#he'll just saunter on in there and find whatever while

[forestofsprites]

sam putting cas on bunker storage room #18 clean-out duty bc the nosy angel enjoys rummaging enjoys organizing and sam's confident he'll breeze through it overnight, but what in fact happens is that cas is a nosy angel who enjoys rummaging enjoys organizing & thus pauses 13 minutes in bc he finds a doohickey that he's convinced dean will be able to tinker with and revive (he does), organizes sure but does so into an eclectic system of apparent whim (he himself thinks it’s perfectly sound and logical),& then ultimately spends the majority of the night poring over decades-old receipts and smiling away to himself

[mtchee]

[IMAGINE] Living with Cat! Gojo | GN

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, cat! jjk au, non sorcerer au, cat! gojo, kitty satoru, fluff, he's a little shit, love my cat series aww

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Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru. You have no idea where he's from, or who his owner is--but apparently it's you now.

You first saw him loitering obnoxiously outside your region's specialty sweets shop, and he was pawing at the window display longingly. Then suddenly, his head turned to you and he hasn't left you alone since.

When he sauntered over, you cooed and gave him some attention before heading on your way. The strange cat followed you for a bit, and you gently shooed him off a few times before he relented. It was only when you finally got home that you realised he actually hadn't.

He popped up in front of your door bright and early the next morning, sitting all poised and beaming at you before letting himself in.

His fur was too clean to have been out in the streets for long, and he was much too well groomed to be a stray.

But he was yours now, it seemed. Or maybe you were his.

Either or.

Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru, one of the prettiest cats you have ever seen.

He's fat.

Or at least, it looks like he is at first.

He's incredibly fluffy, with pristine white fur and the most darling baby pink paws. His eyes are an entrancing cerulean blue, though hidden behind a pecular pair of rounded blackout specs that fit perfectly proportionate to his kitty face. He didn't have a collar--still doesn't with you.

Instead, you had found his name engraved in tiny elegant lettering on the temple of his accessory.

Cat! Gojo Satoru is long. You had been fooled into his thickness from the look of all his fluff, but then when you held him and let him dangle, he just extended.

You had been kneeling when you had first done so, holding him out at arms length from under his shoulders and his hind legs were comfortably touching the ground. You were shocked, all the whilst he went slack and let you manoeuvre him however you wanted.

Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru, who fucking yaps nonstop.

He's a chatty little thing, and awfully entitled too.

Just like when he first appeared and walked into your house like he'd always lived there, he abides by his own whims no matter what.

While you buy the prettiest decorative pillows, he kneads them and pokes holes in them like it's nobody's business while shaking off his fur all over. Now, along with his furballs, you see tuffs of the pillows stuffing sticking out from his claw marks.

When you buy him the best kitty bed that you can afford (accompanied by the softest blanket), he turns up his nose and rolls himself around on your clean bedsheets.

He ignores his scratching post in favour of the leg of your dining table.

He would rather starve than eat any of his dry food.

He will not just be drinking tap water--it must be served nice and cold from the fridge. He will also not drink any sort of cat-safe milk. He wants it fresh and full cream. If you have any sort of milk substitutes (whether it be skim, almond, whatever), that won't fly. No, you have a full-cream carton just for him.

Also, whipped cream. He loves it.

God forbid you run out.

He will find a way into your kitchen cabinets and pantry, and he will be eating any and all of the sweets you have stored. Sour gummies? Devoured. Hard boiled candy? Those sugar rocks are done for. Complimentary chocolate? Not a single crumb left behind.

You have no idea how he isn't dead yet.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru constantly starving for your attention. He'll yowl, mewl, trill, scream--anything for just a lick of your time.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru frightening away your creep of a neighbour who was trying to force his way into your home.

With your eyes slightly glossy from fear of what could happen to you, features perpetually frozen in an expression of discomfort and fright--your cat weaves between your legs with a sweetened "mreow?" before taking seat by your feet.

He tilts his head at the sight of the unwelcome disgrace of a human being leering in towards you, leaning threateningly against your door frame. Despite cat! Gojo's light hearted trill, his fluffy tail swishes agressively from side to side behind him.

A quiet panic latches onto your heart--you don't know if you could bear it if anything happened to him too. "Satoru, inside please," your voice trembles as you whisper at him.

Your neighbour glances down, puffing a condescending laugh at the fluffy cat before taking a step forward and reaching for your arm.

You don't really remember what happened after that. You don't recall blacking out, or maybe it all happened in a blink? Either way, by the time you regained your senses, the offender was scattering off with a series of wounds littering his form, and a scorch mark was left where he once stood in his wake. You swallow wearily, processing everything.

Cat! Gojo plants his fluffy butt back down by your feet, licking at his front paw indifferently before looking up at you with his big, sunglass clad eyes.

When you let out a soft breath of relief and incredulity, he sticks out his little pink tongue with a dopey cat-grin.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru, escaping and wandering off for hours at a time, only to come back with some sort of (rather expensive) gift in his clutches.

He's the adventerous sort. Although he loves to laze around the house, he gets the urge to be up and off, and he'll annoying weasel between your legs and make you trip up before heading on his way.

He might leave for the day, but by the evening he always returns. Sometimes you'll find him waiting patiently at your door like you did when you first found him, this time with something akin to an offering sitting at his paws.

Other times he'll already be back in the house, awaiting you leisurely with his present sat nearby.

He's popped up with a paper bag of pricey chocolates (perhaps in replacement of the ones he ate in your pantry?), a pouch of authentic ginger and tea leaves (you'd been complaining about getting migraines recently...), a cashmere scarf (winter is getting closer, where the HELL did he nick a CASHMERE SCARF from!?), and a thin, 22-carat gold chain from GOD KNOWS WHERE.

Whenever you scold him for stealing, he never looks abashed. If anything, he goes out the next day and returns with something even more expensive for you to panic about.

Imagine having a bad day and indulging in your most bed-rotting desires with cat! Gojo Satoru.

Normally you wouldn't eat in bed. You don't like the feeling of grain or bits and pieces poking you in your sleep. Aside from the occassional, mostly able to eat clean meal, you wouldn't eat in bed.

But today--today is an exception. What started as a decent morning turned into an annoying afternoon and a shitty evening. A flurry of emotions battle within you: frustration, irritation, sadness, confusion, annoyance--it ate up at you.

So after getting home and foregoing a shower to change into some old, tatty pyjamas to make you feel even more miserable, you'd picked out your most unhealthy snacks to take out your upset on.

When you get home, normally you'd greet cat! Gojo happily, or at least with a cuss after he trips you up in his excitement, but after a simple sigh and sad, passing smile, he knew something was up.

And so the graceful feline joins you on your bed, padding softly over the covers to stare at you uncomfortably. And when you notice and wave him away with a scrunched nose, finally he scoots closer and rolls onto his back, wriggling up to you with a gentle playfulness that you can't help but indulge.

You poke at his paws when he stretches them out at you, and for once, you decide to share your pile of treats with him. Together, you crunch down on some chips, chew on some candy, eat all your chocolate, and gradually spoon away all your ice cream.

And even when it's all gone, cat! Gojo lays with you some more before gently coaxing you up and guiding you towards your bathroom, urging you to wash the crappy day away.

And when you're done, he's waiting for you on the bed with the messy doona dragged off and replaced with a clean one, pillows fluffed and his favourite plush toy placed as an offering.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru taking up a majority of your bed at night because he refuses to sleep elsewhere. Not only does he take over your bed, but also your space.

Where you go, he goes.

When you decide to nap on the couch, he'll flop himself onto your tummy and crawl up to your chest, splaying himself over your body like a weighted blanket.

If you decide to take a nap outside on the grass, he'll lay tummy-up with his head pressed against yours, the both of you soaking in the warmth of the sun. Or, shoulder the weather be a little chilly, he'll cosy up to your side, flopping across your arm and nuzzling into your neck.

On your bed, if you shift so much as an inch, he follows. Where this might lead you to balance precariously on the edge of your side of the bed, eventually he'll just flop on top of you since you keep moving away.

He's a clingy little shit.

But to be honest, you wouldn't have him any other way.

[witheringwidgetwrites]

If I may do a request, how would the Brothers/Datables help out an MC who’s sick?

totally nonny' thanks for your request!! ♥️

This is based off of just general sickness, maybe food poisoning or a common cold, whichever.

tw for vomit? that should be it

LMK if yall wanna see the younger brothers!

LUCIFER

As soon as you start to grow on him, you come down with some sort of human sickness. Before now, he couldn't be bothered to help you himself, but when he finds you feverish, and your skin sticky, he's regretful that he can't stay longer.

50/50 chance of him having you rest in your own bed, or resting in his study on the couch so he can watch over you. Regardless of if he's having one of his brothers watch you, he definitely comes in to check on you every 1-2 hours.

Makes sure you're loaded with fluids, checks your temp every 6 hours, definitely finds medications for you, Tylenol, ibeauprofen, whatever he thinks is best.

As you grow even closer, he lets you rest in his room. you're more likely to go undisturbed, and his sheets are a mix of satin and silk, very comfortable. Ends up insisting on it so his brothers can't bother you.

Overall, 7.5/10. He is quick to help, but can't tend to you at all really. You don't have to ask him for anything either.

MAMMON

He takes you on your first initial date, and kisses you your bedroom goodnight. He's almost overly kind and romantic, his face flushed the entire time. You get food poisoning from the restaurant.

H finds out when he's burst into the bathroom and you're sitting on the floor next to the toliet, one hand pushing your hair back and the other on the toilet brim.

Even if you aren't super close, he'll hold your hair back. He's just more delicate if you're in a relationship. Also more scared and worried for you.

Gets quickly roped into a holistic therapy wellness pyramid scheme. He saunters in with a look that says, 'i am your savior, bow to me' and surprisingly it makes things worse because you have a slight allergic reaction. He feels awful.

Kind of panics at first, you'll have to explain that you're not dying. He brings up the prospect of seeing the TOP doctor of Devildom almost every hour. Diavolo wouldn't mind and you both know it.

Probably kicks back with you in your room, his hands shake a little when he tried to be forward and move your hair out of your face. Definitely is outright to ask what you need.

Overall, 5/10. Wastes money on the scheme but it's from a good place. You also have to ask him for what you need. But it can be a little annoying when you have snot hanging from your nose while he stares at you, and you have to specifically ask for a tissue.

LEVIATHAN

You had been fairly close friends for a couple months at this point, and it was obvious to everyone around you that he had the hots for you.

The one time he leaves his room, he comes to find you after you didn't answer his text, self deprecating thoughts loomed in the background and were quickly about to make him change his mind until he heard heavy breathing

"MC, you okay?" "Yeah sure, you can come in."

He found you sitting by the floor with a trashcan in front of you, leaning forward with both elbows propped up on the can.

During your sickness, he's got no qualms about asking Satan for help. He's quick to find medicine, wether it be from a nearby human novelty shop or from Lucifer, he's definitely averting his eyes while he hands it to you.

He offers to leave, but is elated when you ask him to stay with you. You see a small smile poke at his cheek. He sits next to you while you lay there, but turns his face away when you start to heave, and rubs your back out of instinct.

Overall, 6/10. He'll do almost anything you ask. But you have to ask. He will go out of his way to get you back to feeling better if he can though.

[hiiroamagisbestfriend]

Awawawa found another enstars blog uwu Can I ask for Kohaku, Mayoi and Ritsu falling in love at firsf sight???? Thank you so much! ♡♡♡

Love at First Sight

w/ Kohaku Oukawa, Mayoi Ayase, & Ritsu Sakuma x GN! Reader

not proud of this kohaku at all, i fear

Kohaku Oukawa

✩ Kohaku was just going about his day, exploring around ES and meeting new people. His current life was so different to what it was previously, that he was still just beginning to find his bearings around here.

✩ It was all of a sudden that he heard the unmistakable laughter of his unit leader, Rinne Amagi somewhere down the hall. Kohaku pursed his lips at this, not really wanting to run into him lest he be teased and bullied relentlessly.

✩ Kohaku was just about to go literally anywhere else when Rinne suddenly came to view and he seemed to have his arm around someone's shoulder.

✩ Kohaku could tell from a mile away that your expression was that of nervousness, seeing as Rinne was being all touchy feely as he always was. Though in the short time that Kohaku examined your face, he did come to realize you actually looked quite pretty.

✩ Kohaku sighs, before psyching himself up to go and confront his leader. Only because Crazy:B getting into more trouble would be no good for him, and totally not because he felt like he wanted to go and save the pretty stranger specifically.

✩ Kohaku knew what he had to do, just run up to the two of you, scold Rinne even if he wasn't doing anything bad, and take you away.

Kohaku watched as you fiddled with the hem of your top as you and Rinne walked side by side, noting the light twinge of pink covering the tip of your ears. He totally gets that, being beside Rinne is just that embarrassing, isn't it?

Don't worry though, he'll save you soon enough. The shock on both you and Rinne's face when Kohaku popped out of seemingly nowhere was pretty amusing, but now wasn't the time to be laughing.

"Rinne-han.. What d'ya suppose you're doin' now?" Kohaku tried his best to adopt a scolding tone, though he'd never admit it, Rinne was pretty smart and could probably tell he had ulterior motives if he slipped even slightly. "Ya know Crazy:B isn't in a position to be causin' trouble, yeah?"

