#I should be sleeping but I started doodling this and couldn’t stop

[newtsnaturethings]

@vashmerylweek24 day 2 - cryptid au

featuring Vash and his vaguely moth shaped girlfriend 💡

[marshmall0w-d3ath]

SOTD featuring an unrelated doodle I doodled at 12am (based off LPS 156 :p)

[lexisecretaccx]

A+ Student pt.3

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(Fem reader, kinda drama at the start, slight angst, smut☺️, suggestive, not revealing who the smut is with xoxo, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

The next day..

I couldn’t sleep well, I was stressing out about Matt and Chris and everything going on. I walk into the English lecture 5 minutes late, I didn’t mean to I was just lacking on time. Matt is at the front of the class, not teaching even thought the lecture started already.

“Now we can start.” Matt spoke as I walked up to my seat. I noticed Kelly sat at the front of the class watching Matt the same way I used to when I first met him.. with utter devotion.

I can’t help but feel a sense of jealousy fill me even though he doesn’t seem to be paying attention to her. That is until she raises her hand to answer a question that I also raised my hand to answer. “Kelly?” He spoke.. he let her answer it instead of me. I mean that’s okay I shouldn’t answer all the questions.

“Is it option 2?” She asks him, smiling cheesily. He breathes through his teeth, “that’s the wrong question but,” he leans on her desk. “We can work on getting you up to pace.” He smiles before patting her shoulder and walking past her slightly. He patted her shoulder. He does that to me, that’s our thing! Why am I feeling like this?

“Y/n?” He asks me, bringing my attention from her to him. “Hm?” I hum sadly. “Do you know the answer?” I sigh before shrugging. “You had your hand raised.” He spoke again, “yeah but I wasn’t gonna answer the question, it’s fine now.” I look back down to my notes. “Okay..” he says hesitantly before telling us all the correct answer.

“Is this right?” Kelly giggles, he leans down to her notes before nodding, “yeah good girl.” He smiles and looks straight at me. I don’t know why I feel so jealous but he calls me that. Why is he treating her how he treated me? It isn’t fair I thought he liked me. Why-

My thoughts are cut off by the door opening and Thomas walking in, “you’re late.” Matt instantly spoke, “sorry..” he mumbled. He came and sat next to me, smiling briefly before looking at me fully. “Are you ok?” He whispered, I sighed sadly, “yep.” I lied.

“Sorry you have to help me in the lessons.” He looked down, “it’s okay don’t apologise, it’s a distraction at least.” I smiled at him and he smiled softly. We continue the lessons and I help him out and we chat and he’s a sweet kid. I keep glancing at Matt, who I find watching me and Thomas. I was scribbling on a random piece of paper, doing doodles and stuff and Thomas noticed.

He drew a little reindeer on the corner of my page, causing me to chuckle gently. “That’s a good deer.” I smile. “Thank you.” He smiles back. “Stop talking.” Matt made me jump as he stood right next to me. “Sorry.” Thomas muttered.

Matt hands me a note, it read. Stay after class, we need to talk about yesterday - professor Sturniolo I shook my head. “What?” He whispered, “I don’t want to do that.” He scoffs, “it wasn’t a question.” He walks to Kelly and starts talking to her.

“Hey I gotta leave right now but here’s one of my notes that’ll help you okay?” I say quietly to Thomas, who smiles at me and nods. “No worries.” I pack my stuff away and get up. I walk past Matt and Kelly who were laughing and giggling and I go to walk out, “where are you going?” Matt spoke. “Bathroom.” I lied before walking out fully and making my way down to the hallway.

I look at the sign on the wall GYM I walk in, luckily nobody is in there. I see Chris near the storage cupboard door, “Chris.” I say and he turns around quickly. “Oh hey! Shouldn’t you be in Matts class right now?” He tilts his head. “Yeah but he was flirting with some new girl, purposely to upset me.” I sigh.

He scoffs, “he’s a dick y/n, you should know that.” He laughs. I laugh softly, “what’re you doing?” I look at the basketballs and dodgeballs on the floor. “Putting these away in here,” he motions to the cupboard, “wanna help?” He smirks. I nod before placing my bag on the bench next to his laptop. I pick up a basketball and take it into the cupboard that was larger than I thought.

“Where do I put them?” Chris kicks all of them into the cupboard with me and walks in, closing the door behind him. “There.” He points at a bag full of dodgeballs and one full of basketballs.

He turns the lock and I look to him, “uh.. am I being kidnapped or what’s the plan here?” I chuckle. He joins in before walking up to me, “one more to put away.” He leans into me, handing me a dodgeball. I nod quickly. I put it in the bag and turn around back to him. “Can I leave now or..” I smile, he walks up infront of me, I lean my back against the wall.

“You know how I like to take risks?” He whispers in my ear, I nod. “Can this be one of them?” He breaths out against the skin on my neck, “yeah..” I feel myself get hot at this sudden experience. He plants kisses against my neck, “you know the good thing is..” he spoke against my skin. “There’s no cameras in here or in the gym..” his hand travels down to my skirt.

“You wear this for Matt?” He grins against my skin. I shake my head, part lying. “Maybe skip gym class today, this’ll be all the exercise you need hm..” he kisses a sweet spot under my ear causing me to fold. “Okay..” I whisper in a trance.

“Do you want all of me or do you just want me to make you feel good, I don’t mind either.” His hand rests at my skirt “i want all of you.. please.” I nod before he pulls my skirt off, leaving me in my white undies. “Fuck..” he mutters. He removes his own sweatpants, leaving him in his black boxers, a slight visible imprint of his cock.

I swallow harshly as his hand strokes my clothed cunt slightly, making me moan softly. “Fuck.” He whispers, wasting no time to remove my panties and pulling his boxers off revealing his large dick, a vein prominent down the side. My eyes widen at the sight, “you’re big..” i say smirking slightly, “Don’t stroke my ego y/n.” He smirks back at me.

His hands find place on the back of thighs as he connects our lips in a kiss. I feel more of a passion in this kiss with him, my hand tangles in his hair and the other one rests around the back of his neck. One of his hands slip between my thighs as he places pressure on my clit and starts to rub circles on it.

I moan into the kiss and my grip in his hair tightens and we deepen the kiss. He removes his hand causing me to whine slightly from the loss of pressure, he grips my thighs and lifts me up, breaking the kiss to look down. “You ready?” He says lining himself up with my entrance holding me up as my back is leant against the wall.

“Yes.. please.” I lean my head into his shoulder. He lowers me down onto his member and I let out a loud moan, muffled by his shoulder. I hear a groan grumbling in his throat as I sink down fully until nothing more fits. He starts to lift me up and down on him and i bite my lip to hide my moans, my arm wraps around his shoulder as the other one is placed on his bicep. He pulls my back off the wall so I’m only supported by his arms holding me up.

He’s more muscular than Matt, and he’s nicer. But why do I still feel guilty? I don’t have a reason.. I am taken out of my thoughts by Chris’ tip hitting my g spot. I moan loudly and dip my head into his shoulder even further, gripping his bicep so hard I swear I left marks. To stop myself from moaning so loudly I bury my head into his neck and place kisses, sucking slightly.

He moans out deeply, continuing to bounce me on his cock. “Fuck I’m close y/n..” he groans out, his tip repeatedly kissing my g spot as his movements become sloppier. “I’m gonna cum..” I whimper slightly. The knot in my stomach tightens and snaps as I release all over the base of his dick. “Should.. I pull out?” He whines.

I forgot he didn’t put a condom on, it all happened so fast but luckily I’m on the pill for situations like this. “I’m on the pill..” I breathe out, my body feeling weak and limp, he has slowed his movements as to not overstimulate me. “Fuck..” he groans, his head falling on my shoulder as I feel him shoot his cum inside of me.

I wish this moment could’ve lasted forever but sadly it can’t. “Shit that was.. your perfect.. fuck.” Chris groans as he lifts me off of him slowly, as my feet hit the ground my leg goes limp and I stumble. He laughs slightly, placing his underwear and sweatpants back on and helping me with mine.

“We should do this again.” I suggest, smirking at him as I try to adjust my clothes. “Yeah def-” the bell rings. Both of our eyes widen, this is signalling that it is the break period. We need to get out of the closet before anyone comes into the gym.

He unlocks the door and I walk out quickly, rushing to my bag to brush out my slightly messed up hair. “See you next period.” Chris walks out the closet after me smirking, my mouth drops slightly. His face drops too, “what?” He speaks anxiously, I hadn’t realised my ‘light’ kissing and sucking on his neck was much more.. harder.

There’s 3 hickeys on the side of his neck. “When I kissed your neck.. I accidentally gave you hickeys.” I whisper and his eyes widen before relaxing. “Ah it’s fine, no one will know who gave them to me.” He smirks and I nod, “okay.. can I stay here for break? I don’t feel like walking much right now.” I sigh and he chuckles cockily.

“Fuck you.” I roll my eyes and laugh.

“You already did.”

A/n: hehehehehhe fucking love writing smut. Sorry I can only write this every weekend I’m just super busy during the week bc of exams and shit like that! Love yall tho! Hope u enjoyed this part I think it’s pretty long lol😭😂 am I making u all mad at Matt yet?🤭

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[dejwritesarchived]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) college boy toji proves that you're the only girl he has eyes on.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, feminine pet names, written with black reader in mind, third pov, college au, college boy!toji, he’s an international student in the states, hints at reader & him going to nyu, reader and toji in their early 20’s, reader calls him 't', alcohol usage, mentions of a hangover, a little angst, profanity, toji’s last name is zenin in this, friends with benefits trope, mentions of zenin family, toji’s a business major, mentions of pets (toji has a doberman named taichi), oral (f.receiving), doggystyle position, exhibitionism, flirty toji, you’re his #1 girl, early bday post for toji

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── click here for jjk masterlist. click here for ao3 link.

TWENTY-ONE-YEAR-OLD TOJI ZENIN SLUMPED DOWN INTO HIS SEAT IN THE BACK OF THE LECTURE HALL. Heavy bags under his eyes, headache clawing at the back of his skull, and running on 2 hours of sleep. When he plopped down in his seat, he flipped open his notebook to half-listen to the professor. The professor was boasting about the infamous wives of kings in different countries. He was late, very late. It was only his second semester at NYU as a business administration major, and he could already feel himself falling behind. He was sent overseas for school because his family thought it would help shape him for the family company back in Japan. Still, his last semester started with attending parties and social events (some on behalf of his family). Then on top of that, his younger cousin was also in town, so he was a major distraction. 

Within the stressful semesters and maintaining an image under a microscope from his family overseas, he met a gorgeous girl Y/N. The two had a pretty complicated relationship—they met at a party, and he hated to admit that he was falling for her. Toji adored seeing her on campus, and he damn sure loved staring at her during this elective women’s history course. On days when he wasn’t hungover, he would poke Y/N with his pen until she snapped at him to stop. But today, Toji slumped in his seat, doodling in his notebook.

“You should pay attention. This is going to be on the quiz this Friday,” Y/N whispers as she’s writing in her notebook.

“That’s what I have you for,” Toji says as he gives her some tired grin that causes her to roll her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the man because she hated that it was true. Toji and herself met at a party with him flirting with her the whole night. She ignored him, considering that she had heard so much about him from other women. Yet, it was Y/N’s luck that she entered this class and saw him sitting in the back of the class at the start of the semester.

She didn’t understand why he would be taking a course like this, but she wasn’t going to get him talking. After all, when Toji spoke about himself, he couldn’t stop. Perhaps, that’s why she liked him. He was a confident guy that knew what he wanted. Y/N didn’t expect the two to start an immature friends-with-benefits relationship. Even though, on some days, she’ll spot him flirting with other girls in exchange for accounting notes. He still manages to make her cheeks grow hot with his witty comments and captivating smile.

But the one thing the young woman hated was seeing him like this. His head was on the cold desk and his eyes closed, not paying attention. This education could have gone to someone who wanted to be here. Y/N’s teeth grazed upon her plump lip gloss-covered lips as she inched her chair closer to him. She lets her hand travel to Toji’s lap as she places her pen down. Her hands rubbed at his crotch until she could feel him squirming under her touch. His head still lying on the table with the hood to his NYU pull-over hoodie on turned towards her. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby,” He says as he tugs his chair further under the table.

“Oh, hush,” Y/N says as she unbuttoned his jeans quickly. Her curious eyes stared ahead at the clock, ten more minutes until the class ended. That’s enough time.

When Toji felt her hand in the comfort of his pants, his head shot up to lean back in his seat. His teeth grated at his lower lip as a slight hiss escaped his mouth. He tuned out the professor lecturing about the downfall of Marie Antoinette.

“I’m sure you can be quiet, huh?” Y/N questions as her hand glide up and down his thick shaft. Her thumb brushed against his thick pink tip that leaked with precum.

“Shit,” Toji uttered under his breath. His body was radiating so much heat at the moment, and it wasn’t coming from the layers of clothes he was wearing.

“Okay, I will be releasing you guys early. Please use the time to study for the quiz next quiz.”

Toji’s body seemed to go through shock when Y/N removed her hand from his pants. A cold chill goes down his spine as he’s quick to button his pants so no one can see. Toji quickly stuffed his belongings inside his bookbag to catch up with Y/N, who had already exited the class. He nearly knocked down some students trying to chase after her. With her brown skin glistening with each step she took through the halls and her head held up.

“Y/N, Wait up!” Toji’s jogging up to her, chest heaving up and down, and a look of determination on his face. His face flushed with color due to the teasing brief handjob she gave him. He grabs a hold of her forearm to put a halt to her walking.

“Toji, I have a class to get to,” Y/N huffs as she looks at him.

“And I said don’t start something you can’t finish,” He reminded.

“It was something to wake your lazy ass up,” Y/N says as she looks at him. She adjusted the tote bag on her shoulders. “Now, can I go to my class now?” She questioned.

“Well, I’m up now.” Toji would say before his hand was dragging her into one of the smaller classrooms.

“Toji.”

“Y/N.”

“We can’t do this here, what if someone walks in,” Y/N questions.

He stepped closer to her with such lust in his eyes. She’s mentally cursing herself for waking up such a beast, but she enjoyed teasing him. He tugged at her strings so much that Y/N wasn’t afraid to tug at his right back once in a while. With each step he took, she took one back until she hit the teacher’s desk in the middle of the lecture hall.

The two were close, with Toji’s curious green hues staring at her lips. His fingertips traced alongside her side and it sent a chill down her spine effortless. “No one is going to walk in. This class always is empty for an hour or so.”

“How would you know that?” Y/N questioned, her hands going up to toy with the strings on his hoodie. Her eyebrows knit together in curiosity. “Have you fucked other women in here because if you did-”

“You’re always assuming I’m fucking someone else,” Toji pointed out. He then lifts her up to place her on the desk which she didn’t argue against.

“Because when are you not fucking other women?” Y/N asked as she watched him toy with the ends of the skirt she wore.

Toji kissed his teeth as he took up the space between Y/N’s legs. “I’m not having sex with other women, Y/N. I only want you.” He would mumble his last couple of words on her skin while he was kissing her neck.

“Mhmm.” Y/N hummed as she craned her neck to the side giving Toji more access to her neck.

“You don’t believe me?” Toji questioned as he tore his lips away from her neck. His green-colored eyes stared into hers waiting for a response. If you asked Toji when he first moved here for university if he would be strung by some girl, he wouldn’t believe you. But here Toji was trying to defend his case that he’s actually been keeping his dick in his pants. Toji’s heart was growing a little warmer for Y/N.

Y/N looked up at him. Her curious eyes stared into his eyes to search for any clue for his foolishness. Toji was still young like any other guy on the campus. Which meant that he still wanted to fool around with other women. Yet, Toji was right here pleading his case. Toji’s fingers lingered a bit higher each second as they sat in silence in the small lecture hall. Y/N’s felt her body get so hot, feeling Toji’s callous fingers on the inside of her thighs. “Do you want me to prove it?” Toji questioned.

Y/N’s teeth caught into her lower lip, but the larger man did gain a nod from the woman. Toji’s muscular frame towered down as he reached up Y/N’s skirt to tug the lace panties she wore down. Her underwear dangled from her ankle as he would kneel down between her legs. His plush lips littered kisses on the inside of her thighs. Toji felt under an intense spell when he got a whiff of Y/N’s sweet scent. It was a scent of home, something he had no clue what was with his delusional family back in Japan. She had the scent of warmth and sweetness. He’d grown to love it so much when he started to spend more time with her.

“Toji..” Y/N let out a shaky breath while she was squirming under his touch. Which only led to Toji’s arms pinning her still. It was like pinning a paper doll together with small pins so it won't fall apart. “We’re going to get caught.”

“Not if you keep it down, now please relax. Let me prove it to you,” Toji’s words seem to become less clear to Y/N when she felt the flat of his tongue licking at her puffy lips.

Y/N inhaled nattily as she placed her hand on the wooden desk to hold herself up. Her eyes peered down at Toji who was under her skirt. The lewd sound of him collecting her wetness caused her to chew at her lower lip. She was afraid of letting out any noise. In fear that if they got caught her college years would be over and thrown in the trash. But when she felt Toji’s mouth latch onto her clit, a low yelp escaped her mouth. Y/N’s body fell back onto the wooden desk and her hands desperately tugged her skirt up further around her waist.

Toji’s grip on Y/N thighs only tightened with each second he spent lapping up her arousal like a thirsty lap dog. His nose nuzzled at Y/N’s soft skin as his tongue that lingered with her slick flicked at her clit. His right hand released from holding her thighs open so he could enjoy his meal. Toji’s fingertips traced alongside the inside of Y/N’s thighs. His subtle touch sent a tingle down Y/N’s spine as she grew impatient due to his teasing. Her lips soon gasped apart, feeling Toji’s finger rub at her lips, collecting her wetness with ease. His thumb brushed against his clit and he began to rub circular motions upon it.

Y/N let out a moan at his sudden action before she could feel him insert his index and middle finger into her wet cunt. Her hand went up to muffle her cries while Toji’s fingers gradually pumped through her. Y/N let out a string of moans before her hand grasped at Toji’s black strands of hair. Her groans of pleasure were like music to Toji’s ears. Like his dog, Taichi’s ears shot up in excitement when he was happy. Toji’s ears burn with so much heat, hearing her sweet moans.

