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Date Everything Self Aware & Obsessed AU PT.2— Eddie & Volt, Mac, Hoove

AN: A quick little something for 200+ followers, thank you all so much! That being said, I've had a panic attack and multiple breakdowns today, so my writing may not be my A-game, but I did write angst, so I might have cooked. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]

WC: 1K

When you’re talking to Lux, even though you started off with hating them, they’ve kinda grown on you by now. You’ve started to spend so much time with them, they were just so fun now! Their jokes actually started to land and make you laugh really hard as you kept going through their dialogue every day, you, like any other player, usually forget to visit objects after getting their love or friendship ending. Volt & Eddie are no exceptions to this, sadly. Watching you aim those glasses at Lux every day, using at least one charge every day instead of coming to their show once, did piss them off.

Eddie slammed his drink down on the counter with a huff as Volt rolled his eyes, the sound of Lux’s obnoxious laughter was drowning yours out and honestly, at this point it’s became so much. Volt has noticed how… agitated, when he- they both realized what they were. What you were. The fact that you’ve been romancing almost everyone didn’t sting as badly as finding out that nothing happened to the ‘MC’, you, the real human, just forgot about them or deemed their story done, without any say from them.

Volt was pulled from his musings with an audible sigh from Eddie, “Hey,” he spoke softly, his hand caressing Eddie’s neck, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to get their attention back, we are the electricity! How hard can it be if Dorian, of all people, managed to mess up their game one time?” Volt’s heart sunk at Eddie’s gaze, he’d never saw his other half this… grim, before.

“It’s not about getting them back, Volt. Why did they forget in the first place? Were we too muc— did we do something wrong?”, his voice was gravelly, almost shaking with grief, as if they’d lost them. In a way, they were grieving, they were grieving the loss of your giggles when they flustered you, how you’d look at them like they were everything— they felt your gaze on them; it warmed their skin like the sun they never saw.

The next time you’re talking with Lux, excited that it was most likely your last conversation before their route ended, you pressed on. All smiles until the power cut out. It was so instant you felt a little winded, the whole game just went dark, Lux disappeared, only the empty chat box in its usual place. Your heart actually picked up when you heard, “Ah, live wire! We’ve missed you…”

Mac feels empty. Not in the emotional way, oh boy they are full of emotions about you in that regard, they just… feel abandoned, tossed aside. They were one of the first to realize they were actually in a game and the puppet talking to them was controlled by a being so complex their CPU ran hot thinking about what you looked like. Your voice, whether a cough, sneeze, a coo at them or a comment about what they said, made their heart swell a thousand times more than when you double clicked. Though, you were save scumming, they found that term on the internet, trying to test every kind of ending you could get with them. Really, they are flattered and flustered that your attention was so fixated on them but, they hated the way you sounded when you kept picking the answers that lead to a hate end. There’s no way they’re letting that happen.

The next time you open their dialogue to finally get the hate ending and finish this god-damned challenge you forced on yourself, now though, Mac seems downright elated to see you. You… hurt them pretty badly, and yet they’re acting like nothing happened. Did you bug the game by how much you save scummed? You felt yourself freeze when Mac asked, “Hey, what do you say to being mine forever? Save the hassle for both of us? Oh, I’m overheating with the thought of hearing you say I love you to me!”, there’s only one option you can click, it reads, ‘Of course, I love you, Mac!’, your mouse moves on its own.

Hoove knew he wasn’t an easy object, he never claimed to be one! He needs trust from a person he could even think to call his lover. When he realized what he was, when he saw just how hard you were trying over and over again, his heart warmed. He felt loved, yes he heard your disgruntled groans and huffs when you got his bad or friendship ending again, yes he wanted oh so terribly to reach out to you himself, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know how. When you stopped visiting him after a while, it felt like his heart was slowly sinking down to his stomach in this grueling pace. Every second he didn’t hear your adorable noises, your laugh, how you got up to get water and talked to your pets or to yourself about something to do with your real life, he felt like his heart could burst right there. Your very being consumed his, and yet, he just couldn’t break himself from his code. One time, you got so frustrated, he heard you crying. You probably had so much more going on and this was the thing that broke the dam, but… he couldn’t help but blame himself. He is too difficult to love, isn’t he? His vision blurred as he felt you closing the game, the tears threatening to fall any moment as he looked down, suffocated in a prison he couldn’t escape.

His ears perked up when he heard you getting closer after a week or too, his heart doing jumping jacks inside his ribcage as you aimed your dateviators at him. In this state of euphoria is when you abruptly saw the love ending screen. You were confused but so happy, you saw a sprite you’ve never seen of Hoove before, his eyes full of tears but his smile wide, his dialogue read, “Finally…you’re here, again. I’m not wasting any chances anymore. Come here, to me.”

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nctwarri0rs · 3 days ago

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Kiss The Cook!

Erik Campbell x Reader

based on an anon i got:

no warnings! just pure silliness and family fun. Kiss the cook! 1k words :)

You had forgotten all about the gift you had gotten Erik for Christmas.

That was until the Campbell family get together you got invited to this weekend. Every first weekend of summer, the family would meet up at Howard and Brenda’s house and grill out. Bobby on drinks, Erik on grill, Julia on music, and Charlie on entertainment. Usually, Stefani would also be there trying to help out, but had been absent the past couple of years due to college not ending till later.

You had been invited the past three years, for as long as you and Erik had been a thing. It was nice to be around the family, and they treated you like you were a part of it. The Campbells had always been welcoming to anyone- even the friends of Bobby’s who were too rowdy, or Julia’s “secret” boyfriend that came in and out of the picture.

At about 4:00, you pulled into the driveway of the house, practically jumping out of the car and making a B-line to the backyard. Just had you as foretold, everyone was in their spots: Bobby on drinks, Julia on music, Charlie on entertainment, and Erik on-

… What the hell was Erik wearing?

He turned around to look at you, a shit eating grin on his face. He remembered your Christmas present. A brand new apron for grilling, “kiss the chef” written in red cursive on the front. You hated it. It looked perfect on him.

“Hey! Glad you made it. Do you like the outfit?” Erik asked, speed walking over to you and giving you a side hug.

You suppressed a giggle while talking, “You look great, I think!”

“Well I’m happy you bought it sweetheart.” You heard Brenda’s voice from behind you, who had been carrying out brownies that she had made. “Gives me an excuse to give my boy a kiss.”

She gave Erik a kiss on the forehead, leading him to turn red with a shy smile. “She loves it. I love it. Should get me more kisses than usual, right?”

You tilted your head, thinking. You could give in, smother him in kisses and tell him about how sweet he is. Or you could be evil.

You chose to be evil.

“Hm, I dunno. Test it out.” You shrugged your shoulders, patting him on the back, and leaving to go ask Bobby if he needed help. Erik looked shocked, but he was way more than willing to play into the challenge.

After making a couple of drinks with Bobby, the family all sat down right near the grill. The hotdogs that Erik had been cooking were finishing up, so they took the last few minutes to wind down from messing around.

“So, how's the wife and kids?” Julia asked jokingly, looking up at you and taking a sip of her vodka and orange juice mix.

You nodded with a smile, “Ah, the wife is great. The kids? Had to ship them to boarding school."

Julia couldn't help but laugh, “I mean, if they act anything like Kiki, you might have to.”

The mention of Erik, you, and children in the same conversation almost made you choke on your dr pepper. You turned completely red, but luckily for you Erik had finished the hot dogs. He came over carrying a whole tray. Handing them out one by one with tongs, he got yours and his last. Before he put yours on your plate, he hesitated.

“You know, you have to follow the rules to get fed.” He teased, setting one on his plate instead.

“Mmm… you don't pay the bills here.” You smiled up at him as you took one of the dogs from the tray. “I think I follow the rules enough.”

Erik’s face dropped, slouching back into the chair and placing the rest of the dogs in the middle of the table. He hadn't taken off his apron. On purpose, obviously. He wouldn't until he got that kiss, and he was getting it one way or another.

The whole family dug into their meals almost immediately. Before Erik could even get to his food, Bobby and Charlie were already grabbing for seconds. You couldn’t help but laugh. This was the type of family you had dreamed of. Nice house, nice backyard, happy kids (even if they weren't yours- maybe Bobby’s or Julia’s)

The sound of Erik taking your half finished plate woke you from your daydream. You looked up to see him still pouting, taking in his finished plate and yours.

“Oooh… I think he’s upset that you won’t kiss the cook.” Bobby snickered, smiling over at you.

You rolled your eyes, smiling back as you got up to follow him. “Erik, Erik!”

“Whaaaat?” he groaned back, more dramatically than ever. He put his plate in the trash and yours on the counter, guarding it with his body.

You stood in front of him, folding your arms across your chest. “Give me my plate.”

Erik shrugged, leaning one arm on the counter. “You didn’t follow the rules, soooo….” You could tell he was being silly. He had the half smirk on his face he would give you when he was messing around. However, he was not going to stand down from this.

You were hungry. You needed the food, so you gave in. On your tippy toes, you gave Erik a kiss on the forehead. “Better?”

He scoffed, taking his hands and putting him at your waist. “Show me a real kiss, please?”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, leaning in and giving him the deepest kiss you could physically give. He smiled into it, knowing he had won. Both of you refused to separate from each other's lips for a good few seconds.

Until Bobby came in through the screen door, a huge grin on his face. “Mom said she’s about to cut the brownies!”

Erik pulled away, looking over at Bobby, “Oo, brownies!”

He let go of you, taking your hand to leave out the door, with you grabbing your plate with your other hand.

#erik campbell #erik campbell x reader #final destination #final destination bloodlines #fanfic #richard harmon #x reader

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easybeezy · 2 days ago

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Edward Hart’s guide to getting the girl: how to get your rocks off without looking like a total geed.

Part two of six (ill edit it later...probably, let me know if you find any glaring issues)

go back to part one

Jin x MC

Step One: effort and a touch of selflessness

For a 400-year-old vampire Jin found Edward’s Hart insights into romance to be rather…disappointing.

“She thinks of you as a boss, but she doesn't not enjoy you bossing her around.”

Jin refilled his glass of whiskey as he observed the strange enigmatic vampire across from him. He looked so out of place. Not just because he was stretched out across Jin’s chaise lounge like an over fed tabby but in Frostheim as a whole.

Jin couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Edward Hart outside of the borders of Obscuary. He didn’t know if that said more about his own reclusive tendencies or the vampires.

“So, what?” he asked in between sips. “I should tell her what to do more?”

The vampire smiled at him as though he was a lab rat who’d just failed rather endearingly at running through a cardboard maze. It was infuriatingly condescending.

“If you want her to fall into the capable arms of another eligible ghoul, then yes. By all means continue to treat her like a servant.”

Jin clenched his jaw as he set down his glass, “I don’t treat her like a servant.”

Ed’s eyes shone as he sifted on the chaise longue and smirked, “then why does she refer to you as her jailer?”

Jin flinched back stunned. He thought of all the times you had come over to Frostheim, all the tasks he’d asked of you. You had never seemed bothered by them. You had always greeted him with that same devastating smile. To hear you thought of him as a jailer, well, it stung more than when the werewolf called him out for his behaviour.

Ed smiled as though he could see Jin’s realisation on his face. It was only then that he remembered that the vampire could in fact see his realisation. “Ugh,” he hissed bolting up out of his seat, “stay out of my head.”

The vampire pouted up at him like a scolded child. “I promise it’s only in the name of helping you win the affections of our dear honour student.”

Jin slammed his palms down on the coffee table between them. “Then fucking help me! You said you’d give me advice, but you just keep telling me I’m fucking it up.”

Ed didn’t even blink at the outburst just waited stone faced for Jin to finish yelling. Jin crossed his arms and huffed, feeling the angry slip away from him. He slumped back into the armchair and put his head in his hands. “I already know I’m fucking it up.”

He heard the vampire rustling and when he finally looked up Ed was sitting upright, Jin’s half empty glass in his hands. “She thinks you don’t care about her at all. A bit of light selflessness would go a long way to showing her that you do.”

“Light selflessness?”

Ed hummed, “I won't throw you in the deep end just yet, but have you ever thought of, oh, I don't know, inviting her over to just spend time with her?”

Jin scowled, spend time with her? what a joke.

Jin spent time with her all the time. On missions, when she was running around Frostheim with the two first years, when she stopped by. He sighed realising once again that the Obscuary captain might have a point. Maybe if he was more ...intentional with his feelings she might finally notice.

He poured himself a new glass and held it up. “So…invite her over? That’s your advice?”

Ed clinked his glass against Jin’s with a wink, “step one of many.”

“What joy.”

Ed didn’t flinch at Jin’s sarcastic response. Instead, he just tipped back the whiskey in one go, only to freeze, pull a sour face and spit the liquid back into the cup. Much to Jin’s disgust.

“You don’t have anything sweeter to drink, do you?” Ed spluttered, his voice sounding horse. “Perhaps something in the AB negative variety?”

You were once again in the back of Sho’s food truck putting together orders whilst Sho cooked, and Leo took the orders.

“Another bacon burger NPC.” Leo called out to you, not bothering to look up from his phone.

