#he is a centimeter from homelessness

[waittheydontloveyou]

I can’t even write out wtf is happening via text right now but like Imma need everyone to take a step back and stop like falling in ‘love’ immediately upon meeting bc Jesus Christ like I cannot handle it

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to write where Tommy finds out he has a step-daughter from Lizzie’s confession (her daughter was born long before Lizzie became a prostitute and hid her pregnancy), but her biological father has full custody. He is curious about his step-daughter, sets out to find her, and ends up wanting her for himself.

Warnings: stepcest, dubcon, smut, creampie, age gap (reader 18, Tommy in his forties), daddy kink, tommy being a shit husband🤣, some choking

thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

“Tommy I just don’t know about this. Why is he here?! He’s a dangerous man and I hadn’t planned on seeing him ever again! The egotistic, sharp tongue bastard..” Tommy had never seen Lizzie in such a frantic state. She was pacing the kitchen biting her nails, her brain scattered with memories from her past lover back in high school. He was now a powerful banker who laundered money, and abused his position by making the rich, richer, never fighting for his people but against them.

Something seemed off, his wife was always well composed even when something bothered her, and this he could tell was bothering her. She’d never admit it but she was scared of him, he knew something about her Tommy didn’t and she was concerned her husband would look at her differently.

Downing a glass filled to the brim of red wine, she pulled out a cigarette while Tommy sat in a chair, thumbs rubbing together while his eyesbrows furrowed together.

“What does he have over you eh? It must be something for you to be drinking at nine in the fucking morning with Ruby here.” She scoffed, blowing smoke into the atmosphere. She had to tell him, what choice did she have? He was meeting with Hector tonight for business, and she loathed it immensely. When she wasn’t sitting down, Tommy stood up stopping her in her tracks, giving her no option but to look into his piercing blue eyes. He could tell she was on the brink of tears but was holding her heavy emotions back, or trying to at least.

“Take a breath and talk to me. I can’t help you if you’re hiding something.” His eyes searched her worried expression for an answer, hands settled gently on her arms.

Contemplating her decision, she caved.

“I have a daughter Tommy. A fucking daughter can you believe that? I knew Hector back in school, we were lovers and he lead me to believe he’d always be there. That was until I became pregnant with Y/N. I was overjoyed at first but when her first birthday arrived I was having a bad night and-“ She stopped for a moment, sniffling and wiping at her nose. Tommy nodded reassuringly that it was alright for her to continue.

“And I fucking came home drunk and found him fucking another girl. I lost my shit as any woman would, and-and I stupidly pulled out a gun and fired, I nearly killed my own fucking daughter. She walked into the room behind me and the door startled me, I missed her by hardly a centimeter. He then filed for custody, had his whore of a mistress as a witness and I fucking lost. He left me without money, without visitation rights, I was homeless and desperate for money. I haven’t seen her since…She should be 18 now, a full grown adult can you believe that?” Tommy wiped away one of her tears caringly, no judgement present in his sapphire eyes. 

“We all have bad days eh? Why didn’t you just tell me?” She fell to the chair, weeping hysterically. She thought to herself, ‘God woman pull yourself together this was almost two decades ago’. Tommy still stayed unphazed, an idea etching his brain.

His thumbs caressed her shaking hands, taking a seat and watching his wife fall apart the worst he’s seen her. He was Tommy fucking Shelby, surely he could find Y/N for her.

“Love, look at me. I could find her eh?” Her breathing seemed to steady as she patted her heated cheeks with a tissue.

“You would do that for me?” Tommy shrugged like the proposal was nothing. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult after all the other fuckers he’s had to deal with and figure out their patterns.

Within a week Tommy had your location but hadn’t told Lizzy just in case you weren’t willing to come. After traveling for three hours, here he was in his black suit standing at the doorstep of a brick apartment building just outside of the city. 

Cars aligned the sides of the road yet no one was really outside. Clearing his throat, he knocked at the door.

“Coming! Hold on!” He raised his eyebrows, your voice still sounded young for a eighteen year old girl. Surely daddy’s money paid for you to be able to afford a place of your own but hell what did he know. Yeah he did his research before coming but Hector did well as a father and keeping your profile low considering his business dealings, but not low enough for Thomas Shelby.

When you opened the door in nothing but your silk pjs, chewing on a piece of candy, the chilly wind blew your hair wild while your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

Surely this couldn’t be Lizzie’s daughter? She was too damn attractive.

“Do I know you?” Your arms crossed from the cold air. The tall, mysterious man was dressed more formal than most people you knew aside from your father. He had a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and smelt of cigarettes with a hint of cologne that wasn’t too powerful.

“Do you always answer the door in your pajamas? You never know who might be on the other side. Can I come in? I’m a friend of your father’s.” Shrugging, you walked back inside leaving the door open for him. Silly girl, clearly your father has never taught you to never trust strangers. Tommy couldn’t help but stare at the way your ass jiggled with each movement in the snug blue fabric. Lapping his tongue over his lip, he checked his surrounding before following you in and closing the door behind him.

“Tea?” Tommy waved you off, politely declining before taking a seat in the kitchen while lighting a cigarette, spreading the tip over his lip before lighting the flame.

God you were a cute, devilish little thing. He could tell with each delicate step on the newly put in floor you were going to be trouble. Such smoothe, youthful skin. Especially the way you strutted around him, breasts bouncing with each joyful movement.

He was more than interested to see where this might go but business was needed to be had first. When you took a seat beside him, his eyes diverted from your body up to your innocent, enticing eyes. God even the way you batted your eyelashes was making him shift his growing shaft in his seat beneath the table.

“I’m Thomas Shelby from Birmingham. I’m here because your mother just recently told me about you.” You stopped chewing, wiping away the milk that was now dripping from your chin. The white substance sending filthy ideas to Tommy’s mind. Shit he had to focus.

“My mother? Who are you her husband?” When he didn’t respond, merely raising his eyebrows and making a clicking sound with his tongue gave you the answer you were in search for.

It was fascinating to him how suddenly the subject of Lizzie seemed to silence you. Your lips turned upside down into a frown as you cleared your throat looking toward the window instead of at Tommy’s frigid, introspective stare.

Offering you a smoke, you declined, arms wrapping around yourself as you changed the subject, wanting to avoid the anxiety this situation caused you.

“Mr. Shelby, if this was the only reason you came out here I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I just can not face her. Not after she abandoned me. If she loved me she would have put in an effort long ago. Is there anything else I can help you with?” With your avoidance of the topic, you stood up but could still feel his eyes on you as you discarded the dirty dish into the sink.

Replenishing his cigarette, he sat with his hands folded when you returned to the room, his posture straight with determined, curious eyes. Unsettling you slightly yet you were unable to look away.

“This is going nowhere so I’m just going to get to the point. Do you want to fuck Y/N?” His bluntness left you speechless, eyes growing wide. Yes he was very attractive, the palpable tensions growing stronger when he stood up from his seat and began inching toward you, circling and stopping at your backside. His bulge now pressing firmly against your ass.

His fingers touched your thigh, grazing over the sensitive skin lightly while his lips rested behind your ear. “Have you ever had a man satisfy you love?” His fingers inched further up into your pathetic excuse of shorts, hand resting on your heated mound, your wetness having stained through your panties. He caressed the eager area gently leaving you stood frozen in your tracks. Gulping back the nervous thoughts, you shook your head no. He circled over your sex, massaging the untouched skin while he placed a soft, chaste kiss beneath your ear.

“Your mum and dad wouldn’t have to know. You seem like a smart girl, surely you could keep a secret eh?” His free hand tucking itself underneath your shirt, grazinf over your naval. As he ascended up, shivers of anticipation riddled your spine, an aching sensation, a dire need washing over you when he grasped your breast, fondling the cushiony skin greedily, fingers twisting and pulling at your hardened nipple lightly.

“One thing I’ve learned is resisting temptation only escalates our most desirable wants and I know a young girl like you, you’ve had to hold back for so long haven’t you love?” His fingers dipped in between your heated folds making your eyes fluttered closed, head falling back onto his broad shoulder involuntarily.

Tommy couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having euch a young, pretty girl that was supposed to be forbidden so easily desperate at the slightest touch of his fingertips.

When he pulled out his digits, you breathlessly whined from the sudden emptiness unexpectedly. He had you right where he wanted you.

“All you have to do is say yes Y/N..” Fuck you knew this was wrong, but his alluring scent and seductive yet intimidating blue eyes only increased the moistening of your cunt.

He could feel your heartbeat thud eratically, the trim of your waist wriggling from anticipation against his hardened member, all the young, intense thoughts he could imagine driving through your mind.

In the heat of the moment you turned around in his arms gracefully, hair flowing innocently, the strawberry scent being the last thing Tommy inhaled before your plush, delicate lips clashed against his. 

His large hands held your cheeks softly, deepening the kiss with each passing second, tongue delving in and intertwining with yours. He tasted of cigarettes and mint, like a man should of his demeanor.

Effortlessly, he swoopped you up beneath your thighs, skin slapping against the wooden table when he set you down.

His hands grazed the delicate curves of your body, grasping at any and every part of you while the strap of your shirt descended from your shoulder, Tommy’s lips instantly connecting to the warmth of your neck. Leaving hickies on your neck, wanting people to know you had been taken.

Your hands fumbled with his leather belt, making him smirk in between the pursing of his lips.

“Eager are we love? Knew that innocent act was merely a facade.” 

Peeling off your shirt, he ripped off your thin excuse of bottoms, revealing your dripping cunt, slick leaking our of your untouched rose onto the surface. Tommy felt his cock pulsate when it was released, slapping against his abdomen. 

Your teeth bit down on the skin of your bottom lip, lashes batting desperately for him.

“Is my step daddy going to fuck me nice and hard?” Tommy scoffed before positioning himself between your thighs, his cock plummeting into your explosive heat, walls already feeling as if they were squeezing his shaft from how exceptionally tight you were.

“Ah, fuck…” The pain was present but the feeling of being so stuffed, an empty void filled from his large member was overwhelmingly pleasurable. The sight of you so breathless with your eyebrows furrowed initiated Tommy to have little to no regard for patience, needing to take you right here and right now.

When he pulled out he pounded right into you, causing your hands to almost lost their balance on the table, boobs bouncing with each powerful thrust. 

“How’s that for nice and hard sweetheart?” Before you had a chance to respond, his nauls dug into the smoothe skin of your hips while he rutted into you, hitting your cervix relentlessly, needing to feel that sweet release inside of you.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, your back fell onto the table, fists curling at the edges while your eyes glanced down, lips agape at the sight of your step father bottoming out in you. His fingers connecting at your throbbing, pulsating clit rubbing fast but sensual circles into the sensitive area.

“Daddy…” Your voice was hoarse, on the verge of cracking from the overstimulation, only egging him on more.

Balls slapping against your skin with each impulsive blow, your hips rolled against him in unison, grinding down until you felt the texture of his partially unshaved hair, needing every singular inch of his cock buried in you.

His eyes never left your vulnerable body, focusing on how with each movement your body responded positively, feeling the warmth of your hot nectar coating and warming his length.

You were beautiful, sexy, breathtakingly attractive displayed beneath him, lips parted lustfully as he devoured you.

“Are you going to cum for daddy hm? Cum all over me cock, my little whore.” The degrading words stroke you in a fulfilling need, a building desire bubbling inside you. You felt like a dirty little secret, having sex with an older man who happened to be your step father, so wrong yet felt so, so right.

His frigid touch sent chills down your spine when he wrapped his large hand around your throat, holding you down while he continued to pump in and out of your dripping cunt, watching how your pussy was so willing and eager to take him.

You were close, so close to your climax.

“Ke-keep going. Harder..” You barely managed to muffle out from the grip he had on your neck. His frigid, cold eyes staring at you with a animalistic expression, a sly smirk on his face.

