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mildlyromanticperv · 5 months ago

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Why would I...?

Eunha x MReader. Fluff. Fighting insecurities.

-Babe, dinner's ready! -You called your girlfriend down to the living room after a couple of hours in the kitchen, today's Friday night and you two planned an evening together to make up for the lost time during the week, her job as professional makeup artist is a 24/7 on-call job and you come exhausted every day due to the physical demand of your construction work.

-Coming! -Her sweet voice echoes through the walls of your shared apartment just like music into your ears. Due to the the small amount of time you've been able to spend together the last couple of weeks, she comes out dressed ready for an outdoors date and her perfume... Oh my god her perfume... Such indescribable scent fires up every nerve of your nostrils filling your heart with a warm fuzzy feeling you can only describe as... Love.

-Sweetie, you didn't have to! I'm disgusting and you dressed up so adorable... -You know you're supposed to be a manly man, hairy chest and all... But being alone with your girlfriend takes out that sensitive side of yours only she can experience.

-Don't say that! I mean I certainly wasn't expecting you to be all dressed up in tuxedo or anything, but you look really handsome tonight. -She smirked at you as she took a seat at the dining table. -Plus, the mere fact that you and I can finally spend some time together makes up for anything. I've missed you so much.

At these words you expres a huge "Awwww" within your brain that you can't quite express due to your sheer focus in plating your dinner, as if you were to cook for the president itself. -I've missed you so much as well, baby, actually today I was told I might speak too much about you... Hehe.

-What do you mean!? -She answers embarassed and blushing, her voice raises due to the thought of you flaunting her among coworkers.

-Yes baby, I can't help but presume my girlfriend. -You shrugged and finally came out of the kitchen ready with the food and a couple of tall glasses, not long after you came out with a fresh bottle of white wine to go with the dinner.

-This all look so awesome! I didn't know you were such a good chef... -She says with a sultry voice flirting so blatantly the whole thing felt like two youngsters discovering their new love. -You spoil me too much, I guess tonight I'm going to have to be extra kinky...

-Eunha, behave yourself. -You say jokingly in a very poorly acted stern voice. -I'm not that kinky... -You blushed embarassed for her teasing.

During the rest of the evening you two engulfed the food with awe and excitement, since there was no words exchanged, the looks between you two flew in a mute ode of romance, teasing and... dirty talk.

After such buffet served on your dinner night the only thing left was to rest the food with a movie in your living room, between you two there was always a banter to choose this movie so both could be pleased... although deep down you always knew that she's the one to win since her puppy eyes are almost impossible to say no to.

-Baaaaaaaaabeeeeee, let's watch scary movies! Pleaseeeeee? -She attacks first with pouting.

-But sweetie, you fall asleep always in the middle of the movie, lets watch something with action... adventure, you haven't seen Lord of the Rings, have you? -You block her first punch and answer with a broad swing.

-No, that's only half-naked dudes slashing and punching, no fun... -She holds her chin thinking. -Why don't we watch a Disney movie? Perhaps Aladdin? -She ducks your punch and then respond with a well placed uppercut right on your chin.

-You know I'm a sucker for musicals... -You say to her with a suspicious voice, enjoying the blatant manipulation she just engaged in. -I still don't know... What about Godzilla? You said you wanted to watch it... -You endure that uppercut and throw an open hand punch straight to her cheekbone.

-Mmmm, maybe... But I'm not in the mood for giant monsters destroying cities, plus I don't like the CGI. -She gets ready for her final blow, she knows the power she holds over you and she doesn't hold herself back. -I wanna watch Inside Out babe. -Finally she uses her signatur pout and holds your arm, pressing herself against you and looks from below into your eyes with her stray puppy eyes.

-Fiiiiineeeee. -You answer reluctantly because you know better than upset your cute girlfriend.

As if an oracle predicted it Eunha falls asleep barely at 15 minutes of the movie, your heart flutters at the feeling of her cheek pressing against your shoulder and her steady peaceful breath.

-I love you so much. -You say to her barely above a whisper not really looking to wake her up, slowly and with stealth you turn off the TV and let her lay down on the couch, placing her head on your lap where you start caressing and combing her hair, she stirs around facing your abdomen and curling into a ball right next to you, luckily she brought a blanket for her feet so you cover her to make her comfortable.

Times such as these, so flawless, so quiet, they feel like frozen in time... Her porcelain skin shines under the faint light of the TV and her pink hair spread along your knees and your lap is the perfect combination for you to have to control your every cell not to wake her up and propose right there and then.

Her chest goes up and down slowly following the quiet sound of her breathing, after just a few minutes in which you're completely sure she's fallen completely asleep you let her head rest on a nearby cushion to go and prepare our bed for a much needed long night of sleep. You lift your girlfriend grabbing her gently by her legs and her shoulders, out of love for your girlfriend you just let her in the bed with her current outfit just taking out her shoes and socks.

Finally you start tidying up and cleaning the kitchen and the living room, you turn off all the lights and proceed to lay down on the bed, holding Eunha from behind as the big spoon.

The very next day you wake up next to a pillow with the scent of your girlfriend, but no sight of her.

-Eunha? -You ask still in the recently awoken state and rubbing your eyes. You quiclñy grab your slippers and stand up looking for her just to find her in the kitchen with a very soothing smell of hot coffee.

-Sweetie? Did you sleep well? -She says as she sees you coming out of the room in a groggy state, her outfit changed from her white blouse and furry blazer to a pink pajama with a cotton coat for the cold, a pair of oversized pajama pants and fuzzy slippers. -I didn't want to wake you up, I know you need a good rest.

-It's fine babe... -Yawn. -Did you sleep comfortable? I didn't wanted to wake you just to change into a pajamas last night. -You chuckle remembering her peaceful expression.

-Yes sweetie, I imagined I might fall asleep so I wore comfy clothes.

-You always think of everything even when you're exhausted, that's so cool!

-It's called paying attention to the details, dum dum... -She chukles as well.

-There's only one thing I like paying attention to and she's making coffee... -You walk around the kitchen counter to hug Eunha. -Thank you babe.

-You can thank me by washing the dishes, dum dum. -She says enjoying the closeness of your embrace around her waist, she enjoys this so much she lets out a quiet hum of satisfaction when you start rubbing her arms.

-Okay mom I'll do it soon. -You roll your eyes playfully, but righ away she smacks your cheeks.

-Idiot. -She says with a big smile.

You then start to wash the dishes and notice something you have been noticing for a few days but never really payed total attention to, Eunha's dish was in the fridge with leftovers from last night, she didn't eat the whole thing.

Usually this wouldn't be weird since she stays fit for her own decision, but this time you ensured to give her a reduced portion, so... Why would she left food on the plate?

You spend the rest of your dish washing deep in that thought, not quite being able to explain yourself why that change in her eating habits.

Could it be for health issues? Nah her childhood illness is gone and she told you doctors assured there's no way she'd have it again.

Is she being bullied? Perhaps her coworkers are just jealous she's so fit, but still... She's very confident on herself, it doesn't add up.

What could it be? Is she hiding something?

Your mind runs wild with the possibilities until she gently pokes your shoulder.

-Sweetie? Is everything okay? -She rests her hand on your shoulder, clearly worried.

-Yeah baby I'm okay, I was just lost in thought, that's all. -Surely you didn't lie to her... but you didn't tell her the whole truth as well.

-Is it because of the new construction site rules?

-Sort of yeah, I have the feeling they're withholding information.

-Well babe don't you worry for now for that, it's Saturday, we have to rest.

-You're right babe. What would I do without you? -You clenched your nose playfully to ask her for a kiss.

-You'd be lost, probably even still at the grocery store not knowing what to buy for last night's dinner. -She chuckles and she tips on her toes to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

-I love you, my sweet bunny.

-I love you two, my handsome puppy.

I think perhaps I should've warned about these sweet times, for diabetic people this might not be good for you.

-What are we going to have for breakfast? -She asks once the coffee is poured and you two meet at the table to discuss your day.

-I was thinking of some grilled cheese sandwiches and smoothies.

-Oh, really? -She looks to one side thinking of it but either way accepts the offer. -Sure babe, but we don't have anything for grilled cheese.

-I know, I'm going to order takeout, I want to spend my morning cuddling with you. -You pout as she do with puppy eyes hoping she'd say yes.

-Okay okay babe... -She chuckles. -Come here. -She takes your wrist and walks to the couch where she sits in between your legs and wrapping herself around with your arms. -Babe I.. I want to ask you something, it's... kind of important.

Your heart beats rapidly, anxious and unsure on what to do, what is she wanting to speak about?

-You know you can trust me, honey, of course, talk to me. -You nuzzle your face in the crook of her neck and hold her tight.

-You... you think... -Her voice fades, speaking in such a low voice it's only a faint whisper in the air. -You think I've put on weight? I... I feel like my thighs and belly are getting bigger...

-Wait, honey, is that why you've been eating less? -You ask clearly concerned.

-I thought you wouldn't notice... -She says with a small crack on her voice.

-Babe... -You chuckle slightly obviously not trying to offend her. -I'm worried you might get sick if you don't eat well, for the rest, I don't care... -You start to caress her arms and belly trying to reassure her. -If you feel that you need to do so, I'll support you exercising or eating more veggies, but trust me. -You whisper closer to her ear with a loving voice. -You're perfect just the way you are. Bigger thighs? You know me, that's my favourite feature from you along with your smile and your aroma... Bigger belly? You're just more huggable.

Your words get to her heart, speeding it up so much she feels her own heartbeat on her ears, she goes red and flustered with your words up to the point a small tear of joy falls down her cheek.

-You... you mean it? -Her voice cracking almost going to cry.

-Babe, I really don't care, you can turn brunette instead of your pink hair, or perhaps go bobcut... Hell, you could go bald, gain weight, stop doing your makeup and I'll still love you with all my heart. -You let go of her belly and spin her around gently so she can face you, then you place your right hand on her cheek very gently, caressing slowly. -You're the love of my life, and there's absolutely nothing that could make me love you less.

She leans into your touch, feeling peaceful and reassured with your words, but the faint thought of her insecurities still linger in her brain.

-But... wouldn't you like me to be thinner? -She pouts avoiding your gaze.

-Why would I? Would you stop being Jung Eunbi if you changed or if you gained a pound or two?

-Well... no, but... -You gently lift up her chin to make her meet your eyes.

-No, right? I fell in love with Jung Eunbi, not the body of Jung Eunbi, as long as my baby is still there, I really don't care how you look. -Right after this you clean up the tear that threatens to fall down her cheek.

-You're just too kind to me, you're just saying those words... -She pouts.

Unable to think of anything else to say than the truth that reigns in your heart you just do the first thing that comes to your mind.

You quickly lean forward and press your lips softly against hers, you close your eyes and hum in content, your left hand wanders to her waist and presses her lower back, pushing her body against yours.

-Would you stop loving me if tomorrow I go bald? -You ask after separating your lips from hers.

Her cheeks are blushing wildly and she looks for her breath softly. -No... I wouldn't, but please don't do it, I love your curly hair. -She chuckles feeling reassured by your words and your actions.

-I won't babe, but you get my point, right?

-I... I do, thank you so much sweetie, I love you so much. -She hugs you and nuzzles against your chest, crying slightly out of pure joy and thankfulness by the thought of you loving her that much.

-I love you so much as well, my sweet Eunha.

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 3 months ago

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💄 Anomalous: Chapter Fourteen

Anomalous: You are attending a make-up artist convention in London, England for your work as a MUA yourself. Little do you expect to meet a handsome stranger at a bar, proceed to ditch your friends with him, have a one-night stand, and then flee because you are late for a convention event. Unbeknownst to you, that will not be the last time you see that handsome stranger, and now that you think about it… you really should have gotten his number.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, You Get to Have Sex w/ Tom Dressed as Dream, Unprotected Sex (Reader is on the Shot).

To Note: Tom Sturridge x MUAFem!Reader, Respect The Actor! (This is Fiction), Reader has long hair for reasons, You can thank @pinksirensong for this lovely mini series.

Word Count: ~3.5k

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You stand just off-set, arms crossed, watching Tom in the final scenes of "The Sandman" season two. The soundstage buzzes with the usual controlled chaos of a film set, but your attention remains fixed on him. He's dressed as Dream, his ethereal costume capturing the studio lights in a way that makes him seem otherworldly. You can see the intensity in his eyes as he delivers his lines, the depth of emotion that has made his portrayal so compelling.

As he moves through the scene, you feel a pang of sadness tugging at your heart. This job, this experience—it's been more than just work for you. It's been a whirlwind of creativity and connection, laughter and late nights, all of it intertwined with your growing relationship with Tom.

You glance around at the crew, familiar faces you've come to know and care about over these past months. They bustle about with their own tasks, some unaware that this is your last day on set. You draw a deep breath, trying to keep the wave of emotions at bay.

"Alright, everyone," Neil's voice cuts through the noise, signaling the end of another take. "Let's reset for one more."

Tom steps away from his mark, his gaze searching the room until it lands on you. He offers a small smile, one that carries a mixture of triumph and something softer—something meant just for you. You return it with a nod, feeling your chest tighten with emotion.

"Hey," comes a voice beside you. You turn to see Mason approaching, their makeup still fresh from your earlier touch-ups.

"Hey," you reply, managing a smile.

"You doing okay?" they ask, concern evident in their eyes.

You shrug lightly. "Yeah, just... it's weird knowing this is my last day."

Mason nods in understanding. "You'll be missed around here," they say genuinely. "But hey, you've made quite an impression."

You chuckle softly. "Thanks."

The call for silence goes out as the scene resets. You focus back on Tom as he resumes his place under the lights. His dedication is mesmerizing; every gesture and word is delivered with such conviction that it's hard not to get lost in his performance.

"Hey, we need you over here," one of the PAs calls, pulling you out of your reverie.

You glance back at Tom one last time before making your way over to where Agnes and Simoné are huddled with the rest of the makeup and costume crew. The air hums with a mix of excitement and nostalgia as everyone discusses their plans for after the show wraps.

Agnes spots you first. "There she is! We were just talking about you."

Simoné grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, we were wondering if you'd finally made up your mind about... you know."

You nod, your heart pounding a little faster. This decision has been weighing on you for weeks, and now it feels like the right moment to share it. You glance over your shoulder toward Tom, who's deep in conversation with Neil. His laughter rings out across the set, a sound you've come to cherish.

"Yes," you say firmly, turning back to face Agnes and Simoné. "I've made my decision."

Agnes raises an eyebrow, clearly curious but respectful enough not to press further in this public setting. Simoné nudges her with a playful grin. "Well, don't keep us in suspense forever."

"I submitted the paperwork," you tell them earning yourself a bunch of soft squeals. "Don't squeal yet, I don't know what will happen. In the mean time, I will see you later. I need to clear my mind. " They give you pouts, but nod in understanding.

You slip away from the group, your heart still heavy with the weight of your decision. The familiar path to Tom's dressing room feels almost surreal today, every step echoing louder than usual in the quiet corridors. You push open the door and step inside, the scent of his cologne instantly enveloping you. It's a comforting presence, one that momentarily eases the knot in your chest.

The room is a mess—scattered scripts, makeup supplies, and costume pieces strewn about. It'd been a scramble to stay on schedule. You set to work, picking up items and putting them back in their places. It's a mindless task, but it gives you something to focus on other than the looming end of this chapter.

You start with the scripts, stacking them neatly on the table. Then you move on to the makeup supplies, carefully organizing brushes and palettes into their proper containers. As you work, your thoughts drift back to all the moments you've shared with Tom in this very room—the laughter, the quiet conversations, the stolen kisses.

The sound of footsteps approaching snaps you out of your reverie. You look up just as Tom enters, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you fussing over his things.

"Hey," he says softly, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing?"

You straighten up, feeling a little self-conscious. "Just... tidying up," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. Tom blinks at you, not believing that you were 'just tidying up'. He knew you, he knew what you were thinking.

You wipe your hands on your jeans, offering Tom a small smile. "I needed something to do," you confess, the weight of your decision pressing down on you once again.

Tom crosses the room in a few strides, his presence filling the space between you. "Talk to me," he urges, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice to convey the jumble of emotions currently warring within you. You didn't know the results of your paper work yet, and you refused to give yourself false hope. Instead, you reach for the edge of his cloak, your fingers brushing against the fabric as you attempt to pick away nonexistent lint.

"Leave it," Tom commands gently, his hand capturing yours. He brings your knuckles to his lips, the warmth of his breath seeping into your skin.

You look up at him, your eyes locking with his. There's a storm brewing in those blue depths—a mixture of desire and concern that mirrors your own feelings.

"Tom..." you start, but he silences you with a soft kiss. It's a sweet, fleeting touch that leaves you yearning for more.

"Let me take care of you," he murmurs against your lips, his hands sliding down your arms to grip your waist.

Before you can protest, he's lifting you onto the edge of the dressing table, his body pressing between your legs. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging gently until your head tilts back, exposing the column of your throat. He trails kisses along your jawline, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he sucks it into his mouth. A soft moan escapes you as you feel the pull all the way down to your cunt.

"Tom," you moan, shivering from the touch of his lips. "We are in your dressing room!"

His lips curve into a mischievous smile against your skin. "I know," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "Makes it all the more exciting, doesn't it?" Your back stiffens the moment his natural voice shifts into the rich timbre of Dream of the Endless.

Tom's lips never cease their exploration of your skin, each kiss a brand that sears through your reservations. You can feel the vibrations of his voice as he whispers to you in that otherworldly tone, a voice that belongs to a realm far beyond the confines of this dressing room. It's a voice that promises wonders and wickedness in equal measure, and it sends shivers cascading down your spine.

His fingers deftly undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing the expanse of your chest. He pauses to appreciate the view, a hungry look in his eyes that makes you feel worshiped and wanton all at once. His touch is reverent as he traces the contours of your body, fingers skimming over your breasts, teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

The sound of your zipper being lowered fills the room, the anticipation of what's to come making your heart race. Tom's hand slips beneath the waistband of your jeans, delving into the heat between your legs. You press your hand over your lips to muffle the moan that you releases the moment Tom's fingers brush against your folds. His fingers find your center, slick and ready, and he lets out a low growl of approval that rumbles through you.

As he begins to stroke you with deliberate, maddening slowness, his voice continues its soft assault on your senses. The words he speaks are laced with the power and timbre of Dream, each syllable a caress that seems to echo in the very marrow of your bones. You can't help but arch into his touch, seeking more of the delicious friction he provides.

"Tom," you breathe through your parted fingers covering your mouth, feeling pleasure trickle down your thighs all the way to your toes. The biting smirk at the edges of his mouth indicate that he was basking in your twitches.

