed to the bath’s edge and climbed out.

“Thanks,” Tav said, fighting back what could possibly be an endless string of yawns. The towel was soft and thick, smelled like Raphael, and she made a note to steal it in the morning as she wrung out her hair and dried herself off.

“I won’t miss it,” Raphael said knowingly.

“How - I don’t steal everything, you know,” she scoffed.

“I am aware.”

Tav made a new mental note - to not steal the towel in the morning.

Sufficiently dried, she cheekily dropped the towel to the floor and peered at a bed that had been prepped for sleeping.

The urge to sprint and throw herself into the covers was extinguished when she was unexpectedly scooped up by arms and swept off her feet.

“This is becoming ridiculous,” Tav muttered. Despite her tone, and against her better judgment, she foolishly liked the feeling of being held by the cambion - the feeling of his hands on her...

“Did you not ask to be tucked in?” Raphael retorted, carrying her naked body up the couple steps that led to the bedroom portion of the suite.

She was too tired to think of a witty comeback, so Tav stayed silent while Raphael transferred her over to the bed.

“What do you normally sleep in, Little Mouse?”

Usually just her smallclothes.

Tav glanced up at him. “I sleep naked, of course.”

His eyes flared, and she could read that he wanted to do far more than simply tuck her in.

He gently laid her upon the satin bedding. A fluffy pillow was beneath her head, and the sheets were smooth against her skin. Raphael reached over to draw the top sheet and comforter over her, and Tav was enveloped by heavenly, toasty warmth.

“Would it be possible to have the room for the next day or two?” she murmured, making herself snug under the covers.

Her eyes closed as the fox smiled brightly.

“Oh, my Little Mouse, stay as long as you’d-”

And she was out.

[thecraftydragonc]

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Sunset Behind The Smoke

GIF by pedro-reed

Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: Carol is a bad parent, again.

Word count: 4.4k

Angst with a happy ending, Bad parenting.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling <3

Masterlist | AO3

Hi, Carol. Just checking in, it's been a while since we've heard from you and I wanted to make sure everything is okay.

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Jupiter made some drawings today in art class and she asked me to send you a picture, said it's her 'best Goose yet.'

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Hey, uh, the school wants proof of your new address, please send it to Fury so I can pick it up.

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Jupiter's been asking about you, and quite frankly, I don't know what to tell her anymore. Can you please call me back? Or text me? Or send a Morse Code message?

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It’s Jupiter's birthday next week, we're having a small party at the house, she's so excited.

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You are invited to Jupiter's sixth birthday party this weekend, RSVP!

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Carol, you have to be at your daughter's birthday party.

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Party's about to start you'd better be here soon.

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Monica arrives to your house for the party, "Auntie Monica!" Jupiter runs toward her at full speed.

"Hey, little buddy," Monica smiles while lifting the girl and placing a peck on her cheek. She puts Jupiter down and pulls a couple of gifts from her purse, "Happy birthday."

"Two!" Jupiter exclaims in excitement, and you can't help but grin at her antics.

"What do you say?" you sing.

"Thanks."

"Go put them with the others." Jupiter sprints inside the house leaving you alone with Monica.

"Have you heard from her?" you whisper, Monica shakes her head with a tight lipped smile and you feel fire taking over your body.

"That’s it, I’m going to find her!" You reach for your jacket on the coat hanger, but she stops you by the wrist.

"The last thing Jupiter needs is both of her parents not being here," she lectures, letting go of your arm, "just be present and I will help you deal with the fallout later."

The rest of the guests arrive and the celebrations get going somewhat smoothly, but you can tell from the look in her eyes, that Jupiter is still waiting for one more person.

And so are you.

A little later, the doorbell rings and you catch Jupiter’s gentle gasp, as your own heart begins to race with growing hope.

You go to the door and Jupiter starts sprinting towards it right behind you, until you open it and meet a very well put together King Valkyrie. Jupiter stops and her features flatten, prompting Val to eye her with playful suspicion, "Well, hello there, Princess."

"Hi, auntie Val," Jupiter can't help but giggle.

The King kneels and Jupiter climbs into a big hug. Val gives her a present before releasing her with a wink, "I won't be keeping you, Your Majesty."

Jupiter takes the box and runs with it, her tiny footsteps growing softer with the distance. Then, Val takes the time to properly greet you, "The last time I was welcomed with such disappointment, I was in Sakaar," she jokes lightheartedly, "let me guess, no sign of Marv, yet?"

You slowly shake your head making her suck on her teeth. You both look at Jupiter having gone back to her party, "She doesn't seem to mind it so much," Val suggests.

"She’s great a pretending to be okay, much like somebody else we know," you refute her with your parental knowledge.

"I’m really sorry."

"It’s not your fault."

"It’s not hers either."

The rest of the party goes well, you all sing happy birthday, cut the cake, and after a few hours, everyone’s happy and leaving.

"The party was great, you don't need her," Monica tries to comfort you as she helps you clean up.

"I know that, but she does." You subtly point to your daughter.

"Have you decided what you're gonna do?"

You fidget with a balloon while you think, "Do you have even the vaguest idea of where she might be?"

Monica sighs deeply, "No, but if you really need to know, we can find out."

You accept without further consideration and then direct yourself to Val, "Can you take Jupiter home with you?"

"Of course." She calls out to Jupiter, "Princess!" and the girl appears almost out of thin air.

"Yes, auntie Val?

"Well, that settles who the favorite aunt is," Monica mumbles.

"Would you like to have a sleepover at my palace?"

Jupiter screams, "Yes!"

Val chuckles, "Come on, I'll help you pack your things." They run upstairs, you hear a lot of shuffling and then they come back down with a full bag.

You couldn't be more grateful that your friends love your daughter just as much as you do, "All ready, baby?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, you call me to say goodnight, yeah?"

"Yes, mama, love you."

"I love you more." She gives you a kiss and Val gives you a firm nod before they leave.

You stay with Monica and she begins to explain, "There’s a protocol at S.A.B.E.R. that can technically track Carol's ship."

"Technically?"

"It’s never been used before," your expression is clearly confused, "it's for extreme emergencies only."

"Okay, what do we do?"

"We call the boss."

In an instant, she pulls her phone out and calls Fury on speaker.

"Monica," he greets, "how’s the party?"

"Over," you reply.

"Oh, hey." He’s surprised to hear you, "Did Jupiter get my present?"

Your tone turns genuinely happy, "Yes, she loved it, thank you."

"Sorry I couldn't come, somebody had to hold down the fort since I gave Captain Rambeau the day off."

You chuckle, "That’s alright, no worries." Then, you clear your throat to change the subject, "Have you heard from Carol?"

"She didn't show?" he almost yells.

"No," you mumble, the thought making you sick to your stomach every time someone repeats it out loud

"Rambeau, can you get a reading on her location?"

Monica looks at her tablet, "Not clear enough."

"I’d say this counts as an emergency then, wouldn't you?" Fury’s tone turns devilish, "Come meet me at S.A.B.E.R."

It doesn’t take a long time after you arrive to meet Fury, for him to engage the protocol and get the exact coordinates of Carol’s ship.

"Maybe Monica should be the one to go, after the stunt she pulled today, I don't wanna see her face," you try to bargain, you’re not sure you could control yourself if you saw Carol right now.

"No, I think you should go," there's insistence in his voice, "just try not to punch her too soon."

After a little more coaxing, you take a small vessel a few galaxies over, and find the all too familiar ship, floating in the middle of the void.

You enter it and make a beeline to the cockpit, Carol hears you and looks behind herself in alarm, but relaxes once she sees it's you.

"Close the door," she instructs in a stern tone. Her manners are not the reason you married her, but they're also not the reason you left her, so you let it slide and shut the door. She follows, "How did you find me?"

"Why are you hiding?" you retaliate.

"I took on a very sensitive mission, I couldn't risk anyone knowing my location."

"Okay," it is clear in your voice that you don’t really care about her explanation, "I hope you know why I'm here."

Her eyes don’t move away the screens on her dashboard, "Is it about Jupiter's birthday? I’m aware, I won't miss it."

"It was today."

"What?" She freezes and turns to you hoping to find deceit in your face, "Shit! It's hard to tell the passage of time without a sun to keep track of, I should have checked sooner."

"You think?" you bite bitterly, "I’ve been messaging you like crazy."

"I shielded the ship so no signals come in or out…for stealth," she tries to justify, but you simply remain standing and starring at her unamused.

Before you say anything, your phone rings with a video call from New Asgard. You step away from Carol and stand by a window, "Hello?" you sing to mask your anger, knowing who's on the other end of the line.

"Hi, mama, I’m in auntie Val's castle!"

"Hi, baby! Are you ready for b—"

Jupiter gasps as she makes out your surroundings, interrupting you, "Are you in space with daddy?"

You choke for a second, "I am in space, but I’m alone right now." Carol tries to protest in the distance, but you shoot her a death glare.

"Oh, okay," the disappointment in Jupiter’s voice is palpable, "um, we're going to bed now, goodnight, I love you." Her energy drops along with your heart.

"I love you more, sweet dreams, little love."

She hangs up without saying another word.

Carol aggressively stands up and walks toward you, "Why did you do that?"

"Because she deserves better than an impromptu call, she deserves you coming to Earth and apologizing in person." You keep your composure.

"She knew I was here, she got so excited." Carol’s voice breaks lightly, but you’re not budging.

"She can't keep living off the scraps you give her, unless you want me to seek full custody."

"You wouldn’t."

Your tone unknowingly turns into a plea, "Don't make me."

You put your phone back in your pocket and walk closer to the dashboard, "I couldn't care less what you do with your time, Carol, but our daughter needs you, and as long as she does, I’m gonna keep bothering you."

She would be lying if she said your words didn't hurt her, but she knows she has never been the best parent. She quietly accepts your words almost in resignation, and goes back to work.

"Are you almost done with that?" you ask after a while in genuine curiosity.

"Uh, kinda? I still have a bunch of data to process and I have to scout the entire place one last time, could take a while."

You bite your lip as you think twice about what you're gonna say, "What if…I help you?"

She looks at you in surprise, "Really?"