Your wish was his command. The entire table shook beneath you, a glass vase falling off and shattering on the floor while your eyes fluttered back. 

His free hand grasped your breast, clutching the cushiony skin when he felt your toes curl around his waist.

“Go on love, don’t hold back. Show me how that pretty pussy feels… Cum for me.” Within seconds your lustful, loud moans were filling the room as you came undone, your sweet nectar flowing like a river down onto Tommy’s cock. The beautiful, euphoric reaction of your high not allowing him to wait any longer. His seed spilling out into your pussy, shooting sporadically against your walls painting your insides white.

When he pulled out he looked at the work of art, watching his cum leaking out if you before pushing it back inside making you mewl from his touch.

“There, there. You’ll be alright. I have to get going, your mother is expecting me anytime now.” You pouted in confusion, unsure if you were to ever see Tommy again. He noticed the fret in your expression and made an offer.

“I don’t want any of these fuckers touching you. I have the money and your mother doesn’t have to know I could buy you your own place in Birmingham. A safe property, not too far from me but not close enough your mum would ever figure it out. How does that sound darling? I could offer you anything and everything you ever wanted, including me cock anytime you want…” This was a big decision and maybe you would have been thinking more clearly if he hadn’t just fucked you senseless. Agreeing to the terms, he nodded, gathering his belongings and kissing you gently on the cheek. Before he could leave you stopped him.

“Wha-what are you going to tell my mum?” Lighting a cigarette, he blew the smoke from his lips.

“Don’t worry she’ll never know I found you, but if you change your mind. I have her number. She’s not a bad person, your mum just think about that eh? All the information you may not know. Life lesson one from a step father to his daughter, always know both sides of the story, only way to play the game your way.”

When Tommy drove home Lizzie was pacing once more with a dire need to know if her husband had found you or made any progress.

“Well, what did you find out?” Tommy shook his head no, causing Lizzie to frown in sadness, feeling on the brink of tears once more though this journey always seemed to end the same, absolutely nowhere.

“Dead end. Maybe one day she will come around eh?” Lizzie was filled with sorrow, going to her coping mechanism of having a glass of whiskey and a smoke. Meanwhile Tommy was adjusting himself beneath the desk, reminiscing your sweet scent and the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock, fucking perfect you were and within a week you’d be moved out here, 45 minutes away. A drive he was willing to make for his newly found step daughter.

[hungryforjay]

after hours ✦ nishimura riki

[g angst, bsf riki, confessions]

✦ smoking terms: “joint” + “jay” is a rolled marijuana cigarette, “cherry” refers to the end of a joint/jay (the red/fire that leaks smoke) “rolling tray” is a tray you use to roll a joint, to “pull” a joint is to suck it as you inhale so “pulling” means you’re taking a hit, “roach” is the remains of a joint that’s already been smoked.

✦ i tried to make this as genderless as possible, as i do with all my au’s. the pictures might be misleading but it’s more for the aesthetic!

“you sick of me yet?”

the lighter flickered a few times before igniting, the wind pushing away its attempts and pulling your hands to form a barrier around his.

he lifted the joint to your lips and grounded his finger against the gear to light the end of it, you pulled on his go. a faint taste of blueberry hit the back of your mouth as you inhaled and exhaled, eyes stuck on riki’s who eyed the wandering flame.

“sick of you? ‘m sick of everyone,” you mumbled and snagged the joint, fingers brushing his as you took another drag and watched as the paper burned.

he hummed, leaning back on the step and setting the lighter on his thigh. the porch light only did so much, you couldn’t see anything but yourselves and the rolling tray with your contents. the breeze let you know of the trees that were there up ahead, the rustle of the leaves against each other, the wind chimes dangling from the house lining.

you’ve known riki since you were fourteen and since then him and his family have long known of your family issues. the moment you turned eighteen you put your hands on your mothers boyfriend after he attempted to grope you after a shower, and in result you ended up homeless in the street with nothing but a towel on and a broken heart on your sleeve.

it was bordering week three of your stay in riki’s home.

his folks were nice enough to let you crash, acting as a set of parents you never had, and to show your gratitude you cleaned up your act. you kept the house tidy, you walked the dog, hell you even spoke nicer to riki during the hours when they were awake.

after hours was when the real you came out.

exhaling another puff, your wrist bent backwards towards riki, handing over the jay.

the summer heat was like no other. humidity licked at your skin, coating your lungs as you took a sharp inhale that formed into a nasty cough. a rough and calloused hand rubbed your lower back in small circles, slow and comforting.

“you sure that’s not gonna change?” riki muttered, the smoke wafting centimeters from your face.

with eyes teary and red rimmed you looked back at him, he who avoided your gaze by staring at the firefly crawling up the step below him.

he always did this.

communicate useless worries of you abandoning him like everyone else did. the only time you’ve come close to leaving him was when you both were fifteen, the friendship still fresh and vulnerable. you didn’t know how to communicate then but you know now, because who knew how to when they were fifteen?

how does any teenager know?

your hand found its way to his knee, knocking the lighter down in favor of your fingers resting there. he took another hit and put the joint besides the ash tray, the smoke from the cherry still burning.

“i don’t want you to take this the wrong way. okay?” you finally spoke, words sounding foreign rolling off your tongue.

you were out of it and you were sure riki was too. your body felt farther than it was and your eyes kept darting from thing to thing to make sure you were still alive.

“riki…you’ve done so much for me, so so so many things that i couldn’t ever imagine happening for me but it has because of you. your heart is so large, i’m—i’m so blessed and privileged to be able to feel its embrace and i’m thankful everyday that i get to wake up next to someone who loves me so much and values me in their life as i do them.”

word vomit. word vomit. word vomit.

“and that’s not the only reason why—do not take this the wrong way i do not love you just because you give me things. i love you because you are you. i love your smile and i love your laugh. i love your god awful food combinations and your never ending attempts to make me try them. i love when you play songs on your keyboard and i love your voice when you sing me songs you wrote,” your hand jumped away from his knee as a tear threatened to release, you quickly swiped it away.

you looked at riki for the first time since before the speech, and you couldn’t tell if his eyes were red because of the high or because of you.

“i love you and i will never leave you. ever.”

because you’ll never leave me. ever.

overwhelmed, you stood up with the sudden urge to find a bathroom and cry until you got over whatever the hell you just spewed. it was true of course, and that was the problem that it is true, you’ve barely even said those words to yourself before let alone outloud.

before you made it to the door his hand reached and gripped onto yours, forcing your body to pivot back into his. you eyes bore onto riki’s, his face getting inches closer as he stood fully, slowly, until he towered over you with squinted eyes that trailed down to your lips.

your rising heartbeat reached your ears and your body vibrated with each pump, you hoped riki couldn’t notice, you prayed riki didn’t notice. your senses were heightened times ten and for the first time ever you regretted smoking because why could you feel everything—every emotion swirling in the pits of your stomach threatening to spill through your mouth.

he opened his mouth and his breath hitched. with a free hand he ran through his unruly bed head, gaze flickering elsewhere for a few moments until he landed back on you.

oh shit. oh fuck. oh shit.

the wind chimes clanked against each other in the wind. you scrunched your toes against the floor of your sandal, trying to ground yourself, trying to feel real.

“i love you and i’ll never leave you. ever.” his whisper was the last thing you heard before he moved in closer, pink lips slotting between yours in a deep and hungry kiss.

you leaned back, eyebrows furrowing and throat humming in his as your lips moved against each other, devouring, starving. his hand slid under your jaw and his thumb pulled the corner of your mouth down to open it up more, tongue slipping and pushing into yours.

riki was a man of few words, only going on tangents when he was really passionate about something.

he must’ve been really passionate about this.

you hadn’t realized you were moving ‘til your back hit the screen door, bouncing riki’s lips off yours but he chased after you like it was the last time he’d ever taste them again.

weed. peach tea. a faint taste of caramel candy. all from riki’s mouth. all from yours. bitter and sweet, like your relationship to each other.

a groan slipped past your lips as his hand found its way to your leg, lifting it and pressing it into his side, his body pressing deeper into yours.

it was impossible to think of anything else but riki in this moment, but the blinking light directed over the door had you pushing him back. he hummed, confused, lips pouting and glistening with spit.

you jerked your head over to the security camera and brushed off your clothes. you had half a mind to feel embarrassed, the other part still riding off the high of hormones and marijuana.

he nodded, out of breath just as you were and reached down to grab the half burned joint, damn near a roach at this point.

“finish this in bed?” he mumbled, grabbing your rolling tray with the same hand.

smiling, you nodded back, cheeks red and warm, eyes red and shiny.

a/n broke my 6 day t break clap if you care

[leighsartworks216]

Hey what if- what if Astarion was found by a Cleric, on the night he was beaten a centimeter from death? What if the cleric goes around at night to help homeless people and heal strays and stuff and finds him and runs over and immediately dumps all of their healing into him? What if he sees their face, frowning in determination, eyes closed as they focus, hands pressing on his chest, just before he loses consciousness? What if they carry him to their home and take care of him? What if Cazador never fucking gets near him

[emilsendo]

Tokyo Revengers [preferences]

Type: Fluff

Warning: Male reader, G/N reader, Tall!male/GN reader, bxb, Shorter!Character, fluff, (Idk what else xD)

Author Note: In general, I apologize to those who were waiting for One Shot, but honestly, I was too lazy to do it and I forgot that I even had this application xDD So I'm giving you preferences, which I hope are good. And there has been a slight change in my block, I will write Smuts but only for characters 16+ or 18+. Not 15 and under that age.

Their reaction when you're taller than them. PART 1

Manjirø Sano:

It's not a challenge to be taller than him, but to be 2 meters and how many centimeters? Mikey thought you were some kind of giant.

In the first moments of your acquaintance, he wouldn't like you because you looked like you were everyone's enemy due to your height and appearance. But when Mikey got to know you better and noticed that you had a great personality, the boy loved you just as quickly as he disliked you.

He thought you were an interesting type of guy and wanted to know as much as he could about your past and you. Mikey didn't know why, you just had something about your personality and looks that piqued his interest.

However, when your relationship reached a higher stage after some time (I bet after a few weeks, at most 4 months), the blonde would use your height as a playground because he would climb on you every now and then and want you to carry him. Draken was then SUPER grateful that you existed because he didn't have to take care of Mikey so much.

Sometimes he would scare his opponents with you while talking to the other gang, because something that the other leader of the gang do irritated him.

And the last one. He cuddles up to you all the time, sleeps on you, sometimes sits on your lap. He just treats you like a big teddy bear (I feel sorry for you because this mf behaves like this even in public👀)

Ken Ryūguji:

Ken is used to looking down on everyone because usually HE is the big guy. So when he saw you, a six-foot and several centimeters tall boy, the blond boy felt a little threatened.

He didn't trust you at all at first, he thought you were a very suspicious guy, as if you were about to take a gun out from under your blouse and shoot the shit out of everyone. (Draken, chill out dude 🙄)

Your conversations were mainly based on exchanging a few words and then silence for the rest of the time. (very awkward feeling🌚👍)

but after some time, of course, you learned to communicate together, in fact, you both had a lot in common! Draken liked you very much, he wanted to spend more and more time with you.

As your relationship progressed, Draken felt a little embarrassed when you held his hand in public. The blonde hates affection, especially when you show it to him in public. (Sometimes he even hits you on the back of the head when he's in a bad mood, and you're begin clingy to him)

However, if you are alone, Ken loves to cuddle with you. (I know, hard to believe👀🙌)

Draken loves kisses on the forehead, I don't know why, but it makes him feel safe.

Baji Keisuke:

This bitch attacked you as soon as he saw you 💀 He wanted to check if you were strong or just pretending to be. Well.... He found out.

You actually defeated him in one move because your height helped you. Baji hated you at first, he wanted to smash your face against the wall. But after a while he liked you (After 4 days when he saw you feeding homeless cats.)