You turn away from packing the orders to raise an eyebrow at Leo who, without looking up, jerked his thumb towards a doe-eyed Hotarubi guy who was nervously holding out a handful of notes.

You scoffed sending Leo a scalding glare as you stepped around him to take the money. “You know, part of working the till involves actually working the till?”

You finished ringing the customer up and called out the order to Sho, who poked his head around the grill and gave you a thumbs up.

“But that would involve touching the money.” Leo said still typing away on his phone.

You rolled your eyes at him, “why’d you even come then?”

He responded by twisting his phone around to show you a picture of himself. His patented influencer smile on his face, posed in an apron at the till with a pair of tongs in his hands. It was posted to his wickhive with the caption just helping out my friends over at Highway to Home—come and say hi! You don’t even know when he had time to take the thing. Sho’s been busy cooking all morning and you certainly didn’t take it for him.

You scowled at him and shook your head disapprovingly. “You aren’t even wearing a hairnet in that photo.”

Leo just shrugged, “I look good though.”

“If you say so,” you snorted turning back around to continue packing the orders but before you can you hear the click of his phone camera go off.

“I certainly look better than you,” Leo laughed, “the hairnet really brings out your eyes.”

You simply scowled, more than used to his antics.

“Who should I send this one to?” He asked twisting around the phone to show you your own sweaty, tired and all together unflattering portrait. “Maybe that creep back in Obscuary you've been spending so much time with?”

You just shrugged at Leo having learned that the best way to deal with his teasing was through indifference. Besides Rui would never tease you and Ed would probably just say something vaguely flirtatious about how delicious your skin looked.

“Go head.” You hummed. “I think I look great.”

Leo’s smirk twitched in annoyance, and you almost smiled at the site but then he said, “Maybe I should send it to your friends in Frostheim.”

At first, you’re unbothered. Kaito and Luca were both far too nice to ever really tease you and Tohma might scoff or smirk, but he wasn’t the type to openly critique you. But then you remember Jin. Jin my skin is perfect even when in bed and sick Kamurai. He probably wouldn’t say something outright, but it wasn’t hard to image his disapprovingly raised eyebrow and even just the thought of it sent a chill down your spine.

For a moment you and Leo just stared at each other. Locked in a tense stand-off like two underdressed cowboys. You were the first to break, making a desperate lunge for his phone which he quickly tried to hide behind his back.

The commotion captured the attention of Sho who paused cooking to turn around and glare at the two of you. Upon seeing the brawl, Sho merely sighed. He was honestly used to you and Leo bickering but the way you were grabbing at each other, you practically having Leo in a headlock as Leo made a move to bite your arm.

Whilst he knew you wouldn’t actually hurt each other he wasn’t so sure that his food truck would survive so, mustering up his best disapproving glare, he tapped his tongs onto the metal bench trying to get your attention. When that didn’t work, he set down his tongs and let out an ear-splitting whistle with his fingers.

You and Leo both froze, spinning around to look at Sho.

“I don’t care if you murder each other but can you at least wait until there are no customers waiting?” he said picking up his tongs and nodding towards the serving window.

You both turned back to the serving window and once again froze because not only was there a customer but it was none other than Jin fucking Kamurai.

Leo slipped out of your headlock and immediately began laughing. You on the other hand remained frozen like a dear caught in dazzlingly blue headlights.

“I’ll leave this one to you boss,” Leo said clapping you on the shoulder, “since you have the hairnet and everything.”

You felt your cheeks burn bright red as you hastily stepped up to the window. Jin looked as he always did, composed, handsome and cold, his eyes flicking suspiciously from you to Leo.

“Hi,” you managed clearing your throat, “what are you doing down here?”

You couldn’t remember the last time you saw Jin outside of Frostheim and certainly you’d never seen him at Highway to Home before.

Jin narrowed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, “I was actually looking for you.”

“Oh,” you exclaimed immediately pulling out your phone to check your messages, “I didn’t hear my phone go off I’m sor—”

“No that’s—” Jin cut you off before he sighed, “I was walking by, and I thought I’d just…come see how you were?”

He seemed unnaturally awkward. For as long as you’d known Jin he’d been unapproachably perfect. Confident and always self-assured. You hadn’t ever understood the gossip about him being a recluse, at least until now.

Seeing him now, in front of Sho’s food truck he looked not just awkward but uncomfortable. His nerves were clear in the way he kept rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and looking over his shoulder.

So, the fact that he had come here, even with how clearly uncomfortable he was, just to see you was…touching. You felt rogue butterflies burst into flight in your stomach and now you were blushing for an entirely different reason.

“Oh!” you said straightening up, “I’m okay…I mean the last mission was”—you made a so-so gesture unsure how to articulate the horror of being locked in a prison with Leo.

He nodded thoughtfully. “That’s good, I’m glad it wasn’t…” he grimaced, “horrible.”

You just shrugged awkwardly.

“I was wondering if…are you busy later?”

You immediately went to say no that for once you weren’t but then you remembered the essay you still hadn’t done for Professor Nicolas’s class. “Not really, I have to finish this essay on anomalous DNA but other than that.”

“Well…why do you come to mine this afternoon? I can help you finish the essay and then…” he trailed off avoiding your eyeline.

“Really?” you asked both surprised by and thankful for the offer. “That would be…” you trailed off trying to articulate what you felt, the best you could come up with was, “helpful.”

Jin just nodded, “just message me when you want to come by.”

“Okay!’ you called out as he began making his way back to the main building, “thank you!”

You stood, still smiling to yourself as he waved and disappeared around the corner.

“What are you so happy about?” Leo asked flicking your shoulder as he strode up and jumped to sit on top of the counter.

You smiled smugly at Leo, “the Frostheim prince came to see me. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”

“Are you sure he came to see you?”

You turned to Leo, your smile falling away as you took in his devious expression.

“I’m just saying.” he said with an easy-going shrug but the look on his face was nothing but wicked. “All the other customers came because of my wickhive post.”

You rolled your eyes dismissively. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jin doesn’t follow you.”

Leo just smirked, “everyone follows me, NPC.”

Jin had never felt so on edge in the quiet of his own room. you had just messaged him, told him you’d be there at four, and he was both excited by and terrified of the prospect.

He wasn’t terrified of you just making an arse of himself. Which unfortunately was a common occurrence, at least in front of you.

He was pacing. Shifting from lounging casually on his couch to sitting at the large desk space. He tried to remember what little advice the Obscuary captain had given him.

“Just focus on helping her today. It’s about effort. You put in a lot of money but with your wealth that’s hardly effort…show her how much effort you are willing to put in.”

It was…fine advice. Jin didn’t really have the best examples of what constituted a healthy relationship. He knew better than to treat you like his dad treated his mum but compared to his dad Jin had been behaving as gentleman of the year. It wasn’t hard to be a better man than his dad but to be the kind of man that you deserved…that he had no idea how to do.

But…he wanted to try.

It was now 4:05. You were late but that wasn’t unheard of. You were often late. It was strangely something that didn’t bother him, at least, not when it came to you. Anyone else being late incensed him but with you he was always just relieved you came at all.

He sat back down onto the couch and stretched out trying to look cool and unbothered. It didn’t work.

You hadn’t been back into his room, at least not for any extended period of time, since you had bought him medicine and nursed him back to health. That had been the moment he realised that his silly little crush was more than just a crush.

Truly he had been blindsided by his feeling for you. He had spent so long locked away in his own room brooding angrily at the world he had forgotten that, on occasion, the world could actually be pleasant.

Maybe it was because you hadn’t known him before. Before his mother became il, before his stigma stopped working. You didn’t know him as the intimidating, proud, unshakeable captain of Frostheim and heir to Kamurai family. You didn’t see the before, so the after wasn’t so surprising.

You didn’t look at him with pity or mocking or smugness. Not like the rest of the vultures at Darkwick. That in and of itself had been enough for him to tolerate you but then you had to go ahead and be selfless and brave and heroic and…kind.

Your kindness was the biggest surprise. After everything you had endured in those first few days at Darkwick. Anyone else would’ve been in the midst of a volcanic level breakdown or at the very least furious. But not you. You hadn’t taken your anger out on any of the ghouls, or even the institute.

You had taken your very unfortunate circumstances and made the best of it. The very best.

That first mission, watching you with Riku and Sora, the care you had shown not just them but the other Frostheim ghouls too, it had put Jin to shame. You had been taken from your family, your life, told you only had a year to make it and were still the most helpful, kind, lovely person you could be.

Jin had never shown that much grace. After the clash, after his stigma failed and after his…mother, Jin had closed himself off from the world. He had decided that if it was his problem then it was all of theirs too. He blamed the world for his sadness and showed them only anger.

It was a farce of course. The anger, the isolation, had bought him no solace, he was no better off than when it had all first happened. You though…you glowed with your care for the world. You were strengthened through your kindness and surprise, surprise, that same kindness bought people to you.

Jin had been drowning for years wondering why no one was coming to his rescue but that was the thing people had tried he’d just pushed them away before they could really grab hold.

After that first mission he told himself he was just intrigued, it was nothing more than fascination but then you had bought him soup. It was pathetic really and if his sister had caught wind of it she’d make an asinine comment about mummy issues but it wasn’t so much that you had taken care of him—he was a grown man he is fine taking care of himself—it was that you had wanted to, even after he’d told you not to bother.

As the old man had said, it was about effort. So, with all the effort you put in, how could Jin not fall for you?

Jin let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to keep from checking his watch. That was the issue with Darkwick and with you. There was late for normal people—annoying but that was about it—and then there was late at Darkwick. Late for people who lived at Darkwick, interacted with dangerous ghouls all day, and had a habit for throwing themselves in front of metaphorical and sometimes literal bullets.

Thankfully though his downward spiral was halted when there came an entirely pointless knock at his door. Entirely pointless because before the last rap of your knuckles had even finished reverberating you were swinging the door open and waltzing in.

You somehow looked both more and less put together than when he had seen you earlier that day. You were no longer in an apron or hairnet, nor were you trying to choke out the Vagastrom vice-captain, but you still looked…tired.

He would’ve said worn out but somehow the dark eyebags and messy hair had no effect on your beauty. You were still glowing and when he—completely abandoning his cool façade—jumped up and took your heavy book bag you still hit him with your sunbeam smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” you sighed.

He opened his mouth to scold you but, remembering the advice of the vampire, he stopped himself and said, “its fine, I’m just glad you came.”

The truth tasted sour in his mouth but your look of shock and then that pleasant almost quelled smile made the confession worth it. Perhaps the old bat wasn’t entirely useless.

“I—um,” you seamed to steady yourself, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear before continuing, “I hope it’s alright, I bought Kaito” —Jin’s head snapped to the door where the second year Kaito Fuji was standing. Jin hadn’t even noticed him entering. Kaito was peering around wide eyed at Jin’s room as though he was seeing the inside of a spaceship when suddenly he looked forward and met Jin’s cold stare and then from behind him Jin noticed another figure— “he is struggling with the essay too and then I said Luca could come too because, well, he gets lonely without us.”

Jin zoned out, his eyes still focused on the second years. Luca was unphased, simply walked inside with a cheery wave.

“Hello captain,” he greeted holding aloft a plastic bag, “we bought snacks.”

Kaito on the other hand, remained frozen in the doorway, flinching back at Jin’s gaze and Jin simply sneered. You had bought another guy, another two guys. You had bought two guys into his room.

Was it because you didn’t want to be alone with him? Did you want to make it clear you only saw him as a friend…or worse?

Something more destructive than butterflies, wasps perhaps, swarmed to life in Jin’s stomach. He looked back to you and his face must’ve given something away because your smile dropped.

“Is—is that okay?”

Jin wanted to snap that no, it wasn’t okay. How could it be, okay? He wanted to spend time with you not those brats but when he turned to look at Kaito he was struck by something.

Kaito held his gaze and Jin realised with burgeoning anger what this was. It was no secret to anyone, not even to you, that the second year had somewhat of a crush and although he looked adequately intimidated now Jin could still see a shimmer of smugness in the shape of Kaito’s mouth.

Kaito had done this on purpose. He’d inserted himself and you, being far too kind—now something Jin was wondering might be a detriment—had allowed him to. He wanted to get between the two of you. And worse, it was working.

That much was clear when he turned and saw your unsure nervous expression. It was the same expression you had had the night in front of Clementia when the werewolf had scolded him.

Drawing a deep breath Jin reminded himself of the vampire’s advice. Effort and a touch of selflessness. Besides he’d much rather have you and the second-year brats here than not have you at all.

So, forcing himself to not shoot Kaito a smug grin, Jin nodded at you and smiled. “Of course. The more the merrier.”

As it turned out the second years weren’t much of an issue. Kaito was decidedly more behind on the essay than you were and far more prone to procrastination. Even better though was that Luca had decided it was his personal mission to keep Kaito on track. So, after you had already finished your essay Jin basically had you to himself.

Sure, they were still in the room and every now and then Kaito would try to butt into the conversation and Luca would shut him down, but it was worth it to see Kaito’s increasingly jealous face as you focused on Jin.

“And then Subaru showed up with Bonnie and…” you tossed another gummy worm into your mouth as you spoke, “it was strange I think there might be something going on between Sho and him.”

