#fic: secret nap club

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Trick or treat! 🎃

From Secret Nap Club:

“But you did arrange to sleep together in the same bed during away matches.”

“We didn’t arrange that,” Kent argues. It's impossible to tell if the flush on his cheeks stems from anger or embarrassment. “That was the stupid roommate lottery. Our names kept getting drawn-“

He cuts off mid-sentence. Slowly, Kent turns to pin Beard with his harshest glare. Beard, already slumped low in his seat, sinks lower, refusing to make eye contact. Lasso gawks at his compatriot. Monica has no idea what is going on.

“Coach?” Lasso says gently. "Is there something you want to share with the class?"

“Fine! I did it! I’m the one who rigged the lotto. But that’s only because I assumed that you two-,” Beard points accusingly between Jamie and Roy, “-were sleeping together.”

Silence takes a jog around the room while they each take turns processing that.

The HR rep gapes, her pen clutched tight in her hand like a freshly strangled goose. “You…rigged the roommate draw results…to guarantee that one of Richmond’s assistant coaches would have access to a player you believed he was sexually intimate with.”

Beard has the decency to guiltily avert his eyes back towards the ceiling. “It sounds worse when you say it."

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COYOTE UGLY - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: When you’re not at the lab researching and developing Hextech, you’re in Zaun at the BDSM club Coyote Ugly as the bartender. Having this job ensures your team has enough money to continue working without any headaches. Well you’re in for a massive migraine since the man you’ve been in love with since you were kids is gonna find out about your dirty little secret.

warnings: secrets, bdsm etiquette, dom!viktor, love confessions, abelist comments (Viktor refers to himself in a negative light twice, referencing what others have called him) traffic light system, spanking, afab terms used for the smut section, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, squirting, I’m gonna write this as a 5 + 1 kinda deal. Ok? Ok. Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f

p.s. This fic very obviously references Coyote Ugly (2000), and I know it is a bar in the movie but I didn't want to do a whole plotline on The Last Drop vs Coyote Ugly; and I didn't have the energy to write and characterize Silco LMAO. So I hope none of y'all are mad I tweaked it to be a BDSM club/bar instead. I've loved this movie ever since I was a kid. Now I'm tempted to do a Practical Magic (1998) fic too 😭😭

The Five Times Viktor Gets a Clue About You, and the One Time His Suspicions are Confirmed

One.

Viktor’s known you for almost two decades by this point. You’re well into your twenties and can do whatever you please. But Viktor’s got suspicions regarding you. Your excuses, your secrets. He knows you better than he knows himself.

So when you walk into the lab one day with a stack of cash, both Jayce and Viktor can’t help but look at you as if you were a project they were working on. You’ve peaked their curiosity and suspicion.

“So,” Viktor starts as you give the money to Jayce, and walk back to your desk, “Where did that money come from?”

You lightly scoff, “Don’t worry about it, V.”

“Of course I’m going to worry about it! That’s a lot of money miláček! Please tell me you got it legally.”

You whip around with a snort, “Don’t worry Viktor, it’s all legal. I just got paid from my second job. I already took a cut for myself; the rest I’m donating to the lab for our research.”

Viktor’s lips thin at that. You already took a cut for yourself and still had that much money to just… give away?

“Whatever you say, miláček.”

You’re gonna regret that. You’ve just peaked Viktor’s curiosity; and what’s the saying?

Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Two.

Viktor’s curiosity is peaked once more when he sees a glimmer of sparkle at your navel as your shirt rises, as you try to get something off the shelf for him.

Viktor hums as he puts his pen on the hem of your shirt to lift it a bit more. You gasp as a fresh breeze brushes against your abdomen.

“Whats this, hmm?”

You sputter a bit before dropping your arms and tugging your shirt down quickly, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Your belly button is magical and shimmers on its own?”

You sarcastically hum, “How’d you know?” you add a dramatic gasp, just because you can. Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you, “You can just admit you got a piercing. Its quite common down in Zaun.”

“Whats the fun in that.” You pout, “I got it forever ago, a bit before we left for the Academy actually.”

“You got your navel pierced when you were seventeen, and I never found out about it until you were twenty-six and I was twenty-eight?”

You playfully shrug, “Guess you aren't as observant as you think you are.”

Viktor clenches his jaw, “Don’t tease me miláček. You won't like where you end up.”

“Try me.”

With that, you walk away with a sway to your hips as Viktor's grip on his pen tightens to the point he thinks it's going to snap in half.

You're going to regret that.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Three.

“What is that?!” Jayce exclaims as you lounge on the couch, taking a small nap. “What? What! What're you screeching about Jayce?”

“That!” he squeaks, “On your lower back! Is that a…”

Viktor finishes the thought, “A tattoo?”

You twist your torso and look down. There's the perpetrator, a small tramp stamp that kind of looks like the Hexcores magic, and in the centre is a heart.

“Yeah.” you casually state as you go back to nap.

“Why does it look like the Hexcore?”

You take a quick peek over to Viktor before muttering, “Why not? I care about you guys and decided to get a tattoo to commemorate it.”

Jayce awes a bit but Viktor just narrows his eyes at you. There's more to it than just that. Because if not, then why did you put it in such a… risque place? Unless you wear low-rise pants or extremely cropped shirts; no one would ever see it.

Unless you're completely naked.

Viktor rubs his nose as you reposition yourself, your hip jutting out as your top rises even farther.

Viktor casually stands up and walks over to where you're resting on the labs couch. Lightly touching your lower back, he feels you flinch as he presses his hand harder onto the fully healed tattoo, “You must be cold, here. Let me fix that.”

And with that, Viktor pulls up the fleece blanket to cover your torso.

You look to Viktor and your eyes have darkened, your lids slightly narrowed. Your lips are lightly pursed as you examine Viktor. Viktor just smirks at you.

The longer this goes on, the more clues Viktor gets.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Four.

Jayce keeps pacing in the lab. Back and forth, back and forth. Viktor is worried Jayce is going to wear the floor down to the baseboards.

“Are you okay?” Viktor quietly asks, looking at Jayce in concern. He's never seen him so… frazzled before.

“No. There's a small gathering happening later today with the council members and high-level individuals. There was supposed to be a bartender to make the meeting not as mind numbing but the one Mel booked previously is sick. Now we need to find a replacement for…”

Jayce looks at his watch and runs a hand through his hair, “Three hours from now.”

Before Viktor can put his two cents in, you pipe in, “I can do it.”

Jayce whips around to look at you, a manic gleam in his eyes, “You’re not joking, right? You can actually bartend.”

You nod once, “I can actually bartend.”

“Shes not lying Jayce. She was a part-time bartender at the Last Drop when… when Vander was the owner.

Both you and Viktor look down, Vander was a good man. He took care of everyone as if they were his own kids.

Jayce clears his throat, trying to dissipate the mournful aura in the lab, “Wow, you're like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Many hidden talents.”

You snort, “More like a coyote prowling in the forest. Challenge brings mastery, dear Jayce.”

Viktor quirks an eyebrow at you. That's an… odd choice of words. No one ever refers to themselves as a coyote unless they frequent…

Oh.

Oh.

Everything is slowly piecing together, he just needs one more piece of proof before he pounces. Viktor almost feels like he's insane; he's a frequent member of the well-established BDSM club down in Zaun; Coyote Ugly. He's sure he would’ve seen you before. But there's the off chance you work when he's not there. He only goes on Saturdays, on a bi-weekly schedule.

Maybe you knew that and planned your schedule around Viktor's desires.

For this last bit of proof, Viktor’s gonna bring his attitude from Coyote Ugly to the lab. Hopefully, he doesn't traumatize Jayce (or you if he's wrong.)

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Five.

Viktor is good at what he does. Many people look at him and assume he's a virgin due to his disabilities. They think he's submissive due to the fact he's more lean and lithe as a man.

He's not.

He can get anyone down to their knees. He can get anyone to listen to him. He doesn't typically use this power in his day-to-day life, but he's going to bring it to the lab today. Luckily for him, Jayce had a mandated meeting to go to and couldn't weasel his way out of it.

He sees his target in the corner of his eye.

You.

You're standing by the blackboard, wobbling in place. Viktor isn't sure how well you've slept, if you've eaten anything today, or if you've even taken a break.

Viktor gets up from his own spot, and makes his way to the small kitchenette in the lab and prepares a basic sandwich and sweet milk for you. He places the items onto your desk and you're none the wiser.

Its not until Viktor clears his throat do you look away from the blackboard.

“You can barely stand straight. Here, come take a small break. Eat something.”

You smile lightly at the care, “Oh Viktor, I’d love to but I can't. I'm on the verge of a breakthrough; I can feel it! If I stop now, I wont ever complete this runic sequence!”

“I insist.”

“No, I really can't—”

“Sit.”

With that, you sat down at your desk immediately. You've never heard Viktor's voice go like that. So dark, so commanding, so… sensual.

You feel almost ashamed. Here Viktor is, making you food, a drink, and worrying about your health. And you were too much of a brat to see it.

You take half the sandwich and bite into it as your stomach growls at you. Shit, he's right. You haven't eaten in several hours and now your body’s catching up to you.

Viktor tilts his head, observing you.

“You were right, thank you.”

Viktor puts his hand on the nape of your neck and squeezes. You shiver and lean into the touch.

“You’re welcome. Don't make me have to do that again.”

You look up at him, your eyes wide and glossy. Your lips pouted lightly. Viktor's grip tightens on your nape and you somewhat successfully suppress a whine.

That's the final puzzle piece.

“I wont.”

“Good girl.”

And with that, Viktor can see you blue screen.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Plus One.

Viktor's changing up his routine, visiting Coyote Ugly on a Friday rather than his usual Saturday. The trek down to Zaun wasn't too bad, but the difference is air quality was highly noticeable.

Slowly but surely, Viktor makes his way to the club. He's in his usual outfit for this scene, an all-black ensemble with the buttons of his shirt undone almost dangerously low. He can feel the looks of desire shot his way. He's always on the top of the submissive’s lists at Coyote Ugly. And every coyote he's taken has been incredibly satisfied.

But ever since this theory of his sprouted, he's been hyper-focusing on it. On you. So he hasn't been able to take any of the coyotes to bed. They're desperate.

But there's a certain coyote that's already caught his eye.

He sees you working the bar as if it were second nature. Mixing drinks, pouring shots, opening beers, and chatting up the patrons. You seem so at home here.

Viktor gets a lovely eyeful of your outfit when you hope up on the bar with a megaphone, “Same shit, new day! We follow the rules and—”

All the patrons echo your words back to you, “We don't touch your girls!”

You smirk, “And with that, let the party begin!” a bell is heard ringing in the background but all Viktor can do is appreciate your sexiness.

You're in an all-black outfit as well, but its all leather. Your top is closed by a single button, so Viktor damn near gets an eyeful of your breasts. He can see your abdomen down to the top of your navel, your belly button piercing glittering in the club's lights.

Your leather pants are skin tight and low enough that Viktor's worried you can't bend over in them without flashing someone. He sees you turn around to hop off the bar and there it is. Your hexcore inspired tattoo.

Viktor feels his pants tighten at that. Its almost like a branding in his mind. Look at that. She's mine.

A few girls get up onto the bar and dance to the songs playing on the jukebox. With a distraction in place, he makes his way to the bar to order a drink.

Your back is to the bar as you clean some glasses, “What can I getcha?”

Viktor ensures his voice is loud enough so that you can hear him, “A whiskey sour, miláček.”

The sounds of cups almost breaking puts a smile on Viktor’s face. He's got you just where he wants you. You whip around with a deer-in-the-headlights look, “Vi—Viktor! What're you doing here?! You usually come on—”

“Saturdays. Yes, I know. But I've heard wonderful things about a certain bartender and wanted to see her for myself. The only bartender I've ever met is Thomas.”

You inhale sharply, “What gave me away?”

“Little things. The money, your body modifications, referring to yourself as a coyote.”

You hit your forehead with the palm of your hand, “I'm an idiot.”

Viktor shakes his head, “No, you just got too comfortable. Besides how you reacted a few days ago when given an order sealed the deal.”

Your face feels hot, almost unbearably so. Goddamn it.

“Does this… ruin anything between us?”

Viktor scoffs, “Absolutely not! Do you know how long I've fantasized about a scenario like this happening?”

“I have an idea…” your tone is breathless as your eyes are as wide as saucers. No way is this happening. No way are your dreams coming true.

Before anything else can happen, you do a special knock on the bar. Thomas whips his head over to look at you and seems shocked.

“This is officially a Code V. I need you to man the bar tonight.”

Thomas just smiles and takes over no problem, you hop over the bar and stand next to Viktor, a beaming smile on your face.

“A Code V?”

“When I officially get the man of my dreams, I get to have a shift off. No ifs, ands, or buts!”

Viktor smiles sweetly at that.

“So…” you add before your confidence dissipates, “Wanna go upstairs?”

Viktor knows that private rooms are located upstairs if you want to… have some fun. He just nods, a sly smirk on his face, “Lead the way, miláček.”

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You and Viktor rush up as best you can to one of the private rooms. Before anything happens, Viktor enquires if you know about the stoplight system. You do. And with that, you two touch each other in a way you’ve been dreaming about since you both started puberty.

A bit of kissing here, a bit of groping there. Before you know it, Viktor’s fingering open your pussy as you whine and pant at the pleasure Viktor is presenting your body with.

It’s wet, slick, and so hot. Viktor’s hand is slapping against your clit, causing a loud schlick sound that makes your ears burn in embarrassment. Viktor just revels in the sounds and faces you make; he never thought you could get any prettier. Looks like he was wrong.

“Please… Please… Put it in.” You beg, your eyes watery at the constant assault Viktor is giving your g-spot. Viktor kisses his teeth, “Put what in?” He cockily asks.

“Y-your cock. I want your cock in me. I want to fuck you into the bed. Please Viktor, please? I want it so bad… I need it…” You beg, your voice wobbly in your desire. Viktor growls low in his chest as removes his fingers from your pussy. “You're such a good girl, begging for me. C'mon sweetheart, I'm all yours.” With that, you ensure Viktor is comfortable as he sits up against the headboard, you saddle him and slowly sink onto his wonderful cock.

You gasp out a long drown out moan at the feeling. Viktor’s pushed right up against your g-spot, he’s stretching you out. Your pussy is moulding itself to Viktors cock, nothing else in this world will satisfy you now. One hand holds your waist as the other rubs your back.

“C’mon.” In a low, throaty voice, you moan. As if you had to use additional effort to get the words past your parted lips. Your voice is whiney and breathy. As if putting Viktors cock in you knocked all the air out of your lungs. When you lower yourself more, Viktor, who is rubbing your back with his free hand, feels something deep inside his gut tighten up a little more as you persistently try to fit the final few inches of his cock inside. You feel dizzy at that, you're so stuffed… and there’s a few inches more.

Needy. You're so fucking needy; and Viktor loves it.

He squeezes, quickly prickling your flesh beneath his fingertips into a supple hue. Viktor wishes he could mark you like that for good, wishes that squeezing hard enough would leave bruises and indents to last a lifetime. Last several lifetimes. Even if you aren't aware of it, you still attract admiring looks from other people, which irritates Viktor. Ever since you two were teens, people would look lecherously at you. And you never noticed. But at the mere thought of everyone seeing you so marked up, something wild, primal, and almost startlingly possessive gets hold of him. Even though Viktor would know who did it, they wouldn't.

They would question who defiled you so throughly; and not once in their tiny minds would they think Viktor “The Cripple” “The Weirdo” fucked you so good you're bow-legged for days. With a trail of hickeys down your neck and chest, red marks on your wrists and a glazed look in your eyes. Viktor needs to calm down, he’s getting ahead of himself.

Before he can stop himself, Viktor tangles his fingers into your sweaty, untidy hair. You shiver at the feeling. His hands are so strong, so beautiful to look at.

“Viktor! Please! Please let me move! I need it…”You beg. You've needed this since you were fifteen and you noticed how handsome Viktor was becoming.

