#but anyway something like rain falling or a fan on in the room is just instantly like SWEET RELIEF

[ceilidho]

prompt: reader is hired as a live in house cleaner because ghost is always away and he only comes back on leave and he insists she stay in the guest room. Over time he increasingly acts like she’s his live in girlfriend or something. Very confusing for reader lmao.

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The job comes at the exact right time. 

The way you stumble onto your new job is a bit dicey, if you’re being honest. You’ve been meaning to get out of the waitressing life for a while—the tips are shit and the number of times that you’ve had your backside pinched has slowly but steadily climbed into the double digits. You just haven’t had direction; somewhere to go. 

Your savior comes in the form of a six foot plus soldier. Oh, he doesn’t tell you that, but his body language speaks for itself. 

At first, even the sight of him makes your belly clench and palms sweat like when you watch rock climbing documentaries or parkour videos online (all moist and clammy and you have to wipe them on your jeans before shaking his hand). He’s a one-time customer at your little roadside diner that gradually becomes a repeat offender. 

He comes at odd times, sometimes disappearing for a month or two before he’s back to sitting in the booth at the back of the diner with his back against the wall. You smile shakily when you pour him coffee after coffee. He never eats. Always sits in the same booth, dressed in the same black hoodie that does nothing to hide the sheer size of him and a black surgical mask that he never removes. He has a sixth sense for when you’re watching him from behind the counter, waiting for him to take a sip.

You never do catch a glimpse of his face. Not completely anyway. You know him only by the faint smell of gunpowder and metal that clings to him like a second skin, and the feeling of his calloused hand against yours. 

Like ice slowly chipping off a glacier that one day cracks, a huge chunk splintering off and crashing into the sea, you know nothing about him until you’re suddenly in his house. Simon, he tells you, and the sound of his name awakens something in you. He needs a housekeeper and you need a reason to leave. 

You quit the diner; barely even put in a week’s notice. 

The day you drive up the long beaten road up to his property, a cabin deep in the English countryside, clear blue skies follow you. Clouds crisp, delicate even. Simon takes you through the house, showing you to the guest room where you’ll be staying while he’s away. He never directly confirms your suspicions, but the faint tightness around his eyes when he mentions his job tells you all you need to know. No wonder he needs someone to keep the house in order. Never around to do it himself.

Then he’s gone, swift as a ghost. You wake up in the guest room to a hastily scrawled note on your bedside table and a faint feeling of loss. 

You scrub tiles and dust the top bit of the fan that everyone always misses; you mow the lawn, clean the gutters, and sit under the shade of a poplar tree with a glass of lemonade in the early evenings. If you look up into the tree, you’ll see spiders and squirrel nests. It’s almost therapeutic. 

Weeks pass at a time. Simon reemerges like clear skies between periods of rain. Sometimes even before you wake up, you can feel the change like lighting sizzling in the air, crackling hot under your fingertips and then stumbling into the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, coffee already brewing. You blush into an apology that he waves off.

Good soldier. Better boss. 

You fall into a routine, something of a cadence that is only interrupted by Simon’s hands on your hips when he moves you out of the way to grab a mug from the top shelf. His finger brushing over the curve of your cheekbone to wipe away flour smudged on your cheek. Then he’s gone again, passing through like a ghost. 

Perhaps he’s a more tactile man than you originally assumed. Something about the way he held himself in those first few weeks in the diner suggested otherwise, the way he seemed to radiate a latent hostility. Do not get close. You read this in the general slope of his eyebrows and the scars across his muscled forearms up until he reaches out to touch you, growing more and more comfortable with you around.

“You alright, love?” said into your ear on a warm night when Simon materializes onto the couch beside you, practically out of thin air. Your heart almost bursts in your chest. 

When you turn, he’s as beautiful as ever, honey burnt eyes staring out from behind a balaclava this time. Still dresses in his standard issue tactical pants, the faint smear of grime and gore around the ankles. There’s a lump in your throat when you smile. 

He smells richer now. Deeper, like the forest floor. Like crawling through mud and spider webs and a thick, cloying miasma of desperation. 

“Sorry—I didn’t know you’d be back,” you apologize, going to rise up to your feet. It feels wrong to commandeer his house when he’s on leave, even though you live here too.

A heavy hand on your shoulder pulls you down, settling you to his side. “Off your feet now—there you go, atta girl. No sense getting up; show’s not even done.” 

He angles you back to face the TV and tugs you into his lap almost effortlessly. You do not look back, even when you feel him slip the balaclava off, hot breath fanning over your neck. Not even when fingers play over the thin line of skin where your shirt rides up. You blink like your eyes are gummy and try not to shudder when his thumb dips underneath your shirt.

[digitalpup444]

omg HIIIII this is my first ever PUBLISHED work…i’ve always made like some sort of fan fic but just kept it to myself like a greedy little thing hehe but! i decided to share the nasty thoughts in my brain with everyone!!

mdni!

warnings; (rafe being an asshole, teasing, hard fucking, daddy kink, slapping, bimbo reader)

with the way the skies were looking, you knew your plan of going to the beach with rafe was out of the picture now. you huffed, pouting as you looked up at the sky out of the window in rafe’s room. “this isn’t fair!’ You whined, jutting your bottom lip out as you turned around to stomp out of his bedroom. in the office, rafe was working out some ‘business things’, as he put it, but you had no regard to that as you barged in.

“c’mon, man. I’m workin’ on something here.” he exclaimed, stressfully running a hand over his buzzed hair. you stomped your foot lightly, crossing your arms over your chest. “it’s raining.” You grunted disapprovingly, eyebrows furrowed. rafe simply went over to the window to look outside, holding the curtains out of the way as he parted the blinds with his fingers. with an eyeroll, he turned back to you. “it’s not raining. The clouds are jus’ settin’ in. go play somewhere, kid,” he grumbled. “ain’t tellin you twice.”

“but i miss you. you promised me you would take me to the beach.” you whined some more, moping towards rafe and putting your head to his chest. “n’ now its gonna be all rainy an’ gross and we wont even get to have fun!” your eyes got watery and your lower lip trembled as you lifted your head up to look at your tall boyfriend.

“hey, enough of that,’ He lightly scolded, grabbing your jaw to get you to pay attention to his words. “you can pout and whine all you want, but i cant control the weather like you think i can, kid. you gonna behave for me while i work on this?’’ he asked, although regardless if you said yes, he knew you would be back on the topic of going to the beach.

with an attitude, you pulled away from his grip with an upset look. “hmph. fine. Whatever, i didn’t wan’ go to the beach anyways!” and with that, you sulked out of the office only causing Rafe to roll his eyes at your dramatic exit.

as you entered rafe’s bedroom yet again, you threw yourself down on his bed and screeched into his pillows and threw them off his bed, not too happy about how today was going for you. what you didnt know was that rafe was following you quietly, arms crossed at the doorway as he leaned against it while he watched your outburst.

you your head up, eyes falling onto him with a soft gasp. “I..-’ you started, only to be cut off from his stern voice. “enough of that, kid. you dont know what you’re gettin’ yourself into.” he tsked, stalking towards you and laying a firm yet gentle hand on your cheek. “thought you were gonna behave for me like a good girl? i must be a goddamn fool for believing you when you said that.” your eyes were big and doe like as you looked up at your boyfriend, pouting at him. “ i jus’ miss you, daddy...i need you.”

and with that, you had rafe wrapped around your little finger with just those words. he rubbed his thumb over the skin on your cheek as he bit his lip, fighting between the urge to go back to the office or to take care of his precious girl. “you need me that badly, hm?” he grinned, his hand snaking to the nape of your neck where he gripped your hair and pulled your head back to kiss you open mouthed.

you mewled into the kiss, pawing your hands at the belt of his pants as you struggled to unbuckled it. “aw, sweet girl can’t even use her brain to figure out how to unbuckle my belt.” he tsked, pushing you face down on the bed with your ass hanging off. “c’mon, you know the drill.” he smacked your ass before pulling down the slutty pink skirt you were wearing.

“ohh, no panties? god, you were just begging for me to have my way with you,” he chuckled. “just a slutty little brat, always throwing tantrums to get her way,” rafe teased as he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down. “always cryin’ for something, nothing i give is good enough for you.” he lined himself up with your dripping hole before pushing on without warning, leaving you gasping and gripping at the sheets.

“that’s it..i know you can take it, kid.” he grunted into your ear as he leaned over you, smacking the side of your hip. “p-please…!” you whined, begging for him to move. it was excruciating the way he stayed there for a few minutes before pounding into you, leaving you a babbling and whining mess.

“just needed your daddy’s cock in you to shut you up, yeah? answer me.” rafe commanded through clenched teeth as he held onto your hips to hit every inch inside of you.

“y-yes! only act out cuz i want you!” you cried out, pushing your ass into him, wanting to feel him go deeper. the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix causing you to mewl and grip at nothing. “shut your goddamn whore mouth,” he growled, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the moans. “f-fuck..” the man cursed as he felt himself coming closer with each thrust.

your thighs trembled from the pleasure, eyes fluttering shut every time he hit that special spot he knew all too well. you had drool all over your chin once Rafe removed his hand from your mouth. “you gonna cum? yeah, i know you are. fuckin’ little whore was already at the edge as soon as i pulled my pants down.” he scoffed, letting out another groan. “inside, wan’ you inside!” you whimpered out, hand sliding down between your body and the mattress to play with your clit.

“please, m’ so close..please don’t stop, daddy!” you cried out, eyes watering with tears. with a swift movement, rafe pulled out of you to cum on your back and leave you wanting more. “did you really think for a fucking second i would let you cum after the little stunt you pulled? hm?” he tugged your head back with your hair, slapping your cheek lightly. “brats dont get to cum.” he stated as he fixed his pants, buckling them and going off to the office to leave you pouting.

[pucksandpower]

Grid Kids: First Times

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: they know you’re their mom … you know they’re your kids … but these are the first times you all say so out loud

Series Masterlist

Max Verstappen: Champion of the World

The roar of the engines has faded, the race has ended, and the stands are filled with jubilant cheers. Among the sea of fans waving flags, the color of the Orange Army is predominant. Max Verstappen has just clinched his first World Championship.

As confetti rains down, Max climbs atop his car, soaking in the euphoria. His face displays a myriad of emotions: triumph … relief … elation. During the celebratory chaos, he searches for a familiar face, and as his eyes find yours, a calm settles over him.

As you approach, he jumps down and without a moment’s hesitation pulls you into a tight embrace. Over the din, he murmurs something almost inaudible.

“Thanks, Mom.”

You pull back, a bit taken aback. The weight of the single word isn’t lost on either of you. Max, ever the tough racer, has tears glistening in his eyes.

He clears his throat, trying to mask the emotion, “I mean, after everything, you’ve been like a second mom to me. I couldn’t have done it without your support.”

Sebastian joins the moment, a proud smile on his face. “Welcome to the champions’ club,” he jokes but the underlying pride in his voice is unmistakable.

You wipe away a tear, “I’ve always believed in you, Max. And no matter what, you’ll always be one of my grid kids.”

Charles Leclerc: What If

The race is intense, the energy palpable. But in a split second, the exhilaration turns to horror as Charles’ car careens off track, crashing into the barriers. The scene is chilling and the paddock holds its collective breath.

Time seems to stretch endlessly until, finally, the screens show Charles moving inside his cockpit. It's a sign — he's conscious. When he is carefully extricated from the wreckage and gives a thumbs-up to the cameras, relief washes over everyone.

As he is taken to the medical center, your grid kids gather, their usual playful banter replaced by anxious glances and silent support.

