#hopefully this'll turn out fine

[st4rfckerz]

car troubles | james kelly x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, age gap, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl etc), very brief dry humping, a lottt of banter, mention of masturbation, cockwarming (?), afab reader

summary: your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

a/n: i lowkey don't like this fic 😭 but it's probably not as bad as i think it is, BUT hopefully you guys enjoy it more than me :)

it was a blessing and a curse for owning an old car. it was a curse since issues flared up so frequently, but it was also a blessing because it prompted your neighbor, james kelly, to fix it for free.

james was hunched over your car's hood, with a number of tools arranged next to him.

"i doubt this'll take long at all. you just have a dead battery, and maybe a few other mishaps but other than that your car is fine." james explains.

"sounds great. thanks again for fixing my car." you give him a friendly smile. james quickly returns the smile, followed by a small laugh.

"of course, you can always count on me for these kinds of things."

"noted." I fiddle with my fingers nervously before turning away.

"i'll just be inside so just come get me if you need anything."

"alright, will do"

he gives a small nod as he watches you disappear inside. his attention turns back to the vehicle.

ever since your family moved into your home when you were 15 years old, you'd always had a small crush on james. but after you entered college and spent so much time away from home, he had aimlessly plagued your thoughts.

you didn't mean for it to happen, but he just always managed to be the only person you'd think about when you're in bed by yourself. thinking about his tall frame, his long, slender fingers, and the way his arms would shine with sweat from fixing cars all day long always sent a flash of heat through your body.

some time passes and you hear a faint knocking at your back window, followed by the door creaking open just a tad.

"hey, she should be good to go now." he spoke to you as you sit at your kitchen island.

"that was quick, usually the shop takes like, 2 hours. i'm impressed." you chuckle. james gives you a smile and a shrug.

"no need to flatter me sweetheart, I've been doin' this forever."

a shortly lived tinge of arousal goes straight to your core after hearing the sudden petname. it always surprises you when he calls you something other than your name because he rarely ever does.

"if you want you could stay and rest for a little while." you had articulated the plan earlier that day of keeping him in your home while your parents were out, just to see where it would go.

"You wouldn't mind?" james' tired, weary expression lit up and he seemed more hopeful than he had in a while.

"I wouldn't be intruding on anything?" he nervously asked.

"not at all, it's just me here anyways. my dad's at work," you explain, flashing him an innocent smile.

"there's fresh lemonade in the fridge, and if you'd like you can use the shower, i know how hot it is outside."

james cleared his throat and looked over towards you.

"that'd be really nice, actually."

you didn't think it would be so easy to have such a smart man like james fall into your trap, but somehow it worked perfectly. he was in your house, and was about to use your shower. the only thing that was on your mind was simply how much of a genius you are.

"the bathroom's right upstairs, here i'll take you," he follows you upstairs and you lead him to the bathroom.

"there's the shower, soap, shampoo all that stuff." you explain as james stands awkwardly beside you.

"sounds good, thank you i really appreciate it." his voice sounds sincere and soft.

"its no problem really, take as long as you need, i'll just be in my room." you walk out the door before closing it behind you. soon, you hear the sounds of water running from the showerhead.

eventually, you hear the bathroom door open and a small cloud of steam escaping the doorway.

james spots you laying on your bed wearing tiny blue shorts, and a small white tee.

his mouth suddenly goes dry and millions of thoughts begin to swarm around in his mind.

how could you just lay there and look so perfect?

james has been a nervous wreck ever since he arrived at your house. he knew it was wrong to be so attracted to you because of the obvious age gap, but he just couldn't help himself.

he's seen you in so many ways, so many times; outside in the pool wearing nothing but a bikini, laying in the grass wearing your skimpy shorts and tank top casually trying to get a tan, he's even watched you change your clothes right in front of your bedroom window.

he always saved those mental images of you so he could fuck his fist later on.

james clears his throat and looks over at you, standing awkwardly at your doorway.

"oh hey." you smile. james glances over your room and notices your college flag plastered on your wall.

"college huh?" he points at the flag and begins walking towards your bed.

"yeah, I'm almost done actually." you reply sitting up and swinging your legs across the side of your bed.

"how much longer do you have?" he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.

"about 6 months? i'm so ready for it to be over," you sigh heavily.

"did you go to college?" you ask him.

"trade school." james nods

"i figured, you don't seem like you were the frat boy type." you joke.

james' face lights up in amusement as he laughs a little walking over to you. he decides to take a seat right next to you on your bed

"yeah... no. definitely not the frat boy type. never saw the appeal in them."

"me neither they can be obnoxious, can't stand them." you explain. an awkward silence stills before you both.

he looks at you, the corner of his mouth curling slightly in anticipation.

"you must have boyfriends back at college, don't you?" his slight change in tone and lift in confidence makes you a little nervous.

"oh no, i-i don't, college guys aren't really my...thing." you stutter. your gaze lingers on james, drinking his presence in.

his hair, still wet from the shower, glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. you could drool on the spot at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscles barely peeking out of from under his gray t-shirt.

"then what is your 'thing'." james shifts his body to face you more.

you shrug and shake your head.

"i don't know, i guess i just always went for older guys." you confess. you knew it was slightly obvious what you were suggesting but it was now or never.

a sly smirk appears on james' face before speaking again.

"really?"

"always have." you look down at your legs quickly. the way james was staring at made you feel like you were on fire.

"do you like anyone in particular?" james was itching at some kind of answer that could miraculously allude to himself.

"that's confidential." you try to avoid looking at him so he doesn't see the obvious blush spread across your cheeks.

"right, right." james had a small grin on his face as you revealed the answer.

he was almost giddy with joy. he knew what he wanted to hear, but he never expected you still had feelings for him.

"it's dumb, i know," a wave of embarrassment rushes through your body and you immediately regret admitting something so elementary.

"i'm sorry if it bothers you i don't-" james cuts you off

"it doesn't bother me."

"it doesn't?" james shakes his head and smiles slightly.

"no, does it bother you?"

"no." he begins leaning towards you slowly and your brain shuts down completely.

james was close enough to feel your breath as you spoke. his face was a few inches away from yours, and he was looking straight into your eyes.

there was a long pause for a moment. It was as if james thought you were gonna do something.

his voice was a little quiet as he spoke his next words.

"good."

james finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips softly against yours.

a tingle went up his spine as your lips came into contact with his. he had never anticipated this, but it felt different. it felt right.

his hand reached to touch your face and he pulled you in closer slowly, your bodies connecting more and more as he leaned into you.

the kiss deepens and a small whimper erupts in your throat.

james noticed the noise you made and smiles against your lips. his big hands grab your thighs and pulls you onto his lap.

he gently pulled you closer to his body again, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his other arm reached to caress your body as both of your lips touched.

james' lips connect to your neck, nipping at the skin along your jawline.

you moan slightly and subconsciously rut your hips against his.

he let out a groan as he gently broke the embrace to look at you.

"needy girl." he teases.

james grabs your hips and moves them harder against his center. he began kissing your neck as you rested in the position he held you in.

you feel his hand suddenly slip into your underwear.

"oh, sweetheart," james breathes out. he could feel how wet and needy you were for him

a pathetic whine escapes your lips as his finger draws antagonizingly slow circles around your clit.

"james please, i need you." the words that escaped your lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

he kept kissing your neck, his hand slither up your shirt, caressing and pinching at your nipples.

your words sent him over the edge and he let out a soft groan.

you needed so much more than his single finger. you mindlessly began to toy with the waistband of his pants, itching to just rip them off of him completely.

james was more than ready to let your hands do there work, as he lifted up his hips slightly.

"can i take these off?" james asks you softly, he begins pushing your shorts down your thighs.

you nod your head quickly and discard your shorts along with your shirt leaving you only in your underwear.

james' eyes shoot straight down to your chest.

"so perfect for me," he coos as he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, soon leaving little purple bruises on them. your eyes squeeze shut as you feel his tongue flicking against the bud.

the sound of a belt hitting the ground makes you jump slightly.

"i can't wait any longer." james mutters against your lips before pressing his mouth against yours.

his fast hands move your underwear to the side.

the feeling of his cock finally entering your dripping hole made your head fall onto his shoulder and a long breathy moan fall from your lips.

you can feel james' body shudders under you.

"oh, fuck," james waits a few seconds before finally thrusting upwards, moving your hips to meet his simultaneously.

the sound of yours and james' moans followed by the slight slapping of skin filled the air of your bedroom.

"you feel so good baby, so good for me."

if james kept speaking to you in that velvety tone you were sure that you were gonna cum a lot quicker than expected.

your mind was completely empty, not a single thought popped into your brain.

that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cellphone.

"it's my dad." you tell james urgently but he continues to litter your neck with small kisses and bites.

"answer it."

you stare at him blankly, the annoying ringtone still erupting from your phone.

your fingers hesitate for a moment before accepting the call and pressing your phone up to your ear.

"hey dad." you try to stiffle a moan as james begins thrusting up into you again.

it was so difficult trying to contain your moans while still trying to have a conversation with your dad.

"yeah, james came over mm-" your hand flies to your mouth.

you could feel james smirk against your neck as he continues to thrust into you at a faster pace.

"no-sorry, it was a cough."

he was relentless with his hunger for you, and didn't want to keep it at bay.

"be quiet baby, we don't need daddy hearing how good i'm making you feel hm?"

his voice was suddenly filled with a deep and lustful tone, but you loved it.

james heard the talking from your phone but it didn't distract him, it only sent a tinge of excitement in his heart.

he let his hands to roam all over your body, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.

"he did a great job, the car...the car should be ok now."

your dad just kept talking. completely oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the phone.

james grins widely and let out a quiet moan, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.

his lips left your neck and he let his head lean back on the headboard. he didn't even stop his advances as he heard your dad talking. he just enjoyed seeing you try your hardest to stay quiet as he abused your cunt.

your dad finally says his goodbyes after asking a million questions regarding james' visit and you have never felt so relieved.

"that was a close one." james chuckled.

you let out an exasperated laugh, still not able to fully function. especially now that his fingers begin rubbing furiously at your clit, causing you to moan louder and buck your hips harder against his.

"j-james..." your body was shaking uncontrollably. that familiar not began to form in your stomach and fiery heat began to spread through your legs.

"you gonna cum for me pretty girl?" he taunts.

your face contorts in pleasure as you try to muster up any words that come to mind.

"m'so close-"

"i know baby i know, me too." the grip he has on your thighs grows firmer and his nails begin to dig harshly into your skin.

"come on sweetheart, give it to me." james thrusts harder into you, swiftly hitting your sweet spot everytime.

your walls clench around his cock as you cum, earning a loud, throaty groan from james. his warm seed coats your insides, leaving you feeling full and absolutely satisfied.

"there you go," james coaxes you through your orgasm.

james felt your sweat covered body collapse onto his and he kissed your forehead softly.

he kept his arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him.

"are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth after a moment.

"mhm, m'ok" you flash james a tired smile.

he slowly opened his eyes as well and kissed your forehead. he let out another sigh as his arms were still wrapped around you.

then he spoke again, his voice filled with curiosity.

"so...what did your dad want to talk about?" he asked softly, still laying back on the bed with you on top of him.

"he was just asking if you had already come over and everything," you let out a snort.

"i definitely came." you look up at james to see a cocky smile across his face.

"stop," you giggle and slap his arm playfully.

"he also mentioned that he would be staying an extra hour at work."

james' demeanor shifted once you told him the good news of your dad staying longer at work.

"good," james leaned forward and kissed you again, grabbing your hand and pulled you down to the bed.

his hands slowly traveled down to your thighs, and he caressed it slightly before pulling your legs apart and situating himself in between them.

"because i'm not done with you yet."