His fingers curl inside you, pressing against that sweet spot that sends waves of pleasure radiating through your body. You grip the edge of the dressing table, your knuckles turning white as you struggle to keep your moans from escaping into the corridor outside. But Tom is relentless, his touch skillful and unyielding, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The combination of his voice and his touch is intoxicating, a mix that blurs the line between reality and fantasy. You find yourself teetering on the precipice, every nerve in your body screaming for release. And just when you think you can't take any more, Tom's teeth graze your throat, and he sucks hard, marking you as his own.

The sensation sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave as you bite down on your lip. Your vision whites out, and all you can hear is the roaring of blood in your ears and Tom's voice, a constant presence guiding you through the hurricane of pleasure.

As the aftershocks subside, you sag against the table, your body boneless and sated. Tom withdraws his hand from your underwear, but not before giving you one last, lingering stroke that makes you shudder with delight. He presses a gentle kiss to the mark he's left on your neck, pleased by the mark already forming.

You're still trying to catch your breath when you feel Tom's fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. You lift your hips just enough to allow him to tug them down, the fabric catching on your thighs as he exposes you to the cool air of the dressing room. His movements are swift, sure—no hesitation in the way he reveals the most intimate part of you to his hungry gaze.

Your eyes drift shut as you feel the heat of his body withdraw for a moment, only to return as he frees his own cock from the confines of his jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering is a harsh, metallic rasp in the otherwise quiet room, a stark contrast to the soft, wet sounds that still echo from your recent climax.

Tom's hand wraps around his length, stroking himself as he looks down at you. His cock is hard and thick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight, your body instinctively preparing itself for what's to come. This is such a bad idea but you didn't want to stop.

He steps closer, the head of his cock nudging against your throbbing. You're still so sensitive from your orgasm that the contact alone makes you gasp and eyes flutter. Tom's other hand grips your hip, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place.

With one swift thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a slight pleasurable sting as your body stretches to accommodate him. You cling to him, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as he sets a rhythm that is both punishing and perfect. Each stroke of his cock hits just the right spot, sending jolts of electricity through your body. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by your ragged breathing and the occasional moan that you're unable to suppress.

Tom's lips crash against yours in a fierce, demanding kiss that leaves you breathless. His tongue delves into your mouth, mirroring the thrusts of his hips as he claims you in every possible way. You can feel another orgasm building within you, your muscles clenching around him as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. You're teetering on the brink, every nerve in your body screaming for release.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Tom's hand slips between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge.

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, your inner walls convulsing around his cock. The sensation is too much for Tom to resist, and with a final, powerful thrust, he follows you into bliss, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his seed. You gasp at the warmth filling you and your eyelashes flutter.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you trace a path up Tom's neck, his skin warm and flushed beneath your touch. You cradle his face, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. His eyes flutter closed at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as you pull him down for another kiss.

His lips move against yours with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, each brush of his mouth a silent promise of what's to come. You lose yourself in the sensation, in the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against yours.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless. Tom gazes down at you, his blue eyes filled with an affection that takes your breath away. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a gentleness that melts your heart.

Tom's thumb traces the line of your jaw, his touch gentle but insistent. He looks at you with those intense blue eyes that always seem to see right through you.

"I don't want you to go," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion.

You swallow hard, your heart aching at the sincerity in his words. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the desperation that mirrors your own feelings. For a moment, you struggle to find the right words, your mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"I..." You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "I applied for an extended visa."

Tom's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of hope igniting in their depths. His grip on your waist tightens slightly as if he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

"An extended visa?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Does that mean...?"

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yes. It means I can stay longer—much longer. If it goes through that is…"

The relief on Tom's face is palpable. He pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, matching your own. Not to mention his seed seeping from your cunt. You'd take care of that later…

"Thank God," he murmurs against your skin. "I didn't want to lose you again."

You hold him close, savoring the warmth and comfort of his embrace. The decision to apply for the extended visa hadn't been easy, but standing here with Tom, it feels like the right one. He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes again. There's a mixture of relief and joy on his face that makes your heart swell.

"When did you apply?" he asks softly.

"A few weeks ago," you admit. "I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure, but… we'll get to that when we get to that."

Tom's arms remain wrapped around you, the warmth of his body lulling you into a state of utter bliss. You savor the feeling, your heart racing with a mix of relief and excitement. You rest your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as you take in the reality of your decision.

"I wanted to surprise you," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Tom's smile widens, his eyes lighting up with joy. "Well, you certainly did," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I can't believe you're staying."

You chuckle softly, the sound easing some of the tension that had built up inside you. "Neither can I," you admit. "But it feels right, being here with you."

Tom's fingers trail down your back, sending shivers along your spine. He gazes at you with such intensity that it makes your knees weak. "I'm so glad you made this choice," he says earnestly. "We have so much to look forward to."

"Yes I think we do," You agree before your smile widens, "But first, you need to help clean me up," you shift your hips against his while raising your eyebrows. The evidence of said mess smearing against your thighs.

"Do I?" Tom speaks as his eyes darken with mischief at your request, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I suppose that's the least I can do," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans. "A delicious treat to end the shooting season."

It is then that you realized that he intended to clean you up with his mouth.

Tom's fingers trail down your thighs, his touch leaving a path of fire in its wake. You can't help but whimper when his cock slides free of your cunt, and even gasp as fingers further tug on your jeans and underwear. He kneels before you, eyes dark with hunger and intent. You brace yourself against the dressing table, your breath hitching as he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. The warmth of his breath sends shivers cascading through you, and you feel your legs quiver.

His hands gently part your thighs wider, and he leans in closer. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, moving higher with each kiss. The anticipation builds inside you and makes it nearly impossible to think straight.

When his mouth finally reaches your cunt a gasp escapes your lips. His tongue darts out to taste you, and the sensation is electric. You can feel every stroke of his tongue as he cleans you up with meticulous care. It's both tender and erotic, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Tom," you moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. Your hips move involuntarily against his mouth, seeking more of the delicious friction he's providing.

He hums against you, the vibration adding an extra layer of sensation that makes you shudder. His hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he continues his sweet torture. Each lick and suckle is deliberate, designed to drive you wild with need.

Your breathing becomes ragged as he works you over with his mouth, the pressure building once again within you. You can feel another orgasm approaching, this one more intense than the last. The room seems to fade away as you're consumed by the sensations he's eliciting from your body.

"Tom," you gasp again, your voice trembling with need. "Please…"

He looks up at you through hooded eyes, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he continues to pleasure you. His tongue flicks over your clit with precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

The pressure builds to an unbearable peak, and with one final flick of his tongue, you're sent spiraling over the edge once more. Your body convulses with pleasure as another orgasm rips through you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Tom doesn't stop until he's sure you've ridden out every last wave of pleasure. Only then does he pull back slightly, his lips glistening with evidence of his handiwork. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh before standing up and pulling you into his arms.

You sag against him, completely spent but utterly content. Tom holds you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he murmurs soothing words against your skin.

"We should get cleaned up for real this time," he says softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You nod weakly but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "Yeah… we really should."

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Bedtime Stories

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"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam asked Dean, angrily, as we drive down the empty wet road. "Because I said so." Dean said, firmly. "We got the Colt now!" I exclaimed. "(Y/n)..." Dean said, warningly.

"She's right. We can summon the Crossroads Demon…" Sam started to say but then Dean starts to shout over him.

"We're not summoning anything."

"...pull the gun on her and force her to let you out of the deal!"

"We don't even know if that'll work!" Dean shouts. "Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!" I shouted at him. "We don't know if that'll work either, (y/n)! All you guys are pitching me right now is a bunch of ifs and maybes and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!" Dean shouts, angrily, at me.

"And if we don't screw with it, you die!" Sam said. "Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation." Dean said. "Why, because you said so?" I asked him, angrily. "YES BECAUSE I SAID SO!" Dean screams out.

"Well you're not Dad!" Sam shouts and he and Dean silently stare at each other. "No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. And both of you are going to let this go, you understand me?" Dean yells while Sam and I stay quie . Sam stares out the window and I scoff and lean back in the backseat, folding my arms across my chest.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean said as he looks at Sam, who doesn't say anything. "C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." He said and Sam picks up a paper from his lap.

"Psychotic killer…rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity." Sam said in a monotone. "OK, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?" Dean asked. "No. But the lunar cycle's right." Sam said. "Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month." I said. "Two days, no sweat." Dean said and we drive down the highway.

The boys and I hold our fake badges with our photos then we close our badges and return them to our suit pockets. Kyle, the lone survivor of the attacks, lies in a hospital bed with bandages and scrapes. "I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page and Detective Jones, we're with the County Sheriff's Department." Dean said.

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you." Kyle said and I furrow my brow at him. "You have?" I asked. "All morning. You are the sketch artist, right?" Kyle asked and Sam and I exchange a look. "Absolutely." Dean said, quickly. "Yeah." Sam mutters, quietly, as I nodded. "Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen." Dean said, laughing, as he pats Sam's shoulder. Sam glares at Dean.

"But listen before we get started on that I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?" I asked Kyle. "I- I have no idea. I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running." Kyle replied. "'Kay. Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember." Sam said as he pulls a small notebook and pen from his pocket and starts sketching.

"Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall..." Kyle said and Sam nods. "Six feet..." Sam mutters. "Dark hair." Kyle said as Dean and I peek at Sam's sketch, which looked like a child drew it.

"Uhm, what-what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?" Sam asked Kyle. "Maybe….blue?" Kyle said. "Blue?" I asked. "It was dark." Kyle replied. "Did they seem..." Dean then clears his throat. "Uh, animal-ish?" Dean asked, finishing. "Excuse me?" Kyle said, confused.

"What about his teeth? You notice anything strange about 'em?" I asked and Kyle shakes head. "No, they were just teeth." Kyle said. "Teeth, OK." Sam mutters as he continues to draw.

"How about his fingernails?" Dean asked. "OK look he- he's just a- a normal guy, with normal eyes and- a-and teeth and fingernails!" Kyle exclaims. "Look sir, it's OK if-" Sam tried to say but Kyle shakes his head. "No. No. Those were my brothers. This guy, he- he killed my brothers." Kyle said, in despair then looks up at me and Sam.

"How would you feel?" He asked us and there was a pause before Sam speaks up. "I can't imagine anything worse." He said and Dean glances at Sam. "I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details." Dean said as Kyle looks down like he was thinking.

"Th-there was one more thing he had a- a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. It's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner-" he said and my eyes widen at this. "Wile E. Coyote!" Dean and I said in unison then we smiled at each other. "Yeah, that's it." Kyle said then the doctor walks in.

"Kyle?" He asked and Kyle looks up at him. "Dr. Garrison." He said. "How you holding up?" The doctor asked. "OK, considering." Kyle replied. "You're Kyle's Doctor?" Dean asked. "Yes?" The doctor said and Dean holds up his badge. "Can I just ask you a few questions?" Dean asked and the doctor nods. "Sure." He said then Dean looks over at me and gestures for me to follow him.

So Dean, the doctor and I leave the room leaving Sam with Kyle.

"Boy, this is a piece of uh, art. Really." Dean said, chuckling, as he looks at Sam's drawing as we walk down the street. Sam snatches back the notebook from Dean. "Yeah like you could've done any better." Sam grumbles and Dean andni chuckle.

"So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?" Sam asked us. "Not much, they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give us the lowdown on the Coroner's report." I said. "Lemme guess, their hearts were missing." Sam said. "Nope." I sighed.

"But chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines." Dean said and Sam scrunches up his nose. "That's just gross." He said. "Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior." I said. "So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed." Sam said.

"Why would a Demon stop halfway through an attack?" Dean asked. "I think that, uh.. Coulda... Yeah, I got nothing." Sam said, shrugging. "Me neither." Dean and I said as we continued to walk on.

The next day, Sam, Dean and I, in suits, approach the nurses station at the hospital. There was another attack that involved a murder, this time it was a couple. The woman survived but the man didn't make it.

Two Sheriff's deputies exit a patient's room and the boys and I turn away from them and focus on a set of flowers on the counter. As the deputies pass by, we turn and continue down the corridor to the room where the deputies exited. "Please, please." The woman, Juile, pleads to Dr. Garrison.

"Shh. Hey, we need to observe you while the drugs still might be in your system." Garrison said as he tries to calm her down. "I have to go. I have things to do, arrangements I need to make!" She cries. "It can wait. Now you need to rest. Stay. Be back in a few minutes." Garrison said to her then he walks towards us as we stand in the doorway.

"Detectives." He said.

"Dr. Garrison." Dean said, nodding.

"What the hell is going on here? My whole town is going insane." Garrison said. "We'll let you know as soon as we do." Sam said and Garrison leaves. The boys and I move into the room. "Ms. Watson? Hi. We just need to ask you a few questions." I said as we produce our badges.

"Do we have to go over this again, now?" She asked, slightly annoyed and tired. "We'll try to be brief. Ms Watson, can you tell us how you got away?" Sam asked her and Julie nods. "I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it. And, when the old woman was...carving up Ken, I shoved her and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove." She explained then she looks up at us, tears in her eyes.

"She's dead, right? I- I killed her?" She asked, sobbing. "D'you have any idea why she did this to you?" Dean asked her. "No! One minute she was a sweet old lady and the next she was, like, a monster." Juile said.

"Can you remember anything else?" I asked her. "Um, yeah. Did you find a little girl there, by any chance?" She asked and we furrow our brows. "A little girl? At the house?" Sam asked, confused. "I thought I saw her outside the window. She just disappeared. Just vanished, into thin air." She replied and the boyd and I look at each other.

"It m-must've been the drugs." Julie said, shaking her head slightly. "This disappearing girl what'd what did she look like?" Dean asked. "Does it matter?" She asked him. "Yes. Every detail matters." I said and she sighs. "She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around eight. She was a beautiful child, it was...odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible." She said.

"Well there's no sulphur anywhere, how about the EMF?" Dean asked us as we look around the old lady's house, which was in the middle of the forest. "Yeah, it's going nuts. Right over here by the window. There's definitely a spirit here." Sam said as he waves his EMF detector.

"Who stood outside the crime scene and watched." I said and Sam nods. "Looks like." Sam said and then something clicked in my mind and I stopped in my tracks. Since the attack on Kyle and his brother, I always had this nagging feeling like this sounded familiar. And now looking around at this place and what Juile said it starts to hit me.

"What the Hell do you guys make of that?" Dean asked. "Actually I do have a theory. Uh, sorta." I said. "Hit me." Dean said as the boys look at me. "Well, thinkin' about fairy tales." I said and Dean gives me a bewildered look. "Oh that's- that's nice. You think about fairy tales often?" Dean asked me and I scoff and shake my head. "No, Dean she's talking about the murders." Sam said and he looks over at me. "Right?" He said and I nod. "Yeah. A guy and a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em? That's Hansel and Gretel. Then we got three brothers arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big Bad Wolf." I said.

"Three Little Pigs." Dean said and I nod. "Actually those guys were a little chubby. Well wait I thought those things ended with uh, everyone living happily ever after?" Dean asked. "No, no. Not the originals." Sam said. "See the Grimm brothers stuff was kinda the folklore of it's day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Now, it got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories." I explained

"So you think the murders are uh, what? A re-enactment? That's a little crazy." Dean said and I look at him in disbelief. "Crazy as what? Every day of our lives?" I asked him. "Touché." He said as he points at me.

"How's the creepy ghost girl involved?" Dean asked. "Uhm, well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too." I said. "We gotta do research now, don't we?" Dean asked and Sam and I shrug then Dean closes his eyes.

Later, Dean and I exit the library, Dean not looking happy. "So?" Sam asked. "Checked every record they had. Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size." Dean said as we walk across the road toward a park. "OK." Sam said.

"Wanna know how many how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?" I asked Sam. "Zero." Sam replied as we walk up to the park. "Zero! You wanna know how many how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again. Zip. zilch, nada." Dean said, annoyed, then he turns to Sam.

"Tell me you've got something good 'cause we've totally wasted the last six hours." I said. "Well you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s." Sam said. "She got a thing for fairy tales?" Dean asked. "Nah, trances. See she'd go into these unconscious states where uhm, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits." Sam replied.

"A ghost puppet master." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Think that's what this kid is doing? Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?" I asked Sam. "Could be. You know, kinda like uh, a spirit hypnosis or somethin'." Sam said. "Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us." Dean said and we stop walking. We look down to see a bullfrog sitting in our path, croaking.

"Yeah, you're right that's completely normal." Sam said, sarcastically, and the bullfrog croaks again and again. "All right maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales." Dean said. "I tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog." I said and Dean chuckles then the frog hops away.

"Hey, check that out." Sam said as he points to a house opposite which has a pumpkin sit on the porch. "Yeah? It's close to Halloween." Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "What? D'you remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?" I asked him.

"Could you be more girlie?" Dean asked and I glared at him. "Hey, don't blame me for knowing these fairytales. My dad would read them to me when he wasn't hunting. And when I was a kid." I said and Dean looks down. "Sorry." He said and I smirk a bit then kiss his cheek. "You're forgiven." I said and we head towards the house.

Sam picks the lock and the three of us enter. Then we split up and begin to search search the house. We hear a noise and draw our guns as Dean closes the front door then we continue to search.

At another noise, Dean motions for Sam and I to head toward it, Dean follows. "Help I'm in here!" A woman's voice shouts and we come up to the kitchen. "Hey, hey." Sam said as we see a teenage Girl handcuffed to the oven. "It's OK we're here we got you." Sam said as he opens his lock pick kit.

"You have to help me, she's a lunatic." The girl said. "What happened?" Dean asked. "My step mom, she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me. Chained me up." The girl said. "Where is she now?" I asked her. "I don't know." She said and I look through the kitchen door and spot the little dark-haired girl peeking out.

"Boys." I said and Sam and Dean look up and sees her as well. The little girl turns away and I follow her. I walk through the house to the entryway and see the little girl standing in the living room. She walks out of sight and I enter the living room, and look around, but the girl is gone. I pause, then turns around to see that the little girl has reappeared.

"Who are you?" I asked her but the little girl is silent. She flickers and vanishes. I look down, surprised, at a red apple on the rug then I pick it up and examine it. "Oh no." I whispered as I realized what this represents.

Dean sits on the hood of the Impala, playing with the apple after I handed it to him, then Sam approaches. "Paramedics picked up Cinderella." He saidm "That's good." Dean said and he tosses the apple to me. "So...Little girl, shiny red apple. I'm guessing that means something to you, fairy tale girl?" Dean asked me and I scoffs. "Yeah, it's Snow White." I replied.

