#he’s shot at and he’s like “meh whatever”

[biscuityskies]

Mildly obsessed with Dooku tbh. The grandpa of all time

[faiakishi]

So we're already playing 'fireworks or gunshots?' in my neighborhood. Fab. Fantastic.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Breaking Dishes - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

CollegeStudent!Rafe x CollegeStudent!Reader

🪄 re-uploaded because I had to make a new account

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Warning: SMUT, lots of pet names, lovey Rafe, friends to lovers, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v

📖 Rafe’s best friend helps him make the best of his buzz cut era and he gets whatever he’d like in exchange.

✨"Do you think about me a lot, y/n?" He breathes.

"Yes," you press out the word through a moan.

"And you wanted to know what my hands could do. Didn't you? I've seen the way you look at me," he taunts. "Are they doin' it for you, Y/N?" He works you a little harder.✨

2.8k (<- mostly smut)

Readers POV:

“It hurts.”

“Does it hurt? Or does it itch? There’s a difference.

"Both, Y/N… This is fuckin’ stupid.”

“No. Nah. Nope… What was stupid was the fact that you, a grown-ass man, didn’t know how to do his own laundry.”

“That’s what you’re for.”

You flick your eyes from his hair to the mirror, catching him with your death stare. “Keep going." He gives you a shit-eating grin, making you fight off a smile of your own.

"This has to be done." He looks at his hair in the mirror, the bleach altering his dark blonde buzz to an icy white.”

“Almost," you sing, running your polished nail through the bleach, eyeing your work.

"And I get whatever I want if I do this. Yeah?”

“Anything you’d like.”

Anything.

It started simply with you and Rafe. He looked like a pouty little man-child, holding his Ralph Lauren polo by the shoulders, his privilege showing as he eyed the streaked bleach stain across the front. This sort of shit had gone on for days. First, it was no detergent, then fabric softener only, followed by straight bleach on the third day. He looked pathetic, desperate to accomplish this simple task. You helped him on the fourth day, sparking a friendship in the process, making your first year at college a little easier.

There was so much stuff he just didn’t know how to do… Stuff that he could fully figure out on his own, but if he did… Then, he wouldn’t need you. And both of you knew that.

There was a spark. There always was. But this time, it was a loaded exchange. You do this for me, and I’ll do anything you’d like, Rafey.

“Purple shampoo?” He mumbles.

“I’m being proactive. Gotta tone it. Don’t question it,” you giggle, emulsifying the shampoo, watching the suds and bleach swirl down the sink. “Gah… Looks so fucking good." He grunts in reply. "Stay here." You run over to the rack, grabbing a fluffy white towel. "Stop!”

“What? Why? It’s my hair, Y/N. Jesus fuck.”

“‘Cause… It’s a surprise," you practically growl out the words through your excitement, swathing the towel around his head, pawing out the water.

"What am I gonna do if this looks like shit?”

“It won’t. It won’t," you smile. "What are you gonna tell Topper?" 

"That I lost a bet. I don’t know. You’re takin’ advantage of me, y/n.”

“You’re the only person I know with a buzz cut, Cameron. It fits your aesthetic. Lean into it.”

“I’m not leaning into shit.”

“Stand up.” You feel your cheeks redden as Rafe rises from his hunched-over position in the sink, his muscular frame bare, just a pair of gray sweats on his tight body. “You blushing, Y/N?" He asks as a cocky smile spreads on his lips. You bite yours, casting your gaze away as you try to collect yourself. "I look that good. Huh?" He taunts, hooking his finger under your chin, guiding your gaze to his. You stare into reach beautiful baby blues, feeling your heart start to race.

"Yeah, Cameron.”

He bites his cheek, holding back an all-too-wide smile as his cheeks redden as well. You reach up, tapping the high point of his face, silently calling him out. “Got me," he whispers, making your heart flutter. "Alright… So, can I look?" You smile and nod. Rafe turns on his heels, eyes widening as he takes himself in. He goes through all the emotions at once, landing on a meh. His lip tugs slightly, shoulders shrugging in acceptance."It’s not that bad…”

“I love it," you praise, smiling brightly back at him.

"You’re way too fuckin’ excited about this, Y/N.”

“Nah… You wouldn’t get it.”

“M'Kay. What now?” He cops a slight attitude, unenthused with the rest of your request. You snatch your phone out of your pocket, flicking to your camera, turning it on record. “NO!" He rips it out of your hand, turning it off before passing it back.

"What…" You pout.

"The fuck do you have to record this for?”

“Me!”

“What are you gonna do with it, Y/N? This goes nowhere.”

“It’s just for me, Rafey. Jesus Christ. Calm your tits.”

“Don’t tell me to calm my tits," he huffs. "I’m so fuckin’ serious, Y/N.”

“I promise,” you answer earnestly. “And, you have to say the thing.”

“I forgot.”

“Bullshit.”

“When?” He crosses his arms before his chest, his hip popped slightly.

“After I start the song, of course,” you tease. “Alexa play Breaking Dishes by Rihanna.”

“This is weird,” he snips, looking down at you disgustingly.

“It’s alright, baby girl. You don’t have to get it.”

“Don’t call me baby girl, Y/N,” he huffs as the song starts to build.

“Fine. Alright, Rafey. Lights, Camera, Action.”

“A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an…”

Rafe rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth, throwing his arms to his sides. His ab muscles flex more than before, making you squeal internally. Fuck, he looks good.  Your eyes widen, threatening him with your glare to say his fucking line. “Snow always lands on top.”

“Ah! Yes, Rafey!” You press the little red button, ending the recording, letting out a delighted squeal before jumping into his arms. His eyes fall down your body, roaming back up nice and slow. Rafe’s gaze gets stuck on your lips, wetting his own, tension building between the two of you as you wait to see if he’ll ask for what you both want.

“You know, Y/N… I wouldn’t do this shit for anybody else," he mumbles. 

"I know," you smile. "So, what do you want, Rafe?" You ask, drawing his focus back to your gaze.

"Helped you set up that big mirror last week," he rasps.

"Mhmm…”

“Wanna fuck you in front of it, Y/N." You feel your stomach flip, your heart instantly picks up pace.

"Oh.”

“That okay?" He asks, leaning in slightly.

"Yeah… That’s okay.”

“You want that?" He smiles; his lips mere centimeters from yours, breathing softly against yours.

"Yeah.”

“Words, Y/N," he whispers.

"I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror, Rafe," you respond, voice hoarse and breathy as your nerves start to get the better of you. Everything fades away as Rafe’s lips crash into yours, taking your breath away, claiming your mouth against his. Heat rolls over your skin. Your body starts to tingle, hands moving from his neck, wrapping around his broad shoulders tightly, drawing him closer. His lips are sweet, just like you expected. A soft moan escapes your lips, landing in his. You feel him smile against your kiss, making you do the same.

"You sure this is okay?" He mumbles between kisses as he walks with you into your bedroom.

”Perfect.“ Rafe’s tongue slips through your lips, greeting yours, rolling softly with your rhythm. Fuck… He draws back from you, looking at the two of you in the mirror. 

"First thing I thought about when you asked me to put this up, Y/N. Been thinkin’ about it ever since.”

“Yeah?" You smile as you look back into his blue jean eyes. "Why do you think I bought it?" His smile shifts to a smirk at the sound of your admittance. Rafe sets you down, making quick work of your clothing, peeling it off between kisses. You bite your lip as your fingers dance over the indentations of his muscles, working down to his waistband, his slutty gray sweats. You work the material over his thighs and down to his ankles. He kicks them off, just a pair of white cotton Calvin’s on his large frame. You take your time, revealing his thick cock inch by inch. His dick springs free, standing straight; a bead of cum gathered on his swollen tip.

His rough fingers ghost over your soft skin. Rafe takes hold of your breasts, pressing them together. His touch lightens, feather-soft circle over your nipples. "Rafe," you whine as you throw your head back. His mouth quickly greets your skin, sucking harshly, skimming and flicking your hardened nipple with his tongue. His hands roam down your body as his lips return to yours. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. It’s happening. Rafe’s hand disappears between your thighs, making you moan. He runs his finger along your silk. 

"So fucking wet for me, y/n," he hums, turning you to face the mirror. You feel your whole body start to pulse, every nerve firing hot. Rafe’s fingers meet your bud, circling softly. You’d always look at his hands, wondering what they could do. 

"Feels so good," you whine, causing him to chuckle sinfully. Rafe pulls another moan out of your parted lips, his dark gaze matching yours over your shoulder. He adds a second finger, curling it inside of you, thrusting in and out. Rafe moves his thumb to your clit, adding a little more pressure. 

"I’ve always wanted you," He growls, lips grazing your ear.

"Yeah," you mewl.

"Do you think about me a lot, y/n?" He breathes.

"Yes," you press out the word through a moan.

"And you wanted to know what my hands could do. Didn’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at me," he taunts. "Are they doin’ it for you, Y/N?" He works you a little harder.

"Yes! Yes." You cry. Your thighs start to tremble. Rafe’s lips lock on your neck, licking you, marking you as his own. "I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, baby. I know," he whispers against your skin. ”Can you be a good girl and cum when I tell you?“

”Rafe, I… S-Shit.“ Your eyes flick open, resting on him as you fight back your pleasure, Rafe working against you, trying his very best to push you over the holding.

"Cum.”

“Fuck!" You lose yourself, fluttering around his fingers. He continues to please you, toiling harder and quicker than before. Your lips crash into his, cries of pleasure against his mouth. The two of you are breathing heavily. Rafe sucks off your bottom lip slowly.

"I can’t wait to have you, y/n," he groans huskily. ”Fuck. That was beautiful.“ Rafe wraps his strong arms around your waist, holding you tightly. "How was that, baby?” He drawls.

“Fantastic… Holy shit.”

His hands fall down your skin, landing on your hips, turning you before pulling you close. Rafe circles your ass, squeezing you, giving you a little spank. Your urges are too strong. You just can’t resist.

You throw yourself in his arms, lips locking with his. He moans into your kiss, tongue rolling with yours. Your hands grasp the front of his thighs, nails sinking in slightly.

You drag your fingers down his tight body. A smile spreads on Rafe’s lips as you wrap your hands around his thick dick.

“Shit, y/n," he chuckles raspily as you fall to your knees.

"Can I suck your cock, Rafey?”

“Mmm… Mhmm," he groans, a lusty chuckle leaving his lips. ”Hell fucking yes, Y/N.“ You feel your confidence building by the moment. You swirl your tongue on his velvety head, collecting his precum on your tongue. Rafe takes a sharp breath, followed by a loose, drawn-out moan.

"I’ve always wanted you in my mouth, Rafe," you pant. You trace the head of his shaft, lips close, breathing warmly against him. "Do you want my mouth?" You whisper onto his tip, his lashes flutter.

"Ugh, Shit. Yes, y/n," he groans. "I need your mouth on my cock." His voice is coarse and delicious, driving you wild. You flatten your tongue, licking him from base to tip. Rafe’s fingers rake through your hair, his hands gripping the back of your head.

His hips thrust into your mouth slowly, pushing you to see how far he can go. He draws out, your tongue swirls to the tip. "Fuck me, Y/N," Rafe hums. The grip on your hair tightens.

Each thrust is deeper than the next, a soft swirl to his tip. Your eyes start to water. Rafe readjusts his stance, his eyebrows furrowing. Bringing your hands up to his balls, you play with them as well. Rafe bites his lips, grunting with each thrust as he starts to buck his hips into your mouth. You’re choking on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks. You bring your fingers down to your warmth, pleasing yourself as well.

”Y/n,“ Rafe grunts, taking notice; his breathing increases. "You’re going to make me cum, baby," he sears. He adjusts his stance, thighs quaking. ”Mmm… Y/n. I can’t wait to have you. I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you, Y/N,“ he growls, eyes pinched shut. Hollowing your cheeks, you increase your suction, causing his lips to part. You feel his dick twitch on your tongue. Rafe thrusts into you roughly, his climax spilling deep into your throat. He throws his head back again, holding yours against him as you scratch your nails along his ass. "Y/n, f-fuck," he pants, breathing rapidly. ”Ugh… Holy shit.“ You come off him slowly, eyes set on him. "Best blowjob of my life..”

“Stop,” you giggle.

“Fuck, y/n. I mean it." He helps you to your feet, quickly pulling you in tightly. He presses a kiss against your forehead, breathing rapidly, still coming down from his climax. "Can’t wait to taste you, Y/N?”

“M'so wet…" You hum, fanning the flame. His eyes darken, trailing your curves before tossing you down on the bed. You feel your pussy throb, craving Rafe’s lips; his fingers; his cock. He wraps his arms around your thighs, drawing you toward his face.

You throw your arms above your head, arching your back as his tongue glides through your silk. "Shit," you mewl as you feel the warmth of his mouth, and the whisper of his breath against your sex. Rafe buries himself between your thighs, nose brushing your clit; tongue dipping into your entrance. Your heart starts to race again. You prop yourself up on your elbow, meeting his stare. Drawing your hands up your body, you take hold of your breasts. Rafe moans against your pussy, watching as you play with yourself.

He whispers your name softly against your clit; you toss your head back. Feeling the roughness of his hand against your stomach, working higher. Rafe palms your breast, rolling your nipple softly between his fingers. You feel your pleasure building. Your body moves, grinding your hips to get a little more friction. Rafe’s hand lowers, your anticipation builds. He licks a line up your slit. His fingers toy with your entrance. "Rafe, please," you wail, your thighs widening, pressure building in between. "Ugh… Fuck!" You cry. Rafe sinks two fingers deep, his soft lips sucking roughly. Your thighs start to quiver as he thrusts his digits in and out.

”Can you cum on my fingers?“ He breathes. "Can you soak my hand for me?”

“Yes… Yes.”

“Mmm… My cock’s gonna feel so good sliding in and out of this pretty pussy, Y/N.”

“Yes!" You punch out the word, back arching off the bed. You feel your release, just like he asked, making a mess of his hand as you grip the sheets. You can hear the sound of it. His fingers working sloppily, in and out.

"Baby…" You stutter, relaxing around his fingers, craving more. Rafe grips your hips in his strong hands, tugging you even closer to the edge. You tilt your head up, watching as he takes a grip on his cock, hard and throbbing. Your eyes shift as he guides himself closer. He seizes himself by the base, tapping his dick against your clit. Your thighs tremble with each touch, spurs of pleasure, your sensitivity at an all-time high.

"So fucking wet," he praises. Rafe’s hands shift, taking a harsh hold on the back of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. "Mmm… Hold these f'me," he groans. You relax your head to the side as Rafe runs his tips through your silk, his eyes meet yours in the mirror, a smile spreading on his lips.

His mouth parts, mirroring yours as his cock starts to stretch you out. You let out a soft whimper, your eyebrows knit as he gives you all of him. Every inch pushes you to your limit; your eyes roll back as he draws out, quickly thrusting back in.

Your hands grab his forearms, holding on tightly, drawing him closer, pulling him deeper. "Look at me, Y/N," he moans, his eyes shifting from the mirror, driving into yours. He leans into you, folding you in half, pinning your thighs against the bed as he kisses you deeply. Your tongues intertwine, moaning and blissful cries are exchanged between your lips.

You separate slightly, breathing rapidly, lips hovering close. His skin slaps against yours, your forehead, nestled against his. "You’re so fuckin’ beautiful," he pants.

”God, this feels so good.“

"So good, baby," he echoes. Rafe picks up speed, feeling your walls drawn in around him. His strong hands grip your hips, using them as leverage to drive deeper.

You throw your head back, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself about to fall apart. Your mouth draws open, a string of curses and praise flow freely. Rafe’s lips lock onto your nipple, sucking hard.

"Rafe. Fuck!” Your pleasure releases, your body pulses around his shaft. Your hands reach for him, pulling slightly, tugging him toward your lips. Rafe picks you up swiftly, taking a seat on the bed, his cock still deep inside.

“Are you okay?" He pants with a smile.

"So good… So fucking good.”

You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe starts to bounce on the mattress. His breathing increases; you can tell he’s close. Grabbing his shoulders, you press him down on the bed. Rafe’s hands squeeze your ass tightly, guiding you, setting a rapid tempo. “Fuck… Ugh," he whimpers. "I’m gonna cum.” He takes you by surprise, drawing out quickly, rolling you to your back.