"Yeah, I’m a bit rusty, but I was always better at it than you."

"Okay," she smiles gently, then frantically looks around to all the devices that are needed for the task.

"I got it," you say confidently trying to relieve her, "you go suit up." She meets your eyes again and nods before leaving.

You sit down where she was and take a moment to re-familiarize yourself with all the technology you used to know by heart.

After changing, Carol comes back out and asks, "Got everything you need?"

"Yeah," you reply as you turn to her.

Seeing her in her uniform has always brewed a funny feeling inside you, admiration, perhaps. You realize you're staring and quickly regain your composure, "Be careful," you say softly, and her eyes glimmer as they pierce into yours, a subtle curl in her lips.

"Always."

The ship's door opens and she leaves. A sweet atmosphere lingers in the air for a bit and you revel in it before getting to work. After a few minutes of working the computer, it's almost like the data is processing itself.

With all the information Carol gathered, it's not hard for you to believe what she told you is absolutely true. You also know how easily she can let herself be sucked into her work, and you understand that's a package deal with Captain Marvel. However, you haven't found an effective way to explain that to a child, let alone, her own.

A couple of hours go by and you can finally see the end of the queue of data to decrypt. With perfect timing, the ship’s door opens and Carol comes back in.

It is only when you turn around this time that you notice a Polaroid of Jupiter and Carol stuck in the window frame, you grab it and marvel at it quietly, Carol following your movements with her eyes.

"Maybe she's better off without me," she muses, walking toward you.

"You’re kidding," you answer in disbelief, "all she talks about is you."

"Are you jealous?" she teases playfully.

"No, I’m pissed. You're never around, but you still get all the attention." Your tone turns serious as you put the picture back, "You can't just decide that she doesn't need you."

"But I can't be there for her."

"You can't or you won’t?" you challenge, venom grazing the tip of your tongue, almost fearing her answer, but in an instant, you see the absolute shift her mind makes. It takes her a moment to process it, and you can read it in her expression, so you give her the time to do it.

"I haven't, but I’m gonna change that, starting right now."

She's got that look in her eyes, the one she gets when her mind is set and nothing can stop her, it goes beyond Captain Marvel’s stubbornness. It's Carol Danvers' determination.

With that settled, you decide to join Jupiter in New Asgard, so you call Val to let her know, "Hey, so Carol and I are landing in New Asgard in about 20 minutes, can you please have no one shoot at us? Thanks," you deadpan.

"It was one time!" She says playfully between gritted teeth.

You chuckle, "We'll see you soon."

"Wait, do you want me to wake Jupiter up?"

"I think we should let her sleep."

Just as promised, you arrive to The Kingdom and get to the palace to meet with Val and talk for a bit.

You let The King and The Captain catch up while you go run an errand in town.

Jupiter hears the noise and comes out of her room to see what's going on. When she sees Carol, she freezes by the doorframe and Carol does the same on her spot.

"Hey, Princess," Val interjects in the softest voice she can manage, "your daddy is here, you wanna come say hi?"

Jupiter walks slowly, stumbling on her feet, a little on purpose, a little because she's sleepy, she stands right in front of Carol and greets her shyly, "Hi, daddy."

Carol tries to ignore the urge to pick her daughter up into a hug and lets her approach at her own pace, she crouches to be at eye level with Jupiter, "Hi, my angel, how are you?"

"I’m okay, how are you?" Jupiter doesn't make eye contact.

"I’m good, thank you." The interaction is painfully awkward, "Listen, baby, I’m really sorry I missed your birthday." Jupiter hums dismissively, still looking to the ground.

You come back to the room and stay by the entrance to witness the exchange.

"Your work is more important than me," Jupiter pouts pulling away from Carol, breaking her heart.

"No, it's not, it never could be, you're the most important part of my life, I don't know what I was thinking, I was being silly, I’m so sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

After Jupiter stays silent, Val decides that was enough, she picks Jupiter up and takes her back to her provisional room, "Come on, Princess, let's go back to bed."

Once Val closes the door, you approach Carol gently and she grumbles, "I thought you said she was my biggest fan."

"I guess your luck ran out," you simply shrug off, "maybe you should take a walk to reflect on all your mistakes."

Carol quickly understands you want to talk to your daughter alone, so she obliges.

You knock and crack the door to Jupiter’s room, her and Val seem to have just finished a conversation, Val is tucking Jupiter in, and Jupiter looks a little more at ease, "Can I come in?"

When Jupiter sees you, her expression turns to worry, "Are we leaving, mama?"

"No, no, baby, we can stay here tonight."

Val kisses Jupiter's temple and bids her goodnight, before leaving you two alone. You carefully sit on the edge of the bed, "Are you okay, baby?"

"Yeah," she responds, but you know she's not.

"Are you mad at daddy?" she pouts and nods slowly, "That’s okay," you reassure her, rubbing her arm soothingly, "I want you to know that she's trying her very best."

Jupiter remains silent once again, as she processes your words.

"You still love her?" you push a little, giving her another chance to engage.

To your relief, she nods with enough certainty, "Do you love her, mama?"

"Huh?" Her question catches you off guard.

"I want you to love daddy so she can come live with us again."

Your heart breaks a little as you try to explain, "It’s not so simple, baby."

"Why not?"

"Because adults always have to make things complicated," you sigh deeply.

"If she lived with us she wouldn't have forgotten my birthday."

You know exactly where she’s coming from, but you cannot allow her to have that image of Carol.

"She didn't forget, angel, I promise," you assure, it sounds like a lie, but really, Carol forgot what day she was living in, while also being acutely aware of Jupiter's birthday…not having a sun to keep track of will do that to a person.

Do you love her? Does it matter? There's only so much love can do, it only gets you so far, and with Carol, that was never enough. There was always some mission, some planet, or civilization that needed her help, it was never an if but a when she was leaving next. And it seems that hasn't changed in the slightest, or so you think.

As she’s taking a stroll in the dark streets of The Kingdom, Carol can't help but feel a little strange about the way Jupiter treated her. After the way you described her, and how Jupiter actually received her, she begins to suspect foul play.

So, when she spots The King, leaving her palace, she walks directly towards her, "Did you talk to Jupiter about me?"

Val isn’t even startled by the aggressive approach, "Maybe," she replies dryly.

Carol frowns, "What did you say?"

"Nothing that wasn't true," Val taunts, and Carol falls straight for it, her body threatening to attack until Val stops her, "Hey, this isn't a war, this is your kid, Marv, what the hell are you doing?" her tone is full of concern, "We all love her, we all take care of her, if you were around more often, you would know that. We're all just looking out for her, trying to do what's best."

After a long moment of contemplation, Carol comes back inside, and you approach her, "We need to leave first thing in the morning."

She’s taken aback slightly, but tries her best to focus, "No breakfast?"

"No breakfast."

"Did Val tell you that?" she asks, somewhat worked up still.

You shake your head, "I haven't told her yet. I just don't like the whole royal living vibe."

"But Jupiter loves it."

"How would you know that?" you scoff in disbelief, as if she suddenly knows everything about her neglected daughter.

"Remember the first time we all went to Aladna together and stayed with Yan?" she begins to explain.

"That was forever ago."

"Jupiter was smiling the whole time, and sleepovers with Val are her favorite!"

Maybe Carol does know things about her neglected daughter, regardless, your tone is final, "Yeah, well, she's had a pretty lengthy sleepover, and I’m not staying another night."

Carol nods firmly in agreement, "Okay."

"Thanks." You’re surprised by Carol understanding so quickly and without a fight, "It’s good to know you're learning to listen again."

"Yeah, it's not so easy."

"Please, you're Captain Marvel, what's hard?"

"Captain Marvel, the worst parent ever," she groans.

"I wouldn't say that, I never met your dad, but he sounds extremely awful."

"Okay, yes, second worst."

"That’s more like it," you smirk.

She scoffs dramatically, "You’re supposed to be supportive!"

"I have no legal obligations toward you," you pause and lower your voice, "anymore."

"…Anymore," she repeats after you, her voice barely audible, but she swiftly changes the topic while producing a small box from her pocket, "I got her a present."

You take it and open it to reveal a beautiful necklace, "Asgardian gold?"

"You know it."

You open the pendant to reveal a picture of the three of you when Jupiter was just a baby, it makes you gasp, "I thought this picture was lost."

"It was, I used a memory device to recreate it. Literally."

"We look so happy." You are completely mesmerized by it, as it brings back all too familiar feelings inside you.

"That's the way I remember it." Carol seems just as enthralled as you are, "Before I took on that mission, I was talking to Fury about setting up camp on Earth, at least for a part of the year."

Her words break your trance, your neck snapping in her direction, "Are you serious?"

"I am," she smiles softly.

Maybe this time, things could be different, but you'd have to actually give her a chance if you want to find out.

The next morning, Carol wakes up to some noise coming from the dining room. She comes out to investigate and finds Val, Jupiter and you, eating peacefully, "I thought you said no breakfast."

You bite your lip in hesitation, "The King insisted."

"There’s a plate for you in the kitchen," Val chimes in.

Carol grabs the plate and comes back to the table, "Can I sit next to you, angel?" she asks Jupiter, a bit nervous about the answer.

Jupiter looks up at her with her mouth full and nods happily, making Carol sigh as her body relaxes.

The meal is mostly quiet, but you can tell Jupiter isn't resisting Carol's affection as much as she was the night before. They exchange jokes and complicit looks, the way they used to when you were still together.

After you're all done eating and helping clear the table, you thank Val, say your goodbyes, and head to Carol's ship.

"Your ship is bigger than auntie Val’s," Jupiter beams.

"Is it? I haven't been there in a long time," Carol tries to play it cool.

"Uh huh!"

Just like that, it seems Jupiter is back to being Carol's biggest fan, you're not sure what happened, but you're glad it did. Unfortunately, Carol seems to be too in her head to notice any of it, she goes to the cockpit to pilot the ship, and you stay on the couch with Jupiter.

"Did you enjoy your sleepover with auntie Val?"

"Yes!"

"It was so much fun!" her eyes light up the way Carol’s do when she’s excited, "We played princess dress up and auntie Val gave me a tiara to wear."

