#I’m out of town for the week which means no cat and I’m just like NEED CAT OR WILL DIE

[phantasieandmirare]

Want my cat want my cat want my cat

[laufeysvalentine]

cat's out the bag

spencer reid x fem!reader | masterlist

summary ༄ spencer reid x secret relationship!reader — in which members of the bau go out for dinner and see spencer with... a girl?

early seasons spencer, twilight & ariana grande references for some reason (i don't even listen to her), reader sits on spencer's lap, disgustingly cute but mostly disgusting

word count ༄ 2k

nora’s notes ༄ my first spencer reid fic + a new writing style. this may be a complete disaster 💖

Spencer’s in the middle of finishing up a reread of a Sherlock Holmes installment and packing up from work when the clomping of two pairs of shoes ruins his peace. 

“Morning, genius,” one of the voices says, bubbling with sweetness in just a way he knows exactly who it is without having to look at the two shadows that enter his vision, blocking the light. 

“It’s almost evening. In fact, it’s been six hours, thirty-four minutes, and eighteen seconds since morning,” he mutters, flicking the page over. “Now, move. I can’t see.” 

“No, you’ve been in a funk all week and we’re going to get you out of it,” Garcia sing-songs, taking his book hostage. She looks the opposite of how he has the past week–put together, with a perfect outfit, as always. “I don’t care why you’ve been a grump, only that you come out with us tonight, yeah? You don’t have to drink, just hang out.” 

He looks up, reluctance prodding his expression. Garcia and Derek are side-to-side, arms crossed, looking down at him. Yeah, nope. “I’m busy tonight.” 

“With?” Derek raises an eyebrow. “You got a date, pretty boy?” 

“I’m meeting with a friend who’s been out-of-town.” He responds, reaching out for his book. “Okay, Dad?” 

“Seriously, Reid?” JJ chimes in from behind the other two. “Come out with us.” 

“I’m busy. I would say I was sorry, but I’m not. 1 in 8 people apologize at least twenty times a day. 43% of people regularly apologize during a situation in which they are not at fault–” Spencer begins as he turns away from them to collect his things. 

“Yeah, that’s enough. Getting Hotch to come was hard enough, I’ll call it quits while I still can. See you tomorrow, Reid.” JJ turns on her heel and walks back towards her own desk.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow too.” He nods and passes them on his way out. “Bye.” 

Garcia looks at Derek, her eyebrows cocked. “Well, then.” 

“Guess it’ll just be you and me, baby girl,” he teases, heading to walk back to his desk. 

“Just the way I like it.” Her heels nip the back of his shoes as she chases after him. “Even though JJ and Hotch will be there too.” 

“They can watch.” 

— 

“When’s Hotch getting here?” JJ drums her fingers on the side of her glass, tilting her head up. The restaurant they’re in is loud and crowded, the three of them squished into a booth clearly meant for two, all having glasses of what the waitress described as “fun, flirty drinks” cradled in their hands. Garcia’s stirring some kind of electric pink concoction with an equally pink umbrella when a throat clears. 

“I’m here,” their boss says, sliding into the booth next to them. His eyebrows furrow–well, maybe that’s just his resting face, they can’t really tell–as he glances at the drink in Derek’s hands. “What exactly is it that you’re drinking?” 

He shrugs, taking a sip. “I think it’s called the Orange Surprise. Not that there’s anything surprising about it–or this place, at all, really. I mean, look around. And this just tastes like–” 

“Wait,” Garcia interrupts, eyes on something behind him. She whips off her glasses, rubbing them furiously on her shirt before her jaw drops and she begins to stand in her seat. “Is it just me or is that Reid over there with a girl? A gorgeous girl at that?” 

As soon as she finishes her sentence, three more heads whip around to her line of vision, shock pulling at their faces. Even Hotch looks mildly surprised. 

From their vantage point in the restaurant, they can see Spencer’s side profile as he stares at a girl across the table from him–you, looking magnificent, even in the dingy, uneven bar lighting. Your elbows are on the table, face cradled by your hands as you stare up at him. The love shining out of your face--lips parted with intrigue as you listen, eyes soft, cheeks relaxed--is sickeningly lovely. And even at first glance, a table full of profilers can tell just how much you care about him–enough to reach across the table and smooth down an untidy lapel, enough to listen raptly as the words begin spilling out of him in a ramble, to smile at him with a kind of learned tenderness you only get from knowing someone with incredible intimacy and just time. 

“Oh. My. God.” She tries to scooch past Derek, who catches her by the hips. 

“Wait, baby girl. I wanna see how this plays out before we interrupt. What if that’s a cousin? I don't know, a friend?” He says, stalling her. She reluctantly sits back in her seat, neck craned. 

“They’re touching,” JJ reports, a gasp falling from her lips. “Reid hates touch.” 

“We can see, JJ,” Derek quips, though his jaw is just as dropped. 

As soon as the boy started rambling, everyone at the table expected you to get up and walk away, or look as bored as they felt listening to him. But you stayed. Your eyes are on his, nodding every so often. They watch as one of your hands wanders to Spencer’s arm, rubbing a circle on the fabric of his button-down. He looks so relaxed in your presence, unlike they’ve ever seen him before. What the hell is happening?

“Please let me go over,” Penelope begs. “I need to know. I need to meet her!” 

“I second it,” JJ echoes. “They’re worse than the two of you, and I didn’t think that was possible with Genius over there.” 

“No, we still don’t know if they’re long-term or first date or what. What if we barge in and they’re just friends?” Derek almost sounds convincing. Almost.

“That is not friendly behavior,” Hotch chimes in. Their attention lasers in on the table in front of them, shock freezing their limbs. You’re pouting, saying something to Spencer–he’s melting in your hands, nodding so much it looks like his head could just screw off any moment now, and you stand. Are you going to leave? Break up? What’s happening? 

You wander to his side of the table, and, in the most disgusting display of PDA ever, you lower yourself onto his lap, hands knitting themselves together behind his neck. And Spencer is sickeningly okay with it, hands traveling to your hips, massaging your pelvic bones as you say something to him. A blush pinches his cheeks–no, it’s like a virus, spreading all over his face as he buries himself into your neck. 

Garcia thinks she heard Derek gag. A giggle escapes you, loud enough to hear from their booth. From across the restaurant.  

“Okay, we’re going over,” he announces, standing from the table. “Even just to break this up. I’m nauseous.” 

“Copy that,” JJ contorts her face, following the group towards them. 

Garcia’s practically skipping ahead, expression both accusatory and giddy as she reaches your table. Her hands slam onto the wood, eyes wide as Spencer rears back, immediately on alert. “Alright, Reid, explain yourself now.” 

“Less dramatic, princess,” Derek whispers to her, nudging her shoulder. 

You cock your head at the quartet. They can all tell you’re mentally scanning them, just as much as they’re doing to you. It takes you a couple moments–and Spencer’s groan as he returns to his previous position nestled on your shoulder–before it clicks who they are. 

You jump up, abandoning Spencer with an embellished gasp. “You must be the BAU!” 

“Minus a few members, yes.” Hotch nods at you, looking the exact picture of what your boyfriend had described. Anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t be able to peer past the perfectly neutral, bordering on pleasant mask he’s pasted on his face. But that twitch of his lips gives it all away: he knew nothing about you, and mentally his jaw is on the floor. “Pleasure to meet you.” 

“You too…Aaron Hotchner?” You guess, biting your lip. You’re so purely adorable that half of the team is already in love with you. 

He nods, and you smile at all of them. The happiness you’re wearing is so genuine that JJ whispers to Derek, “I think I just got blinded.”

“And you’re Penelope Garcia?” You turn towards her, eyebrows raised. She reaches her hand to shake yours, but you bypass it entirely and go in to wrap your arms firmly around her. She hugs you back, eyes blown up at shock.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’ve been keeping her from me this whole time!” She accuses Spencer as you pull back, greeting the other members as well. You hear the surprise in JJ’s laugh as you do the same for her, hug firm and leaking with kindness. 

“I haven’t,” he responds matter-of-factly. He’s resisting the urge to pull you back into him, annoyed at all of his colleagues for stealing your time together. Instead, he shifts to the edge of the seat, legs opening wide in a manspread that would be absolutely disgusting on anyone else. But it fits him. Alarmingly well. “I talk about Y/N all the time.” 

“Y/N’s your girlfriend?” Garcia’s tone borders on a shriek, but in a restaurant as loud as this one, no one notices. “I thought she was your cousin!” 

“Ew, what?” you crinkle your nose just as Spencer echoes your words–“That’s disgusting. But scarily more common than you’d think.” 

“I-I mean, you do talk about her a lot. You’ve just never mentioned her in relation to you before.” She sputters out. Everyone can see the cogs turning in her brain, trying to piece the puzzle together. “I love you already.” 

“He said he wouldn’t talk about us at work,” you agree, letting his arm pull you between his legs, one hand falling to your thigh. “Do you guys want to sit down? Now that the cat’s out of the bag, we should catch up.” 

“Um, yes, absolutely!” Garcia throws her hands into the air, scooching the two of you over so she can fit into the booth. “Now, tell me absolutely everything.” 

You shrug, snug on your boyfriend’s lap while also leaning in to look at her. Both of you sparkle in a way he absolutely adores. “I saw him, I liked him, I wanted him, and I got him.” 

“In the wise words of Ariana Grande,” she nods, words wise and expression stoic.

“Are you an Arianator?” You gasp, hand collapsing onto her hand in excitement. She takes that cue to launch into something Spencer does not at all understand. The other members of the BAU shuffle into the other side of the booth, Derek closest to Spencer and JJ at the end. He almost lets out a laugh seeing Hotch sitting so uncomfortably between them, shoulders drawn up tight as to conserve room, face equally as scrunched.

He opens his mouth to comment, but your fingers interrupt, drumming on his shoulder in excitement. You recap your conversation in a voice no one else can quite hear but him. He nods as you ramble, the opposite of what you were doing for him a few minutes ago. In some ways, you're just like him, but you're also complete opposites in so many others. While he usually hates physical touch, you lean into it, fingers tracing patterns onto his broad back while the sun peeks out of the sky, showering him in a glow that makes him downright angelic. Your other hand creeps to his as you watch him brush his teeth–you love seeing his toothbrush next to yours, there’s something so incredibly romantic about it that you can't describe, something that intertwines the two of you. He’s yours, you’re his. 

He presses his lips to your hair, then behind your hair, inhaling you. You’re perfect for him. So, so perfect. 

“Wow, pretty boy.” Derek shakes his head. “Just when I thought I’d seen everything. I didn’t think you’d be so into PDA.” 

“She was away for a whole week. What do you expect me to do?” He huffs, arm wrapping around your waist. Yes, he still hates handshakes, but for you–well, he is absolutely pathetic. And after having you leave for work? Not seeing you for seven whole days? He would get down on his knees and beg you to hold his hand. To pay him an ounce of attention. God, he is unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. 

“Greet her like a normal person. Or stay in your apartment,” Morgan advises, only half-joking. 

But Spencer’s no longer paying a shred of attention to anything his co-worker is saying. He’s too absorbed in you, laugh unabashed and tinkling as you discuss something animatedly with JJ and Garcia. You fit so well in his little family, he thinks. You might as well just stay with him forever. 

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tags @lydiasfalling @cowboylikemac - didn't tag anyone from my other list because it's a diff fandom!

[hana-no-seiiki]

STILL INTO YOU

yandere batfam x cat villain! reader (+extra!!)

synopsis: moments wherein the batfam n co. realize that after all this time they’re still into you

status: unedited.

[AUTHOR’S NOTE:] Super sorry for the lack of fics everyone!! Lately I found out that my DID symptoms have gotten worse and that I’ve experienced a full blackout (and possibly more, I just have no memory of it). So I’ve just been trying to recuperate my mental health for a while with art related stuff. Which, on the positive side of things, means that I’ll be releasing a Webtoon (pilot) around this July!! Hope to see you guys there during the release!!

Can’t count the years on one hand

That we’ve been together

I need the other one to hold you.

Make you feel, make you feel better.

You never realized how much Bruce knew you until you two sat down and had a meal together. Why? You might ask. Well, you were supposed to have a dinner date with Tim today at the manor, but he was unfortunately caught up on a case. You were about to cancel it, maybe cause some chaos in town and then chill with Jason as revenge for your bestie bailing — but Tim insisted you hung out with his father instead.

The pair knew it was the only way for you to (A) Behave and (B) not sleep with Jason for the nth time that week.

Gazing at all your favorite foods displayed upon the excessively extravagant and expensive table you realized that aside from the second youngest, Bruce knew you the most out of everyone in the Batfamily by virtue of his contingencies and overall time as the Batman while you were training to be Catwoman’s successor.

It was so odd, seeing him so calm and not so hostile when you were around. Eerie.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hm?”

“I always saw you as a threat. Treated you like one. But you were just a kid stuck in a situation you didn’t have a hand on. I’m truly sorry. For treating you that way.”

“. . . Isn’t it your job? No hard feelings really. I’d be creeped out if you treated me so nicely — not the food though this is very much welcomed.” You ranted as you stuck a fork into your steak, pointing it at Bruce’s face. Yet, as much as how you were failing to achieve proper etiquette he didn’t seem annoyed more so . . . surprised?

“I hope to see you have dinner here again next week.” His hands stretched to awkwardly pat your head.

“Depends, will I have more of Alfred’s steak again?”

It's not a walk in the park

To love each other.

But when our fingers interlock,

Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it.

Koriand’r wasn’t an idiot. She knew about Dick’s lingering feelings for you.

Perhaps she may be. Considering the fact that she still tried to be in a relationship with him even then.

“Shit. Kitty? Kitty! Wake up you hear me?!”

“. . . I’m. . .” You coughed, groaning at the pain it triggered all throughout your body “ . . . here . .”

You raised your hand, too weak to reach his face you settled with holding his own. Dick squeezed your intertwined hands with a pained expression , and an intimacy unfamiliar to the alien.

But that wasn’t what made Koriand’r finally understand how hopeless their relationship was.

It was the fear in his face. His pretty features morphed into one of horror.

Ah, even after all this time. Dick couldn’t live without you.

Cause after all this time I’m still into you.

I should be over all the butterflies

But i'm into you (I'm in to you)

And baby even on our worst nights

I'm into you (I'm into you)

Let em wonder how we got this far

Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah after all this time

I'm still into you

Jason spent many, many grueling years under the influence of the LoA. And not once did his body forget the feeling of you.

The butterflies, the heart wrenching pain of being apart from you, and the fleeting, venomous hatred you two shared.

After all, it was your name that escaped his lips the moment he awoke from the dead. Your face the first on his mind. Your voice that he longed to hear again.

He had plenty of time to prepare for this moment. Months? Maybe even years.

“Hey, cool helmet. You a Deadpool fan or . . ?”

But even then, your appearance still made him more nervous than confronting his family once more. More nervous than fighting the villain that ended his life.

“Yikes, awful cut you got there. Need me to patch you up buddy?”

You had grown. He had too, even if it was through some magic, deus ex machina water. Seeing the change in your features, how you shed your youthful look of naïvete and grew into a beautiful/handsome/pretty specimen almost made him break all his plans just to be with you again.

“I know that you’re shy and all but I need words.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here til the vigilantes show up.”

For his revenge’s sake he hopes that you’ll stay for longer.

Recount the night that I first

Met your mother

And on the drive back to my house

I told you that, I told you that I loved ya.

You felt the weight of the world

Fall off your shoulder

And to your favorite song

We sang along to the start of forever

It was one of those nights when you intruded on the Batfam’s nightly patrols. This time your victim was Damian. And strangely, no one else. He explained that the rest were taking a break.

Leaving out the fact that he poisoned them with some self engineered laxatives.

It was relatively calm until a heist suddenly started in one of the banks you wanted to pick off. Damn.

“Hey, I didn’t know you listened to [Favorite Artist(s)]” You eyes widened at the sound of the music playing the background as Joker’s men began to surround you and Robin.

“Just a casual listener. How did you meet my mother anyhow?” Damian sheathed his katana. Opting to take down his foes by hand to hand combat as he peeled his eyes and ears to listen to you.

Besides he could see that your eyes weren’t on him anyways, so there was no point in showing off.

. . . Not that he was doing that.

“Huh? Well, I know everyone really.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

He sighed, bashing a poor guy’s face with his knees, his hands adding force with a pull — yikes. “I don’t know why I bother with you.”

“She hated me at first. Courtesy of Cat Woman and the Bat being together.” You turned to him, and he ducks.

“Then I lost someone really, really important to me. More than anything in this world. More than this world itself.” Your whip meets a goon behind him. Both of you hear a splat sound as the man falls to the floor. “And while everyone was calling me insane, when everything was breaking down around me. She was the only one who didn’t judge me for . . . the things that I did.”

“She supported me and was there for me no matter what.” You gaze at the blood on your weapon and cringe. “And then I realized your dad was an absolute bastard for leaving her behind. So I took up the mask again and made it my mission to make his life miserable."

"Even after the dinner?"

"Especially. Wanna bet on how long til he snaps?"

"Deal."

And after all this time I’m still into you.

I should be over all the butterflies

But i'm into you (I'm in to you)

And baby even on our worst nights

I'm into you (I'm into you)

Let em wonder how we got this far

Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah after all this time

I'm still into you

Some things just,

Some things just make sense

And one of those is you and I

Some things just,

Some things just make sense

And even after all this time

Tim honestly didn’t think he had it as bad as his brothers. Sure, he watched your every move and had extensive digital libraries on everything about you, but he did that for everyone. He was more rational; a man that clung unto his senses.

No it wasn’t his actions that made him realize how dangerously important you were to him, it was the way he felt doing so.

After an excessively arduous mission, the first thing he does as he gets back home is to open up his devices and get back to work. Surprise surprise, the stress wouldn’t go away. Not even when he stopped to play some games or catch up on Dungeon Meshi’s last episodes. And that always, always made him relax.

Anxious, his hands subconsciously guide him to that one folder.

Click Click

Dozens if not hundreds of holographic photos, videos and even fan art of you surrounded him.

Tim stares at a video he took when he first found out your identity.