"Snow White? Ah I saw that movie. Oh the porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother? Woo, she was wicked." Dean said as he grins and I let out a noise of disapproval. "There is a wicked Stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple." I explained.

"But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?" Dean asked. "No. Puts her into a deep sleep, so deep it's almost like she's dead." I said as we get into the Impala.

"No, sorry. We don't have any comatose little girls." The nurse told us after we arrive back at the hospital. "You sure?" Sam asked. "Totally. It's mostly old guys. And well...Callie. She's been around since before I started here." The nurse replied.

"Callie?" Dean asked. "Yeah, it's so sad. And poor Dr. Garrison he just won't give up on her." The nurse said. "Is Callie one of his patients?" I asked her. "No. His daughter." She said

Qe arrive at Callie Garrison's room and stop outside the doorway. We watch as Dr. Garrison reads to Callie. "...and the Huntsman stepped inside, and in the bed lay the Wolf. So the Huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the Wolf's belly."

I glance at the boys just as Dr. Gareison notices us. He puts down the book, gets up and walks to us. "Detectives. Can I help you?" He asked us after he clears his throat. "We just...heard that Callie is your daughter." Dean said. "And we wanted to say how very sorry we are." Sam said and Garrison nods. "Well, uh. Thank you. If you'll excuse me." He said and he walks out in the hallway.

"Oh, heading this way? We'll walk with you." Dean said as we follow him. "How long's Callie been like that?" I asked him and Garrison looks at us. "We don't mean to intrude, we can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this." Sam said. "It's not easy. She's uh, been here since she was eight years old." Garrison said.

"That's when she was poisoned?" Sam asked. "Yes. Swallowed bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, uh, brought her to the ER here and I was on call." Garrison said. "You're wife was uh, was that Callie's stepmother?" I asked and Garrison stops walking and looks at me.

"Actually, yes. How'd you know that?" He asked and I shrug. "Lucky guess." I said. "Well, Julie was the only mother that uh, Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year and uh, it's just my daughter and me now. She's all I got left." Garrison said then he pauses before he continues. "Uhm, excuse me I gotta get back to work." He said and he walks away.

"Well you're right. It's Snow White in spades." Dean said to me. "Yep. Step-mom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive you think?" I asked them. "Could be like Mischa Barton. Sixth Sense not the O.C." Dean said and Sam looks at him. "What?" Sam asked. "Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies. She played the pasty ghost. You know the, uh, remember the mom had that thing you know, where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention?" Dean said.

"Oh yeah yeah yeah, uh, Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy." Sam said. "Huh, could be." I said. "So say all these years Callie's been suffering silently because nobody knows the truth about what mommy dearest did?" Dean asked as we walk down the reception. "And after all this time her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out." Sam said.

"Right. Meanwhile she has to listen to dad tell her these deranged stories about a rabid wolf or a cannibalistic old lady, it's enough to drive anybody nuts." I said. "OK, but how are we gonna stop her, I mean Callie's stuck here, her father's keeping her body alive." Sam said. "It does make it a bit hard to burn the bones." Dean said. "You think?" I asked when a voice shouts.

"Coming in!"

The emergency doors open and we watch as EMTs bring in an old woman on a stretcher. "OK, what's her status?" A doctor asked. "Seventy-two year old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is eighty over forty and falling. Sinus tachycardia." One of the EMT said.

"Is that a bite?" A doctor asked as he looks over the woman. "Looks like she was mauled by a mad dog or, maybe a wolf?" The EMT said and Dean turns to me. "What was the last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?" He asked me. "Little Red Riding Hood." I replied just as we see a cover is thrown over the woman.

"Excuse me." Sam said as we show our badges to the EMT. "Was she the only victim?" Sam asked. "She was found by the side of the road, barely alive. Alone." The EMT said. "We need to find her next of kin." Dean said. "Yeah, she has a granddaughter." The EMT said.

"Do you have an address?" I asked and the EMT hands a sheet of paper to me. "Thank you." I said then Dean takes the paper out of my hand.

"Hey, you guys find a way to stop Callie, all right?" Dean said. "What about you?" I asked Dean. "I'm gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf." Dean said then he pauses. "Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said." He said and he walks way while Sam and I stare after him.

Sam and I search the corridors until we spot Garrison. "Dr. Garrison! We need to speak with you." Sam said and he comes up to us. "Detectives. What can I do for you?" He asked. "Well, uhm. It's about Callie." I said. "My daughter? What about her?" Garrison asked.

"You know maybe, maybe could sit down for a minute?" Sam said but Garrison starts to get annoyed. "No. What about her?" He asked. "'Kay. Well um. All right Doctor, this isn't gonna be easy. What happened to Callie was not an accident." I said to him.

"Excuse me?" He asked, confused. "I'm sorry, but it's true." I said. "You have no idea what happened to my daughter." He growls then he turns and walks away, Sam and I follow. "There are things you don't know Doctor, about your wife." Sam said to him. "My wife?" He said, confused.

"Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie." I said and Garrison stops and turns back to me and Sam. "Why would you say something so horrible to me?" He asked, upset. "Because we need your help." I said. "Both of you stay away from me, and my daughter, you understand?" He threatens and he walks off.

"Doctor this isn't... Please, uh." Sam said as Garrison goes to Callie's room and shuts the door in our face. Sam and I sigh then Sam opens the door, and we enter and close it behind us.

"I'm calling Security." He said and he reaches for the internal phone. Sam clamps his hand over it to stop him. "No, listen. We don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to us more people are going to get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them." Sam said.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Garrison asked us. "You're going to think we're crazy, but just understand us. Your daughter Callie is still here. She's a spirit." I explained and Garrison looks over at Callie sadly. He sits at the end of her bed, turning back to us. "So you've seen her too." He said and Sam and I look at him, surprised.

"I sensed her, Callie. Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at foot of my bed but I never...believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I-" he stops as he bites his lips. "It wasn't a dream. She looks like she did when she was eight. White dress. Red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you." I said to him and Garrison sighs.

"You guys are not a cops are you?" He asked us. "No." Sam and I replied. "Then who are you?" Garrison asked. "Someone who knows a little bit about this kind of thing." Sam replied.

"But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-" Garrison stutters but I speak up. "Sir. Callie told us." I said and he raises his head up at us. "What?!" He asked, shocked. "Not in so many words, but in her own way. She told us." I explained and he shakes his head.

"My wife loved Callie. So how is- how is that possible?" He asked. "We don't know. But it is." Sam said. "No. No I- I don't believe you." He said and I sighed. "Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please, listen to your daughter." I pleaded to him and Garrison turns and stares at Callie.

He sighs then goes to the side of her bed and bites his lips. "Callie? Callie it's Dad. It's me, Daddy. Is it true? Mommy do that to you? I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is there something you wanna tell me?" He asked and Sam and I look to the aide and see Callie standing next to him.

"Doctor..." we said and he looks up at us and we nod towards his side. He turns to her and kneels down to her. "Is it true?" He asked and Callie's spirit nods. "I'm so sorry, baby. But listen to me. You gotta stop what you're doing, OK? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go." Garrison said, tears in his eyes.

Then he turns back to Callie's body in the hospital bed and kisses her forehead. Callie's monitors buzzed and Sam and I look down, upset, while Garrison weeps and strokes his daughter's hair. He turns, but her spirit is gone.

"And the girl's OK?" Garrison asked Dean as we stand in front of the doctor in the nurses station. Dean nods and Garrison sighs. "So, it's really over." He said. "Yeah. All thanks to you." Sam said. "Callie was the most important thing in my life. But I should've let her go a long time ago." Garrison mutters. "See ya ‘round, Doc." Dean said to him. "I sure hope not." Garrison said then he pats Dean on the shoulder and walks away.

"You know what he said? Some good advice." Dean said and Sam and I look over at him. "Is that what you want us to do Dean? Just let you go?" I asked him. Dean doesn't answer as he looks at me then Sam. And just like that, he walks down the corridor alone while Sam and I watch.

That night, Sam and I grabbed our backpacks as Dean turns over in his sleep. I give him a sad smile towards then looked up at Sam. Sam told me that he was gonna summon the crossroads demon and find away to get Dean out of his contract. And I offered to help as I want to find any way to save Dean.

He nods at me and I nod back as Sam heads for the door, looks back at Dean briefly before he silently departs. I let out a small sigh then go over to Dean, kiss his forehead and head out, quietly.

Sam crouches at the center of a crossroads, holding an open box. He adds a photo ID to the contents, closes the box and buries it with his hands. He dusts off his hands and stands, and both of us survey the four routes of the crossroads.

"Well. Little Sammy Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." A female voice said behind us. We turned around and see a woman in a black dress standing behind us. "I'm touched. I mean...Dean's been to see me twice, but you two? I never had the pleasure." She said as Sam and I glare at her.

"What can I do for you two?" She asked us then Sam draws the Colt and points it at her. "You can beg for your life." Sam said and the demon looks at us in disappointment. "We were having such a nice conversation, then you had to go and ruin the mood." She said.

"If I were you I'd drop the wisecracks and start acting scared." I said, threateningly. "It's not my style." She said then she turns to Sam. "That's not the original Colt. Where did you get that?" She asked but Sam doesn't answer.

"Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass. She'll get what's coming to her...you can count on it." The demon sneered. "That's enough. We came here to make you an offer." Sam said. "You're gonna make ME an offer? That's adorable." She said, incredulous.

"You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, (y/n) lives. You live. Everyone goes home happy. Or..." Sam said then he cocks the Colt. "You stop breathing. Permanently." He threatens. "Oh." The demon said then she laughs. "All this tough talk. I have to tell you, it's not very convincing. I mean, come on Sam. Do you even wanna break the deal?" She asked.

"What do you think?" I asked her. "I don't know. Aren't you two tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his?" She asked me then she turns to Sam. "Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him." She said.

"Watch your mouth." Sam growls. "Admit it. You're here, going through the motions. But truth is…both of you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone." She said and my fists clenches. "Shut up." I growled between my clenched teeth. "No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You two can finally be free." She said. "I said shut up!" I yelled.

"Huh. Doth protest too much if you ask me." She said, smirking. "All right, enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal right now." Sam said. "Sorry sweetheart, but your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's iron clad." She said. "Every deal can be broken." Sam said. "Not this one." said the demon.

"Fine. Then I'll kill you. If you're gone, so's the deal." Sam said and the demon laughs. "Guess again." She said. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Guys, I'm just a sales woman. I got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract, not me. He wants Dean's soul, bad. And believe me. He's not going to let it go." She said. "You're bluffing." I said. "Am I?" She asked then she looks at Sam, who was still holding the Colt.

"Shoot me, if it'll get you off, but the deal still holds, and when Dean's time is up, he's getting dragged into the pit." She said. "Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?" Sam asked. "He's not as cuddly as me I can tell you that." She said.

"Who is it?" I asked, angrily. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry guys. There's no way outta this one. Not this time." She said and I look down in sadness. Sam looks torn, before sighing and shooting the Demon right between the eyes. She goes down with a groan. Sam watches calmly while I looked at the demon's body then I felt a smile form on my lips but then I felt a different wave of emotions wash over me.

Fear

Worry

"Oh, God....what have we done?" I whispered.

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heads up, seven up!

rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people. reposting, as the reblog chains get long!

. . . . . . . Yup, I'm alive (just very, very busy lately) Anyway, I was tagged by my good friend and amazing artist @joyfuladorable and thought this sounded fun. ...It may also be a sort of apology from me for being gone/silent for so long. So! Rather than the last seven lines, here are seven little teasers from fics I've been chipping away at during the bit of downtime I have- when I'm not just playing some Animal Crossing to destress, that is. It's not necessarily the most recent for some of them, but parts that I think you'll enjoy without giving away too much. Enjoy! (Also, please keep in mind that as these are still being refined, there might be parts you see here that may not be present in the final product) ============== Title Pending (Rottmnt) ==============

Not for the first time tonight, Raph had to wonder how he'd gotten to this point.

"There," his companion hissed quietly- a word he never would have used to describe her before this moment.

He leaned over her shoulder and squinted at the figures walking below. "You sure that's them?"

"OF C-!" she choked back her yell and settled for a heated glare. "Yes I'm sure! I'd recognize those ugly outfits anywhere!"

"How can you even see them from so far away?"

"That's how ugly they are."

Despite himself, he snickered a bit. Once he settled down, he crossed his arms.

"You do know this whole thing is crazy, don't you?"

She grinned ferally. "Yep."

"And it's very likely that if we're caught, we'll either get arrested or- if you're right about all this -even die, right?"

"Yep."

"You're insane."

"So are you coming or not?" she asked impatiently.

He looked over the ledge again, watching as the people below continued loading trucks.

"Well, Raph's made it this far," he shrugged, allowing an easy smile to slip onto his face. "And I think I'm overdue for a bit of crazy myself. Let's do it."

"Hell yeah!" Cassandra- Casey, he corrected himself -cheered, pumping a fist. "Let's go, Red!"

The two of them jumped.

============== Dragon of the Sun (TMNT 2003) ============== "Hey, I'm fine! Really! It'd take a lot more than some crazy lizard and spoiled son to take me out!" "You have cracks in your shell. And while I'm sure Donatello has provided excellent care, you are going to the med bay." "...Yes, M'am." Raph snorted softly as he watched Ananda start dragging Mikey away, his little bro not having put up nearly as much of a fight with her as he had against him and Don back home. Then again, he wasn't really surprised either. Maybe it was because Mikey played such a big part in reconnecting her with her dad, which led to her joining the Justice Force, but it was clear that she had a huge soft spot for him.

"And you're positive that there was no lasting damage?" And it seemed like she wasn't the only one. He turned to face Silver Sentry, the usually calm man also watching them go with furrowed brows and a frown. "Not that we could see," Raph sighed. "From what I've gotten him to tell me, he needs to take it easy for a couple more weeks, but he should be fine after that. Let's just hope nothing happens until then." And he really would hope this time. Usually he was itching for a fight within a few days, but if it meant Mike going out to fight before he was fully recovered? No way. Silver Sentry gave a sigh of his own. "And here I thought we could avoid this very thing by only making him an honorary member." ============== Turning Back Time (Linked Universe) ==============

"Hey, Time, do you have any other masks?"

Wind's question immediately caught the group's attention as they settled down to eat. Warriors looked up, admittedly curious as to how he would respond, especially since he knew Time would probably want to keep those cards close to his chest in order to mess with them.

But perhaps he was still remembering Hyrule's misunderstanding from the other night, since he was surprisingly straightforward in his answer.

"Quite a few, actually."

"And are they all magic like the- bunny hat?!"

There was something else Wind was going to say there, he realized, and judging by the way the others' gazes seemed to sharpen at the slight pause, they'd noticed it too.

Come to think of it, the two of them had been together this morning, hadn't they?

He thought about that for another second, then felt a chill of dread.

Could they be working together now? Sweet Hylia, he hoped not. Just remembering the sorts of things they'd accomplished together between battles during the war made him want to run far, far away. He was ninety percent certain that half the reason Impa disliked him so much was because of these two. He wondered if it would be possible to switch sides. ============== Recollections (Linked Universe) ==============

-of Darkness who sought to plunge the world into fear and darkness under his rule. Fearing his wicked rule, Zelda, the princess of this kingdom, split up the Triforce of Wisdom into-

"-eight fragments," Hyrule weakly read that part aloud, face pale and eyes wide in dawning realization and growing horror. "T-This-…this is-…"

He whirled around to look at Time and Legend, the sickly look on his face growing even worse when they nodded grimly.

"Oh no," he murmured, turning back around and curling a bit into himself.

"Okay, that's enough," Warriors scowled, although the worry in his eyes betrayed him. "Would one of you please just tell us what's going on already?! Why's Hyrule upset now that he's figured out whatever it is you two know?!"

"It's about me," Hyrule explained, looking up at them with haunted eyes. "That story we're reading? It's what happened in my Hyrule. Zelda- my Zelda -broke up the Triforce to keep Ganon from getting it. Shortly after, I found myself on my first adventure."

Silence. Then, the implications finally sunk in.

"Oh, fuck," Wind swore.

"Can't we-?!" Twilight began.

"I doubt it," Time sighed, already knowing what he was going to suggest. "Seeing as we were all brought here, then subsequently locked in, it looks like we're going to have to finish watching before we can leave. And I know it's not going to end with just Hyrule's adventures."

The air between them felt heavy now that everyone knew what they'd be seeing, and there was a pause, as if they all wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Finally, Legend let out an angry burst of air.

"Let's just get it over with," he said. "I know this is the last thing any of us wants, but it looks like we don't get a choice. The sooner we watch it all, the sooner we can leave this hellhole."

An apt description for this place, Time couldn't help but agree. Absolutely no danger to be seen, but somehow just as nerve-wracking as if there was. If not more so.

Another pause, but despite their reluctance, they all knew inaction was an even worse feeling. So Wild eventually started it up again. Fearing his wicked rule, Zelda, the princess of this kingdom, split up the Triforce of Wisdom into eight fragments and hid them throughout the realm to save the last remaining Triforce from the clutches of the evil Ganon. At the same time, she commanded her most trustworthy nursemaid, Impa, to secretly escape into the land and go find a man with enough courage to destroy the evil Ganon. Upon hearing this, Ganon grew angry, imprisoned the princess, and sent out a party in search of Impa.

The black screen started fading into color, although the words remained, and harsh panting could be heard as a landscape came into focus. ============== Title Pending (Trolls) ==============

Floyd was gone.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!"

That simple, heartwrenching fact kept spinning and spinning and spinning in his mind until it was all he could think through the numbness that had taken hold of him.

At least, until Clay's scream managed to break through.

John flinched, finally tearing his gaze from his second youngest brother's crystalized form only to meet the furious, teary eyes of the third's. It was all he had the time to do before Clay shoved him away from where they'd gathered around, the tiny ember of rage that had been ever present in those last few days as a band finally blazing into a wildfire, fueled by the same grief that seemed to have frozen him in place instead.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT WE SPLIT UP! IT'S YOUR FAULT WE WASTED TIME! IT'S YOUR FAULT FLOYD'S-!!"

Clay choked, unable to voice that final, damning word. Instead, his face twisted as it finally seemed to catch up with him. Yet the tears that began to stream down did nothing to soften the anger that continued to burn.

Staring as intently as he was, there was no missing when that anger slipped into hate.

"I'll never forgive you," Clay hissed, his entire body trembling and tense. "We'll never forgive you."

He swallowed thickly and chanced a glance at Bruce and Branch.

