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junkissed · 9 months ago

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on the nose

member — minghao x f reader genre — smut, fluffy ending word count — 6.2k synopsis — you're too shy to be on the nose about what you want. luckily, minghao's got you figured out... he even likes the fluffy tail, too. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, established relationship, nicknames (bunny, baby, love, honey, good girl, etc), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, pet play, lingerie (bunny costume), teasing, begging, anal plug, oral (f receiving), not quite ass eating but close to it, breeding kink, creampie, filming during sex, praise, little bit of manhandling, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, biting, marking, squirting, generally rough and messy sex, and then it does a total 180 and it becomes really soft and gentle i'm sorry i can't help it this happens every time it's just who i am, pls lmk if i missed any there's a lot nksdjfsfh notes — requested by anon for my 🐈 1k event — thanks so much to @onlymingyus and @highvern for helping me brainstorm <3 this was a challenge to write tbh but i'm glad i decided to finish it. if you enjoyed and want to see more like this please lmk how you liked it with an ask or a reblog! i always want to try new different things and feedback on this would be super appreciated :)) hope you enjoy this my slutty little bunnies mwah xoxo

you've been waiting for this day for weeks.

“hi baby,” minghao says warmly as you walk inside the house and slip your shoes off, setting your bag on the chair by the door. he wraps his arm around you to pull you in for a kiss before he turns his attention back to the boiling soup on the stove. “there was a package for you when i got home.” he nods his head towards the living room. “it’s on the table.”

“ooh, it’s my new hat!” you squeal and race across the room. “it's finally here!” you tear into the plastic like a wild animal, taking it out of the package and holding it up to show him.

it’s a knitted white beanie with white floppy ears hanging down from the sides of the hat. you pull it on over your hair, repositioning it so that the long fabric dangles at your shoulders. “what do you think?”

“you look so cute, baby. i love it.” he grins and moves closer to kiss you again. “though you know i’ll love anything you wear.”

you scrunch your nose at his reaction, but minghao must mistake the disappointment on your face for joy, because he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose before letting go of you and moving back towards the stove. “dinner will be ready in a bit, love. i’ll let you know when it’s on the table.”

you take off the beanie with a soft sigh and fold it up as you walk to your bedroom, not wanting to get it dirty before you’ve even had a chance to wear it anywhere. it's unreasonable to think he'd get it immediately, you know that, but you can't help but wish he'd have been just a little bit more excited at the sight of your bunny ears.

the soup is already done and minghao is waiting patiently once you come back out of your room changed into your pajamas, and by the time he’s got you pinned beneath him in bed later that night drawing pretty little moans from your lips, your bunny fantasies are the furthest thing from your mind. laying on your side as you listen to his gentle snores, you sigh and close your eyes, leaving it be. for now.

you wait a couple days before you try again.

“have you thought about what you’re gonna be for halloween?”

minghao looks up from his laptop sitting next to you in bed. “not really,” he chuckles. “it’s only april. why, did you have something in mind?”

you purse your lips, trying to seem casual. “i was thinking of being a playboy bunny. don’t you think that’d be cute?”

“mm… cute isn’t the first word that comes to mind,” he says, the corner of his lip quirking up into a smile. something flashes across his eyes and you hold your breath, hoping for the reaction you want this time. “we can look for costumes closer to october, yeah?”

you start to frown at his answer but quickly catch yourself, hiding your dismay with a smile. “good idea. hey, i’m gonna take a quick shower before bed, m’kay?”

he nods, and you lean over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek before standing up.

but this time he doesn’t miss the way your expression falls, his brows furrowed as you walk out of the room and close the bathroom door with a quiet click. he knows there’s something you want, something you’re not happy with, but sometimes it’s so hard to get you to tell him what’s on your mind.

he closes his laptop and sets it aside on the bedside table, crossing his arms over his chest in thought as he hears the shower water start to run. if all you’re willing to do for now is drop hints, then he’s just gonna have to start paying better attention until you feel like opening up. he’s not exactly a mind reader, but he’s figured you out before and he’ll do it again.

the next time it comes up, you don't even mean for it to happen.

you're walking through the mall, hand in hand as you stroll past boutiques and shops. something in one of the windows catches your eyes, and you tug on minghao's hand to go inside. he follows your gaze to the display of frilly white dresses, the wire rack wrapped with pastel garlands for their spring sale.

a sales lady with a cheap rabbit ear headband walks over and greets you with a smile, quickly launching into a memorized script about new items and clearance sales. you subconsciously squeeze minghao's hand and he pauses to watch the way you look at the woman as she talks, trying to see what you're looking at.

and then he notices something, and things start to click into place. you say something to the woman that he doesn't hear before she nods and walks away, and he sees your gaze lingering on the little cottontail tied to the belt loop of her jeans, bouncing with each step.

“you like these?” he asks curiously, running his hand over one of the dresses you'd been eyeing earlier.

“hm?” you ask absently and whip your head back around, your attention clearly drawn elsewhere. “oh, yeah. they're cute.”

well, he may not be a mind reader, but he has a hunch that the reason you wanted to come in this store wasn't to look at the clothes.

he has the chance to put his theory to the test later that night when you're straddling his lap, hands gripping your ass as he pulls you up and down along his cock.

he decides to try it, under the guise of dirty talk in the heat of the moment, and he's so casual about it you'd never suspect a thing. it already doesn't take much to get you fucked out in his arms, so when he slips it in between curses and moans you'd never be able to guess that he's been thinking about this all afternoon.

he groans as you grind down against him, waiting for the perfect opportunity. “bouncing on me so good, like a little bunny,” he says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that makes you fall forward onto his chest.

like a magic word you instantly clench around him, whimpering loudly as your hips stutter and fall out of rhythm with him. he sees your eyes squeeze shut as you struggle to keep going, blatantly ignoring his words and pretending they don't affect you like he knows they do.

he lets himself grin at your reaction and thrusts up into you again, making you whine again as the tip of his cock presses into the spot that has you falling apart for him.

“hao! fuck, fuck, i'm—” you barely have time to moan out a warning before you're cumming, your body trembling against him from the strength of it as you gasp for air.

when you finally come back down he does everything he usually does, nothing out of the ordinary. he kisses your forehead and cleans you up and tucks you into bed beside him. he files this new little piece of information away for later and doesn't bring it up again.

for a while you start to think it was probably just an accident, a slip of the tongue when he wasn't thinking. he says a lot of things when he's inside you; he doesn't always have to mean them. but you should know better by now not to underestimate your boyfriend when he's got an idea in his head.

days go by and both of you pretend like it never happened; you because you're embarrassed at how much it affects you, and minghao because he has bigger plans up his sleeve.

everything seems perfectly normal until one evening when you come home from work and he's waiting for you at the door, wrapping you in a hug as soon as you step inside.

"hey, baby,” he smiles, his hands resting on your waist. “got a present for you."

your cheeks warm. "but it's not my birthday or anything?" it's not uncommon for him to spoil you with gifts, but he never makes a show of it. he just hands you things like you've owned them all your life, little surprises popping up without explanation like the necklace with your birthstone on it or the box of chocolates he'd known you were craving.

"it doesn't need to be. just something special i want you to have." he runs his hand over your forehead, tucking a strand of hair gently behind your ear. "it's in the bedroom, if you wanna go take a look.”

you give him a suspicious look and pull away, slipping your shoes off and leaving him by himself. he doesn't follow you down the hall, just standing in place and folding his arms with a satisfied grin once he hears squeals coming from the bedroom.

the house goes silent for a moment, and then he sees you poke your head out into the hall. “minghao?”

“yes, baby?” he grins teasingly as he leaves the living room, meeting you in the bedroom where he finds you standing next to the bed. you raise an eyebrow at him and point at the pretty white lingerie set he'd laid out for you.

the thin lace stands out laying atop the dark bedsheets, accompanied by a pair of fluffy white wrist cuffs and a headband with soft floppy ears similar to the one worn by the lady at the store the other day but clearly much higher quality; maybe even custom or handmade. the finishing touch is a thin, white leather collar with a bow, and he can't help but smile as he surveys his layout.

“what is this?” you draw his attention away from the setup, and though your tone sounds accusing he can tell how secretly thrilled you are despite the way you try to downplay it.

“i told you,” he smirks. “a present.”

now it's your turn to cross your arms at him. “and why is it here?”

“because i thought you'd like it,” he says in a low voice, moving closer to you. “don't you wanna be my little bunny?”

you yelp in surprise but then sigh, finally giving in. “how'd you figure it out?”

“you're easier to read than you think, my love,” he chuckles. “i know you too well.”

“you don't… hate it?” you ask shyly, lifting your eyes to meet his gaze.

he wraps his arms around you again. “of course not. you know you could've just asked me, right?”

you scrunch your nose and pout. “i was nervous you wouldn't want to. or you'd think it's stupid.”

“you know i'd do anything you want, love. it's not stupid to me.” he leans over to press a quick kiss to your lips. “now, will you get changed for me? i can't wait to see my cute little honey bunny all dressed up.”

with a reluctant but excited squeal you push him out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him so that the reveal will be a surprise. minghao grins at the way you try to hide your enthusiasm, leaning against the doorway as he waits patiently.

finally you open the door just a crack and poke your head out, hiding your body behind it nervously. “ready?” you ask.

he nods, and with a deep breath you pull the door open all the way. you give him a little spin, the ears flopping against your hair as you show off the outfit. he smiles proudly as he joins you in the room, his fingers falling to your waist and backing you up against the bed.

“you look adorable, baby. just like i imagined,” he says in a husky voice, and you bite your lip shyly. “do you like it?”

you smile, and it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen. he'd buy you a million outfits and lingerie sets if it means he gets to see you like this every day. “i love it, hao. it's perfect.”

he sits down next to you at the edge of the bed and lifts his hand to pet your head, smoothing down your hair between the ears. you shiver in excitement, and it only makes him more eager to get started, his pants growing tighter every minute.

“i have one more present for you, mkay?” he leans away from the bed and pulls out an object from the dresser drawer. your breath catches in your throat when you realize what it is, a shiny silver plug with a round little white tail at the end that makes your heart race. “can’t be a bunny without a tail.”

you bite your lip and look at him, and he puts his hand on your thigh when you don't respond verbally. “is that okay?” he says gently, but your quick nod reassures him.

he stands up from the bed and quickly strips off his clothes, and you watch with lustful eyes as his cock slaps against his stomach, almost drooling at the sight. once he's ready you let him flip you over, kneeling down on your hands and knees with your ass readily pushed up in the air. he slips a finger under the seat of your panties, pulling them carefully to the side as he reaches over to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand beside the bed.

you shiver as he pours the cool liquid over your ass before rubbing the toy against you to coat it. once he's satisfied with it he starts to drag the metal upwards, and you jump involuntarily as he presses the end of the plug against your hole. “mm— it’s cold,” you whine as he teases you with it once more before pulling it away.

“but it won’t be for long.” he chuckles at your reaction and rubs his free hand across your lower back soothingly, and you lean your hips into his touch. with a grin he bends down and presses his lips gently against your ass cheek, and you moan when his teeth graze your skin. “just relax for me, baby, that’s it…”

he begins easing the toy past your entrance, just a little bit at a time until it's fully enveloped inside you. you've played with plugs before, but somehow the stretch is like nothing you've ever felt. knowing that this time you've got a cute little bunny tail attached sends a new wave of desire throughout your body.

with one finger he carefully pulls your panties back into place to cover you up, admiring the fluffy tail that protrudes from your hole. it really does complete the outfit, and he smiles at his own thoughtfulness, proud of his handiwork.

you wiggle your hips to test it out, adjusting to the feeling of its weight stuffed inside of you. minghao's hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, bucking away from him in surprise. immediately you feel his hand gently touch your stinging cheek, rubbing small circles to massage the pain away. "fuck— sorry. don't know what came over me." he says, voice gravelly. "you just… you look so fucking good right now, baby. you make such a cute bunny."

your face flushes as the initial shock fades, and you push your hips back towards him encouragingly. "it's okay. you can do it again, if—if you want."

he grips your waist and pulls you against him, and you whine as you feel his hard length grinding into your ass. "if i'd known you'd like that, then i would have bought the matching paddle with the ears and the tail too," he groans. "this is why you gotta speak up, baby. gotta tell me what you want so i can give it to you."

you bite your lip and bury your face into the pillow, ears burning in embarrassment, but you quickly lift your head again when you feel his hand leave another sharp smack on your ass. "mm, mm, don't hide from me now, love." he tsks in disappointment, his voice laced with fake sympathy. "you wanna be an obedient little bunny for me, don't you? well-behaved bunnies get rewarded."

you start to answer, but he runs his cock against your clothed pussy and your head falls back down into the pillow instinctively, letting out a muffled string of moans. his tip teases you, pushing the lace into your wetness and back out again. "what was that, baby? i couldn't hear you."

you scrunch your nose and raise your voice, though it still only comes out as powerful as a squeak. "i said, i'll be good!"

he grins and squeezes your ass with both hands before he pulls your panties off all the way, tugging them down your legs until the thin fabric bunches up at your knees. he drags his cock over your dripping entrance again as you clench around nothing.

“hao,” you whine softly. you tilt your hips backwards to try and push him inside, but he leans back out of your reach.

“be patient.” he runs his hands along the curve of your ass, bending down to come face to face with your aching cunt. “think i’ll eat this pretty pussy first instead. is that what you want, hm? give me a nice view of your cute little bunny tail while i make you cum all over my tongue?”

you whimper in reply, hiding your face in embarrassment as you lay on your stomach with your ass pushed into the air, proudly displaying your glistening arousal.

with his hands on either side of your hips he pulls you towards his waiting mouth. you gasp into a moan when his lips latch onto your clit, his tongue flicking at the sensitive spot as his nose prods against your entrance.

he presses his tongue flat against you, licking upwards before pulling away. it was happening so fast, too fast, and you wanted more. you needed more. but you should’ve known better than to think he would give you what you want that easily.

“feels good?” he hums, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“please, hao,” you moan. “need you. please, i’ll be good. just don’t stop.”

he scoffs lightly, his face next to your cunt but still too far away for your liking. “and why should i do that? are you gonna behave next time and tell me when you want something?”

“mhm,” you nod weakly. “i will. promise. please, minghao—”

“that’s my good girl. now just let me take care of you, hm?” he presses his lips against your ass in a kiss and you whimper when he begins sucking, hard enough that you know it’ll leave a bruise later. once he’s satisfied he sits back up to his knees, reaching over to pat your head between the ears of your headband. “don’t you worry your fuzzy little head about a thing.”

you let out another moan at his words, relishing in the way he talks about you. it gets you going more than you could’ve ever imagined, and you love him for the way he’s embraced this so wholeheartedly, falling into the role so easily that you’re cursing yourself for ever trying to hide.

he slides back down behind you, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to give him easier access as he pushes his tongue into you. you can feel yourself growing wetter every second that passes, coating his lips with your slick as he eats you out like a starving man.

he directs his attention away from your clit, tracing his tongue up until it reaches the underside of your tail and the tip of the plug poking out. just like he’d predicted the metal is warm now, heated by the warmth radiating from your holes.

he smooths his hands over your cheeks, kneading them with his slender fingers and pushing you back further into his face. his tongue darts out to lick around the edges of the toy in your ass, and you can’t help but squirm in his grasp as his mouth wanders between your legs, briefly moving back down to suck at your clit before licking upwards again.

your thighs tremble, feeling so much stimulation in ways you'd never knew possible. he traces his tongue over your pussy, dipping into your entrance before he sits back on his knees.

“you think you deserve to cum now?” he says, and even though you're facedown in the mattress you can still hear the teasing lilt in his voice. “has my little honey bunny earned it, do you think you've been a good girl?”

you're so fucked out already you can barely speak, but you know he wants you to beg him before he'll actually do anything. so you collect yourself and twist your head to look over your shoulder, bunny ears flopping against your back and the most pleading expression you can muster. “mhm… please? been such a good bunny for you.” you prove your point by wiggling your hips, shaking the little tail plug that sticks out of your ass back and forth.

he groans, hands squeezing your waist tighter. he can tell how much you wanted this, how much you're enjoying this, and who is he to deny you any longer when you've been so well behaved? “mm, alright.” he leans down over your back to kiss your shoulder, brushing your hair and your floppy ears out of the way. “gonna let you cum on my cock now, is that what my baby bunny wants?”

you nod eagerly and let out a yip as he finally sinks into you. you swear you've never felt this good in your life as he starts to fill you up, your walls stretching to accommodate his length.

“so fucking tight,” he groans through gritted teeth when he finally bottoms out, his cock buried in your heat. “clenching so hard, i can barely move.”

“minghao—” you plead out his name, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his cock but his grip on your hips is too strong to let you have even a little bit of control.

he stays still for a minute to give you time to adjust, but that doesn't stop him from playing with your tail and tracing his fingers teasingly along your lower back, relishing in the way it makes you shiver and moan his name louder.

finally when neither you nor him can take it anymore, he starts to slide out of you, groaning at the way his shaft is already coated in your slick. he's not sure you've ever been this wet for him before— and you haven't even cum yet.

it doesn't take long for him to build up his pace, propelled by the sight of your cute little tail bouncing with each deep stroke. he spreads your cheeks apart to watch the spot where his length disappears inside you and groans, an idea hitting him as he digs his fingertips into your hips. “fuck, baby— want me to video this? you look so fucking good taking my cock, wanna let you see yourself.”

your walls clench around him faster than your lips can whimper out a “yes”. god, the thought that later you'll get to watch yourself, kneeling on the bed in your pretty lingerie getting fucked like the slutty little bunny you've always wanted to be? it's your biggest dream come true.

he gradually slows down his pace so he can reach over and grab his phone off the nightstand, fingers fumbling with the buttons to start the recording. he shifts his phone into one hand and uses his other to push down on your lower back, forcing you to arch up more for him.

his long fingers wrap around your side as he starts to thrust into you again, pulling you backwards to meet his cock with each stroke as he builds back up to a brutal pace. he holds the camera up by his chin to make sure he captures a full view of the scene, your pretty ass pushed into the air as a constant stream of whimpers and whines escapes you.