After this event, he liked you very quickly. In fact, even from that moment on, he started to have a slight crush on you, of course, he never wanted to admit it. (Mainly because he was a bit ashamed that he fell in love with someone he wanted to send to the hospital...)

When your relationship moved to a higher stage, Baji became very jealous of you.

When some guy came up to you and wanted to ask for directions, Baji thought he was flirting with you, so he hit the guy as hard as he could, and then you had to force him away from the poor man. (Baji later apologized to you for his behavior)

His mother was a little afraid of you at first and thought you would hurt her son. (She doesn't know yet that it's more Baji that has a bad influence on you lmao)

But then Ryoko liked you A LOT, she thought you were a nice boy and she wanted your relationship with her son to last as long as possible. Because she saw how much Baji's eyes light up when he sees you, how much the brunette loves going out to the park with you because it makes him happy, how much Baji is lost in thought almost every day when he eats dinner with his mom because he thinks about you. His mother is happy that her son has finally found someone he cares about in hundred procent.

Baji often invites you to his place to help him study. (But it also often results in both of you ending up having a make-out session. Nothing more, so don't get your imagination too wild young fellow.)

Kazutora Hanemiya:

The boy didn't waste any time and immediately started talking to you, he thought you were worthy of his attention and he wanted to get to know you better.

Kazutora often invited you out at night to get into trouble with the police and fight with some guys. You even have a special attack where Kazutora is on your shoulders and then jumps down on the opponent and hits him with his leg. He fell down a few times and started screaming things like, "It's all Mikey's fault! Mikey's fault!!!".

As your relationship progressed, Kazutora would often randomly jump on your back to give you a kiss on the cheek. After all, you're super tall, so standing on his toes to kiss you isn't an option for him. (Because he won't be able to reach it even if he does xD)

Mf will pretend he hurt his ankle just so you can hold him and carry him all the way to his destination in your arms.

He loves you very much, so he is kinda possesive of you. It is making you sometimes uncomfortable, but Kazutora tries to hide this side of him just for your comfort.

[fipindustries]

"ok no, this is unacceptable" said disgust.

"why? what's wrong?" asked fear, perking up immediately.

"look at her room! just look at it!"

Disgust pressed a few dials on the console and Riley slowly turned her head around.

The girl was on her bed, with her cellphone a few centimeters away from her face. From that vantage point they could all see the mess strung all over their college dorm. clothes forming piles on the floor, empty cans on most available surfaces, her invisiline was out of its package, dripping on her bedside table and most of her notebooks and textbooks where scattered across her desk in complete disarray.

"it's not just unhygienic, it's stressful to look at!" continued disgust.

Embarrassment twiddled his fingers over a couple of buttons as a form of silent agreement.

"exactly, what the big guy said, we have to do something about this"

"really we should probably be studying right now, i mean the test is in a few days and if we don't pass the test then we might end up failing the entire course and if we do that we might end up kicked out of the school and we won't be able to get a proper job and we'll be homeless and then..." Anxiety was winding herself up as usual until Joy started gently rubbing her tuft of orange hair.

"alright, alright, we got your point Anxiety" cooed Joy "thank you very much, and you both are completely right, we are going to feel much better once we start doing something about this, so, let's get cracking!"

the emotions cracked their conceptual knuckles and went to the console. And yet when they started pressing buttons there was barely any response.

"huh?"

Disgust pushed a lever and it did nothing.

"what is going on?" asked Fear, more confused than anything.

Disgust, with a huff, unlatched a couple of safety pins, deactivated some safety regulators and pushed the lever a far as it could go.

"non"

the entire console glowed with a deep purple as a loud buzzer dinged from the speakers to the sides.

"Boredom? what are you doing?"

Everyone in the room turned toward the lady with the pointy nose lounging on the sofa.

"I'm taking control of the situation" she said, not taking her eyes away from her little pad.

"what do you think you're doing lady?" asked Anger, walking towards her.

"I'm saving energy" she said, still tapping away.

In the screen it could be seen that Riley had gone back to her cellphone, where she was scrolling over her social feed, occasionally giving a like to a post or replying with an emoji to a comment.

"what do you mean saving energy?" asked Sadness.

"all the things you are proposing are boooooooring" said Ennui dragging the word dramatically as she slid from the sofa to the floor. she didn't bother getting back up again.

"aw come on, don't see it like that" insisted Joy "it might seem boring but we can try making a game out of it, if we put on some music, try to clean and dance at the same time or something" as she talked she kept trying to manipulate the controls but every time they did they kept getting blocked by the purple glow.

Embarrassment once again pressed a single button, wordlessly. that at least got an answer but was a fairly muted one.

"hey kid" said anger getting all up on Ennui's face "i don't care how 'Bowguing' it is, we cant. sit. on. our. ass. all. day. doing. nothing." he emphasized every word with a poke of his index finger on the tip of Ennui's nose "so this is what we are going to do, we are going to put down the cellphone and we are going to clean this mess and then we are going to study like the responsible adults we are supposed to be!"

"NON, YOU DON'T GET IT"

everyone in the room took a step back. Ennui was not someone given to strong responses.

"this is my job!" she said as she slinked her way upright and started stalking towards the console "I'm the one who makes sure Riley stays engaged and motivated through the day, I'm the one who decides when something is worth our time or not... look at that display!"

She pointed at a small screen tucked away in a tiny corner of the control panel. Everyone got closer to it, to get a good look. On the display they could see a neon sign of a small battery which seemed almost empty.

"this thing works on a battery?" asked Anxiety

"Oui! that is her available energy, the amount of motivation she has through the day, my duty is to make sure that thing never runs out, when battery saving mode is activated my commands take priority"

While this conversation was taking place a phone rang at the back of the room.

"i'll take care of that" said Fear.

"uh, what happens if it runs out?" asked Anxiety.

"we shut down" declared Ennui, portentously.

"we go to sleep?" said Joy "that doesn't sound so bad"

"non! we shut down! we become unable to do anything at all for the rest of the day, or worse, we might even have a freak out, and we all know how that ended last time"

everyone was quiet for a second.

"i... i already said I'm sorry" muttered Anxiety.

"so" said Ennui standing in front of the console and spreading her arms over the buttons "for the time being, we are only going to do things that don't consume energy, and hopefully something will charge the battery back up"

"what, this?" said Joy incredulously, waving her arm at the screen of the console room, which showed the screen of Riley's cellphone, which showed a meme about kittens "this doesn't even look fun!"

"sure it does" said Ennui, grabbing Joy's hand and forcing it blindly against a random button. The console glowed yellow for the most fleeting of seconds. "see? yay, fun"

"don't do that!" said Joy, sounding actually mad for the first time in a while "I'm perfectly capable of giving her joy myself, I'll decide when we are having fun, alright?"

"suit yourself, but if you want to give her Joy this is the only way for now" said Ennui, not looking at her.

For a monotonous while they did noting but take turns. Ennui would have Riley scroll down, Joy would press a button if they saw something mildly amusing on the social feed. Joy was bored out of her mind.

"uh, guys, we got news from the fellows at the stomach facilities" said Fear, returning from his talk on the phone "they want to know why Riley hasn't eaten yet"

"Wait, what time is it!?" asked anxiety rushing towards the console and having Riley check the hour on the corner of the screen "oh no! we missed lunch! if we don't eat we won't be able to focus on our studies at all guys! look at the schedule i made, we were supposed to be eating and then we were going to-"

"boring" said Ennui once again.

"boring!? don't you mean terrifying!?"

"yeah!" agreed Fear, from the back.

"yes! boring! look!" Ennui clicked frantically on the keyboard and a window opened on the screen. In it was a long checklist of plans and steps and actions to take, every single one had a purple stamp on it labeled "too expensive"

"i took a look at the plans you've been submitting" continued ennui "I'm vetoing them all, they are too costly, we have no budget for any of them and- not now embarrassment!"

the big pink fella was trying to reach the console but Ennui pushed him away.

Everyone else shrugged not sure what to say. Is not like the console was responding to them one way or the other, so hey simply hung back, looking over Ennui's shoulder at the battery display hoping that at some point it would fill back up.

It wasn't until two hours later that it finally got a new bar.

"ok, I'm done here" said Ennui, raising her hands and shuffling her feet back to the sofa.

"oh thank god!" said Disgust, throwing her arms in the air "now we can do something about-"

The entire console turned blue.

"oh no sadness! not now!"

"we wasted all day doing nothing!" whimpered the blue lady, covering the entire console with her snot.

"yeah" said Embarrassment, for the first time.

[glittering-moonlillie]

Damian Wayne x "villain" Reader: Part Two

Warnings: Slightly suggestive.

Summary: Damian was determined to win this game you two had begun to play. You just wanted ice cream.

Word Count: 1948

Damian furiously tapped away at his computer from the comfort of his home office. He was never one to step down from a challenge, nor was he one to lose them. This was no different. It had been exactly 37 hours since the meet he had with you, but instead of gaining the answers he so desperately needed, he only got more questions. The conversation you had with him still lingered in his mind too and every time he thought about it, his face would heat up and his body would tense. 

You were very attractive, one of the reasons why he was so curious about you in the first place. Did he know that his feelings and emotions were getting in the way of his night job? Yes. Did he care? Well, the answer was obvious. He refused to go to sleep until he knew your name, until he knew why you were robbing all these people. 

There were a few suspects he had in mind for the identity behind the person who intrigued him so much, but there was only one that accurately fit the bill: Y/n L/n. From what he could tell, you were an average Gotham civilian. You were a fashion design student at the same college he attended, which would explain the effortless detail put into your vigilante attire. You didn’t come from a place of wealth either, so you were most likely running off scholarship funds. The only problem was that you seemed too average, too nice, to be a villain. Of course, Damian has had his fair share of encounters with people who were two-sided, but this really didn’t seem like the case here. 

Damian’s first assumption was that you were stealing money for college, especially since fashion design was not the cheapest class to be taking. It was petty, yes, but plausible. However, upon looking into it further he realized that you only accepted one scholarship despite being offered at least 10 different ones. It was a Wayne scholarship, a full ride one at that. Immediately, Damian’s first assumption was ruled out. He had to dig further. 

It took a few more hours and a little help from Oracle to find an old newspaper online that mentions how you were an avid helper in community service, prominently known for spending most of your time in soup kitchens and homeless shelters. As he read the article further, Damian couldn’t help but smirk. It looks like he found his little villain. 

He quickly got dressed into his Robin costume, deciding it was time to pay you a little visit. 

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It had been a day or so since your little escapade with Robin and you still were unsure how you even made it out of there freely. Of course, you were glad that you weren’t thrown into Arkham but now that Robin was onto you, you weren’t sure when you would be able to go out again. You were confident that flirting your way out of a situation could only work once with him. 

You did your best to try and not think of the absurd way you were behaving that night but it was impossible to get the image of him centimeters away from your lips out of your head. The image had fully consumed you until you were all hot and bothered and only left thinking of what else he could do to you. 

The night was still young so you decided to grab your half gallon of ice cream and watch a silly romcom in the hopes of getting Robin out of your brain. As your feet padded across the cold floor of the cheap apartment, you couldn’t help but realize the window was open. You must have accidentally left it open. Not thinking much of it, you pulled it close. Turning back around, you opened the freezer door and grabbed the gallon. You closed it again, revealing a dark, shadowy figure leaning on the side of the cabinet next to you. A scream tore its way out of your throat, the ice cream falling out of your hands and messily landing on the floor. 

“Surprised to see me?” The figure stepped closer just enough so you could make out the shape of a cape and the glint of a utility belt. It was Robin. 

You were in complete shock, your brain freezing over. You looked back down at the floor. “You made me drop my ice cream…” You said sadly. 