You lean closer to Viktor, your tits close enough to his face he can easily suck a nipple into mouth. This small shift caused his cock to press even harder into your g-spot; making a long whine and a few tears to slip out of you. Seeing that causes Viktor to freeze a bit before asking, “Colour?” At that you desperately cry out a pathetic, “Green! Please!”

If Viktor had shown even a tiny bit less restraint, the pitiful little "please" that slips from your mouth might have killed him right there.

You start to bounce, a nipple still firmly in Viktor's mouth. One hand stays on your hip as the other tweaks your other nipple. You use the headboard as support to ride Viktor to your heart's content. Fuck his cock is huge, you swear you feel it in your lungs. You could've been doing this for ages. You pitifully whine at that thought; so much time wasted.

“You look so pretty like this, you know,” Viktor mumbles appraisingly as he lets your nipple go, rocking back and forth at an almost painfully slow pace, trying to give you even more pleasure. Your thighs are trembling, splattered with lube, sweat, and an unprecedented amount of wetness from your arousal. You make a tiny, barely there noise in response, pushing weakly back against him. Viktor holds you still. “So fucked out, just for me. So cock-drunk aren’t you? My little fucktoy. My good girl. My prettiest girl” Viktor showers praise on you, who just groans at the sweet attack.

You pull up as far as you can against Viktor’s strength, the head of his cock catching on the entrance to your pussy, before dropping back down aggressively and picking up a steady rhythm. Viktor lets out an appreciative moan at that. Fuck you feel so good. He's gonna become obsessed with your pussy after this. Viktor's head tilts back to rest against the headboard as he moans, you pepper hickeys all across his pale neck. He's not the only one with possessive tendencies.

You go faster and faster, rougher and harder with each bounce, but you still take into account Viktors weaker leg. You're both moaning, yours goes up a pitch when Viktor starts to rub your clit.

Viktor whispers into your ear as he ravages your pussy, “You like that? You slut. Do you like having my big cock stretch you out? Do you like me abusing your g-spot, moulding your pussy into the shape of my dick? Nothing else will ever satisfy you again, will it Pretty Girl? No. It won’t. You’ll be desperate to have my dick rearranging your guts again.”

You just moan and starts to cry at the whispered words alongside the pounding your pussy is getting. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, you instinctively know you can’t cum without permission. So you ask,

“Viktor… Can I cum? Please? Can I cum?

Viktor just snarls at that, nipping your ear and slapping your ass with a heavy groan, “Oh fuck… you’re such a good girl aren’t you? Asking for permission to cum without me even having to telling you. Cum. Cum right fucking now.”

And you do. With a gush of liquid, you cum hard. Your body jerking, eyes rolling into the back of your head, with your mouth ajar in a silent moan that trickles down to a pleased whine. Viktor starts to fuck into you, wanting to cum too. You start to overstimulate yourself, desperate to feel Viktor cum.

Little “Uhs.” are punched out of you at each thrust due to the painful pleasure. In no time, Viktor cums too. His hips pressed flush against yours; his sharp hipbones causing a nice bruise to form. You both simultaneously moan at the feeling of Viktor pumping you full of his cum. The two lose their strength and flop down onto the bed.

You're cuddled up, now efficiently cockwarming Viktor. You're both our of breath, and immensely pleased.

“We should clean up.” Viktor pants, you giggle breathlessly, “I don't think I can move.”

The silence is comfortable, enjoyable. You’ve almost fallen asleep when Viktor casually states, “I love you. I've loved you since I was sixteen.”

You look up at him and give him a sweet smile, before pressing your lips together in a loving, passionate kiss, “and I've loved you since I was thirteen. Looks like I've got you beat.”

Viktor just chuckles as he runs a hand through your hair, “I'm exhausted. We’ll get cleaned up when we wake up.”

“I couldn't agree more. But I want a round two before that.”

“Seriously?!”

You slap Viktor's chest playfully, “We could've been doing this for a little over a decade. I'm making up for lost time!”

Viktor kisses your forehead and contently sighs, “Can’t argue with that miláček. Can't argue with that.”

With how vigorously you two went, it’s no surprise you fell asleep in a few minutes. Wrapped up together, as content as can be.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

That's a wrap! Please be nice to me, I haven't written smut since like 2022-2023. Hope y'all liked it!

For the tattoo, search up “cybersigilism heart tramp stamp tattoo” on pinterest to see what kind of tramp stamp you got LMAO

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⊰∙ LUDUS ∙⊱

╰┈➤ Napoleon is your highschool sweetheart, and despite how close the two of you are, you're yet to have your first kiss. Now that you're both out of highschool and even the stress of your college entrance exam is behind you, you can't help focusing on your boyfriend and the things you want to experience with him...

Napoleon Bonaparte x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Horny Teenagers (they're 18-19 btw!); Modern Era; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Aged-Down Character(s); First Kiss; French Kissing; Making Out; Awkward Boners; No Sex • wordcount: 3,243 • masterlist

a/n: Here we are. After a whole damn day of thinking about this dream I had, I turned it into a fic. This was also a great chance to explore this dynamic that I really like! Intimacy where nothing feels rushed, even when they are both needy and curious about where it could lead. I really liked the overall nonchalant vibe this whole thing had in my dream and I tried to convey it here as well. Enjoy!

Sitting at the desk in your room, you can't help this subtle feeling of academic responsibility that eats at you. Even if your final year at high school is over now, with your college entrance exam coming up, you can hardly catch your breath. You wish you could be more like Napoleon… He never loses his cool, seemingly breezing through it all just as you always remember him to be. Not that you can be mad at him, especially not when he's been helping you so much with your studies in the past four years. Even before you two started dating.

You've come a long way now, it seems. Your teenage romance started at the very beginning of highschool, back when he caught your eye pretty much from the get-go. He was hard not to notice, anyway, being practically everywhere. The student council, the sports team, the literature club, never not stopping to talk to someone in the corridors, he was not only extremely popular but also good at academics. His only flaw was being extremely late for first class, every single morning, but that never truly affected his grades. You figured it's only to be expected, a busy student like him must be finding it hard to catch up on sleep. Except, when you accidentally found his secret napping spot in the school's attic, he revealed to you that he actually never sleeps less than 8 hours a night. Huh. You'd apologized many times for your intrusion - you figured even social butterflies like him need some alone time - but he still didn't mind you staying with him. This is how you unexpectedly came to know him better, once it became a regular meeting spot for the two of you. There was also this guy, Leonardo, something right between a delinquent and a genius - he'd join you from time to time, going as far as inventing a makeshift detector that would wake you all up in the event of a janitor or someone else approaching your hiding spot. Once you joked about the three of you forming a "napping club", and Napoleon laughed so much he nearly hit his head on the low ceiling. You were surprised, to say the least. Not unpleasantly so, but… it was quite the twist to his otherwise spotless prince charming reputation. From there on, once you discovered how easy is to make Napoleon laugh, it became one of your favorite things to do. Even in inappropriate situations. Especially in inappropriate situations. The dynamic of your friendship slowly changed as his polite side cracked to reveal the devil incarnated underneath, one that ruffles the top of your head and makes a mess out of it every single day. Of course, you didn't back down to him one bit, like a never-ending game of cat and mouse. Until at one point everyone around you knew what was going on, everyone but the two of you.

You'd never seen him as nervous as when he asked you out, but from there on, things between you have been going as smoothly as ever - that's it, if you count getting used to his romantic side first. Napoleon is nothing short of the perfect boyfriend, one that you're still not quite sure you deserve. He's spontaneous, but could very well plan ahead if he wishes to, when it comes to dates. He quickly fills your bedroom with various plushies he gifts you, and never shies away from physical affection either - holding hands, hugging, or just holding you close every chance he gets. And once he caught up on your sweet cravings during your periods, he made it a habit to bring your favorite chocolate when he comes over during those days...

The only thing that keeps you from being constantly head-over-heels for him to the point of not functioning normally is how much of a menace he can be sometimes. An absolute bully. Once again, in the current moment, he's done with his own studies far quicker than you are, and he's messing up with you instead.

"Look up, this time for real. C'mon."

He's standing behind your desk chair, "helping" you with your entrance exam material, but giving you the answers right away seems to be too easy for him. You don't know why you rest your back in your chair and do look up towards him - you don't know why he's in your room, to begin with - and he leans down and kisses your forehead. Just like that.

The soft sensation of his lips against your skin gives you butterflies, and you feel giddy against your own will. You can't help it.

"Don't get distracted now, Nunuche, you almost got it."

His large hands are resting on your shoulders, cupping them, caressing them slowly in something like an encouraging massage. It's like he can't decide if he wants your attention or if he wants to be of genuine help here. You don't remember him being this…needy. But perhaps you shouldn't be so surprised. With the hectic way everything has been the past month or so, forcing the both of you to be serious and responsible, he must be dying to become more lax for a change.

The next time he puts a sneaky kiss on your cheeks, of course, you're again chuckling at him, letting him tear down your concentration bit by bit - maybe it is indeed time for a break - until you feel your heartbeat speeding up with a dangerous thought crawling to your head. It's very bold, and you're not sure how he'd react but…

"Hey, lean over again? Just a little bit more. A liiitle bit—"

Even if it ends up being sort of upside-down, you easily manage to align your faces, and your lips touch Napoleon's. The sensation is somewhere between feather-light and bold enough for both of you to fully register the other's presence lingering there for a second. It's you and Napoleon's first kiss. In the short time you've been dating, the playful friendship between you did come to include those romantic gestures, the dates, the hugs, but somehow it never came to this. Neither felt the need to rush things. It's always been so natural, so you figured he wouldn't mind if your first kiss happened without unnecessary grandeur to it.

Even though he leans right into it without moving for the short duration of it, once the brief touch of his lips is gone you see him hiding his face in the sleeve of his sweatshirt. Utter defeat. You laugh at him, letting the bubbly feeling in your stomach overtake the anxiety. Gods, now only if this prep work would take care of itself...

Time goes by, and at long last, you find yourself sharing the joy of passing your entrance exam, together with Napoleon. As a part of the celebration, you go to the movies that same night. For the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to relax.

But now that your mind is free of one brand of thoughts, it just wants to fill itself with another. It's a cloudy afternoon, the sky darkened in what seems to be an upcoming storm, and you call Napoleon over. This weather simply calls for a nap! Without your favorite attic slash club room, you have to make do with your…what, super comfy bed covered with many pillows and the plushies he bought you? Seems like a bargain. Not that this is the first time Napoleon has been in your bed, the cuddle monster he is, but you haven't taken many naps there yet.

You want to suggest something to him today… It's strange, how anxious you're feeling, looking in the mirror for the tenth time in the past couple of minutes now. You were nervous about picking up your clothes for your nap date too, and ended up with a cutesy spaghetti-strap tank top and a pair of orange booty shorts. Just as you adjust the clothing some more on your hips, the doorbell rings. You rush to it with your bare feet on the cool floor tiles (heck, you really need to warm those up against Napoleon's own feet later!) and practically throw yourself at Napoleon before he even has the chance to take a step inside.

He's so soft to cuddle once he's in your bed, with his cotton black t-shirt and black sweatpants. Like one big teddy bear. The only thing missing is your sleepiness and that is, well, fundamental for the nature of your date. But you know the reason for that fairy well, and you decide to speak up before your boyfriend can fall asleep without you.

"Napoleon, say…"

"Mmm…?"

"How about we… kiss for a little bit? I feel like kissing."

A pair of turquoise eyes stare at you. While he doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, he doesn't mask his feelings well either. So it's weird that you can't tell what he's thinking right now, as he looks at you. Then he lets out a laugh.

"What's gotten into you?"

So, does he want to do it or does he not…? You breathe in noisily and start to fiddle with the hem of the blanket you're both under.

"Nothing, I just liked it, you know. Kissing you that one time at the desk. I wonder if we could do that again. We don't have to stop at that, even. No, I mean—…!!"

This time fully going into a hearty laughing fit, Napoleon turns on his back and covers his eyes with the back of his arm. He keeps that position even after his laughter dies down.

"By going all the way, you mean like, kissing with tongue?"

"W-Why do you feel the need to say it out loud?!"

You see him peeking at you, head turned to the side. His mouth is still blocked by his hand but you can swear he's smirking. You're starting to regret your suggestion,  but not because you don't want to french kiss him, but rather… because you're not sure you can be as nonchalant about this as you planned to be.

"Sure, let's do it. C'mere."

He spreads his arms in invitation, like it's winter again and he's going to give you a nice warm cuddle. You're so used to his touch, his smell, his loud presence, yet you feel shivers when you nestle your head on his bicep. Napoleon tips your chin up, and your noses almost bump with how close you are. After simply staring into each other's eyes for a little bit, Napoleon wheezes and turns his head towards the ceiling again. You furrow your brows.

"Stop messing with me!"

"I'm sorry, Nunuche, it's just— snrk— you're serious about this, aren't you?"

Your legs start feeling restless under the blanket as your blood boils. He's the worst.

"You can just say you don't feel like it! Jeez!"

Before you can completely change your position, Napoleon captures your chin between his thumb and index fingers - firmer than what he did last time - and leans in for a kiss. It's another chaste one. But it's welcomed. It's exactly what you remember sharing with him, what you craved a taste of.

When you withdraw from each other, neither of you keeps their previous expression - no sign of mischief on his or of frustration on your face. You're back to staring at each other, with something akin to need. Something unexplored.

Napoleon's lips come near to yours again, but he waits for you to be ready to close the distance on your own. And you do so, without hesitation. You still want this as much as in the beginning, no, you want it even more now that he provoked you. Napoleon's lips part slightly. The drumming of your heart echoes into your ears as your tongue meets his, and- what are you supposed to do now?

Napoleon chuckles and the sound is so close to you, as if resonating inside your own head. He takes the lead, like he's always done for you - his tongue moving between your lips, prodding them open, caressing. His tongue feels… weird, but it's something you quickly get used to. You don't want to be passive, so you try imitating what he does. Why is he so good at this? Actually, you can't quite judge what's good or bad with your lack of experience. He pulls out, breathing softly while looking at you, checking for reactions from you. You use the chance to ask.

"Have you done this a lot before?"

"What, do you think I've fooled around like this with others? You're my first love, Nunuche, I think I've told you that."

You can only guess it's due to your heart already being put on racing mode that you don't die over his words, but then the realization makes your eyes widen.

"So how do you know what you're doing?"

"I don't. I just do what feels good. Here, let's try again."

You manage to nod before he dives into it again, a little excited almost. You're quicker to open up for him this time, and his warm tongue dances around yours again. While eagerly returning the gesture, your teeth accidentally clank into his. But neither pays too much mind to it, simply continuing. You try to breathe through your nose as much as you can, but you still end up letting out a small noise, a grunt, like you're out of breath. Napoleon always finds it hard not to touch a part of you while you're close - you're almost surprised he kept his hands to himself all the way until now, or maybe that means he's been extra concentrated on what he's doing. Either way, his right hand finds your shoulder, gently caressing it. It's only when he starts nudging you to rise up that you understand his intentions, and you oblige. It's indeed better when you're sitting up in bed instead of lying down. Finding the right position is a bit awkward as you thought you'd be alright sitting on your folded knees, but you need to be even closer, so you end up sitting in his lap. As if pulled by a magnet, you never withdraw from the kiss the whole time until you settle nicely into the new arrangement and it stops mattering altogether.

Napoleon tries something new, sucking on your bottom lip before tugging slightly on it using his teeth. It's playful, and he gives you a second of eye contact and that look in his eyes already makes you want to return the gesture - you've been copying him tit for that all this time, frankly. Exploring each other like that feels good, even if it's strange. Like skipping ten steps ahead, but also like you want to keep making progress. As if there's a secret new technique you're about to discover next, so you have to try it all. Your restless fingers run through the dark hair at the back of his head. You've always found this part of him attractive, and it seems very appropriate to caress him that way right now. He, in turn, grabs your waist with both hands, moving them slowly up and down. It feels nice. You're a bit sensitive, more so than when he normally pets you there and there. Something like a mewl comes out of your lips, and Napoleon sucks on your tongue. It's like he purposedly goes into it harder when it's about time to let go and catch a breath. Doesn't he know you'll just end up making more troubled noises that way…?