"Did you take pictures?"

"Um, uh-uh," she responds sheepishly. "We watched a movie about space, and we rode on Pegasus," you don't remember giving Val permission to take your daughter on the death creature, "and we had so many snacks."

She's so precious recalling everything about her weekend, but then, she turns pensive, "Auntie Val told me that daddy was in space making sure the bad guys couldn't hurt any more people, is that true, mama?"

You try to read her intentions before simply responding, "Yes."

She uses her whole body to process it, "Then I forgive her for missing my birthday."

"That’s very kind of you, baby." A small smile forms on your face.

Carol pilots the ship slowly, since you both agreed Jupiter couldn't sit in the front where the seatbelts are, so by the time you arrive to your house, it's already getting dark.

She lands the ship and helps you both down, standing awkwardly by the front door until you invite her in. She decidedly doesn't try to make herself comfortable, feeling like a complete screw up and contemplating what her next move will be, now that she's lost her daughter.

While Jupiter goes to her room to put all her things back, Carol hands you Jupiter's present and bids you goodbye, "You’re not planning on leaving without saying goodbye to her, are you?"

Carol stops her escape and inhales deeply, "I think that was enough disappointing her for one day."

You’re slightly confused by her words, "What movie were you watching?"

"The one where she couldn't even greet me properly."

Carol sees this as a lost battle and genuinely believes that being the bigger person by removing herself entirely from the situation, is the better solution for everyone. This is her way of taking responsibility, and you know perfectly well the way her military brain works, how it so easily misses the emotional side of every coin.

She's practical, tactical, and effective in the absolute worst ways possible. You know when her stoicism takes over and she needs a helping hand, and right now it's one of those moments.

"Did you miss the part where she looked at you like you hung every single star in the sky?" You pin her down with her eyes to ensure she stays put, "You can't keep doing what's most convenient for you, you ought to do better by that little girl," you pause, "our little girl." You walk closer to her and carefully caress her arm, "She loves you, Carol, and I can't believe I have to say this out loud, but you should love her too."

"I’ve never loved anyone more," her eyes glimmer with the threat of tears, "but what else can I do?"

Jupiter comes back to where you two are standing, her bare feet gently taping the floor with each step, she stares at you for a moment, trying to read the atmosphere, then she pouts, "Are you going back to your ship now, daddy?"

This time, Carol makes an effort to really look into her eyes and finds everything they hold, she crouches to be at eye level with her, "It is getting late, angel, but I can come back—"

"You don't have to leave," you interrupt her, "I hear you're due for some time off work?"

Jupiter's face lights up brighter than any sun, "Please, daddy?" Carol freezes, unsure what to say.

"You can take the spare room...for now," you offer.

Carol is quick to accept, "Okay." Jupiter wastes no time hoping into Carol's arms as she squeals in joy.

"Thank you, daddy!"

Carol stands up with Jupiter still in her arms, then she leans on your side to whisper in your ear, "Thanks, mama."

[aroaceloverofgarlicbread]

Hello

My old introduction message was not very good so I’m gonna do a new one.

But first off, don't send me donation asks. I do not have enough money or a big enough following to where it will help you, and the only thing it’s gonna accomplish is making people feel bad without actually doing anything. If you send one, it will be deleted.

Hello. My name is AroaceGarlicBreadLover/AceLoverofGarlicBread but you can also just call me Fabbe, I am an INFP aroace, and this is my blog where I will primarily talk about aspec stuff, but possibly other things as well rarely. And even though this blog is primarily intended to be for aspec people, basically anyone is accepted here as long as you don’t discriminate against others. However, I mostly direct all my posts at aspec people (Such as most of my polls being directed at aspec people specifically and having one option for non-aspec people in general), so you may feel a bit left out if you’re not.

https://en.pronouns.page/@GarlicBreadAAAAA

I am an introvert, and not very good at being social and talking to people, so i may be a bit awkward to talk to and I’m not very self confident so I often change my mind instantly after posting something and delete it right after so if you see me having posted something and then it’s gone, that’s probably why, and if it’s not deleted then I have most likely edited the post several times (Such as this entire part being something I put in after posting this)

This I tend to write very long messages very often to make sure I convey everything I wanna convey, so sorry about that.

My interests outside of mentioning that I’m aroace every 5 seconds are mostly writing stories, Playing Minecraft (Mostly being in fan-made life series if you know what that is, but it’s pretty niche so I doubt anyone will), and anything related to Undertale/Deltarune (I love UT/DR so much, I am absolutely obsessed with it), including AUs and such, and I’m also interested in just playing other video games as well, but Minecraft, Undertale, and Deltarune are my favorite ones.

I am openly Aroace both irl and online, so basically everyone who knows me pretty well also knows that I’m aroace at this point, although no one except my close friends and such in my school knows, as some people there are a bit queerphobic. I live in Europe.

I am okay with suggestive jokes and stuff like that, but only from other people who are also minors. People that aren’t minors can still follow and interact with me, but then don’t make suggestive jokes please.

Hope you have a good time here!

LORE (Not really):

I have 3 worms thanks to i-give-worms

I have also have giant orange fuzzy worm pet

I have an apple

I also have too many kiwis - 502

I have a curse where all my Garlic Bread also contains onions, but it can be fixed by using silver plates

I have a strong shield that repels kiwis

I was given 5 nekomimi (Which means with cat ears if google didn’t lie to me) kids, named Karl, Max, Jerry, Tom and Hajime. I am not prepared for children but yeahh… when they grow up I’ll put them in my Garlic Bread factory or smth. Apparently they go crazy over cat nip…

I have a really big box of garlic chicken tenders

I have a spray bottle

Selling hoodies with silhouettes of purple bats!! 8 left in stock!! They cost 2 Garlic Bread each!!

I have a skeleton skull that seems to possess the ghost of a French sailor

I have a snek and a birb :D

[rarepairdumpster]

Sugar Baby Silco AU Part 1

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Age Reversal, Sugar Daddy Viktor, Sex Worker Silco, NSFW, Lots of sexy bits

Sucking his own dick is the first vid Viktor sees on young Silco's onlyfans, before the older gentleman becomes his sugar daddy.

They meet on a dating app for sugar daddies/babies, and Silco's photos are nude slut or leather-clad anarchist

Meanwhile, Viktor is dressed in suits and capelets, etc

Viktor's doesn't show his face at all.

Silco finds that more alluring tbh. He likes the mystery, likes studying the tantalizing hint of a sharp jawline and that long, elegant neck.

Viktor is up front about having seen his solo-pleasure vid on onlyfans, but adds that he hadn't gone hunting for Silco on dating apps; his profile was just recommended by the algorithm.

Silco appreciates the candidness

Viktor was pleased to see him recommended though. He had enjoyed the video very much.

Viktor absolutely got himself off in time with the careful bob of Silco's mouth on his own cock.

Squeezed himself whenever Silco's cheeks hollowed out.

Silco recording and sending Viktor a short clip of him asking in a low, seductive voice whether Viktor enjoyed the video.

Viktor sending back a video of him in his office chair, from the chest down, button front shirt open along with his slacks. 

He's stroking himself and after a few moments, Silco can hear the faintest grunt when Viktor cums all over his stomach. 

Viktor replies "I hope that's confirmation enough"

Silco has to take breath because oh Viktor has a larger cock than expected.

And Viktor got hard just from talking about that video on his onlyfans.

It makes something flip in Silco's belly

Viktor loves Silco's voice.

The gravel and rasp go straight to his cock every time he hears it

It makes him wonder how much sexier his voice would be if Viktor fucked his throat.

The two of them talk for weeks, between texts and exchanging short teasing videos, before Silco asks if Viktor would like to meet in person and discuss a sugar contract.

Viktor is a little nervous. He agrees to the contract, but puts off meeting Silco. This is the first time he's done this and he's concerned about being discreet. Viktor also hasn't disclosed his disability (part time wheelchair user) and is worried Silco won't be interested after he finds out.

Silco wants to say no, not sure he can trust someone who doesn't want to meet in person, but the allowance amount is generous and he can't afford not to take it.

Especially since the rental market is only getting worse.

And this is at least safer than turning tricks on the corner.

Finally, Silco accepts the lack of personal meeting, and draws up a small list of things he is unwilling to do, no matter how much funds Viktor offers.

And Viktor makes a little face and messages back: Of course; I have no interest in those things either.

Silco is glad that Viktor's predilections seemed to match his own. He had no interest in negotiating boundaries. It was something he entertained when he was younger, but not after being pushed too far too many times.

That night, all Viktor has Silco do is record himself undressing and teasing his fingertips across his skin. The sensation makes goosebumps rise across his skin. It makes him shiver and close his eyes, knowing Viktor is going to be stroking himself to this later. His cock is full and heavy before Silco's fingers even tease over its length

Two days later, his first allowance is sitting in his bank account

Viktor suggests a few things for him to spend a part of it on. Some new toys and "something leather and strappy to wear"

And Silco is delighted. He needed some new stuff.

One of the new toys is a dick gag.

If Viktor were an anime character, he'd have a nosebleed when Silco sends him photos as "proof of purchase/delivery"

Silco wears the harness daily under his clothes because it reminds him of Viktor.

Silco feels another lil flip in his belly when Viktor sends him a voice note after receiving the photos, and the voice note is just a breathless "You're beautiful."

Silco doesn't hear Viktor's voice often, but when he does, it's smooth like expensive Russian vodka and Silco is dying for a taste.

Silco repeats the voice notes again and again whenever he gets those rare gems.

A couple of months later, Silco is surprised when a package arrives at his door that he didn't order. When he opens the discreet packaging, he finds a fucking machine, and not a cheap one.

His whole body flushes hot.

Silco takes a few moments to recover and then sends Viktor a sultry voice note, saying "I received your gift. Thank you, Daddy."

Being addressed like that sends a shiver through Viktor and he sends a voice note back.

"You're welcome, dusha moya" Viktor purrs. "I hope you enjoy it very much."

Silco has no idea what those foreign words mean, but it sounds tender. And the timbre of his voice makes Silco's dick hard. 