Kohaku tried to sneak his hand around yours, (to pull you out of Rinne's grasp of course) hoping that the conversation would serve as a slight distraction. Rinne however, only gave him a knowing smirk before pulling you in closer. Kohaku wanted to punch him in the face when he saw your face looked more pink than before.

"Now, now, play nice, Kohaku-chan. (Y/N)-chan over here was just telling me about how much they wanted to be Crazy:B's producer. Weren't ya?" Rinne ruffled your hair a bit, which was obviously quite the affront to Kohaku.

"Sure they were. Look Rinne-han, they're shakin' like a leaf." Kohaku took the chance to grab you, pulling you in to stand behind him. He felt quite proud of himself, maybe you'd think of him as a dashing hero? or a knight in shining armor? Though it's not like he was either.

"(Y/N), right? Let's get outta here before he starts whinin'." Oh yeah, he probably looks so cool right now. Kohaku wouldn't mind if you fell for him at that very moment, actually.

"Pff... Alright! You two go have fun then!" The two of you could hear Rinne's laughter echo along the hallway as he sauntered his way out. It was pretty weird for him to just leave like that, Kohaku thinks, but whatever.

"Sorry about our leader. What was he even botherin' ya for?" Kohaku turned around to look at you, and wow. While he thought you were pretty from a distance, this doesn't even begin compare.

"...We were just talking about me being the producer. F-for your unit's next few projects." Oh. Rinne was being for real. Kohaku suddenly couldn't find it in himself to look you in your beautiful eyes anymore.

"I-is that so...? Then why were ya lookin' so... uneasy?" Kohaku sheepishly asked, realizing he probably messed up big time. When he found the courage to look at you again, he saw that you looked just even more embarrassed than when you were with Rinne.

Yikes... Did he mess up that badly? "Sorry. I musta meddled in something I didn't need to." You shook your head quite violently at that, shocking the pink haired boy.

"Haha... Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous? I wanted to be your producer cause' I'm a big fan of Crazy:B, but uh, you especially, Kohaku..." That last part was kind of quiet, but it was like he heard it at max volume. "I was just a bit at a loss for what to do when you suddenly showed up? Haha?"

Oh goodness, your awkward and shy laughter was like an arrow straight to Kohaku's heart. It was like your pretty levels multiplied by a million in his eyes.

Fate seems to have Kohaku's back this time around, seeing as you had quite the positive feelings towards him. He knew there was a reason why he felt drawn to you, even though this was the first time you two met.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I guess I better live up to those expectations!"

Mayoi Ayase

✩ Mayoi fell for you the first time he saw you, literally. Like he was wandering about in the vents when the part he was on top of suddenly broke off and he found you buried right below him.

✩ He'd quickly scurry off though, as he usually does. But before he did, he caught just a short glimpse of your dazed face and he felt his heart skip a beat.

✩ He'd hide behind a corner as he watches you slowly stand up, supporting yourself on the nearby wall. He felt awful that he just ran away without even so much as apologizing to you, but he can already feel how hot his face is from that short encounter and showing that to you was probably not the best idea.

✩ As Mayoi watched you try to piece together what just happened, he'd find all your little facial expressions and gestures absolutely adorable. How your eyebrows raise as you look at the gap in the vents, your fingers rhythmically tapping against your cheek.

✩ Why, he could watch you like this forever! Surely meeting you like this was just some sort twist of fate. Seeing you just made Mayoi want to protect and spoil you, though he clearly couldn't find the confidence to do either seeing as he totally bodyslammed you just now and ran away.

✩ He'd find it admirable how you seem to just continue about your day after that. Seeing that you're just doing what he assumes is your usual work like nothing happened.

✩ Love at first sight. It might be a bit too soon to call it that, but he wants to believe that it is. You just looked so perfect to him, the kind of person that he'd love to watch over for the rest of his life.

✩ This would continue for quite a while, Mayoi just watching over you in what he hopes is more protective than stalker-esque. Though he wouldn't blame anyone for assuming the latter, he does have that suspicious aura about him doesn't he?

✩ It was in one of his self-loathing episodes that he didn't notice you running across the hall and slamming against him full speed. Mayoi immediately found himself on the floor, looking up at you as papers flied around everywhere.

"Ah! Oh my goodness! Are you okay?!" Oh my, your voice sounds like honey to Mayoi, if this was the last thing he'd ever hear he wouldn't even complain. He could only stare dumbfoundedly at your face, it was certainly way more adorable when up close. "Uh... Hello? Are you alright?"

Mayoi regained his senses when he felt you lightly slapping his cheek, why, to think that you'd care so much for such a creature like him just makes him positively elated. "ohmygodishedead" he'd hear you whisper under your breath before he realized that he should probably answer you now.

"A-ah! Y-yes. I'm f-fine. Tha-thank you!" Mayoi always hated how he'd stutter like this, but when he flubs up this much in front of you of all people, it just feels positively awful! "I'm s-s-sorry you had to bump into so-something like me...!"

Mayoi shimmies his way out, quickly standing up and about to make a run for it before he feels a tight grip on his wrist. Of course he wouldn't be let go that easily. Are you going to go punish him now? Well he deserves it so he doesn't really mind...

But instead of that, the two of you just stare at each other in silence for what seems like a few minutes as your grip on his wrist didn't seem to loosen at the slightest. You really had quite the pretty face, he thinks.

"U-um... Is, is there anything I could do for you...?" Mayoi eventually sputters out, really wishing he could just run away from this whole thing before he embarrasses himself further.

As if you were broken from a trance, you instantly let go of him, though he doesn't take the chance to run like he thought he would. Why didn't he? Well, it was because of the simple fact that there was quite an obvious flush of red on your face.

"Oh, ah, sorry." Your face grew even redder as you averted your eyes and Mayoi did his best to not just have a heart attack out of your cuteness right then and there. "You just, uh, looked really pretty is all."

You let out a small chuckle before covering a part of your face with your hands out of embarrassment. Mayoi felt like his brain and heart was going into overdrive like this. Was he hearing you right? Were you really complimenting a beast from the underworld like him?

Mayoi wondered what he did in his past life to be this fortunate, being complimented by such a pure and adorable angel like you. Wait, does this mean that there's a chance you could like him back? Then maybe you two could become an item!

"Th-thank you. You too..." He was sure that the two of you looked like a pair of tomatoes by now, but for the first time in his life, he kind of didn't mind?

Mayoi then felt your hand grasp his, squeezing it tight. "Ahaha... You think I'm pretty? Thanks!" You beamed at him and Mayoi was almost blinded by the sheer brightness.

✩ After that, he'd help you gather your stuff and send you on your merry way after exchanging contact details on HoldHands.

✩ Then, he suddenly processed everything that just happened in an instant and immediately crawled into a hidden place to scream. He really feels so blessed that he got this chance.

✩ He's going to try his best, so promise to love him lots, okay?

Ritsu Sakuma

✩ Ritsu! The silly ever. The first time he'd see you is when he found you napping in one of his favorite sleeping spots. Normally, he'd be pretty mad, this place was one of his sanctuaries after all, a cool breeze and just the right amount of shade.

✩ But after seeing just how breathtaking you look when doing something as simple as sleeping, he decided that maybe you two were just birds of a feather and let it go. Hell, he understands full well why someone would sleep there, so at least your tastes align.

✩ The problem is, he doesn't want to just leave you be. He knelt down on the ground to observe your more delicate features, the small amount of light piercing through the shade framing you like some sort of ethereal angel.

✩ It didn't help that your neck was in plain view, not obstructed by your clothes or any accessories. Having your weakspot readily available against a vampire was a big no-no.

✩ Though it's not like Ritsu would do anything to you while you were asleep, he is a gentleman after all. Just ignore the fact that he's staring holes into a beautiful stranger who happens to be sleeping.

✩ Seeing such a comfortable face made Ritsu remember his original purpose of going there, he wanted a good nap and he felt like he wouldn't be able to find another place in time.

✩ So, he laid down beside you, close enough to still be relatively near his favorite spot, but far enough that you two wouldn't touch unless you suddenly rolled ov-

✩ Ritsu had to hold in a yelp when he felt your arm suddenly lay on top of his chest. He turned his head to see that you were facing him now, and it seemed you were the type to cuddle anything you got your hands on.

✩ Your eyes were still closed, but he could feel you pulling him in closer ever so slightly. Geez, what a troublesome sleepmate you were. Ritsu doesn't really mind though.

✩ He puts his hands behind his head so that you could have a more comfortable time hugging him, before closing his eyes as he too slowly felt sleep take over him.

✩ Before he fully lost consciousness though, Ritsu couldn't help but smile. You were just his type, and this certainly would be a fun story to tell if you two end up together. Part of him wanted to roll over and cuddle you too, but this is fine for now.

When you awoke, you felt a bit hotter than usual, like as if someone put a heat pack right beside you while you were sleeping. Not too hot though, just like a mild heat that would make anyone drowsy.

It was then that you felt something below your arm, something soft and rhythmically raising and falling, like a person breathing. Your eyes shot open when you realized that was exactly what it was.

You quickly pulled your arm back in, causing a disgruntled sound to come from the person it was laying on. His face scrunching up a bit before he stirs awake as well.

"Hmm?" He sounded out as he rubbed his eyes, letting out a short yawn before turning to look at you. "Ah, you're awake. Good..." He looks up to the sky, seeing that it's already turned a gorgeous hazy orange. "Afternoon."

"I'm so sorry!" You worriedly said, it was bad enough you spent an unknown amount of time hugging him, but to wake him up too?

Ritsu smiles at you, and it's such a soft and warm smile that you feel like it could probably save a life or two. "It's okay. I got to wake up to such a good sight, after all." He said, sitting up and stretching his arms out.

"Still, I'm sorry. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?" Your earnest eyes fueled the fire of mischief in Ritsu's heart, a slight smirk showing on his face.

"Then how about next time, you let me cuddle you?" A truly amazing strategic move by Ritsu. An implication that he wants the two of you to nap together again, and that he wants to pay back the favor.

Ritsu pat himself on the back for that one, especially when he saw in your pinkish face that you didn't seem to averse to that idea. "Sure..." You trailed off, a hand trying to cover the lower part of your face that was slowly turning brighter.

"Hehe. I'll look forward to it then."

done ^^ i really do get quite a lot of kohaku reqs dont i 🫡

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[dairyminki]

elle congrats on 300!!

i'm thinkin about cooler weather at the moment; could i give you autumn with mingi for a prompt? tysm and congrats again!! <33

✨️part of my 300 milestone event 🪄

title: pumpkin spice and everything nice

pairing: song mingi x gn!reader

genre: slice of life, coffeeshop au

warning/s: none

wc: 888

a/n: hello orion!! ♡ tysm for requesting ahhhh i rlly enjoyed writing this one esp the descriptions. i hope this one is to your liking tho ><

* reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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The sky is quite gloomy as you saunter through the wet asphalt road. A mix of yellow, orange, red, and brown leaves are scattered all over, the previous downpour having them glued to the pavement.

You got quite lucky that the rain stopped when you got out of work, or else you've been stranded at your workplace with nothing but the smell of leather and the sight of your almost robotic-like coworkers surrounding you.

It's a good thing you're out of that hellhole now, and approaching a quaint coffee shop, instead.

The bell by the door jingles as you push it open, the warm and nutty aroma of coffee and sweet caramel welcomes you, beckoning you towards the counter where the barista stood donning a brown apron over his head, his hair, a striking yellow and orange ombre.

The shop was bare, and you're betting, with all of the pennies currently in your pocket, that it had been this way since earlier today and the barista himself wasn't expecting any customers anymore to suddenly pop up.

You, being that unexpected customer, offer him a small smile as you proceed towards the counter.

"Hi! May I please have one pumpkin spice latte?" You state after carefully reading through their menu.

"Anything else?"

"No, that would be all, actually."

The barista merely nods in reply, and as he starts punching buttons on the register, you can't help but stare at him. Now that you think about it, his overall fit including his hair color actually resembles the colors of autumn. A giggle slips out of your mouth all of a sudden, making the barista give you a look.

Fortunately, he doesn't comment on it and just simply hands you the receipt, saying that he'll have your drink ready in a few. And so, you went to pick your seat by the shop's glass windows.

The sky is looking a lot gloomier than before, you take note. Although, not long after you've sat down, the rain came.

The sound of the barista's movements and the whirring of the blender and espresso machine accompanies your view of the falling rain and the dropping leaves from one tree branch to another.

The scene of the colorful leaves gradually forming a carpet on the road seemingly occupied you to a great extent that it took you a while to notice someone clearing their throat.

"Uhm, excuse me?" The barista, who was now standing by your table, says, finally earning your attention.

"I've been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now but you seemed to be engrossed with whatever's outside," He says while he puts your pumpkin spice latte on the table. Embarrassed, you mutter an apology.

"Thanks. It looks pretty, by the way," You tell him with a smile after admiring the aesthetically pleasing drink in front of you.

"Thank you, please enjoy," The barista says, mirroring your smile and then off he goes back to the counter.

—

"Hi, I don't want to bother you but-"

"Oh my god, have I overstayed?" You panic, glancing at your wristwatch and finding out it's already been over an hour since you've sat down in this coffee shop, your drink perfectly empty. "I can leave now, I'm sorry. You probably have to close up already, right?"