They stared back in stony silence.

"I'm sorry," he managed to push through the knot in his throat and a familiar gnawing emptiness that began to settle in his heart.

Sorry he'd failed them…

Sorry he couldn't protect them…

Sorry he'd hurt them…

Sorry he couldn't be what they'd wanted him to be.

His apology only seemed to anger Clay further.

"You're sorry?! Is that all you can-?!" He cut himself off, and took a deep breath. When he spoke next, it was with piercing finality. "All you've ever managed to do is ruin things. Ruin us. So, if you're really as sorry as you say you are, you'll keep yourself from ruining what's left."

"Clay-" Viva protested, concern thick in her voice as she stepped forward.

Clay cut her off with a look and a shake of his head, but the bit of John that didn't feel numb appreciated the attempt.

She was good for him, he thought. He hoped they could be happy together.

Without him.

Because that was what they wanted, he realized. It was what they'd always wanted. Hadn't they always told him to mind his own business? To go away? To leave them alone? It was him who had been too stubborn to listen. Who had ignored what they'd practically been screaming in his face for years.

Not anymore, he promised. He'd already messed things up enough. For once, he was going to do something right by them.

Clay was distracted by Viva, and the others had gone back to looking at Floyd. It was like the universe was agreeing with him, telling him that he needed to take himself out of their lives for good.

He took a step back.

Two…

Three…

He took in the sight of his brothers one last time, knowing that it really would be the last time, and climbed into Rhonda.

"Let's go, girl."

She fought him for a moment, and he felt yet another pang of guilt- she'd gotten attached to them, it seemed -but eventually allowed herself to be steered away with a melancholy warble.

"It's for the best," he told her softly, eyes closing in resignation at the hollowness he could hear in his words.

A hollowness he'd experienced just one other time in his life and struggled to escape. Even now, he could see it overtaking him again in the way the color slowly leeched from his fingers and trailed up his arms.

That was fine. Last time, he'd pushed forward for Rhonda. For his brothers. For his-

He closed his eyes and slumped in the driver's seat as a fresh wave of loss swept over him.

This time, when the emptiness threatened to swallow him whole, John Dory looked into the abyss and hung his head.

It was time to stop fighting. ============== Journey (Pokemon SI/OC) ==============

"Satoshiii, you've got to be kidding me!" I groaned as I pulled his curtains open. "Seriously?! You promised you wouldn't sleep in!"

Ash waking up late was a running gag in the anime. I knew this. Really. I did.

I just hadn't realized how bad that habit actually was.

"EHHH!?!? Amy, what time is it?!"

Mrs. Ketchum must have had the patience of a saint dealing with this every single day.

"Late enough that you're only gonna have time to get dressed! Now, move it!"

"But, breakfast-"

"MOVE IT!"

He yelped and scrambled off the bed, and I hurried out of the room to give him privacy. Walking back to the kitchen, I huffed as I took a seat, rolling my eyes when I heard a loud thump echo from upstairs.

"Never a dull moment with that kid," Papa chuckled quietly into his tea, still a bit bleary-eyed himself.

"Good thing he spent the night. With Hanako gone, he wouldn't have had anyone to wake him up," Mama shook her head with a fond smile.

"Next time I'm leaving him," I grumbled, though it was halfhearted at best.

Mama handed me two lunches and I secured them in my bag before grabbing some extra riceballs for Ash and placing them on top.

"Is Shigeru going to be taking part in the field trip?"

"He said he hears enough about it at home, so no. Good thing too, I don't wanna babysit him and Satoshi. I wanna see some pokemon, too!"

It was a good way to test how things could be once I began my journey. At first, Mama and Papa had been a bit hesitant to agree when Ash brought it up yet again (he did so every year, but this was the first time we were old enough to actually go), but Uncle managed to convince them. I was going to be with a group, and Professor Oak was sure to have at least Arcanine with him, so I would be more than safe.

To his credit, Ash only took a few minutes to get dressed, but our house was a bit of a walk from Professor Oak's lab, and we found ourselves having to sprint for the last stretch of it.

"-guess we're setting off," I heard Professor Oak say and immediately pushed myself just that little bit more.

"Wait!" I called while waving my arms, never more grateful for all the running I'd done during training than at this moment. "We're here!"

I slid into the meeting place like a baseball player, taking care not to squish the contents of our lunches as I allowed myself to drop onto the grass to catch my breath. Ash was still a bit behind me, but they should be willing to wait now that I'd made it.

"Way to look like a total loser," a familiar, though currently unwelcome, voice cut in through the harsh pants.

I groaned. "I thought you weren't coming."

"I'm not," Gary scoffed. "I just got curious because Gramps hadn't left yet. Shoulda known it would be you two behind it."

"And I should have known you'd be too nosey to not butt in."

============== Horizons (FF7 SI/OC) ==============

Ryuu stretched as he wandered into the entrance area of the inn, not bothering to hold back a wide yawn as he tried to shake off the last vestiges of drowsiness. Overall, he felt much better than yesterday, his various pains now muted to a dull ache instead of the sharp throbs and spikes of before. Thank fuck for accelerated healing. Probably one of the highlights of being SOLDIER, in his opinion. Cassie's potions had only helped in that- he'd probably be back to normal by the end of the day or early tomorrow at this rate.

It was early- enough that the sun was just barely starting to rise -but to his surprise he wasn't the only one awake. The innkeeper was already up, phone pressed up against his ear and having what seemed to be a pretty serious conversation if his expression was any indication.

"-keep an eye out for him, don't you worry…It's the least I could do after everything your daughter's done for us. Besides, I know I'd want someone to do the same if it were one of my girls missing…" He sighed, tone turning apologetic. "I don't. Wasn't expecting her to leave so suddenly, or else I would've asked…I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a tough girl, and clever. She practically saved this town."

Wait. He couldn't mean-

Now completely awake, he rushed back upstairs, only just catching the innkeeper's now confused expression as he continued his conversation with who he was becoming more and more certain was Cassie's family, though unfortunately missing the question itself in his haste to check on her.

"Son of a bitch," he hissed upon opening all the guest rooms and finding them empty. "You little shit."

Is this what it felt like to have a younger sibling? He was pretty sure this was what it felt like to have a younger sibling. This sheer frustration and annoyance- suddenly, all of his friends' complaints made so much more sense. Not to mention the worry. What if she ran into something else she couldn't fight? She said that bodyguard of hers could keep her safe but how could he be sure of that? She hadn't even let him meet the guy!

Cassie'd left early on purpose. He was sure of it. The question now was why.

He wanted nothing more than to chase her down and find out, but as it stood, he couldn't. He'd updated ShinRa on his status the moment looking at his PHS didn't make his head feel like it was going to explode, but while they'd allowed him some recovery time, they were also being very pushy in their reminders that he report as soon as possible. He could understand the insistence- absolutely no one had expected what sounded like a run-of-the-mill monster extermination to put a SOLDIER out of commission, even if only for a day or so -but he wished he could just-

His PHS buzzed in his pocket, and he sighed, heading for the stairs again.

============== ============== ============== And there you have it! Hope you enjoyed the little clips! Like I said, I am working on them. It's just a lot slower than it used to be since I have a longer commute to and from work now, and by the time I get home, I'm usually too tired to write. I'll be going on a short vacation in about two weeks or so to visit my bro, and I hope to get a good chunk of writing done during that time. You may see a few chapters pop up then. Fingers crossed, at any rate. For now, I think it's back to chipping at them a little bit more. Take care!

#Multiple fic teasers #Untitled fic- Rottmnt #Dragon of the Sun- fanfic #Turning Back Time- fanfic #Recollections- fanfic #Untitled fic- Trolls #Journey- fanfic #Horizons- fanfic #thanks for tagging me Sea #Enjoy the DotS snippet #As previously mentioned there be superheroes in the next chapter #And more Raph #Xenocanaan the Horizons snippet is for you #Thank you for always checking up on me and sending me all those nice messages #I don't say it enough but I really appreciate it #Hope you're doing well!#Anyway I need to go put my blankets in the dryer #later!

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miraculous-the-spectacle · 27 days ago

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everything i've every let go of has snake bites (1/4)

a/n this is part of a dark romance smut fic featuring unhealthy individuals and behaviors. you've been warned <3

Marinette was looking up at him with those big blue eyes again- the way she did last time she needed a no-questions-asked raincheck mid-date. The first time she pulled out the doll-eyed please won’t you love me look it was right after an alarm from her purse went off. At the time Luka had chalked it up to her accidentally double-booking herself and let it go, feeling more pleased with the new image of Marinette in his head than disappointed in having to pause their movie and kissing her cheek goodbye.

Then it happened again.

And again.

He knew his beloved was a busy girl. She was surrounded by people she cared for and who loved her, and her favorite way to express that was taking care of them. That took up a lot of her time. The free time she did have, she chose to spend with him- he was grateful.

So, contrary to popular belief, it wasn’t the fact that she was leaving that made these spontaneous departures so torturous. No, no, it was something much more- it was the face.

Each time without fail her cheeks would get this light blush, perfectly displayed by the way she looked straight up at him with her neck bent. Her lips would part ever-so-slightly as she waited for him to respond and she’d blink her lashes in suspension. It was tantalizing.

Naturally, each time she did this, he would have to turn away from her to answer. The few times he tried not to, he came dangerously close to devouring her on the spot- it was too risky.

Luka couldn’t help but chuckle at his own predicament. Here he was, a musician with a penchant for deep emotions and a heart that thrummed with the rhythm of love, and yet, every time Marinette flashed that irresistible look, he felt like a moth drawn to a flame. His stomach twisted, excitement and anxiety blending together like the chords of his guitar, creating a melody he couldn’t shake.

She was everything he had ever wanted—kind, creative, and so utterly captivating. But that look, those pleading blue eyes, made him feel like he was constantly teetering on the edge of something far more intense than just a casual relationship. It was a thrill, yes, but it was also a challenge; every departure felt like an unsung note left hanging in the air, a longing that needed to be fulfilled.

“Marinette?” he finally managed, turning back to her after he’d steadied himself with a deep breath. “Where are you off to this time?” He tried to sound casual, but his voice wavered slightly, betraying his eagerness to keep her there just a little longer.

She bit her lip, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “Uh, it’s just… Alya needs my help with a project. I promised her I’d be there.”

“Of course,” he said, even as disappointment flickered through him. It was so like Marinette to prioritize her friends, to always be there for them when they needed her. He admired that about her, but it made the moments they shared feel all the more fleeting.

“Maybe I could come with you? I could help, too,” he suggested, trying to mask the hint of desperation in his tone. The thought of losing her company, even for a short while, made his heart ache.

Marinette hesitated, her expression shifting to one of consideration. “I don’t know… it’s kind of a messy project. You’d probably get paint all over you.” She giggled, and the sound sent another rush of warmth through him.

“Paint? You know I could rock the ‘artist’ look, right?” He grinned, striking a pose as if he were a famous painter unveiling his latest masterpiece.

“Okay, maybe it would be kind of fun.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up with the spark he adored. “But I really need to help her out. I promise we can hang out again soon, just the two of us.”

The way she promised made his heart flutter, but the tension in his chest remained. “Yeah, soon,” he echoed, though he couldn’t shake the feeling of longing. “I’ll see you later, then?”

“Definitely!” Marinette beamed, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. It was just a simple gesture, but it sent electric thrills coursing through him. “Thanks for understanding, Luka.”

She stood, the moment stretching like an eternity as she lingered for just a second longer. He caught a hint of her floral perfume in the air, an intoxicating mix of fresh blossoms that filled the small room and lingered long after she had gone.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Luka leaned back against the couch, his heart racing. He couldn’t help but think about how many times this had happened—how often Marinette seemed to slip through his fingers just when he wanted to pull her closer. Each time, it felt like a reminder that even in their budding relationship, there was a boundary he couldn't cross, a tension that remained unspoken between them.

He picked up his guitar, fingers dancing across the strings absentmindedly as he strummed a soft tune. The notes hung in the air, mirroring his thoughts—melancholy yet hopeful, each chord resonating with the desire to keep her close, to bridge the distance created by her ever-busy life.

Luka closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. He’d make her something special, a song just for her—something that encapsulated everything he felt but couldn’t say. Maybe it would be his way of reminding her, even when she was busy helping others, that she was always in his heart.

With renewed determination, he began to compose, pouring his emotions into the melody, hoping that one day he’d find the right moment to share it with her—along with the feelings he had yet to fully express. Until then, he would wait, guitar in hand and a heart full of songs.

He hadn’t expected it to follow him into his dreams.

There she was, his vision of life shown through this beautiful girl- only her blush was a little darker. Those piercing blue pleading eyes were more cloudy than before, as though she was lost in a haze.

“Luka?”

She reached out to him and cupped his jaw with her out-streetched hand. Leaning back slightly, he realized he’d been sitting on his bed.

“Please?” She followed him back, bringing her knees to either side of his legs.

“Of- of course you can go, Marinette.” He placed both hands on her shoulders to reassure her, “I’ll be here waiting for you.”

She bit her lip and shook her head, “No, Luka, please.”

Bringing her hips down to rest on his Luka took a sharp gasp of air before grabbing her waist. “Marinette, what-” but she’s kissing him again. Leaning in and pecking his lips once, twice, before deepening it into something more as they both lay back on the bed. Feeling her tongue wet his lips nearly breaks him in two and it takes everything to keep himself present and mindful.

They break apart, connected by a trail of saliva as Luka brings his fingers up to play with her hair. “My love,” he looks up at her this time, “what is going through that head of yours?”

But dream Marinette didn’t answer, she only faded into dust to be carried away by the wind.

His new motto was not to worry about it. If fretting over Marinette’s disappearing acts was going to bring him a new level of hell in his sleep resulting in a long, and very cold, shower in the morning, then he wasn’t going to think of it at all.

He tried, really, but it was a losing game. Every time she left with those wide, hopeful eyes and that soft smile, he felt himself caught in her gravity all over again, the memory of her touch lingering far longer than he wanted to admit. He’d spend hours with his guitar in hand, fingers running over chords as he tried to compose something that could express what words failed to capture—a song that could convey how he felt about her, even as she continued to slip away.

The melody was almost there, just on the edge of perfection, haunting and beautiful. It was soft but desperate, weaving through the tension and yearning that grew every time he was left standing in her wake. But he was still missing the final piece, the line that would tie it all together.

And then, one night, it clicked. The words came to him like whispers in the quiet of his room: I’ll be here waiting, in case you need me… even if you never come. He didn’t know if he’d ever find the courage to play it for her, but having it finished brought a strange sense of relief.

The next time they were together, Luka felt it there, humming beneath the surface. She was laughing about something silly, her fingers gesturing animatedly, and he couldn’t help but watch her, knowing his song captured every single ounce of this feeling—a mixture of happiness and the familiar ache of watching her slip further away, like sand through his fingers.

But just as he began to relax, the familiar alarm chirped from her purse. Marinette’s laughter stilled, and her cheeks took on that familiar blush, her eyes darting down. Luka’s heart sank, even as he smiled and nodded, bracing himself for her inevitable goodbye.

“I, um… I really have to go,” she stammered, giving him that look. “I’m sorry, Luka.”

Before he could respond, he felt the weight of his own song pressing down on him, the words and music he’d poured out suddenly too real. He forced a smile, struggling against the wave of helplessness that always came at these goodbyes.

“It’s okay, Marinette. Go on, do what you have to do. I’ll… I’ll see you later.”

She looked at him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to say something—her lips parted as if to speak, her gaze flickering with something close to regret. But then she closed her purse with a snap, gave him a quick hug, and dashed off, leaving him alone once more.

As she disappeared around the corner, Luka picked up his guitar, cradling it close. He took a deep breath, let the emotions roll through him, and started to play, letting the notes fill the emptiness she left behind.

The notes filled the silence, resonating with the hollow ache in his chest as Luka lost himself in the song he’d written for her. He’d poured his feelings into it, but playing it now, alone in his empty room, felt bittersweet. The melody drifted through the air, its softness brushing against memories of her laughter, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled.

But just as he was about to end the song, a soft knock startled him, breaking his concentration. Luka paused, his fingers frozen over the strings, heart thumping with a strange mix of surprise and hope.

He opened the door, and there she was—Marinette, looking slightly winded, her cheeks flushed with a faint pink. Her eyes softened when they met his, and he realized she was holding something tightly in her hands.

“Marinette?” Luka asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment.

“I… I couldn’t just leave.” She offered him a small smile, hesitating as she stepped inside. “I kept thinking about how you always let me go, no questions asked, and I realized how unfair that is to you. I’m always running off, and you never complain.” She looked down, embarrassed, but there was something vulnerable in her expression, something he hadn’t seen before.

Luka closed the door behind her, his heart racing as he tried to find the right words. “I just want you to be happy, Marinette. Even if that means letting you go sometimes.”

“I know,” she murmured, looking up at him with those same big, pleading eyes, but this time, he felt a new intensity behind them. “But that’s just it—I don’t want to keep leaving you. I don’t want to keep making you wait.”

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing his, and he felt his breath hitch. Her hand was warm against his, grounding him in the present moment. “I didn’t come here just to say sorry,” she continued, her voice soft, “but to tell you that… I think it’s time I stop running away.”

Luka felt his throat tighten, unsure if he was reading too much into her words, but the look in her eyes held him in place, hopeful and honest.

“Luka, I want to be here with you. All of me,” she whispered, and for the first time, she leaned into him without hesitation, pressing her lips softly to his.

He pulled away, too unsure, too full of doubt. “What do you mean? I don’t mind when you have to go Marinette.”

She melted in front of him. “I know,” she latched on to him, “I know and I love that about you, but you shouldn’t have to be.”

He shook his head, “You say you have to go. If you have to then there’s nothing more to say.”

She bit her lip and looked up. “I’m going to try something new. Something a little scary that means trusting more people and losing some control to delegate work, but it’s something I think should happen.” She met his eyes and was caught in them, “Something I need to happen, so I can have this.”

Luka's hand tightened around hers, heart pounding as he searched her face. “Are you… are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, afraid the wrong word might shatter this fragile moment.

Marinette nodded, her cheeks flushed and gaze steady, more certain than he’d ever seen her. "Yes. I want this. I want us, Luka.”

Luka pulled her close, his fingers threading into her hair as he captured her lips in a kiss that was full of all the longing, all the waiting, that had built between them. Her hands slid up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck as she leaned in, melting against him with a soft sigh. They moved together, slow and tender, each touch and kiss a confirmation, a promise that they were finally choosing each other.

