#This cheered me up after a stressful event so thank you so much!

[northstarscowboyhat]

HELLO! I very recently got into Undertale Yellow, and - as a result - have been looking for as much content to consume as possible. I stumbled upon your Tumblr page and AUGH. I love your AU so much, and I love how naturally it seems like it could be a real ending from the actual game.

Here, have some fanart, cuz you’re cool :D

I apologize for any inaccuracies.

THIS IS SO COOL OH MY GOD! Look at that confident pose! I absolutely love their cocky grin and the hat brim and hair hiding their eyes - they know they're about to kick ass and take names! Absolutely fantastic artwork, I adore this, thank you so much!

And thank you for the praise as well, I'm extremely flattered! I always worry that this AU might be too outlandish or out there, so hearing it feels like a genuine route that could've happened in a reset? Makes me feel like I'm really accomplishing something!

Thank you again for the wonderful art and high praise, and welcome to the UTY fanbase!

[dema-heart]

Rainy Day kisses

Hobie x gn! reader

Short story

Mentions of a undetailed bad week

Hobie lifts reader

No detailed description of reader

kissing and cuteness in the rain

Pet names used: luv, angel, dork, Romeo

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Event hosted by @the-kr8tor go check out her page!

You were having a bad day, honestly a bad week, but today was the icing on the cake. Sighing you grabbed your bags preparing to make your mopey trek home. You hoped you'd be able to get in contact with Hobie today, he hadn't been to the pub for a while or making himself known at your door, remembering your address after he'd walked you home a few times. He always knew how to cheer you up and the little crush you had on him was only 10 percent of why.  

Shaking your head with a heavy sigh you waved goodbye to your coworkers. The walk to your apartment from the pub wasn't far but with how overcasted the sky was you weren't sure you'd make it home in time to beat the rain and of course, with it being the kind of week it was you had forgotten a jacket. With one last look up at the darkening sky you hurried home. 

Hobie cursed as he watched as you took off, currently standing on the building across the pub you worked at. He’d meant to be there when you got off work, after being too busy this week between being spider-punk and band stuff to come see his favorite bartender. Hobie grabbed his bag of spare clothes as he shot a web out swinging in the direction of your apartment. 

You didn't make it in time. Currently, standing about two buildings away from your apartment. You were drenched to the bone in rainwater. Luckily you had grabbed one of your heavier-duty bags, so your stuff was safe at least. You took the final steps toward your building before tossing the bag up on the entrance steps making sure it landed under the cover. 

With a deep breath you turned your head up at the sky, eyes closed as raindrops raced down your face, before letting out a scream that turned quickly into laughter. You'd always loved the rain and yeah getting drenched in it wasn't normally how you showed your admiration but it felt like the heavy drops had washed away your stress. A childlike giddiness filled you as you took the chance to just let loose. You lived in a more secluded part of town anyway, not much traffic from people or cars and it was early enough in the evening that the golden orange rays of the setting sun were enough to keep the chill of your bones. Your laughter filled the street as you spun in place dancing to your own beat and jumping in puddles that formed. 

Hobie watched from a few buildings down as you started to dance in the rain. He had taken the chance to change in the nearby alley before making his way to your place. He smiled, quickening his pace as an idea stuck with him. 

“Evening, luv. Don't let me stop you!” He held up his guitar after calling out from about a building away, the setting sun shadowing him in a golden halo. His smile widened as he took in your awe-struck gaze. “ Was just wondering if you'd care for some music to go with your dancing?” 

“Hobie…?” You blinked at him owlishly, rainwater burning your eyes before a big smile broke across your face. You took off in his direction, wincing a bit internally when he threw his guitar to the ground to catch you in his arms. You had one moment to ponder his ability to hold and catch you with such ease before he spun you. A startled gasp leaves your lips before you're laughing, throwing your head back letting the rain kiss your skin as hobie spin you. 

“Hobie, we're gonna fall!” your tone is more amused than worried as you continue to laugh at his show of strength. 

“Don’t worry I’ve got us, luv. If we do go down I'll make sure to…” His laughter mixes with yours just before he slips falling back onto the sidewalk with a grunt, arms never leaving you as makes sure to cushion your fall. 

“Oof, famous last words I guess.” he laughed, onyx eyes shining with joy as he grinned up at you with that boyish charm of his. You laugh with him, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. The rain has slowed to a drizzle and you're sure if you looked up there'd be at least a faint rainbow from the last few rays of sunlight, but instead you lift yourself up slightly, hands caging Hobie’s head as you both stare into each other’s eyes laughter fading to shaky breaths. 

“Falling for me now Hobart? I knew you were a man of action but there are safer ways to show you love me.” You teased winking, mirth-filled gaze taking him in. Your smile had yet to drop as Hobie scoffed feigning offense at your jest.

“Of course. I'm a man of justice and equality after all, so its only fair i fall for you after catching the angel that fell from the heavens for me.” His grin is cheeky as your laughter fills his ears again. 

“That..was..so..corny!” your shoulders shake as your laughter dies down into giggles. Hobie looks up at you like you hung the moon that currently cast you both in a dim light. 

“You're gonna love the next part then…”

“You better not ask if it hurt when I fell from heaven” you interrupted him with a playful glare only causing his grin to grow.

“Of course not i caught you and broke your fall. I was going to ask if an angel like you gave blessed kisses. Been looking for a miracle lately” he winked as you shook your head in disbelief. 

“You're such a dork!” your smile gave away your amusement and if your cheeks warmed from his cheesy flirting…there was no way to tell it wasn't from the constant smiling or the chill from the rain seeping in finally. You lower yourself down arms still caging his head in as your noses brush. 

“A dork who’s getting a taste of the divine” he grins as he leans up lips brushing yours as he speaks.

“Just shut up and kiss me” You roll your eyes as you lean in closing the space between you two. Your lips meet in what starts as a soft kiss, questioning and exploring as both relax into each other. Hobie rolls the two of you over, one hand coming to rest under your head as he deepens the kiss, the smell of rain and Hobie, earth, and leather fills your senses. You pull him to you gripping wet leather as you let out a pleased hum. Hobie smiles against your lips pulling back before leaning in for another kiss, then another, and another, and another before you’re barely kissing just smiling against the other’s lips. 

“Hobie cut it out!” you laugh turning your head away as he goes to kiss you again, only leading to him, kissing your cheek constantly instead. He puffs up his cheeks holding air as he goes to give one last kiss. Blowing it out and pretending to plant one last wet parting kiss. 

“Oh to be separated so soon. When I'd just gotten my taste of heaven” he leans back, hand over his heart as he dramatically sighs.

“Oh shut up Romeo. Let's get inside before we end up sick together and I have to ask you to be my boyfriend over soup and snotty tissue flowers” You laugh as you push him off, standing up and grabbing the guitar he’d tossed aside to catch you earlier. 

You sniffle as you hand it to him. His smile is blinding as he tosses an arm over your shoulder pulling you into his side to warm you up after putting the guitar over his shoulder. 

“I didn't know angels could catch colds. Maybe I should have asked if you enchanted me with devilish charms instead. I am willing to give you whatever you need~” he wiggles his eyebrows with a mischievous smirk as you smack his chest playfully.

[cailinsblog]

Quinn Hughes and the Love of His Life

Quinn hughes x reader

The Vancouver Canucks locker room was always a hub of activity. Players joked, teased, and bonded as they prepared for practice. Among them was Quinn Hughes, the team's star defenseman. But today, as usual, Quinn's attention wasn't entirely on the game. His thoughts often wandered to his girlfriend, Y/N, who had captured his heart in a way nothing else ever had.

Quinn's teammates noticed this shift in his demeanor. Brock Boeser, his best friend and constant tormentor, was the first to call him out. "Hey, Hughesy, you daydreaming about Y/N again?" Brock teased, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Quinn blushed, shaking his head but unable to hide his smile. "Shut up, Boes," he mumbled, his ears turning red.

Elias Pettersson joined in, leaning against his locker. "Yeah, Quinn, you're turning into a real softie. We used to think you were tough."

The locker room erupted in laughter, and Quinn couldn't help but chuckle too. His teammates' teasing was all in good fun, and he knew they were happy for him. Y/N had brought a new light into his life, and everyone could see it.

Quinn's thoughts drifted back to the first time he met Y/N. It was at a charity event for the Canucks, and she was there as a volunteer. Her smile caught his attention from across the room, and he spent the entire evening trying to muster the courage to talk to her. When he finally did, they hit it off immediately. Her warmth, intelligence, and kindness were magnetic, and he was hooked.

Since then, they'd been inseparable. Y/N often attended games, cheering him on from the stands. She quickly became a favorite among his teammates, not just because of how she supported Quinn, but because of her genuine nature and the way she fit seamlessly into their hockey family.

One day, after a grueling practice, Quinn decided to bring Y/N to the rink. He wanted her to see him in his element and meet the team officially. As they walked in hand in hand, the teasing began almost immediately.

"Look, it's Hughesy's better half!" Brock called out, prompting a round of applause and whistles from the team.

Y/N laughed, not minding the attention. She squeezed Quinn's hand reassuringly and whispered, "They seem like a great group."

"They are," Quinn replied, his heart swelling with pride. "And they love to give me a hard time."

Y/N grinned, loving how Quinn's teammates interacted with him. It was clear they were a close-knit group, more like family than just teammates. She watched as they ribbed Quinn about his newfound softness, and she found it endearing. To her, it showed just how much Quinn cared and how deeply he could love.

One evening, after a particularly tough loss, Quinn was feeling down. Y/N knew exactly how to lift his spirits. She prepared his favorite meal, set up a movie marathon of his favorite comedies, and just held him. She knew he needed the comfort and the distraction.

"Thank you, Y/N," Quinn said softly, his head resting on her lap. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She stroked his hair, her touch soothing. "I'm always here for you, Quinn. Through the wins and the losses."

Their relationship wasn't without its challenges. Being a professional athlete meant Quinn was often away for games and road trips. It wasn't easy, but they made it work. They cherished every moment they had together, and their love grew stronger with each passing day.

One night, after a particularly long road trip, Quinn returned home exhausted. As soon as he walked through the door, Y/N was there, wrapping her arms around him. He melted into her embrace, feeling all the stress and fatigue of the trip slip away.

"Welcome home," she whispered, kissing his cheek.

"It's so good to be home," he replied, holding her close. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said, pulling back to look into his eyes. "You look tired. Let's get you to bed."

Quinn didn't argue. He let Y/N lead him to their bedroom, where she had already set out fresh pajamas and his favorite pillow. He couldn't help but smile at how thoughtful she was.

As they settled into bed, Quinn wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close. "You know, the guys give me a hard time about how much I love you."

Y/N giggled. "I think it's cute. It shows how much you care."

"I do care," Quinn said, his voice serious. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. You make everything better."

She kissed him softly, her heart swelling with love. "And I love you, Quinn. Always."

Their relationship continued to flourish, despite the ups and downs of Quinn's demanding career. They faced each challenge together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The teasing from his teammates never let up, but Quinn didn't mind. He wore their jabs as a badge of honor, proud of the love he and Y/N shared.

One afternoon, after practice, Quinn was sitting in the locker room when Brock approached him, a smirk on his face. "Hey, Hughesy, we're all heading out for dinner. You in, or are you gonna be all lovesick and head home to Y/N?"

Quinn laughed, shaking his head. "I'm in. But I'm bringing Y/N with me."

Brock rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course you are. Just don't get all mushy on us, okay?"

"No promises," Quinn shot back, grinning.

At the restaurant, Y/N fit right in with the team, laughing at their jokes and sharing stories. The guys loved having her around, and Quinn couldn't have been happier. As the evening went on, he found himself watching her, amazed by how perfectly she had integrated into his life.

"Hey, Hughesy," Brock called out from across the table. "You know we're just giving you a hard time because we're happy for you, right?"

Quinn nodded, his heart full. "I know, Boes. And I appreciate it."

After dinner, as they walked back to their apartment, Quinn pulled Y/N close, kissing the top of her head. "Thanks for being amazing tonight. The guys really like you."

"They're great," Y/N replied, smiling up at him. "And I'm really happy to be a part of your life, Quinn."

"You are my life," he said softly, stopping to look into her eyes. "I love you, Y/N. More than words can say."

Tears filled her eyes, and she kissed him deeply, pouring all her love into that kiss. "I love you too, Quinn. So much."

As they continued their walk home, hand in hand, they knew that whatever challenges came their way, they would face them together. Their love was strong, and with each other's support, they could overcome anything. Quinn was a different man with Y/N in his life—softer, happier, and more complete. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Part 1. Part 2.

Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called and a new romance begins to take over.

Told through Instagram posts

TW for mentions of stalkers

e!news

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️ Police called to Y/n L/n home after attempted break in by armed perpetrator.

Sources say Y/n was home with her boyfriend, singer Matt Carter, at the time of the break in but security chased him away.

This is not the first time an attempted break-in has been made on Y/n's property.

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y.n.is.life Oh. My. God. Praying she's okay rn 🙏🏽

user732 Why are ppl so disgusting. She's a human being. 🤬

y.nfan HE WAS ARMED 😭 so glad security chased him away!!!

user864 She must've been terrified 😢

jojo396 NOT THE FIRST TIME?!?!?!?! STAY SAFE Y/N

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram To my fans. Due to recent events it is with a heavy heart that I will be postponing my tour for the foreseeable future. I am so, so, sorry. The horrific events of these past few days have shaken me to my core. We have discussed this back and forth for hours and we decided that for your safety and my own this was the right course of action. Please keep your tickets and we will try and get new dates ASAP. Thank you for all your love and support. I love you all. Y/n and YourTourName Team. 💜

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fan872

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Fan872 I'm going to be fucking SICK. Y/n's boyfriend Matt is in Greece with some random girl!!!!!! They've been papped kissing and at restaurants!

Her house got broken into FOUR days ago and someone tried to attack her. She CANCELLED her tour due to safety concerns and HES IN GREECE CHEATING 🤬🤬🤬🤬

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user men☕️

y.n.is.mother WTF!!!!! SCUMBAG!!!!!

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stan.y/n GUYS THATS BECCA!!!! Y/NS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!

matt.is.life No it isn't. Stfu. Stop spreading rumours

stan.y/n Uhhh yes it is.... open your eyes

sarah12 You can't even see her properly?

youralbumname13 Poor Y/n!!! 💔

user Love isn't real. Stg. 😭😭

stan.y/n they were so good together!!!!!

matt.fan I feel so bad for him. The pressure he's under. He needed a break from this

fan872 YOU FEEL BAD FOR HIM?! HIM?!

y.n.matt.4ever SHE ALMOST GOT ATTACKED AND YOU FEEL FOR HIM?!?!?!?!

user234 siding with the cheater💀Gross

selena.fan No. Just no.

rach12 And cheating was the way to go??

e!news

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️FBI arrive at Y/n L/n's condo in New York.

This comes after a second stalker incident.

Y/n's team has refused to comment.

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y/n123 How is she going through all this? 😭

username3 Poor Y/n! WE LOVE YOU ❤️

user1name Why's she in NY??

y/n.becca.drama Where have you been?

user926 Her home got broke into in L.A. Then her bf cheated on her with her best friend.

user1name OMFG?!?!?!

mama.sel OF COURSE THEY DIDNT COMMENT?!?!?!?!?! WTF?!

lovebecca

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lovebecca Becca has been receiving so much hate and death threats after recent photos of her and Matt Carter have surfaced online.

This is absolutely disgusting!! Cancel culture at its finest, yet again.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

Y/n stans are crazy and will do anything to make her look good and innocent in the media.

Y/n and Matt had broke up because Matt couldn't cope with the stress and his mental health deteriorated. So, Becca and Matt went to Greece together to cheer him up.

They're adults.

Grow up.

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justice.for.becca 💯💯 FACTS

y/nnnn I've never seen someone so wrong b4 😂

queen.tyler Ummm. No? She literally went on holiday with Y/n's bf while they're still together and going through a traumatic experience?

jessicat She's literally a home wrecker

ethan4 Imagine taking Y/n's terrifying experience and spinning it into an excuse for why you cheated 💀💀

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queen.y/n The Devil works hard but Matt Carter works harder.

e!news

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e!news Singer Y/n L/n has first public outing since the attempted break in of her home and break up with boyfriend, Singer Matt Carter.

Y/n, 24, was pictured in New York earlier today with her FBI protection.

The recent Grammy winner cancelled her tour stating security issues and mental health issues to be the cause two weeks ago.

Just days later, then boyfriend Matt Carter was spotted in Greece with Y/n's best friend Becca McKay. The two pictured in intimate moments together have led to online speculations that the two are now dating even though Matt was in a relationship at the time.