He pulled forward to latch onto her clit while his fingers moved inside her. His tongue slurped up any wetness that leaked out of her cunt. He continued to push his fingers inside her with ease. The lewd sound of Y/N’s wetness coating his fingers caused Toji to grow even harder in his jeans. Curling his fingers slightly to attempt to hit that one spot that caused her toes to curl, Toji’s nose was nuzzling at the soft skin upon her pussy—her pubes tickling his nose, but he didn’t care.

“Toji…I’m going to cum.” Y/N moaned out as her back arched off the wooden desk.

When she felt his fingers pull out of her, she felt empty. She mentally wanted to yell at herself for letting him have such power over her. Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she watched him again stand on his feet. Her cunt was desperate to feel him inside her once again.

“Stand up and turn around,” Toji commanded.

The dominance that lingered off his tongue caused Y/N to stand up immediately. Before turning around, Toji tugged her in for a kiss. His tongue slides down her throat with so much aggression. When he pulled back suddenly, he said to her, “Wanted you to taste how amazing you taste to me.”

Y/N’s cheeks burnt with so much heat before she twirled around, urging him to fill her up again. Her hands were on the desk, waiting for Toji’s girth to stretch her out. She could feel his large hands gripping the flesh of her butt before he pushed her back down. Y/N could feel Toji’s plump tip brush against her entrance. A soft whine escaped her lips. “T, stop teasing.”

She knew Toji was smirking behind her before he pushed himself inside her. Her lips parted apart as she felt him stretch her fully. Despite the two having sex many times, each time, she still found herself gasping like an idiot at his size. Toji was eager to rock his hips forward to feel the addicting way her walls clenched around her. His fingertips rubbed random shapes on her waist, waiting for her to give him the go-to continue. “Relax, Y/N. I got you, baby girl,” Toji says.

Y/N relaxed under Toji’s touch before she began to back herself upon his waist. She could hear Toji chuckle before he cooed at her like some superior. “Look at you, getting a bit desperate.” He expresses.

Toji began to roll his hips upon her ass. The pornographic sound of their skin slapping against each other only boosted Toji’s ego even more. His thrusts grew more aggressive with each moan that escaped Y/N’s mouth. How his name rolled off her tongue caused his brain to go fuzzy. Or maybe it was the way her pussy clenched around him like a perfectly fitted glove. Either or was driving him insane at the moment. His large hands gripped at her ass as he lunged forward some more. “Fuck..” He uttered to himself.

Toji’s eyes looked down at Y/N. He realized how beautiful Y/N looked right now. Her fucked out expression was a stunning sight to see. Her lip gloss was smudged across her lips, tears spilling out her eyes, and gosh, those moans. They were beautiful to Toji.

Toji would prompt Y/N’s leg on the desk so he could thrust deeper inside her drooling cunt. His larger form hunched over hers as he’s rocking his hips forward in a rhythmic motion. Y/N’s hands flew back to push at Toji’s torso. Her cries echoed in the lecture hall while her briny tears stained her cheeks. “Toji…too much.” Y/N mewled.

Toji chews at his lower lip as he grabs Y/N’s hands to place upon her butt to spread herself wider for him. “It’s too much, but I can feel your pussy squeeze around me with each thrust, so what’s the truth, baby?” He cooed as his hips bucked forward to place kisses upon her cervix.

The only thing Y/N could let out was a string of moans of his name. Her drool decorated the wooden desk below her as he fucked her practically dumb. Which only led to the growing sensational pit forming at the bottom of her abdomen. When Toji glanced down, seeing how Y/N’s pussy swallowed him whole, he was close to telling the woman he was in love.

“Look at that; you’re taking it so well, baby girl.” He praised.

When Toji felt Y/N’s walls clutch around him, he knew he was close to tumbling down with her. His hips rocked into the soft flesh of Y/N’s ass. Toji let out a low groan as he could feel his balls grow heavy and tight. His fingernails dug into her waist as his thrusts grew slowly and sloppier. Toji’s larger frame hunched over as he could feel himself cum. His thick cum splattered upon Y/N’s walls while his mouth uttered an exhausted groan.

“T....” Y/N moaned as she could feel him slowly tug himself out of her. Her chest was rising, and embarrassment waved over her body. The young woman tried to process everything while her legs still felt like a fresh bowl of jello.

Toji had zipped his pants right up. His forearm went up to wipe the sweat that lingered on his forehead. He would lean down, pulling Y/N’s underwear back on her. A cocky smirk displayed on his face as he got a glimpse of his cum dripping out of her addicting cunt.

“You’re so annoying,” Y/N uttered as she turned to face him.

With a cheeky grin on his face, Toji tugged her skirt down. “You love it, though. Now let’s go.” He says as he’s leaning down to collect his book bag and soon extends his hand to her.

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked. “Plus, we still have class, you know?”

“I’ll get a doctor to write us a doctor’s note.” Toji bluntly admitted. “Now let’s get some food, and you a plan b.” His index finger tapped at Y/N’s nose, and she could only roll her eyes at his behavior.

“You’re so annoying.” She repeated once again, but she grabbed hold of his hand so he could lead her out of the lecture hall.

It was something about Toji Zenin that caused the young woman’s heart to flutter. But she had to remind herself that getting even more tangled with him would only hurt her in the end.

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OMG i just taught of this in my head its alright if ya dont wanna write it but NANAMI AS A FATHER HEADCANON cuz like man will be dedicsted to making sure his child has a goos life (and not be like gojo)

my masterlist !

✭ pairings: platonic - dad!nanami x daughter!reader

✭ warning: nanami's probably out of character, pure fluff, fem!reader

✭ word count: 1.2k words

HII OH MY GOSH, thank you for the ask!! okay so this is my first ever hc request and I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the idea of this!! I hardly ever write 'x reader' content, but I really might just start doing it for the platonic reqs! I really do think Nanamin would be the best dad ever, but Gojo would definitely be a great parent too considering that he does believe that children should be allowed to be happy without having their childhood taken away! Anyway, I've yapped enough, here are the Dad!Nanami Headcanons! Enjoy!

𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 | 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Dad!Nanami who:

✧ Raised the baby left on his doorstep, crying and swaddled in cloth with her heartbreaking screams of hunger and lack of love filled his ears. ✧ Instantly checked on her condition, considering the baby’s cries, he couldn’t tell if perhaps she was injured.  ✧ Once he figured out she was fine, he instantly rushed to the store with the baby in his arms, rushing through each aisle to hunt for baby food. ✧ Bought the food the moment he spotted it, adjusting her in his hold as he quickly paid for it, sitting on the ground outside to open the food and feed the starving child. ✧ Softens the moment he hears her cries stop, her big eyes staring up at him intently with her remaining tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.  ✧ Smiles a little the moment he sees how quickly she devours the baby food, showing how hungry she really is. ✧ Thought maybe parenthood isn’t as bad as it seems.

✧ Feels pride bubble up in his chest the moment she begins to walk, her smile wide as she wobbles towards him, his arms wide open as he speaks to her with soft encouragement, “That’s it, step by step.” ✧ Scoops her up into a big hug the moment she’s a few inches away from her, her little giggles of amusement bringing her so much joy. ✧ Doesn’t mind doodling silly little things with her, scribbling down on a paper whatever she asks, as long as it’s after work hours, despite his urge to bend the rules for his little girl. ✧ Brings her to work as long as he’s not on a mission (because really, who in the right mind would put such a precious being in harm’s way?), just to make sure that she’s safe and sound. At least she’s with him, and he can keep an eye on her. ✧ Knows he can trust his baby girl with Gojo’s students when he needs to go on a mission, and never Gojo, even if Fushiguro did turn out the way he did under Gojo’s care. ✧ Would make the three teens promise not to let Gojo within a five-foot radius of his little daughter because he knows it would mean nothing but trouble (who knows what really goes on behind those blindfolded, blank eyes.) ✧ Is nothing but touched to see how the three students cared for his little girl so carefully, seeing her resting on Itadori’s chest as they sleep on the couch with the hushed noises of children’s cartoons in the background from the TV. ✧ Tucks her away before gently placing a warm blanket over the three students who he clearly cared for (he’s never explicitly said so, but they all know it). He’s nothing short of grateful for their help babysitting the precious little girl in his life, and he sees her as his own, not caring for the fact that she was just left on his doorstep. He can’t wait to see her grow.

✧ Tears up a little behind his glasses as he drops her off for her first day at preschool, his face stoic as ever as he wonders where all the time went as he watches her skip off to class, waving goodbye to him. ✧ Wishes that time would slow down just for a while so he could read her bedtime stories and notice the tiny things she does to try and make his day easier. Always his little helper, she was. ✧ Can’t wait to pick her up, packing up fifteen minutes earlier from work just to collect her on time, turning to Gojo with a glare as the white-haired man smirks, entertained to see his junior so caring and paternal. ✧ Arrives at her preschool just a minute early, waiting at the school’s gates as he hears the bell ring, the cheers of other kids rushing out like water from a broken dam. His eyes immediately rush to find her tiny figure, and he bends down, recognising the top of her head through the sea of children. ✧ Listens to every little thing she tells him, from what she saw in the class to the friends she made – even the tiny ants she saw at the playground during recess. ✧ Smiles the moment he sees the drawing she did in class of a poorly-drawn him and herself (he doesn’t mind it one bit), just proud to have been involved in her growth. ✧ Frames the drawing instantly, and though it’s a little big, it sits on his bedside table, right next to his wristwatch and glasses. ✧ Has no hesitation to put aside whatever housework the moment she asks for help with homework – math specifically. ✧ Is as patient as he can be, explaining the basics clearer for his precious daughter to understand, helping her with the first bit before letting her try it out on her own. He’s positively glowing with pride when he checks through her homework, finding it all done correctly. ✧ Ruffles her hair as she grins with a laugh as he gives her his rare words of encouragement, “Great work, kiddo.” ✧ Sees her with a gold star sticker her homework the next day as she runs to him after school, her maths worksheet waving in the air as she jumps into his arms. ✧ Is nothing but satisfied to see her beaming with pride at her efforts, and relieved to know that he’s doing a good job so far.

✧ Finds himself stuck, struggling to explain where her mother is as she peers curiously up at him, his daughter now up to his hip. ✧ She’s grown again, and her increased height followed her curiosity as she asked more questions, and noticed more things – well in this case, the lack thereof. ✧ He simply replied with a, “It’s always been you and I.” Relief fills him the moment he sees a nod in understanding, but the thought keeps him awake at night. Eventually, he’ll have to explain, it’s always the hardest thing to find out how to do it. ✧ Finds out why she asked as he spots a little worksheet on her desk, his brown eyes widening as he recognises it as a family tree. ✧ Two of the slots are filled, but the rest remain blank, and he feels nothing but pity, a sigh escaping him as he picks up the sheet of paper. ✧ Plans to tell his daughter everything that night, preparing her favourite dishes and desserts, but his nerves are getting to him, resulting in a tense silence as he sits at the dining table, waiting for her to finish her shower. ✧ Notices the moment passes as she sits down, digging into her meal as he clears his throat, finally finding it in him to speak. ✧ Watches every twitch of her eyelid as she blinks, waiting for some sort of reaction from her, hoping that she’d take it well. He’s not sure of what he’d do if it all went south. ✧ Is silent by the end of the explanation, waiting, gauging for her voice to say something, but all he can see are her big eyes staring at him. ✧ Is caught off guard when she says, “I don’t need any other family, because I have you, Dad. I don’t care if I’m adopted or not, you’ll always be my dad.” ✧ Feels his eyes water, his arms spreading open to pull her into a hug. It’s uncharacteristic of him, but for her, he wouldn’t care. She’s his daughter, his little girl, not bound by blood but by bond. ✧ Would want nothing more than to hold her in his arms, wishing to protect her from every little bit of harm because that’s what you do with things you adore, with the things you treasure – and she’s everything to him, his baby girl.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I finally figured out how to request from you! I live in Australia so it was hard to find the correct times and days. I literally stayed up all night just so that I can request something *crying for the need to sleep*.

Anyway, can I request either Odin, Thor and Loki with a female Hiccup Reader from 'How to Train your Dragon' and having children.

Or Poseidon breeding NSFW with a female human reader who loves the ocean and sea life (bonus with their first meeting where he sees reader chasing some delinquents away with a baseball bat).

Anyway, I'm going to crash and sleep any minute now, so... Love your work!

This wasn’t going to be this long, but I couldn’t stop once I got started :3

Minors DNI

-It was very rarely that a human caught Poseidon’s attention. Kojiro had been one of the first, after he managed to defeat the lord of the seas, and when he came back, he was ‘nicer’ to Kojiro, compared to other humans, as he had earned Poseidon’s respect.

-As all those who fell in Ragnarok were given their lives back, wished back by a selfless human, Poseidon did have to admit, only to himself, that not all humans were bad.

-So, when you caught his eye when he was walking along one of his beaches in his realm, chasing some teenagers with a baseball bat, “You bastards!! Pick up your mess! You’re gonna kill more wildlife with your trash!!”

-Hearing you defending the sea and its wildlife so much did surprise him, before he saw a pile of garbage, left by the teenagers who were running, laughing at they didn’t care.

-You huffed, giving up the chase and Poseidon watched as you went back to the trash and pulled out a bag, cleaning up the mess yourself, muttering under your breath.

-Poseidon sought out the teenagers first, who were laughing, thinking it was funny that you got so mad. As he appeared behind them, his voice low and dangerous, “What are you doing to my domain?” they were not expecting to see Poseidon himself there, glaring down at him.

-They were quickly screaming, hugging onto each other as Poseidon put the fear of… well him into them, teaching them a lesson they soon wouldn’t forget before kicking them out of his domain.

-When he returned to you, the mess was all cleaned up, deposed of properly and you had washed your hands, returning to your own bag on the beach, and you were sketching in a notebook, sitting in the sand with your feet buried, your baseball bat sitting beside you.

-He approached you and you turned, hearing the footsteps and you were surprised to see Poseidon himself there before he spoke, “Thank you human- for cleaning up the mess of those scum. They won’t be bothering my domain again.”

-You questioned, for like a half a second, if he had killed them, as you knew that Poseidon was known for being brutal when he wanted to be before you smiled up at him, stunning him with the warmth behind it, “It’s no problem- I can’t stand it when others make a mess of nature!”

-He knew of humans who did try to help, but those who didn’t care far outweighed those who did, but to actually meet one, to see your determination to at least try, it made a very soft smile appear on his lips.

-He kneeled beside you in the sand, looking at your sketchbook, seeing various pictures of wildlife from seagulls to turtles and a few shells as well as some doodles, but his attention quickly went back to you.

-There was something about you- something new. He couldn’t tell you what exactly, but there was a pull, as he reached out with both hands, after putting his trident down, cupping your cheeks, making them warm and color, “I should reward such an honorable human~”

-You’re not sure what was happening, but you welcomed his advances, feeling the same odd pull he was, and he leaned in, kissing you deeply.

-Your sketchbook and pencil fell to the sand as he leaned over you, forcing you to tilt your head up as you whined softly as he stole your breath away, kissing you so deeply.

-Your soft sounds were clouding his mind, he felt like he was drowning in you, but he wanted to- he wanted more!

-He quickly stood, pulling you with him, easily pulling you into his arms, your legs going around his waist which made him shivering lightly as you kissed him back, tongues dancing together as your breaths both turned ragged.

-With a flick of his wrist, you, him, his trident, and your belongings were all suddenly in a room, his private bed chambers. He wanted you there and now, but he wasn’t willing to do it on the sand- he was not going to deal with sand in places they shouldn’t be!

-Once your back met the mattress he grinded his hips against your own, feeling his throbbing cock against your own core and your back arched, breaking the kiss with a whine as you bit your bottom lip.

-Clothes were quickly shed, exposing your body to Poseidon- he could see scars adorning your body, but instead of being disgusted, he found them beautiful, his lips trailing across them, seeing them as badges that you earned, no matter how you got them.

-Your hands met his hair, finding it soft as your nails scratched against his scalp, pulling a deep groan from his own lips which made your back arch, you had never heard such an alluring sound before.

-This was something passionate, you had never met this man before, but you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop, and neither did he- he wanted this- he wanted you, all of you! Neither of you could explain the heat or these strange feelings between the two of you, but it didn’t matter- it felt too good.

-Poseidon was definitely the dominate one in bed, holding your hair in his hand as he forced you to swallow his cock over and over, feeling your hands on his thighs as you huffed through your nose. You gazed up at him through teary eyes which made him buck up, sending him deeper. You choked only for a moment before swallowing him again, sucking and massaging him with your lips which made him throw his head back, “Gods human- you- umfph!” he couldn’t speak as you hollowed your cheeks again, making him moan so pretty for you again.

-He hadn’t known such an attentive lover before, someone who was willing to pleasure him willing, not just because he told you to.

-Your tongue swirled around his tip as he felt his head go back, feeling his release coming, huffing down at you, you smirked up at him, surprising him, “Cum for me, my King~” your words, your teasing- he quickly grabbed your face, a hand on either side and forced you down on him as he came, forcing you to swallow it.

-You pulled back, licking at your lips and he couldn’t help but smirk, “Minx!” you grinned up at him, feeling so bold as you managed to capture the tip in your mouth again, making him buck before he grabbed you, pulling you back, holding your hair again, glaring down at you. He hadn’t known humans to be so promiscuous!

-His fingers felt so good against your own opening, joining his tongue as he tried to drown himself on you, pleasuring you with his tongue.

-You were gripping the sheets, your back arched as your eyes were crossing, it felt so good, “Poseidon- please- I’m so- ngh! So-so close!” he stroked that special place, so deep inside of you, pulling back, licking his lips like a hungry beast, “Oh~ so close already? Very well- let’s see what you look like when you cum.”

-His words made your veins feel like fire as he went harder, stroking deep inside of you and you felt your vision going white as you cried out- at least you felt like you cried out, as you spasmed around him.

-He smirked down at you, seeing you coming undone- you looked so good like that, he wanted to make you do it again and again and again, licking his lips.

-When he first entered you, holding your head down to the sheets as he entered you from behind, holding your hips up with one hand, your elongated moan swelled his ego, even more than it had been, he was just so big!

