#he better make some dolphin friends

[mj-thrush-gxn]

your honor.

i love lark.

[ask-mark-stuff]

If you could be an animal, what animal would each of you choose?

I want to be a bunny! They're so cute!

I agree, Mark! Bunnies are adorable :)

(A few moments later)

It's dinner time!

(Billy hands Mark a plate of a single piece of carrot)

I don't...like carrots. Can we eat something else?

No silly, you wanted to be a bunny. Bunnies love carrots :)

But-

Go on Mark, eat it.

(Mark sadly eats the carrot)

...

I would choose to be a wolf! They're caring, intelligent, playful and friendly! :)

[windor-truffle]

a compilation of Asbel canonically being an angsty little bitch:

[stop-talking]

You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 4)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

2.4k words + 300 word epilogue

Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, comfort, happy ending.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Mike sits at his kitchen table, trying not to nod off into his cereal. Today is a quiet day. A lazy day. His one day off.

Except, not really. There's always work to be done. He just has to figure out what today's work would be. He's caught up on laundry and dishes, the house isn't too much of a mess... Hm. Maybe he should finally fix the dripping pipe in the bathroom. Or the living room window that's been stuck for years. Or one of the million other things wrong with his house.

He sighs and goes to take a bite of his cereal, only to realize he forgot the milk. Damn it. When he opens the fridge, he stands face to face with a little blue dolphin stuffed animal. Right... Abby's still testing him. He leaves it alone, she'll see it when she gets home from school and assume her "spell" still works. Pfft.

Mike nearly drops the milk mid-pour when he hears the phone ring.

*click.*

"Hello?" He mumbles groggily, a little annoyed to have his morning brooding interrupted.

"Hey, Mike? You free at all today?"

He immediately perks up at the sound of your voice. It's been two days since he last saw you, and he honestly wasn't sure if you'd ever speak to him again.

"Yeah, uh... It's my day off, actually."

"Good. I'm using that 2nd favor."

Mike's heart races. If this favor is going to be anything like the last one, he was definitely up for it.

"Oh? Missing me already, sweetheart?"

"As if. I need you to build me a shelf."

A shelf? Well, that was unexpected. Hm. Better than nothing.

"What, like build it from scratch? Are you expecting me to buy the boards, or-"

"No. I have all the pieces. It just needs to be assembled."

"You can't assemble a shelf?" Mike scoffs, but secretly he's pleased. Sounds like you just want an excuse to have him over.

"Mike. You know I'm no good with tools."

No, he didn't know that actually. Liar. You definitely just wanted to see him again. God, he felt giddy.

"Mhm. Sure."

"Just get your ass over here, Schmidt."

"Woah, what's with the attitude, Princess? I'm here to help." He can't help but let some smugness seep into his tone. Okay, more than some. He's a cocky bastard and he knows it.

"I've been working on the damn thing all morning. Almost three hours now. Not in the mood, jackass."

Shit. You sounded sincere. And really pissed off. Then again, what kind of a shelf took three hours to assemble? The fuck was it? A jigsaw puzzle?

"Alright, alright. I'll be over soon. See ya."

Mike slumps against the counter as you grumble something incoherent and slam the phone down. Damn, what is he getting himself into this time?

Only one way to find out.

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When Mike finally arrives at your apartment half an hour later, he feels a bit silly. He put on a nice shirt and trousers to come see you, and here you are in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Figures.

"Call for a handyman?" He greets you with a teasing smile, holding up his old rusted toolbox as he makes his way inside.

"Pfft. Someone's happy to see me."

Mike can't really say anything to that, so he doesn't try. He is happy to see you, even if you have attitude problems and dress like a bum.

"So, I bought the damn thing from a friend-of-a-friend, who got it at a garage sale. I swear, it has to be missing some parts or something, because-"

He nods as you rattle on and lead him to your bedroom, but he's only half-listening. He looks around your apartment, taking it all in. It's been at least six months since he last came over, probably longer. It doesn't look to have changed much. He likes your apartment. It's cozy.

"Anyways... can you fix it?"

Mike pauses in the doorway of your bedroom as you give him a sheepish smile and gesture to something in the corner.

Holy hell. Is that supposed to be a shelf? Mike can't help but think that the hideous agglomeration of boards and screws would only be good as a fire-starter. It looks more like a pile than a shelf.

"Uhh..." He bites his cheek, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe you really weren't lying about the whole "no good with tools" thing.

He finally loses it when you groan and flop down on the bed, hiding your face in a pillow.

"Ughh... Laugh at me, whatever. Just fix it."

"Jesus Christ. This has to be the sorriest excuse for a shelf I've ever seen. Sure you don't want me to haul it to the junkyard instead?" He snorts, sitting down on the edge of your bed and looking with disdain at the half-assedly assembled shelf.

Mike immediately shuts his mouth when you glare at him. Oops, right, you're in a bad mood.

"I mean, uh... you tried?" He laughs, shaking his head in amusement. He still can't believe you're actually this inept when it comes to assembly.

"Get to work, Schmidt."

Mike yelps as you kick him off the bed, but doesn't bother retaliating. He just grabs his toolbox and sits on the floor, examining the so-called "shelf".

"Well, the first step is going to be un-doing everything you did."

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You lie on your stomach in bed, chin propped up on your hands as you kick your feet in the air and ponder the sight before you. Mike's back is turned to you as he quietly works away taking apart the monstrosity you assembled.

"How long is this gonna take?"

"Well, If it wasn't so..." He trails off, glancing at you and choosing his words more carefully.

"...sturdy, it'd be a lot easier to take apart."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He gives you an incredulous look and gestures to a series of nails in a corner where two boards meet. It does look pretty ridiculous, the sharp ends pointing out the other side. Not your best work.

"You put nails in it, sweetheart." He scoffs.

"How else was I supposed to keep it together?" You give him your best pout, and gloat internally when he has to turn away. He's absolutely infatuated with you. Even the back of his neck is pink.

"It comes with screws for a reason, ya know."

"There's a difference?"

He turns and gives you a flat look, and you laugh. Damn. You can play dumb with him, but maybe not that dumb. Noted.

Still, it's a little boring just laying there and watching him grumble and pull nails from wood. You can't really mess with him too much either, because you really do what him to fix the stupid shelf.

"You want something to drink?" You finally break the silence, under the guise of trying to be a good hostess.

"Pfft. Need some whiskey to deal with this bullshit." He snorts, pulling yet another nail free. He'd almost gotten one board off. One. This was gonna take a while.

"I was thinking more along the lines of soda or tea."

"Jack and Coke, then?"

"Mike. It's hardly past noon."

"So?" He scoffs. "For me, this is like... evening, or something. I dunno. Sleep schedule's fucked with this new job."

That answer makes you pause.

"What is it you do now, anyway?"

He groans, finally prying one of the boards free of the clusterfuck.

"Night guard. Told you already, remember?" He tries to shrug the question off, but you're nosy.

"Where?"

"Uhh... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..."

"Speak up."

"Ugh. It's this stupid rundown hellhole pizzeria. Honestly dunno why anyone would wanna break in there anyways. It's a dump."

"What kind of a pizzeria needs a night guard? Or any guard?"

"The haunted kind."

You decide not to ask about that, simply shaking your head as you walk to the door. He's truly a loon. A loveable loon, unfortunately.

"Just tell me what you want to drink, Mikey, or I'm getting you water."

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Mike sits on the floor of your bedroom sipping his glass of water and wondering how he got here. If you'd told him a week ago he'd be building his witch of an ex-girlfriend a shelf, he would've gagged. Now...? Well, he just wants to go join you on that bed.

"So are you really just gonna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work?"

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, Mikey? You smile, lying on the bed with your feet kicking in the air, giving him a look of pure adoration. It wasn't hard to do.

"Pretty annoying, yeah." He turns away with a scoff, returning to his work. If only he could get this stupid nail untangled from the other two... why would anyone use this many nails?

"You know, I think I liked you better gagged."

"Oh I know, sweetheart. I could see it in those evil eyes of yours." He can't help but smirk a bit at the comment, though. Sometimes he liked himself better gagged, too. He shakes the thought away and keeps working.

"Why can't you just get on hands and knees and beg me to take you back already?" You huff dramatically and roll over onto your back, letting your head fall over the edge of the bed. He looks silly from this angle. Upside-down.

That question nearly makes Mike drop his tools. Were you serious?

"Why? So you can laugh me off again?"

Ouch. It was true you'd turned him down the last time he'd tried it, but that was six months ago.

"Maybe if you used those big brown puppy eyes of yours on me."

That only earns you a grunt, so you verbally prod him again.

"Besides, why can't I do both? Laugh at you, then take you back? Sounds fun."

"Pfft. Fun? To toy with me? You'd probably break up with me all over again just for shits and giggles." He responds bitterly, still refusing to turn around.

"Mikey. Look at me." You roll back over onto your stomach and rest your chin in your hands as he slowly meets your gaze.

"I didn't break up with you just for shits and giggles. You know that. I'm not letting you sit there and wallow in self-pity."

Mike goes stiff from your words, but your tone is soft, and your eyes even softer. You're still giving him that adoring look. Damn it.

"Well maybe I'd rather wallow in self pity than admit you were right all along."

"You've had six months to wallow. Grow a pair and come kiss me."

He can't say no to that. Not when you look at him that way. He shuffles over, kneeling by the side of your bed. On his knees for you again, damnit.

You kiss him. It's different from the lustful, sloppy kiss you shared last time. This one makes you feel warm. You kiss him again. And again.

Mike really doesn't want this to end, but the knot in his stomach forces him to pull away. He has to ask.

"Why? Why are you doing this, I mean? Do you really want... to take me back?" He sputters, looking down at the floor.

"I'm not completely sure yet." You answer honestly, shifting and lying back on the bed.

Damn. That's not the answer he wanted to hear.

"Are you-"

"Come here."

When you pat the spot next to you in bed, Mike melts. He's a wreck right now, but still wants nothing more than to be with you, in every sense of the word. He silently complies.

"It's not about right and wrong, you know. As much as I love being told I'm right." You give him a soft smile, breaking the silence and placing your hand on top of his as you both lie on your sides.

Damn it. He'd done this with you before, this and so much more. Why was such a small touch turning him to goo?

"What isn't?"

"The breakup. It's about growing as a person. As people. Both of us." You lace your fingers with his, and can't help but laugh as his face reaches a level of pink you've never seen before.

"And what exactly am I supposed to be growing out of?"

"Pfft. I don't know, the emotional unavailability? The way you never made time for me? Constant irritability?" You start to dramatically list off his flaws, using your free hand to count on your fingers.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He huffs, and grabs your hand before you can make fun of him more. Instead, he guides it to his side, pulling you in a little closer.

"And you're miss perfect?"

"No. 'Course not. I have flaws too." You give him a sly smile, and start listing your own "faults".

"Too hot and sexy, too intelligent, too kind, amazing, sweet and caring..."

That's as far as you get before Mike scoots closer, burying his face in your neck and giving you a playful nip.

"Too arrogant." He adds with a laugh, wrapping his arm around you and letting himself melt further into you.

"My arrogance is one of my best qualities, thank you." You reply haughtily, sliding your hand up his back and into his hair.

Mike couldn't speak, even if he could somehow find the right words to say. Everything in this moment felt so right. His arm around you. Your fingers in his hair. He lets out a soft groan instead.

You aren't exactly eager to let go of this moment either, and just hold him for a few minutes. It feels nice to play with his soft brown curls.

"I'll do better. Please." He finally mumbles something to you, not bothering to move his face from where it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please what, Mikey?"

"Take me back."

He finally pulls back, just enough to give you a glimpse of those puppy eyes of his. Damn it. How could you even think of saying no?

"Yeah. Okay."

You both lean in for another round of soft passionate kisses, and Mike feels himself relax completely. His stomach unknots and his mind goes numb. For the first time in months, he feels completely safe.

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"So does this mean you'll babysit for me again?"

"Go finish the shelf, Schmidt."

"Yes, Princess."

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♡ Epilogue ♡

Over the past few weeks, you and Mike had fallen into a sort of rhythm.

He never did end up finding a new babysitter, and besides, you're the only one who could ever get Abby to finish her dinner. You had to graduate her from daily witching lessons to weekly ones, though, convincing her she needed to study for the more advanced spells. Secretly, Mike was just losing track of which objects in his house were supposedly invisible. It was quite amusing to watch.

Mike's favorite part of the day was coming home to you already asleep in his bed, and waking you up with a kiss. He'd then either lie down in bed while you shower, or hop in there with you, depending on how you felt. Either way, he loved the view.

The conflicting schedules made things complicated, but you were able to work around it. Mike slept better with you holding him, and consequentially, was a lot more agreeable. He did his best to make more time for both you and Abby.

He even started to open up to you for once, letting you take on some of his burdens. This man sure had a lot of guilt. You were certain he hadn't yet told you everything, but he told you enough. At least you finally knew what the fucking NEBRASKA poster on the ceiling was for. Now you kind of felt bad for all the times you teased him about it the first time you dated.

As for the damn shelf... well, he finished it. It was still hideous, but it was functional. There were holes in it from the nails, and the wood had even started to splinter in a few spots. You couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it, though. Not after how much work you both put into it. Even if most of Mike's work revolved around un-doing yours.

It definitely wasn't a perfect relationship, not by far. But Mike never promised to be the perfect boyfriend. He just promised to be better.

And he was, bit by bit, every day. Better. ♡

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Author's note:

Thank you all for the love!! This was my first time writing a fanfic of any kind so I'm really happy so many of you enjoyed it. Feels good to bring the story to an end.

Feel free to send me a request, I'd love to write more fics about Mike. Or any other J-hutch character for that matter, Mikey is just my favorite <3

[mrfleshwizard]

Real.