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tunaaaaa I've been reading ur Childe Thing sooo much that I've been thinking of I Love Amy aus nonstop. its a problem. in honor of bsd s4 im gonna rapid fire a couple out for the Bsd Boys!

lets talk dazai. I feel like this could go a lot of ways with him. like, if its ada dazai, you probably don't really get the sense that something is kinda off with him until you're a bit too deep to back out. he seemed so sweet when you first met- fuckin weird, but sweet! no harm in trying to help him win over a crush, right? for pm dazai, you obviously know hes fucked in the head the second you meet him, so you agree to help him out of a fear of what he might do to you if you dont rather than a sense of altruism. either way, its kinda hard to notice him getting a little overly-attached to you just cuz of how naturally obnoxious and clingy he is. even if he starts to escalate you might not get it cuz hes pretty fast and loose about LITERALLY kidnapping you and tying you up in his apartment/mafia holding cell right off the bat (gets very pouty about you "ignoring" him). doesnt help that hes so out of touch with his own emotions he probably doesn't even know he has a thing for you for a whiiile. trust me tho, being nice to him and taking care of him when hes sick or injured WILL wear him down. you'll only kind of get it when you try to give him some new pointers on his crush and he seems to just get? annoyed? mutters something about you talking about someone else while you're SUPPOSED to pay attention to HIM. or when he keeps being weirdly affectionate with you in full view of X when hed usually forget you exist as soon as he sees them. or you woke up chained to a chair (again) but this time hes perched in your lap and scolding you about avoiding your "boyfriend" before shoving his lips against yours. couldve been any of these occasions really.

cant BELIEVE I didn't think of gogol the first time I talked about this this is almost EXACTLY what yes doing to sigma rn. when this fuckin 6'2 clown terrorist traps you against a wall and starts questioning about why you were talking to "his darling", you are 10000% sure you're gonna die. almost gives you whiplash how fast his tone changes once you convince him you have NO interest. all smiles all of the sudden, picks u up under the armpits like a cat to right ur posture and pats you on the head, declaring that you will be his magicians assistant for a while! you do not have a say in this, if you'd like to keep your skin. while you feel bad about aiding and abetting this stalking case, you get the sense that hes. not ever gonna actually make a move. kinda just Wants To Stalk. goes on about how he cant let himself be tied down like that (whatever that means). he does talk about just murdering his darling a lot but you've managed to convince him that thats unnecessary baggage connecting them to him so hopefully that keeps him sated until his goldfish-esque attention span finally moves him onto a new target. and it does! the problem is that its you. I think that once he realizes he likes you, he's just gonna vanish. poof gone. hes had a lot of fleeting obsessions with ill-fated darlings before, but youre something new. hes never actually gotten to know someone before! ugh. hes caged by his feelings for you, but the despair hed feel from killing you would be a cage all its own! frustrating!!!!! maybe if he just leaves and never thinks about you ever again this'll just go away like all of his other crushes. doesnt work. expect him back in a month, snuggling into your neck and babbling inane about having missed you. he tied you up again so youre just gonna have to let him do that. its fine youre used to this with him.

really wanted to do this with chuuya and fyodor too but im scared of them being OOC help me.

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omg so this turned out to be Very Long :O quick context for any1 who is unfamiliar w i love amy—it's a webtoon (highly recommend btw) where the yandere character starts to fall for her 'target/rival' instead of her initial love interest. for more info + the childe version, check out this post.

cw: yandere characters (dazai, fyodor, nikolai), stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, obsessive behavior, threats of violence to reader. (this whole post came off a little silly instead of serious But mind the cws anyway!)

this is best read with a male reader (to keep it consistent w i love amy) but there's no pronouns used or descriptions for reader, so do as you like. also, reader makes morally questionable decisions :>

(pm) dazai is to be avoided at all costs. that was the rule you put down for yourself after witnessing one of his very public threats to some poor pedestrian who had bumped into him. the dramatic coat, the blank expression, the natural ease with which he handled the weapon in his hand—everything about him was just...alarming.

however, despite all your efforts, he's obstructed your path home with a deadly glare and a hand in his pocket.

according to dazai, he did not appreciate your recent conversation with X, (as he claimed, they were too popular to spare most people more than a few friendly greetings—so why were you having a full-fledged conversation with them?) who were you, even, to get in his way? you sputter out some excuse, some explanation as to why he misunderstood the situation and it was all just work-related, and fortunately, he seems convinced, at least enough to relax his hold on you and shift the blaring malice in his stance to something less frightening.

obviously, you couldn't refuse when he offers you what he calls a mutually beneficial proposition. you help him get closer to X, and he won't kill you! win-win, don't you think?

the thing about dazai, you soon learn, is that despite the murderous energy he gives off, he's painfully annoying, more so than frightening. it almost feels like you're dealing with an obnoxious child, with how he's constantly whining and tugging at your sleeve and complaining about how useless you're being.

and it also makes you wonder if he's ever really had a friend, because he's got some strange expectations for you. he's all too possessive, too paranoid, and expects you to be perfectly fine with it. you consider telling him that he's not supposed to hold you hostage every time he thinks you're spending "too much time with someone else", but after the 4th attempt, you've understood that there was no getting to him. at least he stopped with the threats to your other friends (well, he promised you that he'd stop), and that seemed like the only thing he was willing to compromise on. he doesn't ease up on the breaking-into-your-room-to-visit-you stunt, either, especially when you're "ignoring him". despite all that, maybe out of some form of pity, you still help him out. you drop off food when he's sick and try to explain that imprisonment is not the key to a healthy relationship. you hang out with him even if you're terrified of all the mafioso you come across when you visit the hq with him, and after all of it, you're mostly convinced that he wasn't going to kill you anytime soon. in fact, the two of you seemed to be building an unusual friendship.

but when he comes to visit you one day when you're sick and actually knocks on the door and texts you beforehand, you tell him that this would be the best way to approach X if he ever hears that they're sick. though you're expecting some excitement, or some self-satisfaction for improving a little, instead of looking excited, dazai looks frustrated. for the first time, he looks genuinely...upset. and when he asks you why you can't appreciate that he was looking out for you and not X, you're left at a loss for words. you're not sure if this was a sign that he was starting to learn not to cross your boundaries or a warning that he was beginning to like you a little too much

and things only get stranger. he becomes more observant, asks you more questions about yourself rather than X, and even starts holding your hand in full view of X. when you mention that X was really looking forward to a new movie coming out and that he should try to ask them out, he gets upset by your suggestion, grumbling about you paying more attention to X and only caring about them instead of asking him if he wants to see the movie with them. so, unsure of how to respond, you echo his question. he beams at you and happily declares that he only wants to watch the movie with you.

somewhere along the line, it happened that dazai himself started to realize just how much he liked you, and he spirals out of control. the already overwhelming physical contact turns more intimate, with dazai holding your hand at every possible moment, pressing himself as close to you as humanely possible without squeezing the air out of you, and sitting on your lap whenever the opportunity presents itself. he stops responding to anything that isn't an endearing pet name and introduces himself as your boyfriend. X seems to be eradicated from his mind, as well as anyone that wasn't you, though it feels as though you're the only one that has a problem with this change. dazai takes to it naturally, seamlessly inserting himself into your life.

"what's wrong?" dazai's sprawled across your lap with the biggest grin on his face, the remote in your hand long ripped away by him, "come give your boyfriend a kiss~"

you've...heard of fyodor. it was more overhearing whispers shared between people, but the mention of his name seemed to intrigue everyone who heard it. you've heard that he was a mysterious man who walked into the city one day and never left, and you've heard that he was the owner of an expensive casino. you've even heard that he had a tendency to stand on top of rooftops at night, but you've heard tons of variations and rumors. one statement, however, rang true in everyone's ears.

fyodor dostoevsky was taken with X.

that was putting it lightly—obsession was exactly what it was. though X was clearly unaware of what was being said, because, as they assured you one day while you walked out with them, fyodor was just a friend! and he was a very interesting guy, with some strong beliefs. he wasn't some criminal mastermind! all he did was keep to himself. and that, as they confidently declared, wasn't a crime.

but you had reason to not believe X, after all, it wasn't them at the receiving end of a laser focused gaze and a creepy smile. (it scared you so much that you ran home and ordered a burglar-proof lock for your door the same night) and it also wasn't them who sat down across from you while you were having your breakfast in the café nearby. anyone would have been better than who it was.

"hello," fyodor waves a fork at you, his fingers positioned gracefully on the silver cutlery (and of course, you think bitterly, he was evil and beautiful. just your luck), "i hope you can spare me a few minutes."

he wasn't asking, but you melted at his soft tone. for all people loved to talk about him, why hadn't they mentioned how hard it was to take your eyes off him? awkwardly, you take another bite of your food, nodding at him.

he asks you about X, though it's more of an interrogation disguised as casual conversation. he easily waves around his fork, smiles at you with an unnerving expression, and stares at you a little too long. by the end of it, your food is finished and his fork is placed neatly back onto the table and you've sustained no injuries. better yet, he finally seems to have (reluctantly) removed your name from his hit list.

what you weren't expecting was for him to start seeking you out. you get strange looks when fyodor waits outside your workplace with an umbrella—your umbrella—leaving you with no choice but to walk with him unless you wanted to get home soaked. he lists off X's habit and asks you to add on to his list, ignoring your reply of "that's just creepy". he tells you that he wants to respect X's privacy by not using cameras to spy on them so will you answer him or should he use the cameras? and what else could you do then?

at the very least, he didn't seem serious about attempting to kidnap or imprison X. he seemed fascinated by them, if anything. like he was...studying them. being with him wasn't as bad as you'd though, no matter how much you hated to admit it, despite the foundation of this friendship was built on how amusing he found X. if he was in a particularly good mood, he'd even offer to help you out with your struggles in the pursuit of love. his ideas, however, were all sure to land you behind bars with a retraining order to boot. when you voiced your opinion to him, he only smiled and told you that he knew a thing or two about breaking out of a prison cell, much like he was recalling upon a fond memory.

the only good thing about this strange arrangement was that fyodor was really nice to look at. there was something mesmerizing about his every action, even the slight quirk of his lips or the way his hair fell on his forehead. the ease with which he slipped on his hat (which, by the way, what was with all his not-weather-appropriate clothing? was he not sweating?), and the commanding air around him. so while he spoke seriously about X and his distaste for most of the human population, you tuned him out and focused on admiring his pretty eyes and how his lips wrapped around his fork and—ugh, you were starting to sound as creepy as him. but honestly, you had a feeling he already knew that you found him attractive. fyodor was far too good at reading people, far too perceptive to let something as obvious as your attraction to him slip.

your mistake was foolishly believing that you'd be safe as long as you didn't act on those feelings.

it felt strange, however, when he started reaching your usual table first, having already asked for your go-to meal and watching with thinly veiled delight as you stared down at the hot plate. and it's your coworkers now that get stared at, your friends who get the silent threat of a fork pressed against smooth skin, and you that everyone whispers that fyodor dostoevsky is taken with.

the meaning behind his increasingly strange behaviour doesn't really hit you, not until you've bumped into X again, who you haven't seen around in a while.

"i see that you and fyodor are becoming good friends now," they grin, "i'm almost jealous of how quickly you warmed up to him."

long fingers reach to caress your cheek before a perfectly poised hand places itself on your shoulder. fyodor's unmistakable voice replies in your stead.

"we're friends? is that what you've heard?" fyodor dips his head down to lock eyes with yours, "why don't you correct them about that, darling?"

you should have trusted sigma when he told you that nikolai gogol was bad news. as he clarified, so bad that, coincidentally, the ministry of justice hq was moved away at least by two states when nikolai came to visit.

but how were you to know that he was in love with one of your acquaintances? and how were you to know that his idea of love was this frightening? just when you were making your way back after a lukewarm conversation about work with X, you were slammed up against the wall by a person with a top hat and a coat and an honestly terrifying expression. then nikolai, as he later introduced himself, started grilling you with questions, ruthlessly asking about why you were with X and why did they smile at you and where does your family live, after which he happily told you about his many previous experiences with torture and how he would love to show you.

you're not sure what convinced him to let you go, whether it was your trembling legs or your teary promises that you had no interest in X in that way, but here you were now—alive, terrified, and offered the position of 'magician's assistant' (though the magician himself refused to tell you why the position was open for so long) and all it took to land the increasingly strange job was to talk to X and listen to nikolai threaten to torture you in graphic detail.