-You were so tight around him, sucking him in perfectly as you gripped the sheets, his hands gripping at your hips as he pounded deeply into you, driving cries from your lips with each thrust.

-He watched your ass bounce with his movements, watching the flesh dance below it as he gripped it, spreading your cheeks, making you whine as he stared at where the two of you were joined.

-The sight was so alluring, seeing your slick coating his cock, a milky ring covering his cock which made him go harder and harder, making your cries grow in volume as you threw your head back, “Poseidon ohh~~” he slapped your ass, once then twice, so both your cheeks were turning colors, “That’s not my name at the moment Y/N!”

-You whined, the slight pain feeling so good as you stretched out your hands, “My King!” you were rewarded for your correct answer by him moving hips even faster. You could feel your orgasm quickly coming, he was hitting every spot inside of you that was making you feel stars.

-He hissed through his teeth, brushing his hair back out of his eyes, feeling you tighten around him as he gripped your hips, not caring if they were going to leave bruises as something new swelled inside of him.

-You felt so perfect around him, so tight and warm- he never wanted to leave you. You weren’t going to leave him. You were perfect- you were going to stare here forever with him!

-He thrusts became brutal until he felt you clench hard around him, your body going limp as he tried to enter as deep as possible, emptying himself inside of you.

-You felt his head on your back, his soft hair tickling you slightly as you both gasped for air. You had never felt this way before- it felt amazing!

-He pulled out slowly, listening to you whining from overstimulation and he watched his love gush out of you as you whimpered softly- you felt so full, but you felt so delicious at the same time.

-He pressed a kiss to your back, trailing up as your body relaxed, laying down on the bed before he brushed your hair from your face, kissing your cheek softly, “You get five minutes- I’m going to keep filling you until I properly breed you and you carry my child.”

-You clenched around nothing at his words, your eyes wide as he moved to stand, pulling on a robe to get you both some water to drink.

-It didn’t matter to him if you could get pregnant or not, he was going to continue breeding you, over and over if he had to. You couldn’t help but smile, looking forward to it.

[justathoughtfulangel]

Nothing But The Truth ~ Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Pairing: siphon!Kai X witch!Saltzman!Reader

Word Count: 3,388

Requested?: Yes

This is a sequel to "I'd Rather You Lie." I've done my best to make sure this piece is readable as a one shot, but if you'd like to read the prequel, please read it here.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rosie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N :)

Description: Kai betrayed her trust, used her for his own selfish means. Now, he can't bear the pain and hurt he's caused her. Malachai understands now that he loves her, but is love enough to mend a broken heart?

Warnings: angst/heartbreak and minor mature language

The story begins after the break! I hope you enjoy reading it :)

“I’d rather you lie.” 

It was easier for Rosalie when he lied. It had been easier to believe it was real. Now, she’d heard the lies so often she couldn’t possibly know what was true anymore. Kai’s ramblings came to a halt. Rose’s smile was more akin to a grimace. There were no tears in her eyes; there was nothing in her eyes as if there was no soul behind them.

Malachai had hurt many people in his life. He’d murdered his siblings, and he’d spent years torturing himself. Somehow, this emptiness in her was worse than all the damage he’d done combined. “Rosalie…” She just shook her head, walking passed him. There was still no emotion on her face as she hugged her winter jacket around her body. Kai watched her walk away, feeling the snow settle in his hair. The cold did not compare to all the pain that consumed him. 

He tried to take a shaky breath. With a choked gasp and unbearable pain in his heart, Malachai watched her until she became a speck of dust in the distance. The worst part of it all? She didn’t turn to look back at him once.

~

Was it his fault for breaking her heart, or was it hers for allowing him to hold it in the first place? Her brain and heart grappled over this question every night, making it impossible to sleep. Thanks to Kai, she couldn’t return to the life she’d once loved. There was nothing left inside her that would allow her to love. 

It wasn’t as if Rose was a stranger to pain. She’d been abandoned by people before. The people who brought her into the world had died. The ones who adopted her into their home as a child saw her as only a paycheck. Even Alaric was dead for a few years before miraculously coming alive again. None of those heartaches had destroyed her in the same way Malachai had.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time truly being in love. She couldn’t feel anything anymore, not even anger. Though her mind and heart disagreed on whose fault it was, they both knew feeling the agony of that betrayal would consume her.

For now, all she could do was continue existing in an endless cycle – school, work, Dad, friends, eat, sleep, repeat. ~

A new semester was starting after winter break, and Rosalie considered it a fresh start. She would put herself out there again; she’d try to come back to life. Rose was sitting in a large lecture hall, waiting for the professor of her creative writing course to arrive. She twirled her stylus around her fingers, making random doodles on her iPad. Someone sat down a few seats away from her, but she paid them no mind. 

The hall continued to fill, and Professor Smith arrived ten minutes late. She was fun, and her quippy nature made up for the tardiness. Listening to a professor review a syllabus wasn’t boring for once. Rosalie was paying close attention, jotting down miscellaneous notes about due dates and assignment details. 

“Your final paper, worth 30% of your grade, will be a writing piece: eight to ten pages long with attention to all topics and techniques we’ll review throughout the semester. Students who do best on this assignment never fail to present their learnings in a unique, refreshing way. Nothing should limit your imagination. Isn’t that right, boy who can’t stop staring at the girl in his row?”  Rose was looking at the professor when she singled out the student not listening. As did the other students, she, too, looked around to see who the professor was scolding. Her grip slackened on her stylus as she heard his voice a few feet away. She would know that voice anywhere. “Y-yes, Professor. I’m sorry.” The professor nodded and continued. Malachai stole one more glance in her direction when the professor’s back was turned, and his eyes met Rosalie’s after weeks of not seeing each other.

~

Before he could talk to her, Rose rushed out of the lecture hall. Was he stalking her now? Swallowing away the bitter taste in her mouth, Rosalie instinctively made her way to her dad’s office. Glancing at the time, she knew Alaric was giving a lecture. Unlocking the door with magic and locking it behind her, Rose collapsed onto the couch. Her head fell into her hands, and her foot tapped against the ground anxiously. 

Rosalie hadn’t yet asked her dad for Kai’s true story. She didn’t want to know it anymore; she told herself she didn’t care about him and whatever was causing him pain. Whether she would admit it or not, Rosalie was lying to herself, just as Kai had lied to her for weeks. 

She stayed in the same spot for hours, finally looking up when she heard the door unlock. Alaric smiled at his daughter, unsurprised to find her here. This was a first-day-of-the-semester tradition for them – tea in his office and unpacking what happened in their new classes. Ric turned on the hot water kettle, pulling out mugs and tea for them. He only noted her troubles when she greeted him without energy, and his smile faded quickly. “Rosalie? What’s the matter?” 

Rose sighed deeply, not knowing where to start. “I need you to tell me everything about Kai, Dad. Please.” The turmoil had been suppressed long enough; she bit the bullet and watched Ric’s expression twitch. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Hot water and honey were poured into their mugs. Rose kicked her shoes off, curled her legs under her, and claimed the steaming cup of tea. The silence was broken only when Alaric sat beside her on the couch.

He was torn about how much he should involve her but hiding the truth from Rose allowed Kai to hurt her. Ric wouldn’t hide things from her anymore. “Malachai is Josette’s twin brother.” A confused expression came over Rose’s face immediately. “Jo is in her early 40s. How is that possible?” To his credit, Alaric told her everything without biased embellishments, telling her the story exactly as Jo told him. 

Of course, even he didn’t know the story from Malachai’s perspective. 

He told her about how Kai was meant to merge with Jo and become the leader of the Gemini coven, how he was never worthy of the position. When he found out the thing he lusted after for twenty-two years would never be his, Kai snapped, murdering four of his little siblings in cold blood. Kai stuck a hunting knife into Josette and took out her spleen. Ultimately, he was after Lucas and Olivia. The Coven locked him up in a prison world, and he escaped when Bonnie and Damon ended up there after the Other Side collapsed.

Rosalie listened to everything, finding it impossible to believe that the guy she knew – the guy she thought she knew – was capable of all of this. Even as she left her dad’s office, Rose repeated the story in her mind. There had to be more to this story. No one was born evil. Something must have happened to Kai - something so horrible and cruel that his only choice was to protect himself this way. 

Alaric had heard the story from Jo, but he hadn’t seen the tears Kai shed when no one was around to see them. Whatever caused him to snap tormented him even now, and no one should live that way. Despite this, Rosalie didn’t have it in her to forgive him. Maybe it was selfish, but he’d used someone who trusted him for reasons she could barely justify. 

The door to her apartment closed behind her. Trying to push the thoughts away, Rose walked over to her fridge. She pulled it open, and the wave of cool air sent her mind reeling back…

Even on the drive back to Mystic Falls, her thoughts were consumed with Kai. He’d kissed her, and then he disappeared. What kind of decent person does that? Rosalie had begun to think that maybe she didn’t know Malachai at all. Her thoughts would be proven right a few minutes later.  When Rose entered the Salvatore House, she heard the flames of the fireplace crackling and voices coming from the living room. “How do you know my daughter?” Her dad was threatening someone, holding them by their neck as he tilted the chair towards the fireplace. Damon forced him away, trying to calm Alaric down. “Easy, Papa Bear. Kai’s going to cooperate. Talk. Now.”  Kai? Her Kai? No… “Didn’t you know? I’ve been dating her for a while. Here I thought she told you everything, Alaric. Of course, she thinks it’s real, which is sweet, really. At least someone among us has a heart.”  Kai kept on talking, but she heard none of it. It was as if her senses had been disconnected from her brain. “She’s just so welcoming… it was so easy to step into her life. I could get into all of yours and take what I’ve always wanted. But you really didn’t need to torture me to get that out of me, did you? I think I’m an excellent communicator.”  Damon and her dad had already seen Rose standing there, and when Damon forced Kai’s chair around, she registered the briefest flicker of remorse in his eyes. She didn’t have it in her to care, not right now. All she did was turn around and leave. The air outside felt so much colder than she could bear. It bit her cheeks as tears filled her eyes. Rosalie refused to let them fall. She would not cry over someone who was using her.

The tears that had refused to spill all those months ago came bubbling to the surface. Her knees buckled below her, and her hands rushed to cover her mouth as a pained scream came out. All the agony at his betrayal created burning trails on her cheeks, and as she curled up on the ground, her shoulders shook with each sob. 

Rosalie finally let herself admit that she had loved Malachai: she probably still did. She’d put her heart into someone’s hands for the first time and this was what she earned in return. Nothing in her life felt fair. How many more people would hurt her before she could finally be free? 

The anguish she’d failed to acknowledge and process now took over. It subsided hours later when the chill from the open fridge had coated her spine and the door beeped in protest. Rose gave it a weak push and it creaked shut. 

She’d loved him, and now she didn’t think she could love anymore.

~

Caroline smacked a piece of paper down on the table in front of Rosalie. “The annual Whitmore Bitter Ball is on Saturday, and you’re coming.” Rose picked up the flyer, smiling without amusement at the clashing black and grey letters. “Come onnnn, you’re the one that’s most bitter in love out of any of us.” 

Elena and Bonnie gave Caroline a withering stare, while Rose just shook her head. “Sorry… insensitive.” She cleared her throat, trying to dispel the awkwardness. “You should come, Rosalie. We all deserve a night out.�� Elena was gently encouraging in stark contrast to Caroline. Rose didn’t know how she felt about it. “Okay, dance or no dance, at least come dress shopping with us? We need your opinions.” Truthfully, it sounded dreadful. After a long blink, Rosalie smiled and agreed. “Fine. It’ll be just like high school.” It wouldn’t be for her; it would be for her friends.

A few hours later, Rosalie was walking between aisles upon aisles of dresses. Some were gaudy and drew way too much attention. Some were too plain for a ball. Then again, maybe plain was best – something that could help her hide in the shadows as she attended the dance for the sake of her worried friends. 

Rose ultimately chose a silken, black gown. It had an attractive sweetheart neckline and golden embellishments around the waist. The skirt didn’t puff out obnoxiously, and with a golden mask to abide by the masquerade policy, it was the perfect disguise.

~

On Saturday evening, Rosalie found herself standing in the corner of the grand ballroom. People were all over the place: some drunk, some dancing, some crying, and some doing all of the above. Rose watched people move about behind her mask, twirling the straw around in her gin and soda with extra limes. She’d promised Caroline she’d stay out for an hour, and thankfully, the hour was almost up. 

Downing her drink, Rosalie walked across the dance floor. She had managed to artfully avoid the masses until she reached the bar. The glass clinked down onto the granite counter, right beside someone also attending this ball alone. He turned around slowly, setting down his own glass. They looked at each other silently for a few heavy seconds, neither saying a word. 

Malachai’s eyes shined in the dim lighting of the ballroom, swimming with numerous feelings yet glistening with the joy of seeing her. Rosalie’s expression remained passive, unreadable. She’d cried her heart out already. What was the next step in the process of healing from heartbreak? 

“I don’t know how a ball for the brokenhearted could be such a hit,” Kai said. Rose smiled without amusement, looking around at the crowd once again. “You never know, maybe lots of people have broken hearts around here.” Malachai swallowed away the knot of emotion in his throat, his eyes darting to the dance floor. “Maybe you’re right.”

He refused to meet her eyes, and it sparked something inside her. It was some convoluted mixture of rage, pain, desperation, and, most unexpectedly, a tinge of hope. “Dance with me?” She held out her hand to him in challenge. Kai’s gaze flit between her hand, the dancing couples, and the gleam in her eyes. Whatever brought it back, he’d missed it dearly. He took her hand, leading her to join the crowds. 

Rose let out a soft laugh at the song change, wondering if Caroline had something to do with the music. War of Hearts played over the speakers as Kai’s hand came to rest on her waist. Their fingers linked together, and this time, everything else fell away. 

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you.

Both recalled the same memories as they stepped in unison. Their awkward first interaction in the coffee shop. The first date where Kai was trying to be charming but ended up spilling soda all over his shirt. His tears when the thoughts of his past tormented him. The devastation they both felt when Rosalie found out about Malachai’s betrayal. 

“Have you been stalking me, by the way?” Kai almost smiled, his brow rising. “Would you believe me if I said I had no idea you’d be in the same section?” He twirled her around, pulling her back to him. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to believe, Malachai.” 

She’d been the only one who could use his full first name without making him flinch. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Kai sighed, resigned with himself. “I don’t know what I can say, Rose. You have every right to not trust me. Let me just ask you one thing, and then I will leave you alone.”

I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to. I can’t help but want you. I know that I’d die without you.

“Do you honestly think I didn’t break my own heart when I broke yours?” His arms wrapped around her as Kai selfishly pulled her close. If this was the last time, he needed to hold her close. The back of his hand brushed her cheek, and he memorized the feel of her soft skin. He was close enough to see the reflection of his dark, satin mask in Rosalie’s eyes. 

Rose didn’t know how to react. Her first instinct was to say no. He had sounded so convincing when he gloated to Ric and Damon about how he used her. How could that be the voice of someone with a broken heart? That same person stood in front of her now, looking at her with deeper affection and sincerity unlike anything she’d known before. 

Rosalie held the hand brushing her cheek, wrapping her own around it before stepping away from Kai. “Malachai, I can’t do this again.” Kai had let her walk away once. He wouldn’t give up without a fight this time. “Please… I promise I won’t ever hurt you. I won’t lie to you. From now on, nothing but the truth.” 

I can’t help but be wrong in the dark, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts. I can’t help but want oceans to part, ‘cause I’m overcome in this war of hearts.

With those words, Rose threw her arms around Malachai and kissed him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was just plain stupid. It didn’t matter. Not trusting him had been so unendurably painful; even if he played her again, it would be worth it.

Kai froze in surprise for a fraction of a second, not expecting her to give him the one thing he wanted most. He took her face in his hands, suppressing a sob of relief and joy. Malachai brought her closer, hugging her flush against his body. 

People still danced around them, oblivious to the two souls who’d found each other and would never part again.

~

The end of the semester approached, faster than anticipated. Malachai and Rosalie had spent the last months together, and true to his word, he hadn’t lied to her… until tonight.

In his lonesome years in the prison world, Kai had honed his cooking and baking skills. Tonight, after a long week of finals, they were making Kai’s chocolate chip cookies – a recipe he’d refined and mastered over twelve years. Rosalie was whipping together browned butter and sugar, and Kai was chopping chunks of dark chocolate into shards with a knife. The apartment smelled like toasted sugar, and their playful banter brought them much-needed laughter. 

“Where’d you put the vanilla extract I brought over?” Rosalie was looking in Kai’s kitchen drawers, and just as she reached one near the edge of the counter, he stepped in front of her. “Not in that one! There’s nothing in that one. Let’s move on.” Why was he in such a rush to get her away from that drawer? 

“Malachai… what are you hiding from me?” He sighed and stepped aside, remembering his promise to her. Rose didn’t take her eyes off him as she opened the drawer. Looking down, she halted in shock at the only object inside: a small black jewelry box.

Kai grabbed it before she could, putting it behind her back. She gave him a look, raising her eyebrows in question. “What are you hiding from me?” She repeated her question, her voice even more pointed, now with curiosity rather than suspicion. Adorably anxious, Kai nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his hair momentarily. 