“look at my pretty bunny,” he pants out, squeezing your hip even harder as he fucks into you, knowing everything he says will be immortalized for your pleasure when you watch this together later. “look at you. so good for me, aren’t you?”

you moan out something unintelligible that sounds like a yes, and he rewards you by fucking you harder. he grins and moves his phone closer to your ass to get a better view of your pussy, close enough to see the glint of metal poking out and the way your muscles contract around both it and him with every thrust.

his eyes rake over your body, occasionally glancing at his phone screen to check the video. after a minute he stops the video and tosses his phone aside, quickly moving both hands back to grip your hips so he has more leverage to plunge into you more deeply. your arms give out from the force and you fall forward against the bed, whimpers muffled by the sheets that you grip so tightly to stay grounded to.

one of his hands suddenly leaves your hips and you feel his fingers tangle in your hair, gasping as he jerks your head up again.

“c’mon, baby,” he says, winding his hand around your hair until it tugs your scalp. it burns but it feels so good, sending a shiver down your spine as he pulls on you. “you’ve been so good for me, don’t ruin it now. you can take it. isn’t that right, bunny?”

“fuck,” you whimper as you strain your neck backwards, your tits pushed against the lacy front of your lingerie as you arch your back. “i can—i can take it. please… please.”

his other hand slides up your stomach, pulling you to sit upright with your back against his chest. if it weren’t for minghao’s grip on you, you doubt you’d have even been able to hold your head up on your own, let alone the rest of your body; his forearm wraps around your chest, holding you flush against his body. you swear he’s never fucked you this hard before in your life, slamming his hips into you so hard you already know you’ll be feeling this for days afterwards, his pace never tiring.

minghao is good at giving you what you want, but you’ve always been able to retain at least a little bit of control even in your most fucked out state. but tonight your head is reeling, mouth hanging open with not a single coherent thought running through your mind. maybe it’s the thrill of being “caught”, of him finally figuring out your secret fantasy and letting you play into it.

your first orgasm catches you off guard, overtaking you with no warning. you double over in minghao’s arms as you writhe against him, clenching so hard that even he can’t keep up the pace. his hips stutter as he struggles to continue thrusting, barely managing to even stay inside of you as your muscles contract and try to force his cock out from your pulsing walls.

“go on, baby, let go for me,” he breathes in a low voice against your ear, holding you tighter to keep you in place. “such a good bunny, cumming all over my cock.”

“cu—cumming!” you manage, and you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave slams into you.

he curses under his breath as he snakes his hand down the front of your body to toy with your clit. “fuck— that’s it, baby. let me have it, give me more. such a good girl.”

you lean your head back against his shoulder with another broken moan, all the tension suddenly leaving your body in a rush. the bed is soaked, his thighs are soaked, your pussy is soaked, but you can't stop. his fingers don't stop either, rubbing fast circles on your clit as you squirt.

after what seems like an eternity of cumming you claw at his fingers on your clit, weakly trying to pull his hand away. “h-hao,” you moan, your voice cracking. “wait. stop—”

his grip on your body loosens and he moves his hand before pulling out of you slowly, his cock still hard and aching and his heart pounding with adrenaline. immediately his tone is softer, keeping his voice quiet beside your ear despite his heavy breathing. “what is it, love, what do you need? can you tell me?”

you lean your head back to rest against his shoulder, your body shaking as you try to catch your breath. it’s hard. you can barely think straight from so much stimulation all at once, your head still cloudy from such intense orgasms back to back, and it takes a long few seconds before you can string together your thoughts. “just… need to slow down.” you find his hand on your thigh and squeeze his fingers with all the strength you can muster. “but don’t wanna stop.”

he exhales and turns his head to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. “okay, sweetheart. just let me know. i’m here.”

he knows he was getting a little carried away, but he wasn’t expecting this to get him so riled up. even after he’d figured you out and put his plan into motion he hadn’t once thought about how he felt, so focused on making sure you’d be happy with him.

he’d spent hours online looking for the perfect outfit for you, pretty lingerie that would be comfortable yet still make you feel as beautiful and sexy as you are to him. if only he hadn’t wanted it to be a surprise, because he kind of wishes you’d been able to see the grin on his face when he’d picked out the cutest little tail and ears to match.

he never considered how much he’d enjoy seeing you in the outfit, maybe even more than you, the lace hugging your body as you whimper and whine so cutely for him. if anything, he knows he's definitely going to get his money's worth out of your pretty costume set, because he's already planning out in his mind the next time you'll get to do this together.

you hum his name softly and it brings him out of his head, looking down at your hazy expression. this is still sort of new to him, but he’ll figure out how to handle it. he’s good at that.

“do you wanna lay down?” he asks, fingers tracing up and down your sides and gently toying with the fabric of your bra as he holds you against his body.

you hum in agreement and turn over in his arms, letting him slowly guide you onto your back as he hovers on his hands and knees above you.

you tug at your ears headband and toss it away, and instinctively his hands begin smoothing over your hair to carefully massage your scalp. “uncomfy?” he asks as your eyes flutter shut, a sweet smile on your face at his soothing touch.

“after a while, yeah,” you say softly, leaning your head into his fingertips. you open your eyes slowly, finding his face just inches above yours. “i’m still your bunny?” you ask a little shyly, watching his gaze.

he smiles and leans up to kiss your nose, a habit of his that now means so much more. “mhm. cutest bunny i’ve ever met. and she’s all mine.”

you can feel his throbbing cock resting atop your stomach, and you sigh out his name, reaching up to pull him down to meet your lips. “minghao…” you lift your hips a little, whimpering quietly in response when he groans from the pressure.

“ready to go again?” he breathes, and at your nod he positions his cock back at your entrance, pushing in slowly. the stretch is easy this time and it doesn’t take long before he bottoms out again, bending over you to leave kisses all over your face as you readjust to him.

you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, whining softly as you squeeze his bicep to try to get him to move. even just having him completely still inside of you feels incredible, but you're eager for more, almost insatiable for him. you don't want this to end just yet.

“god—” he chokes out, thrusting once into you so deep that it makes your head spin. “i'm gonna cum if you keep doing that. not gonna last much longer.”

maybe he’s delirious from so much in one night, but minghao swears you clench harder when he says that. you shake your head, trying to pull him even closer. “don’t care. just want you to fill me up, please?”

he lets out another groan, long and low as he pushes his hips in and out in a slow but steady rhythm. “oh, is that what you want? you want me to breed you? pretty bunny wants to be full of my cum?”

between his dirty talk and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you, your mind goes blank, and all you can manage is a squeak and a nod and a prayer that he’ll figure it out, how badly you want him to do exactly that. despite everything he’s already given you tonight, you’re absolutely desperate for it, and if you could recall words and sentences right now you would’ve started begging him like your life depended on it.

luckily for you he knows you just as well as he says he does, because he adjusts his hips and thrusts deeper into you, his cock angled upwards to hit you just right with every stroke as filthy words spill from his lips.

“gonna fuck you so full,” he huffs, and you stare wide eyed at the sweat dripping down his cheekbones as he pounds you into the mattress. “taking it so well, gonna breed you like my bunny deserves, stuff you so full. my pretty little bunny, always so desperate for me…”

he doesn't stop, his words beginning to ramble as he focuses all his energy on thinking about your pretty eyes and the sweet, fucked out look on your face that he knows you always get when he cums inside of you because he knows how much you love it.

“please… please,” you whimper, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders so tight, and you know he's right at the edge. each stroke fills you completely, and the pressure from both his cock and the plug still inside you makes you dizzy with pleasure.

minghao buries his face in your collarbone, biting down to muffle his groans as he cums. your own mouth falls open in a gasp as you feel his cock jerk against your walls, pulsing with each thick rope of cum he releases inside. his breath catches in his throat and forces his cock deeper, his pelvis firmly pressed against yours as far in as he can possibly go.

with shaky hands and even shakier breaths, you wrap your arms around him and hold his head against your chest, your heart still racing as you come down together. he doesn't try to pull out yet, laying down on top of you and letting his weight cover you. you whimper softly as you feel his cum seeping out of you, running down the backs of your thighs.

after a minute he sighs, looking up at you to make sure you're still okay. “was that alright?” he asks, but your lazy grin tells him all he needs to know.

“love, hey.” he tilts your chin to make you look at him, brushing his thumb against your cheek to make sure you're paying attention. “promise me one thing. next time, just tell me if there's something you wanna try. okay?” he says. his tone is still quiet and gentle, but you can tell he's serious.

as fun as it is to play this game, he'd much rather you just come to him and talk about it, even if you think it's silly or stupid. he knows it's hard to talk about things you want, but he feels comfortable enough to tell you anything and he hopes one day you'll feel the same, without him having to pry.

“mhm,” you hum sincerely, smiling in contentment at the soft feeling of his fingers on your skin. “i will.”

despite your mumbled voice he can tell you're being genuine with him, and he rewards you with a gentle kiss.

you giggle and run your fingers through his hair, basking in the warm, fuzzy feeling that radiates both inside and out. “so… next time you're gonna wear the outfit, right?”

he laughs and kisses you again, happy that you seem so satisfied after everything. “well, that depends on whether or not you've been a good bunny.”

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 6 months ago

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OmfffffGGGG the fun I had writing this chapter GUYS—

I mean start to finish, I've been giggling like an idiot the entire mfing TIME

Well, alternating between giggling like an idiot and snickering deviously like a witch huddled over a cauldron but that's neither here nor there

Of course we have banter between Garp's dippy ass and Bogard's far more poised and reasonable demeanor, but also

BUT ALSO—

i cannot

I can't spoil it I cannot I will not I must not I shan't it would be positively rude in all honesty i will not—

Just———muffled screaming

Look I'm sorry in advance I had way too much fun with this

even mihawk is done with my shit at this point

Flight Risk

Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader

Ch. 4 of who even fcking knows at this point honestly, five? Six? Fifty? Whatever just let me vibe

Brief summary of The Story So Far: Your mission, as a Marine and Zoan type devil fruit user (gray parrot), is to gather intel on Dracule Mihawk, a pirate on the Grand Line who has become a thorn in the Marines' side over a relatively short period of time. Your first recon mission, while more or less a success, left you wounded and your commanding officers more divided than ever over the operation at hand. You have since arrived at Marineford to complete your training for the mission, and gods only know where things might go from here....

Previous chapter, First chapter, Next chapter

SFW for now, but not in later chapters

No Trigger Warnings in this chapter. Possible future Trigger Warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later Word Count: 4,832

Taglist: @i-am-vita thank you so much you have no idea how much this means to me

♫♬Halloween Blues - The Fratellis♬♫

Well, I'm gonna make ya love me, gonna make ya wish that you'd never been born

Now ya wish you'd never met me, I could be the joker that you couldn't shake off

It was agreed upon by all parties involved that not a word would be spoken of your ill-advised “test” at Kuraigana Island to anyone but Fleet Admiral Sengoku. The brunt of the chastisement fell upon Garp and Bogard, as the commanding officers overseeing the mission; and while you were scolded yourself for getting far closer than your orders had suggested you should, you were still commended for providing valuable new information.

The Marines were now aware that Kuraigana Island was home to a population of large primates, of undetermined size or intelligence but with enough intellect to use basic weaponry.

The Marines were also now aware that the presence of Dracule “Hawk-Eye” Mihawk on the otherwise abandoned island was confirmed, and that the volatile pirate had most likely set up at least a temporary base amid the desolate castle ruins.

You were permitted to keep in contact with your mother over the following months of your training as promised, with the stipulation that your letters would be screened to ensure you didn’t relay any confidential information to outside parties. As such, you wrote your final letter aboard a small unmarked vessel bound to pass by Kuraigana Island perhaps four months after the first, and had handed it over to Bogard to scan over.

Hi, Mom!

I’m still doing great, I promise. Training has been exhausting but I’ve learned a lot, and it’s been a breath of fresh air to be among people that actually seem to like me. My commanding officers are a little annoying, but I guess they’re okay. I trust them.

This will be the last letter for a while since I’m being deployed. You don’t have to worry, it’s nothing serious and I’ll be fine, I just won’t be somewhere that I can receive any mail. You can still write me though, and I’ll be able to reply the second I get back to my base. I don’t know exactly how long that will be, but the tentative estimate is two months. It could be sooner, but it could be a little longer.

Love you, and give my love to all our feathery friends.

“Ten minutes out,” said Garp, sitting against the railing with a doughnut hanging out of his mouth as he finished filling out the remainder of the paperwork he had put off until the very last minute.

“‘Commanding officers are a little annoying, but I guess they’re okay,’” Bogard read aloud, lowering your letter to glance down at you with a wry look.

“She’s not wrong, you’re pretty damned irritating,” said Garp. Bogard lowered his eyes to the vice admiral sitting on the deck of the ship, lifting an eyebrow.

Garp only raised his doughnut with a nod and took another bite before returning to his report. Bogard huffed out a sigh and folded the letter, turning his gaze to you as you paced back and forth across the small deck. The vessel was little more than a sloop, designed for no more than one or two people to sail on their own, sturdy enough to withstand the unpredictable weather patterns of the Grand Line but far less advanced than the standard Marine vessel. You barely noticed his gaze upon you, staring down at your feet as you paced, counting the nails in the deck boards in a futile attempt to keep your mind clear from the quickly approaching start of your mission.

You stopped in your tracks the moment Bogard cleared his throat to get your attention, lifting your head sharply and standing at attention.

“A…at ease,” he said slowly, watching you shuffle your feet and fold your hands behind your back. “Your letter will be sent once Garp and myself return to Marineford,” he assured you. “Once you have left this ship, your own contact with the Marines will cease for a period of no less than two months, unless you are forced to make emergency contact. Emergecy contact will only be employed—”

“Under the circumstance that my own life is in immediate and unquestionable danger,” you responded immediately, to which Bogard gave a curt nod.

“Correct,” he agreed. “There will be a covert Marine presence at every island neighboring Kuraigana. Should you require rescue, the closest vessel will be able to arrive within twenty-four hours.”

“She won’t need it,” Garp chimed in through the last bite of his doughnut, and in a rare break of his iron composure, Bogard reached into one of his overcoat pockets and threw a pen at him in response. You watched as Garp caught it and used the implement to sign his name at the bottom of his paperwork before flicking it across the deck of the ship. “Have a little faith, Bogard. We have at our disposal a trained weapon of subterfuge.”

Garp wrapped his hand around the railing behind him and pulled himself to his feet, strolling over to your side and clapping you on the shoulder.

“Trained under our own supervision,” he went on proudly, while Bogard closed his eyes and heaved a slow, impatient sigh, waiting for him to go on. “Who has already provided us with more up-to-date information on the target than anyone else in our ranks—”

“—I’m still not saying your impulsive little test was anything but idiotic—”

“—and humbly declined to take credit for any of it,” Garp went on , ignoring his partner. You jolted as he gave you a sharp pat on the back. “She’ll be just fine. Won’t ya, kid?”

“I’ll—perform my duties as expected of…” You trailed off into a sigh yourself when Garp rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” you said stiffly. “I’ll be fine.”

“See? She’ll be fine.”

Garp gave a firm nod, as if your word was more than enough to affirm your fate as solid fact.

And then his brow furrowed as he stared across the deck.

His eyes narrowed into a squint, and he turned his head the slightest bit, his hand lowering from your shoulder and back to his side,

“No…that’s not…”

By the time Bogard turned his head, Garp was already striding across the deck, extending a spyglass as he leaned over the railing and stared through the scope. He gave a growl of annoyance as he held the scope out behind him for Bogard to take. Your heart raced as you slowly crossed the deck to join them, your already thin resolve faltering when Bogard slowly lowered the scope to glance at Garp.

“This changes—”

“It changes nothing,” said Garp, jerking his head to look at Bogard.

You didn’t need the spyglass to see the foggy haze around Kuraigana Island past the railing, no more than you needed it to see the small ship docked near its southern banks. You couldn’t make out much about it, but you could see the one thing that mattered—it flew a black flag.

“Red-Hair,” said Garp. “I knew he’d be trouble. I told Sengoku, I told him—”

“Why the hell would he be here?” Bogard said slowly, looking back out toward the island. He glanced behind him, and held out the spyglass for you to take. You moved to the railing between them, holding it to one eye and shutting the other to look through it at the distant ship. “There’s no chance any information has—”

“No, there isn’t,” agreed Garp, as your vision adjusted against the magnification of the lenses. You scanned over the small ship, which appeared to be empty, before lifting your head to focus on its flag—a jolly roger, decorated with a pair of crossed cutlasses and a skull with three slashes across one eye.

“Red-Haired Shanks…?” you said slowly, lowering the scope, glancing between Garp and Bogard as they stared out at the ship. “Ah—three hundred million, two hundred sixty-two thousand berry bounty.”