Lucifer didn't even bother to talk to Adam about his behavior. "How do you know that he didn't?" Becouse in that book on the start there was NO mention that. The whole point of that story was to show Lucifer in the pure white light (you cannot concived me otherwise). If he did talk to Adam, he would mention it in the book, but he didn't. If he did do it than why he wouldn't mention it? That would make him look even better. So, yeah, he probably didn't.

"But Adam wouldn't listen-" Maybe becouse you banged his wife? I also wouldn't listen to person who my "wife" had affair with. He could try harder. You could take a form of the animal, just help Eve and Adam. Adam was literal child with adult body. He didn't know right from wrong. He needed an right teacher and Lucifer was an AUTHORITY. A fucking authority. He's job was to help humans and take care of them as a person who is older (just like the other angels) but no? Why he should do that? He's Lucifer after all! The biggest victim of the world!

Lucifer never cared about Eve. He humiliated her to make fun of Adam. (woah how mature/s) He couldn't came up with something different becouse OR he doesn't know her at all OR he doesn't know Adam at all. There are only two options.

"He refrence to the apple!" It's even worse. Imagine how Eve would felt? How SHE would felt that man who RUINED her life and her children lives and all humans life uses her like some trophy to her husband face. Eve was blamed for fall of the humanity even of it wasn't really her fault and that fucker made it worse.

That monster is responsible for every war, every illness, every death, every crime and he so proud of it. If was him I couldn't look on the minor after what I have done to innocents, how many people Die nervously of my selfhness let alone be proud of it. There nothing to be proud of.

He didn't get any punishment at all. He was rewarded. He got his wife, he give humanity a "free will" (even if they had it before), he got whole fucking kingdom, he became a KING, he became powerful, but I guess he too lazy to take care of it. He really must hate doing his duties or whatever that is spelled. (english isn't my first language) But he cries about hE dIdN't NoThInG wRoNg! Like dude you did EVERYTHING wrong. You're all existence is wrong. But no! YOU ARE THE VICTIM! YOU AND NOT ADAM OR EVE WHO HAD HUNDRED TIMES WORSE. WHOSE CHILDREN PAINFULLY DIE. And I'm not talking about Cain and Abel only. They probably had more children that Die becouse... come on, they live in the wild, they were the first parents. Starvetion, wild animals, infections, illness, accidents, cold and who knows? Maybe even sucide. Lucifer never lost a child Adam and Eve lost at least two. AT LEAST TWO.

Adam and Eve suffer starvetion, the very cold winter, they were forced to kill animals who they been friends with. Eve give birth without doctors when Lilith probably had many. Adam had to work as a farmer Lucifer never worked, at least he never was forced too.

Lucifer have a life who many of people want to have, but he doesn't care.

Adam and Eve got worse punishment than Lucifer and he acts like he is the victim.

"But his family-" They did a good thing.

Lucifer deserved to fall. Not Lilith becouse she was a CHILD WITH ADULT BODY. But Lucifer? He absolutely did.

Also can we talk how ugly he is? He supposed to be the beautiful but he a fucking abumimation. Does his power is to kill people with his ugly ass face?

I don't understand how people like him. I want him dead. That's not even a joke. I Hope Lilith will be a villain and leave his ugly ass. She deserved better than him. Everybody does.

I don't care that he likes ducks. Fuck his ducks I want them also dead. I would tell him how male ducks copulate with female ducks (they are kind a like dolphins) only to ruin his day.

If feel bad for the cocktails or something like that. You know the birds who are comperad to the Lucifer? I feel bad for them. They deserved do much, so much better than being comperad to that freak.

I'm serious. I want that poor excuse of an devil dead. Like very dead-dead. Like he wouldn't come back.

[clemkruckinnie]

pitseleh-d.lambert

chris calls you at exactly 130 in the morning.

you’d been awake, of course; your homework wasn’t gonna do itself, and you always found that you worked better at night anyway.

being best friends since middle school had always had it’s advantages. you two knew each other inside and out, and she’d never call you this late unless-

“something’s wrong.” you answer the phone, hearing booming music and a familiar voice trying to yell over it in the back.

“i hate that you already-“

“is that y/n???”

“give it-“

“i’m fine!”

it’s a very exasperated dalton on the other end, having seemingly wrestled chris’ phone away from her.

“hi, dalton.” you greet him. “can you give chris the phone?”

“no, i’m-chris, please!”

“he’s drunk and i can’t babysit anymore. can you please watch him and make sure he doesn’t asphyxiate?”

she cuts you off before you can object. “listen, you’re already gonna be awake most of the night. i know you. it’s something to do, at least—“

“okay.” you relent, shutting your laptop. “just get him here in one piece and i’ll take care of him.”

“i love you.” chris sighs, “like truly, genuinely, i will propose to you right now. cmon, dolphin-yes, we’re going to y/n’s—“

the call cuts off, and you flop against your bed, staring at your ceiling.

you’d opted to live off campus, working in the bookstore to pay for your apartment. it was small, and your neighbors were loud, and the walls were thin, but it was home.

chris would stay with you often before she started school, having been a year younger than you, wanting to get acclimated to the college town before she moved there. since she’d become friends with her roommate, he’d often join you two, rounding out your duo into a trio.

dalton was quiet, but kind, a talented artist with some unresolved trauma you’d never judge him for if he chose to divulge. you liked him, but it always felt like there was a wall up between you two, one he wanted to break through but couldn’t.

you’re jolted from your thoughts by a sharp knock at the door. standing up from the couch, you open the door, chris dragging dalton in by his hand.

“thank you so much.” she sighs, getting the door shut behind him as he flops down onto your couch.

“i feel fine.” dalton complains, “you don’t have to babysit me.”

“oh yes she does!” chris cuts him off. “you almost hurled twice on the way here, and i have work in the morning. i can’t keep you alive and sleep at the same time.”

“dal, it’s okay. i’ll get you a bowl, you can crash on the couch, we’ll put a movie on or something. it’ll be fun.” you assure him.

“go sleep.” you direct your attention to chris, “we’ll be okay.”

she leaves you with a quick hug and another thank you, promising to bring you your favorite takeout when she comes home from her shift tomorrow, and you’re left alone with a slowly sobering up dalton on your couch.

“you okay?” you ask him earnestly, wrapping your cardigan around yourself. “i can get you a blanket, or-“

“you’re okay. i’m just admiring the place.”

“you’ve been here before.”

“yeah, but i’ve never really looked at it.” dalton explains. “it’s..warm. i like it.”

you shrug. “i kind of just threw blankets and string lights up everywhere and kinda hoped for the best.”

he laughs, soft but bright, and your stomach flips in the best possible way.

“i only had like 2 shots, just so you know.” dalton explains. “chris is just-“

“worried.” you cut him off. “yeah, i know. she’s just like her mom. always concerned for everyone.”

dalton nods. “you two are close.”

“she’s like the one person who’s always been there for me.” you explain, joining him on the couch. “best friends since kindergarten and first grade.”

“i’m jealous.” dalton admits. “i never really made friends like that.”

you shrug. “i mean, we kinda adopted you.”

dalton shakes his head. “she’s my roommate. she just wants to be nice-“

“if she’s just being nice then why did she bring you over here?” you object. “she was worried about you, dalton, you don’t worry about people you don’t care about.”

dalton looks at you, taking in what you’d just told him.

“i don’t let people i don’t care about into my space, just so you know.” you add. “i’ve worked hard making this little shithole feel like home. you’re always welcome in it.”

dalton nods, not meeting your eyes.

“hey.” you grab his hand. “something’s up.”

he looks at you, big blue eyes staring through you, not at you.

“i don’t know how to do this.” dalton admits.

“do what?”

he pauses for a second, still looking at you. then, he brings your hand up to his cheek, holding your palm against his face.

“dalton-“

he leans in, kissing you in a way so gentle, so sweet that it would make your knees buckle had you been standing up.

when he pulls back, you open your eyes to his already staring at you, a world’s worth of emotion in them.

you smile, moving your other hand so you’re cradling his face, brushing his cheekbones with your thumbs.

you kiss him again, and feel the warmth he’d been talking about earlier spread through your chest.

[silentium-symphony]

It Can Wait (Link x Reader)

(a/n) sorry it took awhile! college is starting to pick up and senioritis is hitting like a truck. while i drown in various marine labs (not the fun ones with seals and dolphins, the scary ones that feature Excel and R), please enjoy this completely self-indulgent fic LOL

cw: how can i call myself a fanfic writer if i don't do the One Bed™ trope ;), some swearing, ya'll are just a pair of awkward lovestruck goobers, honestly just pure fluff :)

wc: 5.3k

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You watched the edge of the sun rake the tip of some far-off mountain, dipping lower and lower past the horizon; your heart followed the celestial body in its descent to darkness. Concern loomed over your head like a thick thundercloud and your bleary eyes focused on your companion's sun-washed back.

"Hey... Link?"

The tips of his oranged ears twitched and he cast an indifferent glance past his shoulder.

"Do you see anything up ahead? A town or a stable, maybe?"

Link threw his gaze forward and 'hmph-ed,' jabbing his pointer finger to a bundle of dots precariously painted on the horizon. Your feet fluttered at the sight of civilization, momentarily forgetting the pins and needles that have been poking your legs and lower back for the past three hours.

"Oh thank Hylia--a town!"

Link had never seen you move so fast--he had to catch up with you! He lightly jogged to cover the distance.

"Slow down," he called out, voice barely louder than the winds, "you're not gonna make it at that pace."

"But Liiiink..." You whined. "A town! Civilization! Possibly with an inn! And beds!"

Not a moment later you felt your hand snatched in his as he practically dragged the two of you through the plains, exhaustion and aches be damned.

“L-Link! By the gods, slow down! You’re scuffing my boots!”

“Bed.”

“Link!!!”

You dove and ducked your head under whizzing branches, fumbled over a small brook, and ran what felt like an eternity before the rusted iron gates came into view. You were heaving at this point, each raggedy breath caught in the edges of your swollen lungs. Your stamina-for-days friend also seemed a bit spent, but he pushed onward and paid little mind to the blood rushing through his temples.

You practically collapsed at the gate, tumbling onto all fours and dry-heaving your next breath. Link, noticeably shaking, placed a trembling hand on the wall as he, too, fought to breathe. Hylia, he hadn’t run like that in years—even if he were the Hero of Hyrule™.

“Don’t,” you spat out in between heaves. “Ever do that again.”

“But we… made it… before they locked the gates.” Link was in much better shape than you (which wasn’t saying much) as he pointed to the town guards lowering the metal gates with a resounding clang.

A groan, a shuffle, followed by relief as you felt the wall’s cool stone ease the sweat and heat off your back. You threw your head up and took as deep of a breath as you could, dizzy from the bursts and sparks of colors behind your eyelids. You felt something hard slip into your laps and you winced your eyes open. A canteen?

“Drink some water.” Link’s lips were already moistened with the aqua panacea. You looked up at him gratefully and happily lapped up the rest of its contents, noting to fill his bottle later. The crisp spring water brought much-needed relief to the desert your throat had become; Link slipped the empty canteen into his pouch and looked around for the—

“What… Is that?”

You followed Link’s finger up and up and up to some… Structure? Spire? Shooting into the windows of an equally tall building. Your eyes bounced between the rickety invention and the bewildered blues of your companion, totally lost.

Only one way to find out.

After you got your bearings, you and Link slowly made your way over to the building, which happened to be… the inn? The structure grew clearer in your vision, but you still couldn’t make heads or tails of it. The main piece looked like a bunch of bamboo glued together by the ends, with some tubes sticking off to the side and into several rooms. The tail disappeared into the murky depths of a hot spring—HOT SPRING????

Link must have realized the godly pools the same time you did, his head whipping around to meet your excited gaze. You both slipped through the door and were immediately encased in a scent of steam and aromatics. It was as if the very essence of the hot spring was embedded in the inn's walls.

“Welcome, welcome! How can I— L-Link?!”

Link shot at the sound of his own name, looking over to the innkeeper who seemed… starstruck?

“I-It’s really you, sir! Wow, I… Wow!”

“I’m sorry but… Do we know you?” You chimed from the back.

“Oh! Um, I’m so terribly sorry. You may not remember me Link, but I remember you! This young man here has saved my life!”

“He did?”

“I have?”

“Yes! Do you not remember the weary traveler with the twisted ankle at the bottom of a ditch?" Link, in fact, did not remember. "That was me, sir! You took the time to tend my injuries and dropped me off right here in this very town!”

He bowed deeply, the little patch of hair on his head dipping with him.

“I’ve always wanted to thank you for your kindness, sir. Without you, I wouldn’t have realized my dreams of running a world-renowned inn!”

‘World-renowned?’

“It is by the grace of Hylia we meet again. For you only, I am offering you our premium room for the price of a regular one!”

Link’s ears twitched, no doubt in celebration of this seemingly once-in-a-lifetime deal. He turned to you, eager eyes bulging out of his head, and your laugh was all the okay he needed. He pulled out his wallet and paid for the night.

“What makes this room so special?” You interrupted before the innkeeper could grub the last rupee.

“I’m so glad you asked! Surely you have seen that tower outside our fine establishment, yes?”

You nodded slowly.

“With a lil’ bit of magic and Hylian ingenuity, we have devised a way to jet water from the hot springs straight to your room! Our premium rooms showcase the magic firsthand in the form of, what we call, a shower!”

“A… Shower?”

“Yes! You’ll see very soon, it is a wonderful addition to any room. We’ve really struck gold with this one…” He mumbled towards the end, not fully realizing he said it aloud. “Please, allow me to show you to your rooms!”

You two followed the short, stocky innkeeper up a few flights of stairs and down winding hallways. He stopped at the door to your room and plopped a golden key into Link’s hand.