Curling up into a ball with a blanket surrounding him, he slowly drifts off to sleep. Your voice lulling him into his overdue journey to dreamland.

Yeah, he was more rational than the rest. Yet, some things just made sense. Like you being the only thing in this world that manages to make his heart race and anxieties run away.

I'm into You

Baby not a day goes by that

I'm not into you

Jon was a bit dense. But even then he could see the signs of his best friend slowly losing himself to love and infatuation.

He would have been happy,

if it weren’t for the fact that he had a crush on you first.

Being the sweetheart he is, he backed off, respectful of Damian’s feelings (even if the latter wasn’t of his).

I should be over all the butterflies

But i'm into you (I'm in to you)

“Woah, you guys are done already?” Jon landed. As soon as he heard that he’d be able to fight alongside you after what felt like years (it was a couple of weeks), he flew all the way from Metropolis in record time.

If he knew what awaited him he probably wouldn’t have left at all.

“Yeah.” You gave him a thumbs up. Your head laid atop Damian’s lap as the domino masked vigilante ran his hands through your hair. His gloves off to his side.

“C-Cool.”

Jon cried himself to sleep that night.

Even after knowing of Damian’s feelings all this time, he could never stop his own.

And baby even on our worst nights

I'm into you (I'm into you)

Let em wonder how we got this far

Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah after all this time

I'm still into you

I'm still into you

I'm still into you

[ NEXT PART : NOBODY GETS ME ]

[coralinnii]

❋ You said what now? ❋

↳ He accidentally found out your feelings

feat: Ruggie ⭑ Chenya ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Epel

genre: fluff (uhh for the most part), humour,

note: no pronouns used with the reader, no explicit spoilers for book 7 in Lilia’s section, reader is referred as human in Lilia’s section, reader is implied to be a first year in Epel’s section, bad cat-related wording in Chenya’s section

Fun fact: while not obvious in the English translation, if you listen to Chenya’s Japanese voice lines, he likes to say “nya” at the end of his sentences.

Will I keep that fact in mind anytime Chenya pops up? Absolutely.

Also, I just started my college classes again last week (which is why I didn’t post last week). All of my classes are dense with text and quizzes so…I need to study real hard which will most likely eat up my time for writing. Good ol’ inconsistent me~

Although, I’m taking History and we focus a bit on the age of nobility and old kingdoms…so maybe some inspiration for my villain/ess!au series (or maybe not cuz history is weirder than one thinks…)

How it happened

Perhaps a little sneaky, Ruggie is someone reliable, resourceful, and fun to be around. You started to fall for him and even that sneaky side of his became endearing to you.

But bigger, financial priorities occupy the hyena beastman’s mind more than anything else. Unless he can make a madol from it or get a freebie, his interest in anything else is seemingly non-existent. It was rather easy to keep your feelings to yourself when the topic of love rarely, if ever, comes up.

So it came to a surprise to you when the shaggy-haired sophomore mentioned his coworkers at a part-time job he picked up in town.

He started ranting about how a duo at his workplace started an unlikely relationship a few days ago. According to him, the two were from two different worlds and didn’t appear to be either of their types.

“Doesn’t make any sense if you ask me” he mumbled, scratching his fluffy head by the sudden revelation at his job.

You nodded and hummed as he recounted his workday with you, but in all honesty, you didn’t share his confusion over the so-called sudden pairing. By the way Ruggie described the couple, it does sound like their personalities wouldn’t mesh well and would theoretically clash too much for anything to bloom between them.

But attraction follows no simple formula. No one can stop themselves from falling for someone. You yourself were an example.

“Love is never predictable, Ruggie.” you commented without thinking, perhaps too distracted by the cute love story of Ruggie’s coworkers or it could be that you’re drowning in the warm feelings from being so close to your crush that your mouth is running too comfortably on its own. “I mean, I never thought you were my type but I still ended up-“

You shut your mouth before you could finish but looking at the wide-eyed expression on Ruggie’s face, the effort was moot.

“You still ended up?”

…Shoot.

What happens now?

Colour him shocked. Ruggie never entertained the idea that you would like him, out of all people.

He could’ve pretended not to figure it out, or convince himself that it was a misunderstanding. But he knew when he saw your flustered embarrassment and your cute stuttering trying to come up with an excuse, there was no misunderstanding. You like him.

Ruggie has a good amount of ego and he wouldn’t downplay his boyish good looks (odds are it got him out of a few close calls), but in a school of celebrities, royalty, and guys with money coming out the wazoo? He knows when he’s outmatched.

To be honest, his brain froze for a moment at your slip up. He clutched his heart which stuttered out of beat, his ears and tail stood in attention like a meerkat. Jack was worried watching his upperclassman in such a daze while folding laundry, heck it even got Leona raising a brow over the uncharacteristic clocked out look on his shorter dormmate.

But, Ruggie is a workaholic hyena. Always planning his way to work up the ladder to earn some good madol. Even if he likes the idea of making a family of his own, romance wasn’t in his peripheral vision at the moment. Not while he’s working multiple jobs at once. He would honestly feel a little bad because he knows he’ll end up ignoring any poor soul stuck with him.

As bad as it is, he might at first think to pretend he heard nothing about your feelings. He couldn’t bring himself to make you go through that, to be in a relationship where work takes precedence over you.

But then he thought it wouldn’t be so bad…snuggling up to you during one of his rare free time. Maybe you’re the type to surprise him with lunch and he could rest on your lap while you brush his hair. Would you maybe rub his sore muscles after an arduous club training session? Having boyfriend privileges means no one can complain when he slides up to your side, keeping your attention to himself without having to share…

Screw it, he’ll figure something out. He’s a greedy hyena through and through

Shyeheehee! Better be ready for what you’re asking for. Once I’ve set my eyes on something, I’m not lettin’ it get away!

How it happened

This man is a literal magic trick, appearing and disappearing to revel in the shock of his unsuspecting audience. As elusive as he is, the times he does show up brings a shock of joy and excitement to you.

It seems that the purple-haired student has made it a habit to join the Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties from time to time, enjoying the occasional chaos and keeping you company to your conflicted delight.

You didn’t know why but Chenya made it his mission to fluster you every chance he gets, with cheeky comments and sly touches as he leads you away from incoming mishaps such as a stray splash of paint or a flying slice of cake. You don’t know why but the cat-like menace has taken a shine to teasing you out of the blue. Sometimes he would suddenly whisper nonsensical riddles into your ear, or tap your shoulder to then poke your cheek as you turn. Small silly pranks that should annoy you but your body becomes filled with butterflies when he smiles that charming grin at you.

How maddening, you thought as you fell for another sneaky surprise from the impish beastman. Once again, Chenya appeared right behind you, smiling just over your shoulder which gave you and your friends a fright (for different reasons) to which he took pleasure in, judging from the mischievous grin on his lips.

Your shouting caught the attention of the other Heartslabyul students and recognizing the white jacket and castle emblem, their eyes boiled with competitive rage. An RSA student? On Night Raven territory?!

“Ah, looks like fun time is over. I’ll just show meowself out~” and like a mirage, Chenya’s figure disappeared as the NRC students failed to catch even a strand of his fur. Not even when he took a second longer to fade out just so he could teasingly tickle the tip of your nose with his fluffy striped tail.

The students kept on making a fuss, eager to teach the mischief maker a lesson for trespassing on rival territory. You sighed at the wasteful effort, assuming that Chenya would be smart enough to have left long ago.

“Why must my crush be such a frustrating person?” Angry hollers and Riddle’s commanding cease-and-desist orders overwhelmed your tired voice, and your soft words ended up softly carried off into the wind.

But your words caught the interest of a curious ear before it disappeared.

What happens now?

Curiouser and curiouser. He was not expecting such a confession. Though to be fair, he supposed you didn’t mean for anyone to hear it.

Chenya found joy being in your company. The shock in your bright eyes followed by your cute laugh sends a warm, giddy feeling in his heart that he just could not stop. He had a feeling he knew what these feelings could be but he was content with what he could get in the rare moments he can see you.

But now, when he realized what your cute reactions meant? That sends whole new exciting feelings within him. It’s fuzzy and warm as usual, but now also shocking and thrilling. The sneaky beastman is grinning for more than one reason now.

He won’t immediately confess back. Considering this wonderful predicament where you don’t know he knows of your affections, his playful nature compels him to milk the fun of this situation for all its worth.

If you thought his cheeky antics were bad enough, you haven’t seen his flirty side till now. Playful taps on the shoulders become sneaky grabs by the waist, and just when you think he’s gone, his signature grin would grace your vision as he fades into view, a little too close to your own face. Sometimes when he feels emboldened, Chenya would sweep you off your feet for a spontaneous walk along the sweet breeze.

When you’re finally at your wit’s end, when all his teasing and heart-fluttering gestures fills you to the point of combusting in flustered frustration, that’s when he’ll finally tell you his reciprocated feelings, perhaps while stealing a quick kiss when you least suspect it. All to see that terribly adorable look on your pretty face.

Every adventure requires a first step. I’m excited to see where we’ll go together from meow on~

How it happened

See, you thought he already knew. You swore he did. Why else would he tease you so much with his sweet compliments and flirty jokes? The mysterious senior spoke to you as though you were a naive child crushing on their older peer, which you supposed wasn’t entirely wrong.

The way he treated you with so much care and love that you wondered if he already suspected of your feelings and was being considerate to you. He listens to your rambles as though he has all the time in the world for you, compliments you on your achievements as though he’s genuinely proud of your hard work, and he jokes with you with that boyish charm of his. But the scarlet-eyed fae never pursued further with advances with you, which made you think that perhaps this was just who Lilia was, a strange but friendly man, unwilling to hurt your feelings. Were you grasping at straws and misconstruing his intentions?

With a heavy heart, you tried your best to give up your hopes but maintained a cordial bond with Lilia, not wanting to avoid the jovial fae so suddenly (well, without having to explain why anyways)

But one day, when you were walking with the smiling senior, he started talking about a souvenir shirt that Kalim had given him during their club meeting. It was a shirt patterned erratically with various colours and pictures of tiny bats littered about. It was an eccentric visual of fabric but it strangely fits the equally eccentric man.

“What are your thoughts? Would I not look absolutely adorable in this?” Lilia asked, holding the shirt in front in his uniform with a boyish smile, his fangs peeking out slightly. But you rolled your eyes as you sighed exasperated by this man’s antics.

“Don’t you think that’s unfair for you to ask me?” You looked at him with a pout, somewhat irritated at the mature fae you’re trying to get over. “Of course I’d said you would, considering how much I like you”

For a rare moment, Lilia turned wide-eyed at your words. “Pardon? Do you by chance… harbour feelings for me?”

Turns out, he didn’t know at all

What happens now?

Guess you can still surprise this old man. He had his suspicions but for all he knew that was how the youth were these days. He was fond of your shy expressions whenever he was around and he could hear the quickening of your heartbeat, but he didn’t want to assume. Perhaps you were just more on the skittish side.

In the centuries he lived, he saw love in many forms. In the recent centuries he lived, he got to experience some of those forms of love he’s seen, with the pain and joy that comes with it. To him, it couldn’t ask for more as he lives out the last few centuries he has left.

You however, were still vibrant like a freshly bloomed flower in its prime. Was that why he just couldn’t take his eyes off you? He couldn’t help but watch in admiration as you lived with almost enviable vigour. He felt pulled, entranced to be by your side for even just a moment, just to see that beautiful gleam of life (and love, he realized) in your eyes.

But Lilia felt a beat of guilt in his heart. Your life is so short in comparison to his own. You should be sharing your youth with someone as brilliant as yourself, not pining over an old soul like himself. Humans are fickle creatures but he supposed with such short lives, it’s best to be curious and experience all one can without regrets.

He would be honest with you, sharing his thoughts with you as though warning that your affections were better spent with someone that suited you better. It would be up to you to convince the stubborn fae that he was your choice, that you already decided he suited you just fine. All you’re asking from him is if he shared the same feelings as you did.

“I may have tried to get rid of my feelings before, but I’m choosing not to run away this time,” in your eyes, Lilia sees that same vibrant gleam that mesmerized him, almost breathing a new sense of life into him. “All I ask is if you feel the same way”

And he does. He’s lying to himself if he hasn't thought of a life with you where he could steal surprise kisses throughout the day, where he could bring you to soar through the night skies as he takes you to explore the world with him. He imagines a life of silliness but also a life of blissful content as he gazes at you like a beacon of light in his life, a new reason to live a bit longer.

Lilia feels ensnared by love once more, but the burning warmth in his soul is just too invigorating. He’s looking forward to this new chapter in his life, with you.

I do hope you’ve prepared yourself, my dear. Eternal love with a fae should not be taken lightly. But rest assured, I look forward to our new adventure

How it happened

You were Epel’s close friend and confidant, someone who he can share his achievements and woes with. Being so new to the college, the two of you depend on each other through thick or thin and along the way, you grew to see the lavender-haired freshman as more than just a companion.

He has a bit of a temper and is quick to the jump at times, but he was always there for you and even though he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with them at times, he respects his seniors and takes their lessons to heart.

When he talks about how much he dislikes his height or his feminine features, you nodded along for his sake but you couldn’t tell him that you were actually in disagreement. You adore his fluffy locks that you occasionally got to touch with his permission and his light blue eyes felt like calming waves of the purest lake. Epel constantly swore to you that he’ll have his growth spurt and will even tower Leona in height, but you like how you could hold him close to you without issue.

You love all that he is, even if he’s not too keen on some parts himself

But you kept this all to yourself. You thought Epel had other priorities on his mind and you were scared that confessing would ruin the friendship you’d built with him. For now, you were content to be by his side for however long you can.

You were dead tired during a particularly harsh Flying class with Coach Vargas and you were barely conscious enough to keep your eyes open. It took everything you had to just nod along to whatever Epel was saying, something about some Savanaclaw students?

“Who they think they are, callin’ me cute like that? I outta rip off their yapper for underestimatin’ me.” You weren’t helping his point when you thought how cute his accent was as he grumbled about his day. You were falling in and out of consciousness but thought you should at least reply back to your friend…anything at all…

“I’m sorry…that happened…even though…I think…you’re really cute…”

You were already out cold to notice your friend frozen in place as you finished your drowsy comment, your head landing on his stiff shoulders.

What happens now?

ALDFIUAHLBWAIGLH

Congratulations, you broke your friend and you don’t even remember it. When you woke up, you couldn’t figure out why Epel was as bright red as his hometown’s apples. Epel couldn’t even bring it up without getting too tongue-tied, his accent sputtering out incomprehensible words.

The blue-eyed freshman was raking his brain for an explanation. You thought he was cute…really cute to be precise, but what does that mean? Did you like him? As in like-like him? Is it normal for non-countryside folk to just say something like that? But most students around here tend to mean it like an insult but you weren’t like them, you would never do that to him. So what did you mean by it??

Left without a choice, Epel thought about who he could ask about this, maybe one of his seniors. But he immediately reconsidered when he realized who his seniors were (Vil and Rook will never let this go and there’s no way Leona would entertain this conversation) and turned to the only adult he can trust, his meemaw.

In his letter, he asked his grandma what it means when someone you cherish calls you cute (not mentioning who) and after a few days of fidgeting and awkward encounters with very confused you, he finally got an answer from her.

“STOP SITTIN’ ON YOUR KEISTER TWIDDLIN’ ‘ER THUMBS! GO AND ASK, DAGNABBIT!”

And that’s how you were confronted by a flustered Epel about your cute comment one random school day. To be fair, you probably didn’t fare any better when you realized you let your thoughts slip out.

You may have confessed your attraction to him but Epel can still be the first to make the first move. Relationships and dating are all new to the petite freshman and honestly he felt a little weak in the knees, all the nerves wracking his body like his first broom ride. But the past few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about being with you, sweeping you off your feet, impressing you the only way he can, to have your eyes solely on him like he does when you’re around. Heck, he thought what it’d be like to grow old with you, holding you like no one else can as you spend day and night by each other’s side. All these thoughts and more is what spur him to take the next step.

I ain’t too great on love and romance, but I’ll work hard to show ya how much ya mean to me. I promise that!

[b3ach-bunn7]

NO ONE NOTICED

You transferred to UA from halfway across the world. You’re missing home. You feel like shit and Bakugo helps.

COMPLETELY NON CANON like everyone is alive and happy and friends idgaf

Mostly based off of @/tokeniranianfriend's texposts on tik tok plzzzz go check her out!!

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You are definitely missing movie night today.

The thing is, you feel selfish to complain about your whole situation. You could name probably hundreds of young heroes from your town alone who’d kill to be in your position. To be flown out on a scholarship to one of the most amazing hero schools in the world? It’s not only ungrateful, but it’s selfish. You’re selfish.

And it’s not like you don’t like UA and Japan. You love it here. The conscience stores that are open all night. The little drinks with the huge cubes of ice are your favourite, and everything is so much cheaper here. The teachers are some of the best you've come across in your life, the facilities available to you better than any other school you’d been to. And the people were so kind, so funny and welcoming, despite the fact you joined during their third year. 

Well, there was Bakugo. You wouldn’t call him too welcoming.

Mina promises you he’s much better now than he was in third year, that he’d calmed down once they’d gotten older. You can only imagine what he’d been like when they’d all been first years. You’d been cordially invited into what was known as the ‘Bakusquad’, and the only person you struggled to get through had been him. It had taken endless days of you bugging him and never leaving him be until you’d reached a stage where you think the two of you are friends. You still struggle to break through the grumpy demeanour that he seems to always hold on his face but you make some progress. He lets you watch him cook on his nights in the kitchen, legs dangling under the table as you commentate on his diligent chopping and stirring. He gave you his number one night, and despite the fact he tends to reply with emojis more than anything else, it was progress. Mina tells you he doesn’t just spar with anyone too, so you’ve taken that into account too.

You try not to think about the fact you have a tiny crush on him. It’s Bakugo. You don’t think he feels any emotion stronger than he does rage, so you ignore it. Bakugo isn’t the issue here.

You just miss home. You miss your bed. You miss your cats. You miss your mum.