Setting the box on the kitchen counter, Kai flipped its lid. Within it, tucked into cushioned velvet, lay matching silver rings. They were similar in style to the ones Malachai often wore, the metal bands thick and fairly plain. He removed them both, showing her the inscription inside the bands: nothing but the truth.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not yet, at least.” Kai’s nervousness didn’t help him get these words out, but when he looked up, looking into her eyes, suddenly it was much easier. “I wanted us to have something that reminds us of our journey and how far we’ve come. I want us to have these.” Before he said anything more, Kai slipped his ring onto his middle finger. Rosalie accepted his gift and put on her ring. She took his hand and laced their fingers together.  “Thank you, Kai,” Rose spoke with tenderness, holding Kai’s face. “I’ll never take it off.” Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and the smooth metal of their rings clinked together quietly. They squeezed each other’s hands lovingly, now certain neither would let go.

~~~

That's all for this piece! Thank you to the anon who requested I give them a happy ending; this story would not exist without you :)

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Burnout - Idia x Fem!Reader

A/N - I wanna get back into writing again so here’s a pretty easy one :) Haven’t played book 6 so I’m just rolling the die about in character or not lol also shoutout to @merakiui for helping me realize how to improve 

Word count - 2,757

TW - Burnout, real bad panic attacks, swearing, bullying, slight spoilers, possibly OOC?

The sun peered through the windows of Ramshackle, illuminating your dismal bedroom and burning your eyes. You slowly blinked at the window, silently cursing it out for waking you up. With a frustrated groan, you slipped out of bed and walked to your bathroom, shutting the door behind you and flicking on the lights. Your eyes rose to the mirror, and you instantly regretted it.

You had heavy eyebags, your face looked sunken in, and you lacked the previous happiness you were accustomed to back home. You ran a hand down your face, pausing as it covered your mouth, and sighed - wincing at how warm your breath felt on your skin. 

You had to admit it - you looked awful. It wasn’t like the dorm itself was any better, either. Grim had been leaving tuna cans scattered throughout the kitchen, and now the scent of moldy tuna had ingrained itself in the walls. The dust and grime you had spent so long cleaning on your first night came back with a vengeance, causing anyone who stepped foot in Ramshackle to not so discreetly cough into their arms for several minutes. 

But you couldn’t find the effort to care. All you seemed to do nowadays was sit in your bed and stare out the window - some of your friends would stop by to check in on you, or leave food, but they’d find your bedroom door locked and Grim sleeping on the couch. 

Water splashed against your face, the cold startling you from your thoughts, despite it being you who’d thrown it. 

“Damn.” You groaned, “Heat went out again.” You wiped some of the excess water off with an unwashed towel sat next to the sink, and walked back to your bed. 

As you lay down, you stared at the ceiling and tried to force yourself to sleep. All you wanted was to go home. Not deal with the bullshit of a world you don’t belong in.

Overblots, magic, and other worlds? That should be a fantasy novel. Not your life. If Crowley cared, maybe you’d be back home, petting the stray cat that liked to meow outside your apartment at 2am. Or going on the date with the cute barista you met at your favorite cafe. He’d always draw on the napkins that came with your orders, and you loved watching how good he was getting. His favorite was cats, doodling the stray you’d describe to him with a goofy smile on his face.

You could see him perfectly in your mind - tall, soft brown eyes, hair always tucked into a dark green beanie, and calloused hands that lingered over yours - but you could hardly remember his name. Did it start with a J? Or was it A? 

Tears began filling your eyes, and you turned over in bed to clutch a pillow against your chest. Your nails dug into the fabric, picking at the start of a tear, your eyes boring a hole into the wooden floorboards. 

Right as you began to drift your eyes shut, a pitiful attempt to stop the tears from flowing, someone knocked at the door. You groaned, not sparing the intruder the energy to sit up in bed, “Go away.”

You heard soft, frantic, mumbling on the door's other side, the sound reminding you of a mouse skirting through its enclosure. The person on the other side knocked again, this time somewhat quieter.

“Piss off.” You spat, feeling the anger rising in your chest from your incessant visitor, “I don’t wanna talk.”

“I-I’m not here to talk.” The meek voice piped up. You blinked and slowly sat up, staring at the door and trying to remember where you’d heard that voice before.

“Ace?” You asked incredulously, “I don’t want whatever is it you got Trey to cook, stop offering.”

“It... it’s Idia.” 

“Idia?” You got out of bed and walked to the door, holding your hand over the lock, “What are you doing here?”

“They’re... your friends won’t stop bothering me. They’re a bunch of normies, and they keep telling me to come.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask me to understand normie thought processes. Interrupted me right before my guild was gonna raid a dungeon, too...”

You rolled your eyes, glad for the layer of separation the door gave you, “Sorry that they bothered you. You can just finish your raid or whatever.”

“Really? You just gave me an extra life!” 

“Sure. Whatever.”

You were about to head back to bed, but he rapped his fingers against the door, “Oh, wait, I forgot. Ortho had said you might want these.”

“Want what?”

“Headphones, like the kind I wear. Made them myself, so you know they’re good.”

“Headphones?” You cracked open the door and peered out through the sliver. 

“More like SSR headphones, if you ask me. Noise-canceling, no static, comfortable.” Idia held a pair of black headphones, proudly enthusing over the dark blue padding around the ears and the sleek buttons hidden in the design. 

“...no static means I can play music, right?”

“Precipice Moirai is pre-loaded already, but if you can download it you can play it.”

You opened the door and grabbed the headphones, running your hand against the surprisingly soft outer rim. “Thank you, Idia.”

“NBD.”

“You know, Idia, you’re really nice.”

“Eek!” He curled into himself. “A rare mob spawned! Don’t have enough mana for this!”

You smiled, “I’ll talk to you later, alright?” He nodded in response and scurried off down the hall before you can even shut the door. “Idia...” You whispered to yourself as you slumped against your door. 

The headphones felt strangely light considering how much tech must be inside, you turned them on and placed your head against the door as unfamiliar pop music filled your ears. 

The next day, Grim was surprised to see you sitting outside Ramshackle. You were wearing headphones and drawing something on a piece of paper, unbothered by the grass and rocks biting into your skin. Grim had tried to get your attention but gave up after 5 minutes of yelling. 

He figured there were better things to do than yell at someone who wasn’t even listening, so he set off for more interesting things. 

For hours, you sat outside Ramshackle, furiously drawing something and occasionally staring at the sky. Eventually, the moon rose, twinkling and urging you to go on a walk.

You sat your drawing down and walked through Ramshackle’s gate, the cool metal stinging your hand. Wind blew through the trees in a soft melody, almost alluring enough to take off your headphones, but you opted to see instead of hear. 

Soft fireflies began to take flight, illuminating your path through the campus. You walked until you found yourself in front of the door to the hall of mirrors, its awe-inspiring splendor leaving you stuck in place. You shakily rose a hand, hesitating, before throwing the door open. You stepped inside, the smell of roses, sea spray, and perfume overwhelming your senses. 

You rose your arm to cover your nose, coughing at the sudden stimulation and forced your way inside. The mirrors had labeled pendants engraved in marble, but you barely spared them a glance before pressing your hand against the nearest surface in an attempt to balance yourself. However, you felt your heart skip a beat as your hand gave way and you fell through a mirror.

Blue fog seeped through the air, thick enough that you could barely see in front of you. You forced your way up a winding staircase, trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of being watched as you went. 

You walked through a well-kept lounge and took a moment to marvel at the technology displayed in the center, and continued until you saw a familiar face.

“Idia!” You called down the hall, jogging up to the surprised boy as you pulled your headphones to your neck, “Am I in Ignihyde? I was trying to look at the hall of mirrors, and now I’m here...”

He dropped the snacks he was holding, staring at you with a mixture of horror and shock on his face, “AH, surprise encounter!”

“No, I...” You took the headphones off your neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you. Just a bit lost. And, since I’m here, wanted to thank you for letting me borrow these.” 

Idia looked between the headphones you were offering back to him and your face, “Th-there yours.”

“Huh? No, I-” you blinked. “You sure?”

“Yeah, and I got a raid so... um... bye?” He grabbed the snacks off the floor and scurried back down the hall.

“But I’m still lost.” You sighed and resolved yourself to a long night back home.

It took two weeks before you finally started going to classes again, much to Ace and Deuce’s delight. You were pleasantly surprised at how lenient the professors were with you. You were more surprised at just how carefully every person you saw treated you as if you were a glass sculpture placed on the edge of a ledge. 

Ace, Deuce, and Grim hadn’t made a single joke at your expense, Trey kept inviting you to ‘taste test’ the things he cooked (which you knew was just a lame excuse for him to give you free food), and even Azul gave you no-strings-attached discounts at the Mostro Lounge. 

Part of you was happy for the kindness, but you knew better than to think it’d last. 

In fact, it took two weeks and three days for it to just crumble in on itself. You’d been sitting idly by yourself between classes, adding on small details to your drawing, when two pairs of sneakers entered your view.

“Thought maybe you’d gone.” The first person spoke.

“Like we’d get that lucky.” The second person snorted in laughter. 

“You’re right - people like her, just can’t seem to go away, can they?”

“I don’t want any trouble.” You mumbled, your eyes staring blankly at your drawing.

“Then why do you keep bringing it? Ever since you came here, you have just brought problem after problem.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.”

“You act so high and mighty like you’re some kind of god. All you do is bitch, and everybody bends over backward to make you quiet.”

You gripped the edges of your drawing, “I’m really sorry- I... I just...”

“You just get in the way. You can’t even use magic - why are you here?”

One of them ripped the paper from your hands, and the other held you against the tree you were sitting against when you tried to stand. 

“What is this?” The one holding the drawing turned it sideways, “Looks like shit.”

“It’s-”

The second one hit you in the stomach, “Your voice is so annoying.”

The first one showed your drawing to the second, snickered, and tore it in half.

“NO!” You cried out, reaching for the remains of your hard work.

“Shut up!” The second one slapped you, letting you fall to the ground before they kicked you in the side. After several minutes of beating, they laughed and took off for something new.

You lay on the ground, your nose was almost certainly broken and in terrible pain, but forcing yourself to sit up and grab the scraps. With teary eyes, you tried to put the pieces together. Sniveling and trying to keep the tears at bay, you unsuccessfully sat and felt yourself begin to hyperventilate. 

Nausea began to build in your stomach, the world blurring and fading away as you stared at the effort gone to waste. Shakily, you stood and began to walk back to Ramshackle. The second you saw the familiar gate, you broke into a sprint and dove into your bed, holding the blanket around your head.

You scratched at your face, banged your hands against your head, and kicked the sheets on your bed until they were bunched up at the foot of your bed. When your eyes opened again, you caught sight of your headphones sitting on your nightstand, you growled in anger and threw them at the ground, the black plastic shell falling off and splintering.

Without another thought, you tore through your room, not leaving anything untouched. By the time you were finished and breathless, a knock at your door, your room was a mess of thrown-about clothes, torn papers, and broken technology. 

You collapsed against the side of your bed, holding your head in your hands as you sobbed. A creak from your hallway caused your head to shoot up, and you saw Idia staring at you, one hand on your door, and the other cautiously held in the air.

“I... uh... the headphones tell me when they’re broken.” He looked at the plastic on the ground, and he nervously stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Idia stood just in front of you like he was on the verge of crying himself and eventually sat next to you, taking off his own headphones and playing with the settings, before putting them on your head. You recoiled at the sudden contact but took a deep breath and the soft music playing.

Idia exhaled and watched as you visibly relax, eventually letting yourself lean on his shoulder. He awkwardly tapped his fingers against his knees, unsure of himself, and waited for you to be ready. 

After 20 minutes, you slid the headphones off and exhaled shakily. “They ripped my drawing.” You spoke hoarsely.

“I’m sorry.”

“It... back home, I had this cat. Or, I didn’t have him, he just showed up. Called him Sparkler. He was a stray, lit up my house with his dumb little walk. He wasn’t that smart, but I loved him. I think he liked me. Or, if anything, he liked the tuna I’d buy him. Nobody else in my apartment complex tolerated him, said he was dirty. But I made sure he was bathed. He liked baths, y’know. Not many cats do, but he did. His dumb little eyes would light up when I turned on the sink, and he’d start meowing like crazy. I was saving up to buy him a litterbox. To really mark the occasion in my head. Like, you are my cat. And then I came here. I don’t- it’s been so long-” you sighed and fought another wave of sobs, “I was drawing him, making sure it was perfect. Didn’t wanna forget. And these guys - I don’t even know who they are- but they hate me. They keep saying things about how a girl shouldn’t be at NRC. Not like I wanna be here either. They ripped it. I’ve been working so hard, and they ripped it to shreds.”

Idia patiently held you as you started to cry again, his expression blank as he listened. 

“I... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t put this on you. I broke your gift, too. And you’ve been so nice to me, I-I...”

He didn’t say anything, just carefully stood and dragged you out of your room. The two of you walked in silence until you were sitting on his bed, nervously looking around. He sat at his computer and started typing faster than you could even see. Eventually, Ortho came in and kept you company.

After two hours of idly talking to Ortho, who was just a sweetheart, Idia sighed loudly and collapsed back in his chair.

“What is it, Big Bro?” Ortho looked at Idia.

“Just an EZ-level hack. NRC security is a common mob without me.”

“NRC security? What are you doing?” You stared at him owlishly. 

“Finding the noobs that aggrod you, obviously.” 

“What?” You jumped off his bed and to his side, looking at the blurry ID pictures of the two people who’d torn your drawing. “That’s them!”

“Whee hee hee, told you it was easy.” He grinned toothily, “RIP to their electricity!” He pressed a final button on his keyboard.

“But... Idia... why?” You turned towards him.

He kept his eyes on his screen, playing with the end of his hair, “Simple protect the NPC quest, that’s all.”

You smiled and sat down, “Thank you, Idia.”

“NBD.”

“Maybe, but I appreciate it anyway.”

Idia hesitated, looking between the keyboard and you, “There’s a cat that hangs around the grounds at night. I got space in my party for one more, if you’d want to come with someday.”

“I’d love that, Idia.” 

He turned away from you again, but if you’d look closer you’d of seen a huge blush and wider grin on his face. 

[forestlovesyou]

Night Shift - A SAYER fanfiction (Dr. Brady/Dr. Young)

So in my SAYER headcanon post I included a few doodles as a little extra and I may have played with one of the ideas a bit too much and ended up writing a short oneshot fanfiction teehee.

Thought I'd upload it here because I'm way too silly (stupid) for AO3 and I may have some more relevant reach here,, soo if you want to read some toxic office yaoi (/j), i got you!

A few extra things i'd mention is that it's completely sfw and about 4 pages long, so it's a pretty light read. If there are still any grammatical/spelling errors, I apologise. Okie have fun <3

„2:34 AM…” Hummed Dr. for the last few days due to the stress he put himself under during the development of FUTURE. He felt bitter, knowing that from all of the wishes and goals Young with a tired grogginess in his voice as he looked at the time and rubbed his eyes. He had trouble sleeping he had, only the name he came up with and the development of Halcyon Minor ended up being used in the project. Yet he bit his tongue and repressed his thoughts of injustice for the sake of peace and prodictivity, but all that got him was tossing and turning for longer and longer each day and needless to say, he was growing tired of it.

He sighed, pressed his hands against his knees and stood up; might as well do something useful with all this time and catch up on some ’homework’ to perhaps get one step ahead than the majority. Surely that would earn him some recognition. He stepped out of his room and quietly but with a clear goal in mind, approached one of the elevators. Convincing PORTER to take you somewhere else than where you should be is no hard task once you get comfortable with its chatty nature; so all Dr. Young did was tell it that it’s a secret little adventure between the two of them. He’s not the kind to be all buddy-buddy with AIs, however when both of them are stubborn about their tasks and goals, he’s still the more flexible one in the end, so he had to come up with a little ’white lie’ as he thought of it.

Stepping out of the elevator on floor 13, a shiver ran down his spine. It was an eerie yet pleasant feeling to stand in the lab all alone with everything at his disposal. Well, everything he had personal access to anyway. He turned the lights on through the control panel of the room and covered his eyes at the sudden brightness, letting out a painful groan. He took a stroll around the lab, getting used to the lights again and then plopped into his chair at his desk, leaning back and spun around with it once, before booting up his computer. He logged in and skimmed through the files, wondering where he should start. He could either continue yesterday’s project with the risk of his little misadventure being found out, look at FUTURE’s current status in Halcyon Minor or read through the developer’s logs for a bit of a recap, however that sounded half as interesting as the other options.

Dr. Young propped his head up with his elbow on the table, inhaling deeply before quietly mumbling to himself, „Sounds boring but it might give me some inspiration… or just.. try and see what they eat up in Dr. Brady being team lead so much… makes no fucking sense.” He sighed in annoyance as he opened one of the many developer’s logs and put some music on to soothe himself. It actually didn’t take him long to get interested in what he was reading as his eyes grew wide at seeing his name on the screen.

„Huh? Dr. Young continues to shine. He even made a passing attempt to conceal his disappointment at not being named lead developer on this project, which for Howard, is pro- Man, screw you!” He frowned but he couldn’t stop reading, much to his luck as his opinion quickly softened as he finished this paragraph. His eyebrows were still furrowed, eyeing the monitor with suspicion, however a slight annoyed smile curved at the corner of his mouth, „He called Dr. Caulfield an asshole and he called me shining. Now what is that supposed to mean…? I wonder if he read the logs as well though… eh, it’s not like we’ll ever really know, but it’d be amusing to see his face.” He sat in silence for a while, staring at his desk not entirely understanding these mixed emotions he’s experiencing.

After that he quickly closed the log he’s been reading and switched to another one, finally being able to skim through the important details without any distractions, until he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He yelped and shuddered violently, resulting his headphones to fall off of his head, „JESUS! WHO THE” He turned around with fear and defensive agression in his eyes, as if he was a teen being caught in the middle of googling something strange, but instead of anything he could’ve expected it was Dr. Brady with a soft yet bewildered expression on his face, with a cup of coffee in hand.

„Howard, what are you doing here at 3 in the morning?” Asked Dr. Brady in a slightly hushed, inquiring tone.

Dr. Young turned to the other man completely with his hand still on his chest, „What are you doing here? A- And how did you get that?” He pointed at the coffee, trying to pathetically change the subject.

