#cause this man keeps appearing suddenly and randomly in places

[softiedingo]

I just woke up and then there's this man wearing a tight leather jacket 🥹

[konohamaru-sensei]

similarities

Merry Christmas @qettleqorn!! I am so happy that last year (also around christmas!) I randomly decided to VC with you and we just talked for hours that day and got a long so great! You've become one of my closes people here, someone I share a lot with (Even when I'm embarrassed) and someone I really love talking to. Thank you for everything this year and wish you all the best for the next!

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Nanami X Oc / Also Sukuna x OC

Courtesan JJK Au with special appearance of @fireflylitsky's Izumi

sorry that it ends so suddenly I had no idea for an end so its just there! :D

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There was a commotion outside of the doors, some yelling and something dropped something that sounded like a pan with a loud clang on the ground. Kin opened her eyes and blinked into the half light coming from the windows. “I’m sorry, my lady,” the man beside her said. “They should be more considerate of you.”

“It’s alright, Kento,” she yawned. After all, it was rather unlikely that a guest stayed over long into the next day. If she came back late, it would just cause too much chatter anyway. 

She pushed herself up and shook out the locks of her hair. “Next time you just have to come to me”, she said with a wink. “Then we can remain undisturbed as long as we like.” 

Kento smiled friendly: “I understand that the permanent place on your side is already filled by another.” He said it so sweetly, as if he was not trying to accuse her of anything, but she’d met him often enough to hear the slight wind of envy. It was true though, if Kin ordered Kento to come to the palace she would have to lend Sukuna out to someone else to make space for him and Sukuna quite liked his high position at court.

“Well maybe you could share then,” she winked back and though she had told him often enough to be honest with her, he just lowered his head a little as if to say “As you wish.” He really was very good at this. That’s why she kept coming back and kept paying the rising fees that he was worth.

She had tried, of course, to get Kento to move to the palace with her to keep him from being bought out by anyone else but her, but Kin had to learn that he very much enjoyed the work he was doing and liked the freedom that the red light district offered him. At least in comparison to the shut in feeling of palace walls. She couldn’t fault him for that, no matter how much she might have wanted to.

It was not like Kin wasn’t satisfied with the men that were brought to her. Sukuna had been such a promising courtesan that she had paid a good sum to get him to stay and though Kenjaku had left to pursue his own things, he had been more than serviceable. But she had been feeling out for something new, maybe someone younger and this house had a good line up of young shining stars. So she had come by to look for herself.

The white haired boy, Satoru, was the talk of the town, his slightly smaller but no less handsome companion Suguru had the women in the palace swooning and their friend Mei Mei was the dream that many women and men at court were too poor to afford, but Kin had immediately taken to Kento. 

He wasn’t as tall as Satoru, as conventionally handsome as Suguru or as bold as Mei Mei. He was soft, his voice was deep, his hands were warm and Kin had wanted to steal him away instantly. Without success, at least so far.

So she had no choice but to come back out here regularly to see him and his fee went up with every visit she did to see him. “Can other people even afford you still?” she had asked him jokingly one time as they were sitting in a hot bathtub together. He had smiled as friendly as always and his answer “Some” had annoyed her more than she wanted to admit.

If only Sukuna wasn’t so territorial, then maybe she could just bring him around. Sure, both men would agree to it because it was their job, but Sukuna really liked to take charge himself. Over the many years he had served Kin he really had developed a feeling of superiority over her other partners. As if he was the best person and nobody else would ever be able to satisfy her as he did.

“My lady,” Kento said and pressed a soft kiss to her naked shoulder. “I think it's about time for you to make your way.” He didn’t say it, but Kin knew he meant that he needed time to get ready for the next clients in the evening.

She was about to put his hair out of his eyes and agree with him that it was time to go when the door flew open. A boy was in the doorway and at first glance Kin could feel her heart stop for a second. The cherry blossom hair and the jawline looked way too similar to someone she knew very well.

“Itadori-kun”, Kento said and sat up. “You should not come in here at this time. Especially not without knocking.”

The boy flushed instantly: “I’m sorry Nanamin.” He was stuttering. “I just saw that you didn’t get breakfast yet and…”

A scream was audible behind the boy and then two arms reached for him. “Yuuji!” It was the voice of the woman that Kin knew as being head of the maids in the place. “What the hell are you doing?”  A head with black hair stuck their head into the room. “Uh, excuse the boy’s behaviour, madam, eh, please enjoy your time.” Then she pulled the boy and pushed the door closed.

Kin had rarely noticed what had happened, she was too fixated on the appearance of the boy. “Who is he?” She asked Kento.

“Itadori Yuuji. He was growing up around here as an orphan. Uchiha-san, the head of maids, took him in. She was the one who disciplined him just now.”

Kin nodded. “Do you know where he is from?”

Kento raised a brow as if he was curious why she wanted to know that. “Many of us people around here have no real family. He is training in this establishment to earn some money. As far as I know Master Yaga never asks for background as long as people work hard.”

So they had no idea who was among them. Kin’s heart was beating against her ribcage. It seemed impossible to think that this boy had found his way back so close to his family, with how big the world and the country was, but she would have recognised that hair colour anywhere. He had grown to look a lot like his father.

Kento seemed suspicious when Kin hurried to get dressed next to him, but etiquette told him not to ask what was on her mind. Instead he made himself presentable and walked her down the large staircase to the exit of the building as always. “When are you planning on letting me see you again?” he asked as always in this overly polite manner to not imply he was begging or trying to get her money.

“Soon,” Kin replied exactly as always. She always sent notice ahead of time for him to clear his schedule, but she never did longer than 24 h ahead. 

No kiss goodbye, they were now in public after all, but she took his hand and squeezed it before the door to the carriage opened and she slipped inside. There was a much smaller woman already sitting inside, a purple kimono matching her dark hair. She was Kin’s closest attendant and cousin, royal enough to be dressed in riches but not nearly royal enough to be of importance. They were always together.

“Did you wait long?” Kin asked, because she didn’t want to lead with her news fist.

Izumi shrugged: “You take your time with this one, I know you might be late.” She was referring to Kento. Kin had suggested Izumi go meet him too, mostly because they often shared such things with one another, but her cousin had lately been focused on her actual marriage instead of looking for fun outside of it.

“I have news,” Kin couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Incredibly big news. Izumi, my dear, I found one of them.”

The other woman turned her head: “One of what?”

“Kids.” Kin reached over to take her hand. “I found one of your kids.”

The carriage wheels wobbled forward over the cobblestone, pushing both women from left to right as the wood kept creaking under their weight. And though there was so much noise around them, the silence that fell between the two friends was almost as audible. Izumi first went white and then her cheeks coloured red.

“You’re joking”, she said as if it was a matter of fact.

Kin grabbed her hand closer: “No, I would never joke about such a thing.”

Izumi stared into her lap: “You found one of my kids? In the whorehouse?”

“Yes.” Kin knew that's not what she wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

“Which one?”

“Yuuji.” Kin was amazed that the name had stuck, even though he’d probably grown up mostly on his own.

“Yuuji..” Izumi’s eyes blurred and it looked like she was lost in memories.

“He is training there,” Kin explained. “Apparently an apprentice.”

Izumi looked up. “So we can still stop him from working! If I could just go to see -”

“You can’t.” Kin cut her off before she could finish her thought. “Remember, you can’t talk to him.”

“Right,” Izumi’s eyes fell to her hands again. “That was what I promised when I gave them away.” That was the trouble of being royal, but not royal enough. You had power to choose your high profile courtesans, but children out of marriage had to be given away. It was cruel, but it was the law.

“Will you tell him?” Izumi asked without looking at her friend. “That you found his son, I mean?”

Kin laughed a little: “I don’t think he’d care.”

“Suppose not,” Izumi agreed.

They sat side by side like this for a while, as the walls of the palace closed behind them. Kin kept holding Izumi’s hand tightly to offer her support. They’d done so much together all their lives and Kin hated that she was put in the position to give up two sons in the first place. 

After a while Izumi turned to the other woman. “Do you think I can at least look at him? See him?”

Kin didn’t know how she could summon the child without making it look suspicious, especially with Kento already having noticed something was odd, but she didn’t like it when her friend looked so defeated. “Definitely. I will make sure you will.”

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #6: a5a2 part 2

this shit is so trippy and weird and honestly scary im actually scared. the context for the first image is that jade is entering a dream bubble for the first time since her dream self is dead. the second image is daves dreamself looking into the void and seeing like the horrorterrors. and then jade sees them too somehow in the dream bubble.... its honestly horrifying and has me quite perturbed.

it seems like she is also perturbed. and PISSED AWF

IM INCLINED TO AGREE WITH HIM. SUDDENLY HE SEEMS SENSIBLE AND NORMAL I WOULD SAY. I WOULD CALL HIM THESE THINGS.

this is so funny i thought this was just a jade karkat and future karkat interaction but then fucking dave just Appears out of nowhere . so cool

LOOK AT MY SON (do not look at his computer. we wont talk about it) HE IS SO REAL

okay so theres been tons happening but im pretty sure i never got an explanation as to why daves bro is just randomly on LOWAS (land of wind and shade) . and why jack knew he was there. like what are these freaks doing on my sons planet. should i keep calling him my son. gay daughter or thot son

hate these guys but love sword fights so net neutral (secretly cool)

DAVE SPRITE!!! weird that he also knew to come to lowas. i feel like i may be missing some critical information

they are so cute

this is how i talk to my friends on the internet. except maybe with meows

oh god i think this is where everything goes to shit . with umbral ultimatum as the soundtrack. really good song! anyway. gonna watch this now

this is so bad oh man oh god

well. at least theres this. L mans

stop talking to gray text stupid dumb. i think the fact that i find this funny proves that my brain needs to be studied

wow check out this awesome panel. vriska IS the fire. the irons.... are john? irons in the fire. its the thing she always says. i uh i think i lost the metaphor

YESSS HE DID IT HE DID THE [redacted]

what a fucking crazy amount of wind my son has just summoned. that is so much wind. its covering the whole planet!!!!

i love how matter of fact he is about it. like oh this giant swirling vortex covering my entire planet? oh i did that? oh thats cool.

i never read into this before but damn its crazy that feferi is dead here cause the last time we saw her she was literally fine. what could have happened..... ( i already know)

OH HELLYES . HELL FUCKING YES I LOVE THIS SONG

me to your fucking house

dawwwwww

no need to serve this hard??? but pop off i guess....

not you too....

er okay tavros just tried to make jade his girl friend without even really knowing her and he was being really annoying and kind of an asshole while doing it and then she let him down nicely but then vriska was like bro that was the worst thing i have ever seen and was very VERY mean to him about it (maybe even more than he deserved) and then admitted to being the reason why jack noir is a super powerful evil creature now AND BONUS SHE GOT A VERSION OF DAVE KILLED >:((((

i dont wanna dwell on that though because one of my favorite parts of the comic is coming up right now :3

fun fact: "heir transparent" "doctor" and "planet healer" are all songs of john egbert :D

ANYWAY ITS TIME FOR ANOTHER GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!YESSSSSSSSILOVE GAMING !!!! SBURB

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he did it :)

i think this is a good place to end this one . general thoughts right now? huge. pog. things are happening. plans are being formed. i kind of glossed over them but rose and dave are planning to explode the green sun. john just went god tier. and jade is finally in. on the trolls side of things we finally understand why their session went wrong at the last moment, but it seems like even more has gone wrong since weve seen them last? feferi is dead. tavros wants to kill vriska. what could possibly happen next. tune in next time . i dont know when it will be. probably tomorrow. what with all the waiting i'll be doing.

[thesubparwriter]

“Um, can I get whatever the equivalent of a large latte is?” He says with a wide grin. “Sorry, I’m new here and I don’t quite understand the menu yet.”

Heat creeps up chest and flushes my face. “Sure, no problem.”

From the corner of my eye I can see Issac’s third and fourth arms begin to form as he prepares to pick up his 10 Christmas shopping bags to leave. My throat tightens and I grip the cash register. ‘Please don’t let this silly little human turn around’ I pray silently.

“Thank you. How much will that be?” The foolish little man asks.

I see an opportunity and I take it. The longer he stands here unaware of the danger he’s in and risk he poses for my regulars, the longer his scent has to spread and maybe, just maybe, the patrons will get a whiff and realise something is wrong.

“That’ll be…” I scratch my chin and fane confusion. I don’t dare turn to look at the menu behind me, so I stare at the screen on the register blankly. “Um… oh dammit. That’s not right!”

I tap random buttons on the screen and by the grace of Zeus, the register begins to protest loudly.

“Sorry, I’m new here and I’m still not used to things myself!” I lie. I own the damn place but there was no way I was going to let this man screw things up for me. I mean how did he even get in unnoticed? How did he not notice the others as he came in? I smelt him the moment he walked in. He reeks of human.

“Not to worry, I’m in no hurry!” He says as relaxes his stance and hooks his thumbs in his backpack straps. “I come this way everyday and I’ve never noticed, I felt so drawn, I just had to come in, I’ve got the time today.”

He’s talking to ease my nerves but the longer he stands there the worse they get, he doesn’t even realise the risk him even being here poses.

I keep randomly clicking away at the screen, when I notice Felix sniffing the air. Felix was my favourite happy-go-lucky werewolf, if he noticed, I knew he’d jump to my rescue without causing a scene.

He looks over at me and I briefly lock eyes with him and shoot a quicker glance at the man stood in front of me. His mouth drops open and he turns to look around to see if anyone else has noticed. Getting to his feet, he quickly and silently makes his way around the tables whispering to everyone as he went. Some people jumped up in panic and began gathering their belongings to leave. Some scowled and began hiding their extra extremities. This was supposed to be a safe space for them. How could I recover from this? How had a human made it through my charm?

After a while, Felix returns to his seat and gives me a nod.

The man clears his throat. “So like I said, I was just walking by like I do everyday and suddenly I heard this mesmerising voice, it sounded like a woman singing… calling to me. That’s when I turned and noticed this place, bright and blooming right there. How I hadn’t noticed it before is beyond me, but there you go. Here I am.”

And that’s when it clicked. Serena.

I smiled and straightened. “That’s wonderful, well your total will be 2 dollars please.”

I don’t even accept human money here but I had no choice.

“2 dollars?” He says astonished and looks around as if he’d wondered into a parallel universe. Little did he know…

He reached into his pocket for his wallet and my chest started to swell with relief, it was almost over.

“Here.” He said, handing me a thin piece of plastic. “And give yourself a huge tip” he said with that huge grin of his that was starting to grow on me.

Dammit, a credit card. I don’t have a machine.

“You know what, it’s on the house. I forgot, we have an offer for new customers.” I say with a smile, I hope he doesn’t sense its falsity.

“You…” he looks at my name tag. “Demetria, have just made my day. I just lost my job and I really needed something nice to pick me up. Now this… thank you!”

A warm sensation bubbles in my belly. And my cheeks follow suit. A shy smile appears on my face and I curse myself internally. “It’s Demi.” I say stupidly.

With a wink he turns and stalks over to the farthest table at the window and takes a seat, grinning wildly at everyone around him watching him cautiously.

I take this opportunity to race into the back to kill Serena.

I find her sat on the kitchen counter with one leg crossed over the other and a devious smile on her face.

“What did you do?” I say in a hushed voice.

“He needs you and you need him. You’re more than welcome.” She says and jumps to her feet. She walks over to me as I’m frozen on the spot. Kissing me on the cheek as she passes. “Yes, I called him with my siren song… it doesn’t take a genius to know only the clean hearted humans hear the call of my song… now do with him what you will. I have a feeling he’s going to fit right in.”

“Serena this is not funny! You can’t bring a human in here.”

