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monstrousparalysis · 4 months ago

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The Real Vampire Society

Warning for rape, non-consensual blood bonding, and a whole theme about abuse of authority.

Fandom: Just Roll With It: The Suckening

Characters: Shilo Bathroy, Edward Twilight, Arthur Bennett

Relationships: Edward Twilight/Shilo Bathroy, Arthur Bennett & Shilo Bathroy

Word count: 2,845

Summary:

What a shame, what a pain, what horrible luck, for the sheltered young prince to be drugged at his very first Elysium! Politics have gone too far, what sort of monster would do that to such a poor young thing? Thank Caine for the beloved, kind Primogen, that he was keen enough to notice the nobody at the same body trying to sneak away with the prince, and that he was kind enough to offer his own time to take care of him!

Isn't it so frightening that the prince would be foolish enough to trust a stranger over such an authority?

Or, a little divergence from Elysium. Edward Twilight, social butterfly, could have taken Shilo much sooner and with much more ease. And used Arthur's creepiness against him, to boot!

Written for day 9 of @sintember, "Horrifying concept, thank you".

(also posted on AO3 here!)

Shilo clung to Arthur, trying as best as he could to remember how to put one foot in front of the other.

It was definitely harder than it should be. He couldn't even look up, the flashing lights and moving people of the Elysium were completely disorienting for him. Really, Arthur was practically carrying him towards the exit.

But at least the exit would be safe. Safe from this disorientation, safe from these horrible people, and safe from—

“Edward. Did you have anything else to say to me?”

Shilo tensed, matching Arthur as well, and despite it being too late, he felt the urge to hide behind him. What could Edward want with them now?

“Nothing much, brah. I just wanted to say a little bye, since it looks like you're leaving so soon.”

“Yes. My apologies, but something came up.”

“Oh, really? Like what?” Edward said curiously, as if he was just as oblivious to this as he was to most things.

Shilo could practically feel Arthur grit his teeth as he responded, “Like the body that the Prince was served being drugged.”

Edward gasped, and the crowd he drew gasped with him, all eyes suddenly on Shilo once again.

“That's horrible! Let me say right now, I am so, so, so sorry that this happened to you at your first ever Elysium, My Prince.”

Shilo kept his head down, definitely not wanting to meet Edward's eyes right now.

He opened his mouth, needing to say something to wave Edward off, but his brain felt like it was full of cotton, and remembering how to move his mouth was difficult.

What came out was a slurred “'s fine, jus' wanna go home now.”

Edward responded with an inquisitive “Oh?”, and something underneath it flooded Shilo's already cold veins with ice, an instinctive understanding that whatever he'd said was the wrong answer.

“If you wanna head back to the castle now, I can set that up in a flash, brah.”

Gripping tighter to Arthur, Shilo stammered. “N-no, s'ry, I misspoke, I—”

“No, please, allow me, Prince. It's the least I can do to take responsibility for this horrible event.”

“With all due respect, Primogen, the Prince has declined your offer. He does not wish to return to the castle right now.”

Even without the same heightened senses Arthur possessed, Shilo felt like he could hear one of Edward's blood vessels popping.

Still keeping a calm face, and without missing a beat, he responded, “Well, I don't have to take him back to his mommy. But if somebody's out to get this little guy, then maybe somebody powerful should be watching him.”

“I assure you, I am quite skilled in use of the Disciplines. I can, and will, protect the Prince—”

Edward dropped the friendly façade, sending Arthur a cold glare.

“It's kinda sus that you wanna take the Prince with you so bad, Arthur.”

Elysium froze.

“What are you accusing me of?” Arthur said carefully.

“I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, brah. I wanna see the best in everyone! But I noticed that you and that freaky little fledgling of yours were at the same body as the Prince. And I think that makes you two suspects numero uno and dos.”

Shilo needed to say something. Say he trusted Arthur and Emizel, say that they'd done more to help him so far than anyone else, scream about how Edward was the one to force him to drink in the first place.

He could barely keep those thoughts in his head, let alone organize them enough to speak. All that came out of his mouth was a groan as he leaned heavier against Arthur.

Noticing the shift, Edward spoke again, extending an arm. “Let's speed this up, the Prince looks ready to topple over.”

Shilo felt Arthur's grip on him tighten. With half-formed thoughts of how this could go worse in his head, Shilo brushed him off, stumbling over to grab Edward's offered arm.

“It's okay, Arthur, I…Edward is fine,” he slurred, sparing great effort to lift his head and look Arthur in the eyes. Not that he could see them through the sunglasses, but hopefully Arthur could see that there was no winning this fight. He didn't need to publicly make an enemy of a Primogen for Shilo, not after everything else he's done for him. Shilo would be fine.

All the tension left Arthur's body, replaced by a sort of…sad resignation that felt familiar on him.

“As you wish, Prince Shilo.”

Edward's hold on him felt different. Not physically, but different, somehow. It supported him no less, and yet the thought that he was helpless without it, helpless to resist it, sent revulsion shuddering through his skin.

Edward was clearly much more relaxed now, turning back to Arthur with a smirk. “Thanks for understanding, brah. No offense meant, but you come off a little…shady.”

The crowd chuckled at the pun, and Shilo's head throbbed as Edward began to lead them away.

He kept his head down yet again, not only to hide from the sight of Elysium, but also out of shame. He could register bits and pieces of conversation about how kind Edward was to give up the rest of his night to take care of him.

This “kindness” tasted just as wrong on his tongue as the blood that caused it. Honeyed sweet to disguise something worse underneath. What, Shilo couldn't begin to guess, but it couldn't be good.

He shuffled as best he could, but he could feel Edward getting annoyed by his slow pace. It just- he didn't know what was in that blood, but it was only getting harder for him to walk, to think.

With the same charming face as ever, Edward turned to him, quipping “It'll take us all night to cross the floor at this rate, brah. Let me give you a lift.”

With that, he leaned down and picked up Shilo, carrying him in his arms like he weighed nothing. Shilo's head spun, and the crowd around cooed.

Shilo knew he shouldn't accept this, but his thoughts really were starting to slow down, and he didn't know if he could stand again if Edward did put him down.

The crowd parted for them as they moved.

Edward smelled nice.

Shilo buried his head in Edward's shoulder, finally blocking out the flashing, headache-inducing lights of Elysium, and let himself be carried wherever.

Shortly later, they were in some sort of lowly-lit, smaller room, the sounds of Elysium muffled as well. With the change in atmosphere, Shilo couldn't help but relax.

Edward set him down on something soft. Despite everything he'd done tonight, Shilo couldn't help but start to feel appreciative of him. It wasn't like they had proof that Edward had drugged the body. Maybe he had just wanted the Prince to honor their shared subjects. Maybe somebody else had a problem with him and wanted to frame Edward for it.

Edward walked away for…a moment. Shilo wasn't sure how long. Time was starting to feel weird and shaky. But he came back with a very nice cup, clear and full of dark blood.

“It, like, super sucks that I'm the reason you're messed up right now, so I brought you a lil sip to make up for it.”

Shilo smiled groggily, attempting to move to accept his offer, but only succeeding in flopping an arm around uncoordinatedly.

Edward, noticing the reaction, propped Shilo up against the armrest behind him, putting a hand on the back of his neck to steady him and using a thumb to tilt his head back.

“Drink up, little pequeño bro,” he said, watching Shilo's mouth intently as he lifted the cup to his lips.

The blood inside trickled into Shilo's mouth at a perfectly manageable pace, and as it touched his tongue, the sweet taste made him feel much better. He swallowed his drink as quickly as he could, taste coating his throat and giving him a nice, floaty feeling that took away the rest of his headache.

As he drank, he felt more and more grateful for Edward and how kind he was being. He didn't have to go out of his way to get Shilo blood, and to feed it to him like this too? Maybe this was his way of apologizing for his pushiness earlier!

The blood stopped flowing, and Edward tilted his head back down, using a thumb to wipe the blood off of his lips.

“Wow, you must've been hungry. I'll have to feed you some more later. For now, though, you just focus on getting some Z's.”

Shilo nodded, appreciating both the offer and the opportunity to rest. Even beyond his limbs feeling heavy and awkward to move, the headache had still left his brain slow and tired, and a nap sounded very nice right now.

Keeping his hands on Shilo, Edward pushed him back down onto the soft seat, and Shilo sank into it.

He would've been perfectly happy to let the world fade away completely, until he felt Edward's hands still on him, moving.

He tried to ask him what he was doing, but all he could get out was a muffled sound of confusion.

Still, Edward answered his unspoken question. “I'm just helping you get comfortable, little brah. These clothes are like, super stuffy, and they'll probably get wrinkled if you snooze in them.”

Oh, that made sense! Shilo relaxed again, letting Edward maneuver him to pull his coat off and take off his corset. He was right, the clothes were sort of uncomfortable, and the corset had so many buttons that it was surprising he got it off so easily.

It was when his hands started to undo Shilo's pants that Shilo felt like something was wrong again. He would prefer to stay decent while asleep, even if the clothes were rather formal. He always dressed in this manner, after all, the clothes were not that uncomfortable to him.

As Edward pulled the pants off his legs, Shilo whined. He tried to close his legs, but Edward pressed them back open, shushing him again.

“Don't worry about it, just let Big Papa Eddie take care of you.”

Shilo really, really wanted to trust him. He hadn't been the nicest tonight, but he had just seemed like he was trying to be better! He'd been concerned for Shilo, and carried him when it got hard to walk, and brought him to this much more private room, but- Shilo doesn't think anyone's seen this much of his body since he was a child and his mother or uncle still had to help him dress. At the very least, this was definitely improper.

He jolted at the feeling of Edward's bare hands against his skin, sliding under his shirt and touching his stomach. Despite the gentle touch also being something he couldn't remember feeling since childhood, it made him shudder. He wanted to push Edward away, but his arms were still so weak for some reason, his very brain upset at how much he was thinking instead of just letting himself slide into blissful unconsciousness.

“C'mon brah, don't fight me, just let it happen. You'll feel all better tomorrow,” Edward said, suddenly next to his ear. Shilo shivered at the feeling of his cold breath against his face, at the feeling of so much of his skin being exposed to open air. His shirt was pushed up onto his chest by now, the beautiful clothes he'd been given strewn in piles on the floor.

Edward's hands slipped lower, toying with the waistband of his boxers.

Shilo started crying. Whatever Edward was doing, it couldn't be anything good. This was gross, and Shilo didn't want it, and tears started dripping down his face as he whined again.

Shilo's underwear slipped down his legs, exposing his most sensitive flesh to open air. No, no, this couldn't be happening—

Edward sat up, and after he dropped Shilo's last scrap of modesty to the floor, Shilo felt hands curl under his knees, pressing them up to his shoulders and folding him in half. Shilo started to sob, and in response, Edward's thumbs rubbed circles into his inner thighs in a disturbing mimicry of comfort.

“It's alright, let it all out, little guy. Nobody can hear you back here,” he soothed.

Shilo obliged, crying louder.

Still keeping his legs pressed to his chest, Edward reached over him to grab something from an end table. Shilo heard the snap of a bottle cap, then felt a cold and disgustingly slick finger press into him.

He cut his own sob off with a gasp, eyes wide with bloody tears still pooled in them.

“Wow, you're tight. Is it your first time?”

Shilo groaned at the unfamiliar sensation. He wanted the intrusion out, but beyond his instinctual reaction, his body refused to push against it. He couldn't help but stay limp.

Edward smirked. “Don't worry, you're in great hands. I didn't get so popular without having a few tricks up my sleeve, aha.”

Shilo felt him poking around, exploring his body. He tried to hide in the darkness behind his eyelids, not able to look at the scene before him.

The darkness was safer.

Arthur was safer.

But he couldn't hear anyone through the walls separating them, and there was no way anyone would hear him.

Edward brushed a specific, tender spot inside him, and Shilo twitched involuntarily. Even the way his body moved was controlled by Edward now…

Edward took note of the twitch, pressing down against the spot firmly. “I'm getting ready to make you feel real good, brah.”

The movements inside him were starting to feel good. Shilo didn't want Edward to be making him feel good anymore.

A second finger pressed at his hole, and his traitorous, poisoned body was relaxed enough to let it in.

Some part of him gave up at that, instead trying to focus on anything else.

The room around him was dark.

The seat under him was soft and fuzzy.

Every voice he heard was muffled, too far away to help or hurt him.

Maybe this was just a nightmare.

It felt too nice for a nightmare.

The fingers pulled out of him, and he whined, pushing his eyes open the slightest bit.

“Time to make your dreams come true, baby boy,” Edward cooed.

The reminder of what was happening to him hurt like a stake to his heart, and left him just as helpless.

Something thicker pressed against his entrance, and his tears returned. But not from pain. The stretch felt nauseatingly good, his relaxed muscles giving way to the intrusion, that carefully massaged spot inside him lighting up at the contact.

Shilo choked on a sob. He wished Edward would just hurt him instead.

Edward stopped when he was all the way inside for just a moment, leaning down to kiss the tear tracks on Shilo's cheeks. Shilo tried so hard to push him away, but his arm would barely press against Edward.

Edward clasped his hand over the one Shilo had pressed to his chest, interlocking their fingers.

“Bet this feels like a lot, huh? It's alright, just take it all in and enjoy.”

With that, he started moving, pulling out then pushing back in at a painfully gentle pace. Shilo keened involuntarily, feeling his arousal betray him.

The steady rocking back and forth made him want to throw up everything he'd drank tonight, but even so, his hips twitched like they wanted to press back against it.

If he just- if he just ignored him, if he just blocked out Edward's voice from his ears- maybe he could just enjoy it like he asked.

Maybe it was unfair to ignore Edward when he was doing all this work to make Shilo feel good, but a prince was allowed to be a touch selfish, right?

Shilo relaxed into the thrusts, moans slipping out of his lips now that he didn't hold them back. He felt his dick twitch against his stomach.

“Aww, I think the little guy wants some attention too, doesn't he?”

Shilo whimpered, nodding weakly and bucking his hips the best he could.

The hand against him was perfect, soft but firm in grip, stroking just in sync with the thrusts.

Blood kept spilling down his face, his tears pushed out by how much was inside him, how much he was feeling.

The pleasure only added more, building up, curling in his stomach in the space the nausea had left.

He couldn't scream as he came, only whining as his body tensed one more time. With the way the liquid splattered on his stomach, maybe it was a good thing his shirt was pushed up.

He started sinking, falling away from his body. The continued movements inside him were a little uncomfortable, but he could barely feel them. He could barely feel much of anything.

“Go ahead and take that nap now, buddy. You probably won't remember any of this tomorrow.”

#rem's ramblings #just roll with it #jrwi fanfiction #jrwi the suckening #the suckening #edward twilight #jrwi edward twilight #shilo bathroy #shilo bathory #jrwi shilo #jrwi peacock #(at least that's the only shipname ive heard of for them)#jrwi freezone #sintember 2024 #tw noncon #tw sa #tw rape #tw drugs

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sakuraaachan · 2 years ago

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Recreation - Satoru Gojo - REQUESTED

Domestic moments with Husband Gojo, where you guys reminisce moments with one another especially your first dance during your wedding. So why not recreate that magical moment of a first dance. (In the end, may you add their daughter dancing along with them, that would be so cute!)

Sorry this took so long, was on a little break! I hope you enjoy, I did my best to make this extremely cute and fuffy! (Also my Submission form was kinda bugged when you submitted it so I didn't get to tag you. Sorry!)

Word count: 2149

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Rating: Fluff

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Around the time you got married, there was a saying flying around. A joke between inside friends. ‘If Satoru Gojo can get married, then maybe there’s hope for us after all.’ It was no secret how handsome Gojo was perceived, and the many looks and all the attention the male would get from women.

But it wasn’t his looks that tended to drive women away, his silly personality was just a little too much for one to handle on a daily basis. His arrogance, ego, pride, it was another handful that wasn’t so pleasurable.

Despite this, he had no interest in settling. That is, until he met you. Your first day on the job, hair pressed to a flowy silky state, a lift mist of perfume radiating from your body, a deep shade of red painted on your lips. He didn’t see your face first though, it was the tight little skirt you wore that drew him in first.

You found his persistent advances rather bothersome, and his behavior grated on your nerves. His arrogance and ego only fueled your resistance, and you made it clear that you were not interested in his advances.

However, Gojo, being the determined and stubborn man he was, saw your rejection as a challenge rather than a deterrent. He couldn't resist the opportunity to win you over, intrigued by your unwavering will to reject him.

But with due time, you began to peel back the layers of his silly and arrogant exterior, you discovered his kindness, loyalty, and unwavering support for those he cared about. Slowly, his persistence transformed into genuine affection, and he became a person you could rely on.

One day, after a particularly challenging day at work, you found yourself seeking comfort in a quiet corner of the office. Unexpectedly, Satoru appeared by your side, offering a cup of coffee and a sympathetic ear. Despite his bad habit of always talking about himself, he listened attentively as you poured out your frustrations. It was in that moment that you realized how much he had grown on you, how much you valued his presence in your life.

It was almost like he knew exactly the moment that you fell for him, the grin on his face as your face slowly changed colors. Satoru's relentless pursuit had paid off, and with a couple of dates, you both discovered a connection that surpassed superficial attraction.

The relationship had its ups and down. It was hard dating the most eligible bachelor in Japan. It was a mental strain that heavily impacted your mental health. So many pretty girls would approach him, interrupting dates and coddling him. Not to mention old flings trying to get back with him. Sure Satoru would send them off, but his charm would only leave the ladies wanting more.

Sometimes you felt like you couldn’t compare to how beautiful the girls were. All of them make up for things you were lacking. Feelings of insecurity and comparison crept into your mind, causing moments of doubt and vulnerability. You couldn't help but wonder if you were enough for Satoru, given the beauty and allure of the women who pursued him.

Satoru remained steadfast and unwavering in his love for you, he constantly reminded you of his promising favor for you and only you, but it couldn’t help the small voice in the back of your mind. At first Satoru was nice about it, he understood, and was patient, but with your stubbornness to believe nobody could replace you, he eventually got fed up.

He was angry, storming out of your house with no words. Your stomach had churned with insecurity. Your heart sank with the fear of having jeopardized your relationship. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and your mind was consumed with regret and self-doubt.

Tears streamed down your face as you brought your knees closer to your body, unable to contain your emotions any longer. Your sobs echoed through the empty house, a painful reminder of the fragile state of your heart.

But just when you thought all hope was lost, the front door swung open, and there stood Satoru. He approached you slowly, his eyes locked with yours, and without uttering a single word, he knelt down on one knee.