When you’re finally allowed to see Charles, his face is pale, eyes reflecting the trauma of the crash. Despite the bandages and evident pain, he manages a small smile upon seeing you.

“Hey,” he whispers, voice hoarse.

You lean over, brushing the hair from his forehead, your touch filled with motherly concern. “Hey yourself. You gave us all quite the scare.”

He swallows hard, gaze locking onto yours, vulnerability evident. “I thought ... for a moment there ... I thought I wouldn’t ...” he trails off, the gravity of the incident heavy in the room.

You take his hand, offering comfort and strength. “But you’re here, Charles. You’re here.”

He nods, tears forming. And then, in a voice filled with raw emotion, he murmurs, “Thank you, Mom.”

The title that slips out isn’t one of blood or birth but of bond and heart.

You squeeze his hand, “Always, Charles. Always.”

Lance Stroll: Who Needs Wrists Anyway?

After Sebastian’s retirement, life quiets down somewhat. The raucous race weekends are replaced with peaceful moments gardening and beekeeping. But the bond with your grid kids remains as strong as ever.

One evening, a call disturbs the calm. Lance had taken a hard fall while biking and had broken both his wrists. The news shakes you, memories of crashes flooding back. Without hesitation, you pack a bag and book the next flight out to be by his side.

When you enter Lance’s room, you're struck by the sight before you. Both his hands are in casts, his usually playful eyes clouded with pain and frustration. However, seeing you brings a faint smile to his face.

“You didn’t have to come,” he starts, though the gratefulness in his tone betrays him.

You chuckle, pulling a chair beside his bed, “How could I not? I can’t let you starve or wear the same clothes for weeks.”

Lance laughs, “Well, there’s always the option of going commando.”

You both chat, the room filled with light-hearted banter in an attempt to lift the mood. As you prepare to leave for the night after ensuring he is comfortable and has everything he needs, Lance’s voice halts you.

“You know,” he starts, hesitating, “Even after Seb retired, you still ... you’re still here for us, for me. It means a lot.”

You turn back, smiling gently. “Once a family, always a family.”

He swallows, emotion causing his voice to waver, “Thanks, Mom.”

You reach out to squeeze his arm in comfort but remember the reason for your visit. Pulling back before you could hurt Lance, you say, “Get some rest. We’ve got a lot of healing to do.”

George Russell: King of PowerPoint

The rookies sit in the dim room, fidgeting in their chairs, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. They’re about to receive their initiation presentation by none other than George Russell, now the Director of the GPDA — an annual tradition to welcome the new drivers, give them insights into the world of F1, and ensure they understand the guidelines, all while keeping it light and enjoyable. It’s also an excuse to give a PowerPoint … and George never turns down an opportunity to put his prowess to good use.

George steps up to the podium, clicking the remote to begin his presentation. The slides cover everything from safety protocols to media interactions. But then, a slide pops up with a familiar face on the screen: yours.

The title reads: “The Heart of Our F1 Family”

George pauses, taking a deep breath. “Now, for those of you new to Formula 1, there’s someone you need to know, someone who has been instrumental for many of us drivers, both on and off the track.”

He clicks to the next slide, showcasing a larger image of you, radiant in the middle of a race weekend while giving one of your famous pep talks to the grid kids.

“This,” George says, voice filled with warmth, “is Y/N Vettel. To the world, she’s known for her contributions to the sport, her philanthropy, and so much more. But to many of us drivers,” he glances at the familiar faces of the other grid kids sitting at the back, “she’s known simply as Mom.”

There’s a hushed silence, the emotional weight of the moment evident.

“She’s our anchor, our guiding light, and sometimes,” George grins, “our stern disciplinarian. If you ever find yourselves needing advice or just someone to talk to, you know where to turn. Welcome to Formula 1!”

Lando Norris: Stream and Shout

Lando is live on Twitch, engaging with thousands upon thousands of fans from around the world while deeply engrossed in a racing simulation game — swerving, overtaking, and trying to claim the top spot. Along with the intense gaming, he’s also juggling questions from fans.

“Hey Lando, any tips for new racers?” one fan asks.

“Just keep training, mate. And don’t get disheartened by failures,” Lando replies, narrowly avoiding a virtual crash.

Another question pops up in the chat, “Who’s been your biggest supporter in F1?”

Lando doesn’t hesitate. “Well, there’s my team, my family, and of course,” he pauses as he navigates a tricky turn on his screen, “there’s Y/N. She is ... well, she’s like a mom to many of us on the grid. Actually,” he corrects himself with a grin, leaning closer to the mic, “She IS mom.”

Fans catch on quickly, and the chat floods with comments.

“Mom? That’s so sweet!”

“Tell us more about her!”

Lando chuckles, “She’s just ... amazing. Always there, always supportive. We’ve had our fair share of fun, chaos, and love. If you’re ever around the paddock, you’ll know. Y/N is magnetic in the best way.”

Mick Schumacher: Drunken Adoration

The end-of-season party is in full swing. It is a tradition where everyone lets loose by either celebrating their successes or shrugging off the stress of the competitive year. The atmosphere is electric with loud music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

Mick has perhaps indulged a bit too much. His usually composed and calm demeanor is replaced with a giddy, slightly wobbly version of himself.

As you navigate through the crowd, ensuring everyone was having a good time and not getting into too much trouble, you find Mick seated at the bar, a glass of something strong in his hand.

“Hey!” you call out, approaching him, “Having fun?”

Mick turns, his eyes slightly glazed but recognizing you instantly. A wide smile spreads across his face, “Hey! You know, you’re really awesome.” He slurs, the alcohol evident in his speech.

Laughing, you reply, “Thanks, Mick. Maybe we should switch to water now?”

He shakes his head, trying to focus. “No, no, you don’t get it. You’re not just awesome. You’re ... you’re like ... my mom. Like, a second mom. But also the first because you’re always there and ... you get it, right?”

You chuckle, moved by his inebriated but sincere confession. “I get it, Mick. And thank you. That means a lot.”

Helping him off the stool, you decide it’s time to get him some coffee and maybe a sandwich. “Come on, let’s sober you up a bit.”

As you lead him away, Mick continues to mumble about how great you are, his drunken words filled with genuine affection.

The party continues but for you, that heartfelt albeit tipsy confession is the highlight of the evening.

You: Sons and Spotlights

It’s a grand evening and the room glistens with opulence. Influential personalities from various fields gather, all in the name of charity and giving back. The annual International Philanthropy Awards Gala is an event where the most generous hearts are recognized, and this year, you’re among the honorees.

As you take the stage to accept the award for your contributions to various charities, the spotlight shines brightly but among the crowd, you spot familiar faces — Charles, Max, Lando, Mick, George, and Lance sitting next to your husband. Their presence is unexpected but deeply touching

You begin your speech, gratitude evident in every word, “Giving back is a principle I have always lived by. We are blessed in so many ways and it’s our duty to share those blessings with others.” As you continue, mentioning the various charities and initiatives you work with, an overwhelming wave of emotion grips you.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you glance once more at your grid kids and say, “I have had many titles over the years — friend, daughter, wife — but one that has been among the most precious to me is simply being Mom.”

The room seems to hold its collective breath.

“These young men,” you continue, gesturing towards them, “are my sons in every way that matters. Not by birth but by bond. Charles, Max, George, Lando, Mick, and Lance are my source of strength, joy, and sometimes, a bit of frustration,” you add with a twinkle in your eye, causing a ripple of laughter.

“But more than anything, they are my family. And tonight, in this room filled with so many esteemed individuals, I want to take a moment to thank my sons. For their love, for their constant support, and for making me the best possible version of myself.”

As applause fills the room, your grid kids stand, pride evident in their glassy eyes that mirror your own, joining the crowd in honoring you. They might be champions on the track, but off it, they are just sons, celebrating their mom.

Bonus: A Family Holiday

Mother’s Day arrives and you wake to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers on your doorstep accompanied by a heartfelt note that reads:

For the woman who has been a mother to us all.

Touched by the gesture, you make your way to the living room. As you enter, warm smiles greet you and the scent of a homemade breakfast wafts through the air.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” your grid kids chorus, raising their glasses.

Max grins, “We know you’re not our biological mom but you’ve definitely earned the title.”

Charles, holding a tray with a stack of pancakes, adds, “We couldn’t ask for a better mentor and friend.”

Lance, with a card in hand, steps forward, “And we wanted to show our appreciation.”

You take the card, and as you read, your heart swells. It’s filled with their personal messages, anecdotes, and memories — marking the journey you’ve all shared.

George, holds out a gift bag with a sheepish grin, “We thought you might like this.”

Inside the bag is a beautiful necklace with six interconnected rings, each representing one of your grid kids. It symbolizes the bond you share, a connection as unbreakable as those rings.

Tears well up in your eyes, “This ... this is so thoughtful.”

Mick smiles softly, “You’ve always been there, through everything. This is just a small token of our gratitude.”

You pull them all into a group hug, the love and warmth radiating through the room. “Thank you, my sons. This means the world to me.”

And as you all sit down to enjoy the homemade (only slightly charred) breakfast, the simple yet emotional celebration of Mother's Day reminds you that family isn’t just about blood ties. It’s about the connections forged through shared experiences, tireless support, and love that transcends convention.

[yunwangja]

undercurrents | yn’s council

masterlist

character descriptions !

y/n

after a failed relationship that traumatized her, she decided that fangirling is better than actually falling in love

her ex broke up with her saying they got “tired” of them and they’re not a match

she felt nothing but insecure in the relationship, her ex was always disappointed for her not “living up” to being a girlfriend

“you should be less demanding” or “you should be more ‘happy’ when we’re together” or “you’re too tense (said annoyingly)”

the final punch was “you’re not acting like a girlfriend”, and “you’re not cut out to being in a relationship”

since then, she’s coped by liking guys that are “out of her league”

she actually liked them anyway though

but never actually romantic !! always an admirable and happy crush

that’s why when she was invited to a volleyball match by samu, she noticed oikawa right away

but someone else found her interesting ;)

is not completely weird with tooru, she can be aggressive lol but in front of him, more of a shy fan

and tooru responds well (wholesomely) to yn

uni student

goes to yuu for diabolical plans

goes to yams for advice

goes to osamu if she needs a peptalk

osamu

calm, except for when he’s with his twin ,,, or stuck in a room with noya

more like a … yn handler

tolerates her; but he’s also the one who keeps her in check and makes sure she’s not going insane

in the first place he has no idea how people knew he had a twin because he never told that to a soul

as per his bio, tsumu is an extra character who pursued vball professionally and didn't go to univ (so diff from kuroo's team since they're all in univ as well)

former volleyball player but chose to go to univ after they graduated high school

good friends w bo since high school (but both got busy and spent some time apart when univ started)

always says yes to eating out for the food

especially when yams bakes cookies

sometimes he uses the lamest excuse to act “sad”

samu: it rained today… that’s depressing

yams: OKAY COOKIES FOR YOU (he knows, he just loves to bake for his friends)

yams

a very good friend of yn from her first day in uni

a yn protector at all times !!!!!!

he will not use violence but will instigate nishi into doing so

in this smau, he has no background of being a vball member

yn’s kindest adviser

would bake cookies whenever his friends are down or stressed

noya

loves to be painfully cringe

50% because its funny, 50% because it gets on his friends nerves

a yn protector !!!!

will use violence if that’s what it takes

the most annoyed one when yn has a new “crush”

yn: there’s this guy-

SHUT UP

so watch his reaction when she got a crush on oikawa <3

also has no background of being in the vball team

note: these are how i envisioned them to be when i started forming this smau. but along the way, there might be times their personalities may shift a little and/or expand more. just wanted you guys to take note of this in case i forget some of the details i wrote down here or make something along the way that might not be written here. idk, in my past smau i thought about this a lot so i wanted to say this lol, but rest assured the core of their personalities will be consistent throughout !

taglist: @lvtilzs @rarararararq @iamfontenlos @kurooswifeyy @secretsunsetsociety @kagsnumnine

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Girl now I need a one-shot of free-use with Charon. Like imagine just getting bent over one of those random abandoned picnic tables or waking up with him in your tent/room. Hnsnxcbbfsbxb I need to go lay down-

When Lightening Strikes

Pairing: Charon x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,724

Warnings: smut (18+), dubcon, free use kink, size difference, no real foreplay/poor preparation, rough sex, creampie, very brief aftercare, established relationship.