“This is your room! Have fun with the shower, lovebirds!”

The innkeeper winked; a pair of mouths gaped open in heated protest, but he had already rounded the corner and returned to his innkeeper duties. A frazzled look sparked between two wide eyes and Link gulped, looking away to turn the key.

With a click, twist, and push, you were greeted by a grand bed spread across the middle of the room, dwarfing the moderately sized bookshelf packed with books and knickknacks. To your right was a gorgeous mahogany round table with matching chairs, a scene of woodland festivity carved about the curve of the surface. A wicket basket full of all kinds of goodies sat neatly atop the bed’s luscious sheets, vying for attention.

Like children in a candy store, you both fumbled right in and immediately made yourselves at home, kicking off your dirty and scuffed boots at the door ⁽ᵃ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵍˡᵃʳᵉ⁾ and slugging your bag onto the round table. The silky sheets were practically calling your name, but the layer of sweat and grime accumulated on your skin made you hesitate to tarnish the clean bed.

The singular clean bed.

Your heart lurched to your throat and you immediately threw a hesitant look at Link, who was going through the gift basket and humming happily. He must not have noticed. He finally turned to you with a bright smile, spoils of the room in hand, and his features immediately fell at your concerned look.

“Is everything all right?”

“There’s only one bed.”

“What? No there isn’t, there’s…” He glanced around the room, his lazed looks turning into frenzied glimpses. Link’s cheeks darkened to a hue similar to the deep red bedsheet.

“Oh.”

"W-Well, it's not that big of a deal..." You two have clawed your way out of the deepest pits of suffering together, surely you could handle one measly lil' night in a spacious bed. In a bid to calm your racing thoughts, your head lolled to the side and frantically searched the rest of the room; an inconspicuous door caught your attention. Two weary bodies crept towards the door, giddy with anticipation.

A room adorned with all the regular happenings of a bathroom filled your vision, but off to the corner was a... long, rectangular, glass box? With a spout carved into the wall? As you neared the contraption, still unsure of what to think of it, a golden gear caught your eye, as well as various sprigs and bunches of mint and lavender. The gear turned with a squeak, and steamed water poured forth in a steady stream. A holler left you and Link as you watched the technological marvel steam up the room. You squeaked the faucet close and turned to the man behind you.

"So who's gonna go first?"

"You can," he stepped out, "I need to stop by the market before it closes."

“What? Are you sure?”

He nodded; you waved goodbye to the blonde as he slipped on his boots, tucked his wallet in his pocket, and left. While his footsteps disappeared down the hall, you slipped out of your grimy clothes, fetched fresh ones from your sack, and waltzed into the shower.

With a quick turn of your wrist, bullets of warm water pelleted all the sore aches knotting your back and shoulders. You let out an audible groan, slinking against the heavenly sensation. The steam coddled the mint and lavender, drawing out the former’s nippy spice before dulling it with the latter’s soothing fragrance. Nature’s finest aromas settled onto your skin and snuggled into your hair. All the cool streams and frigid lakes you’ve been forced to skinny dip in for the past several weeks melted into a distant memory as the heavy fog clouded your thoughts.

But not your sense of awareness.

You poked your head out of the shower, straining your ears for some type of sign that Link had returned. There was stillness on the other side of the door; a relieved sigh slipped out of you.

You felt your throat strain a tad, disuse rusting your vocal cords, as a melody you had since forgotten until this moment clawed its way out of you. A long inhale filled your lungs with scented steam and growing bravado as your quiet, cautious mumbles turned into full-on melodies. You checked every now and then, gear turning slightly to slow and quiet the flow, but the unclicking door assured you were still alone.

And hey, so long as you were quieter than the jetting water, it should be all good… right?

And so you sang your heart out, your rationale loosening your tongue and diaphragm to fill the bathroom with your beautiful voice. You sang a bunch of tunes, from hype music to mournful, soulful ballads. You were performer and audience all bundled in a steamy, mint-kissed, lavender-lapped, package.

If the vapor plumes tickling your ankles were any testament to how long you’d been there, you’d have to admit that your simple shower had turned into a luxurious escape from the cold confines of reality. The last note you sang rolled into a sigh as you turned the gear, the barrage of water turning into a mere trickle. Your reddened body longed to feel the water's hot caresses, but alas, you had to leave your watery sanctuary at some point. Pruny fingers grasped the soft cotton hanging off a hook and you scrunched your hair of excess water before patting yourself down.

You had never felt so clean in your life.

Your warmed pajamas did wonders for your already relaxed muscles and a yawn lapsed out of you. You drowsily clicked the door open, a cloud of steam rolling at your feet, and smiled dreamily at...

Link.

Who was looking rather... flustered.

And amused.

Your heart dropped to the soles of your feet as a cold sweat beaded your brow, a dark realization settling in. Feigning innocence as best you could, you tilted your head.

“… What?”

He stood up from his chair, tossing his locks from side-to-side, and sauntered over to you with his pajamas bundled in the crook of his elbow. As he passed you by, the ghost of a whisper tickled the shell of your ear.

“Nice voice.”

Dear Hylia if you’ve ever loved me strike me down right fucking now

You turned to him, mouth agape and heart reeling, only for his outline to disappear behind a wall of hot mist and wood. The silence on your side of the room was suffocating; Link’s happy little hums funneled the tension out of the situation through the thinnest straw that ever strawed.

Maybe you misheard him? It wasn't like he was much of the teasing type... How long had he been here anyway? Maybe he just walked in as you finished and and and and happened to hear the faucet turn and maybe just maybe it sounded a bit like a squeak that could maybe pass off as a person's voice?

The bracing breeze of the night nipped your sensitive skin and calmed your overstimulated brain. You didn’t remember your journey to the window, but you were thankful your feet had guided you to a refreshing anchor for your frenzied thoughts. You took a deep breath in… and out. Innnn… and out…

This wasn’t so bad. Okay granted, you completely embarrassed yourself in front of your crush whom you’ll be traveling with for the foreseeable future but it’s not all that bad. At least you got this gorgeous view! And wow, birds! Nature! That’s cool!

After several minutes of trying to keep your dooming thoughts at bay, the faucet squeaked a dying note and the last deluge of water dripped into soft drops. Link—still humming and noticeably more at ease—shuffled a fair bit before he made his entrance into the bedroom, hair damp and skin blushed a faint pink and wow he looks so good right now—

You damn near slapped yourself and flashed him a warm (albeit awkward) smile, noting his very shirtless form and the pajamas still scrunched in his arms. He motioned to the parts of the fabric that were darker than usual.

“It fell in a puddle, so I’m letting it air out a bit.” With a whip of his wrists, a worn shirt and matching shorts snapped in front of him and settled on top of a chair. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

Knowing that the towel tied around his slutty lil waist was the only thing separating you from a great night got you feeling weak. You hastily turned your gaze to the outside before your blatant staring could turn into gawking.

A silence eclipsed the room as your eyes wandered over the town’s nightlife. Specks of Hylians dotted the dimly lit square; further below, a decently-sized crowd congregated the hot springs, traces of idle chatter floating to your ears. The stars poked an indifferent glow past the cloudy streaks in the sky and although the lunar body had yet to grace you with its presence, its soft light was still felt and appreciated by all.

You felt the air beside you stir and a loud gasp escaped you, jolting at the sudden appearance of the still-shirtless man. He rested his frame against folded arms as he peered off into the night, aestheticizing like you were only moments before. His skin had paled into its familiar alabaster, and the whitish glow of the moon circled a halo about his figure. The familiar sprigs of aromatics tickled your nose, tinging his cypress and amber scent with a fragrance of cleanliness.

“Lovely night.”

“Y-Yes.” You coughed out, still unused to the proximity. Gods, if he already got you acting up like this, how much more during bedtime?

“Did you find everything we needed?” You continued, hoping to make some light conversation about nothing.

“Yes. We’re all stocked up.” A flit of blue met your (E/C)s. “We leave at dawn, so we should head to bed soon.”

"Ah... Are your clothes dry now?"

"Hopefully my shorts are."

Link went to collect his clothes and 'tsk-ed' at the still-damp shirt. His scarred hands ghosted the knot tied right above his pelvis. He eyed your back as he discarded the plush white towel for his shorts, the fabric thinning and pilling from overuse.

"Are you decent?" Your tone lilted mirthfully. You heard fabric creasing and shifting from the bed, and you turned in response to his quiet ‘mm.’ Your core warmed at the sight of a toned, combat-kissed back and you mentally flogged yourself for your ridiculous bashfulness. With your heart pounding a quickening pace in your ears, you sallied over to your edge of the bed and sunk down.

The air was honeyed with sexual tension and you pawed and balled the silky sheets. Link’s heavy gaze rested on the same spot on the wall, fully expecting two holes to drill themselves into existence under his scrutinizing watch.

Why were you so panicked? This wasn’t the first time you found yourselves in rather... intimate situations.

A sudden movement made you flinch and you craned your neck to see behind you. With a long sigh, Link ruffled his hair and blew out a candle, muffling a ‘goodnight’ under his breath. The same silence blanketed you again, suffocating coherency out of your racing thoughts.

You pulled your knees over the edge and adjusted yourself under the covers, relieved at the plush mattress coddling the sore gaps in your body. Your head fell to the side and was once again met with Link's back (that was scooted to the very edge of the bed). You didn’t know if you should feel offended or grateful.

You followed suit, turning your body to meet the window. The moonlight was brighter now, casting a gentle spotlight on the floating dust particulates and water specks that traipsed through the window.

Your ears strained to hear and hope for the familiar deep breaths Link drew in the throes of slumber. The deathly quiet was all the sign you needed to know that he was still very much awake (and listening for your soft snores as well).

The soft sheets and the heat radiating off your partner beckoned you further into bed and away from the cold night air that had begun to blow drizzles of rain. Get your rupees’ worth, you told yourself. A tiny voice unfamiliar to you peeped out a,

“Hey… Link?”

He twitched.

“Um… I’m scooting closer, just so you know.”

He doesn’t respond. Or move. Or breathe. While you debated whether he was fast asleep or crossing a boundary, you heard a quiet sigh and a,

“Me too.”

A pair of bodies shuffled closer. His heat spilled past his body and bled into your vicinity; you held back a pleased groan. You shared many a night shivering under the cold misery of wilderness and rain, pressing into each other to preserve what little heat was left between yourselves. Your eyes fluttered shut as the rain outside tapped the roof harder and harder.

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

“Link…” You looked up at him, teeth chattering as he beheld you with a warm gaze. He tugged the corners of the cloak closer together while your shaking hands combed matted gold off his forehead.

“Are you warm?”

“As warm as I can be.” Eyes studied your makeshift shelter—a tree’s grove—helplessly. Your wet back was pressed into mossed and ivied bark while your companion’s was bulleted and blown by the storm’s raging tempest. You pulled his shaking body closer, closer, closer, until he was practically on top of you. Still, the winds whipped something nasty against his soaked back, his drenched shirt adding to the frigidity like some sort of reverse blanket.

“I-I don’t know how, but we can try switching…” You hissed through clammy lips. He shook his head, a stray droplet landing and sliding down your cheek.

“Nonsense. You are much colder than I am.”

“Link, you’re literally shaking.”

“And your lips have turned blue.” He pulled the hood further down your face, obscuring your vision, as he took your hands in his and futilely huffed warm air. His leather gloves rubbed and chafed your pruned, muddy digits and he blew again with greater gusto.

“You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. This rain has got to let up at some point.” He murmured, his hot breath tickling your neck. You shivered from the sensation, which he mistook as the cold seeping into your bones. Muscled arms wrapped around your frame and he rubbed your sides, head burying into the crook of your neck.

“We’ll be okay… Just think of something warm, all right?

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

The warmth of his skin seeped through your thin pajamas and you let out a yelp.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize I was rolling into you!”

“It’s okay,” a pause, “you can… Stay there if you’d like. I don’t mind.”

“Oh… Are you sure?”

He hums. “…warm…”

“Sorry? Did you say something?”

“You’re warm, so it… feels nice.”

“Oh...” Your heart thundered against your ribcage. “T-Thanks.”

Quietness cloaked the room once again; neither of you were going to sleep any time soon.

“So uh,” you started, “what are you gonna do when you get back?”

He was silent for awhile, and for a second you thought he had fallen asleep (wouldn’t be the first time he fell asleep mid conversation).

“Report our findings to the princess.”

“Ah… makes sense. How ‘bout after that?”

The male pondered your question and answered with a huff.

“Wait for my next mission.”

That’s… kinda sad..

“Well, is there anyone waiting for you? Y’know, like a…” You gulped, unsure if you wanted to know the answer. “Like a lover or something?”

You felt Link’s breath hitch and your heart sank. Of course he would have someone waiting for him, just look at him. Handsome, chivalrous, kind, strong—you wouldn’t be surprised if he had a thing going on with the princess herself.

“No.” He said at last. “I don’t have anyone in that regard.”

He said it so placidly; you couldn’t detect a hint of emotion behind that matter-of-fact statement. An inconspicuous sigh left your frame.

"Oooh, has anyone caught your eye?" You shimmied up to him before laughing at his flinch. Again, you were unsure if you were ready to hear the answer, but anything felt better than the silence you would otherwise be subjected to.

"Mm..." Was his only response.

"Aww, c'mon! Aren't we travel buddies? We've faced dozens of unimaginable horrors together. Your secret's safe with me."

"Do you have someone waiting for you?" He countered.

"Hey now, don't avoid the question!"

"I'll tell you if you tell me."

Well... It's not like you had anything to hide...

"No, I'm very much single." You laughed, a glimmer of despondence streaking your voice.

. . .

"Has anyone caught your eye?"

"Mm... Pass." You giggled, turning to face him fully now. He felt your shuffle and cast a glance over his shoulder. "Do you like anyone? Or at least find mildly attractive?"

His eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled slowly, the gears in his head turning even slower.

"Yes."

Your sinking heart juxtaposed the overly-hyped "Ooooh!" that left your lips.

"IS IT THE PRINCESS?!"

"Definitely not."

You practically got whiplash at the suddenness of his response; that could mean one of two things: he either really liked the princess, or he wanted nothing to do with her past their 'protector-protectee' relationship.

"Damn, that was fast. Seems mighty suspicious to me..." You nudged the space between his ribcage, plucking a light chuckle out of him.

"I really don't," he laughed dryly, "she's lovely but... Not really my type."

"So what is your type, O Hero of Hyrule?"

He hummed lowly before snapping his body to face you.

"My turn." He chirped through a boyish grin. His hot breath trickled across your cheeks and you swore you could drown in the oceans of his eyes.

"Has anyone caught your eye?"

You didn't think the question could be taken so literally. You blinked multiple times and looked away.

"Uh... Y-Yeah, I'd say so."

An iota of emotion brewed in his eyes, imperceptible to everyone but himself.

"Okay, my turn." You chortled, looking back up at him. "Can you describe your ideal partner?"

Eyes closing and head tilting upwards, Link dissected and analyzed the simple question with care.

"Smart, kind..." A small smile tugged his lips. "Curious, compassionate, brave, selfless..."

He angled his face into the pillow, the softness muffling his lips.

"ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵃᵗˢᶦⁿᵍᶦⁿᵍ"

"Sorry, what?"

"Nothing. So wha--"

"Nonono, you said something! What did you say?"

"Um... Good at..." A pause. "Mingling."

"... Mingling?"

. . .

"Yup."

Maybe facing Ganon with only a cheese grater wasn't such a bad idea after all

You supposed... That made sense. You could only imagine how awkward he must feel at royal banquets and dinner parties. You laughed and lightly flicked his forehead.

"You're such a dork." If you squinted hard enough, you could trick yourself into believing he was blushing. His eyes brightened at the realization it was his turn.

"So who's your ideal partner?"

"Well..." You looked down, fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

"Well...?" His chest rumbled with baited anticipation.

"Loyal, caring, respectful, courageous..." You nudged the lower half of your face into your pillow, hoping to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Something like that."

He nodded slowly, the gears in his head slaving away--at what, you had no idea.

"You seem to have a pretty clear idea of what you're looking for."

"So do you!"

"Yes..." He sighed dreamily, lips warming into a rare and genuine smile. "I do."

;)

"Heheheh... Whatcha thinkin' about? Or should I say... Who?"

Panic swirled behind his eyes. "N-No one."

"I heard that stutter!" You exclaimed. "C'mon, we've practically spilled everything to each other--now all I need is a name!"

"You... may not approve."

Your heart crunched in your chest, mind spinning from all the possibilities.

"I mean... Whether I like them or not shouldn't matter. Your feelings for that person, whoever they may be, are valid."

The way your eyes crinkled so... lovingly at him made him want to curl into a ball and melt into a lovestruck puddle. How could you be this cute? This sweet? And single? Maybe... Just maybe...

"You really think so?"

"Of course! Well, if you had a crush on Ganon then we might have a problem." Your lips relaxed into a small smile. "But so long as they aren't him, I don't think there's anyone out there who I would hate."

Link balanced his chin between his pointer and thumb. Your lips curled thoughtfully, forming your next question in a bid to loosen his tongue.

"When you think of them, do you think of what could be? Where life could take the two of you?"

"Of course." He answered instantly, then reddened at how quick he responded. "I've thought about it for... awhile."

His bashfulness was met with one of your angelic chortles and you looked at him head-on.

"You deserve to be happy, Link. You deserve to live the life you want with the person you love."

His breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sincerity in your eyes. Eyes that beheld him with grace and acceptance for all his failures and shortcomings. Eyes that saw him past his title of Hero. Eyes that could lift an entire kingdom's burden off his shoulders with a simple crinkle and twinkle.

"It's you."

You laughed, not quite processing what he said until--

"Wait, huh?"

"It's..." He gulped, reminding himself which piece of the Triforce he carried. "You."

"M-... Me?"

"Yes. You are who I love. You are who I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's... you."

"Oh, Link..." His heart cracked at the quietness in your tone. For once, it hurt hearing his name leave your lips.

"If you don't feel the same way, I understand. I promise I won't let this interfere with our mi--"

"No, Link! I love you too!"

Life filled his eyes, piercing a ray of light through his darkened visage.

"You... You do...?"

"Yes!" You cried out, wrapping him closer to you. "Gods, I've loved you for so long...!"

"R-Really? Me too!”

:O

“Since when?!” You both exclaimed, new love jolting a shock of energy that mismatched the time of day.

“You go first.” Link spurred, giddiness rocking him to and fro.

“Ever since that night in the tree… Do you remember? It was pouring and you were shielding me from the storm.”

He pulled away from you slightly to stroke your hair, relishing how your soft, newly washed strands laced around his fingers.

“We had just embarked on our journey.”

“I knowww.” You drew out, giggling and nuzzling into his bare chest. “What about you? When did you fall for me?”

“It was… Before our trip.”

“What?! Really?!”

He nodded.

“I saw you feeding some strays while I was patrolling the castle one time and, well…” He rubbed his neck embarrassed. “I knew you had a heart of gold the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“That was so long ago…" You reminisced about the glowing gaze your animal friends reveled you in. "Boy, I had you whipped for that long, huh?”

“You could say that.” An airy breath stuttered out of him. “You looked so beautiful… I couldn’t get enough of that look in your eyes. Pure, selfless joy. It was… mesmerizing.”

His eyes caught yours, almost as if they were searching for the same joy he spoke of. The glimmer in his seafoam pools must have meant he found it and more.

“So how’d you feel when we were assigned to this mission together?” You laughed, clearly picturing a flustered Link pacing around his room as he just about melted through the floor.

“I felt many things—panic, for one.”

“Aww, lil' ol' me got your heart racing?”

“Yes.”

Now it was your heart’s turn to race, so touched by his candor.

"You were as beautiful as you were kind; as clever as you were tough. How could I have not fallen deeper in love?" He coughed out, a hand masking the blush that promenaded his cheeks. "You always took such good care of me after our battles... Patching me up before you even wiped the dirt off your face."

"Well, you'd do it for me, no?" You jibed, fingers raking through his hair. He chuckled fondly at the form of aftercare foreign to most couples.

"And to top it all off..." He leaned down, the surface of his lips tickling your earlobe. "You have the loveliest voice in the world."

A light slap stung his chest and he roared in laughter.

"Gods, you really heard that...?!" Your hands cupped your heated cheeks and you rocked backward, jaw clenching and legs squirming from mortification.

"It's okay! More than okay! You sounded gorgeous, (F/N)."

Your heart fluttered at the sound of your own name, unused to the way it purred so perfectly out of him. Your sheepish side glance happened upon his heartfelt visage, which did wonders to ease any discomforts you had.

"Your voice was beautiful. Like a-- Like a--"

A chorus of chirps announced the arrival of morning; you both shared a horror-struck look before shortly bursting into laughter. You talked the whole night away!

He kissed your eyelids and draped the blanket over your shoulders, wrapping his arm about your waist.

"We can stay another night if you'd like. Spend a day in town." His suggestion was met with fervent nodding. "Our duties to the throne... Our mission... All of it. It can wait."

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Summer Fling Part 2/10

Part 1 Part 3

Summary - Reader has landed a research job at a marine biology lab in Portugal. She is, therefore, staying with her sister and her sister's Portuguese boyfriend for the summer holidays. There, she meets Ruben Dias, who is on vacation with his friends after the 2024 Euros. However, the two meet under the circumstances in which Ruben believes that Reader is a prostitute.

Enjoy! ☀️

Who would have thought that after a night out and several rounds of drinks, you still weren't able to turn your sleep schedule around. Apparently, you left Australia, but Australia refused to leave you, resulting in another night of laying on your back and admiring the sealing.

"Fuck, Diogo!"

"Right there!"

"Yes, right there!"

"Ohhhh God!"

However, even if you did turn your sleep schedule around, falling asleep to the sounds of your sister getting her back blown by her boyfriend would've simply been impossible.

"Yes, Diogo. Yeeees!"

You covered your ears with your hands and prayed for better times. But when that didn't work, you got out of bed, hopped in the shower, and left the house.

Diogo didn't live too far from the city of Albufeira. You and your sister were too drunk to make it back to Faro last night. Staying with him was the most convenient thing to do. You made it back downtown by hopping on a train. However, there wasn't much to see in the morning since it was still early hours. Street sweepers were seen cleaning up the aftermath of last night's partying, and soon tourists and their family's would make their way down the white sandcastle hills, exploring another day in paradise.

"One ticket to the Zoomarine, please."

You got pretty bored of lounging around the streets like a hungover hobo. The next best thing to do was to buy a ticket to the Algarve Zoomarine, a water park with live dolphin shows and displays of marine life. As a kid, you used to love visiting these types of places in Australia. However, after years of education, you saw these places for what they really were. Animal crime scenes.

You sat in on one of the dolphin shows but couldn't last ten minutes before abandoning your seat. It was simply a disgrace to see those poor animals forced to do tricks and interact with humans. All for the sake of being given fish as a treat.

"They're pretty amazing, no? Those blue puffer fish."

You came to mourn the Portuguese marine life while admiring a giant aquarium. When suddenly, a man, blonde and blue eyes, startled you. Even more so when he spoke to you with an Australian accent.

"Yes, amazing indeed." You said. "But these puffer fish should be set free in the wild, not swim around in some aquarium pool in the middle of a tourist trap."

"I don't know...." The man scratched the cap he wore on top of his head. If you hadn't been so full of yourself, you might have noticed that the text on his cap read: Algarve marine life rescue and research. "Setting these bad boys free in the wild might be more dangerous than it is for us to keep them here," the man said.

"That doesn't make any sense. All animals should be set free to live in their natural habitat."

"Well, that I agree." He smiled. "However, these particular puffer fishes are used to help produce antidotes for tetrodotoxin. It's actually ongoing research."

"You're a marine biologist?" You frowned.

The man's smile widened. "Most of us working at the park are. If not in the ocean, the best place to house our underwater friends is surprisingly in this water park."

"Oh." Heat rose to your face.

"I'm glad to see a fellow animal activist, though. Whereabouts are you from? I know an Aussie accent when I hear one."

"Sydney." You blushed. "I'm from Sydney Australia."

"Brisbane." The man offered you his hand. You shook it vigorously.

"Are you just here for the summer holidays or...?" The man's accent was suddenly flourishing.

"Yes and no. I'm actually a marine biologist myself."

"Are you now?" He regarded you curiously, his smile even wider now, which you didn't think possible.

"Well, I'm still doing my masters in marine ecology. That's actually why I'm here in Portugal this summer, to finish my research in a lab not too far from here."

"In Faro?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, I believe it's the only known marine biology lab in the Algarve region."

"Really?"

"Yes, at least the only known lab that would take on a young woman like yourself. The other labs consist of snobby middle-aged men who wouldn't care to advocate for the innocent life of puffer fishes."

"Interesting. I must have gotten lucky then."

"I doubt it. I pick my students carefully. Your research portfolio must have been stellar."

"Wait—"

The man removed the cap from his head, revealing his bleach blonde hair and surprisingly young face. "I'm Gavin Philips, and I believe to be your lab partner for this summer."

"Lab....partner?" You hesitated to shake the man's hand again, however, he insisted.

"Labpartner, examinator, professor....most students just call me Gavin."

"Gavin."

"Yes, and what might your name be?"

"Erm...it's Y/N."

"Pleasure meeting you Y/N. I look forward to working with you this summer."

"Erm...thank you."

What a coincidence, you thought, during your train ride home. To meet the man with the power to decide your future as a marine biologist was definitely not on your summer bingo card. He seemed like a nice guy, though. And you had the Australia connection, which was perhaps a good thing, knowing how things could get when working in a male dominated setting. You were in need of an ally, and Gavin Phillips might just be the right guy for the job.

"There she is! Y/N, where the hell have you been all day?"

You were welcomed back by your sister and Diogo, both looking dressed for a day at the beach. Diogo, with his mountains for muscles, carried several bags from the house to his car, a luxurious Range Rover.

"What do you mean? It's barely noon." You said.

"Yes, but Diogo is taking us to Lagos today. Didn't I tell you that?"

"No, no you didn't."

"Well, I'm telling you now. Go pack your bags and don't forget to pack an extra pair of G-strings."

"Great."

You were set for another day in party paradise. However, five days had passed since your flight from Sydney, and you still hadn't gotten an ounce of a proper night's sleep.

Part 1 Part 3

[coralinnii]

Tall!MC who loves bear hugs feat: Vil · Floyd · Kalim · Jade genre: fluff note: gn!reader, tall!reader, no pronouns are used, comfortable but unestablished relationships, 

beluga whales are better than dolphins and I will fight anyone on this, 

my coworker and friend is also a tall hugger and she literally starts the day hugging anyone she sees the moment she walks in. 

Some may think that Vil would disapprove of your pension for bear hugs but I don’t think so. Vil is a beautiful man who knows beautiful people when he sees them. To him, your height is one of many strengths in terms of your beauty and your loving personality just adds more to your charm. 

Also, Vil is not surprised by your urge to hug him. I mean…look at him. “Given my radiant allure, I can hardly fault your overwhelming desire to touch me.”

That is an actual canon voice line 

Honestly, he would probably be more impressed than anything. Vil may be on the leaner side physically but he still has a decent amount of muscle mass and he himself is pretty tall so it’s quite a sight to see you embrace him, lifting him like he’s a giant doll.  