Breathless, she pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands still tangled in his hair. “I don’t want to leave you waiting anymore,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain. Luka's heart surged, and he pressed his forehead against hers, taking in her closeness.

“Then don’t,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. He held her gaze, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her cheek, anchoring them in this moment. “Stay with me tonight, Marinette. Just us.”

She nodded, her fingers curling into his shirt as her face softened with relief and anticipation. They eased onto the bed, holding each other close, as if they were both afraid to let go.

Every kiss, every touch, felt like an answer to all the quiet, unanswered questions between them. They explored each other slowly, savoring every moment, every breath. Luka traced his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, his touch worshipful, wanting to make her feel how much she meant to him. Their kisses deepened, the room quiet but for their breaths and soft sighs, their connection overwhelming yet peaceful.

As they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, Luka could feel her heart beating in sync with his, a rhythm he’d felt in every song he’d written, every word he’d been too afraid to say. And as he held her close, he realized he didn’t need the right words anymore—she was here, choosing him, and that was everything.

Luka felt his heart race as Marinette’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her lips, soft and warm against his, deepened their kiss with an intensity that sent shivers through him. He let his hands roam, fingertips tracing a line from her jaw down to her collarbone, feeling her breath hitch beneath his touch. The gentle curve of her neck, the softness of her skin—all of it felt like something he’d waited a lifetime to explore.

They moved together in a wordless rhythm, the energy between them building, each moment more electric than the last. He felt her hands slide down his shoulders, her touch growing bolder, lingering over the muscles she found beneath his shirt. She pressed herself closer, her chest rising and falling in sync with his as his thumb stroked her cheek, their faces so close he could feel the warmth of her breath.

When she drew back to look at him, her eyes were heavy with emotion, her cheeks flushed. Without breaking their gaze, he let his fingers trail along the hem of her shirt, silently asking for permission. She nodded, and he slipped it off her shoulders, revealing the beautiful skin beneath. Her breath quickened as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her collarbone, letting his lips linger as he savored the taste of her, the warmth radiating from her skin.

Marinette’s hands found their way beneath his shirt, her touch tentative but eager, fingers gliding over his chest as she pulled him even closer. He shivered at the feeling, his body responding to every touch, every delicate brush of her hands against him. His lips traveled from her collarbone up to her neck, pressing a series of slow, tender kisses that left her breathless, his hands roaming her sides as he memorized every inch of her.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, each one stoking the fire between them. Luka could feel the tension building as he held her, his hands tightening around her waist, her name a whispered prayer on his lips. She responded with the same need, her own hands exploring him, tracing the lines of his body as if she were committing him to memory.

He pulled back for a moment, just to look at her, to take in the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, and the way her eyes sparkled with the same intense longing he felt. Without a word, they came together again, their bodies pressed so close there was no space between them, their kisses deepening, intensifying, filling the room with the warmth and passion that had been building between them for so long.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered—no alarms, no fleeting goodbyes. Just Luka and Marinette, together, caught in each other’s arms, finally surrendering to the unspoken bond they’d held between them for so long.

He could feel the need underneath the give of her skin. It was pooling and pooling as his deft fingers swiped over her soft stomach quickly before looking back up to her face. He imagined she looked a lot like he used to as he tried his best imitation of her blue-bell beg.

It must have worked, because her hips lifted off the bed and her eyes began to water. “Please,” she pleaded, and by god Luka knew she was real. Her voice rang out in his room better than any dream could conjure, he wished he had recorded it. Pecking her exposed navel gently before unbuttoning her pink jeans Luka briefly considered asking if he could record her, the audio that is, but decided it was probably for the best to save that for later. For now, he had work to do.

Luka’s breath caught in his throat as he unbuttoned her jeans, his fingers trembling slightly. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and his pulse quickened at the intimacy of the moment. Marinette's eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of trust and anticipation, urging him forward.

“Luka,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, sending a thrill through him. He could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, how her lips parted slightly as she waited for him, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was about to embark on the most beautiful journey of his life.

He pushed her jeans down gently, revealing the delicate lace of her underwear, and he took a moment to appreciate her beauty, marveling at the way she glowed in the soft light of the room. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, as if saying it too loudly might disrupt the magic of the moment.

Marinette’s cheeks flushed deeper at his words, her confidence shining through the shyness. “Just you wait,” she teased, a playful glint in her eye that sent another surge of warmth through him.

With a soft laugh, Luka leaned in, pressing kisses along her hips, trailing his lips over her skin, savoring every inch as he moved closer to the waistband of her underwear. She shivered at his touch, and he could feel her body responding to him, each kiss igniting a fire within them both.

“Luka…” her voice was more pant than speech, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze, and found her eyes filled with desire. It was an invitation, and he couldn’t resist.

“Marinette,” he whispered back, feeling a rush of affection wash over him as he pressed his lips against her waistband. He hesitated for just a moment, wanting to savor the anticipation before pulling the fabric down ever so slowly. He wanted to explore her, to worship her, and he wanted her to feel cherished in every way.

As her underwear slipped away, he couldn’t help but admire her—beautiful, confident, and entirely his in this moment. He leaned closer, his heart racing as he pressed his lips against her skin, trailing soft kisses down her thighs, feeling her quiver beneath his touch. Each kiss was a promise, an affirmation of the bond they were forging, one kiss at a time.

“Luka…” she sighed, her voice laced with longing, and it was a sound he could never forget. It was both a plea and a declaration, urging him to continue, to lose themselves in this moment together.

He could feel the tension building, the heat of her body mixing with his own, and he reveled in it, lost in the sensation of her skin against his lips. Each kiss was a reminder of how far they had come, and the journey that lay ahead.

Luka pressed forward, his hands now gently cradling her thighs as he traced soft circles with his fingers, feeling her respond with a soft gasp. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again, the words spilling from him as naturally as the music he loved. This was his song, the one he had always wanted to write, and Marinette was the melody that brought it all to life.

Their connection pulsed between them, a living, breathing entity that bound them together. As he leaned in closer, ready to explore her even more intimately, he felt her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him back for a moment.

“Luka, please…” she whispered again, her eyes pleading, and in that moment, he realized it wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was about the emotions they shared, the bond they had built on trust and vulnerability.

He cooed at the desperate sight she made laid out in front of him before finally bringing his lips to the most sensitive part of her.

Luka's heart raced as he kissed her, each movement deliberate and filled with purpose. The softness of her skin against his lips sent waves of warmth coursing through him, and he could feel the tension between them electrifying the air. As he took his time, exploring the sensitive areas with gentle kisses and teasing licks, Marinette’s breath hitched, her body arching towards him as if urging him to go deeper.

“Luka…” she breathed, her voice a mix of plea and encouragement. It was a sound that ignited something primal in him, pushing him to savor every moment, to take her higher and higher.

He could feel her fingers tighten in his hair, her grip shifting between gentle encouragement and desperate need. With every caress, he was rewarded with her gasps and soft moans, each sound urging him on. He kissed her with intention, a sweet urgency that mirrored the racing of their hearts. Luka reveled in the way her body responded to him, how she writhed under his touch, drawing him in deeper as he explored the contours of her.

Every kiss, every flick of his tongue was a conversation all its own, a language of love that needed no words. He lost himself in the taste of her, the sweet and intoxicating essence that was uniquely Marinette. He could feel her hips moving, seeking more of him, and it filled him with a sense of power, a need to make her feel every ounce of pleasure he could give.

“Look at me, Marinette,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and thick with emotion. He wanted her to see the sincerity in his eyes, the love that flooded his chest as he dedicated himself to her pleasure. When their gazes locked, her eyes were dark with longing, filled with trust and a desperate need that sent shivers of exhilaration through him.

“Luka, I…” she began, her voice faltering as he intensified his movements, swirling his tongue in delicate patterns that sent her spiraling. He held her gaze, watching as her breath quickened, her cheeks flushed with heat.

“Just feel, Marinette,” he urged softly, grounding her in the moment. “Let everything else fade away.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin, amplifying the pleasure coursing through her as he pulled back just enough to watch her face transform with every kiss.

With a newfound fervor, he licked, kissed, and teased, giving in to the rhythm of her body beneath his. Her gasps became more pronounced, a melody he wanted to keep playing over and over. Luka could sense the tension building within her, and he craved to take her to the edge and back again, to explore the depth of what they shared.

As she writhed beneath him, he felt her pulse quicken, the way her body tensed and released in waves of pleasure. “Luka, please…” she gasped again, her voice thick with desire, and he could see she was close, teetering on the edge of something breathtaking.

“Just a little more, love,” he whispered, kissing his way up her thighs, lingering for a moment to tease before returning to the source of her need. He worked diligently, determined to bring her to the peak of pleasure, to hold her hand through the bliss he knew was just within reach.

“Luka!” Her voice rang out like a bell, filled with urgency and passion, urging him on as he poured everything he had into their connection. He felt the world around them fade, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating in unison and the shared gasps of breath mingling in the air.

Finally, he felt her body shatter around him, her cries of ecstasy echoing in the room as waves of pleasure washed over her. Luka savored the sight of her unraveling, the way her back arched and her chest heaved, a beautiful masterpiece he had the honor of witnessing.

As she came down from the high, he pulled back to look at her, the love and adoration in his gaze unmistakable. Marinette’s eyes fluttered open, filled with a mix of awe and gratitude as she met his gaze, her cheeks still flushed from the intensity of their moment together.

“Luka…” she breathed, her voice soft, a smile spreading across her lips as she reached out to cup his face. “That was… incredible.”

He chuckled softly, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “Just wait. We’re just getting started,” he said, the promise of more lingering in the air between them, an electric charge that hinted at the depths of what they had yet to explore.

With that, he leaned in for another kiss, full of love and desire, the world around them fading away once more as they melted back into each other, hearts beating as one. She moaned at the taste of herself on his lips, coating his tongue.

“I need,” she whined, bucking her hips in the air and meeting nothing, “please,” she gasped, holding tight to him.

“My pretty girl,” he praised, petting her softly. It felt so good to be the one helping her, so good to be the only one making her feel this way. The way she gasped his name, the way she begs, he needs to spoil her, show her happiness she never thought possible, spoil her rotten for anyone else.

Luka's heart raced at her words, each plea igniting a fire deep within him. "What do you need, Marinette?" he asked, his voice low and filled with sincerity. He wanted to give her everything, to be the one who made her feel cherished and wanted in every way possible.

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with longing. "I want you," she breathed, her voice thick with desire, "I want all of you." The vulnerability in her gaze sent a surge of warmth through him, and he felt a rush of affection that eclipsed everything else.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, wanting to make sure she felt ready for this next step. "I want to make this perfect for you."

Marinette nodded, her determination clear as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. "I’m sure, Luka. I want you to be with me—completely," she insisted, her voice steady and earnest.

He felt a thrill at her words, a mixture of excitement and responsibility that made him want to protect her heart even more fiercely.

He brought his fingers down to meet her, two parting her lips and the middle one finding her entrance with no difficulty. She was dripping. Adding the second finger in cautiously, Luka realized she must want this as much as he does. Looking at her face she was in no discomfort, no cries of pain, only eyes growing cloudier by the second and lips bound to bleed with how tightly she bit them.

"Okay," he said softly, and with a gentle caress, he lined himself up with her, their bodies perfectly aligned, heartbeats echoing in unison.

As he entered her slowly, he paused, wanting to savor the moment, to feel the connection blossom between them. The world outside faded into nothingness as he focused solely on her, the warmth enveloping them like a cocoon. Marinette's breath hitched as she adjusted to him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, urging him on with a look of raw need.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment, the intimacy that bound them together, stronger than anything he had ever felt before.

"Yes, Luka. Just… please," she gasped, her eyes sparkling with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability that took his breath away.

With a gentle nod, he began to move, slow and deliberate, wanting to give her time to adjust, to feel every sensation wash over her. He pulled out slowly, until he felt tight muscles clench on his head as he nearly left her, before rocking back in. Each thrust was met with soft gasps and sighs that echoed around them, a sweet melody of their joining. He could feel her body responding to him, heat pooling between them as she shifted against him, meeting him with every thrust.

“Just like that,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You feel so good.”

Luka’s heart soared at her words, filling him with a sense of purpose. He wanted to give her everything she craved, to make this moment unforgettable. He picked up the pace slightly, his movements fluid and rhythmic, driving them both closer to the edge.

The world around them vanished as they became lost in each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and tenderness that felt both primal and ethereal. With every thrust, every shared breath, he felt the connection between them grow stronger, a bond that transcended everything else.

Marinette's eyes shone with a mix of wonder and ecstasy, her voice lifting with each movement as she surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through her. “Luka, I… I can’t believe this is real,” she murmured, her hands tracing his back, pulling him closer as if she wanted to meld into him completely.

“It’s real,” he assured her, his voice thick with emotion as he held her gaze. “You’re real. This is us.” He leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss, feeling the electricity between them pulse as they moved together, lost in their world.

As they reached a fever pitch, Luka felt the tension in her body build, the way she tightened around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on with each breathless moan. “Luka, I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice thick with need, and it sent a rush of exhilaration through him.

“Let go for me, Marinette,” he whispered, his heart pounding as he pushed them both closer to the edge. “I’m right here with you.”

He brought a finger to her clit and began circling it in tight movements concentrated on the sharp nerves. He set an unrelenting pace as his fingers damn near vibrated.

With a few more powerful thrusts, he felt her body tense, the moment of release crashing over her like a wave, taking him with her. Her cries echoed in the room, pure and beautiful, filling him with a sense of wonder and joy as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through them both.

Luka felt the world around them blur as he followed her over the edge, their bodies entwined in the most intimate connection imaginable. Every sensation was heightened, each pulse of pleasure echoing through them, creating a bond that felt unbreakable.

As they both came down from their high, he held her tightly, their bodies tangled together, hearts still racing. Marinette looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with joy and satisfaction, and he couldn’t help but smile back at her, feeling an overwhelming sense of love wash over him.

“Wow,” she breathed, still catching her breath. “I… I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“You were amazing, Marinette,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his heart swelling with affection.

She blushed at his compliment, a shy smile spreading across her lips. “We were amazing.”

He chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through him. “Yeah, we really were.”

As they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, Luka knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful— he was so goddamn happy to be with her.

#lukanette #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #miraculous lb #miraculous au #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir

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angelanimedesaray · 7 months ago

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AAAH!!! HELLO!!! I always see you in my feed, I wasn't expecting you in my inbox, but I'm happy to see you here XD

Sooo, the questions. Yes. I am so sorry these are so long, I can't be short and sweet and to the point for anything, I swear, it's always just word vomit and -- I'm rambling again, let's get to it hahaha XD

🍄 A Headcanon for one of my favorite ships/Pairings. Sooooo I don't have a favorite ship/pairing, not really, for the AOT fandom, I'm just kind of vibing over here with most of them XD I'll enjoy Erwin/Levi Content one second, scroll two more posts down and oogle over a Hange/Levi, and then gasp and jealously drink in an OC/Levi art the next second while scribbling down the artist for future reference for the day I can finally afford to request some Levi and my OCs art (I have an OC in mind for every Levi x Reader Fic I've written that I imagine while I write). So it's more like a Levi x Anyone kind of headcanon:

I have always been a sucker for the thought that when Levi get's really comfortable with whoever he's with, and he's letting his guard down more and is cuddling regularly with his SO, that this is a common and favorite position:

Just, the hand running gently through his hair at the nape of his neck, arms wrapped tightly around one another, head pillowed on n their chest, it looks so comfy and warm and comforting for him and uuugggghhhhh I'm a sucker for it, it's my comfort soft thought/headcanon and I love it.

🍓 How did I get into fanfic. Soooo I was already known IRL for loving writing, mostly poetry at the time, and being a huuuuge star wars fan (I was usually the one people went to if they had a character or event question cause I KNEW MY STUFF). And a friend of mine came up to me one day at summer camp and asked for some help with a star wars fanfic she was writing since i knew character and canon/EU stuff so well, and she explained WHAT fanfic was to me, and after talking for a while we wrote it together, though we kind of parted due to creative differences/complete opposite styles, but I'd created a fanficnet profile putting the original character names from the story together with plans to post the fanfic we were writing, and I decided to just keep it and start writing my own stories, and that's how I started writing fanfic--and also how I got the penname AngelDesaray, two OCs that didn't really see the light of day. Well, Desaray got revamped into Zelina for my Star Wars fanfiction baby I still work on slowly to this day, but that's besides the point, heh.

🎲What stops me from writing more in my free time? I usually get in my own way a lot. My attention span has been really shot since college, it's hard for me to focus on one thing for a long time--it's part of why I started having multiple things going on at once, it helps me to focus if I have a video running or music playing, and three or four word documents and a social media website I can easily jump away from again open, because then there's enough going on that I oddly enough can focus (I used to get teased all the time by my parents for having my laptop open on my lap, texting someone on my phone, playing a NintendoDS Game, and watching a show all at once). Another issue is that I think I haven't 100% bounced back from my college burnout, but I really really miss my writing and stories, which puts me in this weird catch 22 where I'm just mentally tired and don't want to do anything, but i've been daydreaming of my story for literal hours and really want to get something on paper. Also sometimes I'm cursed with wanting to write plot heavy stuff but I'm in the middle of relationship building, or wanting to write action but I'm doing dialogue heavy chapters, or wanting to write relationship steamy stuff but there's a lot of plot stuff going on--etc etc. Its usually me and my attention span getting in the way, pretty much. Doesn't mean i don't want to really really bad or that I'm not thinking about it 24/7, cause I usually am, it's just hard for me to FOCUS these days once I have the white sheet in front of me.

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blackhakumen · 1 year ago

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Mini Fanfic #1142: Transformational Support (SSBU X Sonic X Hat in Time)

5:34 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Living Room.........

Shadow: (Sitting Next to the Snatcher on the Sofa While Wearing the Phantom of Opera Costume) Not interested.

Snatcher: Oh come on, man. You'll be a perfect candidate for the job! (Leans in and Whispers into Shadow's Ears) Hell, if you do a good enough job and not die, I'll might be generous enough to make you twice as powerful than you are already~

Shadow: (Slowly Pushes the Snatcher's Face Away From his Ear) Again, I'll pass. I'm not in desperate need of any power, nor I want to be associated with a shameless con artist like you.

Snatcher: (Glares at Shadow) Hey, that's shamelessly negotiator to you, pal! (Crosses his Arms While Turning Away) 'Been in this business for eons now and I never ONCE done a scam of any kind.

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes) Tell that to your so called "employees", if you even still have any left....

Snatcher: ('Tch') Please. I have plenty left. I mean, I had to let a few chumps go here and there.