In his hand was a sparkling ring, a symbol of his love and commitment. The sight took your breath away, a small feeling of silliness washing away the sorrow pit in your stomach.

He spoke with a firm voice, pouring his heart out to you. He expressed how much you meant to him, how you had touched his life in ways no one else had. Declaring his unwavering love for you and his desire to spend the rest of his life by your side.

Tears had soon dried up on your cheeks, you couldn't find the words to respond. Overwhelmed with happiness, you simply nodded, tears streaming down your face as a resounding "Yes" escaped your lips.

Satoru slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a future together and in that instant, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you just vanished.

The day of your wedding soon arrived, and as you stood in front of the mirror, your breath caught in your throat. The sight that greeted you took your own breath away. Adorned in a white wedding gown, its intricate lace and flowing silhouette accentuated your every curve, making you feel like a vision of ethereal beauty.

The years since your high school prom had been filled with everyday moments and casual attire, leaving little opportunity to truly dress up. But now, in this momentous occasion, you were reminded of just how radiant and enchanting you could be.

Today you’d marry the man of your dreams. Waiting by the door was your father, his nose was red, having already started crying before even seeing you in the dress.

You walked towards him, the delicate lace of your gown brushing against the floor with every step. As you approached, your father's hands trembled slightly as he reached out to hold yours.

His voice cracked as he whispered, "you look absolutely stunning, my dear. Today, you become a bride, but you will forever be my little girl."

“Thank you daddy,” you smiled.

With your father by your side, you made your way towards the ceremony, anticipation building in every beat of your heart. With a deep breath, the doors swung open, revealing the elegantly decorated venue. Friends and family everywhere.

The room was adorned with flowers, casting a soft, romantic ambiance. The guests turned their heads, their eyes filling with awe as they caught sight of you, a vision in white, walking down the aisle.

But you weren’t focused on the gawking stares, eyes on your soon to be husband standing at the altar with his hands in his pockets. Even at such an important event, Satoru would always be Satoru.

You reached the altar, your father giving your hand a gentle squeeze before placing it in Satoru's. As you exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other for a lifetime, the room filled with a palpable sense of unity.

You spoke your rows with a rhythm, each word from memory as you had written the rows down a long time ago. When it came to Satoru’s turn, you noticed how his eyes would continuously peek down at his hand. With a small glimpse, you can see the small smudges of ink on his finger.

You resist the urge to laugh, rolling your eyes at the man. As the officiant pronounced you as husband and wife, a surge of pure joy rushed through your veins. The room erupted in applause and cheers, a symphony of happiness celebrating your union.

As you and Satoru sealed your vows with a tender kiss, the world faded away, leaving only the blissful realization that you were now married. Hand in hand, you walked back down the aisle, the sounds of jubilation following your every step.

You smile at the picture frame in your hand. A picture of your hand Satoru holding hands at the altar. It had been years since that happy moment, and you were now living in your new suburban home right in the best neighborhood in Japan.

“What are you looking at hun?”

You place the picture frame back in place as Satoru walks over, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You turn to face Satoru, a warm smile playing on your lips as you lean into his affectionate kiss. His presence always brings a sense of comfort and happiness to your life, even in the simplest of moments.

"I was just looking at this picture of us from our wedding day," you reply, your voice filled with nostalgia. "It's incredible how time flies. We've come so far since then, haven't we?"

“We definitely have.” Satoru wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But you are still as beautiful as the day I saw you walk down the aisle.”

“And you are just as corny as the day I first met you.”

As you both stand in the cozy living room of your home, a sense of contentment washes over you. The walls are adorned with photographs, capturing cherished memories of vacations, family gatherings, and the milestones you've shared as a couple.

Satoru clears his throat, pulling away from you and walking over to the record player you had been gifted a couple years ago. He puts on a new record and in a few seconds a soft song begins to play.

“What are you up to?” You arch a brow at him. A mischievous smile dances across Satoru's lips as he adjusts the dimmers, creating an intimate and romantic atmosphere in the room. The soft glow of the lights casts a warm aura, enveloping both of you in its gentle embrace.

“This corny husband wants to dance with his beautiful wife,” Satoru says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Do you remember our first dance at our wedding?"

A wave of nostalgia washes over you and the melody of the song suddenly becomes familiar as you recall the enchanting dance that marked the beginning of your journey as husband and wife.

As the music fills the room, a melodic tune that holds a special place in your heart, Satoru extends his hand towards you. "May I have this dance, my love?"

You accept his outstretched hand with a playful twinkle in your eyes. "Of course, but I hope you remember that I have two left feet."

Satoru chuckles, pulling you into his arms with practiced ease. "No worries. You can just step on my feet like last time."

The two of you sway gently to the rhythm of the song, losing yourselves in the moment. As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, his heartbeat becomes the rhythm that guides your dance. It feels as if time slows down, and the outside world fades away, leaving only the two of you in this precious moment.

His touch is gentle yet firm, his movements perfectly synchronized with yours. The dance becomes a language of its own, speaking volumes about your love and commitment. As you move in harmony, a smile graces your lips, and you whisper words of endearment to one another.

But the soft moment is interrupted by the gentle cries of a child in the other room. You both stop dancing, sharing a look before you walk over to the nursery. “Looks like someone doesn’t like being left out.”

You picked up your daughter, the baby’s beautiful eyes welled with tears. You smile as you pick her up, pressing her to your chest to rock her to a soothed state. As you return to the living room, Satoru remains where you left him, his arms open to hold you and his daughter.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to dance with both my favorite ladies.”

You approach him, handing him his daughter who he cradles in his arm with ease, as he pulls you into a warm and comforting hug. Together, the three of you create a new dance, swaying gently to the rhythm alongside your daughter's sleepy breaths. The world outside may be filled with chaos and responsibilities, but in this moment, you find solace in the warmth in the family you had created.

As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, you feel the steady beat of his heart—a rhythm that reassures you of the love and stability you've built together. You exchange soft whispers of affection, showering your daughter with loving words that soothe her delicate soul.

With each gentle sway, you realize that this dance is just as magical as the first dance at your wedding. It's a dance of parenthood, a dance that you’d grow to remember as you got older with your husband.

©LuvloveUni

#gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #gojo sensei #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satorugojo #satoru x reader #satoru x you

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writtenjewels · 2 years ago

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Seedling Day

Salim felt a little nervous as he approached his son. This day was something the two of them had shared together for many seasons. He only hoped that Zain would understand. It came as no surprise to find Zain studying the smaller plants in their area. The younger dryad looked up at his father's approach and smiled.

[Happy seedling day, Baba.]

[Thank you.] Salim returned the smile before taking a breath and speaking his thoughts. [I was hoping you wouldn't mind me doing something different today.] That caught his son's interest. Zain raised an eyebrow, waiting for his father to go on. [I know you and I usually spend this day together, and we will, but I also wanted to see Jason.]

[That cactus nymph?] Now both of Zain's eyebrows were up. [I thought he didn't like you.]

[He's just… prickly.] Salim didn't share how Jason blossomed for him at the nymph dance; it felt too personal a moment to share with his son.

[Well, it's your seedling day, Baba,] Zain concluded. [If it makes you happy, it's okay.]

Salim hugged his son in gratitude and hurried to meet up with Jason. The nymph was easy enough to find, as he usually hung out by the oasis or with the other nymphs. Salim eventually found the cactus; Jason spotted him and lit up in a smile. He hurried over and Salim reached for him.

“Hey,” Jason smiled, cheeks flushing a darker green.

“Hello.” Salim caressed the thin layer of needles on Jason's cheek. Even when he wasn't extending his needles, they would always be a part of Jason's skin. “How is your day going?”

“Not half bad. How 'bout you?”

“Today is my seedling day,” Salim informed him. Jason's eyelashes fluttered, the flush on his skin going even darker green. He understood the significance of Salim being here today.

“I don't got anything for you.”

“That's all right,” Salim assured him. “All I want is to spend the day with you, habibi.” Jason gave him a snort and punched him in the arm. “What was that for?”

“Just 'cause you're a fuckin' tree don't mean you gotta be so sappy!” Salim couldn't help but laugh, and Jason's face softened into a smile as well. “Seriously,” Jason resumed. “That's all you wanna do today?”

“I'll spend time with Zain later,” Salim answered with a shrug. He leaned a little closer, bending his head down to breathe in the scent from Jason's blossomed flower. Even the nymph's scent was a little sharp. Jason's hand touched his cheek and lifted his head back up so their eyes met.

Jason drew closer still and brushed his lips to Salim's. The dryad gasped at the contact and moved his hands to press against Jason's back, drawing him closer. He enjoyed the feel of the nymph's body against his, all of Jason's sharp needles somehow perfectly complementing Salim's bark.

“There's somethin' nymphs do on their seedling day, if you're interested,” Jason mentioned when they parted.

“Certainly, habibi.”

Jason took him by the hand and led him along. They walked until they came to an open clearing full of sunlight. Still holding Salim's hand, Jason positioned them near the center of the clearing. He drew in close so his cheek brushed across Salim's. The dryad felt his heart skip a beat. He wasn't used to Jason being so close.

“Follow my lead,” Jason instructed, and with that began to sway them in a dance. It was slower than the one performed when the nymphs blossomed. Jason had a hand on Salim's shoulder to guide him as they moved to some rhythm only the nymph seemed to know.

“You do this every seedling day?” Salim confirmed.

“Sorta.” Jason nuzzled against Salim. “Not usually with a partner.”

“Then I'm honored you made the exception for me, habibi.” He turned his head just enough to catch the nymph's lips in another kiss. Jason let the contact linger and grow, pulling back with a sigh and brushing their cheeks together again. “You're very affectionate today, habibi,” Salim observed.

“I like that I can get close to you,” Jason confessed. “The needles make it kinda hard, y'know?” Salim nodded absently, running a hand down Jason's spine. The nymph shivered at his touch. “Guess you would know,” Jason hummed. “Your bark don't make it so easy, either. But it suits me just fine.”

Salim didn't respond. He was enjoying the feel and touch of Jason, the slow movements of their dance. Jason, for all his needles, suited Salim, too.

“Happy seedling day,” Jason said in his ear. Salim couldn't remember having a better one than this.

#jason x salim #jason/salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes #jalim #salim othman

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ginminowas · 2 years ago

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grumpus designs addendummm

ANYWAYS. felt like doin a post talking abt how i draw the grumpuses or whatever for funsies bc im bored + since i did the design meme. lets go

in General : i draw them like furries, vaguely. which is fun because im not much of a furry artist so i have no idea what im doing and it shows. in general i give them sorta snouts in varying... snoutyness depending on their over/underbite. eg floofty, snorpy gramble and shelda have flatter faces while liz, lillow and wambus look like weird dogs, i guess. i draw them with human-shaped hands but put pawpads on them. sometimes. you could say i give them ears but to be honest they dont look functioning i just slap some squiggles on their heads and move on. i also give some of them tails. because i walk around irl like why dont i have a tail and well its their problem now.

I also give them more/detailed-er hair and clothes. character specific stuff below

Filbo is still just a guy. I mostly just slapped some freckles on him because I thought theyd be cute. in a spongebob kinda way. i put a hawaiian shirt on him. not pictured, i think he would have a little tuft of a tail. average goober

I draw Beffica with more... idk if id say realistic hair, but it’s less of a hat. as far as I can tell, her in-game model has orangeish-red eyes (color makes me think of ketchup), but I made them browner. not a lot of brown eyed characters in media but this is partially habit on my part coming from drawing genshin fanart (nobody has brown eyes). i made her nose heart shaped and put her in a off the shoulder shirt. she has a sort of... cheetah? pattern bc i think its cute.

Eggabell is round soft and pink. not as egg shaped in my style i suppose, but she prob looks more egg fullbody than just her bust lol. i like the ........ floofy thing ive seen ppl put on her so theres that, i also think she’d look cute w/ short hair. changed her med belt into a sort of... satchel lookin thing?

Liz. in the meme I forgot about her hat, LOL. I give her a ponytail haircut - she kinda looks like a wolf and less like a walrus I suppose... she’s muscular and scared from The Adventuring, and I put a vest thing on her. she still has the belt.

Wambus I made look a bit dilfy... kind of wolf shaped in my brain. him and Triffany feel like the types to be that thick beefy kind of muscled. gave him bushy eyebrows and sort of hair, w some grey hairs. he and Triffany are around 40-50s to me, they both have some wrinkles, but im. bad at drawing older ppl

Triffany..... her hat was a menace to draw. she’s just as beefed up as Wambus, but she’s very fluffy and soft looking. her vest is more Open in canon but I didn’t wanna redraw it but im sure she has amazing chest fur. she has curly-ish hair in a ponytail.

for Cromdo I tried to make him like.. idk... uncleish. danny devitocore. I’m not used to drawing characters like him so ??? its a little funny looking but I tried to make him look like he had body hair as if he wasnt covered in fur lmfao. gave him some wrinkles, he’s probably in his 40s. put a shirt on that freak. also, had trouble w his nose.

I’ve had trouble drawing shorter characters in relation to taller ones (chandlo) but I liked how I drew Gramble. I put freckles on him (cute factor), turned his vest into a full sweater (w shirt collar), gave him some curly strawberry red hair under the hat. he’s cute. I know he weighs like 3 apples

WIGGLE my beloved! I felt I made her a bit Much but honestly? fits her. I gave her short curly hair - I do like how other designs give her the spiky mohawk look from the cheepoof tho! in her model her eyes are blue, but I darkened them similarly to how I changed Beffica’s eyes, but its less noticeable with the glasses. I gave her a sorta... half tube top w a see thru part (forgot the word.) probably wears beach party clothes

Oddly, I have trouble with Chandlo. He’s kind of dog-ish like Liz an Lillow, also made his nose heart shaped cuz its cute. gave him hair under the hat but idk how I feel on it. he’s beefy obviously, but I think he’s a bit more defined than Wambus. I couldn’t quite show it but I imagine he has rather calloused paws, but is otherwise careful when carpenter-ing and such (unlike Snorpy and Floofty, OSHA enemies.)

SNORBYYYYY I love this little yellow thing. I draw him (and his sibling) with casual glasses usually, because I imagine the magnifying glass isnt Always necessary. I also put him in a sweater. I gave him some freckles and changed the direction of his hair + the style to be in a ponytail idk. his arms and hands are particularly scarred, from equipment and engineering accidents and such, probably has some burns too.

Floofty my beloved rude asshole. I have a little trouble w their hair on the left side of their head 😭 I also give them simpler glasses to wear when they don’t need the goggles because wearing that shit all day hurts. I put them in a hoodie/jacket + lab coat combo. I imagine the lab coat is blood stained. stuff’s hard to clean. They’re equally if not more scarred than their brother, and have a particularly bad burn/scar double whammy on their right hand which I hc they get after getting fired when having a meltdown. ANYWAYS

Shelda my gramma. I love her but MY GOD coloring the flowers was hard lol. I imagine her fur is on the shorter side. I don’t have too much to say I guess? I want to give her a hug.

Clumby I just drew a kind of Aunt-y ish garfield. the glasses and hat were hard. definitely the type of woman I saw in the middle school’s reception office.

is that all? I guess that’s all. there’s Lillow, but I dont have much to say I guess? besides that the scar on her nose is from snaktooth. what was it clumby said? “dont fall off a cliff onto your face?”

#bugsnax #long post #sorry my thoughts are all over the place #i dont know how to explain my brain.

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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Sexytime?

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Words: 2097

Summary: You and Jensen are stuck doing surveillance and Jake gets bored. Also, he tries some dirty talk for the first time!

Warnings: Fluff, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This ended up being kind of precious, but I’m ok with that. I just love this giant nerd so much! Join my taglist here if you want! (Side note, I know that Brother Rapp comes after Sex Machine on the James Brown album but that would’ve been like 15 minutes of dancing I had to write)

“Oh my god, I’m so bored.”

You shot a glare at Jake as you set up the surveillance equipment. He had draped himself over the table in your loft dramatically as you did your work.

“We’ve been here for literally a half an hour. Are you going to whine the whole time?” You loved the guy but weren’t looking forward to spending the next 12 hours with his ass if he was going to be a little bitch the whole time. You bent down to test the camera angles as he sighed heavily.

“I can’t believe you don’t even have a TV. What are we going to do this whole time?”

“I dunno, maybe our jobs?” You were barely paying attention as you made adjustments to the scopes.

“Nah.” He jumped off the table and stretched. “You’ve gotta have something to do here. I’m gonna look around.”

You just shook your head at him as he started wandering around aimlessly, still fiddling with the equipment to make sure you were covering all the exits.

“Ooh, what’s up here?” He started to climb the ladder to the second level. This was his first time at your place, and he was curious. “Shit.”

You grinned to yourself as you settled back in your chair, eyes on the monitor. He must’ve found the weapons cache.

“Oho, is this a rocket launcher?!”

You gave a laugh as you glanced up at him. “Sure is, baby. Maybe put it down though, you’re pointing it at your face.”

“Oh, fuck. Whoops.” He placed the launcher down gingerly as he scoped the rest of the landing. “That’s it? A refrigerator, a bed, and a shit-ton of explosives?” He started to work his way back down the ladder. “Kinda boring. Oh, what’s this?”

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you considered what his new discovery might be.

“Look at this record collection!” He sounded stupid giddy. “Marvin Gay, Roxy Music, so much Led Zeppelin. Y/N, are you secretly cool?”

“I don’t think it’s a secret.” You teased back at him, smiling in spite of yourself.

“Oh, yesss!” You heard him start up the record player and all of a sudden James Brown was yelling over the speakers as the Sex Machine album started.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Turn that down, do you want the mark to know we’re up here?”

“C’mon, you know you wanna dance with me.” He had one of those ridiculous grins on his face as he slid across the floor into your field of view, rolling his hips and shoulders to the music.

“We’re supposed to be surveilling, Jake.”

“You just spent 45 minutes setting up all that equipment, you’re telling me the cameras can’t take over for just a bit?”

You bit your lip as you watched him dancing around your kitchen like a goofball. God he was such a perfect idiot. “Fine, but you tell anyone about this and I’ll stab you.”

“Ooh, don’t tease me, sweetheart.”

You rose out of your chair to join him, gliding across the floor easily, leading with your hips as your feet slid along to the rhythm. Your upper body rolled smoothly to the music, following the motion set by your hips.

“Fuck, you’re a really good dancer.” Jensen was giving you an appreciative look as you kicked your feet in a signature James Brown style.

“You seem surprised, Jake.” You laughed lightly at him.

“I mean, I kinda am. No offense, but you’ve usually got a stick up your ass.”