You initiate another kiss, all too soon, and his soft pants are hot little huffs of air against your lips when you capture them. He too, makes some noises, you've never heard those, not even when he's short of breath after a practice. Not when he takes you to the local manège on the weekends, riding on the back of his favorite mare there that he takes care of. Your fingers travel further up, where the strands of hair are longer, and you tug a little. Napoleon makes another noise, and your stomach sinks for some reason.

"Is that enough kissing for you, Nunuche?"

You blink your eyes into focus - realizing you had them closed for a few whole minutes now, and the room has gotten quite dark on top of that because of those clouds outside. There's a pout on your lips, even if you never planned to get so into it… But you gotta agree, it's getting a bit too much for your heart already. So you sigh, carefully backing out of his lap.

"Can't believe that got you feeling sleepy! No, don't tell me, I know… It's a five-star rarity type of weather for a nap, right? Can't miss on that."

"You're funny, Nunuche."

The comfort of your bed is welcomed after how stiff your muscles got during your little session. Okay, maybe you are a little sleepy. Or maybe that's because of how long you were out of breath, you must have gotten a little dizzy. Facing away from Napoleon is not too bad, especially now that you're a little shy to look at him, and you're craving for some more familiar kind of touch, one that doesn't make your heart explode. So you nuzzle back into him, nudging him into a spooning position. He seems somewhat hesitant, so you try again… and you feel something hard poking you in the rear. Your face heats up.

"Oh my god, Napoleon, you're—"

"I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

You feel bad about him apologizing, and worry about him getting the wrong idea because you instantly put some distance between yourself and him in the heat of the moment.

"Please, it's me who should apologize! I suggested this and didn't realize you'd get— um—…Y-You can leave if you want to, you'd probably want to—"

"It's fine, don't think about it, okay? As long as it doesn't bother you, I mean. Or if you want me to leave—"

"I don't! I mean, unless you want to! I'd understand if you need to— take care of it… you know…"

In a rare moment where both you and Napoleon are feeling awkward, not even looking each other in the eye, you don't expect him to laugh, yet here he is.

"W-What's so funny now! Honestly, Napoleon…!"

"Nothing, it's just… You can be so brave with your actions yet you feel shy saying some things out loud. I'm sorry, I just find it cute. Come on, Nunuche, just go to sleep already."

The pout is back on your lips, and in response, you just let out a small "hmph" noise before pulling the blanket up to your nose. Despite having a head full of racing thoughts, you soon find yourself dozing off. In the last moment before you drift to the land of dreams, you sense movement on the bed, and it seems like Napoleon is leaving it. He's out of the room, seemingly going in the direction of the bathroom…? You're not quite sure, because the sound of his footsteps gets lost together with your consciousness. When you wake up later, you wonder if he'd let you kiss him again. Do you have to worry about giving him boners every time you two kiss now? That would be such a shame, you really liked doing that with him...

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[funnyscienceman]

Ok but like WHYY did ubisoft have to insist with the one game a year thing. Why couldnt they let syndicate cook in the oven more. Why do they have THREE queer men in the same game and not do ANYTHING with them!!!

Like yes, yes, i get it, i get wanting to for once make a story in a fun setting where you dont have to think about real life prejudice and hardships and bigotry and just have characters be silly, i love that too. I do! And id be all for that if doing it just didnt waste a potentially banger study of the characters and the setting ;-;

Like god i go back and forth on this constantly. I already love syndicate as it is, i think it's fun and neat and the happy gaming vibes about it is core to its identity, it's just that simultaneous to that, three queer men in the same game!!!

like GOD im still miffed that there are only, like, two or three fics about this, and so far i havent found any discussion or anything of it, but oh my god how different all three of them are from each other. You could do so much just with having any of them in the same room — and they are often enough in the same room (jacob and either ned or roth at a time), but nothing's really done there!

we have roth who sees fcking nothing wrong with getting kids hurt, because he doesnt actually care about anyone or anything, he's just some fucking joker wannabe that yeah, sure, probably has some anger and resentment at society because he's a gay man in his 40s or 50s by now, but jesus fucking christ retaliation against homophobia does not equal rampant needless unproductive violence roth!!!

then we have ned, who — i mean he doesnt ever give his opinion on whether kids deserve any respect or anything but considering in every other department he's pretty much just Some Guy, it'd be fair to assume he also has the extremely average stance of 'dont fcking kill kids and dont blow up buildings for no good reason??' in the grand scheme of the templar-assassin stuff he has just about as much relevance as roth: roth was just the boss of the blighters, ned just finances the fryes by virtue of them working for him. He probably doesnt even know about it, and tbh i dont even know if he'd care??? But like i imagine roth doesnt care in the way of 'as long as you dont get in my way, it's all set dressing,' ned i imagine would be smth like 'are yall fckin serious? are you kidding me rn? i have to skirt around transphobes on a daily basis, now youre telling me there's a secret society on top of that with even worse ideas?? What the fuck???'

like uh, not caring about it as in 'I cant deal with this rn i need a nap'

HE'S JUST AN EXTREMELY REGULAR PERSON (besides the crime lord stuff) IS WHAT IM GETTING AT.

then there's jacob, who's the youngest out of these guys btw, fckin 21 good god he should be at the club not trying to disassemble systemic oppression— ANYWAY

(ned is 27-28 over the course of the game, btw; we dont actually have a solid timeline for anything, just the year, so tbh jacob could've also been 20 and not 21 yet during the game. both he and ned have late birthdays, just a month apart)

so, yknow, being extremely early 20-somethings, both frye twins just take a train to london completely on impulse and dive headfirst into undoing the templars that've had an iron grip over the city for basically as long as they've been alive, yknow, as you do; and throughout the game jacob has to deal with goddamn daddy issues and fighting with his sister and insecurity and trying to be an assassin — and that's a lot for a guy to handle!! Especially one who's still just a couple years out of being a teenager! That's a fucking lot and if the devs are right, then he hasnt even realized that he's bi yet! Not until roth fucking kisses him while jacob's got a knife in his throat for the aforementioned indiscriminate, unproductive violence!

i mean, granted, yeah there were gay undertones during sequence 8, but i have to admit my bias here because i honest to god cannot take those missions seriously. Roth fucking preaches this and that about freedom and whatnot and then im plopped into the mission and it's the most rule-heavy shit ive ever seen in my short life as an assassin's creed player. Like what the hell, those missions were atrocious. Apprently i need to detonate the bombs a specific way, i cant just shoot them from a distance, i have to hold a button crouching down right next to the bombs, and then run the hell away! I have to avoid THIS and THAT while kidnapping xyz! Like there's freddy's apprehend missions and then there's THIS.

at least with ned's missions all you have to do is get the shit and go… i'm still salty that ubisoft cut his questline because they fucking insist on releasing a game a year >:((

my battery's dying. All these guys are different flavors of queer on top of just being pretty different and pretty similar in various ways, and there's just… barely anything about it. Ned especially, since he's just a quest giver whose screentime totals to, like, 2-5 minutes. I just wish they really did more with the setting; not just the queerness and these three specifically, but like, evie, henry, the class conflict — like there are shreds of it, seeds, but there's not much before you kill starrick and credits roll :((

idk. im just gonna refresh ao3 again cjemddjekjx

[astrids2th]

Always moving. Pt 1

Mae x Fem! Dancer Reader

summary: In a near-future Miami practically entirely submerged in water, Mae finds herself performing at a low end club, singing to the drunken guests. But here, before her performance, she catches a glimpse of a dancer in the midst of the warm, smoke filled club, and she finds herself spiraling into a dangerous love story with you. A dancer bound to the club by a miserable contract. but what will she do when her secrets catch up to her?

Warnings: None really, no smut yet, but there will be in part two! so stick around if that's what you want lol. also !men DNI! (always.)

A/N: Sorry for my bad English, it isn't my first language. Please tell me if there's any spelling mistakes, and please interact so I know if I should continue this fic! <33

word count: 3k (I'm doing word count now slay.)

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As the pulsating beat throbbed through the air, the club was alive with energy. Bodies moved in rhythm, a symphony of motion amid the haze of warm lights and swirling cigarette smoke, forcing you to squint as you tried to navigate through the claustrophobic mob of people who had all collected in the small club. Shoulders and hips struck against you, pulling a string of curses from you, and turning a couple heads who shot glares your way in annoyance at the interruption. But you didn’t care, you just needed to get to the dressing room as fast as possible. You were already late five or ten minutes, and forcing your way through the crowd, pulling, and pushing, you could practically hear the doomsday clock ticking in your head. Oh, you were going to get shit for this.

“Y/N, where the fuck have you been.” A hand grabbed your wrist, and you were hauled into the changing room as if you were on a fishing line, getting pulled out of the sea of people and into, well, not safety. Just another danger, you supposed. “Got held up on the way. Traffic,” You made up the excuse, covering for the fact that really you had just enjoyed a rather long nap and allowed yourself to sleep in a couple too many minutes. Your fellow dancer who was still holding your wrist firmly, raised an eyebrow at you, “traffic? At this hour?” She questioned you, clearly not buying the story and staring you down like a hawk. “Yeah… Traffic… people gotta get places, you know,” you continued to talk yourself back into a corner with a lie that you very well knew wasn’t getting you anywhere. The hawk sighed and rolled her eyes, letting go of your wrist and giving you a small, hopefully affectionate, shove in the direction of your changing station. “Just go get dressed, Y/N. Show starts in 20 minutes, if you’re not ready be then you might as well just leave.” You nodded vigorously and she turned away to leave. And as soon as she did, you snickered before making your way to the dressing station, swiftly slipping off your clothes and grabbing for the skimpy outfit that had been laid out ready for you.

You were half dressed when the door was burst open, or well if you took into account the fact that the outfit you were going to wear basically was the same as being “half dressed” you were more likely 25% dressed when she launched into the room. A woman looking positively panicked and with her ponytail half undone, hanging down her back, stray strands of hair hanging loose around her face. And as soon as she saw you, she gasped and desperately tried to look away and cover her face in an attempt to try and shield your dignity, but honestly you didn’t quite mind. You were a dancer at a low-end club where it was commonly known that most guests who came here didn’t come to enjoy the artistry of a dancer’s talents as they performed on the stage, but more so their bodies as they moved around. These guests (mostly men) didn’t pay for talent but for a good show and for how much skin the dancer’s costumes allowed them to see. Managers knew that. And dancers knew that. So, they leaned into it. Everyone needed their bills paid, and these men were stupid enough to pay them for you if you slipped your bra down just a tiny bit more than necessary. So, as you stood there, one tit out proud and unashamed, the woman in the doorway looking away with flushed cheeks, you just quirked an eyebrow in slight confusion and slight amusement. “Can I help you?” You asked her after a short pause where you both hesitated.

“Eh, y-yeah, could you tell me where the singer’s dressing room is?...” She questioned in a clearly nervous voice while continuing to look away in embarrassment, the parts of her cheeks which were visible to you behind her hands were flushed pink, making you smirk a bit in amusement. “You’re singing tonight?” You asked her in slight surprise and making no move to try and cover up any more than what little you were already covered currently. You saw no reason to and to be frank you were finding a lot of fun in watching her flustered state as she attempted to not look at your indecency. She nodded swiftly and cleared her throat in an awkward manner? “Yeah, umm... My name is Mae, I’m singing tonight…” She answered the best she could, and you gave a small hum in acknowledgement. “That’s a nice change, the singers here are usually old men who found a guitar in their attic and decided to start a music career.” You mused and casually pulled up the strap of your costume to at least cover a bit more, but Mae still decided to keep her eyes trained on the doorframe as if it was the most interesting doorframe she’d ever seen, and she nodded a bit as you spoke, not saying anything. You took that as an initiative to talk again. “The greenroom is down the hall, there’s an overdramatic star on the door, should be easy to spot,” you informed her and took out your makeup to start applying it to your face. You could hear her clear her throat again and she finally looked away from the doorframe. “Thank you… ?” “Y/N,” you finished for her as you noticed her slight hesitance, her face searching yours as she was trying to remember the name you never provided her with. She gave an attempt at a smile and nodded, and you felt a sudden feeling of… something… rising in your chest, though you couldn’t quite identify the emotion. But it felt nice. She was nice. “Thank you, Y/N.” her voice was nice too… But the moment was cut short as you once again hear the hawks voice screech for you, calling you to the stage, and drawing a groan for you.

“See you on the stage, Mae,” you call to her while picking up your shoes and stumbling by her, determined to not get fired for being late tonight. You needed this money a lot so while you were walking away you swiftly and inelegantly slip on the tall shoes, leaving Mae behind at the door to the dressing room, looking after you with what could almost be mistaken for a longing gaze. This was a busy club, and everyone was always moving, Mae would have to learn that.

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Every corner of the club was filled with electricity as you moved onto the stage, making an effort not to squint in the light of the overhead lamps which were pointing sharply down at you and the other dancers from above. None of you were left with much time before the music ripped through the crowd from large speakers. And you began, slim outfit hugging your body and trapping the heat in between the shimmering fabric and your warm skin. But you ignore the uncomfortable sensation and start moving forward, and then back. To one side, and then the other, every movement a testament to the hours of practice that you’d once put into learning this skill and art form, only for it to be left unappreciated by a crowd of hungry and drunken sharks.

With each leap and twirl you performed, you commanded the attention of those sharks, deliberately leaning forward at times, and forcing a coy smile which you had practiced in the mirror many a times before. And you pull the eyes of multiple onlookers, both on the floor, sitting at tables and in sofas scattered around the smoke-filled room, but also behind the curtain unbeknownst to you, curious eyes were following your movements with slight interest. Mae was covered as much as she could by the thick, red curtain while still allowing a small slit to peek out pointedly at not the group of dancers, but one specifically. The one who had so confidently conversed with her earlier, demanding her interest without even directly having to ask for it. Simply your way of being had piqued it.

Sweat glistened on your skin in the magnificent yet burning lights above the stage, but you seemed to not mind at all as your movements continued, and you held the eye contact confidently with a couple of the spectators who all smiled in amusement and satisfaction at the attention which Mae knew for a fact was not genuine but merely a show or a couple extra dollars. A good show, that was for sure. You knew exactly what you were doing, just not who was watching as well.

As the song drew to a close, the dancers collectively struck their final poses, their bodies taut with tension. And as if on cue, the crowd erupted into cheers and laughs, their applause a thunderous roar that echoed off the walls of the already loud club. With a sultry smile, you took a bow, basking in the adoration of your audience. Mae smiled amusedly at your display. You were not just a dancer — you were a star.

And then it was Mae’s turn on the stage. You had seen her as you exited from the stage, finally shielded from the crowd of sharks by the same curtains which had camouflaged Mae, but it seemed that she had hidden herself from you again, even as you had sought her out excitedly, also to cheer her on for her upcoming performance. But you were left confused but interested. And then you saw her walk onto the stage in the most gorgeous red dress that made you go quiet for a moment, the loud conversing of your fellow dancer slipping and fading into the background as you stepped a bit closer to the slit in the curtain, the same one that Mae had stood by just earlier. And you glanced out at her discreetly. And then her voice rung out throughout the crowd, leaving them silent. The earlier buzz of laughter and conversation fizzled out as their gaze and attention was naturally adverted to the beautiful woman on stage. You had only known this woman for maybe an hour or so, spoken with her once, and you were already feeling the butterflies waking up in your stomach. Something which you hadn’t experienced for years now. The sensation was strange and alien to you, and made you withdraw from the curtain in a slight movement. But you couldn’t draw your eyes away from Mae, even if you had wanted to, her presence was too striking to do so. So, you kept watching, listening, in awe at the woman who stood lone on stage with such confidence yet vulnerability, managing to silence the sharks and making it look effortless.

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“When you're awake the things you think- Come from the dream you dream- Thought has wings, and lots of things- Are seldom what they seem,”

“Sometimes you think you've lived before- All that you live today- Things you do come back to you- As though they knew the way,”

“Oh, the tricks your mind can play.”