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user74 That agent though 🥵

ginaxx I know!!! He can protect me!

y.n.stan Look how thin she is 😭😭😭

hater927 "Mental health" mmmkay snowflake

bi.queen You get stalked, have someone threaten your life and have your bf cheat on you with your best friend and THEN we'll talk about your mental health. 🤡

grow.up.y/n She looks gross 🤮

y/nnnn The irony of your name.

love.you.y/n So happy you're going back outside!!! Stay strong ❤️

everything.y/n

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everything.y/n Y/N CONTENT!! I'm so so so happy that she feels comfortable posting again. Even if comments are heavily monitored.

I missed her so much! I hope everything is going OK with her and she's staying safe.

P.s. she also deleted every single pic of Matt and Becca off her IG. We Stannnnnnn!!!

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girl.bossss Even her shadow slays 😭

dantheman She seems comfortable around the FBI. I'd be tense all the damn TIME

oui.oui. her deleting every trace of them is such a power move!!! Revenge era.

y/n.queen SHES AT THE PIANO! WHATS SHE WRITING?!?!?!?!?!?!

matt.fan The pic of them 2 in the HP robes is so cute 🥹

bye.segual. Was. Was so cute. Not now

hate.y/n Her need for attention is sad

doc.martina Why are you HERE THEN?

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yourinstagram Figuring out what to do next has been one of the hardest things to do. After thinking it over for the past month we have all agreed that being on stage is the right thing for me right now. Life tests us all and this is my test and I will not lose. I will not back down. You all mean so much to me than you will ever know and Yourtourname will continue in NYC in two weeks. Your support has filled my heart with so much love. Stay safe. I'll see you soon 💜

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[chuuyasheaven]

HAPPY 1k FOLLOWERS !!

Rules!!

ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!

1st: This is a different Event! 

All of the fics will be based off songs from my playlist! 

(MUSIC IS THERAPEUTIC!)

I will interpret the meaning and kinky them up and stuff!

You’ll be able to choose which character would fit the best with it! Most likely, it won’t be easy to choose so I’ll be making two versions with different characters each.

2nd: Here’s my no-no list!

M*ri and any minors 

S3xual assault / R@pe

Any weird kinks (p1ss, sc@t, vom1t, hardcore stuff, etc.)

3rd: This is a nsfw Event only, but maybe, I’ll open up a sfw one after!

4th: Here’s my character list!

Chuuya Nakahara

Dazai Osamu

PM! Dazai Osamu (18 ofc)

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Fyodor Dostoevsky 

Nikolai Gogol

Ranpo Edogawa

Edgar Allen Poe

Tetchou Suehiro

Jouno Saigiku

Fukuzawa Yukichi

(THREE NEW CHARACTERS!)

5th: Requesting should go like this;

"Hi! I personally think that day four would really fit with Dazai! Could I request him with a afab!Reader please?" 

And to make it better, I will genderbend SOME characters! But only for fem!/afab!Reader tho!

Also mention what gender the reader should be: fem!/afab!/gn!/amab!Reader (trying amab! too!)

6th: Please be patient. 

Lately things have been fucking with me, so I may be a little slower or even take breaks! Writersblock can appear any time.

7th: Au's will and can be included, example; College!Au, Modern!Au, etc.

1st day: 

"I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight.."

— You and your partner went out on a date, sitting in their car, you guys got heated while enjoying the moonlight..

Tags: making out, car sex,modern!au, soft sex, praise kink, pet names, etc.

2nd day:

"He had a cigarette with his number on it, (and) gave it over to me.."

— You boss called you to their office, wanting to 'talk' with you. But no need to worry, they just want to reward you for being good!

Tags: office!/normal!au, Office sex, teasing?, praise kink, pet names, etc.

3rd day:

"I hope, you’re ready, for what I’m about to do.."

—  You/Your Partner notice your/they’re kinda feeling low today, so you/they decide to cheer them/you up a little!

Tags: Oral sex, normal!au, praise kink/degradation kink, pet names, stress relief, etc.

4th day:

"He tore my clothes right off, he ate my heart and then he ate my brain.."

— A incubus, who was in a need of energy, needed you, really bad. So you let him fill you up!

Tags: Monster fucking?, incubus!au, praise/degrading kink, breeding kink, petnames, rough sex, cream pie, overstimulation, etc.

5th day:

"I’m gonna fuck you up, fuck you until you ask me for more.."

— You went out to a party with your partner, but someone tried flirting with you! So they got a little jelly!

Tags: Jealous sex, normal/modern!au, rough sex, praise/degrading kink, teasing, overstimulation, petnames, etc.

6th day:

"Buckle up, tonight I’m gonna give it to you stronger. Heads up, we can go a little longer.."

— During 'it', you got a little carried away. You needed to cum, so you got a little rougher, which made them get more submissive..

Tags: Switch!Character, normal!au, fingering, teasing, taking control, hickeys, overstimulation, petnames, etc.

7th day: 

"You’re dangerous, I’m loving it.." 

—  Your Partner/You are known to be the most dangerous person to Yokohama, but still, they/you can’t resist you/them..

Tags: Normal!au, marking, overstimulation?,slight breeding(?), petnames,  etc.

8th day: 

"As you recall, you know I love to show off.."

— Your Partner loves you very much, and they make sure you and everyone else knows, by showing you off. Bringing you gifts, kisses, cuddles and most importantly, making you feel good!

Tags: Modern!/Normal!au, passionate sex, overstimulation?, praising kink, foreplay, pet names, etc.

9th day: 

"'Cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl.." 

— Now the tables turned; someone was flirting with your partner?! You can’t help but feel jealous. You can decide, they could make you theirs or you’ll make them yours!

Tags: Jealous sex (2nd), modern!/normal!au, praising kink, pet names, overstimulation, teasing, etc.

10th day:

"Treat me like a slut, little bitch who loves to fuck.."

— You and your partner didn’t do it for a while, which had you sexually frustrated. So you were a brat, and how do you tame one? Easy, you fuck ‘em into oblivion!

Tags: Brat taming, rough sex, overstimulation/edging (u decide), (loving/degrading) pet names, etc.

Also, if you have any song-fic ideas feel free to request! 

Maybe smth like this;

"So, I had a idea for another song fic! The song "she’s so nice" by nice guy where the reader is like really nice but (character) fucks them really rough and calls them their slut? Also the reader's an afab?"

(Yes, mention what gender you want)

So can’t wait for your requests!! :3

Again, we’ve come so far! I can’t believe I have 1k People who like my works, so thank you all so much!!

[mango-bango-bby]

How about 🦢 for the event with sun!Gojo and moon!darling? There are lots of ideas I have for this but maybe Sun! Gojo has been in love with the moon for forever but he’s quite sad that he can only see them from far away. He’s able to get close enough to give them affection during an eclipse or he kidnaps them just for a little and that’s why theres eclipses? Both ideas are interesting but idk how much sense they make tbh 😅

Thank you mango! And congrats on 7k!!!-🌻

♡ The Sun and The Moon ♡

(A/N: Oh my gosh, from the moment I read this it immediately reminded me of Zhinü and Niulang. It was just the idea of them being separated, so far from each other. I hope you like this, I don’t really think it turned out to well lol. I kind of rushed it)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, kidnapping, sort of god au, angst

Summary: You and Gojo are separated by the sky yet Gojo can’t help but take you for himself (Yan!Gojo x GN!reader)

Prompt List ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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The sun and the moon. Two direct opposites, dark and light. You and Gojo sat on opposite sides of the sky. You were the moon. You were calm, quiet, beautiful.

Despite your calm almost shy attitude you were still sweet and kind. Gojo say on the opposite side of the sky as you, he was the sun. He was bright, cheerful, and completely in love with you.

You and Gojo only saw each other on a very rare occasion. You two only met on eclipses. And for the rest of the time, he only watched you. He watched you from afar. He watched you as you lived your life in your secluded home, on your secluded cloud.

He wanted you to be his so bad, Gojo would count down the days to the best eclipse. He wanted you to be his. Even if there wouldn’t have a moon anymore, it wouldn’t matter to him, he needed to take you to be his. His want for you overpowered anything else.

He knew the next time that your cloud would come by, during the eclipse. He was going to grab you, he was going to keep you with him. He was going to finally hold you.

No matter how much you cried or screamed, wanting to go back to your side of the sky. He’d never let you, he would hold you in his arms, he would hold as tight as he could.

He knew that you would hate him, however no matter how much you hate him or no matter how hard you cry. He would hold you tighter until you accepted him. Until you accepted his love.

That exactly what he did, the next eclipse, when you came by, it didn’t matter what happened. Or what it affected. He needed you to be his. He grabbed your arms, pulling you from your home and with him.

No matter what you said or how you fought back, he held onto you. He held you in his arms, with your head pressed against his chest as if he were silencing you. You kicked and scratched but it didn’t help.

You screamed, trying to escape his arms however he only cooed and whispered to you to calm down. This kept up for hours, he can only imagine how stressed you are right now, but he needs you to calm down.

After hours of the kicking, the screaming, the crying you finally gave up. You finally slumped over, exhausted from fighting for so long. You silently cried, holding onto his arms as if craving the comfort despite the fact that he had stolen you fro your home.

Gojo gently kisses you on your forehead, his heart breaking at how you cry silently. However he knows you’ll be happy to be loved by him.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[the-fluff-piece]

Can you please right Prompt 11, making it sweet and using Law please? 🥺

This is part of my current follower milestone event

Thank you for your request anon!

Here's

Sing for me

Law can't sing. You do. He didn't know that, even though you've been together for a while now.

Sweet sfw fluff with an overwhelmed Law

The polar tang's crew has a night out and had been pushed into a karaoke bar by Bepo. He wants to sing Uta songs all night!

The crew drinks while Bepo sings in his cute voice, absolutely horribly but with dedication. He screeches and sqeaks like a broken teapot, but he has the time of his life. Eventually, everyone is drunk his throat is sore. When he frees the karaoke machine from his grasp, the others take the stage: penguin and Shachi sing a totally not gay song about friendship while hugging each other, Jean Bart sings some old guy songs and eventually, everyone is insisting you two sing a love duet.

Law looks like he's gonna kill someone, but your "pleaaase" eventually swayes him.

"One song. One. Pick wisely" he grunts as he pushed the song list over to you. You pick a classic: ain't no mountain high enough. It was both lovely and not too sweet for Law.

Law stands in front of the small monitor looking extremely stressed. His shoulders are drawn up, his back is hunched and he clasps the microphone to his chest like it's going to protect him. The music starts and his part is first.

"Listen baby, ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low..." he mumbles the lyrics into his microphone. There is no talking around it: it's bad. He's bad at this. He is talking without rhythm but with a strange intonation.

Your part is directly after his. "If you need me call me, no matter where you are, no matter how far!" You sing with a melodic and crystal clear voice, holding your microphone far from your mouth to not blast everyone's ears with your trained volume.

Now would be Law's part, but he doesn't get a peep out. He stares at you wide eyed, pure shock in his eyes, his mouth open and trying to form words. You wait a few more times for him to sing his part until you eventually improvise the song into a solo piece. The crew absolutely loses it - they cheer and clap and want more.

Law shuffles to the benches and sits down, still in shock. You sing a few more of Uta's songs for Bepo, who is quickly becoming your biggest fan. The party lasts a long time, eventually everyone is screaming increasingly silly songs, their untrained vocal cords already screeching and giving up.

When all have a sore throat except for you, they decide to leave for a midnight snack. When you want to join them, Law tugs at your arm.

"Please stay" he whispers, his expression blank and unreadable. He leads you back to the karaoke machine.

"Do you know that song?" He indicates the name of a sad love ballad on the screen. You nod.

"Will you please sing that for me?" He asks.

"Of course" you say and pick up the mic once again. Law sits down in front of you and listens with a smile. The song is slow and grand and you put everything you have in it. He claps and you bow down. He's already back at the machine, picking a new song.

"How about this one?" He surely knows a lot of ballads.

"Sure!"

He kisses you and sits down to listen again. His eyes seem to eat you up as he watches and listens.

Whenever you're done with a song, he picks the next. Sad songs slowly turn into rock songs, musicals and emo punk. You didn't know he even knew these genres existed. But he did, and he loved listening to you singing for him, just for him.

Eventually, you're exhausted and your voice gets scratchy, you have to cough and take a break.

"I'm so sorry babe, I pushed you too much" Law apologises with a kiss to your forehead.

"It's nothing, it's just getting late" you say.

"You're right, it's late, let's get home."

He picks you up and carries you on his back all the way to the polar tang. Before going to sleep he asks for one more soft song and falls asleep before it's done.

[optimisticstudentangel]

Side character drinking headcanons

Diavolo

Diabolo likes to drink, he always ends the day with an expensive glass of wine. It helps him relax after a hard day.

He can drink both alone and in the company of his friends, acquaintances and with you. The most comfortable thing for him, of course, is to drink next to you. He understands that you won't judge him.

To get drunk, he needs to drink half a bottle of demonus. After that, he becomes even more talkative and cheerful. It looks like Diavolo's character traits have doubled.

He jokes a lot, talks a lot. He likes to remember the old days. Especially related to Lucifer. The demon of pride doesn't like it very much.

At such moments, you have a good opportunity to learn a lot of different secret information.

- Come on, let's enjoy this moment with you, my dear. Pour me another demonus and come closer," the demon says in a languid voice.

Barbatos

It's not often you can catch a butler drinking alcohol. Don't get me wrong, the demon also likes to drink high-quality demonus, but he can't afford such entertainment because of his endless duties.

More often, Barbatos has to wait for special days or weekends to have a little drink. During the holidays or events, he also does not manage to just relax and enjoy alcohol, as he needs to monitor the needs of the prince and his guests.

From time to time during parties, you call the butler to you, under a stupid pretext, to help you with something. Barbatos immediately comes to you to help with what you ask. However, you just hand him a glass of demonus, and wink.

The demon just sighs and asks you not to do it again. Despite his "complaints", the demon drinks the contents of the glass with a smile and thanks you in his mind.

After the party is over, the demon comes to you. His hand touches your shoulder, and you turn to him. He smiles at you and quietly whispers others should not hear.

- MC, thank you. Sometimes it's good to fulfill your desires and drink a little. I want to repay you in kind and invite you to my room so that we can enjoy my collection of demonus, just the two of us, away from others, - the demon bowed to you. You couldn't refuse such a tempting offer, so you trudged with him to his room.

Simeon

How Simeon loves this tempting taste of demonus. With each sip taken, the angel forgets about the accumulated stress, his shoulders straighten, and he settles more comfortably in the chair. Simeon looks at you, his gaze becomes relaxed, and a smile appears on his face.

- MC, do you know that you are very beautiful? So much so that I can't take my eyes off you," he gives a quiet chuckle. His hand points you to his lap. "Sit down here, please, I want to take a closer look at your beautiful face." You give in to him and do what he asks you to do. 

The angel's face turns red, his long fingers brought your face even closer to him. "God, you're so amazing. I don't want to be selfish, but it's not enough for me to enjoy you like this," the angel looked at you pleadingly. "Can I?" - but before he can finish, you're already reaching out to kiss him.

The taste of his lips was sweet, you felt the taste of demonus.

"I love you so much..." Simeon whispered softly.

Solomon.

- MC, do you want to try an experiment with me? Solomon offered with a sly smile. You have already begun to anticipate the exemplary ideas that Solomon would like to implement. You nodded to the magician, and he immediately began to explain to you the approximate idea of his experiment.

- We will try to make it so that we have the opportunity to get drunk from demonus, - said Solomon. "Naturally, it may not work out the first time, but even so I think we'll have fun."

With the help of magic, Solomon levitated several bottles of demonus. Your eyes lit up brightly, to which the magician grinned at your reaction.

You started taking turns pronouncing spells and tasting demonus.

Bottles of alcohol really began to change the taste, they became more pronounced, saturated, but none of you felt the intoxication appearing.

You sat down wearily on the sofa and began to despair, not believing that you could create alcohol with your own hands. Solomon noticed your despondency and decided to sit next to you.

- Don't be sad, MC. We tried and it's already a good thing. If it improves your mood, then I can get you alcohol," Solomon offered.

You looked at him in surprise. "Have you been able to get alcohol all this time?" you asked.

- Yes, but would it be fun to just get alcohol with a snap of your finger? – seeing your displeased face, the magician burst out laughing. And in order not to aggravate your condition, he magically created two cans of beer.

Solomon handed you one jar, and you took it with pleasure. Thanking your sensei, you asked him to teach you as well.

Solomon laughed again, it seemed so funny to him that tears flowed from his eyes. "Okay, I'll teach you, on one condition, you'll make beer for me too," he said. You didn't understand the reason for this condition, because he can create alcohol for himself, but despite this, you agreed.