“Ouch.” You placed a hand to your chest in a mock wounded gesture. “This is nothing though.”

“Really, you’ve got more moves up your sleeve?”

“Yeah, watch this.”

You winked at him before spinning fast and lowering yourself into a split, then rising up as you brought your legs back together. He broke out into hysterical laughter.

“Ok, fine. You’ve officially shocked me.”

“Ooh, I’m full of surprises honey.” You slid closer to him as the song shifted to ‘Bewildered’, pressing your body into his.

“What happened to doing our jobs?” He teased as you started kissing his neck.

“You got me all worked up now sweetheart.” You murmured against his throat.

“Oh, fuck. I hate to do this but…” He pointed at the monitor.

The mark was getting into a black SUV in the middle of a group of motorcycles, getting ready to head out.

“Shit!” You hissed, scrambling over to the radio to call it in to Aisha and the rest of the team. “they’re on the move!”

“Fuck, did you get a chance to tag their ride?” Aisha asked over the comms.

“Yeah, did that first thing.”

“Ok, keep an eye on us while we tail them.”

“You got it.”

“Sooo….” Jake murmured behind you. “Should we pick this up later, or….?”

You just waved a hand behind you to shush him as you went over everything with Aisha. He gave a heavy sigh and went to make himself a sandwich. Maybe you had some books laying around somewhere.

It was three hours later when you finally signed off the comms. You stood up and stretched out, wondering where your puppy had gotten to.

You found him passed out on the couch, glasses askew and a sandwich crust resting on his chest as he softly snored, your copy of ‘Dune’ laying open next to him on the couch. You shook your head as you returned the book to the shelf and tossed the rest of his sandwich in the trash. You slipped Miles Davis’ ‘Kind of Blue’ album onto the record player and crawled into his lap.

“Fuck.” He jolted awake when you started nibbling at his ear lobe. “What time is it?”

“It’s 8 PM, dumbass.” You whispered into his neck. “You slept through the whole op.”

“What?” He was still out of it. “What about the surveillance?”

“Well,” you murmured, slipping your hands under his Petunias tee and running your palms up his torso. “There was a firefight, and it seems the mark is no longer an issue.”

“Ok.” His brain was almost caught up now. “So, sexytime?”

You lifted his glasses off his nose and gave him a low chuckle as you set them on the coffee table. “Yeah, baby, sexytime.”

He gave you one of his stupid grins as he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his hands kneading into your hips as he ground his growing erection into your mound. You drew his shirt over his head as you gyrated against him, moaning as your cunt clenched around nothing, a fresh rush of arousal soaking through your panties and leggings.

Jake ran his hands up your back and tugged the shoulders of your cami down over your arms until your tits were exposed. He nuzzled himself between your breasts, brushing his lips against your skin softly as you arched into his mouth.

He moved his mouth to your nipple and elicited a groan as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, bringing up one hand to palm at the opposite breast.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whispered, screwing your eyes shut and bringing up a hand to the back of his head as you drove your hips into him, desperate for friction. “God, I need it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He whispered against your chest. “You need my big fucking cock? You gonna take it like a good girl?”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. Those words coming out of your sweet puppy were just too much and you broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Aww, c’mon.” He was pouting now. “I just wanted to try something new.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” You fell back on the couch, trying to catch your breath “You just caught me off guard. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

You scooted yourself down on the couch until you could dip your hands into his sweats, biting your lip as you drew out his cock, biting your lip as wrapped your hands around him.

“Mmm, I need this cock so bad. My pussy is so fucking wet for you.” You ran your thumb through the precum at his tip at the same time you shoved your hand down your panties, moaning as you drew your fingers through your sopping folds until you found your clit.

“Fuck, baby. Ok.” He tore off your panties and lined himself up. “Uh, you want this cock, you better ask me real nice. Is this ok?”

You grinned and nodded to him. “Please, Jake, fuck me with that massive dick?”

“Shit, don’t need to ask twice.” He muttered as he nudged his tip between your folds, slowly pressing into you. You let out a whine as he sheathed himself in you, digging your fingers into the couch cushions. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Like feeling my big cock splitting you open. God, you’re so fucking tight. Look at this pussy gripping me so good.”

His hips were driving into you hard, his cock dragging against your g-spot with each thrust. You met each of his thrusts with your own, whining as he pounded into you. You brought your fingers down to your clit, drawing circles around it desperately before Jake wrenched your hand away.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I’m the only one who gets to make you cum tonight.” He licked his fingers before pressing them to your tiny bundle of nerves, making you scream.

“Fuck, Jake! Don’t stop!” You felt your pleasure gathering in the pit of your stomach as you writhed underneath him. “God, I’m cumming!”

“That’s right baby, cream all over my cock.”

The coil snapped and you wailed as every muscle in your abdomen knotted before releasing in quivering bliss. You felt your spend gushing over your thighs around Jake’s dick as you came down, his hips still plunging into you relentlessly.

“I’m gonna flip you over beautiful. I wanna watch this ass bounce while I make you scream.”

You whined when he pulled out, but then he flipped you over like it was nothing and drove back into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He slapped your ass hard before gripping one hip to draw you back into him over and over. He wrapped his other hand in your hair and wrenched your head back, making your eyes roll back into your head as he pounded into you.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. I swear this body was made for me.” He murmured as he picked up the pace even more, and you felt your pussy clench around him at his praise as you felt another orgasm starting to build. “You can cum again, pretty girl. I wanna feel this cunt strangle my cock.”

“Ffuuck.” You groaned as another orgasm ripped through you. You body rolling underneath Jake as aftershocks shook your core and left you breathless.

“Shit, gonna fill you up, baby. You ready to take all my cum, beautiful?”

“Yes, please.” You moaned against the couch cushions, still feeling the aftereffects of your previous orgasm.

He hissed through his teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside you, then his hot spend was coating your velvety walls, eliciting another groan from deep in your chest.

Jake stilled his hips and collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his body heat as you felt his cock softening. You hummed with pleasure as he buried his face in your hair.

“Was that ok, Y/N?” Your boy was so fucking considerate and sweet, he made your teeth hurt.

“That was more than ok, Jensen.” You mumbled against the couch cushions as he pulled out of you and started to roll you over.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too mean?”

“Jakey, baby, you weren’t mean at all. You’re still my sweet puppy.” You gave him a massive grin as you drew your face up to his and gave him a soft, slow kiss.

He gave you a grin of his own when you pulled away and started to lay back on the couch, cradling his head between your breasts.

“Good.” He muttered against your skin. “Cause I have some other things I was hoping to try.”

“Really baby? What else did you wanna try out?” You ran your fingers lightly over his spine as the two of you lay there, starting to doze off.

“Mmm, what do you think about roleplay?” You could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he started to fall asleep.

You just gave him a light laugh as you slipped into a daze yourself. “Ooh, that sounds like fun.”

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obwjam · 4 years ago

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“I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.” With Scott Lang please :)

“I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.”

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes A THOUSAND TIMES YES

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Times were tough at the Lang residence. Scott wasn’t allowed to leave the house, his daughter was only allowed to visit on weekends, and worst of all, he worried about his future. How could an ex-con like him find work again? How could he possibly put behind everything he had been through in Germany? Often times, he sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, TV off, staring blankly at the wall.

Other times, he danced.

He wasn’t very good at it, but hey, who was watching? Scott would rev up his ever-growing 80s playlist, crank his speakers up to ten and let his arms flail and his legs go wild. For an hour and forty-six minutes, he would dance and sing and act out fight scenes he had choreographed in his head until he was just about ready to pass out.

Today was an especially stressful day. Cassie was sick and didn’t want to come, so for the first Saturday afternoon in a while, Scott was alone. There really wasn’t anything good on TV, and he had a nightmare the night before. If the good vibes wouldn’t come to him, he would make them himself.

He was maybe an hour into the playlist when he closed his eyes, spun around on one socked foot, struck a pose, and opened his eyes to the most confusing sight he had ever seen.

You were, in a word, fascinated with this human. For whatever reason, he never left the house anymore, which made borrowing close to impossible, but he was boisterous and goofy and just the right amount of weird. Eating cereal and crying at black and white Spanish movies at 10 p.m. was not normal human behavior, but it was normal for this one.

The dancing was especially entertaining. It was like a free show every day. The music was catchy and you had learned the words. Sometimes, you even danced with him. You discovered this crack in the old wood that allowed you to sit in its threshold and observe the human.

You were so caught up in the music that when Scott’s eyes landed on you, it took you a few seconds to realize what was going on.

Though Scott was staring right at you, he still couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. A tiny person? In his house? He squinted — no, it wasn’t Hank or Hope. They didn’t appear to be wearing a suit, either. Just some makeshift clothing. Was this a new Avenger with shrinking powers, sent to spy on him? Was it the government?

For some reason, you weren’t very scared. Years of watching the human from afar told you that he was a very relaxed person. He wasn’t overly excitable and didn’t seem to have a malicious bone in his body. You certainly didn’t mean to be seen, but it also didn’t seem like the worst possible thing that could have happened. It almost felt inevitable.

Scott stared at you, mouth agape and a thousand thoughts swirling around his mind like a hurricane. He realized he was still stuck in a ridiculous pose, so he put his arms back to his side and straightened himself. He should have figured there were real-life tiny people. Why else would Hank want to build shrinking technology?

You were staring back, mouth also agape and equally fascinated by what was in front of you. But Scott didn’t think you’d break the ice, so it was up to him.

“Um... hi,” Scott said, awkwardly giving a small wave. “What are you doing in my house?”

You tilted your head. For a human, he didn’t seem to be very surprised at what he was seeing. You lifted your arm and grabbed onto the wood for support as you spoke up. “Uh... I live here.”

“You live here? Last time I checked, I live here. Oh, no, they didn’t take my house away, did they?”

“What?” you blurted. “Who’s they?”

“Woo didn’t send you here, did he?”

“Woo? Woo who?”

“Jeez, you don’t need to act so excited about it.”

“Hold up!” you yelled, throwing your hands up. Scott pressed his lips together. “What... what are you talking about?”

“You’re government, aren’t you? Here to keep tabs on me, make sure I’m not breaking the Accords?”

“Government?” You blinked in disbelief. “You think I work for the government?”

“Well...” Scott started to attempt an explanation, but couldn’t really find one. “Why else would you be here?”

“I told you. I live here.”

“...so you’re not government.”

“Oh brother,” you mumbled to yourself, taking an exasperated seat. “Um. No?”

“...You wouldn’t happen to be an Avenger, would you?”

“An Avenger? Am I missing something here?”

“Well excuse me for trying to come up with an explanation as to why there’s someone sitting on my wall who’s two inches tall!”

“Hey, I’m four inches, thank you very much,” you scoffed.

Scott ran a hand through his hair. This wasn’t going very well at all. You sighed and took a breath. You could understand why he’d be so flustered.

“No, I’m not government. Or an Avenger. I’m just... a regular borrower.”

Scott stared at you blankly, trying to piece together what a borrower could be, before it dawned on him and his eyes went wide. “Oh wow. You’re really just that small!”

“I didn’t think that was even in question.”

“Gosh, sorry, that’s really embarrassing of me.” He let out a laugh. “An Avenger. What was I thinking?”

His laugh made you laugh. “I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve done a lot of embarrassing things in my life. Being put in a maximum security prison’s definitely up there. I’m used to small jails, you know?”

You gave him a quizzical stare.

“This ankle monitor is pretty bad, too, though I— wait a second. Did you say you’ve been watching me for years? ”

You gulped. You thought he either didn’t hear that part or didn’t care.

“I—um, I mean, I was just — I was speaking metaphorically—”

Scott’s expression immediately softened. “Woah, hey, I’m not mad!” He realized he was gazing down at you, and he lowered himself ever so slightly to be at your eye level. Now, he could see the way you gripped the wall protectively. “I’m just... confused. What do you mean you’ve watched me from the walls?”

“It means I live in your walls!” you cried, not realizing how shaky your voice had gotten. You steadied your breathing before continuing. “That’s what borrowers do. We live in the walls of houses.”

“Like mice?”

You sniffed a laugh. “Yes, like mice. Which I help keep away from here, mind you. When was the last time you saw a mouse around here?”

“Oh, gosh, I can’t even remember. Years ago.” You smirked and raised your eyebrow, and once it clicked, Scott’s eyes lit up.

“That’s so cool!” Scott smiled. You knew he was a quirky human, but even you were a bit surprised at how nonchalant he was being. “Do you use those little toothpicks that look like a sword?”

“There are toothpicks that look like swords?”

“Oh yeah!” Scott grinned. “They’d be perfectly your size, actually.”

“Huh. Y’know, that might actually be helpful to shoo away beetles and spiders.”

Scott grimaced. He had gotten used to ants, but spiders is where he drew the line. “Oh, gross.”

“It’s just a part of the job,” you shrugged. There was an awkward pause before you spoke again. “I, um. I’m sorry for startling you.”

“No, no,” Scott shook his head, “I’m sorry for making you listen to the same music all the time!”

“No, it’s fine, I... I actually kinda like it,” you blushed. “Usually, borrowers keep themselves hidden. Most humans aren’t as... entertaining as you.”

Scott smiled, not even realizing that maybe that wasn’t a compliment. It felt exhilarating just to have a face-to-face conversation with someone who wasn’t his family or was legally obligated to talk to him.

“You wanna come to the living room?” he asked suddenly. You furrowed your brow. “It’ll be more comfortable than sitting on that ledge.”

“Well, I can’t exactly sit on the couch,” you said slowly, meekly gesturing at yourself with your head.

“You can sit on the table, it’s fine! I’ve got snacks.”

“Snacks...” you repeated. Even though this went against every single borrower code you knew of, it felt stupid to pass up this offer. If the human wasn’t going to hurt you, then why not make him your ally?

“Sure, why not,” you said finally, standing up. Scott couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.

“Here,” he said, standing back up to his full height and sticking his hand out in front of you. “I can carry you there!”

“Oh...” you said, staring at the hand hesitantly. “I can just walk, you know—”

“Psh! That’ll take too long. Trust me.” You didn’t know why he would know anything about that, but frankly, his weird choice of words was the last thing on your mind. Scott took notice. “Oh, you’re... sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. It’s just right across the hall, we don’t have to go far at all. It’ll be fine.”

You gave him a skeptical look, but at this point, you didn’t have much of a choice. This is what you wanted, anyway.

“I guess this is the one drawback,” you muttered, keeping a firm grip on the wall as you lowered yourself onto his palm. “Humans can’t take no for an answer.”

“What was that?”

“Oh, uh, I—I said. Quite the view from up here.”

“Hah, yeah, I know!”

There it is again, you thought. That weird choice of words.

The trip to the living room was, as promised, short. You were only in his hand for about 15 seconds before you hopped off onto the familiar sight of the coffee table. The bowl of peanuts and candy was filled to the brim, as usual, but you supposed you should act like you’ve never been here before.

“So,” Scott said, reaching into the bowl and popping some M&M’s into his mouth before flopping onto the couch. “What’s your name? I bet you already know mine.”

“I’m (Y/n),” you said, eyeing the bowl. “Can I...”

“Oh, go ahead!” Scott smiled. He watched in delight as you grabbed a peanut that was larger than a football. You bit into it like an apple, and Scott could hardly suppress his grin.

“This is amusing for you?” you asked with a smirk. Scott immediately shook his head, but the smile was still present. “Yeah, I guess I probably look hilariously small to you.”

“Well... only a little.” Scott leaned back into the couch cushion. “So you’ve really been inside my walls this whole time and I had no idea?”

“Yup,” you said with a mouthful of peanut. “Been here for a long time.”

“How do you even live? Eat? Bathe?!”

You turned your gaze to the table. “You won’t like the answer.”

Scott thought about it for a moment, but it didn’t take long for him to connect the dots. “Oh. Oh.”

“Yeah,” you blushed. “But it’s either take crumbs off your counter or starve, so. I choose not to starve.”

“Well, you’re welcome to have dinner with me from now on. I cook just for myself anyway, it’ll be nice to have some company.”

“About that... why are you here all the time? You used to only be here at night.”

Scott sighed deeply. “It’s a long story.”

He seemed uncharacteristically upset about that, so you cleared your throat and pivoted back to what he was saying before. “You’d really let me eat with you?”

“Sure, why not?” Scott seemed genuinely surprised that you would even ask.

“I mean, this has gotta seem a little... weird to you, does it not? In fact, I — well, there are a lot of stories about humans discovering borrowers, and they’re not often pleasant. You... you don’t really seem to care.”

Scott pursed his lips. “That’s another long story.”

“Oh.” Jeez, what is up with this guy?

“I mean, if you’ve really been... in my walls all this time...” He shuddered before continuing. “Then you know how lonely it’s been around here. Heck, it probably gets really lonely all by yourself in the walls, too.”

You nodded.

“Well, I’ve got a lot of questions for you, and I know you’ve got a lot for me... I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to, but I think — it might be nice to get to know each other, right?”

You gave Scott an almost incredulous look. Maybe all those human tales were just old folk stories of days past, meant to scare children into staying close to home. You were hardly nervous that Scott had any malicious intent. You just almost couldn’t believe this was happening.

“What about your daughter? Isn’t she supposed to be coming this weekend? I’d rather her, uh, not see me.”

Scott sat up a bit. “You know about Cassie?”

“Um. Lived here for years, remember?”

“Right, right. Uh, n-no, no, she’s sick, she’s not coming. Huh.” Scott shook his head. “Wow. You must know, like, everything about me, then.”

Your face flushed red. “I mean, yes and no. I don’t just sit and stare at you to pass the time. It’s-it’s actually pretty strange for me too. We’re not supposed to talk to humans. It’s kind of the big number one rule.”

“What normally happens?”

“Well.” You paused, looking up at Scott’s expectant face. It was hard to hold eye contact, and your gaze flickered back to the table. “It’s a long story.”

Scott huffed a laugh. “I get it. Looks like we both have our own baggage.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Look, if you wanna... go back into that hole in the wall, you can. I told you, I won’t make you stay. But the offer is always there. I’m probably just gonna order a pizza tonight. You ever had pizza?”

You pursed your lips. Should you really be telling him all the things you’ve stolen from right under his nose?

Scott sighed. Maybe this wasn’t the weirdest thing for him, but he knew he couldn’t say the same for you. Your sideways glances had grown increasingly nervous ever since he brought you to the living room. You carried yourself well, but it was clear you were uneasy about all of this.

Wordlessly, Scott placed his hand down in front of you. He frowned when you winced at it.

“It’s quicker if I just bring you back,” he said sheepishly.