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“You sang beautifully out there.” Your hand was on her shoulder, carefully as to not spook the skittish woman. She turned to you with slight surprise edged into her captivating features. There was a slight pause where she seemed to hesitate, as if thinking about something. Something important. Then she smiled, a genuine and soft smile, maybe slightly amused. It made you chuckle lightly. “Thank you, Y/N. You might be the first person to compliment my voice of all things.” The response made you smile as well, even in spite of the sad truth that it carried, knowing what she meant by the statement. The biggest part of both your salaries probably didn’t come from your talents or skills but rather… from the show you put on while performing. You made a move to slowly slip your hand off her shoulder and her warm skin, but she reached up and placed her hand over yours, subtly keeping it there and looking up at you from the stool she was sitting at, removing the makeup from her face with the mirror in front of her, shining a dramatic light at the both of you. “You danced brilliantly as well,” she complimented fondly, earning a small and gentle smirk to tug at your lips, the compliment causing your cheeks to tint a soft pink colour as well. The pink hue almost unnoticeable in the multi-coloured lights of the dressing room. So, you didn’t have to worry about her noticing the flushed state she had put you in, at least. “You might be the first person to compliment my dancing abilities as well,” you mused in reply and the smirk pulled into a teasing smile, pulling a light chuckle from the singer as well, and she squeezed your hand, making you pause at the gentle gesture.

You both found yourself stood in a pleasant silence, one of those rare ones where nobody has to say anything for a moment to feel special, comfortable. One of those silences that usually only appear between two people who are very special to each other. And maybe this ‘stranger’ had become special to you in those few hours you had spent together. But it couldn’t last forever. And her blue eyes drifted. They drifted away from your face and to the clock which hung behind you above the decorated entrance to the singers dressing room that you had slipped into to talk with her. And her expression seemed to drop in a realisation that you couldn’t quite understand. She looked almost… scared, and it made you frown and study her face, searching for an explanation. Why was she scared, what was she scared of, wh- “I have to go.” She shot up and out of her seat, making you almost stumble back with an expression that displayed the sheer confusion and bafflement  you were feeling. And as she scrambled to scoop up all her things into her arms and stuff it into her bag, you scurried to try and help her out, but she only gently shoved you away with a look of slight remorse, an expression she tried to hide. “What, why, what’s wrong? Mae, what is happening,” You kept trying to approach her and maybe provide some comfort given how conflicted and even scared that she looked right now. “No, no, Y/N, nothing’s wrong, just- just stop it, have to go. Quickly.” She replied in a tone which was clearly an attempt at sounding harsh and decisive, but it just sounded desperate. And your shoulders slackened, a sigh passing by your lips while you watched her with a concerned expression. “Bye, Y/N… s- see you… sometime,” she stuttered out while rushing out the door, stuffing her last belongings down and into her back in her rush.

You just looked after her silently, brows furrowed in a consistent manner, body tensing with the sudden rush of worry you felt. What kind of Cinderella-esque  shit was this?... “I-… See you too… I guess…” You murmured and looked at the spot which in which she had just stood scurrying and scrambling to get away either from or to something. It made you wonder… But you quickly shook your head and groaned in slight irritation, the sudden feeling of shame washing over you, as you wondered if it was something you had done something completely wrong, said or looked wrong. You dropped down in Mae’s former makeup chair. Mae had been hired in for this night and this night only, there was no contract, no nothing, so if she didn’t choose to come back to see you, she would likely never be returning to this hell hole in which you were bound and stuck by a stupid contract you signed in a moment of juvenility and naïvety where you had really thought your skills would get you somewhere, somewhere great with lots of money and fame. But no. you were here to please men with dance moves you had never even known in your young years of dance training. And as you sat there and buried your face in the palms of your hands, elbows placed firmly on the white surface of the table, causing red marks to appear on your skin from the rough treatment, you slowly turned your head to let out a sigh, but you were quickly halted as you caught sight of something. Something small and something shiny, buried in a heap of cheap makeup supplies. Your arms fell from holding your face and to instead laying on the table, and you reached over.

Pulling out the small artifact you noticed it to be an earring. An earring that you quickly noticed Mae to have worn during her beautiful performance which had captivated you so deeply, leading you to take note and remember practically everything about her. Including the pretty, little pieces of jewellery she wore, the green teardrop earrings. Bought cheaply to look expensive. Your expression furrowed in a moment of thought as you examined it. And your palm closed around the shiny object, and you held it almost protectively, not wanting to drop it as well. She would want this back. But she had left in such a messy hurry that she had dropped it in the panicked rushing.

But Mae was seemingly a busy woman, and she was always moving. Y/N would have to learn that.

[roseofithaca]

Red Dwarf-inspired Ghosts fic idea.

A cursed object gets brought into the house (some antique Mike bought because he thought it looked cool and creepy). The ghosts are all drawn to it like moths to a flame until they get too close and it causes them to all pass out.

Alison comes home to find them all asleep on the floor and at first thinks they're all playing some kind of trick or doing Nap Club or something. But then a day or two goes by and they're still asleep so she really starts to get worried. She usually doesn't touch them because it causes them pain but this time she can't help but touch Cap's head.

Then she finds herself being pulled back in time, or so it seems. And she's watching a VE celebration take place. She's watching Cap try to make his way to Havers. Except this time he doesn't stop when he's challenged, he doesn't have a heart attack and the pair reach each other. No one one including Cap seems to notice Alison is there. She watches them smile at each other and leave. Then she manages to wake herself back up.

That was...odd. She touches another ghost, Fanny this time. She's taken back to the east wing bedroom at night. Only this time Fanny doesn't get pushed. Instead she orders George to leave her with everything unless he wants his secret spilled to the world.

Alison keeps going as she enters each ones heads. Pat is successfully teaching the kids before driving the bus home, excited to see Carol and Daley. Thomas wins the duel and kisses Isabelle. Mary is pardonned and reunited with her children. Humphrey doesn't knock the damn chimney and can walk on with his head attached. Kitty is waking up in bed and embracing Eleanor. Robin is returning to his tribe and being glomped by his kids. Julian is putting his trousers on.

They're all reliving their deaths except without the deaths happening. They're all smiling as they sleep thinking their lives are going to be OK. Alison can see the weird object Mike brought is glowing as if it's feeding off their desires. She thinks if she breaks it they might all wake up but would they thank her for it?

[nehswritesstuffs]

A Bad Walk and An Even Worse Time

Sometimes I wonder why in the hell I write something and this is one of those times, lol

5176 words; shoutout to the dude who I saw regular golfing on the way home once in full Luffy cosplay (and shoutout to the club for letting him in lol); I’m overdue for a full-on sports AU but take this instead; apologies in advance at golf of all things but you know how it is; your mileage may vary at some of the relationships I’ve thrown in here but I also vary on them so no worries; related to the Adventures with the Denizens of 1000 Sunny Rd. series, which you don't need to necessarily read to understand this one (for reference, the other fics are here [FFN], here [FFN], and here [FFN] as well) just know it's a modern Midwestern-ish AU where LawNa is an established thing and the Sunny is a sus af party house

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For what it was worth, Zoro did not usually get terribly upset. A little cranky? Of course. That was almost expected when most of his sleep came from naps and the fact his adoptive pains-in-the-ass were always on his case about shit. “Zozo, you need to bathe more” and “Zoro, you need to consider a career instead of a job” and “why are you no longer cute, Zozo” filled the time he was with his family, which explained why he was at 1000 Sunny Rd. most days. The rest of the people lurking around the Sunny knew that if he chose to suffer through an extended period of Nami’s nagging with the rest of them, it was bound to be a doozy at home he was avoiding between his creepy vampire adoptive dad and the shrill, high-maintenance banshee that he was supposed to refer to as his sister.

Except this time, what he was avoiding had been tasked to him.

“Ah, fuck,” he cussed as he checked his phone. Zoro threw it across the living room and into a far couch, which was not normal for him. He sulked over towards the kitchen island and slumped down on a chair, hiding in his hoodie.

“What the fuck’s up with you, mossbrains?” Sanji frowned. He didn’t like Zoro being there for too long, especially since he was going on his fourth day of no showering, for the love of food safety…

“Mihawk wants me to put together a couple foursomes and he keeps bugging me about it,” Zoro grunted. Usopp and Franky both exchanged cautious looks from either side of the island, food stuffed in their mouths—Mihawk wanted what…?!

“You… uh… gonna elaborate on that, bro?” Franky wondered cautiously. Zoro was silent on the matter, only looking up when Sanji put a protein shake in front of him.

“It’s golf, right?” the blond asked. Zoro nodded silently and waited for Sanji to place a silicone straw in the shake before taking it and drinking while sulking some more. Usopp laughed nervously, almost relieved.

“Why on earth would Mihawk want you to get a bunch of people together to play golf?” he wondered. “Doesn’t golf involve, like, you know, being outside? I thought that was the exact opposite of his thing.”

“It’s his main form of being outside,” Zoro complained, “and there’s a charity circle-jerk and he promised to bring people.”

“That would involve him having friends,” Sanji noted, “which is something he lacks while his son has in spades.”

“Well, I’m glad it’s just golf, but you’re gonna have to count me out,” Franky said. “Golf is a no-go for me—I’ve been banned from courses in the area for being too super of a guy.”

“You’ve been banned from golf courses?” Usopp wrinkled his nose in thought. “Wait… which ones?”

Franky simply grinned as he took a sip of his pop. Okay. Fine. Keep your secrets.

“Does Mihawk know what he’s asking for though?” Sanji asked. “I mean… it’s us we’re talking about.”

“What are you talking about, Sanji-kun?” The guys all looked to find that Nami and Robin had both walked into the kitchen-living room area, a freshly-rescued-from-med-school Chopper right behind them.

“Oh, nothing to worry about my dears,” Sanji crooned as he set snacks down for the newcomers. “Marimo here is just complaining about his old man making him do shit for once.”

“If it’s golf, then you can count on me,” Usopp bragged. “Why, I was winning pro-am tournaments when I was just a little kid! Had to drop it because they kept barring me from competing, but I’m sure they will have forgotten the ban by now!” Chopper’s eyes glinted in admiration as he sucked down his milk.

“Golf…?” Nami raised her eyebrow critically. “What possessed the brooding vampire-goth man to get into golf of all things?”

“High SPFs, umbrellas, and business bullshit that apparently only happens on the course,” Zoro grumbled. He finished off his protein shake and handed the glass back to Sanji as he sat upright. “I don’t know anyone who fucking golfs! How am I going to get seven people who golf just to please his prissy ass?!”

“Well, you already got Usopp,” Franky noted, “and Robin’s not been banned like me.”

“This is true—I worked a few odd jobs growing up, and one of them was as a caddy—it helped get me a scholarship for college.”

“A golf scholarship?”

“No,” Robin replied, her smile unknowable. Usopp shuddered—he had to ask, didn’t he?

“I’ll do it if Robin’s doing it,” Nami agreed. It was then that Sanji came out from behind the counter in a flurry of emotion, taking the redhead’s hand and kissing the back of it.

“If Nami-swan and Robin-chan are participating, then I will too~!” he crooned. “We can be in a group together!”

“He just wants to see them in short skirts, doesn’t he?” Usopp mused aloud. Zoro nodded in agreement, which got both of them lumps on the head courtesy of the chef. The three became so involved in fighting that they didn’t even notice that someone else walked into the conversation, interest immediately piqued.

“Shishishishi—I’m in!”

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It was a few days later and most of the Straw Hats were at a putt-putt adventure golf course after-hours, the guy who ran the thing owing Luffy a favor or five. How that was the case, no one wanted to know, but they were going to take advantage of it anyhow. Usopp stood at a chalkboard near the entrance; usually the board was filled with upcoming events and birthday wishes for parties coming through, but this time it was filled with equations and graphs that he drew up on the spot from the golfing theory book he had open in his hand.

“If we’re going to win this thing, it’s going to involve a lot of finesse and concentrating on how our bodies move,” he said to a… less than receptive audience. While Robin seemed interested enough, Zoro and Sanji were about to fight (again), Nami seemed bored, and Luffy and Brook were too distracted by the moths beginning to flap about the lights.

“You just asked a bunch of people who don’t math to do math,” Nami pointed out. Usopp knew she was right—the two of them did math all the time, while it seemed like a foreign concept to most of the others. “You’re at least following, right, Robin?”

“My areas of expertise involve the humanities, mainly history, sociology, and anthropology, so I’m following as closely as I can,” Robin admitted. A chill ran down Nami and Usopp’s spines—if they lost Robin, they were doomed. “We’re mainly here to work on our putting, which is something that trips up even the most skilled of professionals, as the amount of force and aim required needs to be precise in order to sink the ball.”

Usopp let out a breath of relief—thank fuck someone was taking this seriously.

“I’m precise,” Zoro claimed. “I’m so fucking precise I can wipe the floor with this asshole.”

“Wipe the floor?!” Sanji scoffed. “Do you even know how to golf?!”

“Yeah! You hit the ball and get it in the hole! You’re not the only one who suffered through rich kid bullshit, Swirls!”

“Oh, don’t even go there!”

“Or what?! You’ll try to throw your daddy issues around?! Like I care!”

“Ladies, please,” Usopp deadpanned. “We all know you both know how to play golf. This meeting is to make sure that we all practice our putting, short game, and all the more scientific parts of the game in order to prevent a case of the yips. The only one of us who doesn’t know what any of this is…” He looked off to the side, with the others following his line of vision.

That’s right. Luffy.

“Hey everyone, look at this neat bug I found!” Luffy grinned. He went over towards the rest of his friends with his hands cupped together; Sanji and Nami both hid behind Zoro in anticipation, while Robin and Brook simply chuckled.

“That’s very nice, Luffy,” Usopp frowned, “but what are you going to do about the golf tournament we’re helping Zoro not ruin? You need to be paying attention so you know the rules.”

“Oh, those; they’re boring.” Usopp hit his own face with his palm out of frustration. “It sounds like it’s all made up anyhow.”

“If you don’t even care about the rules, then why are you participating in the first place?!” Sanji asked from the safety of behind Zoro’s shoulder. Luffy simply turned towards them, bug still in-hands and making Sanji and Nami shiver.

“I thought it would be fun,” he beamed. “It’s a bunch of stuffy people who care about rules, so what better fun than doing it our way instead?”

“Luffy has a point,” Brook mentioned. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of rules that have been relaxed since I was your age. You can say the game was getting a little… moribund.”

“Quit the crap and let’s get on with the lessons!” Nami snapped, refusing to come out from behind Zoro’s other shoulder. “Let the bug go!”

“…but Naaaaamiiiii…”

“Luffy, she’s right, you’re going to need to concentrate for this one,” Usopp agreed. “We’re not doing this because we want to flout the rules, but because if Zoro doesn’t come up with seven people to join him, then Mihawk is going to be extra insufferable.”

“Yeah… that wouldn’t be very fun for Zoro, would it?” Luffy decided. He then stopped and counted everyone there: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… “Wait, seven people total or seven more people?”

“We’re working on one more, now just focus,” Usopp said, tapping the chalkboard with his fingers. Between Chopper having school and Jinbe not knowing if he could get the time off work and Franky being banned from the sport of golf in perpetuity (how the fuck??? Why the fuck??? Wait, scratch that; he didn’t want to know), Usopp wasn’t sure whether or not one of them was going to need to call in a favor aside from the one currently in the works. “The Usopp School of Golf and Putting will make a golfer of you yet!”

How was that easily one of his biggest lies to-date? No one really knew.

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It was taking everything in Usopp’s power to not scream at the top of his lungs in frustration. Although Nami and Robin were both paying attention and subsequently began sinking many a putt, it wasn’t as though everyone else was taking his lessons as seriously. Sanji and Zoro kept fighting, Luffy kept getting distracted, and Brook was enabling in a bad way.

“Yohoho, good one, Luffy!” Brook cheered, watching as Luffy’s ball bounced around their surroundings. It eventually plopped itself onto the carpet of fake grass, rolling gently until it nestled itself in the cup at the end of the seventeenth hole.

Unfortunately, they were supposed to be on the tenth.

“Why do you keep doing that…?” Usopp groaned. “You’re supposed to aim for that hole,” he gestured with his putter, “not any of the others. You can’t just pick random holes to tee off into on a full-sized course!”

“That’s no fun,” Luffy pouted. “You said he wants to go home! So I let him go to the home he wants!”