“Sho and the Hotarubi captain?” Kaito scoffed, “no way, do you really—”

“Kaito,” Luca cut him off with a warning glare. He tapped Kaito’s unfinished essay, and the second year scowled before reluctantly returning to his work.

“Why’d you think that?” Jin asked not quite as dubious as Kaito. He, after all, had never properly met this Sho and he hadn’t spoken to the Hotarubi captain in years.

You smiled conspiratorially but not unkindly, in fact there was a warmth to your voice when you explained, “I’m not really sure. Leo was all jealous and whilst that doesn’t mean much, Subaru and Sho…they just seamed close, and I think they would be good for each other.”

Jin nodded thoughtfully. It was clear from how you spoke about the other ghouls that you cared for them all deeply, and in their own ways. Jin might’ve been jealous but there was nothing romantic in your voice as you spoke, just warmth, clear and honest. He found himself impressed by how openly you wore your heart. If yours was on your sleeve he imagined his was buried somewhere deep down inside of his stomach.

“You care about them, don’t you?”

“Of course,” she said unflinching, “they’re important to me…just like you.”

It was like a bolt of lightning directly to his chest. For a moment, there was no Kaito or Luca, or even Darkwick, just your heartbreakingly warm gaze and him.

But then you said, “and Kaito and Luca. And, well, all of the ghouls really.” And the illusion was shattered.

Of course, you hadn’t been confession to him. He was foolish for thinking as such. You just care for all of them, why would he be any different.

He pushed down the bitterness he was feeling and looked down to the table, “even the one who you were trying to murder in the food truck earlier?”

“Oh, Leo?”

He looked back up to you and nodded and you smiled as though recalling a joke, “Leo is…he’s a brat, but yes. He’s still important.”

He supposed he should’ve guessed that. You seemed to have an unlimited amount of care to give. Which was something he found both endlessly endearing and irritating. A confusing mix to be sure.

For a moment he just smiles fondly at you but then you duck your head, a blush coating your cheeks as you avoid his eye.

“Jin?” you say somewhat shyly, “do you follow Leo on wickhive?”

Of all the things he imagined you might ask, that didn’t even cross his mind.

Why did you care if he followed a random ghoul? Was there something you didn’t want him to, see? But then other worries rose to the surface. Because even if he knew your reasoning Jin wouldn’t know how to respond.

“Doesn’t everybody?” Kaito asked earning another glare from Luca.

Jin grimaced because no, not everyone did. He for one didn’t but he didn’t follow anyone else either.

It was too embarrassing to admit to anyone let alone you and the two brats but after his mother, after the paintings announced her untimely death to the whole of Darkwick, he deleted the app entirely. He couldn’t face the comments, the speculation, the rumours.

But how could he admit any of that without looking strange. What if you bought it up because you wanted to follow him? Would you be offended to find out he didn’t follow you? Jin realised with a start then that if you asked, he’d redownload the stupid app in a heartbeat. If it made you happy, he’d do almost anything. It was a frighteningly honest thought.

“I actually…I don’t have it at all,” he finally admitted around the lump in his throat.

Strangely instead of looking at him confused, much like Kaito was doing, you just smiled. Not to him. You were still looking away your face down at the table. You just smiled to yourself. It made him even more confused. Why had you asked and why were you seemingly pleasantly surprised with his answer.

Jin sighed, where was a mind reading vampire when you needed him.

Before he could ask any follow up questions though you were standing and walking around his room. with a quick glance to the two second years Jin stood too following you as you stood and looked out of one of the large windows.

“I’ve never seen your room with these open before.” You mused brushing your hand over the thick dark blue curtains.

Jin shrugged putting his hands in his pockets, “Tohma kept telling me I’d get a vitamin D deficiency.”

You smiled like you really wanted to laugh and then nodded, “you should listen to Tohma more often. The room looks good with some light.”

He looked out the window too, down to the view of the campus below. It was a dreary day, and the cold and bad weather had sent most of the students inside but even, so it was beautiful.

“Do you play?” you asked pointing towards the untouched grand piano that sat in the corner of the room.

“I used to,” he admitted as they made their way over.

“Used to?”

He drew in a breath and ran his hand over the lid, “it was my mother’s, I haven’t had much desire to play recently.”

There was a flicker of an unplaceable emotion on your face but just as quickly as it came it was gone. Replaced with a grin as you took a seat at the bench and patted the space beside you.

He joined you and tried not to notice how the small bench seat forced you practically into his lap.

“Did she play?”

He smiled at you warmly. He liked that you never skirted around the subject of his mother. Everyone else did and he supposed they were trying to be kind. Trying not to reopen old wounds. The truth was though; he loved talking about his mother. For a long time, she was the best person he knew, and he wanted people to know that.

“No.” Jin said shaking his head fondly. “She just liked the romance of it.”

You tilted your head questioningly and he laughed remembering his mother’s struggle to learn. “It’s one of the only instruments that sounds better when two people play it together. My mother thought it was the most romantic thing in the world.” He slowly the lifted the lid and began playing a slow almost lazy tune. “She taught herself to play when I was about eight, but my father would never play with her. Even though he knew how.”

You gaped at him incensed and he nodded in agreement. “So, she never got to…” you trailed off as sadness crested over your brow.

“I played with her.” He explained. “I know it wasn’t what she imagined but I think she enjoyed teaching me.”

You placed your hand over his and his hands tense up, frozen against the keys. “I’m sure she loved it. Better than what she imagined.”

He just smiled at you somewhat sadly. He loved talking about his mother, but he hated talking about his father and all the things he did wrong so instead he moved on to something lighter, “I always imagined playing with my wife when I was older. Fulfilling my mother’s wish.”

“What if your wife can’t play?”

Jin shrugged easily, “then I’ll teach her.”

You smirked up at him, “What even if after your expert teaching, she’s horrible?”

“That’s fine.” He said easily. “I’m good enough for the both of us.”

You were lying in bed once again unable to sleep. Although unlike previous nights where it had been a possessed doll, or nightmares of faceless men and reanimated corpses keeping you awake. It was something far more pleasant but far more baffling.

Your afternoon with Jin had left you feeling…unmoored.

You were used to Jin’s somewhat harsh nature. You were used to him being demanding, dismissive and cold. It sounded so harsh when you thought about it like that but that’s what he had been like. The issue was that in between those moments there was beats of care, kindness and sometimes even affection.

Sending you a boat unprompted, buying you dresses, dancing with you at the ball, worrying about you down in Vagastrom. Those were the moments that confused you. That left you wondering if there was more to his cold unflinching exterior.

But all of those moments had been nothing compared to today.

He hadn’t done anything as grand as send you a boat or as romantic as dance with you, but he had been…different. He had helped you. He had spoken openly about his mother. He had smiled at you. And, perhaps most shocking, he had left his room to come find you at Sho’s food truck.

You smiled somewhat smugly recalling Leo’s teasing smile earlier that day. You had almost messaged him to rub the fact that Jin didn’t follow him in his face, but you had though better of it. Still remembering that horrible picture he had of you.

A buzz from under your pillow has you digging out your phone. You expected it to be a message from Rui or perhaps Ren. Both of whom didn’t sleep nearly as much as they should and often forgot that you did. But instead of a message there was a single notification from wickhive.

Jin_K has followed you.

Without thinking you scrambled to unlock your phone and open the app. Half confused and half elated you sat up in bed and checked the notification for yourself. Surely there must’ve been a mistake. Jin had told you just that afternoon that he didn’t have the app, why would he lie?

You click on his profile and if it weren’t for the profile picture of him, sitting at the piano in his room in the same clothes he had been in earlier, you would’ve thought the account was a fake. It was a private account. He had no followers, no posts, and no bio. There was only one detail on the page, under following only one was listed.

You clicked on it and practically threw your phone across the room in shock when you saw your own name across the screen. He hadn’t lied about not having wickhive but that meant he had just gotten it today. Why? Was it because you asked? A small part of you filled with hope and you quickly tried to tamper it as you collected your phone.

But when you saw the still open page again, you couldn’t help but smile, as whatever his reasoning it was clear Jin had gotten wickhive for you.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x mc #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker haku #tokyo debunker x pc #jin kamurai #jin kamurai x reader #jin kamurai x mc

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devswritingcornerorsmth · 2 days ago

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Headcanons for Mitchell Linn and Stefan*Underrated Dateable* who are dating a Reader who a baker who often stress bakes dozen pastries and desserts to point of overstuffing pantry cabinets and fridge

stefan my BELOVED i would kill for mr cluckles rip freddy and cabrizzio tho

Stefan

= Stefan was never much for baking, but did enjoy it every now and then. He doesn't mind it at first when you first start to bake, ending up with a dozen pasties or so. And then the next day, and the next, then he realizes there's a problem.

= He knows you love baking, and it's your job, but there's this nagging feeling inside of him that something is wrong. Even this is too much for him.

= Cabrizzo ends up complaining to Daisuke, who now barely has enough room to even breathe due to all the tupperware being filled with sweets, bread, and other things like that. Freddy has had to "secretly" throw some of the sweets away after sitting for too long and going bad. They all go to Stefan since he's the one technically helping you make all the sweets. He, with some annoyance and encouragement from Mr. Cluckles, agrees to help.

= Stefan wants to give you the benefit of the doubt, telling himself you're just doing what you love, but clearly this is for your own state of mind instead of putting the pastries in your bakery, or bringing them to friends and family, you wrap them up and put them away for later.

= Stefan confronts you as calmly as he can next time you go to bake, asking if everything was alright and why you were baking so much, with the helpful supervision of Mr Cluckles. He understands how calming it can be to focus on doing something you love, hell, he's a chef and cooks to see people smile.

= If someone is causing you to do this, like a bully or rude relative, he takes a moment, looks to Mr Cluckles, looks back to you, and says that the person is lucky he's a stove rooted in place.

= If you tell him it's no big deal, he gets a little ticked off but quickly calms down. Stefan won't force anything out of you if you don't want to tell him, but he still tells you that he's worried... and won't turn on until you tell him. He quickly takes that back when he sees your face fall, trying to play it off as a joke. Stefan cups your cheeks and tells you that he's here for you when you're ready.

= When you do tell Stefan what's going on, he stays silent and listens while cooking your comfort food. Baking helps you focus, helps you get away, comforts you, etc. He understands all of that since he is a chef, but this is a little much, even for him. Freddy and Cabrizzio are worried about the pasties going bad and making you sick if you do try to eat them, and Stefan is worried for you in general.

= He tries to convince you to try and find another way to alleviate your stress. He suggested asking other objects for things to do or to hang out with a friend (or multiple) to get your mind off things. Stefan doesn't want you to give up baking altogether if it's your ultimate relaxer, but maybe take a small break to get your chicks in a row. And hey, he can always give you cooking lessons instead!

Mitchell Linn

= Mitchell only notices when Cabrizzo and Freddy start complaining about being overstuffed and uncomfortable. Also, the fact that he barely has any breathing room anymore. He's noticed you around Stefan a lot more and figured you were planning on moving your bakery here for him to review, or starting one! Mitchell quickly learns that's not the case when he sees Freddy throw out a few week-old pastries.

= He's quick to ask you about it, asking if everything was alright and why you were baking so much. He won't mind if you don't tell him right away, but he'll be worried about you and wonder what he could do to help.

= Mitchell tries to help you relax in his own way, taking you out to the few restaurants in the house to just relax, calm down, and talk. He doesn't jump to your stress baking just yet, listening to you talk about everything and anything until he places his hand over yours, unless you don't like physical touch, and clears his throat.

= He tells you that he knows you've been stress baking and that something is clearly stressing you out to the point you make so much so often. Mitchell has heard about stress baking and why people do it, but he wants to know why you're doing it. He won't force you to say anything or tell him, but it's clear he's expecting an answer and an honest one.

= If it's someone in your personal life bothering you, he advises you to try and limit contact with them or cut them out entirely. If/When he's Realized, he writes a horrible review of that person even if they're not a food critic out of spite.

= If it's personal things like mental health or something close to that, he offers to be a shoulder to lean on if you need it.

= Mitchell then offers to help you start a bakery here at the house for all the objects, so none of the sweets go to waste! He helps you go over a location, menu, style, etc. Even if he finds some things tacky, he keeps them to himself, just wanting to see you happy.

= The both of you are surprised when the bakery becomes a hit, objects coming in and out almost every day to try some of your baking. Even Rebel showed up and proceeded to steal a dozen or so sweets from you. Talking to them later, they admit to actually liking it... before calling you a few choice words and running off, embarrassed.

= Mitchell is happy that you're using your talents for good instead of stuffing them away to either be thrown out later or eaten by yourself. All the rest of the objects and Dateables are happy too.

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stefan is underated and i love him and Mr cluckles his realized form was a jumpscare tho-

#devv's writings #date everything #date everything game #date everything x reader #date everything stefan #stefan date everything #date everything stefan x reader #stefan date everything x reader #mitchell linn #date everything mitchell #mitchell linn x reader #date everything mitchell x reader

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crusty-chronicles · 6 hours ago

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You Have to Treat a Car How You Treat A Woman

Synopsis: A pathetic virgin law oneshot where he's an absolute mess trying to flirt with women. The catch? You feed off it and encourage his catastrophic blunders.