He plunges back in, reaching for air as he grunts and moans incoherent words. “I’m cumming… Shit," he groans as he climaxes. Rafe continues to drive his release deeper. He presses his lips and body against yours, rocking slowly to a stop.

"Holy shit…." he pants, holding you close. Rafe nuzzles himself into your neck, breathing rapidly as he kisses you softly. You sigh blissfully, relaxing into the bed, giving him better access to your skin. His lips work over your neck, moving up to your jaw.

"So…" he whispers.

"So," you giggle, your heart racing rapidly against his.

"I like you, Y/N, if that’s not clear. And that… Fuck. That was so damn good," he groans blissfully.

"I like you too," you cup his cheeks in your hands, kissing him gently.

"And, just so we’re crystal clear, you pictured yourself fuckin’ me and not…" He points to his hair, narrowing his eyes on yours.

"Rafe? No, President Snow. Of course, I pictured myself fucking you and not Rafe Cameron.”

“Brat." He spanks your ass, making you yelp.

"Fuck, Rafe!” You whine as you look back, watching the print shift from white to red.

“Ah, shit. You don’t like it rough, Y/N?" He taunts through a snickering laugh. You lower your lips to him, brushing gently.

"You owe me now, Rafey… Round two. I like it rough.”

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is this real? - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: breakup, attempt of a makeup. but you're not here to play around, wanting security, but it doesn't help when jude can't find out what he really wants. is your love really worth the shot?

wc: 2.7 k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: hi! i'm back this is kinda angsty and kinda meh :( i still hope you enjoy and like tho! also I will be starting a small jude series in the upcoming weeks, which I'm super excited about! in the mean time here is this :)

“Hi, buddy. Hi! How’s my big baby?” you say in a gentle voice to the German shepherd who couldn't stop licking your face in excitement, his tail wagging and almost crying. It was a month since you had seen Duke, and it was safe to say he missed you as well. He was a birthday gift from Jude about a year ago, since you had asked for one, and Jude wanted a guard dog when he wasn't home. 

You remember the day vividly since it was during the summer, a few weeks before his season ended, and you had the opportunity to travel with Duke around the holidays you took. Duke was a momma's boy, he wouldn’t ever leave your side no matter what. If Jude was here he would acknowledge him but he refused to leave your side. Duke was the biggest and softest sweetheart, he was so friendly and always so happy, so you wondered how he was after you and Jude split. 

Duke came into your embrace and let you hold him for a good five minutes before you got up and made sure he had his breakfast. You practised a few tricks and rewarded him with treats after. He continued to follow you around as you picked up your suitcases and took them upstairs. He tilted his head to the side confused before he whined and touched your leg, “I'm not going anywhere buddy, at least not yet,” you leaned down and kissed his head. He ran up the stairs and watched as you ragged up the three suitcases. 

Duke layed on the carpet as you went into the closet and began to retrieve your jeans and leggings from the drawer, along with your other skirts and shorts you had. Those all barely fit into one suitcase, having to lay on top of it in order to close it. One task was done but you still had to retrieve the other parts of your stuff. You wanted to make sure no trace of you was left behind. Wanting to leave a blank new canvas for Jude’s life. 

After putting that suitcase in your car, you walked back upstairs and started to take your shirts from the hangers. You never realised just how much clothes you had. Any of the shirts or dresses Jude had gifted you, you set them aside in a different pile in a box labelled “do whatever you want” for Jude to decide. You were being petty but you didn't care, you didn't want anything to do with him anymore, all the jewellery and stuff he gave you went into that box, including that damn promise ring…

“Y/n we need to talk…” Jude sighed, he shifted towards you as you sat on the park bench overlooking the small lake. “What's up? Is everything okay?” you ask, your full attention towards him. Jude covered his face, his breathing becoming uneasy as well as his heart. He wanted to avoid it but when you saw his state, the goosebumps appearing, you knew what he was about to do… it was a sign and you felt it.

“I-I-I wanna break up,” he stuttered, avoiding how you stared shocked with wide eyes at him. You let out a small gasp as tears brimmed your eyes, “But why? Have I done something?” you say shaky. You had the urge to reach over and comfort him, wipe his tears away, and reassure him you were here for him, but now you could just stare at him. Stare at his bloodshot eyes, his eyes completely dark and uneasy. 

“You haven't done a single thing, baby, I have to do this… I'm moving away and I just can’t do long distance, knowing that I'm holding you back. I also want to focus on myself and my career, I can’t let this move go to waste, it's a dream and an opportunity…”

Your gaze averted to the white swans in front of you, watching as they cuddled into each other, and swam away. You said nothing, having difficulty processing his words. It seemed like he made up his mind, and you always said you wouldn't hold him back… but now all you wanted to do was fight for your relationship. Fight for him. “Say something…” Jude said, watching intently as your bottom lip trembled. 

You sniffled and wiped your nose and tears away as you stood up. “What’s there to say… you’ve made up your mind. I’ll just go along with it” You smiled and shrugged upset, turning around and beginning to walk away from him. You heard as Jude shuffled around, and jogged towards you. “Wait wait wait, what do you mean? You have to say something, Y/n!”

“No, I don’t. All I can say is I hope it goes well with you Jude, that you have the best season ever in Madrid… And no, you would’ve not held me back… I know what I want, but now it looks like you're not a part of it,” you avoided his pleading eyes. Your gaze returned back to the white swans who now drifted away from each other. “Don't do this Y/n…” Jude begged, grabbing your chin gently, facing you to him where he had tears running down his face.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is, Jude. I’ll miss you but I won’t beg for you to stay, hold you back like you say. I’ll respect your decision…” Jude just stared at the girl who he loves to walk away. Jude cursed at himself, jogging to you because he made a mistake, a regret. But it was too late because you quickly disappeared. 

The first few days were rough, you avoided any light or noise, just staring out at the wall in front of you. But you grew angry at yourself and the world. Jude had left you, and everything inside you felt broken. You couldn't shake away the tears anytime you saw him pop into your head. Jude was a constant reminder he would always be there. 

For Jude it was worse, he showed up to training late, spoke only to his brother and mom who grew concerned, and even lost his spot in the starting eleven for their last game. Jude was devastated and without you there, he couldn't piece his life together. Jude wouldn't sleep, especially now that your sweet scent was gone from his pillow and sheets. If someone had asked Jude if this was where he would have been a year ago he would have laughed at their face.  

Jude had come back from a last meeting with his club, he was exhausted and only wanted to sleep. But he was taken back when he saw the house spotless, and it was strange that Duke didn't greet him at the door. But he smelled that sweet scent again, lingering all over the living room and kitchen, were you here?

Jude tried and tried to contact you, asking how you were or what you were doing, but there wasn't any sign of you. He would just watch your stories when you'd post but it looked like you were always with someone… He was beginning to grow frustrated, why couldn't you respond back to him? 

Jude walked up the stairs, seeing the bedroom door you once shared open. He looked around the room and saw different clothes piled everywhere. “No no, this can’t be happening..” Jude said out loud causing you to get startled. You avoided his gaze and whispered a small ‘shit, fuck’. You weren’t expecting him to come so soon home, or was it that you were here for more than you intended to be? Jude’s eyes directed to you, who was standing there looking effortlessly elegant and beautiful, his Y/n…

“I've set all the clothes and stuff you’ve given me in this box… you can do what you please with them, I don’t want it…” you say in a soft tone, cutting the silence from the room. Jude shook his head, still trying to process everything, “This can't be real… There is no way this is happening right now… This is just a dream right.” Jude paced back and forth, a hand on his forehead as he nervously chuckled.

Why was it so difficult to process what you were doing? Why was the image of you packing causing an ache in his chest? Why did it feel like you were packing away every memory and throwing it away? You were packing your stuff away and Jude knew it would be the last time he saw or heard of you. “Jude… Calm down…” you say, just watching as he sits on the bed in denial. “This day was bound to come… We have to move on, you know?” 

“It’ll be okay Jude-”

“No, it won’t. I can’t move on knowing that I still love you and the fact you're here packing everything away is hurting me, Y/n…” Jude stressed, just wanting to feel your comfort, your hands relaxing his tense body and whispering that you would stay. “Jude you broke up with me. I'm giving you space to figure yourself out but you can’t hold onto hope one day things will change. This is what you wanted, no?” you said, testing the waters. 

Jude went silent, unsure of what to say. He wanted to blurt out to stay, to not leave, that he loves you, but he had trouble doing so. Duke stood and came to your side, going between your legs and sitting, he was protecting you, Duke sensed you were feeling sad and recognized you felt like crying. “No, this wasn't what I wanted… I thought if I did what I did, it would benefit both of us but for me, it isn't… Fuck I can’t even drink my coffee without thinking of you there!”

Jude stood up, his height intimidated you as he towered over you, and you became shy and nervous. “I can’t sleep knowing the pain I caused for both of us or the fact your scent isn't in my sheets anymore… I can’t go and pass by the park we visit because it reminds me of you. I can’t help the fact I lost my best friend and girlfriend at the same time because I thought I was doing the right thing in protecting our hearts… Or it's the fact I refuse to let you go because I love you still.”

“Protect us from what exactly? Jude, I thought we were doing fine! We discussed how our relationship would work once you moved to Madrid. I have a year left of uni, graduating early so I can start my career early because that has always been my plan. You wouldn't hold me back from anything, I knew what I was getting myself into when I started dating you… If you had these doubts we could've talked it out, maybe save ourselves from all this!”

“I was scared you would lose interest and get tired of all the back and forth. Scared you would get unhappy knowing that the long distance would affect us both. I wouldn't know how you felt, and you drifting away, us growing apart, I didn't want that,” Jude insists, his hand connecting with your jaw and running his thumb along your cheek. You leaned into his touch, relishing the feeling, and fluttered your eyes closed, a sense of safety and home. 

“In a relationship, there’s stuff we need to sacrifice to make it work, and I was willing to do that because I love you. I want to see you succeed Jude, after all these years, the hard work, and dedication, you deserve this. Which is why I think it's best if we leave things as it is… We’re so used to and wrapped around each other we-”

“No no no, please-”

“You don't know what you want Jude! You pick and decide and live life as it goes! And I can't put myself through that because look at you now, you first claiming you couldn't do long distance and now saying we could work it out. What if two months in you realise it wasn't what you wanted? Are you becoming unhappy and breaking up once again? I refuse to be put through that, be treated like a test or lab rat just for your self-satisfaction. I also deserve to be happy,” you state, frustrated wiping your tears away and stepping back from him. 

Jude knew you were right, he hated it because it meant that now his biggest nightmare was becoming true. You were done, you were just done, you’d be willing to move on. Jude knew you for who you were, a girl who would listen and observe and not comment, but when you talked you spoke to let the message be clear and heard. So hearing this from you was quite humbling. He didn't know what he wanted, he was confused. 

“You’ll meet new people in Spain, this is just the beginning of something exciting and yet scary. Try it out Jude enjoy it, because this depends on how your future will be, around the people you're surrounded with… You never know, you may just find yourself where you should be… And I will always be here for you like I have, but right now it's better if we just focus on ourselves…” you say frowning, your palms sliding against each other to soothe your nerves. 

Jude just let out a breath and cried, his shoulders shaking and lips trembling which caused you to tear up knowing what you said was hurting him. But in all honestly it was the truth, “Come here,” you said, Jude didn't hold back and wrapped his arms around you, his head hiding in the crook of your neck as he let himself be completely vulnerable, holding you tight so he could relish the moment forever. Duke whined and laid his head on your legs, confused. 

Four months later here you were in England, mostly busy at Uni and an internship you managed to get after getting a referral. Duke and you enjoy walks in the morning and sometimes evening, going to dog parks to clear your head. You hate to say it but the breakup had taken a huge toll on you, you refused to admit it though. It was hard to lose the only person who had been there from day one. 

Jude was thriving in Spain, quickly fitting into the team and contributing to many goals and some assists. Best and youngest player, with many nominees to awards, It looked like he was doing better and happy, but you wouldn't know since your messages became less and less through those four months. You hated feeling a bit angry, jealous, and frustrated because he was doing better than you. 

But that would vanish because, at the end of the day, his happiness was yours as well. Even though you were miles apart, there was always something that brought the two of you together, which was Duke. You relished the good memories with Jude and cried to sleep because it wouldn't happen soon again. But a moment of honesty, you had to move on and not hold onto hope he would come back and chase you.

You learned to live with the fact but it was still hard to process. Maybe in another lifetime, you could have what you did with Jude, but for now, you were okay. It might be hard, but if something is worth fighting for, then it will occur, they just needed and required a huge miracle. You might have lost Jude but it meant you could learn from that and become a stronger person. 

Having been invited to an art gallery and museum, you got ready for the evening. Had the patience to complete a perfect blowout, and do your makeup. You also had the chance to wear your new black dress that fit perfectly for the evening. “How do I look Duke?” his head propped up and barked, which made you giggle. 

You turned to face the mirror for one last look, fixing your necklace, hiding the J initial that was still there, and spraying your favourite perfume. Your doorbell rang, and a few knocks were heard as you approached the door. Unbeknownst to you, Jude was on the other side. You opened the door to reveal him. “Jude!” you gasped, Duke coming to your side and shaking his tail when he saw Jude. Jude’s eyes roamed your body, his mouth slightly agape feeling breathless.

“I was hoping we could talk. Can I come in?”

[neteyamssock]

NOT SO BAD, AFTER ALL.

╰┈➤ PART V.

pairing: neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: when neteyam and you met each other for the first time, they were overwhelmed with feelings they have never felt before.

wordcount for this chapter: 2.9k

tags: love at first sight, misunderstanding, arranged marriage/mateship, betrayal, angst, happy ending, etc.

a/n: this is so meh lmao. unedited. will edit later tho!

text dividers credits to @/cafekitsune

masterlist

part iv | part vi

PART V.

“Like you brother. I was asking tsmuke if she likes you…” Tsireya smiled forcefully, walking towards Ao’nung.

You felt your breath constrict, you cannot look him in the eye. You’re afraid, thinking that this is your consequences of letting your heart rule over your actions. The warning of the Tsahik was still fresh in your mind.

Ao’nung noticed your peculiarity, but Tsireya’s words quickly grabbed all his attention. After a few seconds that seems forever to you, you heard him sneer. “She’s just saying that, whatever. ”

You felt yourself relaxing. This is the first time you were glad that Ao’nung is a lot more dumb than you thought. If he was a lot smarter, then this could’ve been a lot worse.

Tsireya also relaxed as you and her exchanged glances. As Tsireya and Ao’nung talk, you heard that Ao’nung had finally apologized to Lo’ak, and didn’t seem as disgusted with the second sully boy. You were not aware what had transpired between Ao’nung and Lo’ak, but it seems that Lo’ak had finally proven himself to Ao’nung and earned his respect. You felt bitter when you came to a conclusion. It’s neteyam he’s not willing to be close to.

“He’s a skxawng, but he saved me from father and mother’s anger. Unlike someone else.”

You ignored his pointed stare. You are not his savior, it is not your duty to protect him from the consequences of his mistakes.

“Stop blaming tsumuke, Ao’nung. She was scolded by mother too.” Tsireya came into your defense, which you are grateful for.

Ao’nung’s eyes widened. He didn’t know, that’s for sure.

You didn’t really care. Your heart is still pounding in your chest, fear of being caught has not yet left your system. Before standing up to prepare more medicinal plants, you shot Tsireya a grateful glance for saving you. You cannot imagine how chaotic it would be once the truth is revealed.

I owe you life, sister. I hope I can repay this in the future.

Both neteyam and lo’ak got grounded. You don’t what it meant until Kiri and Tuk came to play with you and explained that the brothers were ordered to stay inside their marui without going outside for a few days. Kiri said that Neteyam got grounded because he failed on watching over lo’ak, and although you felt it was unfair to Neteyam, you remained silent. Jakesuli is their father, he has the right to do what he thinks is right for his family.

You tried hard to hide the loss in your face but Kiri could read you quite easily as she patted your back. “Don’t think so much. He’ll be fine, it’s just being stuck inside the marui until Dad finally calms down. If you miss him, I could sneak you in once Mom and Dad are out.”

You felt your cheeks warm as you shook your head. “N-no need. I’m not desperate…”

“If Tsireya can, and so can you.” She cut you off, making you gasp.