“No,” Usopp said while trying to not grind his teeth, “the ball’s home is whichever hole you’re on. Stop keep trying to get it in the pirate ship!”

“…but I like the pirate ship!”

“I know you like the pirate ship, but you can’t always try to sink the putt at the pirate ship. That’s not how the game works. There’s not even a pirate ship at the regular golf course.”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Luffy pouted. “What’s the fun in golf if there aren’t even any pirate ships?”

“Wandering around, getting fresh air, testing your skills in both long and short game…”

“Meh; sounds like they wanted to make going on a walk worse.” Usopp opened his mouth to counter that, but stopped when he heard Nami and Robin both stifle a snicker. How in the hell was he this under-appreciated? “Can I just pretend it’s just the pirate ship for now? I dunno how much boring golfing I’m gonna be doing anyhow.”

Forget screaming: Usopp was ready to start sobbing.

“No, because you need to be better at more than just the pirate ship!” Usopp snapped, his voice cracking. “It’s more than just the pirate ship, you can’t use three clubs at once, there’s no kicking allowed, and we’re not allowed to use the course as a venue for any sort of musical performance while golfing as a means of distraction! Do I make myself clear?!”

A chorus of grumbling came from his friends.

“Alright! Now let’s get back to putting!”

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It was finally—finally—the day of the charity golf outing. The weather was cooperating at Goa Hills Golf Course and Country Club, a sprawling thirty-six-hole behemoth, which was filled to the gills with wealthy golf-nuts and those who happened to be roped into their antics via work or circumstance. Zoro was sulking off in a corner of the clubhouse before everything was opened, alongside Luffy, Sanji, and Usopp. Brook was there as well, but was off keeping an eye out for Nami, Robin, and whomever they were bringing along as the final piece to their puzzle.

“This is so fucking stupid,” Zoro groused. “Mihawk just wants to torture me.”

“Torture us,” Usopp hissed. He and Sanji were attempting to keep Luffy from attacking the snack table that had been set up on the other side of the room.

“As long as I get to play with Nami and Robin, this will all be worth it,” Sanji said. “Seeing them in those skirts will allow me to die happy~!”

“What skirts?”

“Of course a repressed mess like you wouldn’t understand: playing golf means a dress code, right?”

Usopp frowned, unimpressed with the assessment. “Yeah. Why else were we able to get Luffy in a collared shirt?”

“Well, ladies…” Sanji’s face contorted as he focused in on his mental fantasy. “Ladies have to wear short skirts while on the course! It’s the rules!”

“You need to get laid,” both Zoro and Usopp said simultaneously. Sanji scowled and let go of Luffy, which allowed the individual in question to break free and begin assaulting the breakfast bar.

“Jerk!” Usopp hissed. “We’re here to help Zoro, not help him get into trouble!”

“At least it won’t be eating Mihawk out of house and home,” Sanji shrugged. Usopp took a deep breath to steady himself—if all his work was going to be for nothing…

“Guys! Guy! Guys!” The trio looked out into the crowd and saw Brook coming their way in an absolute panic. He reached them and seemed to be almost in tears. “I’ve got some bad news!”

“What’s the matter?” Usopp asked.

“Don’t tell me that the eighth didn’t show up,” Zoro scowled.

“Even worse!” Brook shuddered as he prepared to levy the news. “It’s Nami and Robin!”

“Are they alright?!” Sanji asked, instantly becoming defensive. “If someone dared to touch a hair on their heads, I’ll…!”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that!” Brook insisted. “It’s just…!”

“What in the hell are you doing?!” Nami’s voice could barely be heard over the din of the clubhouse as she pushed her way through the other participants. She and Robin soon reached their friends, only for Sanji to gape in horror.

Capris. Cut to just above the calf. Not skirts. Pants.

Nami and Robin were in pants.

This was not going to be worth it.

“What in the hell is wrong with you, Brook?” Nami demanded. “Why’d you take off and abandon us?!”

“I got you here, didn’t I?!” Brook replied, affronted. Nami turned towards the others and flicked on her billion-watt smile.

“There you are, Sanji-kun,” she beamed. “I was hoping you’d be able to get my rental clubs from the pro shop. There’s a reservation already for them.”

“Why certainly, Nami-swan~!” Sanji replied, mood turning on a dime. He went off into the crowd with a flourish, completely ignoring the fact that he went right by a flustered Law as the latter was fighting his way through the crowd in an effort to get to the Straw Hats.

“Oh good, you weren’t eaten alive by the country club’s colony of rabid groundhogs,” Robin smirked. Law wanted to give her at least one middle finger, but was already too exhausted for before eight in the morning.

“All of you owe me, big time,” he grumbled, “especially you, Roronoa-ya. I could be literally anywhere but here.”

“You and me both,” the green-haired man fired back. “Gonna hang this over Mihawk’s head for long as I can.”

“That won’t work and we all know it,” Nami reminded him. They all silently agreed on that front—for some reason all of the adoptive pains-in-the-asses were collectively very, very weird and mostly unflappable. It was just that by some unfortunate turn of events that Zoro specifically landed where he was and now it was everyone’s duty to suffer through it.

A crash could be heard and a distant voice began threatening someone whose name sounded incredibly like Luffy. It was better to let that lie where it was; nothing good came from interfering with Luffy and food.

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Even though Zoro knew how to play golf, it was definitely not his favorite thing in the world. It wasn’t his most-hated thing, but definitely not by much. He felt constrained, it looked like the park space was being wasted, and he couldn’t even drive through the swans that were terrorizing the third hole even though they were just honking assholes with wings.

“Stupid cook—you can’t smoke here,” he growled. The pair were watching as Law was getting ready to tee off for them, Luffy having already vanished into some bushes like a cryptid in a polo shirt, and now Sanji was indulging in his most effective vice.

“It’s either this or I murder everyone,” the blond sniped back. Fuck, Luffy was taking a long time to resurface. “Hey, I know you know how I got the geezer, but how’d you get your adoptive asshat?”

“Parents knew him somehow; I dunno, I was a kid when it happened,” Zoro scoffed. He guessed he could let Sanji power through a smoke or two—the idiot chef was without Nami and Robin, after all. “Same with Perona’s dad, I guess. I don’t think Mihawk ever imagined that the favors would be cashed because one month his mansion is perfect and silent, and the next had me and Perona arguing. Loud.”

Law hit the ball and it went a decent distance—stayed fairly straight too.

“Not that I can blame her,” Sanji scoffed. “I bet you were a shit as a tween.”

“As though you weren’t? I think I still have the geezer’s phone number; he can verify.”

“Fuck off.” Law returned to their golf cart and put the driver in with the rest of his rental set. “Did you at least see where it went?”

“Yeah; we might actually make it out of here alive if we take turns being Strawhat-ya,” he replied. Law then took a quick look around. “He hasn’t come back yet?”

“Nope,” Sanji and Zoro said in unison.

“Fuck,” Law cussed. “If we don’t find him soon, he’s gonna terrorize whatever kid they’ve got manning the beer cart thinking there’s food there.”

“I say let him,” Sanji shrugged. “It’s not like we’re paying for this disaster of an outing.”

“Make Mihawk regret it,” Zoro added. “See if he asks me for another favor again.”

“I thought the object of this was to get in, golf, get out, and make it so that we don’t get noticed by Mihawk’s weird business associates or anyone else who might be a pain in our asses,” Law frowned. “Cora-san’s brother has been known to come here when he’s in-town—we need to keep a low profile. Can any of you handle that?”

“I know I can, but I don’t know if the moss-for-brains is capable of that, considering how we need to escort him around everywhere,” Sanji said as he got in the driver’s seat and turned on the cart.

“What the fuck are you saying, curls? That I can’t find my way around?! I can do that just fine!” Zoro sat in the front passenger seat, the pair immediately butting heads in the latest round of their constant, figurative dick-measuring.

Law screamed inwardly as he tried to not cry getting into one of the cart’s back seats; the mind-melting sex he was promised was not going to be worth this.

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Robin and Brook were standing to the side of the putting green, watching as Usopp was measuring and calculating the sort of putt Nami was going to need to pull off in order to sink the ball. Nami herself was standing next to the ball, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Will you cut that out?” she scowled. “Any longer and we’re going to get people wanting to play through.”

“This is for double-birdie, Nami!” Usopp replied as he laid down on the green to measure at eye-level. “This will help keep us in competitive range! These don’t often happen with golfers of our casual nature! We gotta make this count!”

“Uh… I think you mean eagle not double-birdie,” Brook cut in. Usopp and Nami both glared at him, making him flinch. How scary!

“Usopp, I think I can math my own way out of this one and not ruin Robin’s lucky shot,” Nami grumbled. “You’re making too big a deal out of this.”

“Listen, Nami,” Usopp said, “we all know that you are really good at math, but we also know that I’m better at math and physics. It has nothing to do with making you feel stupid. Because you’re not. You’re terrifyingly smart.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she frowned. “You just don’t want to get murdered in your sleep.”

“That is always a goal, yeah.” He got up and went to go stand by Robin and Brook. “Okay—one of your normal putts should do it.”

“I could have told you that,” Nami deadpanned. She went to putt, only for an unexpected voice to cut through the air and make her overshoot in surprise.

“NAAMII!” Luffy shouted. Nami and Usopp both cringed—how the fuck did he escape the others? Everyone looked to see Luffy approaching via the beer cart, where he was sitting in the passenger seat munching on chips while… wait… Koby was driving the cart?!

“I always suspected the police department to not pay a living wage,” Robin noted as the cart stopped next to them. Koby shook his head.

“I’m undercover… kinda,” he admitted. “There’s a lot of varying movers and shakers participating in this tournament, and Commissioner Sengoku wants me to keep an eye out.” He then gestured to Luffy. “Where does he go so I can drop him off?”

“With Zoro, Sanji, and Torao,” Nami said. She leaned in to Luffy, who tried to ignore her glare. “Why aren’t you with them?”

“Golf is boring,” Luffy admitted, “and I have a lot more fun hanging out with Koby anyhow! We’re gonna go catch some weirdos being weird.”

“I thought you were going to keep an eye on Torao for me,” Nami scolded. “What’s going to happen if we leave him alone? There’s weirdos here that might want him for themselves and then no more Torao at the Sunny.”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “He’s with Zoro and Sanji though, so I’d say they’re all pretty safe from weirdos.” Luffy then noticed that Usopp was laying down on the grass. “What’s the matter?”

“We just lost a major shot thanks to you…” Usopp whined. “The only way we’re going to make that up is if we score a triple-eagle on the next one!”

“I wouldn’t count on that,” Robin said. “Those are incredibly rare. They’ve never been accomplished in professional play.”

“Yeah—the only way to get a condor would probably be to cheat, and I don’t know if we want to do that,” Brook added. He handed Koby some money and the young man passed him a juice box, which he proceeded to drink loudly. “At least, I wouldn’t do that here.”

“Mr. Soul King’s right,” Koby said. “We can’t lose our heads just because we want to stay ahead in the game! There’s villains out there that we have to catch!”

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” Brook deadpanned. Koby didn’t seem to listen, as there seemed to be stars glinting in his eyes.

“Come on, Luffy! What do you say?”

In his defense, Luffy did seem to think about it. He thought for only a few seconds before a spine-chilling grin crept across his face.

“Nope!”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Dracule Mihawk was irritated. It took a lot of nonsense at once to get him irritated, honestly, for if there was one thing that keeping the brats in his home did for him was turn his nonsense threshold terribly high. There was also the fact that many of his business associates were—unfortunately—absolute goons that made him question the hierarchy of who was able to move up in the world and who was kept down. He tolerated them at best, especially on days where he was made to do social activities.

Even a bottomless wine tumbler could not change the fact that his present company was… lurid.

“Just take the shot already,” he droned. Buggy flinched from his spot over on the fairway—he was in the middle of adjusting his stance, which had been going on for two minutes too long.

“Watch out; you’re going to spook him,” Crocodile chuckled. The pair were sitting in the front seats of their cart while Galdino was standing next to the vehicle. “Do that and we might have to record a mulligan.”

“I don’t care; this is wearing on my nerves,” Mihawk replied. He took another sip from the tumbler and hoped the chilled compartment in his bag was keeping the rest of his very necessary bottle intact and a decent temperature, even with the sun. “How do you do it?”

“Honestly? I’m just glad I can use him as a human shield,” Galdino shrugged. “He’s almost the perfect decoy.”

“Hey, I heard that!” Buggy snapped. “If you’re such big shots, then why am I even here?!”

“…because we’re trying to network through charity events,” Galdino reminded him. “We have to look legitimate, remember? That involves shit like this sometimes.”

“…or would you rather default on that money you owe me and have the next decade of your life be a living hell?” Crocodile threatened with a grin on his face. Buggy swallowed hard while Mihawk sighed in distaste; the other man certainly had a way to make things so base. “What? You mean you wouldn’t want to watch him squirm?”

“At least don’t shout it out to the entire course,” Mihawk replied. He adjusted the umbrella that was shielding him from the partly-cloudy skies and grunted. “I wonder how Zoro’s doing, if making his friends come along has made him behave.”

“I don’t care to find out,” Crocodile scoffed. “That brat’s still on my shit list, as are all his friends. It’s a bad idea if you ask me.” He went to light another cigar and Mihawk’s lip curled.

“You smell enough like those things; you don’t need a refresher.”

“If you can drink, then I can smoke,” he grumbled. “It’s only fair dealing with this shit.” Crocodile gestured towards Buggy with his now-lit cigar.

“Why am I here…?!” Buggy sniffled. “I don’t even like golf!”

“Just hit the ball,” Mihawk, Crocodile, and Galdino said in unison.

“Fine! You want me to hit the ball?! I’ll hit the fucking ball!” Buggy took a running start and smacked the ball as heard as he could; ball, turf, and club alike soared into the air, making his companions groan in frustration. They all kept their eyes on the ball, however, watching as it plopped onto the putting green and… “Wait, what the fuck, did that just go into its home?!”

“It’s called ‘the hole’, you idiot, and it looks like you did,” Crocodile replied, almost impressed.

“So I got a hole in one?!”

“No, but you did get something,” Galdino muttered. He did the quick math and an even quicker lookup on his phone. “Apparently this is called a double-eagle! You’re three strokes under par!”

“Fuck yeah!” Buggy pumped his fist and started a victory dance, in which Galdino joined in. Crocodile simply chuckled as he wrote down the score, while Mihawk took a swig of wine.

“Of course he scored an albatross,” Mihawk sulked. “He is the bloody albatross.”

“He’s something alright,” Crocodile laughed. He and Mihawk watched the victory celebration for only a moment before he raised his voice slightly. “Get in the car and let’s confirm that hole-in-two.”

Buggy did not seem to hear him, continuing to dance to a song being played on an imaginary speaker. He was so engrossed in dancing, however, that he completely missed the fact that the beer cart was coming his way… or that it honked… or that it was about to run him over until he was clipped by the cart, its teenaged driver laughing mirthfully as he sped away on the now-ruined fairway.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” Luffy shouted. “You should probably pay attention!”

“Ow! Fuck! Watch where you’re going you!” Buggy was in the process of being helped up by Galdino when he saw his assailant: wide grin, polo shirt ripped at the sleeves, sandals, jorts cut off at the knee, a straw hat… oh, his blood boiled. “I’m gonna get you, you little shitstain!”

“Oh, that’s tempting,” Crocodile noted. He then watched as Koby ran after the beer cart, his attempt to catch up on foot not entirely feeble in execution. “Ah, one of Garp’s pets is here anyhow. That’s not a lot of fun.”

“Could be,” Mihawk shrugged. “Depends on how you look at it.”

“I evade taxes, not back pain; let them sort it out.” Crocodile saw that Buggy was not yet back on his feet, which was frankly irritating. “Get back in the cart, dumbass, or we’ll leave you behind!”

“I think that idiot broke my ankle!”

“Walk it off!”

“Easy for you to say!” Buggy grumbled under his breath the entire time Galdino helped him hobble to the cart, hissing in pain as he was deposited into his seat. “You couldn’t have gone and, you know, picked me up?”

“Waste of battery.”