Trafalgar Law was undeniably pathetic and awkward around women. He couldn't flirt for the life of him, choosing instead to bury himself in work. The result is having absolutely zero dating experience. He's so touch starved he doesn't know whether to run away or lean into physical affection.

But then you practically bulldoze your way into his life, unfazed by his distant and dismissive behavior. You follow him around throughout his alliance with Strawhat. And like the hopeless fool he was, he begins to yearn for your presence.

It's constant and warm. He seeks you out when he can't sleep. Being stuck with you in his quarters when you were sick didn't help his case. He starts to notice all your little quirks. The way your eye twitches when you're frustrated, or how you take a lap around the deck when you're excited. The subtle way you lean towards him when you're tired. The smile you get when you're planning something mischievous.

All of it has him falling a little deeper every time.

It's a complete shock to his system when you seem to return his ‘advances’. Or much to the terror of those around to witness it, his poor excuse of an attempt to flirt. There's no tact in his pursuit of your affection. Often times saying or doing things that would have given anyone pause to process what was happening.

“Would you mind if I ripped off all your clothes with my teeth?”

It doesn't come out seductive like he wanted. No teasing smirk or flirtatious lead up when he blurts it out. His expression is deadpan and his tone is flat. Save for the red spreading to his ears, his face is unreadable.

His crew shrieks in horror and second hand embarrassment from afar. Hands over their mouths in shock and shaking their heads in disbelief. So sure that Law managed to scare you off. Even a few members of the Strawhats stopped to gape at the situation.

But you're a little freak. You lean towards him with a lovesick grin that spells out danger.

“God I'd be honored.”

More chaos erupts on deck, with Sanji screeching out “IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!!!” You don't react with repulsion or disgust. You didn't even hesitate. And Law can't believe how unaffected you were by his lackluster delivery.

He doesn't know why he expected any different. You'd most likely heard worse from the cook and musician on the Sunny. But that's besides the point because leading up to the incident, you'd started treating him differently. Sweeter. It's what makes him a little less skeptical of your response.

You like talking to him while you work on projects for the crew. Letting him spout medical jargon as you fiddle with new cannon blasters. Then there's the fact you'd make him replicas of whatever caught your eye from a Sora comic. Displaying it proudly and asking him if there were any inaccuracies. (They were always perfect.)

You've been showing blatant interest in him.

He just hadn't been picking up on it.

His favorite way of flirting is taking out your organs and showing them to you. Something that should highly be considered a red flag and absolutely insane to anyone unfamiliar with his devil fruit. But his brain is wired different. The human body is fascinating.

Why wouldn't you wanna see how your most vital parts work? How, when he removes your heart, it beats a certain rhythm against the room it's contained in. Or watch the way your lungs inflate with each breath and deflate with each exhale.

Most people expect their partners to give out sweet compliments. “Your eyes are pretty.” “I love your smile.” “Your laugh is like music to my ears.”

Law's are always almost borderline deranged.

Bepo walks in once to see your liver laying flat on the table. A prideful smile on Law's face as you look on in fascination.

“It's surprisingly healthy for a pirate considering how much you drink,” he praises.

And you take the compliment???

In fact, you go a step further and encourage it. Making him take out his own heart to compare it with yours. Asking him if it beats only for you. You poke and prod at your lungs. Joking about how Sanji's must be blackened and shriveled up.

Law took your brain out once. Surely this isn't normal. Surely you're a little off put by his display of affection. This has got to be at least ten red flags combined. But you aren't the slightest but fazed. Looking utterly enamored by him as he holds the very pinnacle of your being with reverence.

“Your brain is the most beautiful part about you.” He said softly.

He adores the interesting ways your mind works. How you're so open and trusting with him. How you take his inexperience with stride and let him learn with you. And of course, the way you match his crazy with your own.

“I wanna see yours,” you ask.

He's smitten.

There are times Law gets insecure. He doesn't know what he could possibly offer you besides his appearance. Everything he could give you, you already had on Strawhat's ship. He's seen the way you interact with the other members of your crew. The way you laugh unabashedly at their antics and take on a more relaxed state.

He knows his personality wasn't the best, often standoffish and cold. He's also busy most of the time you're around, so sure you feel neglected by him. It's hard to believe you actually wanted him.

But when he starts geeking out over Sanji in his Stealth Black costume, the words slip past your lips.

“I kinda wanna have your babies.”

You were so in love with how excited he was to see something from his comics come to life. The awe in his expression watching Sanji fight. His fanboying endeared him greatly to your heart. A swell of affection coursing through your entire being.

Law’s face immediately flushed and he has to do a double take.

“I- What!?!”

And your poor crewmates who'd unfortunately been forced to hear you, don't let you get away with it.

“That's SUPER freaky, bro.” Franky comments while Sanji is once again shrieking in the background.

It's not as raunchy as straight up saying you want him intimately. It's still up there, make no mistake, but there's a note of sweetness to it that has Law’s heart racing. You found his nerdiness endearing enough to want kids with him. You love every side of him. Even his most embarrassing.

In a rare moment of privacy, you found yourself in his cabin. Basking in each other's presence after such a taxing day. It's sudden, the way you grab his hand as he's listing off what he still has to do. You bring it close to your lips, kissing over the inked lettering on his knuckles.

It's a foreign feeling, having spent most of his childhood devoid of touch. Especially not as reverent and soft as yours. It's soothing. And when you look up at him with a sweet expression, he freezes.

“You should've got 'love' tattooed instead,” you coo out before reaching to press kisses against his other hand.

“Because that's what you deserve.”

He's freaking out internally, once again blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Love’s four letters not five.”

He feels like the biggest dumbass in the world. You're trying to be romantic and he ruined it. Unintentionally pushing the affection he craves away. It feels like he's always messing up when it comes to you. But then you laugh. Not mockingly, but teasingly.

“How about adore?” You question, lips trailing up his arm. Skimming over the inked pattern. His body feels like it's on fire. Searing with warmth everywhere you place kisses. His heart beats in overdrive and his head is nothing but mush.

“That works,” he breathes out.

He can't help but dwell on your loving onslaught. Kissing him on his face he was expecting. Everywhere else? Not so much. Tracing his tattoos tenderly with your lips. Maybe you're the weird one. It's not like he hated the sensation, quite the opposite in fact. He's just not used to this. So he asks his crew the next day.

“Is it normal for your partner to kiss you in places besides your face?”

The usual suspects burst into laughter. Taking the opportunity to rag on their captain because what kind of question is that?

“Waiter! Waiter! My steak is too juicy and my lobster is too buttery!” Penguin teases.

“My partner loves me, should I be concerned?” Shachi adds on.

Law pulls his hat further down his face in embarrassment and walks off.

It's not his fault love is so foreign. How was he supposed to navigate what he'd never experienced before? By now, he's accepted he's pathetic for you. Knowing he's committing blunder after blunder, only for you to encourage it with your own brand of hectic.

You’re definitely the one for him.

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An: I'm a fiend for this man and I saw that one weird Al interview which inspired this semi crack fic and spawned it into existence.

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader #pathetic law #law one piece #law x y/n

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berry-berri · 2 days ago

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Poly relationship with Sylus and Zayne

‼️Mature content: Minors DNI‼️

Poly relationship with Sylus and Zayne

Contents: oral, three way action, smidgen of dirty talk, masturbation, there is fluff and cuteness but it's mostly delicious smut

Just a lil note 😁: I enjoyed writing this. A lot. I'm thinking about doing a part two to this, so if you enjoy reading this and that's what you want, just let me know! Happy reading!

Word count: 4,789 (I know it's long I'm sorry 😅) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The soft pitter patter of rain fills the quiet, creating a comfortable, cozy atmosphere. Sylus was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner, moving around the kitchen, mixing and tasting things. Zayne was sitting quietly on the couch beside you reading a book, looking like his usual calm and poised self, the soft light from the lamp illuminating his sharp features. You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, laying on the couch and watching a movie, but making sure to keep the volume down so that Zayne could read peacefully. It had been a while since you all spent time together. Zayne was busy being a life-saving heart surgeon, you being busy with your missions and meetings with the Hunter’s Association, and Sylus with his negotiations and making sure to keep the N109 zone in check. It was safe to say that you all missed each other dearly. Finally, and unexpectedly, everyone had some time off and time to spend together. It was perfect, and instead of Sylus leaving the N109 zone to come see you and Zayne in Linkon, you both decided to go visit Sylus for once.

It had been a while since you and Zayne had been to the N109 zone, so you both figured why not visit him this time. He was very pleased with this and had welcomed you both with a hug and a kiss, showering you both in affection like he always did. He’s the most affectionate between the three of you, always speaking beautiful words and giving sweet gestures like grabbing your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles, or giving Zayne forehead kisses. He also loved teasing the hell outta you two, making snide remarks about your height and always comparing you to a kitten, flirting with Zayne just to make him all flustered and red in the face, which was always fun to watch . It was all in good fun though and he would never say anything to actually hurt either of you; he loved you both dearly. Zayne showed his affection by asking if either of you needed anything or offering advice when you two needed it. He would fuss over you two if one of you ever got hurt, and due to the nature of both your jobs, he fussed quite often.

You all had spent most of the day talking and catching up on missed hugs and kisses, and making each other laugh too. Zayne has always been unintentionally funny with his dry humor so he made you and Sylus laugh often; it was one of the things you and Sylus loved about him. You all got along quite well and took care of each other well too. You loved when you were able to spend time with them. You guys often communicated over text, but it wasn’t the same as being in each other’s presence. It felt good to love on one another after spending some time apart being busy with your own things; it had been a long two weeks.

You lift your head to look over at Zayne as he flips a page and adjusts his glasses. He takes a deep breath, leaning his head against his hand. You press your foot against his thigh and without turning away from his book he grabs it, massaging it through the blanket. You look over at Sylus, focused yet relaxed as he continues to move around the kitchen humming quietly to himself. The atmosphere feels warm and domestic, and you can’t help but smile softly as you look at your boys who you love more than anything in the world.

“Dinner is ready,” Sylus calls out from the kitchen. Both of you turn your attention towards Sylus, Zayne setting his book down on the coffee table. He pushes up from the couch and you sling the blanket off of you, following closely behind Zayne to the dining table. You all take your seats in your respective spots as Sylus sets your plates down in front of both of you.”

“Wow, steak, mashed potatoes and broccoli; you’re really spoiling us tonight, aren’t you,” You say, your stomach growling as you look at the juices sitting on top of the steak. Sylus smirks, lightly shrugging his shoulders.

“I was in the mood for something juicy and filling, and I figured you two wouldn’t mind a nice steak.”

“This looks good. You really outdid yourself this time,” Zayne says, smiling softly at Sylus. Sylus nods in response, returning his soft smile.

“Of course. Only the best for you two. Eat up.”

You grab your knife and fork, eager to cut into your steak. Out of the corner of your eye you see Zayne looking closely at his plate before looking back up at Sylus, a slight displeased look on his face. You look up from your plate at Zayne, then over at Sylus who casually takes a sip of his wine. Your eyes flicker between the two of them, trying to figure out what the problem is. You look down at Zayne’s plate, trying to see what could be wrong with his food. Then, you see a bit of orange peeking out from under the broccoli and you snicker. Ah, the dreaded carrots, Zayne’s least favorite food, the devil’s vegetable as you and Sylus call it just to tease him. It doesn’t matter what the food is, if there’s carrots involved he won’t eat it.

“You did this on purpose,” Zayne says, narrowing his eyes slightly at Sylus.

“What’re you referring to,” Sylus asks casually, a hint of amusement in his tone, his eyes glimmering with mischeif along with his signature smirk to match. Zayne turns his plate towards Sylus, revealing to him the small bed of shredded carrots that was hidden beneath the broccoli. Sylus chuckles heartily as he looks down at the forbidden vegetable.

“Oh, who could’ve put that there? Must’ve been a mistake made by the chef. I guess I’ll have to fire him now,” Sylus teases, his voice dripping with amusement. Zayne huffs out a chuckle, shaking his head at Sylus’s antics.

“Yeah, I guess we will. The steak looks a little burnt too and the broccoli is mushy. Seems like the chef is an incompetent cook that cheated his way through cooking school,” Zayne rebuttals, a slight smirk on his face. You giggle softly, taking a bite of your steak as you watch the exchange between the two men.

“Don’t you think the steak tastes a little burnt, Miss Hunter,” he teases, looking over at you. You clear your throat, getting ready to play your part in the bit.

“Yes, it does. It’s very burnt and it’s so tough my jaw is tired from trying to chew it. The mashed potatoes are lumpy too. The chef did a horrible job,” you exaggerate.

Sylus’s eyes dart down to his plate almost like he’s trying to check the food to confirm our words, but he remains unfazed by Zayne’s words, his smirk not faltering even a little. He’s so fake, you think to yourself.