“Sixty-three,” corrected Bogard absently, glancing at Garp. Garp remained focused, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the ship, his grip tight around the deck railing. “Vice-Admiral.” He glanced over sharply when Bogard spoke up. “This does change—”

“It changes nothing,” Garp growled firmly.

You didn’t particularly like the way Bogard leaned over the railing, holding his hat in place as he shook his head, staring at Garp with no small degree of trepidation. Your eyes shifted to Garp when he turned around to face you, frowning down at you thoughtfully,

“Or it could change things for the better,” he said slowly, letting out a small chuckle. “Well, lass. This is your call. Seems more than just Mihawk might be docked at the island ahead of us.” You nodded shortly to show you were following, waiting for him to continued. “Not much is known about Shanks as yet…to the masses.”

“Garp—”

Garp held up a hand when Bogard tossed a warning look at him.

“—but I have on good authority that he trained under Gold Roger himself.” Your eyes widened, flickering back toward the ship in question, as Bogard let out a growl of annoyance and stormed back toward the opposite side of the deck. “This is an unexpected turn.” Your gaze shot back toward Garp as he straightened out, folding his hands behind his back and staring down at you. “We can head back toward Marineford and go through all the meticulous to-do’s of officially changing our plans, spend a few more months buried in paperwork, or—”

“I’m going.” He raised his eyebrows, his lips already twitching toward a smile at the firmness of your words. “The Red-Hair pirates would be no more aware of who I am than Mihawk. There’s no point wasting any more time.”

“No, I guess there isn’t,” he agreed, grinning. He cleared his throat, cupping a hand around his mouth and making a show of calling across the small expanse of the deck to Bogard. “You might just be able to gather us a little more intel than we expeced. Hear that, Bogard? No need to delay!”

“No need to pull a muscle patting yourself on the back, either,” Bogard grumbled, just loud enough to ensure Garp heard him.

“Alright, kid,” said Garp, happily ignoring him as he leaned against the side of the railing. “We’ve got under ten minutes, so here’s the rundown.” He turned his head, looking out toward the ship moored just off the edge of the island. “Shanks, as I said. Captain, pupil of Gold Roger himself. Primary weapon is a sabre. Straw hat, bright red hair, difficult to miss. There’s Yasopp, the first man to join his crew, at the time he was regarded as the sharpest shooter in the East Blue. Dark skin, dreadlocks, carries a pair of flintlock pistols.”

“So...that’s his first mate?”

“No.” Your brow furrowed. “That would be Beckman. Dark hair, ponytail, built like a brick shithouse. Carries a flintlock rifle. He’s a damn good shot himself but he’ll use the thing as a club in close quarters. Lucky Roux, the cook, bastard’s probably as wide as he is tall…”

You listened closely to Garp’s continued colorful descriptions of the crew officers of the Red Hair Pirates—and the potential dangers they could pose to your health should anyone discover what you really were.

“Red Hair isn’t the brightest match in the box,” he went on, “but there’s a great deal of evidence that he closely rivals Dracule Mihawk in swordsmanship. Should the two end up fighting, you keep your distance. Otherwise, be exceedingly careful around Benn Beckman. He’s the idiot’s first mate for a reason and probably accounts for ninety percent of the collective brain cells of the entire crew. You’ll have to keep a close eye on him while you keep up your act. There’s no telling why they’re docked here, and it would be in your best interest to figure it out. If they’re going to be around for a while, keep your distance.”

“I...sort of doubt any of them are ornithology experts,” you said, frowning.

“As much as one might doubt that a species of unknown primates could learn to use relatively modern weaponry.” You turned your head sharply at the sound of Bogard’s voice close behind you—you hadn’t heard him cross the deck. Your frown deepened as he gave a pointed glance at the scar spanning nearly the entire length of your right upper arm. Garp, gestured to the other Marine pointedly at his statement, and you couldn’t deny that he had a point either. “You’ll keep your distance. Fooling one pirate alone is going to be a great deal easier and safer than attempting to fool an entire crew of them.” He turned his head to Garp. “This is still the most ridiculous mission I’ve ever had the displeasure of being involved in.”

“Ah, girl’s got her act down fine,” he said dismissively—and Garp wasn’t wrong about that. Your favorite part of your training by far had been simply flying around the massive base at Marineford, taking tally of how many of the staff and officers you could fool. The only individuals privy to the exact nature of your mission were Garp and Bogard, a small selection of admirals and vice admirals, and Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself. Your performance had been enough to levy a unanimous vote to go forth with the mission. “Your persona, cadet?”

“Gray parrot, previously the pet of a pirate crew that perished in battle, therefore comfortable around pirates in general,” you said. “Able to repeat a number of sounds and phrases that might be heard aboard a ship, capable of learning new phrases and words faster than most other similar species of bird. Particular disdain for Marines and may fly into a frenzy at the sight of their vessels.”

“See?” said Garp, clapping you on the back hard enough that you flinched. “I’d say we’ve got this in the bag.”

Bogard stared between the two of you for a moment, frowning, before shaking his head. “God help us all,” he muttered under his breath, lifting a hand to rub his eyes.

The final few minutes of the voyage were spent with Garp and Bogard grilling you about the small amount of information known by the Marines about Dracule Mihawk, about the quick briefing you had just received on the Red Hair pirates, about your memorization of the den den mushi numbers you were to contact in the event that your life was in immediate danger or that you found any information useful enough to wrap the operation up early. Garp gave a resolute nod as you neared your destination, around a mile and a half off the shore of Kuraigana Island, and Bogard gave a heavy sigh and a short nod in silent agreement—no matter how little he approved, you were as ready as you were going to be.

“Alright, then, cadet,” said Garp, his wide grin a direct contrast to his partner’s pessimism. “Bird mode, activate.”

“Must you call it that?” said Bogard, tossing a weary look at Garp as you gave a quick salute and immediately shrank down into your devil fruit form on the deck. You fluttered your wings enough to hop up onto the deck railing in front of them, and Bogard frowned down at you. “Best of luck,” he offered. “Should all go according to plan, we’ll see you again in no more than two months.”

He cringed the slightest bit when you raised your wing in another salute, squawking out over Garp’s snort of laughter, “Wind in your sails!”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Garp, waving you off. “Now shoo, bird. And no getting yourself killed.”

And once more, you found yourself flying out toward Kuraigana Island.

You made a high pass over the Red Hair’s ship, squinting down toward it as you soared overhead, and the cause of their mooring near the island became quickly clear—it appeared that there was work being performed on a few sizable cannonball holes on the port side of the vessel. You were surprised to see a handful of the crew on the beach near the edge of the forest, seeming to be laughing among themselves and having a grand time, the primates that had attacked you nowhere in sight. Lucky Roux was easy enough to pick out, exactly as Garp had described him—striped shirt and tinted goggles, easily as wide as he was tall, sitting against a tree and taking a bite out of what looked like an entire leg of lamb while another crewmate assisted in bandaging his arm.

Perhaps they had had a run-in with the local apes.

You took that as enough reason to remain vigilant as you flew high over the forest, scanning the treetops below for any signs of movement. It was a relief that there seemed to be none—if the Red Hair pirates had come in contact with the violent creatures, it seemed they had managed to beat them into submission. You considered how Garp had told you that no one had ever entered the island on foot and lived to tell the tale, and it sent a shiver over your spine to think that the crew might be that formidable.

The first signs of movement you witnessed came only once you neared the castle itself, and you nearly faltered in your flight.

Your target was directly below you.

Sitting on a broken piece of stone wall in the courtyard, clad in a white shirt with a ruffled collar and a pair of black pants, his hat sitting to the side next to him, his massive sword lying across his lap as he polished the handle. You slowly, cautiously circled lower, keeping a fair distance, your eyes remaining on the pirate. His mouth seemed to be fixed in a scowl, his posture tense.

You cautiously landed in one of the castle windows several feet away, side-stepping until you were perched in the very corner of the indentation, your gray plumage a perfect camouflage against the rugged stone, and the reason for Mihawk’s clear irritation became immediately evident as the sound of a nonchalant voice tore your gaze away from him.

“Nice place you’ve got here, Hawk-Eye.”

Shanks.

Garp’s description had once again been right on the money—his stringy scarlet hair was capped by a straw-hat, his hands tucked behind his neck as he paced across a pile of rubble that might have once been a wall, a long sabre tucked into his red cloth belt at his right hip. He hopped down to the ground as you watched, resting his elbow on the hilt of the sword as he stared up at the castle. “Be a shame if something happened to it.”

He reached over with his left hand, wrapping it around the handle of the sword, and you tensed immediately, prepared to take flight as he grinned and glanced over at Mihawk.

“Divi—”

Mihawk was on his feet in a flash, his sword extended out at arm’s length, the blade less than an inch away from Shanks’s neck, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing to threatening slits as Shanks lifted his hands up in mock-surrender, still grinning.

“Only kidding,” he said, taking a cautious step back from the edge of the black blade.

Mihawk eyed him with a venomous glare for a few seconds longer before pulling his blade back swiftly to his side and rolling his eyes, a growl of annoyance leaving him as he turned on his heel and stormed back over to the broken wall, sitting down once more. “Remind me of what the hell you’re doing here and precisely why you haven’t left yet?”

“Am I not allowed to visit my friends?” said Shanks, clutching at his chest dramatically in feigned offense. Mihawk ignored the redhead as he sat down heavily on the ground, grabbing a bottle of dark liquor propped up against the pile of rubble and working the cork loose. “Hey, it’s not my fault. This is where the Log pose pointed us. We needed to do a few repairs on the ship. Noticed your old rowboat moored nearby—”

“Rowboat,” Mihawk repeated under his breath, one of his eyes twitching the slightest bit.

“So what’s with the pissed off monkeys, anyway?” said Shanks, nodding toward the forest before taking a swig from the bottle and flicking the cork over his shoulder. “Few of them were damn near as good with a sword as you are.” Mihawk’s eyes shot toward him in a warning glare, and rolled away when Shanks gave a broad grin in response. “Train them yourself?”

“No,” he said shortly. “The humandrills were already quite capable with a variety of weapons when I arrived—”

“Aww, you named them?”

“I discovered the name among the historical documents in castle,” he said through his teeth. “It seems they learned to use weapons by watching their human neighbors before they managed to wipe themselves out. Perhaps,” he went on, before Shanks could speak up again, “your time would better be served overseeing the repairs on your ship so you can leave the moment they’re done.”

“Oh, the repairs are almost finished,” said Shanks, waving a dismissive hand. “Just waiting for the log pose to finish linking up.” He took a sip from his bottle, lifting his eyebrows. “Why? Aren’t you enjoying the company?”

“Oh, yes, immensely,” Mihawk responded dryly.

Your eyes darted between the pair of pirates amid their exchange, keeping yourself perfectly still in the stone windowsill. It was clear that Shanks, at least, was enjoying himself, and that they seemed to have some sort of history between them. It was equally clear that Mihawk would have very much preferred that his company take a long walk off the nearest short pier. He still kept his irritation in check, though whether it was out of any actual sense of camaraderie or he simply didn’t feel like wasting his energy fighting remained unclear.

Their exchange gave you an almost overwhelming sense of déjà vu, and you made a mental note to inform Garp and Bogard of it the next time you saw them.

“Oh, so grumpy,” Shanks commented, leaning back against the rubble behind him, stretching an arm out across one of his knees. “Why don’t you go take a nap, old man? I’m sure there are plenty of beds more than suited for someone of your positively regal manner.” Mihawk went on polishing the golden handle of his sword, not bothering to glance up. “Probably more than enough beds for any number of guests—”

“No,” said Mihawk coolly, still keeping his eyes turned down toward his sword.

“Oh, come on,” Shanks groaned in complaint, laying his head back. His mouth turned down into a despondent sort of pout, tilting his head to look over at the castle—and you tensed immediately, holding your breath, remaining still as a statue. “I’ve never even been in a castle before—”

“No,” Mihawk said again, louder this time, his yellow eyes fixing on Shanks with a firm gaze this time.

“You’re absolutely no fun at all,” Shanks huffed, lifting a small piece of stone from the ground and tossing it in his direction in a half-hearted manner. “You know, you’re going to die sad and alone one day in your desolate castle.”

“And what a peaceful end it will be,” said Mihawk disinterestedly, rolling his eyes back down to the sword across his lap as he buffed a rag across the gleaming blue gem at the end of the hilt.

“But not friendless,” Shanks added, completely ignoring him. He offered another broad grin. “I’ll always be your frien—”

“Would you just go away already?” Mihawksighed wearily, lifting his head and tossing the rag aside. “It’s abundantly clear what you’re attempting to do, and it isn’t going to work.”

“Oh, and just what am I trying to do?” said Shanks...and he seemed to bite his tongue for a moment, before adding in a cheeky tone, “...friend?”

“You’re fishing for a fight,” said Mihawk, gritting his teeth, briefly gripping the handle of his sword before releasing it from his grasp. “And I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh come. On,” Shanks groaned once more, leaning back heavily and pouting. “I’m bored. There’s literally nothing on this damned island except a pile of rocks and a bunch of trees and a particularly nice castle—”

“No.” Shanks gave a huff of irritation, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Mihawk. “Go off and play with the other monkeys if you’re so damned bored.”

“They’re already afraid of me,” he huffed, pouting like a child. He brushed a few unruly strands of hair away from his eyes, turning his gaze out toward the forest. “Stupid apes.” Mihawk only rolled his eyes, shook his head, and returned to the idle task of sword maintenance. “I’m frankly surprised you didn’t just slaughter all of them the moment you set foot here.”

“They make for a decent security system,” he said levelly.

“Or you’re secretly just a big softie—”

Shanks straightened out and gave another broad grin when Mihawk tossed a sharp glare at him...and then slumped back down in defeat when his supposed “friend” gave a heavy sigh and turned his attention back to his sword.

It went on this way for some time—Shanks continually poking and prodding, attempting to annoy Mihawk enough to coax him into a fight; and Mihawk persisting in the task of sword maintenance, running a whetstone across the already razor-sharp edge of the blade as he fought to keep his composure. The entire spectacle was rather like watching an excitable puppy yip at a surly cat.

You shifted your gaze to the edge of the nearby forest when Shanks looked over, the young captain waving once the rustling of the dense leaves gave way to a tall, broad-shouldered man in a black shirt, picking leaves out of his ponytail—no doubt Benn Beckman, from the description Garp had offered you. There was indeed a large rifle slung back across one of his shoulders, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He glanced toward Mihawk, before stopping just short of his captain, looking down at him.

“Repairs are finished and the Log Pose’s set,” he said, his brow furrowing when Shanks frowned in clear disappointment. “We getting off of this rock or are you still antagonizing the current inhabitants?”

“I am visiting with a dear old friend,” said Shanks, giving an indignant huff and crossing his arms. He rolled his eyes back over to Mihawk. “Isn’t that right, Hawkie—?”

“Call me that again and you’ll be leaving this island wearing your entrails as necklace,” said Mihawk coolly.

“See?” said Shanks, gesturing toward Mihawk. “We’re just catching up on old times.”

Beckman stared down at his captain for a long moment, frowning, his cigarette smoldering at the corner of his mouth. He finally shook his head and stepped back a couple paces, leaning back against a pile of stones and crossing his arms. “Alright,” he said. “Have fun.”

“Oh, I am,” Shanks assured him with a positively gleeful grin. He rolled his shoulders and took a drink from the bottle of liquor clenched in his hand, his eyes drifting back over to Mihawk. “Well, it seems our all too pleasant reunion may be drawing to a close, Hawkie—”

Shanks’s grin only widened when Mihawk lifted his gaze to glare at him, his hand gripping tighter around the whetstone.

Shanks seemed to bite his tongue for a moment, pursing his lips to suppress his growing amusement at Mihawk’s growing annoyance, before his expression spread back into a grin as he lifted his eyebrows.

“How about a little kiss goodbye—y’know, between friends and all—”

“That’s it—”

Mihawk was on his feet in a flash, tossing the whetstone away.

Shanks was on his feet just as quickly, a look of absolute glee brightening his features as he drew his sabre.

Beckman took a few casual steps off to the side, pulling his cigarette down from his lips to flick the ashes away, shaking his head, his hand tightening around the butt of his rifle almost imperceptibly.

And you, in spite of yourself, let out a tiny squawk of alarm at the entire spectacle...and quickly realized your mistake.

While Mihawk surged forward with his blade drawn, while Beckman kept his sharp eyes flickering between him and his captain, Shanks’s gaze flickered over toward the sound you had just let out.

And his eyes widened the slightest bit as his eyes met yours.

And he lifted his sword to block what would have been a deadly blow from Mihawk as he continued staring at you as you froze in the windowsill, your feathers ruffling out the slightest bit in response to the terror dawning over you.

Beckman also followed his captain’s gaze, lifting an eyebrow as he noticed your presence.

Shanks drew in a sharp breath, his eyes growing even wider, wide as the eyes of a child with a bottomless wallet in a candy shop. One single, almost breathless word left his lips as they spread into a delighted smile:

“Parrot.”

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Halloween dates x NCT Dream

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Couple: Nct Dream x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive (specially with Jeno, it’s just that I found him so hot), halloween.

Word Count: 2,6k

Mark x Carving pumpkins

“I think I’m doing it wrong” Your boyfriend says in panic with the pumpkin filling in his hand. You smile at him for how cute he looks and take his hand. “Calm down, you’re doing fine. Just drop this here.” You guide him to drop the stuffing into the bowl. Mark makes a face of disgust as he feels the stuff of the vegetable in his hand, you again laugh at him. “It was your idea.” You reminded him.