“But he’s not just any human, he’s your human. I’m no Cupid, he hasn’t been in yet this morning, but the way your cheeks burn so hot I can feel the heat back here, every time he smiles, I think says it all. Now sis, use a little witchy charm and some of your girly charm and let’s blur the lines between our world and his…”

She danced away singing her siren song and ease flooded my once panicked state…

You run a secret, hidden café frequented by mythical beings. One day, a human somehow finds their way to the café. They have not noticed they are the only human, nor have the other patrons noticed them. Yet.

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || FEELS LIKE SILK

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna + a hint of Itadori Yuji from jujutsu kaisen 

| warnings : grammar error, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1159

| published : 15 november

| request : Could I request Sukuna taking over Yuji body to touch Yujis girlfriend hair? He finds her intriguing and is also learning new feelings while being inside of Yuji.

| barista’s notes : when i finished this imagine, i thought it was quite short until i looked at the word count and realised that i typed out 1159 words ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i guess i’m used to writing a lot ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) and that you have an amazing day! please come back again soon ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

Ever since the second he laid eyes on you, Sukuna couldn’t help but become intrigued on who you were as a person due to the surprising fact that you were able to accept him so easily into your life - as if he was just another normal person that was introduced to you by a close friend or so.

Technically speaking, Sukuna was introduced to you by your boyfriend Itadori, who was willing to let you go once he explained that the King of Curses was living inside of him since the day he swallowed the cursed finger. However, you reacted in the complete opposite way to what the pink-haired boy expected and what shocked him, even more, was the question you asked after the whole explanation was done - this question also shocked the man in question himself.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Y/N, if you want to break up I understand, I just want to keep you safe,” Itadori explained, as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, anticipating your response.

However, all he felt was a little jap to his forehead, causing him to look at you with such confusion in his eyes as he saw a small smile on your face with your index finger pressed onto the middle on his forehead. “Introduce him to me sometime yeah? Whenever you feel comfortable,” you casually said, before you continued with, “I’m not going to leave you, I’m going to be with you till the end whenever you need me, so don’t let me go so easily okay Yuji?”

“What an intriguing woman,” Sukuna curiously muttered, before leaning forward as if he would see you through you if you did. Weren’t you scared of him? Were you taking this whole situation seriously? Were you even being serious in the first place? Or were you actually being serious?

As time went on, you slowly asked Itadori if you could get to know Sukuna - which he was a bit hesitant at first - before he slowly allowed you to do so bit by bit - from you asking his name to what his story was since you weren’t a jujutsu sorcerer at all. That was what made Sukuna more irritated. He was irritated at the fact that he was slowly investing himself into a human that had no curse energy surrounding her at all, a human that had nothing but physical strength to protect herself, a mere human that was somehow not affected by his intense presence nor the threats that he came with.

“Once I’m done with that silver-haired jujutsu sorcerer, you’re next woman,” Sukuna threatened you randomly one day, only for your response to be, “that’s nice to know Sukuna, Yuji where should we go to eat?” - once again surprising the King of Curses on your lack of fear, it was like you had no sense of it at all. 

However, as each day went by, the curse began to take a warm liking to you, wanting to spend as much time with you when you would visit Itadori in Tokyo when you had some free time to spare and would make some sort of effort to talk to you or make a comment when you and Itadori would be on a date.

“If you read that book, you can gain more knowledge about the Jujutsu world Y/N,” Sukuna suddenly informed you, causing you to look at your boyfriend to find a mouth on the side of his cheek.

“This one?” you then asked, as you pointed at a thick beige book that was within the shelf in front of you leading to Sukuna reply with a ‘yes’ as you slid the book out from its position to then flick through the pages.

“Thank you Sukuna”

                                               ꕥ

Today there was no expectation of his sudden appearances. However, this time it was a little different to what you had expected. It was the first time you had arrived at Itadori’s new school ever since he left Sendai.

“It really does look like a prestigious religious school on the outside ha?” you commented, as you took in the scenery that was surrounding you. You couldn't help but be amazed at the sight that you were beholding, you were surprised that Itadori’s teacher even allowed you to step foot into the school in the first place since the place was really secretive, even to the people in Tokyo as well.

However, what you didn't realise was that Itadori wasn’t answering you at all, you were so distracted by what was in front of you that you didn’t realise what was actually happening from behind. As you were about to take one step forward, you suddenly came to an unexpected halt once you felt a little tug on a small section of your hair.

Yet, you couldn’t turn around. Your mind was telling you to, to see what your boyfriend was even doing, but your body just refused to turn with its feet and see what was happening.

“Your hair is really smooth Y/N”

Once you heard that voice, you instantly knew who was talking to you at this moment and time. Finally being able to suddenly have the power to turn around, you quickly said: “Sukuna, my hair isn’t that interesting, It really just-”. But once you had a full view on what was going on behind you, you didn’t see what you were expecting to see at all.

It was Itadori that was in front of you. It was your boyfriend physically in front of you, but it wasn’t at the same time. You knew for a fact that Itadori didn’t have black markings on his face as well as his wrist and you knew that your boyfriend didn’t have his hair spiked up like it was now. 

“I thought we agreed to meet on Yuji’s terms”

“Well you agreed that with the brat and not me, besides I was getting a little impatient”

From what you could see, Sukuna was still looking down on the few strands on your hair that he was holding before rubbing his fingers to explore the feeling of your hair that was finally on his skin. “Your hair feels like silk,” Sukuna commented, before lifting it up slightly to see how the sunlight shone upon the strands, viewing how the colour would somewhat lighten up causing Sukuna to wander back through his memory to visualise what your hair looked like in the wind.

“You’re exaggerating”

“I’m really not, your hair is extremely beautiful just like you,” Sukuna casually stated back at your comment before bringing the ends of the strands to his lips, causing you to be surprised at the sudden affection that was being displayed only to suddenly blush once his red orbs looked directly at yours - such beautiful ruby eyes that you could get lost in within seconds.

“Even on my lips it feels like silk, I wonder if your skin feels the same”

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

13 Days of AUs- The Seventh Day of Christmas: A DabiDeku AU

Summary: On the 13 days of Christmas, Music gave to me… 13 different POTSOD AUs! Each contains a different pairing and different plots but within: a collection of plot line that will appear in the main series… though have fun figuring them out! (Including a few pairings that will appear~)

ON AO3

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 Midoriya Tomoe drummed her fingers on the desk in front of her, feeling the too-tight urge to jump up and run combined with nerves deep in her gut. God, why was this so weird? Why were people giving her strange looks? Why-

 “You!” The voice made her jump, and she focused on a blue-haired boy with glasses pointing at her. “The one who looks like a doll! Stop-“ and nope.

 “Ex-fucking-scuse me?” Tomoe growled out, glaring at him. “What the hell are you doing pointing out my mutation, asshole! Fuck you, I ain’t a damn doll!” The boy looked taken aback as Present Mic cleared his throat loudly. 

 “Thank you, listener, for calling in, but please keep Quirkist comments to yourself and tone down the swearing.” He said. The boy looked mortified, and Tomoe kind of felt the same way.

 Damn it. Her first real-time at a school, and she fucks it up. 

-0-

 Midoriya Tomoe always knew her Mum had been too young when she had her. She also knew Pops wasn’t her biological dad, given she had a faint memory of meeting him for the first time. But she never really understood the implications until she’d randomly looked up her mother one day on Google. 

 Midoriya Inko found guilty of neglect

 Local Math Teacher Sexually Assaults Pre-Teen

 The endless articles filled Tomoe with a sick sort of horror she never could shake off. Her Mum and Pops knew she’d looked it up, and Mum sat her down to talk to her about what she’d discovered. In many ways, it cemented Tomoe’s desire to be a hero. She looked at the articles that all stated what happened and then read comments about how a Quirkless girl should expect it. It fueled her and made her want to be a hero to stop that shit.

 Of course, she never expected to face ROBOTS. 

 “This test is so FUCKED!” Tomoe said, throwing her arm out so some strings from the tips of her fingers would jut out of her stitches, piercing a robot in several places.  She twitched her hand, and the robot began to obey her, destroying other robots. “Oh shit, dude!” She grabbed a purple-haired teenager who was too close to a collapsing building caused by some kid with explosive hands, her strings grabbing the guy and yanking him back. “You all right?” Tomoe asked him as her strings went back to her hand. He scowled at first but sighed.

 “I’m fine. Dumb test. My Quirk is worthless on robots.” He grumbled.

 “Man, I get that.” Tomoe laughed. “I’m lucky my Quirk is mental and physical, so I need to stab things with my strings to control them.”

 “Oh,” the boy suddenly looked sympathetic. Control Quirk then himself. Man, her Mum would love to meet him. “I won’t pass.”

 “Dude, I saw an invisible girl not too far from here breaking off rebar and going to town on robots,” Tomoe said. The boy looked shocked and then glared at the ground. “Ah, you want to just focus on using your Quirk over everything else, don’t you?”

 “What’s wrong with that?” The boy demanded.

 “Nothing, but if you want, I can bring my mother’s analysis of how all top heroes are not one trick ponies and that those who solely rely on Quirks tend to fail hard. It’s good reading, given she’s Midoriya Izumi.”  Tomoe grinned at the look the boy gave her. Few didn’t know her mother, who was widely believed to be one of the best analysts in Japan. 

 “Ah…” the boy looked around before sighing. “I’ll try and get points then.”

 “Save people too. That’s what being a hero is truly about. Saving people and preventing things from happening,” Tomoe said firmly.  She wanted to be a hero to save people like her mother and prevent it from happening again.

 She hoped her mother would be proud.

-0-

  Midoriya Izumi smashed her pipe into the face of the sidekick again with a sigh. She adjusted her mask before turning her head to look at her husband. “How much longer, babe?”

 “A minute,” Midoriya Dabi replied, his hands typing away. Like his wife, he wore a face mask to cover his features, which was good given his scars. Usually, Izumi would deal with the hacking, but they’d been caught off guard by the sidekick having help. 

 “Why are you doing this?” Groaned Kido, the bandaged sidekick looking pathetic on the ground.

 “Oh, I dunno, maybe the fact you’ve been part of a group sexually harassing women and even roofieing them?” Izumi asked in her best mocking voice. Kido froze; his friend, whom she’d recently smacked also freezing. Izumi laughed darkly. “You really thought that the Number Two hero would protect you? That being his sidekick meant you were above reproach?”

 “Idiots,” Dabi said. “All right, info packet is being dropped with evidence to the police stations and several news outlets. Time to beat them some more.”

 “You say the best things!” Izumi cooed, turning to their prey with a fierce grin. Kido looked terrified, as did his friend. God, Izumi was happy she met Dabi when she did. Who knows what her life would have turned out like?

-0-

  Izumi and Dabi returned to their apartment an hour before Tomoe came back from her exam. The two took advantage of it, though not in the way many couples would. Sex for them was a bit messy with the open wounds on Dabi, and they couldn’t be that spontaneous. Instead, they began to look into cases on behalf of their other identities. Not their vigilante ones, no- their info broker ones. Or, well, Izumi’s identity. Dabi just played muscle there.

 “Another person asking if Stain is affiliated with the Avengers,” scoffed Izumi. The name their vigilante duo took was dumb as hell, but it worked. “That’s a no. And I’m sending out another packet to show that Stain killed someone for imagined reasons again.”

 “Fucking wannabe,” Dabi grunted. He hated that Stain had latched onto their crusade to eliminate false heroes. It would have been one thing if he had done any research, but the man honestly was a fool who relied on rumours or gut instinct. Izumi liked to post on various media sites how his ideology was flawed and how he picked his targets in the most ridiculous ways. Dabi just liked to call him a hero wannabe with a murder boner. 

 “I know, babe.” Izumi hummed as she typed away. “Aww, Spinner really wants to meet us still. Isn’t that cute?”

 “Imagine if he knew he’d met us like ten times before,” Dabi said. They were interrupted by a door opening, both vigilantes looking up to see a blue-haired man stumble into the room.

 “Did we say your boy toy’s name and summon you?” Izumi asked her brother in amusement. Midoriya Tomura scowled at her.

 “Fuck you. And no, Tomoe is coming home soon. Wanna hear how she destroyed the noobs.” Tomura said. “Also, nice job with the freaks. Internet is already blowing up, and Spinner is crying tears of joy.”

 “That’s cute,” Izumi said, smiling. “How is he anyway? The daycare going well?”

 “Yeah. He offered me a place there, but I prefer gaming.” Tomura said with a yawn. “Made over thirteen thousand yen streaming last week alone.”

 “Impressive,” Izumi said, beaming at her younger brother. “Did… Kurogiri…”

 “He did. He also mentioned he was getting rid of some bugs.” Tomura said, tone telling. When they'd learned of his existence, the half-cocked rescue mission Izumi and Dabi pulled did more than save Tomura. It also exposed Kurogiri as a Nomu, a scientific experiment Izumi loathed more than anything. 

 The discovery of her father’s identity had led to them having a new target to take down, but it also led to horrible discoveries that Izumi swore to purge. Kurogiri slowly getting rid of his brainwashing made their attempts all the better. 

 “Good,” Izumi muttered as she typed away, making Dabi snort. The door began rattling, signalling to Izumi that she needed to switch programs. Having her analysis business connected to her info broker one wasn’t too bad, so she used the same laptop. Their vigilante lives were removed entirely, though. “Tomoe!” Izumi said as her daughter entered the room. “How was the exam?”

 “Good!” The teenager said. “It was robots, and I got a bunch destroyed, but there was this one asshole just blowing up robots without checking for damage or anything. I yelled at him the fifth time I had to rescue someone, and he actually tried to use his Quirk on ME!” Tomoe looked disgusted at her words. “This purple guy I saved earlier used his Quirk to stop him.” Izumi frowned, looking at her husband, who gave a short nod. 

 “Stupid NPCs,” Tomura grunted. “Sounds like a dick.”

 “Oh, Explodey was. Purple guy, kinda. His name is Shinsou, and he like had a Quirk sorta like mine, but his is verbal and needs a response. He seemed nice enough but also really emo.”

 “Glass house,” Dabi said. Tomoe turned to glare at her father.

 “One, I’m goth with punk undertones, thank you. Two, you don’t get to talk Mr. Staples and Coat.” Tomoe sniffed. Izumi covered her mouth while Tomura just openly laughed at the situation. Dabi looked impressed as he got up to snag his daughter in a headlock. 

 “Watch the staples,” Izumi said as she checked her emails for her analysis business. “I’m not patching you up again.”

 “Tear them out!” Tomura cheered. 

 “Whatcha gonna do, hero kid?” Dabi taunted Tomoe, who went for his kidneys. That just got an impressed groan. Izumi rolled her eyes at them, a smile on her face. Then an email caught her eye.

 Dear Midoriya Izumi;

 I, Principal Nezu, would like to offer you a position teaching analysis…

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

Notes:

-this AU takes place in a world where Izumi was born a lot earlier. After she met Dabi, the two became friends and then when Dabi learned of Yamanaka offered to kill him. Izumi wanted to ruin him though so instead they beat the shit out of him, lit his house on fire and leaked info about his crimes. They then kept up this pattern for years. Endeavour is one of their targets but they’re kinda ruining his reputation first before taking him down. 

 Inko was a target for them after they learned she was about to marry Izumi off. They ruined her and ran off into the sunset.

 And yes, in this AU Tomoe will go to UA with the class!!

-Iida was not being Quirkist, he was just trying to clarify who he was talking about, and Tomoe took offence. Unlike the Triplet AU, this version of her did not have a sibling who took away the sting.

-Tomura doesn’t help with the businesses but does pay rent.

-Tomoe is brat who’ll fight god for a corn chip. She also fights dirty. 