It's not like you didn't plan to leave after finishing your drink. It's just that the rain is still pouring hard, you didn't get to bring your umbrella with you, and your house is quite far from here. You're not sure if you're ready to go out and battle it out with the ongoing wetness outside.

"Oh, no, no! I can't let you leave in this weather," The barista had the same panic lacing his voice and he's quick enough to make you take your seat once again.

"And, uh, I actually came here to ask if you'd fancy a few slices of this apple galette…" The barista rubs at his nape, giving you a sheepish smile.

For a minute you look taken aback, and just when you were about to say something, he speaks yet again, exclaiming, "This is on the house, by the way!"

"Wow, that's so…sweet of you."

"Nothing biggie, really. Just figured you'd want something to accompany you since your drink's already finished and I don't think this rain's about to stop any sooner, so," He shrugs, placing the galette in front of you. An aromatic mixture of cinnamon and baked apples wafts through the air, and it awfully smells like home, fall, and everything warm.

"What's your name?" You ask just when the barista makes an attempt to retreat into his spot at the counter.

"My name is Mingi," He answers, pausing for a little bit before he asks you the same question, quite politely.

"I'm Y/N, and if you don't mind, would you like to accompany me, Mingi? We could share these pastries while we talk or something," You say, already standing up to pull up a chair for him, because you're not one who takes no for an answer.

"Well," Mingi drags out the word while he looks down at his feet, one foot lightly tapping against the floor. "Alright, I guess there's no harm in doing that." He gives in finally, taking the additional chair from you.

"Good choice."

[danses-with-dogmeat]

I'm so happy to see that you got 1.5 k can you do a alphabet for Charon

Oh yes I can!

We love Charon 🥺

Enjoy!

C) Cuddle. Do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

The short answer? No. The long answer? Also no, unfortunately...

Charon isn't huge on a lot of physical contact, especially at first, but as he warms up to his partner, it actually becomes a good way to communicate with you. It's easy to tell by his physical reaction whether or not he's into whatever you're doing with him. One day, he may lean into the feel of your head resting on his shoulder, while other days, his hand will yank away from yours as your fingers brush over his skin. It's a simple way to see what kind of mood Charon is in, and when the day comes that he's the one to reach for you, that's when you know you've made it. He just plain doesn't do that with people that he doesn't genuinely care for, which consists of... nobody. Plus you.

H) Honesty. Are they honest with their s/o? How important is it to them in a relationship?

Charon is always honest. It's sometimes a little too blatant, honestly. But he expects you to be upfront with him as well. The ghoul's got thick skin, if you've got something to say, he doesn't want to play games, he just wants out with it. If you're more wishy washy, he'll make it plain to you that he'd rather just hear whatever it is you're harboring and go from there.

A) Attention. How much attention do they want in the relationship?

He's used to having next to no attention on him from anyone, and he's always been... fine with that? Being nearly invisible has its perks, and he'd rather be left alone and unbothered. However, if you were to do the opposite, to make a point to find out more about him, his wants, his likes, things he doesn't even make the effort to discover about himself, well, he'll be taken off guard, but he will be appreciative. Don't over spoil him, Charon won't thank you for treating him like a child, but the occasional break, compliment, helping him with cleaning his armor or modding and maintaining his weapons, it goes a long way with the otherwise stoic ghoul. His not used to having anyone's affection, let alone a partner's, but that doesn't mean he can't become more accustomed to it over time.

As for you, it's similar. He won't baby you by any means, but Charon will always be there for you. And as much as it's an... occupational boon, he's keeping tabs on you whenever he is near.

R) Reunion. How do they react after being apart from their s/o? How do they cope when they’re away?

Charon is... well, he's very unused to being on his own nowadays. Not being by your side, especially when you become more than simple companions, is nerve-wracking for him. What the hell is he supposed to do? He's been a slave for so long, been subject to other people's whims and schedules, and as horrible, demeaning, and sadistic as his tasks may have been in the past, he never didn't have something to do.

When you're reunited, it's like a sigh of relief. He gets up from whatever menial task he was busying himself with, and saunters straight over to you, prepared to stick to your side for as long as you'll allow. Everything's different when you're together. He wants to protect you, and he hates the way his mind envisions what could be happening when he's not beside you. He's seen some of the most barbaric shit in the wasteland with his own eyes, and it doesn't take much for his imagination to wander.

When you come home, the large ghoul will cling to you like he's forgotten he ever had an issue with physical affection. Charon won't say much, but those times that I talked about, where he's the one to initiate touches? That's exactly what this will be. Prepare to be smothered, just for a little bit, anyway.

O) Open. How long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

He won't do it on his own, but if you prod, it doesn't take too much to get him to divulge. The more gory details of his past, and anything that came before he was turned into what he is, before he became a ghoul, what he can remember about it, anyway, that is harder to get out of him. Some of it will come with time and familiarity, but... some of it stays in his head, buried in his overcrowded mind where it belongs, not out in the air where it can pain you more than you deserve.

N) Nickname. What are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

When he's under contract, you can call him whatever you damn well please, but when you're in a relationship... he's not huge on pet names. Anything simple, that just manages to showcase the nature of your relationship with him is acceptable, and for you, well, he is partial to just saying your name, but if he had to choose a pet name, 'love', or 'my love', is really the only one he's partial to.

As for me, I'm partial to Char-Bear (pronounced chair-bear) But I've a feeling that wouldn't be his first pick...

[remyfire]

caught masturbating, any ship 👀

Kink Writing Prompts (no edits, we write smutty one-shots like MEN 🫡) (Hawk/Trap btw, and thank you!!)

There's a chill in the air tonight, not quite driving everybody to absolute misery, but just biting enough that a couple of hours ago, Hawk helped John roll down the flaps on the tent with fingers that ached without their gloves.

Honestly, though? It's kind of nice. Like being tucked in a blanket fort back home under the dining room table. If John closes his eyes, he can almost feel Cathy and Becky there, curled up with a bowl of popcorn, whispering and giggling and—

The pang comes. The agony. John huffs as he rubs the bridge of his nose and kicks out a leg over the edge of his cot. It's not his first fucking war, but it's the one that's eating at him the most. Keeps thinking he's gonna get used to it, and then here comes another punch in the gut in one way or another—a shitty string of patients in OR, a hungry orphan, a whiff of perfume from one of the nurses that smells just like Louise.

There's a couple of ways he can go about shutting his head off tonight. One, he waits for Hawk to get done with his post-op shift and they go hunting nurses. Two, he just leans over and grabs some gin and gets the party started early. Three, he goes sauntering around camp until he finds a taste of heat that chases all the longing away by himself.

He could say that he knows why he's waiting for Hawk, ooooooor he can just casually pretend he doesn't.

It's kind of like making tea instead of settling for the bullshit they call coffee in the mess tent. Setting the scene. Getting his mug ready, whatever bag he wants from the most recent box Louise sent his way in her care package. Sprawling out lazily while he listens to the water begin to stir. The tickling of the bubbles, the rising heat, the anticipation. Knowing that even when the kettle begins to whistle, the tea's still gonna have to steep good and slow, color blooming in the water in dizzying swirls, long before he'll ever take that first hot, bitter sip onto his tongue.

John's not a fancy guy, but his lips twitch all the same at his mind's wanderings right now. Listen to him. He keeps this up, somebody's gonna start thinking he's like those classy Boston types—the ones who look at guys like him and sneer 'cause they think they know everything that John McIntyre is with a single glance.

These few months have been the scene-setting, he thinks. The kettle's been heating. Inside, it's starting to sweat. Every time he and Hawk lock eyes in OR, each moment their shoulders brush when they're tight in a Jeep, the temperature's been rising. This silent sense of waiting to see which one of them is gonna flinch forward first.

Honestly, he's not sure what Hawk's been waiting on—he's as bent as some fucking Hohmann retractors. Hell, John would've gone for it ages ago if he didn't enjoy the tension as much as the release.

Speaking of tension...

Why not?

In the name of chasing off the ache with an appetizer before the main course, he tugs his glove off with his teeth and lets it drop on his chest, then spits in his palm. Maybe later on, he and Hawk'll split a nurse, and John'll take his time good and slow just so he can tease Hawk for letting go too fast, watch him flush as he grins and tries to find his words to shit talk him right back. Now? He's just gonna take the edge off.

Without a hint of shame, he shoves his pants and boxers down around his thighs. The flaps are down. Hawk's in post. Frank's off with Margaret, no matter what his shitty little excuse was. Anybody walks in here without a knock, it's their own fault what they see.

He's got a million fantasies to choose from, but the problem with thinking about Hawkeye is he's bound to swim straight to the surface. He's a little piece of work, isn't he? Pretty eyes and a soft mouth and long fingers, shoulders that are begging to be pinned down, tiny fucking legs that ought to be held against his chest while he's getting pounded. He's got these incredible noises he makes too, so many that almost sound like perplexed questions, like he needs permission to feel the pleasure that makes them bubble out of him in the first place.

As John works at himself, he chews on his bottom lip and lets out a ragged breath. Fuck, it really doesn't take much with somebody like Hawk. All he has to do is think about him pressing his hands into the wall, peeking over his shoulder, lashes low and coquettish as he arches his back. Or, God, no, maybe Hawk grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him down in the dentist chair, pinning him there with a hand on his belly while he yanks John's pants down and sucks him straight down to the hilt with a groan. Shit, the thought of being mouth to mouth with him in the pitch black darkness of supply, the heat of their breath tickling each other's lips as they jerk each other off hard and fast until Hawkeye starts to whine and John has to muffle him with a palm tight around his jaw—

The door creaks. A rush of wind. And John turns his head to see a wide pair of blue eyes, almost hidden under windswept black bangs.

The kettle, it seems, has come to a boil.

John bites back the urge to moan, but he can't stop himself from fucking up into his fist. "You wanna give the whole compound a show?" he growls.

Hawkeye darts in and all but slams the door behind him. "Jesus, Trap," he murmurs, thick as molasses.

"Ain't you supposed to be in post-op?" Maybe he should stop. Check in. Anything. But as he twitches in his grasp, another bead of precum slicking his grip, he also reminds himself that Hawk could've just walked right back out that door.

"Yeah, Henry needed..." Hawkeye won't stop staring at his cock. He takes a step forward, then shies back again, turning his head slightly even though his eyes stay right where they are, goading John to all but strip his cock from how fast he's jerking it. "H-He, uh, I'd forgotten to grab..."

Of course this would be how it happens, something this fucking random, Hawk looking like he's died and gone to heaven while John goads him on. He can't help but smirk. "Cat got your tongue, honey?" he teases breathlessly. "Shame. Could'a used that someplace else."

There it is, that punched-out groan, curved up just so right at the end. Hawk grabs the front of his own shirt, twisting it into a fist. He takes another step forward, then sits on the edge of his cot. "I-I've really gotta..."

John can see it, the wave of hunger all but overwhelming his bunkie, his sense of goddamn duty the frail dam that's holding it at bay. "You better get back," he breathes.

Hawkeye meets his gaze, sharp as a dagger. There's one, two, three seconds of searing contact before he licks his lips. "Do it. C'mon, Trap, let me see it."

"Fuck..." John tips his head back with a groan, letting the fire overtake him. "Yeah, you want it, Hawk?"

"Right fucking now, Trap, I don't have time for this."

Little fucking brat. John's so far gone for him. He bucks off the bunk with a sharp moan, doesn't give a shit about how he paints his shirt in his release. He rides it out, stroking himself until it hurts, until he's shivering in the thin sheet with a satisfied grin.

When he rolls his head to the side and opens his eyes, Hawk looks almost pissed, he's so focused on him. John's smile widens. "I'll see you after your shift, huh?"

Hawkeye takes a deep breath. He shoves something in his pocket, then gets to his feet, comes across the room, and reaches for him. John half thinks he's gonna pull him up for a kiss, but no. Hawkeye grabs his wrist and sucks his slick fingers into his mouth. John sits up with a punch of oversensitized agony in his gut, groaning as he watches Hawk clean the cum off his digits.

Hawkeye gives him one last look before he darts back out of the tent, leaving John boneless, pleased, and counting the seconds.

[obeythedemons]

Can you do mc who has became a wizard or witch after leaving devildom and summoning the brothers to see them again? If youre not comfortable writing for all brothers maybe just mammon, satan and belphie

Obey Me! Masterlist

After leaving Devildom, MC and Solomon spent quite a bit of time together. While Solomon had his own reasons for watching over MC, he did start to teach MC magic. When Solomon was off doing...Whatever it is that Solmon does, MC studied everything that they could: their notes from RAD, occults that were more often wrong, and even horror movies. The demons in the horror movies were by far more terrifying than the real deal. Then, finally, MC had enough knowledge and powerful enough to summon a brother.

Lucifer

The only way Lucifer is used to being summoned is by text or phone call from Lord Diavolo

He was not expecting to actually be summoned through a pact

Honestly, he thought one of his brothers had done something wrong with a cursed item

He was about ready to turn around and yell at said brother when he saw MC

He froze for a moment before asking how he was there

Is very proud that the human he had formed a pact with would become so powerful to summon him

He couldn't have decided to form a pact with a better human

He supposes he could put off his work to spend some time with them

"Do you want me to praise you? Good job."