The flights home are way too expensive, so you spend most of your holidays here, the dorms so noticeably quiet once everyone is home with their families. And you haven’t minded it too much, but it’s your birthday next week and it’s only just occurred to you it’s your first one without your family and friends. There's a weird pit in your stomach because you know your stupid family tradition of cake right at midnight, your favourite dinner being cooked won’t be happening. Your usual tradition of friends treating you to dinner, opening gifts at the table. None of that now.

You’re also on your period, which does not help.

All of this is why you quickly shoot Mina a message that you won’t be making it to movie night. Her reply is almost immediate.

Mina: WHAT

Mina: WHY NOT

You: I’m just feeling a little emo rn 😔

You: And my cramps are killing rn 

Mina: okay ml :(((

Mina: you wanna talk about it?

You: Nah, I’m okay

You: But thank you bae 🙈🙈

Mina: love youuuu

Mina: ill tell the others

You don’t bother responding. You feel slightly mean, but Mina knows you best and you know she won’t see it in any bad way. You burrow under your covers, snacks on one side of your and your laptop on the other. The latest episode of Love is Blind is playing, and you commentate to nobody but yourself at the people on your screen. You’re only five minutes in when you feel your phone buzz on the bed. You ignore it at first. But then it buzzes twice more and you huff, shoving the m&ms in your hand into your mouth and grabbing your phone.

Bakugo: Mina said you’re not coming

Bakugo: Why

Bakugo: ??

You: just not feeling it today

Bakugo: Why

You: idk bro I’m just not 😭

You: ill be there next week promise

Bakugo: Youre being weird

You: ???

You: I’m just so tired 😔

You: ik ur not gonna miss my annoying commentary let’s be real

Bakugo doesn’t respond. Again, nothing surprising. It’s not the first and definitely not the last time he’ll leave you on read. You unpause your show but it’s quickly interrupted by a knock at your door. A knock is putting it lightly. You think this person might be trying to break down your door. It takes you a minute to emerge from your cocoon you’ve built on your bed, pulling the hood on your hoodie up to cover your bed head. 

“Fucking hell, I’m coming.” You huff, quickly yanking the door open.

Your words are cut off at the sight of Bakugo standing at your door. You quickly curse the fact you didn’t try to make yourself look slightly more presentable. You think it makes your not so tiny crush even worse that Bakugo is genuinely quite beautiful. Shining red eyes, arms so muscular you know you’re able to see the lines of them through his clothes, long lashes you’re honestly jealous of. And he always has this sweet smell around him you can’t seem to get enough of, always so obvious when the two of you are sparring.

“I- What are you doing here? Isn’t everyone in Sero’s dorm tonight?” 

Bakugou eyes flit down to the hoodie you’re wearing then back up to your face. He’s got an unreadable expression on his face and you’re starting to get annoyed.

“That’s my hoodie.” 

It was his hoodie. One you’d stolen on a day that was too cold when all of your own were in the wash. You’d ignored Mina’s teasing at the fact he hadn’t said a word about it. Until now, apparently.

You huff. “Okay. Is that why you’re breaking down my door? Would you like it back?” You start pulling at the sleeves but he rolls his eyes, waving you off.

“No, no. Why aren’t you at Sero’s?” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

You guess it is weird. Once you’d been formally invited to attend, you hadn’t missed one of the movie nights Bakugo and his friends had. Once a week, at whoever’s dorm was cleanest and had a TV, everyone would crowd in on the floor and the bed to watch whatever dumb thing they’d picked that week. It wasn’t like you to miss it but it also wasn’t like Bakugo to show up at your room about it.

You tug the sleeves back on your arms. “I’m just- I told you. Not feeling it. I’m tired.”

He frowns. “Have you been crying?”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. You swipe at your face. You had been a while ago and you’re surprised he even noticed. 

“No. Well. Not now. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. Are we done here?” 

Bakugo leans forward slightly and your cheeks flush. You try to shove him back but he doesn’t move as he peers past your shoulder. With a defeated sigh you let him, breathing in that smell that always follows him. You don’t watch as his eyes travel over the messy bed, the used tissues on the covers and the fact you’re clearly wearing the clothes you’ve slept in.

“Have you been in your room all day?” His eyes look back to meet yours and you turn away, slightly embarrassed at the tone in his voice and the close proximity. You push him back, shutting your door behind you.

“So what, it’s Saturday.”

“Doesn’t mean you should be sitting in bed all fucking day. Have you even eaten today?”

You fluster. “Yes.”

Bakugo narrows his eyes. His gaze is so focused on you. You kinda feel like you’re being scolded by a parent. 

“Proper food? Not those shitty snacks that you think you’re hiding under your bed?” He drawls, an eyebrow quirking up.

“They’re not shitty. It’s my stash. They don’t sell crunchie bars in Japan.”

“The fuck is a crunchie?” 

“Chocolate and honeycomb. It’s good. You want one?”

“The fuck? No.” Bakugo scoffs. He grabs your sleeve suddenly and starts dragging you down the hallway. 

You try to fight it at first, but who are you kidding? If Bakugo wants you to go somewhere you’re unfortunately going whether you like it or not. He’s not afraid to drag you there by your hoodie strings and the two of you know that. Mina said the fact he’s so rough with you is good, and it means he thinks you’re strong. You just think it means recovery girl sees you much more than she should. You shuffle down the corridors and let him drag you to the kitchen. 

“Wait, what are we doing here?” You ask, shivering at the cold hardwood floor on your bare feet.

Bakugo starts pulling out pots and pans. He silently takes off his slippers and pushes them over to you. “I’m making you some proper food. Not that unhealthy shit you’re always fucking eating.”

You frown, stepping into his shoes. “It’s not shit. It’s yummy.”

“It’s going to make you fat.” 

Your mouth gapes, and you shove his shoulder. “Don’t call me fat, you freak.”

“I didn’t call you fat, I said it’s going to make you fat. Especially if you sit in bed all day.” He grabs some veg from the fridge, swiftly dodging the second swipe you make at him.

You know behind Bakugo’s harsh words he means well. He won’t outright tell you that he’s worried about you, but the weird way he keeps glancing back at you tells you that he is. At least that’s what you hope. So you jump up onto your usual spot on the counter and watch him.

“And what is the great Chef Bakugo making tonight?”

“Curry.” His hands fly across the chopping board as he chops some onions.

“Yum. Can I help?”

“Fuck no.”

The same reaction to the same question you ask every time he’s in the kitchen. Bakugo works alone, you know this. You just like to annoy him whenever you can. 

And you’re perfectly content to just watch. The ripple of his muscles as his arm moves up and down over the chopping board. The way tufts of blonde hair fall in front of his face. The way he used his forearm to wipe the sweat off his forehead. 

“You’re being so quiet. It’s fucking weird.” He looks up at you from where he’s stirring something in a pot. 

You shrug. “Thought you’d like the silence, no?” You smile slightly, but the interrogative look on his face makes it fall flat.

“Not from you.” He turns to attend to the rice cooker that’s beeping to tell him it’s done. 

The meal finishes quicker than you’d think. You spend most of the time just watching, idly bringing up something random when the silences feel too long. Bakugo brings your plates into the living room. The dorms are surprisingly quiet for a Saturday night. The loudest of your class are all holed up in Sero's dorm right now, and as Bakugo drops onto the couch, you can’t help but notice the two of you are alone. He grabs the tv remote, immediately flicking through Netflix. 

You haven't sat down yet. This feels like something and you have no idea if you’re reading too much into this situation. Bakugo glances at you.

“What, I need to drag you here too? Sit.”

Truthfully, you’re too exhausted to care if it does mean something. You roll your eyes, sitting down on the couch next to him. “I’m not a dog.”

“Listened like one.”

You flick Bakugo’s head and he grunts. “Piss off and eat.”

The food smells amazing. You’re not surprised, everybody knows Bakugo is the best in your class. He just has to be good at everything. 

Just one spoon of the food is enough to have you almost moaning on the couch. “Fuck, it’s so good.” 

You speak through a mouthful, huffing smoke out your mouth. It’s too hot to eat, but you don’t care. Bakugo was right. You really hadn’t eaten all day, what with your cramps and the sadness that popped in your gut.

Bakugo smirks slightly. “Better than your crunchie bars?”

“Definitely. Though that’s a shout for dessert.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. He keeps clicking through the channels. Todoroki had kindly lent his fathers bank card to buy Disney+ and Netflix, and Bakugo is currently on the former. He scrolls right past your favourite movie, and you nudge his shoulder.

“Wait, put on Meet the Robinsons, please.” You nudge his shoulder more intensely and he scowls at you.

“Fuck off, no. You pick this every movie night, I’m sick of it.”

“It’s good. My comfort movie. Click.”

“No.”

“Please, Bakugo.” 

You look up at him in a way you hope is convincing enough. You think you see his eyes soften just slightly before he’s sighing, cursing you and Walt Disney under his breath. He does click play, and you cheer, bringing your bowl of curry to your lap.

You’re locked into the movie too much to see Bakugo stealing glances at you throughout the whole thing. He’s silent for all of ten minutes. Which is weird, because this is Bakugo, who is known for firing explosions at the back of Kaminari's head if he starts talking too loudly.

“If all it took for you to cheer up was this shitty movie, I’m sure Mina would’ve given up her night to choose.” 

He speaks quietly, enough that you almost don’t hear him. You don’t look at him, placing your bowl, now polished clean, back on the coffee table. You don’t say anything for a moment. Bakugo doesn’t push, and it’s that unusual tenderness he’s handling you with that makes you want to cry again. You can’t believe how pathetic you must look, that Bakugo of all people is being nice to you.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think I could handle talking to all of you guys without being all sad in the corner and ruining the fun.”

Bakugo doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes are still focused on the screen, and you watch as the lights dance across his face. “What happened?”

You look away from him. You breathe once. Twice. Blink a couple times to curb the tightness behind your eyes.

“I just.” You sigh shakily. “I just miss home.”

You laugh wetly, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. You try and hide the tears that pool in your eyes but he could hear them even if he couldn’t see them.

“It’s so stupid. I just. My birthday’s coming up, and I can’t fly back home, so. I’m going to be here. And like, all that stupid stuff I used to do with my family i can’t and it just got me thinking of all the other stuff I miss. Like my bed. And my cat. And I’m also running out of crunchie bars.” 

You sigh, shaking your head. “And I feel so ungrateful. Selfish. Like, I should be happy to be here. It’s such a great opportunity, and-” 

“Don’t say that.” His words are sudden and do their job in shutting you up.

“You can be so stupid sometimes. Of course you’re going to fucking miss home. Who wouldn’t? Doesn’t make you selfish. Makes you fucking normal.” His eyes never leave the screen but you’re sure he can feel your eyes on him.

“You don’t think it makes me weak?” You mumble.

Bakugo’s eyes furrow. And then he does look at you, and it’s so intese that you want to look away. But you don’t, just fiddle with the drawstrings of his hoodie instead. Red eyes pour with emotion, and if you don’t like Bakugo for anything it’s this. He’s so passionate, about everything. About his hero work, about his feeling, even this. Even you.

“You’re not fucking weak. I’d like to see one of the idiots in our class do what you’re doing. Dunce face wouldn’t last a week.”

You snort at that, rubbing at your eyes.

“Just. Just don’t hole yourself up in your room like that. It’s stupid. If you have shit to talk about, talk about it.” 

You think he wants to say we’re here, that he’s here if you ever need him to be. But he doesn’t. Instead, he makes you food and lets you slobber all over his hoodie. He tuts as you wipe at your face with the sleeve, reaching forward to grab your wrist. His fingers are warm and so much bigger than yours that they wrap around it easily.

“Stop using my hoodie as a tissue, there’s a fucking box right there.”

“Leave me alone. I’m sad, you have to be nice to me.” You pout as he drops your hand. You immediately miss the warmth.

“Shut the fuck up. Watch your shitty movie.”

BONUS:

Mina: hey babyyyyyy

Mina: u feeling better??

Mina: Sero got oizza do u want me to being u a slice

Mina: it’s got stuffed crust🤤 ik u want a bite sooo bad

You: Stfu

You: She’s asleep

Mina: ??? 

Mina: tf r u sleep texting in third person?!?

You: Stop texting raccoon eyes ur gonna wake her up

Mina: BAKUGO???

Mina: r u in her dorm rn 😉

You: Stfu

Mina: use protection 😘

You: Kys 

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guys i kinda struggle to write for bakugo?? im always writing outgoing and energetic characters, and the fact hes so nonchalant and quiet is too hard for me... that and the fact he has never interacted with a women in canon?? hes an enigma

anyways... plzzzz give me asks i have no idea what or who to write for!

[cherrykpawp]

Heat // Ch 5.5

Pairings: Yunho, San, Mingi. Mentions of HJ, SH, YS, WY, and JH

This chapter includes: Flashbacks, hybrids, Owner!Yunho, Dance instructor!Yunho, Black cat hybrid!San, Husky hybrid!Mingi, Origin of adoption

AN: When "A/N" is mentioned in this chapter, it means "artist's name", not "authors note". You can visualize any artist you want as I left it pretty vague.

Taglist: @m-flowerjunnie-oa, @mrsminseochoi, @strawwff, @sunlight120902, @awkward-fucking-thing, @menialmoonchild, @jjongsho, @chanscase143, @lililiarina, @babyquokkasworld

W.C: 3.6k

“Sorry, Yunho-ssi, I’m booked and busy for the week. I’m unsure when my free day is, but I’ll let you know. I promise.”

“I’m out of town for the next month, I return on the 8th, if you want to plan something then?”

“My deadline is approaching soon, so I won’t be able to make time at the moment. Maybe try hanging out with your coworker?”

Yunho felt forlorn for a while. The worst part of being an adult with a professional career is that there’s barely any free time to hang out with your friends and celebrate each other's victories. Hongjoong busied himself, running his hybrid vet clinic damn near all the time; Jongho was out of town performing at grand events and teaching students abroad; and now he’s on the phone with Seonghwa, frowning at the fact he isn’t able to see his friend. Yunho had just finished performing with a major artist at a sold-out stadium with the choreography he came up with�� it was something he’d been nervous about for months. 

Being the perfectionist he was, Yunho constantly altered dance moves before showing them. Their fans seemed to love it, complimenting the key parts that Yunho contributed to. After performing for a month and returning home, he wanted to celebrate with his friends— drink to his accomplishments, receive praise for his hard work and dedication, and relax with everyone after months of not seeing each other. It’s not like he hasn’t received that from them already; there were times when they hung out, but it was never collectively as a group. ‘Something just hits differently when you’re around your people’ he thought.

“That’s all I do, hang out with them. Hell, I’ve been with them all month. I saw my parents the other day, too.”  Yunho sighed in despair on his couch. His house, which he had once felt so proud of attaining, now felt abandoned and cold, with no sign of life except for himself.

On the other side of the call, Seonghwa inhaled sharply, trying to devise a solution. “Well… you could always meet new people at the club,” he suggested. Yunho brooded over the notion, disapproving of it. “Or you could get hybrids of your own for company.”

The thought of getting hybrids never crossed Yunho’s mind, as he never saw the fascination. They’re pretty unique, considering they're recognized as a species that coexists with humans, but he always wondered how these incubated creatures could provide him with emotional support. However, since they’re part animal, hybrids had to be adopted. He’d met Seonghwa’s hybrids, Yeosang and Wooyoung—they seemed like normal humans. They just had another set of ears and a tail, but from what he had learned, hybrids could be any species.

“I mean… I could use some liveliness here,” Yunho rubbed his face. “I’m just not sure...”

They chatted briefly before Seonghwa had to hang up, immersing himself back into his project. Yunho, once again, was left alone, celebrating his accomplishments in his living room. And to end the night with a bang, he went to his room and fell asleep. 

The liveliness of having a demanding career.

And that’s how Yunho found himself standing outside a hybrid vet clinic the next day, feeling silly just for being here. He browsed for the highest-rated clinics with the best reviews, which led him to Hongjoong’s clinic. Yunho thought he’d be able to see his friend today, but unfortunately, Hongjoong was in a meeting for the next few hours. He decided to settle for seeing him when he was available.

Yunho entered the clinic, hands in his pockets, already feeling out of place. He was met by a female staff member dressed in all white, wearing a nurse's cap on her head. She greeted Yunho with a wide smile and a jaunty attitude. “Hello, welcome in! How may I assist you today?”

Yunho scratched the back of his jet-black hair. “A friend recommended that I come here to adopt some hybrids,” Yunho said abashedly, avoiding eye contact and sort of regretting coming here. 

“That’s great to hear. What type of hybrids are you interested in adopting?” she inquired. 

Yunho shrugged. “I don’t know. This is my first time here.”

The female staff member stood up from her seat, moved from around her desk with a clipboard in hand, and handed it to Yunho. “Please write down your name, phone number, and email address before we start. It’s to help inform you about any other potential hybrids that arrive at our facility or any updates on the one you looked into.” Yunho swiftly wrote down all his information, handing the clipboard back to her. “Is there a specific age range you’re looking for?”

Yunho furrowed his brows, forgetting that hybrids start as children rather than full-fledged adults, “22-23 years old.” The female staff nodded, leading Yunho down a hall. The corridor felt endless, but Yunho could briefly see little hybrid children in the rooms he passed, playing with blocks and an assortment of toys. The further he went down, the older the hybrids started appearing, ranging from preteens to teens, to young adults, to finally, adults. “You can take your time in here, I’ll be right by the door waiting for you.” She bowed, opening the door for Yunho to walk into the room.

In the room, there were several different species with breeds that he couldn’t specifically name besides their general terms. They were separated by gender and sex just so there wasn’t any ‘mingling’ among them. As he browsed around, he noticed that they all wore crisp, white pullovers, sweatpants, and white socks, with an identification card clipped to their collar. He went to the primarily male section since he wasn’t set on having a girl hybrid over his house. All of the male hybrids tried to get his attention, calling him over to talk and coax him into adopting them. Some were different types of cat and dog breeds, and even exotic breeds like tigers, but they didn’t pique his interest.  

As he scanned the room, Yunho glanced at a black cat hybrid who had isolated himself, playing with his tail and silently singing to himself. His hair was semi-long, mostly black, with the left side of his bangs dyed white-blonde. Yunho strolled over to said hybrid, taking a seat next to him. The black cat hybrid looked up at Yunho and gave him a small smile. “Hello,” he greeted, averting his gaze and continuing to play with his tail.