“This bitch has a solar panel roof.” Crocodile said nothing as he turned on the cart and began to drive away. “Can we at least stop to grab my club? It’s a rental.”

Eh; he guessed he didn’t mind that much.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

A/N: For those who might not know, referring to something as an albatross that’s not, you know, the actual bird means that something is a burden. A person can also be considered an albatross, but it also can mean the person’s an idiot.

[happynachohologram]

*cracks knuckles* Let's go!

What fandoms do you write in?

As yet all of my published fics are Good Omens, but I'm also currently working on something for The House in the Cerulean Sea.

How many words have you published in 2024?

10,173, including poetry and parts of collabs, which is more than I was expecting!

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Honestly, just finding the nerve to write something and let other people read it.

What are your top three fics you've written this year?

Darling, I Wouldn't Sell The World (The Way That Things Are Turning) - My baby, the first thing I wrote.

Rating: E

Wordcount: 3,815

In their retirement, Aziraphale and Crowley have plenty of time for enjoying the indulgent things in life. Tooth-rottingly fluffy South Downs smut, with gorgeous art from @rainyr

The Best Part - The one that snuck up on me and demanded to be written immediately.

Rating: E

Wordcount: 1,702

A throwaway comment from Aziraphale sets Crowley wondering about the best parts of retirement. Fluffy vignettes with a little spice and the smallest sprinkle of angst. To date, my favourite work.

In which we give thanks for bastard angels and their silver tongues. - A silly drabble, which doesn't really count but I was inordinately pleased with this tiny piece of filth.

Rating: E

Wordcount: 100

Crowley should really have learned when to keep his mouth shut by now.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Probably editing Darling, I Wouldn't Sell The World. My brain checked out the minute I'd finished the draft, and making myself re-engage after beta was such a slog. However, it ended up so much better, so it was all worth it in the end!

What have you learned?

That sitting down and expecting a fully formed fic to just drop out of my brain and onto the screen is sadly not remotely realistic. But also that that is ok, and most other people don't have that magic ability either.

What fic did you want to do, but never made it off the ground?

I vaguely planned and started writing a tropey human au with Aziraphale and Crowley as office best mates. There was going to be a whole forest of pining. Aziraphale was dating awful Gabriel. Crowley was going to end up agreeing to go for a weekend away at a cottage with Aziraphale because awful Gabriel dumped him right before they were supposed to be going for this romantic break and he was too late to cancel it.

I'd like to pick it up again at some point.

Did you beta any fics? Any you want to shout out?

I did!

The Ecstasy of Eden by @cheeseplants

Rating: E

Wordcount: 28,303

Through the ages! Sex pollen! Pining while fucking! Angst with a steel chair out of nowhere! I love this fic, and I had a lot of fun shouting with and at Cheese throughout.

Ultra Rosa by @ukcalico

Rating: E

Wordcount: 20,226

The first fic I ever betaed and it was An Experience! We're in Rome, and Crowley enlists some assistance from his past self to help Aziraphale let go.

And All The Bitterness Of Loving by @thenerdalert

Rating: E

Wordcount: 141,315

Part of an ongoing series, Leo is writing an epic human au with secret marriage, political intrigue, gangs, and feelings galore!

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Similarly Occupied by @zin-lynn-c

Rating: E

Wordcount: 8,888

Sorry Zin, one day I'll stop bothering you about this fic. But not today.

Crowley wakes from his nineteenth-century nap to find Aziraphale in a less-than-discreet Gentleman's Club - it's exquisite, bittersweet pining while fucking and I adore it.

Social organization and adaptability in Xenoerpeton anthropoides: transference of social bonding habits and mate selection by @liquidlyrium

Rating: E

Wordcount: 106,757

Can't miss an opportunity to push the tancheen agenda! Scientist Aziraphale trips, falls, and finds himself getting much more closely acquainted with the subject of his research than he ever expected.

Talk of the Neighbourhood by Sodium_Azide

Rating: E

Wordcount: 3,378

Book Omens, with the loveliest, most accurate characterisation. Crowley overhears some interesting gossip about his and Aziraphale's relationship, and deals with it in a Totally Chill Manner. Luckily Aziraphale knows just what he needs.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

I'm hoping I can actually finish any of the increasing stack of wips...anything else is a bonus!

Who do you want to thank?

Time to be embarrassingly soppy in public...

@cheeseplants thank you for gently encouraging me (dragging me kicking and screaming) through writing my first fic, and then continuing to put up with a frankly insane amount of complaining for the last *checks notes* seven ish months. Thank you for making me cry (and also laugh) a lot, for always finding the best art, and for giving me a whole new fandom of brainrot!

@ukcalico you continue to attempt to discorporate me with smut, but still I persist. Thank you for being so convincing in telling me I should just try writing something that I did in fact go and write the bones of a story hungover on a train the following day. I look forward to the next time I can find an excuse to come and drink cocktails in a cute (and hopefully not too hot) bar, and try to discuss smut in public without using any incriminating words.

@goodomensafterdark as a whole, thank you for being the weirdest, safest, most supportive corner of the internet. A thousand kudos to everyone ❤️

Ok I'm done (thank the lord, I hear people cry)! Anyone else who fancies a go, have at it!

2024 fic roundup

Can I just create an ask game? I wanted to create a snapshot for 2024 for me, and would love to hear from others, so I’m going to interview myself like a loon.

Please join in if you want 🙂 I know we’re in Dec, so feel free to answer at the end of the month if you wish!

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens! Aziraphale/Crowley!

And I wrote one for the tiny fandom of The House in the Cerulean Sea. Linus/Arthur 4ever.

How many words have you published in 2024?

This is a tricky one. My official total is 270,737 words but three of those were collabs. So if I count the fics that only I wrote it’s 117,911. Which is still a bit mind-blowing to me, as I only started doing this Nov 2023.

What is your greatest achievement this year?

It has to probably be my first ever longfic over 50k. I set myself a goal to write something long and follow the beats of a classic romcom. And I did it! It was really me muddling through it trying to work out what the Hell I was doing. But it exists and some people even said they liked it, so I count that as a win. 

It’s called The Apple Doesn't Fall Far and it’s about Crowley inheriting a cottage from his aunt and butting heads with Aziraphale the councillor who is in charge of knocking it down. And spoiler alert? They fall in love

What are your top three fics you’ve written this year?

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far - as above! 

Rating: E 

Wordcount: 

It’s sugary sweet with enough light angst to create some nice drama. But it’s mainly cosy, low stakes, comfortable, contemporary British romance vibes. 

The Ecstasy of Eden

Rating: E

5 times they used sex pollen, and the one time they didn't Through the Ages fic. Written for the High Sex Pollen Event. It is a fun romp through the ages with some surprising angst chapters that I absolutely love. They are silly piney fools. ALSO I got art made for it!

If we were

Rating: E

In 1941 Aziraphale and Crowley imagine their life as humans.

This fic fell out of me almost fully formed. I was half asleep and began daydreaming fic (as you do) and by the time I got to my laptop, my fingers wrote it in basically a couple of hours. It is everything I love. Bittersweet, yearning, them being completely in love but unable to do anything about it, slow dancing, almost kisses and some spice!

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

The Ecstacy of Eden was a slog at times. I had written chap one and three, but it took so long for me to get chap two into shape. I couldn’t work out what the Hell I was doing. Got beta feedback where they could tell I was clearly feeling really stuck after I wrote it because it was all a bit lacklustre. 

Almost totally gave up. I had a few: I’m never writing again, what’s the point? moments.

Somehow I pushed through and made it work. 

In a lot of ways, that was probably the moment I saw my writing improve the most. BUT IT WAS A HORRIBLE SLOG. Ugh. I wanted to say this because I know we all have them and it’s good to talk about it!

What have you learned?

Honestly, how to use commas better! I can already tell my grammar has improved a lot from when I first started. I don’t rely on epithets as much. I know what semi-colons are for (thanks @fishey-me!)

I am getting better at letting fics breathe. I feel like my background in marketing and comms makes me want to write very precisely and I am slowly learning to cast that off and take time setting scenes. I also found a few tools to help me outline better. 

Romancing the Beat by Gwen Hayes

Take Off Your Pants!: Outline Your Books for Faster, Better Writing by Libbie Hawker

They’ve been invaluable in teaching me what the Hell I’m doing. My main takeaways - work out your character's flaws and work out the theme of the story. 

I also learned what sex pollen is and then wrote a 30k fic about it.

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Ugh, I have one in my drive called Crowley and Aziraphale go on holiday. I imagined it as a canon-compliant fic post S2 where they go on a sort of make-or-break holiday. I just liked the idea of Crowley being all grouchy in the sun and Aziraphale awkwardly trying to flirt over Sangria. ALSO only one bed! But it sort of sits in my drafts and I’ve not done much with it. 

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

YES. Many fics!

But I think I’ll have to give my biggest shout-out to @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon for Sins of Knowledge! I’ve help beta more than 100k of that (wow) and it’s a wild ride. Go check it out. 

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Listen I have tons and tons I’d love to recommend, but I am going to whittle it down!

First up it has to be @happynachohologram who surprised me on my birthday with not only their first ever fic, but basically one of the best South Downs retirement fics ever. I still think about it. It’s under 2k and it’s absolutely beautiful. 

The Best Part by @happynachohologram

Rating: E

Wordcount: 1,702

A throwaway comment from Aziraphale sets Crowley wondering about the best parts of retirement.

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UGH, next up @gaiaseyes451 This fic changed me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more hooked while being emotionally devastated as this fic. Mind the tags but it’s wonderful.

A Little Life by @gaiaseyes451

Rating: E

Wordcount: 71,624

When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written in the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

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Gorgeous pine-scented Crowley and one of the best premises I’ve read in a while. I know most people must have read this but if you haven’t you’re in for such a treat!

Stuck on Me by @zin-lynn-c

Rating: E

Wordcount: 56,538

After a drunken handfasting ceremony goes awry, Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves magically bound to be touching at all times. In order to set the situation to rights, they must embark on a multi-day journey to seek help from the last true witch in England.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

I think my next longfic is probably going to be a road trip with college-aged Az and Crowley. The characters keep yelling at me in my head, so I think they want to be written. So far Crowley is an activist punk who needs a lift back to London after graduation and Aziraphale is a posh boy who represents everything Crowley stands against.

Animosity to lovers my beloved!

It’s probably set in the 90s so no one has a mobile phone and Crowley can be obnoxious with a box of cassettes playing Az a bunch of bebop he pretends to hate. I have a scene of Crowley taking Aziraphale to his first gay bar in my head that I can’t get rid of, so I probably need to write it. 

Who do you want to thank?

OMG all of @goodomensafterdark for giving us a platform and being a lovely bunch of pocket pals! I want to give A BIG shoutout to @happynachohologram for letting me yell all my insecurities at you and for always screeching when I send them pictures of Crowley and Aziraphale holding hands in the South Downs. 

And to @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon for agreeing to beta my 50k longfic! Pretty sure it would never have been published if it wasn’t for you two. 

And @doonarose for organising the madness of the original CYOA!

Anyone in my tags feel free to join in. I'll tag a few more below. Tag, answer any Qs that suit and play along!

@adverbian @isiaiowin @onedappercat @angie-words @brenna

[buckrecs]

Clingy / Drunk Bucky Fic Rec

I binge read clingy & drunk bucky oneshots till 2am and now that i’m conscious i’m gonna make a list.

Clingy by @sleepypanda27

Steve and Sam bring home drunk Bucky, the reader takes care of him. It’s fluffy.

Crazy In Love by @/sleepypanda27

Bucky is in love and he doesn't care what others think about it

In Your Arms by @writemarvelousthings

goes to bed early because they're tired, but soon after comes back out of the bedroom to get their partner because they don't want to be in bed alone.

Sober Thoughts by @tropicalcap

James Barnes doesn’t get drunk, until he does.

Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

"marry me" "maybe later"

You’re way too drunk by @storiesnobodyreads

reader goes out with friends and gets a little too drunk. She calls Bucky, her boyfriend, who is overprotective and comes over to the club.

Drunk by @lifeasadorkwithnolife

You took Bucky out to a bar, seeing how you two were getting back from a tiring mission with HYDRA, and Bucky needed to loosen up.

Pudge by @buckyalpine

Bucky being absolutely adorable.

Cheeky by @/buckyalpine

Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare.

you know what rhymes with drunk? sex by @seventven

bucky comes home drunk after a night out with sam. 

Drunk Words are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky gets a little inebriated at a party and his loose lips let his secret slip.

Once Upon A Good Time by @shamevillain

Bucky wants attention so he’s going to use your biggest weakness to get it.

Drunk Buck Running Amuck by @coffee-with-bucky

Bucky is drunk and absolutely giddy with affection and you don’t know whether to thank or kill Thor

morning by @lovelybarnes

person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them + person a peppering kisses all over person b’s face

Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory

Are you drunk?

You’re not going to work by @winter-soldier-vibes

Bucky comes back from a long mission so excited to see you. Little does he know, you have a full schedule that day. At least, you planned to. No way is he going to wait any longer. 

Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

Fluff with drunk Bucky

Waking Up in Vegas by @wxntersoldiers

a weekend in sin city can change everything. 

fuck it by @mellowswriting

Thanks to a little Asgardian liquor, Bucky gets drunk for the first time in almost eighty years. He’s more than willing to engage in a little drunken shenanigans with you. 

I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

During an after party at the Tower, you’re introduced to a new side of your best friend: Drunk Bucky. And Drunk Bucky has it bad for you. Really, really bad.

drunk off you by @cunaeparker

asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy.

Gone with the mead by @writingsoftheloser

There’s a limbo between confessing one’s feelings and the use of ‘I love you’ that’s filled with amazing, strange and sometimes insecure things. Or the one where Bucky Barnes underestimated Asgardian mead.

Guy’s Night by @teamcap4bucky

You used to think that Hydra missions were your worst nightmare. Then the boys started having “Guys Night,” and you realized just how wrong you were. Nothing ever good comes from this night...or does it?

drunken proposals by @bluehourbucky

too much alcohol leads to proposals

Imagine by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Imagine Bucky being drunk.

Day Off by @softlyspector

Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read. (Bucky is a giant dog who needs a lot of attention)

[jamiesfootball]

🌈 ALSO something soft as hell from secret nap club pleaaaase owo

He looked like one of those pampered Instagram cats that people dressed up like they were having a spa day. Face goop, eye mask, plush dressing gown, a glass of ice water with a fat lemon slice floating in it, and—

“What the hell is that?”

Jamie followed his gaze down to his arms and smirked.

“What, this?” Jamie asked, adopting the tone of someone who’d brought their prized poodle around to brunch. He wiggled his eye mask the rest of the way off his face, sliding it over his hair like a makeshift hair band. “You weren’t here; I needed something to hold onto to get me to sleep.”

“Is that a football?”

“Yeah,” Jamie grinned. He held the plushie out for inspection. “Mint, innit? One of my fans sent it to me.”

Roy accepted the stuffed football, twisting it around in his hands. It was soft as a baby toy, and sized to regulation, although the skinny arms and legs sticking out of it would probably make it hard to get a decent spin on it. Stitched on the front were two small circles for eyes and a perfect half parentheses smile, something so simple a kid could’ve drawn it on, blissfully serene and ignorant of things like transfer windows and Financial Fair Play regulations. It certainly appeared more well rested than Roy.

Jamie waited expectantly for Roy to praise his excellent choice in plushies.

“Huh,” Roy huffed.

Jamie bristled indignantly. “‘Huh?’ That’s it?”

He made to grab the ball back and squawked in protest when Roy briefly held it up out of his reach before letting him snatched it back. Jamie clutched the toy protectively to his chest.

“Nothing else to add to that? No remarks ‘bout me being too old to sleep with stuffed toys?”

That would be hypocritical of him. “It just means ‘huh.’ I figured if anything, you’d have one of those stupid stuffed sharks from IKEA that everyone won’t shut up about.”

Jamie sat up in bed like a primped-up vampire rising from his coffin. He asked urgently, “What stuffed shark from IKEA?”