-Sabi and Izumi don’t plan on having more kids just yet. They wanna tear down Endevaour and All for One first.

-Izumi is in contact with All Might as her info broker self in order to take down AFO.

-Stain is not popular in this AU as the Avengers are actually doing research and showing the world the truth. The bullshit that Stain pulls isn’t welcome. 

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Rainy Afternoon- Klaus Hargreeves x reader

Summary: It’s supposed to be movie night, though Klaus always seems to change that in one way or another.

Warning: fluff, smut mentions

Masterlist

Klaus gently grabbed your shoulders, his face inches from yours as he looks deeply into your eyes, “We’re watching Twilight.” He says softly in the most gentle and sweetest of voices, like he telling you he loves you for the first time or something of the sort.

You let out an amused snort, “No, we are not.” The words leaving your lips bluntly and with as much enthusiasm as a stick.

Laying sprawled out on yours and Klaus’ shared apartment bed, your eyes trailing over the chipped white ceiling as your cuddly man hugs your torso. You couldn’t feel happier or more loved right now in this very moment while a storm rages against the window.

It’s about three in the afternoon and the clouds don’t seem to want to move, nor does the sky appear to remain keen on halting its assault of never ending water droplets onto the city below. But that’s all well and fine with you and Klaus on this lazy Thursday.

So far the two of you have half successfully baked a chocolate cake and eaten mostly all of it for your breakfast/lunch like the health conscious adults you are. Then for almost two hours you both danced around the apartment like wild hoodlums, making sure to push all the furniture aside for safety and to better show off your fantastical dancing skills. After that rush of excitement and heavy physical activity, you both stuck your heads out the window to let the soft pattering of the rain cool you two off.

Once that was done, Klaus dragged your bum to the bedroom for some kisses and a needed cuddle session now resulting in the two of you laying in your casual positioning for the time being. The only sounds to be heard is the pouring of the rain outside and Klaus’ dramatic sighing he does when he wants your attention.

Though you’re trying to ignore it just to fuck with him, even so, it appears your man will not let the room stay in a peaceful quietness. With Klaus. Never.

“What if we had tails?” Randomly questions Klaus, the feel of his hard chin digging into your rips as he tries to look up at you for an answer.

Tilting your head down ever so slightly to meet his emerald gaze you smirk, “What if you shut the fuck up?”

Abruptly lifting himself off of you, you’re left slightly colder as his face feigns offense, “Rude.” He tisks in disapproval, “Y/N you kiss me with that mouth.” He giggles, moving to hover over you, both of his muscular arms to either side of your face.

Looking up into his green irises you can’t help the love struck smile that tugs at the corners of your lips, “You’re one to talk considering yesterday I was making you say a whole lot worse while we were...”

Suddenly his lips are on yours and the slight chill you might have once had is gone in an instant. He’s warm and welcoming as always, letting this moment take its sweet time as he slowly lowers himself flush against you.

Feeling the full weight of Klaus is a solid blessing, he’s warm and enough to cover your smaller frame which is always nice. Soon he’s caressing your hair as his legs fall on the mattress in between your thighs while he continues to move gently against your lips.

All to soon Klaus pulls away, resting his elbows against the bed as he stares deeply into your beaming gaze and almost swollen lips from the swiftly pleasant previous events. His hair is a usual mess, dark brown locks throwing themselves every which way. His unkempt mane is slightly longer then normal but you’re not complaining, gives you something to tug when you’re getting rawed into the mattress.

Without a second to spare he leans down to press a sweet kiss upon your lips before pulling away just as quickly, a mischievous glimmer to his eye that sends an electric bolt of excitement into your body.

Letting your finger tips lightly drag down the side of his handsome features, he closes his eyes as you smile, “I know that look. What do you have in mind we do next?”

Opening his eyes once more, he kisses your cheek, “Oh I have something very intriguing swirling through this wonderland.” He quips, ever so slightly pressing into you as he pecks the corner of your lips.

“Klaus.” You halfheartedly warn, “You’re treading on some very dangerous territory my love, are you even prepared?” You purr, sending shivers down his naked spine as you drag your nails gently down his back, causing the man to close his eyes in pleasure. “You are weak to my power.”

Leaning his head against yours, Klaus tugs at a small lock of your hair, “Y/N. You have no fucking idea.” He mutters lowly, oh you got him now.

“You are nothing but a simple weary traveler who’ve lost their way in the storm.” You whisper, “Wandering, lonely, desperate...”

“Y/N.” He warns, though there is no real threat that could make you fall back in fear, Klaus loves when you act like this. God you’ve got him by a string.

“A man alone is no way to live in this world. It’s a fortunate thing I have found you then, and taken you into my castle.” Your words are soft and sensual as your body begins to press up into his growing member, “Now look at us, how far things have gone from when I found you alone in the woods. Now you’re tiny and desperately in need of being touched.”

“Oh lord.” Mumbles Klaus as you tug at his tiny neon boxers, your lips dancing across his cheeks the whole time.

——

Panting from Klaus’ persistent love making capabilities that’s left you sweaty and slightly sore in more areas then your thighs. You take a deep satisfied breath, body nude and hot as you lay against the beds soft blankets, listening to the pitter patter of rain against the window.

Klaus is a sight to behold, with his hair a wild jungle and his body absolutely glistening in the neon lights of your room. He lays on his back next to you, eyes closed as his face reveals a big dumb smile blessing his handsome features for you and only you to enjoy.

His naked chest rises and falls in repetitive slow waves as he keeps a single hand protectively against your wrist that’s closest to him. You can tell he’s spent, giving all of himself to you in many positions and various places throughout the room is no easy feat. But you’re worth everything to him.

You blink up at the ceiling, immensely enjoying the feeling of being naked and completely vulnerable to the world in this very moment. Though the prying eyes of the universe isn’t a huge problem right now, you’re just grateful to have someone like Klaus who absolutely worships you.

He’s never made you feel like shit, never judged you, let you down when you needed him most, or mocked you for anything. He’s always made sure to keep you close and to never let his addictions get in the way of your love and deep friendship. Sure he’s struggled, but you’ve always been there to reach out a hand when he stumbles.

And for that he owes you everything, possibly even his life. Though he’d never want to fully admit that, he’s still a bit stubborn in those areas. But without a doubt he has always shown you how much you mean to him, and that means more to you then anything in the whole wide world.

Gently tapping your wrist, Klaus stirs from beside you, “Y/N.” He whispers, causing you to turn your attention over to him.

“Yes?” You whisper back, eyes trailing from his lips over to his emerald eyes.

He breaks out into a cute little smile when your gaze meet, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” You confirm, shifting yourself on the bed so that you’re now laying on your stomach facing Klaus, “I have a fantastic idea and it involves you going to get us something to eat.”

“Blah.” Complains Klaus with a pout, “Can’t we just order gummy worms? Oh, some of that Thai from Fifth Avenue?”

Shaking your head you chuckle, “I’m afraid not, they don’t serve gelatin sour candy or have delivery.”

“Tragic.”

“Well....we could go on a heist to the 7 eleven, you wanna join me?” You ask while gently twirling his hair with your fingers as he thinks of an excuse or hopefully a more positive answer.

“Ugh but the rain.” Whines your man as he throws his arm up to point dramatically at the window before it falls back onto the bed with a thwump sound. “Why do humans need to eat?”

Leaning your head down, you gently kiss his lips for a few moments to silence his dull excuses before pulling away once more, “Why do humans need to fuck?” You whisper to him in the darkly lit room as rain continues to softly patters against the glass.

Raising a brow, you watch as his lips shift into a grin, “Fair point my dear. Fair point.” He mumbles while reaching a hand up to press your lips against his once more. He tastes so sweet and delicious, but alas your stomach growls in defiance as it complains of your hunger.

Tugging on his hair, you lift your head up to give him a half annoyed look, “Stop kissing me. We need to eat something and the fridge is empty.”

Smiling cheekily he softly caresses your skin, “Why can’t I just eat you instead? I know how absolutely scrumptious you are.” Sweet talks Klaus in that compellingly sly voice of his that absolutely drives you wild.

Biting your bottom lip, you contemplate taking him up on that implied offer just as another pang of hunger curls in your body. “I’m thinking cheap frozen pizza. How about you hot-stuff? And anyways, what else you got going on?”

“Showing my girlfriend how much I love her on this fine day?”

“I like it, but wrong answer.” You reply with a smirk, “Now come on, let’s get some food so we can come back here and be lazy again.”

Klaus rolls his eyes, “Grrr fine. But only because I love you.”

[xbadgerbearx]

your people will have our help

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Can’t Sleep: [1] … [3]

Of course you had to jump out of the aircraft into the cold water. What a perfect way to start the mission. Your team swam for a bit before wading through the shore as you approached the beach.

"Congratulations, Bloodsport."

"How'd you do it, Waller? There's no soldiers out here on patrol at all."

The beach was completely empty. There were no disturbances and more importantly, no enemies anywhere to be found. It was... peaceful.

"Let's just say they were distracted."

You only walked on the sand a couple feet before a large explosion erupted.

"Control, we have a disturbance south of here," Bloodsport reported after you jumped in surprise.

"It's just a diversion, Bloodsport."

Bloodsport seemed to weigh his options before speaking, "All right, we cut through the jungle to get to Valle Del Mar."

"Don't they have blockades at the city limits?" Peacemaker interjected.

"That's the word."

"How we getting in? Especially with Charlie the Tuna here," Peacemaker said while looking back at King Shark.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"You're the leader. You're supposed to be decisive."

"And I've decided you should eat a big bag of dicks, how's that?"

"You're being facetious, but if this whole beach was completely covered in dicks and somebody said I had to eat every dick until the beach was clean for liberty, I would say no problemo."

"Why would someone put penises all over the beach?" Ratcatcher II asked.

"Who knows why madmen do what they do."

"Chris, this is the second time you've made a comment like this today. Is there something you want to tell us?" You joked.

"Well, you know what I think?" Bloodsport started. "I think liberty is just your excuse to do whatever you want. Whether that's to eat a beach full of dicks or killin' folk."

"Oh, yeah? At least I don't kill men for money like you."

"Oh, here we go," Bloodsport sighed as he turned to face Peacemaker.

"There's something wrong with your skin," Ratcatcher II called out as she pointed to Polka Dot Man. You turned to see his face covered in bulging colorful... polka dots.

"It's just a rash."

"Oh, my- Abner, are you okay? You don't look so good," you said worriedly as you reached your hand out to touch him. You were interrupted by another loud explosion off in the distance.

"Never mind that, we need to continue forward."

You made it quite the distance before Bloodsport dropped his bag onto the ground. The entire time walking you watched Abner with both curiosity and worry.

"Alright, we'll camp here, and tomorrow we'll go straight through the city to get to La Gatita Amable by nightfall."

Everyone was laying out their sleeping equipment, in this case sleeping bags, as you figured out where you should lay yours.

"Why don't you lay over here, (L/n)? I could keep you warm," Chris offered with a laugh.

"Fuck no," you replied with the same humorous energy. "I'd rather you not roll over on me like you did last time."

"Last time?" Abner piped up timidly.

"It's nothing like that," you assured while rolling your eyes. "Me, Chris, and some of our other teammates at the time had to huddle up for warmth after Waller sent us on a mission somewhere in Siberia."

"Oh," Abner said, kind of relieved.

"I'll just put mine here," you placed your bag next to Abner's and DuBois. "It's near the fire."

You changed into your sleep clothes. Well, to be honest you just took off your shirt and slept in your tank top, but it was close enough. It wasn't long before you drifted off, however, you awoke some time later to some shuffling sounds and a quiet groan. Peeking under your lashes, you find yourself facing toward DuBois who was resting on his elbow, alert. You quietly sat up and turned to see what DuBois was looking at. A colorful light show was dancing on the leaves and tall grass. Almost as quickly as it happened, Abner appeared. He looked a little out of it, but quickly dawned a look of shock as he was caught doing... what exactly?

You got up to make sure your favorite awkward man was doing okay before you were cut off by a loud bang! Instinctively, you disappeared. Literally. DuBois kept shooting Nanaue until he was backed up against a tree.

"How deep of a sleeper are you?" DuBois asked Cleo, to which she responded sleepily, "I was having the most wonderful dream."

"If it was you about to be eaten by King Shark, then you're psychic," Chris said.

"I don't believe he would do that. He has very kind eyes."

Sebastian was saying what you could only guess was that Nanaue was, in fact, going to eat her.

"Hungry," Nanaue whined.

"You bastard!"

Rats from every direction emerged from the darkness as Cleo held up her glowing device. DuBois was looking rather uncomfortable.

"All right, calm down with the rats!" he yelled.

"What?"

"I have a thing with rats."

"You have a thing with rats?"

"Yes."

"And you're on a team with someone who controls them?" your disembodied voice asked.

He whipped around trying to find you before yelling, "What the fuck?"

As if suddenly remembering that you cannot be seen, you revealed yourself behind Abner whom you were using as a shield. As cute as he thought it was that you were using him as protection, it did startle him that you just appeared randomly behind him.

"Partnering up with someone with rats is not something I asked for!"

Peacemaker started laughing.

"What are you laughing at me for, man? Why the fuck are you in your underwear?"

You looked over and sure enough, Chris was in nothing but his underwear.

"Woah!" you yelled while burying your face into Abner's back. "Chris, put on some pants for fucks sake!"

"Tighty-whities? Really?"

"Now that's just racist."

"No, it's not racist! They're tighty-whities!"

"You didn't tell me you had a fear of rats, DuBois," Waller said over the comms.

"I'm an assassin! Why would I share my liabilities?" This was promptly followed by an uncharacteristicly girly scream.

"Aww, he's offering you a pretty leaf to show you he means no harm," Cleo cooed.

"Why the fuck would I want a leaf?"

DuBois was getting increasingly more freaked out while Chris started laughing again.

"Just get the rats out of here!"

Cleo turned off her device and all the rats scurried back into the jungle.

Peacemaker turned to DuBois and asked, "Hey, we gonna kill Megalodouche now, or what?"

"Nanaue's the strongest member of your team. You need him to get into Jotunheim."

"Yeah, well we can't function as a team if we gotta watch our back from one of our own eatin' our bollocks," Bloodsport replied.

"Nanaue," Cleo started as she kneeled down to his height. "Would you eat your friends?"

"I no friends."

"You have no friends? Well, if you did, would you eat them?"

Chris answered with a "yes" before he was shot a look from Ratcatcher II.

"No?"

"Then can we be your friends?"

Chris scoffed, "Come on, he's obviously lying."

"If I die 'cause I gambled on love, it will be a worthy death."

DuBois shook his head, "You are a little idiot."

So much for a full rest. It was nearly morning by the time the shark incident was resolved, so you decided to just pack up and dress yourself.

"Task Force X, you have an additional mission directive. We've located Colonel Rick Flag. He's been taken by the enemy."

"Rick Flag?" DuBois asked while your team made your way through the jungle.

"I know, you both served on special forces in Qurac that took down Avral Kaddam. Flag was the one who initially recommended you."

"You had other operatives in Corto Maltese and didn't tell us?"

"There was no tactical advantage, now there is. I've uploaded the location on your MTS. Terminate his captors with extreme prejudice. Kill anyone you see. These are dangerous people. Recover Flag before moving on to the city."

You eventually made it to a decent sized camp before DuBois MTS started beeping.

"That's where they're holding Flag."

"Nothing like a bloodbath to start the day."

"I thought they called you Peacemaker," Ratcatcher II questioned.

"I cherish peace with all my heart. I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it."

Ratcatcher II turned to Polka Dot Man before whispering, "I thought you were the crazy one," which was swiftly answered by you lightly shoving her shoulder.