Brady crossed his arms, „I’m pretty positive I asked you first.”

Young looked away, flushed at having to explain himself, „Fine… I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d do something productive instead.” He frowned.

„Without supervision?” Brady raised a brow.

Young raised his hands defensively, „Listen I didn’t even get to actually doing anything, I was just reading the developer’s logs, I don’t need your babysitting for that.”

Brady rolled a chair next to him and sat down, „That doesn’t change your situation by much but I can’t sleep either so let’s humor the idea.”

„Well duh, I absolutely can’t fathom how you’re unable to sleep with coffee in hand.”

„Oh yeah, that. Came up with a pretty decent excuse as to why I need to be here and just asked for a cup… In reality I just had a gut feeling and well, here you are.” He took a sip of his coffee and scooted closer to Young, fixed his glasses and looked at the computer screen, „And did you find anything interesting?”

Young stared at the screen as well, idly scrolling the opened log up and down, „I just don’t understand. Why say those things about me? Why me specifically? I mean…”

„What? Oh… that. Listen, I know you’re unhappy about the way things are going here but I’m not your enemy. Your ambition and expertise is just what I need to keep things flowing, sure you’re argumentative and-” Young opened his mouth to argue back but he couldn’t say a single word before Brady pressed his finger against his mouth, „Howard, shut up for a second and listen to me. I just want to say that putting all of these negative feelings aside, which I mostly understand by the way, you’re an essential part of this team and you’ll have to deal with these emotions somehow as it wasn’t in your control, nor mine. But we have to adapt and make the most of it, the future needs us and it definitely needs you.” He finger gunned to try and lighten up the mood a little.

Dr. Young was baffled by this and had a rather complex expression on his face which included annoyance, sadness and embarrassment but it could be read from his eyes that he’s still trying to process all of these thoughts. It would be so much easier if Dr. Brady wasn’t this friendly. If he wasn’t trying to be understanding. Sure that’s not a team leader’s best quality, but It’d be so much easier for Young’s fragile ego and ruffled feelings. So he did what he deemed was best for hiding these weak points,

„That was so cheesy, I think I puked in my mouth a little.” Dumbass.

Dr. Brady blinked a few times, not sure how to react. Both of them are adult men, right? „That’s… a very mature reaction of you, but I guess you are right, it was kinda cheesy.” He chuckled awkwardly, looking slightly disappointed.

Dr. Young raised his eyebrows and looked away with a frown on his face, things didn’t quite land as he wanted, huh. Or did he even know what he wanted in the first place? „…Thank you. I meant thank you… it’s just ughhh…!” He buried his face in his hands, trying to regain his composure. Dr. Brady’s expression softened and put a hand on Dr. Young’s back, rubbing it gently.

„Do you want to talk about something else? I mean come on it’s the dead of night, screw work for once.” But Dr. Young didn’t reply anything intelligable, just let out a worn out groan. Dr. Brady took that as a reluctant ’yes’ and pat the other’s back, „Come on!” He said in a quick and firm, yet kind voice. Dr. Young looked up with a pained „Huh?” and was quickly surprised by staring right at Dr. Brady’s open arms, „Come on, I’m not gonna offer it twice, I can see that you need it.” Dr. Young flushed at the offer, his eyes darting from Dr. Brady’s face to his body and vica versa. Throughout his years of working for Ærolith Dynamics he completely got used to most genuine physical affection to be nearly non-existent, so he hesitated. He hesitated but after a few seconds his body moved on its own, scooting closer and leaning into the hug, quick and strong, causing Dr. Brady’s chair scoot back a little bit, „Woah- woah… hey, It’s okay.” He caressed Young’s back in a circular motion, „You can… stay as long as you need, take your time.” They sat quietly like this for a while before Dr. Young broke the silence,

„I miss Earth sometimes…”

„Hm? How so?”

„You don’t?”

Brady rubbed his chin with his free hand, „I mean I suppose I do sometimes, I’m just curious.”

„I mean, I get everything I need here and I have a very decent job, but wants are a whole different topic. I miss the breeze on my skin, choosing my own wardrobe, sleeping in just because I can… I miss the food…” As he said that, his stomach audibly growled, causing him to shudder and shrink into himself as much as possible out of embarrassment.

Dr. Brady pat the other’s back and and exhaled through his nose, smiling a little, trying to comfort him, „Hungry?”

Young relaxed and nodded, „I mean it’s so late, are you not?”

„Hmm the coffee leaves me good to go until the morning, sorry I can’t help you though.”

Young shook his head and sighed, „Nevermind. Actually it’s kind of a strange experience. I mean based on our schedules, SAYER would pretty much never let this happen. I totally get it why but it feels kind of rebellious now that I think about it. It will be so pissed in the morning.” He flashed a cheeky smile.

„Are you sure you’re not just trying to cope right now?” He teased, „But most likely yeah, I’m sure SAYER already knows about us, but it wouldn’t make much sense to interfere by now.”

„How fucked are we then?”

Dr. Brady hummed, „Most likely not fired but enough to just rather not think about it right now.”

„What if the others find us like this?”

„Well… do you want to leave?”

„…No.”

„Then we’ll just have to figure it out in the morning.”

[fanboo]

Stargazing

Slimecicle

You loved stargazing. There was nothing better, in your opinion. Often times you could be found at the park, leaned against a tree and wrapped in a blanket. Off in your own little world.

If someone were to walk around your college and ask your classmates about you, they would each say the same thing: “they’re off in their own world.” That is, if any of them noticed you. Silent in a corner, doodling in a journal until it was time to go. Of course, you noticed all of them. The students here were loud. One in particular stood out to you. Charlie Dalgleish. No matter who the person was, he seemed to get along with everyone. You found it admirable, the way he could befriend anyone with such ease. Even you, it seemed.

Halfway through the semester, the boy had started talking to you. Small at first, just ‘hellos’ in passing, then more, until somehow he’d convinced you to each lunch with him twice a week. The first time you joined him, you were shocked to see he ate alone. Plenty of his friends were around, at their own groups. Charlie seemed to not belong to any one.

Truth be told, you enjoyed eating with Charlie. He was funny, and quite kind. You’d found he was more intelligent then you’d expected. Those lunch ‘dates’ soon became your favorite part of the college, though you’d never admit it. On one such date, Charlie had asked you why you didn’t talk much. “I just prefer to think, I suppose,” you replied. “I don’t like many people, I prefer being by myself at a park.”

The response had prompted him to ask if you had a favorite place, and so you brought him to your stargazing tree at the park. You told him you came most nights just to look at the sky and breathe. “You can join sometime if you want,” you offered. “Are you sure?” He’d asked. “It’s not like I own this tree, Charlie. It’s a public park.”

Charlie did join you, sometimes. Not nightly, but two to three times a week. Sitting under the stars seemed to be magical for him. He went from his chatty self to a quieter, calmer version. Softer, somehow. As the school year came to a close, he was able to come less and less, and eventually had to stop. A week after summer began, he joined you. It was his first time back in weeks.

You greeted him with a smile and small wave. He sat down next to you and looked up. “Summer starting. Any plans?” You shook your head. “Nope. I’m staying here, just working. Y’know, my usual,” you said softly. Charlie nodded. “I’m gonna go out of state the whole time. Hanging out with old friends.” Oh. This shouldn’t have made you so sad, but he was your only friend. You were hoping you could hang out some. “Oh. Okay.”

“I’ll be back. I leave tomorrow night. I just wanted to come tell you, I guess.” The boy stood, so you did, too. “I’ve gotta get some good sleep, huh? See ya next semester, Y/N,” he said, then hugged you. The two of you held each other tightly, as if he weren’t going to return. “See ya, Charlie,” you said when he finally let go.

It was now mid-August, and classes were starting back up. You didn’t have Charlie in any classes this semester, unfortunately. You still had your tree and the stars, though. Nightly still you’d go, leaned against the tree and looking up. Tonight was no different, until you heard heavy footsteps and panting approaching.

Hurriedly you stood and turned to find the source, and you immediately found it. In the time it took you to stand, Charlie had run to you, panting but otherwise okay. “I just go back from the airport,” he huffed. “I came here as fast as I could.” You tilted your head. “You should be resting.”

“I really like you. Y/N.” Charlie looked at you. “I thought I just liked being your friend but then I was gone and I couldn’t sit with you and it was horrible and I missed you and I really like you,” he told you, speaking fast. You took a step back, thought better of it, then stepped closer to him. “I missed you too. It was awful by myself.”

Charlie pulled you into a tight hug and slumped onto you. Now that he had ahold of you, he could relax. “Every second of every day I was thinking of how much I missed you,” he whispered. Shyly, you nodded and pulled him closer. “I missed you too.”

Once the two of you had pulled away, you sat down, leaning against each other. Neither of you spoke for what felt like hours but was probably only thirty minutes. You only broke the silence after hearing a yawn for the fourth time. “You should head back to your place, you’re exhausted,” you said. Your companion nodded and stood, pulling you with him. “You should walk me there, to make sure I arrive,” he said.

So you did. You walked with him to his apartment, only a few blocks off campus. A ten minute walk away from your own apartment, you noticed. “Here we are,” Charlie said when you arrived. “Here we are,” you repeated quietly, outside his door. Charlie unlocked his door and took a step inside, then turned to you. “I-”

You stopped him with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Need to go to sleep. You can catch up with me tomorrow. Okay?” He touched his cheek and nodded. “Okay. Goodnight, Y/N. I- I’ll see you tomorrow.” Smiling, you turned to leave. “Goodnight, Charlie.”

The first thing he did the next day was kiss you.

(I’m in my Slimecicle appreciation phase.)

[ciaossu-imagines]

And for the last of the posts for this prompt, I’m writing for Nanbaka! Again, definitely another fandom pretty much made for polyships because boy, are there so many great ones! One of my favourites is actually a quad-ship so I wrote for that, where you, the amazing reader, are dating Nico, Uno, Rock, and Jyugo in a poly relationship! Couldn’t resist the chance to write for it and I hope all my Nanbaka fans will enjoy the headcanons!

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa?

Okay, but every single one of them and you have done this at least once or twice. It’s pretty human, honestly. On the subject though, I feel Nico does it the most and Jyugo, with his insane luck at getting through doors, does it the least. Uno has a bad habit of walking into the door, mostly because he’s looking back at you and the boys and chattering away about something.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them?

Not so much a desk, but I feel Uno and Nico are the ones who would do the whole initials in a heart or doodling your name with their last names or things along the same thread. It’s kind of cute, actually, especially once Uno comes up with a group name for the lot of you and just starts doodling it everywhere.

Who starts the tickle fights?

Jyugo is surprisingly ticklish around the armpit area and won’t start a tickle fight that he knows will just be turned right around on him. Rock, if he knows you or any of the others are really ticklish and don’t mind being tickled, will definitely use it to his advantage to lighten a mood while Uno does it to win arguments. Nico wishes he was ticklish because whoever is getting tickled looks like they’re having so much fun.

Who starts the pillow fights?

I feel like everyone, but Jyugo would start a pillow fight occasionally. Uno is smart about it and builds a stockpile of pillows thrown at him to use when everyone has run out. Rock prefers the hold and whomp over throwing the pillows. Nico gets tired out by pillow fights easily and plays cheerleader after the first little bit…Jyugo sucks at pillow fights and loses every time.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

Honestly, it’s either Jyugo, Uno, or you. It tends to be Jyugo more often, since he sleeps at weird hours and tends to stay up really late, especially if he has things on his mind. And when things are weighing heavy in his mind, he likes to watch you and the boys because it reminds him that he has people, has this little family, to live for and to try to be better for.

Who mistakes salt for sugar?

Honestly, Nico can’t really tell the difference at all between a lot of cooking ingredients. Sugar and salt aren’t interchangeable? But they look exactly the same! All those green herbs…they’re all the exact same thing to him. Baking soda and baking powder don’t do the same thing? Nico is so confused and just grabbed whichever one he thought was right. Seriously, the boy should not be allowed to cook and any food he makes will definitely taste either downright gross or more than a little off.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m. in the morning?

Rock, if he wasn’t in prison, would be the late night snacker. Nico sleeps pretty early and pretty soundly and doesn’t wake up for snack time unless someone wakes him up. Jyugo doesn’t really get the munchies late at night and Uno doesn’t eat after 8 o’clock to maintain his figure. Rock though…he suffers those midnight cravings so bad, and microwaves give you food quick. He always forgets until it happens just how loud that beeping sound is and he’ll try to open the microwave as quickly as he can to make the beeping stop.

Who comes up with cheesy pick-up lines?

Nico is the only one of the four who has never used a cheesy pick-up line on you. Uno seems to almost delight in coming up with the cheesiest ones he can think of to make you laugh, while Jyugo knows of no other way to really romance you. Rock does it when he wants to look really cool and it really can’t help but make you grin, which he really likes.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order?

Okay, but seriously, it’s you or nobody. None of them are all that worried about how the bookshelf is organized, as long as it’s full of books and they can see the title before they grab it, because backwards books are not a good thing.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Rock and Nico will usually fight over the spoon or beaters a little, play rock-paper-scissors to decide. They both just always really want that little treat. If you say you want it though? It’s yours and neither man will fight you on it. Uno’s the smart one though and always has a spatula or two handy while making brownies so that Rock can have the spoon and you and Nico can have the spatulas with the scrapings from the bowl.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion?

If candles were an option, Uno would definitely do this. I feel this fits pretty well into his idea of being cool, romantic, and Prince Charming like…until someone knocks the candlestick over because it definitely will happen, since all the other boys want to join in on the meal, even if he planned for it to be just the two of you.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen?

Nico loves doing this. He even has some of those colourful ‘tattoo markers’ and he’ll cover yours or Uno’s whole back or arm with designs, usually based around his favourite anime or videogame.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation?

Uno collects souvenir playing cards from every destination you guys go. Nico collects postcards. Rock always takes home a cookbook from whatever location you all vacation to. Jyugo is really the only one who doesn’t do much in the way of souvenirs, something that kind of bothers him once he figures out that fact and he starts searching for the perfect thing to collect from vacations and travels. He’d probably ask your advice on it, to be honest.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines?

It’s canonical that Uno has a thing for surveys and quizzes from the back of women’s magazines so like…this is a no-brainer. He takes them really seriously too! Same with zodiac match-up’s…he gets way too into those and always gets pissed if there’s even a hint that your zodiac sign isn’t compatible with his or that you’re more compatible sign-wise with one of the other boys over him.

[loviatarwrites]

bingus

Chamber x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Chamber is being a great cat dad and reader really likes cats and is slightly touch deprivated.

A/N: It’s the Bingus fic that’s still my favourite piece I’ve ever written. Also starts my “Chamber is a cat dad” headcanon.

You walked through Valorant headquarters. Even after long day the place was full of noises as you walked past Phoenix who insisted that Cypher played chess with him, Neon blasting music on her place and loud bangs and swearing from Raze’s workshop. Raze was clearly mad, you didn’t have to see her to make sure of that, but there was also laughter because she had most likely blown a new prototype of her bot project to her face. All the liveliness of the H.Q. made you feel cozy and like you had arrived home. Well, you were, even though it had only been your home couple of weeks. It better feel like home now when you couldn’t return to your original home, it would put but you, also people near you and the whole Valorant’s mission in risk. You sighed and noticed that there was a small area with a coffee machine, and that looked like the place where you could wind down before heading to your apartment.

 The coffee machine beeped. You looked down, and the tea you had ordered started to pour to the machine without any cup.

“Shit, no. Stop, no, please stop.” You looked around while the hot tea disappeared to the machine.

It took couple of seconds to spot a pile of coffee mugs next to the machine. How could’ve you have missed them? There was a sticky note next to the mugs with Killjoy’s handwriting, stating “Was the mug after using it your stinky gremlin!!” and a small doodle that looked something like a hamster that had anger management issues.

“Well, I doubt I was the first one.” You said to yourself and took a mug that looked like it was mostly clean and big enough for your tea.

The second try was much more successful than the first one, and you managed to get whole cup of warm tea to your possession. To your surprise the mini fridge next to the machine had some oat milk that was still in drinkable condition, so you had an opportunity to get the drink a little bit colder, so you didn’t have to wait ages before drinking it.

 You took the mug and headed to the sofa that looked comfortable to sit and spend some time. You took out your phone and started to browse around, hoping to find something interesting, and by interesting it was mostly cute videos or anything that took your head away from the fact that you were missing your home quite a lot. It hadn’t been that bad at first, but past week or two had been the worst. After the initial training most of the agents had hit the field to figure out what their mirror parts were doing, and you were stuck at the H.Q. most of your days apart the shooting range training.

“I should get a cat.” You browsed an article about cats that were wearing silly hats.

This wasn’t what you were thinking when you agreed to join. Spending your days idling away and tinkering on your personal lab until the clock hit six or seven and you went back to your apartment, only to repeat it once again tomorrow. Yes, you could sleep till midday if you wanted, and most of the days you did. Yes, your contribution was helpful, but it didn’t feel like that at the times.

“Do they even allow cats here?” Thinking out loud helped you to fill the silence. It wasn’t probably the best way to do that, but it worked for you, and it was certainly better than your singing in the middle of the common area.

First there was one article, then another. You didn’t even realize how long it had been but judging by the coldness of your tea it was at least half an hour, maybe more. You took a big sip, then another, and soon the mug was empty. You took the mug and decided that you weren’t ready to go to your apartment yet, and another tea wouldn’t hurt.

 One thing that you had taken all out was free coffee and tea at Valorant. Although you were just an engineer and agent in training, at least at this time, it was still your right to drink that as much as you liked. The machine made a sizzling noise and started to work on your beverage. You drummed the floor with your foot. The area was quiet, and you did all you could for it to be a little bit less creepy. When watching the machine brew your tea, you noticed that there was a scent in air that you hadn’t smelled before.

“Oh, not again.” You cursed to yourself when you realized that you smelled something like smoke.