He called you saying that he wanted to do something fun for Halloween. Obviously, you thought it would be something like dressing up in a couple costumes or watching scary movies. So when he showed up with two pumpkins at your apartment saying surprise, your face definitely was an expression of surprise. After an hour, your pumpkins were looking quite well for being your first time. You decided to go for a horrifying face, instead of your boyfriend, who went for a more cute look.

“I know, but I thought it was going to be more like, you know… cleaner” You wipe his hand with the kitchen cloth that was on the table, and continue with your pumpkin. Mark sulky, cause you let go of his hand, decides to go behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. His nose was smelling your cologne in the crook of your neck, leaving a hot breath along the way. “I think the heart eyes need a little touch” You say trying to focus on your work, but the presence of your boyfriend behind you was a big obstacle. “I think that can wait” He says with a raspy voice in your ear, to later start kissing your cheek. His hands were exploring your stomach and waist without any shame. Feeling ticklish against his touch. You sigh and turn your face to give him a little kiss on the lips. “Baby, I love you. But I don't want my kitchen to look like a farm with all this pumpkin filling” You say, pointing at the mess you two had in the table and kitchen counters. He separates from you to take your pumpkin and put it in front of his face. “Show me affection, or I’ll curse you” He says, which was supposed to be a creepy voice, but you just found him more cute. You took your creation off his hands and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I am showing you affection.”

He pouts and crosses his arms. “C’mon, the faster we move, the faster we finish. Besides your pumpkin it's better than mine” You state. Mark smiles at you shyly, looking at his pumpkin with heart eyes and a wide smile. “You think?” He asks you with joy. You tease him, saying, "Not really." He shows you a face of pure betrayal, as if you had broken his heart into a million pieces. Then out of nowhere, you suddenly felt a wet material in your discovered arm. You drop a gasp watching the filling of the pumpkin covering your arm and shirt. “Meany” Mark says as a little kid, like he literally didn't just launch you the remains of a vegetable. “You’re the meany” You say, doing the exact same thing, aiming in his neck and chest. His mouth opens in outrage, and his gaze reflects pure mischief. As you know your boyfriend so well, you start walking backwards. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” You scream, laughing while you run away from Mark with his handful of pumpkins.

You reach the living room before he drops you on the couch, wrapping his arms against your waist. Likewise, you're trying to beat him up, screaming at him to get off. But with his legs around your body, he forces you to stay on the couch. Now that you were under him, helpless, he took his time to fill your face with pumpkin. “Gross!” You whine, shaking your head but smiling. You free your hand to stain him as well, and he laughs trying to remove it. “Babe, that's disgusting” “You started it” He smiles at you, then this becomes a grin, realizing how you were positioned. Your perfect body laying on the couch, impotent by his legs around your body. Your face was full of pumping, but your face reflected that smile of yours, that made Mark lose his balance. You never looked so beautiful.

He leans over to you, giving you a slow and soft kiss. You follow him, deepening the kiss with your tongue moving to his lips. He reacts quickly and opens his mouth for you. Touching the side of your body with his hands full of the vegetable, but at this point it didn’t matter to you. “Baby, what about the pumpkins?” He asks you in his lips. “It can wait” You say before attacking his lips again.

Renjun x Halloween Makeup

“Can I see now?” You ask, trying to look in the mirror you had in front of you, but Renjun quickly covers your vision with his body. “Focus on me.” He orders, putting his hand in your chin, to continue with his work. You try to hide your smile, when you see him being this bossy. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his gaze full of concentration to every feature of your face. You have been sitting there for an hour, but Renjun didn’t seem tired or bored. It was different for him since he was standing. But when you offered to take a break, he refused because he didn’t want you to see his work yet.

And to think this all started in the same bed, with the two of you scrolling in your phones. You were on Pinterest and he was on TikTok. As it was Halloween, you were looking for costume ideas. Suddenly, you see a beautiful makeup look of Avatar. Renjun and your favorite movie. You thought it would be a good idea to try, but then you remember that your makeup skills were zero. “I wish I knew how to do makeup.” You said spontaneously, attracting your boyfriend's attention. He saw the photo of the girl and leaned his head. “I could do it” He stated confidently. So after that, you bought the items you needed, got home and sat on the bedroom bed, with Renjun between your legs.

“I just want to know if my boyfriend's work is paying off.” You say, watching him pass a brush in your forehead. He gives you an indignant face, leaning backwards. “You don’t trust my artistic skills?” You rolled your eyes and took his waist with your hands. “I do. You're the only person who could make me beautiful.” He turns annoyed and sighs, stepping backwards. “How many times do I have to say it? You are beautiful” He did tell you that many times. It wasn't like you wanted him to say it. You genuinely thought of yourself as someone regular. But to Renjun you were a piece of art that needed more recognition. You just nod and try to bring him closer. He shakes his head, putting his hands on your shoulders to keep you away. “Say it” You lean your head confused, but Renjun just gives you that gaze when something bothers him, because it’s so obvious. So you roll your eyes and say softly, “I’m pretty”. Renjun points at you with the brush and makes a gesture for you to speak louder. “Oh god, I’m pretty!” You say fed up. He smiles triumphantly and moves over, for you to finally see yourself in the mirror. “I think now you can finally see it.”

You stay still for a while, processing how beautiful you look. You weren’t completely covered in blue, like everyone thought you would be when you told them. Haechan literally dropped on the floor laughing, when you said to him what you were planning to do. Thinking you were going to look like Renjun when he dressed up as a smurf. This was different. Only the edges of your forehead were painted with blue, with the blue lines coming out very detailed. He also painted your eyes with different shades of blue. Little white dots were covering your nose and forehead, and your nose was a little blue in the bone. “Wow” you say, amazed by the impeccable work of Renjun. Your boyfriend sits beside you in the bed, giving you an “I told you” look. “I think now you say, thank you.” He says, mocking you with the brush in your face. You take it away, angry because of his reaction. But in the end you smile, you can't get mad at him. “Thank you Renjun. It's perfect.” He nods, giving you a grin in the process. “I know”

You sigh, unbelieving the confidence he had. You shove him off the bed, and he falls on the ground. But quickly, he grabs your arm for you to fall on top of him. You yell at him and start tickling, since you know he hates it. He starts to defend himself, but it is hopeless. “Ok, ok, I give up!” He screams defeated. You stop, smiling, feeling more victorious than ever. Now that things were calm, you finally see his face. Looking at you with care, analytic. Like he always did. He couldn’t understand how beautiful you were. He puts his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “I see you” You smile at him and do the same with your hand. “I see you”

Jeno x Scary movies

Trying to enter the apartment, with grocery bags in your hand, was a lot more difficult than you thought. It was 4:45 PM, so you still had time to prepare for the party you and Jeno were hosting. Well, you weren’t considering a party. It was just some friends of Jeno and some of yours. You close the door behind you and go to the kitchen. The department was silent, so you figured Jeno hadn't got home. Still, you asked to be secure. “Baby?” You look in the hallway expecting to see something, but you see and hear nothing. You start to take out the things in the bags and accommodate them in the cabinets. That’s when you hear a sound coming from behind you. You turn around and see nothing. “Jeno?” You ask with a scared tone. The apartment was dark, even in the morning, so the atmosphere was even scarier. But you were not going to be intimidated by Jeno. Not when he could be here, helping you. You go around the kitchen island to go find him, or whatever the source of that sound was. “Jeno, I don’t care if it's Halloween, you are going to help me, you’ll like it or not '' You say walking first to your bedroom. And there you find him. “Sorry baby, I don’t think I’m in conditions.”

Jeno was in bed without his shirt on, covered in blankets, being a sweating mess. His hair was wet and stuck on his forehead. His body was shivering because of the cold, but you knew it was hot. And his face was pale as a ghost. Your boy had a flu. “Shit, Jeno.” You say, hurrying to his side, kneeling beside the bed. “What happened?” He closes his eyes, and tries to smile through the pain. “It started in the morning. I didn’t want to bother you.” You try to protest, but he stops you by putting his hand on your face. “You looked so calm baby, and I know you had sleeping problems lately, so I went to work earlier. But it got worse, so they sent me home.” You purse your lips, shaking your head in disbelief. You gently punch his arm. “You are an idiot.” Jeno gives you that smile that comes with his eyes. “I’m a sick idiot now.” You laugh and kiss his cheek. “Stay here.” You go to the bathroom and wet a towel. Then go to him and put it on his forehead. He tries to take it out for discomfort, but you insist. “Don’t be a baby.” He pouts his lips when he hears you. “But I’m your baby” You rub his arms to give him comfort. “Yeah, you are. Now be a good baby, and stay tight while I cook you some soup. Okay?” He nods and you stand up. But then Jeno realized something. He grabs your arm quickly. “What about the party?” You sight, thinking it through. You couldn’t receive guests with Jeno state, besides you weren’t at a party mode anyway. “Let’s cancel it.” “But baby, it’s Halloween. You love Halloween.” He sits on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, with his head pressing against your stomach. It’s true, Halloween was your favorite holiday. Every year, you wanted to do something fun and special, since you loved it so much. But the boy, whose body was a hundred degrees hot, was more special to you. You kiss his head and lead him to the bed. “I love you more. Also, we can still do something. Jisung gave us his HBO account, remember? We can have a marathon of scary movies.” He smiles at you while rubbing your arms with his fingers. “But no popcorn for you. It’s not good for your throat.” He makes a groan, sulky. You laugh at his reaction, and get close to give him a kiss. “I love you” His lips were pouted, but he still murmured an “I love you too.” You covered him well in the blankets and went to the kitchen to make your famous chicken soup.

In the way, you also call your friends to let them know that the party was canceled. Most of them understood, but Chenle still wanted to go to the house to hang out. You hung up before he could beg you. After a while everything was ready. You went with the soup and the popcorn on a tray to the bedroom. Jeno was half asleep, but when he saw you his face illuminated, even if he was pale as paper. You gave him the soup carefully to not burn him. But he just looked at you foolishly. “How is it that you are so beautiful?” He says looking at you, gawking. You just smile and continue to give him his soup. When you finish, you get in the bed, to start watching the movies.

You first start with The Purge, since it was your favorite. You start to cuddle, with you being the big spoon. During the movie, Jeno tries to take out popcorn, but you smack his hand in the process. He starts to whine about it, and since you found it so cute, you give him some. Then in the middle of the movie, Jeno turns his body to you, to be the big spoon. You tried to stop him, since you wanted to take care of him, but he insisted. While watching the movie, he starts to caress your arm with his fingers. You don’t do anything since you thought it was an innocent move. But then, his nose starts poking your cheek and his lips pressing against your neck. “Focus on the movie.” You say, tapping his hand. “This is more interesting.” He starts to deepen the kisses on your neck. For sure, a mark would appear later. Your breathing became heavier, and your skin became hotter. “Jeno, you’re sick.” He already was giving you kisses on your shoulder, pushing your shirt down to feel your skin. “Treat me well then.” His hands were on your stomach, pushing you towards him. You could feel his bare and hot chest against your back. And something growing in your lower back. “Let me love you.” The movie was long forgotten.

Happy Halloween 🎃🧡

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Strawberry Syrup - Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks Reader [Part Four]

A/N: Hi everyone, I am so so so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I got sick right after Halloween and things got super crazy. My cousin brought home a stray kitten that I've been taking care of, had to get some kitten formula and slowly get her to eat hard food.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, though, you get some soft Bigby, grumpy Bigby, and protective Bigby all in one!

See you in part five,

𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 🥀

Snow White’s gaze lifts quickly as Bigby barrels through the door to the Witching Well chamber, nostrils flaring. She shoots to her feet, but before she can utter a single sound, he’s out of the Business Office and sprinting down the hallway.

Bigby dives down the stairs, five at a time and shoves the front door open, nearly slamming the door into Trusty John. He skids to a stop just outside the gate, looking left, then right, a couple continue their way away from the apartment complex, umbrella hovering over them both to keep them dry from the New York rain. But there is no sign of [Y/N].

He takes a deep breath, inhaling through his nose, but it’s hard to smell anything through the damp. He closes his eyes and focuses in on his nose, blocking out the drips of the rain until they become a dull thrum in the distance. He takes another deep breath- Petrichor, wet garbage, coffee from the coffee shop on the corner, mud. The wrinkles between Bigby’s thick brows deepen in frustration.

Where the hell are you?

He clenches his knuckles and takes one more, deep breath, and then, there in the distance, a brief waft of cookies and unscented lotion. His eyes snap open and he hurries down the street, following the scent. Her scent wasn’t getting farther away, she was staying still, but she still had one hell of a head start on him. If he weren’t so focused on getting to her before anyone else did, he’d enjoy the excuse to go for a run.

When he finally rounds the corner, 45 blocks away from the Woodland Apartments, he spots her standing under a canopy, clutching her arms around herself to keep warm. A sense of relief washes over him when he spots her, his chest heaving against his white button up, skin clinging to the now damp fabric. He catches his breath as he steps closer, her head turned as she looks down the street. As if she can feel his approach, she turns her head quickly with nervous eyes, but she relaxes when she sees it’s him.

“Oh, Sheriff, you startled me. What are you doing here?”

“I need you to come back to the Business Office with me for further questioning.” he answers.

Her brows raise in surprise, “Again? I just left.”

“I know, but I found something. I’ll explain more when we get back.”

She reaches out from under the canopy, palm turned up as she feels for raindrops. It has stopped for the time being,

“Let’s go before the rain starts up again, we have a ways to go.” he looks over at her and she nods, once.

As they step through the door into the Business Office, again, Snow White makes her way to Bigby, quickly.

“Bigby,” concern is veiled enough for [Y/N] not to notice, but Bigby is well aware of it after the years they’ve worked together, “what happened? Why did you run out of here without an explanation?” Now she sounds irritated. Classic Snow.

“The body that was glamoured to look like [Y/N] was a Mundie.” Snow’s eyes widen and her hand moves to cover her mouth as Bigby continues speaking, “I have a suspect, though.”

Hope and fire fills Snow’s gaze again, while [Y/N]’s is more silent curiosity.

"Who do you think did this?" Snow asks

"Red."

"My sister? There's no way Rose Red did this." Her eyes widen, but Bigby shakes his head.

"No, Red Riding Hood. There was a note on the body. It was signed by Riding Hood. Or, at least, the killer wants us to think it's Riding." He heads back towards the Witching Well chamber, flanked by the two women.

“With all due respect, Sheriff, I know Red. She’d never do something like this.” [Y/N] says, tentatively.

Bigby steps into the chamber and makes his way towards the body, plucking the small note off the ground. He holds it out to the blonde woman, and she hesitates for a moment, eyes lingering on the paper. She takes it and reads it silently, over and over again.

“Are you certain it’s her?” Snow asks, trying to gauge his expression, hoping for a moment of explanation in his eyes.

“It’s hard to say, the paper has no scent to it. And [Y/N] hasn’t seen her since we left the homelands.”

[Y/N]’s eyes finally lift from the paper, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Time changes everyone, the Riding that exists now may not be the same one you knew.”

“No, I know Red. I know her better than anyone.”

“Then why haven’t you visited her since she took residence in Fabletown and escaped the Homelands?” He asks, voice monotone, unphased by the narrowing of the blondes eyes and Snow’s frustrated bunched brows.

“I’m not sure how that’s any of your business, or any relevance to your job, Mr. Wolf.” she says, glaring at him.

“It’s relevant, because you’re going to be seeing her shortly.”

The blonde’s eyes widen before understanding settles in, “You want me to take you to her so you can question her?” Despite the blank stare he gave her, she knew she was correct. Even so, it doesn’t change anything, “I don’t know where she lives.”

Snow puts a comforting hand on [Y/N]’s shoulder, “It’s alright, I’ll have Bufkin grab the book we need.” she turns and walks out of the chamber.

[Y/N] holds onto the paper and past one of Bigby’s broad shoulders, she can see brown tufts of hair, lustreless. She walks past the Sheriff, the hand holding the note falling to her side. She examines the woman’s face, somberly, before gently brushing her hair out of her face. She cups her cheek, acutely aware of Bigby’s gaze watching her like a hawk- or, wolf, rather.

“We should inform her family.”

“You know that would jeopardize Fabletown.” Bigby’s tone is harsher than he meant it to be and she turns, looking at him.

“Her family will be wondering where she went, what happened to her, and will die without closure. The least we can do is tell them she’s passed.” she insists

“And we’d tell them, what? That the police are investigating, that we’ll keep in touch, that there will be a Mundie trial when there won’t be? Think for a minute. How much would you be putting in jeopardy?”

“But she deserves a burial.”

“If you want to bury her, go ahead, but it’s better if the family doesn’t know. At least, not yet.”

[Y/N] clenches her fists, looking down before she heads for the main office.

He groans and listens to the quiet for a long moment, looking at the Mundie’s face, again, before he turns and follows.

[Y/N] stops at Snow’s desk, examining the leatherbound book opened up. Snow flips through pages as Bufkin sits perched on the far end of the thick wood desk. He casts [Y/N] a friendly, drunken smile as she approaches. She flips a couple more pages before stopping. While the other residents of Fabletown were written in clean calligraphic print via magic, Red Riding Hood’s address was hand written in pen. Snow scribbles the address down on a scrap piece of paper, handing it to Bigby as he stops in front of her desk.