Guess who has a cool ability now?

[raya-hunter01]

Fade Into You Part. 6

Prequel Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, masturbation

FADE INTO YOU

Summary: This is the Prequel for Lights, Camera, Action! How does an outburst on your first day lead to a lifelong friendship with the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns and the stands the test of time. How does that friendship introduce you to a special group of people that will become your family.  

When did the lines get blurred between friendship and wanting a relationship with one of your best friends Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow the friendships, and relationships of how they all came to be the one big happy family we all know and love in Lights, Camera, Action.

15 months later

Amway Center

Shantell’s POV

It is insane how a two-week shutdown has now turned into months. My graduation was cancelled and did virtually. I got hired by WWE, Joe had been home due to being immunocompromised.

Then another blow hit us even harder, Jimmy got hurt and had to undergo knee surgery leaving his and Jey’s career in limbo.

Gram and mom moved back in with me when the shutdown hit, and I think I’ve reeled them in to stay permanently.

We did shows at the Performance center, but I felt we could do more. It was so boring just seeing an empty place with occasional wrestlers cheering in the audience behind Plexi glass.  

Paul agreed and I began brainstorming ideas and the rest, as they say is history. The Thunderdome was born…Yea, I did that, and couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed watching the crew putting the final touches my vision.

We did a trial run for smackdown last night and everyone loved it. Today we’ve been working out the kinks and it’s coming along very well.

So how does it feel to be the new boss,” Tevin asked walking up to me as I laughed. “Scary as hell and I wanna throw up,” I said honestly.

“Stop stressing, they loved this idea,” he said walking around taking in the Thunderdome.

 “This shit is a game changer and last night was amazing.  You did dat Ma. Stop being modest and own da greatness that is you,” he said as I blushed.

“Thanks Tevin I just hate you leavin’,” I said as he waved me off. “I been on smackdown so long, I need a change and I think the Raw brand is it,” he said as I nodded in understanding.

 After the kiss and I set him straight Tevin had been on my good side and I have to say he has made working here these last few months fun.

I was actually going to miss him if that made sense. “They are going to enjoy your talent on the Raw brand,” I said as he gave me a hug.

“So, what is this I hear about these buff wrestlers asking you out,” he whispered as I cringed.

“Ugh, how you know about that?” I asked as he smiled at me. “One thing you gon’ learn, everybody knows everybody business when you work here,” he said as I pulled away, shaking my head at him.

“I don’t even know how it got started,they just been approaching me,” I said honestly confused.

 “Your fresh meat, that’s why ,but it will pass and I’m sure Jey ain’t takin’ it too well,” he said as I saw Jey coming down the ramp.

“No, but Jey’s just protective of me is all. So are Joe and Jimmy so it’s no big deal,”I said as Tevin scoffed.

“Bullshit, that fool likes yo’ ass but some reason can’t take the leap. He shouldn’t be able to control who you date especially since he’s dating people and I hear Taraji’s sniffing around again,” Tevin said as I kept a neutral look on my face as Jey got closer to us.

“It ain’t like that, Jey thinks of me as his friend. Plus, It’s been my choice to be single and has nothing to do with him,” I said as Tevin rolled his eyes at me.

“What I’m being serious, I have too much going on and some of ya’ll men tend to be drama queens. So, with that in mind I keep my heart and legs closed,” I said smartly as Tevin laughed at me.

 “Why you laughin’ at me?  I’m just keeping it real, it’s all about me and building my legacy.I ain’t got time for the bullshit,” I said shrugging my shoulders standing boldly in my truth.  “I feel you,” Tevin said as Jey made his presence felt.

“Damn, this looks tight Shan!” Jey exclaimed, cutting his eyes at Tevin before giving me a hug. I cringed as I saw Tevin’s eye twitch before he walked off without another word.

The tension was always there between the two and I didn’t know why.

Tonight was SummerSlam and Joe was returning so not even their pissing contest could ruin my night.

“Uh, thanks Jey, I’m shocked it’s coming together so good,” I said trying to change the subject as he looked at me in disbelief.

“It came from your brain of course it was going to be good,” he said as I smiled at him.

“Thank you, it means a lot,” I said as I saw Paul come on the top of the ramp smiling at the setup.

Yea, I think we were really on to something.

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Joe’s POV

“So, this is what you do?” Tangela asked as I smiled at her. “Yea, it’s a little different now with no fans,” I said as she nodded her head taking in the backstage area.

I could tell she was overwhelmed as Shantell came over and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I know it seems like a lot, but Joe knows what he’s doing and nobody is going to bother you back here,” Shantell reassured her.

I hoped Tangela could get use to this life. I mean being with her is just so different from any other relationship I’ve experienced.

She has a good head on her shoulders, just graduated business school and ready to take on the world.

I’m in love with this woman and I don’t want to screw it up.  

“Dang, you have to do a lot of stuff Shantell, I’d probably have a nervous breakdown,” Tangela said looking at the monitors as Shantell smiled.

“Girl, it’s a breeze I love it. How bout I show you some of it while Joe does his thing,” Shantell said as I smiled at them.

“Thanks for taking care of her, sis,” I said as she waved me off. “Go get ready and be careful,” she said as I went to get ready.

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SummerSlam Main Event

Shantell’s POV

I missed Joe being in the ring and I honestly felt a little choked up seeing him again. This new side of him was what he wished he could do from the beginning.

The world was about to experience a new side to Roman Reigns and I hope they are ready for what’s about to come.

“You can’t handle this responsibility,” Joe said holding up the universal championship.

“I need that final shot, we’re going to fade out on Joe,” I called Tangela looked on in shock. “You want me to scan the Thunderdome or pace out?” Stu asked as I smiled.

“I need a zoom pan on Joe for about ten seconds then we’re going to fade out,” I instructed. “Got ya, Shan,” Stu responded. “This is all crazy,” Tangela whispered as I gave her a small smile. 

“Nobody saw this coming,” Cole said as Joe continued to talk his shit. “It’s always gon’ be mine,” he spoke as I smiled. He was in the zone, and that made me even more excited for this new storyline Paul had been working on.

 “I need a slow pan out shot of Joe over Bray, lets finish SummerSlam strong. It’s been amazing doing this with you all tonight,” I said as Paul smiled at me.

“Got you Shan,” Jane said. “Whoo, that shot looks sick girl,” I praised as she laughed. “Thanks boss lady, you keeping me on my toes,” she said as I smiled.

 “A’ight we’re out in 5, 4,3,2,1,” I said as Paul rubbed my shoulder. “You did that, everything looked amazing,” he said as I sighed in relief as he gave me a hug.

“Thank you so much I whispered returning the gesture before he got up to take a call. I felt accomplished, we really pulled it off. The fans interacted and everything looked awesome.

“That was amazing Shantell,” Tangela said as I smiled at her. “Thanks girly, I hope you join us more often. This is going to be where we hold all shows and PPV’s until we can start traveling and have crowds again,” I said as she gave me hug.

“Thanks for making me feel welcome,” she said as I smiled. “Your family and that is all to it. No need to thank me,” I whispered feeling her body relax.

She was good for Joe; I knew the first time I met her. Yep, big brother was off the market, and I was happy he found someone to love.

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One month Later

 Amway Center

Paul’s Office

Shantell’s POV

“Do you like it though?” Jey asked as I looked at the mullet he was rockin’.  “I mean it’s interesting, I said as he laughed.

“So, that means you hate it,” he said as I looked at the back of his head again and smirked.

“It fits you; I promise it looks good,” I reassured him as we waited on Paul and Joe.

“I wonder what this is all about, I hope they ain’t sending me home,” Jey said as I grabbed his hand.

“Stop overthinking everything. You have nothing to worry about, “I said trying to hold in the secret I knew they were about to drop on him.

“Sorry we ran behind in the creative meeting,” Paul said coming in with Heyman and Joe behind him.  Joe and I exchanged smiles as he nodded at me, letting me know everything was a go.

“So Jey we’ve been thinking about a few things,” Paul said as I felt Jey grab my hand as I gently squeezed it in support.

“When Joe decided to come back he asked me for several things. One of them was to work a feud with you,” Paul said as you could hear a pin drop as I looked at the shocked look on Jey’s face.

“Jey say something,” I said as he blinked quickly and looked at Joe. “Are you serious, Uce?” he asked as Joe smiled at him.

“Yea, I want us to work together and make history. The world deserves to see how talented you are,” Joe said as I could tell Jey was overwhelmed.  

“We want to build a stable with your family. Though it’s months away before Jimmy can return to action, we want to bring him in to be apart of this now as well,” Paul said as I felt Jey’s grip tightening on my hand.

“So, uh, how is this gon’ work?” Jey asked as Heyman laughed. “We are all going to put our heads together and blow the wrestling worlds mind. This is going to be the best long-term storyline in the history of this company,” Heyman said as Jey sighed rubbing his hand over his face.

“That is the goal Jey, and I promise you, if you trust the process, you’re going to go further than you ever dreamed you could. So will Joe, Jimmy, and Sefa,” Paul said as Jey perked up at the mention of his baby brother’s name.

“Sefa…. Are you serious? Don’t play wit me ya’ll,” Jey said as Paul laughed. “Yes, we are going to bring your brother in when his contract expires with Arizona Wrestling expires Paul said as Joe smiled.

  “We are in charge of this and how it goes Uce, no writers just us in this room,” Joe said as Jey looked at me.

“Did you know Shantell?” Jey asked as I nodded. “Yea, I did and I’m very happy for you and I know you can do this,” I said as his innocent eyes pierced my soul.

“So, can I take this to the creative table and tell them we are all on board?” Heyman asked as I began to wonder what my part in all this was going to be since Joe said we all would be involved.  I was just here for moral support.

 “I see the wheels turning over there Shantell. I need you to be my eyes portraying this story on camera. What you’ve done with the Thunderdome has been amazing and I need you on this,” Paul said as I nodded in understanding.

“You know I got ya’ll, count me in,” I said without hesitation truly honored they wanted me to be a part of the masterpiece they were about to create.

“Glad you’re on-board Shantell. Now Jey are you in?” Heyman asked as Jey seemed to be in doubt. “I don’t know ya’ll, I’m use to tag wrestling and having Jimmy by my side. I can’t abandon my brother now, can I even do good as a singles wrestler,” Jey said expressing his fears openly to us.

I understood what he was saying but he needed to know he wasn’t leaving Jimmy behind, and he needed to get out of his own way and try.

They were all about to be elevated to another level.

“Hey, you deserve this and your not abandoning Jimmy he’s going to be right there with you through it all. You can do this, stop doubting yourself,” I said as he sighed appearing to be in deep thought as he contemplated the huge offer just put before him.

“A’ight, I’m in,” he whispered as I clapped in excitement before giving him a hug.

“Ya’ll are going to change the game with this, enjoy it,” I whispered as  Joe came over and joined in on our group hug.

“Let’s do this Uce, let’s run this place,” Joe said as Jey smiled at him. “Damn right let’s do this,” Jey said as Paul smiled at us.

“I’ll go let creative know everyone is on board,” Heyman said as we celebrated.

History was about to be made, the bloodline was here and ready to take over the wrestling world.

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Hell in a Cell

Jey’s POV

I had been followed by WWE cameras for the last few days. I allowed them into my home as they documented my history with Joe.

I was nervous at first, but with Shantell being their instructing the camera crew on how to film and when to give me space I felt better about the mini documentary.

 She knows me so well and I’m thankful for her. Joe really seems to think everything is about really take off for me, but I feel bad Jimmy is hurt.

“Aye, you can keep filming, but can you give us a minute and film back there,” I told Stu pointing to the back of the room as I talked to Tamina and Shantell.

“Hey, you good?” Shantell asked kneeling beside me as I sighed knowing I wasn’t, clad in my white gear and my lei Tamina had made I was losing it.

“Hey breath, just breathe Jey,” Shantell said rubbing my back as Tamina reached over and grabbed my hand.

“You gotta stop cuz,” she whispered as I nodded.  “This is how it’s supposed to be, you deserve this, Stop thinking you don’t belong here,” she cried reaching over as they both embraced me as I broke down.

“I’ll give ya’ll a moment,” I faintly heard Stu say as I nodded truly overwhelmed as I heard the door close.  

“You can do this, you are going to do this. Now let’s get it together,” Shantell said as I took a couple deep breaths. “I’ma kill it,” I said talking down my nerves as Tamina laughed wiping her tears.

“Yes, you are, now stop making us cry,” she said as Shantell wiped her own tears. “I got ya’ll, I‘m ready now,” I sighed trying to convince myself.

“We are going to leave you alone and let you get your mind right,” Shantell said giving me a kiss on the cheek before standing up readjusting her hat.

“Yea, we will be in Gorilla,” Tamina said giving me a hug.

“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do without ya’ll,” I said as Shantell smiled brightly at me. “We’ll see you soon,” she whispered as they left me to my thoughts.

Pulling myself up, I walked in front of the floor length mirror in my dressing room. I looked at myself in disbelief, I looked like a main even player.

I looked like I belonged and all that was left to do was to prove it tonight..

“This is it Josh, make it count and have fun,” I muttered to myself trying to shake off my nerves.

Tonight I knew I was losing but one day I know I will be world champion but for tonight I was going to put Joe over and began my career as new his right-hand man.

I hope the world is ready for this…

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September 2021

Shantell’s Condo

Pensacola, FL

My first year with the WWE had gone well, the bloodline storyline was thriving, everyone was captivated by their storyline, and it was breaking viewing records on YouTube and bringing in high ratings.

 Yes, life was great but these last few weeks I had a nagging feeling something was wrong and the bomb my mom just dropped on me confirmed my worries.

“What do you mean stage three, and she doesn’t want chemo!” I exclaimed as my mother pulled me into the living room.

“Don’t let her hear or see you like this Shan,” my mom whispered as I tried to control my tears.  “Can ya’ll keep mama company for a minute?” my mom asked Jey and Joe as they sadly retreated to the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell me before now?” I asked my mom as she sighed in defeat. “We didn’t want to worry you, it’s only been a few weeks baby,” she answered without hesitation.

“Ya’ll shoulda’ told when you found out mama,” I said trying to stay calm. I had to fix it, I had to convince her to do chemo.

“I don’t understand how this happened and why she doesn’t want to do chemo,” I whispered as my mother tried to control her own tears. 

“Baby, it’s stage three and is beginning to spread. Chemo isn’t going cure her, it only is going to prolong life,” my mother cried trying to get me to understand.

“So, what’s wrong with prolonging life,” I cried not wanting to accept they were giving up.

“Baby, she isn’t strong enough to go through this. Think about it…. Constant chemo just to live and you know how it wrecked her body before. That ain’t a life for anybody, she’s tired Shantell,” she said as I cleared my throat trying to stop my tears.  

I knew she was right, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I know she’s tired mama, in my mind, I know we have to let her go. I just wish somebody could explain it to my heart how to let her go,” I whispered in despair as we embraced each other.  

It was her choice and we had to accept it and prepare. How do you let go of someone you can’t imagine even existing in a world without them.

“Let’s go talk to her baby,” my mom said as I tried to get myself together.

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Joe’s POV

“When the time comes, ya’ll take care of them,” Gram said as I held her hand. “We still got some time, you ain’t leaving us yet,” Jey said as she smiled at him. “I love ya’ll sweet boys,” she said as I smiled at her. "We love you too," Jey said giving her a sad smile.

“We sure do and we gon’ take care of them both, don’t you worry Gram,” I reassured her as we sat in silence in the kitchen.

As Shantell and her mother came back into the kitchen, I felt like my heart was straining against my chest as I saw the look of helplessness on their faces.

Jey’s POV

Shantell came and sat beside her grandmother taking her hand in hers. “Hey, baby,” Gram whispered as Shantell smiled sadly at her. “Hey Gram,” she whispered as her grandmother caressed her face.

“Gram, I’m going to call Paul,” Shantell started as her grandmother interrupted her. “No, your not Shantell. You goin’ to go to work, I ain’t letting you do this again,” she said with conviction as Shantell closed her eyes, her tears flowing freely.

“Gram, I..I want to be here with you,” Shantell said as her mother interjected.

 “Shantell, you are working one day a week sometimes two. We can manage here, until you come home. You’re not putting your life on hold again,” she said making no room for argument as Shantell sighed in defeat.

 “I don’t like it,” Shantell said wiping her tears as Gram smiled at her. “Well too bad because we got this, your mama and I already talked it over,” she said hugging Shantell. I knew the road ahead was going to be hard and this loss was going to hurt Shantell deeply.