Silco just types an "I will 😈"  back

And he does.

And he records everything, angles his phone camera on the tripod so that it can see the full length of his body.

Thighs spread wide for balance.

Back arching.

Lips stretching around his cock gag.

Curtain of soft hair hanging by his face.

And the remote clutched in his hand, thumb increasing the speed gradually, until the machine is pounding into him relentlessly.

Viktor replays the video at least 7 times the night he receives it, a few times just to focus on Silco and see the way the beads of sweat roll off of his neck and chest. 

He knows he could never fuck SIlco like that himself, not with his leg and back. It still thrilled him knowing that he provided the machine and Viktor knew Silco was thinking of him with every heated glance at the camera.

The grunts, part pain and all pleasure, destroy Viktor.

It's another 4 months before Viktor sends a tentative message about getting together for a glass of wine.

Instead of answering yes or no, Silco types back: what changed? You didn't want to meet me before

Viktor's reply doesn't come for several minutes. Myself, perhaps. I find it growing easier to be more vulnerable with you.

Another message comes soon after: But I understand if you prefer things to stay the way they are.

Silco's response is almost immediate: I would sell my apartment right now, if it meant I could hear your voice in person

It makes Viktor laugh a little, because that is rather extreme

It also makes him blush

"Well, let's start with wine and see where that takes us" Viktor replies, hoping he's right in thinking Silco won't care about his disability.

Part 2

Arch + Woods

[valkyriexo]

Invasion of Privacy | Ep. 3 - Knock, Knock

ᑉ³SYNOPSIS; In the dazzling world of fame, you have it all—a beautiful home, devoted fans, and Chan, the love of your life. But when cryptic messages start arriving, the line between adoration and obsession blurs. With each note, you feel increasingly unsafe. Now, you're on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth before it's too late.

ᑉ³PAIRING; Chan x Idol! reader. Ft. Stray Kids

ᑉ³GENRE; Smau, FF , Angst, Hurt, Comfort, mystery

ᑉ³GENERAL WARNINGS ;Violence, Sasaeng (Stalker). Mentions of a knife, mentions of blood, Home invasion, cursing, Kissing, Pain, death, Implied female reader, Certain episodes may be Suggestive MDNI ᑉ³EPISODE WARNINGS;  None.

EPISODE WORD COUNT; 4K

AUTHOR'S NOTE ; Episode 3! Thank you for your kind comments on the story so far!

If you enjoyed this episode, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Whether it's through comments, reblogs, or sending an ask, your feedback means the world to me. Remember none of this is real. It is a story. It is fiction. You can choose not to read it if it will make you uncomfortable.

Master Post | Teaser | Suspect Cards

As the stress of recent events weighed heavily on your shoulders, Chan's suggestion of getting a massage seemed like a welcomed reprieve. With a gentle yet insistent nudge, he convinced you to take some time for yourself, to relax and unwind amidst the chaos that surrounded you.

As you stepped into the serene sanctuary of the spa, you felt a sense of peace. The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm, inviting hue across the reception area, where the tranquil melody of gentle instrumental music floated through the air.

The receptionist, a picture of hospitality and grace, greeted you with a welcoming smile as you approached.

"Welcome to Serenity Spa," she said, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. "How may I assist you today?"

Your shoulders sagged with the weight of recent events, and with a grateful exhale, you replied, "I'm here for a massage, just looking to relieve some stress."

"Of course," the receptionist nodded empathetically. "We have a variety of options to suit your needs. Would you prefer a deep tissue massage to work out those knots, or perhaps a relaxing Swedish massage to melt away tension?"

"Swedish sounds perfect," you replied, already feeling the tension in your muscles easing at the mere thought.

With a knowing smile, the receptionist gestured toward a cozy seating area adorned with plush armchairs and a small table set with a delicate arrangement of wine and chocolates.

"While you wait for your therapist, please feel free to indulge in some refreshments." Gratefully accepting the offer, you sank into one of the inviting armchairs, the promise of relaxation tantalizingly close. With a sigh of contentment, you selected a piece of rich, dark chocolate, savoring its velvety sweetness as you awaited your moment of bliss.

As you enjoyed the decadent treat, the receptionist returned with a glass of chilled white wine, its crisp aroma mingling with the faint scent of lavender that permeated the air.

"Here you go," she said with a warm smile, setting the glass down on the table before you. "I hope this adds to your relaxation experience."

"Thank you," you replied, lifting the glass to your lips and taking a slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe your parched throat. The combination of the wine's subtle sweetness and the indulgent chocolate seemed to further lull your senses into a state of tranquility.

Before long, the receptionist gestured gracefully towards the hallway. "Your treatment room is ready now. Please follow me."

You followed her down the hallway, the gentle glow of candlelight guiding your way. Upon reaching the treatment room, she opened the door and gestured for you to enter. "Please make yourself comfortable in the robe provided and lay face down on the massage table. Your therapist will be with you shortly."

Gratefully, you slipped into the plush robe, its soft fabric enveloping you in warmth and comfort. Taking a moment to admire the serene ambiance of the room, you then obediently climbed onto the massage table, settling onto the soft linens and resting your head on the fluffy pillow.

As you closed your eyes and let out a sigh of anticipation, the scent of lavender filled your senses, calming your mind and soothing your soul.

As the masseuse entered the room, a serene presence with a gentle demeanor, they didn't utter a single word. Instead, they simply proceeded to perform the massage with practiced precision.

Under their skilled hands, the tension in your muscles slowly began to melt away, replaced by a blissful sensation of relaxation. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully present in the moment, letting go of the worries that had been weighing you down. Each knead and stroke seemed to coax the stress from your muscles, leaving you feeling weightless and serene.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, the massage drew to a close, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Chan for his thoughtful suggestion. With a soft sigh, you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave, feeling lighter and more rejuvenated than you had in ages.

But as soon as you turned to leave, your eyes caught sight of something unexpected—a small piece of paper tucked beneath the edge of the massage table. Curious, you reached for it, unfolding the note with trembling fingers.

A chill ran down your spine as you realized the significance of the message. 

The person had been here.

Fear clenched at your heart as you realized the depths of their obsession. No longer were they content with mere gifts and letters—they had infiltrated your sanctuary.

Your space.

The once peaceful atmosphere of the spa now felt suffocating, oppressive even, as though the walls themselves were closing in around you.

You couldn't stay here any longer. You pocketed the note, your hands trembling as you gathered your belongings. You hastily exited the spa, the note burning a hole in your pocket as you raced towards the waiting car. Your bodyguard, ever vigilant, sprinted behind you, his pace matching your frantic steps as you both hurried to safety.

Breathless and heart pounding, you finally reached the car, flinging open the door and practically diving inside. Your bodyguard wasted no time, slamming the door shut before taking his place behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

As the car roared to life, you couldn't shake the feeling of eyes boring into your back, the weight of the person's gaze following you even as you sped away from the scene. Each passing moment only heightened your sense of dread, the knowledge that you were being watched a constant, suffocating presence.

When you finally arrived home, you felt a sense of relief as you burst through the door, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of security. But your moment of respite was short-lived, shattered by the sight of Felix and Chan in the living room. You could hear the other boys nearby in the other room playing among us.

"How was the spa? Did you have fun?" Chan's eyes remained glued to the screen, not yet registering the distress etched on your face. 

Their expressions shifted from concern to alarm as they both looked up at you, their voices falling silent as they took in your tear-streaked face. The concern etched on their features deepened as they realized the distress in your eyes. Their voices blended together in a chorus of worry. 

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Chan's voice was laced with concern as he moved to comfort you, his arms outstretched.

But you couldn't find the words to explain, couldn't bring yourself to admit the full extent of the danger that loomed over you. Instead, you collapsed into Chan's embrace. And as you clung to Chan, you couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

Feeling the weight of your silence, Chan gently pulled back to look into your eyes, his expression filled with compassion and understanding.

"Talk to me," he urged softly.

With a trembling hand, you retrieved the crumpled note from your pocket, the words burning with accusation.

Wordlessly, you handed the note to Chan, watching as his expression shifted from concern to alarm as he read the words scrawled upon the paper. The color drained from his face, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"What is this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at you.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to explain, but the words caught in your throat. "I-I found it at the spa," you managed to choke out, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Chan's grip tightened around you, his brows furrowing in concern. "Did you see anyone? Anyone who could have left this?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.

You shook your head, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over you. "No, I didn't see anyone," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

Chan's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he processed your words. He glanced at the crumpled note in his hand, then back at you, a look of realization dawning on his face. "You've been on edge the past few days," he said slowly, waving the note. "Is this why?"

You hesitated, the lump in your throat growing larger. "Yes," you admitted softly. "This isn't the first note I've received."

Chan's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of anger and hurt crossing his features. "What?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why didn't you tell me? How long has this been going on?"

You felt guilty as you tried to steady your breathing. "It's been a few days," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've gotten two other letters. I thought it was just a prank at first, but then it kept happening. I didn't want to worry you."

Chan's face contorted, his hands shaking slightly as he held the note. "Why didn't you come to me? We could have dealt with this together."

You looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could handle it on my own, but it's gotten worse."

Chan's voice softened, but there was still a sharp edge of hurt in it. "Do you not trust me?" he asked, his eyes trying to search for yours. "Do you think I wouldn't care, or that I couldn't help you?"

Felix, sensing the rising tension, stood up and quietly excused himself. "I'm just going to... give you two some space," he said, slipping into another room and leaving you and Chan alone to talk.

Chan's anger was palpable, but beneath it was a deep well of concern and fear for your safety. "I could have helped you," he continued, his voice softer but still tinged with frustration. "I could have done something to protect you. Why did you think you had to handle this on your own?"

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice. "Of course I trust you, Chan," you said, your voice trembling. "I just didn't want to drag you into this mess. I was scared."

Chan sighed, his anger melting into a look of pained concern. He reached out and gently cupped your face, lifting your gaze to meet his. "You're never a burden to me," he said softly, his eyes searching yours. "I want to be there for you, to help you through this. But you have to let me in. "

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I just... I didn't know what to do."