Sensing that the remainder of his day was about to be hijacked for something stupid, Roy disappeared into the bathroom. He at least deserved a chance to rinse off the stench of contract negotiations first.

Approximately thirty seconds later, a body thudded against the door. The doorknob rattled, followed by a whine when it didn’t open. “Roy! We need to go to IKEA.”

[hiraya-rawr]

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You're his guardian angel // old fic // Diluc, Albedo, Gorou

The kiss cam lands on you two // shorts // Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, Thoma

You make a suspicious dish // shorts // Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma

Made with Love Dish // shorts // Diluc, Thoma, Childe

You're a zombie-like Qiqi // shorts // Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma

"I'm leaving you" text // smau // Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Aether, Thoma, Scara

Everything feels new // Elemental Reactions // SAGAU fic // the creator takes on a physical form for the first time

On Screen 1// SAGAU brainrot // conversations beyond the screen

Xiao & Zhongli | 1 Aftermath // SAGAU fic // imposter AU where Xiao helps you

Looking for your favorites // SAGAU shorts // (Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli) | (Kazuha, Diluc) | (Wanderer, Scaramouche, Chongyun, Aether, Razor)

A simp in SAGAU // short // you're a simp

DILUC

I love you so // two // three // four // extra // extra // angst fic // neglected, sickly wife trope and a man who doesn't know how to show his love

Secret Valentines // SAGAU imposter AU fic // he hides you

Family Agenda 01 // 02 // fic // read more on the series masterlist // having 9 kids with him

Sly Villain // old fic // you're a harbinger and the darknight hero caught your interest

With a blind s/o // old hcs // He's super rich and overprotective // hcs

You're the "girl best friend" // old hcs // did he lose his chance or was there ever a chance at all?

Torture // mature fic // he gets tortured and comes home to you

Friends don't do the things we do // fic // you patch up the darknight hero

Drunk Creator SAGAU

Housewife (SAGAU)

Beloved sickly wife

Triplets // Triplets (2)

ZHONGLI

Call me by my name // SAGAU fic // creator!reader is lonely, surely a god must understand?

Age Gap // drabble // you confess but there's a problem

Star crossed lovers // fic // right person, wrong time until it's finally right // god!reader

Arrival // SAGAU brainrot // Zhongli doesn't know you're the creator

Faint memories // fic // Zombie!Reader

Aging // growing old with you

Sneeze // chat short

XIAO

My Alatus // SAGAU fic // to spoil and comfort him

You and me against the world but the world won // mature fic // my take on his tragic backstory

I'd rather die with you than live a life without you // fic // you're too in love to let him go alone

Alatus // short concept

THOMA

Lap naps // SAGAU drabble

First Crush // (ft. ayato's big brother energy) // brainrot on little Kamisato reader

AYATO

Nobleman's Fiancée // (ft. Diluc) brainrot

First Crush // (ft. Traveler) // Kamisato sibling brainrot

To Rest // brainrot on meeting ayato early + lap naps

GOROU

Mean // Cat!Reader // main inspo for all my gorou works

Cats & Dogs // (ft. Kazuha) the meeting and dynamic

Heats & Distractions // distracting you from your heat

KAEYA

Young Kaeya // drabble for Kaeya Ragnvindr

OTHERS

Serenitea Pot Club // Geo, Pyro, Hydro // Electro, Cryo HCs

Execution (SAGAU)

Modern Acting AU HCs // part two // Diluc solo HCs

Dawn winery chef MC

Vision Discrimination (Pyro & Anemo Edition)

Friendship Level (SAGAU) 🤍

Archons + Dainsleif Reverse SAGAU

Adelinde & Elzer (Diluc & Kaeya fallout)

Diluc prompts // old work

Typhoon Season

Genshin Orphanage Adoption List

Rural Beach Life

School HCs - Liyue Edition // old work

Found Family - Zhongli &Xiao // old work

[thebettybook]

In a relationship plz 🙏💕

Hi, anon! Thank you for your request :)

🍓: Last fic for my event!! :D It was my first time writing requests and I found it a bit challenging but also fun 💖.

Update/important note 4/22/23: MC!reader is gender neutral in all of the posts for this event

🍓: Here’s the masterlist to my event for those who may want to read the fics/check the fics out.

14. ❛ I knew you would be here. ❜

24. ❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜

F. Leona picks you up after class

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🍂 “I knew you would be here,” you teased, peeking outside the doorway of your last class of the day, Animal Languages. Everyone in your class, including Grim, had already left, but you stayed behind for a few minutes since Leona texted you that he’d come pick you up.

🍂 Leona leaned against the wall next to the doorway with his arms crossed, all casual-like as if he just happened to be there.

🍂 “It wounds me that you’d think I wouldn’t show up on time, herbivore,” Leona shot you his smug, easy-going grin, which grew into a genuine grin at the sight of you. “How was class?”

🍂 “Superrrrr boring,” you groaned as you walked out from your classroom. You took his hand and the two of you walked through the bustling hallway filled with students chatting about their weekend plans. “Professor Trein sure gets really passionate about cat languages. He spent the entire class time talking about that instead of the other animal languages we were supposed to learn. How was the dorm Magift practice?”

🍂 You noticed that Leona wore a thick brown coat over his short-sleeved marigold PE uniform shirt and black track pants. Strands of his dark-brown mane escaped from his loose ponytail and the side of his neck glistened with sweat. He must’ve come to pick you up straight after the practice, and the thought of that warmed your heart even more.

🍂 “Good, we made progress today,” Leona yawned, exhausted from the hardcore practice. Magift was a big deal to him, and the fact that his Savanaclaw members were improving was a testament to the members’ hard work and his leadership. “Though we still have a long way to go if we wanna win next year’s interdorm tournament.”

🍂 You used your free hand to wave back at fellow students who spotted you and Leona. “I bet you will. Are we going back to my dorm or your dorm?”

🍂 “Let’s go somewhere, just you and me,” Leona brought your hand holding his into his brown coat pocket to keep your hand warm as the two of you stepped out of the building. “The Botanical Garden’s closer and I need a nap.”

🍂 “Ok,” you gave his fingers a loving squeeze, to which he reciprocated with a gentle squeeze of his own.

🍂 A few minutes later, you and Leona stepped through the glass doors of the Botanical Garden. You felt transported back in time as you noticed that the current flowers and green plants in the garden retained the same colors and shapes despite the fall season, thanks to the NRC botanists and Science Club members.

🍂 Outside the glass dome of the Botanical Garden, the campus’s barren charcoal trees with barely-there orange and amber leaves of fall stood tall, contrasting the abundant plant life in the Botanical Garden.

🍂 Leona led you over to his secret spot just behind the giant viridian bushes. In a matter of seconds, the lion beastman already had his arms folded behind his head as he rested comfortably onto the soft grass.

🍂 “I didn’t realize how much I missed seeing the plants here until now,” Leona hummed, inhaling the familiar earthy scent of soil and the lighter floral scents of the flowers around the two of you.

🍂 You laid down next to Leona. His dark-brown bangs, still beaded with drops of sweat from practice earlier, fell over his eyes and clung to his forehead. You brought your hand up to brush the strands away from his forehead and eyes.

🍂 “Now that you mention it, we haven’t been here in a while,” you realized how the fall season kept you and Leona busy with schoolwork and individual extracurriculars.

🍂 The dropping temperatures of autumn and the occasional rainfalls in recent weeks which signified an incoming change to winter also kept you and Leona indoors more, so there weren’t many chances to visit the Botanical Garden as much as the two of you did during spring and summer.

🍂 “We haven’t gone anywhere outside of school lately,” Leona mused, wrapping an arm around your waist as you rested your head on his chest.

🍂 You sighed in content, hearing his heart’s steady beats and the gentle vibrations of his breathing that rumbled through his chest. With the peacefulness of it all, Leona closed his eyes to take a nap. “We should go out for dinner tonight,” you suggested.

🍂 “It’s freezin’ outside,” Leona cracked an emerald eye open, grimacing at the thought of going out in the cold weather.

🍂 “You’re right,” you twirled a strand of Leona’s mane with your finger. “Maybe we should stay in at Savanaclaw tonight. Order a pizza?”

🍂 “Sounds good to me,” Leona mumbled, planting a kiss onto the top of your head. “Half Meat Lover’s for me, half (your favorite pizza topping) for you?”

🍂 “You got it,” you reached up to kiss the tip of his nose. You then shifted off of Leona to lay parallel next to him on the grass. “I can’t wait for spring to come so that we can travel to more places.”

🍂 “What places do ya have in mind?” Leona inquired as the two of you tipped your eyes and chins up to watch the burnt-orange and lavender sunset turning into a ebony-purple sky outside the Botanical Garden’s transparent glass dome.

🍂 “I really want to go to that famous restaurant at Port Jubilee known for its gumbo and beignets,” your eyes sparkled at the thought of getting to travel more throughout Twisted Wonderland with Leona. “And then there’s the floating lanterns festival in that small kingdom in the Land of Pyroxene…”

🍂 Leona listened as you continued to list all the places you wanted to travel to with him. His eyes shifted from the sunset to focus on your starry eyes. Leona imagined all the sights the two of you would see in your future travels together, and how your eyes would sparkle even more at the new places the two of you had yet to explore.

🍂 He might call himself cheesy for it, but Leona loved seeing the world through your eyes. Maybe it was because you came from an entirely different world, but Twisted Wonderland seemed brighter, more beautiful—as if touched by your light—whenever you were by his side.

🍂 “…Leona?” your voice brought Leona out of his thoughts. Your eyes were now staring back into his. “Are you ok?”

🍂 “You looked so cute talking about the places you want us to visit together,” Leona smirked, still gazing at you. “I couldn’t help but stare.”

🍂 “Oh, you,” your cheeks warmed. Leona always knew how to make you flustered, even more so when you knew he was telling the truth. “Is there any place where you want to go, Leona?”

🍂 As a prince, Leona travelled to many countries in Twisted Wonderland for diplomatic or celebratory events with his family ever since he was a cub. However, there were still places throughout Twisted Wonderland Leona had yet to explore, and he wanted to explore them with you.

🍂 “Haven’t been to Port Jubilee yet, and I do want to check out that restaurant you were talking about,” Leona winked at you. “There’s also this city I haven’t been to yet known for their cutting-edge technology. Did ya know that they have marshmallow-like robots programmed to act as caretakers?”

🍂 “We should definitely go to the Port Jubilee restaurant for a special dinner someday soon,” you rested your head against the crook of Leona’s neck as his tail snaked around your leg. “That city you mentioned also sounds really cool. ‘Marshmallow-like robots programmed to act as caretakers,’ those sound so cute and efficient at the same time.”

🍂 You and Leona continued to lay on the grass in the Botanical Garden, surrounded by the abundant greenery as the two of you planned out your travels together for next year’s spring and summer.

🍂 Above you and Leona, a flock of birds traveling in a v-shape dotted the sky as they got a head start on their “vacation” to warmer places.

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Little notes:

- The “city known for their cutting-edge technology” that has “marshmallow-like robots programmed to act as caretakers” is a reference I made to San Fransokyo and Baymax from Big Hero 6 hehe

- I also made references to Tiana’s restaurant “Tiana’s Palace” from The Princess and The Frog and the kingdom of Corona from Tangled ;)

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[nobody7102]

Unless You Mean It

Warnings: ANGST(sorry not sorry), kind of NWH spoilers but... weirdly not?

Pairing: Andrew/tasm Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: This is an Andrew/tasm Peter fic however this world is essentially if all three of Peter's worlds merged together into one. Peter and Y/N are also college seniors for age reference

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Part 2

As Peter Parker's best friend and roommate there are three rules Y/N made and follows in order to keep him and herself safe.

1. As the only friend who knows Peter’s secret, Y/N never interferes unless Peter asks: Ever since Gwen died Peter had been very pick and choose with who he shared his hobby with, out of all of the people he’s gotten to know being in college Y/N is the only person who knows he’s Spider-Man and helps Peter when he asks.

2. Make sure Peter takes care of himself and makes time for non-vigilante related activities: When Gwen died Peter threw himself into being Spider-Man. No breaks. No worries for himself. Aunt May even asked Y/N to stay with them at the house before Peter and Y/N had gotten their apartment to make sure he wasn’t alone. It is Y/N’s job to make sure that he gives himself proper care after patrol, check up on him when May asks, take him out when he’s been in the house too much, and make sure he pulls his punches.

3. Don’t let Peter know Y/N likes him: Originally rule three was “Don’t fall for Peter” but she had to change that a month after first meeting Peter and Gwen the summer before all of them where supposed to start College.

When Y/N had met Peter and Gwen they were in their ‘Firends’ phase but after Peter learned about Oxford Y/N quickly realized from talking with Peter that he still shared feelings for Gwen. She wasn’t there when Gwen died but she heard about it from Peter, she saw how it weighed harder on him than it should have that summer… almost like he was responsible for it in a way.

Gwen died a year before Y/N learned that Peter was Spider-Man. Peter, Gwen, and Y/N had all met at the summer Mixer for incoming Freshmen at NYU and over their time of knowing each other somehow managed to agree to be apartment roommates when the school year started. Which is how Y/N initially learned of Peter’s night time activities.

She was pulling an all nighter in the kitchen of their apartment when Peter had crawled into the living room via the fire escape, and boy did that scare the crap out of Y/N who was running off of naps and coffee at the time.

And so after Peter had explained himself Y/N established a Spider-Man rule for herself a few months later (Although Y/N never told Peter about these rules).

These are the rules she followed and these are what have kept everyone safe since Freshman year so, no reason to worry right?

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“Maybe we shouldn’t have pre-gamed the party” Y/N laughed watching as Peter drove. “And maybe we should have taken my car” She glanced around at the messy exterior of Peter’s Mini Van. Something he bought halfway through Sophomore year for extra storage, but now he mostly used it to make commuting between patrols easier, plus it was as he called it “His lab on wheels”.

Taking a hand off the steering wheel he lightly smacked Y/N’s leg smiling, “Hey don’t diss the van” he chuckled “And you were the one who pre-gamed not me, so if you get sick at some point do it before the party.” he shook his head “We’ve got a reputation Y/N, what's it gonna look like to the Freshman and other clubs if the a Senior and Vice President of the Science Rally can’t hold her drinks?” he joked.

“Maybe they’ll think, oh she was cool and pregamed” she laughed before looking at the surroundings they drove by “Pete are you sure this is the way to the party? Maybe Peter sent you the wrong address?”

Looking at his surroundings then to the GPS screen of the van he hummed before putting on his blinker and pulling over to the side of the road, “It should be right” grabbing his phone from the cupholder he unlocked it and opened his messages scrolling through a chat. “Peter said this alumni party is always at the same place… he, other Peter, Hallie and Lauren sent us the same address….” he looked back to the GPS “I am so fucking stupid…” he turned to Y/N as he cleared the previous address from the screen “I typed it in wrong”

Letting out a snorted laugh Y/N leaned forward in her seat as a hand covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. “Wow” she hummed.

Peter just smiled as he tried to type in the new address. Resting her head on her hand Y/N didn’t know what it was: maybe it was the way Peter bit his tongue when he was trying to focus or the half box of Franzia talking but something just captivated her to watch Peter a bit more than normal in this moment.

Adjusting the screen Peter let out a successful “ha” before looking back down to compare the address he put in “We’re only 3 blocks away from the hotel”

Tilting her head slightly Y/N continued to watch Peter for a few seconds before speaking “Can I try something?”

He looks up from his phone and smiles “Sure.”

Quickly before doubt could creep in, and before Peter could pick up the racing of her heart beat Y/N leaned over to him, placing a hand on his jaw and closing her eyes.

Eye’s widening, Peter froze for a moment realizing what Y/N was doing. A few seconds before their lips met Peter pulled away from her reach causing Y/N to open her eyes.

Wishing she had kept her eye’s closed she was met with furrowed brows and an apologetic look upon Peter’s face.

“I’m sorry” Y/N quickly blurted out now fully sobered up “That was weird…we can just…” her voice strained a bit, enough for Peter to hear it “We can pretend that didn-”

“Y/N” Peter started but before he could continue Y/N quickly gathered her things and hopped out of the Van repeating the words “I’m sorry” as she left. Quickening her pace she heard Peter call out for her as she walked down the road, before hearing the stall of the Van as she assumed Peter tried to follow her.