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May 16,2022

Raw

Trin’s POV

So much has been going on and the frustration is mounting. All of our schedules are picking up as we are appearing on both shows to help Raw with ratings.

The guys were thriving, while I was miserable. Sasha and I are really lacking teams to feud with.

 Shantell has been trying to help us voice our concerns to Mark, but he isn’t hearing anything we are saying and I’m ready to throw in the damn towel.

“You are going to do what we asked you to do and that’s the end of it. Stop being difficult or you both can walk,” Mark said as I looked at him in disbelief.

“Excuse me what did you say?” I asked Mark as he rolled his eyes at me. “I said you’re doing what I asked , or you can pack your shit and go home,” he said as Shantell looked at him like he was crazy.

“Aye, you need to calm down. They just brought you their concerns about the match and that’s what they are supposed to do. It ain’t no need to get rude,” Shantell said as I could tell she was about over his attitude as well.

“Shantell she ain’t getting special treatment cause' her husband is a star here. She should feel lucky we are considering her for this. They will be in the six-pack challenge; Sasha will pin her end of story,” he said as Sasha sighed in frustration.

 “She ain’t asking for special treatment she just asked a damn question. Will you listen to them, that’s your job,” Shantell said trying to reason with him.

“I ain’t got time for the theatrics today,” he said as I felt the fire rumbling within me.

“Look, I ain’t askin’ for no special treatment, but I deserve to be treated with respect. You don’t have to be rude, I just asked a question as to where the story was going,” I said feeling attacked and overwhelmed.

“I don’t think it makes sense for us to be in the title picture for the women’s title when we are tag champions. We need to be building a tag team division for us to compete against, instead of these random teams,” Sasha said as he scoffed at her.

Shantell’s POV

“Look we ain’t payin’ you to think. If we did you and Trin would both be broke!” he yelled as I as Trin and I both raised our eyebrows in shock.

Oh! So, you sayin’ we dumb? Look, you keep pushin’ but you don’t know me Mark, I ain’t the one,” Trin warned as her resolve was slipping. “Don’t know me either,” Sasha said fuming.

 “Ookk, and damn sure don’t know me! Cause’ one things for certain and two things for damn sure. If you say one more off the wall comment bout my sister or Sasha, we gon’ beat yo’ ass all up and though motherfucka. Think it’s a game Mark,” I said as he seemed to calm down at the new information he was being told.

“But you know what Shan? We ain’t gotta do that, cause he ain’t worth it. I should be thanking him because he just said made me realize something important,” Trin said looking at me with a sad smile as her unshed tears began to fall.

It painfully dawned on me she had reached the end of her rope, and I couldn’t blame her.

“What did you realize?” I asked as she took a deep breath trying to get her tears under control as she turned to face Mark who wore an unreadable expression on his face.  

“I realized that I have gave my all to this business to not be appreciated.  Constantly looked over because I don’t fit the mold of what they thought was marketable. I had to watch with a smile on my face as less talented people got ahead," she said unwavering, her voice strong and with conviction.

“You sure did put up with a lot of bullshit, patience of a damn saint,” Sasha muttered as Trin continued speaking her truth.

  “I put up with the constant disrespect but no more! I’m tired,” Trin cried as I felt my heart breaking for her.

“So I’ma take your advice Mark and leave,” she said wiping her tears. Slowly nodding her head in realization as to what she was actually doing and was at peace with it.

“What are you talking about?” Mark asked in shock.

“You heard me,I’m done…..Yea, I’m just done,” Trin said calmy walking out of the dressing room  “Fuck,”I muttered angry that everything had went this far.

“You know what? She’s right, I’m out too,” Sasha whispered following behind Trin.

I could tell he wasn’t expecting that outcome as he looked rather ill.

“If I was you, I would be really worried about the ass whopping you bout to catch for disrespecting Trin,” I said as I saw the look of fear set in as he processed what had just transpired.

“Better yet wait until I call Paul and tell him how you’re the reason two of his top female stars just walked out,” I said as he began to walk towards me.  

“Shantell you gotta help me,” he said as I looked at him like he was insane.

“Nawl, you was Billy Badass a few minutes ago. Keep that same energy,” I said leaving him alone in the dressing room in search of Trin and Sasha.

“Sasha wait!” I called out as I saw her moving swiftly towards the exit with her bags. “I’m good Shan, my husband is getting the car. I promise I’ll call you, I just need to get outta here,” she said hurrying out of the building.

“Damn it Trin where are you?” I muttered now searching the halls hoping I found Jimmy before she did.

Rounding the corner, I cringed as Jimmy came storming out of the bloodline dressing room with everyone hot on his heels.

 “Jon don’t! It’s not worth it!” Trin yelled, as he was trying to push past Jey who wasn’t moving. “I can’t let you do this Uce, let’s go talk,” Jey pleaded as Jimmy growled in frustration.

“Where the fuck is he!? I’ma kill his ass!” Jimmy yelled as Joe gently took Trin in his arms trying to calm her down.

 “Jurdy, I wanna leave, can we just please go,” she pleaded as Jimmy began pacing.

“Move Uce! I can’t let this slide, he been doin’ shit like this! I gotta Get his ass!” Jimmy yelled as Jey put his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

"Bro, let’s just go, and try to figure out what to do next. Trin needs you right now, look at her Uce," Jey said as Jimmy looked at Trin crying in Joe’s arms.

 "Let’s get outta here, we don’t need folks in our family business,” Joe said firmly as I went to Jimmy.

“Jonathon, Trin held her head high in there, and spoke from her heart. She said her peace about everything she felt and made her choice I said trying to reason with him. 

"Shan, he fuckin' "Jimmy started as Jey stopped him from talking so I could continue.

“She did the hard part, now she needs her husband to tell her it’s ok and he has her back,” I said as Jimmy seemed to be calming down.  

"I always got her back, she ain’t neva gotta question dat. It just didn’t have to go down like dat Shan. He ain’t had to do all dat to her,” he said pacing as I nodded in understanding.

“I know, but he did and now we gon’ deal with it,” I said rubbing his shoulder.

“I don’t want her to leave,” he whispered as Trin ran into his arms as the embraced each other tightly.

“I  gotta go babe, I can’t do this no more. It’s just too much to deal with,” she cried as he kissed her the top of her head gently. “I know it Trin….I know,” he whispered in defeat as we all looked on helplessly.

Damn…..The hits just kept coming, Trin just quit and her future was uncertain.

In my time in knowing her though I knew she would bounce back better than ever, just give her time.

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Clash at the Castle

September 3, 2022

Shantell’s POV

“Shantell, you need rest,” Paul said as I sipped on my hot coco. “I’m good, I promise,” I said as we got ready for the main event.  

“You look tired,” he pressed as I sighed putting my headset back on ignoring him. We needed to finish the show strong.

The crowd was hot, and they deserved the best show.

I had been on the go these last few months with Gram being sick and trying to stay on top of stuff here. I also help out Trin on my off days too, she just had shoulder surgery.

I have to say she was making good use of her time off getting old injuries fixed. Her and Jimmy were going strong but were still trying to get use to not seeing each other everyday.

Tonight, Sefa is coming into the fold to take his place in the bloodline. I couldn’t wait to see what ride they were going to take us on next.

Jimmy and Jey were given this PPV off storyline wise so I felt better about being over here in England knowing they were in Pensecola. They had been checking in on mama and Gram. Mama Uce even cooked for them a couple times a week.  Throughout this difficult time they all were a godsend and I owed them so much.

“How is your grandmother,” Paul asked as I smiled at him. “She’s doin’ ok, I mean the doctor told us six months and here we are pulling up on a year, so I am thankful,” I said really just grasping how time had really flew by.  

“Camera five, pan out Sefa’s coming your way,” I alerted seeing him come from the side. “Who is that?” Jane asked as I laughed. “I’m sorry, I meant Solo. Jane, my bad,” I laughed.

“We’re going to crown a brand new champion!” Cole screamed as the ref began to count. “What the hell! Someone just pulled the official out of the ring!" Cole’s excited voice rang in my headset.

“Camera eight it’s on you I need a side view,” I instructed as they focused on Solo as he pulled down his hood. “That is Solo Sikoa the Uso’s younger brother!” Cole announced as I smiled.

“Money shot!” I yelled as Paul laughed at me. “You enjoy this shit entirely too much,” he said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Pan to Drew then back to Solo, I need that shot between camera twelve and hard camera,” I said watching the ending play out.

“Good call on that,” Paul praised as Joe and Solo walked up the ramp together. “Come on look back Joe,” I muttered to myself as Joe seemingly turned and posed as the fireworks went off.

“Great work! Team pace out shots of Drew and Joe along with Solo to close out in 5,4,3,2,1 and we are out!” I exclaimed, happy that it was over.

I quickly put my headset down and went to wait for them by the curtain.  I ran and hugged Solo as soon as he hit the curtain. “Congratulations!!” I yelled in excitement as he and Joe laughed at me.

“I take It your happy for me,” Solo said laughing as I handed him my phone. “Yes, now call your wife. she’s been blowing me up. She’s so excited,” I said leaning over to giving Joe a hug next.

“Damn, we are leveling up sis. Time for even something bigger,” Joe said as I smiled at him.

“Can you enjoy the moment for a change and stop trying to jump to the next thing,” I said as he shrugged his shoulders at me.

“I can’t help it, I’m excited,” he said as Solo passed me back my phone.

“Sis, it’s your mom,” he said as my heart dropped. “What’s wrong mama?” I asked as Joe’s smile dropped.

“You need to come home,I think this is it baby. We’re at the hospital,” she whimpered as I took a deep breath trying not to lose it listening to my mom cry.

"I love you, and  I’m on my way,” I said now on autopilot as I began moving around trying to gather up my things.

“What did she say?” Joe asked trying to keep up with me as I ignored him. “Shantell stop, what’s wrong?” Joe asked stopping me from moving.

 “They had to take Gram to the hospital and mom thinks this is it,” I whispered as Joe pulled me into a comforting hug as Solo went over to Paul to let him know what was going on.

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Joe’s POV

Paul sent us home on the jet and it was the longest flight of my life. Shantell was quiet the majority of the time and seemed to be trying to process everything curled up in a seat by the window as we flew over the Atlantic.  

Eventually she fell asleep and I called Jey. I needed to know and prepare for what we were walking into.

“Aye, are ya’ll in the air yet?” Jey asked as I sighed. “Yea, we are we got about three hours left. Shantell is finally asleep, so I wanted to call and see what was going on,” I said trying to keep my voice down.

“Uce, they think this is it. She has sepsis in the colon and at this point all they can do is make her comfortable. It’s anytime now,” Jey whispered as I felt my own tears fall. “Damn it Gram,” I muttered.

“They are waiting for Shantell and her aunt to get here so the doctor can explain everything,” Jey said as I laid back in my seat.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen like this Jey,” I said as I heard the breaking in his voice. “Yea, I know. Ya’ll just get here safe, and I’ll see ya’ll when you get here,” Jey said as I reluctantly hung up.

I was dreading getting off this jet even more after my conversation with him but I knew one was for certain we were all going to be with Shantell through all of this.

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Pensacola Memorial Hospital

Jey’s POV

I didn’t know what to say or do as we all gathered into the family consultation room as Shantell and Joe were downstairs and on the way up.

The room quiet as Shantell’s mom and sister sat opposite each other and I could feel the tension between them.

Trin and I looked at each other feeling sad witnessing the moment between the sisters but we were here for Shantell and her mom.

Jimmy came in with Sofia and sat on the other couch. “Shantell wanted to see Gram and should be in shortly. The doctor should be in soon too,” Sofia said as I nodded.

I was so grateful to know Sofia was the RN assigned to Gram tonight. I knew she would be in good hands.

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Shantell’s POV

“Gram, I’m here,” I whispered as she opened her eyes. She tried to talk as I shushed her to stop trying knowing it was uncomfortable with the  tubes in her mouth and nose.

Her hand reached up and caressed my face as tears began falling from her eyes. I grabbed her hand and kissed it. I knew in that moment she was hanging on for me but was ready to go.

“She’s waiting on you to tell her it’s ok to go babydoll,” Joe muttered wrapping his arms around me. gently placing a kiss on my temple as I broke down in his arms.

“I’m here wit you,” he soothed as I could only nod my pain to great to even put into words, but I knew I had to let her go.

 She looked so tired and not like herself, I couldn’t be selfish. “Gram, are you tired?” I whispered and without hesitation she nodded slowly. Quickly blinking her eyes as more unshed tears escaped them before she looked at me again.  

 “It’s ok Gram, I’m ok….Me, mama and auntie are going to be ok,” I whispered reassuring her as she nodded. Leaning over I gently kissed her forehead and then her cheek.

“I love you,” I whispered as she nodded placing her hand in mine as we sat in silence.

Joe’s text alert went off as he sighed. “The doctor is waiting Shan,” he whispered as I nodded taking a deep breath.  Reaching over I hugged my grandmother. “I’ll be back,” I said as she shook her head at me.

“Gram, please,” I started as she shook her head again as I sighed.

“She don’t want you to see her this way,” Joe whispered as Gram slowly nodded indicating he was right.

Sighing in defeat I gave her a look to let her know the conversation wasn’t over.

Walking to the consultation room I felt numb and couldn’t believe this was really happening.

 Jey’s POV

“They on the way,” I said to Shantell’s mom and aunt. “Good because somebody needs to tell me something,” Shantell’s aunt said as Trin and I shifted uncomfortably in our seats.

I understood how she was feeling but she’s been rude as hell since she’s got here.  

“Why are ya’ll even in here? This is for family only, and you’re not family,” she said looking around at us as I heard Trin sigh in frustration.

 “Lady, don’t make me read you yo’ damn rights up in here,” Sofia started as I reached over and patted her knee. Calm down sis, I whispered as she took a breath shakin’ her head in disbeilf.

 “Ain’t even been here for yo’ mama, and now wanna come in here and take over,” Sofia muttered as Trin cleared her throat trying to mask what Sofia said. Thank god it seemed only Trin, Jimmy and me heard it.

“They here because while you���ve been in Ohio livin’ your life, they’ve been helping Shantell and I take care of mama. Mama loves them all and considers them family and so do I. So, you can either deal with it or get out,” Shantell’s mother said as her sister dropped her head in shame.

“I’m sorry ya’ll this is just a lot, and I meant no harm,” she said as I nodded at her in understanding.

Seeing Shantell and Joe walk in I felt even more helpless. She looked so broken hugging her mom, aunt, and Sofia.

"Thanks for being here ya’ll," she whispered as Jimmy, Trin and I stood up to give her a hug.

“We love you,” Trin whispered as Shantell nodded and sat beside me with Joe on the other side as I grabbed her hand.

I felt her tense as the doctor began talking. I rubbed her hand trying to calm her down as Sofia got up went to stand behind Shantell putting her hands on her shoulders.

“I wish I had better news to report but we found sepsis, and her organs functions are slowing down. Even with treatment if her heart stops, we can’t perform life saving measures,”he said as Shantell’s mom broke down.

“Why is that?  I mean you all have the equipment you need to do what’s necessary,” Shantell’s aunt started as the doctor interrupted her.

“Your mother signed a DNR when we brought her in, and she did another one a couple weeks ago at her last doctor’s appointment. It’s in her records, did she not tell you,” the doctor asked as I saw Shantell shake her head in disbelief. 

“Aww, Gram,”Shantell muttered as her mother was trying to process the inormation the doctor was saying.

“What is a DNR?” her aunt asked as Shantell wiped her tears.  “It means do not resistitate auntie,” she whispered as her aunt scoffed at the notion.

“No! She wouldn’t do that!” she cried as Shantell took over asking the questions. “How long does she have?” Shantell asked as her aunt interrupted.

 “Shantell be quiet It ain’t going to even come to that. Mama is going to bounce back,” she said in denial.

“She is dying! What part of that don’t you understand!” Shantell cried as Sofia rubbed her shoulders.

“It’s ok Shan, just breathe,” Sofia coached as I tightened my grip on her hand as her knee began to bounce nervously as Joe caressed her knee.

“How long does she have doctor?” Tanya asked as the doctor cleared his throat.

“We will be lucky if she makes it through the night,” he responded as Shantell stormed out of the room without another word.

“I got her Uce,” I said stopping Joe from getting up as I went in search of Shantell.

I saw her getting on the elevator, as I rushed to get in before it’s doors closed. Her body leaned against the back wall, her body trembling as she cried..

 Reaching over I hit the emergency button as we stopped.

I knew she needed a minute before we stepped off the elevator to the prying eyes of strangers.

Her tear-filled eyes piercing my soul as her tears flowed like a river down her beautiful face. “Josh” she whimpered enclosing her hands over her face as I closed the distance between us taking her in my arms.