“Hi,” Yunho squinted his eyes toward the ID card, “San-ah.” The black cat hybrid nodded, letting go of his tail and giving his full attention to him. “Why are you over here by yourself?”

“Well… I don’t like everyone here,” San made a face, displaying abhorrence. “Some are rambunctious, some don’t like to play, and some don’t want to be friends, so I sit by myself most of the time.”

Yunho frowned, “That’s respectable. How long have you been here?”

San pondered on the question for a while, trying to think carefully. “About..three years?”

“Three?”

“Mhm,” San honestly answered, “I get adopted here and there, but eventually, I get sent back because I’m not what my previous owners expected. They say I’m too independent, sleep a lot, or too ‘to myself’. Whatever that means.”

“What kind of excuse is that?” Yunho scoffed. San’s ears went down, tail wrapping around his arm. “I’m sorry that happened. They didn’t deserve you.”

San shrugged again. “I appreciate that. But did you see any hybrids you liked? The tiger over there has a high waitlist with potential owners who want to try and adopt him. You should go add yourself,” San concluded that Yunho wouldn’t pick him.

“I wasn’t interested in that hybrid, unfortunately,” a surprised expression on San’s face, “if you’d allow me, I’d like to adopt you. You can be as independent as your heart desires. I have an extra room at my house where you can have your privacy.”

San’s eyes gleamed with hope, but soon died out. “You’re going to return me after a month, too. I don’t know about that.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Yunho shook his head, “This is my first time ever coming to a vet clinic or adopting a hybrid. My friend suggested this to me since I… I needed a companion of my own.”

San observed his face for any signs of disingenuousness; so far, the older male looked truthful. “I’d love for you to adopt me, but um… I’ve made one friend here and I wouldn’t want to leave him. I’d rather stay with him unless both of us come with you.”

Now, Yunho was in a dilemma. He had only intended to get one hybrid, but now it was either adopting both of them or leaving companionless, returning to his solitude. 

And the whole point of coming here was to fill that solitude. 

Yunho deeply inhaled. “Where’s your friend?”

San pointed to the right of him, and Yunho looked in the direction of a husky hybrid who seemed to be fighting sleep. His hair was a washed-out baby pink, short and spiky. His eyes were half-lidded, and his head slowly tilted forward before jerking back. The action made Yunho chuckle at his tiredness. Yunho got up from his seat and walked over to the husky, who suddenly became alert when he saw the older male approach. He sat cross-legged in front of the hybrid, who mirrored him. Yunho peered at his ID again, but the hybrid unclipped and showed him more properly before clipping it back onto his collar. 

“Mingi-ah, it’s nice to meet you,” Younho said. Mingi almost responded until a yawn overcame him. Yunho cooed at the younger, “Sleepy, are we?”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Sorry for yawning, I haven’t been sleeping well,” Mingi apologized, his tail swaying side to side behind him. Yunho pouted because he didn’t think Mingi had to apologize for being tired; it's natural.

“Oh? Why is that?” Yunho questioned.

“It gets cold in here sometimes, and not everyone’s a fan of cuddling for warmth. Then again, that tiger hybrid over there is the warmest, and everyone goes to him for cuddles.” Mingi scowled at the tiger hybrid.

“Why does everyone favor the tiger hybrid so much? You're the second one to mention him today.”

“He’s one of our newest exotic breeds. He arrived about two weeks ago and has eyes on him while we—who have been here for months or years—get overlooked. Cat and dog hybrids are quite prevalent.” Mingi stated bluntly, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

“How long have you been here?”

“A year and a half,” he’s been here for a shorter time than San, Yunho jotted down mentally.

“Why are you back here?”

“I wanted to come back here,” Mingi shrugged. “My previous owners weren’t the greatest people, and their other hybrids didn’t get along well with me. They were too pompous.” 

Yunho hummed, understanding how the hybrid felt. San and Mingi’s stories saddened him and only made him want them more—to offer them a better life.

“Well, your friend over there, San, said he wouldn’t want me to adopt him without assuring you had a home too. I’d like to adopt you as well if you’d like,” Yunho offered the proposition to the husky hybrid. Mingi’s eyes lost their sleepiness. 

He looked at San first, who nodded with a dimpled smile, before looking back at the male in front of him. “Yes. So long as San’s with me.”

Yunho smiled back. “Then it’s all set. I’ll inform the female staff that I plan on adopting you both.” Yunho rose from the floor, bowing at San and Mingi before leaving the room.

Mingi got up from the floor and tackled San. “Hyung, you kept your promise!” Mingi rubbed his head into San’s chest. “We get to leave together.” 

San chuckled, reciprocating his hug, “I told you I wouldn’t leave without you. Wherever you go, I go.”

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Yunho called a car service to drive him and the hybrids home, glancing at the rearview mirror to see them whispering in each other's ears and giggling. The female staff member had given Yunho a summary about hybrids, sending him home with pamphlets, booklets, civil clothes to change into from their usual wear, and a list of heat hotels for their ruts, and heat suppressants. Yunho didn’t know what a ‘heat’ or ‘rut’ was until she explained it; it sounded intense from how she described it, so he made sure to get that under control immediately. Yunho had fully introduced himself once they walked out of the building, realizing he’d forgotten to mention it earlier. They practiced saying his name, rolling it off their tongue. Once they stepped out of the car, they stood in awe at how the outside of his house looked—he seemed very well off. 

Once they stepped inside, they stuck to each other, timid about where to go or how to act until Yunho gave them instructions. Yunho placed the booklets and pamphlets on the kitchen counter. “You guys hungry?” he asked. San and Mingi nodded frantically, “You can relax at the dining table or watch TV while I prepare some ramen. It won’t take too long.” 

The hybrids were still reserved about where to go, still adjusting to their new life. They settled at the dining table because it was closer to the kitchen and was the first place Yunho recommended.

They sat there quietly, scanning the interior and admiring the artwork and sculptures around the living area. They complimented his taste amongst one another, pointing to which pieces of art stood out to them. Yunho returned with two bowls of ramen and chopsticks, setting it in front of the hybrids. San and Mingi thanked him for the meal before eating.

“So I plan on getting you your clothes tomorrow and will set up your heat hotel appointments accordingly. You have your own separate rooms for privacy down here, just a few feet from the living room. You'll get to decorate your rooms however you want. You’ll also get phones and other electronic devices soon. I have gaming consoles available if you want to play anything. You have the freedom to do whatever you want; I’m not too strict on anything. The only thing I’m strict on is if you plan on going outside. I’ll need your trackers active so that you don’t get lost, and if you do, I can at the very least locate you and pick you up. If you make any mess, or if there’s any mess lying around, please clean it up. There are no limitations. If you want certain foods, I can buy them or cook them for you. If you are allergic to anything, please let me know.” 

Yunho went down his mental list, seeming to have mentioned everything he wanted. “And yeah, that’s all. Any questions?”.

San and Mingi’s eyebrows rose, stopping mid-bite. “Wow, you’re really lenient,” San replied. It wasn’t a question, but Yunho accepted it.

“Even my previous owners weren’t this thoughtful,” Mingi said cocking his head to the side.

Yunho’s face was faintly flushed. “I mean, what else are you supposed to offer hybrids? You’re just like the rest of us. The only difference is the... well… tails and ears. Am I doing too much?”

San quickly waved his hands, reassuring Yunho. “No, not at all. All of our experiences have been different. Most of the time, we’re just given what's already provided at our owner’s house. You’re already offering us so much more, and we just got here.”

Yunho let out a small ‘Oh..’ not knowing exactly what to say next, but he knew that the boys needed to eat first.

Mingi felt like conversing. “I heard it’s your first time owning hybrids. What made you want to?”

Yunho leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sorry if I sound weird, but… I just wanted company. All my friends are too busy with their lives—having such tedious careers like mine—and I wanted to hang out with them, but it's whatever. I shouldn’t be too upset, though, because I expected this, and they have their own lives. My friend, Seonghwa, was the one who recommended the idea of adopting hybrids since he has two of his own.”

 Their ears flicked at finding out that they could make potential other hybrid friends. “Another one of my friends owns the clinic I adopted you from”.

“Mr. Kim Hongjoong?” San tilted his head. It's crazy how small the world is. 

“The one and only”, Yunho proudly confirmed.

“He’s so nice, I’ve only met him about three times, though. He is always on the go,” Mingi commented. 

“I know right?” Yunho sighed. They now understood Yunho’s point. 

“But it’s not weird at all, I’m more than positive that there’s worse out there. Companionship is one of the main reasons people adopt hybrids. Other reasons include hybrids being gifted to someone else as a present, to fill a void of someone they lost, or maybe they need help with assistance at hybrid workplaces. Things like that. So you're completely fine,” San smiled at Yunho, easing the weight off his shoulders. “I’m more than grateful to be here.”

“Same,” Mingi muffled, mid-chew. 

Yunho noticed that their tails swayed rapidly; they were probably really happy to be here. “Thank you for allowing me to bring you to my home. Hopefully, you’ll get to meet Yeosang and Wooyoung soon.”

San hummed at the mention of his potential friends. “Mr. Yunho, what do you do for work? Your house is lovely.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘Mr.’ or anything. We’re in the same age range—Yunho is better,” Yunho brushed off the formal address. “But I’m a Dancer mentor, instructor, and choreographer. I just came back from a tour this month, traveling with a major artist. Their fans fell in love with the dance I made. I wanted to boast about it to my friends, but—” Yunho got cut off by an uproar of congratulations from the two hybrids, who suddenly became exuberant.

“Wooooo, yeah! Dancing machine Yunho-ssi,” Mingi made a sad attempt at a robot, mainly to make Yunho smile, which he accomplished. San cheered for the older male, fist-bumping the air. “Who was the artist?”

“Their name is A/N”, Yunho replied.

San and Mingi stood up abruptly, Mingi’s hands flying to his head. They just realized they were in the presence of Jeong Yunho. No wonder it sounded so familiar to them. “You did the—the—the,” Mingi mimicked the key part of the dance, and San copied his friend right after finishing the verse to A/N’s song. 

Yunho grinned from cheek to cheek, chest warming. The hybrids were speechless after that. “I didn’t know you guys knew the dance,” Yunho said

“What? That’s my favorite song, I learned the dance and everything. I did it a lot while at my previous owner's house, but I stuck out like a sore thumb since no one knew what fun was over there., Mingi was still starstruck, while San had his hand over his mouth, in awe all over again. “Hyung, we’re at a celebrity’s house.” Mingi shook San aggressively.

Yunho shook his head, suddenly embarrassed, “Celebrity is too much. Plus, my other friend is a real celebrity.” He brushed off, referring to Seonghwa.

San disagreed, “No, Yunho hyung, you’re a celebrity.” His expression seemed so serious.

Yunho accepted the compliment with a smile. “Then I’m a celebrity,” he chuckled. “Truly, though, I am humble.” He bowed toward them.

They continued to chat about Yunho’s accomplishments and shared facts about themselves, educating each other in the process. Having hybrids wasn’t as bad as Yunho thought—not that they were inherently bad or anything. On their first night, San and Mingi slept in the same room, not wanting to separate from each other. But eventually, when their bedroom accessories arrived, they moved into their respective rooms. Yunho would make them breakfast before leaving for work at his dance studio, while they played games or were on their phones until his return. 

Their first time meeting Seonghwa and finding out he was a famous fashion designer triggered the same reaction they had when they first learned who Yunho was. Their first time meeting with the hybrids was… different. San was welcomed with kisses by Wooyoung, but Mingi was bitten by him. It took Mingi a week to warm up to Wooyoung after that. Yeosang seemed to be the more level-headed and ‘normal’ one out of the four of them, a conclusion San and Mingi drew on their own. San admired Yeosang's muscular physique, wishing to achieve that same stature, only to end up becoming twice as bulky and muscular. San admits he went a bit overboard, but working out had become a habit for him. Plus, now he could work out with Yeosang. Mingi became enthralled by Seonghwa's interest in fashion, defining his style through the catalogs Seonghwa provided. Seonghwa even designed an outfit based on Mingi's tastes, decorating it with jewelry that he felt completed the look. Yunho and Seonghwa would babysit each other's hybrids depending on their schedules, and in the process, they exposed themselves to one another more, forming an unbreakable bond. Two years flew by living with Yunho, content with their new lives and the possibilities they experienced. On nights when Mingi felt sentimental, he always thanked San for making the right choice. 

That’s what Mingi was doing the night Yunho came home later than expected. When the doorbell rang, San planned to playfully scold Yunho for arriving late in the blistering cold—until he and Mingi were introduced to a certain Calico hybrid…

[yourlittlegoblin]

{Strokes of Genius} Albedo x Reader

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The sun had just started its lazy descent behind the peaks of Dragonspine, casting long amber streaks over the wooden table where Albedo sat, brush in hand, carefully working on his latest painting.

You sat across from him, legs tucked up on the bench, hands wrapped around a chipped mug of still-warm tea. It was quiet save for the occasional chirp of a bird or the gentle scratch of bristles on canvas.

“And then he had the audacity to say he could outdrink Kaeya,” you said, eyes widening for emphasis. “I mean, sure, he was new in town, but seriously. Kaeya.”

Albedo’s lips curved upward, just a little. “I suppose optimism is a form of bravery.”

You grinned. “Yeah, well, the guy passed out before the bard even started his second song. Rosaria had to carry him out by the collar like a wet cat.”

“That sounds... memorable.” His tone was dry, but fond.

“It was hilarious,” you said, laughing lightly. “Sometimes I think working in the tavern is just free front-row tickets to a circus. Anyway, Klee came in the next morning asking if she could buy ‘two bottles of boom juice,’ which I’m pretty sure is illegal, and I told her no, and she pouted the entire time until Kaeya distracted her with a shiny spoon.”

Albedo hummed thoughtfully, his eyes still fixed on the canvas. “She mentioned wanting to upgrade her bombs last week. I suppose that’s what the boom juice was for.”

“Probably,” you said, chuckling. “Though I kind of don’t want to know what she was planning to do with it. The last time she upgraded something, we almost lost an entire section of the wine cellar.”

Silence settled between you again—comfortable, not awkward. You glanced over the table, curiosity prickling at the edges of your mind.

“So... what are you painting, anyway?” you asked, craning your neck to see. From your angle, all you could catch were soft strokes of cool colors, the familiar swirl of blues and whites, golds and greens blending together.

Albedo didn’t even look up. “Just the environment.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward. “Boring.”

He finally glanced up at you, one brow raised, his lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “Is that your professional critique?”

“Absolutely,” you said, sipping your tea with faux seriousness. “From the esteemed Y/n of the Mondstadt Gossiper’s Guild.”

“That explains the tavern stories,” he said, setting down his brush.

“I’m building an empire, Albedo.”

“I’m sure you are.”

You shared a look—something lingering and soft, a thread of something unspoken in the way his eyes held yours for a moment longer than necessary, the way his fingers brushed a bit of stray paint from his knuckles.

But neither of you said anything more.

Until you stood up.

“Well,” you stretched your arms overhead with a yawn, “I should probably get go—whoa—!”

Your foot caught on a small stone jutting out from the path, and everything lurched forward. You barely had time to gasp before Albedo dropped his brush and reached out instinctively. His arms caught you around the waist—but gravity had other plans. You tumbled forward, landing right in his lap with a surprised “oof,” your hands braced against his chest, his eyes wide and startled beneath you.

For a moment, everything was still. His hands were still at your sides, your face inches from his, and both your hearts were very, very loud.

You blinked. “Hi.”

“…Hello,” he replied quietly, voice slightly breathless.

Your cheeks were burning, and you could feel the heat radiating off his face too. Then, as if fate itself wanted to make things worse—or better—the edge of the easel tilted from the sudden movement. The painting slipped, landing with a soft thud beside you.

Your eyes drifted to the canvas.

“Oh,” you said, blinking.

It wasn’t the environment.

It was you.

Mid-laugh, mug in hand, completely caught up in your own story. Your eyes were bright, hair a little messy from the wind, your expression alive and utterly unaware of being watched—captured with such careful, delicate strokes, as if the person painting you saw something worth preserving.

“…Albedo,” you whispered, looking back at him, your voice barely audible.

He looked away, flustered. “I thought… you wouldn’t sit still if I told you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “You were painting me this whole time?”

“I always paint what I find… interesting,” he said softly, eyes meeting yours again—and this time, he didn’t look away.

You swallowed, suddenly shy.

He was still holding you. You were still in his lap.

And somehow… neither of you moved.

Albedo finally let out a breath, his hands still lightly resting at your waist as if afraid you’d vanish.

“I… think I’ve been showing symptoms,” he said suddenly, eyes flickering to yours with all the seriousness of a man presenting a lab result.

You blinked. “Symptoms?”

He nodded, almost nervously. “A fluttering sensation in my stomach whenever our hands brush. A desire to hold them longer. An increasing preference for your presence. I’ve caught myself prioritizing your laughter over the ambient sounds of my surroundings. I… want to be near you. I want to see you smile. I want to do the things people in relationships do—hand-holding, shared meals, forehead kisses, apparently spontaneous dancing in moonlight is a thing—”

You leaned in and kissed him.

Just like that.

A soft, sudden press of lips that made him freeze—and then melt. His eyes fluttered shut as his hands curled around your waist like he didn’t dare let go, as if he wanted to memorize the feeling of you there, so close and so real.

And then it deepened—tentative touches turning into something hungrier, more sure, like both of you were making up for every unspoken word and stolen glance. One of his hands slid up your back, and yours tangled in his hair—

“KLEE’S HERE!!”

You practically launched off him, your cheeks on fire as you scrambled to your feet. Albedo sat there, stunned and blinking like someone had just yanked him from a dream.

Klee came skipping down the path, her little arms flailing with excitement. “Albedo! Albedo! Guess what I found—oh, hi Y/N!”

You turned to her with a grin, tucking your hair back like you weren’t seconds away from a lap-induced near make-out. “Hi, sunshine! What did you find?”

Klee giggled, launching into a ramble about fish and bombs and something she wasn’t technically allowed to do, while you crouched to listen, casting Albedo a sneaky side glance.