"It's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle yet firm. "I want to help you."

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Chan pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours with unwavering determination. "You don't have to find out," he said firmly.

Chan took a deep breath, then asked, "Can you show me the other letters? We need to gather everything for the police." You nodded, standing up and heading to your room where you had hidden the other letters.

As you made your way down the hallway, the sound of laughter and animated chatter spilled out from the game room where the other boys were engrossed in a game of Among Us. Their voices, loud as ever, filled the air with energy. You caught snippets of their conversation as you passed by, one of them exclaiming, "I swear it's not me this time!"

Your heart pounded as you approached the drawer where you had kept them. Sliding it open, your eyes widened in shock.

 The letters were gone.

As you frantically searched for the missing letters, confusion and disbelief washed hit you. How could they have vanished into thin air? Had you imagined receiving them in the first place? Doubt crept into your mind, gnawing at your sanity as you questioned the validity of your own experiences.

Frustration mounted as you retraced your steps, scouring every corner of your home in a desperate attempt to find any trace of the letters. But no matter how hard you looked, they remained out of reach.

With each passing moment, your anxiety grew, your mind consumed by the uncertainty of what was real and what was merely a figment of your imagination. Had you truly received those messages, or was it all just a trick of your mind?

"Chan," you called out, your voice trembling with a new wave of fear.

"They're gone."

Chan hurried to your side, looking into the empty drawer with a mixture of confusion and alarm. "Are you sure this is where you put them?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

You nodded frantically. "Yes, I was sure I put them right here. They were here this morning."

Chan ran a hand through his hair, his expression tense. "This means someone has been in here. They knew exactly where to look."

The realization sent a chill down your spine. "But how? Who could have done this?"

Chan's jaw tightened. "We need to call the police right now. Whoever did this might still be nearby."

A thought struck you, and you turned to Chan with wide eyes. "What time did the boys get here? I was out at the spa for a while."

Chan's brow furrowed as he thought back. "I got here around an hour ago, but some of the boys were already here when I arrived. That's not uncommon, though. They're here all the time."

Your mind raced. "Who exactly was here when you arrived?"

"Changbin and Han" Chan replied. "They were already in the house."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Did they say anything about when they got here?"

Chan shook his head. "No, but I didn't think to ask. It seemed normal since we're always in and out of each other's places."

Your mind raced as you processed Chan's words. Changbin and Han being in the house raised a slew of unsettling possibilities. "Did they seem... off to you at all?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's brow furrowed in thought. "No, they were acting pretty normal," he replied.

A knot formed in your stomach as you considered the implications. "Do you think they could be involved somehow?" you asked, the fear evident in your voice.

Chan hesitated, his expression troubled. "I don't know," he admitted.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to piece together the puzzle. "We need to tell the police everything," you said, your voice resolute. "Every detail could be important."

Chan nodded in agreement. "Do you have any other evidence that we can give to the police?" he asked, his tone serious.

Your mind raced as you tried to think of anything else that could help. And then it hit you. "The gift basket," you said, your voice rising with urgency.

Chan's eyes widened in realization. "Of course," he said, his voice firm. "Let's find it."

Together, you hurried to the spot where the gift basket had been placed earlier. 

You and Chan began sifting through the mess, carefully examining each item for any clues or signs of tampering. It didn't take long before Chan's hand paused, his fingers brushing against something hard inside of the teddy bear.

With a deft motion, Chan revealed what lay hidden inside—a small, sleek device, its surface gleaming ominously in the dim light. Your breath caught in your throat as you recognized it for what it was—

an audio recording device.

"They've been listening to us," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing in anger. "We need to call the police," he said firmly. "This just went from bad to worse."

You nodded in silent agreement, your mind reeling with the implications of the discovery. The invasion of privacy, the violation—it was all too much to bear.

A few minutes later, the peaceful night night was shattered by the sudden appearance of red and blue lights flashing outside of your house.

"Hey, what's going on?" Changbin asked, appearing from the hallway. "Why is there a police car outside?"

You exchanged a glance with Chan. "There's been an issue," you explained carefully, choosing your words with caution. "It's gotten bad and we found a hidden recording device in the gift basket."

Changbin's eyes widened in shock, his concern deepening. "Are you serious? That's messed up," he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

As more of the boys began to gather in the living room, their expressions mirrored a mixture of confusion and concern at the sight of the police car outside.

As Detective Ji-Hoon Park arrived at the scene, you and Chan briefed him on the unsettling events that had unfolded—the mysterious notes, the intrusion into your house, and the discovery of the hidden recording device.

Detective Park listened attentively, his expression inscrutable as he absorbed the details of your story. After taking notes and asking a few clarifying questions, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he said, his voice measured. "I'll need to gather some evidence and speak with any witnesses to piece together what happened."

You and Chan exchanged a glance, a shared sense of relief. With Detective Park leading the investigation, you felt a bit of hope that the truth would soon come to light.

Detective Park conducted his interviews with each individual separately, a methodical approach aimed at uncovering the truth behind the unsettling events.

As Detective Park began questioning Hyunjin, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Hyunjin's usually confident demeanor faltered under the detective's scrutiny, his gaze shifting uncomfortably as he struggled to provide coherent answers. Detective Park's probing questions seemed to hit a nerve, prompting Hyunjin to stammer and hesitate, his responses growing increasingly evasive. Despite his attempts to maintain composure, a sense of unease emanated from him, casting doubt upon his every word. As the interrogation continued, the weight of suspicion seemed to loom heavier upon Hyunjin, leaving the others in the room on edge as they watched the unfolding exchange.

After, Detective Park pulled you aside, his expression serious as he spoke privately to you. "I need to be honest with you," he began, his voice low and confidential. "At this point in the investigation, everyone is a suspect."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Everyone?" you echoed, the weight of the suspicion heavy upon your shoulders.

Detective Park nodded, his gaze fixed on you. "Until we have concrete evidence pointing to a specific individual, we have to consider all possibilities," he explained. "I know it's unsettling, but it's important to remain vigilant."

You nodded, swallowing hard as you absorbed his words. The thought that someone close to you could be responsible for the threats and intrusions sent a chill down your spine.

"I want you to be cautious," Detective Park continued, his tone firm. "Avoid having people over unless absolutely necessary, and make sure everything is securely locked at all times. If anything else pops up—no matter how small or insignificant it may seem—call me personally."

You nodded again. "Thank you, Detective," you said

With a nod of acknowledgment, Detective Park gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before returning his attention to the ongoing investigation. 

In the end, you were left with more questions than answers, the disappearance of the letters shrouded in mystery and uncertainty. And as you grappled with the unsettling implications of their absence, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching you, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike again.

As you considered the list of potential suspects, each name weighed heavily on your mind. Your bodyguard, your assistant, Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin,  Jeongin and Chan—all of them had been in the house since the letters had arrived. Each one could potentially be the culprit behind the mysterious disappearance.

The thought of suspecting those closest to you filled you with a sense of unease and betrayal. These were people you trusted, people you considered friends and confidants. The idea that one of them could be behind such sinister actions was almost too much to bear.

But you couldn't afford to let your guard down. Whoever was responsible for the letters was playing a dangerous game, and you needed to stay vigilant if you were going to uncover the truth. Yet, at the same time, you couldn't bring yourself to voice your suspicions to your friends—not when the evidence was circumstantial at best.

With a heavy heart, you resolved to keep a closer eye on those around you, searching for any signs of deception or malice. Until then, you would remain vigilant, determined to uncover the identity of the mysterious stalker lurking in the shadows.

As Detective Park concluded his questioning and prepared to leave, a sense of unease lingered in the air. You watched in silence as he gathered his notes and bid farewell to the others.

Feeling drained and on edge, the boys exchanged uneasy glances, the events of the evening weighing heavily on their minds. It was clear that no one felt comfortable staying any longer.

With reluctant farewells and promises to stay in touch, the boys made their way home, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the chilling realization that the nightmare was far from over.

But as you began to say your goodbyes, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

Seungmin and Minho were never here.

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Mastermind part 3

Sorry I've been gone for a while but I'm back!! Don't know if I'll update and write as often as I did before but I'll try my best

Warnings: angst at the start but the fluffff and happy ending finally

Ingrid and Mapi had taken you to their apartment. They treated you sweetly and cuddled you to sleep.

Meanwhile Lucy was freaking out. She didn’t know why she had done any of what she did to you. Her actions were horrible and she hated herself for them. She couldn’t even make sure that you got to your hotel safely because she didn’t have your number. She couldn’t just call and apologize.

She was afraid of committing to a person. It was hard for her to love someone and show that so she did what she thought was the best thing to do. She just kicked you out.

She called Mapi soon to check with her if she knew where you were, luckily she got answer that you were safe at their house. Lucy was relieved that at lest you were safe. She still hated herself for what she did. She should have never done what she did and she made it her mission to apologize to you profusely. She was actually interested in you since the day she saw you and she didn't want you to be a one night stand. She wanted to take you on a date and treat like you deserved to be treated.

Ingrid and Mapi were furious. They were angry at their friend and fellow teammate for doing that to you. When Lucy tried to call then so she could talk to you, they refused.

"Please I just want to apologize to her, I never should have done it" Lucy pleaded to Ingrid.

"And yet you still did it. You threw her out in the middle of the night in the streets of Barca. You know that that is not safe and something really bad could have happened" Ingrid answered angrily. She didn't want for you to get hurt.

This went on for a while until you hopped back on a plane and to Norway back to your family and friends. You wanted to forget about Lucy and to never talk to her again but it was hard. You actually had a nice time with her during the engagement party and conversations with her felt easy. The fact that quickly after you got back to Norway Lucy followed you on Instagram. She wanted to talk to you in some way.

One day you got a DM.

Lucybronze:

Hi y/n, I just want to say that I apologize for everything I did. It was so wrong for me to just throw you out in the middle of the night and I want to do anything I can to make up for that. If you let me try again that would be amazing but I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I'm so sorry..

You saw the message almost immediately but took your time to answer to her because you didn't know how to answer. You didn't want to talk to her ever again but you truly wanted to believe that she could be better. You wanted to feel like she appreciated you as a person. Not just a body that she could fuck and dump out.