Bigby takes it, and grabs the small note from earlier that [Y/N] set down on the table. “Let’s get going.” [Y/N] nods, and takes a deep breath, silently wishing she had something sweet or fresh baked to ease her anxiety. Something like…fresh waffles with blueberries and strawberry syrup.

The pair approach a lovely farmhouse and quietly walk up the steps to the porch. [Y/N] notices the vines wrapped around the white painted wood fence around the porch, then looks at the heavy brown door. She can hear her heart in her ears, and is certain her hands are shaking. She chews her lip nervously, and glances at the Sheriff. Did she hope he’d comfort her? She isn’t sure, but he only looks at her, before motioning to the door.

At least now she’s less nervous and more irritated with him. She steps forward and gently pushes the doorbell. And then they wait. Her hands fumble with her clothing, fold against her chest, unfold and hang, then clasp behind her back. She taps her toes, awkwardly until there is a click at the door and the knob turns, opening in front of her.

A young woman with short chocolate brown hair and matching eyes opens the door, dressed in a pair of fitted light blue jeans rolled up at the ankle and a simple red blouse. When the women lock eyes, all nervousness seems to fade from [Y/N] as Riding’s eyes light up in surprise and delight.

“Goldy!” The brunette lunges forward and throws her arms around her friend, and [Y/N] returns the embrace, tightly.

“Red! I’ve missed you!” The blonde laughs, hollowly, misty eyed already.

Red pulls away slightly, hands on her friends shoulders,

“How have you been? Oh, we have so much we need to catch up on, come inside-” her eyes look over, having seen a silhouette in her peripheral vision. Her expression turns mildly sour and uncomfortable. “You brought the Sheriff to my doorstep?” Her voice is wounded, and now she steps back fully, an invisible wall rising between the friends. [Y/N]’s heart tightens, despite having expected such a reaction.

“Red, I understand how it looks, but it’s serious, I promise.”

Red looks between them, and Bigby finally speaks up, “I need to ask you some questions.”

“About?”

“Two nights ago, where were you between midnight through five a.m.?”

She examines him, eyes narrowing slightly, “Why am I being questioned?”

“Just answer-”

“A Mundie woman was murdered and glamoured to look like me.” [Y/N] interrupts and Bigby looks over at her quickly, frustration evident in his face. “I don’t believe it was you, but the Sheriff needs proof to rule you out.”

Red looks over at Bigby, folded arms tightening against her middle, “I’m suspected of murder and *you* need proof that I didn’t do it? The irony.” she looks between the two of them before she lets out a weak sigh, turning just enough to grab the doorknob and push it open for them. Bigby doesn’t miss her avoiding turning her back on them - on him- and follows [Y/N] inside before Red follows, closing and locking the door behind her. “Take a seat on the couch.” [Y/N] carefully sits on the couch, tucking her ankles together to take up as little space as possible. Bigby remains standing and Red walks into the living room, sitting in a chair, “Where was I two nights ago after midnight? I was home in bed, on my phone, ordering some things.”

“What things?” Bigby asks

Red lets out an annoyed hum, “Personal things.”

“Do you have proof?” Bigby presses and [Y/N] looks at him, concerned and upset at how he’s treating her friend.

Red sighs, pulling out her phone and opening it up to a new internet tab, typing in a website and clicking on a few icons on the screen before turning the phone to show him. Lilypad centerpieces with flowers and lights, an archway made of flowers, and a red hair clip. “If you look right here, that’s the date I ordered it.”

“Hmm…there’s no time stamp, is there anyone who can confirm you were here when you ordered these?”

Red’s face pinkens a bit and she brings her phone back to herself, “Flycatcher was with me.”

“Flycatcher?” [Y/N] asks, curiously.

“Yeah….” Red smiles a bit to herself, but [Y/N] knows that smile. She smiles knowingly, but keeps it to herself.

Bigby notices the notepad on the table and picks it up, examining it. It looks like a grocery list. “Going shopping?”

“Sometime this afternoon, yes. Why?”

“Nice handwriting.” he sets it down and walks for the door, “Time to pay Flycatcher a visit.”

“Wait,” [Y/N] says, standing from the couch, “why don’t you just call him? It might be easier than just going all over the place like this. And then…I’ll have some time to spend with Red? If she’ll have me?” she looks at her long time friend, hope glinting in her eyes.

Before Red can respond, Bigby shakes his head, “I don’t have a phone I can use, and it’s easier to recognize a liar if I can see them. Let’s go.” he walks out.

[Y/N] frowns and looks at Red, “Is it okay if I write my phone number on your notepad, so you have it for later?”

Red examines her for a moment, glances towards the front door that Bigby had disappeared through, and for a moment, it looks as if she is going to refuse. [Y/N] braces herself for disappointment, but instead, Red nods, “Write it down, but I’ve been busy, so I won’t be available for calls very often.”

[Y/N]’s eyes widen and she nods, “Of course, I understand.” she quickly scribbles her phone number down on the page behind Red’s shopping list.

“Oh, and Goldy?”

[Y/N] looks up at her, heart racing, “Yes?”

“Don’t bring him here ever again.”

[Y/N] frowns, “I can’t promise that, I’m sorry.” she walks out, not looking at her friend, lest she see the betrayal in those muffin brown eyes and cry.

“Is this what you do everyday?” [Y/N] asks, nestling in the back seat of the taxi.

“Depends on what kind of case it is. Normally, I’m in my office sifting through files. Keeping everyone from killing each other does require some running around.”

“Evidently.” She stifles a yawn before she looks out the window, it has started raining again and the sky darkened into a macabre looming mass of dark gray on the trip back to the Woodland Apartments. The quick rhythm of droplets on the window soothes her as the weight in her eyelids begin to give way. She gives in and allows herself to fall asleep, safe in the Sheriff's company.

Bigby feels a weight on his shoulder and glances over, his nose plunging into a soft sea of golden curls that smell like sunlight, gingerbread, and petrichor. He cranes his neck a bit to look down, finding [Y/N] in an uncomfortable position with her cheek squished between his shoulder and the seat. Her hair has fallen into her face, and he sighs inwardly, looking up at the driver before he carefully grabs the woman’s shoulder. He carefully rotates her body and looks at the seat. If he leans her head back, she’ll get a crick in her neck. He looks down at her again and lets out a huff through his nose, leaning her head onto his shoulder again, awkwardly. Her hair tickles his nose and he wrinkles it, fighting back a sneeze. He looks at her and tentatively hooks her hair with the back of his fingertips, tucking it behind her ear. Her lips are slightly parted and he can see a little bit of drool peaking out and dark circles under her eyes. He looks out the window again with a quiet sigh.

“[Y/N].”

She feels a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. Bark, grass, soil, cigarettes- She’s warm and comfortable, she curls in further.

“[Y/N], wake up.” A heavy hand on her arm, and she opens her eyes, begrudgingly. She can see a white long sleeve, black slacks and the back of a seat. She blinks the sleep away and sits upright, realizing with a start who she’s laying on.

“I’m up, I’m up.” he rubs her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment and follows Bigby out of the taxi. He pays the driver, but [Y/N] is already heading for the doors. She hears him catch up before Trusty John even has the chance to greet her or open the doors. She covers her mouth to hide another yawn and stops, waiting for the Sheriff to take the lead.

He stops by the desk and asks Grimble about Flycatcher, but she’s still a thrall of sleep-wake limbo. She can hear the two men speak to each other, but it sounds more like the adults in that cartoon with the boy, the dog, and the girl with the football. She follows quietly behind the Sheriff as he makes his way through the halls. He catches Flycatcher in a hallway, finishing up his mopping job.

She yawns again to herself and tries to pay attention to the conversation, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much good. She leans against the wall, hearing the low hum of their voices and slowly allows herself to slide down the wall until her butt hits the floor. Her chin finds her knees with swift ease and her eyes droop closed in moments.

“We were both in bed, and she was asking my opinion on table settings. I’m not a fancy guy, but Riding is just considerate like that. I got home around nine.” Flycatcher says, his hair almost obscuring his green eyes, but he can see enough to tell he’s honest.Thinking back, he recalls Flycatcher leaving early enough that it would put him arriving at their home around 8:45 - 9. He sighs and nods, the only thanks Flycatcher can expect before he turns.

[Y/N] sits, her back against the wall with her face in her knees and her hands tucked between the back of her thighs and her heels. Her hair hangs in coiled curtains. Bigby glances over at Flycatcher, “Any chance you got the time?”

The ginger glances down at his wrist watch, “Uh, around 10 pm.”

Bigby scratches the back of his head, looking at [Y/N], “Right. Thanks.” He walks over and kneels beside her. He reaches out to shake her awake, but hesitates. Flycatchers footsteps disappear down the hall and Bigby looks over his shoulder. The hall is quiet, still, empty save for them. He turns his gaze to the sleeping woman again, really not wanting to wake her, again.

He slides one arm between her lower back and the wall, using the other to pull her arms out of their alcove. She stirs and lifts her head, blinking dreamily at him.

“Mmmm? Are you done?”

“For now.”

She nods and lifts her arms to rub her eyes.

“Just…gimme a…moment…I’ll…” she falls asleep again with her eye and cheekbone in her palm. He sighs in quiet exasperation, slipping his other arm under her knees. He lifts her, quickly and easily. She’s lighter than he expected, and he carefully adjusts her, walking out of the hallway. He doesn’t bother with the elevator, scaling the stairs with ease, even with the woman asleep in his arms. He can feel her breath on his chest, her curls against his chin through his stubble, the warmth of her skin, and of course smell her scent. Her scent has become a welcome comfort, albeit a secret one. The strange familiarity and serenity makes him both uneasy and relieved. It’s a delicious, dangerous game that he’ll have to end after the murderer is captured. He has to keep up appearances. Whether she sees him as dangerous, vicious, and cruel is irrelevant. His reputation has both been a benefit and a pain, but around [Y/N], it’s as if none of his past existed. He isn’t so sure that’s a good thing. He thinks back to the scoldings, and the challenges she posed against him in her apartment. But then he remembers the muffins, the easy smiles, and the laughs.

He makes it to his apartment door, awkwardly opens his door, carrying her through the door and quietly closes the door with his foot. He makes his way to his recliner and gently sets her down. She sinks into the worn leather, and he runs a hand through his hair, looking around as he tries to think of where he might have a spare blanket. He searches around his apartment until he finally finds a small brown throw blanket and he walks over to his recliner, gently covering her with the blanket. She inhales deeply and adjusts, her forearm moving under her neck. He rubs his eyes with one hand, walking over and sitting at the table.

It isn’t the first all-nighter he’s pulled, it won't be the last.

#bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf #fem reader #twau bigby

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paninicupcakke · 2 months ago

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Why bother? 💉⚾️🎃

(Blunt trauma one shot series)

Tattoo artist! Scout - Freddie

Mourning! Medic - Conrad

(CW: grieving, angst, death of loved ones)

🌹AU context & lore:

🎃

“Sooo…what’re you dressin’ up as this year?” Freddie eagerly asked. Casually sitting on top of the doctor’s desk, making sure not to crush any of his paperwork. Conrad let out a small sigh as he put down his pen. Glancing up at his giddy colleague beside him.

“I’m not celebrating Halloween this year.” Conrad replied while adjusting his glasses. To some that sounded completely reasonable, to the scout those words felt like daggers. That sentence alone was completely out of character for the doctor. Freddie sat there perplexed for a few moments before speaking up.

“Uh…you’re jokin’ right? Halloween’s your favorite holiday.” Scout said in disbelief.

“And? You’re point?” Conrad firmly replied.

“But you love dressin’ up with us. Y-You can’t just bail on the Halloween party!” Freddie persisted while furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry but I’m not going. I am very busy on Halloween night. I could not get the day off of work this year. So why bother dressing up?” Conrad sternly stated with a shrug. The spark in the doctor’s eyes was far from gone.

“Aw, please doc! Can’t you come for just a little bit after work? We can’t have a Halloween party without you. T-That’s like salt without pepper!” Freddie passionately begged. Conrad shook his head.

“Nein. My decision is final. Even if I wasn’t working, I would not dress up.” Conrad bitterly replied. Becoming agitated with this conversation. His tormented mind was under a lot of stress with work, along with grieving he simply had little to no patience lately. Freddie frowned at his response, he sat there looking like a kicked puppy. He reached out to gently pat the doctor’s shoulder. Conrad fidgeted slightly but allowed the soft touch.

“You’re killin’ me doc. Please…don’t you think she would’ve wanted you to have a fun time?” Freddie asked. Conrad snapped at that sentence. Mentioning his beloved, deceased friend quickly flooded his mind with several past Halloween memories. His eyes furrowed as he frantically scanned his desk. Countless small items that Rose had gifted him were scattered throughout his office. His emotions got the best of him and consumed him whole. Conrad swiftly stood up from his desk.

“Of course she would have! But I cannot simply do what I want all the time Scout! LIFE’S NOT FAIR! GET USED TO IT!” Conrad angrily snapped at his colleague. His glaring gaze soon turned into one of despair. Accidentally losing his temper at the one teammate he confided in. Freddie flinched slightly at the doctor’s tone, he hopped off his desk and stood back on his feet. The German’s cheeks were flushed and soon wet. Tears dribbling down his face as he began to speak.

“Freddie wait! D-don’t leave. I’m sorry, I-I did not mean to raise my voice at you.” Conrad quickly apologized. His desperate voice stammered as he choked back his tears. Without much thought, Freddie simply pulled the other man into a warm embrace. Conrad’s eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t goin’ no where. It’s gonna take way more than that to get rid of me.” Freddie said while gently patting his back. After hearing those words, Conrad slowly melted into the younger man’s arms. He wasn’t expecting the scout to be so forgiving. His melancholy consumed him completely. The doctor’s black brimmed hat fell to the office floor as he hung his head into the crook of Freddie’s shoulder. Weeping desperately while holding onto his lanky colleague. Both men slowly began sinking onto the cold, tile floor. Sat with their others arms wrapped around each other. Freddie nuzzled in close, allowing the doctor to cry as much as needed.

“Y-You’re the one who told me to not let that child inside of you die. Everyone else can be miserable and kill off their childhood but I won’t! Life frickin’ sucks! The least we can do is dress up and pretend to be someone else for one goddamn day.” Freddie passionately explained as tears rolled down his cheeks. He held tightly onto Conrad, beginning to sniffle himself. The German let those words sink in while gently caressing the back of scout’s head. He suddenly reached up and grabbed the tissue box on the edge his desk. Plucking several tissues out and dispersing them to each other. A saddened grin crept across his cheeks, he took a deep breath before speaking.

“I-I’ll dress up…if only for you.” Conrad stammered. He then began to gently clean up the young man’s tears. Taking some responsibility for making the scout cry as well. Freddie sniffled with a bashful and sad smile.

“Good. I-It ain’t just for me y’know. Didn’t she like Halloween too?” Freddie asked. Glancing up at the small framed picture on the doctor’s desk. A photo of the elderly woman alongside Conrad, both smiling while sat on the bus together. Conrad took in a shaky breath before replying.

“Yes. She sewed a couple of mein past costumes.” Conrad said while taking his glasses off and setting them up onto his desk. Both men slowly began to stand back up. Conrad continued blowing his nose and cleaning himself up with several tissues. Freddie suddenly pulled the doctor into a side hug, wrapping his arm around his waist. Resting his head on taller man’s shoulder while looking down at the photo.

“I-I never met her but she sounds like a really cool lady from what you’ve told me.” Freddie said followed by a small sniffle. Conrad nodded his head.

“She was.” Conrad stammered with a sad grin. He trembled slightly before completely breaking down again. He suddenly grabbed the young man by his shirt and pulled him back into a tight embrace. Freddie witnessed the doctor’s loud, sorrowful groaning. It was difficult to hear his beloved friend hurting so much. He quickly wrapped both arms around him and rubbed his back continuously.

☁️🚌

“You’re always on about that young man. I’d bite the bullet soon and ask him on a date if I were you. Doesn’t have to be nothin’ fancy y’know. Rose said with a grin. Handing Conrad back a photograph of all of the BLU team mercenaries together. Conrad let out an anxious sigh, glancing up from the picture to look out the bus’s window momentarily.

“I-I don’t know if he even likes men. On top of that, I-I’m not exactly built like the average man.” Conrad nervously replied. Referring to one of his biggest secrets about himself that only Rose knew about.

“You’ll never know if you don’t ask.” Rose said with a small shrug.

“I-I can’t do that. That’s not professional. He’s seven years younger than I am, it wouldn’t be right.” Conrad admitted bashfully. Sticking the photograph of his colleague’s back into his work bag.

“You two see each other after work don’t you? Ask him then.” Rose bluntly suggested.

“It’s not that simple.” Conrad said with a small frown. The bus had suddenly come to a full stop. The elderly woman grabbed her purse and stood up slowly. Several other bus passengers had quickly passed by her. Rose gazed down at her beloved travel companion.

“Well, it is that simple. The least you can do is try. If you don’t at least ask him, you’ll live to regret it. Trust me.” Rose firmly stated. Conrad listened intently, letting out a small sigh.

“I’ll try to…eventually.” Conrad shyly promised. Rose grinned and lightly patted the man’s shoulder.

“Good. Now you have a good day at work. I’ve gotta get going, my soaps are about to start.” Rose said with a chipper grin. Conrad snickered.

“Auf wiedersehen.” Conrad said with a small wave goodbye. Rose waved back and began walking down the aisle, exiting the bus. Conrad sat there pondering, debating on wether to take her advice.