"I am."

"All right," Bloodsport said, getting everyone's attention. "Let's get it."

You and Nanaue crept behind a man who gave his cup to his buddy.

"Gracias," you heard the man say. Soon after, King Shark picked the man up and ate him as he started screaming. He dropped what looked to be a communication device. Nanaue smacked his mouth as the comms device went off.

"Cualquier cosa?"

As your nearby teammates looked in somewhat fear as to what to do, you picked up the dead soldier's comms and said "Nada, Señora" while perfectly mimicking his voice. Your team carried on.

You hastily turned yourself invisible as you scouted for Rick Flag. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to find the only white guy there. You assumed he was Rick since he was injured, but were they... laughing?

"Bloodsport," you whispered into your comms. "I found Rick Flag. He was laughing?" You sounded unsure.

"Most likely drugged," Peacemaker said. "Where's he located?"

"Northmost tent, past the watchtower." Right after you said that you saw a bunch of colorful polka dots disintegrate the watchtower.

"On our way."

You could hear some of your team's conversation as they approached your location. You made yourself visible again.

"I'm sorry it's so... flamboyant."

"It looks cool," you heard Cleo say.

"I don't like to kill people, but if I pretend it's my mom, it's easy."

"TMI, mate," said DuBois.

More laughter could be heard inside the tent as Bloodsport ripped open the tent curtain. An uncomfortable silence settled.

"DuBois?"

"Hey, Flag."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Bloodsport looked around confused. "Waller told us that you were... uh... are you drinking tea?"

Flag gestured to his female companion sitting across the table from him, "This is Sol Soria, she's the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They-they saved my life."

"Oh. Wow."

Everyone put down their weapons.

"Why did my people not alert me of your arrival?"

You awkwardly hide yourself behind Abner again.

"We didn't see any people," Bloodsport swiftly lied.

"Yeah, I didn't see anybody on the way..." Peacemaker continued.

"There's no one out there."

"They were gone when we got here."

"I turned them into my mother in my head and killed them."

Everyone turned to look at Polka Dot Man. You just sighed and smacked his shoulder. To make matters worse, King Shark hacked up... was that a finger with a wedding ring? Sebastian squeaked out an audible "Uh oh."

Soria promptly lunged off the table and made her way outside. You and your team awkwardly stood amongst the destruction you caused while Flag and Soria looked in pain.

"Typical Americans. Just run in, guns blazing."

"I know, this is messed up. These guys, they're..."

Rick looked behind him to see Peacemaker and Bloodsport getting into a stupid cat fight, while Ratcatcher II was rubbing her face ashamed, and you and Polka Dot Man were looking off into the jungle having your own conversation and not even paying attention.

"They're fucking idiots, but right now our objectives aligh with yours. If Jotunheim contains the technology our intelligence says it does, then it could be used on the people of Corto Maltese as well as Americans. That's why we need your help to get into the city so we can stop 'em."

Soria just stared past Flag and asked, "Is that rat waving at me?"

Sure enough, Rick turned back around to see Sebastian waving at them. Cleo was messing with her hands, Chris and DuBois were looking around while tapping their feet, and you were admiring Abner's polka dots on his costume as he was awkwardly trying to accept your compliments.

"It appears it is."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna guess because it's friendly."

Soria thought for a moment, weighing her options, before speaking again.

"Luna and Suarez murdered my entire family. I'd make a deal with the devil to stop them." As if it physically pained her to say, she continued. "Your people will have our help getting to Vall Del Mar to apprehend this Gaius Grieves."

[ratsoh-writes]

a stranger tries to kidnap skeleman's kid master list 7

fellswap gold, mafia-tale/fell/swap, outertale, swapfell red

Here’s the original prompt

And the first post

By the way the character limit is 10 so I’m booting the mafiafell bros

Lord: he’s full in shrieking threats at the stranger as lord sprints to his kid. The stranger drops the kid and tries running, but lord manages to snap a few blurry photos before he hugs his baby. He doesn’t take this to the police. No, he knows someone who can find them much much faster. Aka it takes wine and coffee less than an hour to track the would be kidnapper down, and lord has mutt “drop them off” at the station. A little sketchy? Sure, but he did tell mutt not to cause any permanent damage

Mutt: he runs up to his kid and stranger as quietly as he can. His kid is smart and keeps their mouth shut when they see dad approaching. One second the stranger is dragging the kid to their van, the next moment they wake up duck taped to a police car with a broken wrist and a few jacked up fingers. Mutt figured shredding the hand dragging his kid was punishment enough. The stranger has no idea what hit them

Wine: he yells at them to stop, making a big ruckus which draws a crowd. That’s the goal of course. All these people see is some crazy criminal trying to steal the child of the kind business owner who sometimes tutors their teenagers. Even if police don’t get involved, wine will make sure the kidnappers reputation is destroyed. It doesn’t take them long to get out of town

Coffee: he uses a burst of magic to trip the stranger, and while their face is getting acquainted with the concrete, coffee is hugging his kid and blubbering away. All the witnesses see is this poor monster dad in tears with worry over his baby almost getting kidnapped. And of course his kid is backing dad up and using their best scared baby eyes. The ending for the stranger is the same as wines.

Pluto: the stranger is almost to their van when Pluto shortcuts in front of them and yanks his kid out of their grip. In panic at seeing a little skeleton teleport, the stranger decks Pluto in the face stunning him. By that time a few witnesses have seen the whole thing and are threatening to call the police. Scared, the kidnapper gets in their van and speeds off. Poor Pluto goes home with a nasty black eye but hey, his kid is safe. No regrets

Jupiter: the stranger freezes in place, suddenly finding themselves too heavy to move. The kid takes this moment to wriggle out of their grasp and run behind Jupiter who is slowly walking towards the kidnapper. He has to stop himself from getting too close unless he tries to hit them. Still seething, Jupiter calls the police and waits on the curb comforting his kid until they arrive. And he doesn’t let the stranger out of his sights for one second

Snipe: the stranger keeps dragging the kid who seems to have given up. They willingly get in the van, and when the stranger gets in the drivers seat, they face snipe chilling in the passenger. Snipe uses their shock to land a swift punch to the nose, knocking them out. Then he throws the stranger in the back, lets his kid ride shotgun, and they drive the van back to the base. Boss is going to have a great time interrogating this one

Bruiser: yea, he straight up tackles that idiot and just starts going ham on their *ss. And his kid is screaming and yelling at bruiser and the stranger to egg them on. “HIT THEM HARDER DAD!!” “AIM FOR THE KIDNEYS!!” “MAKE THEM CRRYYYYYY”. Bruiser leaves the bloodied unconscious heap of a stranger right there in the lot and will go get his kid ice cream. There’s this one McDonalds he knows that won’t call the police if he walks in looking like he came out of a murder scene

Ace: the stranger has successfully gotten the kid in the back and is driving to their house. But they feel tired. No… not tired, dizzy. Black spots appear in their vision and they start loosing control of the vehicle. Later in the news, people are talking about a man driving under the influence who jumped a ramp into the river ebott. The man was carted off in critical condition. No other passengers were found in the car. So what actually happened is that ace saw the stranger dragging off his kid, signaled the kid to stop struggling, left a smoky little present in the car (drugs) then shortcutted his kid out while they drove off.

Slim: well considering the general public doesn’t know he’s mafia, slim isn’t about to straight up murder someone in full view of the school. He goes with the frantic yelling route like the others and will act shaken and concerned to any witnesses. Luckily after some investigation, they find his kid was randomly targeted by a serial killer. Their cover isn’t blown. Also butchs LV went up.

[luci-four]

Catnap {Diavolo x Reader/MC}

A/N: a fic in which i wanted diavolo to experience PAIN but also know he is L O V E D because i couldnt help but remember that he once said asmo never invites him to parties and it broke my frozen heart,

{Diavolo x Reader/MC}

Diavolo’s eyes were downcast as he walked along, listening to Barbatos drone on about his schedule for the rest of the day. Of course, he knew it was important and definitely something he needed to do as it was his duty, yet, he couldn’t help but long for a sense of freedom. He longed for a time he could simply be himself, not worry about his princely duties—he longed for something, he just wasn’t quite sure what. Of course, he knew Barbatos was simply doing his own job, but it didn’t stop the prince from zoning out. He could hear the shorter man give an exasperated sigh before repeating his last few sentences. Maybe a walk around R.A.D.’s campus would help him focus.

It wasn’t helping. He sighed during the entire walk, each time getting a little more dramatic; he hunched his shoulders and slouched a bit more with each heave, dragging his feet along the ground as though he were a toddler throwing a temper-tantrum. His pitch was whiny, and he secretly did feel bad for his unbecoming behaviour towards Barbatos, but he couldn’t help himself.  

As though it were a beam of light on a cloudy day, something had caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and turned his entire mood around. Without raising Barbatos’ suspicion—or so he thought—his gaze honed in on a small, stray kitten walking along the path behind the shorter man. His face instinctually turned to one mixed with shock and adoration, both attempted to hide behind the thin veil of collectiveness. Golden eyes kept flickering from his butler to the tiny mammal behind him.

“As I said before, after meeting with Lucifer to go over the budget for...” Barbatos scrunched his nose before interrupting himself. “My lord, you aren’t paying attention again.”

“What?” Diavolo’s shoulders stiffened as he let out a half-hearted laugh, “Of course I am!”

“.....What are you distracted by?”

“It’s nothing! Wait--”  

Before Diavolo’s outstretched hand could stop him, Barbatos turned to lock eyes with the kitten that had caught his liege's attention. He held his stare as if the two of them had a contest going without so much as a word, until the kitten had meowed up at him.

“It’s talking to you!”

“I wish it wouldn’t.”

“Don’t be mean to it, it’s cute!”

“My lord, we do need to get through this schedule for the day--”

“I’d much rather sit with this kitten.”

Diavolo quickly jumped at the chance to get down on all fours to level with the kitten, ignoring Barbatos’ pleas for him to not ruin his uniform. He cooed as the kitten rubbed against his face, meowing softly at him in response to his badly-attempted meows, and rolled onto its back to play with one of the pendants hanging off of his coat. A genuine laugh erupted from the man as he pet the creature.

“I’m glad you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, Lord Diavolo, however we do need to get going now--”

“I’ve decided to keep it!”

“Absolutely not.”

“What!”

Like a child who was told no in the toy store—or a better comparison would have been a kicked puppy—Diavolo looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pouting lip. He mumbled to himself, about being the prince and frankly doing whatever he’d like, as though he truly were a child.

“My lord, a cat in the castle would be a terrible idea. You are too busy to see to one--”

“You could do it!”

“--and I’m too busy ensuring you’re taken care of to worry about the cat as well.”

Diavolo groaned and rose to his feet, keeping his back towards Barbatos. After agreeing that he would be right, he attempted to walk off and change the subject towards the schedule Barbatos was so adamant about, only to jolt to a stop as the butler cleared his throat.

“My lord--”

“I thought you said we were busy!” Diavolo chuckled, attempting to continue again, “Let’s go!”

“The cat, my lord.”

“It ran into the bushes--”

“Please take the cat out of your coat pocket.”

Hanging his head as he was caught, he placed the kitten gently onto the path, watching it scamper away, chasing after some sort of bug. He crossed his arms and jutted his lip out into a pout, keeping his glare just a tad icy towards Barbatos. Again, he was aware he was just doing his job, but the kitten was so adorable and just the distraction he felt that he needed, and his friend simply just wouldn’t allow him to have it; so, he listened. He listened intensively, absorbing each word Barbatos had thrown him and repeated key points to prove he had listened. His eyes, however, flickered to the small animal who kept running in and out of the bushes, tempting his willpower and attention an embarrassing amount.

Before he had realized it, however, one of the seven brothers had also been walking along campus. Noticing the two of them talk, Satan minded his own business and only stopped as a kitten randomly appeared in his path. Without so much as a second thought, he scooped the animal up and kept on his way, not realizing the heartbroken, utter shock that had washed over the Devildom’s prince.

“That seems to be the end of it, Lord Diavolo. Shall we move on to our meeting--”

“Did you see that!”

Barbatos tilted his head and looked behind him where Diavolo had been pointing; he used all of his might not to raise an eyebrow at his boss.

“See... what, exactly?”

“The--”

“If you’re going to mention the cat again, then please forgive me for cutting you off. We simply cannot have the cat.”

“But Satan took it!”

“Ah, then you should take solace in knowing that cat is well taken care of. Now, moving on to our meeting, my lord.”

Without so much as another word, Barbatos ushered Diavolo off towards their next location, the cat never left his mind.

***

By the end of the day, MC had noticed something weighing on the prince. He seemed sluggish, lost in thought, a million miles away in those eyes as they sat across the room from him. During the rare moment he sat alone, MC approached him casually.

“Hey,” they leaned against the edge of his desk, “something on your mind?”

“Oh? Was it obvious?”

“I’m just a really good guesser.”

Diavolo leaned back in his chair and shot them an award-winning smile, the hearty, whimsical laugh he’s known for followed suit.

“Then that must be your version of magic, interesting. I’ll admit there is something on my mind that I just can’t shake.”

“Care to tell me what it is?”

Before MC could even get the last syllable out, Diavolo slammed his hands on the desk and stood instantly. He leaned in towards them with wide eyes and a slight pout, not noticing that his sudden closeness caused MC to swallow hard.

“Satan took my cat!”

“..... I’m sorry, what?”

“My cat! He took it!”

“You... had a cat?”

“Yes! No! Kind of?”

“Diavolo, not to sound rude but... I’m really not following.”

He sat back down and bit the inside of his cheek, sighing heavily before explaining himself.

“There was this kitten, outside, it was absolutely adorable. The roundest little face, big eyes, soft fur—it was tiny, too! Just the perfect little thing, and I wanted to take it home! Take care of it! But--”

“But?” MC dragged out their syllables.

“But,” Diavolo mimicked their actions, “Barbatos said it was impossible to take care of a cat as of now. He refused to let me take it, and not only that, but I had to watch in silence as Satan came along and took the cat as his own!”

“Well, if Satan took it--”

“Then it’s in good hands, yes, Barbatos said the same; that isn’t the point!”  

Diavolo held his tongue on what truly bothered him, hoping that MC-the-great-guesser wouldn’t take notice that his burst of emotions dug much deeper than just a little cat he met outside. A thought passed his mind and it clicked for him—a plan—he'd have to think more about. He composed himself, stood up and straightened out his coat before shooting another large, fake smile towards the human.

“Anyway, I have other meetings to get to, unfortunately. It is my duty, after all. My apologies for being so... emotional, but thank you for lending me your time.”

MC’s eyes followed as he stiffly walked from the room. He may have been the prince of Devildom, but MC couldn’t hide the smile on their lips towards his childish behaviour they grew to find endearing. They did wonder what deeper emotions were hidden behind his need for the cat, however.

***

Relaxing by the window, MC was startled to hear a light knock against the glass in the middle of the night. Terrified, they very slowly turned their head to meet face to face with a disheveled prince, smiling from ear to ear. Tossing fear and confusion aside, they rushed to open the window and called out to him in a hushed tone.

“Diavolo? What are you doing here? I mean... here, and also, at my window.” They grabbed his hands and helped him start to climb in. “There is a front door, you know. I’m pretty sure Lucifer wants you to use it. Should I let him know you’re here--”

“No!” Diavolo cried as he fell forward through the window. He sat up as though nothing had happened. “I’m here in secret, please keep it between the two of us!”

“Al...right, but why exactly are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but it is the middle of the night, and you know it seems...” They couldn’t finish their statement due to nerves and turned away to keep the red on their cheeks hidden.