Sure, he may not be pleased if you crease his clothes or ruffle his hair too much but he’s not going to reprimand you for how you show your love (unless you’re in Pomefiore…or Epel) 

To make it enjoyable for both of you, you may make compromises to maintain Vil’s public image. He is still a man constantly viewed and judged by millions, so Vil would request that you refrain from literally lifting him as you go for a hug in public (you can still hug him with his given consent) but when the day is done and you two are alone, you’re free to hold onto him for that much-needed intimacy recharge. 

Vil truly enjoys your hugs, just be a little considerate for his sake. 

“Am I truly too irresistible for you? Very well then, I shall indulge you”

Loves it. L.O.V.E.S IT

At first, he would be absolutely in shock. No one would be crazy enough to do this to Floyd. Except you apparently. You walked right up to him and before he could question you, you wrapped your arms around the eel merman and gave him the warmest hug he’s ever had, lifting his feet of the ground. 

Floyd smiles in manic glee everytime you lift this 191cm pillar of a man without a problem. He’s addicted to the closeness and warmth of your hugs. He prefers that you hug him tight, really squeeze him a bone crushing embrace so he can feel the rush of adrenaline from the force (this crazy lovable weirdo) 

At some point, it becomes a game between you two to see which one initiates the hug first. Sometimes you would catch Floyd in your arms and other times Floyd would be the one to surprise you with hugs. 

Floyd doesn’t care how tall you are, he’s going to encase you in his arms and spin you around for the fun of it. 

So good for you, you have a man who absolutely loves your bear hugs. Not so good (or maybe still good?) for you, Floyd would be cranky the entire day should you forget to give him your sweet hugs or just haven’t had the time. 

And a cranky Floyd is an unhelpful Floyd, so add a frustrated Azul demanding you to solve this problem you started with your affectionate hugs. 

I wouldn’t recommend hugging someone else before him either…just a warning.

“Neh…where’s my huugg? Who cares if you’re busy, gimme my hug”

Another lover of your hugs. Kalim is the canon hug monster of NRC so of course he’s gonna reciprocate your hugs. A full on advocate for warm fuzzy hugs filled with joy and love. 

The first time you hugged him, his boisterous laughter rings out the hallways when he feels his feet leave the floor. He trusts you completely and he was right to. You knew what you were doing. 

Just because you can lift him off your feet, doesn’t mean it’s painful. Different from Floyd, Kalim loves the tender energy of your hugs where he feels safe in your arms. He knows you won’t hurt him, you’re a seasoned hugger like him.

He returns your affection with his own warm hugs, his soft cardigan wraps your tall form the moment he sees you. If you let him, he might just cling onto you like a koala. Imagine spinning around with the sunshine Housewarden wrapped around your waist and neck. 

Jamil will have to literally pull him away from you.

If you’re taller than him, he would enjoy the way your body envelopes him like a warm burrito, snuggling between your arms with a soft grin on his face. 

Be warned, these hug sessions may go for hours. Kalim might get too comfortable in your form and he might just forget about his duties, much to Jamil’s chagrin. 

“Your hugs are so cozy, I can stay here forever!”

Coming from the ocean, Jade is still learning and experiencing things that can only come from life on land. Man is just getting used to walking and barely getting by those flying lessons. 

So it’s understandable that suddenly being lifted off his feet in a hug came as a surprise to him. With how often you did it as well, he initially pondered if this was a greeting custom for humans on the taller side to partake in. 

Nope, you just love giving bear hugs and when Jade realized this, he found it amusing. Despite how tall you are, you are as friendly and lovable as a beluga whale.

Jade would stifle his laughter as he sees you smiling towards him with your arms wide open. He of course welcomes your affectionate ways, opening his arms for you. Like Vil, he’s quite impressed with your strength to lift a 190cm man like him. 

The merman finds himself looking forward to your hugs. While not the type to initiate the hugs, Jade was always the one to greet you and he watched as your face lit up and proceeded to wrap your arms around him to give a hearty hug. 

Watch out for his crocodile tears however. He might just shed a few tears to get some comfort hugs from you, especially if you start hugging your other friends in front of him. 

“I quite enjoy your ways of affection. Is that surprising?”

[dark-elf-writes]

So we’ve established that Dionysus being locked out of his most famous domain had effects on him and that’s why he’s Like That and now I’m thinking

Mr D, centuries into his penalty, locked away from wine and revelry practically rotting away wakes up one day feeling a little less like shit and a little more like how he used to with the whisper of a young boy in his ears and the taste of grapes on his tongue

It becomes a reoccurring thing

Every week, there’s a prayer towards one of his lesser known domains and the taste of grapes (one time even the taste of wine when the boy declared his name and oh how he missed tasting wine even if he couldn’t drink it)

He starts getting a bit better

Not a lot, the campers don’t notice, but Chiron does and so do his sons and wife when he is actually allowed to speak to them

It’s nice

He eventually meets the boy, and they don’t get along despite everything that remains unspoken between them. They’re too different and too similar at the same time to ever truly get along

But Dionysus keeps getting prayers and offerings, even more frequently and he keeps leaving anonymous gifts for the boy even as he threatens to turn him into a dolphin

Eventually, even if just for a short moment when the boy invokes his true name, he is able to actually look like himself again

(Ariadne, Castor and Pollux and feel some fondness for Percy because of the effect his prayers had on Mr D, the twins even become good friends with Percy)

Castor and Pollux being able to feel something of their dad around Percy from the moment he arrived at camp but not understanding why. At first they had assumed he would be claimed as their brother which would have been… weird as their dad never mentioned seeing any mortal mother than their mother recently but then he’s claimed by Poseidon and it’s even weirder.

They decide while Percy is gone that it doesn’t matter why he feels like their dad, the two of them are going to reach out when he comes back. They can’t just leave him alone and ignored. Not when their dad’s power seems to surround him at all times.

(Even if their dad looked more than a little pinch faced when they asked about it late at night when it was only the three of them tucked in a forgotten corner of the Big House. He claimed not to like Perseus Johnson but it didn’t escape either of the twins that their dad had gotten Percy’s first name right at least.

It also doesn’t escape their notice that their dad looks almost relieved when Percy returns to camp. Or that the feeling of their dad becomes more intense around Percy like he had been blessed or given something with their dad’s power.)

So they approach Percy with matching smiles and offers to train with him. They’re both small cabins. It only made sense for them to combine so they didn’t have to lose their slots to bigger cabins.

And it turns out they like Percy. He’s a good guy and seems to be the only person at camp that realizes they aren’t just there to make strawberries grow. He doesn’t flinch when they confide that Castor got some of their father’s skill in controlling madness. He walks with them through the strawberry fields and pushes them to become better fighters if only to keep up with him.

They are the ones who find him stumbling out of the woods and half dead when Luke betrays him and take turns sitting at his bedside until Percy is strong enough to go home for the school year.

He gave them their father back however unknowingly and more than that he is their best friend other than each other.

[irradiatedsnakes]

the Big TMA Furry List

this list with commentary/choice rationale below the cut :] i wrote a lot of thoughts down do please check it out.

jon: common raven

martin: tan jumping spider

sasha: southern flannel moth

not!sasha: red postman

tim: jackson's chameleon

melanie: eastern copperhead

georgie: triceratops horridus

basira: domestic cat (calico shorthair)

daisy: domestic dog (german shepherd)

elias: barn owl. jonah: eurasian eagle owl.

gerry: domestic dog (black doberman)

annabelle: white-booted racket-tail

jane: cabbage white

michael: spiny softshell turtle

helen: common hermit crab

oliver: black vulture

peter: risso's dolphin

mike: caelestiventus hanseni

jude: black kite

agnes: ???

nikola: stealing major's carousel horse

jared: american dog tick

breekon&hope: Hog and/or Bear. you get no more information

dekker: mouflon

gertrude: great tit

leitner: domestic cat (persian)

manuela: gray long-eared bat

rayner: olm

salesa: sea otter

simon: dodo

elaboration below !

jon: common raven

this was a choice i made before i even finished listening to the podcast back in 2020. jon's 1000% a bird to me, and the curious nature of corvids works well here. plus, i think a bird so universally ominous as a raven works perfectly as a horror protag :P i used to draw raven!jon with a couple troodon traits, mostly just cus it was fun, but i wanted to make my designs more grounded for this iteration. made them plantigrade, didn't get silly with body styles like i have with mp100 designs.

martin: tan jumping spider

if you've been here for a while you'll know that my furry martin has gone through about two million iterations. he started off as a european pine marten, to bold jumping spider, to chinese pangolin, to nine-banded armadillo, finally to nurse shark.

out of all of these the spider and the shark are my favorites. i wanted to go back to the jumping spider though- the design is really fun and i wasn't able to get the expressions right, but i'm more confident in my skills now and i'm having fun with the design. i may revisit nurse shark at some point. i switched from bold to tan jumper- i originally chose bold just cus they're my favorite jumper, but their stark black/white and iridescent aqua coloration just doens't work for martin. so, the tan jumper!

sasha: southern flannel moth

another old choice. species chosen because of a friend's fic, pharos by right (another i'm planning to reread now that i'm dipping my toes back into tma..)! southern flannel moths are poofy and orange, and their caterpillars are those super painful teddybear ones. i really like the design.

not!sasha: red postman

wanted to have her be another lepidopteran, and with all the many examples of mimicry among the group i thought red postman was a fun choice. doesn't look anything like a southern flannel moth, but that's sort of the point.

tim: jackson's chameleon

yet another choice from the oldtimes- most of the main characters are, i've mostly switched around the more secondary chars. first suggested, i believe, by @/ofdreamsanddoodles. i think there's something very fun about chameleons being basically a living mood ring & tim's Descent s1-3 showing physcially not just through the worm scars but through like, constant stress coloration during s3.

melanie: eastern copperhead

one of my favorite choices. i have a young copperhead specimen named after her. this one is quite vibes-based, but i do really like the copperhead as a viper that is not deadly. and i'm always a sucker for the "animal perceived as scary and violent that in actuality only strikes when under extreme stress" thing in furry assignments.

georgie: triceratops horridus

another favorite choice. visually, i really like how this works out, and trikes as a social and protective animal works well. she's literally got a shield on her face. horridus was chosen because i like the shape of the head and horns better than prorsus.

basira: domestic cat (calico shorthair)

got a little cat/dog thing going on for dasira. i like the inversion of the usual cat/dog dynamic with their unhealthy devotion instead, and visually it just works very well for them both.

daisy: domestic dog (german shepherd)

yeah i know this one's an exceedingly obvious choice.

elias: barn owl. jonah: eurasian eagle owl.

it's the institute logo! it's him! barn owl for elias specifically because of its very sleek look, designing him went fantastically. also, i can make the eagle owl's face disk work as a mimicry of ben meredith's muttonchops, which i think is a fun design bit to give to magnus.

gerry: domestic dog (black doberman)

certified gerryguy @/gerrydelano's choice. to quote a discord message from 3 years ago (sorry ron): "i feel like.........my INSTINCT is some kind of canine because like. the whole symbolism thing about being either an obedient or rabid dog. something something muzzled all your life. being a dangerous figure if people only see the silhouette but you just want scritches and nobody'll get close enough to you." black dog symbolism + breed which has ears cropped and tail docked, unecessarily molded for a Purpose which the dog has no say in

annabelle: white-booted racket-tail

sort of my original choice- she used to be part white-booted racket-tail, part anna's hummingbird. kept with the racket-tail cus it's fun and very cute. i've had a couple people express surprise that she wasn't a spider, but i think that's way too obvious. hummingbirds, though- they steal the webs of spiders to use as material to make their nests, but can sometimes become trapped in the webs and eaten by the spiders themselves. which is probably the metaphor-via-fursona-assignment i'm most proud of in this whole list

jane: cabbage white

the cabbage white is a butterfly whose caterpillars are routinely parasitized by the parasitoid wasp the white butterfly parasite. in case you're not familiar, parasitoid wasps lay their eggs on (usually) caterpillars, which hatch on the still-living caterpillar, devouring it from the inside before eventually emerging from the consumed husk of the host. also, i really liked the image of parasitoid wasp larvae emerging from an adult butterfly, rather than a caterpillar.

michael: spiny softshell turtle

for michael and helen, i wanted to choose animals which were, in some way, their own home. turtle is an obvious choice- and spiny softshells are a favorite of mine, and sufficiently strange-looking.

helen: common hermit crab

see previous entry. also please google "hermit crab without shell"

oliver: black vulture

bit of an obvious choice, but i adore vultures so i had to. black vulture chosen because i think the monochrome color scheme + straighter face work better than a turkey vulture for him

peter: risso's dolphin

i really like the idea of a cetacean for peter and the lukases as a whole, a famously social animal for the seemingly contradictory nature of this lonely-but-huge family, plus with so many cetaceans being endangered getting that lonely angle (risso's specifically are not, though, as peter is lonely through his own choice, not by circumstance).

mike: caelestiventus hanseni

it's a dimorphodont. he feels like a pterosaur to me, and i like the idea of a vast avatar as a usually short-flying arboreal species, for the unnaturality/contrast of it.

jude: black kite

black kites are one of the species of kites known to intentionally spread fires by picking up burning sticks to flush out prey.

agnes: ???

the only one i'm still undecided on. will update.

nikola: stealing major's carousel horse

i can't top that

jared: american dog tick

great choice from @/magnusarchivememes. Takes Your Blood And Gets So Big

breekon&hope: Hog and/or Bear. you get no more information

vaguely russian animals that are large and imposing but remain somewhat generic. which is the hog and which is the bear is not consistent.

dekker: mouflon

dekker has very much mammal vibes to me. the mouflon is a neat species of wild sheep. i think the noble, imposing but kind image of the ram works well for dekker as that sort of true-good hero figure, and mouflons in particular are very nice looking with good shapes. the statement giver in distant cousin describes dekker as "though he was slightly shorter than I was, it seemed like he towered over me." which i think this sheep works well with.

gertrude: great tit

i wanted all the main eye avatars as birds, just like how i give them all glasses. just a fun little treat for me. great tit was chosen for gertrude as a kind of classic british bird, and as tits in general are VERY fiesty despite their round and adorable appearance. i really like this image of a great tit posing with a dead mouse like it's a hunter with a trophy deer. the cheek markings also work really well to bring to mind the image of old person jowls.

leitner: domestic cat (persian)

vibes. also i like the idea of him as a spoiled domestic animal. if i remember correctly, this was also @/ofdreamsanddoodles' suggestion

manuela: gray long-eared bat

she's a bat. what's to say. WELL actually okay there's the perception of bats as blind but actually having quite good vision which i think meshes in a fun way with the dark, and the way manuela does her sciency stuff.

rayner: olm

i mean, yeah

salesa: sea otter

largely design-oriented, suitably scruffy. ocean animal with strong social bonds, it was a slam dunk soon as i thought of it.

simon: dodo

how couldn't i, come on.