"Let it out baby," I whispered consoling her as her silent cries began to grow louder as she fought against releasing her pain.

A soul crushing scream fell from her lips as I refused to let her go.

“AAAAAH! GRAM!!!” she cried fighting against me as I held her tighter.

“I ain’t letting you go, Shan…. Do you hear me? I got you, I always got you. Just lean on me baby,” I whispered as the woman I loved continued to fall apart in my arms.

“I can’t do this,” Shantell cried as I held her tight.

“You ain’t gotta do it alone, we all here and we gon’ get through this together,” I soothed as she nodded, her hands now gripping my shirt tightly as I rubbed her back.  

Trying to wrangle in her emotions, she pulled away, wiped her tears and began taking deep breaths as she paced the elevator.

It was like she was preparing herself for what she knew she needed to do.

 I watched in awe at the sudden calmness washing over her beautiful face as she cleared her throat and stopped pacing.

Several minutes passed and I knew we needed to turn the elevator back on before they sent out the calvary.

“You ready beautiful?” I asked as she nodded as I restarted the elevator. “Go back up,” she whispered as I hit the seventh floor.

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 Shantell’s POV

The calmness and peace that washed over the room is something I will never forget. My grandmother’s body stilled as she took her final breath as my mother sliently weeped at the loss of her mom along with her sister.

“Are we calling it?” Sofia asked as the doctor as he finished checking her vitals and looked at the clock.

“Call it…. Time of death 12:35 am September 5,2022 he said as I gently leaned over and kissed my grandmother goodbye before walking out of the room.

“Sis, you ok?” Jimmy asked as I smiled sadly at him and Trin. “She’s gone,” I whispered taking a seat beside Joe and Jey as we all sat in silence and grief.

Damn it Gram, you really got us with this one……

My name is Shantell Johnson and my grandmother Renae “Gram” Johnson died on September 5, 2022, and she took a piece of my heart right along with her.

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Hihihhii! Congrats on 2.5k~ for the event, can i request thoma+college au+lepidolite+clear quartz? :)

synopsis: your boyfriend cheers you up during a stressful time in college

with the prompts: stress + healing from hurt !

characters: thoma x gn!reader

wc: 527

warnings: hurt/comfort, college au, modern au, stress, crying, college is a pain in the ass

notes: this is part of my 2.5k followers event! thank you so much for participating in the event! i definitely relate to this fic a lot, but unfortunately do not have someone like thoma around to help me 😭

“Well, this sentence is a little out of place but that’s okay!” Thoma says awkwardly as he highlights yet another error on your paper for a final in one of your classes.

You resist the urge to bang your head against the table or maybe just slump into your boyfriend and go to sleep, forget about that stupid class altogether.

Thoma glances at you from his spot on the floor next to you, a worried look on his face as he examines the dark bags under your eyes. His back rests against the sofa behind him, and he places the paper down on the small wooden coffee table in front of him, “We can take a break, if you’d like? I could cook you something?”

“No,” you mumble tiredly, “it’s fine, let’s just get this over with.”

Thoma nods and adjusts the sweatshirt he’s wearing before picking the paper back up, dragging the back of his highlighter across the page until he found the paragraph he left off on.

The following five minutes consist of him pointing out small grammatical errors, a few misspelled words, but he mostly just mumbled incoherent things to himself. Meanwhile, you close your eyes and lean your head back against the couch cushions, mindlessly nodding along to whatever he says.

“Did you get that?” he asks.

You hum and he continues.

“This whole paragraph right here is way too vague, if I’m being honest.” Even though his words sound sweet, you can’t help but feel a sharp pain in your chest from the building stress.

You still had another exam to study for tomorrow at noon, a project due for a chemistry lab the day after, and several other small homework assignments from some rather stingy professors that couldn’t bear to give up a day of work — even at the end of the semester.

“So if you just take out this part…” Thoma trails off as a sniffle rings out. Immediately the paper falls from his hands and he’s turning to face you, “Wait, are you crying? Oh no, did I say something wrong?”

Your face falls weightlessly into your hands to shield him from seeing your tears and all the stress that pours out with them, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no! Hey, it’s okay! You don’t need to apologize, we all get stressed sometimes,” he rubs gentle circles on your back as you lean into him. The gentle features of his face crease into a frown as you continue to cry.

Quietly, his arms wrap around you and pull you into a tender hug. And he just sits there and listens so patiently it almost makes you cry a little harder from how gentle he is.

“I can’t do it, Thoma,” you sniffle lightly as your tears subside. His hand reaches to hold yours as he moves so you can lay against him more comfortably.

“Of course you can,” he says reassuringly, placing a tiny kiss to your temple, ”and I’ll be here to help you, okay? We can finish this together.”

“Really?” you look up into his eyes.

“Mhm,” he hums sweetly, “I’ll always be here to help you.”

[softguarnere]

Hello 😭 I really love your bofb fanfics and headcanons!! They are really awesome ✨ Also, I wonder if you could write a headcanon with Speirs, Luz, Liebgott, Roe, Welsh and Babe about the male reader being hurted during the battle and how they would react to that 😭😭? If yes, then thank you so, so much <33

Hi Anon! Thank you so much, I'm so glad that you enjoy them 🤗 I don't think I've ever written anything with Harry before, so I hope his turned out okay

Speirs

As an officer, Speirs would probably make a point of not showing favoritism towards you

But that becomes very difficult when he hears that you were wounded on the patrol

His reaction would probably be similar to how he reacted when Grant was shot

Letting the façade slip ever so slightly, the willingness to show a little more emotion in front of his men because someone he cares about was just hurt

When he gets to you, he definitely stays there the entire time, the medics working under his eagle-eyed watch

He's not trying to intimidate them or anything - he's just stressed out and waiting for the chance to talk to you

"You look mad," you note when you're finally alone.

Immediately, Ron's face softens. "Sorry. I've just been worrying about you."

"I know. You're not nearly so callous as everyone makes you out to be." You smile, teasing, even though you've just been hurt - your ability to find a bright side or the humor in a situation is one of the things that Ron admires and loves most about you. "Be careful though, Sparky. If too many people see you caring about me, it might ruin that heartless reputation of yours."

He can't help but laugh. For you, he would do anything, no matter what it did to his reputation

Luz

After what happened to Muck and Penkala, the thought of anyone he cares about getting hurt makes Luz feel sick to his stomach

And when he hears you're wounded? The color just drains from his face because he fears the worst

Luckily, you're not too hurt

(So then why is adrenaline coursing through his veins like he's preparing to run a marathon?)

When you see him come to the aid station, you flash him a smile. He tries, really, to return it, but it comes out as something closer to a grimace

"You come to cheer me up Luz?"

He's more than happy to see that you're okay, but he can't find it in him to crack any sort of joke to make you feel better

Instead, he presses a quick kiss to your temple. "Don't go scaring me like that again."

Liebgott

Okay it's during Bastogne and Liebgott has just gotten back from being Winters' runner for the day

At first when he realizes that you're not in your foxhole, he thinks that you've gone to make the rounds and visit your friends

Only he can't find you anywhere

Finally, Doc Roe tells him that you caught some shrapnel and were taken into the town

He's never seen Joe's eyes so wide, seen him so speechless, seen him scared, even - no one has

He guides Liebgott back into Bastogne so that he can see you

Joe is calm until he reaches the church and sees you, then he's power walking to the cot you sit on and has you in his arms in a second, holding you tight

"Are you okay?" He asks, and when you tell him that you are, he wants to make sure. "Promise?"

"I am. Are you?"

He squeezes your hand. "I am now."

Roe

As the company's medic, he's the first to arrive when he hears someone yell for help

But he feels like his heart stops beating when he realizes that the person who's hurt is you

For a moment he freezes. Spina is by his side, asking, "Do you want me to take this one?"

Somehow, that spurs Gene into action, helping patch you up as quickly as he can

Prepare to have your own personal doctor for the next few days, because he's constantly checking in with you to make sure that you're okay

"I never doubted that I would recover," you joke after the war is over and everyone is more capable of talking about certain events. You offer Gene a smile and a wink. "I mean, how could I not heal with the world's best medic taking care of me?"

No matter how much time passes, it never fails to make him blush

Welsh

No okay but I feel like he would be a lot more calm than everyone expects?

Like, the other officers don't know what he's going to do when he hears the news, but they feel like Harry is going to run off to find you the moment they tell him

He does leave when he hears that you're hurt, but he handles the whole thing very well

He asks the medics very clear questions about your condition, asks you how you feel, etc.

It's not until after the war that you find out why he was so calm

"I didn't want to scare you," he admits. "Because it felt appropriate that only one of us could freak out, and as the wounded man, it was your right."

Luckily, you both remained calm, managing to avoid scaring each other over the incident

But not a day goes by, even after the war, where Harry doesn't breathe a sigh of relief over the fact that you're okay

Babe

Who can blame him, really, for being worried after he's lost so many of his friends in Bastogne?

Babe would rush to your side the minute that he heard you were wounded - and he would remain there until he was perfectly certain that you're okay

He would be asking Doc Roe a hundred questions, trying to make sure that you're okay

Probably wouldn't let you out of his sight for the rest of the war. I mean, he almost lost someone else that he cares about, and he's not about to let that happen

In Austria, you ask him about it. You love him, but you feel bad that he worries for you so much

When the end of the war is announced, you can't help but smile at him. "Well, Babe, all that determination paid off - I made it to the end."

"Yeah," he would laugh. "All thanks to me."

He means it as a joke, but seeing how much he cared about you really made all the difference. You kiss him on the cheek. "All thanks to you," you agree

Thanks for the request, Anon, and I hope you like these! 💕🕊️

[misspelledwordswizard]

Chapter 12 -  I would love to know how people entertained themselves before technology.

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We had been walking for almost an hour, we woke up well after sunrise and were blessed with the opportunity to have a hearty breakfast. It was clear that the Old man was apprehensive, since the attack the night before, he had spared no effort in fulfilling his order not to keep me alone, no matter which way I went, there would always be two heroes on my neck. It is annoying, but I understand that it is necessary, it is better this way.

Due to the previous events there was also an evident concern about a question that had been raised previously: What does the Shadow want with me? I cannot think of plausible reasons that do not lead me to paranoia that it is possible that it is aware of my secret, and if that is true, then I am in serious trouble.

I hate lying to them, the heroes who are trying so hard to help me, but I am not as brave as they are, I do not feel ready for them to know the truth, I am afraid of losing them. But if anyone, especially him, finds out about this, they can use it as blackmail against me. That shadow, if he tries to attack me again, no, when he tries to attack me again I will try to get information out of him. I will need to learn the gift of getting information out of him through idle chatter.

The sun was not so strong today, which is actually a relief for my burnt skin begging for mercy. Unfortunately, what was different from the previous day was also the lack of fun in the group, everyone was worried and distressed, so much so that not even a good night’s sleep and being well fed could lift their spirits. Maybe last night everyone was trying to maintain the good vibes so as not to cause me more stress, but today no one had that much energy.

Luckily for me, Wind was not the type to push you out of bed, we had a peaceful night without disturbances. Four, on the other hand, had been complaining since he woke up about how Wild was kicking, pushing and stealing the blanket. I think the idea of sharing beds in the stables was completely annihilated after that.

— You seem worried. – Wars spoke next to me, loud enough for only me to hear, his tone was not very cheerful, bordering on concern.

— I can’t stop thinking about possible reasons that brought me here. – I was sincere in my answer, he didn’t need to know the details, but it was okay to tell him.

— It sounds crazy, doesn’t it? But don’t worry, we’ll get your life back to normal, even if it takes a while.

I smiled, thanking him for trying to comfort me, but deep down I know that neither of us is sure of what might happen. No matter what I did, the bad feeling of discomfort wouldn’t go away, it was like a bad premonition that followed me and whispered in my ear that I shouldn’t be there.

This whole walk seemed pointless to me, even though I knew the final goal, after all, I probably wouldn’t even be able to enter the forest, and even if I did, I wouldn’t see anything. But the part that discouraged me the most was knowing that we have to keep walking down this road, with nothing intriguing along the way, na absolute bore. Maybe my quiet life reading books wasn’t as boring as I thought.

According to Wild, it was about a day and a half’s walk from the stable we left to the next one, Woodland Stable, so we would end up camping halfway, near the bridge. I observed the surroundings absentmindedly, looking for something interesting to keep my attention, but I couldn’t concentrate, until I noticed Hyrule somewhat apart from everyone else. Curiosity overcame me, suddenly the slightest bit of intrigue was enough to entertain me, anything was better than walking for hours in silence – I miss being able to listen to music while doing boring and repetitive things.

I walked faster to get to the Traveler, but kept a certain distance to observe and find out if it was appropriate to start a conversation. It was then that I saw something shiny approaching the boy right in front of me, who seemed to be waiting for it. The small floating ball of light flew quickly towards Hyrule, rubbing itself affectionately on his cheeks as a form of greeting. A fairy, who seemed to be a friend of the hero, definitely.

Adorable, to say the least, this seemed to cheer up the Traveler, who laughed excitedly, momentarily drawing the attention of the others, who seemed accustomed to it as they merely shrugged their shoulders with na occasional smile at seeing their brother happy.

I felt even more intrigued, assuming that it would be no problem, I approached the happy duo, trying to formulate a coherent sentence, but I was noticed before I could do so. The little fairy flew towards me so quickly that it hit my forehead, with such a loud thud that the noise drew the attention of those around us and the little fairy ended up falling back dizzy. She quickly recovered and began to circle me excitedly.

— Hm, hello? – I said shyly, embarrassed to be caught looking and still momentarily catch everyone’s attention. Rulie laughed softly when she saw her little friend’s excitement.

— You’re as beautiful as the great fairy said! You’re perfect! – The little fairy’s high-pitched voice resounded not very loudly, it was rare to see fairies talking, especially to common Hylians like me, their voices sounded like a tinkling of bells, yes, Peter Pan was right.

— I, well, thank you, that’s very kind. – I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment, being complimented by a fairy like that so randomly was a life situation that I would put in a diary, if that makes sense. – I’m perfect for what? – The last sentence the little fairy said intrigued me, I saw the hero look surprised at my question in the background, but the fairy just ignored it and continued speaking, so quickly that I couldn’t understand.

— This is my si- friend. A friend I made during my adventures. – Hyrule explained to me as the little fairy returned to his side, landing on his shoulder.

— Yes, friends! And you, what you and Link are? – The fairy spoke provocatively, but was cut off by a nervous hero.

— Anyway, she just came to say hi, it’s not safe for a fairy to accompany us on this trip. But I’m glad you met! – Hyrule spoke hurriedly as he walked away, taking the fairy with him while whispering something to her sternly.

I sighed in frustration. There goes my entertainment. I wonder what made him so nervous, maybe he just didn’t want the little fairy to explain about his adventures, he was a child at the time, he must have done several shameful or adorable things. Now I wanted to be able to talk to the fairy even more.

I looked around for anything else that caught my attention. God, even after so many years I’m still influenced by the habits of my past life. I was always surrounded by information and entertainment due to the Internet and various different forms of entertainment, or even due to various problems. Now, my life was simple and my biggest source of dopamine was the books I read, something I can’t do now.

Over the years as I grew up, I discovered that life here is very sad for those who know the technological world. Or maybe it was because I don’t have any friends. I mean, if I had a lot of friends I could have fun listening to gossip about their lives or just go out and do stupid things, even if it was in the middle of nowhere with nothing really fun to do.

How boring.

◇

We were finally stopping after hours of walking. I could no longer feel my feet and my legs were shaking with exhaustion. I sat down under the shade of a tree, relief hitting me as hard as a gunshot. Next to me, a smaller body joined me. Four looked exhausted. The poor guy had barely slept and was still forced to walk for hours without stopping.

I was going to comfort him, offering him the water I was about to drink, but I was surprised to feel a weight on my shoulder. The blond head was hanging to the side, resting on my left shoulder while the boy breathed calmly as if nothing was bothering him. The bastard fell asleep. I couldn’t stay mad, with him so close I could see the dark circles under his eyes. In the end, I owe the blacksmith, he was always so kind and tried so hard to help me, he even made me a sword. I’m still mad about yesterday’s painful training, but I’ll forget about it for now, I’ll charge him when he’s in good shape.

I felt my body relax from the previous tension due to the unexpected contact, his neck would hurt if he slept like that, so I pulled his small body closer and moved the blond head gently so that it was on my lap, much more comfortable for both of us. I leaned against the tree and sighed, feeling my eyelids grow heavy as fatigue hit me again.