He was still sitting there, a little dazed.

You turned back to him mid-Klee monologue and whispered behind your hand, “What you’re feeling, by the way? Romantic attraction.”

He blinked slowly. “Oh.”

“You wanna go on a date?”

A pause. Then a soft, breathless nod.

“Good,” you said, straightening up and ruffling Klee’s hair. “Now. Tell me everything.”

And just like that, you slipped right back into the rhythm—effortlessly cool, cheerful, like your heart hadn’t just been laid bare under Mondstadt’s sky.

Albedo just watched you with that soft, slow-burning smile of his.

Maybe “symptoms” wasn’t the right word after all.

Maybe he’d just caught feelings. And maybe—just maybe—you had too.

[ghosty-writes-23]

Cat & Mouse. - Leon S Kennedy

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, !CONSENT IS KEY!, Brat Taming, Blowjob, Praise, No Condom, Hair Pulling, Biting, Marking, Rough Desk Sex, !Possible Part 2! (!MAYBE!)

Pairing: Detective!Leon + Criminal!Fem!Reader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: “Catch Me If You Can, Detective Kennedy.” You were a sneaky little criminal that always seemed to slip though his fingers until one night…

Word Count: 2.9k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello everybody, yes I am returned with another one-shot, I’m sorry the smut scene isn’t so great this time, but I am slowly getting back into the rhythm of things, I’m going to try and get back onto of smut writing since I have more free time now, so please look out for new stories coming.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // Minors DO NOT Interact // 18+ Content.

It was a cold and wet winter night in the small town of Raccoon City, the streets were busy with city folk making their daily commute to either home after a long day of work exhausted or hungry, or heading to their night shifts because they had university classes or another job in the daytime.

The scene was peaceful but down an empty alleyway there was the sound of heels clicking and boots slamming against the cold wet concrete at a fast and heavy pace. It was a male police officer in pursuit of a female that was just slightly ahead of him, she always managed to slip through his fingers.

“Stop right there.” The police officer yelled, but the female just ignored him and rounded a corner and was meet by a dead end by a chain link fence, or so the officer thought, when her body hit the chain link fence the police officer pinned her against it, her arms above her head in his gloved hands in a tight grip.

“You’re not getting away from me that easily, not this time.” Leon growled in your ear causing a shiver to go down your spine. “You sure about that detective.” You smirked before you used your body weight to flip you guys over, so now he was pressed against the chain link fence, bit his grip was still tight on your wrist (Let’s be honest, he let you flip you both.)

The move had caught Leon by surprise, but he looked at you with his usual cold and stoic look. “is that so?” the older detective spoke in a low deep voice as he narrowed his baby blue eyes at you in an intense glare, but you just let out a sweet smile as you leaned in closer to him your sweet floral scent floating past in the cold breeze, your red lips brushed against his in a teasing manner, the lipstick leaving a faint red trail across his bottom lip, you could hear him suck in a soft breath as he looked at you with his eyes half lidded.

But as he was distracted your nimble gloved fingers slipped into the side of his belt and grabbed his handcuffs, moving your face closer to the soft skin of his neck, you placed a soft kisses there leaving a perfect imprint of your lipstick but also handcuffed his wrists to the chain link fence. “See you later handsome.” You purred before you used your cat-like reflexes and jumped over the chain link fence, your heel hitting the ground with a dull click, you could hear Leon complaining and cursing while you ran off disappearing into the night.

*A Couple Weeks Later*

It had been a couple of weeks since you had seen your beloved detective, you had been staying in your apartment since that night with Leon was a little too close for your comfort and you knew deep down you sometimes relied on Leon letting you go and not taking you in which you knew at some point he was going to catch you, but it was always fun seeing his frustrated face when you slipped through his fingers.

But tonight was the night of the grand president’s ball that was held every year, on the outside it looks like a normal get together for all politicians, government members such as secret service, police chief’s and any members of the public that have money or an influence over people, but in reality it was where corrupt deals and exchanges happen amongst the people of power freely without consequences.

But lucky for you tonight, you weren’t given an assignments so you had come to just enjoy the free drinks and mood and maybe even see if you could see a certain detective while you’re here. Tonight, you were dressed in a sleek black dress and heels, your makeup was light since you didn’t want to draw too much attention to yourself.

As you slipped your drink a woman walked over to you, she held what looked like a clipboard, she was dressed formally, she was one of the members of staff for this event. “I’m sorry Miss, but it seems your name is not on the list.” The woman said quietly if not to embarrass you knew this may have been a problem, but you always found a way around it. But just as you were about to speak another voice interrupted you.

“She’s with me.” Leon spoke as he walked toward you both, he was wearing a dark blue suit that matched his eyes and a white button up shirt and black dress shoes. “Darling your late, but with how you look, it was well worth the wait.” He says as he took your arm in his in a almost bone crushing grip, as you walked away you could see the female staff member swooning slightly at Leon’s words and display of public affection, it made you roll your eyes slightly as you followed Leon.

He had led you to a private room, once the door was closed his eyes went hard as he looked at you with a glare. “What the fuck are you doing here y/n?” he hissed at you as you closed your arms over your chest. “I’m working, just like you.” You say cooly as you looked at the older detective with a small smirk on your lips. “who are you working for?” Leon asks his gaze was fixed on your every move as if he was trying to predict If you were friend or foe in this moment, because deep down he didn’t want to have to hurt you, but he would if it really came to it.

“You know I don’t kiss and tell.” You say cheekily, as your gaze was fixed on him as well, you both could feel the tension that was between you two, it was always there when you two were together. “your stealing information and documents.” Leon says his voice was cold matching the stoic expression on his face. “I just get what my client wants, since they pay a very high price for their product.” You say as you walked over and leant against the desk and crossed your heeled legs, your gaze no leaving Leons.

“I’m not going to let you get away like the previous times.” Leon spoke, his voice was stern, and firm and it sent a shiver down your spin, causing you to bite you bottom lip slightly. “Catch me if you can detective Kennedy.” You taunted him slightly with a wide grin on your lips, you really enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse between you two it made you feel excited. You heard him slightly growl under his breath before he stalked over to you, your face’s inches apart as he rested his gloved hands against the desk behind you could smell the scent of his cologne.

“I will hunt you down over and over again if I have too.” He spoke his voice dropping a few octaves deeper as his blue eyes burned into yours, your lips were millimetres apart from each other, the older detective’s words sent a shiver down your spine and made your heart rate skip a beat before you moved in closer and brushed your lips against his, just like the first time in that alleyway. “And I’ll slip through your fingers every single time.” You teased him softly with a small huff of a laugh.

It seemed your words had an effect on him because the next moment he is grabbing your hips and pulling you closer before your lips meet his in an intense and passionate kiss, you kissed him almost immediately as your hands moved to grip the jacket of his suit and pull him even closer to you as a soft noise left your lips as you bit his bottom lip and tugged on it, your lipstick was smudged on Leon’s lips as well, but soon Leon pulled away from the kiss, you both were breathing heavily.

“You’re such a fucking brat.” Leon growled as he grabbed out his handcuffs and placed them around your wrists and clicked them into place. “You know you love it.” You teased him back before your roughly pushed down to your knees, your knees hitting the ground with a dull thud, you knew this time it wasn’t going to be loving or gentle and that made your pussy clench in anticipation and need.

As he was undoing the buckle on his belt you took the fly of his pants zipper between your teeth and pulled it down in a teasing manner as you looked up at him innocently. “Is this what you wanted huh?” Leon asked as his gloved fingers threaded into your hair and pushed your face into his clothed bulge.

His scent alone with enough to make your brain go all fuzzy, you inhaled causing a soft whine to leave your lips as you lolled your tongue out and began to lick his bulge over underwear like the desperately and needy thing you were. “Yes, I’m sorry for being a brat.” You say innocently with a swipe of your tongue, a wet patch was forming, and you could faintly taste his precum through his briefs.

“you’re a bad lier sweetheart.” Leon says as he grinded his bulge against your face, teasing you since there was a barrier of his brief’s. A soft whines leaves your lips as you hated the barrier between you and his cock.

After a few more whines and nuzzles into his thigh, Leon finally pulled his brief’s down slightly and your eyes lit up like lights on a Christmas tree, you eagerly gave his cock a few licks and kisses and humming softly at the taste before you took him in your mouth, your pillowy lips wrapping around the tip of his cock as you sucked in your cheeks and started to bob your head at a slow rhythm making sure to savour this moment.

You made soft suckling noise as you took him deeper with every stroke, he felt heavy on your tongue, the weight providing you a sense of comfort that you have only experienced with this man, you used your tounge to touch every ridge, bump and vein as if you were trying to commit the memory of his cock to your brain.

“Such a good girl when your mouth is full.” Leon taunts slightly as the fingers in your hair were helping guide your head as your warm and wet mouth glided down his cock with practiced ease. You wanted to glare at him for his words, but you were so lost in pleasure that you didn’t care what he called you or said, so you just stayed there like his obedient good girl soaking up the pleasure he was giving you, because at the end of the day you just wanted to be his good girl.

As you bobbed your head, he was occasionally hit the back of your throat, causing tears to well up on the corner of your eyes, as well you’re your jaw was starting to hurt as your mouth accommodated his size, but you quickly blinked the tears away and ignored the pain in your jaw focusing on pleasing him.

“Since you have been a good girl, do you want a treat?” Leon asked as he slightly tightened his grip on your hair, you could feel him twitching on your tongue, he was close. You nodded your head as you looked up at him through your lashes, the older detective gave you a small smirk as he began to thrust into your throat causing you to choke slightly, your cuffed hands were planted on the ground to try and keep you steady as Leon used your mouth like his own personal toy.

After a few moments he gave a grunt before he buried his cock down your throat and came, you gagged at the sudden intrusion, but you swallowed as much as you could before he slowly withdraw from causing you to cough and slightly gasp for air. “You okay?” Leon asks when he hears your pant like breaths, you nod your head taking a few deep breaths before you looked up at him with your makeup all smudged. “I’m good.” You reassure him because even if the scene are rough, Leon always likes to make sure your okay and if you really need to you can use your safe word.

“Good because I’m not done with you.” Leon says making you bite your lip at what he has planned next for you, after a bit of shuffling Leon had you bend over the desk, your cuffed wrists hanging over the edge as he was pulling up the bottom of your dress now, you knew he wasn’t going to eat you as a punishment, but you knew his cock was good if not even better then his tongue, but you don’t like to pick favorites.

The older detective pulled up the bottom of your dress and rested it on your back as a needy growl left his lips, you had decided to not wear panties tonight as the seams and edges of your panties would have been visible through the dress.

“Fucking hell.” You heard him course under his breath when he noticed how wet you were, a soft giggle left your lips as you wiggled your hips enticingly as you heard him. “this will have to be quick.” He grunted as you felt him grinding against you, he was bare and slightly soft from his orgasm before, but you could feel him hardening again against your folds as he used your slick to coat his cock because he knew he didn’t need any lube with how wet you were, what can you say you like a dominant man in uniform or a suit.

“Okay, wait do you have a con-.” You start to say before your cut off as a soft gasp leaves your lips as he started to move inside of you causing a whine like moan to leave your lips as his cock stretches your pussy, “That’s it sweetheart, take every inch of me like the good little slut you are.” He says huskily as he pressed more inches inside you until he bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass, the stretch made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you felt a wave of pleasure crash into you like a tidal wave.

Your pussy clenched around him you could feel every ridge, bump and vein. You could feel every ridge, bump and vein of his cock, it was hardening inside you making a slight tremble run through your body as you gripped the edge of the desk, he always filled you perfectly as if you were made for each other. Once he was fully inside you let out a shakey breath before you started to move your hips back matching the pace of his slow but deep thrusts, it felt as if he was in your gut, this was so much better without a condom you don’t know if you will be able to go back after this.

The sound of your sweet moans and cries as well as Leon’s grunts and curses and the sound of your bodies colliding together filled the room, you couldn’t believe you were being bent over a random person’s desk at a government related event getting your pussy pounded by the detective that is meant to be putting you in prison for your crimes, not fucking you like a lover or random hookup, it made this situation feel more dangerous as there was a risk of getting caught.

“Fuck Leon.” You cursed softly, his name falling from your lips sweetly in a gentle moan before you felt one of his gloved hands moving to your hair and pulled it back slightly exposing your throat to him, to which he started to kiss and bite leaving little marks as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, pounding into you from behind, the slight pain from him tugging on your hair caused you to arch your back and slight tighten at the pleasure filled sensation.

“You going to cum for me sweetheart.” Leon asked against your neck, you could tell he was close too because you could feel his choke twitching inside of you. “yes.” You moan out soft as you moved your hips to his rhythm, your thighs were trembling at this point, with one last thrust you came biting into your hand to muffle your moans as you felt Leon’s teeth sink into the soft part of your neck, you felt him soon follow as he filled your pussy.

*After A Couple Moments.*

You two finally had caught your breath, Leon had pulled out of you carefully with a soft pop before he cleaned himself up and helped you off the table, the cuffs where still around your wrist which caused you took look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Am I under arrest now detective?” you ask him with a small smile as you watched him fix his hair and the mess you both had made on the poor persons desk.

“I’m going to be taking you in.” Leon says as he grabs you by your cuffed wrists, your chest lightly bumping into his as he looked at you with a slight smirk. “but we still have some unfinished business.” He says and in that moment you knew this was just the beginning of a very passionate night between you and your little detective possibly in the back of his patrol car before he takes you to the police station.

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A Love Connection Part 8

Can you believe we have finally reached the end? It has been an absolute blast going through this with all of you. With any luck (fingers crossed) Next week will also have another special story come out next Tuesday, the sequel to Icarus (metal band) so that I can get it out before Halloween.

In this we had the end of Steddie's date, the end of the episode and cute little reunion epilogue. (which may or may not have a 9-1-1 joke)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

~

Once they had walked off their breakfast and was getting hungry for lunch, Eddie was given a picnic basket and cooler by the crew and they drove out to the park for their picnic.

They sat on opposite sides of the park table as Eddie unpacked everything. There were turkey sandwiches with avocado slices and ranch dressing. There were sour cream and onion potato chips, brown sugar baked beans, and homemade potato salad.

He then pulled out black cherry soda from the cooler and his favorite beer. Steve was instantly endeared further.

“Your bestie is an absolute hoot, by the way,” Eddie said, opening the bag of potato chips.

Steve grinned around his first bite of sandwich. “She’s like that. I don’t know what I would do without her.”

“Not be on this game show for a start,” Eddie teased.

“I’m not surprised she told you about that,” Steve huffed in good humor. “Did she also tell you that technically the whole queer dating season is my fault?”

“You mean your absolutely brilliant and amazing idea?” Eddie said grinning back. “Too much wine and you get really cute, according to her.”

Steve buried his head in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. I’m a silly drunk.”

“Well, rest in peace Garfield,” Eddie said, “your death has brought me the best boy I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. To Valhalla!” He raised his beer and Steve clanked his soda bottle against it.

“He was a good fish,” Steve said solemnly. “I have a cat named Odie now.” He pulled out his phone and flipped to his photos. He handed the phone to Eddie.

“He’s adorable,” Eddie cooed. “My uncle is a huge Garfield fan. He collects mugs and his most prized possession is a Garfield head one.”

Steve grinned. “I’ve people give me flack for naming the fish Garfield and the cat Odie, but fish don’t last long enough in Garfield to have names. And Odie isn’t an orange tabby, so that wouldn’t work for him.”

“Makes sense,” Eddie said nodding his head. He took a bite of his sandwich. “Much better than Subway. I had a lot of fun making everything.”

Steve paused mid bite. “Wait? Really?”

“Yup!” Eddie said. “The potato salad and beans are my uncle’s recipe.”

“They’re really good.”

Eddie blushed and hid behind a lock of hair.

They talked about Eddie’s uncle, Wayne and all of Steve’s kids. Then it was time to pack up. They played at the playground a bit just being silly.

“Now,” Eddie said, after tackling Steve to the ground, “I understand this town doesn’t have minigolf, but it does have bowling and an arcade that has managed to survive the digital era, so what will it be?”

Steve thought about it for a moment. “The arcade. The flashing lights at the bowling can give me a migraine.”

“Score!” Eddie cackled gleefully. “I was hoping for the arcade.”

It was that moment that he realized how close their faces were. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to Steve’s mouth.

“Oh,” Steve stuttered when Eddie pulled back. “Wow. That was amazing.”

Eddie smiled widely. “An amazing kiss for an amazing guy.”

Steve knocked out Eddie’s arms and rolled them over, pinning the other man’s arms above his head. He straddled Eddie’s waist and looked down at him fondly. “Gotcha!”

Eddie surged up and kissed him.

Then there was a cough and Steve sprang off of Eddie, looking kinda sheepish. “I kinda forgot about the cameras there,” he said helping Eddie to his feet.

Eddie smiled, smoothing out Steve’s hair. “It’s all right.”

They got back into the car drove to the arcade. They played all sorts of games, they raced each other, played skee ball, Steve even shot a few hoops to win them extra tickets. Tickets they turned in for two matching tiger plushies.

“Hobbes,” Steve said pointing to Eddie’s, “and Tigger.”

“I approve!”

~

Dinner at Benny’s blew Eddie’s mind as much as Big Ma’s blew Steve’s. He loved everything about it. Including Benny.

Steve couldn’t remember having a date that went this well before in his life. They never ran out of topics to talk about and he was going to have to admit that he was falling a little bit in love.

Finally the date was drawing to a close and it was time for Eddie to ask his questions. They had gone up to the Quarry and set it up for them to sit on the hood of Eddie’s car on a blanket.

“All righty!” Eddie said pulling out cue cards. “First question, who was your first kiss?”

Steve smiled. “A girl named Alice. It’s when I learned it was strictly boys for me. Up to that point I had held on to hope that I was bisexual so that my dad wouldn’t kick my ass. Still dated women in a futile attempt to force myself. But once I got to college, I dropped the pretense.”

“Oof,” Eddie said. “I felt that. My dad was a homophobic asshole too. He came out of the woodwork briefly when I got famous enough to be in the news. But I sent him packing.”