[shira-cosmic-star]

Hi 😎

Last time I got struck by nostalgia and re-listened to the zombie song and (of course) it reminded me of Ren (the brain rot is strong) bc of the whole zombie/horror movie thing

So i thought I could ask u for some hc with either zombie!mc x Ren, Leo and Ritsu or the opposite with them being zombies 🫠🫠 thank u in advance 🫡

You’re a Zombie!? 

Tags: Comedy, GN!Reader, and Fluff. Inspiration from the song and an anime called “Zombie Saga” 

Warning: Small gore, nothing too graphic, gun violence, body parts removed or fallen off, 1,854 words

Before Darkwick: 

When Mc first came to Darkwick, they decided to keep one thing a secret. It's a huge secret too. They’re a zombie, Mc died a while back but doesn’t remember how they died. All they know is when and how they had found out. Mc met a strange man. This man has quite a loud voice too. This man is a scientist who brought them back to life. Though, they aren’t the only ones either. He had done this several times. Successfully too, before they joined the ghouls. They lived with the other Zombies. Mc would consider them family since they can’t go back to their original family. The scientist known as, “Father” now. Has made sure that if Mc and their siblings goes outside. They have to wear makeup and pretend to be, “normal.”

Father had forbidden any of them from leaving the house without makeup to cover their rotten flesh. Then again, makeup all over their body wasn’t all that comfortable. Yet, each of them has grown costume to it all. Father was also extremely protective of them. He’s extra when it comes to his personality, but he cares for each and every one of them. He also has rules set in place for them. No going out at night, avoid all types of water or anything that takes of the makeups, don’t talk to cops or strangers without him present, and if you are going somewhere, he needs to know where and when. If the outside world knows about zombies' roaming around. All hell will break through and each of them will be taken. 

This was extremely hard on Mc and the others when the news was broken to them. It was hard to fathom that they were dead. None of them remembers how they died. Well, now some of them knows but Mc doesn’t remember how they died. Father has told them that one day they will remember. He didn’t tell them himself because he simply couldn’t. When they do remember, he tells them that his and their siblings will be there for them. 

So, as time goes on. Mc lives their life the best they can. Now they were on campus, at Darkwick. Things moves so fast that sometimes Mc wishes that time would freeze. First, they were going home on a train, then they were attacked, now they are at Darkwick assisting the ghouls. Mc first debated if they wanted to tell the ghouls that they are a zombie, but they were afraid of what the school would do. They were also scared of their friends' reactions too. So, to keep themselves safe. They kept it too themselves.

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Ren: 

The first time Mc’s secret came out, it was when they were helping Ren with the water anomalies. They knew better, they totally knew better. It was one of Father’s rules, stay away from anything that can wash up the makeups. Yet, they really wanted to see the aquatic anomalies. Ren needed to feed them. So, as he went to get the foods. They stayed put near the water. One of the anomalies wanted to play. It started to make little bubbles as Mc watches. They laughed while watching the cute thing. Mc wanted to pet the little dolphin’s head. Yet, they knew better. They were tempted, while biting their lower lip and hugging their knees. They ended up giving up and reached out to pet the dolphin. However, they ended up slipping and fell into the water. They panicked as the makeup on their body washes up. Now their dark grayish blue skin was visible. They pulled themselves out of water.  

As they crawl on the dry ground. Ren had come back with a bucket of food. Ren had come back with the grubs for the aquatic anomalies. In shock, he drops the bucket as he stares at Mc. Since the makeup has been washed off, a huge stitched up scar on their face was now visible. The scar starts from the top of their forehead on the left side of their face. Then it runs down over their nose to the right of their cheek. Ren sees how different their skin looks too. Its darker, like a light gray with a tiny tint of blue. But that's not all that freaks him out. It was the fact, your foot with the shoe had come off. Mc hasn’t seen Ren yet, nor hears him. They reached out to pick up their foot that was floating in water. Then they popped in right back on like it was nothing new to them. 

“A-AHHHHHH!” Mc jumps from the scream and quickly turns around. They see Ren and tries to get him to calm down. 

“Ren, I can explain! Please stop screaming!” They desperately, begs him to calm down. Once he calms down, he demanded answers. So, they sighed and took a deep breathe. They patted the spot next to them. He sits down and Mc tells him everything.  

“So, that’s that, you’re not going to tell the school, are you?” They asked, fearful that he would tell the school. But he shakes his head no and rubs the back of his neck. 

“No, I won’t say anything. This will be our secret. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.” He reassures them, causing them to smile and laugh softly. 

“Thanks Ren, I owe you one.” 

“Just don’t pull a limb off in front of me. At least try not too...” He tells them, he’s cool with seeing it in movies. Though in real life, it’s different. The real-life sounds, the sight of it. Yeah no, he isn't a fan of it. 

“You mean I can’t lend a hand?” They spoke jokingly as they take off their right hand. 

“ARGGGHHH!” He screams again, Mc pops their right hand back on. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I won’t do that again!” 

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Leo: 

Once again, Leo needed Mc to help him listen to Alan’s and Tohma conversation. So, there they were. Sitting on the couch, right next to Leo. Completely bored out of their mind. Leo has been holding their hand for nearly an hour. Mc was starting to grow bored by the minute. They tried scrolling through their phone to keep them busy. Yet, nothing grabbed their attention. Mc needed two hands if they wanted to play their games. They tried watching TikTok or YouTube, but they forgot their earbuds. 

They sighed heavily as they rolled their eyes. 

“Quit moving, you’re distracting me.” 

“Leo, I’m bored...” Mc whines impatiently as they pout. He ignores them and continue what he is doing. After a few more minutes. Mc starts to think about what to do to keep them occupied. Then, it hits them. Why not freak him out? He’s only holding one of their hands. Mc can easily slip away. So, slowly they start to remove their arm that Leo was holding. Leo wasn’t paying attention to Mc much. He was scrolling on TikTok as he listens to Alan’s and Tohma conversation. 

Slowly, Mc was able to slip away and slide of the couch. All without Leo knowing. They have always wonder if the ring would still enhance the ghoul's stigma with their arm being detached. Some of the ghouls already knew that Mc was a zombie. So, they shouldn’t be surprised if a limb or so, pops off. Right? 

Well, after they slip away from Leo. They head down to the kitchen where Sho is. They have told Sho what they did, and they shared a laugh. Sho have asked them to take Leo’s lunch to him. And so, they did. Upon arriving back in the room where Leo was. They stand beside him and tells him, they brought lunch. 

Leo looks up from his phone, see Mc, and then looks at his hand; holding theirs. He sees their hand in his, but that can’t be? He does a doubletake and realized by their grin. That they have removed their arm to sneak away. 

“Very funny NPC.” He rolls his eyes as Mc laughs little by his reaction. They sat back down next to him and still doesn’t place their arm back on. 

“Well. you did ask me to lend a hand” They joked, and Leo glared at them for their lame joke. Secretly finding it cringy in a funny way.  ----------------(o゜▽゜)o☆-------------

Ritsu: 

Ritsu and Mc needed his captain to sign papers again. Unfortunately, Taiga was in a mood. Not a good mood, a terribly bad mood. Mc and Ritsu had tried to reason with him. Yet, all has failed. Taiga ended up pulling out his gun and points it at Ritsu and Mc. 

“Get lost, you’re pissing me off.” He spoke in an indignant voice. Taiga’s eyebrows lowered and knit together, his jaw tightens and his lips curls into a frown. Whatever happened, has really set Taiga off. Once again, he tells them to leave. Ritsu, takes a step closer to him and tries to negotiate. Then, a gunshot was heard. Ritsu, didn’t have enough time to activate his stigma, though. He doesn’t feel any pain? Ritsu had open his eyes, only to see Mc. Shielding him from the bullets that were fired. 

In shock, he sees that Mc had a gun wound on their left arm and upper chest. He thinks that Mc was going to die or bleed to death. Yet, they didn’t collapse. Mc was still stand, they turned to Ritsu and ask if he's okay. 

“I’m alright, but what about you? What were you think?” He turns the questions to Mc. He was filled with worry and questions. How are they not bleeding? Aren’t they in pain? Why would they jump in front of him like that? Are they stupid and reckless? So many questions came across his own mind. Mc quickly grabs his hand, and they dash out of the room before Taiga strikes again. 

“Mc, tell me what is going on?” Ritsu demands answer, he feels confused. Not a feeling he likes to feel. He always finds an answer, otherwise it’ll bother him until he gets an answer. Mc nervously shuffled their feet on the floor as the thwittled their thumbs. 

“Well...” And so, they explain what is happening to him. About them being a zombie, on why there isn’t any blood, why they aren’t in pain, and any other questions he has. He was fascinated by what Mc is telling him. 

“A zombie, that would explain things. So can you remove any parts of your body?” He asked Mc. His eyes hold a shinning bright look, he even wrote down a few details of the answers to his questions. Mc smiled and nodded their head. They reached for their head and pops it off of their body. His eyes widen from the scene. 

“I can still talk if I lose my head” Once again, they joked with a cheeky grin. Maybe being a zombie wasn’t so bad after all. 

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[ohmyamor]

Siren!Wooyoung

inspired by this little thought I had floating around a while back :)

w.c.: 3.1k

warnings: kind of yandere? obsessed wooyoung, attempted and successful drowning

the sea has always called to you, for as long as you can remember

silent beckonings to come closer, to explore it and rid yourself of your mortal troubles

and as much as it scared you, these feelings intrigued you all the same

you know you're not supposed to feel this pull

if anything, the other villagers and even your own mother have continued to drill inside your head the dangers of the water

not only of the sublime waves that are forces to be messed with

but other things that lurk beneath the surface

your mother is one of the sea's biggest cynic

ever since she lost your father to the waves years ago, she seems to hold a grudge fiercer than anything else in her life

no one really knows what happened to your father

you all lived a humble, yet comfortable life due to his job as a fisherman

every morning at the break of dawn he would finish his morning coffee alongside your mother before giving her and you a kiss goodbye and heading out to sea

he was always joined by at least one other fisherman, one of your longtime neighbors and a trusted family friend

one day, the friend was unable to go out with your father

an ominous storm had blown in suddenly overnight and the friend, due to his wife's begging, opted to not go out into the gray waters

he suggested that your father not go either, saying something about an eerie feeling emanating from the waves

but your father politely declined, claiming he had a family to feed and besides

he was never a fan of superstitions anyways

and so he left one dark and cold morning, giving your mother a heartfelt kiss on the lips and you, an affectionate kiss on your forehead

that was the last time you had ever seen your father walk out the door

since then, your mother vehemently forbade you from going anywhere near the sandy beaches

she wouldn't even allow you to stand across the street and look out into the sea

"nothing good lurks in those waters" she scolded every time you begged her to go

and so eventually, you gave up trying to convince her

as the years went by and you continued to age, you focused less on changing her mind and instead focused on helping her with anything and everything you could

with your father gone, it was difficult to make means ends, but not impossible

your mother took care of most of the finances on her own, but you helped with deliveries and any grocery shopping

the village was quite a ways away, and with your mother's slow aging, it was simply a better choice for you to make the journey rather than her

but what she was unaware of

was how you would take advantage of slower days and sneak out to the sandy beaches

although you had stopped asking for permission to go near the ocean, that didn't mean it ever left your mind

besides, it was always better to ask for forgiveness than permission

it's simply unexplainable, the peace and longing you felt when you sat on the cold sand and stared out into the waves

peaceful, yes, but also like there was something calling to you

and so you sit, knees tucked close to your chest and head resting peacefully on your arms

your eyes are closed, taking in the breeze and salty air that invades your senses

why the village hates the ocean so much, you'll never know

you're unsure of how long you stay sitting there, blissfully unaware of your surroundings

the only thing that snaps you out of your small doze is the sound of splashing water

blinking tiredly, you bring a hand up to gently rub your eyes

you scan the water in front of you to see if maybe some dolphins or sea lions have perhaps made their way to this part of the beach

but all you see is calm water

frowning slightly, you continue staring, hoping that something will appear and make sense of the splashing that you heard

but nothing appears

sighing, you pick yourself up off the ground and stretch your arms above your head, taking this as a sign to head home

as you gather your small basket and begin your trek to back to the pathway that led you there

you remain blissfully unaware of the eyes that peek out from beneath the waves

-

Wooyoung has been watching you

creepy? maybe

but that's none of his concern

technically, he isn't supposed to be anywhere near the surface

he knows this

he knows this rule like the back of his hand

and yet, Wooyoung has always considered himself a pioneer of sorts

a trail-blazer, if you will

there's a whole other world outside of the murky waters he and his family reside in

and it would be such a shame to act like there isn't

his family disagrees, of course

"humans want us dead Wooyoung. They're not our friends" his father had chastised him