 The idea of taking a nap before we got back on the road was tempting, but that possibility was snatched away from me when a steaming bowl of food was placed in front of my face, the smell so good it woke me up immediately. Wild chuckled softly at my reaction as he handed me the food, and I had to control myself from drooling right there. The Cook sat on my right side with his own bowl as we ate together in comfortable silence. I wondered if I should wake the blacksmith to eat, but putting myself in his shoes I figured I would be annoyed if he woke me up in na exhausted state to eat. He can sleep for now, I’ll ask the Champion to save some food for Four to eat along the way.

I heard the sound of male laughter nearby in the distance. The sailor seemed to be cheering everyone up with his adventure stories. Good thing the mood was very tense. I wouldn’t want it to last too long. Even from a distance, I could see that Time still looked very serious, stressed to say the least. After all, he must have a lot on his shoulders, a lot to worry about.

Maybe I should try talking to him later. I may not be useful in battle, but I have some emotional knowledge that I can share with these poor traumatized boys, some of them not so young anymore, but still just as traumatized. But that would have to wait, a more private moment when I didn’t have a man on my lap.

God, that sounded weird.

My food bowl was empty in no time. Wild was kind enough to bring it to me since I couldn’t get up at the moment. Lost in thought again, I ran my hands through the blond hair in my lap. It was incredibly silky. It was addictive to run my fingers through the soft locks. I would ask him what conditioner he used if I didn’t know that the answer would be “none”.

My eyes closed again in tiredness, I hope someone wakes me up when it’s time to leave, because I’m taking a nap right now, and I don’t blame myself for that.

◇

I was woken up not long after, still groggy from sleep, I continued walking without even paying attention to my surroundings. The further we walked, the more I questioned my life decisions. Actually, lives decisions, in the plural. The sun was already well to the west and the weather was cloudy, it was definitely better than walking under the scorching sun, but that also meant a chance of rain along the way, and considering that we would have to sleep under the stars that night, it wasn’t something I wanted to witness.

I approached Wind, putting na arm around his shoulders to keep my balance as I threw my weight onto him, making him stagger. I laughed and removed my weight, keeping my arm on his shoulders out of pure laziness, luckily he just laughed and didn’t complain. I continued to ramble as we walked side by side, but I could feel that the sailor was restless, something that wasn’t very common, since he always says everything on his mind.

— What happened? – I asked cautiously, not wanting to invade his personal space.

— I just... – He looked at me with those abandoned puppy dog eyes. – I’m worried about you, it’s not fair that you ended up involved in all this and now you’re in danger. You didn’t have to go through this.

The way he cared for me made my heart ache, poor kid, his own life is chaos and he still finds time to spend with my troubled self. I wanted to comfort him, take away his sadness, but the truth is I didn’t know how. I’ve never dealt with this before, I don’t know what to do, when can I comfort him about something that shakes me to the core?

— You don’t need to worry your little head about that, I’m fine, in the end I don’t regret anything, if none of this had happened I wouldn’t have met you. – I tried to comfort him in the best way I could think of, in the end it’s not a lie, my life is chaos, but before I was lost, I was alone.

The sailor didn’t say anything else, but I could see him sigh and smile melancholically, accepting my answer and putting his arm around my back, in a side hug as we walked. Mental fatigue was starting to set in on me, along with, of course, physical fatigue, I really didn’t have the energy to deal with all this, I could feel less and less like interacting.

Spending so much time only made me unaccustomed to all this attention, being surrounded by people could be very good, but I still couldn’t do it for so long, I like my space. But I have nowhere to run, I’m stuck with constant company due to my current dangerous situation. Not that I don’t enjoy their company, I really do. Being with them makes me happy, but I feel suffocated by having to keep so much inside me, without being able to vent or get it out. Maybe it would be smart to get a new diary. At least I know my secrets will be safe as long as I keep them written in Earth’s alphabet.

I felt a cold, damp sting in my nose. I instinctively looked up and saw dense rain clouds beginning to fall upon us. The others noticed just as quickly. With an order from Time, we started to hurry, picking up the pace to reach the shelter beneath a group of trees near the path.

We went as fast as we could, but even so, we arrived completely soaked at the improvised shelter. The trees didn’t work miracles, rain still passed through the leaves, but most of it was blocked, allowing us a moment to breathe. We were still very far from the next stable, there was no way we could try to get there like that. We all struggled to get the excess rainwater off our bodies and hair, but the damage was already done. Twilight shook his head aggressively to dry his hair, like a wet dog, which resulted in more splashes falling on me and Wind.

The rancher apologized, but that didn’t stop us from giving him irritated looks. I pulled the brat next to me closer to a tree where was drier, grabbing my own towel from my bag and rubbing it on his blond hair to dry him as much as possible, doing the same to myself soon after. While we tried to dry ourselves and not get more wet, Warriors and Legend worked to spread a long cloth between the trees to have some kind of protection against the icy drops of rain. It’s likely that we’ll stay here until the rain stops, or even until daybreak.

The fabric used as a temporary roof was thick and made of a nearly waterproof material, it seems that they had already taken precautions well in advance of a possible similar situation. Wild gathered as many dry branches as he could find for a makeshift campfire, which would be used mainly for warmth. We all huddled around the low fire that we struggled to maintain as the silence echoed, only the sound of the rain in the background creating a somewhat soothing soundtrack.

The space we had didn’t allow us to spread out too much, so we would have to deal with this tangle of bodies seeking warmth. The Cook provided food for us to eat later while the others, with nothing much to do, just stood there, some sulking – Legend more specifically – while others seemed more frustrated or tired.

I sighed heavily, leaning back, leaning against the tree behind me, followed by Sky who wasted no time in settling down for a nap until the rain stopped or the food was ready, whichever came first.

Wind played absentmindedly with a branch, making random drawings in the damp earth. Time watched the horizon, trying to identify when this storm would pass. Many followed the chosen hero’s example and relaxed, Four was grateful to be able to sleep a little longer, while others were content to remain bored and lost in thought. I didn’t feel tired enough to sleep, but I wasn’t willing to lose myself even further in the depressive depths of my thoughts and ideas, so I tried to make conversation.

— Well, at least it’s not thundering. – I said, looking at the sky, trying to sound positive, but soon after a loud bang was heard, refuting me. – Oh, fuck it!

I heard some laughter about my terrible luck and a frustrated sigh coming from the older man. Boredom took over me, I tried to distract myself by thinking about the different things I liked on Earth, cartoons, series, movies, music. Anything. I tried to go over movies I liked in my mind, from watching so much I knew almost all the lines of my favorite movie, but there were still some gaps in continuity due to old memory. When I noticed, I was humming different songs of things I liked, without worrying about the curious looks due to the songs unknown to others.

That didn’t last long, my mind was moving a million times, without focusing on a single thing. Soon the memories I had been avoiding so much came to mind. I remembered how I would watch children’s movies with my little brother and we would do an improvised karaoke with Disney songs, singing out of tune but never getting the lyrics wrong. I shook my head to push away those thoughts that were making my chest burn. I felt a strange desire to be able to show those memorable movies to Wind. I wondered if he would like them as much as my brother did, if he would sing with me too.

I know, it’s not nice to associate him so much with my little brother. They are different people, he is not a replacement, but I still have this brotherly instinct in me that I can’t help. But the truth is, the Sailor would love to play games and watch movies with my brother. They would be good friends if they could get to know each other.

I looked at the horizon, lost in thought. Maybe I should consider the idea of telling the truth one day. If we reach a high level of trust, it might do me good not to keep it to myself forever.

[nyrandrea]

The Essence Of Our Spark

Summary: Hiding in plain sight.

Noah Diaz had learned how to do that all too well, but when an argument with his little brother cracks open the flood gates of suppressed memories of wars long past, his mask slips, and along with it, his sanity.

(Takes place after the events of ROTB so there will be spoilers!)

TW: Mentions of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Also a few swears

Also available to read on AO3 here!

In the darkest corners of Noah’s mind, where memories converged with fear, something whispered in his sleep; fragments of a past that he had always desperately wished to forget. His nightmares always came in the form of a battlefield, screams pierced the air and mingled with the metallic cacophony of gunfire. Amid the madness, a lone young soldier struggled to fix a circuit breaker, his eyes wild with terror. With every breath, he inhaled the acrid scent and exhaled a piece of his humanity, forever lost to the unforgiving abyss of war.

Noah flinched, and he put a hand to his chest to steady his breathing as loud popping went off in the kitchen, a familiar scent of butter and salt wafted through to his room.

‘Popcorn... ’ he reassured himself. ‘It’s just mom making popcorn...get a goddamn grip, man...’  

As if sensing something was wrong, Noah’s mother appeared by the door frame, hugging a bowl to her chest with one arm and a duvet draped around the other.

“Noah, please tell me you ain’t still working on that thing?” she said, nodding to his work desk.  

Taking a moment to flex his trembling hand, he dismissively waved her off. “C’mon, I’ve only been at it for an hour or two.”

“Honey, it’s three in the afternoon. You been hunched over that desk since two in the morning.”

Her expression softened when Noah didn’t reply. “Have you been taking those sleeping pills?”

“Yeah, I just...got the work bug, that’s all,” he muttered. “You know me, once I start, can’t stop.”

“You gotta stop sometime, sweetheart. Otherwise, your body will.”

Noah flinched slightly. “...Right. Don’t you have a movie to watch?”

His mom frowned but said nothing. “Because I know you haven’t eaten anything, there’s leftovers in the fridge, okay? Just...don’t cook, I’m too tired to deal with that right now. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

Once again, he waved her off, and when she finally got the hint, he returned to his work project.

“C’mon...just work, damn it...!” Noah sighed, his nostrils flaring as he tried to splice a couple of wires together. This was the last step to complete the repair for Kris’s gameboy, which had suffered a beating against the wall after several failed attempts at the final boss of whatever latest game he had received for his birthday.  

The walls in the apartment were thin so Noah and his mother had immediately scrambled out of their beds when they heard a loud banging coming from Kris’s room, with Noah kicking down the door and raising a baseball bat to beat the shit out of whoever had been stupid enough to break into their home and target his little brother, only to be met with the snivelling boy sitting on the bed hugging his knees and pointing at the broken console on the floor.

Kris had suffered his first bout of gamer rage.  

Noah had tried to be sympathetic; their mother much less so.

He couldn’t blame her for being angry. She worked long hours and had spent a lot of hard-earned cash to buy that gameboy for Kris in the hopes that it would cheer him up—or at least provide a distraction—from his illness. They couldn’t afford another one.

Which was why Noah needed to fix it.

It had been weeks since his last interview, and the small pot of money he had slowly built up from doing various repair jobs for folks around the neighbourhood was beginning to dry up. He had spent most of it on various parts to fix up Mirage.

And it had been worth every damn dime.

“C’mon...There we go!” He punched a victorious fist in the air as the screen lit up along with the familiar 8-bit jingle. “Oh, thank God. Or Primus. Whatever.” Noah sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, sighing in relief and smiling at the thought of Kris’s face lighting up when he got his one true love back.

Noah snorted. That kid needed to get out more.

His expression dropped a little. He knew at one point, when the illness was at its earliest stages, that Kris had tried to hang out with his friends, go to school, play at sports, just all the normal stuff that a kid should be doing. But he started tiring more and more easily and grew so frustrated that he ended up locking himself in his room, isolating himself from the world and everybody that loved him

That was when he got the call from his mom, her voice had a nasal tone to it, as if she’d just been crying, and Noah knew he needed to come home. Fortunately, his superiors granted him general discharge after a hell of a lot of arm twisting. However, they made sure to get back at him in the form of a bad reference that crapped all over his chances of getting a decent job.

Or any job, really. Even the damn janitors wouldn’t take him on.

Giving himself a mental kick, Noah forced himself out of the chair before he could start feeling sorry for himself and grabbed the newly fixed console before heading to the door.

“Hey, ma,” he softly called out, softly knocking on the living room door and entering when he heard a muffled “Come in ..”. He smiled a little at the shifting lump on the couch, a hand lifting from under the covers to reveal his mom’s face, illuminated by the soft glow of the television screen. He couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes; those night shifts were really starting to take their toll on her.

“¿Qué es eso?” she asked. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’ve finally fixed Kris’s console, just headin’ out to give it to him now.”

“Oh gracias a Dios,” she muttered in relief. “You’re a little miracle worker, you know?”

“Sí, mama,” Noah gloated, holding up his hands. “I know I’m the best.”

She smirked under the covers. “If only your cooking skills were that good.”

“Hey, c’mon now, it’s just an acquired taste, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” she said with a yawn, prompting Noah to take the handle and close the door part-way.

“You work yourself too hard,” he said softly. “I’ll let you get some shut-eye.”

“And you worry too much,” she weakly argued back. “Tell Kris to be home by six,” his mom paused a moment before adding. “He’s been spending almost as much time at that dingy old garage as you have recently.”

Noah swallowed down a dry lump. “Yeah, he’s uh...been helping me out with this... project.”

He inwardly cringed. He had always been a bad liar, especially when it came to his family.

“Right,” she drawled out, obviously not convinced. “Just make sure he doesn’t inhale too much of those car fumes. It’s not good for his condition.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Noah said, inching his way out the door before making a beeline for it, shouting out a quick “love you!” before slamming the door shut on his way out.

Beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face as he jogged down the stairs of the apartment building and into the bustling and vibrant streets of Brooklyn, shoving the gameboy into his pocket as he walked down the street.  

He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep this secret from his mother. Kris had found out within five minutes of him being home, but luckily had taken the whole thing in his stride, seemingly not phased by the idea of giant alien robots and the world nearly ending.

Kris was just built different, he supposed.

Their mother on the other hand...

He wasn’t sure what would have freaked her out more; the fact that he was friends with talking vehicles or that he had travelled outside of New York without leaving so much as a note.

He may be have been in his late twenties but there was no doubt in his mind that she would have grounded his ass for a month if she found out.

Noah shook his head, he was going to keep this secret for as long as he had breath in his body. She had enough to worry about: with her job, classes, bills, the medication for Kris.

Except they didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

Absent-mindedly pulling the business card he had received at his ‘security job’ interview, he twirled it in his fingers, brushing a thumb over the symbol of the eagle. The whole situation was still so bizarre to him; this super-secret government organization wanted him as an agent because...what, he just happened to choose the right car to break into? Because he was associated—by accident—with giant machines that could help them with whatever war they were in the middle of?

Noah couldn’t think of any other reason on why they would want to hire him.

It was Elena who had led the Autobots and Maximals to the transwarp key, it was Optimus Prime and Primal that charged into battle against Scourge and Unicron, and it was Mirage who had sacrificed himself and transformed his body into a suit to protect Noah. He...he hadn’t really done much of anything. Just happened to tag along for the ride.

That Agent Burke guy was wrong. He didn’t deserve this.

And he couldn’t throw himself into the middle of another war. Not after his harrowing time with the army and certainly not after that whole world-ending ordeal he’d just been through. Besides, he had other responsibilities. He couldn’t leave Kris again. Or his mother. They needed him. He was the man of the house. They needed him. He was more useful to them here than playing pretend at some secret agent shit.

...Right?

He shoved the card back into his jacket pocket, planning on throwing it away later. From his other pocket, he pulled out a walkie talkie.

“Yo, Kris,” he greeted. “Got a little something for ya, you still at the garage where I told you to stay?”

There was a pause.

“What did I say about using our real names?”  

Noah rolled his eyes. “Apologies, Tails. I repeat: you at the garage?”

“Uh. Yep. Still here.”  

“Then why don’t I see you, huh?” Noah asked dryly as he edged past the heavy wooden doors and into the dimly lit space. A nostalgic scent of motor oil and sawdust tinged the air, a reminder that this was Noah’s safe-space. The small workshop was a treasure trove of relics; shelves lined the walls, each filled with an array of tools and rusted projects that had been laid to rest.

The only thing the garage was missing was his little brother and newly repaired Porsche.

“Kzzzzt, this is Knuckles here,” a new voice chimed in. “You’re uh, kzzzzt, breaking up there, Sonic.”  

Noah grimaced and clutched onto the radio device a little harder. “You get him back here now or I swear I’ll put my knuckles through your damn windshield...!”

“Geez! What’s with the threats, huh? Calm down or you’ll end up as much of a killjoy as Optimus-”  

“No names!”  

“Oh! Sorry.”  

Rubbing his temples in frustration, Noah tried again. “Can you guys please just come back? Like I said, I got something for you, Tails. It’s real important.”

As if on cue, a mis-matched Porsche came skidding along the road and sped right towards Noah, who didn’t even flinch when it screeched to a halt within inches of him and went through the all-too familiar process of transforming.

“Mirage is in the garage!” The robot cheerfully announced, catching Kris mid-transformation and gently lowering him to the ground in front of Noah before stretching out his limbs. “Oh, man does it feel good to get out again. And! I gotta say Kris, you’re even more fun to joyride with than your brother.”