Mammon

Thought it was a witch summoning him and started mouthing off, saying he doesn't owe 'em anythin'

Was getting ready to run immediately

Pauses when he heard MC say his name

Turns to look at them with wide eyes

Struggles between wanting to look cool and wanting to immediately latch onto them

Tells them that they owe him big time for interrupting a huge money making scheme

He was actually just in his room moping around since he hasn't seen MC in so long

Melts into any physical contact MC gives him - it's been too long

Stays with MC as long as possible

Only leaves when Lucifer shows up and drags him off or summons him bag

"That's my human! Of course ya wanted to see the GREAT Mammon!"

Leviathan

Was in the middle of playing a serious gaming match in his gaming chair

Fell onto his back with a loud ouf

Whines and rubs his head as he sits up

Starts yelling, wondering what happened to his game

Or did he get sucked into the game?

Stops complaining when he sees MC looking at him with a concerned look, asking if he's hurt

Starts stammering immediately

Why did MC want to summon a gross otaku like him?

Hides his blush behind his hand

His joy at seeing MC again overpowers his insecurities

Allows MC to hug him just this once

Actually, only MC is allowed to hug him now, his body is solely reserved for MC

Wants to see different animes and games from the human world with MC

Keeps doing his classes online and pretends that he's locked up in his room so his brothers don't notice he's missing - Henry 2.0 also has an automatic feeder, so he should be fine

"S-such a normie thing to do, summoning me like that."

Satan

Another one to fall on his ass as he was in the middle of reading a book in his room

Wonders if he accidentally touched a cursed book

Sees MC and gets up, brushing off any dust before he saunters over to them

Asks to see the materials MC used to learn how to summon him, praises them for their hard work

Starts to plot ways MC could summon Lucifer in unfortunate areas - in a lake, on live TV, in the middle of traffic

Takes MC to cat cafes if there's one near

If not he'll go to a pet shelter with MC to try and find cats

Keeps a hand on MC throughout most of his visit

Takes a selfie with MC to brag to Lucifer that he was the one summoned

"You studied hard just to see me, MC?"

Asomodeus

Knew immediately it was them summoning him

MC's magic feels different than Solomon's

Looks around wildly for MC before he tackles them in a hug and kisses their cheeks

Gushes over how great they look

Pampers MC with affection

Takes a million pictures with MC to celebrate their reunion

Tells MC that they're free to summon him whenever they're feeling lonely

Will become furious if anyone disrupts his time with his precious MC

"Awe, you just couldn't stop thinking about me! Don't worry, I missed you, too!"

Beelzebub

Is a bit confused at first, but relaxes when he sees MC

Wraps MC up in a huge hug and lifts them off the ground before twirling them in a circle

Says he missed them a lot

Will ask if MC has any food and eat all of it

Will gladly listen to everything MC has to say while he's eating

Keeps lightly patting MC on the head, shoulder, or arm

Is just happy to be near them again

Says that they should summon Belphie soon, too

"I'm glad to be eating food with you again. It tastes better when you're here."

Belphegor

Is asleep when he's summoned

They'll have to wake him up by saying his name

Wakes up thinking it's the alarm MC recorded for him, their voice works at waking him in a good mood every time

Takes a minute to realize it's not the same recording

Sees it's MC and gives them a sleepy smile while pulling them down with him

Holds them close to his body and nuzzles his face in their hair

He won't let them go unless they beg him to

Even then he'll try to hold onto them a bit longer just to be a brat

Demands you summon him more to take naps together

"Now that I'm here, I'm not letting you go."

[oonajaeadira]

in your opinion which pedro characters would play which instruments and why??

This is a fun ask!!!

HEADCANON TIME! THE BOYS AND THEIR INSTRUMENTS.

These are based on canon thots rather than my series takes.

Dave York: Cello. He's detail-oriented with perfect pitch and cello demands precise finger placement to get the proper note. He's a wizard at bow technique and the faster staccato bowing feels like a strategic attack, which he's fond of.

Dieter Bravo: pretty much anything he picks up, but particularly likes Sitar, Didgeridoo, and Steel Tongue Drum. The sitar has one million strings so it's a challenge to master and he finds something meditative and enlightening about that...and it's good for aligning the chakras. Steel tongue drum has a pleasing tone and he can just zone out and rock on like a dang hippie, those things pretty much play themselves. He says the didgeridoo is to improve lung capacity and breath strength, but he just likes being fucking annoying.

Din Djarin: Bes'bev. It's a Mandalorian flute made out of beskar that can also be used as a weapon. It was most likely not used too much in his particular clan because it would require taking his helmet off to play, but I think he'd like the low, mellow sound of it and wouldn't mind playing in private. It might be meditative for him.

Ezra: Harmonica equivalent. I don't know what would still be available in the distant future, but some kind of mouth instrument like this would be ideal. It's small, so it doesn't take up much room either in a prospector's pack or in a pocket, and it can be played with one hand. I think he also might like the esoteric throwback of the cowboy aesthetic of it anyway....

Frankie Morales: Guitar and Trumpet. Boy's got the lungs for brass and I bet he played in his high school band. But nowadays, he plays guitar. Not well, just noodles. It mostly sits forgotten in a corner of his room, but every once in a while he picks it up and aquatints himself with it again. Likes playing Johnny Cash, Bon Jovi, Nirvana, and Carlos Santana.

Jack Daniels: Guitar. Basic cowboy necessity.

Javi Gutierrez: Mandolin. He loved the romance of Captain Corelli's Mandolin and after Nic crushed the part, he had an irresistible urge to take lessons. Flies a teacher in from Italy on the regular. He's not very good at it, but he's learning to play Gabriela's favorite song for her birthday.

Javier Peña: Piano. It's not like he keeps it a secret. But it's always a surprise when it's revealed. Usually when he's drunk and melancholy and there's one in the room. He'll saunter over and plop down, plunk a few notes, and then come out with some old standard that just makes everyone's jaw drop. He hated learning growing up, but he likes that it's an instrument where he can play and smoke at the same time.

Marcus Moreno: Tuba. I mean, he doesn't really play it regularly anymore. But he was one of the strongest dudes in his school and he had no issues carrying the thing or having enough lung capacity to play it. He still has it and he'll bring it out every once in a while to jam with Missy while she practices trombone. And every year he plays Christmas carols with a brass quintet in the town square. The rest of the quintet is all seniors, members of an older generation of Heroics.

Marcus Pike: Bass Guitar. Canon.

Maxwell Lord: Percussion. He so wanted to be accepted by his peers when he was younger and did whatever he could to be cool and useful...and to make noise to stand out. And what garage band doesn't need a drummer? It was his one-way ticket to popularity in his youth. He recently bought a whole new set--top of the line, tricked out with all the extra snares and tams--for Alistair as a surprise. He hopes that teaching him will be a father/son bonding experience.

Max Phillips: Electric guitar. He likes to be the center of attention and probably tried to front a band at one point. It's really just a big phallic symbol, right? Plus, it's one of the few instruments people lick while they play it and that's awesome.

Nico: Clarinet. He likes jazz. But not just any jazz. Really good, really soulful stuff you've probably never heard of but need to. This is usually his idea of a good date. Bring 'em home, puts on a record and have them listen to him play along with it, give them a good lecture about the obscure recording he's accompanying, and then drive them home or let them sleep in the guest bedroom.

Oberyn Martell: Bone flute, lute, harp. As a son of the royal household, he would have been taught courtly instruments. And he would have skipped out on practices to fraternize with the palace maids. But he still would have mastered them all. He doesn't really pursue musical study, preferring to hear someone else play so that he can fuck or think or write to it. But every now and then Ellaria will bring him a lute and ask him to play something sad and beautiful for her, and he would never deny her.

Pedro Across the Street: Your wife. Like a fucking violin.

Pero Tovar: Rough flute. The music that Pero would have heard growing up would have had a lot of Iberian Islamic influences and he would be familiar with reeded and wind flute music. Sleeping rough and keeping watch would give him plenty of idle time and I think he might put his dagger to use with whittling. Over some time, he might carve out a flute or two and become adept at playing it. But he only does it for himself and his own comfort, never for anyone else.

The Thief: Violin. Beautifully. Soulfully. Never took lessons, just stole the gift from someone else.

Comandante Veracruz: Accordion. Don't you fucking dare bring it up or tell anyone. He will gut you.

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Not teeeechnically a “request”, but it’s a prompt I’ve been wanting to do for a while, so here we go. Just as @direwolfspostsrandomshit described, but the setting is your guy comes home to see you showing off the new outfit. Also, this includes Weaver and Naga as bonuses bc I love them 😌😌

Adler

You wouldn't know to look at him, especially behind those dark sunglasses, but his heart starts hammering immediately

"Uh, what's all this for?", He chuckles nervously

You tell him you were just trying it on, but you're not sure if you like it

"Why not? It looks stunning on you"

Oh really?

"Well you sure stunned me", he smiles and pulls you in by the waist

Adler kisses you and runs his hands up and down your bare skin

He loves how much there is to feel

With one more kiss, he slips the tip of his thumbs under the little hem of your shirt

Hudson

"I uh, don't suppose you know how to take this off...?"

Maybe you can show him ;)

I'm sorry, but I KNOW y'all cannot look me in the eye and tell me that good old clean cut Hudson doesn't secretly have some SERIOUS kinks and fantasies

One of those kinks is definitely a huge thirst for curvy women lmao

You have him on his knees panting as it is, but to come home to you in that?

WOOF WOOF BARK BARK AWOOOOO

However, like Adler, Hudson is the master of the poker face

Too bad his blushing cheeks betray him

Now that is a rare sight indeed

You feel a bit more confident in your outfit, just by seeing how excited it's made Hudson

"Where'd you get that?", he tries to hide the blush by swiping at his face a little

You decide to have a little fun and saunter up to him, looking absolutely stunning

You tell him it's thrifted, but that's not of any importance right now

His skin feels hot to the touch as you cup his cheek and give him a kiss

At last he can't keep his hands to himself any longer, exploring every inch of exposed skin and gorgeous curves as he does so

You're going to be there for a while ;)

Lazar

Ok, first off, Lazar knows you struggle with body image issues and he does his best to support you!

So to see you working it in a cute little number like that is 👀👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Besides, obviously he thinks your body is lovely!!

"Wow, you look amazing!"

You whip around, looking quite surprised to see him

Lazar continues on his way over, your outfit is even better from the front

You ask him if he really thinks so

You're more then nervous in this get up, but you've come to really trust his opinion and ego boosts

"Fuck yeah I do!", he picks you up easily and gives you a spin

He kisses your nose and then your lips before gently returning you to the ground

Lazar takes one look at you and your crop top and then one at his torso

"Say, you think they have any of those in my size?", the big guy laughs

You laugh too, but you're not entirely sure if he's joking

Mason

He's absolutely stunned!

Alex thinks you absolutely own in every outfit you wear, but he's never seen you in something so revealing before 👀

You ask him if he likes it, but all he can do is stumble over his words

He can't take his eyes off that cute crop top

You're starting to think maybe he doesn't like it, since he can't seem to find anything to say

But finally he manages to tell you it looks great on you

It's not much, but you're starting to pick up that he may be a little shy in your presence while wearing such a cute outfit

He smiles and walks up to you, "Um, it looks really great, actually heh"

His hand caresses your hip and and nuzzles your check

"Do you think you could wear it more often?"

You know what?

You just might :)

Naga

He fucking DIES

Seriously, like I headcannon that Naga love a thicc Queen™ soooo hard, like I think he'd short circuit lol

For the sake of some sort of civilized manners, he asks some throw away question like where you got the outfit or something as he walks right up to you

He pulls you in for an embrace to greet you while you moodily answer his question

He's not listening however

Instead, he runs his hand from your hip up to the curve of your bust

The silk of the fabric is cool against his fingers, and they shake a little in excitement

You don't even get to finish your sentence

With a scoff and a roll of the eye, you shoo his hand away and scold him, trying but failing to conceal your laughter

He begs and promises you whatever you want if you let him take you to the bedroom in that little get up

Tsk, naughty boy

Sims

His mouth falls open the second he sees you

He whistles and howls, making you jump a little when you turn around

"Damn baby, that looks amazing on you!"

You tell him thanks, but you're not a big fan of the low rise pants. They show off you tummy to much, you think

He makes a face like he's upset anyone could think that about you, even yourself

Sims brings you in for a hug and he kisses your forehead, arms gently locked around your waist

"Naw, you look gorgeous", he kisses you again, "in fact, come on, lets go show that little number off! Make some people jealous", he laughs

You're not sure, buuuuuut...

He seems so confident in you that you can almost feel confident in yourself

At last you agree and run off for your shoes

Woods

You definitely earn yourself a collection of admirers that night

Weaver

Hoooooo boy

Weaver is about to combust

Unfortunately, Weaver is also Weaver so he doesn't know how to express it

He can't even speak he's so overwhelmed!!

You give him the usual hey, how was work stuff

He tries, but still no coherent words

Thankfully for him, this isn't a total disaster

You know him well enough by now to know he only gets like this when he's surprised

You gesture to your outfit and ask if he likes it

He nods fervently, unable to take his eyes off that little crop top

You roll your eyes and give a little laugh as you walk over to kiss him

"Thanks", you say

He feels inordinately warm under your touch

He gulps, hands a little shaky as he reaches up to touch your waist

"Y-yeah", is all he can manage

Just give him a minute :p

A very similar initial reaction to Sims tbh

"Oooo hooo... Fuck yeah! Where you going sexy?"