You walked around the machine, but everything looked fine. At least it was not on fire. However, the fact that the smell grew stronger meant that something was not right, so you checked behind the machine. Maybe there was problem with cables? The machine beeped that your tea was ready.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming. Chill out.” You talked to the machine. It had become to the point where even the coffee machine was suitable conversation partner.

You were on your knees behind the machine, checking that nothing was exploding. There was still the smell, it was lingering in the area. The machine beeped again.

“For fucks sake, yes. I’m just checking that you are alright!” You yelled at the machine while still checking everything.

“Excusez-moi? You don’t mind if I move your tea to the table, yes?”

“Go ahead, I’m just checking that you aren’t on fire.”

Wait. Hold on a second. Had the machine just talked to you? You looked up and saw a tall man staring at you from above. Your heart skipped a beat, and you gasped for the air. You had seen Chamber, that was man’s name at protocol, before at your training, couple of times in fact.

“Oh, hi, sorry. I was just checking that everything was fine. The machine started to smell weird.” You stretched when you got off the floor, and at that point you realized that the smell didn’t came from the machine.

“Your coffee is at the table, Y/N, that was your name, yes?”

“Yes, Y/N, the new recruit. Probably not as cool as Neon, sorry.”

The smell was not regular smoke, but probably from cigarette. It had been a while since you had smelled a strong cigarette smell, so you had forgotten how that smelled like. You remembered that you had just basically said to Chamber that he smelled, and you felt how a blush rose to your face.

“Sorry to bother your time, Y/N. I was just having a break from the work.” Chamber took a transparent glass mug from the shelf and placed it to the machine that started to brew a plain coffee to him.

“Sorry that I said that you smelled, that wasn’t really professional. Long day?”

“Oh, do I? I apologize, it really has been.”

“Maybe sit here, you look like you need a break?” He really looked like that. The well-dressed Frenchman who was usually calm and collected had dark circles under his eyes and he looked beaten, or like that he hadn’t slept much recently.

“I would enjoy that. I’ll join you as soon as this machine is finished.”

 It was nice to have company. You had talked with Chamber briefly before, but topics had been strictly business and operation related, so it was nice to talk someone from the group more personally. You knew that Chamber was a weapon designer, and he had a particular interest in his mirror double and was one of the few people who had talked to their double.

“So, it appears that I am not the only one that uses this area anymore.” Chamber sit another side of the sofa, and there was a table between you.

“I just happened to walk past, sorry if I bothered your personal space.”

“Not at all, it just happens that most agents spend time in testing area rather than here.”

You noticed that there was no milk in your tea, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to sit up and get some. Chamber took a sip of his coffee and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The pack had seen better days, and it looked like it was rather old which was weird if he was a smoker.

“Do you mind?” You noticed that he hadn’t thought about you until now.

“It’s fine, I used to smoke too but quit many years ago. No big deal.” You laughed a little bit and watched as Chamber stood up and grabbed another mug from the shelf and placed it on the table.

Chamber sit back down and pulled a golden lighter from his back pocket to light up a cigarette that he had taken from the pack. You hated to admit it, but even when smoking he looked nice and, if it was allowed to say to your co-workers, hot.

“I always tell myself that I quit but never do. A bad habit, really.”

“Did something happen?” You regretted asking that as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Nothing really, just stress. Eh bien, I continue for a while until I quit again.” He breathed out a small cloud of smoke before tapping the cigarette to the edge of the empty mug. “Please don’t tell Cypher about this, he would be very mad at me, and I am not in a mood to listen to him.”

 You talked with Chamber for a while about his latest project that had backfired majorly. He had been sure that his design had worked but even after multiple tests, nothing seemed to work which has led him spending his days and nights at his labs. Maybe your position wasn’t that bad after all, at least you didn’t look like beaten up, sexy, and nicotine-addicted weapon designer.

“So Y/N, basically I spend all of my days working on my project, only leaving when I absolutely must.” He had smoked one cigarette and was starting a new one.

At first you thought you were the one who wanted company, but maybe Chamber was the one who wanted to talk.

“And you never leave because of that? Have you even seen your apartment after starting that project?” Maybe that was a little bit rude question, but you were honestly curious.

“Oh I must, otherwise Bingus would be really displeased of me.” Chamber looked a little bit more alive than a moment ago after saying that.

“Bingus?”

“Yes, Bingus.”

“Bingus?” You were confused.

“Pardon me mademeoiselle, Bingus is my cat. A very fine boy indeed.”

He sounded like a proud father, and you had to fight to keep yourself together. Chamber was one of those really proud cat fathers that would do anything to keep their child happy. That was something you weren’t anticipating, but it was just what you needed to hear at this moment.

“So, Chamber, now I have a question.” The confusion was changed to the excitement.

“Please ask, Y/N.”

“Were you going to continue on your project?”

“I was, but I see that you have something in your mind. Please tell.”

“Can I see Bingus? Please? Pretty please?” Chamber tucked his hand on his pocket to reach out his phone.

“No, I meant, can I see Bingus? Can I see him for real?”

Chamber put his phone away and looked at the clock on his wrist. “Okay, it looks like I would have to go to check him up anyway. Be my guest.”

You were screaming inside. Was it that you finally had made personal conversation with another member of Valorant or was it that you were really, really excited to see what kind of cat Chamber would have? Were you exited to see his apartment? Were you exited to get to know more about him, because if you were real with your thoughts, he was easy to look at, even after a rough patch? You tried your thoughts when Chamber dumped leftovers of his cigarette to the mug and moved it back to its place. Someone would yell at someone tomorrow, but you were more excited about meeting Bingus than asking if that was on okay thing to do.

 You followed Chamber to his apartment, which was at the same building as everyone’s. One of the perks of joining Valorant was that you got your own apartment, and even it was small, it was still personal, and you could do whatever you wanted with it. Chamber opened the door and before you could even take off your shoes you saw a pink, hairless cat zooming to the doorway. That was not what you were expecting to see when you thought about Chamber’s cat.

“This is Bingus. Pardon me, mademeoiselle Y/N, but Bingus knows that it’s time for his dinner and his dinner does not wait.”

Before you could answer Chamber knocked off his shoes to the corner and you saw how he and Bingus disappeared to the room that most likely was a kitchen. You unlaced your shoes and took couple of steps forward to properly enter Chamber’s apartment.

“Oh, I was not clear. Please sit, we will be done soon.” Chamber’s voice from the kitchen mixed with demanding meows, and he was not joking when he said that Bingus knew when it was time for dinner.

 His apartment was different of what you anticipated. You were assuming it would be white and plain, but for your surprise the walls were painted the same dark blue colour as his vest, and there was a green sofa in the middle of a big room. In front of the sofa was a table with an ash tray and chess set that had game in-progress, as well as a chair in a same jade green colour as the sofa. You weren’t sure if you were more surprised about the flower vase next to the window, or the piano on the corner of the room. Chamber didn’t seem like a guy who would play piano. You sat to the sofa and waited a minute or two until Chamber walked out of the kitchen, Bingus on his feet.

“I apologize, Y/N, but monsieur Bingus has now been fed and I am free to interact others.”

Chamber sit on the chair and took yet another cigarette out of his pack. He lighted it and you watched as Bingus rubbed himself against Chamber’s leg before moving to you, seemingly curious about you.

“I didn’t know you could have pets here.”

“In theory you can not, but I told that if I join, Bingus will join with me. Made the decision easier for them.”

You watched as Bingus jumped to the sofa you were sitting on. You gently pushed your hand closer to him and saw how Bingus sniffed if before turning around and jumping off.

“Please give him time, Y/N.”

“He seems like he really likes you, so I see why you were a package deal.” You laughed as Chamber dumped half-smoked cigarette to the ash tray.

“Oh I really should stop when I am at home.”

Bingus made couple of rounds around you before giving your leg a quick headbutt that caught you by surprise. When you tried to touch him, he quickly evaded your hand, so you decided to give him space. As much as you liked cats you didn’t want to force yourself. In the end, you were at BIngus’ territory.

“Do you always smoke when you are stressed?”

“Yes, Y/N. As you might know I used to work as a marksman. It helped me calm down. You understand, yes?”

“Sorry, I didn’t know that. I shouldn’t ask personal questions so lightly.”

“It is nice to talk after spending so much time on my project so please ask if you want.”

 You were glad that you could talk to Chamber, even though the conversation was mostly you complaining to each other about your problems. Well, it seemed good for both of you to be able to unload, and you were happy to have someone to talk to.

“Was it hard? When you first joined? Did you miss your life before Valorant?”

“You are having hard time adjusting, yes?”

“Kinda, sometimes I feel like I want to go back and not think about Radianite or Mirror Earth or any of this, but I also want to help.” You crossed your arms around your legs and hugged yourself.

“It gets easier, Y/N. I hate to be the one to say things like that, but it does. Some day you realize you are not lonely anymore.”

That was surprisingly deep from Chamber, who was a wreck of a human himself now. He might’ve not been lonely, but he had seen better days for sure. You dug deeper in your legs and heard how Chamber stood up from his chair and came to you.

“Do you mind, mademeoiselle?”

You moved yourself to make room to the sofa, which was most likely been bought for one man and his cat. There was hardly room for two people, but because you had been rolled in a ball, you took the space of two thirds of a human being. You felt how the sofa creaked as Chamber sit to it.

“If you are not doing well, you can talk about it.”

Now when Chamber was sitting next to you, you could smell the cigarette scent even stronger. It wasn’t a pleasant smell, but for some reason it was not off-putting either. You fidgeted your fingers and dug your nails to your knees and fought the tears that were rising.

“I don’t know, I just miss my old house. And family. And the days that were like each other and where there was not gazillion new things all the sudden.”

“That is a normal thing to think. Now, remember to breathe.”

 You hadn’t realized that your breathing has gotten faster. It was not uncommon for you, so you could normally keep yourself together, but it looked worse to everyone around you. Why had you gotten Chamber into your personal problems and homesickness?

“It just really sucks. This was a thing that I wanted to do but now it sucks.”

Chamber crossed one leg on top of the other and leaned down. He was maybe thinking about something, but also searching my face under my hair that was just a ball of fluff on top of my knees.

“Sorry, I go to whine to my own apartment, you don’t have to listen to me. Sorry.”

As you were starting to move, you heard a soft thumping noise next to you. Then, a second later there was a slightly wet nose on your hand. By the feel of it, Bingus had decided that if the sofa was capable of fitting two people, it could also fit one cat. You reached out softly and gently and lifted your head up a bit so you could see Bingus, standing on Chamber’s lap.

“He thinks you are not going.” Chamber’s voice was soft, and you weren’t sure if it was from tiredness or worry.

You placed your hand on cat’s head and petted his wrinkly forehead gently. Bingus had big eyes and ears, and even if he was hairless cat, he was still rather large. It made a humorous contrast because of his color that was pinkish.

“I think I can stay for a moment.”

You moved your hand from Bingus’ head to his torso, and then to his tail. Bingus made a quick loop on Chamber’s lap and was now requiring more and more attention.

“It feels nice to touch something other than books and machine parts for a change.” You made a small giggle while talking, and petting Bingus made you really, really happy.

“If you want you are always welcome here Y/N.”

“Thank you Chamber.” You leaned to Chamber’s shoulder without realizing what you were just doing. “Shit, sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“If it makes you feel good go ahead.” You felt how Chamber’s arm reached to your shoulder, and soon you were a small ball leaning against him and continued to pet Bingus because he had decided that you gave him attention easier than his roommate.

 The smell of the cigarette smoke had stick to Chamber’s clothes. It was everywhere, and now when you leaned close to him it was strong, yet somehow calming and felt like it was a protective cloud around you. Chamber’s hand rested on your shoulder, and you had been petting Bingus so long that he would probably be extra wrinkly tomorrow.

“You are comfortable like this, yes?”

You lifted your head up first time for a while, and it was reddish from sobbing and rubbing against your feet.

“I think I just really missed human contact. Sorry I use you like this.”

“I must say that after spending all of the days at my project this feels nice for a change.”

You leaned even closer, and there were no gaps between you two. You straightened yourself and as soon as you lowered your knees Bingus jumped on top of you and started to rub himself to your chest.

“Even Bingus thinks I smell bad, no?”

You had learned that at this point it was best not to answer, so you just laughed a little bit.

“Are you jealous that Bingus had made a new friend?”

“It seems like you feel a little bit better.”

“I do, thanks.” You continued petting Bingus and felt how Chamber’s hand took a tighter grip on your shoulder.

 Bingus jumped away after realizing that even cat had some limit of getting pets. He had small bed next to the piano, and after checking kitchen he laid down and decided to take a nap. You looked at Chamber that was still holding you at the sofa.

“That looks like my time to go.” You sighed, maybe even little bit too loudly.

“You don’t have to, Y/N. I don’t mind staying like this a little bit longer.”

You didn’t know how to move yourself because you were already pressed against Chamber. You touched his hand on your shoulder with yours. “It would be nice.”

Chamber lifted you up, so you sit on his lap, and for a moment you were glad that Bingus was napping so he didn’t see that you had stolen his spot. Chamber crossed his hands around you and hold you tightly against himself. You couldn’t help but to wonder if he had also wanted to feel another human, even though for sure Bingus was great company too.

“Say if you want to leave, yes?”

“I’m fine right here.”

You inhaled Chamber’s scent, and first time after you started in Valorant, you felt like you could call this place home. You closed your eyes and fell asleep on Chamber’s lap, him holding you tightly, keeping you safe from all of your thoughts.

[kittenfangirl20]

*Velvette’s favorite models looked so surprise as they saw their boss and Vox walk into the tower with the Queen of Hell himself, he looked so pretty in his skirt, shirt advertising some rock band, and leather jacket*

Velvette: Go get my newest dress that I made for his majesty.

Vox: Our lovely Queen has graciously volunteered to model the dress for us.

*the models ran getting the dress, it was Velvette’s best work and the Queen would look so gorgeous in it*

Velvette: We will just take a couple pictures of him this time and the return him to his Queen.

Vox: Of course.

*the models arrived with the gown and quickly pulled Adam out of his current outfit and put him in the dress, he looked absolutely stunning, the outfit really showed off his lovely breasts and curved hips, they touched up his make up and had him give poses while not saying much, it was very odd since Adam was usually such a talkative person*

Velvette: Gorgeous, give that nice fuck me look in your eyes you know the kind you probably get when you see your short king shirtless or something like that.

*for some reason the image of Lucifer shirtless entered his mind and a cute blush crossed his cheeks as his lips were slightly parted and his eyes were partially closed giving him a seductive, in fact if Lucifer had been there he would have indeed tackled Adam and ravaged him because of his pretty he was*

Velvette: Good now take some photos and we can take him back to where we found him.

*they took some quick photos and started to get him back in his clothes*

Adam: Luci, I want Luci.

*in Adam’s fogged state of mind he could only think of Lucifer left his panties soaking wet*

Vox: Ok, maybe we should pull back on the horny thoughts there buddy.

*Adam quickly stopped thinking of shirtless Lucifer and poured, they quickly got him back to Lu Lu World and they had to be quick and clever about it because they could tell that security was discreetly looking for Adam, they placed him by the bathroom*

Vox: When you snap out of it, you will just be thinking that you were taking a very nice nap, ok.

Adam: Ok.

*when they left Adam was pulled out of his trance and was confused by the fact that he was sitting on the ground by the bathroom while leaning against the wall and his panties were soaking wet, the head of security was so happy to have found their Queen running sleep out of his eyes and they got him to the circus tent with his husband and children who were watching the show*

Lucifer: Adam, are you ok? We couldn’t find you.

Adam: I think I was taking a nap.

*Lucifer gently rubbed his back and called for someone to get Adam some sparking orange juice and caramel flavored popcorn, Lucifer noticed that Adam’s had his makeup fixed in a way that he definitely didn’t have to looking earlier that day, he also looked so embarrassed about something as well so they made sure they talked quietly*

Lucifer: Are you alright.

Adam: Yeah, I think I was dreaming about you shirtless and it caused my body to react.

*Lucifer blushed realizing that Adam must have meant the wetness in his panties, poor Adam was so embarrassed that he had such a reaction in a place that children had fun at*

Lucifer: It’s alright, no one can see what happened to you and when we get home, you can have a nice bubble bath and we can watch movies together.

Adam: I would like that.

*Velvette looked so happy at how well the photos turned out and had them sent off to be put in the newest fashion magazine she published, Vox walked over to Velvette looking pleased with himself*

Vox: Next time we have our little royal guest we should have him endorse my new drawing tablet I just had developed since the guy is one of those creative types.

*it was known that Adam was a musician, but he also liked drawing too, sometimes while at a restaurant Adam would pull out a pen and draw little doodles on his napkin and they were actually quite good, some places even had the napkin framed and put on display to show that the Queen of Hell had been there to eat, just then standing in the door way was Valentino in a leather outfit with fishnet tights and thigh high leather boots*

Valentino: I am too sober for this, if you need me I am going to the club to get drunk and high.

Queen Adam Au Part 6

Velvette was throwing material around her fashion studio, she needed to find the perfect material. Not just any will do.

If she was going to gain favor with the Queen of Hell, Adam Morningstar, then it needed to be perfect.

For months Velvette had been keeping an eye on magazine articles about what Adam would wear and not long after those items would become hot commodities.

She wanted that monetary profit.

Vox walked in narrowly avoided getting his by a bag of glitter.

Vox: Vel, what fresh Hell is this? You're making a mess.

Velvette: I want to make the most perfect dress for the Queen. If Adam loves and buys a dress from me we will be rolling in it more than we are now. He's a fashion icon, anyone worth their shit wants to look like him.

Vox sipped his coffee: That would be a great help. Has he bought anything of yours in the past?

Velvette deflated a bit: No, but that just means he hasn't worn a true fucking masterpiece yet!

-

Adam yawned, it was so early and he had to feed his babies. He went to the nursery to get the twins.

Adam: Good morning my little beauties.

He picked up Ariel first and sat in the rocking chair while he breast fed his baby.

Lucifer came in a couple minutes later: Hey, need any help?

Adam: You can burp her so I can feed him.

Lucifer: Okay, come here my beauties.

Lucifer took the baby and gave Adam a kiss. He burped his little girl as Adam picked up Adrial and fed him.