Notes: Charon fans, please enjoy this little appetizer that will hopefully tide you over until the already-9,000 word virgin reader fic I have for him is completed some time next month. Thank you for the ask, Anon, and thanks for your patience! Something short and sweet from me, for once; this one's straight up PWP, folks.

For an absolutely hulking mountain of a man, your bodyguard and companion moved in surprising silence when he chose to. True, neither of you would have called stealth a particularly strong skill of his if asked, but in moments of need, he could be serviceably quiet for a man of his hulking stature. Despite this, it still unsettled you a bit how he was able to teleport right into your bubble sometimes.

Or maybe it only seemed that way because you'd been all but completely asleep when he quietly made his way into your tent.

The two of you had stopped to make camp earlier in the evening than you usually did, attributable to the sickly green radstorm that could be seen rolling up along the horizon from some distance. Personally, you felt just fine walking through the less-intense storms, provided you were adequately covered up and had a few Rad-X capsules to pop, but your bodyguard refused to allow it, insisting that you take cover the moment the first rumble of thunder rolled through the air.

Choosing the most intact crumbled building around, what seemed like it had been some sort of storefront in another era, you set to erecting the little pup tent you carried around with you, tucked away in the corner under the intact portion of the floor above, granting you a sort of double roof. You were pleased, as Charon was prone to griping and moving your whole setup if your tent got wet. Besides, it would be unpleasant to be awoken by the leaking, irradiated rain falling on you.

You took the Rad-X anyway, just to be safe.

While you worked, the massive man began his typical routine of inspecting the area, searching high and low for any potential traps or threats. When he was satisfied that the two of you were safe and alone, he built a small fire, picking a very large rock out of the rubble scattered around and dragging it to just outside your tent. You shook your head gently. Every night was the same; he'd sit and keep watch, cleaning and maintaining that riot shotgun he loved so much, or maybe one of his other weapons, while smoking like a chimney. Many times you'd offered to share your tent or take watch yourself so he could get some rest, offers that went unaccepted time and time again. He didn't rest, as a rule of thumb; that was quite clear.

He had, however, recently taken to visiting you at night sometimes, when the conditions were just right.

You never knew how to predict when it would happen, despite studying him and his habits almost too closely over the last several weeks. All you knew was that when he wanted sex with you, he took it, and something about that gave you a thrill that you were actively chasing, even now. If you couldn't initiate, never really knowing when he was in the proper mood, maybe you could inspire the mood and hope for the best.

Once your tent was fully erected, you toed off your boots and set them in the corner beside your laid out bedroll before poking out, your nipples already pebbling from the slight chill in the air.

"I'm turning in now if you don't need anything." you said, knowing full well he would never ask for anything from you. "I'll see you in the morning. Maybe we can hit the road a little early to make up for having to stop early today."

With that, you allowed yourself the familiar gesture of saddling up beside him, pressing the length of your body against his side as you leaned in and gave him a little peck on the cheek. He didn't respond much, save for a glance towards you as he briefly paused whatever he was doing with the disassembled rifle in his hands. That little pause and sideways glance was more of a reaction than you were typically able to get out of him, however.

It was because of this that you were unsurprised, though still a bit confused with the fog of unconsciousness, when he appeared in the small space, a large part of his body undoubtedly exposed as he loomed at the entrance of the ratty tent. He didn't say anything as you slowly regained your bearings, simply sitting there studying you where you laid on your thin bedroll, the only sound the tip-tapping of the light rain on the building's bones.

"Mmh? What's wrong?" you called into the dark, heart already racing in your ears, only able to make out the vague shape of him there, relaxing incrementally as he crawled towards you in the small space until he sat at your feet.

"Want you." he said simply, massive hands gripping your thighs and yanking your entire body forward, closing the small remaining gap between you. Your legs rested along his as he kneeled over you. He didn't say anything more, pulling away the jacket you'd been using in lieu of a blanket, his touch roaming over your clothed torso and crotch. He was funny like that, rather flowery and loquacious from time to time, spitting out memorized lines, but shifting into truncated, simple speech when he had to respond in earnest, like it made him uncomfortable to do so.

"Is it safe?" you breathed, body squirming unconsciously as he moved to unbuckle your pants and undo your fly with surprising deftness. You were unsure what it was about this particular camping spot that made him feel more reassured than any of the others, but you trusted his judgment; he always protected you very capably, though whether it was because he truly wanted to or because you "held" his contract (in the most literal sense), you were sometimes unsure.

No answer came for your question, of course, only him jamming his hand between your now bare-to-the-knee legs, playing with your swelling cunt roughly as the other one busied itself undoing his belts, the weathered metal of the buckles clinking and tapping along one another as he did.

"Ahh!" you exclaimed at the feeling of his calloused fingers on the most delicate parts of you, wriggling in his grasp unconsciously as he stroked and prodded your clit, slipping his fingers up your shirt to pinch and tug at your nipples.

"Shh." he responded calmly, pulling himself over top of you completely and placing his lips to your throat, butting your head out of the way with his own and inhaling your smell deeply. The vibrations in your ear buzzed down your spine and made you clench and whimper, only fueling him further.

Seemingly satisfied with how wet you were, he grabbed your rather dirty bottoms by the ankles and jerked them the rest of the way off your legs, discarding the grimy article off somewhere to the side. Your still-socked feet slid up his broad, rough chest as he yanked you even closer, your ass riding up high on his muscled thighs as you felt him wrestling with his fly. You'd yet to actually see his cock, or touch it with your hands; the only times you felt it were moments like this, where he brushed you softly as he moved into position. You weren't sure if you believed it was possible that he was as big as he felt.

Your whole body tensed as he slid inside, most of his length parting you quick and hard, knocking the air out of you so thoroughly you couldn't even cry out. Nonetheless, he covered your mouth with his hand as he pulled back, giving one or two shallow thrusts before fully burying himself to the hilt. The hot shock of the sudden stretch was enough to force you to find your voice, your whines filtering through your nose as he began to fuck you.

He was always so quiet at times like this, even moreso than usual even if that genuinely didn't seem possible. You found it nearly impossible to stay completely quiet once he began touching you, even your breathing becoming louder and more dramatic. He, however, didn't seem to hardly breathe at all, like he was still listening for any unexpected sounds outside of the tent, a piece of his mind always firmly focused on monitoring for danger.

It ended rather quickly, but you weren't surprised; nothing about the way he was moving, the harsh way he plucked at your clit and pounded away at you with a great deal of his body weight, communicated that he was trying to prolong things. He let out an incredibly short little grunt as his strokes lost their rhythm, slamming himself as deep as possible as he came, pulsing strongly against your cervix and coating the back of your throat with the taste of electricity.

Your lover didn't pull away from you instantly as he usually did, though, letting himself linger in the crook of your neck, this time actually laying a few soft, simple kisses there as his fingers began to move in smoother, softer circles around your clit once more. His ministrations sent you squirming and mewling, still caged beneath him; he cupped your sweaty face and slipped the tip of his thumb into your mouth to silence you. It didn't take long for him to finish you off, sending you shuddering and clenching around his cock as you lost yourself, curling up against his chest as he rumbled, pleased-sounding.

After you finished, however, he did pull away rather unceremoniously, leaving you panting and completely dazed as he retrieved your jacket out of the dark and tucked it over your uncovered lower half. Lying there disoriented, you drew the worn jacket back up in an attempt to combat the tremble that shook your entire being.

"Go back to sleep." he murmured, his tone neutral, but not indifferent as he slipped back out the tent's flap door. As the rain outside continued to patter over the crumbled city block, you could just barely make out the sound of a lighter striking. The last things you noted clearly before exhausted sleep took you once more, willing or no, was the gentle roll of thunder still electrifying the air, the warm leak of Charon's cum running down your inner thigh.

Next pit stop, he was going to owe you big time.

[yanderepuck]

Salai-Chapter 4

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

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Once you're settled in the carriage you realize that he never answered your question. Maybe you will just mention it to Theo and if he goes into town and sees him he can ask.

Luckily when you got back to the mansion the rain was light enough to make a break for it. You were still soaked by the time you entered the doors.  You had a single bag of groceries with you.  You almost forgot it at the restaurant, luckily Salai had reminded you to grab it before you both ran out.  You make your way to the kitchen to give it to Sebastian.

Sebastian: oh my, looks like you got caught in the rain

Mitsuki: I didn’t think I would be gone long enough to need an umbrella.  But this guy I met a few days ago asked me to lunch and I-

Sebastian: Lunch?  With someone you just met?

Mitsuki: I know. I know.  But we didn’t get to eat anyway because of the storm.  They closed the kitchen from the lighting.

Sebastian: Good thing you made it home.  You shouldn’t be so trusting

Sebastian takes the bag of groceries and takes out the items.  

Sebastian: You should go get changed before you get sick.

Mitsuki: right

You leave the kitchen and go to the thermae to warm up.  Spending more time there than you wanted.

~

When you get out you wrap a towel around your body and head for your room.  You wanted to warm up so badly that you forgot to bring a change of clothes with you.  It is probably the end of dinner by now, you’ll just get changed and go grab something quick to eat.  

You get to your room and get partially dressed before getting on your bed and looking out the window.  It is still raining.  Not as hard, but there is still some thunder.  You lay down in bed, your hair still wet, and only a big shirt that you stole from one of the guys.  You keep taking one of their shirts from the laundry to sleep in and taking a new one every time.  They haven’t seemed to notice.

You feel your eyes get heavier and heavier as you listen to the rain, eventually falling asleep.

~~

You wake up in a startle early the next morning.  You didn’t mean to fall asleep when you did.  You get up and get dressed to get started in the kitchen.  For once you are there before Sebastian and get started on brewing coffee.  Your mind keeps going back to yesterday, thinking about Salai.  You want to get to know him better.  You wish you could invite him over for dinner.  He seems like he would get along with just about everyone here.  

You finally start cooking and Sebastian comes in.

Sebastian:  You’re up early

You jump.  You were so lost in your thoughts you forgot where you were.

Mitsuki: I fell asleep earlier than I wanted to.  I didn’t even make it out to eat dinner.  Listening to the rain was so soothing.

You keep mixing the batter for the pancakes

Sebastian gets close to you suddenly.

Sebastian: So who is that guy you were with yesterday?

Oh boy, he wants to gossip.  What should you tell him?

Sebastian: If something happens to you I want to know who I should be looking for.

Not really gossip.  At least he is looking out for you.  But you highly doubt anything like that will happen.

Mitsuki: His name is Andrea.  I first met him when he was painting by the Seine. He has really curly red hair. He’s a bit of a flirt honestly.  I think he said he is from Milan. He is here because he is looking for someone. 