“Tsireya sneaked in?!”

“Couldn’t stand not seeing Lo’ak, so she asked me for help.” Kiri and Tuk snickered to each other, while you remained shocked.

After a few seconds, you shook your head with a smile. Tsireya has really fallen head over heels over the second sully boy. It makes you wonder if the Tsahik even knows this. There’s an immediate answer. Of course she knows. You even had a suspicion that the Tsahik already had doubts about you and neteyam. You are scared for you and neteyam if someone ever discovers what’s brewing between you and the oldest sully boy, but alongside that fear was the feeling of thrill; the excitement of going against the waves for the first time in your life.

“So what do you say?” Kiri asked you again when she finished laughing with Tuk. You hesitated because it might get the two girls in trouble.

“It must be Eywa’s plan to separate us two for a while…” You started, the words of the Tsahik still fresh in your mind. You don’t want any trouble coming Neteyam’s way as you had troubled him enough.

Kiri seemed to understand and didn’t push anymore. Tuk looked confused but knew she’s not in the right age to participate in this situation and could only hope that everything settles down soon.

You knew they were at the shore, but you didn’t come because you knew Ao’nung’s doubt. You told Kiri to tell Neteyam about it, and she promised to convey your message to Neteyam. You felt bad, but you firmly believe you are doing it for Neteyam. Unless you clean your own mess, you cannot let anybody know about you and Neteyam, because you know that it would ruin him more than you. He’d be an outcast, a disgraceful man that came after a promised girl. He’s too kind, too perfect for that. He doesn’t deserve that.

You told him you can. So you would. You began to prepare yourself for what you are about to do.

You heard that Lo’ak was saved by the rouge tulkun, payakan. It was almost unbelievable, but the mere presence of Lo’ak is the proof that his words were true. Tsireya believed everything he said. Although Lo’ak seem upset when everyone tried to convince him that payakan is a danger.

You missed Neteyam so much, but you persevered. You cannot mess this up. So the only thing you did that can comfort you in his absence was visiting your secret place. Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw Neteyam sitting alone in the marui, looking at you as if he knew you would come.

“...Teyam,” You almost sobbed. You missed him so much. Without hesitation, Neteyam pulled you in his arms.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t come.” His voice quivered. He was afraid, afraid that you suddenly woke up and regretted whatever’s going on between the two of you. He tried so hard to stop himself from coming to you himself when Kiri told him that you wouldn’t see him for a while.

“I’m sorry, Teyam. I didn’t mean…”

Neteyam shook his head. “I know, reef girl. You know I wouldn’t force you to do things you are not ready for. We have a lot on our shoulders, both of us.”

You smiled despite feeling pain in your chest. “I shouldn’t be seeing you. I-I’m afraid that Ao’nung will use this to pick a fight with you.”

Neteyam looked at you, “He can pick a fight with me as many times as he wants, I would gladly accept it if it means being with you.”

You knew he was telling the truth, no falsehood in his words. But picking up a fight wouldn’t be the only thing Ao’nung would demand from Neteyam. His life as well. No na’vi would simply look away from the fact that their prospective mate is in love with another man.

Yes, you finally admit that you have fallen in love with Neteyam. You don’t know what love means, but you have never felt this feeling you have for Neteyam for anyone else. You cannot look away from it, you cannot run from it, and no matter how you tried to ignore it its there to haunt you all the time. You knew you cannot stop it unless you dug out your heart.

You leaned in his arms, looking at the bright bioluminescent freckles on Neteyam’s chest. You wish you could kiss them but you’re too cowardly to act on these desires. He seem to notice the fascination in your eyes as he kissed your hair.

“Like what you see?”

You rolled your eyes, you never expected that Neteyam would hide such cocky nature. He should be thankful to Eywa that he had something to live up to his arrogance. You wonder how many forest girls would be seething just by seeing you in his arms.

“Have you ever sneaked out with a girl before?” You heard yourself asking. To your surprise, he shook his head.

“Back in the forest, those things aren’t my priority, you know? I am the future olo-eyktan, used to be, and I have my siblings to look out for. This is the first time that I actually dare to accompany a girl deep in the eclipse.” His chest vibrated as his speak, making you smile as you leaned your face into his neck.

“I also never thought I’d do this, you know? I have never thought about it until I met you.”

“The ever dutiful tsakarem,” He teased.

“Ah, the ever dutiful son of Toruk Makto.”

Both of you laughed. You slowly separated from Neteyam as you took out a bracelet from your satchel.

“Here, i-i made it for you. I hope you like it.” It was something you weaved while you were avoiding Neteyam and locking yourself in your marui. The shiny shells and beads made from the roots of mangrove trees were something you have been collecting since you were a child, once dreaming of weaving something for your future mate.

You felt so complicated that you didn’t hesitate in taking some of those shells and beads you have painstakingly collected to make something for Neteyam.

“This… this is so beautiful. T-thank you.”

You felt amused seeing his darkening cheeks, glad that you had an effect on him like he has to you. You stared at his golden eyes, hoping he’d meet yours, hoping for him to understand what you want him to understand, what you wanted to convey but cannot speak of.

You weren’t disappointed, as he stared back at you with the same intensity and all your doubts settled. You communicated through your eyes, thousands of words yet none spoken.

You didn’t know how it started when your lips danced with his, matching each other’s rhythm with so much fervor. Your hand sneaked into his neck and to his braids as he kissed you like no tomorrow. At this moment you finally understand everything, from the moment you met Neteyam at the shore of awa’atlu. He’s everything you weren’t, everything you ever wanted. A promise of freedom, a taste of romance.

When your lips separated from his both of you were heaving, his arm possessively wrapped around your waist. You looked at his eyes full of burning desire, and you couldn’t help but to kiss him again.

He stopped you. “That’s enough, reef girl.” He chuckled as his thumb rubbed your lower lips, voice hoarse. “Wouldn’t want the Tsahik killing the both of us, because i don’t know if I can stop if we continue.”

You pushed him playfully and stood up, you know you must go. “I must go, forest boy. The Tsahik may visit my marui tonight and it would be bad if she does not see me there.”

Neteyam also stood up, staring at you tenderly before taking your hand into his. “I can do it, reef girl. Just ask me, and I’d do everything and you don’t have to do anything—”

You covered his mouth. “I cannot. It’s unfair to you.”

“But this is also my business. It’s OUR business.”

“Look at me, Neteyam.” You cupped his face with your hands. “This would not work if its only you fighting. We should deal with it together, side by side.”

In one fine day, you and Tsireya has finally decided to bring the Sully’s into the Cove of Ancestors, the most sacred place in awa’atlu. You have missed your parents terribly, and wanted answers and guidance from them, thus you find this as an opportunity. Perhaps your mother could give you the answers you were looking for.

Ao’nung was grumbling about it, but at least he wasn’t as mean as before. He talks with Lo’ak in a more relaxed way, as he had learned to respect Lo’ak due to the incident from before. He also formed an unlikely friendship with Kiri, the one he’s always picking on before. Although it was more of a love and hate friendship rather than a healthy friendship. It’s still a win though, for this friendship ended the constant fights between Neteyam and Ao’nung.

“Come ride with me?” You asked Neteyam as you called your ilu, smiling when he subtly touches your tail with his fingers.

“I have my own ilu, you know?” He chuckles as he makes his way towards you. Whispering, he asked. “Can’t part with me even for a second?”

Your face warmed as you looked away. “I only need a yes or no, but you already said a lot of nonsense.”

Everyone noticed the two of you dawdling about as Tuk screamed, “Hurry up guys!”

So without waiting for his answer, you rode your ilu and caught up with the others. You heard Neteyam snicker behind you as you rolled your eyes, finding it hard to believe how much influence he has on you.

Lo’ak and Tsireya had gotten much closer, that you noticed. Those touches, both intentional and unintentional, were becoming more and more apparent. It makes you wonder, were you and Neteyam like them too? Do people ever notice when Neteyam’s hand would brush against your tail, his fingers trail on your spine? His lips ghosting on your ears?

“Are you okay?” Neteyam asked you as he rode his ilu right next to you. Looking at your absentminded appearance, he’s worried his simple teasing provoked your anger. If not for Ao’nung eyeing the two of you from time to time, he might have jumped from his ilu to your, hugging you to his chest.

“I’m fine, I’m just thinking about Lo’ak and Tsireya. It seems that there’s going to be celebration of engagement soon.” You giggled to yourself before your lips stiffened when you catch a glimpse of a wistful smile from Neteyam.

“Ah, that skxawng finally bagged something for himself. A spirit brother and a beloved person.”

You smiled at Neteyam’s words, albeit hurting from the inside. You envy Tsireya who can proudly tell everyone about Lo’ak, while you can only keep Neteyam a secret like some clandestine affair. “....When the tulkuns come back, I’ll take you to meet my spirit sister. She would adore you.” Like I do.

“That would be nice, I hope she won’t toss me to an akula.” Both of you laughed as you raced together to catch up with the rest.

Diving underwater to connect with the spirit tree requires a diving partner. Almost immediately both Ao’nung and Neteyam swam towards you.

“I’m her diving partner,” Ao’nung signed to Neteyam. Before the oldest sully can answer, you waved at Ao’nung.

“I’m going to teach him how to bond with the spirit tree. Just go do your thing.”

With a doubtful gaze, Ao’nung swam away towards Roxto. Looking at his back, you exchanged glances with Neteyam which made him almost laugh out loud. You surface when you’re out of breath. I’ll be fine. You signed to Neteyam which he nodded.

You took your kuru and slowly did tsaheylu with the glowing tendrils of the spirit tree.

Your parent’s marui was the first thing you saw, followed by your parents sitting side by side as your father sharpens his spear, and your mother weaves.

Tears fell one by one, you cannot even call their name. You can not open your mouth to call them, you can only sob.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong, why are you crying?”

“Ma sa’nok! Ma sempul!”

“What’s wrong, what made you so sad?”

It's been a long time since you last saw them. You never really visit the spirit tree much, afraid to see them. Afraid of their reaction to what you had become. You're afraid they would resent you for not following your grandfather’s heart.

“I missed you,” You whispered between your sobs, hugging them tightly to convey your flooding emotions. They hugged you back with the same intensity.

“We miss you too, but tell me, baby girl, what’s on your mind? What makes you so conflicted?”

You began to relay the events to your parents, from the moment you were arranged to Aonung, to the arrival of the Sully family into awa’atlu, to the budding feelings you had with Neteyam, and your determination to end the arrangement done by your grandfather.

You expected your parents to lash out, to express their disappointment, and their protests against your relationship with Neteyam.

But what you didn't expect was a kiss on your forehead.

“Syulang, your grandfather loves you more than anything in the world. So whatever your decision will be, I’m sure he wouldn't be mad at you. Always follow your heart, no matter what.”

Your mother had tears in her eyes as she gazed at you. There's pride in their eyes as they look at you in a new light. You have now grown up and ready for the new chapter of your life.

They might not be there anymore, but they're always watching over you. Proud for your achievements, with you in your failures, and supports all your decisions wholeheartedly.

“Baby girl, life is finite. Do what your heart calls for. Eywa will bless your kind heart.”

With a gasp, you opened your eyes and saw Neteyam looking at you worriedly. Both of you quickly surfaced as you took in deep breaths.

Neteyam patted your back, concern palpable in his eyes. “Are you okay, ocean girl?”

You smiled as you turned towards him, giving him the happiest smile you could ever muster. “They support me, neteyam. They said I should do what my heart calls for.”

We can finally be together. We can finally make it official. Neteyam will officially be mine.

Neteyam laughed, relieved at your bright countenance. “Congratulations, ocean girl. You're finally getting what you are dreaming for.”

You flicked his forehead as both of you bobbed up and down in the water. “It’s also your victory as much it’s mine, forest boy.”

[the-fab-fox]

Could you possibly do a Drabble with Idia x Reader with the cute pocky game you had going on?

@ Anonymous,

Thank you for the request. Literally no one has been requesting any so I was super excited to get yours. And it's Idia which tickles me. Lol.

I hope you enjoy and sorry about the wait. A lot of stuff came up. (I have gotten a lot more requests since the initial drafting of this. Also, I'll be making a collection of these on AO3 so if you'd like me to gift the fic to you, please drop your AO3 in the notes.)

Original Post

Without further ado—

Idia x f!Reader

[ One-Shot under the cut. ]

Idia was legit not surprised with how the game the Ramshackle Prefect introduced to them all had spread like wildfire throughout the campus.

They were teenagers, after all. Meat suits with raging hormones and maybe a couple handfuls of brain cells shared between the whole of the student body. And several of those brain cells were held in vice-like grips by specific singular students, making the overall pool of available brain cells even smaller for the rest of them.

The Ignihyde Housewarden was just glad that no one with half a brain would ever consider inviting him to play.

As if I'd want to? A game designed for normies who just want an excuse to suck face? No thanks! I'm good. He rolled his eyes. Tch, it's so cringe it hurts.

At least, that's what he continued to tell himself. If he didn't really buy his own words... well, that was his business and no one else's.

The problem wasn't the game itself, he supposed… if he really stopped to think about it. But he didn't want to think about it.

Ugh. Hope some new cringe fad comes out ASAP! This really triggers my rage.

He sighed as he watched his game load bar slowly inch toward completion. Because, of freaking course, the server would be hella saturated today of all days.

Groaning, he CTRL + ALT + DEL’ed out of the game rather than wait for it to load before exiting out.

This thing’s got me not even wanting to play my games. FML! This is the WORST!

He got up and jerkily opened his deskside food cabinet. Pulling out a random noodle cup, he slammed it onto his desk. Luckily, it wasn't hard enough to crush it. Much.

It was still functional, in any case, so whatever.

Smoothing out the cup as well as he could, he opened it and added some hot water from his electric kettle. Setting the lid over it once more, he idly played with the little ingredient packet as he grabbed a spoon from the little plastic drawer set on his desk.

Why can't these idiots think about anything, but making out and shit?

In reality, Idia knew why.

He was one of the idiots, after all. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone. In fact, he tried his very best to ignore it completely.

Admitting that he wanted to make out with someone would mean he'd have to think about the very person he wanted to make out with.

That person?

The one who had set this whole mess into motion.

“Meh,” he muttered, glancing at the little digital numbers at the bottom left hand side of his desktop screen. Meh, meh, meh.

After a few more minutes, Idia couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the top off the noodle cup and tossed it aside, giving it no mind to where it drifted. Ripping open the packet, he poured the ingredients in and used the spoon to stir them. Some of the broth spilled with how aggressively he stirred, which only further fueled his ire.

Damn it. Damn it all to Tartarus.

He began to eat, ignoring the slight crunch to the noodles as well as he could. He had just finished up his impromptu meal, downing both a small energy drink as well as half a bottle of water, when a sound rose in the air that he hadn't expected.

Knocking.

Glaring at his door, he was about to yell at whoever was on the other side to just leave him alone to his misery when he realized that there were only two people who would knock on his door.

The other Ignihyde students would never. If they needed to get ahold of him for any reason, they knew well they would need to contact him via technological means. Ortho-chan would just come right in. None of his peers outside the dorm would come to see him. He had no friends after all. Not really.

Well… maybe…

No. Especially not her. Like yeah, okay. She was like really sweet, and nice, and actually seemed interested in what he had to say when he went full fanboy and otaku mode, but that was just her being nice. Nothing more.

And yet, she was one of the two people who would be on the other side of that door.

The other was Crowley, but considering the fact that he was Crowley, the man would more likely just summon him to his office rather than pay a visit to his dorm.

Which meant it could only be the Ramshackle Prefect.

As if proving him right, another knock came upon the door, followed by the annoyingly cute sound of his crush’s voice.

“Idia? I know you're in there. Can I come in?”

What kind of event did I trigger? Idia sighed heavily. He hated this.

Somewhere along the line, Idia had come to realize that when it came to the otherworlder, he had a very hard—if not impossible—time denying her anything.

He brought his hands up to his face, letting out as quiet and muffled a groan as possible before pulling his hands away once more. Taking a shaky breath, he stood and crossed the space between his desk and the door.

The third year wondered if he should just ignore her. After all, if he didn't answer, she would have to leave at some point right?

“Idia Shroud!”

“Eep!”

“I'm not leaving until you let me in, mister!”