Meanwhile

Countless upon countless souls are screaming on the top of their lungs in agony, as they continously fall down into a nightmarish filled abyss.

Soul: CURSE YOU SNATCHERRRRRRRRRR!

Back to the Mansion

Snatcher: But I ain't THAT empty-handed. (Forms a Sly, Conniving Smirk on his Face) Although, we COULD use a few more hands if you- ('Sigh') Oh I dunno~ (Summons a Piece of Paper In Thin Air) Sign this normal looking contract right her-

'Ahem'

The Snatcher looks up to see Peach, dress in her Sword Fighter costume glaring down at the shadowy figure.

Peach: Snatcher.

Snatcher: (Casually Waves to Peach) Hey there, your highness. (Makes the Contract Disappear with the Snap of his Finger) How's it going?

Peach: Oh, I'm doing fine. Just getting ready for Halloween. And making sure you're not trying anything suspicious in here with my son.

Snatcher: Oh will you relax? Shadie and I were only having a normal conversation here.

Shadow: Don't ever call me that.

Peach: That's right. (Points at Herself) Only WE'RE allowed to call him that!

Shadow: NO ONE is allow call me that. Ever.

Peach: (Place her Hand on her Chest as her Eyes Starts Sparkling a Little) Even me?~

Shadow: Yes, mother, even you. Nicknames like that doesn't fit my style and image all that well.

Snatcher: But using a gun is? When you're supposed to be this all mighty Ultimate Lifeform that you pobably made up to make yourself look cool-

Shadow: (Pushes the Snatcher's Face Away From Him Once More) Anywho.....

Snatcher: QUIT DOING THAT!!

Shadow: (Turns Back to Peach) Has sister and father got themselves ready yet?

Peach: (Turns Away While Grabbing her Chin) I'm not sure. It's been a few minutes since I've last checked up on- (Eyes and Mouth Begins to Widened at What is in Front of Her) t-t-t-t-t-them?~

Shadow and Snatcher and turns to see Mario slowly walking into the room wearing a bright red dress and long, brown hair while carrying a parasol in his hands, much to their surprise.

Mario: Greetings, one and all~ A wonderful evening we're having, is it not?~

Snatcher: ......Huh.

Peach: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Mario.....I-Is that really you?

Mario: (Flips his Hair to Side in an Elegant Fashion) Indeed it is, my dear hero!~ I figured it would be fitting for Hat Kid and I to play the role as princesses for the night.

Hat Kid: (Happily Reveals Herself From Behind Mario While Wearing a Purple Dress of her Own) Ta-Da!~

Peach: (Eyes Starts Sparkling Again as She Places her Hands Onto Both her Cheeks and Proceeds to Gush at the Elegent Duo) Oh my gosh, you two are the most loveliest princesses ever!~

Shadow: I couldn't say it any better myself really.

Snatcher: Can't believe I'm saying this, but you two don't look half bad.

Mario: (Smiles Brightly) Why, thank you~ (Pushes Up the Side of his Hair While Hat Kid Gimmicks his Movements) It's not everyday you get to be as divine and delicate as the two of us right now~

Hat Kid: (Nodded in Agreement) Uh-huh~

Snatcher: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) I wouldn't go that far......

Sonic: (Quickly Rushes Himself Inside While Wearing a Thriller's Costume) Hey, guys, I- (Eyes Begins to Widened at What In Front of his Point of View) Woah. Dad, is that really you?

Mario: Indeed it is~ I am but a humble, fairest princess in this very mansion. (Puts on an Elegant Like Pose) Impressive, no?~

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, you great. (Turns to Hat Kid) You too, sis. Love the tiara.

Hat Kid: (Smiles Brightly) Thank you!~

Sonic: (Starts Shaking his Head Before Going Back on Topic) A-Anyways, we have a bit of problem right now.

Mario: (Eyes Widened a Bit) You do? What is it?

Peach: And where's Amy? Is she okay?

Sonic: Yeah, she's fine. She here with me, in fact. But uhh....Something happened along the way and....You might wanna see this.

Sonic walks over to the door as everyone else follows behind.

'Door Opens'

Peach: Amy, is everything okay out- ('Gasps') Oh my gosh!

Amy: (Nervously Does a Little Jazz Hands in her '80s Rockstar Outfit....as a Werehog) Surprise.........

Mario: (Eyes Widened at What is in Front of Him and the Others) Amy, you became a werehog now?

Snatcher: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) A were what now?

Shadow: A werehog. They're hedgehog's version of werewolves but more bulker in comparison. (Turns Back to Amy) How were you able to gain access to that transformation in first place?

Mario: Yeah, I thought only Sonic could do that.

Amy: (Sighs Heavily While Flailing her Arms Down) I don't knoooow!.....One minute I was getting myself ready for treak-or-treating tonight and the next I was turned to THIS.....big, dumb, HIDEOUS thing!!

Sonic: (Softly Glares at his Girlfriend as He Gently Grabs Hold to One of her Hands) Hey! Amy, we've been over this. Nothing about you is stupid or hideous.

Peach: (Firmly Nodded in Agreement) He's right. You're just as wonderful as you've always been regardless of what you look like. (Gently Place her Hand Onto Amy's Shoulfer) Now, just take a deep and calm yourself down a bit. We'll figure something out.

Amy: (Does as She Was Told and Takes a Very Deep Breath) Right. I'm sorry, it just.....This has been stressing me out since we left the house to get here and I couldn't think straight since.

Shadow: (Casually Shrugs) I wouldn't worry too much about it really. It does tend to happen to the best of us on some occasions.

Amy: True. (Lower her Ears Down a Bit) I just don't wanna end up ruining the night for everyone here.........

Mario: You're not going to ruin anything tonight, not even us.

Sonic: Yeah, and anyone who has a problem with you will have me to answer. I'll always have your back 100%, Ames.

Amy: (Heart Begins to Melt as She Pulls her Boyfriend into a Very Loving Hug) Oh Sonic, I love you so freaking much!~

Sonic: (Winces a Bit in Pain Before Smiling a Bit) Yeah. Love you too, Ames.

Peach lowers herself down and starts whispering into Mario's ear for a couple of seconds before the two nodded in agreement as the supposed princess in red begins to rush back inside with the bottom front of his dress lifted up a little.

Amy: Mr. Mario?

Peach: (Gives Amy a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Will be back in a sec, dear. In meantime, just try and keep staying calm for us, ok?

Amy: ('Sigh') Yes, ma'am.

Snatcher: Ah cheer up there, kid. Look on the bright side. With that new werehog form of yours, you could be able to scare people into giving you free candy. You like candy, right?

Amy: I mean, there's a select few I like, yeah. But I don't wanna get in the habit of scaring them too much, you know?

Snatcher: Hey, I get it. Self-control is important and whatnot. Though, if you ever feel the need putting it to good use, you could just.....('Clicks') Oh I dunno~ (Summons a Piece a Paper Once Again with a Sinister Grin on his Face) Sign this perfectly made contract riiight he-

Peach: (Quickly Gets in Front of Amy Along with Everyone Else) DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, SNATCHER!

Soic: Keep your contacts away from my girlfriend, pal.

Shadow: We're not doing this tonight.

Hat Kid: Bad Snatcher.

Snatcher: ('Groans in Annoyance') FINE! Fine! I'll quit it with the business deals! (Makes the Contract Disappear with One Snap of his Finger....Again) I swear I can't have shit in this place......

Mario: (Rushes Bacl Outside While Holding an Elephant Looking Fruit) I'm back with the- WooOOoah! (Accidentally Steps on the Front of his Dress and Trips Down on the Floor)

'THUD'

Mario: Mamma.......

Peach: Mario! (Rushes Over to her Boyfriend's Side) Are you okay, honey?

Mario: ('Sigh') Yeah.....I'll be fine. I forgot how hard it is to run in dresses like these.

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Now you know how I feel ever time I wear one~

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, no kidding. (Smirks a Bit Seductively) Though, I must say, you do look very dashing in that costume of yours, my hero~

Peach: (Smirks Back) And you look very pretty yourself, your majesty~ So much so that I can just eat you up!~ (Starts Kissing All Over Mario's Face)

Mario: (Starts Laughing Ticklishly by Peach's Kisses) Peheheheach!~Stooooop!~

Snatcher: (Watches the Doting Couple in Disgust) ('Uggh') (Turns to Shadow) Are they always like this?

Shadow: (Already Covering Hat Kid's Eyes) For the most part. ('Clears Throat')

Mario and Peach immediately stops everything that what they were doing before blushing and giggling softly

Peach: We gotten a bit overboard there haven't we?~

Mario: Pretty much. (Gives Peach a Peck on this Cheek) Wanna continue this later on tonight?~

Peach: (Giggles Some More as She Helps Mario Back Up on his Feet) Sounds like a plan!~ (Picks the Eleberry Up From the Ground and Walks Towards the Middle of the Door Entrance) Everyone! Stand back a little. I might need some room.

As everyone follow through with her request, the heroine in blue takes a very deep breath before taking one bite off of the fruit she's holding as she begins to transform into a pink colored elephant.

Amy: (Eyes Widened in Awe at What She and the Others are Looking At) Wooah......

Hat Kid: Pretty.......

Shadow: So this is the new power up everyone here mentioned.......

Sonic: Hm. Neat.

Snatcher: (Points at the Fruit in Question) So that elephant looking thing can turn you into one with one bite?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Yep! That's an Eleberry for ya. A bit of a misuse for the power up for certain, but I figured if I could be in this form for the rest of the evening, everyone in town, wouldn't have to set their eyes to only Amy.

Amy: Wait, time-out. You're telling me you're doing all of this.....(Eyes Begins to Sparkle) For me?

Peach: (Gives Amy a Soft, Motherly Smile) Of course, dear. Halloween is supposed to be a fun, thrilling night for all of us to enjoy and the last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable and more stressed out than you already are right now. So if I have to share the burden of being looked and point at all night, then so be it. We're in this together no matter what.

Amy: (Heart Begins to Melt as Tearfully Guves Peach a Tight Hug) Momma Peach, thank you sooo much!~ ('Sniff') You didn't have to do all of that for me....

Peach: (Happily Hugs Amy Back) It's no problem at all, dear. You're just as part of this family as Sonic is. I'd do anything for those I care abou-

'Whistle'

The gang turns to see Bowser holding a flower bonquet while smirking seductively at the elephant princess.

Bowser: Princess!~ I almost didn't recognized you with cute face of yours there~

Peach: (Pinches the Bridge of her Nose in Pure Annoyance and Disgust While Letting Out a Heavy Sigh) I can't believe we're doing this right now.....What do you want, Bowser?

Bowser: Ohhh nothing of the sort~ I was just walking by and couldn't help but notice how irresistible you looking right now~

Snatcher: Okay, I get the feeling that you're a lovestruck idiot and everything, but you realize she's an elephant now, right?

Amy: (Glares at Bowser with her Hands on her Hips) And is happily taken by Mr. Mario currently?

Bowser: Who? (Points at an Anrgy Mario Behind Him) You mean that mess of a drag show over there? Yeah, she picked a reeeal winner alright.

Mario silently flips the bird at Bowser.

Bowser: And do you seriously think I care all that much about how a princess looks?

Everyone: YES!

Bowser: Yeah, well, too bad! (Wraps his Arm Around Peach's Shoulder) You're wrong! Here's a bit of trivia you should learn about me, folks: In some cases, I like my women big, round, and chunky in alllll the right are-

Before he even thinks about finishing that sentence, Bowser suddenly gets knocked straight inside the mansion with one punch and a het spray of water.

Peach: (Walks Up to a Beaten Bowser) Don't forget your flowers. (Throws the Bonquet at Bowser) Creep. (Takes Another Deep Breath Before Calming Down and Walking Back to the Gang) Alright, everyone! Let's finally get this Halloween Night started!~

Everyone (with the exception of Shadow) cheers in rejoice as the door begins to close behind them, leaving Bowser in his pitiful lonesome.

Bowser: ('Groans in Pain')

Ganondorf: (Walks Over to a Beaten Bowser) Let me guess: you tried to be smooth and win Peach over, only for it to backfire in end.

Bowser: (Sadly and Painfully Nodded) Mmhmmm........

Ganondorf: And now you're gonna cry about it all night. Am I right?

Bowser: ('Sniff') Mmhmmm....I...

Ganondorf: ('Sigh') Okay. (Turns to the Other Side of the Room) Hades! You and the fellas meet me at the living room! (Drags Bowser to the Living Room by the Tail) Gonna watch a movie or two before the party starts tonight.

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0oolookitsme · 2 years ago

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Picnics and Fist Bumps

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- Only fluff and slight financial description.

A/N- I hope this one gets some attention. I get I didn't post for a while, but I've been so active recently, at least show some interaction... No matter how much I try and convince myself that I write for myself, the appreciation is something that's in your hands. Hope you like this <3

"Harry are you ready with her?" Y/n shouts from the kitchen, wiping her hands in the kitchen towel. Leaving the towel hanging from the fridge handle, she picks up the two basket-lunches and places them on the table, tying the two white handkerchiefs on their handles.

Out of instinct, she wipes her hands on her jeans once again. Just as she rushes inside the room, Harry shouts back a 'yes' to her, fixing the headband on Opal's head.

When he does notice her, a slight jump makes him stumble back a bit. Breathing out as he gladly takes in the fact that she didn't notice.

"Bangs really do still suit you, huh."

"Mhm. I'm glad they do- they always made me look good," she laughs sheepishly, setting up the hair strands on her forehead for the last time. "Remember when I let them grow for the first time in your sight and you were really fascinated with my forehead?" She wheezes as soon as she finishes.

Red creeps up Harry's cheeks as some laughter skips out from his nostrils. "I had seen your forehead for literally the first time!"

That explanation just makes the duo laugh more, awing when the baby also squeaks to join them.

Picking up Opal and securing her against his chest with his arms snaked around her, Harry bounces her up and down on his hips for a bit. "I'm seriously very excited for this picnic. This is the first time she's going right?" He asks, moving out of the room behind his wife, who only hums back in response.

They used to do picnics and cliche dates a lot but ever since Opal came into their lives like sunshine, they couldn't help but get more tied down with life.

Harry started painting more and more, pulling up all nighters to finish one and sell it to bring in money. Y/n, who had to already look after a newborn baby and the also house (partially), started taking tuition classes in their house itself. It wasn't long before they recognized their path which led a straight way to burn out one day.

Although they couldn't leave those activities, they decided taking breaks every once in a week would be nice. That could either be taken by just sitting doing and doing movie marathons or taking long naps in the afternoon. It was just today that Harry remembered about their picnics and decided that it was time to take Opal on her first one too.

He stops making funny noises to the little bundle of joy as he picks up the house keys from above the fridge.

Waiting for y/n to fully get out of the main door with the two lunch boxes, he takes the tote bag from the chair and retraces her steps.

"Oh, I had totally forgotten about it!" Y/n shrieks, taking the tote bag from him. While it had some of her own essentials, it also had two water bottles, Opal's milk bottle and some honey in a small glass jar. "You've become smart living with me, I see," she smirks teasingly at him, laughing when he rolls his eyes at her.

He takes back the tote bag from her and lets it hang down from his other shoulder. Intertwining his fingers through hers, he starts rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand, at the very spot she had gotten a small cut yesterday.

He thinks back to when Opal was still very young, not older than a year and they'd take her to their college campus. Everyone out of their friend group managed to pull some time out from between their classes to look after her when both Harry and Y/n had to go attend classes at the same time.

"Good Ol' times," y/n smiles beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder when they come straight under the sunlight and on the final street they have to walk through to get to the park.

"It's like the campus was her playground. She was so happy around everyone... Wait! She learnt how to fist bump there only!" She laughs out loud at the memory.

Harry's brain again rolls back to that time period. She's sitting on a highchair someone had arranged from somewhere on the campus- probably stole from a lecture room, and all the boys are standing in a crew, all sweaty from their game practice. As their turns came, they pressed their fists against hers and cheered loudly, making her flap her arms happily and make baby noises.

"She was such a happy baby, I mean- she still is. Very good at socializing," Harry chuckles hoarsely, letting y/n take ahold of Opal as he takes the cloth out of the tote bag and spreads it out on the slightly dying grass- winters really are approaching now.

Y/n places Opal on it first and the little girl immediately sprawls out her limbs on it. Harry follows and takes the lunch boxes from y/n as she sits down opposite to him. Opal laughs in her baby voice as Harry drags her closer to his self, giving her a light cheeky.

"It feels so good," she moans, stretching her back under the sun and smacking Harry's naked knee when she sees him squinting at her.

She watches as he continues to serve the lunch, cheering as he sees his favourite snack inside the tote along with two Oranges.

He keeps on showering her in compliments and cheers throughout the lunch, sharing a few more of his childhood memories with her for the thousandth time. She loves listening to him, he knows it and makes proper use of it.

Every once in a while, Harry has to lunge forward to prevent Opal from crawling out of the cloth though. But they knew it'd happen, so they continue chatting away in the warm sun.

Wiping his hands off the same handkerchief as y/n's, he lets out a small burp while stretching his legs out.

Slowly but surely, Harry completely lays down after very normally taking off his t-shirt. He turns on his stomach, his feet touching the cold soil, but he doesn't seem to mind one bit. He's well aware of the dumbfounded look on his wife's face but proceeds to ignore it and close his eyes- not being able to keep the smug smirk from pulling up.

Y/n looks at him as he cushions his head on the folds of his arms, while she cradles Opal, feeding her the bottled milk after mixing in some honey in it; because she. is. a. honeybug. When they thought they'd teased her enough by calling her a 'honeybug', Harry had passed her the tote bag to let her fetch out the needed bottle.

Opal seems to have dozed off too, her lips shut around the mouth of the bottle and her eyelashes resting atop her cheeks. Y/n cautiously pulls the bottle away and places Opal against Harry's body, smiling as his body involuntarily curves against her tiny one.

Before she can control it, her wandering eyes land on her husband's back. It looks quite toned and slightly tanned, looking way too good under the golden sun light. Wishing she could write her name on it because of the random strangers that walk by every once in a while, (especially the women) eying him up.

Sighing, she pulls out her phone and clicks a picture of her most beloved ones and uploads it on her private Instagram for the boys -now grown men- who taught her how to fist bump, to see how she still remembers how to do it; because in the picture, Harry's almost fisted hand is pressed against Opal's lightly fisted ones.

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zesty-goblin-trash · 3 months ago

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Part two of my goblin-self doll update!

Thar be walls of text ahead, ye have been warned.