Sebastian:  I do think I’ve seen him.  I’ve never stopped to look at what he was painting.

Mitsuki: I was thinking of asking Theo if he was still looking for art for the gallery and if Andrea would like to show his art.

Sebastian: He is always looking for artists to showcase.  Even if he thought he had enough for the gallery he would always take more

Sebastian chuckled and finally moved away from your side, getting started on his half of breakfast

Once you were done making the pancakes you stepped into the dining hall to set the plates and Vincent and Arthur walked in.

Vincent: Good morning, Mitsuki

His smile is like a ray of sunshine.  You just loved seeing him in the morning.

Mitsuki: Good morning.  Where is Theo?  He is normally with you two.

Arthur: He left early this morning to go gather things for that gallery of his.  Which means I’ll finally get a breakfast without him hounding me.

Isaac: It would actually be more peaceful if you didn’t show up…

Isaac came in right behind them, going right to his seat.  You pouted slightly

Mitsuki: I had something to ask him too.  I guess that means you have to eat his share of pancakes, Arthur

Arthur: as long as I don’t have to have his share of syrup!

You laugh and head back to the kitchen to grab everyone’s breakfast.

Vincent:  What did you want to ask Theo?

He asked you when you came back out with everyone’s plates

Mitsuki:  There is this artist in town that I met and he is having a hard time selling his paintings, so I was wondering if Theo was still looking for artists.

Vincent: I don’t think he ever stops looking

Mitsuki: Perfect.  I still need an answer from Andrea but-

Arthur: Andrea?  So you’ve made a boy friend in town

You feel your face get red.  Why does he have to make a comment about everything?

Mitsuki: A boy? Yes.  A friend?  I don’t know if we are that close.

Arthur: by the look on your face you have already started thinking more of him.  Don’t tell me that you won’t give me another chance?

He gives you a pout.

Isaac: She can’t give you another if she didn’t give you one

You had to bite your tongue so you didn’t burst out laughing from that one. Arthur turned to look at Isaac. 

Arthur: But I’m still always an option.

Mitsuki: You don’t give up, do you.

You aren’t sure if you should be annoyed or impressed.

Arthur: I think you being here for another month means fate.

Isaac: Fate for you to finally get slapped

Isaac never looks up from his breakfast, and keeps his voice fairly quiet.  You always forget how savage Isaac can be first thing in the morning.  You guess his anxiety hasn’t kicked in yet.  You let them go back and forth and go back to the kitchen.  Everyone else will start to wake up soon.

~~

After finishing up laundry and hanging it up to dry you went back into town.  There was something you wanted to make and since you got stopped yesterday you didn’t get a chance to grab it. But you were also looking for him.

There hasn’t been a day where you haven’t seen him, so he must come out everyday.  But walking your normal path you didn’t see him.  Your feet seemed to take you out of your way to try to find him.  After looking for a while you finally found him in a park.  You didn’t even realize the smile on your face when you saw his bright curly hair.

He had his canvas today but he didn’t seem to get much progress done from the last time you saw it.

Mitsuki: Andrea!

You hurry up to him as he turns to see how is calling his name.

Salai: Did you come looking for me little polpetta~

Mitsuki: What, no I-What did you call me?

Salai: Polpetta~

Mitsuki: What does that mean?

You give him a puzzled look, while the look on his face is telling you that he isn’t going to tell you.

Salai: It’s just something to call friends in Italy.

Well it doesn’t sound like a bad name.  You’ll have to make sure to remember it to ask Leonardo later.  Maybe he will give you more of a straight answer.

You get a little flustered and it shows on your face.  You quickly turn to pull something out of your bag.

Mitsuki: I brought this for you.  It’s a dorayaki.

You had it wrapped in a few napkins to give it to him.  You made them a few days ago to thank Sebastian and Dazai for making everything for the party.

Salai: do..ya..aki?

He takes it and starts to unwrap it to see what it looks like.  Maybe he knows it by a different word.

Mitsuki: do..ra..yaki

You said it slower for him, knowing that he’s probably never heard of it.  You start to open your mouth to tell him what it is and he already takes a bite.  By the look on his face you aren’t sure how he feels about it.  

Salai: What is the stuff in the middle?

He didn’t bother to fully eat what was in his mouth before asking.  He must have been trying to figure it out, or else he didn’t get too much in the first bite.

Mitsuki: red bean paste.  It’s a really popular dessert where I come from.

Salai takes another bite and you can tell by the look on his face that he got more of the paste in that bite.

Salai: mmm!  That’s delicious! It’s sugary but not that sweet.

His smile reminds you of little kids when you give them their favorite candy, which in turn gets you to smile.  But why did you want to see that smile so bad?  Why did it seem like your heart skipped a beat when his face lit up.  You glance at the painting and remember

Mitsuki: oh!  You didn’t answer my question yesterday.  I was telling you about the gallery that Theo is holding.

Salai: I don’t know if my paintings are what he is looking for.  My style doesn’t seem to fit what Parisians are looking for.

Mitsuki: That’s because they don’t know what they are looking for until they see it

You really want to see him do well.  Even though he isn't done, you can tell that he puts so much detail into his work.  Salai looks back at his canvas.  He seems unsure, almost like he's arguing with himself in his head.

Mitsuki: Andrea?

Salai: Sorry.  I’ve never done a gallery.  I never thought my art was good enough.

Mitsuki: not good enough?  This might be all that I’ve seen but I can already tell that it is going to be beautiful.

Salai: I mean… my style is very similar to my maestro.  I don’t really have my own style so I worry that people will think of him rather than me.  That’s often what happens.  Apprentices learn how to paint like their maestro and get stuck painting only like that and everything looks the same.

He didn’t take his eyes off the canvas.  He’s not even done with it and he’s beating himself up for how it already looks.  That reminds you of what he said yesterday

“People tend to remember the art, not the artist”

That makes you frown.

Mitsuki: no one will know your art if you don’t show it.

Salai thinks for a moment longer.  You wonder what conversation he’s having with himself.

Salai: Why don’t you come to my place and see my other paintings?

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I lvoe how a majority of the jamie tartt fic readers/writers are swifties, so i was wondering if you wanted to write a fic based on labyrinth? One of them has a tumultuous relationship with romance and doesn’t know how to react to a good partner and the possibility of falling in love again but ultimately ending up embracing it. Love your fics!

I ALWAYS want to write a fic based on a Taylor song. This one is for all of my self-sabotaging girlies. Also, anon, congrats and thank you for being my first request! Hope you like this🫶

You never bring the guys that you’re dating to your friend gatherings, but this is a special occasion. It’s your best friend’s boyfriend’s birthday this weekend, and he’s a huge Richmond fan, and you know you will get some major brownie points if you bring Jamie with you. Well, also, Erin insisted that you have to bring him “while he’s still here.”

God, this is embarrassing. You and Jamie met less than a month ago and have only been on a few dates.

“…You totally don’t have to–”

“No, no, sure! I’ll come! I love meeting fans,” he grins cockily.

“I regret this already,” you sigh.

—

“He seems nice,” Erin says when you get the chance to talk alone.

You shrug. “I guess he is.”

Jamie meets your eyes across the room and smiles at you.

“I think he really likes you,” she gives you a suggestive look.

You roll your eyes. “We’ve been, like, on three dates.”

“It leaves him with what, two more?” she jokes. She knows how it goes for you. You go out with a guy a few times, have a good time, and then dump him before it can turn into something else.

—

You’re on your way from the party when you notice Jamie sparing you careful glances, like he has something on his mind but second-guesses saying it.

“What?”

“I’ve been talking to Matt, and he, uh, mentioned a guy named Owen,” he starts cautiously. You sigh loudly. “You can totally tell me to fuck off, it’s none of my business…”

“It’s fine. You can ask if you want. It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.”

“So, what’s the story there?”

“We met when I was in my third year of uni, two years later, we got married, lived supposedly happily for three more years, until he cheated on me.” You say it all so casually, like you’re just reciting some story you’ve told many times before. “And then had the fucking audacity to say that I had changed too much. But what really happened was that I was making more money than him, and he couldn’t fucking deal with it.” Okay, now you sound petty. “Anyways, fuck him.” The resentful tone of your voice lets Jamie know that this was as much as you are willing to talk about it. You leave out the part where you really loved the guy, and you haven’t been in even a remotely committed relationship ever since.

—

You don’t really care much about Jamie knowing about your shitshow of a marriage, it’s not like it matters anyway. If anything, maybe he won’t be as surprised or disappointed when you inevitably cut him off. You like him: he’s cute, he’s funny, he’s pretty, and you enjoy your time together. You’ve never had any complaints about the quality of the time that you provide for your dates either, so by the end of the day, it’s a fair trade.

Except that Jamie doesn’t seem to get the hint at all. He keeps asking you out and somehow every time manages to make you say yes. He keeps finding new ways to make you laugh, keeps remembering all the little things he gets to learn about you, keeps finding his way into your embrace. It’s so easy to be around Jamie that your attempts to say no become more and more inauthentic.

So here you are, coming back from your seventh date in as many weeks. That’s the record amount of time you’ve kept a guy around in the past two years.

“The weather is nice, let’s take a walk,” you mock. “Let’s take a walk my ass!” You’re grumbling as you and Jamie make it inside your house soaking wet from the pouring rain outside.

“How was I supposed to know?!” He tries to defend himself.

“By the sound of the fucking thunder!” You throw a towel at him.

“I thought we were gonna make it in time!” He takes off his sweatshirt and starts drying himself. “You could’ve talked me out of it!”

“Oh, so that’s my fault?” You’re not really that mad, more like just annoyed, but if Jamie wants to argue, you can argue. He’s grinning at you. “The fuck are you smiling about?”

“I’m sorry!” He raises his hands defensively. “But you’re, like, really hot when you’re mad.”

This fucker. And he’s standing there half naked and wet. “Oh, you’re gonna regret saying this.” You close the distance between you and smash your lips on his.

You keep pushing him backwards until his knees meet the bed and he plops down on it, looking up at you with his eyes dazed. You take a second to appreciate the view, and it gives you this weird feeling inside.

Uh-oh, you’re fallin' in love

—

It’s all fine, all good. You have it under control. You are not catching feelings for Jamie Tartt.

Even when you do, and it scares the shit out of you.

Jamie has been a constant presence in your life for almost three months now. And he’s always so patient, and considerate, and attentive. He starts asking you more questions, wants to really get to know you, emotional baggage and everything, and it doesn’t seem to bother him one bit. He never asks of you anything more than you can give, never makes you feel like you’re too much or not enough.

You’re lying on your couch with Jamie on top of you, slotted between your legs with his head on your chest. You’re absent-mindedly running your fingers through his hair while you’re watching a movie. Predictably, forty minutes into the movie, he’s dead asleep. You know that he’s been very tired this season, with all the travel and extra matches and practices that playing in the Champions League requires. Honestly, you were surprised that he can make as much time for you as he does, considering all of that.

You let him stay like this, trying not to move your body too much, until the end credits roll and half of your body goes numb. You gently shake him awake, and he looks adorably sleepish. You tell him that you should move it to bed because it’s late anyway. He furrows his brows for a moment in surprise. He’s never stayed over like this before, only if you were having sex. He’s definitely not going to complain, though. He makes his way to your bedroom, and by the time you’re out of the shower, he’s already asleep again. Or at least half-asleep, because when you get in bed next to him, he still snuggles closer to you.

You lie awake for another hour.

In the morning, you wake up first and, quickly disentangling yourself from Jamie, get out of bed.