Idia tried and failed not to smile.

He could just picture her. Standing on the other side of the door, hands on her hips, glaring cutely at the door like some romance anime heroine.

For the love of STYX, why was she so freaking cute?

And why was she so determined to see him?

It made no sense.

Except that she likes and cares about you, another voice said. His mind, and the rest of him, silenced the thought as quickly as it came.

His face became a grimace and he decided that now was the time to get this visit over with, so that he could get back to his raging pity party.

Whatever she wanted couldn't take that long, right?

Just rip the bandaid and be done with it.

Spite forced his hand in the end. He unlocked and pulled the door open, his face still a deep scathing frown. The moment his eyes met those deep, warm brown eyes—however—he felt his demeanor and posture go shy.

“Ah, h-hey…” he said by way of greeting, with the smallest smile on his face. Then he remembered he was supposed to be annoyed, and tried to force the grimace once more. He wasn't sure if he managed, but the moment he took in the rest of her, he had to keep himself from laughing.

If he had to hazard a guess, he imagined he looked a lot more like the nauseous emoji rather than a scathing one.

The reason for his sudden urge to laugh was that the Ramshackle Prefect was, no cap, standing with a wide, determined stance with her closed fists on her hips as she looked up at him.

That made him feel off-kilter for a moment. He kept forgetting how short she was compared to him. She could still no doubt kick his ass TKO style, because who couldn't, if he was honest—but she was just so… fun sized and cute.

He longed to hug and cuddle her. He wanted to hold hands with her. Wanted to whisper soft couple things into her hair as he embraced her from behind. He wanted to keep her safe, since she didn't have any magic of her own. And to support her in whatever she wanted to do because, damn, this was a young lady who was going places. He wanted to beg her not to leave if a way was ever found, because who would he talk to then? (Other than Muscle Red, of course. But even then, this was different.)

“There! That's better isn't it? We can definitely talk better this way.”

Idia felt himself start to nod and smile along with her, before shaking his head and frowning.

“What do you want?”

Her brows rose and slowly she began to frown. Then her brows knit together and her stance became even more stern than before.

“You won't talk to me like that, Idia! No, sir. We're friends, remember? Besides, I brought you a gift. Doncha wanna know what it is?”

Idia felt his conviction slip.

A gift? For him? Had he really triggered some kind of event?

He frowned.

If it had been anyone else, he would have thought it was a trap. The problem was, it wasn't anybody else.

It was the girl of his dreams.

“Why?” He heard himself ask. He frowned, but he wasn't sure if it was at the situation itself or himself. “Why would you get me a gift?”

The Prefect sighed, now crossing her arms. Idia called himself several kinds of idiot.

That stance is never a good one in anime and manga.

Now he'd likely ruined everything, and she was going to leave, and he'd be in an even worse funk than before.

“I already told you, Idia. We're friends. Sometimes friends give each other gifts. And I care about you. Gift giving is a great way to support the people you care about.” She then grinned. “Or just chock it up to the fact that I wanna. Okay? Now—” She fell silent and only continued when Idia looked up, into her unfairly gentle and pretty eyes. “Can I please come in?”

Idia said nothing. He just scoffed under his breath and moved aside, ignoring the rush of affection he felt as she quickly moved into his room. That quickly turned to dread as he suddenly realized how much of a pig sty his room truly was.

Shit, shit, shit.

She didn't seem to notice, however. In fact, she didn't even seem to look around. She just turned back to him and the moment he closed the door, she moved in closer and closer.

Was she about to go plot twist villain on him? Well, he supposed there were worse ways to go than being murdered by a ridiculously beautiful girl in a school girl uniform.

“W-What are you—”

She stopped in front of him and rummaged in her book bag before pulling out a rectangular, shiny yellow box. He frowned.

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he already knew what it was from the sight glimpse.

A box of Pocky.

A box of banana-flavored Pocky.

His favorite.

“What are you—”

She said nothing, only smirking as she opened the box, then the unopened package inside. Pulling one out, she held it up as she held his gaze.

“I'm guessing you've heard about the game?” She asked, though it wasn't really a question. She knew he knew it well. “Wanna play it with me, Idia?”

There was something new there. A sort of hint of something. A variation.

He would never vocalize his guess, but if he wasn't mistaken, it sounded a lot like flirting.

“M-me?”

She groaned and threw up both hands, the Pocky rising with the one that held it.

“You're not as dumb as you like to think, Idia—about people, I mean.”

She held his gaze firmly. He just continued to stare dumbly at the shorter girl. Slowly, it dawned on her that he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about.

“Okaaay… so you don't get it.” She sighed. “Fine. I'll tell you. In a way that even you won't be able to find a single way to deny it.”

Idia just blinked.

“I like you, Idia. A lot. And I want to be more than friends. But you're also really skittish. I only introduced the game in the hopes that I'd be able to play it with you, and the kiss would tell you the rest.”

Idia just stared. And stared some more.

She sighed, moved in closer, and held up the Pocky.

He took it without thinking.

“If me being your girlfriend is something you are on board with, play the game with me…”

Idia didn't think he had ever put anything into his mouth as fast as he did the Pocky.

There it was, just the tip of the flavored part of the cookie stick held between his lips. It was worth it, though. The Prefect smiled so brightly, a light tinge of pink coloring her cheeks.

“So you do like me!”

He sighed. Here it came.

Time for the ridicule to commence in 3, 2, 1—

“I'm glad.”

That's what I thought you'd say, because duh—wait what?

“You're… glad? Why?” It wasn’t easy to talk with a piece of pocky being held by his lips, but through luck or maybe he had a high enough stat, he managed.

She sighed. This time, however, it sounded fond.

“If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.” She then beamed and Idia felt himself mirroring her without his consent. “But I'll give you a hint.”

She then closed the remaining space between them, took the other end of the Pocky in her mouth, and quickly nibbled through it until she'd reached his end.

Idia was pretty sure he short circuited for a moment. He blinked rapidly until he was finally able to register what was happening.

The Ramshackle Prefect had kissed him. Was kissing him.

Their lips were still touching.

He swallowed the bit of banana Pocky in his mouth and closed his eyes tight. He'd never kissed anyone before, except his mom and his figurines and—though he would take it to his grave—a couple of his character and idol body pillows when he was feeling particularly needy.

Still, he let instinct take over and did his best to match her actions.

Pulling away, he opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

“I knew you liked me back. Thank you for finally telling me.”

Idia blushed. He felt his throat trying to work, but all that came out was something like squealing—but less cute and more strangled.

Apparently, the Ramshackle Prefect had no trouble finding it endearing, if the fond smile on her face was any indication. Then a conspiratorial grin slipped onto her face.

“So what do you think about the game from my world?”

Idia had liked it. He was pretty sure she knew it too. She just wanted to hear him say it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to do that just yet. Instead, he let some of his hair fall forward to obscure his face as he brought his index fingers together, tapping them against each other a few times.

“I don't… um… not really sure.” He cleared his throat, trying to speak up, but mumbling worse instead. “Maybe we should try it again… a few times… just to get a good sample size…”

The smile that radiated off her face in that moment took Idia to a whole other realm. His room no longer felt so gloomy and depressing. It looked brighter somehow.

His attention was immediately snapped back to the short Prefect, who still stood very close. He blushed as he realized how close, before reminding himself that they'd just kissed, which had been a hell of a lot closer. That only caused him to blush more deeply as the realization sunk in.

She had kissed him.

Him!

And he had, technically, kissed back.

His face felt like it was radiating heat.

She giggled and pulled out another Pocky stick, putting the cookie tip in her mouth. She then raised her brows and grinned.

A clear invitation.

It was one of the only invitations Idia had gotten for anything (outside of gaming) that he immediately RSVP’d on.

As they kissed, Idia felt his muscles loosen and his body warm. At some point, long after the cookie was gone, petite arms wrapped around his neck as his hands awkwardly settled upon her waist. He had successfully passed the surprise event and achieved the Best Ending.

Maybe I can convince her we'll need to go through the whole box, just to be absolutely sure I like the game.

He smiled into the kiss at the thought.

[zevrra]

—an unforeseen problem

synopsis: mc comforts sebastian after that moment in the game.

tags: spoilers for the hogwarts legacy game!, 18(+), aged up characters, Sebastian Sallow(18) x mc, mention of character death, hurt/comfort, one-shot.

creator notes: this is pretty…meh! i lost muse for it somewhere in the middle so it’s pretty rushed at the end but i tried! anyway so sorry if it’s boring skshsj

No one could have predicted how wrong things would turn out. Of course, there were warning signs and concerned friends but no one could have known it would ever go this far. 

After the fight in the undercroft, you figured Sebastian wanted nothing to do with you. Siding with a goblin after what happened to his sister, in his eyes, you were lower on his roster than even the goblins. Not like you had vouched for Lodgok to be on your side, who was also helping you and his cause to find a cure, none of that matter. Your word didn’t matter at all to Sebastian. He thought of you as if you were nothing but a liar.

It was painful. Watching his face twist with disgust before clouded anger. Storming off in a fury while all you could do was watch him go. Never had he been so angry with you before and it was heartbreaking. 

You had moped for a full day and night before receiving the owl from Ominis. Begging you to hurry to his aid as something was wrong with Sebastian. 

Ominis didn’t have to say it aloud, you knew he blamed you for everything. It was all your fault. When all you had wanted was to help Sebastian just as much as he did. 

Yet you wasted no time In responding to his owl. Arriving at the catacombs while Ominis stood outside in a panic state. He could’ve worn a path with how hard he paced back and forth in front of the mouth of the caves. He claimed that Sebastian had run off inside. Telling you how your shared friend had raised Inferi with the relic YOU had helped him find.

Ominis was right. It was your fault. 

The two of you were quick to say nothing more and just dive head first into the catacombs. Half way into throwing every flame spell you knew, Ominis turned around to go find Seb’s sister, Anne. Hoping she could talk some sense into her twin. Seeing as striking down one Inferi birthed three more. It was never ending and you just hoped Ominis was quick.

You could never have foreseen this though. 

Helping Sebastian all this time out of curiosity for the unknown. Seeking answers to questions you didn’t know what either of you were asking about. No one would have guessed that harmlessly searching for a cure would lead you two to this fight. Facing off with Sebastian’s uncle. Unfortunately, you were too late to stop them. Magic crossed, each side battling for dominance, until one would be decided as the winner. As if there was a such thing as a victor in this mess.

Sebastian in all his anger raised his wand and casted the last and final forbidden curse. The Killing Curse, Avada Kedavra, zips through the air straight at Solomon. You and Sebastian watch in horror as the magic entangles his uncle in its web. Dark red tentacles crawl under his skin as the curse siphons the life from him. The sound of the older man’s lifeless body hitting the solid ground is something you’ll most likely never forget. And as you watch Seb’s face twist with dread, it seemed neither would he. 

You stand frozen, hand over your mouth, off to the side. Wide eyed at the scene unfolding before you, witnessing a true no-turning-back event. It lasts only a moment though before Anne is finally showing up. A little too late. Using whatever magic she could muster to throw Sebastian back from their dead uncle’s body. Cursing her twin with every fiber of her being before teleporting away. 

Everything happens quickly after that. Sebastian, overwhelmed with pain and grief, is standing and running off. Scrambling for the exit of the catacombs. Like a wild anima, cornered inside the catacombs. He runs for any kind of opening. He needs to get away. He must get away. 

“Sebastian, wait!” You fumble behind him. Finally snapping out of your stationary state to follow behind him. You knew he would need some time alone, especially after all of…this but you couldn’t just watch him go right then and there. You couldn’t let him hurt himself. You were already at fault for everything leading up to this and losing him was not going to be one of them. Sure, it was selfish of you but better to be selfish than ignorant and to lose someone you cared about. 

“Slow down! Please!” You beg Sebastian. Who’s far faster than you actually remember. You only catch sight of his back, turning every sharp corner with ease, fleeing from his mistakes. You round a corner after him only to find he’s disappeared. Curse him for using the disillusionment charm at this moment. You’d be more upset with him if not for the events that just happened. You watch for any shifts of light produced by the charm as you keep moving towards the exit of the catacombs.

Nothing catches your eye or seems out of the ordinary as you finally stand before the opening of the catacombs. He wouldn’t turn back to the caves but you’re not sure now where would he go. Back to the school? To his home to see Anne? Your search is almost futile at this point. The forest was far too big to search all by yourself, let alone the entire countryside. Maybe it was a sign to quit searching. To give up and leave Sebastian to his own devices. That is until you hear weeping. 

Down near the coast just off behind the mouth of the catacombs there sits Sebastian. Curled up on himself with his knees to his chest. His shoulders shake and you don’t have to see his face, hidden in his lap, to know he’s crying. Now you’re here, wanting to comfort him, and you can’t even find the courage to move. What if he didn’t want you to be there? What if being there made things ten times worse? He wouldn’t hurt you, you could only hope, but sneaking up on him could ruin any relationship you had left. Only one way to find out. 

Finally, you make your way to his side. Standing beside him trying to figure out what one could say in this moment. You almost expect him to run one last time but he doesn’t even move. Even when he’s aware of your presence. All he does is curl up tighter around himself. Maybe hoping the world would just dig a grave for him to vanish off into. You hesitate for a moment before laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. He tenses under your touch. An unwelcoming sign. But he doesn’t say anything so that’s a positive in your book. 

You crouch down next to him. “Seb…” You whisper. Thankfully, he doesn’t shrug you off. Another win. Your hand squeezes his shoulder. That is the moment he unfolds for you. 

“I had to do it.” Sebastian barks. Shaking his head in pure disbelief as one of his hands runs through his brow hair. “He was going to hurt you! And I couldn’t,” Sebastian says as his eyes, wet with tears, finally meet yours. “There was nothing else I could do!“ He adds. Trying to convince himself that he had done the right thing. More so than he was trying to convince you.

Nothing you could say now would change anything that happened. No matter your outlook on the entire thing, telling him ‘yes, you’re right’ or ‘no, this was too far’, it would do nothing to change his crumbling mentality. Chastising him now would only further push him away, and possibly, down an even darker path. So you say nothing. Comforting the distraught man was the only thing you could do. Without a word, you settle down next to Sebastian’s side. Leaning your head against his shoulder where your hand had previously been. 

“She’ll never forgive me...” Sebastian mumbles as he looks out towards the sea. You too watch the incoming waves crash against the shore. 

“I’m here, Sebastian.” You know the words you speak may fall on deaf ears but nonetheless you mean them. No matter what, you’d always be there for Sebastian. Maybe with time, Anne would forgive him too. 

In response he leans his head against your own. Nothing else is said as you two share a chilling silence. You cannot change the past but the two of you could at least face the future together.

[piss-pumpkin]

🍓The weight of a baseball bat🪨

Older!dipper pines x reader, Douce amere chapter 22, ~3.4K words Masterlist Prev

You stared into the mirror. You had put a large square bandage on your forehead, dead centre between your eyes. Waning off the pain killers, it ached a little. At least the doctor had said there wouldn’t be bad lasting damages at your follow up, not too bad a concussion. All you had to do was take it easy. 

But that sucked. It was summer.

You decided to head for the diner on foot. You weren’t supposed to look at your phone much, but exceptions could be made. There was something still left too do. You shot Dipper and Mabel a text. A few scores had to be settled. 

You pocketed the device as you walked the rest. Being alive felt a little weird. People in town were walking around like nothing happened. For them things didn’t, you supposed. Weird to think most of the town had survived a Bill themed apocalypse, and all collectively decided not to mind any of it. You couldn’t help but wonder if they felt the same as you did now, at any time even, nearer or farther from when it happened. You swished the inside of your cheeks around, and chewed them up a little. Weird shit. 

The sidewalks were cracked and weathered, and of the gaps grew a few blades of grass and weeds. You did well to avoid stepping on them. 

Greasy’s diner wasn’t busy. You took a seat at the counter, and Robbie was quick to greet you. He slouched with his elbows rested on the table, “So, it’s here,” he said. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be using a customer service voice on me?” You asked dryly, raising your brow. It didn’t hurt your forehead as much as it had before. 

He snickered, “Not for you. How’s your head?”

You winced, shifting your lips around in a tired frown. “Meh,” you shrugged. On instinct, you lightly tapped the place of your bandage. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to agitate and make it itch with the sensation. “Can I have like, a drink or something?”