“I think that’s what upset my parents the most,” Steve huffed, “was that I didn’t chose a job that they could depend on after they retired to mooch off of.”

“I hear you,” Eddie said. “Second question, have you played D&D?”

Steve burst out laughing. “No, I had sex in high school,” he said quoting that TV show.

Eddie held his hands to his chest. “Are you suggesting that I didn’t? For shame! Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!” He moved to get up but Steve grabbed his wallet chain and dragged him back down.

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve said, his cheeks beginning to hurt from all the smiling. “I like that.”

Eddie beamed at him. “Yay!”

Steve kissed him on the cheek and he blushed.

“Third question,” Eddie said shyly, “What’s your favorite cartoon series?”

Steve hummed as he thought about it. “Avatar: The Last Airbender. There is just something so good about that show.”

“Yes!” Eddie crowed. “Secret Tunnel, Secret Tunnel!”

Steve laughed. “Or when Sokka got poisoned by the cactus juice?”

“I loved that,” Eddie said, bumping their shoulders together. “What is your favorite quote?”

“Shit, shit, shit, fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and...tits,” Steve said with a completely straight face.

Eddie giggled. He stopped to look at Steve in shock and awe and then he giggled again. It just bubbled out of him. “Where the hell is that from? Clearly I’m not watching the right movies, damn.”

“The King’s Speech,” Steve said with a huff of laughter. “It’s about the Duke of York, who had a stammer and was suddenly made king of England when his older brother abdicates.”

“You’ll definitely going to have to show me that one,” he said with a grin. “It sounds fun.”

“It’s not all swearing,” Steve said with a giggle. “It was a scene about his speech therapist trying to get him to swear so that he understands it’s all in his head.”

“Still,” Eddie replied fondly. “If you like it, I still want to see it.” He cleared his throat. “Last question.”

Steve took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Who had the better date, me or Billy?” Eddie asked shyly.

Steve kissed him. “I’ll tell you that in terms of kisses, he only got two. A kiss at the questions portion and again at the door to my hotel room. Now, how many kisses have you gotten?”

Eddie’s eyes twinkled. “I think I lost count.”

Steve kissed him again. “Me too.”

“I hope I’m not being presumptuous,” Eddie murmured, “but I got you a present.”

“Oh?”

Eddie hopped off the hood and opened the trunk. He got out a large white box and brought over to Steve. He handed it to him as he clambered back onto the hood.

Steve opened it up and there nestled the white tissue paper was a lingerie set. It was pink chiffon and white lace. It was a babydoll top and matching bottoms. It wasn’t a thong for which Steve was grateful.

“Eddie it’s beautiful,” he whispered. “I love it.”

Eddie smiled broadly. “I’m glad.” He paused for a moment. “I have a small confession. I’m not a sports fan. The college basketball team was literally pulled out of my ass. I didn’t lie, I used to watch it with Uncle Wayne...”

“But you’re a nerd?” Steve teased.

“Yuck it up, pretty boy,” Eddie said dryly. “But, yes.”

Steve bumped their shoulders together. “I have a small confession too. Or maybe not so small, depending you.”

“Wha’cha got?”

Steve bit his lower lip and lift the box a little. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I wanted to see how Billy would react.”

“Oh.”

“But seeing it here, with you,” he continued, not looking up. “I want it, with you. I want to be your princess.”

Eddie carefully removed the box from Steve’s hands and moved off to the side. Then he tackled Steve again showering him with kisses.

“Come on back to my hotel room, sweetheart.”

“I’d love to.”

~

“Welcome back to the ‘Love Connection’,” Bob said. He had changed suits into a nice dove grey one with a silver tie.

Steve was off to one side, while the three Suitors were on a large white sofa.

“Eddie was a runaway favorite leaving the question round,” Bob continued. “Did Billy’s date go well enough for a second date?”

Steve shook his head. “He was charming and sexy, but I don’t think we clicked.”

Billy nodded his head back and forth. “I’d agree, I was hoping for someone a little more adventurous and daring. Someone with hidden depths.”

“Ouch!” Bob winced. “Please tell Eddie fumbled somewhere. Like does he drool in his sleep or have a vodka aunt who is way too invested in his sex life? Something!”

Steve laughed. “I’m afraid not. Eddie was goofy and silly and as one of my students wisely said, the right person for the right now.”

“Wise kid,” Bob said softly. “So overwhelming in favor of Eddie Munson?”

“Very much so!”

Bob turned back to audience. “And there you have it. Join us next time for Tina Peterson, and her three lovely Suitors, Daren, Emily, and Carol.”

~

When he got home, he had Eddie’s number and promise that Eddie would come down from Chicago to be with him, he just had to do a few things first.

The first episode wouldn’t air until October, so they had to be discreet, but it was nice to have someone he knew was waiting for him.

They had to do a little reunion filming to see if they were still together and if Steve wanted to change his answer.

“Steve welcome back to ‘Love Connection,” the host, Bob said cheerfully. “Why don’t you tell us about what’s been going on in your life?”

“Hey, Bob,” Steve said with a smile. “I’m actually glad to be back. I went on a sabbatical from work after the school year ended.”

“What’s a sabbatical?” Bob asked, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s paid leave,” he explained, “usually in colleges and the like, but basically for a year, I can take time off to focus on other things, but my job will still be there when I get back.”

“Nice.”

“I took it because I appeared on here,” Steve said wryly. “Nothing against the show, but it is a little racier than most schools like for their teachers. This way, the show will air and by the time all the dust settles I can go back to my job.” He shrugged. “If I want to. I haven’t really decided yet.”

“Smart,” Bob agreed. “Tell us about that adorable kitten of yours.”

They flashed up a picture on screen of Odie still tucked under his chin, but much bigger.

“Yeah,” Steve said with a grin. “We found that he’s probably a Maine Coon. Which if you know anything about the breed, biiiiigggg cat.”

“Will he get bigger?” Bob asked his eyes wide.

“Most likely,” Steve replied. “They stop growing at eighteen months.”

“Damn!” He turned to the Suitors. “Gentlemen. Welcome back.”

All three of them murmured their hellos.

“Let’s start with Tommy,” Bob said. “Tell us about what you’ve been up to.”

“I moved to LA and am working full time at a firehouse,” Tommy said with a blush.

The audience oohed as they flashed up a picture of Tommy in his gear with some of his fellow fire fighters.

“Congrats!” Bob said.

“I have a boyfriend, too,” Tommy said. “His name is Evan Kincade and he’s the one on the left of me.”

“Well then!” Bob said brightly. “That’s a first for our show. A discarded Suitor finding love on their own. Well done.”

Tommy blushed. “Thanks.”

“All right, Billy,” Bob said, turning to the man in the middle of the sofa. “Tell us about your last six months.”

Billy brought up one leg and showed off an ankle monitor. “Got into a fight in a bar over a piece of ass that I didn’t know was taken. So I’m teaching youths how to surf as part of my community service. That means I lost sponsors and couldn’t compete outside of LA. But I’ll be back at it next season.”

Bob and Steve share a concerned glance.

Steve is so glad he dodged that bullet.

“And Eddie,” Bob finished. “What have you been up to?”

“Moved to Hawkins to be closer to my uncle, Wayne,” Eddie said with a grin. “When I was working up in Chicago, we’d visit each other on occasion, but now that he’s thinking of retiring, he would really like me closer to home. And I do my producing from anywhere really, so I figured what the hell.”

“That must be nice for your uncle,” Bob said sweetly. “Added bonus of being in Steve’s backyard didn’t hurt either?”

Eddie laughed. “Those two are inseparable now. You’d have to use a crowbar to pry them apart. I also ran a D&D game for Steve’s kids over the summer. Kept it short, but fun. They all had a blast.”

“So are you two still together?” Bob asked, already knowing the question.

Steve smiled over at Eddie who blushed and nodded.

“We moved in together back in June.”

Bob’s eyebrows shot up. “I’ve heard of Uhaul lesbians but damn you guys move fast.”

“My lease was up,” Steve explained. “My best friend was moving in with her girlfriend of two years, and I didn’t want to stay there. So when Eddie got settled into a house in town, I moved in with him.”

“We scandalize our neighbors,” Eddie cackled with glee, “by being gay, democrats, and I’m a metalhead. All the ladies thought Steve was single and brought over baked goods. And only when the last one tried to seduce him, he kissed me in front of all them. Boy did they go running.”

“It’s been great,” Steve insisted. “Fences really do make the best neighbors.”

“Well there you have it,” Bob said. “A great success story.”

~

When they got home and curled up with Odie, Eddie asked, “Are you still mad at Chrissy and Robin for signing you up without telling you?”

Steve shrugged. “Maybe a little. I would have liked to have made the choice for myself, but I am grateful because I got to meet you.”

“I love you, Stevie,” Eddie said softly.

“I love you, too, Eds.”

~

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AU-gust, Day 5: Pet Sitting

“Nope, no way. Absolutely not.”

Six sets of puppy-dog eyes stared back at her. Lucas, the ham, even pretended to start whimpering.

“Stevie, please,” Dustin whined, “Eddie needs a safe place to stay.”

She stared at Dustin for a few seconds before glancing down at the shoebox in Dustin’s hands. Inside the shoebox surrounded by a few of Claudia’s oldest and fuzziest kitchen towels stood a bat, a small black bat with big black eyes that looked almost just as pathetic as the rest of the kids.

(Almost.)

“I’ve done this song and dance with you before, Henderson, and I told you when you got rid of the alien lizard - ”

“D’artagnan was a cryptid, Stevie!”

“ – alien lizard that I wasn’t going to help you keep playing monster vet. I still haven’t recovered from seeing Mews’ corpse!”

“Mews was my cat and I’m fine! Besides, Eddie’s just a normal bat!”

“Dustin, he has a full head of hair!”

Stevie and Dustin stared at each other before looking back down at the bat (Eddie). Who was running his little claws through his hair and preening. (Stevie could have sworn that he winked at her, but she wasn’t crazy; it was definitely just a trick of the light.)

Dustin’s face started to flush like he was going to argue with her but El (sweet, precious El) cut him off before he could really get going. “Stevie’s right. He is not normal,” El said, stepping forward to run her fingers against Eddie’s head. Eddie rubbed up against her fingers and chirped. 

“See, I knew it - ”

“But he is a friend,” El said and fuck, the full force of El-most-likely-a-changeling-Hopper’s big brown eyes was something Stevie would probably never learn to resist. “And he needs someone to care for him while he gets better.”

“Better? What do you mean, better?”

“Bad man,” El replied matter-of-factly and, well, shit. She didn’t need to say much more than that.

Stevie sighed and turned her attention back towards the “bat” in question. “How long?”

/////

Just a few weeks, maybe a month or two, Dustin had said. “I would have kept him myself but Mom was worried that he’d eat Tews – ”

(“Oh, and you don’t care if I get eaten?” Stevie had replied. Dustin had just rolled his eyes and ignored her.) 

So yeah, two months tops, just until Eddie was “healed” or what not. (He didn’t have any visible injuries that Stevie could see but then again, she was just a cosmetologist, what the fuck did she know about bat anatomy?) Until then, Stevie was going to have a tiny flying roommate who apparently “only likes to listen to metal music, so I’ve brought a few tapes and oh! He loves fantasy so you’ll have to read him this as a bedtime story,” at which point Dustin handed her The Lord of the Rings, “and he gets lonely at night so don’t lock him out, he likes to cuddle, and he should be able to fit in your jacket pocket when you go to work during the day - ”

“No, nope, no way, none of that is happening,” Stevie argued and she really had been planning on sticking to that – no metal music, no bedtime stories, no cuddles, and definitely no work trips, no way, no how.

(She’d folded by hour two of Eddie’s stay at Casa de Harrington.)

/////

“You get this is weird, right?”

“Hmm?” Stevie was cutting apart some strawberries to blend with whatever “protein drink” Dustin kept dropping off at her house. “What’s weird?” She turned to look at Robin, who was watching Eddie shimmy up and down the dining room table to “Rock Me Like a Hurricane.”

“Stevie. This is not normal bat behavior.”

“So? It’s normal Eddie behavior,” Stevie shrugged. She tossed the berries into the blender and, once it was a fine red concoction, put it in a little cup with a little straw and walked over the table. Eddie slid his way across the polished wood and wiggled when he saw her, chittering happily before going to town on his fruit smoothie.

“Yeah, well, this isn’t also normal Stevie behavior!” Robin threw her hands up in the air. “You’re letting a wild animal sleep with you in your bed!”

(She’d tried to encourage Eddie to stay in the guest room that first night all those weeks ago but she’d barely laid in bed for all of two minutes before a dark shape flew through the dark and landed on her chest. She’d screamed and leapt out of the bed but Eddie had somehow managed to grip his claws into her shirt and no amount of arguing with him was able to get him to let go. 

“Fine,” she’d finally growled, “but if I roll over and squish you, it’s not my fault.” 

When she’d finally woken up the next morning, she was still lying on her back and Eddie was still nestled onto her chest. They’d been going to sleep every night that way ever since.)

“Hey,” Stevie replied defensively, “he’s not a wild animal, he’s totally tame.”

“Uh huh,” Robin replied queasily, watching as Eddie happily slurped up his smoothie. “Just because you play dress-up with him doesn’t mean he’s tame, Stevie.”

The tiny vest was from El and Will, something about how Eddie looked “wrong” without it (whatever that meant. Stevie had to admit it did look really cute on him.)

“He looks adorable, Robin!”

“He’s totally taken over your life,” Robin shot back dramatically. “He goes shopping with you, you take him to work – Stevie, he sits with you when you take bubble baths, for Pete’s sake!”

(Hey, Eddie was a gentleman, he always waited until she was covered by bubbles until coming in and sitting on the little nest of towels she’d made for him on the set of drawers by the bathtub and okay, maybe Robin had a point here.)

“And that’s not to mention that I’ve been trying to get you to read a book for literal years now and this bat shows up and suddenly you’re reading Tolkien to him every night?”

“It’s actually a good book, Robin,” Stevie said defensively.

“I know that, Stevie, I just can’t believe that you’re not seeing this! Like, there are so many red flags! He’s literally drinking blood right now!”

Stevie huffed and leaned over the table, like she was physically covering Eddie from Robin’s criticism. “It’s rude to judge somebody else’s eating habits, Robin. Or did you forget our conversation last month when you tried to go vegetarian?”

“That’s different and you know it!” Robin exclaimed. 

Eddie, because he was a little drama king, took the last sip of his smoothie while making eye contact with Robin before letting out an exaggeratedly content sigh. 

“See?!”

Stevie rolled her eyes and set her hand down. Eddie scurried onto her palm, letting out a series of happy chirps. She lifted him up and set him on her shoulder where he waddled to her cheek and pressed his little face against it, like he was giving her a little kiss. “You’re being overdramatic, Robin.”

“Fine, whatever, just don’t come crying to me when he makes you his eternal vampire bride or whatever,” Robin huffed before getting up and stalking out of the kitchen.

“He’s just a bat!” Stevie called after her. Robin responded by slamming the front door after he on the way out. 

Sighing, Stevie turned to look at Eddie, who was currently making a home for himself in her curls. “You are just a bat, right?”

Eddie turned and shot her a wink before wrapping his little body in one of her ringlets.

“Yeah, that’s probably fine.”

/////

One of the best parts of having Eddie around actually was nighttime. She hadn’t gotten so many nights of uninterrupted sleep in years. He was like some sort of nightmare repellent or something; in fact, the only dreams she’d had recently were of a shrouded figure with long dark hair and a sexy laugh and teasing cool hands and other things – 

And when she woke up a month and a half into Eddie’s residency in her home, she probably should have been more shocked at the fact that her bat had turned into a very pale, very sexy and very naked man with long dark hair and cool skin and – 

“God, Robin’s never going to let me live this down,” Stevie murmured as the man stirred above her. He opened his eyes and yep, yeah, those were her bat’s eyes. 

Eddie’s grin grew sharp as he pressed her further into her bed. “I’m sure I can find some way to make up for it,” he said as he drew close enough to kiss her. 

“How do you feel about a Halloween wedding?”

[auspicioustidings]

Firewatch Part 12

Summary: You've been with these men for a month now, and you are starting to get a little too comfortable.

Words: 1.8k

Notes: This is sort of turning down the path of being very fluffy, oops! Probably 1 or 2 more chapters to go, we are getting into the endgame :)

The tension in the cabin got thicker by the day. It had been a month you had been here now, and since cuddling up with Gaz that night you had steadfastly refused any physical affections from your captors. You slept in whichever bed was empty given that once everything had settled you discovered they took turns doing an overnight watch in the tower after dinner.

Johnny was probably the most openly antsy about everything. He had been yelled at several times for cornering you while you were alone, telling you to ask him to kiss you. Everytime you grit your teeth and said nothing even though the more you got to know him, the more you wanted to just give in.

Given time to level out was terrible for your libido in that everything was setting it off. You couldn't take care of yourself properly either because the only times you were alone were in the bathroom (and you knew that if you took a long shower they would know exactly what you had been doing) and in one of their beds (if you touched yourself surrounded by their smell is was going to be over for you). At this point you were scared to do it really, scared to be vulnerable in this place. 

Not that anybody said anything out loud about it, but they had installed motion sensors and cameras around the perimeter of the cabin. You knew they worked because whenever you were taken out a walk (always by two of them, never one alone) there was a beep when you crossed the sensor that sounded in the cabin. You'd fucked your only shot at an easy escape, maybe your only shot at any escape. The worst of it was you were getting comfortable.

It was like living with room mates really, they were respectful as they could be. You took turns cooking. On nights Johnny was supposed to cook one of them would go into town in their truck to pick up take away. You asked for ingredients a week in to make something and had been added to the rotation since then. Simon only bought Dosia the most expensive food money could buy and she had turned into the most pampered cat on the planet, a role she was thoroughly enjoying. You had been turned into much the same it felt, but the difference was she was allowed to leave. You hated when she was gone for longer stretches of time because if she was out enjoying the great outdoors, you were left without your one source of affection. You could not let yourself be physically affectionate with these men, not if you wanted to keep up any will to escape.

“Look Johnny has to be a witch at this point.”

“I’m naw a witch!”