(among all the crazy people you had seen around here—that so-called 'world's best detective' who snatched your bag of candy right from your hands, that other person who started doing push-ups in the middle of the road, and someone giggling holding a bag of lemons by the port—you thought that nikolai definitely fit right in. not that you were going to tell him that)

while the position wasn't exactly what you wanted, nor were you too keen on spending more time around nikolai, something about the glint in his uncovered eye and the hand gripping your shoulder told you that you really wouldn't want to reject his offer. contrary to what you may have assumed, assisting nikolai only meant becoming a partner to his criminal activity, which revolved around stalking X, talking to them to find out all the information nikolai can't get by stalking them, and stalking them even more to find out any more details that neither of you could get. (you've considered helping out as much as you can, leaving hints in the form of obscure drawings of nikolai and danger symbols, but later, when you catch sight of X waving to him, you realize the message did not come across the way you intended it to)

fortunately for them, (and for you. at least now, you won't be behind bars for assisting in abduction) nikolai seems to have no interest whatsoever in pursuing them any further. sure, he keeps books filled with information about X, and buys their favorite drink alongside his order, but he doesn't seem to want to do anything more.

while you could care less about why he does whatever he's doing, already chalking it all up to the fact that he was off his rockers, nikolai decides to enlighten you all the same. when he excitedly rambles on and on about freedom and feelings and why X must now die, you pretend to listen, never actually telling him that nothing he said made any sense to you. still, after insisting that he won't be very free behind bars either and that if he really didn't want to be tied down by his feelings, he should actually distance himself from them instead, it appeared that you finally got him to understand, and he hesitantly agreed to listen.

for the most part, everything is great after that. your life returns to normal, with no top hat wearing, cane wielding magician in the vicinity, and no more having to invade someone's privacy. and it was great! really! even if it was a little bit boring without nikolai's spontaneous plans (maybe that time in the amusement park was pretty fun, even if the only reason you had to go was because X was going there with someone else, much to nikolai's horror). there was something both unsettling and addictive about the crazy adventures nikolai swept you on, though it was for the best that he disappeared.

but then nikolai came back…acting a little odd.

his clinginess and a sudden desire for physical affection set off alarms in your head, though he acted like this was perfectly normal. at first, you told yourself that this must be some new jealousy plot—maybe he got this idea from a tv show he watched over his 'break', but he hadn't asked you if you wanted to be part of this ploy (not that he ever did, really).

and your suspicions only grew when he refused to let up on the act, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. his trips with you became increasingly frightening, and his grip on you increasingly tighter. he takes his new position by your side, not at all focused on X anymore, and instead observes you with the same look that was fixated on X not too long ago.

it only hits you that you've become his new target when you find yourself tied up to a chair, with him seated right in front of you with his face up to yours. the exact scenario you convinced him not to put X through.

"your advice sucks, by the way," he pouts, "i tried staying away but i couldn't stop thinking of you! don't be too upset, alright? we can have even more fun now that we're together!"

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Can I have a one-shot with a y!listener and Charlie

Mine mine mine.

Casper gripped their switch blade while Charlie tried to speak to a customer. The fucking bitch was flirting with THEIR man! The blonde looked back at them and loudly said in the shop.

"Ma'am either order a pizza or please leave. I'm happily taken." Annoyance was clear in his voice and face. But the woman just continued to try and convince him to go out with her. Casper was imagining the ways to kill this fucking tramp.

It seems Pete saw what they were holding in their pocket because he hurried to intervene. He saw what the two meant to each other and knows that Casper is willing to do anything for Charlie to feel comfortable or safe.

"Oi, get the fuck outta my shop or I'm throwin' your ass out." Barking out the older man crossed his arms giving the lady a stern glare. He usually always says the costumer was right but Pete knows when to put his foot down. He fucking better grab that fucking bitch or else Casper was going to cut up her face.

"Fine! But sweet baby boy come find me if you change your mind! Or if that crazy bastard over there dumps you!" Sweetly saying the lady gives Charlie a card. Casper shoots up from out of their seat and Pete pushes the lady out quickly. Stalking to their partner Casper rips up the card cursing out the ladies existence.

"I should have fucking grabbed her!" Jaw clenched hard they bit their lip to calm down, but a hand touched their face. It was Charlie who looked worried for them, looking at the blood spilling from their lip.

"Cas, don't do that your gonna hurt yourself babe!" The blonde's eyebrows crease with worry. Causing Casper to stop and smile at him all lovingly. Charlie was too nice to people like that because he didn't want to cause a problem.

"I'm fine, love. You know I've done worst." Both knew what the crazy one out of the two meant. Casper had always done something worst when it came to them getting angry. Hearing this Pete told Charlie to just go home, since he had to deal with a harassment from a customer and he didn't get involved quicker.

When getting to Casper's house Charlie went to bed first after eating a good meal with Casper. Said partner grabbed black clothing and tools to help them hunt someone. It's been a while since they've done this so maybe it'll be fine if they lash out once.

The lady, Iris, was walking down an alley way trying to get to her apartment. Something behind her fell, it sounded like a metal can turning around she glared at the can rolling. In return she rolled her eyes and continued, nothing happens in these alley ways so why is she feeling the sense she's being watched?

"Boo." Turning quickly she saw a bat a inch away from her face. The next second she was knocked out, black spots filled her vision as she saw the person from he pizza join crouching before her. Their eyes looked wild and she started to cry, she really shouldn't have tried to push that blonde at the counter.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick if I'm not angry when I gut you." Giggling manically Casper gripped her hair and began to go to their car. Throwing the door open they chucked her in it and tied her tightly before driving to the location they used for things like this. Hopefully this'll be over before Charlie wakes up in the morning, if not they'll just say there was a flower they had to pluck for him.

[sissylittlefeather]

It's time for a new series! Introducing:

This is the Story

A/N: This is my first experiment with an OC! Her name is Grace Dubois (doo-bwah) and she's a writer and single mom of 6-year-old Wendy. I hope you all love her! The story takes place in 1973. I don't want to say much more and give anything away!

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: not really any yet. There's some cussing and smoking. This'll heat up eventually. I promise.

Song inspiration:

Here we go...

Grace is half asleep in the meeting with her editor. Her daughter, Wendy, was up sick all night and she didn't get much rest. But the editor doesn't really care. He expects her to function at 100% no matter what's going on at home, and usually she can manage, but today is a struggle.

"I need you to do the Elvis Presley book."

Surely, she didn't hear that correctly.

"I'm sorry; you want me to do what?"

"You're going to ghost write the Elvis book. No one else wants it. And there's agreement from the higher ups that he might respond better to a woman." She rolls her eyes. She's always getting assignments that are supposed to be better for a woman. Just once, she wants to be assigned based on her abilities and not what's between her legs.

"No, Frank, I'm not doing it. I need time to finish the novel you originally hired me for. I don't have time to follow a washed-up rock star around."

"That's too bad because I've already told them you're doing it."

"Frank, what the fuck?" She doesn't have the energy to hold back her anger. And she's known Frank long enough to know he knew she'd be mad.

"I'm sorry, kid. They think this'll be a real money maker and somebody has to do it."

She rubs her temples and closes her eyes for a second. It's no use arguing at this point. Not if he's told the big bosses that she'd do it.

"How long is it going to take?"

"He's in Vegas now. They want you to follow him until he goes back to Vegas in January." She glances at the calendar on the wall. It's August 6th.

"You want me to follow him around until January?!"

"It's what they want, sweetheart. You're going to be at their beck and call until this is done."

"Fucking great." She says under her breath. Hopefully, the nanny can travel with her to what she assumes will be Vegas and then Tennessee.

"When do I start?"

"They need you in Vegas this weekend."

"FRANK. IT IS TUESDAY."

"I'm sorry; you know how these kinds of things go." She huffs and gets up out of the chair to walk out.

"Grace, just be careful. He's apparently pretty difficult to work with. Keep your distance." Frank looks at her softly. He's been somewhat of a father figure to her since she started at the company.

"Oh, don't worry." She says as she walks out. "I want nothing to do with Elvis Presley."

******

"You're doing the book, my boy." Colonel Parker says firmly. Elvis slams his Pepsi on the table.

"No, I'm not." He glares at the Colonel.

"This will make it snow for a long time to come, boy."

"I don't care. I'm not telling some stranger about my personal life. It ain't happenin'." They stand in opposition for a while. Elvis knows he will eventually give in because he trusts the Colonel to make the business decisions, but he wants it known that he is not a fan of this idea.

"Can I at least bring the ghost writer in for you to meet? It might change your mind."

"Fine. I'll meet the guy. But this doesn't mean I'll do it." The Colonel walks out to the little lobby where Grace is sitting and asks her to follow him.

Elvis is looking out the window thinking about what it would mean to have someone write about him. There is so much going on in his life right now that he doesn't want the public to know. Telling it all to some stuck up, big city guy in a suit is about the last thing he wants to do.

"Here is the ghost writer." The Colonel says to get him to turn around. He does and has to hide his shock.

She's a woman.

And not just a woman. An attractive woman. Maybe a little old for his taste, and probably married, but it'll be nice to have something to look at through this ridiculous experience. He's thankful for his sunglasses as he runs his eyes over her from top to bottom, taking her in. Her almost-black hair is tied up with a forgotten pen shoved in the top of it and her black-rimmed glasses make him think of a librarian. She'd be more attractive if she'd unbutton the top few buttons on her shirt and reveal more of her olive skin, but he likes the way her brown pencil skirt hugs her hips. He also can't help but notice her calves and ankles, wishing he could see the rest of her legs and feet without the heels she's wearing.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Presley." She extends her hand to him awkwardly.

"Oh, you can call me Elvis, honey." He puts on his normal charm and takes her hand.

"Please don't call me honey. My name is Grace Dubois." He's a little caught off guard by her chill and he pulls his hand back quickly. He's not used to women who don't fall into giggles or tears or screams in his presence.

"Okay, Grace Dubois. So you want to write a book about me?"

"Not particularly. But it's what I've been assigned to do." He suppresses a chuckle. He likes her spunk, but he's still annoyed at the idea of her writing about him.

"Come sit with me. Let's get to know each other before I agree to do anything." He walks over to a little couch and pats the seat beside him. She sits in another chair on the other side of him instead. He sighs and turns to face her. Her attitude was cute at first but now he's getting irritated by her refusal of him.

"If you're gonna be learnin' all the intricate details of my life, I think I'm entitled to some information about you too."

"What do you want to know?" She answers curtly, hoping he won't ask too much.

"Well, are you married?" He doesn't see a ring on her finger, so he has to ask.

"No."

"Divorced?"

"No."

"How old are you?" Now she's getting really annoyed and he can tell.

"I'm 35, but I'm not sure that's pertinent to our task here, Mr. Presley." She's older than she looks. He would've guessed somewhere between 27-30.

"Call me Elvis, please. I'm just tryin' to gather some background information. Wait, you're 35 and you've never been married? What's wrong with you?" Her eyes flash with anger and her cheeks turn red. He realizes he's gone too far, but it's too late now.

"What's wrong with me? I've been focused on my career. You married a girl 9 years younger than you. What's wrong with you?" She asks, crossing the line with him too. He feels his anger rising as well.

"There ain't nothin' wrong with me, honey. You're the one that's been too busy workin' and actin' like a man to find one!" Her mouth drops open. He instantly regrets saying it when he sees that her eyes get glassy and wet.

"I don't think this is going to work out, Mr. Presley." She stands up and turns to walk out.

"Call me Elvis, please." He curses under his breath when he realizes she's headed to the door. "Wait, honey don't leave, I'm sorry."

"Don't call me honey, Elvis!" She turns back to him and hollers as she opens the door. She slams the door and he hangs his head and sighs deeply. The Colonel is not going to be pleased.