Right, so. Bods all good to go now. For the head, I actually wanted to try and just fit the new goblin style ears over the original ears on Draculaura's Sculpt. This didn't end up working, but I spent a stupid amount of time trying to make the 3D file of the ears have a cavity that would fit the original ears inside em. It wasn't for nothing though, cause during all that I ended up also adding the holes for the tunnels/plugs and making tiny jewelry to 3D print. It's kinda hard to see em right now since both the ears and the jewelry are made with the clear resin, I think these look much better than my first goblin-self who just had holes drilled out after the fact with slivers of rolled pop cans as the tunnels.

I also adjusted one ear to be more curled into itself because I actually have 2 very distinctly different ears in real life. Kinda ironically the doll that should have exaggerated features has ears that are less noticeably different than I do lmao

Side note that it's actually one of the few features I really like about myself. I should really take a photo while my hair is still short AF to show it 😅 But my right ear is the spitting image of what my dad's ears were, flatter overall and it sticks out more. Where as my left is my mom's, closer to my head with a more pronounced ridge. Fun facts lol

Anyway!

While I was fussing with all that on the computer and during the body dying, I was trying to ever so slightly shrink the dolls head in acetone. I didn't want to actually shrink the head, I just wanted to stiffen up the vinyl. I've seen a number of doll artists shrink the heads of their dolls to make the proportions more normal and it also hardens up the vinyl significantly. I think that this is why I kept having the line between the Apoxie Sculpt and the vinyl on my first head.

I don't think I let the head soak long enough in the end, but I was really worried about the head shrinking significantly. It was hard to tell when to take it out of the acetone/water mix since it swells to twice the normal size while soaking and then as it dries the vinyl shrinks back down. But it felt a bit more resistant to me squishing it so at least there is that?

I've since decided that I'm not going to sculpt the jaw out to be more like my real face. While Draculaura certainly has a much smaller chin than I do, I think that the features are close enough that I'm fine with it. Her nose is different than mine in a way I can't really resculpt anyway, so I'm just going to chalk that up to goblin features!

So now we're pretty much caught up to the current point of progress! The ears have been printed and attached, still using some Apoxie Sculpt to blend the connection in to the head. I also used a very thin layer to cover the holes from the factory hair plugs, creating a nice smooth skull shape! Or so I hope 😅

Since taking those photos I've added a couple of other details with some puffy paint that I hope will create subtle raised parts for piercings and a rather prominent scar on my chest. I've also tried to sculpt the cheeks a little bit by strategically sanding them. I'll have to compare to those photos cause I really dont think it did much. I got the needed layers of MSC sprayed and now she's ready for her base coat of primer and green skin!

Hopefully next time you hear about this doll, she'll be green and getting tattoos!

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nitannichionne · 2 years ago

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Ransom's Redemption (A Chris Evans Fanfic), Chapter 19: The Offer (Ransom POV)

Evince: to reveal the presence of (a quality or feeling); to reveal.

"What's an Evince?" I asked.

"It's a new fragrance that is gaining traction," Paul explained. "and they want you for the ads!"

"Paul--"

"Good money," Paul presses. "Good money!"

"But--"

"Calida is your opposite."

I stood in shock, much like I am now watching Mimi look over the contract on a computer screen.

She exhales, pushing her glasses up. "It's impressive."

I didn't like that kind of reply from Mimi. It means she is trying to not say something, like she is hiding something. "It's alot of money, Mimi, alot."

"But it's in New York."

"Yeah, my parole officer is working on that," I shrug. "It seems that all I have to do is wear a damn tracer, but for the money?" I watch her. "What's wrong?"

"And Calida Ortiz is on this?" she asks, not looking at me, but at the offer on the computer screen.

I sigh. Calida and I were pretty hot and heavy at one time. I was into her. She was beautiful, smart, worked against animal cruelty. And damned if she wasn't a freak! Ah, she loved love, being passionate and in the moment, the perfect muse for any artist, really. Every time we got in each other's space, sparks flew, which is why Paul suggested her.

"She's an old friend of Paul's--"

"And yours." It was a statement.

I force a small laugh. "That was a long time ago."

"Not really."

"Come on, you don't think--"

"I didn't say anything."

I blink. Her whole mood was changing. "You don't think she'd be interested in me, do you?" I laugh. "Come on, I'm an ex-con--"

"Oh, so that means I was a second or third choice?"

Her glistening eyes give me a sense of dread. "We've always been close, Mimi. Things changed over time." I kiss her hand and look into her eyes.

She gives me a small smile, but I can see a tinge of sadness in them. "If they can make it happen, you should go."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes--"

I smother her with kisses. "We can go--"

"I can stay home."

I freeze. "What?"

"You won't be gone long, right?" she asks with a shrug. "besides, I should stay here and look after things."

My heart winces. She isn't sure of me. Why? And why let me go?

"You've been a good boy," She says as if she heard my thoughts. "Time for a pass."

I laugh humorlessly. "I'm not in the military."

"You've been in prison," she points out. "and you don't want to go back, I get that."

"Where is this coming from?" I grab her arms to turn her and maker her face me, and I swallow hard. She is hurting me. No I don’t want to go back, that’s true, but marrying her was a different decision. I’d always loved her; it just deepened. “don’t do this, Mimi.”

“Do what?”

“What you’re doing,” I shake my head at her. “What you’re thinking!”

“What?” she whispers.

“I love you.” I feel her rigid stance begin to relax. “Baby?” I stand there, searching her eyes, waiting for an answer.

She closes the distance between us, her cheek against my chest as she squeezes me tight. “I’m sorry…hormones. I’m just all over the place today.”

"We've been married a month or two, and truthfully, I haven't taken you anywhere."

"We're busy," she gives a slight frown with a careless shrug. She looks up at me with a bright smile. "And I've enjoyed staying in with you. And, there isn't much I can do."

I remember that Mimi loves to ice skate at the Frog Pond, and the doctor said no to it. “Get dressed, sweetheart, we’re going out.”

I make a few calls and take her to the Lookout Rooftop Bar on top of the Envoy Hotel. I’d been wanting to try the place; it opened the same year I went to prison.

“You like?” I ask, though I can tell by her expression she loved it.

“I like,” she smiles widely. “This is magical! And the view—” She shakes her head. “Great idea, Ransom.”

“Think everybody would like to come here?” I ask her. “For a party?”

“I think it’d be fun.”

I watch her from across the table, and take her hand. “It’s nice to just be out.”

She smiles in such a way that makes me lean over the table and kiss her.

“We can come here every month, if you’d like.”

“We should try different places, don’t you think?” she asks with a smile. “It’s like a monthly adventure. We can go to activities, too.” She chuckles. “Well, events.”

“Okay, it’s a date,” I nod with a grin, and she chuckles happily.

The weather is still sort of mild, so we opt for outside fun. We hop a cab to Columbus Park and walk to the Frog Pond where they are skating.

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I watch her watch the skaters. “Remember when we snuck here when we were in high school?”

“Yeah, I was grounded,” I chuckle. “You kept telling me that we were going to get in trouble.”

“We did get in trouble.”

“But, oh—”

“It was worth it!” we both laugh out loud.

“We skated, hit Mickey D’s, got cocoa from Dunkin,” I shake my head. “We had so much fun that night! We even went to the movies!”

“Had to do it,” Mimi shrugs. “You and Fiona had broken up again, and this time it was bad—”

I roll my eyes. “Uh, Grant Halsted bad.”

“God, Grant Halsted,” she shakes her head. “That guy could get under your skin.”

“Fiona and I were steady, so—well, as steady as we could be in high school.” I laugh at the memory. “That’s when I knew I’d never marry her.”

“Why?”

“She played too many games,” I shrug. “I realized that we could never be serious.” I smile at her. “I got grounded after getting into a fight with that guy, and you called.”

“After hearing about the fight, yeah,” She nods. “and I decided you needed a night out. So I took you out on a school night, and we were out past curfew. Bang, I’m grounded and you’re like…double grounded!” She laughed.

“I almost kissed you that night.”

Her mirth was replaced with surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I shrug. “but I didn’t want it to be like that, not with you, Mimi, not with you.” I take her hand and lead her along, reminiscing about all the times we had as we leave the Commons. We catch a cab back to our car by the Envoy, and I stop her at the Seaport Christmas Tree.

“What?”

I pull out my trusty cell and find the song.

“Ransom,” she breathes, her eyes glistening in the lights.

I bow and offer my hand, and she steps into my arms. I close mine around her and we rock, oblivious to everyone.

“Mimi?”

“Hmm?”

“I was thinking—”

“Dangerous, past time, honey.” She is relaxed now.

I laugh nervously. “You know that picture we took on our wedding day by the grand staircase?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Why don’t we use that for our Christmas postcards?” I ask. “I mean, we—” I am cut off by the loudest squeal, and she puts her arms around my neck to hug me hard.

“That’s so—so—” she stops to kiss me, and I melt. She could do that to me. I could smell her tears. Pregnancy hormones? “Hey, you cryin’?”

“I’m just being silly,” she laughs, pulling away to wipe a few stray tears. “Mmmh!” she hugs me again, making her laugh. “I love you.”

Her whispered admission makes my heart flutter. “And I love you, baby.” We sigh together and keep rocking. And then I realize: I don’t know what to get her for Christmas, and it’s two weeks away.

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shedidntevenswear · 11 months ago

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My take on today's topic (long ask, beware) is this: choosing to make any sort of art is inherently a political statement. Living life is political. With art, you've just maybe decided to put the politics between the lines, depending on the artist, unlike politicians, who conversely, don't put art into their work at all. I care about the stances of the artists I like to support because I'm also making a political statement with my support. It's why I support Halsey, Green Day, Kendrick Lamar, Hozier, Fall Out Boy, Kesha, etc etc etc. I never asked for their political opinions, they expressed them on their own, through their work/statements/both. I mean you can argue they're less famous than Taylor, but then I can just compare Taylor with someone who was also globally adored and political at the same time - Princess Diana - and defeat that point.

Was Shakespeare, for example, trying to comment on the politics of his time when he wrote his plays? Yes he was. Through his characters he managed to point out what was going on in society and why it was bad/good. Shakespeare was my go-to example because I've seen so many videos and quizzes that go something like "who wrote this line: Taylor or William?"

Let's go with Tim McGraw, her first popular single and track 1 on album 1, talking about her head on someone's chest in the middle of the night. That idea in itself is political, especially if you look at it through a lens where that kind of behavior isn't allowed with teenagers, or even young adults, in parts of the Middle East for instance. Thanking God is also political, in that regard, and many others. Or let's go with Picture to Burn, the song right after that, the one with a censored lyrics. Why is it censored? Politics. The term Redneck is also political, even more so in today's climate (I think - I'm not from the US so correct me if I'm wrong on that).

The issue some fans have is that Taylor decided to take a step and become more overtly political, and then ran right back to her "comfort zone" while undoing the work she did. And people are right to be upset because it's akin to making false promises to consumers. If you order a cute shirt online, and you receive a spatula, you'll be upset too. You saw the shirt, you thought it was cute, you liked it enough to put money into it. And all you got was a spatula? What happened to the product you were promised?

And sure, we can say something like "Taylor isn't an object, she can make different decisions and change her mind" but then the same thing goes for the fans. It's why I think fans are right to complain about the shitty merch they've been getting lately, for example - if they get it at all. It's not what they signed up for. I've mentioned her deliberate silence on political things in asks on various tumblrs in passing in the last two years and how it was going to end up fracturing the fanbase and turning more people that are part of it against her. Those numbers are growing and nothing has changed. She seems to be deep into some sort of performance art thing, that I'm hoping has a satisfying conclusion, because at this point I'm just sitting around with my snacks waiting for the next bit of "are you (not) entertained?". Can't say I'm not. But I'm also not supporting any bit of it with my money. And I never really have. Just my time and attention when I'm procrastinating. I know her silence is deliberate. She knows intricate details about her fanbase because she's mentioned things on stage. She knows people are upset. About Matty. About the merch. About her silence on everything from Roe v Wade to fans getting doxxed. About Travis. About Brittany. About the vapes in backgrounds. I'm sure there's more even I, an everyday consumer, hasn't seen, because I don't have the social listening tools her team has access to. Even the statements that we do get are deliberate. Because Taylor is such a public figure, and is at the forefront of that publicity, it's fascinating for me to follow. In an era where "consumers value authenticity above all" she seems to be losing it, and she worked her whole life to develop a strong authentic brand. I can't look away, I'm fascinated by all of it. I can't wait to see what happens next between her and her fanbase. But criticizing her is definitely valid, and anyone who goes with the "stop pitting people against each other", "you just hate her in particular" and "she can't speak about this or that and risk her safety" as arguments as those are the most common ones I come across are being reductive. Because at the end of the day, people should know if the money they're giving her is going to go directly into stripping their rights away, for instance. Are they funding their own "demise"? Is that actually happening? That's the thing, we have no idea. She doesn't have to express support for every single issue, that's true. But the fans also don't have to support her either, if what's important to them isn't there.

Okay I think that covered most of my thoughts on the matter, sorry for clogging up your ask box, this aspect of Taylor is what hooked me to her since day one.

sharing as something to chew on for anyone following this general convo, but not as an endorsement of everything said here fyi! important submission pointing out that everything is political especially when done in a public sphere so think thats an interesting point to digest the rest of the convo with.

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leadingrebel · 1 year ago

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fic asks

Thank you @whenshesayshush and @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 for tagging me, this was fun!

How many works do you have on ao3? 32

What’s your total ao3 word count? 75,727

What fandoms do you write for? Fate: the Winx Saga mostly, these years. Sometimes there's a little drabble for another fandom that I have to get out of my chest, too.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of vodka and musicals

A Convenient Relapse

A Blade's Glint

Not the First Time

A lost cause

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! I can't imagine leaving someone without a response because the notion that someone out there enjoys something I created still makes my head dizzy, so it's my way of appreciating every time it happens. An AO3 email with a comment makes my day turn completely around so I like to give back that feeling.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Two Tears

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think High and Tangible. I'm realising I don't really have many objectively happy endings, huh.

Do you get hate on fics? Not really. There was one time when someone really didn't like my writing/english, tho.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I didn't think I would ever write smut until one year ago, tbh. I think Fate's KinkMeme this year helped me a lot with my apprehension. I like to write smut that has intention behind the movements and actions, making the smut tell a story, I believe.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nope, I've never really been interested in writing any, I think.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I've had fics posted on other sites/languages without mentioning me, so kind of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, with and without permission (but we don't want to talk about the disrespecting ones). Fate fandom aside, my first translated works left me with a nice feeling because they were also works for very tiny fandoms, so I was very surprised that someone from that small group wanted to put in the effort for a work of mine.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not really! I've only fooled around with ideas being an writer-artist kind of pair on some ocasion. Although, hey, one day @skloomdumpster and I pretty much wrote a wholeass Skyriv fic via Discord chat so I'm saying that qualifies, yeah.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Very difficult to say! I don't think I have like a supreme otp, but the answer feels like Captain Swan or Bellarke? I think it's because of how long and how deep they stayed with me in a moment of my life where I was kind of discovering myself through/with them.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I don't really have any WIP I think I'll never finish. I have a lot of them but I still plan on writing them and I've not lost interest in any of the ideas. I'm just reaaally slow with them because life right now is chaos. But I never publish anything I don't have finished or has a possibility of abandonment so you're all safe from that.

What are your writing strengths? I like to think I find common ground for characters to interact in an interesting manner? I like to keep things in character so I really try to capture the voices of the characters in canon. I hope that's something I achieve, anyway. I also think I do an okay job of showing subtleties to the reader and not spelling everything for them, though I'm not sure if that's more something I like than something I'm good at haha

What are your writing weaknesses? Most probably language, if we're talking about AO3 stuff. Outside of that, I struggle with rhythm and descriptions of mundane/mechanical actions. I often throw it around inside my head for a a long, long time until I find a way of writing it without it reading like a grocery list or just, give up and move on. I also think sometimes I get too deep into the internal side of characters and make it difficult to go back to the external narration again without making the reader feel lost.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? All for it. I love seeing different languages from characters/environments and it makes me as a reader feel a deeper inmersion, even if it's not entirely accurate for a language I understand. For me, people respectfully trying is enough, they can get better later. But as a writer you have to be careful about a language you don't understand because a weird/wrong sentence will definitely kick a native out of your story for a moment there. So triple check everything, don't trust online translators too much, and ideally run it through a native/fluent person. You can also ask for feedback from readers who understand!

First fandom you wrote for? I think Final Fantasy VII or maybe some Spanish comics from my teenage years, not sure which was first. Published on AO3, it was OUAT, though.

Favorite fic you’ve written? I don't know if I have a favourite fic... but I can't help but think of how much I enjoyed writing At the Bottom of a Stream and I'm proud of it, so even if it's the most recent one I'm gonna say that!

No idea who's been tagged or who's done it already so I'm going in blind with this, sorry! Tagging @skloomdumpster @fitztragedy and @partiallypearl if you guys feel like it 🤍

#this pulled me out of real life for a bit thank god #tag games

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courtofmatchups · 2 years ago

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Greetings, I’d like a request for a match making.

I’m a short trans demiboy demiromantic/sexual and very silly with a fatherly side when needed. I’m an artist with art and music. I’m a Sagittarius and INFJ and I hate liars. I have a hard time distinguishing facial features and certain social cues.

I’m Chinese and love a lot of my culture that I’d happily share. I love history and other scholarly pursuits.

Many think I’m dumb or innocent but I’m really guided after a lone time of trauma and betrayal. This has caused me to be very defensive and evasive when perceiving a threat.

My love language is quality time, acts of service, and physical touch. Specifically Having wholesome moments with my partner that builds trust.

Take care matchmaker I wish you the best in ur pursuits

It seems you've captured the heart of

The Clement Prince:

Aquia Avari!

Aquia loves your sense of humour, your fatherly instincts even more so. The way I'm seeing your relationship is very wholesome. I can see you holding hands and swinging them as you walk, and giving each other soft cheek kisses when you have to be apart. You two are the soft romantic couple that is so sugary sweet, you just want to either a) scoop the both of them up and squish their cheeks, or b) melt from wholesome overload.

Aquia loves art. As a prince, you'd expect him to have an appreciation for art, but your art just hits differently, both your drawings and your music. He'd also love to learn about your culture, and he will ask you about your traditions and folklore. Aquia would also love to pursue your scholarly pursuits with you.

As for you being jaded from trauma and being misunderstood because of it, Aquia's heart would break. He'd want to help you navigate your way through it, so let him 🥺. He wouldn't be all that bothered by your difficulty with social cues (as a neurodivergent person who was never formally diagnosed, I felt this 🥲).