“Hm? Oh, about that!” He stood up suddenly, “I’m going on an adventure! Come with me!”

“Shh! You’re the one who said this was a ‘secret visit’, so keep your voice down!”

“Right!” He lowered his voice, “I’m going on an adventure, so come with me.”

“Where exactly is your adventure going to lead us? Does Barbatos know--”

“No, he does not and he doesn’t need to!”  

Diavolo’s eyebrows were drawn together, nose scrunched in irritation. He sighed and shook his head, forcing an apologetic smile on his lips.

“My apologies, I mean, this isn’t a matter that concerns Barbatos. I came to you for assistance this time, I thought perhaps we could have some fun; what do you say?”

MC twisted their lips to the side, eyeing whatever the tall man was hiding; it didn’t take much to see that he was, in fact, hiding something... but what was it? They nodded, agreeing to whatever plan he may have, knowing they couldn’t just let the prince of Devildom run off and make childish mistakes on his own. MC would get in trouble with Barbatos at that point, and they shivered at the thought of being on bad terms with him. Once they silently agreed, Diavolo captured their hand in his—blind to the eruption of blush across their face—and quickly slipped into the hall.

They were dragged along as Diavolo tiptoed dramatically, peeking around corners and hiding in the shadows. MC was flung around as though they were some sort of paper doll. Diavolo seemed way too out of his element to sneak around properly, so MC called out to him quietly to have him take a moment and explain just what he was doing.

“Stop, stop. You’re terrible at this. Where are you going anyway? The front door isn’t up the stairs--”

“Our destination is, though!” He said in a hushed shout, his movements a bit antsy. “We have to go up.”

“To where, exactly?”

“Hush!”

He covered their mouth with his hand, oblivious to how it caused their heart flutter, he focused his attention to the sound of walking in the hallway behind them. Diavolo rushed them along, stopping at a door and quickly attempting to jiggle his way through the lock. MC faced the hallway, wary of the approaching footsteps and faint voices as they kept watch; Diavolo simply used magic to unlock the handle, and pulled MC in so quick he literally swept them off of their feet. Both of them held an ear against the door and heard as two of the brothers made their way back to their rooms. Before MC could give a sigh of relief, they could hear Diavolo cooing at something in a baby tone. A light bulb went off in their head as they slowly turned to face the room, a look of distaste, disbelief, and irritation graced their features.

“We broke into Satan’s room.”

“Yes!” Diavolo held the kitten up to his face, laughing as it give his cheek a few kisses.

“A cat.”

“Yes!”

“We broke in... to Satan’s room,” MC put heavy emphasis on Satan being the owner, “to steal a cat.”

“Yes.”

“Diavolo!” MC shouted before quickly quieting back down, “We’re dead if we’re caught in here! Well, I will be. You’re the prince of Devildom, you probably won’t be. But I will be. Satan is going to get pissed, oh my god, I’m going to die, aren’t I? I am. I’m going to die. I’m--”

Diavolo held the kitten up to MC’s face, the latter stopping their rant in their tracks as the kitten gave their nose a few kisses. They couldn’t stop themselves from getting red at how cute the prince seemed to smile at them, but they forced disapproval on their features.

“He had the kitten I wanted. I couldn’t simply ask him for it, even if he agreed, Barbatos would make me return it.”

“What difference is that opposed to stealing it?”

Diavolo sat on the ground and stared at the kitten in his hands, a faraway look of longing replaced his usual cheerful smile. MC refused to let him play it off again.

“What’s actually eating at you?”

“The difference, I guess...” he couldn’t meet their eye and instead focused on petting the cat, “is the adventure. The ability to do something so ridiculous for the thrill and fun of it all. Throwing aside the fact that I’m the prince, for once. Just being a person, since people don’t tend to treat me that way. I thought... if I could have this cat, even after being told no, I could have a sense of freedom. It sounds absolutely ridiculous hearing myself say it out loud. Definitely not the presence a ruler should have, huh?”

His sad smile broke MC’s heart in two. Without a word, they moved next to him; he thought they were going to pet the cat so he offered it to them, but their hand landed on top of his head instead. Their voice was quiet and filled with honey, each word dripping with sincerity.  

“I dunno. I think you’re pretty neat. I like hanging out with you, as you are.”

It was Diavolo’s turn to look dazed with wide eyes and a blush across his face. He quickly composed himself with a tender smile and a whimsical laugh; there were quite a few things running through his mind that he wished he could say to MC, but nothing would come out clear enough. Instead, the two of them resided in a peaceful silence, his smile and relaxed shoulders showed how thankful he was to hear that from them. They had gotten lost in the peace, petting the kitten and playing around with the spunky little thing, they hadn’t heard anything come up behind them, nor had they felt the frightful aura shift in the area.

“What are you two doing in my room?”

[mcyt-imagines]

halu ^_^ i randomly stumbled across your blog at like 3 am and i couldn't stop reading all of your posts ;-; honestly they're so hecking good !!! tysm for giving us these hq fics <33 anywayy, can i request for another tommy or tubbo fic wherein reader is like this badass chick and everyone is intimated by them but then get soft when it comes to tommy or tubbo :00 you can use any pronouns !! also feel free to make it platonic or romantic :>> thank you <3333

I’ve decided to put both Tommy and Tubbo in bc they’re really a one package deal. Also this can be read as either platonic or romantic I tried to leave it ambiguous for you guys! And it’s set in the DreamSMP universe bc both Tommy and Tubbo need protecting on that damn server. And thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you enjoy it :)

At Face Value

“Tubbo come with me and see the egg, it’s so big now! I’m sure you’d love to see it.” Bad’s bright eyes blink widely at the young boy, “Uh, I don’t know Bad. I’m kinda busy working on rebuilding my bee farm, maybe later?” He tries to excuse himself from the conversation but Bad merely follows him, continuing to try and convince the brunette. Tubbo stumbles with the wooden planks as Bad explains how The Egg works, “If you join our Eggpire, the egg will grant you any wish you desire! Surely you have goals you wish to meet Tubbo? Perhaps to bring L’manberg back to its former glory? The Egg can do that!” Tubbo grounds himself but Bad notices too quickly, Tubbo is considering his offer.

Bad picks up his tone advancing so that Tubbo back up until his back hits the wall of his bee farm, the boy cowering. “Tubbo, you know how important the egg is-“ Tommy suddenly exits from the remnants of the bee farm head in the clouds, oblivious for a few moments until he spots Bad and Tubbo. “Hey! You’re not supposed to be anywhere near us Bad.” Tommy bounds over with unbridled energy, eyes wandering the expanse of land around them searching for Sam. He stands a little in front of Tubbo, trying to shield him from Bad in case things got violent. Which knowing this guy and his Eggpire bullshit, it was likely to.

Bad laughs cruelly in Tommy’s face, moving closer to pinch one of his cheeks with a clawed hand. “Oh, you poor sweet thing. You don’t intimidate me or scare me, and-” Bad cackles only to be cut off as an arrow pierces the ground between them. 

“But I do.” Your voice echoes off the walls of the ruined bee farm, your silhouette cast in the afternoon shadow tightly clutching your bow. Bad’s expression sours immediately, “I told you to leave us alone Bad.” You glare as you advance towards them, jumping down from the structure your lips upturned in a snarl.

You confidently place yourself between the two boys and Bad, the tall demon across from you only sighs deeply. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought you would understand what the Eggpire is trying to do. The Egg could make sure the three of you would always be safe if that’s what you wish.” He pauses for a few moments, “However, if you refuse my request who knows what kind of danger you could fall into!” 

A gleeful smile crosses his face, his tail flicking out from behind his back. “Are you threatening us?” Your scowl deepens with each word, “Of course not!” He defends voice dripping with sarcasm, “I am going to take such joy in setting that weed alight.” You finally growl chest puffed futilely as if you could size up this 9ft demon. His demeanour shifts almost immediately, his posture straightening as he reaches his full height. Towering over the three of you, refusing to look weak you all stand your ground.

“Do not threaten The Egg again, or I will have to start taking some pages out of Dream’s book of tricks.” Bad snarls lowly, jagged teeth barred at you in particular. But his words sting Tubbo and Tommy the deepest, their gazes drop. No one speaks to them like that. “Yeah, taking notes from a guy who is going to spend the rest of his life rotting in jail. Sounds like a great plan to me, dumbass.” Tommy speaks before you can even open your mouth, you hope your expression conveys your barely contained fury, eyes glaring holes through the pitch-black skin of his face. 

Bad’s grin widens sickeningly, the ends reaching too far along his cheeks to appear normal. “Watch your tongue before you lose it. The Egg enjoys such a muscle, finds it a delicacy actually.” Bad’s arm moves quicker than you can swing your blade, his hand clutching Tommy’s face roughly.

You raise your blade high to slash it down on the demon’s arm when a trident beats you to it. Bad lets out a cry of pain as the trident is recalled back to its owner, and out of his arm. “Sam!” Tubbo cries, the young man stands triumphantly just over the hill. “Care to pick on someone your own size Bad?” His voice booms, advancing steadily towards you all as Bad stumbles back clutching his punctured arm. He growls in the back of his throat, “I’ll be back!” And he pearls away, like a coward.

Sam eventually reaches the three of you and he implores you all to recount what happened with Bad before he had arrived. Afterwards, Sam decides to cut his visit short to keep an eye on Bad and make sure he doesn’t come back with any backup. You all bid him a thankful farewell before moving into Tubbo’s nearby house and starting a blistering fire. You all sit around it, trying to warm up as conversation flows comfortably between the three of you.

“You were really cool out there y’know.” Tommy suddenly pipes up, “I wish I was that brave.” Tubbo adds with admiration. Your cheeks flush a light pink, “I-It was nothing, really! That Bad guy is all bark and no bite.” You stammer before chuckling awkwardly, sweat gathering in your palms as the two boys watch you with amusement. “How can you be so cool with Sam, and then act like this with us?” Tubbo muses smirk evident on Tommy’s face. “I, uh, I don’t know!” You gesture wildly with your hands, trying to distract yourself and the two ahead of you with anything. “I reckon it’s cause they’ve got a soft spot for us.” Tommy teases, tone light and airy as he eyes you. “Ohhhhh.” Tubbo nods affirmatively, “I see, that makes a lot of sense.”

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Tommy and Tubbo look at each other for a few seconds, then look back and you, then back at each other.  Their smiles widen and your stomach sinks. The two pounce on you, arms wrapping tightly around you in suffocating hugs from both sides. “Hey!” You cry as you topple over, the two following you helplessly as they too lose balance. The three of you end up in a pile of tangled limbs, laughter roaring along with the bright fire across from you.

“Seriously though, without you, Tommy and I would’ve been goners.” Tubbo admits from your side, smile bright on his cute face. “I would’ve been fine! But I didn’t mind the backup.” Tommy blurts blush bright on his cheeks, you find yourself giggling in response. “I’m happy to be back up anytime the two of you need it. I don’t plan on going anywhere.” You grin at the two, “Good! Because we weren’t gonna even give you the choice.” 

Tommy smirks, “He’s right. You’re stuck with us for good.” Tubbo nods solemnly, “Oh, how tragic!” You gasp dramatically hand meeting your forehead as you pretend to swoon. The two only burst into laughter at your reaction, “Hey we aren’t that bad!!” The two cry from your sides as finally, you join the two in their laughter. Grins bright on all of your faces as the fire continues to roar and lick at the logs adjacent to your still intertwined legs.

~Requests are always open!~

[ewwhothefuckiski]

I Love You- Luke Patterson

Guardian angel!luke × fem!reader

Requested by: @spiderwars101 (requests are open)

"Okay hun, I got a request for you! Guardian Angel!Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader where he is her guardian angel and they are in love, and one day Y/n almost gets herself killed/hurt walking home from H.S/College, and Luke to make her feel better sings her Now or Never (because it's her favorite!) And they make love for the first time after???? "

Word Count: 2k+

TW: mentions of suicide, abuse, angst with a fluffy ending, smut

A/N: Ok so I had SO much fun writing this!!! So thank you. I spent a long time on this so reblogs are appreciated!!!

×××

When Luke died, he didn't expect to become a ghost, He didn't expected to sit in a room for 25 years comforting Alex as he cried, but he sure as hell didn't expect to be ripped away from that room and become a guardian angel to a 17 year old girl with a rough life.

But it happened.

Y/N had a really terrible childhood. Her dad left her mom once he found out she was pregnant, never to be heard from again, leaving a hole in her heart where a fathers love was supposed to be. She missed him, a man she had never met. She had tried reaching out to him multiple times, just wanting to have some type of relationship with her father, but he never answered, never even sent a card on her birthday.

Her mom eventually found love again, except, the guy she fell in love with was abusive, physically and emotionally. He had a way with words, a way to make you feel worthless and unwanted. He made you feel like you had no place there, and it broke Y/N's soul even more. She'd never forget when he slapped her across the face, screaming how pathetic she was, saying how she was good for nothing and everyone would be better off if she was gone.

After years and years of built up torment, Y/N finally felt herself snap, she finally fell down the rabbit hole of spiraling depression. She didn't know why she was going through it all, why it had to be her. Why should she even be here, if all she was doing was living in constant agony and resentment.

It wasn't until she met Luke, her guardian angel, that she knew why she needed to keep pushing, keep moving forwards. It was her love for the boy who died too young.

She had been sitting on the bathroom floor, razor blade pressed into her skin, crying as she attempted to take her own life. She just couldn't take the emotional pain she was being put through any longer. Luke had suddenly flashed into the room, causing her to stop her movements.

He looked around confused, wondering why he was no longer in a dark room with a sobbing Alex, until his eyes landed on the very scared looking girl, razor blade hovering over her wrist.

"Hey wait- don't do that!" He gasped, grabbing the razor from her shaking hands. She looked up at him, her eyes wide.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked, setting the blade down and sitting down in front of the girl, concern etched into his face.

"Who-Who are you?" She whispered, staring at the boy in wonder.

Luke knew the answer as soon as she asked, almost like the answer was whispered to him.

"I'm your guardian angel."

×××

Luke doesn't know quite how it happened, or even when, but he had found himself in love with Y/N.

Alex and Reggie had quickly caught on to the boy's love sick behavior, sharing knowing glances every time Luke would go on about how amazing she is.

"-and I still have to wait two hours!" Luke groaned, throwing himself onto the couch in the Molina's garage. They had just recently been poofed into there after Julie Molina had played their demo, and have stayed ever since.

Alex glanced at Reggie, smirking as Reggie shook his head at Luke.

"You'll be fine man, Julie is with her anyways, she can look after her."

"I'm not worried about that-" Luke said, rolling his eyes at Alex. "-I just can't wait to see her again."

When both Reggie and Alex smirked, Luke's cheeks flushed red. "What?"

"You are totally in love with her." Reggie chuckled, lazily strumming at his bass. "We can all see it."

Luke scoffed and stood up, walking over and grabbing his guitar, avoiding eye contact.

"You guys are crazy." He mumbled, picking at the strings randomly.

"Dude, you've got it bad." Alex laughed, chucking a drum stick at Luke's head, who quickly dodged it. "Just admit it to yourself already."

Luke sent a glare in Alex's direction, before plopping back onto the couch, still strumming his guitar.

"I'm not in love with her, I'm supposed to protect her, watch over her. That's why we're so close, not because I'm in love with her."

"Ok." Alex sighed, rolling his eyes and standing up. "Well, while you sit around and pout for the next two hours, I'll be with Willie."

Alex snapped his fingers and poofed out, leaving a very bored Luke and Reggie to play random things on their instruments.

×××

"Hey Jules, could you let Luke know I'm staying behind today?" Y/N asked, her nose still in her history book. "I need to finish this assignment."