You blush and respond that you were actually about to go change out of this, you're just not sure it suits you

Woods has put up his coat by now, but he hasn't taken his eyes off of you once

"What? Why? You look amazing!"

He comes over and cops a little feel of your sequined booty

You jump and laugh a little, while he nuzzles your neck

You're still not 100% sold on it, but you tell him maybe it's alright just for the house...

"Heh, sounds good to me", he waggles his eyebrows at you

He'll encourage you to wear it out if you want to, but he's the jealous kind and he knows for sure you'll be drawing quite the fanclub in a stunning look like that

But it's alright, you can wear what you want where you want ofc

He knows how to fight :)

[zevlors-tail]

Jfc i am nervou s

Thirsty thursday?? Im in

Ok but imagine izuku being HELLA pent up for months and female!reader knows this but want to see him at his breakpoint and end up in like

A m e s s

God i can only imAGINE how riled up he'll get ,_,

Oooohhhh man. Don’t push the green bean, anon. He’s already so frustrated...

I wrote this while listening to “Edge of Heaven” by Breathe Carolina if you want to experience what I did lol. I’ve fucking ascended after writing this. Only Dom!Deku exists in my brain right now. That’s it. Head empty, one thought: Dom!Deku.

If there was one thing Izuku Midoriya hated more than spending time away from you, it was spending time away from you because of stupid fucking steak outs that got him nowhere in the end. A month. A whole month he spent away from you; a month away from your love, a month away from your care, a month away from your touch. The two of you hadn’t done much in terms of intimacy in the weeks leading up to his time away either...mostly because neither of you had the time. You worked a small 9-5 job on the side, and with his hero work being so prominent in his life, the two of you sometimes found it hard to get any alone time.

So maybe that’s why, when he came back from work that night in a terrible mood, you felt the need to push his buttons. Maybe you knew he was pent up. Maybe you knew he was frustrated. Maybe you just wanted to get a rise out of him, or maybe you found it fun. Whatever the reason, you’d went and done it alright. You acted like an outright brat, teased him, picked a trivial argument with him, and then left him high and dry- or, at least you tried to. Deku was having none of that.

“You know what? I’m tired, I’m going to fucking bed. So much for the new lingerie I bought...” You pushed yourself up and off the couch and sauntered towards the bedroom, swaying your hips a little on purpose just to prove a point. Izuku stared at you the whole time, eyes narrowing and following your form to the entryway of the bedroom. While you did feel bad for your pent up boyfriend, you’d missed him a lot over the last month, and he’d only called a handful of times while he was away. You understood steak outs were tricky, sure, but you felt neglected and pent up too.

“New linger- what!? Y/N, that’s not fair!” He threw his arms up in the air before pulling at his hair in frustration, a dangerous glint shining in his eyes.

“Not fair? You left me alone for a month and barely called, how is that fair, huh!?”

There was a short lived moment of silence before he closed the small distance between the two of you within a couple strides, and the next thing you knew your legs were hitting the back of the bed as he hungrily kissed down your neck, hands wandering to the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath. You moaned as he pushed you down onto the bed and toppled on to you, his hands cupping your breasts and giving a harsh squeeze.

“You know, if you wanted me to rail you to the high heavens, Y/N, all you had to do was fucking ask.”

The smoldering look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine. It only takes him a matter of seconds to strip both of you of your clothes, and then he’s going straight for what he wants without any shame. Both of you are pent up, both frustrated, both aching just to touch each other and consume each other. He finds his place atop you, straddles your waist with his legs as he gathers both of your smaller wrists in his one giant hand and pins them above your head. His other hand kneads and massages at one of your breasts as he watches you squirm underneath him, and all he does is smirk down at you when you beg him for more. Sure, he’ll give it to you, but not until you’ve suffered a little like he has. Sadist? No. A tease? Absolutely.

“Izuku, stop teasing!” you whine out.

“Oh? I thought you wanted to be teased. You were acting like such a brat earlier,” he taunts. He pinches a nipple between his fingers and rolls it softly earning a pretty sound from you. He’d do anything just to hear it again.

“Because I missed you!” You can’t help but cry out in desperation, the truth finally bubbling to the surface under his rough treatment. 

Your words pull on his heartstrings and light a fire in him all the same. He feels some of the stress of his month long mission start to melt away, and in it’s place is burning desire. He needs you. Now.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his hand squeezing tighter against your wrists. The hand groping your chest drifts down to your heat, fingers ghosting over your stomach lightly before gliding over your folds to feel how wet you are. A single digit presses against your entrance, and you buck your hips up to get friction as he dips a finger in and starts to slowly pump. “You missed me, huh? Did you miss my fingers too?”

“A-All of you, Izu! Mmn!”

His finger disappears almost as quick as it came, but he doesn’t give you the opportunity to complain about it before he’s lining his hips with yours and sinking his cock into you. His movements are needy, impatient as he circles his hips against you, but you’re already sopping wet and squeezing against him, the feel of him inside you almost a deliriously good feeling after going without for so long. You move against him and let out a low whine, and that’s all it takes for him to start pounding into you with no remorse.

“So tight, ngh!”

“Ahha!”

He growls, his huge shoulders looming over you as you bounce against every thrust. He feels so good, too good, and yet it’s still not enough- you still need more.

“Fuck, ‘Zuku...harder, damn it! Hah-! W-Want...!”

“You want it? Oh, I’ll fucking give it to you, I’ll give it to you so goddamn good-” Utter filth starts to leave his mouth as he pushes you farther down against the bed with his free hand and drills into you. His pace quickens, thrusts becoming more erratic as you try to push back against him. But he holds you still, and you can’t do anything but twist under him and wish you could move. You supposed this might be punishment for acting bratty earlier. If that was the case, then you might have to act like a brat more often.

The familiar sensation of a coil tightening in your stomach had you whining and writhing under your partner, blood boiling under your skin and thrumming in your ears as he pounded into you relentlessly. Behind the both of you, the headboard banged against the wall over and over again, small dents forming from the impact. Not that either of you noticed.

“Touch me, please!” you cried suddenly, both your hands struggling against his one. All you needed was a little push, something to get you over the edge. You were well on your way there already, but you wanted it now, needed the blinding white hot sensation of pleasure you knew he could give you. Izuku refused to let your hands go, however.

“No,” he growled, and you sobbed in frustration as you felt your walls start to clench around him. “Wanna make you cum with my cock...”

“Please!” you begged.

“I. Said. No!” He punctuated each of his words with an exceptionally rough thrust of his cock, each time brushing closer against your g-spot.

Moans and sobs left your lips as you felt yourself grow closer to release every time Izuku pulled out, only to plunge right back in with fervor. Finally, as you felt yourself start to shake underneath him, he let his grip on your wrists go, his hands moving to grasp your hips instead and lift them up off the bed. 

“Izu, what-” You were confused for a moment before he resumed pounding into you, each time pulling you flush against his thrusts by the hips to drive his cock deep into you and hit your g-spot repeatedly. “HAAH!”

“Fuck! So good...Y/N! Gonna give it to you, gonna give it to you so- hn! Hard!”

The coil inside you snapped suddenly, and you lost your breath as Izuku fucked you senseless, cock pummeling your insides while you breathlessly convulsed under him and came. You tried to say something, tried to sing him praises, but the words died on your lips, and the only thing that left your mouth was a small string of drool as your head lolled back onto the pillow. Finally you found purchase in the syllables of his name.

“I...Izuku...”

“Hngh, need to cum! Gonna...! Y/N!” His thrusts turned sloppy as you clamped down on him harder, fluids streaming down your legs and onto the sheets below. You felt a warm sensation wash over you as he came, and the both of you lost your senses for a moment as he slowed to a stop, his hips grinding gently against yours to ride out the aftershock.

You couldn’t help but think that if this was how he was going to react when you riled him up...maybe you should act like a brat more often.

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 6 | " AT LONG LAST PT. 1 "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 2.5k

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee @stxrryemxlys

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To be promenaded in front of the entire ton is one of every lady’s desires. From the piercing stares of the envious, to the love-struck looks of those smitten by the pair, the two most-loved couple of this season gracefully saunters from the cemented pathway and down to the grassy lawn, ever so politely greeting Northumberland with their warmest and charming presence.

The young marquess joins the young miss’ family under the canopy near the lake. With a hand draping over Sunghoon’s arm, Lord Niki mutters swears to the gods for lightning to strike upon the chap, as the gagging sight of his sister along with his most despised douche is gradually sucking the life out of him.

“Good morning!” Sunghoon greets the family and so did Lady Park. Jay gives away a polite nod followed by a toast of the teacup, whereas the almost always brooding Niki responds with an exaggerated rolling of his eyes.

“Your Grace. Always the charmer, aren't we?” Niki jeers to which Jay chokes on his warm, jasmine tea.

“The smoothest at being one, Riki.” The name rolls naturally off his tongue like a snake’s hiss that roused Niki’s ire. The boy could feel the crescendo of his spite, yet he eases it casually with a sly smirk.

“Smooth like a snake, perhaps? I anticipate those fangs in action.” Niki surprisingly snaps back. Jay clears his throat as he whispers to Niki in hopes to prevent him from further fumes, although he knows it would be of no use.

Sunghoon scoffs in return, “need I remind you that I shall deliver if provoked. However tempting that may be right now, I regret to inform you that I’m only here to promenade your sister and impress your dear mother.”

“I do hope she turns you down in the most painful way possible, Your Grace. I find my sister's taste in men quite genteel. Surely, you're aware of how opposed you are to that considering your…” Niki walks closer to the marquess to give an exclusive barb against his ear, “nasty record.” He brushes off imaginary dust off Sunghoon’s shoulder before bumping against it, “Good day to you two!”

“Oh dear, your brother is making me worried. Is he alright?” Lady Park whispers to Jay and the gent soothes their mother by softly massaging her hands, rubbing circles on the back of her palm, “he's just going through puberty, mother.”

“Is that so? I don't remember you having those episodes before. Furthermore, I apologize, Your Grace. Rest assured it won't happen again. I will definitely see to it.”

“No worries entirely. It's Niki after all, he may be a tough handful but as far as I recall he's completely-”

“Held back? Are those the words you were going for?” Jay cuts off. 

“You're quite forgetting the fact that I’m right here.” Y/n attempts to intrude only to be silenced by her brother once again. With his head held high, Jay saunters up to Sunghoon, who is almost the same height as him. Locking eyes with the chap, he simpers, “come, Your Grace, I require a brief moment with you. Excuse us for a bit, sis.”

And with that, the men left the canopy, leaving Y/n and her mother utterly baffled with the uncalled tension.

The sound of paper being folded into an almost crumple echoes around the parlour, where the only sound that existed prior was deafening silence from the three men sitting across each other.

The culprit was none other than Yang Jungwon, who appears to be insulted from what he just read. Throwing off the now crumpled paper, Daniel perfectly catches it mid-air and opens it in haste.

Sunoo takes a gander at the Daily Tattle’s contents that Daniel incoherently mutters. Jungwon carefully studies his brother's reaction as Sunoo’s smile quickly transforms into shock, followed by the furrowing of his eyebrows with his mouth ajar; the final gesture, shooting a questioning look-- with his mouth still ajar-- at one of the scandal’s subjects.

“Surely, me asking two dances from you was already too cheap but, one, brother? Are you seriously being expensive right now?" The eldest exclaims.

"One that is very exclusive and controversial, might I add." Daniel chimes in. “What was all that about?"

"Remind me why I need to explain myself to the both of you?" Jungwon monotonously replies with his eyes fixed on the book he was now reading.

“Because we ought to know?”

“Well, if not to us, at least to Y/n?"

“Good god. Why is she in this conversation all of a sudden?"

"Because you pulled a dick move on her and we ought to know what's going on inside that brain of yours! You're so dense. Must we shake you up to shrug off those lil rust in there?"

"Oh, shut up, Daniel."

“That thing you did there? With her? Was very unlikely of you, Jungwon." Sunoo stands from his seat and transfers to Jungwon’s side on the couch.

"Well, what is like me then?"

"Spit it out or Daniel and I are gonna have to annoy you for the whole week.”

Jungwon slams the book on the couch and lets out an exasperated sigh before grunting out loud. "I just wanted to be alone with her, okay?! Are you pleased now?"

"Wait. You like her, don't you?”

“No, I don't! And I would never for heaven's sake."

“But you want to be alone with her. Isn't that what people do when they're in love?" Daniel rubs his chin in thought.

“Oh, god! Whatever lets the both of you sleep at night then. Assume the worst for all I care." The heated gent lifts himself up from the couch and strides towards the exit.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from the two of you. You won't stop annoying me either way, so I’m gonna get myself some cleaner air.” Jungwon slams the door shut behind him for a relieving walk to the woods.

“Now he's mad.”

“All we ever said was the truth, didn't we?”

“He is pretty rusty, alright.”

Y/n visits the Kielder Forest once again to run away from the stressful men of this morning’s promenade. She could've stayed in her fortress, but because of their foolish ruse, she had to show up. Now her brothers had to meddle with the already confusing mess.

Pages from the borrowed Austen book are now being flicked through again. She couldn't concentrate no matter how hard she tried, as Niki’s words still lingered in her mind.