******

What an unimaginable ass. Once the door is closed, she stands in the little lobby breathing heavily and trying to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. She always cries when she's mad and it drives her crazy. Colonel Parker comes around the corner when he hears that she's walked out.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. He's an asshole." She knows she shouldn't say it, but she's still pretty worked up. The Colonel sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry. I'll talk to him."

"Do whatever you want. I'm leaving. I'll send a new author as soon as possible." She gathers her purse and heads for the elevator. They've paid for her to stay here at the International, so she heads straight to her room.

She left Wendy at home with the nanny while she's in Vegas for now, so it's just her in the suite. When she gets there, she kicks off her shoes and lays down on the big bed. She finally lets the tears from the afternoon fall, getting makeup all over the pillowcase. But she doesn't care. She just wants to go home.

******

"What did you do to her?" The Colonel hisses.

"Nothing! I just... I asked why she wasn't married."

"My boy, how is that any of your business?"

"If she's gonna ask me a bunch of questions and follow me around, I should get to know about her."

"That is not how this works." Elvis nods his head. He knows he's messed this up. He thinks about her dark eyes and how they were full of tears when she left him. He didn't mean to make her cry.

"I'll fix it. I'll get her back here and do the damn book." The Colonel smiles and claps him on the back.

"I knew you would, my boy!" Elvis drops into the chair she had been sitting in and looks out the window again.

******

When she wakes up the next morning, Grace's plan is to head straight for the airport and get the hell out of this town. Instead, there's a knock on the door. When she opens it, all she sees are flowers. The hotel attendant can barely carry the vase as he stumbles in and sets it on the table in her room. It's an obscenely large arrangement. He laughs.

"Someone has an admirer." She gives him a couple of dollars as a tip and he ducks out of the room. She most certainly does not have an admirer, so she grabs the card quickly and rips it open.

"I'm sorry. Please come back.

- Mr. Presley"

She rolls her eyes. Surely he doesn't think this will work. Then again, it would be easier to just do the job than to try to argue with Frank or the higher ups about why she won't.

And it is the slightest bit charming that he signed it "Mr. Presley" after their conversation yesterday.

Maybe she'll just let him call her honey.

******

There's a soft knock on the door and Elvis gets up and walks to it, opening it slowly. He was hoping it would be her, for his own sake, after he promised the Colonel he would fix it.

He takes her in again as she walks past him. Same hair and glasses, no pen this time, but she has on light blue bell-bottom dress pants and a pinstriped button down with the sleeves rolled up. Again, he wishes she'd undo the top buttons and kick her shoes off, but he's not sure why. She is not his type at all.

"So you decided to come back." He says it playfully, trying not to push her too hard.

"I did. My editor didn't give me a choice." She lies a little, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "Thank you for the flowers."

"You're welcome hon- uh I-I mean, Grace." She actually smiles at him and he's a little stunned, both by the fact that she smiled and how beautiful she is when she does.

"I was rude yesterday. I shouldn't've asked those damn questions."

"It's nothing. Let's just try to start over." He nods and sits down in a chair, gesturing for her to sit in the other one. He knows better than to attempt the couch this time. She sits in the chair and pulls a small notepad from her bag. She reaches up to her hair to grab the pen but it's not there.

"Ah, damn." He suppresses a chuckle at the endearing scene and reaches over to the table and grabs a pen that's sitting there. He hands it to her and she clicks it, ready to take notes. They both sit in silence for a bit.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say here." He opens his hands awkwardly like he has nothing to offer.

"Well, start with telling me why you want to have this book written."

"I don't."

"Okay. Well, what are you trying to say with the book? What message do you want to send?"

"No message. I don't want the damn thing written at all." She sighs and puts the pen down, looking up at him.

"Then what are we doing here, Elvis?"

"Hey! You called me Elvis." He smiles warmly, and for the first time, she notices that he's actually quite handsome. She shakes her head a little and tries to refocus.

"I was brought here to write some kind of book about you. I doubt they're going to let me leave until I do. So you're going to have to tell me what you want it to say." He turns and looks out the window, not sure what to do. He knows he's going to have to tell her something, he's just not sure what. Should he talk about Vegas? Priscilla? The international tour that might never happen?

She's surprised by how quiet he is when it comes time to talk about himself. She figured he was arrogant enough to have no trouble gushing about how great he is. But this is something different. He seems almost shy.

"How about this: start at the beginning. Just tell it to me like a story and I'll ask questions when I need clarification."

"At the beginning? You want to know about all that?"

"I'm not a journalist, Elvis. I'm not here to print your dirty secrets in as few words as possible. I'm an author. I want to tell your whole story in a way that lets people know you the way you want to be known."

He searches her face for evidence of manipulation or mockery and finds only sincerity. That's something he's not used to in the slightest.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"You obviously don't like me. Why do you care what story I tell?" This is a deeper conversation than she expected from a washed-up rock star.

"Because I'm an artist, Elvis. When you do a show, even one you don't necessarily want to do, you do it well don't you?" He nods.

"I know what you're sayin'." There's a strange moment of connection and understanding between the two of them, maybe even mutual respect.

He takes his sunglasses off and pulls a cigarillo out of his pocket.

"Is this going to bother you?" He asks as he lights it.

"Not as long as this doesn't bother you." She takes a cigarette out of her purse and leans forward for him to light it. Then, she picks up the pen to take notes again.

"I recorded my first song for personal use. I never intended to release anything..."

******

Stay tuned for chapter 2!

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Taglist:

@ccab @elvisfatass @elvisalltheway101 @ashtag6887 @aliypop @your-nanas-house

Want to be tagged for this series? Let me know!

[lazy-cat13]

I'll post the Invi and Ash connection tomorrow

Day 4: Dreams.

This'll be my first fanfic I think wish me luck

Black=Ash

Red= brain

Pink= Ash's chirithy

Orange=brains chirithy

Cursing (rarely)

The two hold hands and hug, but it's platonic. They're besties.

I did my best don't judge

@khoc-week

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(Ash pov) It's a peaceful sunny morning in Daybreak Town. No Lux collecting this morning, nothing big. Just me and Brain going out to get croissants and cocoa like any other day. Hopefully it's like this for the rest of the day, I don't really want to get caught in a fight. It's coming too common and it's too hard to ignore now.

"You seem stressed." A voice startles me.

"ACK! wudduya want?!"

"Jeez, relax, just me." Oh. Just Brain.

"Sorry, just scared me. . ." I tuck my hands into the pockets of my sweater.

"Eh, don't worry about it. Seriously though, you're really tense, something is bothering you."

Yeah. . . Something is, but I don't wanna stress him out too much. There's already so many things going on, street fights, a war between unions, joining the Dandelions, don't want to add another thing on his plate. . .

"Nothing! Don't worry about it!" I smile trying to hide any sign of stress.

"uhh huhhh. . . We're gonna have to talk about this later then. . ."

"ugh, fine. Let's get food first."

We enter Fountain Square (that's what I like to call it not sure if that's the cannon name) just to see another fight start to break out.

"shiiittt. . ." We both say in unison.

I shakingly put on my headphones to block out some sounds. While Brain tips his fadora

Don't involve me, Don't involve me, Don't involve me, Don't involve me. . .

My breathing picks up.

Brain says something but it's muffled by the headphones. Then he grabs my hand and power walks through the streets of Daybreak Town.

We walk into an alleyway away from people, and he pulls off my headphones.

"It's alright now. . . We're away from crowds. . . Breathe. . ."

I sat down on a box, breathing slowling, but my foot starts to tap vigorously.

A feline wearing headphones poofs next to me.

"Ash! There you are! I've been looking for you back at the apartment!" Oh. It's Chir

"oh no! What happened?!" She runs over to me and sits on my lap giving me a hug.

"well, we were on the way to the cafe, then we ran into a street fight that was going to break out, and we got outta there as quickly as we could. They've been off all day"

"you've been having that dream again, haven't you Ashy?"

"yeah. . ." I finally answer

"Dream?" Brain tilts his head.

Chiri turns around "they've been having a lot of bad dreams lately, waking up crying in fear. . ."

I look away

Great. . . Now he's gonna be stressed. . .

Brain sighs "how 'bout we talk about this after we get something to eat. . . Sound good?"

"yeah. Can we try avoiding crowds?"

" 'course. And we can get our chirithys a sweet treat too." He smiles at chiri

"Woo! Chocolate croissants!" Chiri jumps in excitement.

I giggle a little "all right let's go."

He gives a soft smile "if you need anything, remember we're here for you."

"yeah, yeah. I know. . . Thank you."

"it's nothing. . . Let's go before anything else starts up."

We hold hands for comfort before getting to the cafe and we order some pastries and a cocoa for each of us. and we make our way to the hill. I carried the cocoas while Brain carried the pastry box. Once we made it to the top of the hill I handed him his cocoa while he handed me my croissant.

"chirithy!!"

"yeah Brain? Oh hi Ash!" I wave to his chirithy

"here chocolate croissant! Your favorite!" He tosses the feline a croissant

"Oh! Yummy! Thank you!" And they take a bite

"chiri! Croissant!"

Chiri poofs in my lap in excitement grabbing the croissant

"Thank you!!!"

"so. . . You gonna tell me about this nightmare?"

I take a sip of cocoa

". . . Well, it's about the war. . . I know it's gonna happen but. . . I don't want it to, so I keep having nightmares about being a part of it. Getting killed by someone I might know, don't know, or a union leader. . . Hundreds of deaths, keyblades everywhere. Every dream is a little different , whether I live or die, who I die from, what side I'm on. It's like I'm someone else Everytime. . . It's just scary!" Tears start welling up.

"sh, sh, shhh, it's alright. . . It's just a dream, remember. . ." He brings them In for a hug "chiri, how long has this been happening?"

"past week. . ." She puts down her croissant and joins the hug. Eventually brains chirithy joins too

Safe, I feel safe.

"how bout we stop by the book store on the way back?"

"heh, could always use another sketchbook."

"didn't you get one last week?"

"already filled it."

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"I 'unno." I shove a half eaten croissant in my mouth

"HEY! IS THAT MY CROISSANT?!"

"yep."

Brain reaches and steals my croissant that was sitting on a plate

"hey!-"

"oi, you're one to talk, you just stole mine!"

End.

It's 2Am and hopefully I don't cringe at it when I wake up, this can also count under connection .

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 40- Part 9

Yeah, totally, in-character Xera is 100% down to throw hands with more Meteors, but I am still feeling very uncertain about all this! Can I go to the PC yet!?

Oooh, I'm worried about how them splitting up will play into it, I don't think I like that! I'm still worried!

There are no promises in war, lady!!

Can I switch my team around now? Can I- I can't move Xera, is this still a cutscene-? Oh no-

You!? YOOOOOUUU!!!

Good! I should've had Xera beat you up at Yureyu when she had the chance! This'll make up for it!! You charlatan, you absolute fool! Interrupting my Gym challenge! Xera's gonna steal your bones!!

Oh yeah, calling the living beings “property”, you're really convincing everyone you have their best interests in mind!

Sirius? So he did survive that explosion…? Well, hopefully Saphira will make him regret it…

Good luck with that, there's an Elite Four member up there-

Well, this is not the battle I trained these guys for, but…at least they're unintentionally overleveled. Unfortunately, leaving Bloom out like this is a bad idea, so let's switch to Jack. He's not only a Ghost-type, but Musharna can't put him to sleep thanks to Insomnia!

Oh, that's- hm. Well…Jack's pretty bulky, so maybe it'll be fine? Should I take a turn setting up Leech Seed, or should I just go for Shadow Ball…? Let's…see what Shadow Ball does.

Oh, Psyshock didn't do much to Jack at all! I think that means it's safe to set up Leech Seed after all!

…Lucky shot.

Well, it sucks that half my team members are weak to Psychic-types, so…who to send in…probably Riptide.

Crunch ought to finish the job, and he can probably survive Psyshock too.

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[pokege-ne-project]

~Star Sending 2023~

Looks like today’s the day!