Noah rubbed his face, feeling like a vein was about to pop. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Hey, come on now, Noah,” Mirage waved a dismissive hand. “Jealousy ain’t a good look on you.”

“You took Kris out joyriding?!”

“Guys...”

“I took him out for some fresh air! What, you’d rather the kid was cooped up in this dusty old workshop all day?” Mirage snapped back, dramatically gesturing around the small, cramped room.

“Guys!” Kris shouted out before Noah could argue back. “I can talk for myself, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know Kris, but-” Noah tried to argue as the robot looked down sheepishly, only to be instantly hushed by his little brother’s stone-cold glare. He’d definitely learned that from their mother. Or Optimus.

“He only took me ‘round the block a few times, Noah. I wanted to go with him.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Kris held up a finger. “Besides, we didn’t get into any trouble.”

“Well, except for that cop tryna’ stop us for speeding-”

“I said we didn’t get into any trouble,” Kris reiterated, aiming his glare up at Mirage now, who instantly stiffened and looked away.

“Nope. No trouble here.”

Noah sighed and knelt to Kris’s level. “Look, I get you want to have your own adventures and yeah, even I got into a little trouble when I was your age.”

“A little?”

“Okay, a lot,” he corrected himself. “Look, my point is... you gotta be careful. I...,” Noah paused for a moment, trying to find the best way to word this.

“I don’t want you to end up being like me.”

A silence fell upon the room then as Kris narrowed his eyes, and he didn’t even have to look up to know that Mirage was boring down on him too.  

“Bro, you ain’t being serious, right?”

“I am being serious, Kris. You...you’re...I mean I...” Noah stuttered. God, why was talking so hard? “You’re a real bright kid and-”

“Lemme guess, I got a ‘bright future ahead of me’?” Kris drawled out sarcastically.

“Yeah! You do! But you gotta drop that attitude, keep your head down and keep up with your schoolwork. You can’t be like me and fu-” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “Muck it up like I did.”

“You can say fuck, Noah. I’m not five.”

Mirage, who had taken to hovering in the background so as to not get in the middle of the brother’s argument, sputtered and tried to poorly disguise his laugh with a hacking cough, blaming it on the dust.

Noah groaned and rose, deciding it was now time to harness the kind of power stance that would usually win his mother an argument “My point is that you’ve got a chance to make something of yourself, get outta Brooklyn, get yourself a decent job with good money-”

“Okay, I may be old enough to swear but I ain’t old enough to be thinking about all that,” Kris said defiantly, crossing his arms to mirror Noah. “You can’t just dump all that on me.”

“I’m not dumping anything on you, I’m just saying you gotta-”

“Well, I think you gotta go see a therapist.”

Noah blinked as a smug grin formed on Kris’s face. “W-what?”

“Don’t you even notice that you’re always putting yourself down?” The teen grasped at his hair dramatically and pitched his voice down an octave. “Oh no...! I’m not good enough to get a job...! I don’t deserve to get credit for saving the freakin’ world...! I can’t cook for shit...!”

Noah wasn’t sure what to get more offended by—the fact that his own brother was insulting him or that he had the balls to pull him up about his own insecurities.

“You little-! I don’t sound like that! And my cooking is just...an acquired taste...!”

“Stop avoiding the subject.”

“I don’t need a therapist; we can’t even afford one! And last I checked, we were talking about your future, not mine. So, let’s leave it, yeah?”

Kris didn’t take the hint.  

“Bro, you are part of my future. And you always tell me that it ain’t good to bottle up our emotions and to always talk. Like when Tails helps Sonic, or Luigi helps Mario, or-”

“But we ain’t Sonic and Tails! Or...or Mario and Luigi or whatever, and this ain’t a videogame, Kris! You can’t just point and click your way through life and expect to get a happy ending. You got your head in the clouds way too much, and it’s about time you got back down to reality like the rest of us!”

“Noah...” Mirage finally chimed in, but was interrupted by Kris.

“No, I get it,” the boy said, somberly nodding. “You got all these hopes and dreams that you couldn’t achieve by yourself and so now you’re pinning ‘em all on me, right? ‘Cuz you think you ain’t got a chance at living the life that you wanted. ‘Cuz you’re worthless, right?”

“Worthless... worthless ... you’re worthless...!” His commander had shouted at him. His father had shouted at him. He had shouted at himself.

Noah’s head was pounding . His thoughts clashed like opposing tides in a wild storm; a battle between fear and reason, threatening to tear him apart. All he wanted was for his little brother to have a good life and not to be trapped within the four walls of a rotting apartment in the middle of gang and police territory, fearing for his life every time he opened the door, that he would get shot for being in the wrong place at the right time. To try and escape, only to end up in a different kind of war that valued him only as cannon fodder, to be sent home in a box with a medal slapped on his cold, lifeless body for his ‘service’. To be remembered by only a few and missed by no-one.

And to be regarded as a low-life coward for running away.

“Noah...? Noah...! Noah ...”  

He didn’t even realise that Kris had a grip on his arms and was shaking him, or that Mirage was kneeling with his hands hovering over him. Their mouths were moving but what they were saying was all muffled and distorted, like he was underwater.

His lungs hitched, and he started gasping for air.

Noah hated that he couldn’t keep his emotions in check, that something so trivial triggered such a raw, primal fear within him, and that he showed such a vulnerability to his little brother and best friend. The two people who were supposed to rely on him for support and strength.

With some semblance of control, he managed to wave them both off with an air of nonchalance and coolness that he had learned to adopt from Mirage's personality.

“I’m fine, I’m good,” he just about choked out. “I think I just gotta...go for a walk or somethin’.”  

His legs found the strength to stumble forward of their own accord, stopping only briefly to lean by the doors so he could glance back. “Mirage, could you uh...could you take Kris home? Mom wants him home by...by six, aight? And make sure he does his homework because...yeah.”

“But Noah... yew don luk so gud...”  

“Just do it, okay?!” He snapped. “Please...”

Within Noah’s weary soul, a fervent desire to escape surged through his body, and without a second thought, he slipped out into the embrace of the early night. Each step propelled him into the unknown, his heart beating wildly as his legs pounded against the pavement, fuelling his need to leave everyone else behind.

The wind whistled through his ears, and the city bathed in the soft glow of streetlights overcame every ounce of his senses, drowning out the chorus of desperation that echoed from all around him.

XXX

I am hungry for the hurt/comfort Noah and Mirage fics so I decided to write one myself. Let me know what y'all think!

Part 2: Coming Soon!

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#4: “You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

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Midorima has been practicing extra hard the past few days in preparation for his game against Rakuzan. To fit in extra practice he cut out the time you two would usually spend together. You knew just how much he wanted to beat Akashi so instead of being upset you were there supporting him along the way. You were always at his practices cheering him on and making sure he’s taking his break and staying hydrated.

The day before the match, he was extra fired up and has been practicing nonstop and every time you told him to take a break he brushed you off. You can see him pushing his limit and you were scared he may pass it so you called out to him. “Shintaro, you need to take a break, NOW!” He snapped his head towards you, “Stop bothering me already and let me practice in peace.” “Bothering?” Your voice starts rising higher with every word you speak, “I’m simply just worried for your health, it won’t do you any good if you pass out from exhaustion before or during the game so just listen to me and stop being so stubborn!”

“Ha I knew you wouldn’t get it, this game is important to me and the only way to beat Akashi is through rigorous practice, I don’t have time to waste and right now you’re wasting my time.” You couldn’t believe your ears, “Alright, I’ll leave since I’m wasting your precious time.” Before you left you shoved the water bottle and towel in your hand into his chest. “Since you’re already wasting your time on me, you might as well wipe your sweat and drink some water as well.” You went to grab your bag and left, not forgetting to slam the door shut to express your anger.

Takao, who witnessed the whole scene unfold before his eyes carefully approached the green haired male. “Look man, I know you’re stressed over this game but you really should apologize to Y/N. All they have done is be supportive towards you and they were just worried about you. It was real shitty of you to blow up on them like that.” Midorima hated to admit that what the ravenette was saying was true and he quickly scoffed before throwing the basketball he had in his hand at Takao and dashed out of the gym.

You had lots of thoughts going on in your head as you were walking home after that ordeal. You slowly walked as you tried to let the cold evening wind cool your mind down. You were so deep in your thoughts that you weren’t looking at your surroundings. You tripped over a crack on the pavement and that’s when you realized the situation you were in. A car was just an inch away from smashing into the direction you were falling in and you were in a position where you couldn’t do anything. You closed your eyes as you were ready to face your fate.

Luckily a strong grip on the back of your jacket pulled you back. You were pulled back so forcefully that you knocked into the person who saved you which caused you both to fall down onto the ground. You looked up to see who your savior is just to be met with the emerald eyes you love the most. “Looks like I fell for you.” “You almost died and you’re making jokes?” You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck. “Thank you for saving me.” “I’m so glad I made it in time, I’m so sorry for shouting at you and being ungrateful for your kindness when you were just worried about me.” “Apology accepted but you have lots to make up for.” “Understandable, now let’s get off the dirty ground shall we?” “We shall.” He stood up and offered a hand to pull you up. After you both were standing up right he started brushing off all the dust and dirt on you. Now this was the man you fell in love with and just can’t help but keep falling in love with.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Loving you means loving myself - Chapter 1

AN: Here is my first offering for Hot Bucky Summer, organised by @buckybarnesevents. I will be completing the first three weekly prompts with a little three chapter story.

For the Week One prompt “What should I wear?”, I have chosen Lingerie.

Thank you to @cableknitsweater for cheer-reading and @linnahiell for beta-ing

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist

Summary: After a tough week, Bucky prepares for Friday night with his partner, Steve.

Relationship: Beefy Bucky x Small Steve

Word Count: 1.8k

CW: Indulgent fluff, implied sexual content, domestic Bucky, Bucky accepting himself, small amount of feminisation, small amount of dirty talk, light D/S tones, everything is soft and nothing hurts

It had been a stressful day; a stressful week, even and Bucky had barely seen Steve in between the pull of both their jobs. He knew that his partner would be feeling the same frustration, but now it was Friday night. Their night. A night for reconnection, as well as for decadent pleasure. 

Just the thought of it made Bucky shiver with anticipation. He wondered what Steve would have in store for him? Would Steve tie him up? Use him like a toy to slake his own lusts? Or would he treat Bucky sweetly, wringing orgasm after orgasm from him, before finally succumbing to the pleasure himself? Both sounded like equally good options to Bucky. 

Although neither had had to go away on business this week, they’d both been so busy that apart from some cuddles, a few make-out sessions and one quickie in the shower mid-week, they hadn’t had much time, or energy, for sexual intimacy. Yes, sex wasn’t the be all and end all of a relationship, but it was an important part of theirs.

Which meant it had been a full working week since they’d been able to fully indulge. Five days of subsisting on teasing touches and heated looks. One hundred and twenty hours filled with decadent thoughts of how Steve would go about taking him apart and putting him back together again, being remade himself in the process. However, before it was time for the main event, Bucky had some preparations to make. 

He was home first today, so as well as getting himself ready, it was his turn to organise dinner and sort out the bedroom. Bucky turned the oven on to heat, and then went to tackle the bedroom. He stripped the bed and carefully remade it, with Steve’s favourite set. Crisp white sheets and a coverlet with accents of red and blue on it. He folded the coverlet down to the base of the mattress and got out their ‘play’ blanket - a fluid proof, soft, lilac mat, which covered the entire bed, and made for an easier clean-up at the end of their night. No-one wanted to come out of a post-coital haze just to change the bedsheets again.

He smoothed the blanket out over the bed, tweaking the corners to ensure it lay perfectly flat - he didn’t want any annoying folds or creases under him later. Next he set out the candles along the flat surfaces, and dug out the lighter - he would light them later at a more sensible moment, but having it all ready, gave him a sense of calm.

Next it was back to the kitchen. He’d decided to make lasagne, because then he could get ready while it was in the oven, and it would be the work of a matter of minutes to prepare the salad to go with it and toast the ciabatta. Bucky hummed to himself as browned off the onions, garlic and ground beef, and whipped up a white sauce. He added tomatoes and seasoning to the beef, and at the last moment decided to add some chopped mushrooms. Steve liked mushrooms.

He layered it all up, adding a hearty sprinkling of cheese over the top, and then popped it in the oven. He now had about 40 minutes to get himself ready. First stop, a shower. 

He stripped out of his workwear, and it felt cathartic, as though he was taking off the old Bucky before making himself anew. He carried them through to the bathroom, placing them in the laundry hamper before turning on the shower.

Oh, how he loved this shower. It had definitely been  worth the money he and Steve had spent on it when they’d renovated the bathroom. He stepped in, letting the water flow over his body for a few moments, basking as the heat suffused his entire being, but he couldn’t linger for too long - he had a timetable to keep. He reached for his shampoo, inhaling the scent of jasmine from the bottle before he lathered up his hair and piled it on top of his head.

Next it was hair removal, but luckily he’d had a wax a few days ago, so really, all he had to do was look for strays and exfoliate. He rinsed the shampoo from his hair and applied conditioner, finger combing his hair to make sure all of the ends were coated. His light curls were prone to split ends if he didn’t treat his hair right.  The next course of action was the ‘all over’ scrub and clean, while trying to ignore his cock, that was starting to wake up between his legs. His brain only had to start thinking of how Steve might touch him, and the bloody thing would perk up with interest. He willed it to behave, but that was difficult when he started to clean up between his ass cheeks, and by the time he stepped out of the shower he had a raging hard-on.

With a sigh, and a promise to himself to pay a certain part of his body no more mind for at least the next ten minutes, Bucky briskly towelled himself dry and sat down at the dressing table so he could apply his favourite lavender body lotion, smoothing and softening his skin, as well as lightly scenting him. He’d worked hard for this body and was determined to treat it well. 

He swept his hands up and down his legs, over his defined calves and his muscular thighs. Steve loved his thighs, loved how they got wrapped around him, and how beautifully they marked when the mood took them both. Next he added a thin layer of moisturiser to his ass - obviously Steve loved that - coated his arms and then worked up his abdomen and chest, or tits, as Steve called them.

Look at these perfect tits, baby. Could spend hours worshipping them, playing with them. One day I’m gonna see if you can cum, just from me touching them, sucking on them. I think you could…

Shaking off the thought, Bucky wiped his hands on the towel and opened the drawer to get out his hair dryer, hair protection spray and round brush. Sectioning off his hair, he turned the dryer on low and began the process of drying his shoulder length. chestnut locks, using the brush to create loose waves so that his hair tumbled artfully around his face.

When he’d been younger, people had mocked him for his long hair, calling him a girl. He hadn’t cared. He loved his hair, loved how pretty and delicate having it like this made him feel, despite his height and build. Then, when he’d met Steve, the older man had been unashamed in stating how much he liked it. He loved to tangle his hands in it when he kissed Bucky, loved to put it in a ponytail and use it to control Bucky when having his cock sucked, and he loved to brush it out, with Bucky sitting between his knees, as a sign of his love and adoration for his younger lover.

Hair finished, and with a frivolous swish and smile in the mirror, Bucky added a dab of concealer, a quick dusting of foundation and a slick of eye-liner. Nothing too much, but enough to give him a little confidence boost. There was nothing wrong in wanting to feel his best. Now to get dressed.

From the back of the closet Bucky pulled out a bag. Work might have been a nightmare this week, but his lunch hours belonged to him, and he’d been able to indulge in some retail therapy with tonight in mind.

First out of the bag was the piece de la resistance of his shopping trip - his new lingerie. Having unfolded the tissue paper the store clerk had lovingly wrapped it in, Bucky trailed his fingers over the lilac lace. 

Due to the rest of his outfit, he’d decided not to purchase the matching garter belt, but, depending on how Steve liked this set, he might be tempted to go back to the store and get it. For now, however, he carefully slipped on the matching panties and bralette. He did it slowly, reverently, wanting to enjoy the sensation of the garments sliding over his skin, the juxtaposition of such delicate fabric encasing a body like his.

His cock, which had settled down as he’d done his hair and make-up, started to perk up again, but this time Bucky allowed himself to enjoy the sensations as the lace caressed his skin. He imagined how Steve’s hands would roam over it, making him feel small and fragile. Bucky’s eyes closed as the images took over his mind, only breaking out of his self-imposed erotic spell when he let out a little whimper.

With a shake of his head, he pulled the rest of his outfit out of the bag. Dark lavender silk pooled over the dressing table; a pair of wide legged, lounging trousers and a sleeveless top with a v-neck. As with his underwear, Bucky allowed himself a few moments to enjoy the feel of the indulgent material as it slipped between his fingers, before sliding it over his body.