☁️

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sukunasun · 4 months ago

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sunnnyyy hiii love ur work, Ive been trying to access the geto fic where the reader is dressed like an angel for a halloween party, and i can’t :(( it’s so cute and honestly although it’s fiction it makes me have hope that as a chubby person myself, i’ll get my love. idk im sorry for the last part thanks so much tho !!

hello! there's no need to apologise, i completely understand the feeling so thanks for letting me know and i'll leave the fic below and update the link on the masterlist :)

geto stares at you from across the room.

"look who fell from heaven." mahito teases as he looks over to you standing in a corner, lip tucked between your teeth as you gnaw at the growing uneasiness in your tummy, anxiety swirling in an endless pit at the number of people sneaking glances at you in an angel costume; gold-dipped feathers, ruffled white dress stopping short at just the right length revealing soft thighs, your breasts pushed up by a corset, knee-length shoes that fit snugly over your calves, and a pair of wings you probably put way too much effort in compared to everyone else who showed up in cat ears and witches' hats. you wonder when halloween parties become more about the booze and making out in some stranger's bedroom.

"go ahead, i dare you." mahito challenges, with his chin tucked into his palm, he languidly glances over to geto with cool, calculating eyes and he can already see the cogs turning in his head, planning out another one of his sadistic plots.

"not a chance." geto says. he'd make the first move himself if he could, walk towards you, lean in close, and sweet-talk you til you're in his bed, leaving your scent in his sheets, staining his lips with the very essence that drips from you were it not for the way you currently look the very picture of pure; an angel seems so fitting now that he can't pull his eyes away, trailing over a full figure made to perfection, all shy smiles and wide eyes, a cup of fruity punch without a single drop of alcohol, the cheerful wallflower at every party, who scrunches her eyebrows and laughs to herself when she thinks she said something stupid, "sorry, am i making sense?" you say in every conversation, fiddling innocently with your phone like you weren't pretending to text someone just to seem occupied and 'sociable'. even gojo's got his hands tucked into his pockets when he speaks to you, no coy smiles or double entendres, and geto knows he only gets like that when he's speaking to children or the elderly.

"what, you're too good for her?" mahito says. quite the opposite really, he couldn't be the guy who tainted you. how sweet, how lovely you were just standing there, swimming in your own thoughts, thinking about going home and feeling sorry for yourself. he wished he could tell you otherwise, show you exactly how he'd love you, obsess over you. couldn't begin to imagine what you were like when you're coming to life, holding no barriers, letting loose and letting him in. what it would be like when he's hovering over you, dark eyes taking in the sight of your body, salivating and hungry for it, to sink his teeth into your neck and nudge his cock deep inside you. would you try to hide, tell him to look away so he whispers to you all the things he loves to quell your worries, your doubts, or would you show him a side of yourself that's wanting, that you bury deep down inside for true love, your other half, a perfect person, you're one and only. the thought itself so naive yet, he wants you even more because of it.

geto brings his drink up to his lips, condensation from the bottle dripping over his jeans, needing that little bit of liquid courage for his next admission, "she's not my type. good girls, angels, not the kind i'm looking for." he reasons, swallows it down with the bitter taste of asahi. he catches the sight of you watching him, eyes darting away the moment he looks at you, the gesture so endearing something starts to hurt in his chest.

it earns him a laugh in return, "are you serious? you wouldn't last a week before you're in deep," mahito grins, because geto's always going after what he thinks he deserves, girls who would never give him what he longs for ultimately because what he truly wants is too far out of reach. he craves the ones he can protect, with soothing touches and a morning voice calling out to him, 'come back to bed baby.' and he'd stay, if only they wanted him to. "wanna bet on it? either you ask her out or i'll have fun with her myself." mahito leans closer, keeping his voice lowered.

geto tilts an eyebrow up in lieu of asking the meaning behind it because he's never been that much of a prick, sure, mahito loves to fuck everyone else's life up and geto doesn't know when he ever got roped into all of it but this was something else, you were something else. he could've named a dozen times off the top of his head that mahito had hurt a girl, an unsuspecting, trusting girl. with almost methodical precision, knowing exactly how to lead the innocent ones on, pretending to be interested, turn them into a heartbroken mess because it's what he does, toying with people's emotions had been his thing and he imagines you with a swollen face, downcast eyes brimming with tears, the thought seizing him by the guts and twisting into reluctance, frustration pressing on his shoulders in layers.

he breathes in deeply, downs the very last of his drink before he gets up and makes his way over to you. as his steps grow heavier, the only comfort he feels is that you'd be better off dealing with him than with mahito. because at least geto wouldn't hurt you...of course not.

#ask #anon #sunpiece #geto suguru

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year ago

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hey hey, so trying my luck with the october request.

Since it's spooky time: halloween pumpkin carving date with they/them reader and Miroslava? I miss her. Maybe something like reader feeling jealous bc Miro spends so much time with Itsuki, not knowing that she just helps Miro planning a date she wants to ask the reader out to.

If I get in and you decide to write it: thank you so much!! <3

Carving Out Time

Miroslava Honebami x They/Them Reader

A/N: I just wanna say to the person who asked for that part two to Scholarships that I am sooo sorry it’s taking so long. I just can’t remember what happened in the manga enough to write out something without re-reading that part, but to find the energy to do it is not working out. And now sorry to this person, because now that I’m re-reading the prompt, I’m thinking this might’ve supposed to have been a first date situation and I messed up. Hope you still find it somewhat enjoyable? Sorry if the spacing is as weird to y’all as it looks to me, I’m posting this while in the car on a different device. Word Count: 1,384

“Good morning, Miro!” (Y/n) darted around the corner they had just seen their partner turn mere moments ago, somehow expecting to sneak up on her for a hug from behind, but of course, Miroslava was already staring over her shoulder, golden eyes boring right into (Y/n)’s the second they came into view.

“Good morning, (Y/n).” She replied a small, but genuine smile. “Did you sleep well last night?” She lightly ran a gloved finger over their cheek, “You look tired.”

“I’m just excited that it’s finally Friday.” They yawn. “You know how much I enjoy fall, and the leaves are just right so I’m really hype about spending time with you tonight!”

Miroslava winces almost imperceivably, but having a partner who regularly gambles and is getting better at reading her micro-expressions by the day, (Y/n) mood dampened.

“No way, you have plans? Again?”

Miroslava had been flaking on (Y/n) all week. Worse yet, it was always with Sumeragi Itsuki for some reason. Itsuki was fine, (Y/n) had no real problem with her, but to be put on the back burner for their partner to go off with her doing god knows what time after time made them feel more than a little jealous.

“Yes, (Y/n), I apologize, but I promise Saturday is all yours.”

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing? Why can’t I come? I promise I’ll stay in the car this time if this has to do with the family “cleaning” business.”

Before Miroslava could confirm that it was not Bami related, Itsuki popped up looking all excited.

“Honebami-san, I got the—“ she noticed (Y/n) standing there and quickly switched gears, something (Y/n) caught and it made them uneasy. “(Y/n), hey! How are things?”

“Fine…” However, the tone (Y/n) was using was indicating that things were indeed not ‘fine’. Not when their partner was once again leaving them high and dry to hang out with the same person she had been hanging out with all week.

Both girls were quite aware of this and had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“So you’re hanging out with Sumeragi again today and I’m not allowed to hang around for a reason you keep neglecting to share with me?”

“I know it looks weird, but it’s nothing bad, I swear!” Itsuki promised.

“Yeah, I believed that excuse the first four times, but now I’m not so sure.”

Miroslava approached (Y/n), placing her hands on either side of (Y/n)’s face, staring deep into their eyes, “It will all become clear tomorrow. I’ll have a car drop by to pick you up. Can you hang on one more day, please, for me?”

(Y/n) tried to hold firm on their position on the matter, but the pure honesty Miroslava’s eyes held made it exceedingly difficult. Finally, they sighed,

“Alright, one more day.”

“Thank you.” Miroslava stroked their cheeks with her thumbs.

“It’s all going to be worth it, you’ll see!” Itsuki chimed in.

(Y/n) managed a small smile, but they still eyed the pair warily. Just what were they doing together that they weren’t allowed to be a part of, nor know about? They went through the rest of the day feeling uneasy, heart clenching jealously every time they would catch a glimpse of Itsuki and Miro throughout the day.

They couldn’t even enjoy the sweet goodbye Miroslava gave them after school that day because watching them leave school together in the same car while (Y/n) was left behind only made the uneasiness and jealousy grow.

They didn’t want to believe something was going on between Itsuki and Miroslava, because their Miro couldn’t possibly do something so distasteful, so heartbreaking, but the more time that passed by, the more the negative little voice in the back of their brain grew. They had another hard time sleeping that night, but not because they were excited about tomorrow, they were anxious for it.

***

They startled out of a stressful dream when their phone started to ring and they cursed when they took note of the time. They were supposed to be out the door almost half an hour ago and now Miro was calling them.

“Hi, sorry, sorry, I over slept. I’m getting out of bed right now.” They said a bit frantically, almost tripping in a tangle of covers.

“Take your time, darling. No need to worry, the driver won’t leave without you. As long as he doesn’t want to find himself at the bottom of the ocean, anyway. So just take your time, wear something comfy that fits the weather and I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, sure, yeah, see you soon.” It was clear (Y/n) was still a bit frazzled as they began digging through their closet for something nice to wear.

“(Y/n), I love you, take your time. I mean it. It’s only fair after I asked you to be so patient this week.”

(Y/n) finally slowed their movements, heart melting at how confident Miroslava sounded when she said she loved them.

“I love you too, I’ll be there soon.”

“I’m looking forward to it. See you soon.”

“See you.”

They hung up and less frantically, but no less quickly, got ready to leave the house. They apologized to the driver for their tardiness and sat on the edge of their seat the entire drive to Miroslava’s house.

When the car slowed to a stop in front of the the lavish home, Miroslava was waiting outside in a cute cream colored sweater, sleek black leggings and cream ankle boots. She looked so pretty and comfy. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to hug her!

When they rolled up to the curb, Miroslava came up to (Y/n)’s door and opened it for them, extending her hand to help them out.

“Welcome, my love.” She kissed their cheek. “I’m glad you made it.”

They got a little dreamy look on their face and smiled, “Me too.”

“Come, there’s much to do.” Miroslava grabbed their hand and lead them through the house to the backyard.

“Wow…!” (Y/n) gasped, they marveled at the changes the backyard had underwent since they had last visited.

There were many cute decorations, but the highlight was probably the lattices decorated with orange, black and white fairy lights. There was a projector screen set up along the fence in front of the outdoor furniture, currently playing a Halloween baking show, but (Y/n) could also see an array of movies sitting nearby. The outdoor kitchenette smelled like cinnamon and sugar. On top of the granite countertop were a few pumpkins of varying size accompanied by an assortment of tools and snacks.

“What do you think? It’s not too much, is it? Itsuki assured me it was perfect, but you know I’m somewhat new to all of this…” Miroslava gestured to the set-up, a faint blush dusting her pale skin.

(Y/n) hugged her tightly. “It is perfect, this is really sweet, thank you so much. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time this week. If I had known…”

“I don’t mind, I can understand why you weren’t happy, I wasn’t happy with having to spend time away from you either. Perhaps next time I should at least tell you it’s a surprise for you instead of being completely tight-lipped.”

(Y/n) squeezed her a bit tighter, “I love you.”

Miroslava melted into the hug, holding them gently, “I love you too. Now, how about we carve some pumpkins?”

“Absolutely!”

They stood next to each other talking and carving the pumpkins while the projector flickered and whirred. When the pumpkins were all lined up and lit, they washed their hands and took a big bowl of snacks to the couch in front of the projector and cuddled beneath the soft and fuzzy throw blankets, stealing a few kisses here and there. Occasionally they’d look back at the row of glowing jack-o-lanterns and chuckle at the more misshapen ones. (Y/n) would have to make sure to thank Itsuki as well for this later.

Laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs and blankets while the leaves rustled overhead and the scents of autumn and candied apple slices wafted over them, (Y/n) began planning their own special date. The fall season wasn’t over yet after all, and the apple slice Miroslava just bit into gave them the perfect idea.

#kakegurui oneshots #kakegurui x reader #miroslava honebami x reader #miroslava x reader #requests #anonymous

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danielfuckingricciardo · 1 year ago

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Sealed With A Kiss - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Word Count - 1.6k

Content Warning - References to death

Synopsis - Charles had a bad day, but you come to him with an offer he simply can’t refuse.

Author’s Note - It’s been a while, huh? Honestly I wasn’t feeling so inspired but now I’m back in the swing of things and here with some spooky fics for the Halloween season! I’m such a Halloween girlie (gn) and I’ve wanted to write something like this for a while. So stay tuned for more spooky fics coming soon!

You approach him with tenacity in your step; the man sat alone at the bar, an empty glass beside his head that rested forlornly in his own arms. He was perfect, just what you needed.

You pull out the stool beside him and take a seat, tapping your talon-like red nails on the bar to attract the attention of the bartender.

“I’ll take a white russian, and another of whatever he’s having.” You say in a silky tone.

The bartender nods and busies himself with preparing the drinks, and you turn your attention to your new depressed drinking buddy.

“Cheer up, darling. One can never be so miserable when someone buys you a drink. It’s simply not polite.” You say, and he looks up at you, taking in your appearance.

You didn’t look like the other patrons of the bar. Most of them insisted on displaying their wealth, showing it off in tasteless and gaudy garments and jewellery that only served as a status symbol and nothing more. But you sat there, understated, in a simple black cocktail dress, with a ruby necklace resting around your neck. Somehow you seemed even more expensive than all the other posers in the bar, you didn’t feel the need to flash your cash, and Charles couldn’t help but be intrigued by you.

“Sorry, I, uh… had a bad day.” He says. “Thank you, though, for the drink.”

Your red lips curl into a smile, and you nod in appreciation.

“Bad day? Care to share your woes with with a complete stranger? A problem shared is a problem halved, or so they say.”

“I suppose. Uh, where to start? It’s my job, I guess. Things haven’t been going so well and my dream seems to be falling further and further out of reach, no matter how hard I try.” He says with a sigh.

You raise your eyebrow at him as the bartender returns with your drinks, and you pause for a moment to take a sip.

“That must be rather hard to deal with, yes? The human mind is a funny thing, often it is its own biggest enemy. You create aspirations and goals for yourself, and as you fail to achieve them, the battle with your mind only becomes more intense, distracting you from your true goal and rendering you further from ever achieving it.”

Charles takes a sip of his drink, “yes, I suppose so. We fight our own demons so much that we get distracted from the real fight.”

You chuckle slightly at his comment, and he looks at you in confusion.

“Then perhaps you should stop fighting those demons? Embrace them, maybe, listen to them.” You say, and you take a small pause to take another sip of your drink. “I think I could help you, Charles Leclerc.”

Charles looks at you, his eyes wide. “You know who I am?”

“I know of you, yes. And I think that I could help you achieve those dreams of yours. But I would require something in return.” You say with a sly smile.

The background noise of the bar suddenly falls silent, and Charles looks around to notice that everyone else around him had disappeared. He looks back at you, only to find that you, too, had disappeared.

“I suppose you would like to know the conditions of my deal.” You say, appearing from thin air behind the bar, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to top up Charles’ drink.

“Who… who are you?” He asks, and you smile at him once again, your eyes becoming black for just a second, before flashing back to their usual colour so quickly that Charles wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it or not.

“You’re a demon, aren’t you?” He asks, and you chuckle.

“Darling, I’m not just a demon… I’m the demon.” You respond.

You appear behind him and tap him on the shoulder with your sharp red nails, and he jumps, turning to face you.

“The name bestowed upon me by Lord Lucifer himself was Mephistopheles, however, unlike many of my demonic counterparts, I have elected to move with the times, so call me (y/n).” You say.

“Okay, (y/n).” Charles says, not looking entirely convinced by your existence.

“I have spent millennia assisting humans like yourself to achieve their dreams. Other demons will grant the wishes of any human who summons them at some dusty crossroads, but I am a little more… selective. The rewards I receive from these deals are much more satisfying.”

“The rewards?” Charles says, and you roll your eyes.

“Human souls.” You say, and Charles’ mouth drops open. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m a demon, not a witch, I’m not about to kidnap your firstborn or do anything else as grotesque. What in hell would I want with a human infant?”

“You want me to give you my soul?” Charles asks.

“Not immediately, no. The typical deal my kind offer to humans is ten years of life in which they experience no pain or suffering, either mentally or physically. We will fix whatever they require us to fix and they can live out those years the way they wish. And come the end, the demon will reap their soul and it provides them sustenance. However, due to my high status in hell, my deals work a little differently.” You say, and Charles looks at you, perplexed.

“I realise this is a lot to take in for a human. But I guarantee you that my offer is indeed worthwhile to you.” You say, and Charles suddenly appears as if deep in thought. It seemed that he was considering your offer.

“What is your offer?” He asks, and your red lips curl into a smile.

“A human soul like yours is worth far more to a demon than the usual soul. So I come to you with a greater deal. I will allow you to live out the entirety of your lifespan, in which you achieve that little dream of yours and live happily ever after. But when the time comes, I will reap your soul and consume it.” You say, and Charles looks rather confused.

“But that could be fifty or sixty years before you get your end of the deal?” He says, and you nod.

“When you’ve been alive for millennia, a single human lifespan feels like mere moments do to you. Trust me when I say, your soul is worth the wait.”

“How can I trust you to hold up your end of the bargain? You’re a demon, you could reap my soul right now and leave me dead in this bar.” Charles says.