You picked your half-eaten peanut off the table and cleared your throat. “I-I’m sorry. I think I underestimated how odd this would feel. You... you’re just, really different than the human I lived with growing up. In a good way.”

Scott smiled weakly. “Just wait ‘til you get to know me.”

You laughed as you climbed onto his hand. You sat down for balance as he stood up, unable to take his eyes off you. You stared straight ahead as he took the short journey back, and in a few moments, you were right back where you started.

Staring at each other.

“Well (Y/n), it was nice—”

“You know,” you said, raising your voice to cut him off. “I have had pizza before. But I’ve never tried ice cream.”

Scott gasped. “Never had ice cream?! Lucky for you, I’ve got some chocolate in the freezer— oh. Oh! You... you want to have some dessert later?”

You smiled amusingly. “You catch on quick.”

“Yeah, it’s a specialty of mine,” Scott said, stretching his arms in the air. “Gosh, it’s already 7:30. How about ice cream at 9?”

“I, uh, don’t have a clock with me,” you admitted. “Why don’t you just... knock when you’re ready?”

Scott chuckled. “Knocking on the walls to my own house? People’ll start to think I’m crazy.”

You blinked at Scott, Scott blinked at you, and you both burst out laughing. For a moment, you forgot that Scott was a hundred feet tall and he forgot you could fit in his palm. It shouldn’t have been that funny, but it was. It all was.

Scott wiped a tear from his eye and sighed. “Oh, man. Okay. I should order before they close. See you soon?”

You smiled. In between the bad jokes, the awkward silences and the fits of laugher, you decided all this weirdness was worth it.

“Yeah. See you soon, Scott.”

#scott is the nonchalant KING #just so easy to launch into conversation with #nothing like two people who think they should be feeling weird who dont actually feel all that weird #this is all just one big excuse for me to practice dialogue #obwrites #marvel g/t

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j-c-dyersblog · 4 years ago

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Is That a Bet?

Clint Barton/reader

Summary: the reader and Clint give each other a first lesson in their respective skills.

Warnings: Alcohol, mild swearing. Just a simple fluff piece because I love Clint and I think he needs more attention. There's really no plot lol

Disclaimer: I'm no expert in either of these skill sets so yeah just putting that out there

You picked up the knife by the handle and tossed it between your hands. You stared down at the target at the other end of the room about twenty-five yards away. Feeling fancy, you stepped forward spun once and launched the knife at the target. Bullseye.

"You know it's scary how good at that you've gotten."

Your gaze shifted to the open doorway where your favorite sandy haired agent leaned against the frame. "Better than Natasha?"

"Oo," he scrunched his face, "I don't wanna answer that question."

You couldn't tell if he was afraid of offending you or Nat, but you laughed anyway. "Wanna show me what you got?" You held a knife out and he walked over and took it.

"Yeah why not."

You watched as he fiddled with his stance for a moment. Then he brought his arm back and ripped it forward. You watched as the blade barely pierce the bottom left of the target and then fall to the ground. “Come on, you can throw harder than that, Clint.”

"Gimme another one."

You handed Barton another knife and took a step back to watch him. He didn't change anything and threw the knife again which had a similar outcome. "I guess the hawk is only good with arrows."

He shot you a look. "I'm rusty."

You rolled your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides. "Show me your stance again."

He stood facing the target with his right foot slightly forward and shrugged.

"You're throwing right-handed so move your left foot forward."

He switched his feet, but they were a little too wide.

You kicked the back of his right boot, "bring this one closer. Stand up straight. No, don’t tense up, just relax."

"You're kinda bossy."

"Just take the knife and try again," you smirked.

He took the blade from your hand and threw again. This time it hit more centered on the target, but it was still low.

"I think you're bending your wrist, try to keep it straight." You handed him another knife and guided his arm up. “You want to let go right about here but don’t cross over your body. It’s not like throwing a baseball.”

"Okay, okay," he shrugged a few times. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before throwing the last knife. This time it landed two rings away just to the right of the bullseye.

"Nice," you clapped twice.

Clint sighed, “knives aren’t really my thing."

He walked with you to retrieve your throwing knives. When he plucked the blade that you threw out of the bullseye spot he pointed it at you. "I bet you can't hit that with a bow and arrow."

"Is that a real bet, Barton? Also don’t point my knife at me." You plucked the blade from his hand and started walking back.

"Sure, it’s a bet." A smirked crept across his face as he caught up with you, but it quickly disappeared. "Wait, you've never shot a bow and arrow have you?"

"No,” you laughed, “but it can’t be that hard, right?"

He grinned now, "Oh this should be fun."

You waited for him to retrieve his bow and arrow from a locker on the far wall of the training room. In the meantime, you recalled all the times you’d watched him shoot target practice in this room. Of course, he hit the bullseye every time until there were too many arrows in the way for him to land another one and have it stick.

"Here you can use my bow. Just try pulling back and see if it's too tough."

"Too tough? Really Barton?" Your hand on your hip as you glared at him.

"Hey, it's about 60lbs of draw weight. Normally people have to work up to that."

You stood up straight and drew the bow back. It wasn't as easy as you thought but still managed to pull it back. "It'll do for a few shots." Your arms were flexed showing off the definition in your biceps and forearms that otherwise goes unnoticed. Clint definitely noticed them right now, giving them an approval nod.

"Good. Come over here." He motioned for you to stand across from him, so you did. "Alright here's an arrow, there's your target, take your shot."

“Alright,” You set the arrow in the bow and pulled back as you raised your arms to eye level. You took a deep breath and on the exhale you let go of the bow and the arrow struck the bottom of the target, not even inside the outer most ring. "Damn it."

You heard Clint chuckling and glared at him. "At least mine stuck on my first try."

"Fair enough. I also threw four times, so I'll give you three more shots. Just to be fair," he winked. He retrieved another arrow from his quiver and handed it to you.

This time you held your breath without even realizing it. You let the arrow fly and it hit the outer ring on the right side. At least you hit the target you thought to yourself. "Two more," he stood beside you offering another arrow.

"Aren't you going to offer me any tips?"

"Tips to help you hit the bullseye so then I lose the bet. Why would I do that?"

"I helped you!"

"Fine!" He tossed his head back like a child. "What are we betting anyway?"

You shrugged, "loser has to swipe a bottle of whiskey from Stark’s private stash." You raised an eyebrow waiting to see what he thought of that proposal.

"Alright, you're on."

"Don't think about sabotaging me either with bad advice."

He shook his head and laughed. "I would never. Okay show me your stance again."

You stood up straight with your left foot forward and drew the bow back.

Clint walked around in front of you then behind without saying a word. Suddenly he kicked your back foot, "wider and turn your foot outward just a little."

You did as he said, and he stopped beside you. He was maybe half a foot taller than you, so you were very aware of how close his face was to yours. When you felt a light touch on your triceps your skin reacted with those little goosebumps. You cleared your throat, pretending you didn’t notice.

The smirk on Clint's face told you he noticed but he didn't say anything. Although his hand did linger on your arm. "Don't let your elbow drop."

You placed the arrow in the bow and resumed the stance he just perfected for you. Again, you took a deep breath and held it before releasing the bow. "Shit," you cursed a little louder this time as you were closer to the bullseye, only a few rings out. "I still have one more shot, right?"

"Yes ma'am." Clint offered you another arrow and you took it. This time you were determined to hit the bullseye even if your arms were already getting sore from pulling on the bow.

You adjusted your footing before drawing the bow back and lifting your back elbow.

You were about ready to shoot when Clint stepped right up to you and placed his fingertips on your left forearm. "Don't rotate your arm out. Keep it straight."

"Okay," you nodded once. Clint didn’t move so you looked up at him waiting for more instruction.

"Also, I noticed you hold your breath." He lightly jabbed your abdomen with his thumb. "Exhale and then fire." He stepped back and you dropped your arms wanting to reset your form before taking your last shot.

You drew the bow back, keeping your back elbow up and your front arm straight. When your target was in sight you inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly through the mouth. As soon as you released all the air in your lungs you let go of the bow but kept your form. To your surprise you actually hit the bullseye. You turned your head towards Clint and dropped your arms. "I think I just won a bet."

He stood there with his arms crossed, staring down at the target. “I’ll be damned.”

You lightly punched his arm and handed him his bow back. "I like whiskey. See if Stark has anything from the UK."

Once inside you made a bee line for the kitchen to make something to eat while Clint had disappeared on you. If you were honest you didn't actually expect him to swipe a bottle of liquor out of Stark's office.

By the time you were done making the chicken stir fry and sat down to eat it a bottle of Knappogue Castle slid across the kitchen island your way. "This one was already opened so I figured he'd be less mad if he found out."

Your eyes widened at the top tier bottle of whiskey sitting two thirds full right in front of you. "Oh my God you actually did it."

Clint shrugged. "Bets a bet." He stood up from the bar stool he sat on and pushed himself away from the counter.

Before you even processed what you were about to say the words were already out of your mouth. "Are you going to make me drink this alone?"

He considered his next words you could tell. "You just want me around, so you have someone to put the blame on if he finds you."

“I do not!” You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not until his face broke into a smile. You rolled your eyes at him and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet underneath the island. Clint helped himself to the rest of your stir-fry before taking a seat on the barstool beside yours. You poured each of you a single shot and sat down.

He tapped his glass on yours before you each took a sip. "Mm, that is smooth."

"Mhm," you agreed.

Two hours had passed as you talked about this and that, and your empty plates still sat in front of you. You two had gotten into a discussion about what it’s like trying to date when you live lives such as your own. It started after Clint asked you about a date you went on a few weeks ago and you scoffed.

“He knew exactly who I was.”

“He did and he told you he didn’t?”

“Yeah. Here I was thinking I could finally meet someone and go on a regular first date but no. All he wanted to do was ask me questions about the Avengers. He asked about your bow by the way. He wanted to know how the different arrows worked. Also, I’m fairly sure he just wanted to know if I could get him Stark’s autograph. Guess working for the man who runs the Avengers has its downsides, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Sorry it didn’t go well for you.”

“Eh,” you shrugged, “I’m not losing sleep over it. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you seeing anyone?” I regretted asking as soon as I did but part of me really wanted to know.

“Uhh, no. I really haven’t seen anyone for a little while now.”

“Oh? How come?”

“Ahh, just, I don’t know… no reason.”

It was a funny answer the way he seemed to struggle with it made me think there was a reason. He just didn’t want to tell me, his friend. Nevertheless, I dropped the topic and moved onto something easier.

You were each on your fourth glass of whiskey now because you drank the first two rather quickly and then you both killed your third one when you thought you heard Stark come home. When he didn't make an appearance, you poured another glass and nursed it this time.

"How do you shoot that bow and arrow every day and not have your arm fall off?" You sat there stretching your arm across your body.

He didn't waste the opportunity to put down his glass and flex his bicep for me. "You get used to it," he answered nonchalantly.

Clint was always making you laugh, maybe you laughed a little too hard this time, but you did start drinking before your dinner had a chance to absorb into your system.

"Are you laughing at my muscle, (y/n), I am hurt." He still laughed though.

"No, no!" You placed a hand on his relaxed bicep. "They're very nice."

"Yeah they are." He flexed once real fast while your hand was still on his arm. You shoved him but he barely moved. He laughed that kind of laugh that comes from deep in the throat. "I don't know about you, but now I have a sweet tooth."

"Mmm," you eyed the fridge, "Steve always has ice cream in the freezer."

Without hesitation he hopped off his bar stool and checked the freezer. "Just vanilla. Not much left."

"That'll do." You set the dirty plates in the sink and grabbed two clean spoons. No sense in dirtying up bowls for this amount of ice scream.

Clint finished off his whiskey and poured himself another glass. "More?"

You polished yours off and slid the glass his way before taking a huge bite of ice cream.

Clint watched you. "You're going to get a brain freeze and I'm going to laugh so you know what please continue," he waved you on.

You swallowed the ice cream and stuck your tongue out at him. He snatched the carton from your hand and took a spoonful.

"Hey Friday," you both heard Stark's voice down the hall approaching fast. Quickly you grabbed the bottle of whiskey by the neck and held it below the countertop between the two of you. Clint hid his glass behind the ice cream carton, and you hid yours with your other hand. Stark barely glanced up as he passed through, thankfully his iPad was more interesting.

You set the bottle back on the counter and took the ice cream back, spooning another large bite into your mouth. The two of you passed the ice cream back and forth and continued to chat about your respective skills with you claiming you could outshine him one day. He responded by painting the tip of your nose with vanilla bean ice cream.

"Really?" You wiped it off with your thumb and index finger then licked them clean.

“Maybe I’m just a better teacher than you are.”

You opened your mouth to protest that theory when someone else walked into the common area.

"Hey guys," Steve was headed for the kitchen so you quickly slid the ice cream carton down the island, and it landed in the trash at the other end. Clint shot you a look and whispered, “it’s empty.”

"Hey Steve," you greeted him while Clint gave a lazy attempt at a peace sign over his shoulder.

"Man, someone finished off my ice cream."

"Oh no, you should probably put it on the list."

Steve did just that and settled for an apple before bidding you both goodnight.

“I do feel bad,” you expressed once Steve was out of ear shot. “I’ll buy him more tomorrow.”

It was quiet again and you both heard the door to Stark's office open down the hall.

"We should probably relocate unless you wanna offer him a drink?"

"Nope. Go, go!" You ushered him out of the kitchen and through the common area. You figured sitting out here would be just as risky as standing in the kitchen, so you lead him out onto the balcony. The blinds were shut so Stark wouldn't even see you if he walked by.

You leaned on each other, giggling like a couple of teenagers, as you walked to the edge of the balcony and rested your arms on the stone wall. It was a chilly night but the several shots of whiskey in your systems were keeping you warm.

"We forgot the glasses.”

"Eh," he took a sip from the bottle and passed it to you. You took a drink and held onto it.

"I’m glad Stark built the compound out here away from the city."

"Yeah," he agreed, "being able to see the stars is nice." Clint stood with his back to the stone wall and looked at the sky behind you.

The stars were slowly revealing themselves across the night sky when you noticed Clint was staring at you.

He looked like he was going to smile but shook it off and grabbed the bottle from your hands. He took a long swig and savored the taste of the whiskey in his mouth for a second.

Suddenly you realized you were watching him for longer than most would consider normal and quickly shifted your gaze to the lawn out in front of you. Not quick enough though.

"Something wrong?" He had a little half smile forming on his lips when you looked back at him.

You finally met his eyes with your own and shook your head. "Nope.”

"Well, you won the bet so you should get the last drink." He offered you the bottle and you took it.

Once the whiskey was gone you set the empty bottle on the patio table behind you.

"That was a really nice shot you took earlier. Are you sure you didn’t hustle me?" He nudged my side and I flinched because I'm very ticklish.

"I swear that was the first time," you laughed. “I did have a good teacher."

“Maybe I just had a really good student.”

You faced him fully now, leaning on your side. The cool night breeze felt refreshing against your face, but it probably did little to calm the rosiness in your cheeks that you suspected was there. You noticed Clint looking at you, like he wanted to say something.

“What’s on your mind?” You nudged his foot with yours.

"Nothing," he brushed it off but there was a hint of a smile on his face that had you curious. He tried to hide it by facing forward again.

You face forward as well, your arms brushing up against each other. Clint snuck a few glances at you; it was obvious something was on his mind, but he seemed nervous almost. You looked over at him admiring how good he looked in this lighting. You thought he looked good in any lighting though. His dark grey t-shirt fit him so well; it was a good color on him. Your eyes traveled back up to his face, lingering on his lips for just a moment. You actually wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but you convinced yourself not to take that risk. Until…

The way Clint was looking at you had you thinking maybe he wanted to kiss you too. You found yourself leaning in closer as he did the same. He reached his hand across and cupped the side of your face. Just as your lips were inches apart the door to the balcony slid open. The two of you quickly pulled away but not quick enough.

“Alright, which one of you took my, oh,” Stark lost his train of thought when he saw us. “Huh, that’s new.”

Clint cleared his throat about to speak but you cut him off. “That would be me.”

It was then Stark noticed the empty bottle on the table and his eyes widened. “You drank all of it?”

“It was already open,” you shrugged, trying not to laugh but Clint was already snickering by your side.

“Okay, you’re both drunk. I’m going inside now. One of you better replace it, that was good whiskey!”

The door slid shut behind him while he mumbled something about not hiring anymore spies and you burst into laughter. “Well, we almost got away with it.”

“He must have seen the glasses we left on the island; I don’t think you finished yours.”

“Ah, damn.”

Silence fell between the two of you. If you had to guess you would say he was thinking about what almost happened before Stark interrupted because that’s what you were thinking about. The silence stretched on for a few minutes with nothing but crickets sounding off down below you. You were looking up at the night sky watching a plane make its way across when Clint spoke up suddenly.

“(Y/n)?”

Your head snapped in his direction.

“Listen, I,” he started to speak but couldn’t find the words you guessed.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I mean, it’s probably just the alcohol you know…” you brushed it off like it meant nothing but in reality it hurt to say those things because what you really wanted to say was kiss me now. To avoid further awkwardness, you pushed yourself away from the wall and turned towards the door.

“No, wait, please.” He reached back gently grabbing hold of your hand. You stood there looking up at him waiting for him to say something more. “It’s not the alcohol, (y/n).” He drew you in closer until you were just inches away from him.

You gave him a questioning look and he laughed. His breath coated in whiskey.

“Okay the alcohol might have given me the courage, but I promise you that sober me wants to kiss you just as bad if not more.” He paused for a moment, still holding your hand in his own down by your sides. “I mean, if you would like that…” his voice trailed off as he looked down at you, eyes searching your face for some kind of response.

You brought both your hands up on either side of his face, your thumbs brushing along his stubble before bringing your lips up to meet his. The kiss was sweet and easy, like you did this every day. His hands settled on your waist, holding you as close to him as possible. You moved so that your arms were draped around his neck. It wasn’t how you expected this day to end but you were definitely happy with how it played out.

#clint barton x reader #clint x reader #hawkeye #hawkeye fanfic #avengers #mcu #fluff

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julie-and-the-himbo-ghosts · 4 years ago

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It Started With a Whisper

I posted this on ao3 a few days ago but never had the time to post it here so here y’all go!!

Summary: After Julie and her Phantoms rescued Willie from Caleb, Alex starts to feel like his and Willie’s relationship is a little off. They talk about it, go on Museum Not-Date Part 2: The Electric Boogaloo, and everything works out okay for the anxious gay drummer and the skater boy.