“What nasty record could he have?” She mutters under her breath. Soon after, crunching of leaves startles her, and she realizes her whispers weren't the only noise around. Y/n dashes out of her sheer fort only to be welcomed by her most coveted man ever.

"What are you doing here?!" Jungwon asks in an angry kind of worry.

"What are you doing here?"

"Taking a walk, obviously?"

"Well, I’m reading. Obviously." Y/n sassily blinks at him, to which he returns a slightly puzzled look.

"You're much aware that you shouldn't be here, let alone unchaperoned, right?"

"Well, good thing you're here!"

Y/n crouches down to re enter her fort now that she has a guest. She softly taps the extra pillow, gesturing Jungwon to join her in a momentary bliss. One that is very rare when it comes to the both of them, and something that the young miss has found herself accustomed to now. When it comes to Jungwon, he'll just leave her begging for more.

Was it simply luck that had caused him to turn down this pathway? Whatever it was, he didn't feel the need to complain. As of now, all he ever wanted was a piece of mind from his brother's interrogations about him and Y/n. Not fully realizing that the very person who triggered him to rush out of his house would be the one he was impossibly hoping to run into.

"You still have that?" Jungwon points his lips to the book she was flipping. She had borrowed it from him and had yet to return it after all these years.

"Are the inclusions still there?" He continues. Although he wishes he didn't. He recalls all the little notes he left on his favorite pages just to get his feelings across and now he chuckles at the mere thought of him playing Romeo.

"They are. They're kind of tattered now, but they're still comprehensible. You do have a remarkable penmanship after all, something that's very impossible to miss."

The boy chuckles at the thought. "You do mean those things you wrote here, right?" She concerningly asks to which Jungwon only shrugs his shoulder with lips shut tight. "Well, don't mind me 'cause I'd like to think that you did."

"Suit yourself." He mutters. Little did she know he was smiling to himself with flushed cheeks.

The boy looks around the interior of the fort while whistling to the air, followed by a few jabberjays mocking his tune. They chuckle over the memory and realize they had traveled back in time.

"Jay's going to get aggressive with me on fencing once he hears about this. I've been conspiring to keep his sister hidden." He playfully smirks.

"Do you remember we used to do this in the garden lawn? Playing hide and seek just to get a glimpse of Jay's maddening face." Y/n reminisces the good old times they both used to share. Although there were petty fights here and there, what conquered most was their endearing bond.

Jungwon looks over as he vividly remembers that exact memory, "and we ended up building a fort out of the picnic sheets we used to hide in and officially made it our castle" he adds.

"I've forgotten what it's like to feel young." Y/n lets out a deep sigh, minding the pressure she's bearing now that she's about to be offered to the life-long commitment that is marriage.

Jungwon looks over her, feeling all concerned with the worries that she might be facing as of late; things that he wouldn't have any knowledge of as a man.

Society has dictated women's place in the world as persons who are supposed to be emotional, submissive, and homely; something very opposed to those of men. Knowing Y/n well enough and how she enjoys her liberty, her own principles, Jungwon worries her future companion, if not him, would find her very indifferent and of no use in the long run.

And it pains him to think that she wouldn't be well off with someone even worse than him.

She deserves more and he knows that fully well.

"Well, I, for one, miss moments like this more than anything." He lightens the mood in hopes of seeing that beautiful smile on her face.

As he turns to her, the two lock eyes. In that moment, Yang Jungwon swore of laying out his long-hidden sentiments. Under normal circumstances, he would speak his mind. But with Y/n looking at him like this, he would most likely fuck things up.

And he fails himself yet again.

"So uhh… you and the duke-to-be, huh? That must be thrilling." He looks away and pretends to play with the twigs on the ground.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, indeed, it is. The promenade went well today… before the two decided to sabotage it."

"Do tell."

"We're all aware of how Niki ultimately detests the marquess, aren’t we? He kind of uhh… insulted the man in front of mother."

"And… Jay?"

"Stole the marquess from me to have a word with him."

"I reckon he had many words with him."

Y/n chagrins at the imagination of Jay going head to head with the marquess. Being the overprotective one, Jay will go out of his way to expel threats in the family.

"You seem to be clearly aware of that. Yet you entertained His Grace anyway. I pity Niki. He must be going through a loophole of shit again, now that his dear sister's off strutting with that man." Jungwon blurts out, though he wishes he never did… again.

He is clearly rusty and he kind of admits it now.

"That man? Whatever's the matter with all of you?! You dare speak of him like you know what happened between him and my brother-"

"Y/n, we all went to the same university. What makes you think I know nothing?"

"That man you're referring to was just the man who saved me from an embarrassing night, no thanks to you."

Jungwon scoffs at her pettiness.

"Don't turn away with those remarks now. You toyed with me that night, left me there with nothing but utter shame to bring home. I'm sure you're very proud of that now."

Promenading would be every woman's desire, indeed. But being ghosted or fled from is something that every woman fears, especially when they've been shunned by someone they adore the most. Such shame and reproach haunts them for almost the rest of their lives, especially when the ton won't let them sleep at night with that reminder.

"Have you not at least any bit of politeness left in you? You must be ashamed, asking my brother for such favor that you cannot even put through yourself."

"I have my reasons."

"I highly doubt they're even valid." Y/n retorts. Jungwon sighs in exasperation, finding the situation rather unnecessary that he'd rather keep his mouth shut. She deserves to let her anger out after all.

"Whatever happened to you?" She mutters under her breath, looking over to the boy who kept his head hung low with his elbows leaning on his raised knees. "Sometimes, I look at you and see a completely different person. You know, I never learned to read your mind, Jungwon. So stop giving me all these silent treatments as if something happened even though nothing ever did."

Jungwon lets out a sharp exhale before poking his cheek with his tongue. "Stop seeing Sunghoon then. If you care so much about your brother, stop frolicking around with that scoundrel."

Y/n scoffs at him, followed by the rolling of her eyes, trying to stifle an untimely tear from falling.

"You're unbelievable! Just so you know, I've wasted many sleepless nights crying because of your stupid ass, and I still do for heaven's sake! But now it's very clear to me that there's no amount of crying left that I can do for you!"

Y/n groans heavily before standing up from the pillow she was sitting on, throwing the Austen book hardly on the cold ground.

"So much for hearing nothing but the truth from you, huh? I despise you, Jung. Very much."

She runs off from the boy for what seemed like the nth time. For the past years, this exact scene had happened. Jungwon closes his eyes and lets himself fall harshly on the pillows. He raises a hand over his head, looking at the gaps between his fingers thinking of how he let her slip away, again. He drowns himself in deep thoughts, all the while trusting that Y/n will forget this day ever happened, like before.

He knows she will.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

Though deep down, his stomach churns in fear.

And there's no one to blame but his damning pride.

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[isimp4hawkz]

The Apothecary

(Hawks x Reader)

100% inspired from this beautiful artwork I found on pinterest ^^

This is my first time publishing any of my fics. I hope it’s enjoyable.

*Skimmed for any mistakes but I may have missed a few*

Words: 2.5k

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"Tell me something birdbrain. Did you come here in search of a remedy or did you come here to snuggle with my owls?" You scold aloud, brow lifted at the scene before you. It temporarily drew your attention away from the herbs you were blending for the person in question. If he really even needed them that is.

The man was bent over, hovering over the counter and barely burying his entire face into the soft plumage of Gamma's snowy collar, rubbing his nose into its depths, small chuckles resounding from him in his own apparent delight. Simultaneously, Thaddeus perched himself daintily onto the golden locks of his hair, managing to keep himself in place as the man's head moved about beneath him.

What shocked you is that they seemed to be genuinely enjoying his company, whereas they hardly acknowledge your existence throughout the day. It was much unlike how they'd usually act whenever someone walked into the shop. As soon as they heard that little bell chime from the entrance, both birds would take off towards their high perches on opposite ends of the room, making it in their best interest to avoid anyone new.

You didn't mind, nor question their habit. They only preferred your lone company either way, though they'd hardly show it. Much like you'd rather be with their company rather than some other person.

On that slow, peaceful evening, you'd discovered that maybe you don't know your beloved companions as well as you thought. For some reason, Hawks was some sort of an exception to them. Much more than an exception, at that.

For crying out loud, he was snuggling into Gamma and cuddling her as if she were a puppy! And she was letting him.

And Thaddeus. Thaddeus' behavior baffled you on an entirely different level. That was a bird who never permitted you any petting privileges, any time you'd insinuate a head rub, he'd screech at you and fan his wings. Very territorial, he was. At least you thought he was.

Yet here he was, God damn nesting in the hair of a complete stranger as if he'd known the man for years. As if you weren't the one who took him in when he was but a weak, fraile hatchling on the brink of death.

"I think your owls like me." Hawks chuckled, his huge crimson wings ruffling giddily when Gamma had begun to coo at his nuzzles, adoringly.

Jealousy. Blatant jealousy is what you felt. You weren't even going to attempt to hide it. You've tried endless times to get those birds to see you as their loving caretaker, showering them with love and treats and sating their every need, but to no avail. If anything, you think they see you the way a caged tiger would view its neglectful keeper, just a source of food.

You huff out a breath, subconsciously putting in more effort to mash the herbs together with the mortar and pestle than you wished.

Hawks noticed your subtle change in behavior. The way you slammed a small jar onto the counter, flicked off the cap, and aggressively shook out whatever was inside onto the cutting board. Or maybe it was the way you were mashing those herbs with a force that made him wonder if they'd somehow wronged you.

Of course; being him, he'd jumped to a brash conclusion. "Oh? Are you jelly that I'm giving the birds more attention than you?"

You stop your relentless mashing of compounds, staring ahead blankly for a moment before shaking your head. "Don't be ridiculous, I-"

"Awoh, it's nothing to be ashamed of, I completely understand."

"I'm jealous of you, actually."

Hawks blinked in confusion, lifting his head away from the owl's downy feathers and looking over at you.

"Seems like they fancy you more than they could ever me." A half-hearted smile tugged at your lips, the morose tone in your voice was inevitable.

Gamma's wide, intelligent eyes shifted to stare at you. It was like she understood every word you said. Her wings lifted, and with a few swift flaps, she was in the air. You flinched when she landed gracefully into your hair, her sharp talons clenching your head as gently as she could.

Hawks chuckled at how frozen you were in that moment, bringing up a hand to scratch Thaddeus on the chin as he stared. He marveled at the way your cheeks faintly turned a darker shade when Gamma had cooed. She'd began to pick at your head softly in a grooming mannerism.

Thaddeus shifted in Hawks' hair, suddenly growing restless.

"Wanna get closer?" Hawks asked him aloud, rhetorically, obliging to the small hoot he received in response and carefully sauntering over to you, wary of the unstable balance Thaddeus had while being on his head.

By the time he got close, you'd managed to settle Gamma down onto your outstretched bicep, but the stubborn owl only flapped back onto your head. The look on your face almost made Hawks laugh out loud, you were distraught. Torn between salvaging the rare chance at bonding with your companion, and continuing the preparation of a remedy for a paying customer.

He knew how much you cared for those birds, so much that he was willing to let you relish in the moment completely.

The smile on his face was somewhat solemn. "Don't fret witchy. I'm sure I can find some other witch who can cook up what I need."

Your brow ticked at the way he addressed you. "Excuse you. I am not a witch. I'm an Apothecary."

Hawks blinked. "Same difference."

You ignored that. "And even if you could somehow find another suitable Apothecary in the general area, I've been told by several patrons that I am the best of the best." You stated proudly, chin held up high in accordance. "The odds of finding someone more skilled than I are low to say the least."

He always enjoyed how confident you were in your craft. That confidence stemmed from true experience and skill, mastery even. You were right for claiming your profession to be deemed that high of a level, there hasn't been a single time in the past where your restoratives had let him down, no matter what their purpose served. He's glad that your clientele have spread the word of your little place, though they're restricted to hushed exchanges of whispers and secret notes passed in inconspicuous areas, out of the sight of any authorities.

The way you obtained some of your ingredients could be considered illegal if thorough investigation was to prosper, but luckily for you, that was yet to happen. No one was dubious of the little flower shop secluded between two towering office buildings at the farthest corner of the longest street in Kyushu. Hawks wouldn't dare run his mouth about its true nature to anyone, he would much rather heal his battle wounds naturally with one of your blends rather than the harsh steroids they'd stick into his body back at the commission.

"Can't deny that fact." Hawks chuckled, looking at you with apparent appreciation gleaming through his hooded eyes. "You've helped me through some tough calls, I don't think I-" He cut himself off in realization of something.

"I...I don't think I've ever thanked you."

You were quick to bring up the fact that he in fact spoiled you. Tipping you thousands over whatever price you'd ask for, as if money was nothing but a nuisance to him and he needed to get rid of as much of it as possible, it had you wondering if he would flaunt it around so carelessly wherever.

"That's different. Of course I'm gonna pay you in exchange for your meds, I'm not some shitbag. But I've never thanked you before."

Now that you think about it, it's true. The majority of times times he's come here, it's been in an urgent burst through the door, with little time on his hands to so much as greet you. You really can't recall a single time where he's thanked you, since he's usually in such a rush. Here one second, gone the next. His reputation stands firm.

Rarely have there ever been situations like this, where he's able to hang around the shop and wait patiently for you to get his order ready firsthand. You'd looked over your shoulder at him while he was appeasing the owls earlier. He had looked so calm, so sweet and tender in that moment, totally relaxed. It warmed your heart to see him like that.