”What do you want?” Robbie grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“How have you not been fired,” you laughed. “Are you bitchy with all the customers? Do I need to speak to your manager?” You grinned, tapping your fingers against the counter. 

“Just you,” Robbie sighed. “And other people who-“ he paused, squinting as he looked to the side.“-are lame.”

You huffed a laugh, “yeah, whatever man.” You glanced around the cafe. A few people were chatting in booths, and there was one other guy a good few seats down the bar. They all seemed unbothered. By what, you weren’t sure. But they all seemed rather peaceful living their lives. “Surprise me,” you said, only half looking at Robbie. “You probably know what I like, by now, right?”

Robbie laughed under his breath, “you give me way to much power.”

”Don’t be shitty,” you called, but he was already walking away to the other end of the counter to grab a cup. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You closed your eyes a long moment before pulling it out to look. Dipper and Mabel responded at the same time. Figures. 

They’d meet you here. You asked them to bring a bat, you were certain you’d seen Stan with one a few times. You’d be damned if the three of you weren’t going to smash shit. 

You hadn’t realized you were grinning at your phone until Robbie gave you a questioning look from a few seats down counter. You shot back a wink and a thumbs up as he made up a drink. 

When he came back, he slid you something pink and in a clear cup with a lid. Ice inside sloshed when as he did it, and it left a trail of condensation across the counter. “It’s fruity,” he said. 

“Oh my god, just like you,” you quipped back without hesitation. You put your lips to the lids opening, and tasted it. Sweet, cold, and pretty good. Though what fruit it was flavoured for was hard to place. 

“That’s it, you’ve lost your friends and family discount,” Robbie complained. 

You rolled your eyes, sipping the pink concoction, “I am going to kill you.”

Eventually, Dipped and Mabel showed up. You smiled as the bell on the door ring with their arrival. They were worse for wear, on the tired side, and Mabel was carrying a metal bat like a walking cane at her side. But even seeing them was enough to make you happier. 

Mabel bounded towards you, picking up her bat as she hopped onto the stool beside you, and spinning around.  It was only as she turned it that you saw the Hello Kitty sticker she’d put by the handle. “Hey what’s that?” She asked, pointing at your drink. “Can I have sippies?”

You nodded as Dipper came up behind you to your other side, resting as he leaned on the counter. His eyes lingered on your forehead a few moments longer than you’d have liked, but they flickered back down when he spoke. “So, what are we doing?” He asked. 

Your lips curled into a smile. “There’s something I want to completely destroy,” you announced. Mabel stuck a straw into your drink, and it made a scraping sound against the plastic as it went down. 

Dipper raised his brow, silently asking you. This was the tricky part. You weren’t sure he’d ever want to go back there, to that spot. You took a breath to steady yourself. It was worth the ask. 

“Well,” you started, looking at the floor. “Uh- Bill, actually.” 

Dipper swallowed, and you could feel Mabel’s eyes on you as she sipped your drink. You glanced between both of them, and sighed, hands folding and playing on the table. “The stature, I mean,” you clarified. “I wanna smash it up…”

Both twins paused, and you stared at the counter. You’d think the cafe wouldn’t be quiet, but an awkward silence filled the air around you. 

Mabel slid your drink back over you you, and plucked the straw out. “I’m down,” she said finally as you leaned over to take a drink. Mabel had definitely taken more than a sip, you noticed. The cup was noticeably lighter. 

“Me too,” Dipper nodded softly. 

A weight lifted off your chest. Okay, they we’re cool with it. You smiled, kicking your feet a little under the counter. “Alright. Today?”

“First, pancakes,” Mabel said, waving over Robbie, who was rolling his eyes. 

It was weird to eat at the counter of the diner like usual. Mabel smothered her pancakes in syrup, Dipper had a more sensible amount, and had berries on the side, and the world didn’t stop for your possession and concussion. Even if it paused for a bit for you. 

Susan noticed you from the kitchen for the first time, and shot you a pressed look. You figured she trusted Dipper and Mabel with you a little less now. Her eyes seemed to soften when she saw you didn’t have your phone out, though. At least she knew you could handle your restrictions. 

Robbie said the food was on the house for you, Mabel got the friends and family discount, and Dipper had full price. After a fair amount of complaining from her brother, Mabel laced her fingers once again around the bat as you left. Unfortunately, you knew the path well from all summer’s experience. You might’ve been able to navigate with your eyes closed. 

Your tired feet had walked it the day after Pacificas party. Off to go complain about Dipper. It was funny how it usually rained when you went there, like an omen of Bills misfortune. You guided Dipper and Mabel through the woods, and held Dippers hand when he passed a corner or trail that made him grimace. 

Right. When bill had led Dipper there, he’d taken every trail, every dead end path to stall and torture you. You looked away from those paths, too.  

Mabel was the only one surprised when you reached the clearing. The statue was still knocked over, the same way Dipper had left it when he was fighting shock to save his life here. Sun was shining down overhead, and cutting through the tree line wherever light dipped behind it. Dry grass and dandelions brushed at your ankles. 

Dippers hand trembled a moment, but only for one. You glanced over at him. The sun was hitting his brown eyes and lighting them like a lantern, but it was unmistakable the way they held his grimace. His gaze softened when he met your eyes, and he used your hand to crack his knuckles. 

You looked behind you. Mabel’s hand was covering her mouth, hiding a deep frown. She still had the bat at her side, but the way she held it made it seem even more like a cane or a brace. She sighed, and brought her other hand down on it, raising it like a baseball player. “Okay, I want to fuck him up.”

You grinned, “You taking first swing?”

Mabels hands tapped at the bat handle, and she sighed. She smiled, “Fuck yeah.”

Dipper nodded along, and the three of you approached the statue. His wide eye was pointed to the sky. His hand was still outstretched in the air, and looking at it you could almost feel the tingle in your palm from when you shook it.

And then he stopped having a hand. In one crisp swing, Mabel had taken it clean off. She stumbled back from the recoil, the bat crashing through the air with force before finally settling at her feet. Mabel laughed, maybe cackled. The bat didn’t even have a dent. She spat on his eye, “Take that you bitch!”

Mabels eyes sparkled with determination. “Who’s next?” She asked, pointing the bat between you and Dipper. 

He glanced at you, then back at his sister. “I’ll take a swing,” he said. Mabel tossed him the bat, and he caught it by his chest. 

For a moment you weren’t sure what he’d do. He stood over Bill, looking down into his stone eye for a good second. Then he sighed. First, he kicked him. 

“Get his ass,” Mabel encouraged. You added by cheering. 

Dipper smiled at the two of you, rolling his eyes as he raised the bay over his head. He held it there for a moment. “Fuck you, Bill,” he said coolly, and then swung it down on his eye. 

The bat bounced back, and Dipper dodged it coming for his face. This time, the tip had a dent where he’d hit. But the statue had more damage, a brittle chunk broken off, Bill was missing his pupil.

The statue must have been weathered down from years standing alone in this field. It had to be brittle, dry, cracking. The metal bat stood a good shot each hit. 

You grinned as Dipper smiled down at the damage. “Let me at him,” you said, holding your hands out and making grabby motions. Dipper flipped the bat in his hand, offering it to you handle first. You took it with a flourish. 

You stared down at him. This might’ve been like a funeral. There he was, dead. You must have been grinning like a maniac. You poked him with the bat. “Bill,” you said, rubbing your foot on his eye to get dirt in it. “Eat shit, and die.” 

For all he put you through, for all he put the twins through, for all he put your family, and the whole town through, you raised the bat, eyes pressed shut and sent it down with your whole body in a vicious arc.

You heard it before you saw it. The cracking sound. For a moment your head was light, and the ground was spinning. Too much head movement. You used the bat to steady yourself for a second, until Dipper and Mabel came at your sides to help you. You blinked, but for a good few seconds it was black and fuzzy even with eyes open. 

“Y/n?” Dipper said, prick creeping into his voice.

Your vision was coming back, though. You waved your hand, “I’m fine, I’m good, just went a little too hard,” you said, tapping the side of your head. 

“Well, at least you got him,” Mabel said, letting go of your arm and pointing down. 

Bill was beheaded. You’d hit where Dipper cracked him, and with enough force to cleave the top half of him off. Like you were his guillotine. It felt good. He was split down the eye, with dust and rubble resting on the grass between. You smiled, “shit, it was a good hit.”

Dipper sighed, pulling down the skin of his face for a moment. “That’s true,” he said. “But we’re here to wreck him, not you.”

”I’m fine, I’m good, it’s whatever,” you said, waving your hand. He raised his brow at you, and you winked and shot him a finger gun. He groaned. 

You tossed the bat to Mabel, “your turn.” 

She caught it with a spin, and hit a magical girl pose after.  “Alright, I got an idea,” she said, letting the bat swing at her side as she walked up to the head. She grinned, bending down to pick him up by the top hat. “Let’s play some fucking baseball,” she said, waving it around. You might have been unnerved by the disembodied eye pointed at you, but it was rubble enough not to bother you. “Who’s my pitcher,” she asked. 

Dipper snickered, rolling his eyes as he raised his hands to catch. “Hit my with it,” he sighed. 

She tossed his head and Dipper stepped back when he caught it. He turned to you, “stand somewhere it’s not gonna hit you in the head and kill you instantly.”

”Will do,” you laughed, moving a solid distance behind Mabel. Grinning, you pulled your phone out of your bag, turned it to night mode on the lowest brightness, and started recording. Concussion be damned, this was going on the vlog. You shot Dipper a thumbs up when you were ready. 

He nodded, and underhand tossed it to Mabel. Surprisingly, she hit it in one shot. The bat landed off centre, but with enough force to knock another chunk off as the bigger half went flying to the side. Little pebbles and dust fell to the ground and hung in the air where she’d swung. 

Mabel laughed. “Hold on, I want another shot,” she said, grabbing the big piece. The hat, along with a solid eye piece was still intact. She tossed it back to Dipper, who gave her another pitch.

This time, she hit it dead on, and the hat went down in four pieces, with pebbles and bits falling at her feet. Mabel cheered, “Yeah!” And kicked her foot out and pumped her fist. “Fuck that stupid hat!”

She turned to you for a moment. When she saw you were filming, she grinned, and struck a pose. 

When Bill Cipher was dust and pebbles in the grass, Dipper was out of breath from landing the last hits, beating him into the ground until all the biggest pieces were half buried. He dropped the bat, and for good measure, kicked up some of Bills dust. 

You and Mabel sat in the grass, palms dug in and parting the blades. Her legs were crossed, and yours were kicked out in front of you. For maybe the second time, the clouds were parted and the sky was blue at this clearing in the forest. 

Mabel turned to you, “So… this is where it happened?” She asked. “You- how you got possessed,” she spoke carefully, scanning your face for reaction.

You nodded, kicking your feet against the dirt, “Yeah.” You glanced at Dipper still standing by the statue and sighed. “And this is where you guys were, like, a bunch of years ago, too.”

She nodded, resting her head on her palms as she leaned on her legs. “I guess so,” she said. “After everything went back to normal, we never found him.”

A laugh under your breath escaped your lips. “Yeah, I can tell,” you said. You gestured your head to Dipper and the bat, and the stone crumbs at his feet, “You’d have done this years ago.”

Mabel smiled, “At least we’re doing it now.”

                                          …

The late summer heat was filling the shack. The windows were open with old and slightly tattered screens that let in a few flies. Mabel did her best to guide a couple fireflies back out, and Dipper complained about bug bites. Stan told him to suck it up and use bug spray.

After a fair amount of complaining, “We shouldn’t need to in the house, buy a new screen, old man,” Dipper relented. Stan snickered as he tossed the spray can between the two of you. 

Dipper begrudgingly closed his eyes and mouth, and started with spraying his head. 

When he was done, he turned to you. “Want some?” He asked, pointing the nozzle at your face. 

You could feel the beginnings of itching bites at your ankles, and smiled tiredly. You closed your eyes, “yeah, hit me with-“ He sprayed, and the second taste hit your tongue you recoiled. 

It sure did taste like chemicals. Betrayal. You glared at him. Dipper was snickering as you opened your eyes, mouth hanging open as you wiped your tongue on your arm. “Oh, you fuck,” you gaped, snatching the can from him and spraying your arms and legs. 

You gave him a pointed look when you were done. He still had a dumb smile, morphed into pressed shut lips as he saw the nozzle pointed at his face. He opened his mouth a smidge, but closed it in a second as he realized. 

He raised a finger, looking into your eyes. He shook his head, glancing from the bug spray to your face. You fought a smile as he used horrible made up sign language. He held up a little heart with his fingers as he shook his head. 

You pursed your lips. The smile was winning. You lowered the spray can, holding it at your side. 

He silently laughed, and let out a small sigh as he shook his head and put his hands on over her like a prayer, “You are kind-“

You sprayed his mouth a little. Just a spritz. He almost closed it in time, but you could tell by his scrunched face that he got a taste of it. And enough ended on his lips that he had to wipe them off. He frowned at you, defeated. But he didn’t have a comeback. “Ugh,” he managed. 

“Yeah,” you smirked. 

You smelled a little like bug spray for the rest of the night. And you’d guess that the pillows and the sheets would probably hold the smell at least until Stan got new screens. The bug spray taste only left your mouth when you brushed your teeth.

Dipper had a book you didn’t recognize cracked open as he read with his back against headboard of his bed. “Dip,” you said, swinging your leg up and kicking his mattress. “Started a new book without me?”

He smiled, slowly at the corners of his mouth until he broke with a small laugh. “Barely,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m on, like, page four.”

You guessed the unsaid part was probably; ‘because I could barely think enough to read the past few weeks.’ You did a favour to the both of you and kept it unsaid. 

“Well, then there’s time for me to catch up,” you said, extending your arm, “Hand it over.”

He obliged, and you hopped down next to him. Your vision went blurry for a few seconds, and black at the edges as your head moved fast. Blinking rapidly as it came back, you tried not to let it show much. Half blind, you stared at the words on the page until they made sense again.

And when you caught up, you could start reading it with him. That felt pretty familiar. 

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I’m finally free from the shackles of my own angst arc. Thank fuck. But like now I don’t know who I am without the angst arc 😭😭 like I had to go back and reread early chapters to remember what it was like 😭 also we are so close to being down the main story. I’m so nearly free.

Taglist: @dead-esque @cipheress-to-k-pop @phobo-ss

[pikahlua]

Fourteen Days of MHA: Day 7

First Impressions

I've had something of a day, so I couldn't come up with much for this one. But since the topic is first impressions, I kinda felt like this would be the best one to use some unfinished stuff of mine? Stuff that's likely never gonna BE finished. Basically this is an excerpt from one of my write-ups that is a reenactment of my first impressions of Katsuki Bakugou the first time I watched MHA.

[excerpt begins below the cut]

Season 1: Episodes 1-2

I hate shounen rival characters. No really.

I find them repetitive, reductive, and tropey as all hell. They don’t read like real people to me. They don’t make any sense to me. As far as I can tell, they just exist to be difficult, to represent some boiled-down theme of competition that must contradict the protagonist’s perspective for the sake of being a foil. It’s just a mechanism to provide challenges to the protagonist when the storyteller can’t find a way to come up with creative new challenges. They’re all basically the same character with the same personality with the same hangups with the same insecurities with the same “character development,” and if you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all.

Enter Katsuki Bakugou.

This basic bitch.

On principle I hate him. I hate his stupid little smug face. I hate his voice. I hate his goals. I hate what he does and how he thinks.

Actually, hate is too strong a word. Because what I really hate is being subjected to the monotony of another predictable rival/lancer character. So here I am, praying for a sign that there will be some sort of break in this monotony. Please, MHA, prove me wrong.

Okay, not gonna lie, this shot did something to my heart.

Oh? Oh, is he actually insightful? Are we gonna resolve his arrogant shit this soon?

I’m in shock too, Izuku.

...oh.

Oh great. Total slow burn. [heavy sigh]

Heh. Points for the lampshade.

Wait, is this show self-aware?

Season 1: Episodes 3-4

Okay Katsuki clearly took something away from that experience because he is doing the whole anime-boy-staring-out-the-window-in-contemplation thing.

Whatever. Aloof rival alert. Except it’s not an alert because they’re all like that.