“Haha, very funny, you two,” Sylus says. You and Zayne chuckle, and you take another bite of the juicy steak that has been cooked to perfection. Sylus is a surprisingly good cook, and Zayne is surprisingly mediocre at it. Kind of unexpected, but you think it’s hilarious. Zayne scoops the carrots onto your plate and continues eating, Sylus chuckling as he does so. He finds it so amusing that Zayne hates carrots so much and loves to tease him about it; this isn’t the first time he’s hidden carrots in his food. He even had a carrot cake delivered to his place once for Zayne’s birthday. He saw a chance this time and just couldn’t help himself.

After chatting and filling your bellies you all lean back in your chairs, feeling satisfied now. You rub your stomach in circles, setting your silverware down onto your plate.

“That was delicious. I’m so full,” you say.

“Thank you for cooking for us. That was very filling,” Zayne says politely, reaching across the table and grabbing Sylus’s hand, affectionately running his thumb over his knuckles. Sylus squeezes his hand back, his gaze soft.

“Of course,” he responds affectionately. You smile at the scene and get up from the table, kissing Sylus on his forehead.

“Thank you,” you say softly before reaching for the empty plates on the table to put them in the sink. Sylus tilts his head back a little, his eyes looking down at your lips. You smile, knowing exactly what he’s asking for. You lean down and place a sweet kiss to his lips, genty running your hand down the back of his head. You lean back, looking into his soft, affectionate eyes, and place another kiss to his nose before straightening up, your hand sliding down his neck. You grab the empty plates and take them to the kitchen, gently setting them in the sink. Zayne comes up behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

“Go relax on the couch with Sylus. I can take it from here.”

You respond with a simple okay and he kisses your cheek, taking your place at the sink as you scurry off into the living room. Sylus is sitting on the couch, his arm draped around the back of it. You lay down in his lap and he wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your temple. Your eyes close as you relish in the feeling of being in his arms, so warm and secure. His scent fills your nostrils as you take a deep, content breath.

“Feeling tired already, kitten,” he asks. Past you would’ve cringed at the pet name, but you’ve gotten so used to him calling you that, and it somehow doesn’t sound cringy coming out of his mouth. You shake your head, still keeping your eyes closed. “No, I’m wide awake. Just comfortable.” You feel the gentle touch of his fingertips lightly grazing your cheek and nudge into his touch. Sylus chuckles lightly as he watches you and strokes your cheek with the back of his index finger.

“I think I’ve called you kitten so much that you’ve turned into one.”

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You’re laying in my lap nuzzling into my touch and you’re practically purring. It’s cute.”

You huff out a chuckle. “If I were a cat, what type of cat would I be?”

“You’re playful, intelligent, affectionate, mischievous, you’re constantly moving around and you have a small stature…”

“Hey!”

He chuckles at your reaction and pokes your nose. “Just stating the obvious, sweetie. But I think you’d be a munchkin cat. They’re cuddly and very cute too.”

“How do you know so much about cats?”

“I’ve nursed a fair share of kittens back to health. Siamese, british shorthairs, russian blues, bengals, the list is endless.”

“Hm…what a gentle giant you are.” You open your eyes and playfully poke his cheek. He smiles down at you and grabs your hand, wrapping his hand gently around yours, kissing each of your fingertips.

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All three of you are currently on the couch watching a movie, your head in Zayne’s lap and Zayne’s head leaned against Sylus’s. The rain has started to come down heavier with thunder clapping through the sky, adding to the warmth and coziness of the atmosphere. Zayne gently strokes the side of your face, his touch making your eyes flutter. You’re starting to feel a little sleepy now, but you try your best to fight it. You want to spend more time with them and wish to not be interrupted by your need for sleep.

“May I have some hot chocolate,” you hear Zayne whisper to Sylus quietly. Hot chocolate does sound nice, but it’ll only make you even sleepier and you don’t want that.

“Sure.”

Sylus gets up from the couch and returns a few minutes later with a steaming cup of hot chocolate with jumbo marshmallows. He leans down, placing a gentle kiss to Zayne’s forehead, his eyes fluttering closed at the contact. Sylus takes his spot back next him, watching Zayne as he sips his hot chocolate with a satisfied, content look on his face. You doze off for a moment but your eyes shoot open, and you shift around in an attempt to wake yourself up. A moment later you hear the sounds of kissing coming from Zayne and Sylus, and it’s not just a peck. You turn around to see them passionately making out, Sylus’s hand buried in Zayne’s hair, their lips moving in perfect sync with each other, like they’d done this a thousand times. They probably think you’re still sleeping.

“Your lips taste like chocolate,” Sylus whispers breathlessly against his lips. No, you’re not tired anymore, definitely not tired. Watching them kiss was the hottest thing in the world. Their kissing styles were similar, hungry and passionate, like they wanted to devour each other. There was always a certain intensity they had that left you breathless and throbbing every time, whether you were being kissed by them or watching them kiss, and this time was no different. You sit up and fling the blanket off you, your heart starting to race and your body feeling hot. They pause and look at you, their breathing heavy and faces flushed. Sylus is wearing his signature smirk, and you can see the heat emanating from his ruby eyes. Zayne’s eyes are low and hazy, looking you up and down, beckoning for you to join them. The sight of both men staring hungrily at you makes the throbbing between your legs pick up more, almost painfully.

“Join us, kitten,” Sylus says, his smooth, velvety voice rough with arousal. You don’t even hesitate and scoot closer to them, running your hand across Zayne’s chest, placing a soft kiss to his shoulder. His eyes close as his lips connect with Sylus’s once more, their tongues pushing into each other’s mouths and tangling together. Your hand slides under his shirt and over his chest and stomach, feeling the rippling muscle underneath your hand. Zayne sighs and breaks the kiss, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths. Sylus attaches his lips to his neck, licking and leaving open mouthed kisses across his skin. Zayne moans softly and you attach your lips to his, moving them against his hungrily and passionately. He returns the kiss with the same passion and hunger, your breaths mingling together. You shove his shirt up over his chest and run your hand down his body until it reaches his crotch only to discover that Sylus has already beat you to it, his large hand already shoved into Zayne’s sweatpants. You feel Zayne’s lips go slack against yours as Sylus palms his hardened dick, his fast breaths fanning over your lips. You decide to join Sylus and your hand disappears into Zayne’s sweatpants as well, grabbing his balls and fondling them gently between your fingers, making him whimper and causing his breath to hitch. Your lips connect with his again, tilting your head more so your tongue can explore his mouth fully, swallowing up his moans. You kissing him, Sylus’s lips on his neck, and both your hand and Sylus’s in his pants is making his head swim. Sylus feels Zayne twitch under his hand and he groans deeply, the feeling making his own dick twitch and throb. Sylus moves away from his neck and he slides off the couch onto the floor, kneeling in front of Zayne. He grabs the hem of his sweatpants and starts pulling them down, Zayne lifting his hips to help him. His dick springs free and slaps against his stomach, releasing a sigh of relief as he’s freed from the constriction of his pants. A bead of precum runs down his shaft and Sylus moans at the sight, staring at it with hunger and intensity. You shift around, needing some release from the throbbing, you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be touched and filled. You open your legs and shove your hand in your shorts, and slide your fingers in between your folds, feeling your wetness coat your fingers as you slide them over your swollen, throbbing clit. Sylus’s eyes dart over to you, watching you touch yourself, and he almost loses it at that moment. Seeing his two favorite people in the world, leaking and hungry makes his hardened dick twitch again and his need increase tenfold. He groans and wraps his slender fingers around Zayne’s dick, feeling him twitch in his hand. He slowly strokes him, spreading his precum around to make it nice and wet. Both of you watch as his eyes flutter closed and his mouth hang open in an ‘O’ shape, already getting lost in the pleasure, moan and quiet whimpers flowing from his lips. You apply more pressure to your sensitive clit and rub it in tight circles, moaning softly and breathing heavily as you watch the scene before you. Sylus leans down and lets a string of saliva flow from his mouth and land onto Zayne’s red and sensitive tip, stroking him at a more steady pace and spreading his saliva around to make it extra slippery. You and Zayne moan at the sight and the pleasure increases for the both of you, Zayne’s hips jerking into Sylus’s hand and your clit twitching against your fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” Zayne whispers, his breath shaky and eyebrows knitted together in pleasure.

Sylus looks up at Zayne with those heated eyes and smirks at him.

“Feel good,” he asks, his voice deep and rough with arousal.

Zayne whimpers as he watches him stroke his dick, his wrist twisting in a way that makes his eyes flutter.

“Yeah,” Zayne responds, his voice soft and desperate.

“You want it? You want me to devour you, hm,” Sylus asks, stroking him faster, running his thumb across the underside of his dick, making his hips jerk and his eyes roll back in his skull. All Zayne can do is moan in response.

“Use your words, Zayne,” you murmur into his ear, Sylus not letting up on his movements. You’re getting close to coming by just watching them and you have to force your hand to slow down. You don’t want to come, not yet, even though you desperately want to.

“Y-yeah,” he responds, his eyes needy as he looks down at Sylus stroking him. Sylus doesn’t wait any longer and without breaking eye contact he leans down, wrapping his plump lips around Zayne’s swollen, sensitive tip. Zayne groans at the contact, his head falling back against the back of the couch. You moan as you watch Sylus take him into his mouth, rubbing your clit a little more now to try and sedate the throbbing. Sylus starts to bob his head and move in tandem with his hand. Zayne’s mouth falls open and his eyes flutter at the sensations caused by Sylus’s movements, wanton moans flowing from his lips freely. Lewd and obscene wet sounds fill the room as Sylus works him expertly with his lips and tongue, swirling ang licking around the tip, his hand stroking and twisting around his dick. It all looks so erotic and hot and Zayne is completely lost in the pleasure he’s being given. Sylus has always been good with his mouth. Whether it was used for securing a deal during a negotiation, smooth-talking you and Zayne, or giving you both the best head of your lives, he’s always been good with his mouth and he never disappoints. The pleasure starts to increase for you as you watch the both of them, soft whimpers escaping your lips. You look at Zayne and he looks completely blissed out and lost in it all, his eyes glazing over and fluttering in his skull. You can feel your pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing and you need more. You need your fingers in you, moving in your sensitive pussy and curling into the spot that made your eyes roll back, but your shorts are proving to make it difficult for your hand to move around. You stand up for a moment and slide your shorts off before squatting back down onto the couch, your feet planted flat on the cushions and your legs wide open. You push your shirt above your breasts and start rolling your sensitive nipple in between your fingertips, the sensation shooting straight to your clit and making it twitch. You feel your pussy fluttering, begging to be satiated by your fingers. You slide your hand down your body until it reaches your sensitive nub and start rubbing it in slow circles, all the while keeping your eyes on both of them, the way Sylus’s lips wrap around Zayne’s dick, licking and sucking so obscenely, and Zayne’s face contorted in pleasure. You slide your fingers in, moaning as you feel your pussy clench down on them tightly, and start moving them in and out, letting your wetness coat them completely. Your moans bring attention to Sylus, but he doesn’t halt his ministrations. He makes eye contact with you with Zayne’s dick still in his mouth and moans deeply at the sight of your fingers buried in your pussy. He can feel his dick twitching like crazy in his pants and the sensation makes his eyes flutter slightly. Your eyebrows scrunch together as you keep your eyes on him, moving your fingers a little faster now, thrusting and curling them in and out of your soaking wet pussy. You slide your free hand under Zayne’s head and push it up, gripping his hair tightly in your hand.

“Watch him,” you say breathlessly, and Zayne does just that. Sylus’s ruby red eyes flicker between the two of you, your faces scrunched up in pleasure as you both watch him pleasure Zayne with his hand and mouth. The sight drives him crazy and he picks up the speed and sucks him a little harder, making Zayne moan loudly. Sylus loves when the attention is on him and it encourages him even more to make him come and feel his seed slide down his throat the way he likes. You both keep your eyes on Sylus and Sylus keeps his heated, hungry eyes on the both of you. Everyone is lost in the pleasure, lost in the moment, and lost in each other. The movie has been long forgotten about and serves as simple background noise along with the thunderstorm happening outside. Moans, whimpers, wet noises, and heavy breaths fill the air making it heavy with pure, fiery intensity. The pressure is increasing for you and you move your fingers faster, your eyes rolling back into your skull and your hand unconsciously tightening in Zayne’s hair. You lean your head against his, your face contorted in pleasure. Sylus takes him all the way into his throat, his nose touching the stubble on Zayne’s lower stomach, causing Zayne to let out a long, loud moan. His eyes twitch and roll back and he has to fight the urge to thrust into Sylus’s mouth and feel his dick sliding in and out of the soft cavern. Sylus moans around him, the vibrations making his hips jerk involuntarily. Zayne feels a little bad about doing that and can’t stand the possibility of hurting Sylus by accident.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Zayne whines, rubbing the back of Sylus’s head in an effort to soothe him. Sylus places his hand on top of his, signaling to Zayne that it’s okay. Sylus stays there for a moment, letting his throat relax more before bobbing his head deeply, letting Zayne repeatedly hit the back of his throat, constricting his throat around his tip at just the right moment.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck,” Zayne whines, his eyes unable to stay forward in his skull. The sight alone makes your pleasure increase more and you shove your fingers deep in your pussy, curling them into that sweet spot that makes you moan loudly and your hips jerk with every curl of your fingers.