His concern brought a smile to your face, how adorable to think that it would trouble him this much. "Hawks, trust me, you're fine. I know you're thankful. The proof is in the way that you pay literally five times as much as I could ever ask you for—more than that at times!"

Yup. That sounds like something he'd do, even he'll admit it. He distinctly recalls throwing a fat stack of cash at you in several of his hurried instances, not even bothering to ask for the price, or check how much was in the stack. He tilted his head aside and stuck out his lower lip in consideration of his own antics.

But that doesn't stop him from genuinely thinking that you deserve way more than what you make. You're taking one hell of a risk every time you sell another product to some shady person. He thinks you deserve to be appreciated more for that fact alone.

"Well, for what it's worth, thank you Y/n. Really, I mean it. What you do means a lot to me, more than I can put into words." He held your gaze with an adoration in his eyes that you didn't quite understand.

You've never seen seriousness cross that man's expression as well as it did right then.

He's perpetually cheerful and carefree, flirty more oftentimes than he should be. It surprised you seeing him so lacking in that notorious, glowing charisma. Maybe you'd go as far to say that in that moment, it looked like true joy was something he'd never experienced before. You couldn't even form words, rendered a gaping fish.

And maybe you would've actually taken his word for it, if it wasn't for you being reminded of the fact that the two of you had two big ass birds on your heads when Gamma and Thaddeus unexpectedly hooted in unison.

You and Hawks simultaneously broke eye contact to glance up at each other's birds, locking eyes with one another again.

It went silent for a few seconds.

Hawks' hard expression wavered hesitantly, his lip twitching in a futile attempt to remain serious. You then snorted quietly, biting your lip, and that's all it took for the two of you to burst out into a laughing fit that made you to bend over to clutch your sides, causing Gamma to flee from your head hastily and settle on her perch, Thaddeus following suit towards his respective stand when Hawks stumbled backwards a bit.

They'd managed to both ruin the moment and save it all the same, made it into something you didn't quite know you needed until it happened. A good laugh, one that had your face heating up and your cheeks beginning to hurt as the two of you only grew breathless with glee, struggling to keep your balance as you pressed your weight onto nearby objects to avoid toppling over.

The old Grandfather clock at the back of the shop had begun to chime, signaling the passing of another hour.

The sound caused Hawks to gradually come back down from his laugh-high. He submitted to that professional state of mind that subconsciously clawed at his back at times like these, once he was reminded of where he was supposed to be.

It was like someone snapped their fingers and all happiness was wiped from his face. Other than the faint pink still dusting his cheeks, it looked like the laugh that the two of you shared had never transpired.

You didn't even need to hear him say it. After you'd wiped a tear of joy from your eyes and regained your breath, you'd whirled around, right back to where you'd left off before.

A strange atmosphere settled into the shop. It grew peacefully silent, the rays of the setting sun stretched generously into the stop, accentuating gliding specs of dust in their path and lighting the room in a warm honey glow.

Hawks rolled his shoulders, wings reaching out to their maximum length in a comfortable stretch, as you bagged his things.

He'd requested a strong set of numbing-based remedies and other blends crammed with sedatives. It reminded you of the prep for some sort of illegal surgery, but you weren't one to meddle in the business of your customers.

You'd turned to hand him his bag, but were surprised when there was no sight of the man where he'd previously been.

It took a few glances around the room, you almost missed him at first, but there he was, standing before the display window, gazing distantly at the outside world under the evening glow.

Sometimes you'd catch a deep-rooted hardship in his eyes that was nearly impossible to detect. A flicker of something more, something lost long ago that he longs to have again. At times it looked like he was carrying the weight of the world in his wings and nobody knew it.

Or maybe your seclusion in your craft has run you crazy and you're just imagining it all. That's way more believable, anyway.

You'd walked up to his side, eyes trained on the lively cityscape. The city never slept, always bustling with some sort of commotion, but it was oddly calm on that evening. Nothing but nature in all its shapes and forms, like the gentle autumn breeze that shook the trees, like the songbirds softly jittering in a musical dialect only they understood, plus the ocasional car that would stroll by barely exceeding fifteen miles per hour.

Your gaze drifted back on Hawks, who has yet to notice your presence beside him.

Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that man’s mind, what challenges the relentless day brings him, and how he manages to come out smiling in the end.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

The Thief and the Tinker, Part 4: Circles and Cycles

part 3

Part 4

Viren: *smirks and plinks Runaan's coin to Ethari*

Ethari, furious: You throw another Moonshadow at me and I'm gonna lose it.

Circles and Cycles

Angst rating: 8/10

Back to Ethari, because we're not done with him yet. Ethari is soft, but he isn't weak. He won't be a willing pawn for Viren. He loves Runaan to the point of invention, and his devotion is more constant than the moon itself. He'll agree to do what Viren says, and he'll be Very Sad. But his spirit is in no way broken. Viren bribing him with the coins containing his family will only have the opposite effect. It'll give Ethari something to fight for.

We could get Focused Chaos Ethari. We could get Angery Trickster Ethari. We could get Rules, What Rules? Ethari. Let him try to steal the coins, try to break them, try to kill Viren, and be stymied at every turn, until he settles and seems cowed. And then all he does is craft his way out of the problem.

What if we are gifted with Iron Man Elf Ethari, who pretends to build a fake Key for Viren, but meanwhile he's really building a coinbuster with whatever he can get his hands on - primal stones, magically imbued gemstones, stolen artifacts, his own arcanum, his own reputation as the Master Craftsman of the Silvergrove. He'll use almost - almost - anything, to stop Viren and free his family.

Ethari may have to choose between those two things, though. And he's a hero, deep down, just like his family, just like his daughter. If he has to choose, he'll choose to stop Viren and save Xadia. He'll pay the same price as his family has if he must.

He'd let Viren think he was motivated purely by wanting his family back, but Ethari is far too steeped in the illusion and sacrifice for that to be all there is to his motives. It's a so-close-and-yet-so-far thing, how he and Viren almost embody the same ideals. Almost. Ethari would take one look at Viren, who just burnt down his whole Forest, he'd see the biggest threat in Xadia, and he'd say anything to get a chance to stop this juggernaut of destruction from getting his hands on whatever that ultimate power really is, locked behind that missing key. If he has to abandon his people and bawl his eyes out to convince Viren he's in, then he will.

And Viren wouldn't make it easy for him. He knows clever when he sees it. He went through all this trouble to persuade Ethari to work with him. He would need to keep Ethari as off-balance as possible to ensure that he keeps working as he should.

Angsty jewelry, anyone?

Viren giving Ethari his husband in pendant form to remind him what he's working for, when Viren and Ethari both know full well that only dark magic can open the hellcoins. Ethari wearing another pendant of his love, except it's not a metaphor this time. It's literally his love, in a coin around his neck.

Viren would love making Ethari stay close to him of his own free will if he ever hoped to free Runaan. Making people bind themselves to you is a big power flex. Remember that TDP stream future-season teaser note about Bait being in a creepy restraint in a future season?

This card is written on in all-caps, so that really could be "Bait" or "bait," or--knowing this show--both. Viren's been using Runaan as bait for Ethari all along. Putting his coin in a dark magic pendant casing for Ethari to wear would be a great parallel for that. Oh god. Oh man.

Maybe he'll stab the coin's scary casing right through that circle on Ethari's chest, right over his heart, make that Iron Man reference really obvious. Ethari also losing his shirt at some point, for angsty Viren-related reasons? It's more likely than you think. I mean... Ethari is literally involved in both forms of forging at this point. Shirt's gotta come off for uhhhh work reasons. And because he's hot. Because of all the forging. Mmhmm. I mean how else are we finally going to discover what his markings look like this is research I swear

I mentioned that I liked god-tier villains, right? Yeah, this is amazing. I haven't wanted to die and ascend over an idea for quite a while, but Ethari vs Viren in a drawn-out battle of wills would kill me in the best way. Especially since, while it looks like they're essentially fighting for who gets Runaan, they're truly fighting a much larger battle with much higher stakes. They're fighting for the future itself. It's an epic struggle between the Narrative of Strength and the Narrative of Love. And we've seen what happens, over and over, when the Narrative of Strength gets to call the shots.

On a meta note: If Ruthari's story arc isn't a love letter from one trauma survivor to another, and on a broader scope to all survivors who see it, I don't know what is. Sometimes life just chews us up and spits us out and we can't stop it and it breaks us. But sometimes we can reach out and grasp the chance to help each other, even after that, even when it hurts a lot, because we know what it means to be loved, and to love, and to want a safer future for each other and for people we'll never meet. The future is worth standing together for, helping each other back up for, fighting side by side for, even if you can't see how it'll end, or even how to begin. We are stronger together, and sometimes we need to fight for our "together" before we can fight for anything else. And that's worth it, every time.

This is glorious, it's beautiful, it's tragic, it's amazing, it makes me want to dance, it makes me want to scream into the void, it makes me want to slap someone with a semi truck. No, someone specific, don't worry, and he super deserves it.

Because Ethari is going to win. He was always going to win. He's soft, and he's clever, and he hasn't forgotten what love means. It's what he's fighting for. Not power, not control. Love. He doesn't want to dictate Runaan's future or anyone else's. He just wants his husband--and everyone else--to have one at all.

So he's going to win.

What thwarting Viren looks like, I couldn't possibly guess. TDP is no stranger to angst, so there will probably be a high cost involved in outwitting the dark mage. Maybe not everyone can be rescued from the coins. Maybe Ethari will lose his life, or his soul, or his vision, or something else really angsty. Viren could even kill him and resurrect him as a smoky craftsman, or a zombie craftsman, or something equally biddable but horrible. The only thing I'm sure of is that Ethari would never willingly make a working Key of Aaravos Ethari as long as there's a chance Viren could possess it. But I do believe that if he gets the right opportunity while he's busy saving the world from Viren's dark intentions, he'll break his husband's hellcoin open somehow and set him free, even if he has to smile at the devil to do it.

Ethari understands the difference between "you can" and "therefore you should." He might sacrifice his own world to save his husband, but he'd never sacrifice someone else's world. That's one of the Moonshadow cultural limits I've noticed: they accept boundaries when it comes to other people's autonomous rights, especially regarding life and death.

These limits could get pushed. Ethari will be under great duress and emotional strain if he goes through this kind of interaction with Viren. And maybe he will choose some dark things. Everyone else has. But I'm placing all my eggs in the basket labeled "Saved By Love." Either I'm right, or I'll get the best angst omelets in the universe. And I do love omelets. A villain invented them, you know. ;)

Another support for Ethari not making the key for Viren: the real Key exists!

Callum has it right now. The plot doesn't need Ethari's key (yet? ever?), but it does need Ethari to learn what he's made of, to stand up for something, or against something, or both at once. And once he learns what he will and won't do and the universe has rewarded his discovery with the return of his beloved husband then Ethari will be ready to take on whatever else the plot has in mind for him.

Depending on the plan, all of these events could happen in S4, as a setup for even bigger things to follow. Viren's wishes can be thwarted here and the show's overall tension will only continue to rise. It would let Ethari flex yes pls his skills so we know who he is, it would show how driven Viren can be for a long-term goal, it would let Claudia saunter further downwards, it would reveal some human/Moonshadow history, and it would resolve the seasons-long tension regarding Runaan's fate, allowing for the cycle of speculation, feels, angst, and Ruthari fanart to begin again. ;) Viren would need to find another way to pursue his long-term goal. And Callum's Key will get a little more clarity on just how important it is to the fate of the world - which will make everything he does, and everyone he talks to, and anyone who knows what he's carrying, intensely important.

Nyx is gonna steal it isn't she, omg chaos birb

To Viren, Ethari was a main course, meant to be devoured and consumed in his lifelong quest for something that will finally satisfy. But to Ethari, Viren was just empty calories to be passed over in favor of ordering his perennial favorite dish, one more time.

Once Ethari escapes Viren's clutches with as much of his family as he can rescue, Viren may turn back to looking for the real Key, especially if someone's seen it recently. Hunting a kid probably seems easier than hunting a full-grown Moonshadow craftsman who just outsmarted him. okay so maybe Nyx stealing it would be a good thing and save Callum's life

Ethari could go on to help repair the Sunforge, or rebuild the Moonhenge, or work on constructing Moonshadow villages in Katolis if he hasn't been ghosted for abandoning everyone after the forest fire. He might build magical devices for any number of reasons, to help all kinds of characters. Hopefully, wherever he goes, he'll have Runaan with him, in some way, for at least a little while. Cycles be like, and I feel like Runaan will not want to remain still for long, for whatever reason. Does he need revenge, atonement, justice, a new body, to find Rayla, to find Ezran? He'll be back in action as soon as he can, I think.

Okay, but, I'm so soft at the thought of a scene where Runaan and Ethari come before King Ezran. The husbands tried to save their people Runaan's way, the old way, and it only continued to endanger them. Following the cycle, as Moonshadows do, was the wrong move. But the son of the last human Runaan killed reached out with mercy and broke a thousand years of suffering and sorrow and hatred. Ezran did what Runaan couldn't: he saved the Moonshadow elves from total destruction. And that, more than anything else in the world, could soften one very broody assassin's heart toward humans again.