Jamie notices that you’re acting weird: your smile is tense and you keep looking away, but he doesn’t comment on it. Eventually, he gives you a goodbye kiss and leaves for practice. The moment you close the door behind him and he’s a safe distance away, you let out a loud groan.

Oh no, you’re fallin' in love again

—

You’ve been ignoring Jamie’s calls for two weeks now. There hasn’t been a single one in two days, though, so maybe he just finally gave up. You can’t help but feel a little bit disappointed, but what right do you have? It was your choice. You’ve been wrapped in your cynicism for so long that you no longer know how to just let yourself be happy again. You tell yourself that you’re better off, and probably so is Jamie.

Your doorbell rings, and when you open the door, you don't know whether you’re relieved or uneasy to see Jamie standing at your doorstep.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You don’t pick up your phone.”

“Yeah, I…” You don’t actually have any logical explanation for yourself.

“You don’t need to explain.” He collects himself. “I’ve been trying to give you space. But I think it’s becoming too much space for me.”

“Jamie–“

“No, wait. Let me say something. And if you still want me to leave, then I will.” The remorseful look on your face was probably enough of a giveaway of what you were about to say. Well, here goes nothing. You nod at him to continue. “I am in love with you. And I don’t care that you think you’re a mess or whatever. I mean, so am I, but you don’t seem to mind either. You’re fucking amazing. And I will tell you that every day, if you want. No, I will tell you that every day, whether you want it or not. Just let me stay.”

The following silent seconds might be the longest in Jamie’s life, but then you pull him in and kiss him breathless, and it was absolutely worth the wait.

You’ve been lying awake for a few minutes now, thinking back to the previous night. You’re facing away from Jamie, but chances are he’s still asleep, you still have time to flee. You don’t want to, though.

As if reading your thoughts, Jamie speaks up. “I know you’re awake.” Here goes your escape plan. He softly runs his fingers along your back. “Stay with me.” He places a kiss between your shoulder blades. “Please.”

You take a deep breath and turn to face him. You’ve seen Jamie in the morning many times, but it was never like this. He’s never looked so vulnerable and unsure. You don’t want him to look like this. You gently brush your fingers against his cheek, and he leans into your hand before taking it in his and kissing your knuckles.

It’s been so long since you’ve really felt something for the person next to you, since you’ve let yourself feel something for the person next to you. You forgot how nice it is, how good it feels. That it doesn’t always have to end in hurt. Maybe if Jamie can offer you his heart like this, then you can trust him with yours too. You want to. This realization feels like letting out a breath you have been holding for years.

“Where would I go? We’re in my bed,” you smile, and Jamie huffs a laugh of relief. Alright, then, let’s give it a shot. You lean in and kiss him.

Oh, you’re fallin' in love

[no-m4gic]

Love the layout of your blog- anyway, could I request a character of your choice with an S/O whos scared of the dark and or has nightmares frequently?

thank yyyoouuu anon both for the compliment and this request, it's a really cute prompt AND I CAN FINALLY WRITE FOR MY FAVORITE BOY KOREKIYO :)) honestly i was never scared of the dark is that normal lol

was deciding to do one character per game but like i'm lazy... so you guys enjoy korekiyo for now! (i love him)

this is a GN s/o btw!

~ mod sitaya

KOREKIYO W/ A S/O WHO'S SCARED OF THE DARK

no because like he's literally the worse person to be around if you're scared of ghosts and the dark.

yeah he'll try to not talk about spirits and japanese legends around you at night.

he'll even flip his creepy ass paintings around or move them to a different room aww.

if you nightmares and you guys don't sleep in the same bed, you can go look for him in his room and he'll give you huggies and cuddles.

extra points for the above if it's raining heavily.

if you still can't fall asleep he'll get up just to make you hot cocoa... with marshmallows mm, lucky you i'm jealous.

he'll also make sure his hair doesn't like smack or poke you. he's more considerate than other long haired folk like izuru.

oh you need white noise? fear not, he'll just bring like a white noise machine or a fan in, whichever you prefer.

well since he doesn't want to disturb you while you're sleeping your full 8 hours, he'll turn his alarm off.

still can't sleep since you're a very light sleeper as light as a cloud? or you just wanna sleep in the day time? yeah no problem, kiyo's just gonna bring you on a late night drive in the rain.

maybe even stop by a open-24-hours convenient store to get like cup noodles or something.

kiyo likes his cup noodles alright.

once you finally start feeling sleepy, he'll tuck you in and turn the temperature colder or warmer, whichever you like, before leaving to do his own business.

so he'll stay up the entire night till early morning so you can have a good night's or i guess morning's, rest.

i found this picture while searching up danganronpa memes so enjoy kiyo, rantaro and shuichi exploring the vast lands of pocoyo's world.

i found this off pinterest... if you're the artist lmk so i can credit <3

[jelly-and-strawberries]

When you get caught in the rain ft. The Eldarya Boys ♡

Lance – A little rain doesn't stop him, he will keep walking as if didn't matter. – It's no different when you're with him. – Of course he cares about you, but sometimes he forgets that you're very much fragile. – If you want him to notice you're having a bad time, then you will have to say something. – Once he notices you're freezing, he will look for some place to take cover. – He would take you into his arms trying to keep you warm with his body which results to be very pleasant. – If you got sick because of it, he would feel guilty for not being more thoughful when he's with you. – He would try to nurse you back to health. – He brings you water, tea with honey, warm soup and will cuddle you in bed while you're resting. – From now on, he's much more careful when you're outdoors with him.

Nevra – He's another one who is usually unbothered by rain.  – However, he looks for a place to take cover right away. – He would hate to see his girlfriend's pretty clothes get drenched. – If you have to make a run for it, he would take off his kimono top for you to cover what you can. – He would even go as far as carrying you fearing you might slip in the mud, besides he's faster anyway. – First thing he does is helping you take off your clothes. Don't get ideas, it's just to lower the chances of you getting sick. – He will also help you dry your hair, as he has experience doing that for Karenn when she was little. – Then, he would ask Karuto for something warm for the both of you to drink before staying in bed for the rest of the day.

Mathieu – He doesn't like rain because it always ruins a day that can be full of adventures. – He also hates getting soaked, but he's ready to bear it if it means you can stay dry. – He's very considerate with you. – He's the type to put himself over the mud just so you don't get your pretty shoes dirty. – Because of his gentle nature, he's the one who usually gets sick. – Don't feel to bad for him since he loves having you as his personal nurse. – His only request is you being in bed with him at all times, that's the best medicine or so he says. – Of course by doing this, you end up getting sick too. – Anyway, he also adores taking care of you so it's no problem for him to nurse back to health.

Ezarel – Ezarel knows how to predict the weather by feeling the air, so it's very rare for you to get caught in the rain. – When it happens, Ezarel will quickly look shelter for both of you. – He's no fan of downpours and hates getting his hair wet because of it, but can handle it. – You on the other side... he gets worried when seeing how much you're shivering. – He stays close to you and takes your hand in his blowing air to them trying to keep them as warm as he can. – If the rain doesn't stop, he will give you his waistcoat and consider carrying you back to the H.Q. – He also hates mud, so imagine his horror when he trips and his outfit gets covered in it. – Don't laugh or he will drag you with him and this will start a mud war. – First thing you do once in the H.Q? Take a warm bath in each other arms.

Leiftan – First thing he does when feeling the droplets of water is putting his cape over your shoulders. – Then he would look for a place to wait until the downpour passes. – He would back you up against the wall/tree and try to cover you with his body, so you don't get too wet. – That way he can also keep you warm with his proximity. – He another one who would carry you back to H.Q not wanting you to slip or get dirty with the mud. – You're so grateful for his thoughtfulness that once you're in his room, you take care of him hoping he doesn't fall ill. – You take a bath with him and carefully wash him up as a thank you. – You also prepare him a porridge and go as far as feeding him yourself. – You both spend the rest of the day cuddling in each others warm embrace.

Valkyon – He gets all worried when it starts raining because he knows that you can easily get sick. – He looks for a dry place with your hand in his. – If he doesn't find a place to take cover, he will try to cover you with his body. – He's naturally warm, so you don't freeze while waiting for it to pass. – Once in H.Q, he takes you to the infermary just to be sure you're okay. – After taking a warm bath, you get into bed and Valkyon hugs you close. – He doesn't want you to feel cold. – The next couple days, he will be watching you carefully in case you get any symptoms. – He will also recommend you to eat/drink warm things like soup and tea. – He will remain protective like that until at least a week has passed.

Jihyo's solo is a banger!!! ♡♡♡

[cottoncandy-cult]

You Have A Nightmare (ZFBFS)

It was late one summer night; a storm had rolled through, and the pounding thunder reverberated through the forest. (Y/n) was deep in sleep as she lay tucked into her bed, but it wasn't restful, as she tossed and turned in her comfy bed the occasional whine or yelp escaped from her. Her cover was near falling off the bed, her body was at an odd angle and pillow nowhere to be seen. A particularly violent round of thunder and lightning caused the girl to jolt awake, her body was sore from how she had been laying but the adrenaline from her nightmare had the aches numbed out. (E/C) eyes darted around the room in a daze, it took a few minutes for her senses to wake up. Slowly as she became aware of the pouring rain, she soon began to calm down a bit, sluggishly the stressed female pulled herself from the bed and slipped out of her room.

She attempted to turn on the hallway light, attempted because it only came on a few moments before it cut off. The deafening silence told her the electric went out, since she couldn't hear the fan in her room going any longer she knew she'd have to go downstairs to the fuse box. She was planning to go downstairs anyways to get a drink, but after her nightmare doing so in the dark had made even her a bit nervous. It was so silent she almost thought the pounding of her heart could be heard down the halls, even though it was her house something about the silence made her fearful of breaking it. She tried to breathe as quietly as she could, almost suffocating herself, as she slowly and quietly made her way down the hallway. When she found herself at the top of the stairs she stood and listened, she wasn't sure what for and she felt ridiculous being an adult mercenary and she's still this spooked by the dark and quiet. Though after a few seconds of nothing she made her way down, each step irritated her as it gave off a dull thud until she made it to the bottom of the steps.

Lightning filled the room with light for a few moments, she didn't really need it, but it still made navigating through the living room to the kitchen a lot easier. By now she had started to feel ridiculous and began to tell herself off for being a trained killer and still being afraid of nightmares, she relaxed and little and let her guard down. Making her way to the fuse box on the far wall of the kitchen, and when she opened it, she was greeted by the first real light of the night. She was glad they thought to put a battery light that turned on when the door was opened inside, though as she looked over the fuses, she was disappointed to see that none of them was blown. This could only mean one thing. "Damnit..." She muttered softly to herself, glaring at the switches for a moment. "So, it's just a fucking power outage then?" The deep sleepy mumble behind her caused both the girl's feet to leave the floor for a moment as a scream slipped from her chest, at that same time she heard a rush of noises followed by a heavy fall and swearing.

Spinning around the battery light shone onto none other than Zack, the male sitting confused and startled on the floor. "Zack you ass don't scare me like that!" Her hand was pressed to her pounding chest making her sit in a nearby chair at the table against the wall, leaving the fuse box door open to keep the room lit. "Hey don't get mad at me! You're the one that screamed so loud I fell over!" He huffed and pouted from his spot on the floor, lazily glaring at her. He looked so cute she couldn't help but to laugh, she felt better now that she knew it was him, but she was still a little startled. "Did the storm wake you?" (Y/n) questioned right as another round of thunder and lightning rattled the house, the girl moving to stand and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "Yeah, that and my fan beeped as it powered down, so I knew the electric was out." He watched her as she got her drink, then he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head. "What were you doing up? I know the thunder is loud but usually you sleep through these storms." He almost looked concerned, but it was dark so she couldn't quite tell. "I was having a nightmare, so it didn't take much for a loud clap of thunder to wake me." She sighed and went back to her chair, setting her bottle on the table as she looked at him. "So, what should we do? I don't know about you but after that little scare, I'm not all that tired anymore. It'll be an hour or two before the generator kicks on."