Robin took a step back, his forehead creasing. “How did I drop your ice cream? You were the one holding it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have dropped it if you weren’t suddenly in my house!” The second time you said it, the more it sank in. “Wait, how are you…how did you…”

The smirk on the vigilante reappeared, stepping over the ice cream and swaggering his way towards you. “It looks like I won this little game you tried to make me play, Y/n.” He reached for your hands, effortlessly pinning them above your head against the wall. “I know the real reason why you were robbing all those houses.”

Your heart sank. “Then…I suppose you should be taking me to Arkham for my crimes instead of just pinning me against a wall.” You couldn’t help but feel bitter about the situation, letting it slip out in your voice. If you had just been a bit more careful, then maybe you would have been able to continue your operation. Then maybe you would have been able to help more people just a little while longer. 

Robin looked down at you with a confused expression, as if you had said something completely bonkers. “I just told you that I knew the real reason why you were stealing all that money,” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “Why would I put a pretty thing like you in that hell hole just for trying to help this city?”

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath tickling your neck. Having Robin so close made your heart rate nearly double. It would only take a few more inches for him to latch onto your neck. “So…so you aren’t going to put me away?” You whimpered in his grasp. 

“No.” He stated softly. “I have a proposition for you instead.” 

Robin slowly let go of your wrists, using his free hand to tilt your head up so you could make eye contact with him. At least, you tried to make eye contact with him. Only the white lids of the domino mask stared back at you. 

“Are you going to punish me, bird boy?” You whispered, secretly hoping that he would.  Images of him pushing you onto the couch or carrying you to your room and throwing you on the bed filled your mind.

His low chuckle bounced along the walls of the cold kitchen, but it was harder to focus on the temperature when his warm body was so so close to yours. “You’d really want that, huh.”

“More than you could ever possibly know.” You swiftly answered. “You know I’m a really big fan of yours, right? I think I have my poster of you still up in my bedroom if you’d like pro-”

“Are you going to let me help you or not?” You snapped out of your horny thoughts and glanced back up at his masked face. A part of you truly was embarrassed about how you were behaving when he was right there in front of you, but the more prominent side of your brain did not care. He could have thrown you in Gotham and ruined your life, but instead he was trying to hear you out, to help you. You were allowed to have some silly thoughts about him.

“Sorry, sorry, yes. I am all eyes and ears, please don’t throw me into jail.” Robin rolled his eyes, his lips twisting into a smile. 

“You just wanted to help out Gotham, correct? You wanted more money in order to buy more supplies for the homeless? How about instead of stealing it, I will give you whatever money you need to fulfill your desire to help out on the streets.” For once, you weren’t able to say anything for a few moments, not even a witty remark. You studied the vigilante's face, trying to decide if this was an elaborate ruse. 

It was disturbing how genuine he sounded. Obviously it was his job to get rid of crime and help out Gotham in any way he could, but Robin wasn’t mandated to go above and beyond for every regular citizen like this. The more you thought about it, the more questions it raised. 

“There has to be a catch to all of this.” You said. “There’s got to be.” You knew that you weren’t the most intelligent person in this room, but you weren’t stupid enough to get into a deal without knowing all the details. For all you know, this could be a scheme to use you as bait for a scarier villain. Not that you thought that lowly of Robin himself however, you were just trying to stay on the cautionary side of things. 

“You are correct. There is one catch to all of this.” The conceited look on his face only stretched further. You waited for him to continue his thought. And waited. And waited. 

“Well? Do not leave me hanging like this!” You never were the patient type, but by God this was torture. 

“You go on a date with me this Saturday.” He finally answered. 

WHAT-

Robin must have noticed the bewilderment on your face because he immediately followed up the statement by saying “Think of it as an opportunity to impress me. Unless, of course, you are all talk and no show.”

He had the audacity to wink at you.

You blinked. “I mean, I was going to ask if you were going to be dressed as a ninja or if I’m going to have to play Which guy in this restaurant is the most likely to dress up as a bird and fight crime, because I obviously don’t need to impress you if you are already asking me out, but sure.”   

Despite loving the position he was trapping you in, you managed to scoot off to the side and clean up the remnants of ice cream that was already half infused into the cheap wood flooring. In any case, it was nice to know that you won’t need to seek comfort in the dessert. Robin grabbed a handful of the napkins you had on the counter and helped you clean up the ice cream mess as well.

“I’ll pick you up from your apartment. I won’t be wearing my Robin suit since it’s only fair now that I know who you are. Does 7PM sound good for you?” 

“It sounds perfect to me, bird boy.” You stood up to throw away the mushy, ice cream soaked, napkins, your eyes still focused on him. “Just as long as I get to help out my friends at the homeless shelter. They mean a lot to me, yknow?”

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, effectively pulling you closer to him, though it wasn’t near enough to be considered a hug. “I know, that’s why I suggested it, darling.”

“Woah now, I’m supposed to be the flirty one. Let’s not confuse our roles now!” You laughed lightly. 

 “That would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?” He leaned in closer once again. “But I think someone teased me a bit too much last time and I believe she should pay for her actions.”

Robin’s lips were now brushing against yours, allowing you to briefly feel them whenever he spoke. “What do you think?” He purred. 

Instead of answering, you fluttered your eyes closed and kissed him.

I was surprised how fast I finished this since I started it late last night. I hope that lovely anon who requested a second part likes it. I decided to take some liberties with it XD

I didn't edit as much though, I am lazy potato

[forensicated]

End series 3/Series 4 problems for Yorkie

03x11 - Overnight Stay

Ken and Yorkie are shot at from a car and only end up escaping harm because they dive out of the way just in time.

03x12 - Not Without Cause

Yorkie forces a door open that has a booby trap attached. It's only sheer luck that he doesn't end up getting shot like Tom Penny did (it's the flat of the old lady who sets up boobytraps to stop her landlord getting in her flat whilst she's out)

04x02 - The Three Wise Monkey's

The CO19 arses in the back of his panda order him to speed up so they can stop a dangerous armed robber. This goes against his order from Brownlow but with them in the back of his car he complies and almost gets shot by the gunman who fires blindly back at them repeatedly. He ends up with blood on his face from minor glass cuts. However, it gets worse - the idiot CO19 officer fires at a fleeing suspect (which he shouldn't have done in the first place) right behind him - missing his head by centimeters - without giving a proper warning.

Yorkie punches him and storms off. The man's Sgt asks a shellshocked Yorkie not to report him and promises he'll discipline him when they get back to their HQ.

04x04 - Home Sweet Home

Yorkie and Malcolm try to support a single mother who has been made homeless by a heartless greedy B&B owner. She'd escaped her drunk and violent husband and had nowhere else to go. They later are reunited with her when she breaks into a councillor's home in the sad hope that he could help her. Yorkie and Malcolm are denied permission by the useless councillor to break the door down and have to call in Christine for help. When they finally break the door down it's too late. The mother has taken an overdose and despite Yorkie's best attempts to revive her, she dies before the ambulance arrives.

04x07 - Caught Red Handed

Yorkie has begun to take steroids to keep his place on the force rugby team. Jim outs him to their bosses (and puts his job on the line as it's suspected that he's taking drugs at first) and Yorkie promises Brownlow that he'll not take them again.

04x08 - Homes And Gardens

Yorkie bonds with a ND young man who has the mental age of a 7-year-old but the body and strength of a full-grown man. Mickey's father upsets him and in the struggle, Yorkie ends up knocked out cold. Panicking for his son, Mr Couzens bundles the unconscious Yorkie and his son back into the police car and drives around, panicking. They're soon found and Yorkie is fine other than bruising and concussion.

04x12 - Hold Fire

Yorkie and Ken try to help 2 passengers in a car that has crashed and is on fire. Ken's jacket catches fire and he burns his hands but Yorkie is caught when the car explodes. He's hospitalised and sedated further to have his shoulder put back in place after it was dislocated. He's seen again writhing in pain whilst asleep.

04x19 - Community Relations

Yorkie arrests a violent suspect that took four people to subdue. Yorkie himself has several scratches and marks to his face. His suspect is flying high on drugs and collapses before he can be processed and then dies. The man's family and friends kick off at front desk and accuse the police of beating him up.

04x28 - Witness

Pete and Yorkie look after a witness in a court case. Yorkie has to put up with Pete making really stupid decisions and making things harder for them rather than remaining at the Witness' house for a shift. They then end up having a fight with two men who are trying to harm the witness and one pulls a knife on Yorkie! Thankfully he remains unharmed and they arrest the men.

04x32 - Evacuation

Yorkie is manning a very busy front desk with an endless stream of people who seem to have absolutely pointless complaints. One of them is an angry woman who keeps causing trouble in the group of waiting people too and drawing attention away from the people Yorkie is dealing with. It soon comes to his attention that someone has abandoned a suspect package and the station has to be evacuated. Dashers won't let it drop and keeps digging so Yorkie threatens him with a fight when they both finish shift. The fight is forgotten when the bag is found to contain a bomb. SO13 try to diffuse it when it explodes in the officers face, blinding him. Yorkie blames himself for both the bomb being left and what happened to the officer. I've only got 2 episodes left for series 4 and neither of them fall under this category so I'm publishing it now. In series 5 he'll also get attacked by a husband who has the wrong end of the stick, then he goes undercover and ends up in danger. We then get the worst of all Kick The Puppy tropes for Yorkie with FATAC and then he's caught up in the bank raid in Don't Like Monday's. No wonder he left soon after.

What did Robert Hudson do to TPTB? 🤣🤣🤣 Or do they just like torturing those who have Smith as their surname? 🤣🤣

[silvernyxchariot]

Happy Valentine's Day. . .

Oh shit. Oh no. It's past Valentine's Day for most timezones and I didn't get to work on this until last minute. Very sad, anyway./s Prosciutto won the roulette so you're getting a Prosciutto one-shot. *insert extra feral Ghiaccio here because the wheel actually stopped on him but I forgot I wrote one for him earlier* No! You already got a one-shot! You got your chance!

Synopsis: Prosciutto trying to make amends with a gift but I also like torturing him, GN!Reader x Prosciutto, SFW

⚠️TW: profanity, blood, and death⚠️

WC: 1,608 words

Rain fell heavily on Prosciutto's shoulders. Pesci and the target were nowhere to be found. "Fuck," the target got away and he was in no shape to follow them. Guess it was up to Pesci, not that Prosciutto had zero faith in the boy. He just wanted to see his partner butcher their target. Prosciutto's hair was disheveled and falling around his neck. He wiped the blood from the side of his face using the sleeve of his black suit. His yellow collared shirt and the white lines of his blazer were stained red. "Switch targets," they said. "It'll be a good learning experience for Pesci," they said," he murmured to himself. He shouldn't have taken teaching advice from Gelato and Sorbet. It turned out this target was a Stand user.

Prosciutto looked around to be sure he wasn't being followed. Grey buildings, gloomy sky, darkness at every corner, and some homeless dog wandering around, "Get off me!" He wasn't having it today and shrugged the dog away from his leather shoes. The only thing he could hear was the shower of rain on the cement. The alleys were clear, but his head was not. His mind started to become foggy from blood loss and his lips started to turn blue from the cold night. He couldn't think properly. Right now, Prosciutto could only think of survival. He thought of grabbing some string, needles, bandages, whatever he could get because he was not going to a damn hospital. There would be too many questions.

He removed his suit blazer and wrapped it around his elbow to smash open the window of a nearby door. More blood poured out from the slash at his side and Prosciutto pressed his blazer down onto it to stop the bleeding. He grimaced and looked down as he unlocked the door to see the skin of his calf barely hanging on. The place seemed empty and the warmth from the inside of the building made him shudder from the sudden temperature change. He leaned against the wall and his breathing was labored as he made his way to the bathroom. The light flickered on with a loud buzzing sound when he flipped the switch. It was fairly well kept with some jewelry, two different deodorants, and two toothbrushes around the sink. After limping his way to the sink, he slid down on the ground with an audible thud and squelch from his wounds. He started digging through the cabinet underneath. "Dental floss, some syringe needles, and towels..." it wasn't much, but damn was this bathroom barren. He'd have to stitch himself up somehow.