“A demon can only reap a soul directly once the human has entered into a direct contract with them. Hell is, well, a bureaucratic hell.” You chuckle, “We are all bound to the contracts we sign, as are you humans. Once the contract is signed I have to deliver, and when you die, so will you.”

“This means I have no chance of getting into heaven, yes?” Charles says, and you roll your eyes.

“How many humans do you think actually make it to heaven? And even so, what makes you think that you’re destined for the pearly gates right now? I assure you, my deal will only serve to enhance your life, and yes, it does remove the infinitesimally small possibility that St. Peter might allow you entrance to that puritanically perfect borefest, but isn’t it worth the gamble? Is that minute chance of heaven really worth giving up everything you have ever dreamed of?” You say, resting your hands on his shoulders.

You lean into his ear ever so slightly, your lips brushing against his earlobe as you speak in a soft tone. “Don’t you want to be world champion? Don’t you want to bring pride to your family, your country, and your beloved team? Charles Leclerc deserves to be etched into the books of history as one of the greats, and I can make it happen. All you have to do, darling, is say the word.”

Charles turns towards you, his face practically touching yours as he speaks, “Yes. I want that.”

“Then allow me to give it to you.” You whisper, your eyes flickering into darkness once again. Charles can’t help but stare deeply into them. It was as if he could see into eternity itself, and he was truly captivated.

He nods, and you capture his lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. In that moment, you get a taste, your first taste of his pure and perfect soul, completely untouched by malice or hate. It was sweet, like ambrosia, and you felt a surge of strength and power run through your body as the contract was signed, binding the two of you eternally.

As you finally pull away, Charles finds himself once again alone amongst the excited conversations of the other patrons of the bar. There was no sign of you, besides the half empty White Russian on the counter, and his own glass, still filled with whiskey, the large ice cube slowly melting into the amber drink.

He quickly downs the beverage and slams his glass on the counter, before walking out of the bar with a sense of determination in his step. He no longer had to fight his inner demons, they didn’t matter anymore. He had a demon on his side now, and all he had to do was win, and in the end, that was all that truly mattered to him.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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wildlife4life · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

I HAVE RETURNED! Hey ya'll, I know its been a hot minute since I've participated in a tag day and just been quietly lurking in the background. I have see everyone's tags in the past several weeks and thank you for not forgetting about me! Quick update, my daughter is doing amazing after getting tubes placed in her ears. Thank you to everyone for the well wishes.

Alright, lets get into it then. Tagged today by @wikiangela @hoodie-buck @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990@callaplums @jesuisici33 and @steadfastsaturnsrings Thank you all so much and thank you to all those who have tagged me in the time I was just lurking and not posting! I look forward to all your works!

As stated previously before, I am taking a small break from NFL Buck and currently working on halloween fics. Its looking like I'll probably only get one out, so I am focused on this one. An established wolf Eddie and witch Buck. Hope you enjoy!

“Chris I don’t control the traffic lights or at least not in this truck I can’t.” He responds in a level voice. “I know that, and I know it’s not the red light’s fault. It’s yours.” The thirteen-year-old snarks back. Eddie whips his head around, eyes flashing gold, only to find his son’s doing the same, “Christopher that is enough.” He growls, meeting the teen’s challenging gaze with his own. Stubborn to a fault and at an age where challenging older wolves is seen as a must, Christopher stares his father down without a single flinch. Eddie just quirks an eyebrow at the challenge and straightens himself up a few inches, showing his son that he still a pup and should stop provoking his father. A minute passes and small golden eyes flick downward in defeat. The color would not fade, not this close to the full moon cresting. “Sorry.” He whispers, sadness lacing he apology. Sighing, Eddie reaches back and grips Christopher’s knee, “It’s okay. And you’re right it is my fault. I shouldn’t have taken so long with saying goodnight to Buck. I know I’ll be seeing him tomorrow afternoon.” Christopher sniffles, “Dad, no. It’s not your fault. I was just… I didn’t want to say goodnight. I wanted Buck with us, and I lashed out at you.” A whine catches in the back of Eddie’s throat, reacting to his pup’s and his own longing for the witch who was family in every way but shifter blood. “I want Buck with us tonight more than anything, but it’s always been this way and we have to trust him when he says it’s for the best.” A small rumbling growl, “He should become a wolf, like Aunt Karen did.” The light turns green, Eddie presses on the gas and grips the steering wheel tight. Karen was entirely human and dying when she finally accepted Hen’s bite. It was an entirely different situation with Buck. “Or even a Lynx shifter like Aunt Maddie.” Christopher adds on and Eddie is close to breaking the steering wheel.

Basis of this story, its a full moon which means meet up with the 118 pack, but Buck is now the only non-shifter among them. Hope you enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure and thanks to all those who had previously tagged me that I didn't mention above): @spotsandsocks @exhuastedpigeon @try-set-me-on-fire @rogerzsteven @theotherbuckley @eddiediaztho @cowboy-buck @eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @shortsighted-owl @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @monsterrae1 @eowon @911onabc @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @bvckandeddie @arthursdent @elvensorceress @glorious-spoon @bigfootsmom @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss @gayhoediaz @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @watchyourbuck @buddierights @witchesdiaz @jesuisici33 @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @forthewolves @ladydorian05 @lover-of-mine @adiazhalloween

#wip wednesday #tag game #my wip #911 abc #911 show #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #wolf eddie #witch buck #halloween fic #magic #full moon

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ssruis · 7 months ago

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Ruikasa posting that got away from me (again). You guys can’t be mean to me pandemonium is on engsekai in like five days. don’t blame me blame colopale.

Ruikasa is very interesting for me 2 think abt wrt rui and his hang ups bc Rui is very single-minded in going after what interests him - he taught himself robotics/engineering/a million other things, he pursued directing on his own, he would rather stick to his own paths and do what he wants to do instead of do what would make him more palatable to his peers

Rui: I wouldn't be expending my energy on something I don't intend on doing.

Tsukasa: Yes. That's the kind of person you are. You wouldn't be doing something if you didn't really want to...

Rui: right?

(Wonder Halloween)

(Area dialogue)

I don’t feel like hunting down every instance of kids around him going “we don’t want to play with you because it’s dangerous/we think you’re weird” I think I’ve done that enough times. But my point with those instances is that he valued what he loved over attempting to become someone who would fit in.

Desiring to connect with a person beyond the level of just friendship/wanting to know way more about someone is different than studying & learning a subject though, bc it’s

1) typically a two way street in that it’s reliant on the other person to want to share things and want to connect with you in return

2) also reliant on you not fucking up the relationship, which is pretty easy to do if you come out guns blazing like “hey you fascinate me & I want to know what makes you tick. And also everything else about you.”

Both points being something rui has zero experience with. Which is also why I think he opted to ask other people about tsukasa instead of talking to him directly.

(Kaito initial 2*)

(Area conversation)

He’s still very curious about Whatever The Fuck is up with tsukasa tenma but he’s obviously pursuing knowledge a little less intensely/overtly than he does for other stuff

(After talking about movie directing techniques) Director Ohara: … Well, that might not be useful to you as someone who’s aiming to become a stage director.

Rui: …No.

Rui: I’d rather be taught more specific techniques.

Director Ohara: …Huh?

Rui: What I want to create is a show that everyone can enjoy regardless of any limits.

Rui: In order to make that dream come true, I want to learn about direction in all kinds of media.

Director Ohara: …Oh?

Rui: That’s why I want to absorb any ideas and ways of thinking from any field.

Rui: All of the methods you know — please teach them to me.

(Backlight lens flare - TL haruka’s penguin)

All of that to say Rui is very clearly interested in learning more about Tsukasa, but also (imo) very wary of overstepping any social boundaries that would damage their current relationship.

He mentions that he tended to rely on shows to connect to other people around him in Pandemonium -

Rui: I had always thought that I could never properly understand everyone around me.

Rui: As I started doing shows at Wonder Stage with everyone, my way of thinking and feelings began to change.

Rui: Now, I am able to understand and connect with someone without relying on shows, and I’ve come to value the beauty of laughing alongside others.

Rui: that’s why — tsukasa-kun. Thank you for giving me the chance to change.

(Pandemonium - TL tsukasa’s #3 fan)

- which is also the event where he & tsukasa connect more *outside* of shows, and the event that both he and tsukasa acknowledge as an event that made them grow a lot closer. (more recent connect live, wrt them talking abt performing fixer, iirc. I hate to “source: trust me” but we’ve reached my limit for hunting down sources & it’s finding a tweet from forever ago where someone translated what they were talking about)

Anyways. Sorry. I just love that quote & what it says about Rui. I’ll spare you the “directing as a one way street/settling for the closest thing to a connection/laughing *alongside* others instead of providing a show for the audience to laugh at (ensekai if you change that specific sentiment I’ll be so mad)” thoughts. Back to the original point.

It’s interesting to think about how rui’s hang ups wrt friendships and his very intense curiosity/very determined pursuit of knowledge on the subjects that interest him intersect. Like. Before this point, whenever he was interested in something he could just go online and read everything he needed to know and satisfy his curiosity to his heart’s content.

Having to both navigate something completely foreign and pump the brakes on obsessively learning everything he can would be a novel experience for Rui. To say the least. “If I pursue this with as much intensity as I do with any other endeavor I am going to fuck something up (he is suffering)” kind of situation.

Being interested in a *person* is so much different & so much trickier and scarier to navigate. Especially with how much Rui values his relationship to Tsukasa as someone Who Matches His Freak.

and with Rui’s whole “I should be satisfied with what I have and if I’m not then it’s because I’m greedy/selfish” :

Rui: (… Geez, I really lack a backbone. When will the time come when I find myself satisfied with the way things are?)

(…)

Rui: (While working to make my dream come true, together with everyone, I will make their dreams come true. A way to do that — let me think of one.)

Rui: (fufu, how greedy of me.)

(Curtain call - TL Arven Oven & tsukasa’s #3 fan)

(Talking abt wanting to keep doing shows with wxs and his actions in OHE) Rui: Now that I think about it, I’ve been pretty selfish.

(World link - TL haruka’s penguin)

I think Rui’s approach to it would be very “I’m asking for more when I already have a great friendship I’m The Most Selfish Person Alive & must never say anything” which, tbf, would be his reaction wrt having feelings for literally anyone, not just tsukasa. However. Since this is a ruikasa post. unfortunately. I will say that what would be exclusive to Tsukasa is “he’s already given me so much and I still want more… I’m The Most Selfish Person Alive & must never say anything.” Rui is dramatic like that.

#8 sources. I’ll take it. I’ve done worse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#mine #rui #tsukasa #I don’t like them and I hope they both suffer. I was supposed to talk about emu & agency/emunene.#instead I had a post idea that was literally 3 sentences and it turned into this.#analysis #the pros of being insane is that I already had like half of these in my tag already #so I didn’t have to hunt them down or transcribe them.#the cons of being insane is whatever this is.#mental sickness. that’s what this is.#I need to go back to tsukasa analysis at some point too but I don’t really have anything to say abt him beyond the usual #which is that I want to hit him with rocks. idk. At some point I’d like to go thru #and find all the instances where he’s like ‘a star should xyz’ but it’s clearly just big brotherisms #or talk about how he clings to the image of being mature because of his childhood.#hence his boring fucking room. also his stubbornness/determination/hard work thing #so I guess I lied I do have things to say abt him.

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sunlightfeeling · 5 months ago

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so..... how did you get into smap, anyway? (i would like to hear the origin story)

hiii anon! i would love to tell this story!!

first the elevator pitch version:

like a lot of more recent fans (i.e. post-JE launch), i was a victim (affectionate) of the RGG to SMAP pipeline

…bit of a boring story, and honestly isn’t a real indication of how I got to have this brain (affectionate, i love having five old men stewing in my brain all hours of the day 👍😬)

sooo im going to tell the story of how the pipeline hit me so hard 😄

the real origin goes back to 2021…

(im gonna make a cut for this story because this is gonna be long long - i promise this isn’t an exaggeration)

so back in 2021, i had an xbox one and game pass (side note: game pass is so worth it, actually fantastic)

and I found a series that I had never heard of…Yakuza

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hX9EomZwntU

youtube

sorry

anyway

downloaded Yakuza 0 and started it up

really dug the vibes, story, music, legitimately everything

then I reached Majima’s first chapter and ooooh the opening got me good

not too long after getting to this chapter, I was graciously gifted a ps5

and one of the first things i did was…

…impulsively buy every Yakuza release on ps4

…and the Judgments as soon as I realized they were under RGG’s umbrella

…after only playing like probably less than 10 hours of a prequel

(disclaimer: i do not mean to romanticize/minimize impulse purchasing; I’m more trying to give an accurate image of how deeply invested I got in a series that essentially sent me on my path; i was/am very fortunate and cognizant of how lucky i am to be able to cover/shield myself from consequences of my actions - so to speak lol)

probably six-ish months and 2 hiatuses later, I reached Y6

and i dont know if it was because the game was the last Kiryu game (at the time) and I was getting all emotional, or if it was because the likeness to Kuroda was pretty…

…preeeetty 🫠

i started developing (what knowing what i know now call) a hyperfixation on not just Y6 but also Kuroda Takaya lol

basically listened to his music whenever I could/on repeat; Y6 was the only thing I wanted to spend my free time playing; etc etc etc

(for reasons, this fixation actually led me to consider my possible neurodivergence; I wonder why 🤔..🥲)

finish Y6 and become baseline-which-isnt-really-baseline normal about Yakuza when I play LAD7

but then….

youtube

“Alex, stop hyperlinking sound effects”

(affectionate)

yeahhh it’s Judgey Time

okay so ive mentioned in tags somewhere but i actually didnt have high hopes for Judgment

at all

the cover just didn’t do anything for me at all…

…and i thought the protagonist was ugly 💀

(im actually genuinely serious, this isn’t me “not like the other girls”ing; i vividly recall looking at the cover when it was about time for me to start playing it and whining to my then-bf that I wasn’t sure I was gonna like it cuz the guy looks really weird 🤣)

but i booted it up and right when Yagami shows off his badge in the prologue

girl

giiiiiirl

I didn’t realize at the time but the seed had been planted and baby that beanstalk grew

Halloween 2022 (and I only know this date for a fact because I memorialized it texting then-bf about it) is the day I decided to look up who this guy really was

I can’t recall what made me finally look him up, whether lurking on the Yakuza subreddit or just something in the game, I dunno

i shared it once but I’ll share it anytime i can…

^^ this was my first Kimura photo

the first one I actually paid more than just a passing glance at anyway……

…i finished judgment in like two/three weeks [and not in a rushed playthrough by any means - getting all the cats, doing all the side cases/romance, etc.] (have a text trail of me going into the finale and date stamp is p exactly two weeks from Halloween 🥲)

started lost judgment immediately because i have texts days after this bitching about dropping money on the dlc before even starting it lol (again: not recommending/romanticizing; just giving perspective on how active my brain was about RGG/Kimura already)

now this…..this is where my timeline gets fuzzy

because i cant really remember how fast i beat lj before starting his dramas

or if maybe i started them before even finishing the game

skipping ahead to January 2023 and I’ve definitely wrapped lj by this point

and have watched a fair amount of kimura dramas (i genuinely cant give a number tho 😭)

around this point, ive determined that im fairly confident in being audhd

and i personally would have described kimura as a combined special interest-hyperfixation at this point (because the intensity would ebb and flow in a way)

started collecting things, starting with his albums and his live recordings (and eventually a lot lot more [I’ll get back to scanning consistently eventually I promise lol])

the defining moment to when I finally crossed from Kimura to SMAP…

…was actually watching Go with the Flow

I had heard bits of SMAP, but, as many unfortunately discover, accessibility to their music is…..well it’s just not there lol

I even got YouTube Music because I found playlists of SMAP performances and could just listen to them while I was working or driving

not that I could really hear them all that well since they were all live performances w screaming or muffled audio/crunchy audio/remixes/etc etc etc

(except for pams seigi shoutout to pams seigi [sorry goro 😔; also i linked that specific one for the tags but please look in the reblogs for a diff version of seigi that they did because it’s ridiculously good])

On Go with the Flow, Kimura performs “Style” which made me go on basically a witch-hunt to find the song since it wasn’t an album track and I didn’t know SMAP’s discography

Eventually found out it was SMAP (Kimura solo on s.m.a.p specifically) and decided that I actually really needed to listen to SMAP

aaaaaand I did ☺️

and then I found Jes yeah no I definitely didn’t

and…that is my SMAP origin story

#ramblin but not a gamblin man #thank you!!#anon genuinely thank you so so much for the question 🥹

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virtualbearfox · 1 year ago

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Hii, @wintercrushes tagged me so here I am sharing my top 9 movies

1. I love the Scream franchise because I just love that Sidney survives each one and I believe that when I first watched it I was so surprised that she didn’t die.

(She’s just a strong icon, along with Dewy (😭), and Gale) (and now with Sam & Tara ?!)

2. Ginger Snaps.

The amount of times I have rewatched this movie (phew) 😁 it has become such a comfort movie to me with the aesthetic of it all and the bond the sisters have. As well as the metaphor of puberty and being a werewolf.

3. Final Destination 3

There is something about Wendy or maybe it’s just that it’s Mary Elizabeth Winstead, that has me loving this movie so much. Along with her bond with Kevin and being able to see Kris Lemche as Ian. 🥹 Such a comfort movie even with all the gore and terrible deaths.