*Adam was so happy over the fact that Lucifer was not only an amazing husband, he was also an equally amazing father as well, fatherhood was just as important to Adam as motherhood was, he was the father of humanity after all, he prided himself on the fact that Eve praised him for being such a good father, Adam fully admitted that he had a praise kink which both of his spouses took advantage of, he then realized something, he hadn’t seen Emily all day*

Adam: Where is Emily?

Lucifer: Now that you mention it, she hasn’t left her room at all.

Adam: I hope she isn’t sick.

*after the babies were fed and burped, Adam went to check on Emily, she was frantically running around the room looking at the dresses Adam helped her buy and trying to figure out what wig she should wear or if she should even wear a wig*

Adam: Hey Emmy, are you alright?

Emily: Everything has to be perfect for my date with Satan tonight………… Oh no, you’re going to give him the shovel talk now.

*Adam smirked*

Adam: Yep, I mean what kind of older brother would be if I didn’t. I am the second most powerful being in Hell and mom would be disappointed if I didn’t give him the shovel talk.

*both suddenly got quiet, they still hadn’t heard about what happened to Sera after Emily fell, Lucifer was constantly sending messages to Heaven through Heaven’s Embassy demanding that they give him an answer about the head seraphim and the status of former Sinners who became Winners*

Emily: I still miss mom.

Adam: I do too, remember when I got sick and she bought me Muffin to help me feel better.

*Adam’s favorite giant lion plushie was now also the favorite of his kids*

Emily: Yeah, she also made the best cakes and muffins for us as well.

Adam: I am proud to say those cakes and muffins contributed to my chubby gut that Luci loves so much.

*Adam proudly pat his stomach*

Adam: I do hope you have a wonderful date and I am still going to give Satan the shovel talk.

*at the Vee Tower Vox and Valentino sat on the couch watching Velvette working so frantically*

Valentino: I don’t get why she is so obsessed with making the Queen so happy especially since he played a part in me losing my best star to Heaven.

Velvette: Fashion is everything, fashion is life. Everything Adam wears becomes the next sensation. You will thank me when my outfits earn so much money for us.

Vox: She does bring up a good point, gain the favor of Queen Adam and you are all abound Hell can talk about.

*Valentino just stared at the both of them wondering why they were acting like they didn’t orchestrate a smear campaign against Queen Adam because Manmon and Lilith hired them to, he didn’t care one way or another, he liked being a scumbag that others feared, in fact he thought that his Adam/Alastor porn was his best work yet, it was too bad that the people of Hell didn’t see it that way since they were so obsessed with their pretty Queen sadly Lucifer had ever copy of the porno destroyed aside from the one secret copy Valentino owned which he sadly couldn’t sell because no one dare buy it, well at least he could watch it and pleasure himself to it*

Valentino: You two have fun obsessing over the Queen of Hell, I am going to work now.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[shingia]

dating jean kirstein

— sfw headcanons

— important a/n at the end!

i’m terrified haha :) i’ve never ever written for aot before but jean is on my mind TWENTY FOUR/SEVEN so i thought i should just go for it even if it’s just a one time thing yk?

• okay first of all: this man’s main goal is to impress you. anywhere, anytime.

• he will spend his entire day in the kitchen without talking to anyone (except maybe you) just to cook you a homemade dinner

• but obviously, since he’s always pushing himself further, it means you often need to remind him that he’s already more than enough for you

• and how could he not be when he is constantly thinking about you??

• at the beginning of your relationship, he bought you a gift every single time you guys saw each other. but as you started going out more and more, his bank account couldn’t keep up and he had to slow down a bit

• but, one day, you were over at his house and he forgot to put away some drawings he had made. he was incredibly embarrassed because most of them were drawings of you, but you looked so happy looking at them that he decided these could be even better than his previous gifts

• and now you often find small doodles (sometimes more elaborate drawings) hidden between the pages of your books, or in one of your pockets

• for some obscure reason, he’s super good at giving massages, so you can expect to receive some before and after your naps. it’s the only times he won’t try to turn it into a makeout session (unless you initiate it of course)

• he trusts you 100% so yes, he will let you cut his hair. but also- yes, he will be a total drama queen and immediately freak out if you mess up just a tiny bit

• let’s be real here, jean and you bicker all the time. but it never lasts long because, as he once told you during a post-argument hug:

• “i love you too much to stay mad and it’s not fucking fair”

• but it’s perfectly fair, because it’s perfectly reciprocated

• did i mention that he’s is a living furnace?

• he secretly loves that about himself because it gives him an excuse to sleep in his underwear smh

• “wow uh- babe you’re staring so much it’s getting embarrassing” he’d scoff while looking perfectly comfortable with the situation, laying down on his side to make it even harder not to stare

• “oh- how rude of me, i’m so sorry! ..…well. good night then!” you’d respond, turning your back on him

• but i promise you that less than a minute later, you’d feel his arm drape around you and pull you closer until your back is pressed against his chest

• “you gotta stop acting like you don’t understand my sarcasm” he’d sigh, with a painfully obvious smile in his voice

• mornings with jean are usually pretty lazy. sometimes he’ll go for a run but he always comes back to bed where you both lie awake for at least 30mn, talking about anything and everything, your future, sometimes often sharing gossips, but always cuddling one way or another

• because yes, jean would love to be one of these men who are pretty casual about pda. but he’s not. he needs to be in contact with you as much as he can

• but although he loves to feel your hand in his, or to hold you by the waist when you walk, there's nothing he likes more than kissing you (you told him once that he was a good kisser and he hasn't shut up since)

• if he senses that you’re feeling stressed, he’ll gently kiss your temple to reassure you. if you’re feeling sad, a few kisses all over your face should do the trick. if you’re tensed and need to relax, a lingering kiss on your neck

• your friends are used to your pda now, but they will never stop making fun of him for that (jean, on the other hand, will probably never get used to their teasing. connie has stopped counting how many times he was told to shut up)

• jean is a very ambitious man, so naturally, he has big plans for your future together. and one of his craziest was to decide that the only way you two could move in your dream house was to build it himself

• so, after asking your friends if you could move in with them for a little while, you sold your flat and bought from an old man a house that was practically falling into ruins

• it was a colossal workload, so every day after work, you both headed to the house and did as much as you could until one of you began to fall asleep

• and every weekend for about a year, your friends came over to give a hand (sasha worked extra hard in the kitchen area obviously)

• you moved in after about a year and a half, in the middle of spring. and as if that day wasn't emotional enough for you, jean thought it would be nice to propose to you that exact same day

• you were on your patio, laying on the pallet couch that armin and connie had built together, your head resting on his knees. the sky was turning orange and it was one of these moments where you were grateful for jean's natural warmth

• both of you were laughing at the memory of the fear in armin’s eyes everytime connie was about to hit a nail with the hammer - when jean’s hand gently brushed your cheeks, and he let out an almost inaudible: “let’s get married”

• you agreed so quickly that he didn’t even have time to curse himself for not proposing in a more romantic way, like he had initially planned

• but as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with nothing but love and tears, fingers intertwined with his, and your skin painted with the shadows of your very own house, he thought that this was the kind of simple romance he had always longed for after all

— a/n : QUICK EXPLANATION: a few days/weeks ago i created a second tumblr account (@gi0iawrites) because “why not have an aot blog and a haikyuu account :D”. bUT i changed my mind and decided to post everything here. which means that yes, this post has already been posted elsewhere but it was on my other blog! just wanted to make things clear!

— a/n #2: i could’ve written 12 pages about this istg 😮‍💨 i wanted to add how i think jean would be a terrible driver but i’m saving it for another time :)

[romanarose]

Leather and Lace: Chapter 5

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

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A/N: I'm so sorry this is just long as hell. I couldn't find a natural end and there was so much I wanted to include. Sorry it took so long. Hopefully a new chatper of Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside will be out this week.

The hat scene is based on a post by @copingchaos and @welcometostayingawake which I will link in at the scene, be sure to give the post a like and reblog!

Final A/N: I want to make a masterlist for this fic but I wanna have some nice art or something for it sooooo if anyone wanna draw something or make a mood board or something for this, I’ll include it in the masterlist and tag/link ur account and any pages you use for your art! Anything sent will be included, even little doodles so don’t be embarrassed!

Chapter Summary: We see Santi and Will's side of the argument when they went inside. Santi and Laci find a special time just for them and have a moment. Laci babysits Rosie will the guys have drinks.

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“Do you have ANY IDEA how close you came to dying, Pope? It’s a goddamn miracle you didn’t get your head blasted open! You and Ben could’ve died! Then what? Do we spit up the money again and give it to your non-existent family and pretend it’s okay? If Ben died, would you just give me a pat on the back and say ‘Oh, sorry!’ and move on?”

Pope couldn’t sleep. The day had riled him up too much. Him and Will, after Frankie chewed them out, had gone to the kitchen. Santi hated leaving her out on the porch. Hated more how jealous he felt of Benny. But he didn’t want to test Frankie’s patience.

“Is that what this is all about, Will?” Santi crossed him arms at his friend. “Jesus, go to therapy.”

“I don’t need therapy, I need to stop watching my friends get shot!”

“Will you shut up? Frankie is going to fucking kill us as it is.” There was a long, pregnant silence. “Listen, I’m sorry Ben got shot. You know I’m sorry. But Ben agreed with me, he said I should’ve stayed with her… Maybe you should-”

“Don’t tell me to take time out of the field, Pope.”

Santi raised his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. But I think we’re all going to maybe take some time off, Frakie wants to spend time with Rosie, Ben’s got physical therapy-”

“You’ve got the girl. Who you want to spend time with” He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

Pope rolled his eyes. “Can you stop being shitty about Laci? I’m trying to help her”

“Oh please” He countered. “You have way past doing your job. You got a thing for her, even if you won’t admit it.”

“She needs help, Will”

“You saved her life, you were supposed to bring her back to the embassy, and be done. Have you ever stopped to consider you are overstepping? Have you ever considered that maybe there's a reason soldiers aren’t supposed to take back trafficking victims to play house?”

Santi shook his head. He had considered that, of course. “That’s not what's happening here.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t fuck her if you had the chance?” Will challenged.

Santi pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting off topic here.” He diverted. “We’re here because you’re being a dick to her”

There was a pause and Santi watched a boatload of emotions dance across Will’s face as he searched for a smart ass answer. When nothing came, he simply agreed. “I know.”

“Then why are you being like this? I know you know damn well this isn’t her fault, and knowing you, you are going to start feeling really shitty about how you treated her.”

Will groaned dramatically. “I don’t know man! I know I can’t blame her for what happened but my subconscious does anyway.”

Santiago’s lips smirked up a bit at that. “Subconscious, huh? You sure you haven't been the therapy?”

Will flicked Santi’s head. “No, I took psych in high school.”

“Nerd.”

The men stood in silence, feeling better but also not feeling like everything had been spoken. 

Will broke the silence again. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been. I just… I can’t help it sometimes.”

Santi knew he was sincere, but he also knew he had a duty to her. “Well you’re going to have to help it, man.” Santi crossed his arms. “Because for the time being, she’s going to be here, and if you want to be around me, you’ll have to be around her. And if you’re going to be around us, you’re going to have to be nice, because I’m not putting up with it anymore.”

Will closed his eyes “I know.”

“That girl has been kidnapped, raped, beaten, and god knows what else this last year, I’m not letting her put up with you bullshit too.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Will opened his eyes to look at Santi. He knew the protectiveness his friend felt over the girl was partially due to the loss of his sister, but he couldn’t help but feel there was another attachment here.

“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to her.” He nodded out the door.

Will gave a short laugh. “You gonna leave me alone with her long enough to apologize?”

“If you promise to behave.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Will headed for the door. 

Laci said things were good, that they’d made it. She didn’t go into details and he didn’t ask. That was their business. But right now, he couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t abnormal, he didn’t sleep a lot. Right now, all he could think of was Tom’s head with blood oozing out. Santi shook his head like an etch-a-scetch, and stood up to get some food. Unsurprisingly, Laci was up watching Friends. 

 He popped back into his room to pull shorts over his boxers and a white tee shirt, mumbling. “Even’n Lace.” As he rubbed his eyes, walking behind the couch in the living room. Lace turned around, hopping up on her legs, looking over the couch. He sees the movement, and looks over to find her eyes following him. He could swear she was looking at his butt. He smirked at her “Need something?” 

Her eyes flicked up to his, embarrassed at having been caught, she turned back to the tv and sat down.

“Ah, c’mon Munacita, I’m only teasing.” He waited until she glanced back at him. “You hungry”

She shrugged and smiled. ‘I could eat’

Santi heated up some pizza rolls, and brought a plate over to her. “Bon appetit, mademuasel.”

She grinned at him as she accepted the plate.

“G’night” Santiago began walking back to his room with his plate.

“Santiago?” She called after him, causing him to turn around.

“Yes?”

She nodded over to the seat next to her on the couch, and raised her eyebrows. ‘Join me?’

Santi knew damn well this was a slippery slope. He knew, really, that he shouldn't be indulging her in her little flirts. But she looked at him with her big hopefully eyes, how could he deny her like that? “Yeah, sure Lace” He sat down at the other end of the couch. “But we aren’t watching Friends.”

Laci grinned at him, bouncing over to sit next to him and handing him the remote. “Well you can’t sleep…” She spoke softly. “What do you watch?”

Santi was thankful for the dim lights, he was sure his embarrassment would show. “I um… it’s kinda silly”

She nudged him, urging him on. 

“I like to watch old sitcoms”

Laci laughed at this. She smiled, shaking her head ‘That’s not silly’ She pointed at Friends still on the TV.

“Friends isn’t old!” Santiago insisted, suddenly very aware of their age gap, making him feel even more ashamed of the thoughts that had been creeping into his head.

She gave him a pointed look. “It’s older than me.”

Fuck, that made him feel old. “I meant, really old sitcoms. Dick Van Dyke, I love Lucy.”

She nodded to the TV while nuzzling up next to him. “Relax.” She told him, and he tried.

A few hours later, he wondered how he got there. How had Santi ended up laying down, stretched out on the couch, with Laci asleep in his arms?

That’s how they found themselves more nights than not. Santiago would join Laci on the couch, and slowly their bodies would come together, and she’d fall asleep in his arms in various entanglements. There was something natural in it. There was a bit of desire on Santi’s part, how could he not, with a party blonde girl in his arms?

When she woke up the first morning, Laci smiled at him. She looked at Santi like they were lovers waking up on a lazy Sunday morning. Laci climbed off of him as he stood up. Santi’s thoughts were racing. Why did he do that? Why did he let her lay on him? Why did he wrap his arms around her? Why didn't he get up? But when he looked at her all sleepy and smiling at him, he couldn’t find it to feel as guilty as he should’ve.

She looked at him, touching her back.

“Does your back hurt?” He asked

She shook her head and pointed at him. ‘No, does yours?’

Oh. She had been asking about him. “No, actually I feel great. I haven't slept that well in…” years. He thought. Santi didn’t finish the sentence. He changed the subject as he stood up. “Well, the whole day is free. No doctors, no therapy, nothing. What do you wanna do?”

Laci thought for a moment and shrugged.

“C’mon, we can do anything you want. Whole day, up to you, what grand plans do you have?”

Laci considered his words. After a moment, she made scissors with her fingers and went to her hand.

“A hair cut?!” Santi chuckled. “We can do anything, and you want a hair cut?”

She blushed, but shrugged.

“Okay, Munecita. A haircut it is.”

Santi had her pick wherever she wanted for breakfast. Starbucks, IHOP, some fancy brunch place, it was up to her. He tried to express that money was no issue, but wasn’t sure how to go about that without sounding like he was bragging. The moment he got the money, he was set for life. He could have lived in luxery without working a day in his life. But he did work. He needed something to do. They all did, needed something to take their minds off the horrors. Benny still fought. Fought in matches and in bars. Frankie had his beautiful daughter, Santi’s god daughter. Frankie also had coke, something that no one dared bring up. Will always seemed like he had it together, focusing on field work and making sure Benny didn’t get himself killed. Seemed like he had it together, until he didn’t. Incidents like this last week were reminders that Will had a lot of guilt over Tom’s death that no one addressed. And Santi? Santi had work. Constant work. He always had something going on, something to distract him from everything he had seen and done… and hadn’t done.

He knew that the guys thought, or at least wondered if that's what Laci was. A project. But Santi didn’t think so. There was so much more he wanted to know about her, wanted to do with her, time he wanted to spend…

Santiago went to a barber for his hair, but Benny had a recommendation for a hair stylist. He promised that she wouldn’t make a big deal about Laci not talking.

“You must be Benjamin’s friends! I’m Brit. You can take a seat at the first chair, I’ll be with you in a sec, hon” The stylist called over to Laci, then looked at Santi. “You getting a hair cut too? You look like you could use it.” She teased while washing items in the sink. “Nay has some free time, could squeeze you in?”

“No thanks, I’m-” Santo started, but felt a nudge. Laci was looking up at him, grinning and nodding. She looked so excited, how could he deny her. He sighed with a smile. “Okay, yeah I suppose I could use a trim.”

“Excellant!”

Santi walked over to where Brit was cleaning. “Hey uh, did Ben talk to you about her at all?”

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, he told me how y’all found her. Horrible. Don’t worry, her cut is on the house.”

Santiago shook his head. “No, no I’m paying for hers, don’t worry ‘bout that. Thing is, she doesn’t talk much. Sometimes at all, she has pictures for what she wants, but she can’t really reply unless it’s yes or no…”

“Don’t worry hon, I understand, I’ll keep it simple.”

He smiled. “Thank you.” Santi began walking away, but turned around. “Is there any like… hair treatments or something… nice? I asked her what she wanted to do today, all she asked for was a hair cut… Is there anything I can add to make it nicer for her?”

Brit gave him a knowing look. “Yeah, I’ll check out her hair, see what she needs.”

Laci and Santi spent the next few hours in the chairs, it was almost like a spa day. Much of Laci’s hair had been damaged from a year of no care and malnutrition, so she got much of it cut off, holding up a picture for reference on the phone Santi had bought her.. Brit had opted for a keratin treatment to strengthen her hair. Laci had asked (via her notes app)  about highlights, but Brit was concerned about the integrity of  her hair at the moment, and suggested they come back in a few months and recommended hair skin and nails pills.