The dental floss stung as he laced it through his skin. He double-checked the other wound on his calf. With the depth of both wounds, he was lucky it was only skin and a bit of flesh. If Pesci hadn't knocked him off his feet with Beach Boy, the enemy's Stand would have sliced him clean in half. "This'll have to do," he glared at himself in the bathroom mirror, "I have to find that bastard before we lose him entirely." He pulled out a watch from the chest pocket of his blazer.

12:22. . .

He needed to get this done and fast. Although light-headed and hardly able to walk, Prosciutto pulled his hair into a low ponytail with what few hairbands he had left before heading for the door. He limped each step of the way and shifted his weight to his good leg. He turned the doorknob and opened the front door just a few centimeters before it was slammed into him with the weight of a full-grown man on the other side. He grunted and felt his stitches strain to stay together. The two men slammed against the living room wall and through the pieces of the destroyed door, Prosciutto came face to face with Pesci and Beach Boy. "Pesci! What are you doing?!"

"Big Bro!?" They stared at each other for a moment until they heard Beach Boy's clicking and saw the line undulating. The target was fleeing.

"What the fuck ARE YOU Doing?! Reel them in!"

Pesci leaned back and pulled his Stand closer to him while turning the spinning reel. It was an arduous task and Pesci was sweating bullets. Prosciutto pushed his partner to the side, ducked around Beach Boy, and followed the line out the door. It looked like the line caught on something. Lo and behold, their target, a seemingly lanky man but with enough strength to match Risotto's punches, was desperately holding a dumpster like the worthless little shit he was. Prosciutto swept his hair back with one hand. He didn't have his gun at the moment, so he summoned Grateful Dead.

Prosciutto stared down at the man with cold yet furious eyes. "Stop whimpering. It's your fault for attacking us first." The Eldrich-like creature of a Stand, although affected by its user's injuries and moving sluggishly for them, latched onto the man's legs and drained the life from his body as it aged him. Each of its green and yellow eyes held a silent rage in them and it glared down at the man with a suffocating intensity. Prosciutto watched as a once youthful and vibrant face was contorted in fear and withered into bones. Slowly, due to the chilling night and running around, the man lost all his strength.

He sighed in relief and nudged the fishing line with his foot, "Pesci, bring it back. We're done here." Beach Boy's line pulled back as Prosciutto made his way to his junior. Grateful Dead closed its eyes and dissipated from sight. Around the corner, Pesci grinned and celebrated triumphantly. Seeing his partner's joy, made Prosciutto smirk ever so slightly. Not enough for the other hitman to notice though.

Prosciutto looked up to the sky where the clouds had given the moon permission to peek through. The harsh rain had subsided but still sprinkled down every so often. The blonde man pulled out his pocket watch again. 12:54. The base would be silent at this time as everyone else either had plans in the red district or was asleep, he thought to himself. Prosciutto and Pesci made their way to their shared vehicle. Despite his battered state, Prosciutto insisted on driving. He had the keys after all.

The ride back to the base was silent. Prosciutto rolled his eyes as Pesci knocked out almost immediately. "You're too soft." Almost immediately after reaching the base in Naples, the blonde man shuffled Pesci out of the car and started rolling away as if he needed somewhere else to be, but Pesci didn't question it and made his way inside the base. The younger man figured he'd start the report for his big bro after a nice nap.

At 01:34, you were woken up by a banging on the back door. Getting up off the couch, you yawned and stretched before sliding on your house slippers. You groggily walked over to the door where the incessant banging continued. If this had been a normal visit from someone, you wouldn't have had a problem with it. But at this hour, when everyone should be asleep or celebrating the night with their lovers? It made you on edge. Before even placing your hand on the door, you pulled out a revolver from a nearby drawer and pulled back the hammer. You unlocked the door during the split second in between knocks and stepped back. "Who is it?!" You didn't really care for an answer and aimed directly at the silhouette's head when it entered. Unfortunately, when you pulled the trigger, the shadow was much faster than you.

"It's me!" Prosciutto held your arms in his hands and slid them down to meet yours. He pulled the revolver from your grasp and turned on the light. He was a mere breath away from your face. Prosciutto steadily released the hammer and it clicked back into place, "If you're going to use a gun, shoot. Don't ask "who is it"."

After hearing the scruffy voice of your boyfriend, your body relaxed and a large ear-to-ear grin formed on your face. "Who's "me" though?" you asked and received a flick to the forehead. You thought it was cute but you guessed he didn't. "Welcome back," you said and enveloped his torso in your arms. He was still a little damp. From being outside in the rain, you thought, but the extra scent of iron told you otherwise. "Let's fix up your wounds, mkay?" Prosciutto's eyes softened as he ushered you deeper into the house. He closed and locked the door behind him before you pulled him to your shared bathroom.

"Before that," he tucked the revolver into his belt, "that's mine." And then, he dug into the pocket of his trousers to pull out what seemed to be a large brooch. It was silver and black but the small diamonds made a web pattern with a little purple arachnid on the edge. "You said my suit looked like a spider web. So, I got you something to match."

Prosciutto placed the brooch in your waiting hands as you looked on in adoration. "Wait, are these real diamonds?" It was a rhetorical question. Of course he'd be able to get something like this easily. You turned the brooch over in your hands to inspect it while Prosciutto sat down at the edge of the bathtub and started to expose his wounds. They had barely managed to stay together this entire time.

He gave you a tired smile. "Yeah. I picked it up on my last hit."

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I think I had a little too much fun having Prosciutto suffer from his wounds.

Tbh, that clock app kept pushing tarot reading vids to me, specifically for "love and relationships" VDay and all that yk, so I thought "why not." The reading I used as a reference was about "someone with heavy burdens remembering how valuable you are to them and how they don't want to lose you" and how "you are this person's precious sunshine." Cheesy, but it made this prompt with Hitmen all the more fun.

[the-acid-pear-ocs]

I'm reading Copper's story again so i'll give a silly rundown of it:

Copper is in the forest, he's looking for a victim of a previous ai dungeon character of mine. We dont speak of that previous guy. Much silliness ensued here but none of it is canon.

Copper follows the screams but runs into a girl who is not screaming instead just playing w a toy truck. He's very fixated on that truck. She tells him her brother died because she didnt pray enough. Copper asks meaningless questions and then leaves.

Copper walks into a man with a bandage on his head who's holding a shotgun and crying. Without second thought he simply sits next to the man, ignoring how fucking dangerous this is.

The man tells him his family, wife and son, were killed by John Wayne Gacy, whom he also calls the White Devil. Copper has no fucking clue who that is but ends up telling this man to stfu bc he's getting sick.

(A/n: By now i need to remind yall copper is a detective.)

Copper asks the man about the bandages, the man explains what a bandage is. Copper calls him an idiot and asks why he has them on, the man ignores that and instead talks about what The White Devil does (takes the form of a clown and throws bodies in bags into a mass grave). Copper asks where he can find this killer, the man tells him to go to hell. Copper gets up and leaves, he looks at the sky and starts thinking of the weather.

(A/n: now you could fairly argue the victim is in shock, and maybe even brain damaged, so the strange responses are to be expected. This is not justified as for Copper, though.)

Copper has a bit of a Harry DuBois moment, directly talking to the voices in his head. Of course, said voices were me. A very fucking tired man having to deal with this very uncooperative detective.

Copper says he doesn't want to deal with this serial killer and instead goes home. Here he casually mentions there's a zombie outbreak. Zombies are living in the sewers of Denton. However despite refusing to face a serial killer he's confident about his abilities against zombies.

Copper goes home but realizes he has none of the things needed for outside survival like a tent, a knife, food and water, money for gas or spare clothes.

These things are, however, entirely useless, since it is confirmed Copper very much has a house when he realizes he hasn't eaten in days and picks some chips from his fridge. Except he throws up. Then swallows them down?

Copper is about to remember he's a grown man with a job when suddenly he hears someone shouting upstairs and firing a gun, so he goes investigate.

(A/n: I really believe Copper might be homeless. It is very likely he isn't even a real cop. I really think he just broke into some apartment and ate some spoiled chips)

Copper walks into a new place and starts looking for a girl named Alice. He forgets about the gunshots for a second, before thinking of the possibility of Alice having been shot.

Copper finds Alice hiding under a tree on a beer bottle filled backyard. She's been shot but she's alive, according to Copper. However, there seems something bad happened to both of them the previous day, and he wants to move on, so he just goes home, worried about being arrested.

(A/n: Copper realized he broke into a house and that's illegal?)

On the news, a story about a man named Jameson who killed his wife is playing on the news. The details are contradicting, and its an overal sickening situation. Copper turns the TV off.

Needing to clear up his mind, Copper goes out to buy some ice cream. He realizes new shops are opening around the neighborhood and feels happy about having a normal life :)

There's a loud sound and Copper runs directly into it, finding two men in black suits armed. One of them only misses shooting Copper on the head by centimeters.

Copper ducks and tries to run away, stumbling, until he finds a trash can where he hides inside.

Some people find him. At first, they are nice to him. Believing him and saying he should go home or get help, but after Copper says he can't because the man is still out there they start laughing and insulting him, culminating in them calling the shotgun man.

The man grabs Copper and shoots up and at him, but none of the shots hit. He also seems upset, asking Copper "what did i ever do to you?", which Copper asks the same.

Once again, Copper manages to escape and finds a dumpster to hide in, where he stays inside until midnight.

Eventually, Copper decides to leave and heads in to a police station, figuring out that if the man attacking him isnt there by now he must be gone. His panic is however evident and multiple people try to ask him if he's alright.

Copper sits down to calm himself down. A woman approaches and asks him who he is, and once he says his name she says he doesn't believe him. She then questions what he's doing here, to which Copper mentions that a man tried to kill him. The woman just gets confused and continues to stare at him blankly.

Copper gets really weirded out by this, especially because it was coming from someone who wasn't human. Because until now, Copper forgot to mention everyone in the room was in fact not human, but animalistic in some way.

It's then when he realizes: this is a furry convention. And, i quote him, "it really does seem like something out of a horror movie"

Copper tries to leave but he just walks in a room with even more furries and just, awkwardly hangs around, his anxiety raising by the moment.

As he was about to have a panic attack thinking of what the furries would do to him, a hand grabbed him and dragged him away from the furry part of the convention, instead leading him for a while to a different place. The man speaks but Copper can't understand what he's saying so he blindly trusts him.

After a while, the man points Copper to another group of people and tells him to follow them. Copper instead follows a single man, who leads him to an alleyway. The man looks fucking exhausted.

Copper wanted to tell the man to rest, but instead said HE wanted to rest, so the man took him to his house.

The man asks Copper why he's there, Copper is confused, and simply says that a furry told him to follow him. The man doesn't believe him but Copper insists it's true. After 5 minutes of writing, the man gives up.

Copper asks what the man wrote, to which he answers is the future. He says he doesn't know what the future holds, but it's going to be different from what they are used to.

The man leaves and the space time continuum collapses.

(A/n: This i later learnt was because of a glitch that was affecting all the users, but when it happened i thought it was just because Copper lost it, probably because him being nice broke the world.)

Copper waits for the man. He goes outside. Everything is normal. There's nothing inside. Copper goes back inside. He locks the door. Copper grabs the man. The man grabs him. He pulls the trigger. The man is dead. Copper waits for the man to come back. Copper sees the room to his room open, and walks outside. A man stands with a gun. Copper runs towards him, the gun is pointed towards him. They start to wrestle.

Copper grabs his phone and calls 911. The police take him to the hospital, where he finds out he's been shot.

(A/n: Copper originally and for a while died here, i was going to end his story, but eventually i changed it. This is why the loop broke.)