"No problem. I'm sure he'll just wait outside like a golden retriever anyways."

Y/N laughed and waved goodbye, turning back to her book and looking for the last few answers.

It took her about a hour, but after reading the chapter 5 times, she was finally able to wrap up her homework.

Y/N sighed contently as she shut the book, stretching her sore limbs before packing up her belongings, excited to be going home and into Luke's comforting arms.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, and headed outside to start her journey home.

When she walked towards the parking lot, it was completely deserted. She looked at the time and gasped, she had been there longer than she thought.

She saw a flash of light across the street, and grinned when she seen Luke appear. She quickly rushed out to cross the street, not looking before she did. Luke smiled and opened his arms, until he noticed a car speeding in Y/N's direction.

His eyes went wide and he was quick to run to Y/N, quickly pulling her out of the road, the car just barely missing her.

Y/N gripped Luke's arms, her eyes wide and heart racing. Her breathing was quick to pick up, a panic attack soon to form. Luke took notice and quickly wrapped his arms around her, poofing them into her bedroom, whispering soft nothing's into her ear.

"Hey, focus on me." Luke muttered, tilting her head up to look at him. When her wide eyes met his, and her breaths didn't slow, he starting softly singing her favorite song.

"Take off, last stop-" He started, laughing when she manage to smile through her ragged breathing. "-sing it with me!"

"C-Count down till we blast open the top." She started, suddenly feeling her panic attack start to die down.

Luke grinned as he continued the song, pausing every so often to let her finish the lyrics. By the time the song was over, her breathing had returned to normal, and she was laughing with him.

"See? You're ok!" He said, placing a kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, he placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb tracing it softly.

Y/N placed her hand atop of his, holding it gently.

Their eyes connected, and suddenly Luke felt a swarm of butterflies attack his stomach. They had been a lot closer than he realized, their faces mere inches away from each other.

Y/N's eyes flicked from Luke's to his lips, wanting nothing more to experience his soft lips on hers. It had been something she had dreamed of for a while now, ever since she realized she had fallen in love with her guardian angel.

Luke took notice in her flickering gaze, and swallowed the lump in his throat. He slowly leaned forward, his lips barely grazing hers, before she closed the gap and connected her lips with his.

Luke felt a spark ignite within him as their lips met, a heat spread through him, causing him to sigh and pull her closer, his lips molding into hers.

Their lips moved in sync, the kiss slow, but full of fire, full of passion that had their heads fuzzy and stomach in knots. It was the type of kiss that left you breathless, left you wanting more.

"Ready to head home?"

[translations-by-aiimee]

Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 1

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

TW for this chapter: Mentions of suicide

I wanted to provide some ~variety~ so I'm doing another novel. I'll give a warning that the first few chapters are kind of intense and I'll keep the TWs updated as they come and put a TL;DR at the end if there's anything too graphic.

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter 1 - The Beauty in Red

Song Qingshi is dead.

After his death, he came to in a strange space, and in the space, there was a sphere randomly flashing red.

The sphere said that he is a book-transmigrating system from a high-dimensional world. There was a xiania novel called "The Exceptional Furnace", which was about to be plagued by readers' resentment due to the tragic fate of the protagonist, causing problems in that world. It needed to find someone who is familiar with the tropes of these novels and someone with the power to change and repair the body and mind of the protagonist, and fulfill the readers' wishes - change the fate of the protagonist, dote on him, and let him live the happiest and most fulfilling life □□ □□□□□

The information in the system came intermittently, and in the □□ there were incomprehensible, alien-like characters.

Song Qingshi suffered from Lou Gehrig's Disease during his lifetime and devoted himself to studying medicine to try and save himself. He was a medical student who studied and experimented frantically every day and never wasted time reading novels.

In terms of emotions, he is even more obtuse. Although he is very handsome and has an attractive and obedient personality, due to his physical problems, even the school bully treated him like a precious thing. With all the excessive loving care and sympathy, not only did he never have a crush, but he also suffered from a slight fear of talking to strangers.

This was the worst soul for this task.

Song Qingshi didn't know how he was picked up by the system. He had read Marxist philosophy novels in vain. But from his messy information and analysis from the system's explanation, as long as he accepts the task, the system will send him to the virtual book world, give him a healthy body, and he will come back to life.

After Song Qingshi realized this, he was ecstatic. A healthy body is was his biggest desire. Not to mention the fact that the system only asked that he take care of someone. Even if the system had asked him to swim through seas of fire, he would have accepted still.

Because of this, he ignored his conscience, structured his response, and lied for the first time in his life: "I have read tens of thousands of books that I have memorized. I have extensive medical and nursing knowledge, have taken a psychology course as an elective, and I could solve all the physical and mental sufferings of the protagonist. And love. . . I have lots of experience with love, I know how to communicate, absolutely, I. . . can definitely accomplish these tasks!"

If there was any blood that could exist in a soul, he would definitely be flushed.

The system didn't notice his lies. It registered the identity of the task performer, and sent a series of garbled commands, mixed with all kinds of chaotic and disorderly information into Song Qingshi's mind, sending waves of discomfort through his soul.

Suddenly, the system let out a sharp alarm and the data transmission was cut off. Song Qingshi's vision went black, and his soul drifted away towards a bright white light. . .

. . .

When Song Qingshi woke up, he found himself lying in the woods, surrounded by the faint fragrance of various herbs. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the dazzling blue sky. There was a gorgeous golden luan bird dragging its long tail feathers, letting out a loud caw as it flew past, with countless immortal birds following it.

Was this the world from the novel?

It seemed too real. . .

A soft breeze blew across the forest, shaking off the dew on the trees. The dew fell onto his pale fingertips, bringing a slightly cool feeling. Then, all the memories of the original body flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, trying to merge with his own soul - this body was also called Song Qingshi, the master of the Medicine King's Valley, and the most talented medical immortal and pharmaceutical expert in the immortal world. His medical skills could heal the dead and revive bones, and the spirit pills he cultivates were considered treasures by every cultivator.

However, the original body's temperament was extremely troubling. He rarely left Medicine King's Valley at all, never made friends, and had no interest in matters other than medicine and alchemy. When a patient sought him out, he only looks at their temperament and never asked their identity. When he was in a good mood, he treated mortal beggars. When he was in a bad mood, regardless of the identity of the visitor, he would turn them into flower fertilizer for his garden. He often used living people to test medicines. Cruel, but because of his Nascent Soul cultivation base and various skills with poisons, the immortal sects didn't dare provoke him easily, only secretly calling him troubling behind his back.

Cultivators in the immortal world had long life spans, and the knowledge and memory of this original body had for its hundreds of years of cultivation had not arrived yet. Various data fragments of the system rushed in frantically, with countless garbled codes, tearing the original body's memory into a mess, leaving Song Qingshi at a loss. It took a long time before he managed to figure out his current situation.

This was Golden Phoenix Mountain Manor, the most luxurious place in the immortal world, where there are rare and exotic animals and countless immortals and beautiful concubines.

The owner, Jin FeiRen, was also a great Nascent cultivator. He was a true romantic, an excessive spender, and had friends from both the immortal and demonic cultivation world. He was a well-known figure.

The original body had always been cold, obsessed with his work, and never touched either men and women. Today's arrival was accidental. The Manor Lord Jin wanted to give him Ten Thousand Year Snow Ginseng to exchange a batch of medicinal pills for him. The original body had recently been lacking Snow Ginseng to make his medicines, so he agreed to the deal.

Since Snow Ginseng grows in the secret realm of the snow mountains of the Jin family. If you wanted to get the ones with the best medicinal properties, you needed to pick them at night and preserve it with a special refining method. Therefore, the original body came here to pick it personally, and Song Qingshi somehow ended up here.

Then, Song Qingshi was sent here by the system. . .

Where was the protagonist? What does he look like?

Song Qingshi wanted to ask the system to ask for more information, but the system seemed to disappear. The materials it sent not only contained no plot points from the novel, but also very little character information. There were garbled characters everywhere, even though the protagonist hadn't been introduced yet. Song Qingshi got dizzy going through all this information before he found some descriptions in the copywriting introduction: the best physique, unmatched beauty shou X□□□□□ gong, procured by trickery, sadomasochistic, □□, □□, □□ There were only three texts that could be read clearly: Banquet of Bea□□□.

. . .

If this were someone who often read these types of novels, they would immediately recognize that this situation was problematic.

Song Qingshi, however, didn't recognize any of this as problematic. He believed that this was a test given by the system to assess his reasoning skills and ability to do things. Song Qingshi was very accustomed to being assessed like this. Usually, when he and his teacher started developing a new drug, he often didn't have any prior results in his hand. It required some experimentation and to experience many errors and difficulties in order to reach the final result. Most of the time, that result was not what they were hoping for.

Many pharmaceutical companies invest billions or even tens of billions in drug research. Scholars have spent decades trying, right until their hair turned grey, only to fail during their clinical trials.

Therefore, every drug researcher is a strong man who has experienced many battles, repeated defeats and never-ending setbacks.

These questions from Teacher System were not difficult!

Scholar-Tryant Song expressed no fear! He will definitely find the correct answer and live up to the teacher's expectations of him!

Song Qingshi thought about the information he was given, determined the goal of the protagonist, and then quickly understood the key points of the novel: the protagonist will appear at the Banquet of Beauties, it will be a male, homosexual, unmatched beauty, superb body; a pitiful character with a tragic fate. He needs to save the protagonist, give him the greatest care, heal his physical and mental health, and then help him find happiness and joy!

During Song Qingshi's time, respect for sexual orientation was written into the law, and same-sex couples could get married.

He once found a novel lost by a rotten girl classmate, titled "His Evil Majesty's Spoiled Husband". On the cover was a handsome and domineering man in a period costume holding a beautiful woman with long hair with a super flat chest. He didn't understand it, and returned the book. When he asked curiously, his classmates told him what Danmei was, and told him that the beauty on the cover was actually male. The beautiful male was the "shou", and the domineering one was the "gong". So Song Qingshi is confident that he would easily distinguish between the gong and the shou in the novel. He would never mistake the gong as the protagonist.

He had thought it through and the direction of problem-solving has been determined. All that was left was to wait for the Banquet of Beauties to start the exam.

Song Qingshi's spiritual sea gradually became clear. The soul and body were merged and became flexible. He sat up with his hands cautiously, took off his shoes, raised his feet, and tried to stretch the toes that had been stiff for many years. The white and round toes curled happily. Song Qingshi stood up shakily, briefly walking forward a few steps with hands and feet before finally remembered the walking posture of a normal person, and his movements gradually changed from jerky to steady. . .

Under his feet was soft green grass and moist soil.

Outside the forest was a calm river. Song Qingshi stepped into the water and took a handful of cold river water to wash his face, confirming that he was not in a dream.

Tears fell out of extreme joy, and the big tears fell onto his palms. His hands couldn't stop no matter how much he tried. The river calmed down from the slight disturbance, and the reflection of the boy's figure appeared.

Song Qingshi was surprised to find that the body given to him by the system was very similar to his high school appearance; he was not very tall and significantly thinner. He wore a Daoist cultivator outfit made of many layers of snow-coloured cloud brocade, wrapped tightly around his body. At first glance, all the layers of clothing gave the illusion of a frail man.

His thin hair was simply tied up with some loose hair dangling freely. His appearance may be related to immortal cultivation. He is a bit more refined than his original body, with a cold, pale complexion and clear eyes. Because he often blocks out the world and focuses on his study, he feels a bit dull and extremely gullible, leading many unlucky ghosts to think that the original was harmless and would become the fertilizer or poison tester.

. . .

After Song Qingshi vented his emotions and saw the red-rimmed eyes in the reflection, he was a little embarrassed. He hurriedly lowered his head and fetched water, trying to wash away the tears on his face, but behind him came the sound of fine bells and ridicule.

"It's useless to commit suicide. It will only cause you needless pain. If you are still not reconciled, you can try and sink slowly to see if you can succeed."

Surprised, Song Qingshi turned around and saw the most beautiful thing he'd seen in his life.

There were trees full of peach blossoms, and under the tree was a beautiful young boy in red. Who knows how long he was watching Song Qingshi stupidly crying. The young man's appearance was blooming, like a scroll of rich colours and ink, painted with all the romantic colours of the world. The warm jade-like skin, the most beautiful thing about him were the dark golden phoenix eyes under the crow-feather-like eyelashes. He resembled a noble and dignified phoenix in the sky, but there was an extremely gorgeous red tear-shared mole under the corner of his left eye, desecrating his nobleness. The dignity of his appearance was crushed, and the phoenix rejoined the mortal world, turning into a creature stained with flattery and seductiveness which made people feel unbearable tempted.

His long hair was untied and hung casually around his waist. The ends of his hair were slightly curled, his feet were bare, and he was only wearing a red dress made of shark silk. The shark silk was as smooth as water, clinging to his body, covering all the desirables underneath.

Song Qingshi did not think anything blasphemous, but because he was caught crying, his social anxiety became more intense. After a long pause of building courage, he stumbled and said: "I, I just..."

His hesitation became reluctant approval in the eyes of the beauty in red.

There are dangerous monsters and birds everywhere in the immortal world. Cultivators were equipped with spiritual auras and keen senses, and can easily detect the wind and grass around them. Even the minor cultivators in the time they were establishing their cultivation base would not miss the sound of mortal footsteps with bells, let alone the Nascent Soul cultivators. If they release their spiritual thoughts, the smallest creatures on the mountain would not escape their attention. Except for Song Qingshi, a newly-born soul who had just arrived in this world, and was still very unused to spiritual power and these world conditions. . .

The beauty in red had completely misunderstood, thinking that Song Qingshi was also a mortal. There was only one use for such a beautiful mortal in Golden Phoenix Manor. He clarified: "A new slave?"

Song Qingshi looked up in amazement. He wanted to ask questions, but his eyes fell on the beauty of the red dress. There seemed to be some strange bruises on his neck as if it had been bitten by a mosquito, but it seemed that it might be something else. He took a few more secretive glances, trying to determine what they were.

The beauty in red noticed his curious glances and his heart grew upset. With growing malicious intent, a very gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said in a sincerely blessed tone: "Don't stare, you will have them soon, too."

Song Qingshi was very sheltered before transmigrating. He had never encountered malice and did not understand the mystery behind these words. Although he thought this blessing was a bit strange, he still answered politely: "Thank you."

The beauty in red choked hearing this answer. He was stunned for a moment. He looked at Song Qingshi up and down like a fool, and found that the person in front of him was clean and his skin was free of any injuries. He had never experienced the ravages of hell in his eyes. He was pure.

This discovery made him feel pity for the heart that had been tempered by suffering. He retracted his sharp malice and said softly, "After tonight, you will know that death is a luxury." He turned slightly to his side, looking at the river's flow. He warned, "When I first came here, I tried to commit suicide many times, but it was useless. We are slaves who are branded with the Acacia Seal. Our spirits belong to our master. So long as the master doesn't allow it, we cannot die, even by our own hands. . .

The beauty in red was silent for a long time. He slowly stretched out his hand and stroked Song Qing's hair that was soft as the fur of a small animal.

Song Qingshi saw several red rope marks on his pale wrists. He realized that this was pain that the beauty wouldn't want to be questioned about, so he pushed down his curiosity.

The fingertips of the red-dressed beauty slipped from his hair to Song Qingshi's delicate face, watching his innocent expression. He held his hand there for a moment before putting it down, conflicted. He didn't want to say any more. Since he didn't know those nightmarish experiences, it was useless to say anything more. Being able to preserve this kind of innocence, it was one more moment of happiness for him. Finally, he sighed, "You look good, but unfortunately the more your looks improve as you grow, the longer it will be until you're freed. . ."