4. Step Up 2

I love all types of dancing and I wish I was a stronger dancer but I am not (I think I can hold my own on the dance floor…. With certain types of music genres unfortunately) so of course I love this movie. Another comfort movie of mine, love Andy as the main character. Her character development along with the found family, the romance and of course the dancing.

5. The Craft

Overall, really enjoyed this movie, love the asethetic of it all and the gals (loveeeeee Nancy). The ending could have been better but I still love.

6. Trick r Treat

I watched this movie because i remember how much people said they loved it and how good it was AND they were not wrong. But i especially love the bit of the werewolves, the witch, and of course Sam.

7. Perfect Blue

I watched this with the same friend who showed me But I’m a Cheerleader and I did not know what I was getting into lmao. This movie had me at the edge of my seat and just I did not see anything coming.

8. 10 things I hate about you

I love Heath Leadger in this, as well as his character Patrick and his relationship with Kat. Just Kat and Patrick truly make this movie for me, how they come to be together and the ups and downs of the relationship and of course, the poem.

9. The Crow

I love Brandon Lee’s portrayal of Eric, love how gloomy the movie is and all the fight scenes. But also how much Eric cares for Sarah and how much he loves Shelley even though she’s gone.

(Fun fact, I dressed up as Eric for last years Halloween 😁)

(Sorry, my dear sister for taking FAR TOO LONG to make this post lmao, I was struggling with putting in the gifs 😭 but here I am and here it is (lol).

Idk if it was a tagging chain BUTTTTTTT I’ll tag @drowsymiha @glamgoblin and back at you because why not @wintercrushes

#bee tmi #movies #it’s me in movie form #basically #it was really hard to think of movies i reallllllly enjoy #but even with that i know I missed a lot lmao

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j-graysonlibrary · 1 year ago

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Silverfalls Court Chapter 3

Title: Silverfalls Court

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 50K

Genres: drama, suspense, who-done-it, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: A young girl, lost in the bliss of her first relationship, will do anything in the pursuit of what she believes is true love—even sneaking out of her house in the dead of night. Unfortunately, she is met by someone she didn’t quite expect. Her fight or flight instincts kick in but she in no match for the killer in the woods.

And her death won’t be the only one.

The once peaceful and quaint neighborhood of Silverfalls Court is thrown into chaos and upheaval when bodies keep showing up in the woods. When it becomes apparent that the murderer must be one of them, suspicions grow thick and trust is shattered.

Some, like Lisa-Marie Castel, want to play detective and solve the case on their own while others, like Dominique Pulmer, want to keep their heads down and wait for things to return to normal. Some might even wish to capitalize on the bizarre nature of the story while those who have been personally affected are left to pick up the broken pieces of their lives amidst the chaos.

Full chapter 3 under the cut:

3. Block Party

“That’s a little tight,” Dominique complained as the man in front of him attempted to tie his tie for him. “I’ll do it, actually.” He pulled his hands off and adjusted the tie so it looked neat and kempt but was no longer choking him.

“Sorry I tie things too tightly,” his partner, Collin, huffed. He was already dressed up in his costume—something Dominique wasn’t familiar with but it was apparently from a video game. He’d even had a design shaved into the side of his head to complete the look. A shooting star.

He looked good—though Collin always looked good. He was far more particular about his appearance than Dominique was and his fashion sense was one of the first things about him that caught his eye.

“So…what exactly am I again?” Dom asked as he straightened out the lapels on the white coat. He could guess that he was some sort of scientist but other than that, he was lost.

“Dr. Gozen,” Collin said as he passed his hands against the sides of his hair—checking to make sure everything was exactly as he wanted it. He peeked at the wall mirror to triple check and smiled at himself. “You’re the boyfriend of Miraki…my character.”

“There’s a video game with actual boyfriends?” He was doubtful and Collin’s face gave it away before he even answered. “It’s just your assumption, isn’t it?”

“Well…most of the fanbase thinks it.” Collin chuckled. “If you were out, I’d snap a picture of us and post it on my blog.”

“Please don’t.”

“That’s not the only reason,” he defended, “Even if I posted a photo of just myself I know a bunch of white piss-babies would be flooding my comment section with shit like ‘Miraki isn’t black, you can’t cosplay, blah blah blah’.” Collin rolled his eyes dramatically at the imagined comment. “But, if I posted us both the racist shit would be joined by homophobic shit too. And, like I said, you aren’t out so it’s not fair to you.”

Despite the fact he said Dom wasn’t ‘out’ it wasn’t necessarily true. He was out to his family and some of his close friends but not his co-workers or most of his neighbors. Though, after this, he felt it would be pretty obvious to everyone at the Halloween party.

Which reminded him… “I didn’t even want to go to this party.”

Collin laughed before walking closer and adjusting his coat. He led his hands down his arms and took his hands before squeezing them. “You need to go out and do stuff sometimes. Everyone here seems nice too—especially Lisa-Marie. She invited me.”

“I know.” Dom held back his groan. She’d been trying to get him to participate in her block parties since he moved in three years ago.

If he hadn’t started dating Collin and if Collin hadn’t introduced himself to every neighbor he met then Dom would never be in his current situation.

He didn’t hate his neighbors or anything but he just preferred to keep to himself. And his private life was private for a reason. The generational gap between himself and Collin was very obvious in such situations.

“You talk to some of your neighbors, don’t be so grumpy.” Collin leaned forward and kissed him. “It’ll be fun.”

Dom wanted to argue. The only neighbors he talked to were the young couple who just moved in beside him, and two twenty-something year olds who lived alone in the cul-de-sac. In total, there were four people he’d had more than a couple of passing conversations with and the rest he was simple acquaintances with.

He scratched the back of his bald head and sighed. “I’ll…try to have fun.”

“Yay,” Collin rejoiced and gave him another kiss.

“You can’t do that outside though.”

“I know, I know.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t want the old Vietnam vet to have a heart attack or anything.”

Dom laughed a little. “Mr. Karowitz isn’t going to be there. And before you bring her up, Mrs. Winter is staying in for the night too.”

“So what’s the problem?” Collin pouted. “If there aren’t any old folks whose heart conditions I have to consider, are there blatant homophobes about or something?”

“I don’t know,” Dom answered honestly. He assumed everyone had some type of prejudice whether they were forward with it or not. Erring on the side of safety was always his course of action. “I haven’t asked each of my neighbors how they feel about the homosexuals.”

His boyfriend cackled. “Well don’t say it like that. Isn’t Carson openly gay though? Does anyone have issues with him?”

It was true that his neighbor on the other side was a single, openly gay man about Collin’s age. He was more flamboyant than Dom would ever dream to be and, as far as he was aware, no one in the neighborhood except for Mr. Karowitz had made any comments about it.

Though that didn’t mean no one was thinking it.

“He’ll be at the party. You can ask him,” Dom said and stepped away. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and shook his head. No one would know what he was dressed up as. He certainly wasn’t going to say he was dressed as a video game character—he’d just blame Collin if anyone brought it up.

“I bet he’s dressed up too,” Collin mused aloud as they headed toward the door.

Dom followed behind him and admired his figure for the last time while he could still get away with it. Even if no one in the neighborhood cared that he was gay, he still felt it was too personal a thing to readily disclose. He knew, to people like Collin and Carson, that keeping in the closet—in any capacity—was often seen as being ashamed but Dom really wasn’t.

When he was little he was ashamed, absolutely, but he accepted himself now. If he didn’t, he’d still be married to Shauna and they’d be raising Bianca together—probably somewhere else. Hell, they’d probably have one or two more kids for him to hide behind in denial.

Granted, he loved Bianca and cherished every weekend he got to spend with her but she was an inescapable reminder of just how long it took him to admit to himself that he was not straight. Luckily, Shauna never hated him for it and they were still good friends but Dom wasn’t blind to how bad the situation could have been.

His mother still loved him. His ex-wife was his best friend. He still got to see his daughter and spend time with her. It could be a hell of a lot worse.

But he did think there was a big difference between what things were like when he was young and what things were like with Collin. Sure, he still got bullied for being effeminate and not liking girls but there was a more visible gay existence that he could see ahead of him in life. That kind of reassurance hadn’t been there for Dom which was why he forced himself into a marriage to begin with.

It was when he couldn’t take it anymore that he had to tell Shauna. Collin never forced himself to date a woman and he would bet money that Carson hadn’t either.

Speaking of Carson, the young man met them on the front lawn as he left his house about the same time. He was dressed in a robe of some sort with a large, pointy hat. At least Dom could tell what he was supposed to be.

“Is that Alphegor the Disillusioned?” Collin asked as they stepped onto the street.

“Good eye,” Carson responded with a wink.

So much for knowing what he was, Dom thought to himself. He glanced back at the other houses in the cul-de-sac but no one else was coming out. They were already at the block party or they hadn’t left yet.

Collin and Carson chatted about their costumes as they walked which Dom barely paid any attention to. It wasn’t until they reached the first cul-de-sac that the conversation tapered off.

The entire area was decked out in Halloween decorations and large games and fair-like stations were propped up along everyone’s yards.

Dom reminded himself how grateful he was not to be in Lisa-Marie’s immediate vicinity.

The party was already in full swing and music blasted from club-grade speakers. Dom noted that Brandon Castel, Lisa-Marie’s husband, was manning the DJ booth and looked like he was a little too into it. Some of the kids ran about though most were old enough not to cause any concern. The one young kid was closely followed by his mother. They lived in the house adjacent to Dom’s though he didn’t know them well.

The Dicksons. Gary, his very young wife Kimberly, and their little boy Hunter. He was probably too young to properly enjoy the party that Lisa-Marie was throwing but there was sure to be a bowl of candy for him to indulge in somewhere.

When Dom looked back over to his boyfriend and Carson, he noticed that Diana Hajeed had also joined them. Like many of the adults, she wasn’t dressed up as anything; she was just wearing a nice pair of jeans and a flowing, black blouse.

Diana lived alone and was closest with Carson though Dom truly had no idea what they talked about. Other than being the same age, they had no common ground. Diana was dedicated to her law school pursuits and Carson…didn’t seem to do anything.

“Is that at your school?” Diana asked, letting Dom know he’d missed a portion of their conversation.

“No,” Collin answered, “Dom and I are at Jackson. That girl and all the teens here go to Sherman I think.”

“What’s this about?” Dom decided to ask and stepped closer.

“The murdered girl,” Carson said with a hand on his hip. “We thought maybe you two would know about it.”

“Nope,” Dom responded, “Though some kids have been talking about it.”

“He just yells and tells them to get back to work,” Collin added with a snicker.

“Are you still doing the student teaching thing in his classroom?” Diana tilted her head to the side.

It was how they met—Dom worked as a civics teacher at Jackson Valley High school and, last year, Collin had been assigned to his classroom to help as a student teacher. He was a lot younger than Dom’s usual type but he’d been so charming and sweet that he swept Dom off of his feet before he’d even realized what happened.

“Not anymore,” Collin said, “I switched classes since we’re…” he trailed off and looked to Dom as if to ask for permission.

“They know,” he told him.

“Oh. Well…yeah.”

“Still…” Diana switched topics back, “You’d think the kids that knew the girl would be a little more…I dunno? Broken up about it? Seems everyone here is having a great time.”

“That’s cold,” Carson agreed. “I heard the Burns’ daughter was like…really good friends with her too. But look at her now.”

Against his better judgment, Dom looked along with them at the teenagers who were grouped together. Victoria Burns was a girl who already had a lot of rumors surrounding her. Her short hair and blunt attitude helped keep people talking—the worst Dom had heard was that she had gotten into physical altercations at school.

“Should we really be gossiping about teenagers?” Collin, thankfully, stopped the conversation. “I mean…maybe they’re just trying to relax after something so scary.”

“I hope that’s the case,” Diana stated with a frown, “I just worry because of how I’ve heard some of their parents talk, you know? Kids soak that kind of blasé attitude up—even at their age.”

“Well let’s go snoop on the parents then,” Carson suggested with a chuckle.

“Oooh, I’m going too,” Collin quickly jumped on board. Though, before leaving, he turned back to Dom and said in a whisper, “I’ll make sure they don’t get into too much trouble. Don’t worry.”

It was funny—when Collin said not to worry it just served to make Dom worry more somehow. He shook his head, trying to mentally wash his hands of the situation. They were all adults and were responsible for themselves. They weren’t his students. He could leave them alone.

He passed by Mr. and Mrs. Jung who had neither of their kids with them but were watching the group of teens like hawks. Miss Rosello had her two youngest by her side while the Burns were all over the place. Dom had no interest in any of them—he had his sights set on his other neighbors.

Lamar and Susan Vick were both in their early twenties, recently married, and, up until the murder, were the talk of the neighborhood. Even in the year 2004 it was still strange for some people to see an interracial couple, Dom guessed. Though their differences didn’t end at their skin color—everything about them was the polar opposite of the other.

Susan was petite, pale, and wore dark gothic clothing twenty-four seven while Lamar had dark skin, was incredibly fit, and mostly wore athletic attire. He worked as a personal trainer while she worked at some alternative clothing store in the mall. Singularly, they each gave off a very different feeling but, when standing next to each other, they often left people confused.

They were both nice people though. Dom liked Lamar especially since he was the only other black man in the entire neighborhood. There were no words spoken between them about it but he knew a mutual understanding existed between them that they had to look out for one another. It wasn’t too different with how felt with Carson being the only other gay man in the neighborhood.

Lamar was standing by himself, dressed in a hoodie and jeans while looking over one of Lisa-Marie’s elaborate decorations. It was his first time experiencing the woman’s zest for Halloween so it was understandable.

“Yeah, she goes all out for it,” Dom said as he approached him.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Pulmer. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Lamar stood up straighter and regarded him with a warm smile. He truly was a big guy—one of his arms was probably as big around as Dom’s entire torso. “Did you bring your daughter?”

“No, her mother has her,” he explained, “I got conned into coming.”

Lamar laughed. “I was gonna say…doesn’t seem like your kind of scene.”

He could say that again. Dom shook his head. “It honestly doesn’t seem like yours either.”

With a shrug he responded, “Susie was curious. Plus, Lisa-Marie is one of the few people who ever just walked up to her and started talkin’. Most people get scared off by her clothes and piercings.”

Dom could see how. He could also perfectly imagine Lisa-Marie strutting right up to Susan and talking to her about her bug collection or something. Thinking about it that way, he could even see them being friends.

“Where is she? Susan?” Dom checked around the immediate area. The young woman was nowhere to be found.

“Not sure but I’m guessing she’s having fun.” Lamar’s eyes went back to the witch made of wicker before them. He tapped the overly exaggerated nose and asked, “You think she makes all this stuff?”

“No idea.”

Dom heard some commotion so he looked up, hoping it wasn’t Collin and them. Instead, he saw the patriarch of the Burns family talking to Miss Rosello and her kids. He seemed a little distressed so it kept Dom’s attention.

“Wonder what that’s about,” he mumbled.

A woman in all black walked over to the group and he quickly recognized her. “There’s Susie,” Lamar said, confirming it.

Susan shared a few words with Jason Burns before returning to Lamar’s side. Dom wondered what she was dressed up as—if she was dressed up at all since her outfit simply looked like her regular attire. He didn’t focus on that for long, however, when he saw the slight frown on her face.

“What was that about?” Lamar asked.

“Mr. Burns was asking if I’d seen his oldest daughter,” Susan answered, “I saw some of the teens heading out for the woods. He looked…bothered by that.”

“Probably because of the murder,” Dom suggested, “Out that way was where the body was found.”

“Oh, right.” Lamar sighed. “Think the kids know about that though?”

“It was their classmate…and friend.”

“That makes sense,” Susan spoke with a sigh. “I hope they don’t get up to anything.”

Dom almost laughed. He’d left one conversation full of gossip about teenagers and ended up in another somehow. He supposed it was hard to avoid given the murder scandal but he still craved something—anything—else to talk about.

The sudden pause in the music captured his attention instead—in fact it captured everyone’s attention and they all turned to look at the stage in front of the Castel’s yard. Lisa-Marie stepped onto it in her full-blown princess gown. She curtsied, laughed a little to herself, and then held a microphone up to her lips.

“Good evening everyone, I hope you’re having a spoooooky time,” she chuckled again before continuing, “I just want to suggest that we not take the party into the woods if we can help it, okay? I’ve got plenty of games and snacks for everyone in the area and this party is going to last well into the night. If you need anything, come find me. I’ll be around. Have fun!”

The music immediately started up again and everyone went right back to what they were doing before. Dom knew the parents of the missing kids must have pushed Lisa-Marie into making the announcement since she seemed a little over-the-top with it.

Personally, he thought the kids had the right idea. He, too, wanted to ditch the party.

Dom excused himself from Lamar and Susan as he walked about in hopes of finding his boyfriend and the others again. There wasn’t a lot of space to cover but, because of how Lisa-Marie had set everything up, some sections of the road and people’s lawns turned into a maze.

When he finally found the trio, they were by Hailey Burns who appeared to be talking their ears off. It was definitely karma for how much they were snooping.

He met Collin’s eyes and gestured with his head back toward the direction of his house. His boyfriend immediately lit up, excused himself, and rushed over to join him.

“You saved me,” Collin breathed in relief.

Dom shook his head and smiled. “Learn your lesson about trying to ask housewives for gossip?”

Collin rolled his eyes but a smile was pulling at his lips as well. Dom tapped the back of his arm before they started their trek back to his house.

That had, hopefully, been enough socialization for Collin to last the rest of the year. It certainly had been for Dom.

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