Copper goes home, but the next day he wakes up in the hospital. He's been shot, again? He tells the nurse he wants to go home.

Copper goes home, but the next day he wakes up in the hospital again.

Copper breaks down. He cries and screams for an hour until he feels everything is ok. The sings, cries from joy, sits down. He tries to focus on his thoughts but he's interrupted. A cop knocks on his door and is pointing his gun at him.

To be continued...

[flyoverkushtaka]

I got back into tennis because I love the sound of the thwack of the ball against the racket. I got back into it because I also love the feeling of the racket as an extension of my arm. Also because I watched Challengers the other week and I felt inspired. Sometimes you just have to follow through on what gets your dick hard.

By pure serendipity, a classmate overheard me asking another classmate if he was into tennis, a cute French athletic boy with a bad ankle. She, Wisconsin-raised, used to have a coach and missed the feel of the court. So she took me up on my offer. You have to savor warm late-October days in any way you can.

Finding the court was a challenge all on its own: It's technically in the confines of a certain park, but the park stretches itself all along one side of one lake, then takes a little hop over to the other end of a highway. The crosswalks are a jabberwock of a mess. Every road in this city makes me think the urban planners have a quota of LSD to take before each meeting, streets splitting apart like snakeskin without warning, gentle curves into oncoming traffic, mergers without signs, Google Maps telling me to use the left lane to turn right. Now I know why everyone is constantly honking their horns at one another.

Anyway, after running across a turn lane and walking a few meters alongside a railroad track where on the other edge a homeless man slept face-down next to a backpack and an empty fifth, I made it. Then we began. I couldn't help but think of the month in 2019 I spent in Belgium, where incidentally I picked up badminton with a Romanian translator, where every day though we started comically poorly we improved little by little. A rally works similar. Both of us were out of shape, but a rhythm formed soon enough, rough around the edges, tentative, halting, but real. She stopped to take a drink of water; I stopped to take off my outer shirt. I learned several important things.

Eventually I discovered something interesting about my legs: When I semi-squatted into a sort of regressive stance, I could track and hit the ball better. The lower part of my pelvis even seemed to tingle in delight, ass lowered, legs spread apart, loping toward the ball before relaunching a sometimes-accurate volley (control takes time). Plenty of people divide themselves into two parts: body and soul, human and animal, social and personal. Maybe my own division is between top and the bottom (the joke writes itself), as running after the ball I often felt as though I were about to keel over from the way my top half seemed to move at a faster speed than my bottom half, like some sort of cartoon character. Still, running after the balls when I missed them was half the fun. Whiffing the air just a few centimeters off because my hand/eye coordination rests firmly in the Needs Improvement category? Not so much. But maybe that's why it's important to transmute the humiliating into the exhilarating.

After an hour, we called it quits and parted ways. I walked home, my right hand aching and covered in dissolved rubbery crud, and thought about how much I wanted to do the whole thing over again. Maybe I'd like even to reenact my own type of Challengers kind of situation, like with say a guy in the program I went on an illusory date with (I say illusory because the word was never uttered, and also he has a partner, though one who lives in NYC, which is so far away from here, so untouchable like a distant star whose hour shall never come), like with no consequences whatsoever because the heart is elastic. But also because most of the guys I've been fucking up here aren't very athletic and I crave a few slopes among the dells.

[god-is-alive-ministry]

DECISION;

DON'T YOU JUST HATE TO STOP YOUR DIRECTION IN YOUR LIFE TO MAKE A SUDDEN CHANGE WITHOUT ANY WARNING, AND THEN YOU ARE PUT IN A PLACE WHERE YOU HAVE TO MAKE A DECISION WHEN YOU HAVE NO DIRECTION TO GO IN AND YOU HAVE TO STEP OUT IN FAITH. I'M JUST LETTING YOU KNOW I HAVE BEEN THERE TO THIS POINT OF MAKING A DECISION WHEN I DON'T HAVE A CLUE OF WHAT TO DO NEXT..WELL, YOU CAN FALL TO PIECES OR GRAB YOUR BIBLE AND GET THE ANSWERS TO "WHAT DO I DO NEXT"? NO MONEY, NO SHELTER, AND DYING TOO. WITH NO WAY OUT IS WHAT THE SURGEON TOLD ME. NO ONE HAS EVER LIVED WITH YOUR CIRCUMSTANCES, I CAN DO SURGERY ON YOU BUT YOU WILL NOT COME OFF THE OPERATING TABLE ALIVE. WHOA, ANOTHER DECISION TO MAKE. DO I LET GO AND LET GOD OR WALK AWAY TO DIE ANYWAY THAT COULD TAKE YEARS FOR THIS 3.8-CENTIMETER TUMOR ON THE LEFT SIDE OF MY HEAD TO DESTROY ME? WELL, THESE WERE THE LAST DAYS OF MY TRUCKING DAYS. THE EMPLOYER TOOK MY LAST THREE TRIPS AND DIDN'T PAY ME AND LEFT ME OUT THERE TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN BECAUSE I TOLD THEM I WAS TOO ILL TO DRIVE THE TRUCK. SO I DIDN'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO GO AND NO MONEY, WAS DESTITUTE, AND I HEARD OF A HOMELESS SHELTER AND I WENT THERE AND TOLD THEM MY SITUATION SO THEY GAVE ME A BED TO SLEEP IN UNTIL I CHECKED INTO THE HOSPITAL TO HAVE SURGERY. FRANKLY, DEATH SEEMS TO BE THE RIGHT DECISION. I WAS GOING TO DIE WHICHEVER WAY I DID IT. SO I CALLED MY CHILDREN AND TOLD THEM GOODBYE, I AM DYING AND I HAVE NO WAY OUT. SO HERE COMES EVERY FAMILY MEMBER I HAVEN'T SEEN FOR YEARS AND COULDN'T CARE LESS. ANYWAY, MY CHILDREN TOOK ME TO RED LOBSTER FOR MY FINAL MEAL AND CHECKED ME INTO THE HOSPITAL. MY FAMILY HAD TO DRIVE FROM MISSOURI AND I WAS ALREADY ON THE OPERATING TABLE FOR 12 HOURS. WHEN I WAS IN RECOVERY MY OLDEST BROTHER CAME IN WITH MY MOM AND LOOKED AT ME AND SAID MOM SHE IS OK NO ONE COULD EVER KILL ANNE SHE IS TOO STUBBORN TO DIE AND WHEN SHE MAKES HER MIND UP TO DO SOMETHING SHE WON'T QUIT UNTIL SHE DOES IT. SO . I LIVED IN SPITE OF THE DOCTOR AND EVERYTHING THAT CAME MY WAY. WELL, AFTER THE FAMILY LEFT, MY CHILDREN MOVED ME INTO BELIEVE IT OR NOT, MY SON'S INLAW'S HOUSE TO RECUPERATE. IT TOOK A YEAR TO LEARN TO WALK AGAIN WITHOUT HOLDING ON TO THE WALL. BUT, WITH ALL THE INFORMATION THAT I HAD PREACHED ON THE ROAD DRIVING THE TRUCK FOR FREYMILLER TRUCKING I DIDN'T GIVE UP. JUST ANOTHER DECISION TO BE MADE. I GOT MY DISABILITY CHECK AND MOVED INTO MY OWN APARTMENT GOT A DIVORCE, AND STARTED MINISTERING AGAIN. MANY, MANY DECISIONS HAD TO BE MADE. BUT, WHENEVER THE DECISIONS CAME, I REACHED FOR MY BIBLE. AND PREACHED TO EVERYONE THAT WAS WITHIN HEARING DISTANCE. SO, I MADE ANOTHER DECISION ON HOW TO SET FREYMILLER IN THEIR PLACE SO I GOT AN ATTORNEY, AND FREYMILLER GOT TO PAY THE $ 200, OOO. HOSPITAL BILLS AND ALL THE DOCTORS' BILLS. NOT ENOUGH, I WENT TO THE DOT AND SHOWED THEM HOW FREMILLER WAS DRIVING ME TO KEEP FOUR LOG BOOKS TO MAKE ALL THE TRIPS I MADE FOR THEM. NOT ENOUGH FOR ME. FREYMILLER TRUCKING LOST MOST OF THEIR TRUCKS AND THE DOT WATCHED THEM LIKE A HAWK THEY SET UP ALL KINDS OF DOT-CHECKING AREAS AND FREYMILLER WAS PAYING FOR EVERY VIOLATIONS THEY CAUGHT THE TRUCKERS MAKING WITH EXTRA LOG BOOKS. ANOTHER DECISION TO BE MADE. THE DOCTOR FOUND TWO TUMORS ON MY BRAIN STEM, AND THEY WERE INOPERABLE SAYING IT WOULD BE MURDER.SO, I WENT TO A PRAYER MEETING AT A CHURCH I WENT TO AND THEY PRAYED AND I WENT BACK TO THE DOCTOR AND HE SAID THE TUMORS ARE GONE. WE HAVE THE MRI OF THERE THEY ARE AND THERE THEY ARE GONE. SO I WENT ON WITH MY MINISTRY, AND HERE I AM STILL ALIVE SERVING THE LORD IN ANY WAY I CAN. WAS IT EASY YOU SAY? NOPE, DECISIONS ARE LURKING AROUND TRYING TO GET ME TO STOP MINISTERING. FACE IT, EVERYONE IS GOING TO HAVE DECISIONS TO MAKE. BIG OR SMALL THEY ARE THERE. MY ADVICE TO YOU IS "PICK UP YOUR BIBLE AND GET THE NEEDED ANSWERS" AND SET BACK AND WAIT ON ANOTHER DECISION TO MAKE BECAUSE AS LONG AS SATAN IS FREE TO CAUSE HAVOC HE IS GOING TO DO EVERYTHING TO DESTROY YOU ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. IT IS UP TO YOU TO MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION. BE BLESSED.

[peonytheory]

[willyoulovemeinthemorning]

The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway (1/?)

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: You are a mutant with the powers of ice and cold and you have never been able to be touched or touch anyone without making them uncomfortable, or worse, hurting them. You’ve always desperately wished for physical affection, and it isn't until a new silver tongued Asgardian moves into the Avengers tower and takes an interest in you that anyone really dares to try to be physical with you.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This part is pure fluff, but future chapters will be... more. 

Warnings: None for this chapter besides maybe a few cavities!

It had been like this since you’d been a child. You couldn’t remember a life without your ailment. You’d always seen it as a curse more than a blessing- but as you grew up and learned to control it to the best of your abilities, your mind started to change a little bit. Being adopted into Xaviers Academy had been the best thing that could have happened to you. You’d been homeless at the young age of 5 after your third foster family had thrown you out, and Charles had found you sleeping in the snow. It was lucky for you that you didn’t mind the cold at all- your powers were the cold. You could freeze anything, alive or not- and at first that was the problem. You’d frozen your mother’s heart whilst in the middle of a tantrum, and your father met the same fate after he tried to hurt you for doing it. The police found a crying child within hours, surrounded by dead parents and a house full of ice and snow. No one could prove what happened, and no one knew what to do with you from then on. After a life of constant abuse, Charles took you into a world of safety and understanding, and thankfully, that world was really the only world you knew in your conscious mind today.

The trauma was still there, but it was rooted deep in your subconscious mind. Now, as an adult, you’d been taken in to your new chosen family- The Avengers. And your home was no longer at the Academy, it was Avengers Tower. You still taught there every once in a while, whenever Charles called you, but your days were filled with world saving and working out with the worlds mightiest superheroes.

Your best friends in the complex were easily Natasha and Wanda, seeing as you all came from similar lonely backgrounds. It was a quick friendship built on trust, sarcasm, and constant blatant flirting and fucking with eachother. You loved the whole team differently, but Nat and Wanda were definitely special.