She looked over the male as he stretched out on the floor, his legs extending as he leaned back in his palms. "I don't know, to be honest I'm not that tired either." He sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, leaving her to try and think of something. "You wanna try and get the fireplace going and make some hot chocolate?" Now that got his attention, Zack had grown to love chocolate and hot chocolate was his drug of choice. "Sure, I'll go and grab a few left-over logs from the garage. Why don't you go ahead and into the living room, light a candle or two for some light until we get the fire going." Before she could even respond he was up and out, making her laugh to herself. After going over basic fire safety with him, and a couple months with a therapist, he was better able to handle controlled flames. Especially since they always went out of their way to make sure the fireplace was clean and that they had everything set up correctly so no pieces could escape. Once he realized you could actually control fire, he felt a bit better about it. As before it felt like fire could run without check, as if nothing was able to contain it. Now he knew better, and with 2 winters of experience he's comfortable with the small, controlled blazes.

And from there their middle of the night adventure began

[queeniecook]

January 20

There's a gentle rain falling upon the island of Sulani as the Grant household wakes up for the day. It's a Saturday which thankfully means no school for AJ.

"Can't I do this later? I want to go talk to Rahmi. She has fun stories about her farm." AJ says with a sigh. 

"It's best to get it done and out of the way. Then you have the rest of the weekend to have fun." Naya tells him, she's helping him with his homework while her husband stares at the TV, watching the ending credits of some movie he found to watch. 

By the time Rahmi gets up and gets ready for the day, the rain had cleared up - almost like magic one could say. According to her weather app, it was supposed to rain all day. She leaves the house to go meet Ukupanipo at Sand Simoleon Beach.

"Is the weather around here always so unpredictable?" Rahmi asks after they've gotten in the water. She still isn't used to seeing her friend in his merman form. There's a certain ethereal beauty to him when he's in the water - in his element - but she won't be sharing that thought anytime soon. 

Ukupanipo's face breaks out into a huge grin. "When you have those of us who can change the weather, yes it can be. Normally I don't meddle with nature but I did tell you I'd bring you here today..."

Rahmi's eyes grew wide "You...stopped the rain?"

He nods his head "We can summon clear skies, among other things." He doesn't want to give away all "secrets" yet. 

"Well...thank you." Rahmi says with a smile, she feels a warmth spread through her chest at the idea of someone doing something like that for her. 

After their swim, they grill out fresh fruit for their dinner. Tomorrow she would be spending time with AJ and Apollo while Naya is at work. The guys want to take her to a local museum so she can see some of Sulani's history.

The duo eat their dinner, chatting here and there about their lives.

"Since you go back soon, there's one more thing I'd like to show you." Ukupanipo announces to his companion. He isn't sure if she'll agree to it or not. 

"Oh?" Rahmi asks, putting down a piece of fruit to look at him.

"I work at the island's bar and well, I'd like to take you there. Not while I work obviously but I'd like to give you a taste of the Sulani nightlife scene." 

Many things filtered through Rahmi's mind in that moment. Is he asking her out on a date? Or is this just a friend thing? Then her emotions kicked in. Panic and happiness were the main ones. "Sure."

Night begins to slowly creep in and Rahmi finds herself putting on some warmer clothes she brought with her. The fact that it's wintertime and she's been at the beach most of the day while her kids are dealing with snow back home isn't lost on her. She's been keeping in touch with her kids and they seem to be doing well, from what they're telling her anyway.

The pair spend time around a bonfire someone built on the sand until it gets late and they part ways.

Once Rahmi returns to the Apollo and Naya's house, she goes to Vera's old room and finds Naya sitting on the love seat.

"Did he ask you out yet?" She asks, almost giddy. Despite her own struggles in her marriage lately, Naya is a fan of love. She loves love and seeing people in it. 

"No. Yes...I don't know." Rahmi says, staring at the blonde. She tells Naya what happened at the beach.

"That's totally a date! Don't worry, I got your outfit covered." Naya beams. It's not often she gets to dress someone up. Apollo let her play dress up on him once and that was it - but that story is for the bedroom only.

[rocksandmirrors]

for the summer prompts: thunderstorms late at night :)

hello fellow apocalypse matt icon, i assume you're here for the Goods™

i tried to keep it short bc otherwise i wouldn't have been able to shut the fuck up ajgsakgs them vibing in human rain is sooo their aesthetic idc

anyway enjoy!!

send me summer prompts + a character/pair

It wasn't uncommon for Matt to be invited over the Nocedas', now. The human realm was fascinating to explore, and Luz's mom was nothing but welcoming, even to him.

But, really, it was just an excuse to hang out with Gus for the most part.

Everyone in the house was already sleeping; Matt, however, had been struggling to fall asleep. He had abandoned the idea long ago and left the basement Camila had provided him and Gus for the night. He had given his snoring friend one last glance before heading upstairs.

This was when he noticed the familiar noise of rain pouring. He had to remind himself it wasn't boiling; rather, when he stepped outside, he noticed how cool it was despite being the middle of summer. He watched the rain fall onto the ground, but instead of evaporating, like it would in the Boiling Isles, it just crashed on the pavement. Then, it came; a sudden flash of light in the sky, followed seconds later by a deep rumble. He had never seen anything like this before, and his realm had its fair share of plagues.

Matt sat on the porch for what felt like hours, soothed by all the different sounds. It wasn't his first time witnessing human rain, but it was his first time really appreciating it.

"What are you doing here?"

Startled by the voice, he looked up to see Gus standing right next to him, a tired smile on his face.

"I thought you were asleep," Matt said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, 'til you woke me up climbing the stairs like an angry slitherbeast."

Matt rolled his eyes, although his heart sank; Gus had been so deep into slumber earlier, he had almost been cute to watch.

Not that he would have admitted to do so, because he didn't.

When Gus sat next to him, Matt couldn't help but steal a couple of glances; his eyes were half-closed, and he was clearly in need of a few more hours of sleep. Yet, here he remained.

"You should go back to bed, Augustus."

"It's too hot in the basement," he mumbled, "I need some fresh air."

Fair enough. This place had no windows, only a fan moving warm air around the room, they might as well finish their night into the living room instead. Matt didn't argue, and they watched the rain falling together in a comfortable silence. He could notice his friend struggling to keep his eyes open, though. So, he took a risk and wrapped an arm around Gus' shoulders to pull him closer. When he relaxed into his hold, not even asking what he was doing or why, and sneaked his arm back around Matt's middle, he could have melted into a puddle right then and there. There was something about a sleepy Gus that got to him, and he had reacted as if they had done this hundreds of time before.

"You okay?"

"M'yeah, comfy," was all he answered as his head fell on Matt's shoulder.

Matt snorted at this display and accepted his fate as Gus' pillow for the time being. He would look down at him, from time to time, noticing how his eyes were still open, staring at the rain with a faint smile on his face.

Another flash in the sky, followed by a rumble, almost resembling one of a monster. Matt reminded himself to ask Gus what this was later.

[suckitsurveys]

Are you content with the current weather? I am, it’s finally rainy. I love fall rain. Do you own many pairs of shorts? I do. Is there a place you’d rather be right now? I’m actually okay right now but I wouldn’t mind going home lol. When was the last time you were disappointed? I’m disappointed I probably have ZERO chance of getting into SNL when Mulaney is hosting.

Do you miss someone right now? Yes, always. Have you ever taken a close up shot of a flower? Yeah. Is there an article of clothing you need to buy right now? I could use some leggings. When was the last time you had alcohol? A few weeks ago. Do you feel like you just need to be with friends and relax? Yeah, that would be nice. Is there a situation you currently feel hopeless about? Yes. When was the last time you wanted to do something, but couldn’t? Currently. See my complaint about SNL a few questions ago. When was the last time you sang out loud to yourself? Earlier today. Are you one to often make typos? Yeah but I usually correct them if I see them. On a hot day, would you rather prefer ice cream or a popsicle? Ice cream. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yeah. It doesn’t work. Who was the last person you texted? Sarah. Is there a fan going in the room you’re in? No, but the window AC is on. When was the last time you felt like letting it all out and having a cry? This whole month. Do you feel you’re fighting a losing battle? Eh. Have you played cards recently? Yeah, Mark and I played a few week ago. Is there a band you like with amazing music but a bad vocalist? No, if I don’t like the vocalist I’m not paying attention to the music. When was the last time you had a headache? I had one the other day. Does pizza sound good to you right now? Yes it does. Have you ever relied on coffee to keep you awake? Yeah, every damn day. Do you sleep well during the summer? The seasons don’t make a difference in how I sleep. Anything you might be giving up on soon? Blah. Have you ever captured a moth? Not intentionally. Does long grass irritate your bare legs? Sure. Will you be going to the beach anytime soon? I don’t think so. Have you ever made any kind of video? Yeah. When was the last time someone made you feel like an idiot? Blah. Do you have sympathy for others when they’re upset? Yes. Are you one of those people who can’t dance but love to anyway? Yes. Is there a band/artist who has strange lyrics but you love them anyway? Sure. Have you ever been to New York? Yup!! I wanna go back!!!!!! Is there a song you used to like but are annoyed of now? That definitely happens sometimes. Does your optimism sometimes hurt you? Sure. Have you ever had a premonition? Sure. Are you dying to see someone very soon? Yesssss. When was the last time you wore earrings? I always have earrings in my cartilage piercings and I am currently wearing some in my lobes as well. Are you currently saving for anything? A new car. How many pairs of heels do you own? Zero heels, I’m more into wedges if anything. Has it thundered lately? It did a little bit ago. Have you ever gotten stitches? In my mouth. Do you need to repaint your nails right now? YES thank you for reminding me to text Lolly. Are you having one of those lazy days? I’m at work. Do you have any plans for the next week? Yeah, I don’t feel like like listing everything out. Has today been a good day? Eh. When was the last time you changed your picture on Facebook? Like a month ago. What do you do to cool down on a normal hot day? I’m usually inside in the AC but if I’m outside I just try to stay hydrated and in the shade if possible, or in a pool or the lake or something. Have you ever felt something was slipping through your fingers? Yes. Describe three emotions you’re feeling right now. Tired, hungry, annoyed.