Words: 1794

Content warnings: Alex has some anxiety briefly (not an anxiety attack but still), a few mild swears

“It started with a whisper /

And that was when I kissed her /

And then she made my lips hurt”

~~~

It started after they rescued Willie from Caleb for good. Alex and Willie’s relationship was the same, nothing had changed between them from their hug in front of the Orpheum and the moment Alex had pulled them out of the Hollywood Ghost Club himself.

But he couldn’t help but notice something.

They still hung around each other and went on little adventures together, but these days Alex was more likely to hang out with Willie and some of the band than just Willie himself. They still went on little outings together, but they never screamed in the museum together or disappeared for hours at a time just talking to each other.

Nothing had changed in the time between their hug outside the Orpheum and when Alex rescued Willie from the Club, yet everything had changed.

Alex missed them. God, he missed Willie so much.

So he decided to do something about it.

~~~

Alex waited for everyone to start filing out of the studio for a post-practice lunch before he laid a hand on Willie’s shoulder.

“Hey,” He said. “Can we talk?”

They turned their head just slightly to look back at him, and Alex watched as a succession of little emotions played across his face like Saturday cartoons. Confusing, curiosity, worry, and other microexpressions that passed too quickly for him to read.

“It’s nothing bad,” He assured him quickly, and Willie’s face softened slightly.

They both stood there for a second, waiting for Luke, Reggie, and Julie to make their way out of the studio. Julie shot him a quick look before she walked out the door, silently asking him if he needed her, and he just shook his head and watched the door click close behind his bandmates.

“I’ve…” Alex trailed off as he realized he didn’t know what to say. How was he supposed to say ‘We aren’t as close anymore’ and ‘I miss you’ and ‘I think I want us to be more than friends’ without sounding like an idiot?

Well, he thought, just like that.

“I’ve noticed we don’t hang out as much as we used to,” He continued. More unreadable emotions passed over Willie’s face. “And I love hanging out with you and the band, you’re all my family, but I just… I miss the times where it was just us. Just us, hanging out in the skatepark or screaming in museums. You know?” A slight, small smile grew on Willie’s face, and he felt himself doing the same. “So, I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go out again, after lunch? Shit, not like out out, but like hang out, not ‘going out’ like a date or anything—” God, why did he have to be so awkward?

Willie put him out of his misery, smiling warmly at him. “I got you, hotdog.”

And wow, did that shut his brain down. They hadn’t called him that in a long time, not since the day Alex and the band rescued them from Caleb, and his brain was full of just “oh my God he called me ‘hotdog’ oh my God he called me ‘hot dog’ oh my God he—”

Say something, his brain scolded him, and he just scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “That’s— Great. Perfect. Okay.” Pull it together, Mercer! “So I’ll, uh, see you back here after lunch, then?”

Willie beamed at him. “It’s a date, hotdog.”

Alex couldn’t help but think that, in that moment, he was the happiest he’d been in a long time.

~~~

“So, where’re we going?” Willie asked as he shut the Molina’s front door.

Alex waited until they caught up with him at the bottom of the stairs to say anything. He opened his mouth to say something coherent, but then Willie was staring straight back into his eyes just a few feet away from him and his anxiety exploded.

There was no reason to be nervous, he knew; Willie was one of the people he trusted the most and they were just hanging out as friends. Well, “as friends” meaning “inviting him to go on a kinda-date because he wanted to confess his crush on them because he’s sad they haven’t hung out as much lately” friends.

So, like, not “friends” at all, he thought.

Willie cleared his throat, and he was sure that his head snapped up in a moment.

Shit shit shit they probably think I don’t actually want to hang out and I’m just being polite—

“You look like Ray just caught you sneaking out,” They chuckled.

And suddenly, there was a warm weight on his hand and Willie’s hand was slotted into his.

“So where are we going, then, hotdog?”

“It’s a surprise.” God, he hoped he didn’t sound as dumb as he thought he did.

Willie just smiled at him again. “Well then, let’s go!”

He tried to ignore the butterflies floundering in his chest as he teleported them both off the porch.

~~~

Alex poofed them into the museum and stood there for a moment while Willie figured out where they were. It only took a moment for someone to walk right through them, but they kept their hold on Alex’s hand.

“The museum, huh?” Willie said, a teasing note in his voice. “Are you recreating our first date?”

Alex’s brain short-circuited. He meant it as a joke, he tried to convince himself, they didn’t really mean it.

“Yeah,” He said quietly.

He gently tugged Willie over to the same bench they skated over the first time they went there together.

“Wow, I guess they never moved the bench back,” They tried to joke, but it just fell flat. “So, uh, what did you wanna talk about?”

This is it, his brain yelled at him, and it felt like his senses were turned up to eleven. He could feel every inch of his clothing hugging his body, the coolness of the cement bench, the soft warmth of their hand covering his; he could hear every single person’s voice in the museum, the hummm of the air conditioning somewhere up in the ceiling, his heart flailing in his chest, his breaths rattling in his chest.

He could also hear Willie’s gentle, concerned voice. “You okay, Alex?”

He didn’t respond, his brain overworked with all the sounds and textures around him.

The world bent around him, and suddenly they were outside the museum again and Willie’s arm was around his shoulder. The world quieted around him, and the only thing he felt on his body was Willie’s warmth.

“It’s okay,” They said, leaning their head on his shoulder. “You alright, Alex?”

“Yeah.” His voice was raspy.

“You sure? We can go home if you want to. You don’t have to do this now.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. The museum was just a bit much with all the people in it.”

“It’s more fun when there aren’t people around.” It was quiet for a second, and then: “Are you okay with telling me why you got so anxious in there?”

“It was just…” He trailed off, trying to find the right way to say it. “We haven’t hung out together in a while, you know? I mean, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other in ages, but it’s been awhile since it’s been just us. And I miss it, I miss us. And then I was so stressed about having a good time—” He left out the part about freaking out over the word “date”— “and there were way more people there than I expected and it was all a little too much.”

“Yeah, I get that,” He said. “You know you don’t have to work hard - or even work at all - when we’re hanging out together, right? I like hanging out with you . It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, it only matters that I’m with you, you know?” His teeth made a little click as he shut his mouth suddenly, and something clicked in Alex’s head.

He might actually feel the same way as I do.

“I was— I was also stressed earlier because I wanted to talk to you about something but I was too scared— too anxious to bring it up.” He started, and Willie raised an eyebrow at him. He took that as encouragement. “I did invite you over here because I miss hanging out with you, I’ll always miss hanging out with you, but it wasn’t just that I missed you as a friend. I mean, of course you’re one of my closest friends, that’s not what I meant, but I just—” He took a deep breath. “I see you as more than a friend? God, it’s not even a question, I don’t know why I phrased it that way, it’s one of the definite things in my life. One, my friends are my family, two, there’s nothing that my drums can’t fix, and three, I’ve had this totally ridiculous crush on you since the moment you flipped your hair out of your helmet and sent me into a gay panic spiral, and four, I would really, really like to be your boyfriend and go on dates with you and do dumb, stereotypical couple-y shit together.”

He finally stopped, catching his breath and waiting for Willie to say something. And for the longest time, he didn’t say anything and his anxiety started to spike again. “Of course, it’s totally fine if you don’t want to do any of that, we can just go back to being friends, but I just wanted to—” He had started to whisper, but Willie didn’t let him finish his sentence.

Before he knew it, their lips were on his and he was kissing Willie, oh my God he was kissing Willie, and everything melted away. While in the museum, it felt like his senses were dialled up to eleven and everything was pushing at him, but then, his senses were only tuned to Willie, to their hand gently cupping his chin, their faces pushed together in an awkward, perfect kiss, and their long hair tickling his face.

The kiss ended as quickly as it started, and Alex found himself immediately missing his warmth.

“In case I wasn’t clear, I wanna do all that ‘couple-y shit’ with you, too.” Willie’s voice was quiet, only just loud enough for him to hear. “And I especially want to be your boyfriend.”

“I think we can manage something like that,” He said with a grin.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them said anything else, Alex just drew him into another gentle kiss.

“It started with a whisper /

And that was when I kissed her /

And then she made my lips hurt”

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pixie-cocaine · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ reaction to: Their S.O. getting other Male Idol's attention

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A/N: angel, stfu before I shoot you with a love gun, I WILL DO THIS!! Oh and, I'm sorry it took like, 5 fuckin years or something to finish this. Bb has been really busy with Jiu-Jitsu classes and trying to perfect the moves, I hope you understand 🥺❤️

Songs Listened To: shower water lol (yes, I do write in the shower), Rachael - She Wants Revenge, Mind and Body - Ayelle, Streets - Doja Cat,

(also, very explicit/mature, so read at your own risk!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• you don't wanna brag, but you'd been gaining quite the following from most male idols ever since your debut

• you, of course, would be very happy that your group, Mania, would be blowing up, but pretty iffy about the countless idols and fans shamelessly flirting with you

• it was always in the back of your head as you did radio shows and variety television

• the fact that your boyfriend was watching all of it

• it was pretty obvious with the way he gushed about how good you did once you got home to your apartment

• but, unsurprisingly, it got to a pushing point

• one day, while you were MCing for an awards show

• Johhny, one of NCT's rappers, had thrown a couple suggestive comments your way, playfully of course

• if only he knew about the narrowing eyes of Hongjoong who watched your surprised giggle through the screen

• oh bOY

• you'd get home, as per usual, and start taking off your makeup after changing into a simple shirt and shorts set

• after a minute, Hongjoong would appear behind you in the mirror

• after asking you the same questions about your day, and you giving the same old answers, you'd feel Hongjoong push his chest into your back and wrap his arms around your waist. His finger would be caressing the skin from beneath your shirt, and the noticeable nuzzle of his nose against your ear would pull your attention from drying your face.

• "Baby, is something wrong?"

• "Would you pick any other idol over me?"

• the question would catch you off guard of course, and you turn to face him with a frown

• "I wouldn't hesitate for one second. Joong, Is this about Johnny?"

• silence, your only answer being him pressing his face to your chin and forcing you to turn your head

• "Maybe..."

• y'all would end up fuckin on the counter haHAHA

• but afterwards it would be very cute and cuddly

• "It was a test, I knew you love me too muchhhhhh"

• bitch would be all over you lol

Seonghwa ♡:

• and y'all thought Joong's was long

• you always had that trait that drew people to you

• so it was no surprise that all attention was set on you once your group, Rougé, debuted

• it was overwhelming at times, you'd admit, but you grew to enjoy the attention, at least to a point

• and with the newfound fame, came the more frequent compliments from fellow idols

• male idols, to be specific

• handsome, male idols

• it still caught you off-guard when, while attending award ceremonies, you'd be seated next to yet another boy group

• and one of the members would smile your way, wait for you to throw a wave before looking away, and proceed to subtly check you out

• you'd be like, complete Pikachu face when your members would bring it up later

• but you'd always worry about how Seonghwa would feel about it, because his group was literally always just behind you

• he'd never really said anything about the way idols would shamelessly point out how short your skirt was that day, or compliment the sultry exposure of your collarbones

• just snickered to himself as he watched the episodes with your appearances

• he knew he had you wrapped around all five of his fingers, no questions asked

• but it was always a tic in the back of your mind

• gnawing at your conscience

• nonetheless, you began to, admittedly quite slowly, relax at the idea of playfully flirting with other male idols

• you'd dipped your toes in the water, while keeping an eye on Seonghwa's reaction

• calm water

• well..

• until the idols got a bit.. physical

• every once in a while when you made a joke, they'd feign obliviousness to how they fell into you as they laughed

• even you caught on that no, some of your jokes were not worth doubling over and putting a hand on your shoulder so that they didn't collapse

• it was one night after you'd gotten home from a weekly idol episode featuring ONEUS, did Seonghwa begin to show his steadily growing distaste for the way they so openly showcased the desire to bend you over the nearest surface

• You'd barely grazed the shower floor with your big toe when you heard the bathroom door open and close, signaling that someone, most-likely Seonghwa, had entered the room with you

• it was occasional that Hwa joined you in the showers without so much as a warning, not that you minded

• you were comfortable around Seonghwa. He made sure if it, especially with the way he encouraged you wearing revealing clothing so it would boost your self-esteem

• one glance to your right, through the patterned shower pannels, and you saw Hwa already discarding his clothes

• he slid in behind you without a word, as per usual, but almost immediately pressed his chest to your back, nosing along your shoulder and wrapping an arm across your waist

• "Do you like that other guys flirt with you?"

• you'd be really caught off guard

• like did he really just ask that lol

• you didn't really know what to say, so shocked at the question, only able to open and close your mouth like a suffocating fish

• he'd push you against the wall of the shower, a hand snaking between you to grip the back of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours, not breaking contact

• "Answer me when I'm asking you a question," he'd utter, words teetering on sounding like both a growl and a hiss

• "Of course not, Seonghwa. You really think I'd throw our relationship away for some pretty boys?"

• your knees would almost buckle at the smirk that replaced his once stone-cold face, thumb moving to glide across your lower lip before being replaced with his own

• you'd melt into the kiss, sighing into his mouth at the way he nibbled at your lip playfully

• he'd pull away when you were literally about to risk it all lmao

• "Mm, that's my girl," he'd say, licking his lips

• and begin showering like nothing happened

• ugh this man

Yunho ♡:

• Ever since you'd started dating Yunho, which was approximately a year ago, you'd become someone you never thought you would

• he pushed you to do things you would normally scoff and roll your eyes at

• and that's how you ended up in your freshly blossoming girl group, Eclyps.

• yes, being the visual of the group was hard, but the positive reactions from media and new fans was enough to overshadow any pressure

• too bad that didn't apply to the visual uncomfort of your boyfriend when other male idols began to take a particular liking to you

• the attraction was always there in every glance they sent your way, and you'd have to blind to not notice the way they subtly licked their lips whenever they caught a glimpse of you bending over slightly when it came to physical games

• one night, you'd been cuddled up on Yunho on the couch as he flicked through the variety shows

• he'd stopped and watched the one you'd been in that day, a new episode on Hello Counselor, and of course it had to include a member of Stray Kids

• halfway through, a counselor asked the member of Stray Kids, Minho, what his ideal type was

• he explained not the appearance, but the qualities of the type he liked, and when he was finished, everyone began to say that he pointed out all the traits you had

• he didn't deny it, but he also tried to steer the conversation away from him

• it was an awkward situation for you at the time

• you'd been spacing out for the most part as Yunho kept watching, but one glance up, and you could see the tension in his shoulders

• you shuffled closer to bury your face in the crook of his neck so you could get his attention

• he'd give it to you, but something in his eyes told you he needed reassurance, something to let him know that he was the one you wanted

• slowly, your hands cupped his cheeks, warm beneath your fingers, and you'd lean in to kiss him

• The kiss spoke for you

• all the times he'd woken up to catch you staring at him with such soft eyes, endless amounts of such adoration in the way your pupils dilated at the mere sight of his gorgeous features. The night's he came home stressed and eyes droopy from countless hours overworked, looking for you as soon as he walked through the door, then finding you waiting by a drawn bath, complete with bubbled water and steam. And how could he forget the beautiful memories of cooking breakfast together? Your beautiful laughter ringing throughout the house and filling his chest with a golden light that had him grinning from ear to ear.

• he was yours, and you were his. That was something that would never change

• when you pulled away, he'd tenderly caress your side with gentle fingers

• "I love you," he'd mumble

• you'd melt at the way he was full heart eyes at you

• "I love you, too"

(so soft UwU)

Yeosang ♡:

• mmm, yeosang eh?

• ok, this might be kinda off, but that's because I've never rlly seen our droneboy mad or jelly. Imma just go off of guesses 🤷🏽‍♀️

• it took you and your group a minute to actually get a following, but after the hours of tears and sweat, it paid off when you were put on the latest episode of King Of Mask Singer

• you were all the rage at the time, and like fresh faces do in newfound fame, you got some attention

• especially from the male idols

• it was a couple idols in particular that made it a point to try and talk to you whenever you saw them at award ceremonies and such, and because of it, dating rumors began to arise

• of course you denied them, and it helped a little bit, but there were always people who would tease you about seeing EXO's Chanyeol

• in turn, it began to make you anxious about your actual boyfriend, who you knew would occasionally look up the shows you appeared on

• it never really seemed to bother him, you realised

• if anything, he kind of encouraged the idea of you getting more positive attention of all kinds, as long as you showed no discomfort

• you kept on worrying though, until one morning, before you left to go to yet another variety show featuring your group, LUKKI, and a boy group, VIXX, you brought it up as you got dressed

• Yeosang sat on the bed in front of you, scrolling on his phone and shifting his position every once in a while

• you looked at him through your closet mirror

• "Yeosang?"

• he glanced up, "Yes?"

• "Does it... Bother you that other guys try and flirt with me?"

• he smiled, trying to hold back a laugh, but failing when he saw you pout

• "It's not funny! I'm serious"

• and that's when he'd sigh before getting up to stand behind you

• you were wearing a dress at the time, so it was quite easy for him to tug at the black strap at your shoulder and let it fall, doing the same to the other and watching as the silky fabric slid from your body with an odd grace

• you held your breath, staring at him in the mirror, and almost letting out an audible gasp when you saw the way his gaze bored back into yours

• you felt one finger trace the underside of your brassiere

• he drew a line from your right breast to the column of your throat, then it finally rested against your bottom lip

• "No other lips will touch these ones as long as I'm here," he mumbled

• he continued back down to your chest, cupping the soft flesh in his palm and squeezing it gently

• "No other hand will touch this chest"

• then to your hips

• "No other arm with wrap around these hips. Especially not this waist"

• and before you could predict what he'd do next, his hand moved to the inner of your thighs, then very slowly, tapping at your heat through your panties

• "And no other pair of eyes will ever see this beautiful delicacy of mine, hm?"

• he flicked at the top, hard, making you jolt and suck in a breath

• "So no, I'm not too worried about it. You're mine, and you know that. If you ever forget, I have no problem reminding you."

• a shiver ran down your spine, earning a smile from Yeosang before he backed away and reclaimed his spot on the bed

• "Anyways, you're running late"

• "SHIT!"

San ♡:

• San had always been one who was protective over you

• had a weird look in his eye whenever someone he didn't particularly like hugged or touched you in any way

• so when your group, Helix, debuted and almost immediately launched off in the kpop scene, he began to remind you that if anything happened, that he had no problem curb-stomping people

• you'd reassured him that even if something did happen, it wasn't worth going to jail for

• he'd reluctantly laid off since

• but he still liked to watch reruns of episodes with you in them together and point out how cute you looked

• he would always get quiet when someone flirted with you, though

• always

• as time passed, your own concern ate away at you, and eventually, you caved

• "San, you've been acting weird. What's wrong?"