After three days you finally answered. Lucy had lost hope at that point. She just assumed that you would contact her back.

Yourinstagram:

Hi Luce. I've taken some time to think about all this and I'm definitely not accepting what you did but you are in y mind constantly. I'm not shutting you down but if we continue talking it's going to be with my terms. Things are gonna go slowly. Here's my number so you can contact me easier: 123 4567890

Lucy's heart jumped when she saw notification from you. She had fully lost her hopes but they were back up after reading your text. She even got your number. She was like a teenager jumping with joy. She couldn't handle her excitement. She knew she had to do this right to win you back. She wanted to make a full 180 from how she treated you before.

You and Lucy started talking through texts. Soon it became calls and then Facetimes. It took a while for you to trust her but conversations with her felt right. She never asked you anything you weren't comfortable with and never suggested anything towards wanting anything else than just to talk to you.

Lucy would send you good night messages and make sure you were okay during the day. You were happy with how things were going.

It took you half a year before you asked to see her in person. During that time Lucy never pushed. She would send you flowers all the way from Barca. You were basically a couple but without anyone knowing.

After you finally asked to see her, Lucy hopped on the first flight she found and was on her way to see you. She was nervous. She wanted to do it right this time, wanted to make you feel loved and cared for.

When she arrived at your apartment she had flowers in her hands. She knew that this was her only chance to do this right.

"Hi Luce" You said with a shy smile. It was weird seeing her in person. The last time had been a nightmare.

"Hi beautiful" She gave you a shy smile back.

You welcomed her to inside and sat her down. It was a bit awkward at first but soon you fell into a nice conversation. You wanted to avoid the conversation hat you knew needed to happen. You had talked about it before but it was different face to face.

"Y/n I know that you have forgiven me but I haven't forgiven myself. I will do anything and everything to make it up to you I promise" Lucy started.

You sat next to her and hugged her. You needed to be close to her.

"Just never do it again" You whispered in her neck while burying your head there.

"If it's okay I want to do something I never got to do that day back in Barca" Lucy started

"Mhmm?" You asked.

"I never gave you any aftercare and I know it's way too late but I just want to show you how much I care" She said to you.

You could have started crying at her words. You truly felt like Lucy cared and you loved it. That night she made you feel like a princess. Cuddling you to sleep and making you food. Watching movies with you and just appreciating you.

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So this is kinda short but what ever

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New Girl in Town Part 3

Rafe Cameron x F! Reader

a/n: Hello, everybody, so this is my first time making an authors' note. I want to place one on this one since I’m new to posting, and also, this chapter took me two days to write, considering I did try to go in and add more depth to my characters. I want my reader (aka you) to have a broader sense of the world. As you can tell, she knows a lot about stuff most people don’t learn, has been to places many of us haven’t had the opportunity to visit and has experienced things I can only hope as a writer is not something you have experienced. But for the margin of you who have experienced any of these warnings below, If you need any resources, please reach out. I will work on putting resources on my account later on or anyone to talk to; my messages are always open to you all as readers of my work. Feel free to ask me questions, give me criticism, or suggest things to the story. I want to continue this for as long as you enjoy it. Thank you for supporting my work, and I hope you enjoy the new chapter

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Summary: Rafe accepts the request from your father to fill your place at the clothes drive. When he gets there, he bumps into an unlikely but friendly face, your brother Jason. During the setup for the event, Rafe gets the chance to talk to your brother and find out more about you. What if he finds out your story goes deeper than he thought? Also, what will he do when he discovers more information about your friend who mysteriously pops into town

Warning: Grief of losing family and loved ones, fears of self-harm, peer pressure, allowing someone to binge drink, mentions of potential assault, swearing, self-doubt

As Rafe pulls up to the front of the country club, he parks and throws his bike helmet off immediately. He hurriedly starts walking, hand ghosting over his pockets, double checking for his wallet, keys, and phone and that they’re all still with him. As Rafe walks to the front, his palms are getting sweaty. Rafe never gets nervous. Usually, he’s the one controlling the situation, but with you, your family, it is so different it’s like you will slip out of his fingers the moment you make contact, like handfuls of sand slipping through every time you pick it up.

Rafe stops looking into the country club one last time, taking a deep breath. Rafe has never felt as though he deserves good things. Ward has always rewarded Sarah; the town continuously believes he’s either causing trouble or breaking someone’s daughter's heart; he’s aggressive, psychotic, and a loose cannon when it comes to you, you’re like a ghost to him; no matter where he goes, the image of you haunts him. He wants one thing to go well, one thing to go his way this time, and that’s the things with you.

Straighten up, he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair as he begins the walk back into the country club; his phone pings with a message. He quickly pulls out his phone while still making his way inside

Unknown number: Thank you so much again, Rafe! I don’t know what I’d do without you, and I owe you one! 🫡💕

Rafe: you can always count on me, angel, always. Also, I’ll never turn down a good favor 😉

He watches as three bubbles appear like you’re about to answer when he runs smack into someone, sending him flying back and stumbling a bit; this has Rafe looking up, starting to say, “Watch where—“ and he cuts himself off because standing in front of him smiling from ear to ear is Jason holding a box of clothes while some still laid on the ground from the collision.

“Rafe, right? he says, smiling with a chuckle. “Seems like I can’t escape you, man if I’m hearing about you or seeing you, I'm nearly trying to knock you on your ass,” he leans down, picking up a shirt from the ground. “Are you here to help with the clothes drive?” Your brother turns to look at him, eyes big and bright like yours are but also kind in a way that makes Rafe want to spill his guts to the guy and tell him his life story; your brother has a soft smirk on his face, not one that is intimidating or meant to be mischievous but one that shows humility like he knows it’s not how Rafe would prefer to spend a random Thursday in June.

They were finally coming to full height, looking at each other. Jason looked to Rafe like an old friend waiting for him to tell them all the things they’d missed in the years past. Smile lines prominently shown on his cheeks, and his eyes creased on the corner just like your whole family has; it made Rafe wonder how often you all smiled to have such prominent and similar facial marks that show happiness and this aura that looks like the dude is being basked in the sun in the middle of a June evening in Kilandre.

Rafe, who at this point has bent down to pick up the last shirt to return to the box, having tucked his phone in his pocket, long forgotten is your response left unread and unanswered.

Rafe decides it’s now or never; he has to play some moves right for a bit, with no snarky attitude or outbursts; he must get this right with your family and you. Show them just how much of a lovely gentleman he can be.

Smiling back and placing the shirt in the box, he looks up to meet your brother's eye, channeling the irritation and pent-up anger from earlier into charm and charisma; both aren’t so far from each other; all depends on lines and delivery.

“ I am here to help. I was not expecting it, but I’m happy to be here. Also, don’t worry about bumping into me. I should have watched where I was going.” Smiling and shaking his head, he motioned with his head inside. “Well, get in there, man. Moms about to give out-groups.” walking down the steps and to your blue Jeep of all things, he turns back to Rafe, calling out, “Also, you’ll have to try and nab us a spot with some of the girls, few in there are our age and they are pretty girls,” you brother says with an awarding smile on his face and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, spinning on heels jogging over to the back of your Jeep.

Rafe shakes his head, looking down, knowing there isn’t a single girl in the whole country club, hell, on the entire island, perhaps even this planet that compares to you. All the more, he’ll help your brother out. What better way to get close than becoming your brother's best friend? A smirk evolves on his face now that right there is a plan and a good one.

Rafe walks through the entrance down the hall to the ballroom area where they usually hold parties and events; there are tons of different Kooks from Figure 8 here to help; he sees a few of the women Rose gossips with after pilates on Wednesdays, a few of the single kook dads who you can tell their sole purpose of helping was your mother who they are ogling, as well as a few of the islands Kook kids Sarah and Topper stand near Ally and Kayla two girls they all went to school with and a boy who he can’t see with his back to Rafe.

Scanning the room more, Kiara is sitting crisscross on the ground, folding baby clothes and watching as your mom describes the night Kiara’s parents are seated at a table behind your mom, quietly talking and writing on papers. Suddenly, Rafes broke from his search of the crowd as your mom's voice rang in his ears, making a beeline for him. “Rafe, you came?” she said this with so much joy, not like she expected him to fail or disappoint her; then, before he knew it, she was wrapping her arms around Rafe's large frame, his arms limp at his sides, patting her back where he could reach but smiling and laying his head on your moms saying “Of course, I’m here Andy, where do you need me I’m ready to help however I can.”

Your mom pulls back, showing her glittering smile, stilling, holding Rafe by the shoulders and gently reaching up to pat his cheek. “You are a good boy, Rafe.” she moves her hand, turning him to look at the crowd. “your sister, I believe she is here. You can stand with her. I’ll put you in a good group, don’t you worry,” she gives Rafe a wink and chuckles, walking off back to the table where Kiara’s parents sit and kneeling in front of the table, looking at the papers they were writing on.

Once again, he eyes the crowd, scoffing when he watches a few of the single dads congregating and staring at your mom's behind, kneeling until one the guy he believes to be Mr. Chusing, who owns a law firm here in Kilandre. he watches as Mr.Chusing kneels right next to your mom and put his hand on her lower back. Your mom stands immediately and politely puts her ring finger on her chest, prominently showing the man her ring. Rafe smiles, shaking his head, knowing your family is a good set of people.

Rafe looks around again at the group standing with his sister; Sarah and Topper are focused on a guy who looks his age; he notices the guy talking animatedly, which makes everyone laugh. Sarah was laughing so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes. He walks toward the group when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to find your brother; he looks at him, and he shakes his head as if saying “No” and then shakes his head to the other side, where Kiara sits folding, and he follows him.

“Trust me, you do not even want to go over there, no matter how much fun they look like they are having; that kid is a rat,” Rafe frowns, looking over at the group again as he sits next to Jason, not too far from Kiara folding sock’s together.

He looks at the group, inspecting the boy; he is pretty tall around Rafe's height but not much muscle in his upper body, a thinner build, his hair is a sandy blonde color and curly, kind of like he just got a perm, he turns and sees the guys face he’s pretty tan with a set of perfect white teeth just like your family and even from here Rafe sits he sees the green of his eyes were like sea algae growing on his iris.