"but why?" Wooyoung can't help but to argue back

"what have we done that makes them hate us so much?"

his father had only shaken his head

"exactly. they're humans. they need no excuse to inflict horrors on those different from them"

Wooyoung never liked this answer

"we use our voices to sink ships. What makes us so different?"

and this is where the conversation always ended

with an exasperated sigh and flick of his hand, Wooyoung's father demanded he get out of his sight

Wooyoung thinks to himself that doing this, going up to the water's surface, is just one small way of getting under his father's tail

and so he continues to sneak away from his family and friends as much as possible

swimming gracefully to a secluded area of the water's surface where he can expose himself to the outside sky

it works, for a while

until one day, he makes his way to the top and when he brings his head out of the water

he spots something

or someone

sitting in the sand

almost as quick as he broke the surface, he dives back beneath the waves, wincing as he hears the splashing of the water

he can't really see the figure as well with his head underneath the water, but he can make out a blurry form standing up and raising their arms before turning to walk away

seizing his moment, Wooyoung carefully pokes the top of his head out and watches as a young woman walks away from the sea

-

you forget quite quickly about the odd splashing

not that it bothered you much in the first place

the ocean is a wonderful, terrifying thing, and you're sure it was the sound of waves crashing or a fish coming out of the water that caught your attention

it's not until a few days later that you can return to the sea

your mother had fallen a bit ill, and rather than risk leaving her side in fear that something worse would happen, you opted to forget about the ocean for a few days to help nurse her back to health

but now that she had recovered, you were eager to return to your secluded spot

this time, you bring a blanket

the sun is shining today, and combined with the cool salty breeze and the sound of seagulls in the sky, you believe it would be the perfect opportunity to take a nap

so, you finish your errands quickly and make your way to the seaside, gently setting out the blanket and removing your shoes before laying down beneath the sun

inhaling deeply, you cannot help the smile that takes over your face

this is nice

your eyelids do not hesitate to fall shut and you lay there for quite some time, relaxing under the comfortable heat of the sun

it isn't until you hear what sounds like faint singing that you abruptly sit up

straining your ears, your eyes flick around anxiously to see if you can spot anyone

there's no one

and yet, you can still faintly hear singing

it's then you notice that you can no longer hear the gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore

nor can you hear the seagulls in the sky

besides the singing, it's oddly quiet

an uncomfortable feeling worms its way down your spine and without hesitation, you begin to gather your things

promptly making your way up the path, you can't help but send a questioning look back towards the water

what was making the noise?

-

Wooyoung truly didn't mean to scare you off

really, he didn't

but after the first time he caught a glimpse of you on the beach, he couldn't help but be curious

after all, you are the first human he's ever seen

and so, for the following days after his first encounter with you, he continues making his way up the surface

he just needs to see you again

it's disappointing at first, the way he makes the long and annoying journey past his family and up to the surface only to not see you anywhere

but Wooyoung is persistent if anything and he has the feeling he will see you again

so he waits patiently, checking in day-to-day to see if you've returned

and finally

you return!

Wooyoung is quite happy when he comes to check in on your beach only to find you laying down comfortably on the sand

he can only make out so much from a distance, but from what he can see, you look quite content

initially, Wooyoung is fine with watching from afar

but then he gets this sudden itch

this urge to see you closer

and so he swims closer to the shore, closer than ever before

but it just isn't close enough

he sighs, frustrated, at how you seem so close yet so far away

when an idea strikes him

he knows that technically he shouldn't be using his voice to lure you in

after all, humans have been known to kill sirens for their voices for eons

but other than his voice, Wooyoung has no other way of getting closer to you

so he ignores the warning voice in his mind and slowly opens his mouth

he sings, just loud enough for you to hear, but not to pin point his location

he watches as you sit up and look around confused

and he can't help the little prick of satisfaction when you glance for a second in his direction

he stops singing when he sees you get up and begin packing your things

and while he is a little bit disappointed to see you go so quick

he can't help but grin at the plan that begins forming in his head

-

you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a nagging urge to go back to the beach

you just couldn't wrap your head around the singing

where exactly was it coming from?

you know for sure there wasn't anyone in your village who was heading to the beach

everyone was always too scared to even step foot within a five mile radius of the water

perhaps someone from out of town?

but your village hardly ever received visitors

there's only one way to find out you thought to yourself as you gathered your small basket and bid your mother farewell

walking out the door and down the street to a place that was most familiar

once you found a good place to settle down, you laid down your blanket and settled in

breathing in deeply, you admired the view before laying down on your side

one of your arms rested underneath your head and you closed your eyes, waiting

a few moments later, you began to hear singing again

the urge to sit up was incredibly strong, but you fought against it

last time I sat up, whoever was singing stopped. I don't want to scare them off

furrowing your eyebrows slightly, you remain laying down

the singing began to grow slightly louder and as it did, you found yourself melting into the blanket beneath you

the sounds of the waves and the feeling of the blanket slowly faded away

you were hardly aware of just how heavy your body felt and how murky your mind had grown

then, the voice stopped

inhaling sharply, you sit up and look around quickly

still, you saw no one

but the feeling was there again, the feeling of eyes watching your every move

clearing your throat, you let out a small, "hello?"

you hold your breath, anxiously awaiting a response that never comes

sighing, you once again gather your stuff and head home, unaware of the hour that had somehow flown by

-

this trend continues on for a while

you head to the beach after your errands are done in hopes of catching whoever was singing so beautifully

only to never see a single soul

except today is different

you tell your mother as you leave that you'll be back soon, kissing her cheek goodbye and exiting the house

you lay your blanket down and rest, not completely lying down but instead remaining seated upright

sure enough, a few moments later, the voice appears once again, singing louder and much clearer than ever before

you can't help the way your eyelids flutter shut and your body gently sways to the words

words that you do not even understand, but make the same fuzzy feeling appear in your brain

you allow yourself to be carried away by the beautiful song and do not bother looking for whomever is singing

except

you're snapped out of your haze when you feel freezing cold water hit your shins

gasping, your eyes snap open and you look down

you've somehow made your way away from your spot near the back of the shore and you're now standing in the water

you fall backwards slightly, anxious and unsure as to how you managed to make your way over here without even realizing it

you watch as the waves come up and barely skim your feet before retreating back

shaken and slightly out of it, you hurriedly walk away from the beach, leaving your basket lying in the sand

when you get home, your mother is quick to rush out of her room and towards you

"where have you been?" she almost yells, her hands on either side of your arms

"I was running my normal errands," you reply, unsure as to why she seems so anxious

"(Y/n), it's been hours since you left!"

your heart freezes

"hours?" you echo

your mother nods

"you're never gone this long! I thought something had happened to you," she frowns, running her finger along your eyebrow

"lord knows I can't handle losing you too," she whispers

you frown, guilt sinking into your chest at how much you seem to have worried her

"I'm sorry mom, I promise I'm okay. I just lost track of time," you tell her

she stares into your eyes for a few long moments before sighing and releasing you

"Just please be more careful honey"

you nod, watching as she walks back to her spot over the kitchen stove

how did I not notice how much time had passed?

-

you stay away from the beach for almost two weeks this time

it drives Wooyoung insane

he knows he had gotten quite bold last time, using his voice to lure you ever so close to the water

but he couldn't help it

observing you from afar wasn't enough

he needs you closer

so he waits anxiously, tail flicking nervously and sharp teeth nibbling at his salty lips as he waits day after day for you to return

and when you do finally come back, he knows what he must do

Wooyoung watches with focused eyes as you settle into the sand, farther away than normal

he frowns a bit at this, not liking that after all his hard work, you've gone back to square one

but he's quick to shrug off this annoyance

he has a plan and nothing can stop him

Wooyoung waits a few moments to let you settle in before opening his mouth

he allows the sweet sounds to release from his throat and carry themselves to where you sit

nothing too direct, yet

he just wants you to relax

and when he sees that your eyes have once again fallen shut and you allow yourself to be swept away by his song

he sings louder, with more intent

Wooyoung watches hungrily as your body slowly stands up and ever so gracefully makes its way closer to the water

as he watches your feet approach where land and water meet, he begins to sing even louder

he learned his lesson last time, and he was going to make sure you don't wake up before he allows you to

time goes by agonizingly slow as Wooyoung watches your body wade through the water

it rises from your ankles to your hips to your midsection before finally, the water has reached just below your chin

Wooyoung can't help the victorious grin that makes its way across his face

he fights the urge to stop singing and swim closer to you, but he knows that's not the plan

instead, Wooyoung ducks under the water and swims backwards slightly

his throat is beginning to hurt ever so slightly at the way he has to project his voice, but he knows it'll all be worth it

finally, Wooyoung can see your head come underneath the waves

and only then does he stop singing

Wooyoung watches your eyebrows furrow and your eyes fly open, fear as evident as the sun rays coming in from outside

you flail around helplessly, legs kicking desperately and arms moving around to try and find something, anything to grasp onto

all your movements have your air running out quicker than ever and Wooyoung can't help but feel a little pity when you open your mouth to breathe, only to swallow water

you struggle valiantly, he must admit, but the sea is not friendly to your kind

he watches as your eyes begin to fall shut and your limbs move slower and slower, before stopping altogether

it's only then that Wooyoung swims up to you, gathering your limp body gently in his arms and beginning to swim away

as he swims, he looks fondly down at your beautiful features, features he's only ever been able to admire from afar

the sea may not be kind to you, but Wooyoung will be

after all, he's all you have now

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

two fics in one week?? who am i lololol it's bc my semester is basically done :) hope you all enjoyed this, I had a lot of fun writing it!

[brsb4hls]

Good Omens Spoilers:

I'm off work now and can sort my thoughts a bit.

So far I've seen only positive reactions and some posts complaining about criticism (which I have not seen in itself).

I very much feel there's something missing in the discussion.

I'm not gonna spoil people's fun and I certainly will enjoy fan stuff, but I cannot stop being pissed.

And it's not about wether Aziraphale reciprocates Crowley's feelings and if they are a canon romantic couple or not.

That's not the point. The point also isn't dolphins, it is that I feel that Gaiman perverted the original core of Good Omens.

He might have done it for angst and a dramatic build up and he might resolve it if there will be a third season (which cannot be guaranteed, so THAT ending could be what we have to live with), but whatever the reasons, he did it and it leaves a bad taste.

To me the point of Good Omens always was that heaven and hell as a strict and rigid concept were equally horrible.

The 'good place' so to say was always earth.

And being a human on earth was about being accepted with all one's quirks and also making one's own decisions.

If I remember correctly those points are mostly made by Adam (who actually is the main character of the book, it just has so many colourful supports you wouldn't notice).

So Aziraphale and Crowley fit way better on earth, because they're both too unique for a rigid corporate structure.

They already are their own little team even if Aziraphale sometimes displays a holier-than- thou attitude and needs Crowley to remind him what he would loose, if earth were gone.

So they both defy their respective bosses to keep the niche they carved.

The first season of the show manages to keep that core statement despite changing the characters up a bit.

And it ends like in the book, with Aziraphale and Crowley fighting the system and winning, being free.

And now it's all set back and actually made worse by Aziraphale willingly going back, as long as he's in charge.

In the show, Aziraphale was bullied by his superior and now takes his job. He thinks he can change the oppressive system from the inside instead of abolishing it altogether, or staying clear of it, because it is 'toxic'.

And yes, I did notice that tiny bit of blackmail from Metatron regarding Crowley, but after all that happened THAT should have given Aziraphale a clue about what he is getting into again.

He also doesn't seem to suddenly know his best friend of 6000 years anymore.

Crowley never had a problem with being a demon. He had a problem with how hell treated him.

And a problem with how heaven reacted to asking questions, which is a thing he loves, so why would he want to go back?

On earth, Crowley was completely ok with doing minor mischief and performing demonic magic.

And Aziraphale technically knows that, but he tries to drag Crowley along for purely selfish reasons. And on top he seems to think that as a demon Crowley is not good enough anymore.

And that completely goes against the point.

The point that has been made very clear before and made book and parts of the first season so great.

Gaiman let the system win.

(and pull Aziraphale back in after he successfully got out. That's like someone taking back their horrible job at the factory that pays minimum wages and pollutes the environment as long as they're forman).

[fluentmoviequoter]

Fake It 'til We Make It

A/N: I wanted to join @omgrachwrites 's 2k celebration! Congratulations on this achievement; here's to 2k more!! I hope you like this and thank you for letting me write something! I went with the "Fake Dating AU" prompt (It's not exactly an AU, but I hope it turned out okay)!

Summary: Dalton tells Chris he has a girlfriend, so he enlists some help to convince Chris it's true. He's left wondering, "What if it wasn't fake?"

Warnings: a little bit of angst, sarcasm, fluff, takes place after The Red Door (2023), Disney reference. 2k+ words.

Since Dalton closed the red door, Chris insisted on helping him “get out more.” As far as Dalton can tell, she drags him along when she wants to do something. 

Chris graciously allows Dalton to accompany her to a café a few minutes from campus, then asks him to order for them while she finds a table. After placing the order, Dalton finds Chris flipping through her notebook at a corner table. Dalton sits, pulls his sketchbook out of his bag, and taps his pencil against the blank sheet as he waits for inspiration or his name to be called, whichever happens first.

“I got you a date,” Chris says, not looking up from her notes.

“What for who?” Dalton asks.

“I got you a date,” Chris repeats with a sigh. “To take to your art show.”

Dalton tries to think of a response, but his mouth moves faster than his mind as he says, “I have a girlfriend, Chris.”

Chris looks up, and Dalton fights to keep his surprise from showing.

“What? Since when?” she asks.

Dalton’s name is called, and he jumps up, thankful for an escape from the conversation. He gets in a short line to pick up his order and Chris’s, then turns around, looking directly into the prettiest eyes he has ever seen.