Besides them, you were definitely a little… taken with a new member of the household. When Loki was taken in by the Avengers to try and “change” him for the sake of Thor, life definitely got a little… uncomfortable. He was just so attractive, and so sassy and his smart mouth was probably the hottest thing about him. That silver tongue as you’d heard it been called constantly got your mind whirling. The girls mocked you ruthlessly for your crush, but they never pushed it to be more- they both knew your fear of relationships, friendship or otherwise.

Loki, on the other hand, was equally as enamored with you as you were him. He never stopped watching you, trying to learn every facet of your soul as he could from far away. There was something about you, and he looked at you as a puzzle that he desperately wanted to solve.

He loved watching you with your friends- the way you all so effortlessly joked and laughed with eachother- you had what he’d always wanted. An ease with earning love from others with no effort whatsoever. But something that plagued him was the juxtaposition that was your physical affection. You were so jovial and happy with everyone in the house- but you never let anyone touch you. You never touched anyone else either.

At first, he put it to what he knew was your background- abuse and loneliness. Maybe you’d been hurt more than you let on, so you didn’t let people touch you. But he threw out that hypothesis when he spent more time watching you. You always leaned in towards everyone close to you- and they leaned more away as if trying to retreat from your proximity. When with Natasha and Wanda, they always went to touch you, and you just stopped them with a look. It was such a sad look, and Loki longed to understand the pain behind your eyes. The women would pause, sigh, and take their hands back, pull their bodies back, put more distance between you and them, seemingly hurt at having to.

Today was no different. Loki was sitting on a chair in the library by the window with it open, pretending to read a book but actually watching you, while you were lazing on the couch actually reading a book. Something you had both grown very fond of in your time together. Neither of you said much, but you just enjoyed the company of one another with the chill wind coming in from outside. That’s when Natasha came to sit with you. You moved your legs and curled them up into yourself, but something new happened. Natasha, who threw something at you- ah, it was a cookie- to get your attention, and you laughed and ate it while looking at her curiously. She covered herself with a big, thick blanket, and then patted her lap for you to put your legs on top of her. You thought about it, looking pained and unsure, before slowly giving in, your eyes weary with doubt. But… nothing happened. Natasha smiled like the cat who got the cream as she pulled her phone out, and you went back to reading your book with the loveliest look of surprised warmth Loki had ever seen gracing your beautiful features.

After a little while, your eyes started fluttering shut, and you moved yourself so your head was on the red heads lap instead of your legs, and you fell asleep faster than you ever had in your life- a few happy tears falling down your cheeks.

Loki watched you sleep and forgot to put on the facade of reading, which caught the attention of Natasha, who didn’t even look up from her phone. “Whatcha staring at, Loki?” She asked, continuing to scroll.

Loki looked up at her surprise etched into his eyebrows. “Oh, nothing. I just- She’s never let anyone that close to her- how did you do that?” He asked her, eyes falling back to you.

“Y/N doesn’t let anyone touch her because she’s watched them flinch away from how cold she is her whole life. If they’re not flinching away, she hurts them by accident because most of the touches of her life have been dangerous or abusive, and she’s had to protect herself. Her powers don’t ever really turn off, they just… quiet. As long as we’ve been friends, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to her letting me touch her.” She said, eyes on him now, watching his expressions. “Why do you care to notice?”

His eyes flew back to hers, trying to guard his expression from her knowing gaze. “I was just curious. Trying to figure you all out- she’s been the hardest to understand.” But his eyes falling back to your face gave him away, and when he looked back at Natasha, he knew she knew. She had the decency not to say anything, but the look on her face was enough to make Loki look back to his book and actually try to read this time to avoid any more speculation.

Days passed, and all he could think about was the look on your face when you were able to get some kind of physical affection- and he wanted to see it again. So this time, when he found you in the library like he always did- he didn’t choose the chair by the window. He sat down next to you. You looked up at him, and he could feel your surprise.

You eyed him up and down, and he just smiled that little smile that seemed to be only reserved for you, and started to read. The window was open, as it always was- this was your favorite room, because almost no one came in here besides Loki, and he never seemed to mind your proclivity towards keeping this room cold.

You two were like that for a while, but you started to notice him leaning more towards you- you were already at the end of the couch, so there wasn’t really anywhere for you to go, so you tried to will yourself to calm down and just focus on reading. His presence always calmed you down, he was so charming and kind- well, he was kind to you. You loved watching him read, as his tongue poked out as he was really involved with the words on the page.

Unable to focus on your page in front of you, you instead focused on the way he felt beside you. Normally, when someone was near you, you could feel their warmth radiating off of them- especially Thor and Steve. They seemed to have very naturally high body temperatures, and it made you feel itchy, like there was fire licking at your skin. Vision was one of your favorites to be near- his presence felt like nothing. No warm or cold coming off of him, so completely neutral and it made it very easy to be around him. Loki… well, Loki had never been close enough for you to be able to tell. You expected him to feel like Thor did, seeing as they were both Gods and all, and came from the same place; Asgard. But… Loki felt different. He was… normal? Well, normal for her, that was. He didn’t feel warm, he didn’t feel like anything? He kind of felt like Vision, and that surprised her.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you scootched a little closer to him, your feet brushing his thigh on the couch next to you. You watched out of the corner of your eye for a reaction- but there was nothing negative. If that had happened with Peter, he would have shivered a little and pulled away from the touch because of how cold you were. Tony would have made a joke like, “Just because the cold doesn’t bother you, Elsa, doesn’t mean the rest of us are like that,” and you’d pull away embarrassed at the reminder of how different you are.

Loki moved again, tucking his feet under himself, which repositioned his upper half to be a centimeter from being arm and arm with you. And considering his button up had the sleeves rolled up and you could see his arm hair- God, you wanted to play with it- you were almost skin to skin. Your hands started shaking and you were about to pull away to protect yourself from the inevitable pain that would come from seeing him flinch away in pain- but before you could, it happened. His skin was pressed up against you, and your heart sped up three times as fast… and nothing bad happened. He didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, his face looked… serene? He looked happy touching you.

Now the gates were open and you needed to know more- know why.

“Loki?” You asked, your head turned to face him.

When he turned to face you, you could feel his breath on your face. “Yes, darling?” You almost choked on your spit- he’d never spoken to you with that endearment before.

“Why- I mean… How? I… Loki-” You tried to get a reasonable sentence out, but the words got caught in your throat as tears started prickling your vision.

Loki put his book down and turned to face you, movements slow as if he was afraid to spook you away. “Can I try something?” He asked, hands in his lap, waiting for permission for something. You nodded dumbly, completely unsure what was about to happen. All you knew was that a door had been opened to something, and you knew there was no going back now. Loki’s hands moved, and your instincts were to pull away from him, but you fought them. You wanted to see what was going to happen here. His hands found yours, and he covered them with his own. His skin was so soft, and you looked down and noticed that his skin started to turn a different color- so you pulled away, worried you were hurting him. But you hadn’t felt a surge of your own power?

You were about to ask him, but he beat you to it with the answer. “Did you know I was adopted? Odin stole me from my home when I was a baby- whether to hurt my people or to use me as a peace making tool, I still haven’t figured out, but I am not really Loki Odinson. I am a Frost Giant from birth, raised as an Asgardian. My birth name is Loki Laufeyson. The blue you just saw was… a piece of my real form, coming out at your touch, not because you were in any way hurting or negatively affecting me… so please, let me-” He reached out again, but this time, one hand found your face, his thumb running over your cheek bone, while the other hand ran over your arm softly. Your eyes fluttered closed- his touch was like nothing you’d ever experienced. He somehow felt the same temperature as you did to yourself. He wasn’t cold or hot, he was just… perfect. The tears that were threatening to spill before finally did, and Loki raised his other hand to cup both sides of your face and wipe away the tears as they fell.

“I’ve finally figured you out. It took longer than it ever has for me, but I’ve done it. I’ve never been so taken with figuring someone out before, not like this. You don’t pull away from people because you don’t want physical affection- you pull away because you’ve never had anyone who could physically handle you. No one’s temperature matched you. You’ve never been able to be touched gently. You’ve never been able to let yourself. You are so strong, my popsicle, but you don’t have to be anymore. I was made to be able to touch you, and be touched by you.” You opened your eyes and took him in in his base form- he was the most beautiful shade of icy turquoise, his eyes red as rubies, and he was touching you. He was touching you so lovingly and so sweetly, you couldn’t stop crying. In all your years, you had never been touched like this. No one ever could. Without a beat, you clambered up into his lap and wrapped your arms around him, sighing when his arms wound their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m not hurting you?” You asked, your voice shaking.

“Not in the way you mean, darling, but you are hugging me a little tight.” You felt his chuckle vibrate in your chest, which made you laugh too. “Don’t stop, though.” He whispered into your hair.

“You’re so beautiful, you know. Why don’t you let people see your real self?” You asked, burrowing your face in his neck, pressing your nose into the column of his throat.

“I’ve spent my whole life using my magic to make myself look a certain way- it’s more or less unconscious at this point. And I’m… a little insecure about this form. Very few people have seen me look like this. And it’s never been for a good, healthy reason like this.”

“Well, I’m honored. Thank you for this. No one… no one has ever been able to touch me without it hurting them. Thank you so much, Loki.” After a few more minutes of you straddling him on the couch, wrapped around him, you came to your senses enough to know that this was probably not completely appropriate- so you got off of him as a blush crept from your cheeks to your neck to your chest, smiling shyly and biting your lip.

Loki thought you were beautiful before, but you’d never looked more beautiful than you did right in that moment.

You went back to reading together, enjoying the chill air fill the room from the window, pressed up against one another on the couch- comfortable for the first time in your life.

Part 2

[aquamoonchaii]

⍣ genre: fluff

⍣ warnings: heavy cheesiness

⍣ pairing: minho x reader

⍣ word count: 2.3k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - Stray Kids from lovie @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: hope you guys love the cheesy cheese! this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney!

⍣ summary: minho is scared of heights. maybe he is a chicken. but he meets another cute chicken that holds his hand.

Summer love is usually about sweet flings that end when school or work starts again. It starts in unexpected places with a smile and an ice cream, or with the adrenaline of meeting new places. Or at least that’s what happened to him.

Luckily, it didn’t go that way for both of you. It didn’t end!

Because it’s your third summer together and he can’t be happier. Even his feline babies love you so much, he has to bite his lips to not scream every single time Dori purrs approaching you and you coo at the kitten so cutely he just- Ugh. It’s no joke he is already searching for the perfect ring so he can propose.

There’s no way in hell he would find another soul like yours that blends so well with his, your sweet self is enough to calm him and make him feel at home, wherever he is. If you could open his heart and his brain, he would be so embarrassed because you would know he would do everything. Anything for you. You just need to say it and he is already thinking how to make it real.

But it’s ok, you won’t. Unless you are a secret cannibal and you kill him to eat his heart.

He chuckles out loud at the thought because he wouldn’t deny you his heart, you already have it anyway so he wouldn’t be upset if you eat it. You would just have to promise you won’t date another boy.

Minho just gets these thoughts as he wakes up from the nap he had holding your hand and here you are, like 10 centimeters away from him holding his hand even when you are not that clingy. The fact you are indeed a girl who isn’t into touch but you let him hug you and cuddle anytime makes him feel so good. So special. His free hand brushes your hair off your beautiful face, he can’t help but feel cheesy this moment so he caresses your cheek lovingly and kisses your forehead.

You stir a bit, but as the heavy sleeper you are, you put a leg on both of his -so he doesn’t escape and eat the last chips you mutter groggily- so he slaps your leg lightly and a small smile is on your face until you surrender again to sleep. Minho suddenly rolls his eyes. Are there people who know these intimate details about you besides him? Like you always put a leg on his body and you can’t open your eyes that easily, is there any chance there would be another guy after him who would know this? He pouts because it's frustrating to feel this way, so freaking protective. About your things, about your habits, about you. You.