Song Qingshi was puzzled: "What do you mean by 'freed'?"

"You'll know soon." The beauty in red's expression suddenly relaxed. He glanced around carefully, then stretched out his index finger and tapped his lips lightly. With a voice so light that he could barely hear it, he said ambiguously, "Tonight I will be freed. . ."

The beauty in red turned around with a smile and, with a crisp ring of the bells, turned to leave. His steps were a bit unstable, and each step was strenuous, like a mermaid walking on the tip of a knife in pain.

A pair of exquisite gold shackles were exposed on the beauty's ankles under the red clothes. Each of the shackles was decorated with an exquisite bell. The middle was connected by a slender golden chain. When walking, the bell shook slightly and made a clear and sweet sound, just like a tethered bird.

The golden chain dragged across the grass, and a few drops of blood dropped onto the green leaves.

Song Qingshi mustered up the courage to overcome his social anxiety, and shouted to the beauty who was about to leave: "Are you. . .injured? I, I know medical skills. . . Do you need me to treat you?"

The beauty in red turned back, looked at him for a few seconds, and he couldn't help but smile. This time the smile finally reached his eyes, like a ray of golden sunlight breaking through the clouds, dazzlingly beautiful. He shook his head towards Song Qingshi, and gave himself a sincere blessing: "I hope you have better luck tonight."

He turned his head, and the sunlight in his eyes disappeared in a flash, as if it had never existed, only the dark clouds that would not retreat.

Having endured these nightmares for years, he has long learned not to remember the kindness of others, and not to care about being offered charity from others.

He walked alone in this prison without stopping, step after step, wearing those painful shackles.

[fatiguing-thoughts]

“Dirtbikes” - Jacob Black x Reader

So this was for my @twilight-secret-gift-exchange​ ! This was written for @laneboyheathens and I hope they enjoy :) 

“I’m honestly a fan of anything angst/whump/hurt comfort related or even character studies.”

This takes place in New Moon time, as that’s the prime era for comforting and hurt characters. I hope you enjoy! 

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“Jacob, I know you’re getting my messages.” I sigh into the phone. 

“Please, call me back when you get this… I miss you.” I hang up the phone, throwing it onto my bed as I stare out my window, analyzing everything that’s gone on the last few weeks. 

Jacob told me that he got sick with mono, I had lost all contact with my best friend. We spent everyday together, just as our usual routine. Though this disruption caused Jacob to fall off the face of the Earth, without a simple trace of his existence, leaving me not only confused, but in a state of solitude. I had lost my only friend, the person I cared for more than anything else. 

Our latest adventure was working on some dirtbikes I picked up from being scrapped, I knew it was within Jacob’s expertise and realm of interests. Spending every day in his garage was a great time, working on the bikes, eating pizza and listening to music. Sometimes his friends Quil and Embry would stop in to say hello, Embry was always very interested in helping with the mechanical work and Quil was always talking my ear off. I enjoyed their company, though if I were to be honest, I would enjoy anything at my best friend Jacob’s side. 

A month and some weeks back, Jacob went through the loss of his friend Embry ditching him to join this guy Sam’s group. He was distraught to lose one of his best friends, as many of the people he’d known his whole life disappeared randomly, changing entirely before joining Sam in his ways. 

“Dan, I just… I don’t want to be next.” He looks at me with worried eyes.

“Jake, why would you be next?” I ask, rubbing comforting circles into his back. 

“Sam keeps looking at me like he’s waiting for me or something… it’s really starting to freak me out.” His worried eyes met mine, puffy and red-- tears brimming the edge of his eyes. 

“I don’t think you’ll be next Jake, try to avoid him. How can I help?” 

“You being here is enough, you always calm me down.” He nods, leaning closer into my shoulder. 

“I’ll always be here, Jake. No matter what.” I smile softly at him, continuing to rub circles into his back. 

The sound of my mother calling me down for dinner snapped me back to reality. The only issue was, is that I was far from hungry. I had lost most of my appetite since Jake had disappeared without a trace. My mother grew worried, but there was nothing she could do to fix this. The only thing to fix this was for Jake to come back, for him to be okay. 

I knew Jacob wasn’t okay, I knew he was stuck with his biggest fear-- he was with Sam. I still don’t understand what could have happened-- Jacob was so adamant on staying far from Sam; so what could have happened? 

I sigh, looking out my window and pressing my hand to the glass, longing for my friend to even let me know he was alive. Whenever I had called, there was no answer; no answers to my texts. He even avoided me in person like I never thought possible. But how could I get my friend back? How could I get Jacob back? This surely wasn’t the Jacob I knew,.

No, the Jacob I knew wasn’t like this. He was like the sun, he was warm, happy, and sweet. His caring nature came through to everyone he met, he was pure and good-- he was beautiful. But the Jake I knew wasn’t coming around-- he was gone. I didn’t give up, though. I knew that Jake couldn’t be gone forever, but I was growing discouraged at the sudden loss of contact. Before Jake disappeared, he had seemingly grown overnight, started to feel unwell, and seemingly grew more agitated as the days went by-- he was more on edge than I’ve ever seen him before. 

I couldn’t do it much longer. Holding onto someone who seemingly couldn’t care less was far past difficult-- it was defeating. I was tired of calling Jake every day to be ignored, it was increasingly difficult. 

As I look out the window, I notice a leaf blowing in the wind. I watch as it blows into the treeline. I look down at the ground, admiring the natural beauty of the Earth. But I was tired, I was beyond tired from hearing nothing from Jake. I was going to go to his house, I had to. I grab my keys off my desk, quickly walking out of my room and heading towards my front car in the driveway. 

“Are you not eating, hon?” My mother asks, looking over to me with sympathetic, kind eyes.

“No, I’m sorry. I have to go. I need to find him.” I shake my head slightly. 

“Be careful.” She instructs me with a pitiful smile. 

“I will.” I nod, opening the front door and making my way over to my car. 

I turn the key, the engine roaring to life. I drove to Jake’s as if my life depended on it, getting there quicker than I should have been able to. 

I stand before their front door, hesitating to knock. 

Eventually, I grew the courage, a soft knock turning into a panicked, rougher one. 

Soon enough, Billy opens the door, surprised to see me.

“Oh, hey, Dan. Jacob’s not in right now.” He says to me with sad eyes. 

“Please, Billy. I need to see him.” I plead. 

“Dan…” His voice trailed off. 

“Billy, please.” I try once again.

“He’s not in.” He swallows. 

“Fine.” 

I turn away with tears in my eyes, only to see Embry and three other guys approach the house. I look back at Billy and make my way over to the group of men. 

“Why won’t he talk to me?” I ask, tears brimming my eyes through my anger. 

“What’re you talking about?” One of them asks.

“You know what I’m talking about. What did you do to him?” I yell. 

“Calm down, Paul.” One says, laying a hand on one the angry man’s shoulders. 

“What did he tell you?” The one I assume to be Paul smirks. 

“Nothing! He won’t tell me anything! I haven’t heard from him in weeks.” I seethe. 

“Good.” One of them scoffs. 

“What did you do to my best friend?” I scream.

“Paul, calm down!” Jacob’s voice rings out from behind me, both infuriating and soothing me. “Dan, please leave.” 

My heart fell right through my chest. 

“What?” I turn around to look at him, tears brimming my eyes.

“You might get hurt, you can’t be here right now.” He says softly.

But then our eyes met, and suddenly I felt a shift in gravity. 

Jacob’s eyes widened, face slightly growing pale, and his mouth hung slightly agape. 

“Jacob…” The authoritative voice trails off, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Jacob, we need to talk.” I hiss. 

“We do. We do need to talk.” He says with a soft smile encroaching his face. 

“So start talking.” I huff. 

“Follow me, we’re going on a walk.” He mutters, nodding his head to the left. 

We begin walking and I turn around after feeling someone staring holes into the back of my head. I turn around and glare at the group of men. 

“Jacob, what the hell is going on? What is your problem? When did you grow so much, how is that even possible?” I hiss.

“Listen, I know. I disappeared for a while, and I am so sorry. It wasn’t my choice, I didn’t want to do this… Growing just came with the situation.” He looks at me with sad eyes. 

“Well, it’s hard for me to believe that, I have no idea what’s going on. You left me, you dropped off the face of the Earth. It was almost like you never existed, you didn’t care what happened to me.” 

“That’s not true, I always cared about you, that never stopped.”

“You have a real funny way of showing it.” I huff. 

“I can explain it. I can explain it all, now.” He shakes his head as we walk deeper into the woods. 

“What changed?” 

“What?” 

“What changed? Why can you suddenly tell me?” I look at him with raised eyebrows. 

“I can explain that eventually… just not now. I’m not ready for that. But everything else is on the table.” He looks down at his feet. 

“This better be good. You don’t know what I’ve been going through since you left.” I scoff. 

“In my defense, you don’t know what caused me to leave, you don’t know why I had to… You don’t know what I’ve been going through since I left.” He looks over at me with sad eyes. 

“Alright, so tell me.” 

“Would you want me to tell you or show you first?” 

“What? What does that even mean?” 

“I’ll tell you, and then I’ll show you.” He shakes his head. 

“Start talking, Jake.” 

“Okay, so you know that Quiliutes are supposedly descended from wolves? Do you remember any of those legends?” He asks me, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, your dad talked about them a lot. The cold ones and everything?” 

“Exactly, well shifting is real, Dan. Everything in those legends are true. They’re all true.” He looks at me with pleading eyes.

“Jacob, what are you saying?” I furrow my brows.

“I’m trying to tell you that… cold ones exist. Vampires. And because of them being nearby, it woke up the shifting within us… Shifting is real. I…” His voice trails off. 

“Jacob…” 

“I can shift. We all can. Embry, Paul, Jared, Sam, and now we’re waiting for Quil.” His eyes pierce mine. 

“Jake... “ My voice trails off in concern. 

“No, let me show you. Just understand that I won’t ever hurt you, none of us will. Ever.” 

Jacob then begins to undress himself. He pulls his shirt over his head and begins to unbutton his pants. 

“Why are you taking off your clothes?” 

“I’m gonna need something to change into when I phase back, can’t have them rip. You need to stand back.” He says, cocking his head to the right.

I nod, backing up about another ten feet. 

Suddenly, his entire body is shaking, no vibrating. Steam is evaporating from his skin.

“Jacob…” I whisper, taking another few steps back. 

Suddenly, he bursts out of his own skin. A giant reddish-brown wolf appears in front of me. 

“What the hell?” I mutter, falling on my own ass. 

The creature walks over to me, ears laying back and keeping its head low. 

“Jacob?” I ask.

The giant head nods, placing its head onto my lap. I scratch a little bit behind the ears before it takes off, grabbing the clothes and going behind some bushes. 

I hear more bones cracking and then Jake walks out a moment later, fully clothed yet again. Disappointment falling upon his face as he sees mine filled with shock and slight fear. 

“I’m really sorry. I’m just not Jake anymore.” He says, despair filling every fibre of his being. 

“So you can turn into a giant wolf, but are you still you?” I ask, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder. 

His face softened at my touch, giving me some hope to see the old Jacob back. 

“I mean, I’m a monster… but I still care about you and everyone else I cared about. I just can’t be around anyone anymore.” He looks down at his hands. 

“How are you a monster?” 

“Did you miss the part where I just turned into an enormous wolf or should I show you again?” He chuckles sadly. 

“Well, you didn’t choose to? And do you hurt people?” 

“No, I protect them.” 

“Okay, and do you still love your family? And all your friends?” 

“More than anything.” 

“And you still love working on bikes and cars? Still dream of owning your own shop one day?” 

“More than anything, I can’t wait until this is all over and I can resume life as usual.” He scoffs, kicking some dirt underneath us. 

“Okay, so you’re still the Jacob I always knew. You’re the Jake I know and love, you just turn into a massive wolf and kill the vampires that kill people. Sounds to me like you’re a hero, not a monster.” I squeeze his shoulder comfortingly. 

He looks at me, tears brimming his eyes. 

“Thank you.” 

I feel the weight of my best friend’s head fall onto my shoulder. The weight comforted me greatly, in fact any form of contact with Jake seemingly soothed me to no end. 

“Jacob, I told you that I would be there for you through it all, and I meant it.” I smile softly at him.

“I know, but I couldn’t do anything about this. It wasn’t my choice.” He sighs.

“I understand, but now you have no excuse to blow me off.” I smirk. 

“You’re right. What do you say we get back to working on those bikes?” He looks at me with a soft smile, just like old Jacob. 

“I’d say that we should do that immediately.” I return his smile. 

“Thank you. For everything. For handling this so well, for being here.” He gulps. 

“I meant it, Jacob. Through everything I’ll be by your side.” 

We went on our way, returning to Jake’s garage. 

The smell of tools and oil immediately invaded my nostrils, the familiar environment leaving me with an endless amount of comfort. 

Jacob walks over to the old radio, turning it on to play some music quietly.

“Can’t even tell you the last time I’ve turned this thing on.” He chuckles. 

“Probably since I was here last.” I tease, watching his face contort in sadness. 

“Let’s get working on these bikes.” He nods. 

I passed him the wrench he needed and we began working again, finally. 

“I didn’t want this, I wish it could be taken away, but I’m in it for life.” He says, resentment in his eyes. 

We spoke a little of his whole new “situation.” Him growing increasingly upset and seemingly full of resentment. It hurt to hear him speak of himself so full of disdain. 

I let him vent all of his feelings, knowing he needed someone to talk to. Eventually I knew it was time to get back to old times. 

So we spent the rest of the day laughing like we used to, working on the bikes and joking around like nothing ever changed. Because that’s what he needed in his new lifestyle, normalcy. He needed to be brought back to what he enjoyed, he needed something to hang onto. 

And I always kept my promise. 

As darkness crept up outside, we noticed that it was almost midnight now. 

“I should probably get going now, my mom is probably wondering where I went.” I sigh, looking outside into the darkness. 

“Sure, I’ll walk you out.” He gets up, wiping the oil off his hands with the shop towel. 

“Thank you.” I smile softly. 

The walk to my car was quiet, but this time the silence was comforting. 

“Goodnight.” He waves as we made it to my car. 

“Goodnight, Jake.” I smile, opening my car door.

“Oh, and Jake?” I ask.

“Yeah?” 

“We’ll have that shop up and running in no time, don’t you worry.” I encourage, smiling at him. 

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m not going anywhere.” He nods, a smile tugging at the end of his lips. 

“See you tomorrow.” I say, shutting my car door and making my way home. 

The night sky bringing me the same level of serenity that my best friend did, giving me the peace I had needed for weeks. 

Things were finally okay.

Jake was finally back. 

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Word Count: 1810 

[jaeminzie]

worth it | l.dh

↳ lee haechan x gender nuetral!reader

synopsis: having a turtoring session with fratboy!hyuck that you were bribed into turned into a cuddle session, but he definitely didn’t mind at all

genre: fluffff

word count: 2,123

you rubbed your head in frustration as the memory kept replaying in your head, making you regret your past decision. earlier in the day, lee donghyuck was practically begging you to tutor him for his upcoming exam. you were so set on saying ‘no’ because you very much disliked the guy but he began to wave fifty dollars in your face. and you, a broke college student, completely forgot about all the unfavorable feelings towards the boy and gave in.

but as hours passed by, you began to reconsider if spending time with donghyuck was worth fifty dollars. maybe if it were doubled then you wouldn’t be second-guessing your past decision. you looked at your phone to check the time, just to see if it was too late to back out now. and unfortunately for you, it was.

you let out a loud groan in the middle of the student café lounge area that you and your best friend, renjun, were relaxing in. “nice to see you doing well, y/n.” renjun took a pause from drawing on his sketchbook and looked up smiling mockingly at you to which you didn’t respond to in any way shape or form. the smile dropped and a wave of annoyance took over his facial expressions. “okay, what is it. are you hungry? you should’ve just aske-”

“i’m not always hungry.” you rolled your eyes at him and lowered yourself in your seat. “it’s donghyuck-”

“oh god. then whatever it is, that obnoxiously loud groan was valid.” he groaned with you. renjun never had a good impression on donghyuck because he didn’t brake his car for renjun when he was trying to walk across the pedestrian crosswalk, and donghyuck never said sorry nor look apologetic. instead, he just gave renjun trauma. he’s the reason why renjun always wait ten seconds minimum before crossing the street. although it gets annoying, his lost face before crossing reminds you of a cute kitten which makes up for the long wait. “what did he do this time?”