What would Runaan do, if his heart truly changed toward humans? What would he say to Ezran? I could see him struggling for a long moment before dropping to one knee to pledge his heart as he once had to do before the Dragon Throne. He doesn't know any other way but to serve. Ezran, reading the whole room and everyone's feelings before he tells Runaan that No, we don't do that here. That he's free, and free means free. No chains, no oaths. Just trust and friendship. He should get to make his own decisions for a change, even though that can be hard and scary sometimes. Runaan being genuinely scared, because that's too much freedom. But he's not alone. He has Ethari, and Ezran, and Rayla, and Callum, and their people, and their allies. And no matter what else happens, the people of Katolis - elven and human - will find a way forward. Together.

part 5

[brideofcthulhu10]

The boys can't cook worth a shit. Each suck at it to varying degrees which is half the reason they get take out or instant food so much. Dwayne knows a bit from taking care of Laddie, but mostly easy meals like grilled cheese or pancakes. Earlier on, Max tried to get them to learn to cook, and that was the last time he EVER invited them to his house. Within 15 minutes of inviting them in, he got a call from the video store about a girl calling in late and would have to watch the store until they came in.

An hour. A single hour, was all it was going to take. Maybe an extra 15 minutes given the traffic. As soon as they were left alone, they went hog wild.

David somehow thought he could microwave beans- still sitting in the can with the top popped off. He couldn't tell if it's the beans or the microwave that caught fire, so he just chucked it out the window. Truthfully, he just wasn't interested in the least and wanted to ruin Max's microwave. When that got boring he just propped his muddy boots on the clean couch, smoking up the fancy cigars that were poorly hidden in Max's room. Dwayne turned up the stereo,  blasting some AC/DC while skimming his CDs. Shitty ones go in the blender. Eventually that broke after the first 4, and by broke, it jammed, sparked and caught fire. So did the curtains. They had to throw that in the sink. Oops….okay so garbage disposal it is! Does this guys seriously have all the Madonna albums? Who the fuck listens to Colour By Numbers anymore? Pointy-spin death for you.

Meanwhile, Paul has made some sort of gross out stew bubbling on the stove and double dares Dwayne to eat it. It's overflowing out of the pot onto the stove, and its miraculously 3 different colors! Somehow there's a mysterious neon orange substance splattered on the back wall behind the store, there is definitely sardines in there after a head is spotted, and some sort of green specks floating around that smell like creme dé feet. In between helping David polish off Max's precious wine collection, Marko would walk by every few minutes to Paul's monstrous concoction and plop something he found in the back of the fridge or empty a can with the label worn off, honestly he barely looked at this point. Ew that hot sauce has been expired for 6 months. Cool! In it goes!

Canned herring? Cream of spinach? Nah that's for the dog. Here you go buddy, let's have you eat that on Max's bed. Go ahead and chew on those leather shoes! They bribe Thorn with the nastiest food they can find so he'll leave them alone, and of course the dog is just loving every second of it. He's never been allowed on the bed before either!

Dwayne would saunter to the kitchen when Paul called him over to try the sludge he' so proud of, leaning over the blonde's shoulder and nearly gagging at the smell 

"What the fuck is in that?"

Paul could help but bust up laughing. "Dude, man I don't even know anymore, but it fuckin' reeks! C'mon I triple dog dare ya to try it!"

Marko would look over his other shoulder at the boiling sludge, covering his nose. They were undead, unwashed teenage dudes caked in blood and motor oil yet somehow even David's stank boots couldn't compare to this ode to death. "Pretty sure that'll kill you, man."

David would eventually get curious at the plethora of descriptive words being thrown around, and join them in the kitchen to look over at...whatever is was. "Paul, why is it moving?"

"Heeeeey, the goldfish are still alive in there! Fuckin' awesome!"

Cue Max walking in and promptly shrieking at the nightmare his luxurious abode has become. You've turned his fridge into a war zone! How the fuck did they get noodles on his ceiling fan?! Is that TOMATO SAUCE in his toilet?! Did you idiots seriously cover my entire living room in cold cuts?! Who gave Thorn viagra- is that dog shit on my bed?! 

At that point they bolted before Max could throttle them. By that point they figured giving him space for a few day- okay weeks… maybe months. 

[cowboisss]

Please can I request a mega smutty nsfw with micah x fem reader? :) I wanna read something where the reader has had a bad, abusive ex and after a bad happening in a bar or something, a guy upsets her by coming on too strong and Micah is there for her ;) he tells her how much he likes her and that he'll treat her right! Much better than her horrible ex. Not so dominating but still Micah being his sassy self haha and maybe he can also beat the shit into the bar guy :P haha

Never Again - Micah x Reader

A/N Thank you so much for this request! I never get any requests with Micah so writing this was very refreshing as a semi-secret-rat-lover. I know you said super smutty but to be honest I think I’ve lost my smut writing motivation, for now at least. I tried very hard to go further but it was really hard for some reason and I don’t know why. 

I hope me stopping it so early doesn’t make it too bad, and I will keep a draft of this open in case I ever feel like I can go back to it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it!

also sorry for being a butt in regards to writing this in a reasonable amount of time i have no excuse plz forgive me

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“I’m heading in to town for a drink, anyone else want to ride along?” You asked, eyes scanning the faces around the campfire. No body seemed particularly interested, that is, until your eyes met Micah’s. He smirked, dramatically standing up and stretching his arms before sauntering over to you.

"I'll come with ya, doll, if you'll let me buy a drink for ya," he drawled, to which you rolled your eyes. However, seeing no reason to deny him as no one else seemed too interested, in addition to the free drink you'd get, you agreed to let him accompany you. 

You two rode into the small town just as the sun began its decent into the horizon, casting a warm glow on the buildings and giving the atmosphere an ethereal feeling. Even Micah looked good in the lighting, something you were shocked to find yourself thinking. But once that thought crept inside your head, you caught yourself staring at him for what seemed like an unreal amount of time. He, too, caught you, and when his eyes flicked to meet yours there was an instant of almost sweetness you could have sworn you saw on his face, before it was replaced with a knowing smirk and a motion to lead inside the bar. Quickly, you averted your eyes and slipped through the doors, almost feeling as if Micah were staring at you too as he followed you inside. 

The saloon was like any other saloon—the rowdiest place in town and packed to the brim with people looking to escape through the worst aspects of hedonism that the town could offer. Micah and you quickly found your spots at the bar, whiskeys in hand and eyes avoiding each other like the plague. He was the first to break the silence.

"So how come you ain't got someone you're sweet on?" He asked, taking a drink while he finally glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. You shrugged.

"I've got a... a bad history with relationships..." you murmured, quickly downing your own glass and signalling for another. It wasn't something you liked to talk about, and you hoped he would get the hint. 

Thankfully, Micah Bell isn't as dumb as he seems, and he dropped the subject, deciding instead to comment on the horrible wallpaper that decorated the saloon, eliciting a snort and a chuckle from you. 

"I'm serious doll, look at it! It's like a dog vomited on the wall an' they decided to just go on ahead and smear it everywhere to make it even!" He gestured wildly at the wall, and you laughed aloud, barely paying any mind to the stares that came from those around you. 

"Perhaps, Micah, but it's still better than whatever poor dead animal Pearson has laid across the camp table," you joked, laughing as you recalled the faces of most everyone the day he dropped it across the table with the face of a proud mama. Micah boisterously laughed right along with you, shaking his head. 

Slowly, the two of you stopped laughing and settled for drinking in comfortable silence, content to simply watch everyone else go about their nights. It wasn't long before he looked down at his now empty glass with a sigh, then pushed himself off the bar. 

"I gotta take a piss, I'll be right back," he said, and you nodded as he walked off, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You were still reeling from your sudden revelation about Micah, wondering where his charm was coming from, or if it had been there the entire time. 

You were pulled from your thoughts, however, by a hand suddenly on your shoulder.

"Micah, don't just-" You froze as you turned around, and it was not, in fact, Micah's hand on your shoulder. Instead, a burly, very drunk man towered above you, a sly grin on his lips. Your face paled, and you were pretty sure your eyes widened like a small animal. 

"Hey darlin'..." he slurred, moving his hand to instead lean against the bar, effectively blocking you from the exit. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying desperately to regain any sort of composure you had had before. 

"Not interested," you said curtly, turning your head and hoping that you wouldn't have to pull out your revolver. The gang had just moved camps, after all, and you didn't need another shootout on your hands.

The man frowned, grabbing your chin and making you squeak as he forced your eyes to look at him, bad teeth and all. Your heart immediately started racing as you were brought back to your past, and suddenly the sound of shouting and broken bottles and black eyes filled your thoughts. What little composure you had regained now flew out the window, as you gulped, hands instinctively moving to cover your face. 

"Normally ya look at someone when theys talkin' to you," he growled. "Especially with eyes as pretty as yours..." You felt your breathing speed up, and you were about to reach for your gun when the man was suddenly pulled back, and you saw Micah throw him away from you.

"And normally 'not interested' means not interested, ya damn fool," Micah said, back straighter than usual and face set in a scowl.

"I'll do as I damn well please, thank you very much," the man replied, making his way back to you. He didn't get very far, however, before his face collided with Micah's fist and he stumbled back cursing, holding his face in his hands as blood seeped from his nose.

"That was a warning shot, now get outta here before I throw you out!" Micah growled, readying his fists for a fight. The man glanced between you and Micah several times before he decided it wasn't worth it, and slinked off. The whole bar let out a collective breath and everyone resumed their previous occupations, while Micah quickly tended to you to make sure you were okay. 

"You alright, doll?" He asked, looking you over for any injuries. "You just about froze up there."

You nodded, taking a long drink of whiskey, but saying nothing. Micah frowned, turning to the barkeep and paying for a room for the night. 

"Come on, let's get you outta here," he murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you up the stairs to the rooms. You gently sat on the edge of the bed, grateful for the quiet of the room in comparison to the loud bar down below. Micah sat in a chair across from you, watching to make sure you were okay. 

"You didn't have to help me back there, ya know. I had it under control," you said, trying to feign strength but failing miserably with the wobbling of your voice. Micah snorted. 

"Yeah, okay. You had about as much control over that situation as a rock has over the weather, no offense," he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Just thank me and I'll consider not telling everyone at camp," he joked, to which you chuckled weakly. 

"Alright, thank you," you said, feeling the tension in your body slowly begin to fade away. Micah smiled, a real, genuine smile, and sat back in the chair. 

"I hope you don't mind me askin', but why did you freeze up like that?" You began to protest, but he stopped you. "An' don't deny it, I saw it in your eyes. That's why I stepped in. After all," he grinned, "you had it under control." You rolled your eyes, almost preferring the snarky Micah to the concerned Micah. It was easier ignore your budding feelings that way. 

"You sure do ask a lot of questions, Mr. Bell," you commented, a small smile growing on your lips. "But if you must know, he reminded me a little bit too much of my beau of yesteryear... He was less than friendly with me on the best of days and on the worst, well..." You sighed. "Let's just say I didn't get all these scars from shootouts with the law."

 "Oh."

Both Micah and you were silent for some time, the muffled noises from the saloon doing little to break the tension. Eventually your eyes met from across the room, and you saw something in his that you couldn't recognize. A softness, almost a longing, and one you couldn't ignore. 

"You know..." His voice caught in his throat. "Any man that does that to a woman ain't no man at all. At least not if she weren't shootin' at him first. You're real pretty and if anyone wanted to hurt you... then he didn't really like you in the first place." You raised your eyebrows.

"Did you just call me pretty, Micah Bell?" You watched as his face turned red, and he scratched the back of his neck. 

"Yeah, well, you are, so..." His eyes went wide. "I mean, I hope I ain't- I ain't coming on too strong, but I uh- I like you. You're pretty." Your lips quirked up into a soft smile.

"I think I like you too," you said, "but I don't think I can know for sure until I've kissed you..." Your soft smile turned into a sly grin as you slowly stood up, and he perked up almost immediately, eyes on the edge of disbelief. Crossing the room in an instant, you had his full attention, and you stared deep into his eyes as you rested your hands on the armrests of his chair. There was a beat of silence, of held breaths, before your lips gently pressed against his. 

You pulled away after a mere moment, and Micah looked up at you with absolute adoration in his eyes. 

"Are you sure now?" He asked.

"Positive."

Before you knew it he stood up and kissed you again, hands coming to cup your cheeks as you ran your fingers through his hair.

And just like that the world melted away.

The bed approached far quicker than you anticipated, and when the backs of your knees hit the frame you easily slid onto the sheets, lips still locked with Micah's as he followed you down. He pulled away to look into your eyes with a longing that you could only imagine yours matched. 

"You have no idea how much I've wanted that," he said, breathless. 

"Well, there's more where that came from," you replied, hands slowly unbuttoning the collar of your shirt, and his eyes got even wider, if that was possible. As soon as your neck was exposed his lips attached themselves to it, kissing and sucking and definitely leaving marks. His hands replaced yours and made quick work of the rest of your shirt, your skirt and undergarments following not far behind. 

When your shirt was finally gone he started kissing down your neck to your chest, until his mouth found your nipple and you let out a gasp as he began sucking on it. He teased the other one with his fingertips, gently running the pads of them in circular motions around it before brushing ever so lightly over top. You arched your back to follow his touch, and you could have sworn you felt him smirk lightly at your movements. 

And he didn’t stop that smirk all night.