With a bit of help on where to go and who to look out for, it was finally time. Hopefully it sufficed that these items were found at the building they were sleeping. Even with this, were they actually doing this all right?

"Would it be appropriate to just drop these items off?" One had a pit in one's stomach.

"I don't think so. But if they're nice but don't like what they have, I don't mind just giving them something else-"

"Ya think that's gonna work now??? Still, how the hell we know if we picked out the right stuff or not? Shadow, ya sure that book thing ain't full of shit?"

"Don't worry, it isn't! That dictionary wouldn't have lied about what we looked up, I'm sure this'll be fine!" It was somewhat of a miracle she found one of those earlier. It was probably the main reason half of the list made sense.

The four eventually approached with what they had.

"... Soooooooo. Who's t'first sacrifice?"

"Uh- I'll do it!" For the sake of not singling anyone out, Shadow takes it upon herself to start out. She cleared her throat a bit to prepare to talk to the unfamiliar human.

“Hiya!” She excitedly waved to her while hiding the gift behind her.

“I didn’t know there were fancy writing sets like this, this is really cool! I don’t really know how to make anything right now, but this should work!" Shadow thought about the dictionary from earlier, which without she wouldn't understand what was asked. "By the way, would you mind if I asked what you like to use this for?” Shadow was particularly curious, and this person looks like she wouldn’t mind talking about it, hopefully.

Wesn’s turn!

“Oh, hi, Indigo! I wanted to give this to you!”

“Unfortunately I didn’t know where to get what you exactly wanted, but…

Luckily we found this! There was a picture on the wall that showed one of these being used to store a lot of brushes. I hope you like it! If you don’t, I can try to find you something else!”

Next, while Neo-Ka was hesitant to walk up, eventually they did so. Eventually.

“Yo. Lizzy, right?”

“So, y’know how many can show up on those docks in the city? Whenever those bigger waves show up, it looks like a big ol’ mess.” The Eevee shuddered a bit. “Anyway, er, hope ya don’t have any of these yet. Somethin’ like that.”

Meanwhile, “Alright, just come along and be polite…” Hope eventually steeled one’s nerves enough to approach Magby. "Hello..."

“I was lucky with this, it was near the door where we sleep. This reminds me of someone I knew that did the same thing… Still, the blanket hopefully works too, it should be nice and warm.”

This was their first time with something like this, especially with new folks. Worry and optimism lingered that the gifts were what they'd like.

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Happy Holidays, @breed-station! I hope you like it!! I enjoyed drawing these characters alot!

[uglytsumugi12]

band bb 【ep 1】

♢ characters: yuuta, nagisa

♢ season: winter

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Yuuta: Huh!? Really..?

I mean, when we were there--Well, maybe that's true, but… such helplessness… it's…

--Oh? That's what the project is?

That sounds amazing! I'm sure this'll be a lot of fun. Many people will gather together, too ♪

Ahh, I see. So that's what you meant by "thing to be done."

Ahaha, yes. That's fine. Yes, with Aniki too.

Huh? Isn't that normal? Your worries are my worries after all.

It's all good, no worries. I'm sure Aniki thinks the same as me.

Yep, yep. Alright, I'll contact you again once I've talked about this with Aniki. Seeya~a.

…..

Nagisa: …Yuuta-kun. Is something wrong?

Yuuta: Huh-? Oh, was I speaking too loud on the phone? I'm sorry. I hope I didn't interrupt your reading.

Nagisa: …Not really. I wasn't really interested in your phone call. You just sounded really serious, and it troubled me… Sorry if it seemed like I was eavesdropping.

Yuuta: Ahh, is that so? Well, it's not that big of a deal either way. It's just.. important to me, I guess.

Well, in fact-- There's a music club that seems to be having financial difficulties right now… This club had helped me and my brother in the past.

Nagisa: …Helped you?

Yuuta: Yes. They let us work here as a part-time job.

Nagisa: …Huh. Well, I see, but…

…I thought you worked at a chinese restaurant?

Yuuta: Precisely! Although, that job was mostly to help out the person who's been taking care of me since I was little.

And besides that, I was also working in multiple part-time jobs back then.

We wanted to promote 2wink to the world but money was always pretty tight.

Not many people accept high schoolers to work at their place. But since it was a live music club, we were allowed to play for the audience from time to time.

This is how they helped us in our career.

Nagisa: …Hmph. I can't believe you had to work so hard everyday. That must've been really harsh on you, you poor thing.

…I've read in a book that a child in such situation is called a "self-supported student."

Yuuta: What?! No no, hey, I didn't tell you that for you to pity me.

That's how it is for every normal student. They go to school, work in part-time jobs, and so on.

Though I can understand you might not get much about that, since you grew up in a rich family.

Nagisa: …Really?

Yuuta: Mhm. It's part of a normal student's daily life to do schoolwork and work hard on part-time jobs too.

Well, that music club has been having financial difficulties recently, and it might close down if things keep going downhill.

That's why they'll be organizing a live perfomance to hopefully save the situation¹.

They asked us, 2wink, to participate in it.

Nagisa: …I see. So that was indeed a serious matter. That sounds like a difficult situation to handle.

Yuuta: Hmm~… Well, it will be difficult, but not that difficult at the same time…

Nagisa: …Are you sure? I can understand it's hard to say no when an acquaintance asks for your help. Jun-kun is often in trouble since he has a hard time saying no².

Yuuta: Eh? We have no intention of turning this proposition down, though. 2wink will participate in this live event!

Nagisa: …Huh?

Yuuta: ..Well- I haven't talked about it to Aniki yet, but I'm sure he'd love to participate either way.

Ah, I should probably report that to the vice president³ just in case, right~? I'll go tell him tomorrow.

Nagisa: …Um. I'm not sure if you guys will get to participate at all.

Yuuta: Eh?

Nagisa: …I don't think Ibara-- I mean, the agency, will approve of this.

Yuuta: Eeh? Why not? I don't think this live event will be a problem.

I participated in a lot of events like this one when I was in school, after all.

--Oh, I get it!

Ran-senpai, did you think I was going to tell the vice president "I want to make this event an ES job"?

Ahaha, I wouldn't do such a thing-- …Aniki probably would, though.

You know I'm only just a newbie in this agency, so I promise I won't speak thoughtlessly.

We'll only perfom as volunteers in this event during our days off ♪ I just want to return the favor to people who have helped me in the past.

And to be able to help someone by singing or performing… That's the whole essence of being an idol, isn't that right~?

Nagisa: …I see. You are really youthful. Are you so reckless that you're turning blind, too?

Yuuta: Hey, please stop treating me like a child and making fun of me. You're only two years older than me, you know?

Nagisa: …No. I wasn't making fun of you.

…Rather, I want to support you. I was talking about your potential. Only someone who's reckless and perseverant can achieve great success.

Yuuta: .. I don't really get what you're saying, but I still feel like you're making fun of me.

ー 1- here the term used is more "recover from a hopeless situation" or sth but i wasnt sure ab the phrasing sos 2- the term here is "taking the easy way out" which means well to accept doing sth without considering the responsibility behind it…like having trouble to say no to sth. its stated good natured people will do that by reflex awh jun :(( 3- this is what yuuta calls ibara btw

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"Say what now?" Taurie asked, looking startled at the news. His confusion turned to denial and he shook his head in frustration. "No...no...that can't be it. Ah ain't some herd animal and-knock it off!" He growled, looking back at his traitorous hips. They had resumed their rolling without his notice.

He'd been through several heats with Dell of course. But thinking despite his careful calculations and planning his body had gone on to betray him was humiliating. He felt like a simple minded animal.

The covers were pulled over his head again in frustration(and to block some of that sweet aroma coming from his lover).

"Base of mah skulls achin some...but it's fine." He mumbled. The bundle of squirming blankets wriggled to allow Taurie to lean against Dell for comfort.

"Maybe once all the alcohols gone from mah system this'll go away? Maybe it's just makin things harder than they really are." He said hopefully.

A throb to his loins reminded him some things were already hard. He'd heard jokes about screwing holes into ones mattress but at this point it didn't seem so far fetched... He felt so incredibly pent up despite his earlier orgasm. His balls ached, feeling heavier than normal and downright sore. His confused biology, perhaps placated somewhat by the earlier breeding, was switching gears from the needy heifer to the horny stud.

Feeling a little lightheaded from lack of fresh air Taurie finally came back out, resting his head on Dells knee. Looking up at the man he pictured that dump truck of an ass, how nice it'd be to sink his teeth into before mounting the Texan and claiming him...

He gulped.

"You got any ideas on how we could soundproof this place? Least muffle things... Kinda hard for me to think right now." He admitted bashfully, "Not with somethin so gorgeous sittin next to me. Hell....ah wanna fuck ya... Dammit, ah need to, Dell."

“Alright, safe word is Spook, no more than two friendly shoulder pats a day and no stories about killing, maiming, arson, or unethical procedures or anything that I couldn’t tell Dolly Parton.” Dell continued to mumbled nervously as he continued to “look” for something in his pack.

He wasn’t sure of bringing the wedding ring was a good idea, the closer they got the more he was compelled to check and make sure it was still there, and it wasn’t even like he was going to ask until they were well on their way back.

After finishing reciting the rules for what felt like the 100th time in the past ten minutes Dell finally stopped and nodded to himself just as he pasted a sign confirming they were but 5 minutes away.

Seeing this Dell felt his panic welling back up but this time for a different reason. “Pull over somewhere secluded, I want to kiss ya one more time… again.”

Taurie couldn't help the amused smirk that rested on his face as he listened to Dell nervously talk himself through the rules the two of them had came up with. The longer they were in the truck the more restless Dell had become. Taurie couldn't deny his own nerves were making butterflies in his stomach, but being it was his own parents house helped.

"Sounds about right. We're just engineers that so happen to design and build weaponry." He nodded, chuckling as Dell asked him to pull over.

"Again? Ya act like ahm taken ya to death row, Dell." He teased, though Taurie did find a pull off that seemed empty.

He gave Dell a reassuring pat and offered his bottle of water after taking a quick sip. The air was hot and dry just as he'd remembered it.

"Try not to panic. Yer just a buddy that needed a break from work so ah let ya tag along." Taurie smiled, glancing around to confirm they were alone before leaning in to give his boyfriend another 'final' kiss, one of many over the past hour.

Patting Dells cheek he pulled back into the road. Taurie's excitement to see his family after being gone for several years outweighed his apprehension. After another minute or so of driving he nodded to the rolling pastures on the left side of the road.

"Property starts about out here. These fields are used later in the year, after the ones the cows are in now have grazed the grass short. Used to come out to the woods just yonder to explore when ah was little." He said, finger popping up from the steering wheel to point at a thicket of trees.

Looking over he lightly nudged Dell with his elbow, offering him a smile.

"Just breathe pardner. You've been through worse than this."

@dirty-dell

[icorro]

I heard its DHX media who's making the anime but they also made equestria girls. Hmmm idk what to think.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would yanderes Erasermic and Deku react to the reader saying that she’s never been to a dance or a prom before and she’s love to go for one? She just never had the chance like me *sigh* Unfortunately I can only day dream about proms and stuff like that since my school doesn’t organize things like that L

I'm so sorry to hear that darling anon

Ik recently a lot of things have been canceled and stuff

Hopefully this'll cheer you up

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⚠️[Warning: Light COVID-19 mention, yandere behavior, light mention of drugging, light mention of blackmailing, and mention of cults]⚠️

“I never got a chance to go to prom”

Midoriya “What?” He remembered that day in UA when he had worked up the courage all week only to find out you had been absent the entire month. He remembered looking for you there but to no avail; it wasn’t until years later after a date he’d find out what happened. “So you had to deal with a pandemic?” You chuckled looking off into the city you were sitting above. “More or less. Back home lots of stuff got cancelled including prom, my birthday, a literal funeral all for the safety of us all.” (Y/n) chuckled but it didn’t sound happy in fact if he looked closer he could see a stray teardrop cascade down your (s/t) cheek. You wiped it off looking him in his eyes as you told the lie you’ve been telling everyone, “I’m fine.”