“he’s paying me to tutor him at his frat.” his face was evident in disgust and empathy. “i’m regretting saying yes because i’m too exhausted to deal with him.” you whined and put your face in your hands, rubbing it harshly in an attempt to wake yourself up.

“y/n, you are so strong.” he grabbed your hand away from your face and rubbed your hand awkwardly as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. “no but seriously, text me when he starts acting up. i’ll have jaemin with me for backup because i mean.” he lifted up his arms and tried to flex his arm muscles. key word: tried. “you know.”

you let out a chuckle, closed your eyes, and let your head fall back. “i’ll definitely be live texting you whenever he says and does something stupid.”

“so basically, what you’re saying is that you’ll be texting me every second. might as well have me on facetime.” 

you looked back at your best friend who was showing a toothy grin. “basically.” you checked your phone again and saw that if you didn’t leave now then you’d be late to the session. “fuck, i gotta get going. please wish me luck.” you lazily got up, got your bag and stood still in front of renjun with a face that was screaming ‘help me.’

“c’mon at least you’re getting paid, right?”

“you’re right, i need to stop being such a child.” you sighed and tried to erase every negative thought and feeling inside of you.

“kick his ass if he acts up though.” he raised an eyebrow at you.

you scoffed, “of course of course.” you sighed once again and pet renjun’s hair as you walked emotionless out of the student café and made your way to the bus stop.

donghyuck’s fraternity was only a couple blocks away and it honestly wouldn’t take long to walk there but you were too tired to even try.

the commute was quick but you wish it wasn’t. there you were, standing outside the door of regret. the outside was fairly clean but you knew that the inside would be a completely different story. you knocked a few times on the white door before a smiling donghyuck greeted you. “oh wow, you actually came.”

you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “you’re welcome.” you both stood there awkwardly while he stared you down and you tried avoiding eye contact.

“oh sorry, come in.” he turned his body to make way for yours to enter his place. “i made sure we’re alone because it’s usually loud when the others are here. they’ll be back in a couple hours, though.” he scratched his neck and yawned while you examined the place. you were right, the inside was messy but to your surprise, it wasn’t too bad.

“yeah sounds good. it shouldn’t take too long” you turned to face him and gawked at his appearance. okay there’s no denying donghyuck is pretty decent looking, but he looks extra good today. he stood there awkwardly with his hands rested in the pockets of his oversized black jacket. his hair was slightly ruffled up, you can tell he just woke up from a nap. “you really thought i’d flake on you?” you raised an eyebrow.

his eyes wondered your facial features and marks. “i mean, you kinda hate me so.”

“i don’t hate you.” you corrected him. you may have a strong disfavor of him but you don’t hate him.

he smirked, his body seemed to relax a lot more. “then, let’s get started.” he walked past me and lead the way up the spiral staircase and into his room, which was surprisingly clean and well decorated with a tidy computer gaming set at the corner.

you set your bag right by the bed which you sat on. “so specifically, what are you struggling on?” you asked him looking at his figure that was leaned against his dresser a couple feet across from you.

“uh everything?” he let out a shy laugh and crossed his arms in front of him.

you decided not to scold him for always partying because truth is, you don’t know anything that’s going on in his life so you swallowed the upcoming insults that were climbing up your throat. “oh, well, we should get started asap then so we don’t finish too late.” you cleared your throat.

his eyes widened in surprise like he was expecting your usual witty remarks that he secretly loved, but you weren’t aware of his fondness for your attitude. “yeah for sure, let me get my stuff.” he hurriedly gathered his materials and set them on the bed next to me since he didn’t have a desk in his room. well, he did have his computer desk but there was definitely no room for books there.

he climbed on the bed and rested on his stomach and flipped the pages of the textbook, trying to find the first section he needed assistance on.

you kicked off your shoes and laid down next to him, but keeping your distance from him. he smirked slightly while still keeping his focus on the page. “you can scoot closer so you can see the book clearer.” he looked at you with innocent eyes.

in instinct, you rolled your eyes and scooted a bit closer to him. close enough to smell his cologne and close enough to see his moles randomly placed on his face and neck clearly. you took your attention away from his face when he suddenly made eye contact with you, catching you off-guard. 

his warm, soft bedsheets did no help in keeping you awake. you tried to focus on the words he was spitting out but every word entered one ear and went out the other as your eyelids began to feel heavier, and your vision slowly began to black out.

—

“dude what the fuck happened?” an unfamiliar whisper woke you up from your sleep but you ignored it, just trying to go back to your dreamland.

until you felt something absurd, someone’s warm embrace wrapped around you, your head was now resting on a pillow and an arm, and your cheek was rubbing against a wet patch of what you assumed was your drool on a white t-shirt fabric. “bro shut the fuck up, you’re gonna wake y/n up.” now, that was a familiar whisper to you. your heartbeat raced faster and faster as you made the conclusion that you were cuddling with the lee donghyuck. you internally groaned knowing that renjun will never shut up about this once you tell him. this will be his winning comeback for your future arguments. i mean, you could not tell him but what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t inform him of the time you magically started cuddling with a man you disliked—but still enjoyed it.

“you better tell me everything later.” the whisper was a lot harsher than the first one, then silence followed after the unknown boy closed the door. you assumed he was gone but you waited to lift your head up to make it not obvious that you were awake to listen to their conversation.

“i know you’re awake.” donghyuck laughed above you, his chest rumbled against your cheek. “you stopped snoring a while ago.”

you groaned in annoyance and also in embarrassment. you slowly lifted your head up to look up at him and you were not ready to see the sight of him looking down at you with a soft smile and even messier hair, causing your heart to skip a beat. both your arms were still wrapped around each other, leaving no space between you both. “what the fuck.” you blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

donghyuck’s tired smile widened. “i should be the one asking you that. sweetheart, you’re the one who cuddled up to me first.” he enjoyed watching your face flush red in embarrassment, anger, and also by the way he looked at you so attentively. “you know, its quite rude.” he tightened his grip around you. “i’m supposed to be paying for a tutoring lesson.” he pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, not breaking eye contact with you.

you remained looking at him with shaky eyes, not believing the situation you were in. your mouth opened, then it closed, then it opened to say something but donghyuck cut you off. “but this is so much better, my money well spent.” he sighed contently and closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head.

you could’ve protested or done anything to get out of his grip but your body stayed the way it is. “i didn’t even get to teach you one lesson, i’m sorry.” you were sincere with your apology, you wasted his time and now he’s probably gonna fail his exam if you two keep cuddling.

“i don’t care about that. i prefer this much more.” his eyes were still closed. you continued to admire his face and tried to memorize every single detail and placement of each mark. “hmmm, why don’t you take a picture?” he hummed, still keeping his eyes closed.

your hands made their way up his ear and pinched it. he let out a whine and finally opened his eyes which immediately landed directly on yours. “quit it.” you warned him.

“as you wish, darling.” his voice became lower and it almost sounded like a whisper. a soft smirk appeared on his face and his eyes were sparkling under the moonlight that shined through his window. “i love talking to you but i think i finally found something i love even more—sleeping with you.”

you opened your mouth to say something but his finger pressed against your lips to keep you quiet. he shushes you softly while he shuffled slightly to find a comfortable position, still keeping his embrace secure around you and his eyelids began to slowly drop. you admired his face once more before closing your eyes as well.

the question you asked yourself earlier today lingered in your mind before drifting off to your sleep again. is spending time with donghyuck worth fifty dollars? considering how warm he felt against you, and how you loved to hear his breathing and soft snores above you, and how perfect your body naturally molded into his embrace. you could finally answer the question confidently, yes.

[minty-chocco]

ayla!! your blog looks v cute so far 🥺 best wishes for you and your blog 😚✨ is it okay if i request a scenario for mr rook hunt where he and his gn!s/o are baking cupcakes but rook, in all his curious wonder, wants to throw in some potions thus s/o tries to stop him while keeping an eye on the batch already in the oven? thanks a bunch and here, have a pudding! 🍮💞

𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕  🧁

Pairing: Rook Hunt x GN!Reader 

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 1.4k words

Extra Note: aaaaaaa you’re so sweet anon thank you! 🥺💞 Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. Rook has an intersting way of speaking and I hope I managed to capture his personality well! I’m open to contructive criticisms~ Anyways, here’s a cupcake in exchange for the pudding! 🧁

“Here you go, little demon!” Sam placed the ingredients that you requested on the counter.

You checked each one of the ingredients seeing if he got each one right. After confirming, you gave the shop owner your payment. Sam’s eyes lightened up at the sight of madol.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the man and picked up the items to put it in your bag.

“Come back again~” He waved his hand before you exited the shop.

While heading back to your respected dormitory to bake, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

 You immediately knew who it was, of course.

 “Rook.” You called out to him glancing at the sides trying to locate him.

 You hear the rustling of bush and turned to see a certain hunter at the distance. “Mon amour.” He mused.

He walked towards you, footsteps were silent as he stopped in front of you and lifted his hat as a sign of greeting.

 “I was preoccupied on admiring you from afar.” He flashed you a smile. “Although, seeing your beauty up close is far better.”

 You waved at him. “Won’t it make any difference though? You have a pretty good eyesight after all.”

 “Non! I would be able to hold you if you’re close.” He replied.

You smiled shaking your head lightly quite used to this man’s antics. At first, he always caught you off guard on his sudden appearances because the next thing you know he’s right next to you.

 Of course, after some time you manage to adjust to this hunter’s nature. You would soon notice his presence whenever he’s near you just by feelings his gaze.

“Anyways, Rook, what brings you here?” You asked him while taking a step towards the hunter and dusted off the leaves left on his uniform.

 “Why? To assist you in baking of course!” You flinched at his words. The cupcakes were supposed to be a surprise to him and your friends in NRC.

You’re about to question him but stopped. It’s Rook after all. He probably saw you buying ingredients in Sam’s mystery shop.

 “If you’d like, I guess.” You chuckled. “Let’s head back to my dorm.”

Upon arriving at your destination, you opened the door outside of Ramshakle to invite yourself in.

 “Pardon the intrusion~” Rook soon entered behind you.

You two strolled around the kitchen and Rook placed the ingredients on the table. He offered to carry your things before walking over to your dorm which explains on why he has your things.

“It seems like Monsieur Fuzzball isn’t here.” Rook looked around to double check.

 “Nope. He’s with Ace and Deuce.” You took the ingredients out of the bag one by one. “Probably just messing around with them.”

 Rook helped you prepare the ingredients and collected the kitchen equipment to be used for baking.

“Let’s mix the dry ingredients first.” You suggested picking up a bowl to put the dry ingredients and searched the room for the measuring cups.

 “Très bien!” Rook answered. He seems to take notice of you searching for something being the perspective person he is and opened one of the drawers on where the measuring cups were located to hand it to you. (très bien = very well)

 You took the cups and washed it clean thanking the young man. “You know sometimes I think you know my kitchen more than me, Rook.” You admitted which earn a laugh from the vice dorm head.

 After some time, you were almost finished with mixing the ingredients together and all that’s left is to put the batter into the baking tray. Although, you two still have to make the icing.

 You decided to gift your friends and acquaintances cupcakes each so you separated the batter to give them different flavorings to suit their tastes.

 You put the cupcake liners on the baking trey in which you personalized by putting your friends name on it and drawing little doodles that describes them best.

 After the two of you put the first batch of batter in the oven, you gathered the remaining ingredients left to make the icing.

 “Mon ciel étoile” Rook called out to you while you were busy whipping the cream not sparing him a glance. “You don’t mind if I put a little surprise for the cupcakes, Yes?” 

This caused you to turn your head and saw that Rook is holding a little vial on his hands. “Rook no—”

 You almost dropped what you were holding in surprise and hurriedly walked over to Rook’s spot to take the glass vial out of his hands before he does anything reckless to your cupcakes.

“No, Rook, you can’t.” You pointed a finger at him like scolding a troublesome child. The hunter could only stare at you quite amused at your reactions.

“But you shouldn’t be limiting yourself about the countless possibilities you could create, Mon coco!” Rook explained. 

 You frowned your eyebrows upon his statement. Rook is a curious guy, you’re aware of that. He would often try countless of rash methods to feed his curiosity, even offending the infamous Malleus Draconia on purpose, that is.

 “But cupcakes are different, Rook. This isn’t an experiment.” You resonated with him.

 “Ma belle, aren’t you itching to explore? You never know what this could have in store for us.” 

 “Rook.” You firmly replied as a warning.

 After seeing your reaction, Rook stopped. Although he could be quite persistent, he knows when to stop as a respect to your boundaries. “I do apologize, Mon cœur, I do not take heed to offend you.” 

Now you felt guilt for being harsh on him. “I’m sorry but let’s not do that, okay? These cupcakes are supposed to be for us and my friends.”

 You heard an alarm in the distance indicating that the cupcakes are now baked which startled you. You walked over to the oven to open it.

 Rook offered to be the one who’ll take out the cupcakes so you handed him your kitchen muffins in which you thought looked cute on him.

 “You know Rook sometimes I wonder why I even keep up with you.” You randomly blurted out after he place the cupcakes at the counter to cool.

 “My, you wound me, trickster!” He placed his hand on his chest.

 “Wait let me finish my sentence.” You chuckled at his actions. “But you know what? Even though you can be quite a handful sometimes, I still love you.” 

 “Oh?” Rook leaned over you, eyeing you intensely. Just like how a hunter would look at its prey before attacking. “Such flattering words from you.”

Rook leaned more closer to you which made you panic by the sudden movement and grabbed the cupcake beside you in impulse to shove it on his mouth.

The Pomefiore vice dorm leader looked at you bewildered. Congrats, you manage to caught this hunter off guard. He tasted the cupcake that was rudely shoved on his mouth.

“Merci! This cupcake is marvelous. The exquisite taste that prolong on your mouth is truly spectacular.” You awkwardly shifted away quite embarrassed from his compliments. “Desserts like this are surely meant to be shared with your beloved.”

 You gave him a lopsided smile. “Then, let me try too.”

You took a cupcake from the tray and took a bite out of it. The scent of the freshly baked goods filling the room. “Mhm. This tastes okay. We still need the frosting though.”

Rook was about to say something but you interrupted him. “No. We’re not gonna add any funny ingredients there.”

“But I wasn’t about to tell you that, mon chéri .” You looked at him confused then you suddenly felt his lips on yours, giving it a little peck. He used his hat as a cover for the two of you even though there wasn’t anyone at the room but you two, for effect I guess. “This hunter is glad to be called your lover.” 

You blushed at his words. Surely, this young man never fails to make your heart flutter by his sweet yet sincere words. Even though this is a common occurrence for the two of you, it still makes you feel flustered every time.

 “You didn’t think I would easily let you go, did you?” Rook chuckled, placing his gloved hands on your chin to make you look at him, his eyes glowing lightly. “A hunter doesn’t let their prey off so easily.”

 Now it’s your turn to be surprised. What would you do, reader?

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 🌙