Santi got a trim, and Laci gave him pleading eyes to get the keratin treatment. Nay suggested he get a deep conditioning for his curls, and Laci allowed it. Together, they relaxed as the soft music played. Nay and Brit were thankful for not having to make conversation, and Santi secretly enjoyed being pampered. 

“Jeez, whatever you and Benny do for work, if you wanna send more coworkers my way, feel free”

Santi had left a generous tip, and he knew Benny would’ve as well. They were very popular wherever they were regulars at. 

The next two weeks were something akin to domestic. During the day, they took turns cooking for each other. Well, “cooking” Santi could get by with a few Guatemalan recipes, but he tended to rely on burgers, microwave food, and pastas. He generally was in charge of lunch. Laci took on dinner. She was better at cooking than him. Some recipes, a white girl from St. Louis probably wouldn’t know, and Santi figured she had learned in her year of captivity. It occurred to him that they never really talked about what happened. He supposed that's what her therapists were for. Laci had given him access to all her medical and psych records, something Santi never took advantage of or even asked for. Laci had given permission for her psych to talk to Santi about what they talked about, she signed everything away to Santi. He was all she had. He could, if he wanted, find out everything they had done. But Santiago didn’t want to find out that way. If she wanted him to know, she could tell him. He didn’t want to invade her privacy. She deserved to be allowed secrets, even if she had given up her rights to any. 

More nights than not, she fell asleep in his arms. it had become routine. If they couldn’t sleep, they’d meet on the couch and watch old sitcoms. More nights than not, she laid on his chest. And tonight? Tonight he was regretting it. Not regretting it enough to stop, however. Not enough to move, to get up, to get away from her. Not when she was so close to him. Laci had sat up on his chest, her hands tracing over his face. He was tired, too tired, and the soft glow of TV bounced off her face. She was beautiful. Her haircut was chin length, a style that worked well for her straight blonde hair. Despite his best judgment, he reached up to touch her face. Laci’s fingers trailed his hairline, his cheekbones, his jaw, and softly over his bottom lip. He fought her urge to take her fingers in his mouth, but this was more innocent. Something pure, delicate and new. He didn’t want to ruin what was happening, even if he knew he should walk away. Her skin was still pale, but had gained color in its cheek’s, a bit of pink on her face that matched the shade of her lips. A shade that matched the color of pink she generally likes to wear. 

Laci leaned into his touch, and before he could stop himself, he lifted his face to hers. For a moment, their lips merely brushed together, an air of hesitancy like a teenage crush, like a first kiss stifled by nervousness and awkward touches. Finally, the hand on her face gently entwined in her thin hair, bringing her to his mouth ever-so carefully. It wasn’t a demand, it wasn’t an insistence, it was a guide. ‘Come here’ it said ‘let me love you, please’. The kiss was a plea. ‘Let me love you, let me love you, let me love you’ from who to whom, Santi didn’t know. Was Santiago asking to let him protect her and love her and help her, or was Laci asking him to open up, to know and be known by him.

There was no tongue, no fever, no wet, hot kisses and lascivious touching. Just his lips on hers, slow and kind, her gentle touch on her face begging him not to pull away. He only did so for moments long enough to check on her, only to see her smiling dreamily at him before one of them went back to the languid affection. There was a tightness in his chest, nervous to be seen so openly. It was a vulnerability he really shared. His job, the way he lived his life, had prevented him from normal relationships. This felt like a new start, a brand new thing not only with them, not only between him and the pretty girl in his arms, but within himself. There was something in him that had been laid to the ground with every military move, everyone had had to kill, everyone he watched be killed. Every kiss he planted on her lips brought new life; the hand in her head secured her to him, begged her to stay, stay, stay with me Laci, please. Something that had been burried deeper with every time he watched his friends get shot, every member of his family who died, all that was being brought to the surface with every faint, soft brush of her lips and the tender touch of her hand on his stubbled face. He didn’t want to stop. He wondered if he could stop time, what he would give to keep them like this, safe in each other’s arms for ever.

But he did stop, he had to. If he didn’t, he’d take things further. He would already regret this in the morning, he didn’t need to give into every carnel desire he had. Laci smiled, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before laying her head down on his chest. Tomorrow was for regret; tomorrow was for feeling shitty. Tonight was for nothing but thoughts of her lips, and the comforting touch of her hand.

The next day

“You two ready yet?” Will called out to Santiago and Laci in the doorway. Will was the DD for tonight. 

Ben was already half drunk. “LET’S GOOOOOO”

“Benny, shut the fuck up or I swear to god I’m leaving you here”

“Hey!” Santiago Garcia emerged from his room. “You’re not leaving a drunk Ben alone in my house.”

“He’s gonna get in a fucking fight tonight and I’m too sober to deal with this.”

Santi patted his friend on his back. This was Will’s apology for being a dick at the BBQ. 

Laci practically skipped out of her room. She wore white overalls over her pink undershirt, and was beaming. Frankie had asked her to babysit Rosie so the guys could have a few hours out. Santi had he feeling it was primarily for Laci’s benefit, but he was nervous. Him and Laci had been attached at the hip since the moment he found her, hardly being separated. She always had him in the room with her for doctors, and if she was in therapy, he stayed in the waiting room. For any meeting for social workers and things of that sort, he was always in the room, translating or relaying messages, depending on how verbal she was that day. This was the first time they would be separated by anything more than a few yards.

“Frankie is going to fucking kill you” Santi commented when he saw the hat Benny was wearing. It said ‘women want me, fish fear me’ from some tik tok audio.

Benny grinned. “I’m counting on it!”

“You change your goddamn ringtone yet?”

“Absolutely not!” Benny had set his ringtone to “Benny and the Jet’s” months ago, and it was driving the guys insane. Laci seemed to think it was funny. Every time it went off while they watched Always Sunny, Santi groaned, and Laci giggled.

Will started to drag Ben back to the Jeep. “Who still has a ringtone anymore?” He mutters as everyone loads up, heading to Frankies next.

Laci held Santi’s hand as she usually did when they left their house, but as soon as Laci spotted Rosie, his hand and him became irrelevant. She scooped the toddler off the floor, and began whispering praises to the giggling girl. She talked to Rosie more than Santi. 

“Two peas in a pod” Frankie commented and he put the food on the high chair. Then he spotted Benny’s hat. “Take that god damn shit off!” He tried to grabbed it off Ben’s head.

Ben yelped but doged Frankies grasp. He ran around the counters, tailed by Fish, mimicking the audio. “Women want me, Fish fears me”

Frankie chased the boy around the living room.“I don’t fear shit, Jackass, fuck off” Frankie grabbed the hat off Ben’s head.

“Hey!” The whole group of men turned to see Laci covering Rosie’s ears. She nodded to the baby. “Language” she scolded.

“Yeah, Fish, l a n g u a g e!” and took his hat back.

Frankie sighed, one battle at a time. He turned to Laci. “This is her dinner, she’ll fight you over it for a while but I promise she’ll eat it, just gotta keep at her. If she gets too messy you can give her a bath, but I think she’ll be okay. Bedtime is 7, but she gets really excited with new people, so if she doesn’t go to sleep, don’t sweat it. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or whatever, remote for the TV is on the coffee table. Don’t worry about dishes or anything. Any questions?”

Laci looked like she was mentally noting everything in her brain. She shook her head.

“Great. Any questions, you have my number, you can text Santi if that’s easier. I’ll set the security before I go, theres camera’s in the living room. Not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust the outside. Years of military makes me paranoid.”

Laci nodded, smiling and still holding the little girl.

Santi spoke up. “I think I’m gonna sit tonight out guys.”

Everyone, including Laci, turned to him.

“What?” Ben asked.

“I’m kinda tired, I think I’ll just stay in with Lace and Rosie tonight”

“You stay in with Laci EVERY NIGHT, Pope.” The shots Benny had taken had loosened his mouth. “Jesus Christ she’ll be okay for a few hours.”

“No, that's not it-”

Ben scoffed loudly “Oh yes it is! Come one, give her a little freedom”

Santi glared at Ben’s comment. “Freedom? Ben, I’m not keeping her captive.”

Laci handed Rosie to Will, who took her with a smile and a kiss. Laci took Santi’s hand and dragged the irritated man to the hall. “Santi, it’s okay. I can handle a one year old”

He sighed, momentarily distracted by her pink lips, that only last night were on his. “I know you can, I just…”

“I know I havn’t…” Laci shuffled a bit. “I don’t really let you go anywhere, I don’t want to keep you back…” She looked up at him, her thoughtful blue eyes on him.

He softened for her. “Oh Lace, no, you aren’t keeping me back, not at all. I… I enjoy our time… together…” he trialed off, both of them thinking about last night, the kiss… neither had talked about it.

“Santi, I promise it’ll be okay. I’ll text you if anything goes wrong, or if I get anxious or something, okay?”

Santi considered this. It had been a long time since he had a chance to get loose with the guys, and Ben and Frankie promised to provide some entertainment… “Okay, yeah, just… keep me updated, okay?”

She lit up at that. “I promise”

They walked out of the hall, everyone turned to them, Laci smiled “Parties on.”

With a loud bunch of cheers from the guys, everyone got ready to go. Frankie gave Rosie a bunch of kisses and when everyone else had left, Santi kissed Laci on the cheek. “Have fun.” and tickled Rosie before he left. Benny absolutely saw that.

A few hours and a few shots in, Ben brought it up. “So, you two finally kissing” He said out of nowhere.

 Everyone turned to Santi, whose cheeks were flushed with a bit of pink. “What are you talking about, jackass.”

“Everyone’s calling me a jackass tonight!” He exclaimed. Benny wiggled his eyebrows. “I saw you kiss her when we left.”

“What?” Will exclaimed. Frankie was not surprised.

“Listen” Santi defended himself. “It was a kiss on the cheek”  there was a pause, as no one seemed to beleive him. “There might have been… some kissing last night.” A loud ooooooo from Ben. “No, no, not like that. And I should havn’t done that” Santi shook his head. “That’s not why I took her in.”

“Well…” Will started, but stopped, hesitating.

“Whatever it is, say it.” Santi groaned, finishing his drink and ordering another round for the guys sans Will.

“I just mean, it’s not the only reason. But I think it was somewhere in the back of your mind.”

Santi looked indignant. “I didn’t move her in to coerce her into sex, Will”

“I didn’t say that!” He raised his hands defensively. “I just mean, she’s a pretty girl, you’re a good looking guy who has been very nice to her,” he stifled a smirk “it’s natural that theres gonna be some… attraction.” Will tried to remain polite.

“Listen.” Santi scrubbed his face. “I’m well aware that she might find me…” He tried to find the right words without sounding braggadocious. “Appealing” he said he a smile, earning laughs from the guys. “But” he got more serious. “I don’t want her to feel like she is obligated to do anything.”

“Santi.” It was Fish’s turn. “I don’t think she feels like that. You treat her like a porcelain doll, she feels safe with you.”

Santi wasn’t relenting. “And I plan on keeping it that way. Lace is still in a high emotional state, I don’t know if she’s thinking clearly, and I’m not going to take advantage of that.”

Ben took another shot. “So what you’re saying is, when she gets more settled, you would go for it”

The alcohol flowed through Santi, taking back his usual inhibitions when he spoke. A smile quipped up at his lips. “All I’m saying is… I enjoy spending time with her, and I wouldn’t mind if she wanted toooooo, continue that” Oh yeah. Yeah he was drunk.

This evoked a round of cheers from the guys, and Frankie ordering more drinks.

A ding on Santi’s phone. When he looked at the screen he smiled.

Frankie looked over. “Everything alright with our girls?”

Our girls

“Yeah, they are great.” He show Frankie, then Benny and Will the picture. Rosie was fast asleep in her bed, Laci laying next to her smiling. Yeah, he was saving that picture.

Laci woke up on the couch, Will very softly whispering for her to wake up, careful not to scare her. “Hey”

Laci gave a sleepy little wave, but was concerned there was no Santi.

“Listen, I just got Frankie to bed, Santi is… drunk off his ass.” He chuckled. “Let’s get you guys home so I get throw Ben on his front porch and be done with him.”

Laci’s face falters, and Will assured her he was joking and would get Ben to bed safely. She stood up, glancing over to the room Rosie was in.

“I already checked on her, but you can say goodbye if you want.” 

Laci shook her head, she didn’t want to wake her.

When she got in the car, it was clear Santi and Ben were DRUNK drunk. Will had shoved them in the back, opening the passenger door for Laci. The whole ride home, Ben and Santi alternated music. Despite his earlier insistence that he didn’t like Luis Fonsi, he sure sang No me Doy Por Vecino loud as hell. Benny did too, even if he couldn’t pronounce the words. Laci looked over to the older Miller, who was glancing at his brother and his friend in the rearview mirror as they screeched out ‘Una senal del destino’ the top of their lungs, gripping to each other dramatically. Will was not as irritated as he pretended to be. He turned to see Laci catching him smiling. 

“They’re funny.” He defended.

Will practically had to carry Santi’s short body to the bed. Laci was grateful for him, there was no way she’d get him there. She took off his shoes as Will practically forced him to drink water.

“STOP WATER BOARDING ME!” Santi half yelled, half laughed.

“I’M NOT WATER BOARDING YOU, I’M TRYING TO HELP YOUR HANGOVER AFTER ALL THOSE SHOTS, DUMBASS”

Laci stood up, gesturing for the cup. She stood over Santiago, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Will watched as she held the cup to his lips with one hand, and carefully coaxed his head back with the other. The way Santi looked up at her… he was done for. Laci had his wrapped around her finger, and likely had from the moment he saw her. His large brown eyes watched her face as she watched the cup, far more careful with him than Will had been. Santi drank every bit of the water, and Laci patted his head, leaning into whisper “good job, baby“ Suddenly, she looked up, turning around to see Will. She had forgotten he was there. Santi laid down on the bed, mumbling something in Spanish they couldn’t understand.

His face flushed a deep pink as her eyes widened in panic.

“Hey, hey,” Will Miller held up his hands, before pretending to zip his mouth shut. He mimiacked locking his mouth, handing over the key to her. Laci smiled and tentatively took the metaphorical key, tucking it in he roveral pocket.

“You guys gonna be okay here?”

Laci nodded.

“Okay, call me me if he asphyxiates on his vomit or something.” Pope had put all the guys numbers in her phone as soon as he bought it, incase of emergencies.

She looked panicked again. 

“Oh! Oh no, I was joking. Sorry, dry humor.”

This didn't comfort her. Now she was worried about him choking.

He sighed, but smiled. “Here” Will moved Santi to his side. “If he’s on his side, he’ll be fine” Will promised.

Feeling better, Laci nodded

“Okay, I’m gonna get going. Leaving a drunk Ben alone is a bad idea, he’s probably fighting a racoon as we speak.

Laci laughed and waved goodbye. 

When he was out the door, she locked it behind him and set up Santi’s extensive security system. She went back to check on him, sitting on the edge of the bed. When was sure he was asleep, she played with his beautiful, thick hair. “Thank you for everything. I don’t say it enough, but thank you. I owe you everything. Te amo.” A kiss on his forehead. “Te amo, Santiago” Laci climbed into the other side of the bed, not wanting to leave him alone. Will’s joke had worried her. She was going to watch out for him the way he watched out for her.

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I hope y'all liked the kiss bc I wanted to write it really fucking sweet. Their first kiss was impulsive, but I wanted this to be slow, deliberate.

I used a piccrew maker to make how I picture Laci when she was found, and then after she had been with Santi and got her hair cut this chapter, which you can find here for reference

Also I'm working on a spotify playlist for this fic, if you have any suggestions go ahead and comment! Its gonna have leather and lace by stevie nicks (duh) some luis fonsi (duh) Selena, etc. if you have any songs you feel fit this fic, comment them here!

Also, writing dialoge that switched between 4/5 people is hard, im sorry if it was confusing.

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be my mistake

pairing: jonathan byers x gender neutral! reader

tags: angst, besties w jonathan who’s in love with you, complicated feelings, reader is actually clueless, mention of steve x reader, descriptions of nervous feelings, jon does not get a happy ending lol

requested?: yes!

word count: idk tbh but it’s short

a/n: (click the title for the song for this fic) i made a gif on here for the first time bc there aren’t enough good jonathan ones. be proud of me. this is really short and it’s my first angsty sorta story so cut me some slack pretty pls

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Jonathan contemplates tapping on your window tonight; he knows that every minute longer he spent with you just caused him a world of anguish. But he couldn’t help himself.

The chilly October breeze causes his hair to tickle his nose; he pulls his beige jacket tighter to his body. The view of your house causes the pit in his stomach to grow more by the second.

He shimmies his way up the gutter pipe on the side of your house. Once he reaches your window, he sees you sitting on your bed while you listen to music and doodle in your journal.

As to not startle you, he gently taps the glass with his knuckles and he watched you turn around with a smile on your face, already knowing who was attempting to get your attention.

You quietly lift your window open and extend your hand for him to take it so he doesn’t stumble over.

It’s not like this is the first time you guys are doing this, he does this literally every other night. But your hands touching causes his heart to speed up a bit.

Whenever you guys touch, whether it’s you helping him into your room, your thighs touching each other’s when you’re in the back seat of Nancy’s car, or your shoulder just grazing him as you walk by; it always has him getting weak in the knees.

He doesn’t know when he really started to feel this way toward you, all he realized is that whenever you brought up dates you’d go on or guys you’d hook up with, it made him feel nauseous. Which is what caused him to realize how truly in love he is.

“It’s cold, Jon. Get inside so I can shut the window.” You gently laugh and pull him over the threshold of the window. His lips pull to the side in a soft smile as he stands up in your room and takes off his jacket.

“I thought you said you and Will were doing some sort of movie night tonight while Joyce works?” You sat back down on your bed gathering your colored pencils into your bag.

He picks at a loose thread on his shirt and he closes his eyes and shakes his head, “Y-Yeah! He decided to go over to Mike’s for some D&D thing they’re doing, so I decided to just, you know, stop by.”

He feels a plethora of emotions because seeing your smile in response to what he just said made him melt and cause butterflies in his stomach, but it’s also the reason he stares at his ceiling at night, unable to sleep.

“Well, I’m honored to be the person you decide to hang out with.” You chuckle softly at the man still standing at the end of your bed. “I wanted to talk to you about something anyway! So, you know how I’ve gone out with Steve like four times now? I wan-”

You pause when Jonathan sits at the end of your bed and sighs along with a nod. “Is everything okay?” You scoot so you’re sitting next to him.

He looked at you and just stared for a second.

Should he tell you everything? Tell you how he’s been feeling for the past months? Tell you that you’re all he thinks about all the time? How when you talk it’s literally the only thing holding his attention? How even if everyone in the world suddenly started hating you, he’d still love you till the end of time?

After his mind racing and another one of his cuticles becoming victim to his anxiousness, he opens his mouth to say something before squeezing his eyes shut quickly again and sighing.

“Just an annoying headache—what were you saying before?”

You smile gently before continuing your story about you and Steve. Jonathan can feel his throat becoming hot with the tears he’s holding back.

Why must you be so oblivious, Y/N?

Someday he might have the balls to tell you, but for now. He’s okay with hurting if it means he gets to be a part of your life.