After dropping you off at your home he got to thinking. How can he give you the thing you’ve always wanted? When he finally knew what he wanted he launched himself to a certain civilian’s house and his plan commenced.

The next date you agreed to had less than a strange start. He immediately put a blindfold over your eyes and drove long enough that you couldn’t hear the bustle of the city. Hearing the voice of some random person was what really scared you but before you could even protest you felt as though your soul was being pulled from your body. You could see again and feel that your body wasn’t as toned as it usually was. The ground looked closer, you felt weaker, and (b/p) was a lot smaller than usual. When you looked at your clothes they were dapper and daring. A completely different combination from your summer date outfit.

“W-what is going on?” Your voice? It was so childish…wait Izuku! You turned around and recognized the familiar structures of UA towering over you. The sweaty hand on your back earned a squeal from you only to realize the offending hand was none other than who you were searching for, Izuku. Not just Izuku but senior Izuku Midoriya who was still really awkward.

“H-hey (Y/n). I-i know you must be confused but I think if you go in there it might help me explain.” Breaking away from those nervously flicking emerald eyes you see the bedazzled entrance of the 500 building.

“Welcome Seniors t-to prom, Izuku?!”

You both walked in and were immediately met with the energy of just wanting to be free from the weight of school. You danced in the crowd and you ate at the food table. You spoke to the baby versions of your coworkers. When the final slow dance came along you looked to the nervous broccoli-haired boy who had followed you diligently through it all. Grabbing his fidgeting hands you put them on your shoulders and then you wrapped your own around his then-smaller waist.

“Y-y/n you-I think i’m supposed to hold y-you.”

You dipped him. He was so much lighter then. “Nope, I think this is just right.” You pecked his freckled cheek. “Thank you, Izuku.”

“Of course (Y/n). I love you.”

“I love you too. By the way, how in Valhalla is this happening?”

Izuku explained how a civilian who claimed to be indebted to him had a quirk that allowed people to go to a specific time in the past without consequence.

Long story short Deku is going to go through anything to give you this moment that you missed. Nothing is too much for his Honey, especially not threatening to blackmail a civilian with possible criminal ties. Nope. Nothing is too much for you

Erasermic- “We have something to show you.” You had mentioned in passing that your academy just didn’t do this kind of stuff on a whim. You weren’t expecting them to knit-pick everything you’ve said but they still surprise evrytime.

They told you to dress-up invititng you over to their secluded mansion. You had commented on the strange location but they assured you it was only because of their status as heroes. Forget that Shota Aizawa is an underground hero and that Hizashi Yamada wasn’t exactly known for his face in his radio show. It's to avoid paparazzi of course. Of course.

You walk in all done up expecting for them to take you somewhere but instead you find they’ve slicked back their hair, decorated the dining room, and have (f/f) on the table. You eat together and the focus is on you, as it usually is but this time was different. It was different when they turned on the music and had all of you dancing together. You swayed with Shota and then with Yamada, then stepped back and let them waltz before reaching out for you to join them. Eventually it’ll shift, Yamada changes the slow songs for something more upbeat and you two are just wildin. Even getting Shota to join in with you after enough convincing.

While dancing you break off for a bit, you’re tired. Reasonable, you’ve been partying like you didn’t have work tomorrow. You did. So as your eyes got droopy and your body got heavy you fought it. You were able to return and announce how you wanted to get home before midnight but when Yamada puckered his lip and Shota tilted his head you conceded to have one glass of celebratory champagne. One glass, turned to three, five glasses led to you tiredly cozying up to them both.

“We didn’t even have ta use the pills.”

“Lower it. You’re going to wake them.” He played with your hair as he himself started drifting off to sleep.

“Sorry….By any chance did you get my text?”

“The ones about them never going to an anime convention? Yes I got those.”

“So you’re not mad that I already bought tickets?”

“...”

“...”

“Let's just sleep for now, ok?”

“Fine.”

Bonus:

Muzan- He’s not going to answer you; he’ll curl his lip and look you up and down before walking away. Dude, literally lives in the Taisho period of Japan he’s not going to expect you to even have any real education. You are better off trying to console yourself without him because he doesn’t know anything about that and his ego is too big that he can’t bring himself to ask you. If he does realize that this is something really bothering you he’ll consider telling one of the upper moons to ask you. Most likely Douma who wants to satisfy his own curiosity as well. “(Y/n)-chan~(Y/n)-chan what's a prom?”

You’ll explain how its a high school event that commemorates seniority and the end of the year. An event while you dance and party. Getting an answer Douma suggests to his master that he should bring you to a festival his cult followers are organizing. Muzan will take him up on the offer bringing you with. A rare taste of fresh air for you as he makes you dress up and he escorts you through. You won’t make the connection that this is a replacement prom. It isn't until you are given a flower crown and called the prom (queen/king) that you do. You’ll thank him and he’ll pretend like he completely understands why you're so obsessed with such a weird tradition.

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Liar! I 15. profanity police

yn sighed as she rummaged through her closet, looking for something to wear that didn't scream: "I just got my heart broken by a pathological liar!" as ryujin had so kindly stated.

in all honesty, she didn't even want to leave the house, but her friends were insistent because apparently her getting fresh air would help her get over beomgyu, which she didn't believe but she didn't have the strength to fight them on it.

she had settled on a simple outfit, slowly treading down the stairs and opening the front door, being greeted by the sight of ryujin, yeji, jake and niki waiting for her.

"where are we going again?" she questioned, gazing at her friends as she awaited an answer.

ryujin answered without looking up from her phone.

"we're going to that coffee shop that you could not stop raving on about, and hopefully this'll cure you of your depression."

"I don't think that's how heartbreak works." jake quirked his brow in confusion.

ryujin rolled her eyes and starting making her way to the coffee shop, the other falling into step with her one by one.

"well, I don't remember asking what you think jake."

jake muttered something that sounded like "rude" under his breathe, earning him a smack from ryujin.

"you okay niki?" yn asked the boy, who seemed particularly antsy, playing with the collar of his shirt.

"yep, totally fine and totally not hid-" his sentence was cut off by a manicured hand covering his mouth.

"he's perfectly fine, isn't that right niki? don't say anything, just nod." yeji stated, not taking her hand off of nikis mouth.

yn was confused, but she shrugged off it nonetheless. it wasn't unusual for her friends to try to prank her, so she figured niki was about to spoil their whole plan, like when they though her a suprise party and he sent the invite to her to make sure she would like the colourscheme.

she smiled slightly at the memory, already feeling better than she did under the covers, listening to break up music from old disney movies.

maybe the whole fresh air thing wasn't complete bullshit.

yn opened the door to the shop, the bell ringing as she made her way inside. she was immediately met with the smell of freshly baked goods and coffee, almost putting her in a trance as a she made a beeline towards the queue.

a loud, very very familiar voice pulled her out of her coffee fueled hypnosis and she stopped abruptly, turning to face the right, just to make sure she wasn't having auditory hallucinations.

surely enough, there he was. sitting between an irritated yeonjun and a hyperactive hueningkai, there. he. was.

just as yeonjun pushed his head off of his shoulder, beomgyu looked up, and it was as if the lunch he had just eaten was begging to come back to the surface.

beomgyu and yn stared at each other, both equally shocked and wanting to sneak out through the nearest exit.

yn turned to his friends, taking in the either sheepish or completely evil looks on their faces. she then turned to her own friend group, who had all seemed to find the wallpaper and tiling of the store particularly interesting in that moment.

yn let out a bitter chuckle, shaking her head at how gullible she had been today.

those two-faced fuckers set me up.

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Brows gently creased as she told him she was cold and he could visibly see and hear that with the chattering of her teeth, weighing what he should do while his mind thought to lift a hand and place his heavy palm over her forehead. Chills and fever, hot to the touch and rosy tinged cheeks...looked like she needed another round of medicine. It had been hours, after all. Except this time she needed a fever reducer. "I'm fine here... I'll just get another blanket down for you and ibuprofen from the kitchen." he reassured, hand moved from her forehead and then his body turned, climbing out of the bed while moving his work from earlier he'd fell asleep on out of the way and going to the closet first. He opened it up, rummaging around in the dark before finding a folded quilt. Shutting the door back, the taller blond came back over and draped it over Vesta and her Mr. Hopps. "Hopefully this'll help until the medicine can kick in." Which, he's leaving now to go retrieve.

Even though Vesta tried to be quiet and inconspicuous, she couldn't stop shivering. Her face and head seemed to be on fire, while the rest of her body was ice cold. That could only mean a decently high fever and she was already annoyed by it. She had been home for a week with her cold and it had gotten significantly better in the last few days, so why was this happening now? Maybe it was just a fluke and she would wake up healthy again in the morning. Carefully, she scooted further away from her brother, so he would not wake from her shivering, but it didn't take him long to stir next to her. The bed was, after all, a little small for the both of them, so she didn't think that he had been particularly comfortable in the last few hours and probably only slept lightly.

"I'm cold", she whispered, teeth shattering, cheeks fiery red. It was summer outside and her room was not cold enough for anyone to shiver this violently, so Coryo most likely knew something was up immediately. Vesta clutched Mr. Hopps against her chest and tried to come up with an excuse, so that her brother would not get worried, but she came up short. "But it's not so bad. Maybe you should sleep in your bed, though." The last thing Vesta wanted was to get him sick as well, given how ambitious he was at the Academy and how much he hated missing lessons for nonsense like being ill. Vesta hated her body's weakness as well, but she couldn't do anything about it. Having another child during the Dark Days, when malnutrition and diseases had plagued the Capitol, had not been a good idea on her parents' side. Her mother had paid with her life for it and Vesta would as well, eventually.

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

writing request: Trucy Wright hears Apollo's ringtone and finds it cute (it's Lamirroir's theme)

Thank you for your request ✨

Being that I know who sent this anon, I feel comfortable mentioning that Lamiroir isn't a character I would exactly describe as my favourite. Her relationship to Apollo and Trucy as a mother is an element of AA4+ I don't enjoy. However – this might exactly be what makes this prompt interesting. I get to explore a facet of how Apollo and Trucy might feel about it, from my point of view, and think about ways in which I can make a part of the story I don't favour work positively for me.

Hopefully this'll be an enjoyable read to any AA fan, whether they like these characters most or not 👀

Fandom: Ace Attorney (AA4+) Characters: Apollo Justice, Trucy Wright

Sugar, Sugar... O that night, in your embrace... When you stole away the... nananaaah...

... "- Argh! My phone!" Unused to his own ring tone, Apollo was about to catch himself humming The Guitar's Serenade when he suddenly realises someone is calling him. Darting up from his seat, he looks all around the desk with an exaggeratedly panicked look on his face.

The desk is covered in files, stationary, and various knick knacks, and his cellphone does not stand out from the mess. Caught in the middle of re-re-reorganising his computer files, Apollo stands still for a few seconds while his ring tone continues to go off. "- Pffff..." He realises that this is nothing worth panicking over, but he should really calm down and get to finding his phone before it stops ringing. After letting out a long sigh, he widens his eyes to concentrate on every thing that's laid out in front of him...

Let's see... No... Not here... Not here either... How about... ... "- Hey Polly, what's this song?"