Do you have a brand of deoderant you prefer? I’ve always just used Secret. Would you consider yourself to be physically strong? Eh, in some ways. Have you ever painted a piece of furniture? Yes. If you could change something about your life right now it would be: My health. Are you currently confused about anything? Yes. Do you have a really fat cat? She may look overweight but it’s honestly mostly fluff and whatever breed she’s mixed with. The vet has said she’s perfectly normal with maybe a lil chunk to her. Have you ever kissed someone who’s first name started with B? No. Do your initials spell a word? Nope. What is the closest red object to you right now? A sharpie. Do you currently have your cellphone in your pocket? No, it’s on my desk. When was the last time you questioned someone’s intelligence? No idea. Do you have a favorite quote? Several. Do you believe the fortunes in fortune cookies? Nah, I just read them for fun. When was the last time you went to a playground? It’s been a bit. Are you one to give ‘thumbs up’ to people? Sometimes. Do you ever call your cellphone when you’ve lost it, in order to find it? I’ve done that before, yeah. Do you know someone who’s blatantly sarcastic? Yes. What’s your signature funny face? Tongue out. Have you ever made a business card for yourself? No. Have you ever had an idea that you just couldn’t put on paper? Probably. Do you own a pool? No, I wish. What do you prefer more: waffles or pancakes? Waffles. What was the last thing you took a picture of? My cat. Are you going on vacation? At some point. Do you have a favorite curse word in a different language? No. Can you stand drinking vodka straight up or do you have to mix it? Nope. Have you ever spun around until you got dizzy and fell? Probably as a kid. Don’t you hate those games that expire and try to make you buy them? Not sure what you mean. Do you have a specific phobia? Eh, nothing major. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming, right? Right… why would there be something wrong with dreaming? Are there any recipes you have memorized? Yeah. Do you have a favorite font on the computer? Yeah, I like a few. Have you skipped class? Yup. Do your parents allow you to have your privacy? Yeah, I’m 35. Do you have a friend who is rather quiet? Uh huh. Are you able to swim? Yes. Is your hair tied up or down on your shoulders? It’s well past my shoulders. Have you ever used your iPod as a mirror? Sure. When it comes to shapes, do you prefer stars or hearts? I like both. Are you good at creating logos? No. How about catch phrases? No. Have you ever been told you’re good at imitations? No. Got plans after you finish this? Yeah, i have to pick up my nieces from school. Have you ever been severely burned? Not severely, no. Is there a song that seems to have been written just for you? Sure. Have you ever heard of Free Hugs? Yes. Do you have multiple email addresses? I have a personal one and then one for work. Has there been someone you couldn’t stop thinking about lately? My husband. Did you ever dream that you had a baby? Yes. Are you a visual learner? I prefer to learn that way but I don’t have trouble other ways. Have you ever gone snowshoeing? No. Do you or anyone you know have a rabbit? A girl in high school had one. What was the weirdest thing you ever saw cross the road? I don’t know. Are you good at coming up with jokes? Sure. Have you ever stepped on a tac? Yeah. Are your legs loaded with scars from your childhood? Not loaded, no. Have you ever skinned your knees, elbows, and hands all at the same time? I’m sure. If someone paid you $1,000,000, would you dye your hair electric blue? Absolutely. Do you have wireless internet? Yes. What was the last thing you cooked on the BBQ? Mark and I made steak a few weeks ago.

[murmew]

i wonder if you read carved in ivory by minroll (tk14 main ship and in a normie AU)

if you don't ehe provided both title and author, let me hear your thoughts soon!

Haha, I'm actually quite a big fan of minroll 🤤 (been following his progress since his first work), so naturally I've read all his works thus far. Though I definitely have favorites amongst them.

minroll's strength as a writer lies in his character writing and powerful imagery. There are several excerpts that I find absolutely amazing. Favorites so far being:

Chapter 1:

Then, there’s another joke. Vertin laughs, and her face is like the moon. The room brightens just a little, light falling on Sonetto’s face like a murmur. It sounds like a dream; Sonetto in that dreamscape, sketching on a page, her pencil scratching a wound into the paper. Graphite blood on the side of her hand, trickling down her arm. It feels too warm, too familiar—she’s so scared of looking at what she’s drawn and seeing it gaze back at her, the weight of its stare real yet intangible.

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Chapter 2:

Everything feels fuzzy, like Vertin’s senses are under a blanket. The evening fog is so thick that it mutes all the colours around her, smudging the sky and horizon into a puddle of grey. It’s raining. She knows this because of how the droplets fall onto her, seeping into her hair and dripping down her collar. Her hat is on the ground. It must have fallen earlier, but she makes no move to pick it up. If she reaches down, the fog will swallow her up. “Do you trust me?” The scent of wood. Someone beside her, warm and comforting. She knows this person. They hold her hand, lightly at first, as if asking for permission. Their hand is trembling. Vertin gives them a reassuring squeeze, turning to look at them. Their face is blurry, but she sees them smile at the gesture; a grateful glimmer in the haziness. They’re holding her hand tightly now, like Vertin is the centre of their entire world, where it ends and begins.

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Chapter 4:

Here is where it happens, in the basement where people are packed so tightly that everyone becomes one whole body: limbs moving in unison, breaths shared in the same space. The same heart beating through them. Vertin has never been this close to another person before, where the line between them blurs and she can’t tell herself apart from Sonetto. Oh, Vertin thinks. Her face feels like it’s been touched by the sun. Oh, Vertin realizes. Sonetto could become someone she loves.

In terms of the fic so far, with chapter 6, I'm not too captivated, but it could be attributed to "calm before the storm", since the teased major conflicts (besides Vertin's conflict with herself thus far) have yet to be fully explored and fleshed out.

I'm most interested in Sonetto's conflict with her family, and am very curious as to what her parents would think of Vertin 🤔. The warm familial situation Vertin has is clearly meant to serve as a parallel and contrast to Sonetto's, so far described as, cold family. I'd really love to see just how big of a difference there is, and how the meeting goes when the time comes (mostly interested in Vertin's reaction).

The parallel world and soulmate concept is also something I love, but I don't think it's being explored much, at least, it's not a major plot point besides some extra food and reasoning for their attraction to one another.

Anyway, the story thus far has a lot of room for drama, and I'm all for it. With how minroll handles emotional beats, I can't help but be excited for what's to come down the line.

PS. For the record I've basically read every fic in the Vertin/Sonetto section on AO3, save for a select few that I couldn't get into. So I'm happy to provide my thoughts on them if anyone is curious

[blood-and-pizza]

Hi Anon of the last post you answered, I know this is a big ask but could you tell anything and everything that comes to mind regarding Toy Chica and her relationships it even can be random- I think despite her attitude I'm becoming a big fan of hers.

I'm so happy you like her so much, anon! Let me see...

Toy Chica's best friends are, of course, Toy Bonnie and Mangle. She's just a little bit closer to Toy Bonnie, however. Although Toy Chica can be very manipulative towards her friends, she does care about them and their well-being, and will defend them to the death if necessary. And if someone crosses one of her besties, she will rain HELL on whoever was responsible.

Classic Freddy, like I've mentioned before, is completely exasperated by Toy Chica's antics. He's like a tired dad trying to reason with his adult daughter who peaked in high school and refuses to grow up. With all the other animatronics he needs to attend to, however, there's only so much Freddy can do. And he's completely out of ideas. When he's confronted about this, he explains that he's pretty sure the only way Toy Chica is going to change her ways is if SHE does something to change. As far as he's concerned, he's done everything he can, and it still isn't enough.

Toy Chica is not a fan of Melissa Pomene at first. When Melissa first arrived at the Estate, she had a one-night stand with Toy Freddy during her first week, and Toy Chica took it personally. Why? Because Toy Freddy rejected Toy Chica a long time ago, and she doesn't understand why Toy Freddy would prefer a plus-sized human woman over her. Even though Toy Freddy and Melissa decide to just be close friends after their night together, Toy Chica constantly mocks and belittles Melissa, mainly for her physical appearance. Things come to a head when Toy Chica decides to pull a particularly mean prank on Melissa... by putting Nair in her shampoo bottle. Melissa, understandably furious, responded by ripping Toy Chica's beak from her face and refusing to give it back to her.

I should probably explain that Toy Chica NEVER takes her beak off in this universe. She thinks she looks ugly without it. So when Melissa steals her beak and refuses to give it back, she cries and locks herself in her room. Classic Freddy has to step in, of course, and he decides that since Melissa has to wear wigs for a while, he was going to keep Toy Chica's beak until Melissa's hair grew back. Normally, he wouldn't perform such a humiliating punishment, but considering the nature of Toy Chica's actions, he felt it was a perfectly fair punishment. Toy Chica learns a lesson in humility and comes to respect Melissa a lot more after that, since... well... stealing her beak was pretty ballsy of Melissa to do, and she can't help but grudgingly respect that.

Now, you're probably wondering if the Nair prank may have caused Melissa to hate Toy Chica. The answer is... no, surprisingly. Sure, she's pissed at Toy Chica for what she did, and she gets a lot of satisfaction from exacting revenge, but after that, she lets it go. She's a bit of a simp for Toy Chica in spite of everything, and holding grudges isn't good for her mental health anyway.

Toy Chica is a huge flirt, but she mainly does it to get special treatment, and not because she's actually interested in that person. It's when she sees Melissa interacting with Funfred, Glamfred and Monty that she realizes she wants an actual romantic relationship with someone. Only... she has no idea where to start. She tries dating other animatronics at the Estate, but she doesn't feel any kind of spark with them. She then tries dating members of the Maintenance Team, leaving out Melissa since she's already in a polycule. It's when she goes on a date with Dave, the worst member of the team (who's a major simp for Toy Chica mind you), that she realizes she actually wants to be a on a date with Melissa...

When Glamrock Bonnie eventually returns, she ends up falling victim to Glamrock Bonnie's pranks... repeatedly. It pisses her off every single time, and she actually chases the big blue bunny around the Estate... she never catches him because he has powerful legs that let him jump to great heights, not unlike Monty.

"GLAMBON, GET DOWN FROM THAT TREE SO I CAN HIT YOU!"

"Haha, you can't reach me! Unless you wanna try scratching your paint, featherbutt!"

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!!"

"No way! Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah!"

... And that's all I can think of right now. If I think of anything else, or if you want me to elaborate on anything, let me know, anon!

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MayBlade Day 2

Day 2 Prompt: School

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There were several reasons Ginga wasn’t a fan of school.

Classes were boring, and sitting still for so long just made him so antsy, like he was just gonna explode- and it was scarily similar to the feeling right before he shifted unexpectedly, making it difficult enough to tell the difference to put him on edge all day, nearly every day.

On top of that, gym class was a nightmare.

It used to be that just about any liquid could cause him to shift, if enough of it touched his skin. Water thrown by someone, other people’s sweat (which was also really gross, but happened sometimes anyway), rain, even slipping and falling in wet grass or mud had caused the shift before, he’d lost track of how many times Hyoma had to cause a distraction- and usually get detention for said distraction- so he could scramble for a bush or the bleachers before his legs ceased to exist and his whole class found out his secret.

Sure, Kazuo was helping him get better control over it, but it’d still happened since then, so he still had to be just as careful. And he couldn’t tell his dad, he’d worked so hard to convince him that he had enough control to go to school with Hyoma in the first place, even if he didn’t like school as a whole, he didn’t want to lose it! The only real chance to interact with other kids his age!

…Even if he never really talked to any of them, only Hyoma, because all the other kids thought he was weird. The bad kind of weird, the kind that made people avoid you.

But he had Hyoma, and it was way better than being cooped up at home all day. So no, he didn’t like school all that much, but that didn’t mean he wanted to give it up.

…Today he found himself questioning that resolve when he remembered that his first class was without Hyoma, meaning he was left alone in his fighting to stay awake at way-too-early o’clock, listening to a teacher who was about as interesting as watching grass grow.

Said teacher’s voice had long since faded to the background, something about good vacations and ‘don’t let the giving spirit end’, and Ginga was just watching the little window in the door, silently taking note of what teachers and staff walked by.

And that was why, when someone stopped in front of the door, Ginga was the first to sit up, and the only one not surprised when the door opened, a girl his age poking her head in to look around.

“Excuse me young lady,” the teacher- whose name he couldn’t remember for the life of him, but he was pretty sure it sounded like an animal- squinted at the girl over his glasses, the impassive drone of his voice changing just slightly.

“What are you doing in here? You should be in class.”