Always you.

He feels the softest when you are like this, peacefully sleeping beside him in his oversized shirt and pajama pants that make you look like a homeless man. A homeless man that is going to steal his favorite hoodie, you would say. On these sunny and hot days, he has little bit of time to engulf in his feelings and think how lucky he got. Something he would never in a million years would voice out because Ew, the cringe. Especially when it’s summer. Because he gets small flashbacks about how he met you.

Hiking.

Hiking

Hiking!

What a better way to enjoy this beautiful summer than eating frozen fruits and walking through beautiful places? He originally planned to go to the mountain he enjoys the most, Jirisan but of course it would be too crowded.

So now he is here on a hiking tour. He didn't read the whole tour completely because he didn't want to miss this day and because Changbin wanted to come. And he doesn't like company when hiking or Changbin. Just kidding, he likes him but not when he whines which he would totally do in a long walk.

"Uh, sir? Are you not coming? I'm sorry but you are the last one to pass the bridge and the tour is being delayed right now." Minho bows apologetically and excuses himself saying that he would pay the extra fee to wait for the next group tour because he doesn't feel well. Of course the tour lady noticed him getting paler than a piece of paper when he was told to try sky-biking because it was included in the tour or he could pass that thin bridge that passes through both mountains. There was no other way to reach the beautiful sunset he was looking out for. But it was too high.

It looks dangerous and the vertigo hit right at his face as he is literally frozen right now, ugh.

It's ridiculous he is not going to see the sunset.

But he just can't move right now so he keeps a stern face to save himself the embarrassment and makes everyone laugh -group partners were getting really annoyed but well, Minho is funny- saying that he needed to pee because he was too excited. The female nods and makes a few calls, everyone starts taking pictures and distracting themselves as Minho looks at his phone just to notice his battery is going to die, it doesn't matter as he has a incredible high quality camera who is going to be very disappointed if he doesn't get those damn pictures of the sunset.

"Lee MinHo, right?" He nods and the female explains how this would work. So, this tour needs to keep going and as he is clearly pretty interested in hugging the tree that is right there to hold him, he should wait for the other group tour. It would cost him a lot because the next group tour has the option to stay the night to wait for the beautiful dawn. He agreed still because he wanted them pictures, it didn’t matter if he had to sneak in someone’s tent. “Your client’s code is 1441, please let it know to the next tour guide so he would include you in the other package.”

He buys an extra bottle of iced tea for everyone as he apologizes once more before he says goodbye and apologizes again to the rest of the group tour. Minho takes beautiful pictures as he walks near the damn bridge he doesn't want to cross but he needs to, he has around two hours to enjoy and to prepare himself.

You have to do it MinHo.

You have to.

"Are you sure you are going to hike that mountain? Like really sure?" He remembers Changbin questioning him and MinHo gasped. That asshat knew about the thin bridge.

Whatever, he is already here.

He is distracted with the beautiful little birds that let him take photos of them when he hears noise about a group coming. His moment to shine has come.

He just needs to look forward and not down because he would probably die. Ok, he 's ready. Really ready. Completely ready.

Oof.

"I'm not ready!" What- He is engulfed in his own thoughts of being terrified of heights, he didn't notice the girl that is making a funny scene about being nervous. MinHo approaches the group taking out his headphones and feels a bit better, he is not the only one having a mental breakdown because of the damn bridge. Everyone hypes her up to cross the bridge and cheers, she ties her hair up and gives a step forward and squeals.

"I'm sorry my friends! But I'll need a diaper."

"Uh, excuse me? Is this the second group of the tour to see the dawn?" He approaches the lady who had the little bright flag and after she nods kindly, he gives her his ticket saying his client code was 1441. "Oh yes! Come with us, please. This group usually goes slower so take your time to cross the bridge as you see, there's another client who is a bit nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I just wanted to take more pictures."He says and the lady nods and smiles, the tour guide seems close to the girl laughing anxiously that tries to cross the bridge because she whispers to her something about being a chicken. The girl, undeniable attractive just keeps laughing, voicing out she hopes to not die today. "Huh? Another person that is afraid to cross? Where?"

Damn. They are talking about him. The smile that was on his face dissipates and turns into a serious frown as he tries to appear concentrated to look at some flower. "Guys keep going, I will cross alone and safe! I promise!" MinHo hears the girl say to the group and hurried steps that come closer to him after that. "Hi? Are you the scaredy cat?"

"What?" He quickly turns around and scoffs, she is the scandalous one and she starts with this, pfft. "Are you talking about yourself? I don't remember being the one who squealed."

"Yeah right. Come on! Don't be shy, let's cross together because I'm scared too."

"I'm not scared!"

"Mr. 1441, please. We can be stubborn after crossing this bridge." You stick out your hand at him and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me a piggyback ride or what? Because Miss Chicken, I am not interested."

"What- Chicken? You are the chicken! Oh, is this a way to ask for my name? I'm Y/N."

"MinHo. But I wasn't asking."

"Me neither, MinHo." You laugh as he doesn't have an answer and you grab his hand. "Let's do this together, it's okay to scream and insult. I do that a lot so I don't mind."

" Wait, wait!" He says as he is dragged by Y/N, the girl who seems eager to cross but is as much as terrified as him or even more. "Why are you so eager if the lady said we can take it easily? You were screaming a second ago!"

"I know but the adrenaline is awesome and someone who understands the frightening feeling will make you feel secure, I promise two chickens make a good team."

"I'm not a chick-" His words die as he is at the start of the bridge, instinctively he holds your hand tightly. He takes a deep breath and looks at you, you smile at him. MinHo wants to run away but something in your secure hold of hand makes him believe.

"So you don't have friends to come with?"

"I do have friends! How can you come to that conclusion just by one look? You also look like a loner." He bickers and you immediately answer. "I am not a loner! The lady guide is my friend, she said this dawn is going to be probably the most beautiful of the year as the weather is awesome."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! I hope you didn't bring too much stuff because it's hot up there, people don't even bring tents and prefer to talk with everyone and take naps looking at the stars and stuff like that, it's pretty safe too and the tour gives tents if you feel uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"Of course! Is this your first time hiking this mountain?" He nods and as the conversation dies for a moment he remembers he is actually on a freaking bridge that looked too thin to hold him safely so he looks down. He is stepping on plain land.

He crossed the bridge bickering with the woman he is still holding hands with.

Wow.

MinHo bickers a bit more to hold her hand a bit more as she gets distracted easily. Y/N. It is a pretty name.

He smiles.

"So are you going to ask me out or are you ready to let go of my hand?" There is a tiny possibility he would have choked on his idea tea at this statement.

"Wow, that was smooth and pretty direct." He lets go of her hand and she laughs. "I don't date chickens though."

"I don't date chickens either." He scoffed at her attitude, damn. Is there a divinity of summer he can thank for?

After a night of bickering and photos of the incredible dawn, you agreed to give him your number so he would send the pictures he took.

It would be the first of many hiking trips that would turn into summer dates.

You open your eyes finally and your hands search for your phone to see the hour. You slept two hours! Felix said he would call for you to come and eat brownies with MinHo.

"Shouldn't you search for me first?" Your boyfriend sat on the end of the bed eating the last bag of chips making you whine.

"MinHo! Spill my chips!"

"Give me your hand to spill it."

"Ew."

"Tell Felix you are a taken chicken. He is not going to seduce you with brownies, you are more spoiled than anyone could ever think."

"Listen chicken, sweet Australian man is going to invite us both brownies so shut up. Also go tattoo yourself the word taken on your forehead. Girls think my chip robber is single? Tsk." As always, your unexpected statements make him choke, this time on the chips and laughs at your rolling eyes. "Am I spoiled? When? Where?"

MinHo throws himself on you and tickles you until you are kicking him off you, showing him the white blanket as a surrender sign.

"Should we go on a hiking date?" You suddenly ask.

"Why?"

"Why not? Maybe I want to commit murder and take revenge because they were my favorite chips."

"Jirisan?"

"No, the one we met!"

"Huh? Really?" He takes his phone and casually books a tour already for this weekend. "Maybe I should propose to you so you won't kill me."

You both laugh.

But he isn't joking. He also messages the boutique, he would need the ring for this weekend.

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Work In Progress Wednesday - June 16th

Sorry for missing last week and sunday. Back on schedule now.

"Hey," Jaster called out and felt a little guilty as the figure ahead of him flinched at his sharp tone. 

It didn't stop him from marching towards the person. This was definitely the wandering vagabond he'd been receiving complaints about all day. The humanoid looking being wore a cloak with enough tears and poorly done repairs to be mistaken as a sentient rag. 

Concord Dawn was said to have been settled not long after Mandalore was, but it was settled primarily by farmers. There wasn't a centimeter of farmable land - and then some - that wasn't owned by someone and carefully monitored to ensure neighbors weren't trying to move fences around to claim more. This person had been trapiezing around various people's lands, setting off all kinds of alarms, and putting people in a mild uproar.

Concord Dawn didn't have any laws against homelessness but they had a stack of datapad's worth when it came to trespassing. The only reason why this stranger wasn't already locked up was because their obvious circumstances gave them leniency. People wanted them warned off before the Journeyman Protectors took more serious action. At least Jaster caught up to them before they hopped another fence like property markers were something for other people to worry about.

"Can I help you?" The stranger asked and now that Jaster was closer it was easier to tell the stranger was definitely Human or a race that could be mistaken for Human. Jaster was just grateful they could speak Basic. He was far more literate in multiple languages than he was capable of speaking them as Clan Wurfyyys could attest. 

"Yes. Stop trespassing all over the kriffing fields," Jaster said bluntly, crossing his arms as he tried to stare down the other. The vagabond might be taller than him but height never stopped a Mando'ade from throwing their presence around to get their point across.

Abashed, the Human ducked their head and maybe that would normally hide their face but the height difference made it easier for Jaster to see their face past the hood of their cloak. Jaster felt his throat go tight in surprise at the scars on the other's face. Some were clearly that of an animal's claws, another the too thin and precise to be anything other than a blade of some kind. The one scar that truly captured Jaster's attention was the scar that wrapped over their nose. The only kind of weapon that could leave a trailing burn scar like that was an electro whip on its highest setting.

This stranger was a Freed or a runaway slave. There was no other explanation for a scar like that. 

"Sorry," they said, ducking their head further and hunching their shoulders when they caught on to Jaster's staring. "I thought as long as I left the crops and herds alone no one would mind."

"We appreciate the consideration but we have strict laws against trespassing here on Concord Dawn. You get a warning cause you're clearly new here but if you keep going we're going to have more than a talk. Understand?" Jaster asked, trying to balance his tone between gentle but firm. 

"Sorry," the stranger said again, curling in further on themself while also tensing, as if preparing for an attack. "But I'm looking for something. Or someone. It's important."

Wayii. Just Jaster's luck this stranger was either crazy or Force Sensitive; it was same thing really. At least they weren't a Jedi. Jaster sighed and resisted the urge to rub his face. What a pain in the shebs attached to a pretty face this was turning out to be. 

"You got a name, stranger?" Jaster asked.

The vagabond hestitated, body twitching like they thought they could flee from the question. "Jon Antilles," they said like they were naming someone other than themselves. 

There was no telling if it was an alias, a name 'gifted' to Jon, or a name Jon was so unused to hearing it didn't really feel like his. Jaster wasn't ignorant enough to question it. 

"I'm Journeyman Protector Jaster Mereel. Why don't you follow me to the cantina? It's approaching midmeal time, we'll talk this out after we see to our stomachs," Jaster suggested.

Jon was visibly hesitating again. "I don't have many credits on me."

You don't say, Jaster thought loudly and bit his tongue to keep from speaking. 

"It's on me. Consider it a gesture of welcome," Jaster said carefully. He knew how Freed could shy away from acts of kindness, too wary of hidden costs to accept not everything had a price to it.