At some point Y/N had walked far enough to be mixed in with the crowds of New York, unable to hear Peter as he looked for her. Peter somehow found her in the crowd, she could feel it. The way she felt his eyes on her form as she dogged him, as somehow she was fast enough to stay ahead of him. By how much she stayed ahead of him she couldn’t tell.

Pulling up the address on her own phone Y/N eventually made her way to the hotel with red and watery eyes, full of sorrow that had somehow not spilled over onto her cheeks. Quickly pulling open the door, Y/N prayed silently as she tried to blend in with the crowds of college kids, hoping that Peter wouldn’t see her as she started to search for her friends.

By some miracle after checking the busy ballroom for the second time she came across the very two people she was searching for. Wrapping her arms around herself as she entered onto the dance floor she made her way over to Hallie and Lauren, grabbing both of them by the arm and leading them off of the dance floor.

The smile that had previously occupied Hallie’s face vanished as she took in Y/N’s state “Where’s Peter?” she questioned “I thought the two of you were coming together?” With that a few stray tears made their way from Y/N’s eyes to her cheeks.

“I kissed him!” she shouted over the music.

“What?” Hallie’s eyes widen, asking in surprise,

“You are so fucking stupid” Lauren cuts in causing Hallie to hit her arm. “What, that was the one and only rule she made for herself when she told us about Peter and she broke it.” Lauren justified.

“She’s had a few drinks” Hallie turned back to Y/N, watching as more tears slipped down her cheeks as she shook her head.

“No she’s right” Y/N brought her hand up to clear away the tears. “I went to kiss him… and just before our lips touched he pulled away” she cried “His face… I fucked up, the one rule I dead set no exception for and I fucked it up”

“You know what, fuck him” Hallie placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and squeezed it gentle.

“Yeah” Lauren agreed “Yeah we can’t fully commit to that till graduation because he’s still our president but fuck him” she continued, “You know what you need?” she asked rhetorically “Shots!” grabbing Y/N’s hand she led her and Hallie over to the bar as Y/N laughed sadly.

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She couldn’t tell how much time had passed since her first shot nor how many she’d had. Y/N wasn’t drunk. Definitely not drunk, just back to the tipsy state she was in before she had tried to kiss Peter. Her feet carried her in a rhythm as she closed her eyes, letting the flow of the music whisk her away.

That is until she felt a set of hands on her shoulders, thinking it was Hallie or Lauren she turned with a smile on her face that quickly fell when she realized Peter had finally found her.

“Can we talk? Preferable somewhere quiet?” he yelled over the music and a pit of dread formed in Y/N’s stomach. Looking around at the party she eventually agreed and followed Peter out of the ballroom and into an empty meeting room.

Upon entering the room Peter stood with his back towards Y/N as he was over by the table in the middle of the room, while Y/N leaned against the wall next to the door. She watched as Peter ran his hands through his hair and down his face before he turned to her

“Y/N…” he started “You are amazing, you always have been and you always will be. Someday someone is gonna be-”

She stopped him before he could go one “I am a good fucking person. I do everything I can… and I try and try. So why is it whenever I fall for someone they never feel the same” she stared at him dead on, never breaking eye contact as she spoke, tears once again making their way from her eyes to the rest of her face. “Tell me why Peter? Why can I love everyone, why can I love and give love so much but no one ever loves me? How is that fair?”

Before the two could continue any more the door opened to reveal Lauren looking between the two before she speaks. “There you are. Someone said you came in here… Hallie’s shoe broke she already went up to our room, I wanted to know if you wanted to come with?.”

Y/N nodded still keeping eye contact with Peter “Yeah, okay” finally turning from him Lauren’s arm wrapped around Y/N frame as they walked out of the room, Lauren silently asking if Y/N was okay.

As the two left the room and walked into the lobby of the hotel, Y/N made eye contact with two familiar faces as they passed to the elevator before they could approach Y/N about her current state.

Turning to each other Peter 2 and Peter 1 shared a look of concern before starting to look for Peter 3, eventually finding him in the meeting room.

“What the hell happened, is Y/N okay she looked like she’d just watched someone die?” Peter 1 started as he entered the room.

Pacing around the room Peter 3 refused to make eye contact with his brothers for a few moments before he spoke “I fucked up… Y/N went to kiss me and I panicked.”

Furrowing his brows Peter 2 pushed on the subject “What do you mean panicked?”

Taking a long pause before he spoke Peter 3 cleared his throat “I pulled away from her… just before she actually kissed me…”

“Dude!” Peter 1 yelled “Even I know not to do that and I haven’t been around the block as much as you have” he looked sympathetic to his older brother.

Peter 2 quickly walked over to Peter 3 placing a hand on his shoulder “This is what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna go to the room she’s staying in, find Hallie or Lauren and beg them to let you talk to Y/N because they are not gonna be happy, you are gonna beg to talk to Y/N. then when they finally agree to let you see here, you are gonna beg Y/N for forgiveness” Peter 2 started to lead the three of them out of the room.

“What if they don’t let me see her?” Peter 3 questioned.

“Trust me at some point they’ll let you talk to her.” Peter 2 reassured him.

“But what if that doesn’t work” Peter 3 continued.

Peter 1 placed his hand on Peter 3’s other shoulder “Then you make a very big fool of yourself in public” he responded “you do that, it peaks her interest and she asks you why you did it” Peter 1 patted his shoulder.

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In the hotel room the makeup of the night had been wiped away and comfier clothing made its way onto the occupants of the room.

“I am so fucking dumb” Y/N mumbled from the pillow her face was buried in as she lazily tried to sober up.

“You’ve got to stop saying that'' Lauren threw a spare pillow at Y/N “It was fine when you first told us and when I called you it but now its just not the right time.” she walked over to Y/N sitting next to her on the bed “Make another rule for yourself and then break it, then and only then can you start saying that again”

After a few minutes of silence everyone’s attention was drawn to the door as a few hastened knocks echoed in the room. Standing from her chair Hallie made her way over to the door looking between the door and Y/N before glancing through the peep hole to see Peter standing on the other side of the door.

Shaking her head she cracked the door open and slipped into the hallway before Lauren or Y/N could say or ask anything.

“Hallie please you have to let me talk to Y-”

“You don’t get to say her name.” she cut him off “Not right now, so you listen to me Parker” she moved them away from the door incase Y/N or Lauren was listening “Y/N has liked you for years and the only reason she didn’t say anything was because she was a good friend to Gwen, but she had always liked you. So if you don’t like her, why do you always stare at her for longer that she stares at you after you make eye contact with each other? Why do you ghost over her hand when we all study together and why does your Aunt always nudge you too together when we all come over for dinner?” she raised her hand and pointed at him accusingly “You Peter Parker are an ass and as Y/N’s best friend I should kick your ass which is a lot nicer that what Lauren would do if it were her standing out here.”

Nodding in understanding, all Peter could do was nod before he spoke “ please Hallie… please can I just talk to Y/N?”

Hallie backed away from Peter, watching him as her hand reached behind her to open the door before quickly making her way in and closing it, she turned to Y/N.

“Its Peter, and he wants to talk to you”

Lauren’s head snapped to Y/N who lifted her face up from the pillow “You aren’t thinking of talking to him are you?”

“I kind of have to..” she started sitting up from her spot on the bed. “ I kind of think that I’ve absolutely ruined our friendship… not to mention a whole can of other worms…” Letting out a sign, Y/N made her way over to the door and she heard Lauren whisper yell.

“Don’t let him fuck with you or your feelings!”

Y/N nodded, keeping Lauren’s words in her mind before she opened the door and crept into the hallway.

Peter looked up from the floor opening his mouth to say something but stopped himself. The two stood in silence for a few moments before he started again taking a few steps .

“I was stupid…. I was really stupid” he repeated “And I am sorry that I am so stupid and that I probably always will be stupid but…:” he leaned into Y/N but she raised her hand, holding it up between the two of them as his head tilted to the side

“Don’t kiss me unless you mean it and plan on doing it again in my lifetime.” She stepped back from him, her eyes casted to the ground not looking up once before she reentered the room, letting her back rest against the door as her eyes started to water once again as she sank down to the floor.

Unknown to her Peter had minced her actions.

The two unknowingly stayed like that for a few moments before they both signed sadly

“Fuck…”

[the-real-eminem]

Can you PLEASE write some x reader headcanons for midosuji or just some of your personal ones

I’m dying from lack of him everywhere 💀

HEHEHEH OMG OFC THIS FANDOM HAS LITTLE TO NO MIDOUSUJI X READER FICS 💔💔💔💔 these aren't nsfw and more sweet so sowwy if that's not what ur looking 4 hehe

-can probably spend hours looking at his partner, doing whatever. people from the outside looking in would probably think of it as creepy, but it's a secret love language for him

-I have a headcanon that he has trouble sleeping at night, and most of his sleep comes from half hour naps throughout the day. having someone besides him while he sleeps is definitely somthing he had to get used to, but after he was used to it, he started sleeping better.

-he knows people think he's scary, but it's very important to him that you don't. he wants you to be comfortable around him.

-he doesn't like to be touched, but he has a few exceptions for you. brushing his hair back makes him drowsy , and he loves it even though he'd rather die than say it.

contrary to popular belief (Or rather hc) , he likes handholding. it isn't too touchy , and he likes to know your there, and that he can get your attention just by squeezing your hand.

-small acts of kindness (ik ik) is his actual love language. if you have a hair in your face, he'll tuck it behind your ear for you. if your cold he'll wrap his arms around. just small things that may seem insignificant, but he wouldn't just do that for anyone you know.

-his kisses are almost never on the lips. but when your just relaxing together he'll kiss your temple or your forehead or cheek.

- you will be taken to his races. you'll ride with him to and his team to the inter high, in the club or not.

-sleeps with his head on your chest. he likes to hear your heart beat, and it even helps him sleep and reminds him your there.

-(POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4) in season four, his mom told him (probably in different wording) "hold anything important to you gently". and while that was in the context of a race, it applies to you too. all his touches are gentle and when he holds you, he treats you almost like your a firefly he's trying desperately not to crush.

- his manner of speech doesn't change with you. when not at your or his home , he talks practically the same, though he does make sure never to intentionally insult you (which is probably hard for him, since that's most his vocabulary).

sry these kinda suck I'll try and think of better ones some other time hehe

[capaimagines]

park seonghwa - perfect to me

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: reader suffers from insecurities on a daily | WC: 1.3k

Request: Can I request a seonghwa fic? Something angsty where you suffer with your insecurities on a daily basis

Dating an idol was no easy task. Firstly you had to keep it a secret because if the fans found out, it could ruin everything for his career as well as yourself. Seeing him dancing with other idols or interacting with other female idols would always bring your insecurities to the forefront of your brain. They were just so pretty and perfect that you couldn’t wrap your head around why Seonghwa wanted to stay with you. Why he would come home to you every night or why he would find two minutes of silence to call you. You were just an average human being. You had plain brown hair, boring brown eyes, followed by some acne scars and you weren’t the skinniest in your eyes. You had some curves to you which was a constant bother for you.

You weren’t into the latest fashion trends and much preferred leggings and oversized sweaters than skirts or dresses or heels. You didn’t have a cool job like he did and you didn’t travel the world like he had. You liked to stay in and read a good book or watch romance movies rather than go out to clubs to party.

Also, you couldn’t sing or dance, which was his whole life. You appreciated music and you listened to it, but you weren’t as into as he was. You couldn’t produce songs or write snazzy lyrics, you much preferred to nap and keep to yourself rather than going out and interacting with people. There was just no good in you that you could see that would keep Seonghwa around.

One thing though was that you never mentioned and talked to him about it because part of you felt like you were being crazy for thinking that way. A little part of you knew there must be something he saw in you to keep you around, but it was getting harder and harder as the days went by. Especially when he was busy and would come home at late hours of the night, if he came home at all. You wouldn’t blame him for looking elsewhere; you didn’t think you had much to offer.

Seonghwa loved you dearly, he always had. He knew something was going on because you were quieter and shied away more when he would try to hold you or kiss you. He hoped you would come to him and talk to him, but it was clear that you weren’t. He was a patient man, but the more depressed he saw you become, the less patient he became. You came home from work one day with a sigh. You were just tired today for no apparent reason and your insecurities were at an all time high. Seonghwa had told you he was going to be staying late for some extra practice and a tiny part of you thought he was going to see someone else. Someone better than you. Someone he actually deserved to be with and show off.

You were surprised to see him sitting on the couch, patiently awaiting your arrival, “You’re home?” You questioned as he stood up and he nodded.  

“I am. I thought we could talk,”  Your anxiety spiked and your hands started to tremble slightly. This was it; he was going to break it off with you. He didn’t want to be with you anymore.  

“Oh, O-okay,” You stuttered out, averting your gaze to the floor and going to sit on the opposite end of the couch.

“Why are you sitting all the way over there?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side.  

“You’re breaking up with me aren’t you?” You blurted out your question without thinking about it. He looked at you in complete surprise, his mouth falling open.  

“W-what are you talking about?” He asked nervously.

You felt your eyes burn with tears and you cleared your throat, “It’s okay. I understand.”

Seonghwa was so confused and he very much didn’t understand why you thought he was breaking up with you, “Y/N,” He said, moving closer to you, “I’m not breaking up with you.”

You looked up at him anxiously with glossy eyes, “Y-you aren’t?”

He shook his head at you, “Why would I? I’d be the most idiotic man alive to do that,” You didn’t say anything, looking back down at your hands, “Why would think that, love?” He asked quietly and then word vomit happened. You started spilling everything that had been filling your head the past month.

How he couldn’t show you off, how you weren’t as pretty as some of his friends, or how you didn’t have the perfect body and didn’t follow all the things he was into. How you believed you were boring and average while he had more friends that were more outgoing and had looks off the charts. To top it off, how he had to keep you a secret and that was probably burdensome to him. It all just kept spilling out along with the tears in your eyes.

“Baby,” Seonghwa said quietly, grabbing your hands, “Is that what you truly think?” You only nodded once and he sighed, pulling you onto his lap and pressing your cheek to his chest, “It’s not burdensome for me to be with you. I only haven’t asked about going public because I didn’t think you wanted to. I want you to be comfortable with the attention you’ll get.”

“Besides, you’re not average, angel,” He continued, “You’re perfect to me. In my eyes, you’re everything I’ve been looking for. My missing puzzle piece. Remember these?” He pulled a chain out from under his shirt and your eyes widened a little seeing the small metal puzzle piece hanging from it. You two had bought matching necklaces a few months after dating. Two puzzle pieces that fit together evenly.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you, baby. I love you everything about you more than anything.  I love you. I love staying in and hearing you tell me about the book you're reading. Or how emotional you get when you watch sappy love dramas. I love lazing around the house in comfy clothes and just cuddling and teasing each other.”

You were silent, sniffling here and there. How had you let your insecurities eat you up so much? This man was head over heels for you and for whatever reason, you couldn’t see that before. But now it was clear. He was looking at you with so much love and adoration you knew he wasn’t just saying those things to make you feel better. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek and kissed your forehead, “I love you; that’s never changed and it’s never going to,” He exclaimed, staring straight into your eyes.

“I can see our whole lives together when I stare into your eyes,” He murmured and then sent a warmth to your chest you hadn’t felt in a while. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder.  

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled into his shirt. 

He chuckled a little, rubbing your back, “Don’t be sorry, dove. Everyone goes through bouts of insecurities. Talk to me next time, okay? I’ll remind you of how much I love you each time.”

You pulled back and smiled at him, pecking his lips. He smiled at you, tucking a strand of stray hair that had fallen out of your bun behind your ear, “Now why don’t you go take a bath and change and I’ll run and pick up your favorite food for dinner,” That sounded nice to you so, you climbed off his lap and walked towards the bathroom. He grabbed your wrist before he left, kissing you passionately and leaving you breathless.  

“I love you. Okay? Please remember that. Come to me when you feel low,” he murmured again. You hummed in acknowledgement as you smiled at him.

“I love you too, more than anything.”