“I agree with you sweetheart, definitely a witch” Simon nodded in agreement with you.

“Traitor!”

“Look it’s nothing personal, I just cannot abide a filthy witch in my town,” Gaz said as he lay down as many accusation cards as he had.

Which of course was what you had been waiting for. You had been convincing everyone Johnny was a witch this whole game and your turn was next. So once Kyle was done you popped down a lovers card on Johnny, thus linking his fate to Simon, and finished him off with a few accusation cards to kill them both in one go. 

Of course neither were witches and with John already out of the game and making dinner, Kyle was left the only poor villager left with the witch, meaning you had won.

“You lied to me!” he whined at you.

“Sure did bud, that is what witches are known to do.”

“We need tae get the firewood! Only proper way tae deal with a witch is tae burn her at the stake!”

“Ah how quickly Johnny starts talking about killing me again.”

“This was not what I signed up for when I said I wouldn't let anyone kill you sweetheart, I was under the impression you were a decent human being and not a murderous traitor witch.”

“Yikes, still made the deal though didn't you? Anyone burning me at the stake gets served to Dosia. You know, my black cat.”

“We've been blind! Had a familiar right under our noses this whole time. How could you luv?”

“Ye all ken that tae really see if she's a witch we would need tae search her for a witch mark” Johnny said, a slight gleam in his eyes as they ran up and down your body.

“As if you'd even know what to do with one” you snipped back before blowing a raspberry at him.

“Save me Si, bonnie is casting a wicked spell on me! I'm naw long for this world!”

“Alright children if you're all done with the dramatics it's time to eat” Price called from the kitchen, a fond laugh just hidden behind the words.

“Go ahead sweetheart, I'll tidy up.”

“Thanks honey” Gaz shot back, cheekily grabbing your wrist to tug you along to the kitchen island to sit and eat.

You chuckled along with him when Simon had lobbed the little gavel game piece at his head in retribution and elbowed Johnny when he snuck up while this was happening to squeeze your waist which made you jump and yelp. It wasn't until you were sat stuffing your face with Shepherd's Pie that you realised you hadn't even flinched at the casual touch. 

“Nearly forgot, I have a present for my best girl” Simon grinned as he finished his food, going to root about in the bag sitting on the kitchen counter. 

It wasn’t like you were excited or anything. Definitely not happy to be on the receiving end of that (if you thought it enough maybe it’d be true). You could only sit in slack jawed disbelief as he lured Dosia over with coos and a held out hand so he could adorn her with a pretty tartan collar complete with a bow. It wasn't like you had expected that you were getting a present or anything. And it absolutely didn't make you feel in a huff over it. It didn’t hurt or anything.

“Good thing I made dessert since I think you've unsweetened our little bird” John said, letting Kyle start to clear away the plates so he could start dishing up Eton mess. 

You gaped and tried to come up with something clever to say, failing miserably which only wound up with Johnny slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“Dae ye want one? Hers is pretty but my tartan would be best on ye I think. Bonnie collar for a bonnie lassie.”

He was playful and joking but oh wow you could feel the tips of your ears burning and when he noticed his eyes went wide as he considered the implications of what he had said and considered the implications of your reaction to it. It all happened in the course of a second and then you were excusing yourself quickly to the bathroom before anyone else could clock on. Luckily Simon was distracted with Dosia while the other two were still working on clearing and serving.

You just needed to get yourself together, stop treating them like a group of friends. Stop fucking flirting with them. Even if it felt nice and you liked playing games with them or eating dinner or bantering. Even if you were a little stupidly upset that Simon got Dosia something and not you. God you hated yourself.

There was a light knock at the door. You hadn’t locked it, in fact the thing wasn’t even closed all the way since you had just come into the bathroom to cling to the sink and glower at your reflection. But still… whoever it was had knocked. They hadn’t just barged in like you weren’t afforded privacy. But then when was the last time one of them had?

“It’s open.”

Johnny slipped through the door and closed it behind him. You would be worried he was about to ask you to kiss him again only he looked more concerned than anything. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I didnae… I… I ken I was being a bit much.”

“A bit much is sort of your thing.”

“Aye, that’s true. I just thought ye seemed upset.”

“What do you mean?”

“I love Si tae bits, but he can be a pure dickhead sometimes without meaning tae be.”

You hugged your arms lightly to yourself, looking at Johnny across the small space. He let the silence sit until you were ready to talk.

“I’m so stupid for getting upset about it.”

“Naw, dinnae say that about yourself. A stupid lassie wouldnae have taught herself how to tile a roof.”

You smiled despite yourself, you had taught yourself how to tile a roof. It had been an absolute mess at first, but you just kept throwing yourself at it and doing your research and eventually you had done it. It was the first big project on your cottage, the first one you were really proud of finishing… but now it was gone. 

“A clever one wouldn’t have burned her own cottage to the ground because she thought she could do everything herself.”

“Ye dinnae ken for sure that was what caused it, could’ve been those bastard witch hunters.”

You laughed lightly and then it turned into a full on belly laugh, him laughing at you laughing and both of you just feeding off of one another. Honestly the fact that you sounded happy was about the only thing keeping the others from stomping in and dragging Johnny out. Eventually you both tailed off, tears in your eyes. 

“I… thanks. For checking on me.”

“Any time bonnie. Better go get dessert before Gaz inhales it all.”

As he turned to leave you stepped towards him to make him pause. It was just that he had come to check on you because he had noticed you were upset when nobody else had. He hadn’t barged in or forced you to talk to him, he had just been here solely to try and make you feel better. Oh God, you really liked him. You thought that maybe you had really liked him for weeks now. 

“Kiss me.”

You watched his chest heave and his eyes search yours as he brought a warm hand to brush your hair out of your face before cupping the side of your head.

“Ye dinnae have tae for this. Ye dinnae have tae earn me looking after ye.”

“I’m not asking because I feel like I have to.”

When his lips pressed to yours you curled your hands into his shirt and squeezed your eyes shut, letting yourself just have this. He was warm and solid and Johnny. It was a soft thing, flirting with the edge of something heated but staying firmly on the side of sweet. When you broke away you both just smiled in each others space for a moment, eyes opening and a little unsure but happy. If both of you were a little quiet and a little pink eating dessert, nobody else mentioned it.

[shinyrhinestones]

Youthful Hearts

Part one

Series summary: Readers new around town, and therefore doesnt know the place or people. However, she ends up befriending the most chaotic people she could find.

Warnings: Idk let me know if u spot any. (Also this isn’t historically correct bc i want it my way ig).

Pairing: Billie Joe X Fem!Reader

A/N: Alright so I’m bored and I’m gonna apparently explore different fandoms, cause heres a Billie Joe fic. However I lowkey dont know where to go with this fic so I’ll only post this part for now, and to my surprise there isn’t a lot of fics within this fandom..

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On a regular day at the week you found yourself in a whole new place. You were actually here for studying, but it was gonna be a long year if you didn’t make any friends or connections at all. Now, making new friends isn’t all that easy, which is why at first you settled with s cat. A male cat who would keep you company. He was cuddly, but also took care of himself, like all cats pretty much do.

But at one point you had to face the fact that you didn’t do well without social contact. Yes, you still called back home, not only to your family but also friends. But who would be there for you when you hung up? Exept for your cat of course.

You really didn’t know how to meet new people. What kind of communities were there in your area? And how did you join?

For being a 21 year old, on your own in a new place, you really hoped that there was communities for your age. And interests. One to mention could be music. Music means a lot to many people, including you.

You pondered and wondered but you just physically couldn’t come up with anything. So you gave up.

A week later, walking down a street you weren’t familiar with. You were on your way home, and unfortunately couldn’t go the way you always did, when coming home from a long day at your school. You weren’t all to familiar with your surroundings yet, and therefore mostly only felt safe walking the known path, you had to walk pretty much every day.

But this time you were stressed out because the path you always walk, was unfortunately closed down. In a sense that an accident had happened, down that specific street. Ambulances and police cars parked down that street, with flashing lights everywhere. You knew you couldn’t just find your way around, but you tried walking down other Streets to see if anything was looking familiar.

But you only got more stressed as you felt completely lost. Your mind was racing with a thousands thoughts at once. What was gonna happen now? You were starting to get sweaty under your jacket, which was even more frustrating cause it was already hot outside. You wore a dark coloured summer jacket, cause every now and then the summer breeze would hit, in such a relieving way. But instead of standing and not knowing what to do you kept walking around. Walking down a street where you a bunch young people hanging around. It was little funny, so hang on here.

By a pair of stairs, leading down into what normally would look like a shop. But you could tell this wasn’t a shop. A few youths sitting or standing by the stairs, chilling. Most of them with a cigarette in between their fingers.

You hesitated walking down the street, because not only did this look like a closed off space, but you weren’t that well around people your age. Why? Not sure, but maybe its the way its so easy to get wronged by people you thought would understand you.

At first you thought you’d just walk past them, but what if you had to go past them again, cause you walked in the wrong direction, like you’ve been doing for some time now. Your stomach churned.

You then decided to go up and ask them for directions, since it was probably what you should’ve done for so long now.

You probably looked extremely nervous walking up to them by the way your lips curved into an awkward smile, and your slightly shaky voice.

“Uhm..Hello. I’m new around here and I seem to be a little lost..” You were trying to explain your situation as you were facing completely new humans. From what you could tell they were all men. It only made you more nervous to talk to them, as you also took in completely new appearences.

Most of them had unnatural hair colours. Blue and green. Tattoos and piercings. By a first impression, you’d think they were open-minded. And you tried to calm yourself with that. Maybe they wouldn’t judge you, like you always worried would happen anyways.

You felt like they had such an intense gaze but when a stranger approaches you, that will probably be an outcome.

“Yeah so, this is the street I’m headed.” You pulled out a piece of paper from your pocket. A piece of paper you had kept on you ever since you moved in, because of the fear of exactly this scenario.

One of the guys with with a tatto on his arm, and an earring hanging from his earlobe tried to reach out for it before one the others snatched it out of your grip. You took a look at the guy who tried, but failed. His hair was dark but not black. Quite lighter actually. And he was probably the tallest one, but you couldn’t exactly tell when most of them were sitting down. His face had a few sharp features. Like the shape of his face was sharp and somewhat bony. He had a long nose and a long face in general. His hair was messy.

He gave the other nameless guy a look, which you couldn’t read. You figured it was just normal teasing among friends.

The man holding and reading the piece of paper, was the one sitting on the top step of the stairs. His hair was blue, a quite bright one.

He read it, as the other ones let their eyes get a glimpse of the writing. He stood up and you could tell that he was definitely shorter than the other one. Now you got a better look at his face. His eyebrows were a bit long and black. His face oval and his eyes were green. But you noticed how he had small dark circles under his eyes, and you yourself knew what that was like. He probably didn’t get that much sleep, and if he did it wasn’t enjoyable.

He started explaining the directions for you but you could barely keep up. You had never been good at directions, or finding your way around. You really tried to understand, and you didn’t wanna make a fool of yourself.

You felt like giving up and just letting yourself wander around for hours again. But what good would that do? When he was done explaining he was looking at you. His eyes squinted from the suns rays. Which made a Line appear between his eyebrows, and a subtle scrunched nose. You gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. “Thank you for the help.” You said, but he could sense the insecurity beaming out of you.

“Alright, come here.” He walked down to the end of the street as you followed behind. When he reached the corner, he started pointing to a bunch of directions while explaining. You were finally understanding, and he gave you back the piece of paper. “No problem.” He replied after you thanked him a second time. He kept standing for a moment by the end of the street, watching you for a few seconds as you made your way home. He turned away, and walked back to where he came from.

His friends had been joking around, and sounds of laughter escaped the young men. He sat down by stairs again, as one of his friends shoved him. “Should’ve asked for her nummer while you were at it.” A goofy tone echoed in his friends voice.

“Yeah, you snapped that piece of paper so quickly, I didn’t stand a chance.” His other friend joked along.

The blue haired guy shook his head, and reached for his friends cigarette box. “Hey!” He exclaimed in protest, but didn’t snatch it back. “You owe me now.” He gave a faint smile, and lit the cigarette with a black lighter.

For you, you couldn’t shake off the fact that this was the longest and most helpful conversation you had had in your everyday life outside of school yet. Not only that, but they were interesting guys. They looked different and probably on purpose. And to be honest they were interesting to you. What a bummer this is how it went.

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if anyone is actually interested and wants a part more let me know (: also there’s probably spelling mistakes sorry! English is not my first language guys. I’ll probably right one anyway but at the same time i would need something to be motivated for like be fr.

You can find the other parts here

[cigarettesaftersae]

Homesick 07 - you're here, that's the thing

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

Week 1 - Monday

So here you are, situated across the seat from Sae again. Same small restaurant, even the same waitress, same icy gaze fixed on you except it’s Monday. You felt as if yesterday was Monday.

“So, do you have any hobbies?”

“I practice my pass for a few hours.”

“I mean, beside soccer? Do you like drawing? or reading?”

“Reading is fine.”

“Really? What books do you like to read?” It’s almost as if you were talking to a wall. He’ll warm up right?

“Margaret Atwood”

“That is the last thing I thought you might even read.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sae rises an eyebrow at you

“Nothing! I love Margaret Atwood. She’s a wonderful writer.” Your defensive mechanism actives, your hands slightly in the air like he was a police officer

“You’re a writer” he mentions with an almost unreadable expression—curiosity, skepticism, or maybe mild amusement? You couldn’t tell.

“That I am,” you confirm, sitting up a bit straighter. “Why? Do I not seem like one?”

“No, you do,” he says, pausing to take a sip of water. “Writers usually talk a lot.”

You blink, caught between being mildly offended and intrigued. “Well, excuse me for trying to have a conversation. It’s not every day someone admits they read Margaret Atwood.”

“Do you think I just kick a ball around all day?” His eyebrow quirks again, a subtle challenge in his tone.

“Honestly? Kind of,” you reply without missing a beat. The corner of his mouth twitches—was that a smile? Almost. “So, are we talking The Handmaid’s Tale or Oryx and Crake?”

He leans back, crossing his arms. “Cat’s Eye. It’s a good portrayal of memory and rivalry. Realistic.”

“Wow, you’re full of surprises,” you say, genuinely impressed. “Maybe I’ll lend you one of my stories sometime.”

“You think I’d read them?”

“I mean, if you’re quoting Margaret Atwood, there’s hope,” you tease.

For the first time that evening, his gaze softens just slightly. “Maybe.”

It’s not much, but you’ll take it. The ice was thinner now. Perhaps by Thursday It’ll be better.

Week 1 - Thursday

‘I have to cancel today’s lunch, I have too many reports to finish I’m sorry, next Monday is my treat. All of it (;_;)’ Your thumb hovers over the send button, nervous and anxious how he’d react to this. With a quick swipe, you hesitantly hit send. Life loves being rough on you, only now did you just start getting along with Sae but your class by the last minute just had to upload an assignment by which was due tonight.

Your phone buzzes almost instantly. His reply is blunt: “You could’ve just said no earlier.”

The words make you wince, and you stare at the screen for a moment, unsure how to respond. You type out several drafts of a reply—apologies, justifications, even something defensive—but none feel quite right. Finally, you settle on a simple, “I didn’t know until this morning. Sorry.”

The message goes unanswered for hours, leaving a heavy pit in your stomach. Was he actually upset? You try to focus on your assignment, but the tension keeps nagging at you. You replay the past few days in your head, wondering if canceling lunch was enough to undo the tentative progress you’d made with him.

By evening, you’re half-convinced you’ve ruined everything when your phone buzzes again. The message is short, almost indifferent: “Don’t forget Monday.”

Relief floods through you, though his detached tone lingers in your mind. Was this his way of brushing things off, or was there still some lingering irritation? You decide not to press your luck, resolving to make next Monday’s lunch worth it. For now, you focus on finishing your assignment, the weight of his words slowly fading but not entirely gone.

Week 2 - Monday

By the time you arrive at the small restaurant, Sae is already seated, his usual calm demeanor in place as he scrolls through his phone. The sight eases some of your nerves, though the memory of his curt response on Thursday still lingers in your mind.

You slide into the seat across from him, offering a tentative smile. “Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“You’re on time,” he replies, setting his phone down. His tone is neutral, but there’s something about the way he studies you for a moment that makes you feel…seen.

The waitress appears with the menus, but Sae waves her off. “We’ll have the lunch set,” he says simply, glancing at you for confirmation. You nod, grateful he remembered your preference.

As the meal arrives, Sae seems quieter than usual—not cold, but thoughtful.

As the meal winds down, Sae surprises you by lingering over his tea, glancing out the window. Usually, he’s the first to signal the end of lunch, but today, he seems content to let the moment stretch a little longer.

“I wasn’t upset about Thursday,” he says suddenly, catching you off guard. “I just don’t like last-minute changes.”

The admission is so uncharacteristic that it takes you a second to respond. “I figured,” you say softly. “Still, I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair to you.”

He nods, as if accepting your apology, then stands. “Next time, don’t cancel.”

There’s no heat in his words, just a quiet assurance that surprises you. As he walks to the counter to pay, you can’t help but feel that, in his own way, this was his version of an apology too.

Week 2 - Tuesday

The doorbell rings, and you rush over to greet the customer, only to find Sae standing there.

“Sae, I thought you were off today?” you ask, blinking in surprise.

“I am. I have practice in a few hours,” he replies evenly. “I wanted a cup of coffee.”

“No sugar, but cream, right?” you say, recalling his usual order.

He nods, his gaze steady on you. “You remembered.”

You laugh lightly as you step behind the counter to prepare his coffee. “It’s not that hard. You’re one of the few who keeps it simple.” As you work, the silence stretches, but it doesn’t feel awkward. When you hand him the cup, he takes it, his fingers brushing yours briefly.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice softer than usual. He doesn’t leave immediately, instead leaning against the counter as if debating whether to say more. “Did you need anything else?” You question with a soft smile

“No”

You nod, feeling like there’s more beneath his words. Before you can press further, he straightens, giving you a small nod. “See you later.”

And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you with the faint impression that these small, fleeting moments with him mean more than he lets on.