• you twisted in his hold so that you were facing him

• it felt like all the air drained from your lungs

• it was like staring danger dead-on. His eyes held an unidentifiable emotion, icy as they focused on you. His jaw clenched, and you'd be damned if his teeth didn't crack under the power of it.

• your mind seemingly blanked of all it's previous knowledge on the English language, and you gaped at him like you'd just seen a ghost

• you flinched when he began to sit up

• "Turn around."

• was all he gave you

• you don't think you've ever moved so fast in your life

• once your back was facing him, you could feel his hands take purchase on your hips as he lifted you into his lap, making sure to spread your thighs in the process

• "Now," he began

• his index finger traced the waistband of your shorts, raising goosebumps across your skin in it's wake. Slowly, he hooked a thumb inside both your shorts and underwear before yanking them down, over your knees, and off

• he splayed his hand across your stomach, just above your center, and leaned in to trace the shell of your ear with his nose, slowly, with delicate, measured brushes.

• "I want you to tell me how it feels when other men flirt with you. Can you do that for me, baby?"

• your head nodded frantically upon hearing the request, "Yes, San."

• San cooed, massaging the bump of flesh above your panty line, admiring the softness of your tummy before trailing down further until you could feel him swirl a digit around your clit, making your shake slightly

• "It makes me feel w-weird," you stumble over your words slightly when San presses harder against your heat

• "Keep going," he encourages

• you'd take a deep breath, and go on to tell him that you'd get a big clammy and nervous. How each time it happened, you'd be silently screaming at yourself that San was watching, and that you felt awkward. You'd stutter this out, all the while San began to rub you into ecstacy, making you cum for each time Idol's would flirt with you

• ahhh, what jealousy can result in

Mingi ♡:

Sorry if this is short, I'm low-key running out of ideas lmao

• Mingi was your biggest cheerleader

• that much was clear when he threw a mini party for you when your rookie group, NΣRO, debuted and got a boost of Fame from one of your covers of a song

• so of course he would be the one to vote for your group in award shows, cheer you on when you went to practice or were performing, and everything else you could ever imagine in a supportive boyfriend

• the only thing that put him off a bit, was the way you'd gotten closer to some of the other idols

• well..

• other male idols

• he wasn't about to accuse you of cheating just because you'd befriended other guys, but it did make him uncomfortable when they began to get more affectionate with you

• of course you noticed this

• "Mingi-ah?"

• two big doe eyes looked up at you from under the blankets, the familiar tuft of fluffy hair peeking out as the fabric slid off of his head slightly

• he stared at you, waiting, and you realized this was his way of acknowledging your beckon

• "What's on your mind lately?"

• your hand idly moved to the tresses of his hair, watching with a fond gaze as he lowed his chin back onto your stomach

• "Nothing much"

• "Nothing much? How about my appearances on TV?"

• you knew he shrugged by the temporary raise of the covers, sighing through his nose when thinking about it

• "Baby, if you aren't comfortable with the flirting, I have no problem subtly shutting it down," you spoke softly, eyes trailing over the smooth contours of Mingi's face. God, he was beautiful

• "I don't want you to think you can't have fun, I don't mind playful banter," you waited for him to cough it up, "but I don't like when they touch you."

• you smile at the way his red lips form into an unconscious pout

• "What you want, is what you get"

Wooyoung ♡:

• honestly?

• he couldn't care less

• the relationship you two have is damn-near impenetrable

• literally you guys are solid as a rock, nothing can break it

• and because you have such a strong bond, things like flirting with other people without any intention of getting to know them truly, doesn't spark jealousy like it would for others

• you weren't the jealous type in general. You thought it was pretty pathetic to get pissy over boys. After all, if they didn't bother to ask what you were and weren't ok with in the first place before going and flirting, why waste your time?

• Wooyoung would smile when he saw you wink at the other members of your group, Q2

• wouldn't necessarily enjoy seeing you play around with other male idols, but would understand it's nothing more than a friendship at most

Jongho ♡:

•my heart's gonna burst 😭

• so, babie, in general, is a very unsure boy

• he doesn't know how to put himself out there, and he's shy a lot of the time if we take away the people he's comfortable around

• he's insecure about how well of a boyfriend he is to you, and it shows when you tell him you love him

• you never meant to have to do a variety challenge with Jinyoung (got7) but that's just how it ended up happening

• it was a game of pepero, and he was automatically chosen for you, much to your hesitation

• he got halfway before you pulled back out of panic, and even as everyone began to tease you for it, all you could think of was Jongho's hurt face

• you were right to be worried, because when you got home, he was already nestled up in bed

• he never went to bed without you

• "Jongho?"

• he stirred, but stayed asleep

• you only attempted to wake him up after you'd slipped beneath the covers as well, and by then, he'd already cracked his eyes open at the sound of your shuffling

• "Baby, look at me"

• he would

• "I know you watched my group's episode on Idol Room"

• his eyes flicked to the pillow you rested your arm on

• you scooted closer to him so that his face was mere inches from yours, hand coming up to caress the fullness of his cheeks, which he couldn't help but melt into, even if his attitude said otherwise

• "I want you to know that it was just a matter of playing the game, baby. I had no say in the situation, and you know that"

• he nodded slowly before curling his head into your chest

• the two of you didn't address it again, and you know that he didn't say anything because it was his natural way of dealing with anxiety

• he loves you, and you love him. He knows that UwU

(can you tell I gave up lmao)

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nonbinary-octopus · 4 years ago

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Virgil the Wee Vampire Chapter 14: Negotiations

Summary: Terms are discussed and a deal is made.

Warnings/Contains: blood, vomit

Wordcount: 2.7 K

Chapter 1: The Hungry Little Vampire

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That night, as they flew together, and found some unsuspecting livestock to feed from and a space just big enough for two bats to shelter from the sun, Virgil and Thomas filled each other in on the events that had happened since they’d last seen each other in their cave days ago, and they mourned their family together.

They also discussed what they wanted to do next. By the time the sun rose, they had a tentative plan. The brothers fell asleep wrapped in each other’s wings, feeling more secure than they had in a long time. They slept soundly all through the day, and after the sun had set again, they returned to the house where Virgil’s humans lived.

They went to the window that Patton had opened for them; it was still open, and after Virgil peeked quickly inside to be sure they weren’t about to fly in on a human using the room, they entered.

“Where do you think we’ll find them?” Thomas asked as they flew through the hallway.

“I dunno,” Virgil said. He peeked into one of the sleeping rooms, but the door was angled so that he could only see a portion of it, and that portion was unoccupied. “I was only with them for a few days, but they seemed to gather in all the rooms equally.” He gave the whistle-click equivalent of a shrug. “We’ll start in the two big rooms, and if not, then we’ll come back here and I’ll call at the opening to each sleeping room until someone answers.”

They didn’t have to do that, however. When they reached the first of the two large rooms, they found all three humans. Logan sat on one of the cloth structures, gazing at a bundle of papers. Roman sat on the other, in a much more curled position. He too was looking at some paper, but unlike Logan, he was actively making marks on it. Patton lay on the floor, hands tucked under his head, with his eyes closed.

None of the humans seemed to have noticed them yet. The two bats circled near the ceiling a few times, trying to decide how to get the humans’ attention. Ordinarily, they tried to avoid doing so, so they weren’t sure what to do. Finally, Virgil flew down, shifting as he landed near Roman’s shoulder. “Hello,” he said.

Several things happened in rapid succession. Firstly, Roman made a loud, abrupt sound, his entire body jolting. Virgil, startled, fell off the back of the cloth thing, barely managing to shift in time to glide to a gentle landing. He couldn’t see the other humans’ reactions to Roman’s noise from his new position, but Thomas could. Logan lowered his bundle of papers, and Patton sat up. They both looked over at Roman.

“You okay?”

“Uh,” Roman said, twisting around to look at the spot where Virgil had stood. “Y-yeah.” He kept looking around the room with a confused expression on his face, but failed to look up. “Did you guys hear that?”

“You yelping?” Patton teased.

“No!” Roman protested. “The reason. It sounded like—” He finally leaned over the back of his seat, looking down. “Ah! Hi, Virgil. You startled me.”

Virgil waved a wing up at him, chirping a greeting in return despite knowing that Roman wouldn’t even be able to hear it, let alone understand it.

“Virgil’s back?” Patton asked, delighted.

Logan glanced up to the ceiling. “Looks like they both are,” he added.

Roman paused, looking over to Logan, then following his gaze up to where Thomas still circled near the ceiling. He looked down at Virgil again. “You are Virgil, right? Sorry, I… I can’t really tell you apart as bats.”

Virgil laughed and flew back up to the top of the cloth thing. He landed a little further from Roman this time, shifting again. “Yes, hi,” he greeted.

“It’s good to see you both again,” Logan said. Patton, grinning, nodded.

Looking up at his little brother, Virgil clicked a few words of encouragement. Thomas dove down, landing close beside Virgil and shifting. He stood beside and slightly behind Virgil, holding lightly onto his sleeve near the elbow.

Virgil drew himself up to his full height, looking directly at each human in turn. They, seeming to realize the importance of the situation, all sat quietly and waited. “When you said I could live with you if I wanted,” Virgil said slowly. “Does that include Thomas too?”

“Of course,” Logan answered without hesitation.

“We wouldn’t want to break up a family!” Patton added.

Roman nodded agreement.

Virgil nodded back at them. “Good,” he said. “In that case, we’re here to discuss the terms of that agreement.”

“Neat,” Roman said.

“Do you mind if I get something to write it down?” Logan asked. “For future reference.”

Virgil glanced at Thomas, who still looked nervous, but not more so than before. He nodded. Setting his bundle of papers down, Logan got up, moving slowly around the edge of the room to pick up a pad of paper and a pen. He returned to his previous seat.

“Ready.”

“First:” Virgil said, doing his best to keep his voice firm and level. He thought he did a decent job. “If we live in your house, we’re allowed to go out and come in whenever we want. There’s to be a window kept open for that purpose.”

Logan nodded, writing on his pad.

“Yeah, that’s a given,” Roman said.

“Ro, hush,” Patton chided. “It’s good to declare these sorts of things.”

Virgil took a deep breath. So far, so good. Logan stopped writing and looked up. Virgil took that as his cue to continue. “Similarly,” he said, “there’s to be a space for us to sleep, safe away from the sunlight, and you absolutely cannot move it into sunlight.”

“Also a given,” Roman said. “We’d be bad hosts if we put you in dangerous situations.”

Patton nodded sincerely. “None of us want to hurt you,” he promised. “Plus, Logan’s a doctor, so he’s specifically sworn to not hurt people. It’s called the Hippopotamus Oath.”

“Hippocratic,” Logan corrected. “But yes, among other things, it includes the clause to do no harm and would certainly forbid intentionally exposing you to sunlight.”

“That’s good,” said Virgil, who was feeling a bit confused but encouraged nonetheless. He continued with the next condition. “Next: you don’t tell any other humans that we’re here.”

“Why not?” Roman asked while Logan wrote. Patton gave him a stern look, and Roman lifted both his hands. Thomas flinched, ducking a little more behind Virgil’s shoulder, but Roman, looking in Patton’s direction, didn’t seem to notice. “Just curious. I’ll follow the rules, I just wanna know why.”

“Other humans are dangerous,” Virgil said. Roman looked a bit dubious. “The Slayer was a human.” Virgil was impressed that his voice didn’t tremble. Thomas’s grip on his sleeve tightened.

Roman’s eyes widened, then narrowed in a wince. “Oh,” he said. “Yeah, no, that makes sense. Sorry.” After a pause, he added, “No telling other humans. Promise.”

Virgil nodded, relieved. He looked to Logan to check that he was ready. He was. “You don’t touch my brother. Not unless he says you can. No picking up or holding, and definitely no grabbing.”

“What about you?” Logan asked, writing.

Virgil paused. “Patton can touch me,” he said after a moment. “I’m still deciding about you and Roman.”

Roman chuckled. “That’s fair.”

“What else?” Logan asked.

Virgil exchanged a look with Thomas, who shook his head. “That’s it.”

The three humans looked at each other, and all nodded. “Sounds good to us,” Patton said.

“We have some terms too,” Logan added.

Ah. Now they would see what it was the humans expected to get out of this. Virgil met Logan’s gaze. “What?”

“First, we’re all willing to supply you with blood, but we ask that you not bite us without warning, and allow us to choose the location of the bite, to reduce the risk of serious injury.”

That was reasonable. Better than reasonable, actually. The humans didn’t need to offer them their blood. Virgil nodded.

“Uh, hang on, I didn’t write these down beforehand,” Logan said, quickly scribbling in his pad. “Okay. If you’re going to be staying with us long-term, I might actually get some equipment from the hospital to draw blood without a bite being necessary. There have been no ill effects from bites thus far, but it’s hard to say what might happen with frequent exposure to your saliva.”

Virgil hesitated. “Like when you cut your finger and squeezed it in a glass thing?” he asked.

Logan shrugged a bit. “Sort of. With the proper equipment, it’ll be safer and heal faster, but you can drink it out of whatever kind of container is most convenient for you.” He looked down at his pad again. “That kinda brings us to the next point I wanted to make. Patton is really squicked out by blood — it bothers him to see it. We’ll ask you to keep any blood out of his sight.”

“I’m okay with helping feed you,” Patton chimed in, though he did look uncomfortable with the topic. “I just don’t wanna see it.”

Logan looked down at his paper again. “I think that’s about it,” he said. “Unless you two have anything to add.”

“Ah,” Roman said awkwardly. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t sneak up on me. I know it can’t always be helped, but, um. Maybe make some sound?”

Virgil exchanged an uncertain glance with Thomas. “We can try,” he said doubtfully. Bats were meant to fly silently, and it wasn’t like they could call out to Roman if they flew behind him.

Roman sighed. “I’ll take it.”

“Anything else?” Logan asked. Nobody said anything. “Alright. Let me just read these back, then. One: Virgil and Thomas are allowed to enter and exit the house whenever they like, and we won’t close their window.” He paused. “When it gets into the colder months, it would be less wise to leave a window open all the time, but by that point we may be able to install a cat flap. Er, a smaller door which you can open yourselves.” Logan hesitated again. “Actually, do you hibernate?”

“Hibernate?” Virgil repeated.

“A sort of long sleep during the winter, to conserve energy while it’s cold and food is scarce.”

Virgil hesitated, then nodded. “We sleep more when it’s cold.”

“Hm, alright.” Logan made a note of that, then continued. “Two: We are to supply a safe, secure location for Virgil and Thomas to sleep during the day, and under no conditions are to expose them to sunlight.” He glanced up for a moment, but nobody said anything, so he kept going. “Three: Virgil and Thomas are a secret not to be shared with other humans. Four: the humans are not to initiate physical contact with the vampires, with the exception of Patton with Virgil.”

“What’s a vampire?” Thomas whispered to Virgil.

Virgil shrugged a little. “Us.”

“It sounds made up.”

“Yep.”

Logan continued with his list. “Five: Roman, Patton, and myself will supply Virgil and Thomas with sufficient blood to keep them well-nourished and healthy; in exchange, Virgil and Thomas are to ask first before biting, only bite in pre-approved locations, and six: do their best to prevent Patton from seeing any spilled blood. Finally, seven: Virgil and Thomas are to attempt not to startle Roman, though we do accept the reality that you are very small and quiet and Roman is jumpy.” Logan lowered the pad. “Any objections?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one,” Roman said, lifting his hand. “I’m not jumpy.”

“I could change it to ‘not difficult to startle,’ if you’d prefer,” Logan offered.

Roman pouted. “I guess.”

Logan made another note. “Besides that, any objections or additions?”

“Sounds good to me,” Patton said cheerfully.

Virgil looked to Thomas, who nodded. “Us too,” Virgil said.

Logan nodded. “Then we have a deal. I look forward to getting to know both of you better.”

“Are you hungry?” Patton asked.

“Yeah,” Virgil admitted.

“I believe it’s my turn to provide your meal,” Logan said, pulling the box of bandages from its spot under the short table, placing it on top instead. “Unless you’d be more comfortable with someone else for your first time, Thomas.”

Thomas ducked behind Virgil again. Virgil thought back on the other times he’d bit the humans. Patton had held him for all but the first, and that just wouldn’t do. They were not going to hold Thomas. “Do you want me to get some and share with you?” he offered softly.

Thomas nodded immediately, sagging with relief.

Virgil squeezed his hand encouragingly. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, and shifted. It only took a few moments for him to fly over to Logan, and he circled him once, trying to decide where to land. Logan lifted a hand, and Virgil dropped down, grabbing onto a finger with his feet to dangle beneath it.

“Alright,” said Logan, who had become very still. “I suppose that works.” He lifted his hand a little further, looking at Virgil. “Are you… do you want to eat in that position?”

Well, no. Not really. Virgil huffed and let go. He landed awkwardly in Logan’s lap. Shifting back to his wingless form, he untangled himself, stepping onto the pad Logan had been writing on. Logan sat very still, looking down at him. Virgil stood up as tall as he could, looking back up at him.

“Alright,” Logan said again. He brought his hand back down, placing it in front of Virgil.

Virgil stepped forward. Then he paused. Crouching, he touched the white bandage wrapped around Logan’s littlest finger. “Is it healing? It smells funny.”

“It’s fine,” Logan assured him. “It just needs a few days more.”

Virgil frowned uncertainly, but he stood back up, putting his hands instead on Logan’s first finger. With one more glance up at the human, he leaned in, licking it. One more lick to be safe, and then he bit.

Virgil drank deeply, filling his stomach as full as he could. He was drinking for two, after all. It took longer than when he had fed before, and when he had finished and pulled away, Virgil had to take a moment to gather himself again. He sat on Logan’s notes, watching absently as the human cleaned and bandaged the injury.

When Logan had finished, he looked at Virgil again, then glanced at Thomas. Virgil got to his feet, feeling heavy. He shifted, taking awkwardly to the air. Unsteadily, Virgil flew to his brother, landing clumsily beside him. Thomas dropped to his knees as Virgil shifted back, grabbing onto his upper arms to steady him.

Virgil gladly accepted the support, leaning on Thomas to pull himself to his feet. Looking over his shoulder, Virgil saw that all three humans were watching them. “Patton,” Virgil said.

Patton perked up. “Yes?”

“Don’t look.”

Patton blinked in confusion for a moment, but then obediently covered his eyes. Virgil turned back to Thomas with a nod and began to regurgitate blood into his brother’s mouth.

“Ew, gross!” Roman exclaimed behind him. Thomas flinched slightly, but Virgil ignored the loud human.