In some respects this was his favourite part of his and Steve’s date evenings - the build up, the anticipation. This time, where it was just him, where he could indulge himself, mind, body and soul and be the Bucky he was inside, and not the carefully created facade society expected him to be based on his outward appearance.

Ding!

Bucky’s phone alarm went off, signalling that the lasagne was now cooked. He smiled to himself, a little self-congratulation at his timing skills, as he got up and padded back through to the kitchen. 

With an apron covering his precious outfit, Bucky turned off the oven, - dinner would keep beautifully warm for the next 10-15 minutes in there - opened and decanted a bottle of Steve’s favourite Chateau Neuf, and got out the vegetables to put together a little garden salad for the side. Everything was ready. Now all he had to do was wait.

Unfortunately this was not his forte.

Removing and hanging his apron back up, Bucky checked his phone, pulling up the ‘Find my phone app’ so he could see how close to home Steve was. As the little green dot pulsed on the screen, Bucky felt an echoing pulse of excitement in his blood. 

Steve was only a block away. 

With a lack of grace he was glad that Steve couldn’t see, Bucky ducked back into the bedroom and put his phone away - he wouldn’t need it for the rest of the evening and wanted nothing that would distract him from Steve, if that were at all possible. Then he returned to the main room and knelt down on the soft rug, about 10ft from the door. He rested his weight back on his heels, placed his hands on his thighs, lifted his head and waited.

Chapter 2

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Helpless and Unplanned

It's night, and after work, Monsieur Quintin grunts as he hits the golf ball at the golf course, letting off some steam.

"Nice shot, Monsieur Quintin," his friend said.

"Why won't it go straight just once? Damn it! Give me a break here!" Quintin yells, frustrated.

His friend and mistress approach him.

"Come on, you're just stressed because of the chairwoman's favoritism over her son," his mistress tries to cheer him up.

"Yeah, everyone knows that you were the first in line to take over as president," his friend agrees.

"So what if this little prick snatches it away?" his friend said.

"The important thing is we're all still behind you, Monsieur Quintin. Ah, maybe this will help you loosen up and relax, huh?" his coworker said as he smirks and hands him a box.

"What's this? What's with the wicked smile? Getting some really creepy vibes from you, huh?" Quintin said, smirking back at his coworker.

"Ta-da!"

They all look inside the box, where stacks upon stacks of mora, probably around 1 million.

"All are in 50,000 bills, and the rest is in your trunk," he whispers.

They all laugh at the sight of money, unknowing to them someone approaches them while bouncing a golf ball with their golf club. After hitting it with ease, it flew past the group of corrupted managers and landed inside the hole in one shot.

"Oooh."

"It's in! That was amazing!" Quintin exclaimed, laughing happily.

"Wow, look at that! Goodness, but who the hell was that? Where are your manners?" Quintin said as he turned around, only to see President Neuvilette walking towards them, holding a golf club resting on his shoulder.

Quintin immediately passed the box with money over to his friend behind his back so that the president didn't see what he was holding.

"It's been a long time, Monsieur Quintin."

Quintin scoffs, "Well, Neuvilette, I'm sorry, I mean President Neuvilette. What, did you get lost on your way to your event?" he says sarcastically.

"I heard you've been working hard."

"Getting kickbacks from old friends, relatives, and even your mistress, selling contracts for partnership deals," Neuvilette cuts him off, listing all the bad things he has been doing.

"Hold it, hold it. Just wait, I have no idea where you have been getting all these rumors."

"That D-lister nephew of yours—you made him the face of your ad campaign. I saw it at the airport," Neuvilette said.

"Oh, about that? You know—"

"You thought it was okay to take advantage of this business since the chairwoman turns a blind eye to what you do," Neuvilette said, taking a step forward while menacingly looking him in the eye.

Quintin gulps and tries to deny the rumors, "President Neuvilette, it's not like that."

"I've been inattentive to company matters, spending so much time in Sumeru. I intend to pay closer attention from now on," Neuvilette said in a serious tone, looking down at Quintin.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Monsieur Quintin," Neuvilette said while smiling. Then, quick as lightning, the smile drops as he leaves them standing there speechless.

"Come on, President Neuvilette!" Quintin sighs, calling after him, but he was ignored.

"Wait, let's just talk!" Quintin tries to follow after him.

"Monsieur Neuvilette, wait!" But then Quintin trips on a rock, and his friends clamor to him, helping him up just in time as the sprinklers turn on, making the group all wet while Neuvilette is already far away from them.

Back at Fontasia Food Company, Lynette walks into the Research and Development 2 office and sits at her desk. Across from her is Friment; to her left is her brother, Lyney, and to her right is Y/N.

"Listen, guys. Since today is Madam Y/N's birthday, I made dinner reservations at her favorite hotel, DeBord," Lynette announces, looking at everyone.

Everyone cheers.

"Nice! We haven't gone out in ages," Lyney said.

"Guys, you didn't have to do that just for my birthday. Thank you!" Y/N said bashfully.

"Of course we did. We're all a team here!" Lyney said, as Lynette and Friment agreed.

"Right," Y/N giggles, but then her phone dings, notifying her of a message. She looks at her phone, and it's from Wriothesly, her friend and crush.

[Wrio<3] Happy birthday! 

[Wrio<3] I got you something. Can you swing by?

Y/N blushes, rolls her chair near Madam Lynette's desk, and whispers to her, "Sorry, Madam, about the dinner you were planning. I don't think I can make it later."

"Why?" Lynette whispers back.

"Uhh…" Y/N hesitates, but with the way she is looking, Lynette seems to know what's happening.

"Wait, is it a guy?" she whispers.

"How did you know that?" Y/N said, surprised, her eyes widening.

"Your eyes are usually as dead as the cod you're working with, but suddenly, they're sparkling. That's how."

Y/N blushes.

"Okay, have fun," Lynette teases Y/N and winks.

"Uh, well, it looks like we will be celebrating tonight without the birthday girl," she announces to the boys as she stands up, gathering her things.

"Huh? First the inauguration without the president, and now a birthday party without the birthday girl? What is going on today!" Friment exclaims as Lyney coughs and puts his hands on his waist in disbelief.

"Yeah, seriously. I mean, that's like Thanksgiving without a turkey!" Lyney pouts.

"I'm sorry, but I promise you the next dinner is on me! I'm really sorry," Y/N exclaims as she also stands up with her bag to leave.

As she rides the train all the way to Wriothesly's restaurant, Y/N smiles to herself, thinking about him. Her thoughts are cut off by the buzzing of her phone. It's Kaveh calling her.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What's up, girlie!!! I've got so much on my plate I can't even see you on your birthday. Got anything planned?" Kaveh exclaims on the phone as he makes his way to a meeting.

"Guess what? Wrio asked me to stop by."

Outside the meeting door, Kaveh gestures to his managers, "One second," as he is on the phone.

"Who did what? Why is he calling you on your birthday? After he made you do all that work for his new menu?"

"That was hardly work. I had fun doing it and learned a lot too."

"My Celestia, Y/N, you are really head over heels for Duke Wriothesly, hmm? But he's never been the type to remember birthdays. Why is he—what? No way!" Kaveh exclaims.

"No way what?" Y/N questions him.

"That necklace back then really was your present."

"What necklace?" Y/N thinks about it when suddenly she remembers Wrio asking them to come by his restaurant to help with his menu. Kaveh was snooping around and came back to Y/N, showing her the necklace that has her birthstone. At first, Y/N thought it was a necklace for a customer, and he's just holding it. But with the situation now, Y/N starts to get her hopes up that maybe, just maybe, Wriothesly likes her too.

"It has to be! Gosh, that necklace really was for you," Kaveh exclaims over the phone.

"You said it was too expensive to get for a friend," Y/N recalls.

"Mmm, what if he's planning to transition from friendship to romance?" Kaveh teases Y/N.

"Those who are transferring to Train 6 may now disembark at the next stop," the PA said over the radio.

"I've got to go now; I'll talk to you later, alright, Kaveh?" Y/N said and ends the call, exiting the train.

A Mustang pulls into the underground parking lot of Fontasia Company. Neuvilette steps out, and his secretary, Alhaitham, greets him at the elevator lobby as they walk towards the elevators.

"How was the inauguration?" Neuvilette asks.

"Everything went well," Alhaitham replies, following behind him.

"And the chairwoman," Neuvilette inquires, referencing his mom.

Before Alhaitham can answer, the elevator dings, and Furina angrily steps out.

"Oh! You crazy little..." Furina exclaims angrily.

As they walk to Alhaitham's office, Furina gives Neuvilette an earful, scolding him repeatedly.

"I TOLD YOU TO COME TO THE EVENT, AND YOU BLEW ME OFF," she says, smacking his shoulder.

"I TOLD YOU TO MEET ME AT HOME, AND YOU MEET ME AT WORK," she hits him again.

"Are you determined to go against me?" she questions.

"Of course not! I've simply been too busy," Neuvilette says, smirking as her hits feel like nothing to him.

"You just flew back in today! You can't take a single day off?!"

"Absolutely not. Too many things that need to be taken care of," Neuvilette explains.

Furina's phone buzzes, and she takes it out to see that it's Quintin.

"Oh great, why the hell does Monsieur Park keep calling me? It's annoying. Hmph," she says, ending the call. Neuvilette and Alhaitham exchange knowing glances as she is distracted.

She turns her attention back to Neuvilette. "Things to be taken care of. This is a well-oiled machine. You're just nitpicking! You think you're some kind of big shot now, don't you?"

"I am a big shot. At least now you know every project I've touched has been nothing but a success. Even that last conch madeline one—huge success overseas," Neuvilette boasts.

"I'm aware. That's actually why you've achieved a lot," Furina says proudly, but then she stops walking.

"I've prepared a very important project just for you now that you are ready for it," Furina says.

Intrigued, Neuvilette steps closer to his mother. "What kind of project?" he inquires.

"Uhmm," Furina hesitates but then, after glancing at Alhaitham, she looks back to Neuvilette and points at him.

"Marriage."

Neuvilette looks at her dubiously and raises an eyebrow. Alhaitham moves closer to Furina.

"Madame Furina, are you getting married?" he questions.

"NO, NOT ME!" she yells at Alhaitham, and the two look at Neuvilette.

"Nice offer, but I'm too young and busy to get married."

"You're not the one who is running out of time here. I just want to see my son with a wife. I don't think that's too much to ask for, is it?" Furina says as she and Alhaitham follow him into the office.

"Yes, it is. I'm not even seeing anyone, and I don't plan to anytime soon. Plus, there is too much stuff to be done here," Neuvilette says, taking off his trench coat.

"I know. That's why I've arranged all the blind dates for you," Furina says proudly. "What?" Neuvilette says, looking at his mother in shock.

"I've put together a list of single ladies and gentlemen—twenty elites. Now you just have to show up, enjoy the date, see which one makes a spark. Okay?"

"You made the list? Wow, couldn't have been easy," Alhaitham comments.

"That's right, it wasn't easy, but I had to do it myself; otherwise, the entire finance sector would have been buzzing with rumors. I'll tell you what—"

"Well, you've wasted your time. It's not happening. You keep wasting your time, though."

"Oh, you little brat! What am I gonna do with you?" Furina exclaims, but then her phone rings again.

"What in the world?" As she looks at her phone, she sees it was an alarm for her favorite show.

"Oh, looks like it's time already, huh?" she said as she hurries over to Neuvilette's couch to watch TV.

She talks to herself as she gets comfortable in Neuvilette's office. Neuvilette looks at what she's doing and says, "You can go home if you're just gonna watch TV."

"Hah, you never listen to me. Why would I bother listening to you?" she scoffs and starts watching her show while Neuvilette angrily works at his desk.

As Y/N walks up to Wrio's restaurant, she thinks about what Kaveh said to her.

"It's been a while since he's broken up with Caroline. Maybe he's finally noticed that you've had a crush on him and is ready to accept."

"As if. No way," she says to herself.

She enters the restaurant and notices that all the lights are off. She then sees Wrio by the kitchen window holding a cake, examining it without noticing her presence.

"Oh god, is he really gonna," she says to herself.

She can hear Kaveh teasing her, "What are you waiting for? Run to him and give him a hug already!"

With the encouraging words in her mind, Y/N smiles, calling out to Wriothesly and running up to him.

"Hey, Wrio!" she said.

Wriothesly's face looks shocked as he stops in his tracks while holding the cake. As Y/N approaches, she sees what's written on the cake that she assumed was for her.

'Copelius love Coppelia, Happy 100th day!'

As she sees what's written, she tries to stop her running only to bump into Wriothesly, making him drop the cake onto her, completely ruining it as she holds onto him to help her stop.

"Who the hell was that? God, this whole thing sucks," Ophelia groans as her cake is now ruined.

In the kitchen, she and Wriothesly clean themselves up.

"Jeez, I totally messed it up, didn't I?" Y/N said, worried that Wrio will get an earful from the customers as she ruined the cake.

"It's all right. It was a favor since they were regulars. I comped their meal, so it's cool," he said, reassuring her.

"Okay then," Y/N said in relief.

The alarm beeps in the kitchen, alerting Wrio that the dessert he was making was almost done.

"Anyway, I guess you're really busy. I'll get going," Y/N said as she gathers her things and made her way out of the kitchen.

"Wait a minute," Wrio said as he makes his way to a shelf that has his things on it and gets an envelope.

"Here you go. Happy birthday, Ha-Ri," he said as he gave her the envelope. She takes it from him as she leaves the restaurant to go ride a bus home.

As she waits for her bus, she opens the envelope. Inside were two tickets to 4nemo, the band she likes to listen to. Attached to it was a sticky note.

“You didn't think I’d forget, right?”

She recalls what Wrio said to her before she left.

“Concert tickets for that band you like. Now, those were really tough to get. Try to go with a date who isn't Kaveh,” he said, smiling at her.

“I love it,” she replied, smiling back. It wasn't the necklace as she and Kaveh were speculating. She was a little disappointed, but what can she do.

‘I guess you’re never gonna realize what it is that I really want.’

In the kitchen of Neuvillette’s house, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, and Furina are all in the kitchen. Neuvillette and Alhaitham are taste-testing new recipes of instant food from the Research and Development teams while Furina gives Neuvilette an earful.

“Good going. Instant food is the first thing you eat being back home after ages. You know how to cook everything from Fontaine to Snezhnaya. Wouldn't it be nice to get married to a woman or man, to sit down with them every day and enjoy a good home-cooked meal?” she said to Neuvillette, who is chewing on a piece of sweet madame.

“I’m not gonna get married, so I can sit down and eat,” he said after he swallowed his food.

“In Sumeru, I heard they have men and women that would make you crazy. Don't tell me you didn't at least have a fling there. Tell me I'm open-minded, you know,” she presses on him.

“Who even has time for that? I'm busy enough with work,” Neuvillette said as he examines the quality of the instant food.

“Yes, exactly, so you just work your way down the schedule I made for you!” Furina said, frustrated.

“I said I'm not gonna do it, okay?” he says, looking at his mom, annoyed by the constant pushing to get married.

Furina sighs as she looks away. She looks at Alhaitham and his son and gestures to both of them.

“Then let me see, are you two dating?” she looks at them in suspicion.

In shock, both men look at her with incredulous looks.

“WHAT!” they both said.

“Sure feels like it. You're always together, saying it's just for business,” Furina pointedly said.

“I don't know about President Neuvilette, but I most certainly am not,” Alhaitham said in a serious tone as Neuvillette makes a face at what he said.

“Even if I were…” Alhaitham glances at Neuvillette and tsks.

“President Neuvillette is just not my type,” he said.

“Really? That boy got nothing?” Furina said, giggling as Alhaitham nods, taking a bite of some madeleines.

“Hey, what do you mean? What's wrong with me?” Neuvillette looks at Alhaitham with a glare.

“Okay, fine. I get it; you're just friends. So then why are you so against going on these dates?” Furina cuts in so that the two don't fight.

Neuvillette sighs but wasn't able to reply because an alarm goes off on someone's phone. They all check, only for it to come from Furina signaling that she needs to take her medicines.

“Oh dang it,” Furina mumbles.

“Anyway, I can take care of myself; just stick to your dramas,” Neuvillette said as he assumes the alarm is for the drama shows she watches.

“It said it's time for meds! My blood pressure is off the charts because of you; I have to take those every day just for this thing,” Furina angrily shouts at him and pouts.

“How is that my fault? It runs in the family. If I get hypertension, that's technically your fault,” Neuvillette deadpans.

“Why, you little! --OH” Furina was about to scold Neuvillette when she felt her head hurt, so she goes to the living room to sit on the couch to rest.

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