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You and Aquia have finished a long and productive day of classes, and you are both satisfied with what you pulled off. You've managed to unlock a chest with a fairly intricate lock within the first fifteen minutes of the practical portion of the lesson.

"That was an excellent lesson," said Aquia. "Brother seemed quite pleased, too."

"You think so?" You've had a hard time reading facial expressions, but reading Guy is like playing on hard mode, even for the layperson.

"Oh, yes! I've been improving my magic ever since I first befriended you. Even more so since we became paramours."

This was true. You were left stranded in a completely different world than your own, with no prior knowledge of magic, aside from the magic often mentioned in Chinese folklore and other folklore. Aquia has had a bad record with spellcasting, and loads of people dismissed him for it. The two of you meeting was probably the best thing that ever happened to either of you. You were patient with each other and cheered each other on in your academic pursuits. That aside, you've also enjoyed learning about each other's backgrounds and interests. Aquia has often expressed a genuine interest in Chinese traditions, history, and folklore, often asking questions about them. You've also expressed a similar amount of interest in Avarian history and culture, much to Aquia's joy. Having grown so close, you've developed feelings for him, and now he and you are paramours. This brings us to now when you realized you've been preparing something for Aquia.

"Oh, I just remembered! Aquia, I want to show you something"

You took his hand and led him to your chamber

"Close your eyes first," you said. "I have a surprise for you"

"Hehe, how exciting!" he giggled as he happily obliged.

You led him into the room and stood him in front of an easel. You told him to open his eyes, and he was greeted by a painting of you and him holding hands in a field of flowers. The image of his smile was something you wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon

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#court of darkness x reader #court of matchups #court of darkness matchups #court of darkness #aquia avari #aquia monus #otome #makai nightmare #aquia avari x reader #this was a bit longer than I intended #but I had fun writing this #I hope you had fun reading this

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veronicaphoenix · 8 months ago

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Laura, I'm a messsss 🫣🫠

“I don’t know how well you slept last night, but this hotel really has to work on soundproofing their walls,” We all saw this coming, didn't we? 🤭

“That was you! Oh you dirty, dirty kids,” he laughed. At first I thought he wouldn't mind, but then I read the rest of the paragraph and I felt bad for him :(

The whole alcohol issue going on with Noah is really keeping me on my toes. I even hated him a couple of times in previous chapters, but reading this one and seeing how he chose to be better felt like a wave of relief crashing over me, and it was definitely so welcome.

Oliver feeling left out had me crying for him! I wanted to hug him and keep him wrapped in my arms forever. Poor baby! I love how you portrayed his vulnerability at this time. And I'm glad he was brave enough to be honest with Aubrey and not keep it to himself, which led me to check this fic's masterpost, and I realized there're only 6 chapters left 😫

"I have so much love for both of you, in such different and such similar ways all at once." Aubrey is here making confessions as such and I hope they don't break her heart, because if they do I'll get my guns ready! (I don't have any real gun, but you know, the emoji gun, I meant lol)

"Tall men, indeed," 🤤

Oh, I feel Aubrey so much with her worries about the long-distance relationship. I was going to mention it in your comment on my epilogue, but I was in a two-year long-distance relationship, and that shit is indeed hard af and emotionally draining.

“So, it’s all about love, isn’t it,” I said, trying hard not to sniffle. “As long as you love them enough, you make it happen.” That's a yes from me, from experience 😇

“Sometimes you have to realise just how in love you are first. Or allow yourself to admit it.” Oli and Noah should have been there because that last sentence was definitely aimed to them.

Noah in the turtleneck, please! I used to hate turtlenecks until I saw him.

(Just dropping this picture here for no other purpose than drooling).

“I figured it should be one, you know,” Oli mused in fake contemplation. “Only seems fair to take you two out for dinner before I fuck you.” His bluntness will kill me. I was NOT ready for that statement.

I like that both our Noah's are so unexperienced in terms of being with another man 😇 cute

"though neither of us were thinking very much about eating right about now." Wrong, Aubrey. I'm pretty sure Oli is thinking about eating. Just not that dessert.

I also want to go to Oli's house. I volunteer! I've seen some picture before and the place actually looks very nice.

This man doesn't waste any time, does he?

Not both of them sucking and licking and getting Oli off 😮‍💨 The clashing of heads was so real and so honest of you to write because as I started reading that part that was all I could think of lol 🤭

They're so nasty with this impulses to clean each other's cum from each other's lips, i love it 🫣 Oh okay, Oliver just agreed with me in the next sentence haha

Okay, I'm leaving this link to this artist's work here (nsfw) because I've been following him for a while now, and the moment I read about Aubrey sitting on Oliver's face, this picture came to mind, and now nobody can't tell me it's not them (ok, the tattoos are not there and the hands were on his chest, but it's still them in my head 🫣)

“Aubrey, what the fuck are you doing,” Oli mumbled from underneath me, making me halt in my movements. “I just-” “It’s called sitting on someone’s face, not hovering.”

L, this entire scene was so real, every line, every description, their dialogues... I've been living in it since I read the chapter. Not in a perverted way, but as in admiration at how wonderful this scene was between the three, how they finally had this intimate time the three together and how they were learning to maneuver themselves in a trio.

“And you be a good girl too and prepare yourself for me, yeah? I’m going to fuck you when he’s finished and I’m not going to put any fingers in you first.” He's such a demon, i'm in love with him.

“Did you do it missionary, like an old couple?" Dude, never underestimate the power of missionary and eye contact and forehead to forehead fucking. 👆🏽 Aubrey will teach you about it at some point, I'm sure.

“Let’s see who can do it better, doll.” Oh no, not a competition! It's not a competition!

"I ended up making grabby hands at him like a little child as the sweat on my body slowly turned cold, leaving an entirely different type of goosebumps to wreak havoc on my skin. Noah saw, pulling the plush blanket up with him as he got into bed next to me, making sure to tuck both me and Oli in before hugging close to me." bUT BUT this whole thing is so cuteeeeee i'm sobbinggg

“So, who fucked you better, doll, me or Noah?” I hope this doesn't lead to some serious competition, unless it's just for fun 😏

“Guess you’ll both have to fuck me during the same evening for optimal comparisons.” During the same evening, at the same time, perhaps?

in love with the mess - day ten

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she’s decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and… well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), hints at anal play), angst, fluff

length : 10k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess@shilohrosechicken@justeli6@starvingarsyn@floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3@kageyasma@spikeisdaddy@broken0mens

a/n : Hope you enjoy this one!! Comments and reblogs keep the writer writing 💕

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day ten

I was getting tired of unexpected knocks on my hotel room door. Especially when it was much too early and I was already rushing to get ready after something had prevented me from properly packing my suitcase last night. Now I had mere minutes until I needed to be downstairs with the rest of the crew and the band because Bring Me had an awfully early bus call to get to Sheffield. I couldn’t blame them for that - it was home, after all. Most of them were using the day off to visit friends and family, but Oli and, as far as I knew Matt too, were heading for the store for the day.

I ripped the door open as much as I could under the weight to find none other than Oli himself standing in the hallway, an amused smirk on his face.

“I don’t know how well you slept last night, but this hotel really has to work on soundproofing their walls,” he chuckled, letting himself in just past the doorway as I stood frozen. “‘Cause I was definitely wide awake hearing two people have the fuck of their lives. Like, holy shit, staying quiet definitely wasn’t part of their vocabulary at all. Did you hear them at all?”

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#Noah Sebastian x reader #Oli Sykes x reader #in love with the mess #long-ass review because yes #if you want to join my book club #we talk about this fic every week

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blackhakumen · 2 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #1062: Interrogating Inari (Persona 5 & Sonic)

12:34 p.m. at LeBlanc Café............

It was an odd, confusing day for Yusuke Kitagawa the moment Omega silently welcome him inside the darken LeBlanc Café before closing the doors behind them. As he sits himself down on one of the café bar's seats, he notices the robot and the young couple, Morgana and Lavenza, giving him a suspicious looking glare.

Before he could start asking questions, the single clicking sound of the lamp switch is heard as Sojiro reveals in the artist's view sight, with his elbows on the table, chin standing on top of his hands, and a glare that could give even the likes of Bowser a shiver.

Sojiro: Yusuke Kitagawa. At last, you've arrived....(Gets his Head Up From his Hands and Turns Away Before Grabbing his Chin and Thinks) Or....was it Inari?....(Turns Back to Yusuke) Uh quick question: do you usually go by that or just Yusuk cause I've been hearing Futuba call you that fir the longest time while everyone else in your friend group go by your actual name. Matter of fact, what the hell does "Inari" means anyway?

Yusuke: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking as Well) I'm not sure. We've been friends for quite a while now and I still don't have the slightest clue what that nickname means.....

Lavenza: Perhaps it originated from an ancient folk tale of sorts?

Morgana: Or from one of the animes she watches......

Yusuke: (Takes his Phone Out From his Pants Pocket) I could try looking it up on my phone if-

Omega: We are losing focus on the discussion at hand.

Sojiro: Oh right. ('Clears Throat') Yusuke, Inari, or....whatever you want us to call you, we got a lot to talk about today.

Yusuke: I see. Is it about this week's Café insurance payment?

Sojiro: What? No. I mean, I do have to pay it some point this week- Look, I'm talking about you and Futuba!

Yusuke: Ahhhh yes, I see. What....about Futuba and I exactly?

Sojiro: Not to be that guy, but word has it that the two of you are about spend some quality time together.

Yusuke: (Happily Nodded) Correct. I believe we're supposed to go the arcade a few miles from here, for our first activity together, followed by a stroll around the city, find a suitable place to eat, shop, and once the sun sets, we retreat back here to have ourselves an

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow) And it's only gonna be just the two of you doing all of that today?

Yusuke: Percisely. I would ask you and the rest of our friends to come with, but she insisted not to so for whatever reason.

Lavenza: Interesting. And do you, pry tell, know what day it is today?

Yusuke: What day is- Ah yes, Valentine's Day. (Places his Hand on his Chest in an Somewhat Dramatic Fashion) A holiday dedicated to love, unity, the awareness of being single.

Morgana: Ryuji told you that last part, didn't he?

Yusuke: That he did, yes. (Smiles a Little) But is it nice to see the holiday give it some recognition to say the least.

Sojiro: (Snickers a Bit) Yeah, more or less. (Let's Out a Chuckle Before Giving Yusuke a Deadpinned Look) But no seriously, you do realize my daughter is taking you out on a date, right?

Yusuke: But going out on a date implies to those who are romantically interest in one another. (Chuckles Lightly) And there's no possible way that Futuba of all people, would have any feelings towards me.

Everyone else started looking at each other in silence for a second before turning back to Yusuke.

Lavenza: Yusuke-San, I'm not sure how long you haven't noticed, but.....

Omega: That girl has it down bad for you.

Yusuke: (Eyes Starts to Widened in Genuine Surprise) What? But....that's impossible! There's no proof of that being true. Is it?

Sojiro: (Shrugs) We wouldn't be having this conversation if it wasn't.

Morgana: Think about it. You ever noticed how she started hanging out with you a lot more than she does with Ren, Ryuji, Ann, Makoto, mom, or anyone of us in here as of late?

Yusuke: Well....I suppose we have spent more time together than usual in the last two years..... (Smiles a Little) And I have grown to enjoy her company as of late. She's a wonderful companion who deserves every happiness she receives.

Lavenza/Morgana: (Clasps Their Hands While Smiling at Yusuke With Puppy Dog Eyes) AWWWWWWWWW!~

Yusuke: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) But i wonder......Do you really think I have what takes to be a suitable love partner to her? I never been in a relationship before, and my knowledge of is minimal at best.

Omega: Being in a romantic relationship can be a challenging process for two or more parties involve and takes a fairly long amount of time of time, patience, and error regardless of the chemistry you share. But if you are willing to step out of your comfort facilities, give it an honest chance, and take the time to learn from one another as your lifespan continues to progress, then I am certain that you two will able to far as an official couple, but only if you choose to go along with the ordeal.

Sojiro: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Wow, I....Honestly couldn't have said any better myself.

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly at the E-Series Robot) We never knew you were so knowledgeable at romance, Omega-Kun.

Omega: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Mother Rouge always makes Knuckles and I watch romance related shows every time she has her hands the remotes. It eventually comes with territory unfortunately....

Sojiro: That explains it. (Turns Back to Yusuke) But Omega's right, kid. You'll never know what the world of romance might have in store for either of you if you give it a shot. (Smiles Softly) We know you two have what it takes.

'A-HEM'

The lights finally brightens up around the café as the gang turn to see Futuba crossing her arms, glaring at them.

Futuba: What the flipping curry is going on in here? (Facepalms Herself) Please don't tell me you forgot to pay the insurance apayment again, Sojiro.....

Sojiro: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) I haven't forgotten to pay anything, Futuba. It's due in a few days and it's not what's going on here.

Yusuke: If I may, sir? Futuba, can I ask you something?

Futuba: (Immediately Notices Yusuke is in the Room as Well) Inari, you're here! (Makes her Way to Him) And yeah, what you wanna ask me?

Yusuke: This....may or not come out of thin air, but....is it true that.....you may have a possible interest in me? In a romantic sense?

Futuba: (Squint her Eyes in Confusion) Interest in you in romantic-

As the words "romantic" escape from her mouth, something inside her brain starts to click as her eyes starts to widens and a blush begins to appear on both of her cheeks.

Futuba: H-HUUUUUUUH!?~

Yusuke: Romantic interest. Or I suppose in layman's terms: having a plausible sized crush on-

Futuba: I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS, INARI! (Chuckles Very Awkwardly) And it's ridiculous!~ I mean, really, how can I, a shut-in weeb, could EVER fall for such a talented, fairly good looking INARI like you? That's crazy!~

Futuba's chuckles slowly starts to die down as she sees everyone in the room staring at her with deadpinned looks, clearly not buying the see through denial act or as she mostly put it, the "Tsundere" act.

Futuba: (Sighs in Defeat Before Facepalming Herself) Okay, this is starting to get repetitive now- Fine, I confess! I....(Starts Turning Away While Blushing) do have a crush on you, Yusuke.

Yusuke: (Eyes Starts to Widened Again) You said my actual name.....This must be serious then.

Futuba: (Quickly Glares at her Crush) Will you can it already!? This isn't a joke or some kind of elaborate prank on your dispense! I REALLY do like you, Yusuke Kitagawa! So would you kindly stop being a smart-ass and take me seriously for once!?

'Silence'

Futuba: (Calms Herself Down by Sighing Before Rubbing her Arm Softly) Sorry. I didn't mean to blow up on you like that....Sorry in advance, Sojiro, but letting out your emotions can be a real bitch sometimes, you know?

Yusuke: (Chuckles Lightly) I agree. But really it's okay. If anything I should apologize for making you upset to begin with.

Futuba: (Shrugs) Eh. I'm over it now, so you don't have to worry about all of that. (Shyly Turns her Front her) So.....what do you think? About my confessions and whatnot.....

Yusuke: Well....as overjoyed I am to hear your confessions....(Starts Blushing) And how I am beginning to feel similarly towards you as well....

Futuba: (Eyes Begins to Widened Before Turning Back to Yusuke) S-Seriously? Are you actively for real right now!?

Yusuke: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes. That I am. (Frowns a Bit) But even still, if I'm being honest, I can't help but to also feel nervous about starting a legitimate relationship between us.

Futuba: Duuuude! I'm nervous about all of that crap too!

Yusuke: Really now?

Futuba: Really times infinity! I mean, being a couple is great and all, but I'm still getting used to going out and socializing with every new people I mean without running away and hide. What makes you think I would have what it takes to be romantic 24/7?

Yusuke: Perhaps we could let our feelings run it's course until it comes natural for both of us? There's no telling how long it will take, but I believe it's a better alternative than just simply rushing into it.

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly at the Duo) We could help you learn the fundamentals of romance if the both of you like?

Morgana: (Happily Nodded) Yeah, definitely. (Gently Holds Lavenza's Hand) We're still new to the whole thing ourselves, but it wouldn't hurt either of us to lend you two a hand.

Omega: I am not the biggest fan of the concept myself. (Smiles Brightly) But I am still willing to give you assistance if need.

Sojiro: (Smiles Softly) Same here. It's been a long while since I've gotten into a relationship myself, but I can be pretty knowledgeable on the subject. You two are in good hands.

Yusuke: (Simply Nodded With a Sincere Smile on his Face) And we can't thank you all enough for each of your support.

Futuba: Group Hugs!~

The gang gathered around for a group hug among one another before light tabs on the glass doors rang into their eardrums as they turn to see Sae Niijima and a few other people standing outside of the café.

Sae: Pardon me for intruding such a touching moment. (Starts Glaring at Sojiro) But can you PLEASE let us inside already!? I am on the clock right now!

Tae: (Pops her Head Out From Behind the Prosecutor With An Annoyed Look) We all are.

And right on cue, the rest of the crowd begins to speak out their complaints as well.

Sojiro: I uh.....(Begins to Chuckle Awkwardly) guess we left those door close lock for too long there, huh?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Yup. Which is Inari and I cue to leave.

Yusuke: ('Sigh') And we're back on the nickname department....

Futuba: (Happily Hugs Yusuke's Arm as the Two Make Their Way to the Door) Hush, boy. You know you love it~

Sojiro: Well, I hope you two be safe be, don't try any funny business, and have fun out there.

Futuba: We will!~ (Unlocks the Door to the Café, Letting Everyone Outside In) Café's now reopen, folks!~

Sae: (Sighs in Relief as She Walks in) Finally.... (Turns to the Duo With a Soft Smile) I hope you two have a good time on your date today.

Futuba: Thank you bunch, Big Sis Sae. (Happily Waves Goodbye at Sojiro and the Other as She and Yusuke Walk Put Together) Don't try and spy on us while we're gone or I'll hate you all foreverrrrr!~

Sojiro: We hear you loud and clear, kiddo. See ya! (Let's Out a Bit if a Heavily Sigh) I guess it's time to go back on our regularly scheduled program. (Turns to the Rest of the Gang) You three mind helping an old man out here?

Morgana/Lavenza: (Happily Salutes to Sojiro) Yes sir!~

Omega: Affirmative. (Quickly Looks Down on his Arm and Makes a Call) Abort the stealth operation. I repeat: Abort the stealth operation!

Meanwhile outside of the café, Solid Snake receives the call Omega gave while hiding behind the building's rooftop.

Snake: Cope that. (Ends the Call Before Sighing Heavily) I need to start my early retirement already. I'm getting too old for this.....

Happy Late Birthday, Futuba!

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