Week 2 - Thursday

The world is blanketed in white glitter snow, the cold bits your nose, leaves your toes frozen and numbly cold. You know what else the cold gives you? Coughing, sneezing, running noses even worse a stuffy nose so you can’t breathe in your new candle scent, Gingerbread Cookie by the way. You remembered Sae’s words “Next time, don’t cancel” and yet you break that forbidden promise with much guilt. You open the messages app, look for his name which pops up instantly. Forgive me.

‘I may or may not have to cancel today’ send

read. (instantly)

‘why’

‘I got really sick (；-◞౪◟-) ‘

‘and you might have to cover for me on Tuesday’

‘I’m coming over, Maria’s sending me to give you some food.’

You spring out of bed in a panic, your heart racing. You glance at yourself in the mirror and cringe—what a mess! You're wearing dinosaur pajamas, and you didn't even bother to brush your teeth this morning. You told yourself it was fine because you were feeling sick and needed the extra sleep. Without realizing it, you leave the text on read as you rush to get ready. You quickly brush your teeth, comb your hair, and apply a touch of pink chapstick, hoping it'll make you look less like you've just rolled out of a grave.

As you’re finishing up, there's a knock at the door. Your stomach does a nervous flip—why does the idea of seeing him in person always leave you on edge? You quickly wipe your hands on your shirt and rush to the door, trying to act as if you’ve got everything together, even though you definitely don’t.

When you open it, there he is—Sae, standing with a paper bag in one hand and an expression that could only be described as slightly amused. The cool air from outside drifts in, and you realize just how freezing it is, but it hardly seems to phase him.

“Maria said you needed some food.” He holds out the bag, his eyes scanning your appearance.

You force a smile, trying to play it off. “I appreciate it. Seriously, you didn’t have to.”

“I did. You’re not going to get better if you don’t eat,” he replies, his tone surprisingly firm. It’s strange, but you almost feel… cared for? His eyes soften as you take the bag from him. “You should rest more, not worry about lunch.”

“Yeah, I know…” You mutter, unsure whether to invite him in or just thank him and let him go. “How’s your practice going?”

“It’s fine. It’s always fine,” he says with a casual shrug, clearly not wanting to get into specifics.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure you’re a pro at this point,” you tease, hoping to lighten the mood. “Thanks again for bringing this over.”

“Are you alone?” Sae presses, his gaze a little sharper now, like he's trying to figure something out. His usual cool demeanor is tinged with a hint of concern—or is it curiosity?

You blink, thrown off guard. “Yeah, I’m alone. Why?” you ask, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

He doesn’t immediately answer, just tilts his head slightly, as if weighing your words. His eyes flicker around the room, noting the quiet atmosphere before landing back on you. “Don’t think I care or anything, Maria asked me.”

You stare at him for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Maria asked you?” you repeat, still processing what just happened. He doesn't wait for you to finish your sentence, stepping past you and into the room like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Yeah, she’s worried. Said you’re too stubborn to take care of yourself,” Sae replies nonchalantly, as he slips off his shoes and places them neatly by the door. It’s like he’s done this a thousand times before, walking into someone’s house with little regard for personal boundaries.

You blink, slightly overwhelmed by his confidence. “You don’t have to—”

“Relax,” he interrupts, cutting you off. “I’m just making sure you don’t collapse from being too sick to notice.” He sets the paper bag down on the kitchen counter, then starts looking around like he’s deciding where to place it. You’re frozen, caught between the shock of his boldness and the odd feeling that he’s genuinely trying to help.

He notices your hesitation and finally glances back at you, raising an eyebrow. “You got a problem with me being here?”

“Uh, no,” you stammer, still processing. “I just wasn’t expecting... this.”

“Whats your symptoms?” Sae ask going straight into questioning

“Uh, I have a fever and stuffy nose sometimes it’s runny— it’s in between and my throat kind of hurts, oh and a really bad headache…” Sae nods as you rattle off your symptoms, his expression serious, almost clinical as if he’s trying to diagnose you himself. “Sounds like you’re not just dealing with a simple cold,” he mutters, stepping over to the counter where you’ve left a few medicine bottles. His eyes scan the labels quickly before he looks back at you. “You’ve been taking anything for it?”

You nod, rubbing your forehead. “Yeah, I’ve been taking some cold meds, but they’re not really helping much. I think I might need something stronger.”

“Probably,” Sae agrees, clearly not impressed by the half-hearted attempt. He walks to the kitchen, his gaze never leaving you as if he’s assessing whether you’ll collapse at any moment. “Sit down,” he commands.

You blink, a little thrown by his sudden authority, but you obey, sitting down on the couch. Sae’s movements are efficient as he starts pulling things out of the paper bag he brought earlier. He places a thermos on the table, some kind of herbal tea, and a small packet of tissues.

“Don’t argue,” he says, catching your eye before you can protest. “Drink the tea. It’ll help with the throat and headache.”

You hesitate but follow his orders. “Since when did you become doctor?

“I took care of my brother when he was sick like this.” You grow quiet, every time the topic of his brother was brought up you noticed the atmosphere would change. “You must love him”

His eyes are looking away from you, and his mouth seems to not nudge a sound. “You should rest.” He says

“No.” You reject quickly.

“Can you not be stubborn? I came all the way here.”

“Its just… I get scary dreams when I’m sick. Last time I had a dream where food was trying to eat me.”

“Go” Sae's command is firm, and for a moment, you hesitate, caught between your reluctance to admit vulnerability and the strange sense of calm that his presence seems to bring. You open your mouth to argue, but something about the way he’s looking at you—his sharp gaze softened by a hint of concern—makes you stop.

"Go to bed," he repeats, his tone unwavering. “I’m not leaving until you rest.”

You sigh, knowing you’ve lost this battle. The last thing you want is to talk more about your dreams, but you can’t help the feeling that Sae’s insistence is rooted in something deeper. Still, you let the conversation drop, reluctantly standing up from the couch and heading to your room.

Sae follows behind, still watching you carefully. The room feels a little warmer, more comforting than it did before. The silence between you two is thick, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s just... different. You crawled under the covers, gaining more warmth like it was heaven’s light. Sae slowly steps out till he heard his name called “Sae?…Thank you.” You mumble with an opia

“Can you…stay? Till I’m asleep?” Sae breaths through his nose, exhaling. He pulls a chair and sits it near you. As you close your eyes, nostalgia creeps in your brain, You can almost hear your mama’s lullaby hushing you asleep. Nights like these remind you when mama took care of you, her gentle hand smoothing your head. Before you knew it, small snores leave your mouth.

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[sternentreue]

@pixiedurango's Antivan Postal Service delivered a letter all the way from Minrathous to Treviso! This is Enzo's answer to Cara's letter, set up post game. Enjoy!

Transcript under the cut:

Dearest sister,

thank you for support, but you don’t have to, really (tell Lucanis he finally needs to put that guilt to rest, he has repaid it multiple times). Things are finally starting to look up in Minrathous (as best as it can get here). Since Archon Pavus officially took office, reconstruction efforts in the city and especially in Dock Town have rapidly increased. He released extra funds to provide food and shelter for the poorest and the new tax reform, effective immediately, already improved life for most citizens. Most I say, of course the richest magisters complain about it and there are still uprisings here and there. I’m sure you have heard. So money isn’t the issue, it’s time and resources.

Neve is working tirelessly to find people that have been reported missing during the siege, although I fear that most of them are dead, but she insists (don’t ask me where that new optimism is coming from, might be my bad influence). I also have my hands full here. I have been hunting for scattered Venatori with Tarquin - the lad turned out to be good company when he can leave the books and archives behind and trade them for a sword and I think he finally swallowed his grudge against us. He also seems rather pleased that we are tasked with cleansing the templar order from corrupted members. To no one’s surprise there is a huge overlap between the Venatori and the latter. We are not allowed to kill them, however, they are supposed to get a fair trial. Pity.

Anyway, enough with the politics, the most important news: we adopted a cat! The repairs on the cat café are going well and some cats took a liking to us, especially Neve. The little one followed us home one day and refused to leave, so we took her in and she just stayed. I wanted to call her Frosty, but Neve is sceptical. I wonder if she will be as indecisive on names when it’s time to talk about our own children. Not that I have been thinking  Please forget you’ve read that, I’m too lazy to start anew.

Our apartment is coming along, too, even if slowly. There is still a lot to do, of course. Our main focus right now is making the city somewhat habitable, so we just fall into bed every night and don’t use it much, yet (the apartment, not the bed, sicko). Which is by the way the only thing we have so far - a bed. And two chairs and a table, but that’s more than most people have in Dock Town. Did you know Neve almost broke up with me about this? I offered to pay for the place and she didn’t talk to me for a whole week. Called me a rich prick! There’s a first time for everything. She feels guilty that we have the means to even have a place of our own, but I didn’t forget that she lost everything, too. I have all these savings rotting in the bank of Antiva, how else should I spend them, if not on us? But she finally accepted it, I think, slowly. One step at a time, like you said.

So you can tell there is still a lot to do before Minrathous will be the same as before, though it never will be to be honest, which is good! I wonder what this means for our future but I do know that I’m going to stay here. I miss Antiva, terribly, but I can’t go back to being a Crow, not after everything that happened, and not with the people that rely on me here now. My skills are put to good use within the Threads and of course there’s Neve. I can’t let her down, not a second time. I hope you understand. I hope Viago will understand, too. I haven’t told him yet and I pray that he has stopped frisking your letters or this will be my last to you. I don’t know how to tell him, for now I keep hiding in Tevinter but at some point he will send for me to reveal his portentous plans. I too have a feeling that he’s up to something, now that the Antaam are gone and there’s somewhat peace. And I fear that this new era will also bring some infighting among the houses. There’s currently a lot of attention on our house and I don’t like it. Be safe, not everyone is well-disposed to us.

Which reminds me, how are the preparations for Lucanis’ inauguration ceremony coming along? I hope you’re going for a big masquerade, I miss those! And of course I also miss the parties you mentioned, we could have one after, a private one with only friends! Show these lightweights a true Antivan booze-up. Remember that one time we ran out of wine and had to sneak into Viago’s private wine cellar? I think Teia saved our asses back then, as she always does. I miss her, please give her a hug from me!

Anyway, I am looking forward to your visit! And I gladly take you up on your offer to send some goods from home. I’d appreciate anything that’s not fried fish and bad coffee to be honest, anything that you can get your hands on that’s not too expensive or inconvenient to bring along (though you know me, chocolate is the fastest way to my heart). 

I’m leaving Treviso in your capable hands. Say hello to Lucanis from me, please!

Yours, Enzo (annoy Viago from me or he’ll get dull)

PS: Neve asked me to attach some of her case notes leading to Treviso, maybe you can give her some insights on any strange occurrences if you find any.

[mitsiepitsie]

Counting Crows

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You luxuriate in the soft, silk sheets on your new bed in your new room. Sylus spared no expense when he put you up in a room in his base, providing you with everything you could ever possibly need, just as he had said in the alley, months ago now. He had created a position in his organisation for you, which simply required you to take care of business when he was out of town. 

Initially, you had expected to be overwhelmed by that responsibility due to his regular absences, but he had rarely been away from even the base since instating you as his right hand woman. So, your days were spent almost idly as you got to know the organisation and its employees better. 

Luke and Kieran you already knew, but over the passing days you saw scores of people visiting the base, bringing in this report or that piece of jewelry. There were shady business men, young and old, politicians, new and weathered, and, at one point, you were certain you recognised the uniform of an unnamed general of the Association. What you saw precious little of, however, was Sylus’ personal life. Not that you’re interested in that, in any way, you assure yourself, it’s just something you’ve noticed. 

One day, when Sylus has just finished briefing you on an auction he is going to attend in a few days that will take him away from the base for a week - your first actual duty! - you linger in his office.  

“Was there something else?” he intones without glancing up from the documents in front of him. 

“No, it’s quite clear,” you say, briefly summarizing the bullet points you need to mind during his absence, “...and, most importantly, keep Luke and Kieran in check.”

He hums in agreement, only dropping the papers he’d been perusing when you prop yourself on the edge of his desk, eyebrow raising in a silent, bemused question as he glances up at you.

“It’s just…” you hedge, unsure of where even the desire to know about the question burning on your lips has been born from, “should I be expecting any other…visitors?”

Sylus cocks his head to the side slightly. “Visitors?” he echoes.

“You know,” you mutter, fluttering your hands in exasperation, “nightly visitors.”

His red eyes flash as he smirks at you. “Whatever do you mean, kitten?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Don’t make me spell it out, Sylus.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to, sweetie,” he drawls, grinning like a cat, “because I just don’t know what you mean-”

“A girlfriend, alright?!” you hiss, “A girlfriend, a boyfriend, a paramour, hell, you might even have a standing reservation at the whorehouse down the street for all I know!” You don’t know when you started yelling or where the need to do so even sprang from. 

Silently, Sylus gets up from his seat and rounds his desk, planting his hands on either side of you as he leans in. “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, kitten?” he mocks.

You click your teeth as you avert your eyes from his face. “Tch, you wish,” you grunt, “it-”

“Yes, I wish,” he interrupts you as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him again, “I want you to look only at me, as I look only at you.” His gruff voice is in your ear as he leans in, hot breath ghosting over your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. “I want your attention, your jealousy-” his lips brush over your pulse and your eyes flutter closed as you subconsciously crane your head, offering yourself- “your…desire.”

Bells are ringing in your head, and voices are screaming as another voice, a familiar voice chuckles somewhere behind you. You try to turn around, but your body is not your own, and your vision fills with red as-

“Is that what you were hoping I would say, kitten?”

With a cold rush, reality crashes over you and you stare into Sylus’ garnet gaze. “I…no, I…” you stutter, leaning back as you try to avoid that damned eye of his. You let yourself slide bonelessly out from under him, springing right back up as soon as you clear his arms and smiling with a confidence you don’t feel. “Forget I asked,” you thrill brightly, backing out of the room while throwing him a salute, “Don’t  worry, bossman, I’ll guard the fort when you’re gone!”

Sylus stares after you as you dash from the room, muttering a curse under his breath as he tries to calm his racing heart.

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Month 5 - Greenleaf

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The heat this moon had been heavy, even lingering into the night on some days. For Smokyrose, this had meant her gentleman acquaintance had come to visit less often, which was both a relief and a sorrow. She missed him in his absence, and yet, while she knew things were changing, that Goldenstar had said passers through were welcome, she worried what would happen if someone caught him lingering near the stream where they met. She was glad that the patrols didn’t bother to cross the Thunderpath that often. 

But tonight, she found him waiting.

“My Ghost,” she purred, slinking over the waning stream into the shadow of the log where he sat. “I’ve missed you.” She butted her forehead firmly against his, letting the purr rumble out from her body and into him. He responded in kind, bestowing gentle licks upon her brow and over her ears. 

“I’ve missed you too, sweet Miss,” he rumbled in such a charming way it made her blush. “I’m so glad you stopped by tonight.” Smokyrose settled down next to him and began to groom the back of his neck warmly. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling, still purring. 

Between licks, she said, “Same. I hope you’ve been staying safe.” 

“Don’t worry,” Ghost assured her, “I’ve mostly been hiding under cars and otherwise staying out of the heat. It’s been terrible lately.” 

“I know!” she cried, “I haven’t gone out in the sun all week, I spend my days in the den.” 

“That sounds terribly lonely,” he said, looking down at her. “Maybe I’ll stick around and keep you company this time.” His tail brushed over her haunches and she chuckled, ducking her face away shyly. 

“It’s really not so bad,” she said, “I have Songdust to keep me company.” 

“Songdust,” he hummed darkly. “You’ve mentioned her before, right?” 

Smokyrose leaned against his shoulder and sighed contentedly. “Yes, she’s an old friend. Nothing you need to worry about.” She chuckled and swiped playfully at his nose and he laughed, a low deep laugh that sat in the back of his throat - stars, that laugh made her dizzy! 

“That’s good,” he said, and they fell into silence as he laid his head over hers. She closed her eyes and sat there in his embrace for a good long while, trying to press every feeling into her memory like a paw in mud. 

After a while, as her thoughts began to wander, she spoke up. “You know, maybe you should stick around and keep me company anyway.” 

“Oh?” He sat up, his ears perking excitedly. “Really?” 

“Yes!” she sat up too, feeding off his excitement, “You should stick around for good! My Clan has been making a lot of changes lately to be more welcoming to strangers. You should ask to join! You wouldn’t even have to change your name or take on any duties unless you wanted to, you would just sit with me and Songdust in the elders den and advise the younger cats. Wouldn’t that be lovely?” 

Ghost smiled lopsidedly and said, “That does sound lovely, but I can’t, I’m afraid.” Smokyrose frowned.

“Why not?” she asked, ears folding back. 

“I’ve got cats waiting for me back in town,” he sighed, pressing a gentle lick to her forehead. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, feeling as if she would never see him again, as if this was goodbye. “I can’t just run off, even with a pretty dame like yourself.” 

“They can come too,” she said, “We’re short pawed after the plague, we’d be more than happy to take in a few new warriors.” 

“No,” he said firmly and suddenly. The sharpness of it made her jump. Was he afraid? 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, looking down at her paws. “I didn’t mean to-”

His tone was much more gentle as he stretched a paw out to comfort her. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, snuffling at her cheek in worry. “I’m sorry, Miss Smoke, I would never-” He cut himself off and sighed and she looked up to meet his eyes, scooting closer. 

“These cats aren’t the kind I’d want you to meet,” he continued solemnly. “It’s better they don’t know about you.” That only served to make her worry more. What kind of cats were waiting for him that frightened him so? 

“It’s alright,” she said. “You don’t have to stay… although I wish you would.” He smiled at that, a gentle, melancholy smile. 

“I would if I could,” he murmured. “It does sound lovely, living with you.” 

She blushed. “Well, you could always come visit me. Goldenstar announced that cats are welcome to come and go as they please.” 

“Maybe…” he said carefully. “I’ll think it over.” 

“Please, do,” she purred, smiling at him again. Hope fluttered in her chest. Maybe things would work out after all and she could finally be free of the guilt she felt sneaking around all the time. Until then, she contented herself in falling back into his side and closing her eyes to listen as the crickets started to come out to serenade them.