“Excuse me, sorry,” you say, stepping back to allow him to walk by.

“Wait. Uh, I’m Dalton. This is weird, I’m sorry. My friend tried to set me up on a date – I don’t know why I’m telling you this – but I stupidly said I have a girlfriend…”

“And now you need a fake one?” you ask, smiling.

“Yeah. Pretty much. Exactly,” Dalton stutters.

“Are you asking me?”

Dalton opens his mouth but doesn’t speak, so you raise a hand to his forearm, laughing as you lean closer.

“I’m sorry. If you are asking, I’ll absolutely help you out, Dalton. I promise to be the best fake girlfriend you’ve ever had,” you say. “I know exactly what to do. See the lanterns, get you back to the castle, and part ways as unlikely friends.”

“What?” Dalton questions.

“Disney reference. I see we have a lot of work to do,” you answer, laughing.

“Dalton?” Chris asks as she approaches. “Who’s this?” she adds, pointing to you.

You say your name, shaking Chris’s hand while your other remains on Dalton’s arm. “His girlfriend,” you add after your name.

“Oh, you’re coming to sit with us,” Chris exclaims, wrapping her arm around you and leading you to the table. “Get the food, Dolphin,” she calls over her shoulder.

When Dalton returns to the table, he pulls your chair closer to him, wondering why he thought this was a good idea. Chris knows him better than most people, and she will see right through his lies.

“Where did you two meet?” Chris asks, the beginning of her third-degree interrogation.

“Here, actually,” you answer, slipping your hand into Dalton’s as you look at him. “He came over and started talking to me. Then I made a stupid joke even though I could tell he was nervous. He was so sweet, even after that, so I knew I needed to lock him up.”

Dalton’s hand squeezes yours, a silent thank you for reading him so well and incorporating his personality to make the story believable. He answers a few questions he knows you can’t and is surprised when Chris hugs you before leaving.

“You two enjoy some time together, I’ll see you later, Dolphin,” Chris says as she stands. She looks at you and adds, “I will talk to you at the art show tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much.” Dalton sighs but doesn’t take his hand back from you. “I did not think she’d believe us.”

“Maybe we’re more believable than you think,” you say, winking at him. “But if you’re not with me tomorrow and she asks what your favorite color is or something, she’ll know I’m not really your girlfriend.”

Dalton nods. “She doesn’t know either.”

“What do we do to seem like a real couple?”

“We could stay here for a while; talk about things couples should know,” Dalton suggests, looking at your joined hands.

“Sounds good. And we’re off to a good start; I already know that you’re an artist, you don’t seem like you walk up to girls in cafés very often, and you’re handsome.”

“Can you say that one again?” Dalton asks, a teasing smile on his face.

You lean close, inches between your faces, and repeat, “You’re an artist.”

Dalton smiles and shakes his head, raising a hand to your neck. “I think we look like a real couple.”

“If only that were enough to convince Chris.”

Several hours later, when Dalton has shared more with you than anyone else, you walk out of the café together. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, boyfriend,” you say. “And don’t be nervous, everyone can see your talent.”

“Thanks,” Dalton responds. “See you tomorrow, girlfriend.”

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You can’t remember the last time you were this nervous. Standing outside the dorm building, you tap your thigh to get rid of some energy while you wait. The door opens, but you don’t look up until a pair of shoes stops in front of you.

 “You’re wearing a suit,” you observe as you look up. “You look amazing.”

Dalton looks down, letting his hair hide his face. He extends a hand to you, pulling you closer. “You look amazing, too. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, Dalton.”

He keeps your hand in his as he leads you to the art building, talking about the pieces he has on display for the show. You hang on to his every word, nearly forgetting that this is not a date, just a favor.

The main corridor of the art building is filled with tables, and people are milling in and out of classrooms. Each room has a sign over the door with the theme and the artists displayed within.

“You made it!” Chris says as she walks to your side, looping her arm through yours. “Dolphin, your professor is looking for you.”

Dalton smiles and nods at you, letting his fingers slip from yours as he walks away.

“I can’t believe Dalton didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend. Tell me everything, I need more dirt on that dude.”

You laugh and let her lead you down the hallway as you speak. “I think he was going to introduce us tonight; he just wanted to be sure about me from what I can tell. You’re his best friend, so your opinion means something to him.”

Chris snorts before gesturing to a sign requesting silence as she enters a classroom. Crystal displays hang from the ceiling, reflecting prisms of light all around. Someone in the corner manipulates the shadows, creating different shapes as the prisms move.

A pair of hands find your waist, and you jump before recognizing Dalton’s cologne. You lean back against his chest, smiling as Chris pretends to gag. Exiting the room, Dalton asks to borrow you.

“Do I get to see your art now?” you ask excitedly, setting your hand on his where it rests on your hip.

“Yeah. Sorry I had to ditch before, someone actually wants to buy one of my pieces,” Dalton says.

“That’s amazing,! Congratulations!”

He leads you into a classroom, and you pull your hand from him as you walk past him. His art draws you in like a portal to a different world. There’s a picture of the café where you met, but it looks like it’s the only light on a dark street. Your attention is focused solely on that piece until someone clears their throat beside you.

“Hi. I am Professor Armagan. I saw you enjoying this piece, the artist will be glad to see someone enjoying it.”

“Oh, yes. I’m actually here with the artist,” you answer, smiling shyly.

“You must be the fake girlfriend. Dalton spoke with me, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” she says, patting your arm and smiling as she walks away.

Your smile and your joy fall in tandem. Part of you had hoped that Dalton was enjoying himself as much as you, and maybe he’d ask you on an actual date at the end of the night. That hope is crushed by the fact that he asked his professor to go with it. 

Are you not the kind of girl Dalton goes for? Is it unbelievable to everyone but Chris? Chris seemed convinced you were a good fit, but was she lying to be nice?

You are drawn from your thoughts and growing panic as Dalton says your name, linking his fingers with yours. Looking away from the drawing, you look into his eyes quickly before looking to the floor.

“Are you okay?” Dalton asks, dropping his head to look into your eyes.

You clear your throat and shake your head before looking back at him. “I’m fine. Sorry. I really love this one.”

"I drew it after we..." Dalton begins to speak but is interrupted by someone asking if he’s the artist. 

You tell him you’ll be with Chris before walking out. You walk into the next classroom, looking at the landscape paintings as your mind wanders back to Dalton.

“Hey,” Chris says as she walks in. “I did not think an art show would be this hectic.”

You laugh and nod in agreement. “I was expecting a bunch of museum types whispering about the composition, not people arguing over who gets to talk to the artist first.”

“You and me both.” Chris laughs. “Dalton has been talking to people all night, he’s going to be silent for a week. You know how he is.”

“Can’t blame him for preferring silence to people constantly telling him everything,” you say quietly.

Chris looks at you intently, and you worry she will call you out for lying about who you are to Dalton.

“You’re perfect for him. Does he talk to you every day?”

 “No,” you say with a smile. “But sometimes you can learn more about someone by what they do in the silence than the words they say.”

“Attention! Thank you so much for coming. The displays will be closing in five minutes. If you are interested in buying a piece, the official sale will begin tomorrow at 7 a.m.” Professor Armagan says.

Dalton appears by your side, wrapping his arm around your waist. You lean against him without thinking, turning to face him and matching his smile.

“I’m gonna head out, my roommate mentioned a party if you want to come, Dolphin,” Chris offers.

“Hard pass. Thanks for coming, Chris,” Dalton says.

“Of course. I’ll see both of you?”

Dalton nods, but you can’t bring yourself to lie again. You and Chris could become friends, but not after you fake-dump her best friend. The crowd thins, and Dalton speaks to one of his classmates on the way out while you send up silent wishes for tonight to end differently than planned.

On a quiet sidewalk, you separate yourself from Dalton’s side and turn to face him.

“So, this is it,” Dalton says. “We made it. Thanks for being such a great fake girlfriend.”

You nod, wishing this was the beginning and not the end.

“Seriously, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“No thanks necessary. You’re a pretty good fake boyfriend and a great artist, Dalton. Let me know when your next show is, and I’ll be there. Unless Chris plans to kill me for dumping you.”

You hug him quickly, kissing his cheek as you pull back. Walking away, you feel like you just got dumped and don’t know when or if you’ll ever see the guy you’re falling for again.

Dalton doesn’t even notice how dark it is getting as he watches you walk away, willing himself to run after you. But the deal is over, and you’re walking away.

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It took a few days, but you managed to return to your favorite café to study. You focus on your notes, trying to keep your eyes from straying to the spot where you met Dalton, just a few feet away. The bell over the door rings, but you don’t look up from your drink and papers. Someone approaches your table and rests a hand on the empty seat beside you. Preparing to tell them to take it, you’re surprised to see Dalton standing before you.

“What if it wasn’t fake?” he asks, smiling as your face lights up.

[aphroditesswan]

pink dolphin sunset

stoner suna rintarou x latina stoner reader 

warnings : weed usage, mention of lighters and smoke cuz well,, it’s weed. implied underaged smoking also terrible google translate spanish cause i didn’t grow up latin i grew up filipino so i’m a no sabo kid 😭🙏 

notes : book of life ref if u haven’t seen it go see it NOWWWWW. all lowercase is intended btw.

summary : suna had invited you on a date, just to lounge around and smoke in his car late at night and wow, how could you ever possibly refuse that offer?? 

genre : mostly fluff i think 

suna was always plain faced. he always had this look in his eyes that could only be described as empty but not in the sad way, in the way that there simply wasn’t a thought behind those dark, almost beady eyes. 

well, except for when he looked at you. 

the eyes that showed nothing but boredom would suddenly soften at the mention of you, at the sight of you, at hearing your voice or even catching your eyes in a brief meaningless glance across the room. 

you don’t even know how you got here. you’re sitting in the front seat of his car, some tory lanez song playing cause you shuffled his playlist, one he totallyyy didn’t make in advance for when this happened, talking and sharing a bong with a bowl that’s been packed maybe ten times. 

it’s safe to say the both are high and throughly dumbed out. suna’s ignoring the vibrating messages from his pocket, only staring into your eyes as he holds the light to the bowl to light it up for you like any good man would do. you wait, sucking up the smoke once the time comes, throwing your head back to make a couple ‘o’s with the smoke. it’s the best you can do for now, a bit too focused on the lovesick eyes the man in the drivers seat is giving you.

it’s not his fault you’re nothing but perfection in his eyes, he can’t help but admire how nice you look sitting in the passenger seat of his sleek black challenger with the seat of his black fabric on the passenger seat covered with the fluffy thulian pink colored cushion he had bought just for you once you agreed to do this with him. he had been practically waiting, begging any and all gods above for this moment since he heard from your best friend and the annoying atsumu that you smoked. 

he was so focused on your pretty face that he hadn’t noticed you took the lighter from him, taking another hit from the bong while he was distracted. as you went to take yet another hit, he snapped out of his daze and narrowed his eyes at you. 

“aw come on, with all you’re smoking you owe me some weed. plus, it’s not your turn. hand it over, pretty.” 

he held onto the bottom of the bong, smirking a bit as he gentle took it from you, searching the cup holders for the small lighter when he looked up and saw you holding it with your index and middle finger out to him. he snatched it, both of you rolling your eyes at the behavior of the other but really he was soooo entrances with you. he lit the bowl up, sucking up the smoke and inhaling, turning his head to blow it at you who blew straight air back at him and swatted his second hand smoke away. 

“so you can blow all your smoke in my car but when I blow back at you, ‘s a problem?” 

“I never said it was, estúpido. I just don’t want you blowing your dank ass smoke en mi cara.” 

the side of your lips pulled into a small smirk as she leaned sideways toward you, smirking up at you as he tilted his head down. 

“you know… I think ‘s sooooo nice hearin you speak spanish. can’t understand a think y’ say though.” 

you stayed silent as you looked down at him with narrowed eyes, a giddy smile tugging at your lips upon hearing his words. 

“mhm… go on…?” 

“cocky now, are we sweetness? i’d say… you just sound sooo much more… magnetic. don’t get me wrong, hearing you speak normal is hypnotic in itself but something about the natural you voice when you speak spanish… it’s so much better.” 

“maybe you should learn if you’re so desperate.” 

“will that win you over? or was book of life too much for you to handle still.” 

“He died for her!” 

“n’ came back to life, pretty thing. I can’t do that. trust me, if I could I would for you, doll.” 

“aw how sweet, hand me the bong.” 

He chuckled a bit as he handed the bong back to you, the bowl nearly empty now. he lit it up, and you repeated the motions from earlier, except you blew it in his face this time. 

“wowwww, how mature of you.” 

“why thank you rin, i try.” 

he takes it back from you yet again, setting down the now empty bong in a cup holder. 

“sooo… what’s the plan?” 

“ion know,, what you tryna do?” 

he jokingly moves the drivers seat back, smirking a bit but behind it was a stupid, giddy smile. as he goes to put his hands behind his head, you hit him in the arm to which he breaks his front and laughs out loud, leaning away from you and holding his hit arm. 

“ouch, that hurt you know. maybe you should be on volleyball instead of me, huh sweets?” 

“i swear there’s something so wrong with you. estas absolutamente loco.” 

“not my fault you’re so pretty.” 

he shrugs, putting the seat back into its original position and his hands on the steering wheel as he stared at the small empty gas station a couple yards from the car. you two were parked at the very end of the small parking lot, music blasting and smoke spilling out of the slightly open windows of the small sleek black car. 

maybe dates with the ever so “stoic” suna rintarou weren’t so bad.

FIRST FIC JITTERSSS AAAAA i gen hope you guys like it this is like my first fic in so long that i’m actually proud of and i hope this gets me more confident and helps me write more :DD