Whoa, that escalated quickly!

Oh. He’s just like that. Gotcha.

That’s...actually notable, since “that day” was sometime in April and now it’s February. Okay, something’s definitely up, but I’m just not sure which version of The Rival we’re dealing with here. And maybe if I cared, I’d try to figure it out. But I don’t care enough to stop watching and think about it, so, meh, I’ll let the show tell me when we get there. [/the most naive]

God, I relate too much to both sides of the interaction.

Um. “Friends?” Is that-? Are you implying-?

Are you just a grump?

Oh, okay, I see what’s been up. He’s totally aware of how awesome Izuku is, and he’s jealous or in denial. Understandable, since he wants to be the top hero. Sucks to be the rival, my dude.

Actually, wait, if he’s been aware of Izuku’s greatness since episode 1 or 2, he’s like one of the few characters in this world who seems to get it? Which is...kind of surprising for this early on?

Season 1: Episodes 5-7

Wait, what?

Are you telling me he’s actually hot shit? Fucking great. Ugh.

Oh, oh my god, the show IS self-aware! Oh okay I’m totally here for this shit!

Oh, it’s a CATCHPHRASE.

[end of excerpt]

You already know how it all ends lol.

[mrabubu]

*comes skidding into your inbox with an excited gleam in my eye*

Okokokokokok. Ok. Sooooo KrangifiedAU right?

I was having some thunks and wanted to shoot my shot in the dark here.

So Y/N basically had the Kraang hive mind defeated by the power of love right? It literally was so strong that she broke free and was able to more or less be herself again.

Do you ever wonder what would happen if she was put back into a situation where she had to face the Kraang again? I wonder if Leo purposefully leaves Y/N behind on missions because A: he can't loose her again and B: worse He looses her to the Kraang again. And this little stubborn miss is like “Aw Hell Naw. You're mine. Wherever thou goest I goest” so she of course follows him. Like. Everywhere.

So imagine a situation where Leo gets in trouble with the Kraang, like he's outnumbered and taking hits left and right. He's stubborn too because he's gotta protect his little lady, get her back safe and whatever. So he's not expecting when Y/N becomes absolutely tRiGgErED by the other Kraang. But not in the way you'd expect

She gets triggered because the hivemind is telling her to share Leo, share and split the spoils. But the human mind is like, “Uh excuse meh, that's mah man thank you very much.” So you basically have the possessiveness that only comes from a territorial mammal paired with the agility and strength of a parasitical alien.

Basically, Y/N freaking massacres the other Kraang without hesitation because Leo is HERS, kraang mind basically claiming him as her mate and no one, especially no other Kraang can have him.

Leo is over here watching with wide eyes and open mouth, both shocked at the ferocity of his Y/N and slightly turned on because

oh. Huh. Hm pretty girl is fighting. Fighting for me.

I could see Leo being surprised because he's always the one fighting and protecting other people, and to see Y/N literally jump to his defense for once because she just loves him so much would do something for him.

I just wanna see Y/N get protective of Leo the way he's protective of her.

I understand these are just the ramblings of an insane person, and you are free to do with them as you will, no strings attached. Thank you for your time and listening. You and your mind are brilliant 🙏🏼🧡✨

ANON

ARE YOU A WITCH OR SOMETHING???

BECAUSE I LITERALLY SKETCHED THIS LIKE COUPLE OF HOURS AGO

But, yeah, your thoughts are TOTALLY something I had in mind, and maybe even better. I really like the idea of them being so possessive over Leo they wouldn't share him with anyone, especially the Kraang and being protective, like, beast level. Tearing the Kraang hounds and throwing them like some rag dolls fueled purely by rage...

/dreamy sigh/

These are amazing thoughts~ Thank you, anon.

[strniohoeee]

Vile

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is a mean girl who hates a soft boy! She wants her men mean and rough. When Chris doesn’t take this well things start to change….this is for my best friend who literally held me at gun point to write this long ass story😅

Warnings⚠️: This is juicy juicy SMUT. I’m talking hair pulling, smacking, spit, manhandling, knife kink. Chris is mean as fuck and a douchey asshole. So read at your own risk just know she’s juicy

Song for the imagine: One of The Girls- The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily-Rose Depo

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Chris was such an annoying little clingy boy. We were friends for some time now, and we were literally the definition of black cat and golden retriever energy. I was always a bitch and cold, I mean I had my soft spots but ehhh. And he was so childish and giddy all the time.

I’m not sure how we became friends, or how we actually liked each other, but we did. I had actually really liked Chris, but something about him acting too childish for me kept me away.

Most of the time we hung out it required me to literally watch him like he was a child. He acted like such a little baby, and one part of me wanted to coddle him, and the other part of me wanted to smack him to reality.

“I can tell you why she ghosted you” I told Chris

“And why is that?” He said rolling his eyes

“Because you’re such a little pussy. You get pussy whipped and you’ve never even met the girl” I told him

“Not fucking true at all” he said sounding offended

“No, it's very true. You’re a munch, and girls don’t like that. Ease off. You’re doing too much” I told him

“Excuse the fuck out of me! Miss perfect. How many guys actually want you around. You’re so meh and dark and MEAN” he said

“Guys like mean girls…..I’ll have you know I get any guy I want” I told him

“Yeah right! I couldn’t be with a girl who’s mean” he said back

“Yeah because you’re too nice, and you’re like a baby. Tighten the fuck up” I responded back to him

“Could you not be mean to me” he said

“Uhhh let me think?? No” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Chris, I'm telling you. Stop being a little softy and you’ll see every girl will fall to their knees for you” I told him

“Would you fall to your knees for me?” He asked with a puppy dog face

“Not until you get mean…..i like my men just as mean, and you doing this puppy dog face is putting you at the bottom of my roster” I said giving him a weird face

“Not a single nice thing out your mouth” he said scoffing and rolling his eyes

“Oh! You see that the scoffing and the eye roll? Yeah, keep doing that. A bad attitude looks good on you” I told him nodding my head

“Ouu are you flirting with me?” He asked smirking

“Most definitely am not” I said laughing in his face

His face drops and he clenched his jaw

“Ohh Chris that was hot as fuck, keep doing it” I told him running my tongue along my teeth

“You think so?” He said getting happy again

“See now I was flirting with you, and that shit went right over your dome” I told him

“Uhhh whatever” he said giving up

I worked at a bar/lounge that Chris and his brothers always frequented. I’m sure it was for me because this is not their scene at all. I found it amusing, but Chris just wasn’t my type

I hadn’t seen the triplets in a good month. Their fame skyrocketed and they were on tour the last I saw on instagram. Man I kind of missed my munch I was getting bored with these guys.

I was working a boring night shift on a Tuesday when nobody would be in. We were so slow I think I washed the shot glasses 25 times….actually might be 26

The front door opened and Chris and his brothers walked in. Immediately my face lit up

“Hey guys” I said

“Y/N heyyyyy” Nick said walking over to sit at the bar

“Yoo” Matt said sitting next to him, and then Chris sat next to Matt

“Hey Chris” I said

He just nodded his head at me….whos this fucking cool guy? I asked myself

“How have you guys been?” I asked them

“We’ve been good, just got back from tour actually” Matt said

“Oh nice how was that? Insufferable I imagine with all the teenage girls screaming” I said

“I missed your negativity! Actually it was really fun” Nick said

“How many tits did you sign Chris? Oh wait your whole fanbase is like 16, and you’re too pussy to do it for the girls that are actually of age” I told him

“Fuck outta here” he said giving me a dirty look

“Oh someone’s a little feisty” I said looking at Matt and Nick

“Yeah he’s been a total dick lately. He’s really fucking pissing us off” Nick said rolling his eyes

“Shut the fuck up” Chris said rolling his eyes

I’m not sure who this new Chris is, but it was really fucking hot.

“Let me take you on a date” Chris randomly blurted out

“Fuck no….have you lost your mind” I told him laughing at him

“Why you gotta do me like that. I’m tryna be nice and ask you out” he said rolling his eyes

“I told you I like my men mean….not posers pretending to be mean” I said back

“Want me to smack you around and call you bitch then? Before you agree to go out with me” he asked scoffing

“Mmm that does sound enticing” I said winking at him

The triplets had left about an hour after hanging around, and I had to finish my boring shift. I was closing solo tonight since it wasn’t busy, and everyone cleaned their area, so I only had a small portion to clean

It was 2AM, and I walked over to the door switching the open sign to closed

I walked back to my area and was wiping down the bar and the tables that were mine. When all of a sudden I heard someone come in….I thought I locked the door??

“I’m sorry we’re closed” I yelled out since my back was turned

“You left the door open….rookie mistake” I heard someone say, I knew that voice

“Chris what the fuck” I said turning around

“Not happy to see me?” He asked frowning

“No…waiting around like some creep” I told him cleaning my last table

“Ohhh you wound me” he said

“Chris you’re so fucking corny please stop” I said shaking my head

“Just give me a chance please I really like you” he said

“You’re acting like a freaky obsessed teenager, NO” I told him

“I can be mean” he said back to me

“Yeah sure you can” I said laughing at him

“I can be mean, and I can fuck you like a dirty slut you annoying bitch” he said walking closer to me

“The fuck did you just say?” I asked shocked, and pleasantly surprised

“You heard me…” he said smugly

“I can make you take back all those things you said about me. When I fuck you like A DIRTY SLUT YOU ANNOYING BITCH” he said raising his voice at the last part

“I doubt you can fuck me good” I said feeding into him

“Oh I’ll have you fucking weeping and limp” he said laughing

“Come on then rude boy, I can take you” I said

Chris stormed over to me and slammed me into the edge of the bar table (fuck that will leave a mark tomorrow). He smashed his lips against mine in a disgusting and sloppy kiss, but it was so fucking hot my knees buckled a bit

“You’re getting nothing but my dick tonight, and I’m going to give it to you how I want, and you’re gonna take it, GOT IT” he said gripping onto my chin harshly

“Yes” I said

We started to make out and he was groping my body harshly with want and need

He pulled away and looked me over while licking his lips

His hand came up to my throat and he started to choke me

“You’re gonna be mine” he spat at me like venom on his tongue

He removed my shirt and my bra. Immediately grabbing my boobs massaging them while looking at my face

“Fuck Chris” I said biting my lip

He grabbed the back of my head and leaned my head down. I was looking at his palm

“Spit” he demanded

“What the fuck no” I told him

He smacked me, “I said spit” and he pushed my head a little harder

So I spat on his palm

“Good fucking girl” he let go of my head kind of pushing me back and brought his palm up to my nipple massaging the spit in

“Ohh fuck” I said throwing my head back

“Yeah what a fucking slut” he said massaging my other breast

“Stop fucking talking and do something” I said which he didn’t like because he spun me around and pushed me against the counter again

“You need to learn to be nice” he said, pulling my hair causing my head to go back. I winced in pain and pleasure

He pulled my skirt down and had me step out of it

“Red lace thong. You’re a mean bitch and a slut” he laughed

“Fuck you” I said

“OH! So vulgar” he said pulling my hair again

“How do you feel about a knife” he asked me massaging my ass with his right hand

“Chris what the fuck are you on” I said trying to look over my shoulder but he didn’t let me

“If I brought a knife up to your pussy would I make you shudder?” He asked in my ear

“You wouldn’t….you're a pussy” I said laughing

The next thing I heard was the sound of a pocket knife opening. This sick fuck, he really had a knife

“I would choose my next words wisely” he said

“Or what” I said rudely

Chris placed the blade on my ass slowly grazing it. This sent a chill down my spine

“I don’t know….you tell me” he said back

“Chris I’m not fucking around don’t be stupid” I told him

Slowly I felt the blade travel further until he slid it under my underwear, and cut the side of it, and then slid it to the other side, and cut the other side letting my now destroyed underwear fall to the floor

He then swiftly turned me around

“Speechless are we?” He said with a smile on his face

He took the knife and slowly ran it up from my stomach to the valley of my breast

“Am I scaring you?” He asked with a fake pout

“No you’re turning me on” I said looking into his eyes

He then pulled my head back allowing my neck to be exposed, and he lightly slid the knife against my neck

“Mmmm how about now” he said taunting me

“Maybe a little bit. The knifes at my fucking throat” I said getting scared

“Good” he said then placed the knife on the counter, and grabbed me harshly throwing me against a table

He flipped me around so my chest was against the table and my ass was up

“Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even know your name” he said smacking my ass

“Fuck” I said wincing in pain

Chris kicked my legs apart, and started to unzip his pants. Taking his hard dick out. He walked around to where my head was

“Be a good girl and spit on my cock” he said smacking me lightly

I opened my mouth and spit on his cock. He then used that to jerk himself off. Slowly walking back behind me

He was teasing my entrance at such an agonizingly slow pace

“CHRIS PLEASE” I said already fucked out

“Shut the fuck up” he warned

And slowly he slid into me bottoming out in one go

“Mmmm this pussy was made for me” he said groaning

Within a few second Chris was pounding into me like a feral fucking animal. His hips connecting to my ass in loud smacks

“Fuck Chris you feel so good” I moaned out gripping the table

He was pounding into me relentlessly like I was some fucking ragdoll. His dick was touching all the right places

“Give me your hands” he said, but I ignored him

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up

“I said. GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING HANDS” he said throwing me forward

“IM SORRY IM SORRY” I said giving him my hands

He grabbed them together and started pounding into me even harder. How was this humanly possible

“Oh my god Chris” I said moaning and drooling everywhere

He lifted my leg up so my knee was on the table as he thrusted into me

“Such a good fucking slut for me” he said laughing as he smacked my ass with his right hand

“You gonna let me take you on a date now?” He asked

“Yes Chris yes! Whatever you want” I said moaning as tears fell from my eyes from the pleasure

“Good! Letting me fuck you like a dumb slut, and then letting me be your man” he said thrusting into me hard

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” I screeched out

“Yeah cum on my cock” he said as he pounded into me

“Fuck fuck fuck” I said and I came all over his cock. I was shaking and moaning out incoherent words as my legs were about to give out

“Let me cum on your tits” he said as he pulled out of me and roughly turned me over

He jerked himself over before moaning out my name as his lower abdomen constricted and he he came all over my tits

He came down from his high, picking his pants up and catching his breath

“Now how’s that for signing tits” he said lightly smacking me in my face

“Touché” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Let me clean you up, so I can take you home” he said

Chris had cleaned me up, and helped me clean the bar up again before I fully closed, and he decided to take me home

“So about that date?” He said when we pulled up to my house

“Yeah?” I asked him getting ready to get out

“Are you down?”he asked

“Of course! Pick me up tomorrow at 6” I said before kissing him on the lips, and walking to my house.

The End

I hope yall like this one! I haven’t done a Chris smut in a minute. Can’t wait to finish these imagines! I love writing 🤭❤️❤️

-J💅🏽

[traumatizedartist]

I'm in the mood to write, so I am introducing

MORE FUCKED UP KHAN AU!! (PS.in this one he has a DD prosthetic cuz him and J got stuck where v "died" at(idk I think it was camp 98.7? ) and now they have this older brother little sister type of relationship, they always fuck with each other, but enough about the heacannons

This was originally @electronix-arts idea for Uber fucked up Khan so I'm just expanding on the idea, hope you enjoy, and be warned I am not that good at writing so bear with me, thank you. With that out of the way, enjoy my little drones

Uzi walked toward the place she dreaded the most, the labs/church, or whatever it was supposed to be, she hated the damn place, but it was the only place they hadn't looked yet. Looked for who, you ask, Khan doorman, her father. She had her mother perched on her head, her still being a core made it hard to keep up.

"Do you think we'll find him here? " Uzi asked. "It's the only place we haven't looked. " "I hope we find him. "Your fathers a very strong man, I'm certain he'll be in there. You'll see."

As they walked closer, they heard a noise, almost like a voice, two voices. With the hope one of those voices was her father, she ran as fast as she could.

When she got to the doors of the church(?) she kicked it open with all her might. Said door collapsing on impact. 'Oops' Uzi thought, 'Meh, oh well' "Nice kick babe." "Thanks mom."

As she walked in, it was completely silent, there were some differences from the last time she was here, it was messier, but that didn't tell her much of anything, it could be a stray Sentinel that made the mess for all she knew.