... "- Hey Po—HEEEEYY! POOOOLLLYYY! - AaaaAAAAAH! - Aaaah!" Finally noticing Trucy's presence, Apollo, who had been focusing on nothing but differentiating his cellphone from the mess on his desk, jumps a little too high, scaring her at the same time. "- Jeez Polly, what's your problem?! - What's your—What's yours?!" Red in the face, he starts to slap his hand all around his seat, without breaking eye contact with Mr. Wright's daughter. "- I don't have a problem, I'm just asking what's that song your phone is playing." Quickly bored of the pouty face she decided to pull, she reverts back to her usual calm, amused state. Apollo, however, is still on a mission. "- It's my ring tone, Trucy, and I'm looking for it! - Oh..." She stays silent for a few seconds at least, and the lawyer, taking the opportunity to stare at the desktop a bit more, doesn't notice her head slowly turning to the middle of the room. "- Just where did I put it?! - Uhmm..." After another, briefer pause, Trucy takes a short inspiration before asking: "- Your phone... You don't mean, the one's that ringing right now? On the couch? Just here? - ...What?" Oh no. It's that feeling yet again. The immediate embarrassment that overtakes him and makes him feel like he was just punched in the face. Apollo raises his head, much too aware that Trucy is probably right. "- Aaaaaand it's done ringing. - Aaarghhh..." The lawyer lets himself fall back butt first onto his seat. It's fine... It wasn't mean to be. "- Aren't you gonna..? - No. They'll call back. - Suuuure. Okay." Shrugging it off, Trucy takes a peek at the phone's screen before walking closer to the desk. "- So, are you gonna answer my question, now? - What question? - What's the song? Your ring tone, I mean. - Oh..." Accustomed to these blows to his ego, Apollo recovers quickly. Still, for some reason, he stares at the phone from a distance, for about a minute, in complete silence.

Thank God for Trucy's patience. "- You know it better than I do, don't you? - Well, it sounds familiar, but I can't place it. That's why I'm asking about it. - Ah. It's that song, from the concert with Lamiroir, uuuh... uuuuuhhh... - Oh! Ooooh! That's ri—The Guitar's Serenade! Yes! - Y-Yep, that's right." Is that what the song's called? "- Oooh, I love it! I didn't expect you to set it as your ring tone, Polly!" Unsure what to do with that information, Apollo nods without much enthusiasm. Now why did I do that, again? "- It's really... Hmm... Let's say, it's a bit more wholesome than what I would expect from you," she continues. "- What? What do you mean by that? I'm a very positive person— - Suuure... But you're bit more, hmm... Stre... Oh, uh, whatever! - Sorry..? - It's cute, really." He doesn't trust that giggle of hers. "- What's cute about it? - Hmm... Hmmmmmm..." Even he can tell she's hesitating to say something that might embarrass him. And with a smile, too. "- Hmmmmmmm... Well, it's a Gavinners' song. - That's no— - Co-written by Klavier Gavin himself, no less. - That is not why I picked it! - Reeaaally? - Really!" Once again, his face is becoming about as red as his suit. To be teased by a teenage girl at his place of work is—aaargh! The music that darned prosecutor puts out is ridiculous, and he does not care for it. "- Then what's the reason? - It's..!" ...It's somewhere inside his head, for sure. There must have been a reason he picked it... Uuuuh... "- Jeez, it's, uh... It's a popular song. Everyone and their grandmother uses it. - Oh Polly, that is not the reason you would do anything. - ...Touché." She's too smart, that girl. The actual reason was... Hmm... When was it even..? ...Hmm... It was... ... Oh. Pff. It's suddenly obvious again. Trucy's inquisitive attitude overwhelmed him as always, and he's now left to look odd as usual, when this decision had always just made sense. "- Right, uh... It's some sort of a keepsake, is all. - Of what? Or who? - Oh, c'mon. It's just a way to remember a client we helped. It's not every case that we're led to attend and repeatedly re-explore a musical performance. - Hmm, I see." Oddly enough, this answer satisfied the girl. She turns her back to Apollo and walks up to the couch again. "- I wonder," she goes on. "- Hmm? - There's something soothing about it. - The song..? Yes, I agree. - Lamiroir, she seems very... Personable. Her singing is engaging in that way. - That's true." As a performer herself, Trucy must be sensitive to this impression of another artist... ...Jeez, now that I thought that, I feel bad for complaining about the Gavinners' performances when she likes them.

"- I guess... If you were going to keep it as your ring tone, you're lucky your clients turned out to be a pair of good artists, aren't you? - Yeah... That's for sure."

He might not have decided to use it if that hadn't been the case, though... "- Oh!" Leaning against the couch, Trucy notices the screen of Apollo's phone turning on before it starts to ring again. Although set a bit loud, a pleasant melody resonates in the office.

She grabs the cellphone and reads the name on-screen. "- Kla-vier... - Ack..! Give it!" A newly overwhelmed Apollo messily stands up from his chair and runs in Trucy's direction. "- Teehee!" The magician is a very kind boss, thankfully, and hands it to him right away.

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🛏️ Anyone

👁️ Azur Carol

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🛏️ Ship: Frisk x Emil

{ Note: Apologies if Emil and Carol are out of character! }

{ Frisk x Emil }

"Uh....."

Within a few seconds, Frisk became a blushing mess because of the sight of a singular bed. Out of all the things, it was a bed.

Freyah why.... , She thought. Frisk used her hair to cover her face, concealing herself from Emil.

The latter was actually quite flustered himself. Though his blush was at his ears compared to his whole face.

"Sorry about the singular bed.... My sister might be up to something." Frisk muttered, shyly glancing at Emil, who locked his eyes with hers.

Emil hummed softly before he gently pats Frisk's head."It's fine. This'll actually be my first time to actually share a bed with you, and hopefully won't be my last..." Though he muttered the last past, Frisk managed to hear it and felt like she could faint any moment.

"R-Right..." Frisk hummed, quickly picking up her bag of clothes and rushing to the nearest closet in order to change.

Emil sighed, his lips twitching upward to form a smile.

A while later after they were fully dressed in their pajamas, they both laid down on the bed. Though it took Frisk a while to actually lie down due to her nervousness.

Hesitant to close her eyes, Frisk turned around to face Emil's back. Sighing, she pondered for a moment.

Does.... He actually want this? , She questioned herself, her lips quivering lightly. Extending her arm a bit, she wrapped her arms around Emil's waist.

Frisk smiled, gently pulling him a bit closer.

He's right, I do hope this could happen more than once...

{ New Ship: Azure x Carol }

Peacefully sleeping despite the harsh thunder looming over Ramshackle, Carol didn't seem too startled by it.

At the same time, a friend from RSA had been invited by her dormmate Yuuta to sleep over. Now, Carol doesn't exactly know why Yuuta insisted on then sleeping over, but since they were really close, she didn't exactly.... Mind.

Azure Ekoms. RSA third year who will literally fight anyone if it means they won't make a grammatical error in their manuscripts.

He's also, by the standards of many, incredibly handsome.

And he also couldn't sleep at the time.

After reading all 4 of the novels he brought with him in one sitting, Azure became bored up until he looked up at the bed right over him. Carol's bed.

He sighed. Hopefully she won't find my creepy for this.... , He hoped. Azure stood up before carefully sitting himself down on the side of Carol's bed, watching her sleep.

Now as inherently creepy this actually is, Azure admittedly enough was too entranced by Carol's peaceful sleep to really realize it.

Until a harsh thunder boomed and it spooked Carol enough to wake her up.

She groaned, not realizing Azure was sitting there, but she did feel his presence. Grabbing her glasses from her bedside table, she lightly adjusted only to find Azure. Sitting right there.

"U-Um...... Hi Azure."

He hummed, giving her a light wave.

"How was your sleep?" He asked, inching somewhat closer to Carol.

She hummed, resting her head on her palm."It was fine. Nothing much happened in my dream to be completely honest." She admitted, smiling a bit.

Azure hummed awkwardly, suddenly realizing how... Creepy it actually was to watch Carol sleep.

A moment of silence sat between them up until Carol spoke up for Azure, who was now somewhat flustered with a blank face.

"So..... Why'd you watch me sleep?"

Azure flinched, looking at Carol with shame written on his face. He can't just say he found her pretty or, how peaceful she looked asleep! That's some Edwin Clan type shit.

"Um......" He struggled, but eventually sighed and refound his composure.

"I couldn't sleep. So after reading all 4 novels in one sitting, I ended up watching you sleep for a good 2 minutes." He stated quietly. Quiet, but it was loud enough for Carol to hear.

"Ah..... I see-"

"JUST KISS ALREADY LOVEBIRDS~!"

Carol's eye twitched in annoyance before yelling at the wall behind her.

"GO TO SLEEP YUUTA. IF YOU CAN'T, JUST COUNT YOUR MADOL OR SOMETHING-"

[jackies-wearing-khakis]

Marriage and Murder Pt. 1 (Shelby!Reader)

a/n: I'm a bit disappointed I had to post this in two parts, but alas, the original one-shot was too long for Tumblr.

summary: Things get progressively darker as you try to survive Tommy and Grace's wedding night.

words: 3101

warnings: Themes of drinking and sexual assault.

 "(y/n), for fuck's sake, hurry up!" Polly shouted from the betting room. She, Ada, Finn, John, and Esme were dressed in formal clothes, waiting for you to get ready.

  "Five minutes, Pol!" you called from your bedroom.

  "I swear to God," your aunt said under her breath as she checked her watch. "It's her own brother's wedding and she's decided to take her sweet time."

  "What's taking her so long anyway?" Finn asked, bored to death.

  "She probably looks ugly as hell and can't stand to face it," John whispered, earning a chuckle from Finn and a smack to the back of the head from Ada. 

  "I don't care 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 she's doing, if that girl's not down here soon we're leaving without her." Polly huffed.

  What Polly and the others didn't understand was that you were by 𝘯𝘰 means taking your sweet time. If anything, you were practically tripping over yourself to try and find a dress to wear to Tommy and Grace's wedding. You'd accidentally ripped the dress you were supposed to wear the night before when you'd gotten your arm stuck in one of the sleeves. Now, you were caught between a rock and a hard place; go downstairs and face humiliation, or stay in your room and face Polly. You could tell today was going to be stressful.

  You were legitimately considering cutting off the sleeves of your dress entirely when Polly came bursting into the room without warning.

  "Pol, wait!" you shouted, instinctively holding your arms in front of your head for self-defense.

  "I don't give a shit if you're ready or not, we're going," Polly growled. She grabbed your arm, unknowingly pulling at the rip in your dress. With one strong yank, your aunt had doubled the size of the tear. The two of you froze in shock at the damaged material.

  "𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴, (y/n)," Polly muttered.

  "I know, it's awful." you sighed.

  As you stood there, Finn peeked his head into your room. Immediately, he saw your dress and gasped.

  "𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, (y/n)." Finn chuckled. "What the hell did you do?"

  "Go away!" you shouted angrily. You grabbed one of your shoes and chucked it at your brother, hitting him in the shoulder. He stumbled out of the room laughing.

  You threw yourself face-first onto your bed in utter despair, sighing dramatically.

  "Oh, Pol, this'll be the death of me," you whined, your voice muffled by the covers. Your aunt rolled her eyes as she lit a cigarette.

  "Stop feeling sorry for yourself," Polly spoke. "We'll figure something out."

  It wasn't long before Ada and Esme had made their way upstairs and into your room. The four of you sat in silence, quietly brainstorming. Suddenly, Esme stood up.

  "I've got a dress that might work," she said, and immediately rushed to go fetch it. Your face lit up, and you excitedly hopped off your bed to go with your sister-in-law. Ada and Polly exchanged glances.

  You followed Esme into her and John's old room, where she was digging through her closet.

  "Now, (y/n), you're a bit smaller than I am, so hopefully this won't look too awkward on you," Esme said, tossing clothes in every direction.      

  "Now, if only I could find the damn thing."

  "What's it look like?" you asked.

  "See for yourself," Esme responded, pulling out a green shapeless dress with beaded lace embroidery.

  You gawked at the beauty of the thing; it was an excellent balance of elegance and youth. Not too modest, not too sexy; it was superbly tasteful.

 "Oh my God, Esme, it's perfect." you breathed. 

  "Hurry up and try it on!" she urged, pushing the dress into your arms. With that, she rushed out of her room.

  To your relief, the dress fit perfectly. You barely had any time to show it off to the others before Polly had rushed everyone out of the house and into the cramped car, practically dragging you all by the wrists. 

  The five of you slipped into the chapel quietly as you could. Tommy gave you all dirty looks as you scooted into the pews one by one. 