Rafe looks at your brother, who is already scowling in the boy's direction. “What did he do?” Jason harshly folds a pair of jeans, looking down on them, not meeting Rafe's eyes once. “He has no respect, loyalty, grace, love, compassion, empathy. I don’t know humanity,” shrugging his shoulders and slamming the pants in the box sitting next to him

Kiara looks up from the baby clothes she sits with, eyebrows arching at Jason. “You good?” she asks like she’s confused. Jason shakes his head, looking down at his hand, shaking and flexing his fingers a few times. Rafe and Kiara look at each other, and she stands to move closer and kneel by your brother. They look back down on the newly bright boy, who seems to be slowly withering in front of them.

“What’s up, bro?” Rafe reaches his hand over to your brother's shoulder with uncertainty; when he makes contact, Jason’s head drops down, hands coming to his face. “You know I was supposed to be with him- them. When they went out there, I was supposed to go with Luca and Cameron on that fishing trip, and I wasn’t because of a damn Stats test. I couldn’t break my honor roll; I couldn’t stop..” Jason’s words are muffled and broken off at the end because he’s looking down with his hands over his eyes, the energy to finally let go of what he’s been holding in dwindling before it’s even sparked.

Rafe knows immediately where this is going for them. He saw it on your face when he asked, and he’s seeing it all over again: a family that seems so picture perfect having a moment where it looks like the world shatters, but for just a moment, you’ll never let them see it too long, but why? Maybe it’s the same reason Rafe is known as the aggressor because of the sentiment he thinks of repeatedly when he’s alone; if people knew the truth, would they still like you? or would they hate it just as much as you do?

What broke Rafes thought was your brother looking up, eyes tinged pink with the welled tears created from the silence, and him looking at the boy across the room leaning into Sarah’s ear to whisper something that made Topper look like he was about to pop his lid. “I may hate myself every day for not being there with them. But I thank god every day for keeping me here and sending me home when Luca was pronounced dead every day to catch that sick son of a bitch over there” Rafe and Kiara both turn to look at Jason with a questioning look he can already feel anger bubbling within him knowing something happened.

“When my sister found out Luca was gone, she was a mess for weeks. Honestly, it would have been months if it weren’t for Luca’s best man, best mate since birth, Ethan; he spent every day with (F/N) and took her to the beach to be near Luca, the aquarium where they had their first date, it was great for months he was the only one who could get her to sleep and eat, but it all went downhill on the six month anniversary and a certain area that struck me as strange one not but basically there is this hiking trail in the neighborhood we lived in back in Malibu that goes up to the cliffs it’s gorgeous and super secluded it was only a place Luca knew and took (F/N)” Jason paused looking down grabbing more clothes to fold

“Cameron told me that that was Luca and (F/N)’s spot..” He trails off, not waiting to discuss this part, but it’s intentional for the story. On the other hand, Kiara gets it immediately, knowing this must be hard for him to talk about on a typical day, but more so for two boys; he called his family and is now gone. Rafe completely misses the hint and frowns at Kiara, giving her eyes like, ‘wtf.’ She looks at him and says, “Sorry for this, Jason, Rafe; it was the first place she was intimate with someone. Get it now.” Rafe's eyes go wide, and he feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, but the story can’t wait for him to recover

Jason looks up with the tiniest chuckle. “Don’t worry, dude, it took Cam a while to tell me, too. I played dumb. I didn’t want to know what it was my baby sister was up to in that way anyway; on the six-month anniversary of Luca and Cam's death (F/N), she was distraught; she still had hope he was coming home, but by nearly half a year without him, the light for her simmered out. Everyone was over at our house here and there all day, and nothing. None of her friends, our extended family, or even Luca’s mother could get her out to accept a plate. Eventually, we let her be; we didn’t want to overwhelm the hurt she felt already because none of us knew exactly what she felt.” he looked down, shaking his head. Rafe brings his hand back to his shoulder, squeezing it. At the same time, Kiara says, “ Jason, you don’t have to tell us if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable.” this makes the older boy in front of them shake his head more. “ no, I’ve kept this on my chest too long, and every time I bring it up, everybody else shuts it down cause he’s family in their eyes if he said nothing happened they believe him. I need somebody else to listen and hear me out.”

Kiara looks around to see if anyone has moved since the start of this conversation, and Rafe settles back, one eye on Jason, the other on this new kid he doesn’t like in his peripheral. Kiara turns to Jason, letting him know no one’s listening and he’s good, indicating they haven’t moved a muscle or a manicured nail yet. Jason clears his throat and says, “That night, by ten thirty, I had enough. I hadn’t seen my sister in over 24 hours at that point, and I was scared. They were special to me; I mean, Cameron was my best friend since I was born. I didn’t care if she wanted to scream at me or have me hold her and cry with her. I just wanted to see my sister was okay, so I snuck to her room and knocked slightly, opening the door to check on her, and when I opened the door, she was gone.” he looked down at his hand, ringing them together back and forth like a wet rag eventually he looks up like he saw a ghost in front of him “I’ve never been more scared in my life than running to her bed and feeling that her sheets were cold she hadn't been there for at least an hour.”

Kiara put her hands on his to stop him from rubbing his skin raw. “ immediately, I went to find my friends to see if there was anything; when I checked her location, she was at her spot, but what I couldn’t understand was why she would go someplace so desolate, so lonely by herself first I was screaming waking up my parents I thought she was doing something horrible until I thought a little deeper and the only person we didn’t see all day long who didn’t come to help the family as well as Ethan.”

At this point in the story, Rafe is already seething with anger thinking about you being taken somewhere so dangerous at such a late hour; Rafe turns to laughter looking at the boy, staring at the boy across the room with a vicious look, and Jason, scowling at the boy, for whom he feels so much anger as well. Kiara, in some act of comfort, holds Jason’s hand, rubbing her hand over his knuckles, trying to calm him down. Jason clears his throat once more. “When I got there, she was so drunk she couldn’t even tell me her name; she doesn’t remember that night. He swears up and down nothing happened, but it seems like ever since that day, he will not leave her alone. It’s like he believes what belonged to Luca now belongs to him, and I can’t take it; every time I see him, I want to kill him.”

Rafe turns for a moment to look at your brother's face for the first time since he met your family; he sees the slightest glimmer of darkness behind his eye, the same kind Rafe has; the same one so many people in this town warn others about with Rafe, and then just like the sun on a rainy day it’s there and gone before you believe you saw it. His eyes only showed the cloud of grief and hurt.

Rafe pats his back again and says, “You’re in the Outerbanks now, bro, and your sister is safe; the people out here, our people, we’ll have her back.” Kiara gives Rafe a look like you can’t be serious about telling this boy he can trust any kook; the only trustworthy people on this island were the pogues and, more specifically, her group of friends.

Like always, though, with rich boys, they band together, not even acknowledging the look on Kiara's face. Jason looks up and says, “Thank you, Rafe. I appreciate you hearing me out, and my sister was right about you, that’s for sure.” Rafe's eyes blow out, and his neck turns red as he shakes his head and says, “Your sister is something else.”

To further this thread of thoughts in Rafe's mind, he feels his phone ping twice and pulls it from his back pocket

(F/N)🌊💕: Angel huh? I like that one, and yes, Rafe, I now owe you A favor that means only one. Don’t think I’m out here doing favors for anyone!

sent at 6:15 pm

(F/N)🌊💕: We should hang out sometime, maybe catch some waves tomorrow??

sent at 7:00 pm

(F/N)🌊💕: I’m heading to bed; let me know :) Thank you again, and see you around Reef 🪸🐠

sent at 7:30

Scanning these messages, Rafe starts to type a response before he’s even finished reading but immediately deletes it, thinking it better to let you sleep since something made you sick. Turning to your brother and pondering just what did make you head out? He asks, “Hey, what ma—“ but before he could finish, your mom was calling groups

“Okay, everyone, we will split into groups to make distributions easy. Take a little of each kind of clothing, men to babies, with you. The spot I give you is where you will be sitting at a distribution table, which my wonderful daughter (F/N) and her friend Ethan helped set up.” Ethan smiled and waved around at the people who were looking for you “ (F/N) who is unfortunately very sick and has to raincheck on being here was the mind of this event, and she was overwhelmed and overjoyed of the community outreach here; it shouldn’t take us more than 45 minutes to get rid of these items and help some families in need.” Everyone starts to clap. Jason stands and lends a hand out to Kiara and helps her stand as Rafe stands and moves to make sure he has a good line of sight on the pretty boy with no manners.

Everything is muffled as he stands examining the boy who’s most likely 20 feet across the ballroom from him, trying to catch a slip of any kind and the fun demeanor he’s been portraying all evening. Still, he seems respectful and well-mannered. Rafe watches, knowing under the stone image of a nice guy is a monster clawing its way back out.

Rafe hearing his name is what diverts his attention. “Rafe, would you mind leading the last group?” he looks to your mother, smiling; he shakes his head, dying inside but smiling, saying, “Would be happy to Andy.” This being out, Rafe sees for the first time in the evening; the boys' eyes snap, and it is immediately like the pin pulled from a grenade getting ready to blow.

Rafe sees Ethan’s eye lock with his; you would think Rafe has lit his house on fire and spit in his face with the disgusting face he throws his way. Rafe stares back, the usual dark look in his eye, a smirk on his face, knowing now this kid knows the monster has met its match. Looking at Ethan but saying to your mother, “Where would you like us?”

Rafe is walking outside to your jeep with your brother in hot pursuit, with no emotions, as he carries boxes to be loaded in the back. His group comprises Jason, Kiara, Sarah, Topper, the girls, and the goon. They all agreed to take separate cars, Kayla and Ally with Kiara in her vehicle; Topper and Sarah were so kind as to offer to take Ethan, leaving Jason to drive Rafe in your jeep. As they loaded the back with their few boxes, Jason turned to Rafe with an almost incredulous look. “I know what I told you is a lot to believe—“ Rafe stops him by simply saying, “I see it; in his eyes, he’s done something, and he doesn’t like me 'cause she does.” They had an entire moment of understanding between the young men he had done something that night, and now they both knew, and they will know what happened eventually.