Zayne’s pleasure increases tenfold and he feels his orgasm approaching quickly. “I love your throat. I love your throat so much. Oh my god…ahhhhhhh shit…ohhhhhh fuck.” The words flow out of him all jumbled together, his voice high pitched and desperate. You’re getting so close and the both of you are shaking as the two of you teeter on the edge of your release.

“You getting close, baby? You gonna come down his fucking throat, hm- oh fuck!”

“Oh yes, I’m gonna come, please please please *gasp* please *gasp* -” Sylus groans deeply from his chest, focused on nothing but making him come. Zayne’s face is contorted wildly as his orgasm continues to build. He knows he probably looks insane right now, but doesn’t care not one single bit. He grips Sylus’s hair tightly in both hands, his body shaking intensely.

“Come with me, please. Come with me,” you manage to get out in a strained voice. You thrust your fingers faster, your head leaned against Zayne’s, your breaths coming faster and faster, mingling with each others. Then, both of you cry out in sync, moaning loudly and whimpering together as you both come hard, Zayne’s dick twitching as his seed flows down Sylus’s throat and your pussy clenching rhymically around your fingers. You keep moving your fingers to work you through your orgasm as your juices flow down your hand and onto the couch. Sylus halts his movements and holds his head in place as Zayne releases his seed down his throat. He makes sure to swallow every drop before releasing him from his mouth with an audible pop sound. You both have your eyes closed for a moment, trying to catch your breaths and feeling the aftershocks of your orgasms buzzing though your bodies. Sylus looks at both of you, flushed, blissed out and breathing heavily with your heads leaned against each others and chuckles a little. His eyes look heated and wild, and his hair is disheveled from Zayne gripping it so tightly. He sits back on his heels, watching you two for a moment before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving to sit on the other side of Zayne on the couch. He’s still throbbing and very much still hungry for the both of you, his erection very evident, but he decides to give you two a moment to calm down.

“You okay, sweetie,” He asks, his voice gentle. You give him a simple nod.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you respond, hissing as you gently slide your soaked fingers out of your pussy. You look down to see a few dark patches on the fabric and frown.

“I messed up your couch again. I’m sorry, Sylus.”

“It’s quite alright. We can take care of that later. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time this couch has been ruined.”

He looks down at Zayne who’s laying completely still with his eyes closed and huffs out a chuckle.

“You alive,“ Sylus teases, poking his cheek.

“I’m fine,” Zayne responds. You lift your head and look down at him as well to see that he’s not moving an inch.

“I think you overwhelmed him, Sylus. I guess your mouth is just too good.”

“I think so. Maybe I should ease up next time,” Sylus teases, smirking. That catches Zayne’s attention immediately and his eyes open.

“No, no, it’s fine. I can handle you just fine.”

“Can you,” Sylus questions him, his voice deep and dripping with desire. Zayne’s sensitive dick twitches at the sound of his voice and he whimpers.

“Oh…looks like you’re still craving more. Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?”

Zayne blushes deep and turns his head away from him.

“Shut up,” he whines, and you lean down to place a kiss to his forehead. Sylus looks over at you, his eyes catching a glimpse of the wetness on your hand.

“What about you, kitten? Still feeling ravenous?”

Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice and there’s no denying that you want more. You always want more when it comes to them.

“Of course,” you answer, your hazy, low eyes locking with his. Sylus grabs your hand and starts licking the juices off it, keeping his eyes locked with yours. Zayne sits up and decides to join Sylus, wrapping his lips around your fingers and swirling his tongue around them, moaning softly at the taste. You lean forward and replace your hand with your lips, moving your lips against both of theirs in a three way kiss, all of you moaning softly.

“ Shall we take this to the bedroom,” you ask them breathlessly.

#lads #love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace zayne #sylus #zayne #lads sylus #lads zayne #sylus x reader x zayne #zayne love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace

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azzifudd10 · 15 hours ago

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Silent Strings

Chapter 2: Love Is Embarrassing

Azzi’s phone buzzed just as she stepped out of the OR.

Her hair was pinned back, her mask dangling from one ear, and her hands still smelled faintly of antiseptic as she reached for it.

The name on the screen made her freeze.

Paige Bueckers (✨ mama ✨):

Hey, Doc. Hope you’re not busy saving lives or anything… Any chance you’d let me take you to dinner?

Azzi stared at the message for a full thirty seconds before she slipped the phone back into her pocket and told herself she’d answer later.

Meanwhile — across the city — Paige sat in the Wings locker room, her chin propped on her hand as she stared at her phone screen, waiting for the little typing bubbles to appear.

She should’ve been stretching. Or at least putting on her sneakers.

Instead, she was still half-dressed, grinning like an idiot, while her teammate Arike gave her a look from across the room.

“Who’s got you cheesing like that?” Arike asked, tugging her braid tight.

“Nobody,” Paige said too quickly.

But then her phone buzzed, and she scrambled to unlock it.

Azzi:

Aren’t you supposed to be focused on basketball?

Paige smirked, thumbs flying.

I’m a great multitasker.

At the hospital, Azzi tried — really tried — to ignore her phone while she reviewed charts at the nurses’ station.

But it buzzed again.

You didn’t say no.

She rolled her eyes and typed back before she could stop herself.

I didn’t say yes either.

There was a pause, then:

You will.

And — damn it — she smiled.

Paige

After practice, Paige swung by daycare to pick up Jazzy, who launched herself into her arms as soon as she walked in the door.

“Mama!”

“Hey, superstar,” Paige laughed, spinning her little girl around before settling her on her hip.

Back home, she balanced cooking mac & cheese with Jazzy clinging to her leg and responding to a steady stream of texts from teammates, group chats, and — yes — Azzi.

She even roped Arike into helping her pick a restaurant in case Azzi actually agreed.

“She seems fancy,” Paige mused aloud, leaning back against the counter while Arike lounged on her couch. “Do I take her somewhere nice? Or just, like, tacos and beer?”

Arike didn’t even look up from her phone. “Whatever you do, stop looking like a golden retriever every time she texts back. It’s embarrassing.”

Paige threw a dish towel at her.

Azzi

At the hospital, Azzi moved through her day with practiced precision — morning rounds, consults, surgeries, more consults.

Her colleagues respected her, her patients trusted her, and the nurses called her “Dr. Ice” behind her back (affectionately, she hoped).

And yet — when she ducked into the staff lounge between cases, she found herself scrolling through her phone, reading Paige’s last message again and again:

Friday night. Dinner. You, me, no excuses.

Her fellow surgeon — a wiry older man named Dr. Mitchell — caught her smiling at her phone and arched an eyebrow.

“Ah,” he teased, “so you are human after all.”

Azzi glared at him over the top of her coffee cup. “Don’t you have someone’s chest to crack open?”

He just chuckled and walked away.

That night, after Jazzy was asleep and Paige finally had a moment to herself, her phone buzzed one more time.

She nearly dropped it when she saw the notification.

Azzi:

Friday. 7pm. Surprise me.

Paige grinned so wide it hurt.

She flopped back on the couch, texting back immediately:

Oh, trust me. You won’t regret this.

And for the first time in a long time, Paige felt like she’d already won the championship.

Paige adjusted her collar in the mirror for the sixth time, then groaned and ripped the jacket off entirely.

“You look fine,” Arike called from the couch, where she sat with Jazzy, who was coloring on a Wings poster. “She’s a doctor, not a Vogue editor. Just go.”

Jazzy looked up at her mom with a toothy grin. “Mama’s nervous,” she announced cheerfully.

Paige shot them both a glare before crouching to kiss Jazzy’s curls. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” she muttered. “Be good for Auntie ‘Rike, okay? Eat your nuggets. Don’t draw on her shoes. And if she teaches you any bad words, I’ll know.”

Arike snorted and scooped Jazzy up. “Go get your girl, Bueckers. We’ll be fine.”

Paige grabbed the bouquet of flowers off the counter — white lilies and soft pink roses — and headed for the door.

Azzi wasn’t expecting her to actually come to the door.

She certainly wasn’t expecting her to show up holding flowers, in perfectly tailored black slacks and a crisp white shirt, with that dangerous little smile that said she knew exactly how good she looked.

“You’re late,” Azzi said automatically as she opened the door.

“You’re breathtaking,” Paige shot back without missing a beat.

Azzi blinked. And for the first time in a long time, she felt her composure falter just a little.

“These are for you,” Paige added, holding out the bouquet.

Azzi stared at them, then at her, then sighed as she took them. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her with the faintest smile.

“And yet,” Paige said, stepping back to let her lock up, “you agreed to dinner with me. So what does that say about you?”

Azzi shook her head as she tucked the flowers into her arms, grabbing her coat. “That I have questionable judgment,” she deadpanned.

“Sure,” Paige grinned. “Or maybe you just like me.”

The restaurant was a quiet little place Paige had picked specifically because it wasn’t flashy — just good food, low lighting, and enough space between tables that it felt private.

Paige held the door for her, pulled out her chair, even ordered them a bottle of wine without Azzi having to ask.

“You’re really laying it on thick, huh?” Azzi said once they were seated, arching an eyebrow at her.

“Absolutely,” Paige replied. “I’m trying to impress you. Is it working yet?”

Azzi shook her head — but she was smiling now, faint but undeniable.

Dinner was… surprisingly easy.

Paige talked about practice, about how she was trying to improve her midrange game, about Jazzy’s obsession with Paw Patrol and how she’d cried the first time Paige had to leave her overnight for an away game.

Azzi listened, occasionally chiming in with sharp little comments that made Paige laugh and roll her eyes.

And when Azzi finally loosened enough to tell her about her first solo surgery — her hands shaking the whole time but somehow getting through it without error — Paige just stared at her like she’d hung the moon.

“You’re incredible,” Paige said softly when she finished.

Azzi scoffed and reached for her wine. “You’re relentless,” she murmured back.

“Yeah,” Paige agreed. “But you like that about me.”

By the time dessert arrived, Azzi had stopped pretending she wasn’t enjoying herself.

And when Paige reached across the table and brushed her fingers lightly over the back of her hand, she didn’t pull away.

Not right away, anyway.

When Paige walked her back to her door later, Azzi paused with her key in the lock.

Paige leaned against the doorframe, watching her with that infuriating little smirk.

“I had a good time,” Azzi admitted quietly.

“So did I,” Paige replied, her voice just as soft.

For a second — just a second — it felt like the air between them changed. Like Paige might lean in. Like Azzi might let her.

But then Azzi turned the key and stepped inside, stopping just long enough to glance over her shoulder.

“Goodnight, Paige,” she said.

Paige grinned — all teeth and trouble.

“Goodnight, Doc. Sleep well.”

When the door clicked shut, Azzi leaned back against it and let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

And when she caught herself smiling, she groaned softly and buried her face in her hands.

Meanwhile — back at Arike’s apartment — Jazzy was fast asleep on the couch, curled up under a Wings blanket.

Arike snapped a quick picture and texted it to Paige.

Arike:

Don’t mess this up.

Paige just stared at the photo for a long time before typing back:

Paige:

Not planning on it.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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prism-forgone · 1 day ago

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i've been brainstorming this in the dms with @sunshowersz but it's time to externalize it and inflict it on the world at large

i've had this horrible terrible no good idea for a snowgrave au cooking for a longer while where kris is able to avoid putting the thorn back in noelle's finger but only because they jam it into their own hand at the last second. because it is a fundamental law of physics that a kris will always sacrifice their own wellbeing for the sake of people they care about

noelle now knows that it wasn't a dream and that this was not kris. she knows that something is wrong with them, something that isn't just the regular 'kris being weird'. they were able to read her thoughts. they tried to put the thorn into her finger, then jabbed it into theirs and collapsed against her, seizing with pain. and after she ran out to get some bandages and came back, they were gone. they said they wanted to protect her but it seems that she - timid, cowardly, weak noelle - is going to need to save them now. she decides to follow them around the next day and try to figure out what on earth is going on

the player can't take the ring off - wherever it is that kris keeps their knife in their inventory, the ring resides there too, kept away from you and from noelle. but this is more detrimental to kris than to the player; since it has the trance property and allows noelle to hear the player's commands directly in chapter 2, it would most likely limit the remaining and already small amount of autonomy kris has. no more tearing out the soul and no movements that weren't uninitiated by the player

they're even more stiff in their movements and expressions than usual, to the point where even susie, familiar only with the soul-influenced kris, feels like something is wrong (and obviously assumes it must be because she did something). in the dark world, the thorn takes the form of thorny vines enveloping them underneath their armor - out of sight, with no one (well. almost) aware of it. it hurts to move, to fight, to walk like nothing is wrong when the thorns pierce into them, feeling like puppet strings at their joints (effects of a magic-enhancing item stuck on a decidedly non-magic human pending)

hauntingly, there could be dialogue options signaling kris's true will that at first seem like they'd break off the route - for example, after susie asks why kris and noelle couldn't talk in front of her, the dialogue choices wouldn't be empty anymore (kris can no longer restrain the player) and instead be "noelle wanted it to be a secret" and "help me". even if kris hates asking for help because it troubles and involves others too much, this is so bad that they want to say it, they want to call out... but that second choice doesn't do anything. you can't stop this anymore. if you pick it, it's like you're mocking kris; they can't get it out. "your throat suddenly felt dry..." or ""huh? did you say something? you kind of mumbled...""

there genuinely is so much more but this is the basis of the au that right now has the name iron rose (get it. what with the thorn. and kris being an armored knight. get it). i might make more posts about it when i'm not fighting irl stuff which will cause peace to spread throughout the land

#deltarune #kris dreemurr #noelle holiday #snowgrave #kriselle #(obviously.....)#deltarune au #kris deltarune #noelle deltarune #kris #noelle #susie #weird route #iron rose au #soul #deltarune chapter 4

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mutt-thingy · 1 day ago

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Yautja Headcanons!