  "Where the fuck've you been?" Arthur whispered to Polly as she sat down next to him.

  "There was a complication," Polly answered. "Nothing worth worrying about now."

  "Complication my arse. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 one took forever to get changed." John scoffed, pointing his thumb towards you.

  "It wasn't my fault, the dress ripped!" you whined. 

  "It was 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 your fault, (y/n)," Finn added smugly.

  "I swear to God if you three don't 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 I'll drag you all home by the ears." Polly threatened under her breath. Nobody had anything to say about your dress after that.

  John grumbled as Grace entered the chapel.

  "Here come the fucking cavalry, late as usual." he griped.

  "I don't get it, why's everyone hate them?" you asked in a whisper.

  "Well, first of all, they weren't supposed to wear their uniforms. Just goes to show they're disrespectful bastards." John whispered back.

  "𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺? That's all it is?" you questioned.

  John sighed as he tried to find the right words for the situation.

  "Listen, (y/n), just stay away from them. Half those men are self-righteous pricks who'll take advantage of you if you give 'em the chance," he warned.

 "Hush." Esme chimed in, squeezing John's hand. "They're exchanging vows."

  Your gaze turned to the men in red uniform as Tommy and Grace stood at the altar. You accidentally locked eyes with a boy who couldn't have been older than twenty. Not sure what to do, you smiled politely at him. To your surprise, he smiled back.

   Your exchange was cut off by the sound of Jeremiah Jesus's voice filling the room.

  "I now pronounce you man and wife." he declared, and everyone in the chapel applauded as Tommy and Grace shared a kiss. You couldn't help but feel a pang of pride as you watched your brother smile at his new wife. There was something magical about the way he was able to just 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 in her presence, especially since you couldn't think of another day Tommy wasn't trying to take over Birmingham.

  𝘖𝘩, 𝘛𝘰𝘮, you thought wistfully, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦?

   Unfortunately, the warmth of the wedding ceremony quickly faded as everyone gathered outside for the family photo. Nearly ten minutes went by as the Shelby clan struggled to organize themselves into a tight group.

   You initially tried to stand behind Polly and Arthur to be near the other women, but that plan quickly failed when you realized you were too short to stand behind either of them. It was a tremendous effort to try to force yourself in between them, and the result left you in a painfully awkward position where you were left standing sideways. The ultimate solution was to have you stand with John's children; you were mortified.

  "Christ, I look like a 𝘬𝘪𝘥," you whined, showing the picture to Finn. The two of you sat together at the base of the stairs in Tommy's house, trying your best to avoid the crowds of people wandering the halls..

  "It's not that big a deal," he said plainly, taking the picture in his hands. "Nobody really cares."

  "It's a big deal to me." you mumbled.

   You could see John and Arthur approaching from a distance. By the looks of it, they'd already gotten their hands on some champagne.

  "Finn. Tommy wants a meeting in the kitchen." Arthur spoke as he passed by.

  "I should probably go with him." Finn sighed as he stood up.

  "Wait, take me with you!" you pleaded, grabbing onto his arm. "I've got nobody else to talk to."

  Finn quickly leaned over the stairs to check if Arthur and John had gone. Once he saw the coast was clear, he turned back to you.

  "Fine. But you shouldn't say anything," he advised.

  "Wasn't planning on it."

  You and Finn had assumed the meeting would be family only, but as you snuck your way into the kitchen you were surprised to find a swarm of Blinders men crowding the room. You instinctively stuck close to your brother, trying your best to avoid bumping into anyone. The two of you slowly hovered towards the center of the room, where the immediate family gathered. There Tommy stood in the midst of it all with a cigar in his hands. 

   "Right. Today is my wedding day." he began, and the room fell silent.

   "Yeah, and you said there'd be no uniforms, Tom." John interrupted, and a few people murmured in agreement.

  "In spite of there being bad blood, I'll have none of it on my carpet." Tommy continued, ignoring John's comment. "For Grace's sake, nothing will go wrong today."

   Tommy began circling the room as he spoke, making sure to lock eyes with every man present.

  "And if any of you fuckers do 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to embarrass her, kin, cousins, your kids, your horses, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.."

  Just as he was about to finish his sentence, Tommy noticed you standing there next to Finn. He froze for a moment, then furrowed his brows. You cursed under your breath.

  "What are you doing here?" Tommy asked, but it felt more like an accusation.

   You realized every man in the room had their eyes on you. You shifted uncomfortably.

  "It's a family meeting, isn't it?" you grumbled. "Last I checked I was a Shelby."

   Tommy sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes in annoyance.

  "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? I'm glad you're here because there's something I should say." he began. You crossed your arms defensively.

  "You've been wild these past few months, (y/n), don't think I haven't noticed."

  "So?" you scoffed.

  "𝘚𝘰, I won't have any of it tonight. I swear, if I find out you've been drinking, flirting, or doing 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  that might damage this family's reputation, I assure you that you'll live to regret it. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥?"

  You didn't know how to feel about Tommy's words. In a way, he was right; you'd been drinking more than usual as of late, not to mention fooling around with some of the boys you were going to school with. You didn't understand why that was such a big deal though, especially since you were a saint compared to your brothers. Really, the whole thing seemed unfair.

  "Yeah, I understand." you finally answered. "I'll just spend the night boring myself to death while you boys do whatever you want." 

  "That's the spirit." he shot back.

  "Tommy, what about snow?" Isiah asked from across the room. You silently thanked him for taking the attention off you.

  "There'll be no cocaine," Tommy answered sternly. A few men in the room sighed.

  Tommy took the opportunity to get back to his speech.

  "No sport. No racing. No sucking the petrol out of their cars. You give them 𝘯𝘰 excuses to look down their noses."

  The room was uneasy. Nobody was sure what to think as Tommy stood there, almost desperately trying to talk sense into his men.

  "But the main thing is, you fuckers.." he began.

  "Why are you mad at 𝘶𝘴, Tom?" Finn mumbled.

  "..in spite of provocation from the cavalry.."

  Tommy walked along the line of men standing around him, getting close to Arthur, then John, then Finn, then finally you.

  "..no fighting. 𝘕𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨!" 

  And with that, everyone was sent out of the kitchen.

  The party started slow, and you found yourself wandering around the house aimlessly with nothing to do. Everywhere you went people were already drinking, and a part of you wanted nothing more than to join them. The other, more sensible part remembered Tommy's warning and decided to avoid alcohol for the night. As much as you wanted to piss him off and indulge yourself, you knew getting drunk would only prove that you were irresponsible. 

  Dinner in the great hall was an absolute disaster. You sat between Finn and Ada, who were both caught up in their own conversations. You were starving, and Tommy and Grace had been taking a suspiciously long amount of time to get ready. Even after they'd finally come downstairs, Arthur had to get through his speech before anyone could eat.

  "Now, I'm not one for speeches." Arthur began. The poor man looked like a deer trapped in headlights.

  "Sing then!" John shouted. Esme grabbed his arm wearily.

  "I've got a speech written down here. but it's not everything I want to say." Arthur droned on. You buried your head in your hands.

  "Arthur, just read what we've written down," Tommy said softly.

  "I will, Tom. But first, a few words from the heart." 

  Arthur gently placed the small piece of paper into one of his pockets, then cleared his throat.

   "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬." Tommy breathed.

   "I'd just like to say that my brother helped me survive hard times. Trouble in my head.."

  As Arthur gave his speech, you noticed Polly staring at a man who sat opposite her. He was older than she was and wore a dark suit that matched his serious expression.

  "Who's that?" You leaned over and whispered to Ada.

  "Kaledin something," she whispered back. "Don't bother talking politics with him, I've already tried."

  Unlike Ada, you weren't interested in having political debates with strangers. Still, there was an air of mystery surrounding the man. Something about him made it impossible to look away, even when he met your eyes with his. You felt a shiver run down your spine.

  Arthur's trainwreck of a speech was eventually cut short by Tommy. You felt bad for your eldest brother, but you were desperate to eat. Polly gave you a disapproving look as you scarfed down your food, but you didn't care; you were too hungry to act like a lady.

  An hour had passed since the food was served, and by then everyone had made their way into the ballroom.

  John and Arthur had set up a boxing area outside with Tommy's reluctant permission. After hovering around Polly for nearly half an hour, you finally gave in and went outside to watch the fights.  

  You were used to seeing your brothers fight, so not much could faze you in the boxing ring. Tonight was different, though. The men had such anger in them as they landed their punches. It was almost disturbing to watch Finn get knocked into the ground by a man in a red uniform.

  "Gruesome, isn't it?" A voice asked from behind you. You turned around to face the very same cavalry boy you'd locked eyes within the chapel. Only now, he was standing a mere foot away from you and the two of you were practically alone.

   "William. Fraser." the young man said, extending his hand.

  You took his hand in yours and shook it. The dim light from the boxing ring illuminated your faces, and you were able to get good looks at each other. To your excitement, not only was he young, he was 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦.

  "(y/n). Lee." you introduced yourself, lying through your teeth. You were done being a Shelby today.

  "Mm. I thought you were a gypsy." William spoke. You raised your eyebrows in amusement.

  "Really? How could you tell?" you asked.

 "It's the dress. Very... 𝘣𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘯," he replied.

 "It was a gift, it's not mine," you assured, flattening the dress out. You suddenly felt a pang of self-consciousness.

  "Oh, well it suits you well enough." And with that, William placed his hand on your waist. 

   "What are you doing?" you asked, chuckling nervously. 

  "Enjoying myself."

  He slowly started to pull you into a kiss when you noticed Finn in the boxing ring. Another one of the cavalry boys had landed a particularly heavy blow onto his gut, and he fell onto the ground in defeat. You pushed William away to watch the scene.

  "You know him?" William asked.

  "He's my brother," you responded quietly, not taking eyes off Finn.

  "He fights well enough for a boy his size, I didn't expect him to last as long as he did." William retorted.

  "He's really good, actually. Likes it a lot, too," you said, relaxing as you saw Finn get up and shake his opponent's hand.

  William took the opportunity to pick up where you left off and started to wrap his arms around your waist. You hesitated and stepped back.

  "Wait, we shouldn't. Not in front of them." you gestured towards the crowds of people who were watching the fights.

  "Good point." the young man hummed into your neck.

  You lead William to a fairly secluded area of the gardens. There was a small, wooden bench that was nestled in between some of the bushes that lined the back wall of Tommy's mansion. The two of you sat together; there was an uncomfortable sexual tension between you.

  William kissed you slowly as his hands wandered around your torso. You kept trying to cut him off, but he was persistent. If you would grab his arm, he would use the other one to pull you closer. If you turned away, he would kiss your neck. 

  "William I don't think we should do this," you whispered.

  "Don't worry, love. nobody's around. You won't get in trouble." he assured.

  "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, just stop." you pleaded.

  "Relax, I promise I'll make it worth your while.

  With that, you'd had enough. You started smacking your palm against his shoulder, and he finally separated. 

  "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? I thought you wanted this!" William snapped.

  "Why didn't you stop?" you asked him with a hurt look on your face. "I was 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 you to stop!"

   "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, don't act like you didn't want it. You took me out here for a reason." he countered.

  "I didn't think it would happen so fast!" you shouted.

 William huffed, stood up, then brushed himself off.

  "𝘎𝘺𝘱𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩." he spat, then walked away.

  "What the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 did you call me?" you shot back. "Do you even know who the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 I am?"

   William froze in place and turned around. He gave you a dark look as he lit a cigarette. The red glow of the tiny embers illuminated his face.

  "My name is (y/n) 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 Shelby." you hissed, and William's expression changed. 

  "You're related to the groom?" he realized.

  "I'm his sister," you spat.

  The young man sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair. 

  "𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.. I had no idea. Let me make it up to you." he began, but you were already leaving.

  "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶." you scoffed as you passed him. 

You made your way back to the ballroom, leaving William standing there alone.

 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, you thought, heading straight for a bottle of wine.