This has both boys rounding the car and hopping in. Jason turns on the car, but before turning off the country club driveway with his hand on the wheel, he turns to Rafe again. “Just don’t let him provoke you, bro; he can be complicated. I told you the kid likes to be a bit of—“ Rafe looks at him with literally no emotion on his face saying, “a bitch.”

Jason laughs, throwing his head back against the headrest for the first time since he greeted him; he sees brightness return to Jason’s face; he lays his head there a moment, laughter dying back slowly. He shakes his head, bringing it forward. “Ethan is a crude bastard, and he’s not afraid to say what he thinks even if it's stupid, but he also likes to pick a good fight.” This has Jason looking at Rafe dead in the eyes, more serious than he’s seen or heard anyone in your family this far.

He says, “Don’t let him provoke you.” Rafe frowns, but Jason looks at him like a kid whose parents picked him up during a fight at school, and they’re waiting for him to say what he knows and won’t. Rafe starts to get a little pissed. “What makes you think he’ll—“Jason eyes him again, turning to drive as Rafe sits back silently for a moment. “I won’t. I’m here for her, and she wouldn’t, so I won’t,” Jason chuckles. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger already, huh? Yeah, she has that effect.”

Jason smiles, looking forward to driving them to the Heywards Shop to set up a pickup for clothes. Rafe stares out the window, watching the yellow streetlights mix with the blue-green hue of the evening sky and looking out at the hint of the stars he can see shining in the night sky. He thinks of you and how fast his heart beats when you smile and how warm he feels when you are next to him. You make him feel and think so differently in a way that makes him want to explore and experience things as you do; he wants to see things from a positive and enthusiastic perspective.

Against his better judgment, he pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls up the contact he’s already saved for you and the messages you’ve already shared.

Rafe: I'd take any favors you’d give, and also, I’d love for you to tell me where, and I’ll be there; sweet dreams, angel. ❤️

All rights belong to the owners of Netflix and the Outer Banks. I do not own any characters except OC characters. The fiction is simply for fun. All copyrights belong to the original owners.

[itzjustmonikas]

Some short cute scenarios of the octavinelle trio relating to magicam! (Jade,Floyd, Azul x reader with no specified gender)

-Jade runs one of those foraging accounts you see on YouTube where he shows people different types of plants/fungus. He gets especially excited talking about his collection and how he tends to his plant babies. Most viewers first started watching him for his voice, hands, and appearance but stayed for the information. One day he asked you for some help with transporting a pot/harvesting a rare plant and got you on video. You didn't think much of it at first and just went on with your day, but when he uploaded the video his fans were all commenting, asking who you were because they liked your voice and found it rare to see someone other than Floyd in the videos. He responded in the next video by saying “That’s a secret~” and people start speculating and talking about who you might be. You end up making more appearances but your face is never shown as Jade wants to keep his beloved all to himself~ and well, he is amused at his fans reactions and want to keep them guessing ;)

-Floyd is canonly very caught up on the latest trends and fashion. He has a big wardrobe and buys alot of different clothing items and accessories. It definitely costs a lot of money so Azul suggested for him to be one of those influencers that post their fits in order to get brand deals to support that lifestyle. Floyd agreed and is actually interested in doing it consistently, he eventually gets pretty popular on magicam because of that and gets invited to a high end luxury brands fashion show. He initially didn't want to go but found out that you liked the brand so he took the offer and brought you with him. You guys got dressed in matching outfits and went to the show together and go viral for your matching outfits and how compatible you both look. Floyd especially for his eyes, tallness, and unique appearance but you also looked very gorgeous alongside him, had great chemistry. Brands end up sending Floyd loads of clothes for upcoming couple lines and you guys ended up with lots of pictures and some fond memories together~

-As you spend more time in NRC you and Azul have gotten closer, chatting often during passing period and collaborating on projects. He was initially cautious of you and did not think you would become such a special and important person to him. He loves your kind words and feels as if you really understand him, he is still scared and a bit hesitant on telling you about his past. Will you decide to turn away from him like the others or will you accept him for who he is? He hopes for the latter...regardless, he wanted to show his gratitude for you by taking you out on a date to watch that one movie you've been excited about recently. You guys plan it out and go to to the theaters together, snacking on popcorn while giggling together at the funny scenes. As you guys walk out, hand in hand, a few people see you guys and end up snapping a pic of you two together because you guys just look so good! None of you realized because you were both enjoying the moment and excited to talk about your thoughts on the ending. Once you guys got back to the dorms you were bombarded with messages from Cater talking about how you and Azul went viral online. You were shocked and went to notify Azul who also just heard the news, both of you ended up reading through the trending tags and comments. You both blushed at the compliments you guys got, such as:

"they look so compatible", "the way he looks at [insert pronouns]>>>", "I love their outfits", "omgg the chemistry between these two", etc

People were wondering if you guys were upcoming models or something and were comparing you guys to known couples from dramas/television. It was an unexpected event but brought you guys closer in the end~

I am a first time writer so please bear with me if I made any mistakes, I am open to constructive criticism and hope you guys enjoy!

Let me know if any of you guys want a part 2🫧

[aziraphales-library]

Hello hello,

Firstly thank you for the work you do to find the many fics. My request, i'm looking for a fic streamer/youtuber Au (if you found). Thanks again

Hi hi. Here are some youtuber fics...

of recipes and comfort by Werekoyote (G)

Crowley suggest Aziraphale make a YouTube channel because he's bored and he wanted to do something with aziraphale.

(please) like (me) and subscribe! by miss_minnelli (T)

Channel: Zira Bakes!

Subscribers: 978k

Description: Hi! I’m Zira, a graduate of the Paris Bakery and Pastry School, and on this channel I show you how to make many different kinds of desserts, from rice-crispy treats to creme brulee. Stick around and you might learn a little something sweet! - Channel: ItsJustCrowley

Subscribers: 456k

Description: It’s literally just Crowley. Don’t you dare ask my first name or you’ll be banished to Hell. Maybe I don’t even have one. Anyway here lies my “comedy” and gaming. Stay if you want. Whatever. - Crowley and Zira are London based Youtubers who meet in June of 2019. They become friends...and maybe something more, or at least Crowley hopes so. Follow their journey through Youtube videos, comments, text messages, and AO3 stories.

How I Care for My Husband by MostWeakHamlets (G)

A.Z Fell Cooking uploads an unusual video. Instead of a new recipe, Mr. Fell shows everyone how he cares for his husband, Anthony, on his worst days.

Spring is around the corner, and Aziraphale is ready to see Crowley start to recover from his usual winter complaint. However, a new member of the family comes along, and it doesn't seem to be as smooth of a recovery as Aziraphale had hoped for.

Dark Water I: Dark Story by UnproblematicMe (M)

Anthony J. Crowley lives the careless life of a rich man’s son. A jack of all trades, he has tried his hand in many jobs, but nothing could hold his interest for a long time. So it’s not unusual for him to take a new job because of a cute blonde guy who needs his help.

Aziraphale Fell runs a Youtube Channel with his friends Anathema and Newt. When they need a new camera man, he accepts the offer of a handsome skeptic he meets at a party. Specialised in ghost hunting, Aziraphale has seen his fair share of strangeness. But things are about to get much stranger.

Angelic Whispers by AppleSeeds (T)

Crowley runs a very popular ASMR YouTube channel, but is considering applying for a job at a real life ASMR spa. He books an appointment as a client to try out the experience for himself, but becomes completely flustered when he meets the ridiculously gorgeous ASMR therapist, Aziraphale, who will be spending the next hour giving him unrelenting personal attention.

Recently by Caedmon (E)

Dr. Anthony J. Crowley is a theatre lecturer at Tadfield University who very much enjoys watching book restoration videos on YouTube by a handsome man named Mr. Fell. In a moment of drunken weakness, he sends an email to Mr. Fell, offering to show him the rare book room at the university. Then, weeks later, when he's heard nothing back, in another moment of weakness, while being pestered about his love life, he invents a boyfriend - and describes Mr. Fell. It's a stupid lie, but a low-risk one. Mr. Fell clearly doesn't want to talk to him, right?

Nothing can prepare him for the email he gets that afternoon... or what happens as a result of that email...

- Mod D

[seungcheorry]

seungcheorry's commissions - terms, conditions, prices and deadlines.

hello 🍒

my name is cherry (it's not, but that's how i wanna be addressed, please). i'm 25 years old, my pronouns are she/her and i'm from latin america. i started my blog around a year ago and it has been a really good ride. 

usually i don't do requests - i've been writing for fandoms for about 13 years now and i know how hard it can get to have lots of requests in your inbox, how pressured you can feel. so i decided that seungcheorry would be different, and i only take suggestions here.

however, i know some of you may have requests and things you'd like to see me writing. i took that and combined with a certain goal i wanna reach and i thought, "why don't i try doing commissions?". so that's why i'm here. 

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seungcheorry's commissions

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i know it's a commission, but please keep it in mind that i can still refuse to write something;

send me what you want first, and the payment later; 

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angst, suggestive, comedy;

fantasy aus;

major character death;

member x reader, member x member;

reader's pov, member's pov;

content inspired by musics, tv shows, films and books;

drabbles/fanfic from 300 to 3k words.

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smut;

angst: cutting, use of substances (moderate alcohol, ciggarettes and weed is fine), suicide, characters being aggressive towards each other;

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500 to 800 words: $7 - short drabbles, with a little more details and/or dialogues, in the style i always write; i'll deliver it in 3 to 4 business days after the payment.

800 to 1.2k words: $10 - short fanfics, with more storytelling, in the style i always write; i'll deliver it in 5 to 6 business days after the payment.

1.2k to 2k words: $15 - fanfics, with more storytelling, more details, in the styles i always write; i'll deliver it in 7 to 9 business days after the payment.

2k to 2.5k words: $18 - fanfics, with more storytelling, more details, in the styles i always write; i'll deliver it in 10 to 12 business days after the payment.

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