Virgil gave Thomas a bit more than half the blood he’d drunk from Logan. They pulled apart, wiping their mouths. After Virgil had checked to be sure that there was no blood on either of their faces, he called, “Patton, you can look now.”

“Erm,” Logan said softly, drawing all eyes to him. “I understand Thomas wanting to keep his distance, of course, but may I offer a… a cleaner method next time?”

Virgil glanced down at the cloth under their feet. “We didn’t spill.”

“That’s good, but not what I meant.” Logan gave them a gentle smile. “Spitting up blood into each other’s mouths seems unhygienic to me. Not to mention that it prevents both of you from drinking your fill.”

“Thomas won’t have to touch you?” Virgil asked hesitantly.

“He will not,” Logan agreed. “Neither will you, if you don’t want to.”

Virgil exchanged a glance with Thomas, who just leaned tiredly into him. “Alright,” Virgil said. “We can try your idea next time.”

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Chapter 15: IDK yet

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bootyyy-shaker9000 · 4 years ago

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Give Me A Chance

D.Danny x G-N! Reader [Oneshot]

Relationship: Pining - Romantic

Warnings: Slight Cursing, A Suggestive Joke, Fluff.

"Here ya' go, Big Mama!" Heaving five large worn-sacks of what you expected to contain Yokai goods, the three partners-in-crime grinned triumphantly. "Managed to loot them flashy broads from a few blocks down, slipped in and out no problem."

Big Mama's features gleamed in awe as she watched the rugged men stroll through her lobby, nearing towards her with her prize. "Oh, splendid! Well, I'm sure you are well aware of sorting your share."

From your positioning nearby Big Mama's grand table, you inspected them as they lugged three of the five bags of plunder onto a convenient marble surface.

Mickey bobbed his head in affirmation. "Sixty per cent on your end, Boss. Just like we promised ya'!"

"Formidable work, boys. I once again thank you for your service." The woman's gaze wandered, examining the stash as she wavered her hand over it all. "Now, I'll just have my assistant here take care of this while you fellas make yourself acquainted."

The mention of your given role had peaked your attention, giving the Mud Dogs a once over before making your way to the table. Big Mama placed a delicate hand on your shoulder, her mouth nearing towards your ear whispering: "Keep a close eye on them for me. Don't want their grubby fingers finding themselves somewhere they shouldn't."

Your eyes trailed up to Loathsome stretching out on a nearby settee with Malicious gawking at the fine art that scattered across the lobby's walls. While Dastardly - the only Mud Dog that had "conversed" with you on multiple occasions - perched his elbows on the tabletop's edge with body facing towards you, awaiting your arrival.

Your over-watch would basically be unnecessary when you already have the rat's eyes watching your every move. Not that you minded his attention (to an extent), you just had no idea what enjoyment he was getting out of it.

"Will do, Chief."

With that, Big Mama made her way out of the area with a rhythmic sway of her hips. While in turn, you stalked over to the pile of moolah you were set to examine, having to position yourself beside the dapper rat; who seemed all too eager to stay close.

"So uh," Dastardly adjusted his footing, tilting his head to get a better look at you. "How's work been holding up for ya' recently?"

You halted your inspection to take a subtle glance around, Danny taking note of it on the spot. "The coast is clear, doll, don't worry 'bout it."

He nodded reassuringly with his brow quirked before you dragged out a long inflated sigh. You flipped your back to the table, the small of your back resting on the table's edge as you mirrored the rat's laid-back stance.

"It freaking blows. Literally the most boring job known to pretty much anyone." You combed your fingers through the roots of your hair, giving your scalp a small rub in the process. "It's shocking how exhausting it is to do absolutely nothing, seriously. I'd rather be on my feet actually doing something, you know, like you guys. Being an errand boy or whatever."

"Errand boys?" An offended scoff was sent to you in return, the sound already making the corners of your lips turn up. "I'll have you know it takes a lotta skill and precision ta' do what we do half the time."

"Yeah and the other half you just spend it aimlessly goofing around."

"Meh, whatcha gonna do?"

You chuckled before lazily hoisting yourself up onto the counter, careful not to get an ass full of coins by avoiding the bags of loot. "Hey, I wasn't exactly saying it was a bad thing. It's gotta be fun at least."

With your body slumped, you held your position with your palms pressed to the marble surface. Peeking out from your downcast gaze, you caught a glimpse of Dastardly inching himself closer to your side. The left side of his hip rested on the slab as he dug his hands deep into his pockets, eyeing your form intently.

"Y'know... We could have some fun, just you and me."

Your head struck up in an instant. "Woah there, Casanova. Try to keep it in your pants, you're supposed to be a professional."

"Whaddya m-" His brows drew together in confusing before his cheeks tinted as the realisation dawned on him. "Oh! Oh, shi- no! Jeez, toots, I just meant 'fun' as in taking you outta' dinner or catch a show or somethin'."

A brazen grin made its way to his lips, his nostrils slightly flaring. "Unless that other offer is on the table then-"

"-It isn't."

"Well," Faltering only for a moment, his thin lips stretched back into a small smile but it didn't quite reach his dark eyes, "how about that date then?"

You just... Didn't understand.

"What makes you so interested in going out with me?" Your brow raised in question, tapping your index finger anxiously on the cold marble. "We've barely even talked."

Bashful, Dastardly brought a clammy hand up to rub the back of his neck, giving his tendons a slight message. "Heh, that’s kinda the reason why, toots. I can't figure you out."

The man let out a sigh before slumping back onto the edge of the table, crossing one ankle over the other as he shifted his weight.

"Usually, I can look at someone and read em on the spot, but you don't put too much of yourself out there. Every time I'm here you give me feelings I ain't totally sure on how to handle, but I sorta like it. I always wanna hang out with you and do stupid shit without the boys taggin' along, it doesn't even matter what we do!"

You winced as he got excitable the more he went on. "Danny..."

"Just hear me out, please." He set his hands out in front of him to figuratively set you on pause. "I wanna get to know ya, and a part of me thinks you wanna get to know me too. So, if you're willin', lemme take you out so we can get to know each other. Outside of all this."

Of course you wanted to get to know him. He was this mysterious guy in a striped suit that would waltz in and out of your workplace every week and actually take the time to notice you around. You couldn't help the curiosity that welled deep in your belly every time you caught him eyeing you from across the room.

You just couldn't wrap your head around the fact that he actually wanted to know who you were. Not just one of Big Mama's collaborators. Not just the associate that idled around wherever your boss lurked. Just you. You couldn't help but be fond of the man for wanting to do so.

Though you were still cautious of his intentions...

Huffing lightly, you replied. "So there are these guys that have been pestering Big Mama, right? They've been digging at her to pay up whatever expenditure she owed them, and obviously, she did. Holding up her end of the bargain as always."

"And this has somethin' to do with the date thing because...?"

"Lemme finish. But as you also know, that woman isn't one for letting someone give her such a hard time without 'semi-retaliating'..."

"I'm reckoning that's where the boys and I come in." The rat roughly adjusted the collar of his shirt, loosening the top button. "So doing this job is the only way I'm going to have a chance with you, huh?"

You couldn't help the nip of guilt that caught you. "See it as more of a test, Romeo."

Hopping off of the counter with ease, you manoeuvred yourself in front of the man, setting your hands on his lapels. You fixed his blazer with a slight pull while straightening it out in the process.

"Do this particularly important job, then I'll consider..." Your eyes reached up to meet Danny's, observing his pink-tinted features for a brief moment. "The date thing. Deal?"

Despite feeling grateful for the offer, he sounded slightly defeated. "Consider?"

Tugging gently on his lapels, you brought your mouth up to his ear, keeping your voice hushed. "It's a definite yes if you get your ass back here quick enough."

His ear flicked back as his dumbstruck eyes stared at you in what seemed to be a mixture of disbelief and excitement. Coughing out to compose himself, he turned away from your form to face the two Yokai that loitered across the room.

"Aye, boys! D'ya hear that? We got a job to do, move yer hides!" Danny ushered them to the exit with a vigorous waft of his arms, ignoring any annoyed protests.

Before leaving the building himself, the suited man pivoted on one heel to bid you a due, with a smug tip of his hat. "See you soon, sunshine."

In return, you gave a simple short wave of your hand goodbye. Though you couldn't help but reflect the flashy grin that he held onto your own features.

The realisation only just settling in, you sprung up to halt him from leaving the lobby. "Wait, Danny! I haven't even told you the job yet!"

Almost cartoonish, the Yokai poked his head back through the door way. "But I just- i just made a big deal with the leaving thing! And no- oh y'know what, I'll be back tomorrow!"

"Okay!" A hearty laugh escaped your lips as you watched him leave for the second time, leaving you desolate.

Maybe he's worth that chance.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt dastardly danny #rottmnt dastardly danny x reader #rottmnt mud dogs #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt imagines #tmnt 2018 #gender neutral reader

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ravenouswild · 4 years ago

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A Hobo - Frank Castle imagine

Imagine Frank being like a guardian angel

It was dark on the streets of Hells Kitchen and walking alone was less than ideal for you. This small part of New York wasn't a stranger to high amounts of crime, so as you walked your normal path, you couldn't help but fell a need to hurry your steps.

You were on a fairly quiet street, a few walkers here and there, and the occasional drunk. You liked to think that you were prepared to protect yourself if the need should arise, but all you really hand was a tin of pepper spray at the bottom of your bag.

The clanging of metal drew you from your thoughts as you looked up to see a homeless man sitting just a few yards away eat some slop from a metal can. It had to be at least in the low 50s tonight and he looked to be in a beaten up jumper. You fell bad, because you knew what it was like to have literally nothing.

You steps became smaller as you began to search through you bag for at least some change. As a tip earning worker, you didnt make much and what you did make mostly came in small bills and change.

Once you stood in front of the man, your fingers grabbed the metal coins, pulled them from your bag and dropped them into his metallic cup. The colliding metals made a clanking sound that carried down the street.

As you pulled your hand back, the ragged man peared into his cup, staring at the few quarters and dimes that rested at the bottom. When he looked up, you expected him to thank you for your generosity and you would wave it off as not even a problem, but his features held a look of annoyance that surprised you.

"That's it?" You were taken back by his tone, shocked. You opened your mouth but nothing came as you looked at your light weight purse.

"I, uh… that's all I have." You stammered, at a lost for words. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry!?" You yelped in surprise not only at his sudden raise in voice but also in his sudden change of position from sitting to standing. You tried to take a step back, an uncomfortable feeling flowing through you at being so close to the explosive man, but a large hand gripped onto your upper arm.

This made you freeze in your movements, afraid that if you move his already crushing grip would get tighter, or even break your arm because it sure felt like it.

"Please, let go." Your voice was small, almost impossible to hear over your pounding heart. The reason for the escalation was completely forgot, replaced with utter fear at the angering man in front of you.

His burning glare and mangled appearance made you regret stepping from your house.

"A spoiled bitch like you always walking around, pockets full, but when I comes to the ones below you act like you have no more than them." He spat.

"I swear, I-" You were stunned. Never in your life had you been physically hurt purposely and never would you have imagine that a slap could hurt so bad. You couldn't stop the water forming in your eyes, as your unrestrained hand cover your face.

You were suddenly yanked back to face the man, no longer the desperate beggar looking for change.

"A few coins when you were that piece around your neck." Your heart sunk just as your hand felt to your neck.

"No-" You couldn't speak or even move fast enough to stop the man from basically grabbing your throat to rip the necklace off your neck.

There was probably only one thing you cared about more than that necklace and you would be damned if you let someone take it. Your previous fear had suddenly vanished as you glare at the man.

You first mistake was your sudden burst of courage and your second was acting on it. Because once you tried to reach out, no amount of strength was enough to overpower a man twice your size and weight. With a small shove you were thrown into the thankfully empty street onto the asphalt.

The sound of you hitting the ground sounded hard than it felt. But the sound of two solid objects colliding pulled you from your internal thoughts.

You attacker was now on the ground being attacked, no beaten by another. He was punching the man over and over, grunts of anger leaving his lungs with every strike.

You could only lay and watch as he only stopped when the man stopped moving. His heavy breaths were the only thing heard as you slowly sat up.

"Frank?" You had never seen him like this before. In such a blind rage that anything might set him off. When his head turned and his eye met yours, it seemed as though his entire body relaxed.

Frank stood, pushing himself up from his knees and slightly stepping back from the unmoving man. His next move was towards you, holding his hand out and down for you to take. You didnt hesitate putting your small hand in his bloody and bruised one has he helped you to your feet.

You stepped close to him, still slightly shocked by the whole ordeal. Everything had happen so fast it was a wonder it happened at all.

"Are you okay?" You looked at the man.

"You just bet a man almost to death, and you're asking if 'I' am okay?" He knew what you were doing, so he stayed silent, staring into your eyes. You were the first to look away.

"Yeah." You replied, once again looking at the man on the ground. As soon as it caught your eyes you wasted no time in stepping away from Frank to grab it off the ground. In the low light is was hard to see the full damage, but you knew at the very least the chain was broken.

With a sigh, you carefully placed the jewelry in a safe place of your purse.

"Could we go? Being near a man who could've killed me is making me kinda uneasy." You had little compassion for the beaten. Even if Frank had gone a little overboard, she was glad it happened at all. As she looked up at Frank, he nodded to her question.

"Yeah. I'll walk you home."

"Actually," Your sudden objection cause the man to stop in his tracks, turning to look at the woman. "I still wanna go to the diner like we planned. I dont want to let some jerk ruin the one night a week I get to see you, plus I'm really hungry."

Frank's wide smirk didnt leave his face as he nodded and started towards the diner with you beside him. He had to give you credit though. You had just ben harrassed by a man about his size and still found the time to indulge yourself in your food addiction.

It almost made him laugh to himself just thinking of the whole ordeal.

In the diner, you both sat in the corner, for Frank's sake of course. You ordered your usual, waffles with fries while Frank had his black coffee.

As you ate your weird food combo and Frank sipped his coffee, just like the other times you ate here you watched Frank. You admired his skill of being completely aware of his surroundings. And he probably tell you the license plate numbers to all the vehicles in the parking lot.

"Frank?" Frank in his usual dark colored hoodie, long hair and over grown beard, look at you, waiting for what ever you had to say. "I never thanked you for what you didnt for me earlier."

He scoffed with a smile, because he would hesitate to do it again.

"Well, I would've let you deal with him on your own but figured I had nothing else to do." You rolled your eyes at the man but still smiled.

"I'm just glad have have my very own guardian angel. You could use a bit of a shave and a shower, because you look no better than that homeless man." Frank laughed, a real laugh. And it made you smile to see him relax a little.

#Frank Castle #frank castle imagine #the punisher #the punisher imagine #frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #a hobo #guardian angel

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infinite-xerath · 4 years ago

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Runeterra Retcons 4: Varus

Unlike the other Champions I’ve covered, Varus’s history is surprisingly straightforward. He was released all the way back in 2012 and, as far as I can recall, was the first Champion to ever receive any sort of major promotional material in the form of a short comic. He’s very straight-forward in both concept and design: a man willing to sell his soul, his very humanity, for revenge on the people who took everything from him. Given that this was before Kalista was added to the game, Varus had little choice but take matters into his own hands by bargaining with a vaguely-defined Eldritch being who would give him the power he needed in exchanged for taking over his body.

Original lore here

Varus’s lore is a very traditional revenge story, albeit with a slightly interesting twist in that he is the maker of his own tragedy. Varus opted to place his duty over the well-being of family and, in the process, was unable to even TRY to protect them while his village was being reduced to burning rubble. Out of grief and rage Varus turned to bargaining with the very entity he fought so hard to keep confined now that he no longer has anything to lose.

I and many others liked Varus’s story, and to be honest, Riot could have honestly just kept him more-or-less the same when they updated him post-retcon. Just remove the mention of the League and maybe better-define what the black flames were, and you’d be good. In fact, Riot technically did the former, as his second lore is basically identical save for removing any mention of the League of Legends.

Now, it’s at this point that things start to get a little more complicated. Now, if you want a more comprehensive breakdown of the Darkin and their history, I advise you go check out the part centered around Aatrox and his long and convoluted history, but tldr: the Darkin were a race of beings of whom only five remained, and it was later confirmed with Rhaast that they’re specifically a race of living weapons with the ability to possess whoever wields them. Now, while Varus was specifically possessed by an ominous black flame called Pallas, many drew parallels between him and the other Darkin characters, especially since Varus’s also seemed to be alive.

Given that the flames were never really elaborated on or given a proper origin story, Riot decided that it would probably be best to just go ahead and retcon Varus into being a Darkin as well, and nobody had any real qualms with this. It was a common fan theory for years, so why not? Just change the story a bit so that the flames were actually just a Darkin bow all along and boom, you’ve pretty-much done all you needed to properly fit Varus into the new post-reboot Runeterra.

Well, apparently Riot did not feel this way, as it was with Varus’s 2017 retcon that they decided to finally give fans a proper origin story for who and what the Darkin were. That origin story goes a little something like this.

Alright, so Varus is now an alien. They decided to make Varus himself the Darkin, rather than the man who would later claim the bow. OK, that’s fine. I mean, the whole alien thing is kinda weird and still very vaguely explained, but again, my full thoughts on the history of the Darkin as a whole can be seen in the Aatrox analysis. What I think is most important here is that Riot made an attempt, however sloppy, to explain who and what the Darkin were and finally give context to why Aatrox and Rhaast are such big threats to the world.

Now, it’s the next change that got a lot of controversy around it. Rather than just change the name of the Ionian guard who let Varus possess him, the guy who lost his family to the Noxian invasion, Riot decided to replace him with a pair of entirely new characters: Valmar and Kai, a duo of gay Ionian hunters.

Now, I’m just gonna get this out of the way: I’ve got no real qualms about gay relationships in media. Hell, we have a few LGBT Champions in the game already, and even some in the broader expanse of the world. My main gripe comes from the introduction of Valmar and Kai themselves, and how they’re just sort of these… Nothing characters. I mean, in the first lore, we knew who Varus was. We may not have known him well, but we could at least get a general sense of his character: he was proud of his skill, committed to the duty given to him even at the risk of his family, but ultimately succumbed to grief and rage when his decision caused him to lose everything he held dear. Varus was a good man warped by the loss of his home and loved ones, and that made him a fairly compelling character.

Valmar and Kai are… Two gay hunters. That’s it. That’s literally all we know about them from the bio alone. I mean, yes, Riot released a comic to further expand on these characters, but if your answer to the questions raised in your story are “go and read this extra supplementary material for context,” that’s… A problem.