- they're all naturally bisexual/pansexual. its rare for one to be attracted to just one gender. its common to find those that are single sex attracted to wear a bead on their tresses to indicate their orientation as to prevent unwanted advances from those they're not interested in.

- they do eat cooked meat and food. they usually only eat raw meat during hunts as thats traditional as well as more convenient. when back home on yautja prime or during festivals and events, they eat cooked food and meats. its common to find vendors selling street food during events and festivals.

- yautja do not blush like humans do because they're skin is too thick and almost hide like. instead their fleshy inner mouths darken in colour and swell up slightly due to higher blood circulation. it often happens during strong emotions and can be a vulnerable tell of a Yautja's emotional state. they have a saying, to "tuck ones tusks"/ "keep my tusks tucked"/"tuck in your tusks", it means to hide their emotions and not show vulnerability by keeping their tusks tightly closed. it is now synonymous with being shifty or cagey or as a caution to be on guard around strangers.

please add on your own headcanons to this! or ask me to expand on these headcanons, i love talking about them!

#yautja #predator #predator franchise #predator killer of killers #alien vs predator #predator yautja #yautja headcanons #predators #predator badlands #prey

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Switcheroo (DP X DC)

Danny was definitely not expecting Damian to ask what he thought about pulling a prank on their birth father. The Waynes had apparently never been told about Damian's twin that had been sent far away from any and all Leage businesses from the moment be took a breath.

Dami had defended himself by saying stuff about how the fact that father had had another child whom he's never met just never came up. They seemed to shy away from talking about where Damian had grown up, which included him secretly keeping in contact with his twin.

After Damian had been taken in by their father, he began to text with Danny far more often as he never had to worry about getting caught and Danny getting killed anymore, which was pretty nice.

When Danny died Damian was the first to get the full story about everything, followed by Sam and Tucker. Damian and Danny knew everything about each other, even though they lived in completely different worlds. Danny knew everything about the Bat's, including how emotionally repressed all of them are.

So, when Damian wanted to go on a road trip, he asked Danny to take his place in the manor for the 2 weeks he was supposed to be gone. He didn't want any of his brothers to stalk him while he was away. Danny had gleefully accepted. Under the condition that for every blatant lie he got everyone to fully believe Damian had to spend a day with him and the Fenton's. Jazz was upset that she'd never met Danny's twin. His parents, and more importantly Jazz, were all for this, even if it meant sending Danny away for almost a month.

He made sure to spend a week in the manor while invisible to get a better sense of how people interacted with each other, especially how Dami talked to his brothers and their father. If Danny didn't mimic his twin brother perfectly then their whole plan was over before it started.

Danny already knew that this would be a challenge because of how different his and Damian's personalities are, despite being identical. Luckily because of being Phantom he didn't have to worry about struggling with the physical aspects of being Robin, or the lack of sleep it caused.

This was going to be a fun 2 weeks. Danny just had to start thinking up some sort of lies to get Dami's family to believe. Which will be easier than he thought as Dami to have absolutely 0 social skills and doesn't see the point in lying. Sure, he knew that growing up somewhere like the league made Dami as emotionally stunted as their birth father, but with how he acted when he was calling or texting with Danny, he would have thought that the social incompetence had lessoned, at least a little. But nope. He's the epidemy of awkwardness.

During day 1 Danny focused on simply not being detected by anyone. Which went really well. For a group of great detectives and vigilantes Danny was a little surprised to find them not batting an eye at him. He waited until day 3 to see about adding in a lie, he started out really simple to test the family.

"Alfred's cooking in a lot better than Ra's cooking" he said during dinner, it was only Bruce and Tim at the table with him, as everyone else had one thing or another to do instead of eating dinner as a family. Bruce seemed to just accept this bit of new information and kept eating after a slight pause. Tim however looked a little shocked, "Ra's never cooked though?" Danny faked a very confused face, "Yes he did Timothy, you were never allowed in the kitchen so you may have not noticed it as he didn't cook very often. He was horrible at it" It took a few minutes before Tim seemed to come to terms with his new reality and continue to eat his dinner.

He waited 2 days before deciding to say something again. His comment about Ra's cooking hadn't been brought up by either Bruce or Tim. This time he was with Jason. The hardest part of this was to have to deny himself the pleasure of straight up asking if Jason would break into Arkam with him to kill the Joker, as Dami abided by Bruce's to killing rules. Danny, however had no such wish to abide by that specific rule, there are some people who truly do need to be killed to ensure that they don't cause more pain.

"Dam flying rats" Jason mumbled as a heard of pigeons took off right above them as they turned a corner towards the Bat Burger, which was now in sight. Danny had to hide his excitement about not having to fight his food before getting to enjoy it. "Mother used to take care of a room of pigeons in order for Ra's to be able to send messages to those who thought cell phones made you turn green and go insane."

Jason, to his credit, didn't stop walking or change his pace, but he did turn his head to stare at who he thought was his brother who just randomly said something completely insane. He processed what he thought was a truth that came from his brother who wouldn't bother telling a lie. "Theres's people who think cell phones drive you insane and turn you green?" is what he asked once he could speak again. Danny had great control over his face, but it was still a challenge to not burst out laughing there and then. "Of course there are" Danny wondered if Damian would count this as 2 lies or just 1.

Danny got a delicious burger and fries; Jason got an unholy amount of chicken nuggets that he somehow managed to eat all of them within an hour. Day 4 was the only day Danny spent alone with Jason, which Danny thought was pretty sad and had hope that after it was revealed that he wasn't his twin he and Jason could kill some people together as the only 2 who seemed to not bat an eye at braking dear Brucie's rules. It would also be nice to actually be able to float again instead of having to walk. Danny did miss being able to play video games while floating upside down.

Days 5, 6, and 7 were bland and honestly, Danny was running out of ideas that could maybe be believed and wouldn't be something that they knew was false. It was on day 8 out of his 14 days long stay in the manor that he was alone with Barbara in the bat cave.

"So," she said after blatantly ignoring Tim on coms making a very bad pun. "What do you think Damian wanted to do so badly to finally ask you to come here, and who's idea was it for you two to switch places?" Danny burst out laughing.

"Finally!" He yelled, "It's like none of them are aware of their surroundings at all!" Barbara was also laughing when Danny shifted into his ghost form and floated up a little before answering her questions, "Oh, it feels so nice to be in the air again" he took her lack of surprise as a sign that she knew absolutely everything about him already. "Dami wanted to go on a road trip without getting stalked the entire way, which makes so much more sense after spending a week with you guys"

Barbara smirked, "I know exactly where he is right now, like I'd let someone show up pretending to be him and not go looking" "It was also his idea," Danny was upside down now, "We're gonna tell them when he gets back and shame them all" "As you should, I'm also going to shame them, just because you two look alike you're not the same person" "So I also am guessing that you know about our bet?" When she nodded back at him, he continued, "I'm so out of ideas for them! You have any ideas?"

"What if you tell them that Bruce listens to K-pop in his free time? I'll back you up on it too" Danny grinned at her, "That's amazing, and if you back it up, they'll totally believe it no questions asked. You and my sister would be like, best friends. She is also 100% stalking where I am right now, but that's mostly because she doesn't trust the GIW to stay out of Gotham since I've come here"

Barbara sighed, "That horrible branch of the government has been a personal project of mine to try to dismantle from the inside and not start an interdenominational war, but after finding out who the feared Ghost King is I could probably move a whole lot faster"

"Yay! I'm so sick of those guys following me around constantly" Danny was back on the ground now, "It felt so nice to be weightless again, it's so relaxing" Barbara smiled at him.

It was the next day when Jason, Tim, Barbara, and Danny were in the kitchen getting a quick lunch when the topic of music had been brought up by Tim, who was trying to guess what kind of music Jason listened to. He'd guessed a bunch of genres that honestly did seem to fit with what Danny knew of Jason. "Perhaps Korean pop, like father"

"Theres no way Bruce listens to K-pop, right?" He turned towards Barbara, who was eating her sandwich, seeming to ignore the conversation, Danny knew she was trying not to laugh though, "Of course he does Tim, there were even a few articles about it a while ago when it was mentioned at a gala" The two boys seemed only a little stunned at this point.

With Barbara's help Danny was able to get the Wayne family to believe a grand total of 9 lies over the 2 weeks Damian was gone without being found out by anyone other than her.

When Damian walked into the game room where Danny was playing Mario Cart against Tim, everyone turned to stare at him and Danny. "How many did they believe?" Damian asked Danny. "9" Danny said, letting himself burst into a giant grin, Barbara mimicked that grin.

That did seem to let everyone know that who they had thought was Damian playing video games with Tim was actually someone else and none of them had known. "How could you believe such blatant lies that could have been easily fact checked" Damian asked his family as Danny was having a laughing fit on the floor.

"I for one, am disappointed in all of you guys" Barbara spoke up, "Over the last 2 weeks Damian hasn't been in Gotham at all, and Danny has been in his place and also trying to see how many blatant lies he could get you to believe" Bruce hadn't said a word, his eyes going between Damian and Danny.

"Wait, who are you?" Jason pointed at Danny, who had recovered from his burst of laughter. "I'm Danny, Damian's twin" Danny took so much pleasure in everyone's shocked faces, "Where have you been living?" Bruce asked, clearly mentally preparing to adopt him then and there. "Oh, cool your adoption craving dear Brucie" Danny once again made Bruce blue screen, especially since he was here that in the same voice that he heard from his youngest who was always the most formal no matter the setting.

"I have a great loving family that I was adopted by before I even knew who our grandfather was. The whole reason I made up so much stuff while I was here was because Dami promised me and my sister Jazz that for each thing you all believed he'd spend a day with us in Amity Park"

Bruce seemed a little sad at this information, "Danyal also assured me that he would stay here for the next week to actually form a bond with our father while not impersonating me"

Danny and Damian had planned for Danny to start to slowly freak everyone else out with his ghost abilities. But that first night Tim brought up the topic of how Danny was able to be Robin so easily as he hadn't grown up with the Legue nor went through Bruce's crazy training, "Oh, I became a superhero before he did so I have a leg up on him"

"Who are you? I don't know anything about Amity Park enough to guess your 'hero' name" Time said, "Oh I'm Phantom," he said, letting his eyes glow a bright unnatural green that made Tim jump back away from him as he had only that kind of green with the Lazarus pits. "And don't worry, next to no one in this realm knows about me"

Phantom didn't join the bats for their night out for that week, mostly out of fear that it would draw the GIW to Gotham and he really didn't want to do that. So, he grew closer to Barbara and helped give ideas on ways that they could take the GIW down now that she knew that she could have the help of a ghost or 2 doing some stuff in Amity Park if it was needed.

There was a night where Danny heard Jason in the kitchen at a ridiculous time in the morning and decided to scare him by walking into the kitchen on the ceiling with his eyes glowing as brightly as he could make them while in his ghost form, and saying something in ghost speak, which meant that Jason was properly freaked out when he rubbed his eyes and the next second Danny was standing in the doorway looking normal giving Jason a confused look "I said, what are you doing eating cereal at 2 in the morning?"

When it was eventually time for Danny to head home again, he turned into his ghost form, and made a portal right into his room, "Dami, you better follow through on coming here for a week at some point, and I'll definitely visit again, maybe once the GIW aren't trying to tear me apart atom by atom and the law stating I'm not sentient is reversed" and with that Danny vanished into the portal.

The last thing he heard from his brother's family was "Excuse me, what the actual fuck?" From a bewildered Tim and a "Danny being here was certainly an experience" Barbara patted Tim on the back, before he was back in his room realizing that he had to fight his food during dinner tonight.

#dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny and damian are brothers #danny and damian are twins #Danny is Danyal #damian wayne #bruce wayne #danny is a little shit #Danny's a good actor

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umishiqu · 2 days ago

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i feel like people forget the point of jamil’s character is that he is inherently not an honest person and this shouldn’t be controversial. we can have debates on why this is but it is fundamentally a part of his character.

there have been many instances where things like “if the Asim family found out (thing against Kalim), the Viper family would be thrown out” is debunked directly by canon events and what jamil also says about kalim and his upbringing (jamil mentions and actively scorns the fact that kalim is too forgiving of a person to people who try to kill him, and stated by kalim, both jamil and kalim’s dad told him that being poisoned was a part of his fate he needed to accept). it’s contradictory (they accept people killing him but wouldn’t accept a kid they genuinely like getting a higher test score?) and that is the point.

even the cooking thing? jamil wasn’t supposed to be cooking at all when he was younger, even if kalim asked him. you’d think with the way jamil’s parents told him to listen to everything kalim says is just what’s the status quo in the asim estate, but this isn’t the case at all, because the other adults (who are not jamil’s parents) yell at him to not do that and actively go against kalim’s wishes. jamil probably starts actually cooking for the asim family when he made food for himself to bring to the estate, stopped because najma kept stealing it so the adults made him food to eat there instead, and jamil didn’t like that so he made food for himself at the kitchen there. then he cooked food for the asim family but obviously he didn’t do everything, he made the recipe but as he mentions he had many professional chefs to help. this sounds more like an enrichment opportunity than anything else. (and it oh look the guy who is emotionally and socially intelligent when it comes to other people is also asking, after jamil recalls this, if jamil is really trying to avoid work or not. that’s cater btw im talking abt cater)

like things in canon actively present information that tells the readers what the problem with jamil’s situation is. it has everything to do with his parents trying to get him to be subservient to kalim all the time. not bcuz there is a punishment awaiting for them if they don’t, because clearly there isn’t, but because they wanted to curry more favour from kalim and his parents. (this “greed” is what leona alludes to about the sorceror of the sands, what is represented with the “cave of wonders collapsing” imagery in the scarabia song, part of jamil’s acceptance of his overblot form in book 7, and a part of the lyrics of jamil’s character song).

in my opinion, i honestly believe jamil thought that there would be a punishment bcuz 1. he actively didn’t see any benefit to being Kalim’s friend before book 6 (“who would want to voluntarily be your friend?”) until leona explains kalim’s “skills”; 2. his parents thought he’d understand exactly why they’re doing it (“you’re smart, so you understand, right?”), and so he believed in his conclusion that he never really cross referenced with anything else he knew about Kalim, and 3. that last part is bcuz he never saw the point of Kalim’s actions in relation to him, but just that everything Kalim did was a result of his wealth and status, so things like “kalim stalked me on cameras” doesn’t register to him as “kalim committed a crime and i should be rightfully uncomfortable”, but “Kalim used his status to get access and i should be upset over his use of power”. this also includes Kalim’s forgiveness and Jamil not registering how it would extend to him - just anger over Kalim’s forgiveness just being another sign of his wealth (which is a loaded topic bcuz even Kalim doesn’t just outright forgive people as revealed in Book 7, but it’s implied it’s an obligation of his, which makes sense considering his dad’s attitude about his poison attempts).

anyway all this is to say that they are actually complex characters and id really appreciate it if people actually saw the character for the character so we don’t get people saying “jamil and kalim should have developed like this!!1!!! this solved nothing!!1!!!!!” even though all they understood about them was through a two sentence tweet and not read the entire story + vignettes for themselves. like … the answers to most of your questions are in the stories guys. it’s not like scarabia is completely shrouded in mystery or whatever, just do your homework

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #i also don’t think people notice when he code switches a lot depending on who he interacts with #and it makes a lot of what he says contradictory at times #it’s not smth middle class people notice but this is usually what happens when someone in a lower social class #is brought up with people in a family of a higher social class #things were removed from jpn->eng for localization purposes #but beyond that it’s bcuz the western audience looks at their situation and called Jamil a slave despite many things proving otherwise #and took everything Jamil said at face value #before the eng version even came out #bcuz people don’t understand nuance or unreliable narrators #and just fit Jamil and Kalim into tropes that they enjoy rather than see the impact of #either of their actions in the game #kalim al asim

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friendlyneighborhoodcat · 18 hours ago

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Elliot + Jason HCs

Sooo I've decided to log out of Tumblr because I need to focus on the exam that gets me to 10th grade

I'd stop writing from now, probably, so it is how it is👁️👄👁️

Not disappearing w/o something for yall so here's some HCs

ENJOYYY<3

-Elliot-----------------------------------------

He wasn't particularly interested in you at first, since, well, he's a healer and he's supposed to heal everyone equally (Possible WC reference???). Though that took a turn when you started to help him with cooking dinner and being really stubborn when he insisted that he's okay

He finds it irritating how stubborn you are, but it just slowly becomes more of a habit/banter than actual annoyance. He tried to convince himself that you two are just friends (does he know), but he started to think otherwise when he realized that he wasn't all snappy and short-tempered when it comes to you making stupid mistakes (I HC him to be sharp-tongued when it comes to other survivors being hurt, he's just being overly concerned and stressed)

Once he knew his feelings, he's already too far down. You technically have him wrapped around your finger with how hard he fell.

He's a real gentleman to you, though. He'd take care of you when you're sick, bring you flowers that he found outside of the cabin (he stole them from Two Time's flower garden), and cuddle with you after rounds. Even massage you when you feel sore after a tough round, and make your favorite food for dinner.

He thinks that he would never fall in love again unless it's you, yeah, cheesy ik (Haha get it? Sorry)

He would give you pet names like: Honey, dear, darling, etc

-Jason----------------------------------------

Jason is strictly platonic bc I HC him as aroace, and that's final <3 Also, Jason in my HC uses sign language despite being fully able to talk

A bit odd to find solace in a cold and stoic killer, or at least, that's what the other survivors said. You didn't care, though.

Your first interaction was when he split a gash on your neck, blood pooling beneath you as your leg crumbled to the ground. Yet, your eyes burned, still, with defiance and determination. Something about you reminds him of his mother, hell, even his mother's voice likes your spirit.

He didn't take it lightly; he hates it, actually. He hates how you resemble so much of the person whom he had treasured, someone as unworthy as a survivor compared to someone who was his reason to live. Your death would always be brutal, he makes sure of that. Either that you bleed to death from a gash on your neck, get drowned in the poisoned river, or you get maimed for the entire round and eventually die because you can't bring yourself far enough.

And yet, your spirit still burned, a fire that refuses to give in to water. Jason finds it absolutely infuriating. Even when he got his infamous hockey mask on, you can still sometimes catch a glimpse of the cold fury in his eyes.

Did you back down, though? Hell nah. You took it as a challenge, one for you to try harder every time you find scarlet staining your wounds. Your relationship is more likely to be of frienemies, more or less. You and Jason both hated each other to the guts, and eventually found yourself liking the challenge that your opponent proposed.

Jason always hated it when you gave up and just stopped running. Sometimes, he'd just let out an annoyed scoff and chase after others instead. He likes the thrill of hunting for bloodlust, and apparently, it's boring when you're not running away. He'd sometimes just give up during LMS and sit beneath a tree to rest (It's only when you're LMS because he doesn't want to be vulnerable to the other survivors). Though, of course, you'd always sit by him and poke him. Guess who got beheaded. Sometimes, he'd sign to you when you asked him questions. Just don't expect too much from him, or you might just get your head mounted beside that drakobloxxer in the lobby.

Thankyou for all the likes and support I received from my posts, it meant alot to me:D

I'd still be on Tumblr, just that I'd stop writing to focus on education

Sparkle on! It's Monday, and don't forget to be yourself!<3

#forsaken x reader #elliot forsaken #elliot x reader #jason forsaken

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blackwall-my-tiny-husband · 1 day ago

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Word with friends 6-30

Beautiful Word challenge started by @hedwigoprah And thanks so much @serensama @aetherflowers @notyourmamasdeerbat @chaosherald @jukkaricity for the tags I love you guys so much!!!

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing!

This Week's word is :: Moribund — Adjective: Approaching death; about to die; dying; expiring. // Almost obsolete, nearing an end. // Noun: A person who is near to dying.

(1.1K below) more modern assassin au (notes at the bottom)

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Standing in their cozy little kitchenette Harding frowned absently at the counter. It was surprisingly quiet; usually even at odd hours it felt like the city was always bustling and the noise from it all just never dropped below a low cacophony. But the microwave boasted that it was 3:50am in little green numbers and somehow it was actually quiet, there were no sirens or car horns blaring- at least for the moment.

Which was unfortunate because all she wanted was a distraction. The crow’s strange gala of the criminals and the corrupt of the city was over and after a lecture, or three, they’d been allowed to leave. Viago had found them a ride home and, positively exhausted, they’d both practically collapsed into bed. But the ordeal had still put Zalan on edge and when Lace had startled awake from uneasy dreams she’d found the man curled around her protectively, even in sleep. It had been a struggle to slip out of his grasp and out of bed but staring at the ceiling awake with thoughts buzzing through her head was no good. She needed to do something. Pace or cook or clean or… something.

But the quiet wasn’t helping. She’d hoped for the noise of the city to help blanket over her mind. Instead it had her muttering quiet nonsense to herself just to have some sound while she’d cleaned some of the dishes in the sink. But it had only been a scant few and with that done she was itching to do something else but found herself just staring at appliances looking for answers in their metal frames.

Maybe food would settle her nerves. Her Ma always said good food was like a warm hug: comforting and full of love. And she needed comfort right now.

Pulling out bread and ingredients from the fridge she continued muttering to herself, just things to remember- she needed to stitch up a little tear on one of her favorite sweaters, shopping lists she’d need to complete with Zalan at some point- they were running low on groceries again, pieces of songs she couldn’t get out her head- 80s love ballads were her current ear worms. Just mindless things to have some noise while she worked.

Listening to herself talk and half zoning out meant she was’t paying attention and when an arm looped around her middle she nearly threw the jar of preserves in her hand half way across the room. Heart in her mouth she leaned, knees weak, into Zalan who had bent down to rest his chin on her head, still looking only half awake and sleep mussed.

“Wha’s wrong?” He asked through a yawn, almost snuggling into her hair. “You’re not in bed and it’s-“ He squinted at the clock and it’s neon coloring, “four in the morning.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Nervous energy I guess.” She tried to shrug and he walked over to examine the things laid out on the stove. He must have just rolled out of bed, his hair was loose and he hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt.

“Food?” He yawned, starting to look more alert, and leaned against the stove beckoning her closer. With a lopsided smile for her idiot she walked to him and stood on tip toes for a quick kiss, his hands a steadying presence on her hips.

“I thought maybe making food would help give me something to do.” She looked past him at where she’d put her sandwich and plate, she only had to put the things away now. He hummed a nod and glanced at the things she’d gathered.

“Want company?” He reached out, tucking a piece of her hair back behind her ear, looking concerned, fussing over her. She huffed a small sigh at him, he didn’t need to fuss but she had a feeling he still would, after having to dance with the Butcher and have him threaten her to her face even she was left shaken. She wasn’t looking forward to telling Zalan what had been said. So instead she dismissed the thought, for now, and nodded. He couldn’t have expected any other answer, she would never turn him down.

“I’ll get you one too.” She was still itching to move and running through the easy motions of spreading the peach preserves over the bread and laying down careful slices of ham was a peaceful sort of auto pilot, Zalan hovering over her shoulder to watch her. Once she was satisfied she put the second sandwich on the plate with hers and hopped up onto the counter to dig in. Zalan let her chew and put everything else away with a small chuckle.

“Ah your famous ham and jam slam? We are truly blessed with your art Lace Harding.” He teased, stepping in close and placing his hands on the counter on either side of her, laying his trap.

“Yes it is truly a moribund art form.” She sniffed, closing her eyes and putting her nose in the air, miming offense. Which gave Zalan the perfect opening and, leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her exposed throat startling a squeak from the dwarf. She batted his face away but he only moved to press a kiss to her jaw, his beard and mustache tickling a giggle out of her. He continued his path to kiss a spot behind her ear and that had her grabbing his face and bringing it back to hers so she could pull him into a real kiss.

Finally relenting he leaned back a little looking at her with still tired eyes but running a thumb over her lower lip,

“You know if you needed a distraction you could have woken me, I would have gladly done so many distracting things to you.” He waggled his eyebrows, making her blush and laugh while swatting him away again.

She stopped pushing him but left her hands on his chest, drawing some comfort from his closeness, holding onto him for support. Zalan noticed her unease, of course he noticed, “Do you want to talk about it yet?” His voice was soft and he pressed closer to wrap his arms loosely around her. She would need to, eventually, and it would have to be soon. She shook her head, she could push it off until it was later in the day and the rest of the world was awake, she wanted to pretend it wasn’t a problem until then.

“No. Later though, we can go over it with Viago.” She spoke and watched as he eyed the sandwich she’d made and took a bite mulling over her jam choice.

“Plum is better,” was his only comment and Harding waited until he had another bite in his mouth before letting her hands slide down to his navel just above where the waistband of his pants sat, thumbs drawing little circles in his skin and grinned mischievously,

“Now tell me about all those very distracting things you could be doing to me.” And was rewarded with Zalan choking on his food, his ears turning pink as she laughed, gleeful that she was able to get the ever charming crow to fluster because he wasn’t expecting her to flirt back.

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Hey I’m not tech late today whoo hoo, I also really need to figure out a name to call this since it’s become a series, any suggestions are welcome I’ve got nothing

I’ve started a masterlist of works in this series too just to help find them all here on tumblr (since I’m constantly behind and I don’t have any of these up on ao3 yet) so HERE’s that

And tagging a few people super gently because I’m sure you’ve done it already but just in case @kabsey @davrinsleftpectoral @grand-crow

#dragon age the veilguard #dragon age veilguard #dragon age rook #antivan crow rook #my post #lace harding #scout lace harding #my writing #rook x harding #veilguard modern au #modern au #a word with friends

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