The girl huffed out a sigh, walking in completely and letting the door swing shut behind her. She smiled politely at the teacher, clasping her hands behind her back.

“This is my class, actually, my name is Madoka Amano. I just transferred here, and there was nobody at the front desk when I came in so I decided to come find my class myself, so I wouldn’t be even more late.”

Ginga perked up, a smile sliding onto his face.

Someone new? In the middle of the school year? Someone who didn’t just know him as the weird kid always picking fights with bullies and trying to avoid gym?

“...Ah, yes,” the teacher responded after shuffling through the papers stacked on his desk, “my apologies, er- welcome to class then. You can go ahead and take a seat, and then we’ll get started.”

The girl- Madoka, he really wanted to remember her name- nodded and turned to scan the room, her gaze briefly falling on Ginga before landing on the empty desk next to him, and he about started bouncing in his seat when she walked over to sit next to him. He shot her a friendly grin that she actually returned as she pulled out her books and things.

Okay, maybe it’ll be a little better in this class now!

He turned to the front to try and pay attention, now wide awake with the prospect of a possible new friend.

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…Nope, he still had no idea what had been talked about, too distracted by the new girl to pay much attention.

But hey! That was a problem for later Ginga, now Ginga had someone to introduce himself to!

He practically leapt from his seat to stand next to her desk, smiling again when she looked at him questioningly. “Hi, I’m Ginga!”

Madoka looked surprised, but to his delight she chuckled, adjusting the goggles on her head before she stood up.

“Nice to meet you, Ginga! I’m Madoka, if you didn’t hear before- I’d love to stay and talk, but I’m apparently finding my own way around and I don’t wanna be late…”

No wait but you seem nice-

“I-I could help you find your next class!” he offered quickly, bouncing in place a little, “I know the school pretty well, and my next teacher usually doesn’t mind if I’m a couple minutes late anyway!”

For a moment he thought he might be overstepping- she made a funny face that he really didn’t know how to read, but then she smiled and hurriedly grabbed the rest of her things. “If it’s no trouble I’d really appreciate that! My next class is social studies, but I wasn’t given any teacher names, so…”

Yes!

He did a little dance in his head, because he actually did know where that would be!

“Yeah, I gotcha!” he nodded, showing another of his brightest grins, “c���mon, it’s not far!”

They kept talking as he showed her the way to her next class, and apparently she was transferred so suddenly because she’d just moved here, and didn’t want to wait so long to start school again.

(Personally, Ginga would wait to wait a lot longer before going back to school but to each their own he supposed)

He also found out that she’d lived around here before, when she was little, and she was really hoping to find her best friend from back then too. She promised to introduce them if she did, because she thought they’d get along well.

By the time Ginga made it to his next class, he was more than just a few minutes late. Luckily his teacher believed that he was helping out a new student and not just goofing around, so he was able to sit in his usual spot without any trouble, kicking his feet excitedly and letting out a giddy little laugh when Hyoma sent a funny look his way.

I made a new friend!

How could he be expected to focus on class after that?

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“She might be in our lunch period, yeah,” Hyoma allowed, having to hold Ginga back from sprinting off as soon as he said it. “But that doesn’t mean you can just run right up to her, you helping her to her class doesn’t mean she’ll sit with you.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want Ginga to have more friends, he just didn’t want him getting his hopes up- people could be mean, and he very rarely saw it coming.

“I know, I know,” his friend sighed, though he didn’t look very deterred, “but really, I think you’ll like her! She’s really smart, and she wears these cool goggles, I’ll have to ask where she got them-”

Ginga was still talking as they entered the cafeteria, but Hyoma didn’t bother stopping him- it wasn’t like he could be heard over the roar of chattering students, everyone talking about anything at once, he could barely hear himself think, let alone whatever someone else was talking about.

(Hyoma didn’t like the cafeteria, not one bit. Too loud, too crowded, and too few places to escape if Ginga started getting fishy in the middle of lunch, it made him nervous)

He was already heading for their usual table in the corner, near a door and as far away from where the bullies sat as possible, so he nearly toppled over when the ball of energy attached to his arm suddenly yanked him in another direction entirely.

“I saw her! She’s over here!” Ginga cheered over the rest of the crowd, and Hyoma could only sigh and go along with him, shooting their empty table a longing glance.

To Ginga’s credit, the girl was smiling and waving them over, so he couldn’t worry too much about some misunderstanding, but the shorter boy sitting next to her looked uncomfortable- or maybe embarrassed? Embarrassed to be seen with them?

“Hey Madoka!” Ginga greeted his apparent new friend cheerfully, plopping down in the seat across from her without a care in the world. “This is my friend Hyoma- and who’s that with you?”

Annnd now he had to sit down. Curse extroverts.

“Hey Hyoma,” Madoka smiled at him as well, then nudged the green-haired boy, who’d been avoiding looking at either of them thus far. “This is Kenta, I met him in my math class.”

Shy? Or did he not want them over here?

...Actually, he was pretty sure this kid sat behind him in history, so it wasn’t like they were complete strangers, they’d probably had brief conversations here and there.

Ginga hadn’t picked up on whatever it was, but that was no surprise- he was only ever observant when other kids were getting picked on, a trait Hyoma would assume was trouble-seeking if he didn’t already know that trouble found him either way, and Ginga just liked helping people along the way.

“Come on, Kenta,” he faintly heard while he was digging through his lunch bag (one of the many upsides to Ginga’s dad’s store- they never had to buy stuff for lunch) and he looked up to see Madoka nudging Kenta again, a little frown on her face, “see, he’s not intimidating- he’s like a puppy!”

He’d watched Kenta in class before, and shy was not a word he’d associate him with, so this was already abnormal. But ‘like a puppy’ was clearly Ginga, who else? And in that case- intimidating?

Hyoma was of the mind that Ginga and intimidating barely belonged in the same language as each other, let alone the same sentence.

But despite that, Kenta definitely looked nervous, tugging at a bracelet and glancing between Ginga and the table.

(Ginga was, of course, being as un-intimidating as possible, inhaling a sandwich like he breathed ham instead of air- which just reinforced the question of what the heck had Kenta seen)

“Um!”

They all jumped when Kenta spoke up abruptly, and Hyoma had to give Ginga a good slap on the back when his ham-breathing failed him before he could focus on the other boy, who had stood up and was now staring intently at the redhead, lunch tray seemingly forgotten.

“Ginga, I- I wanted to thank you!”

Ginga just stared at him, sandwich remains in hand.

“Uh- why? What for?”

The embarrassment returned, Hyoma could tell in the way his shoulders drew up, but Kenta kept going.

“Um, well- on my first day, Benkei and some of his gang were picking on me, b-because I was new, ‘nd I’m short for my age, and everybody was just walking by and ignoring it, but- but you didn’t!”

He sat down again, but this time he was smiling at Ginga, looking grateful. “You tried to stop them, and even when Kyoya himself came over you stood up to him! It was- I thought it was really cool, and I never got to thank you for helping me, so…”

…Huh, now that was a new one for both of them. All Ginga usually got for shutting up Kyoya was detention.

He took it in stride though, absolutely lighting up in a grin, already talking a mile a minute, and Hyoma couldn’t help a chuckle escaping when Kenta actually joined in.

He went to give Madoka an amused look, since she was clearly more of the quiet sort, but she seemed distracted, mouthing what looked like ‘Kyoya?’ before looking around the cafeteria, eyebrows furrowed and a frown tugging at her lips.

That’s strange, he noted, frowning to himself, Ginga said she lived here when she was younger, maybe she recognized his name?

He looked away when she looked back, not wanting to be caught staring, and settled in to quietly eat his lunch, curious but content to watch Ginga and Kenta go back and forth about some card game he’d never heard of, and another brief look at Madoka showed much the same, though she also piped up with a comment every so often.

…Still, through the rest of lunch he couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t eat much, and kept looking around with that same frown- one time she looked angry, and she didn’t speak up after that, just picking at her food.

Hm, something to keep an eye on.

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Two! He had two new friends! In one day!!

Madoka was nice, smart, actually seemed interested in what he was saying, and since she was new to the area he could show her around, take her to his dad’s store and then show her all the best places to hang out and get food- or, well, did it count as new if she’d just moved back? Was she re-new? Maybe things were still pretty similar- but they hadn’t moved here until he and Hyoma were ten, so she definitely didn’t know the shop, he could start there and see what else might be new to her, maybe.

And Kenta! He remembered Kenta, he’d just started this year, and Kyoya’s goons loved going after new kids- he needed to remember to warn Madoka about that- and he’d seen them picking on him on the way to lunch, but didn’t get to talk to him afterwards because he spent that lunch in the office for ‘starting a fight’.

(Kyoya’s the one who always started it, he didn’t understand why he never got in trouble for being such a bully to everyone…)

But now they’d gotten to meet properly, Kenta even wanted to introduce him to a new game, and he and Madoka already got along, and they both got along with Hyoma even though he was quiet! He was gonna have so much to tell his dad when he got home, and even more to tell Kazuo when he came over tomorrow, it was gonna be great.

“See you guys tomorrow!” Kenta waved to them before hurrying off to the bus line, while Madoka stayed with him and Hyoma as they left the school, though she’d been looking around a lot since school had ended- maybe she was still looking for that old friend she’d mentioned?

Oh, that reminded him-

“You never told me your friend’s name!” he pointed out, getting the attention of both (both!!) his friends, Hyoma curious and Madoka embarrassed.

“Right, yeah, forgot I mentioned that, heh…”

She looked away, suddenly seeming uncomfortable with the subject, “um, I think I might’ve found him already, I just haven’t gotten a good look at him or any chance to talk to him yet…”

“Oh, really?” he noticed her change in mood, of course he did, but couldn’t figure out why she’d be uncomfortable, so he just started looking around too. “Do you see him now, or do you think he takes the bus?”

He could hear a lot of people laughing, which could either be absolutely nothing or Kyoya, but he tried to ignore it on the off chance it was nothing.

Madoka snorted, and he caught her looking towards the laughter too even when she rolled her eyes. “I think his dad would have an aneurysm if he ever stepped foot on a bus, but on the other hand I doubt he cares enough to pick him up, so… He probably walks, if it’s actually him that I…”

She trailed off as the crowds thinned out a bit, and it was revealed that the laughing was from Kyoya’s group, gathered around a kid he vaguely recognized from one of his classes.

Kyoya was right up front, of course, with that smirk on his face that made Ginga want to punch him. Or bite him.

…Mostly bite.

“Just leave it Ginga, there are too many of them,” Hyoma murmured from his shoulder, but he couldn’t just stand there when those jerks were tormenting someone, it wasn’t like the teachers would help, so who else would stop them when everyone else just ignored-

His train of thought was abruptly derailed when Madoka shoved her backpack into his arms and marched towards the group, shoulders set like his dad when he dealt with people trying to steal and a scowl on her face that could probably rival Kyoya’s.

“Kyoya Tategami!”

…Which was where she was headed, apparently- he was surprised at how loud she could be, nearly every kid still in the area was watching her as she stomped up to Kyoka and crossed her arms, glaring at him like she wanted to punch him now. “What are you doing!? What, did you just lose all sense of kindness and decency when I moved away??”

Ginga gasped, and next to him he heard a quiet ‘no way’ from Hyoma as they- and everyone else- watched Kyoya’s eyes go wide with shock, the school-wide bully actually taking a step back.

“M- Madoka!?”

He looked at Hyoma, his friend looking back with just as much confusion, and for once, they ran to the gathered crowd together.

I gotta hear this story-