She stopped at her moms old table when she heard it, giggles, coming from the ceiling, she looked up and saw "J?!" "HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA"

J tried to tackled Uzi, but someone tackled J instead, it took her a bit to figure out who it was, but their voice was the confirmation she had been looking for for months.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TACKLING DRONES J? ROBO-GOD YOU'RE LUCKY I HAVE SOME EXTRA OIL OR I WOULD HAVE JUST Let.. you.... " Khan was yelling at J while turning, so he didn't see his family instantly. He was in shock when he did.

"...J, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" "Foood~ hehehehehahahaaha-" Khan cut her off with a shot to the head. "Uzi?" "... Dad"

Uzi ran to him, giving him the tightest hug he had ever been given by her. "Dad! Have you been stuck down here this whole time? Could you not have just left? Did you not find an exit? Why couldn't you-" she was interrupted by sniffing, she looked up to see her father on the verge of tears. "Oh Uzi thank robo-god you're ok! I was so worried about you! I thought I'd never see you again! I thought you died i-" he was interrupted by his own sobs. So happy to see his family ok. So goddamn happy.

Uzi had never seen her father like this, it had brought her to tears to. They collapsed together, a mess of happy tears, holding on to each other for God knows how long, until their crys subsided.

"Dad I'm so happy you're ooKKK WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM?! AND YOUR FACE?!" "Huh? Oh! Uh n-nothing!" He hid his prosthetic behind his back, a pointless hope that she didn't see it.

"Khan. Doorman. Show me your arm right now." "Wha- who even are you?" "Dad that's mom!" "WHAT?" "OK! LESS ABOUT ME MORE ABOUT YOUR FATHER!" Nori cut in between them, using her solver to force Khans arm from behind his back "W-wait!" It was to late, they both had a full take of his arm. It was a disassembly drones arm, whose, they didn't know, but judging by the only, currently unconscious, disassembly drone in here, they assumed it was hers.

"What. Happened." Nori asked no, demanded. "I-i, I woke up with a lot of boulders on top of it, I tried for a few hours to push the rocks off but I couldn't, so I had to amputate. J just so happened to be nearby, also missing one of her arms, coincidental ami right? Anyway, I used it to amputate, she woke up and we were stuck in the very bottom of the church for 5 months, we just got up here, and have been slowly moving the rocks away from the door Uzi kicked down ever since." "And your face? Speaking of, let me take it off-" "No no don't please don't! Trust me you don't want to see what's underneath!"

As her parents kept on arguing about his bandages, Uzi had crept closer and closer to her father, until she was able to rip the bandages off.

"UZI!" "KHAN WHAT HAPPENED?!" "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! I KNOW IT LOOKS AWFUL BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I'VE TRIED TO GET RID OF IT IT DOESN'T GO AWAY, THAT'S WHY I KEEP IT COVERED, I CAN'T FUCKING SEE OUT OF IT! C-CAN.. can we please just go home now? I wanna go home, I wanna lay in a bed that's actually comfortable to lay in, I just wanna leave this place. Please?"

Nori and Uzi looked at him stunned, he had never talked to them like that before, it was clear this had affected him really badly. "Ok, we'll leave, I'm sorry I forced you to show us, I was just so worried, I'm still worried, we both are." "I know it's ok, I'm sorry for yelling, I've been through a lot these past few months." "Yeah no offence dad, we can tell."

They all started to laugh, until they heard another voice

"Not to ruin you happy family reunion, but can we leave now? I don't know about you but I am literally dying for some food." J had woken up, sadly, but taking a look at her father, she saw him smirk slightly. "Yes J, we can leave now, sheesh." "Ok smart ass, hop on then." Khan jumped onto J's back, he turned back to us and said, "Well? Hop on?" Uzi smiled at her fathers anticks, she missed this. She grabbed her mom, hopped up, and they all flew up towards the bunker. Finally, a complete family.

Well, that was it, I hope y'all like it, I'm not the best at stuff like this, so I hope it's up to everyone's standards.

Remember, if I don't see you again, good evening good morning and good night 😊

[gayfanservice]

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Reader teaches kids archery bcuz I want to learn it and think it’s cool (edited lol)

*********

Putting chairs in place, art supplies in the right area, filling up the towel bin or praying the radio turns on for just one more year, picking up garbage that somehow got there and cleaning away cobwebs. Except Jacob, who refused to go into the cabins until the spiders were gone. Whatever needed to be done to prepare for the kids’ arrival.

There wasn’t much that needed to be prepared at the archery corner of the camp, just a little shack cleaning and inspecting the arrows and testing the bows to make sure they wouldn’t break on a kid. There was one bow in particular that the kids were not allowed to touch, and that bow belonged to (Y/N). It looked like every other bow, only having a different color scheme and being slighter bigger than the others. He even had his full name carved into the wood in case the children can read.

“I’m sure Mr. H. wouldn’t mind if I take a few practice shots. Probably. Hopefully… meh.” (Y/N) shrugged, Mr. H. wouldn’t come this way anyway, and there was still half an hour before the counselors had to meet at the lodge to greet the campers.

He grabbed arrows, not counting the exact amount and dropping them on the ground beside him, disobeying his own rules that he will make the children follow. No one’s here to witness his crimes, so it’s fine. (Y/N) snickered at himself, loading the bow and straightening his stance, taking a deep breath to steady his hands, I wish I ate breakfast. his stomach growled. His hand stretched back, the familiar faint burning creeping up his muscles as he aimed towards the round target.

(Y/N) took another sharp breath, straightening his arms and legs as he pulled back the string. The chirping of birds and rustling of the wind drowning into the background, focusing on nothing but the target in front of him.

With one swift movement, his fingers left the arrow and away it flew into the target, hitting the red inner circle but not smack-dab in the middle. So close to being a cool movie character. He sulked, picking up another arrow from the ground and equipping it to the bow’s string.

“Whoa, good job!” Clapping ensued behind him, the sudden noises making (Y/N) literally jump and land on an arrow he left on the ground with a SNAP.

“Fuck!” From both being startled and breaking an arrow.

The guy, Dylan as (Y/N) saw when he turned, wore a guilty expression has he nervously smiled, “Oh shit, sorry, man,” (Y/N) picked up the broken arrow pieces, groaning and thanking god that was the only damage done.

“Mother- fuck me, man.” He picked up the other two arrows, finally counting how many he had.

“Whoa, you want to fuck your mother?” (Y/N) stopped, staring into the void of dumbass-ness (Dylan).

“I- what- huh? Dude,” He stammered, completely dumbfounded at what Dylan just fucking said him after causing him to break camp equipment, even though it was his fault. Dylan still had that goofy smile on his face, obviously trying to make the mood lighter. A smile broke onto (Y/N) face, then cackling as he gave up trying to stone-face Dylan, “Dude, what the fuck?” He laughed, suddenly remembering how Dylan made him quite literally jump and laughing harder, wheezing almost. Dylan joined in, his dorky grin growing. “Bro, why’d you do that? I could’ve hurt myself!” (Y/N) playfully scolded, walking towards the target and ripping the arrow out of it.

“I just wanted to come see how the others were doing, I didn’t know you were a wuss,” he followed (Y/N) to the shack, “besides, isn’t it, like, your number one rule to not put equipment on the ground?” Dylan held the door open as (Y/N) put his bow and arrows away, deciding to hide the broken one and hopefully blame it on a kid later.

“Three, actually,” (Y/N) replied, walking out and locking the shack with the keys Chris gave him. “No one was supposed to see; no witnesses, no crime.” He shrugged, “I would’ve gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for you meddling kids,” He joked as he walked towards the lodge, Dylan following behind, hands in a surrendered pose, “I won’t tell if you won’t,” (Y/N) rolled his eyes, “Sure, buddy,”

“So,” Dylan started, eyes glancing around the trees and trail, “you arch?”

“Huh?” (Y/N)’s face contorted in confusion, wondering what the fuck is going through his head.

“Archery, you arch, y’know?”

“… uh, yea-s?” (Y/N)’s favorite, socially awkward boys. Cute, socially awkward boys.

“Cool, cool,” He trailed off, “So, how long have you been into it?”

“Oh, uh, well, did it on a school field trip once, like, eight years ago maybe? I don’t know, but I liked it so I begged to do lessons and now I’m here.” Good story telling skills.

Dylan hummed, keeping his eyes to the ground in front of him as they talked. “So, is it fun?” He paused for a moment, “Like, just shooting stuff?”

(Y/N) snorted, Just shooting stuff. Sure. “Well, it’s more than ‘just shooting stuff,” he quoted with his fingers, “It’s, uh… it’s kinda just nice, I guess. Feeling the arrow zoom away and hearing it hit what you were aiming for. It could also be a good stress relief.” (Y/N) shrugged, kicking a tiny rock in his path.

“Cool. I’ve always thought about trying it, seems interesting.” His eyes scavenged the area around them, feeling heat rise up his neck and into his face. Probably the heat.

“Well,” (Y/N) started, sheepishly, “If you want, maybe one of these days I can show you the ropes.”

“Don’t you mean ‘string’? Heh, get it? ‘Cause-” (Y/N) interrupted Dylan with a soft punch to his arm, a grin on both of their faces.

“Yes, Dylan. I get it.” Dylan’s goofy smile stayed on his face as he rubbed his arm in fake pain, “So, you in?”

He pretended to be in deep thought, crossing his arm and rubbing his chin as he hummed, “Y’know what? Sure, it’s a date!”

(Y/N) coughed, suddenly forgetting how to breathe as he felt his face become warmer, “Yeah, okay then, it’s a date.”

Dylan’s face began to hurt from smiling so much, but it was worth it when (Y/N) was the cause of it.

“Fuck, what time is it?” The two panicked, not having phones to check the time didn’t help. “Fuck, run?”

“Run.”

*********

It’s short, its bad, i dont care hope someone likes it and maybe request some quarry

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #3] Coffee

warnings: hangovers, language

soundtrack:leave (get out) - jojo, coffee - bts, hangover - woosung

wc: 2k

bd total wc: 540k (on-going)

minors dni | AO3 | series masterlist 

"No you don't understand, I'm actually dead," Hoseok groans into the staff room fridge, where his head is currently resting on an empty shelf. His eyes are closed, and he's been in there so long that the fridge door light has cut out. 

He's not been in the fridge since last summer's heatwave, so you know his hangover really must be as bad as he's making it out to be.

"Stop," you lightly scold him, shooing him away so you can grab the vitamin drink you'd put in there at the start of your shift. You swear by it as your favourite hangover cure, and in fact, it's your second of the day. Something about the ache in your head just won't budge. "You'll let the cold out, Hobes."

"Good," he huffs. "It's a sauna in here." 

It's spring, and summer is yet to fully ripen. There are far hotter days to come, but Hoseok's body is trying to flush the alcohol from his system in the easiest way possible: sweat.

"Whatever was in those little purple shots was lethal," he whines, slumping down onto the single chair in the kitchen. It's cramped, and really not big enough for two people - windowless, but at least there's a vent. 

It doesn't really matter what the staff room is like. You rarely spend any time there; always front of house instead.

For the past two years following graduation, you've been working at Pot & Paint - a painting cafe downtown, where people paint canvases while enjoying a fresh brew. 

Time passes by slowly within the four walls, but peacefully. The fumes get you a little lightheaded sometimes, but for the most part it's a dream of a job. Easy money. Hoseok had taken you under his wing in your first week, and had been stuck to you like dried acrylic ever since.

Days are relatively similar, and yet always different thanks to the customers. You have your set jobs - make coffee, clean brushes, fill water trays - but it's seeing what the customers create that really makes the job so much fun. 

You and Hoseok place bets on which half of the couple will be the better artist, on colour combinations, whatever you can think of. Neither of you ever win anything of much value ("Drinks on me", "I'll make you a coffee", "I'll empty the bins") but it's a way to pass the time, nonetheless.

You rank the best to worst of the day's paintings, but only ever out of earshot of customers. At the till, you will always smile and enthuse over their creation. What's important, you think, is that they're creating at all. To diminish someone's endeavours in such a public manner would be cruel. Art is subjective, after all.

What is objective, however, is how fucked up you both managed to get thanks to Purple Starfuckers. The bartender really hadn't been kidding when he said they were delicious. 

"Amaretto..." you begin to list, but trail off, for the fact you don't have a clue. Can barely remember how you even came across such a delicacy.

Mortifyingly, though, the events in Jimin's apartment are mostly crystal clear. The sex? Meh. A bit iffy. Not much to write home about. The disruption you caused, only to summon a topless bartender? Yeah, a lot more to write home about - but also far more cringe than you can bear to deal with when your head is so tender. 

Hoseok is none the wiser.

He'd crashed at your place and had been woken to a very grumbly rendition of Jojo's Leave (Get Out) when you found him passed out on top of your bed. He'd refused, and so you'd climbed beneath the duvet, him on top, dead to the world until Danbi came through a couple of hours later wrapped up in a blanket of her own.

"Tried calling you," she'd groaned, flopping down onto your bed. "Wanted to order breakfast but apparently neither of you seem to know how to answer a bloody phone."

"Mine's dead," Hoseok had mumbled beneath a pile of pillows. He'd migrated to below your duvet by this point, the pair of you still in last night's clothes. 

You hadn't even showered - the whole reason you'd excused yourself from Jimin's. 

But maybe it was a lie, after all. Maybe you didn't really care about making yourself decent. Maybe sharing a bed with him would have just felt too similar to sharing a bed with your ex. You weren't ready for intimacy, no matter how meaningless.

The beauty of Hoseok was that he'd kicked you fourteen times within thirty minutes. You couldn't fool yourself into thinking there was anything intimate about it.

You'd fumbled around, hunting under your pillow for your phone and almost thought you'd found it. Was about to pull it out when you realised it wasn't your phone at all. Thanked your lucky stars. Would have had no choice but to simply die if you'd started waving a vibrator around in front of Hoseok.

Still, no phone, though. Your clutch was in the kitchen, by the front door, so you assumed it must be in there.

Not checking until after you'd consumed your body weight in hangover waffles, you were confused to not be able to find it anywhere. Your clutch, your bra, your bed, the kitchen, the bathroom - you'd checked them all and yet it was still nowhere to be found. 

"You get a cab home? Might have left it in the taxi?" Danbi had suggested, which was entirely plausible. 

"Maybe," you hummed with a small pout. "I'll call them later."

Later came, and later went - still no phone. The taxi company hadn't had one handed in, which left only one location it could be. One you really hadn't ever planned on returning to:

Jimin's place.

"I don't even know his name!" You cringe when Hoseok asks you about it a little while later.  "Well, no. I know his given name, but fuck knows his family name. Wouldn't be able to find him even if I had tried."

It's not the paint fumes making you feel lightheaded today - it's the roasting coffee beans. The idea of drinking it makes you feel like you're gonna hurl, but you know your body will probably thank you for it later.

"And you're sure he was called Jimin?" He asks, staring down at his phone. He's crouched behind the front counter, not willing to deal with customers but knowing he needs to be semi-present in case the boss pops by. "Sure he wasn't called Jeongguk?"

You hum a little in confusion as you take a sip on your americano. Tastes like shit. "Jeongguk?"

"Yeah, Jeongguk." Hoseok grunts. "Jeon? Ring any bells?"

Oh, how you wish it didn't. You also wish you never made coffee, but hey, bad things come in threes, right? An awkward encounter, a mind-splitting headache and now a terrible cup of coffee. No more bad things.

Except you're forgetting the fact you also had a shit shag, so the quota of three had already been met. Your coffee's just started the cycle all over again. One down, two to go.

"Er, I think so?" You shrug, playing things so cool that Hoseok notices your change in demeanour. There's a smirk on his lips as he glances up at you. 

"He messaged me. He's asking after you."

It's at this point that you think your hangover will catch up with you, and you'll actually be sick. Right on the counter, maybe. There's a sink behind you, but you're already mortified so what would the harm be?

"Let me see him," you say almost instantly, pushing away vomit-inducing thoughts. You just want to check. Make sure it is him, and not some weird coincidence. 

Hoseok passes you his phone, and there he is: Mr Purple Starfucker himself. 

His Instagram is sparse in recent updates, but there's enough of a back catalogue to clue you in on an idea of 'him'. Beach pictures, sunsets, the kind of generic shit everyone likes, but there's something about the way he captures such scenes. Makes them infinitely more breathtaking, you think.