On the topic of supplementary material, Riot also released a music video about Varus. It’s… OK. I personally don’t care much for the song but the visuals alone are really well-done. It’s supposed to detail the conflict between Valmar, Kai and Varus, but most of the context behind it is explained in the comic and short story.

Honestly, Varus’s retcon is kind of baffling. I mean, he didn’t receive a visual rework, his kit remained pretty-much the same as it’s always been, and he doesn’t even have any new voice lines in-game to indicate that he’s three different guys all stuck in one body. In fact, people who play him in-game without reading the lore probably wouldn’t ever be able to guess as much. Riot went to so much effort promoting Varus’s lore update with a music video, a new bio, a new color story, and a three-part comic, but they really haven’t changed anything about him in the game itself. They put more effort into him than they do for most ACTUAL Champion VGU’s. So… Why?

Admittedly, this is where I’m going to delve a bit into conspiracy theory territory, but I genuinely believe this is a case of Riot trying to push League’s first openly queer relationship. Seriously, Valmar and Kai are the first time a character in League has been confirmed gay IN THE LORE ITSELF and not just through a random tweet. Now, the word “pandering” gets thrown around a lot these days, and I don’t really like to use it, but it really does feel like Valmar and Kai were added JUST to have a confirmed gay couple in the lore.

The fact that they’re not even acknowledged IN THE GAME ITSELF really makes the whole thing feel like an attempt to just appeal to the LGBT crowd, though I’ve seen plenty of people in that community react… Less than positively to the portrayal. I mean, two gay guys are literally trying to hold back a corruptive, even influence with the power of love. I don’t wanna delve too much into the political side of things here, but that’s honestly about as cliché and stereotypical as you can get. Fans in general were extremely displeased that the man they knew as Varus, this genuinely tragic figure from the original lore, was replaced by two guys who’s only defining character trait is how much they apparently love each other.

Apparently, these complaints came through loud and clear, as Riot would update Varus one final time after deciding to retcon the whole alien plotline. So, let’s have a look at how his current, canon bio handles him.

Alright, well… Riot heard the complaints, but whether or not they fixed him is another matter. It seems like they tried to give Varus back his original origin story, basically making the archer we new from his first bio Shuriman. The problem is that there’s significantly less context for him now; we don’t know anything about his family, we don’t know why the temple he’s guarding is so important, and the story never even explicitly states that his family died!

I guess it’s implied because the Ascended acknowledged his “sacrifice,” though him being rewarded by becoming a demigod doesn’t quite have the same impact as exchanging his life and soul for a shot at revenge. On top of that, Varus seems pretty quick to give up on the whole “sacred duty” thing, despite the story claiming that being the thing he “he held above all else.” It all feels like a botched effort to mix his original bio with the new Ascended lore that Riot tied in with the Darkin.

Then, of course, there’s Valmar and Kai, who are… Still just gay hunters. They haven’t been expanded on at all. They helped drive the Noxians off from their home, Kai was apparently wounded, and Valmar decides that dipping his lover in an ominous pool of evil to save his life is a bad idea. Seriously, the bio states that they “inadvertently” freed Varus, but there was nothing accidental about it! There was no bargain, they weren’t tricked, it was literally just one guy making a stupid decision that got him fused with his lover and an ancient evil being.

Also, can we address the fact that Varus still wants to avenge the destruction of his race? Who does he want to avenge? The other Ascended? The Ascended who literally warred with each other for centuries? The same Ascended that HE FOUGHT AGAINST during the civil war for control of Shurima? Did Riot just… Forget that he’s not an alien anymore in that brief paragraph? They stated earlier that he was a cruel, merciless killer who just went to slaughter whoever he was told to slaughter, so for some reason I don’t feel like he’d care all that much about his “race” being felled. Oh, and there’s also still the unnamed warrior queen, who I THINK is meant to be a precious Aspect of the Sun? It’s never really stated in the bio itself.

Alright, enough ranting. Varus’s current lore suffers from one major fault: it is trying way too hard to tell several stories all at once. It tells the story of Varus as a human, Varus as an Ascended, Varus as a Darkin, the “story” of Valmar and Kai, and how they got fused with Varus. The writers tried way too hard to cram everything into a single bio and, as a result, nothing is elaborated on. Nothing is really explained, we don’t get to know the characters who are involved in the gestalt entities now known as Varus, and reason for his current existence AS a gestalt entity are just kinda silly, if we’re being honest.

So, how can we fix this? I admit: this was a tough one. There were a lot of different directions I could go when rewriting Varus’s lore, but I decided to take the Kayn approach, where the human host in the focus of the bio. Originally, I did have a whole bio written out for Varus and how he became an Ascendant, but I ultimately realized that I was going to run into the same issue Riot did: trying to cram way too much into a single character overview. So, instead, I chose to focus in more on the story of Valmar and Kai, and how the Darkin Bow was freed after ages of confinement. Without any further ado, please enjoy.

For years, the Darkin Bow has remained confined within the Ionian city of Pallas. The bow’s true nature has long been lost to time, though legends say it holds the spirit of an ancient god from a vast desert land. Others claim that the bow itself is something much older and viler than history itself dares to remember. Whatever the truth may be, the people have Pallas have guarded the bow for generations, choosing only their most skilled warriors from the task. Among them, none seemed better-suited for the task than Kai and Valmar.

Kai and Valmar were inseparable since they were children. Kai, a prodigy marksman, was known for his sense of humor and fierce resolve. Though infamous for his pranks, Kai would never hesitate to step in and defend someone in need, no matter how poorly the odds stood in his favor. By contrast, Valmar had trained in the ways of swordsmanship since he was old enough to grip a blade. Diligent and studious, Valmar was what many considered a model samurai in the making, yet he was also unendingly curious about the world and the many wonders it held.

At a glance, Kai and Valmar seemed near-total opposites, yet the two formed an unbreakable bond from the day they met. Kai would often accompany Valmar to explore the surrounding wilderness, only for Valmar to shelter Kai whenever one of his pranks went awry. As each boy matured, mastering the bow and blade respectively, their bond became something deeper than simple friendship. Valmar was a part of Kai, and Kai a part of Valmar. Neither was complete without the other, and so it came as little surprise that when Valmar was chosen to guard the Temple of the Bow, Kai soon followed.

Together, Valmar and Kai drove off many would-be thieves seeking to claim the cursed weapon’s power as their own. The two fought as one, each arrow from Kai’s bow in perfect sync with every swing of Valmar’s blade. Eventually, they came to be known as the Locust and Mantis, for the whirring of Kai’s arrows and the elegance of Valmar’s blade. It was believed that none could stand up to their combined might… Until the Noxians came.

From their post at the temple, Valmar and Kai watched in horror as the invaders stormed their home, setting fires and killing anyone who dared to stand in their way. For the first time, two warriors found themselves at odds; Kai wished to help defend the people of Pallas, but Valmar insisted on protecting the temple. In the end, neither had much choice in the matter, for the Noxians soon had them cornered on the temple steps.

Valmar and Kai fought for hours, their combined might slowly waning against the invaders’ onslaught. Kai’s strength was the first to give out, yet before death could reach him, Valmar stepped in the way to shield his partner from the blow of a Noxian axe. Kai watched in horror as Valmar fell to the ground, lifeless. Enraged, Kai fired all the arrows he had left before taking up Valmar’s sword, slaying the Noxian forces assaulting the temple. Even still, he knew it would not be long before more came, seeking to claim the forbidden bow.

In that moment, Kai heard a voice calling to him from within the temple. It promised him vengeance and the strength to fight back. Driven by rage and grief, the wounded archer let the voice guide him inside, just as more Noxian invaders began their ascent up the temple’s stairs. It was there, in the darkness, that Kai at last set eyes upon the cursed weapon he and Valmar spent years protecting: a bow thrumming with unearthly power. Kai hesitated for only a moment before grasping the bow, letting its power wash over him.

Kai’s mind was filled with images and thoughts not his own: a vast desert empire, a man made a god, betrayal, war, and finally, imprisonment. These were the memories of Varus, an Ascended being who devoted his life to serving Shurima, only to be abandoned in his time of need. His bitterness and hatred had summoned the Darkin Bow, granting Varus the opportunity to seek revenge on those who had wronged him. In the end, Varus was sealed within the bow, becoming one with it… And now, he would become one with Kai as well.

As Varus’s memories filled Kai’s mind, the Darkin’s power corrupted his body. Varus prepared to usurp Kai’s form entirely, but to his surprise, the Ionian’s drive for vengeance matched his own. Kai was prepared to give anything to avenge Valmar, his fallen half, yet he would do so with his own hands rather than entrust the task to a fallen god.

Even as their minds fought, the archers’ new, fused body moved on pure instinct. One by one, the Noxian forces in Pallas were felled by crimson arrows born of pure malice. Seeing the corpses of his kinsmen and the ruins of his home only fueled Kai’s rage, which in-turn empowered the Darkin in his grasp. Finally, the two archers came to an agreement as the Noxians fled: Varus would lend Kai his strength, in exchange for the Ionian’s body once Kai’s vengeance was complete.

Now on borrowed time, Kai has but one objective: to find and kill everyone he holds responsible for the destruction of his home and the death of his partner. To Varus, however, the destruction of Noxus is but the first step toward a much larger goal: revenge against the gods who betrayed him, and the world that sealed him away…

So, that’s my take on Varus’s lore. Now, the first thing you’ll probably notice is that I only have one of the lovers being possessed. Frankly, I felt that this was probably the best direction to go with; Riot still hasn’t updated Varus in any meaningful way to include Valmar and Kai in any of his voice lines, and something tells me that, being owned by a certain Chinese company, they probably never will. Given the circumstances, I figured it was probably best to give him a backstory more befitting of his in-game voice lines, which still portray Varus as a man on borrowed time who’s giving what little he has left in pursuit of vengeance.

Even so, I decided to try my hand at fleshing out Valmar and Kai. The first thing I did was change them from random hunters to trained soldiers tasked with guarding the temple. This not only harkens back to Varus’s original lore, but it also gives them more of a reason to stand their ground against the Noxian invaders. I also wanted to flesh out their personalities a little more, because I’ll be completely honest: I legitimately couldn’t remember which one was which even after skimming back through the comic. I forgot that Kai was the one who was injured in the original story, not Valmar, but quite frankly it matters so little given how poorly their characters are fleshed out.

Now, as for Varus himself… Well, like I said: I did have a whole bio written out for him that ties into the new Darkin lore I introduced in my Aatrox analysis, but I decided to focus the story more on Valmar and Kai and only have that backstory briefly alluded to. A tad disappointing, I know, but hey, it’s still more than what we learned about Rhaast from Kayn’s bio.

So, that was Varus, the Arrow of Retribution, otherwise known as Riot’s botched attempt at LGBT representation. He’s a far cry from what he started out as, and yet, hilariously, he’s really not on account of them still not updating anything about him in-game. In that respect, the Varus you play as in League isn’t really even the same character(s) presented in the lore. While I still firmly believe that his backstory never needed to be changed so drastically in the first place, I least wanted to present the potential that this direction held, and how badly the opportunity was squandered.

Oh well. At least the music video still looks nice.

#Runeterra Retcons #Varus #League of Legends

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Lamia Drama Part 5

It’s ya boi Oozy. Apparently my brain deeply desires to touch on some potentially uncomfortable subjects today. Warnings for a completely made up medical condition - that is NOT meant to depict anything irl and any similarity to such is completely unintentional on my part - being treated with some seriousness as a chronic condition that does impact Oozy’s life.

Also skirts the line a bit between Corny laziness, general Sansitude, and feelings of guilt and depression. And touch starvation. But thankfully the snake DOES get pet in this and he ends the chapter happy ^u^

The Corny species of lamia belongs to @vex-bittys

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Oozy was laying in his hammock, a thing patched together from whatever they make raincoats from, as almost always. He could get down, but then someone would have to deal with the mess. Besides, one of the staff had gotten him a waterproof phone long ago. The hammock was coated in a layer of slime… as was he. As always. Most people found it gross, but he’d been born with it.

Despite what some might think, snakes aren’t slimy… usually. He was a rare exception to that. No one could figure out why, it wasn’t anything wrong with him physically… So far as they could tell his soul just thought he was an amphibian or something. Maybe he should join the Kraits, but they didn’t seem overly fond of his weird magic-mucus either (not that they’d ever say it). Heh. But for real, the best theory anyone had was either that he did have some kind of amphibian magic-gene that wasn’t working right, or that for some reason his soul couldn’t process magic quite right, making a sort of buildup of inert magical sludge. Possibly both. So yeah, he was a slimy boy.

If he showered more often it’d probably be manageable, but then some worker would have to clean up after him on the way to the shower and they’d have to rinse the hammock off too or else there’d be little point in showering in the first place, and if he was taking two or three showers a day, when would anyone else? Plus that’s just a lot of showers. Nah, it’s easier for everyone to just not. Or maybe those are just excuses, but hey, he’s a lazybones, born and bred.

Oozy sits there in a half-daze, only partly awake as his hammock slowly sways. There was a podcast going on in his ears but he was only half-listening. Somehow he’d gotten from DnD advice to doctors? More likely he just hit a button by accident. Regardless of how he got here, her voice is soothing, even if he probably doesn’t need to know much about orthopedics. It’s enough to make him want to nap…

Until footsteps come by. He waits for them to pass, but they don’t. He peaks an eye open to see a girl pacing back and forth, occasionally stealing glances at the nursery. Looks like they’ve got a new volunteer. Well, he should introduce himself then.

“Yo, sup,” Oozy says. He stretches his arms and neck, joints popping, and pushes his upper body up onto the fake-trees holding his hammock up so he can get a better view of her. His nose flicks and he impulsively says, “Ya smell like dirt.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I work in a greenhouse.” Dear lord she was loud. Not upset or yelling or anything, but she could rival a full grown Papython.

“Ah, they bring you in to get us more real plants or something? I don’t know if they can have indoor trees though.”

“Probably not. Most trees aren’t really shade-plants anyways, and even if they were, they can’t grow strong enough without wind.”

“Really? Huh, weird. But I’ll take your word for it,” Oozy says. He removes a little more of himself from the slimy confines of his hammock, draping himself over the tree and leaning his upper body down so he’s closer to her level. “So, why are you here then? Looking to adopt? I think you’ve gone too far then.” There weren’t many to adopt this far back. There wasn’t officially a “permanent residency” ward or anything, and theoretically anyone could get adopted, but let’s face it, they weren’t going to. They were hidden in the back for a reason, you’d have to be looking for a special case to even reach him.

“I heard there’s DnD.”

Oozy blinks a few times, then chuckles, “Well alright then!” Not the answer he expected, but okay. “They advertising it now?”

“I mean, apparently yeah! Though in retrospect, I think you were expected to come with a lamia…” The girl looked down,

Oozy shrugged, “Maybe. They have community events now and then and stuff.” Or maybe they were trying to get some of them out of there. No reason it couldn’t be both.

The girl nodded. “So, uh… I followed someone, they had gold teeth? The DM. Then one of the cobra ones wanted me to leave, and, uh… Should I go?”

Keith had taken her to the nursery, hadn’t he? “Nah, Keith just did something dumb. Whatcha thinking of playing?” He was curious how she was going to be worked in. They pretty well had their bases covered already. Red was the Tank and melee fighter, Trousle was the party face, Nikolai had healing and support covered, Liam was the other party face who really liked fireballs (freaking sorcerers), and… Well, Oozy himself was mostly just there to goof around. He’d made a ranger and had an Giant Owl (maybe not on the list, but Keith was nice enough to give him an upgrade since rangers were kinda bad in 5e) as his animal companion. The “hoo” jokes flew left and right! What could he say, him and his Giant Owl, Hoodini, were birds of a feather.

“I mean, I figured I’d see what you guys already have? Warlocks are one of my favorites – patrons are basically built in lore – but Druids are a mood and Martials can be fun too. Sometimes you just wanna smash stuff with a big hammer, y’know?”

“Mood.” Oozy said. “Well, we could probably use another full martial, but ask Hux, that’s sorta his thing, y’know?”

The girl nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Heh, yeah. Name’s Oozy by the way. Who are you?”

“Alex.”

“Nice to meet ya Alex. I’d shake your hand, but, well…” He held his hands up, shrugging. A drop of slime hit the floor.

“Are you okay by the way? You’re kinda…” She made a vague hand motion, squirming in place.

“Eh, I live with it. Called Oozy for a reason, y’know?” Oozy said.

“… can I touch it? Or you? Both?”

Oozy blinked a few times, surprised. “Uh… sure? If ya want?” He crawled a little further down, looping around the tree to keep himself stable. The girl’s hand reached out and touched his head. It was rather nice, actually. He found himself leaning into it, the gentle strokes feeling warm and tingly despite her hands being cold. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? His tail relaxes some as he sinks into the feeling, eyes shutting.

…

Well, if she wants to keep petting him, he’s not going to stop her. This feels great. Hopefully she’s not just trying to be nice, but she seems pretty wrapped up in it herself, running her fingers through the layer of goo that had built up and down to the bone below. Oozy was vaguely aware that he was dripping all over the floor (and probably on her shoes, but they were caked in dirt and scuffs anyways), but y’know what, it was someone else’s problem. He started to reach out instinctively, wanting to wrap around her and cuddle, but she drew back.

“Uh… sorry. I don’t really like my clothes getting wet… It’s really uncomfortable.”

Something in him deflated, soul feeling heavy, but he put on a lax smile and nodded, “Eh, don’t worry about it.” Just keep petting him, please…

“It’s alright. Heh, it feels kinda cool, y’know? Maybe not exactly like slime, but, like… It’s fun to play with.” Pause. “That’s a weird thing to say, huh?”

Oozy snorted, “A little, but I ain’t gonna complain.”

“Can I…?” She pointed to his tail.

“Go for it.”

Her fingers stroked down the length of his scales and he shuddered. It didn’t feel bad or sexual or anything, but it’d been a while since anyone had stroked him. Dear lord how did he go so long without this? He wanted nothing more than to wrap around her in a full body cuddle, to just run fingers through her hair and vice versa, to just get any kind of physical contact from someone. He was starving for it. Tears sprung to his eyesockets but he blinked them away before she could see. It was just so nice…

“Thank ya,” he whispered, voice coming out choked.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah… Yeah.” His soul felt a little lighter and he smiled in earnest, “Heh, feels good to get some of this off me.” Maybe he should take a shower today… The floor was a mess anyways after all. But it’s fine, it’s tile. It’d mop up. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I think you feel cool.”

“I mean, I am a reptile.” He snorted at himself, finally just saying fuck it and crawling down to sprawl on the floor like a limp, happy noodle. “I mean, probably.” There was a slight chance he was an amphibian after all.

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