The gym selfies? Yeah. Leaving you a little breathless, too. That's neither here, nor there, though. You'll blame it on the hangover.

"Yeah, yeah, guy from the bar," you reply all nonchalantly, before clicking back into Hoseok's messages.

JustJK: Hey - I work at Dionysus. Think your friend left her phone there. Just let her know I have it and for her to get in contact with me if she wants to come by and get it.

Hoseok thinks nothing of it as you begin typing back - trusts you not to be doing anything untoward. Also is dying too much to care.

seokshine:  hii!! sorry it's me (the friend lol), hobi just gave me his phone!!

JustJK:  Disco Ball?

seokshine:  disco...ball????

JustJK:  You were dressed like a Disco Ball.

seokshine:  thank you?

JustJK:  You're welcome.

JustJK:  I have your phone.

seokshine:  life saverrr, thank you so much <33

JustJK:  I'm at work tonight so you can swing by the club. If not I'll be at the gym this evening? I go to one downtown so it's easy to get to. Just let me know and I'll make sure I have it on me.

The idea of going anywhere near alcohol given your current state repulses you - but equally, so does the idea of going to a gym.

The only plus side would be that you'd maybe get to see his a-

No, no, no, you mentally reprimand yourself, and cover the thoughts of his torso with mental images of Jimin - sexy, charming, average shagger Jimin - because he's the one you hooked up with. 

You'd just been reeling from the sex when you'd seen Jeongguk last night. Easy to let the hormones take over - but he'd been shirtless and -fuck - his tattoos had been so intricately carved into his skin that all you wanted to do was study them and -

Get a grip, girl.

"So?" Hoseok asks.

"So he has my phone. Left it at the club," you lie. "Says I can either get it from the club tonight or he can take it with him to the gym. My choice."

"So... watcha gonna do?" Hosoek asks, none the wiser of the mental hoops you've been jumping through from such a simple decision. Not like it's life or death. It's gonna be mortifying regardless, having to do a second walk of shame in front of Jeongguk.

And so you sigh, and type through a message back to him.

It won't be long, you figure. You won't have to stay. Just get in, get your phone, get out. Never see him again. 

Cool, Jeongguk replies. See you then. 

When you hand your phone back to Hoseok, he raises a brow. "Really? This is the decision you made?"

And unfortunately, all you can do is say 'yes', before you excuse yourself to the bathroom so you can hurl in peace.

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[mintytealfox]

MKAY! NORTON TIME!!

I watched "The Gold Rush" 1925 crazy Chaplin movie as soon as I pieced together that this was a CHAPLIN CHARACTER OUTFIT LOL

THIS FITS HIM SO GOSH DARN WELL YALL

PREPARE YOURSELVES LOL

Spoilers below if you wanna watch the movie still before reading~ This is gonna be a LONG one cause its so difficult to sum up quick and it still making some kind of sense PFF

but you can skip to the very bottom to see why this gets a CHECKMARK in my eyes LOL

So its starts out with "A Lone Prospector" who is trapsing through the harsh snowy mountain, he almost stumbles off the side of it a few times and a bear is following him and he doesn't notice it at all (how this character survived this long is beyond me -WHEEZE-)

There is another prospector named "Jim Mckay" who has struck gold! But a huge storm comes rolling in so both end up in the same cabin where a criminal (unknown to the prospectors) is living. They just forced themselves in there pretty much and the criminal was just 'meh whatever' after realizing Mckay can beat him in any fight pfff (like the levels of ridiculous events that take place is astronomical! -WHEEZE- the flying out the doors cause of the wind and forcing themselves back in oh my GOSH! Then Mckay and the criminal are fighting with the shot gun and it is ALWAYS pointed at Chaplin as he is trying to get out of the way of the barrel of the gun!! I was literally rolling with laughter at this part oh my GOSH)

Chap tryin to escape the barrel of the gun as the other two fight:

But Chaplin buddies up with Mckay for survival purposes

So the storm has been raging for days as the story continues and they are all starving. So they draw cards and whoever gets the lowest number has to go out into the storm to get food. The criminal ends up drawing the lowest card and off he goes to find food ( but since he doesn't care about the other two he doesn't return with the food he found from the supplies he got after killing some police that were looking for him) So the Criminal dips and even finds Mckay's gold stash and camps out there.

So the two prospectors back at the cabin are still hella hungry so Chapin boils up his shoe and serves that up for dinner. He gives himself the 'best part' cause its his shoe and he cooked it but the other prospector takes it and that leaves Chaplin with the sole, nails, and shoelace. He ends up enjoying the meal much to his own surprise pff. But the other prospector/Mckay is so hungry he starts hallucinating that Chaplin is a chicken and starts trying to kill him and that there cues a load of ridiculous events of Chaplin trying, and accidentally surviving again -WHEEZE- but the BEAR returns and they somehow have that as their first meal in who knows how long and then the storm finally ends and they part ways

Chicken Chap:

Mckay returns to his claim of gold only to find the criminal. They fight again only this time the Criminal whacks Mckay over the head with a shovel (causing him to loose his memories) and leaves with the stuff he got from the police and then ends up falling from the side of the mountain that crumbled apart. and the section was called (the north. a law unto itself)

ANYWAY

Chaplin ends up in a town as this lone stranger and meets this pretty lady. Georgia. She ends up using Chaplin as a way to get away and upset her pushy lover, the bully, by dancing with Chaplin. Cue more wild events as he is trying to keep his pants from falling and accidently ties a rope that was supposed to be a leash for a dog, around his waist to use as a belt. So now a dog is running around with him as he is trying to dance with this pretty lady. Just absolutely wild oh my gosh (old movies stress me out when there are animals involved cause of the poor treatment that could happen on these sets so its difficult for me to not be uneasy at those points aaahh) but anyways

The bully/pushy lover, begins messing with Chaplin after Chaplin tries to keep the bully from following Georgia cause she wanted to leave and be alone, this prompting a 'fight' where Chaplin can't see and accidently punches a post and somehow a clock falls on the bully and he thinks he knocked him out oh my GOSH.

image of the bully smashing the hat on Chap's head so he can't see:

Then the next morning he pretends he is freezing to death outside a warm cabin of a guy who is making beans for breakfast pff. So the guy with beans takes him in and Chaplin ends up being his helper. Dude is willing to brown nose for survival man

ANYWAY

Georgia and the ladies end up coming over after chucking a snowball into the side of his face, on accident. So they come in and sit a while and Georgia finds that Chap has a photo of her (that he found ripped on the ground) and the flower she gave him after the dance) she thinks its funny and they all laugh while he is out getting firewood.

Georgia offering her apologies:

And then they are messing with him after they see that he likes Georgia:

(like no one is kind to this man oh my gosh and yet he continues to just vibe and not let it bother him, but there is a moment later that he is noticeably sad and hurt ;; )

ANYWAY he invites them to dinner and is like "will you actually come??" and they are like "oh yesss suurreee"

So he gets extremely excited and destroys the cabin in his excitement pff so he goes out to make money so he can put together a good dinner and HE EVEN BUYS THEM GIFTS OH MY GOSH

AND THEY DON'T SHOW UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

He worked HARD shoveling snow for monies (he would clear out the snow in front of one business's door onto the front of the next business's door and would have them pay him to now clear out their blocked door PFF)

(^^^ he made that snow pile behind him in front of that restaurant -WHEEZE- to be fair the restaurant owner was rude to him just moments prior PFFFF)

Anyway, back on track. The ladies don't show up and he falls asleep and dreams of having a good time only to wake up at midnight and realize they never showed up orz so he looks out the door when he hears the town singing and he looks so saaaad orz

Georgia and the girls end up showing up after Chap leaves and once she sees the gifts she feels hella bad

Then for some dumb reason she writes an apology note to her pushy bully 'love' cause she slapped him for forcing her to kiss him uhg But the bully wants to mess with Chap so he has the note sent to Chap and then Chap is like "ALL IS FORGIVEN MY LOVE" cause she wrote "I love you" at the bottom of the note orz

She is friggin FLABBERGASTED -WHEEZEEE- vvvvvv

But this is when things start coming full circle cause MCKAY with MEMORY LOSS shows up and spots Chap and is like "YOU KNOW WHERE THE CABIN IS!! IF I CAN JUST FIND THE CABIN I CAN FIND MY HEAPS OF GOLD AND I WILL SHARE IT WITH YOU WE WILL BOTH BE MULTI-MILLIONAIRES" and drags him away from Georgia PFF

They end up making it back to the cabin and while they were sleeping "by Fate" the cabin flies away in the wind of the storm and ends up like this

So when they wake up they realize that the house is tilting whenever Chaplin comes over to right side and they quickly have to balance it out PFF So another series of ridiculousNESS takes place and they escape the cabin and find that it was the rope that was caught and keeping the house from falling immediately was ACTUALLY caught on where Mckay's HEAPS of GOLD is 🤣🤣

So they found the gold and are both multi-millionaires and Chap has everything he could ever want except for Georgia but he ends up finding out that she is on the same ship they are on and because of a ridiculous series of events the police are looking for a stowaway and mistake Chaplin as the stowaway cause he put on his old prospector outfit for the photoshoot they were doing for the news story pffff but she ends up trying to protect him and hide him, then once he is found by the police she offers to pay his ticket only for the news people to be like "YO He is a multi-millionaire! He isn't a stowaway!"

and then he invites Georgia to join him on the rich part of the ship and then they pose for a photo and kiss and now Chap has everything he ever wanted heh

So in love that she is willing to do all that for him lol vvvvv

------

SO THERE IS THE WHOLE STORY

and this gets a CHECKMARK, it has Norton written all over it PFF

-there is the mention of 'FATE' several times in the switching of scenes. -He is just this guy trying to make it through and is constantly bullied, but regardless, he keeps trying and works hard. -is, at his core, kind. (I mean heck, in the movie Chap even offers his other shoe when Mckay exclaims how hungry he still is pff) -Keeps going even though his life is misfortune after misfortune. -Is the odd ball in the crowd and is shocked when people 'want' to interact with him and they aren't hurting him in some way or he doesn't have to brown nose is some way. -Trying to get though a cruel world I just find it so interesting that they went with a character that follows fate and it leads him to everything he ever wanted ;; (I am still crossing everything I have that they will go the redemption arc way for Norton and let him finally have a good life under the blue sky aahh please)

//and now in reference to the Frederick Deduction skin, I am worried Composer will actually die in the fire at the end of the da capo game like he does as his Deduction counterpart ah orz just all those burns on his worn clothes skin aahhhh and I think he also has tears on that skin too, gosh I need to check again

ANYWAYS, For the skin itself I love that there is actual gold in his making cause it shows that he is 'made of gold' 'has a heart of gold' ;;

'Fool's Gold' is just how everyone else perceives him, a Fool, faking being a good guy to get gain orz Which is how he starts viewing himself and starts acting by the time AoM comes around ah orz

So in my opinion THEY POPPED OFF HERE TOO, I think this was a big brain move~ 👏👏👏👏👏👏 They could have gone a 'BADDIE' rotue but they went with the good guy route and touched on who Norton is and what he had to do to survive, now I just hope he gets what he needs and even wants in the end ;;

[fortune-fool02]

A Gentle Moment

Leon Kennedy x Luis Serra

Requested by: anonymous

Maybe something super fluffy, like Luis comforting a stressed Leon after the vendetta movie?

Warning: Light Spoilers for RE4 Remake and RE Vendetta. Light angst, fluff.

I love this idea! This is my first Serennedy fic so please be understanding if its a bit meh. I'll try my best though. 

Thank you and please enjoy!

It was the same. It was always the same again and again and again. A vicious cycle that Leon never seemed able to break. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he fought to wipe out B.O.Ws and the monsters that create them, there was always more popping up like weeds. Always someone else deluded with the power they offered, of the blood that they spilled in their wake. 

Leon never asked for this. He only ever wanted to help people, to bring hope when there wasn’t any. That’s why he became a police officer in the first place. Ever since that damn day, every day of his life has been soaked in blood, loss and pain. What did he do wrong in his life to end up here? Was he being punished by some higher power for something he did wrong? Or had Fate chosen him out of the millions of people in the world to focus all this pain on? 

Whatever the answer was, it offered no sense of comfort for him. And this recent attack on New York only enforced this more. He could not even take a vacation without being dragged back down to this Hell he called his life. A part of him wanted to disappear. To pack up his stuff and just vanish. The glass in his hand went empty some minutes ago but he couldn’t stand up from his spot on the floor, huddled between the side of the couch and the wall, squeezing himself down into it like a child trying to hide from something they couldn’t see. 

But he saw his monsters. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the twisted faces of those he has faced. That tyrant he faced on his first day as a policeman. The rotten faces of innocent people plagued with Las Plaga. People he worked along side with and ended up having to put a bullet in their heads once they turned on him. His friends. His squad. Everyone. Maybe he was the cursed one? One who was touched by Death itself to spread it to those around him. Like an infection. A tight pain clenched around his throat and chest, squeezing firmly until his lungs burned from the lack of air. Long, piercing claws dragging along his chest, pushing into his skin as he felt something alive squirming about inside his chest and organs.

The room around him was spinning, he couldn’t see straight. Black veins breaking through his skin, crawling up along his arms and face, he could feel them inside him. A figure shot across his vision, crouching down beside him and trying to grab him. A cloaked monster with piercing eyes, its jaws opening wide to tear his head off. 

“LEON! Por favor, calm down!” Sharp, concerned words cut through the thick haze, and, just like that, the veins vanished. The cloaked monster was replaced with the concerned look on Luis’ face as he held Leon’s wrists securely. The glass shattered in his hand with small shards of glass embedded in his hand and hot blood spilling down his arm. 

“L.... Luis?” Confused, Leon tried to look around more. Expecting to see that dark look in Krauser’s eyes, that twisted glee as the knife dug into Luis’ back. But there was nothing there. Nothing but the living room. Slowly, Luis helped Leon to his feet, keeping the man steady as he guided him towards the bathroom to clean him up. Luis’ dark hair tied back in a small bun with strands still falling over his face a bit, similar to how it was when they first met. His thin-rimmed glasses slipped on while he examined the damage. 

“Infierno sangriento, Leon. You were supposed to be on vacation.” Setting Leon down on the closed toiler, Luis pulled out the first-aid kit and knelt beside Leon. They had both agreed that Leon taking some time off would help the man’s mental state and allow him to relax for once. So when Luis got the call that Leon was in New York dealing with a Bio-Terror attack, a few colourful words left Luis’ lips as he drove out to find Leon. 

“Oye, look at me.” With a gentle touch, Luis turned Leon’s head to face him, giving him a comforting smile. “I’m here, okay? You’re not alone here, Leon.” Leon simply looked at Luis, his expression somewhat unreadable with that little dazed look in his cold blue eyes. This wasn’t the first time Luis had seen Leon like this, and unlikely the last, but he knew how to keep the man grounded. After he cleaned up and bandaged his hand, thankfully no stitches were needed, Luis took his hands and guided him back downstairs. 

Setting Leon on the couch, he turned to walk off only for Leon to grab hold of his jacket. “Don’t leave me.... please.” His voice was so small it almost went past Luis entirely. He turned and held Leon’s hand, smiling at him still. 

“I’m not going anywhere, amar.” Pressing a light kiss on his lips, Luis headed into the kitchen and got them both a drink, returning to Leon’s side quickly. The lights were on, as well as the electric fire to offer some kind of warmth for Leon. “You want to watch something on T.V?” Holding the remote out towards him, Luis watched as Leon shook his head lightly. An idea springing to mind for the Spanish man as he turned it on and flicked through some channels, settling it onto a romantic comedy that was currently playing. 

He pulled the blanket over and had Leon his head onto his lap, his fingers lightly playing with Leon’s hair, knowing it was something that he enjoyed. “There you go, see? Everything is going to be okay, Leon.” Luis cooed softly, looking between Leon and the T.V. Having been with the man for many years now, Luis knew what to do for him. How to be there for him when he was pushing everyone away. 

A few moments passed when he noticed Leon was actually watching the programme. His rapid breathing had calmed more and the light tremble had dispersed. All of which were good signs to Luis. Leaning down, he kissed Leon’s head and continued to stroke the agent’s hair. 

“Luis.” 

“Mm?” 

“Thank you.”