#if i continue to be bored there may be more over the next couple days. we'll see

[taffywabbit]

what if a cool girl said (very quietly) "it's whispering time" and then totally whispered all over the place

[augiewrites]

"valley reverie" - sebastian

summary: the timeline of sebastian and the farmer’s relationship based on canon dialogue

pairing: sdv sebastian x farmer

word count: 2.5K

a/n: this may be my magnum opus

The sun was beginning its descent behind the mountains when Sebastian emerged from the house for the first—and only—time that day.

He shot a glance to his mother and Demetrius, who were standing at the edge of their property, looking over the valley bathed in golden light. His mother sent a small smile back, followed by a pointed disappointed look at the carton of cigarettes held loosely in his hand. Demetruis didn’t acknowledge his existence.

Sebastian knew it was a nasty habit, but he spent most of his life with not much thought to the future—he was surprised he made it this far. Maybe his life would have been different if he had planned better; if he had considered for a moment that there was such a thing as life past sixteen, then eighteen, then twenty-one. He supposed he should start to consider a life past twenty-four, but quickly dropped the thought as he placed the cigarette between his lips and continued his stroll to the lake.

He saw it then, as his lighter sparked to life and helped the cigarette take eleven minutes off his.

Someone was sitting in his spot. A humanoid blob of denim focused intently on the bobber floating in the water.

He hesitated, then decided to keep moving—his trajectory now locked in past the stranger and across the rickety planks of wood to the smaller islands in the middle of the lake. His mother had been saying for years that she needed to build something more structurally sound, but had yet to get around to it.

As he got closer, he took in more of the scene. There was a muddy bucket next to the stranger, and he noticed a couple slimy carp flopping around inside. Whoever this was, they clearly didn’t have enough experience to catch the tricker creatures in the lake.

Just as he was about to slip past toward solitude, he locked eyes with the stranger. Their bored expression quickly turned to worry.

“Sorry, am I in your spot? Robin said it was okay for me to fish here.”

Recognition sparked in his brain—his mother had told him about the new resident of Pelican Town. The words she had used to describe them flashed behind his eyes: sweet, a little lost, cute. That last one was sent his way with an exaggerated wink and met with a scoff from him.

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool.”

The farmer didn’t respond, just looked on waiting for an answer to their question. Sebastian didn’t gratify them with a response, instead looking across the lake at the tree line and abandoned quarry.

“Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

The farmer scrunched up their mouth slightly, beginning to reel in their line. There was nothing but a limp worm dangling from the hook. Sebastian took note of the grieving look flashing on their face before it was gone in a blink.

“Better than where I was.”

Sebastian didn’t bother responding as the farmer heaved up the bucket—they were a lot stronger than they looked—and walked away without another word.

Robin smiled at the farmer with a wave and shouted goodnight before sending another disapproving look to her son.

_________________________________________

Sebastian heaved open the door of the house, exhausted from band practice. Sam was his best friend, and he enjoyed spending time with him more than he would admit, but the newest addition to the band was definitely a hindrance.

He didn’t dislike Abigail, and he couldn’t deny that she was a talented drummer, but he had been hoping for years that her little crush on him would fade away. He could only take so much of puppy dog eyes and over exaggerated laughter at his quips that definitely aren’t that funny.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts on how to shake off the purple-haired girl—more importantly, how to shake her off without actual confrontation—that he didn’t notice the farmer leaning against the shop counter until their voice pierced through. His mother was nowhere to be seen, so they had to have been talking to him.

“What? I didn't hear you...I'm busy thinking about something. What do you want?”

The farmer narrowed their eyes at him, leveling him with a glare. “You know, I get that you’d rather be listening to My Chemical Romance and jerking off to Nietzsche than interacting with a human being, but you really need to work on your people skills.”

Well, he hadn’t been expecting that.

He expected avoidance from the farmer, based on their first meeting and subsequent run-ins where they gave him a nod of acknowledgement before going back to acting like he didn’t exist.

He realized that the farmer wasn’t as timid and one-dimensional as he let himself think.

The moment was saved by Robin entering the shop room and dropping a workbench on the floor with a heavy thud. “You’ll make better use of this than I have lately—it’s pretty old,” she looked up from the dusty bench, noticing her son frozen in the doorway, “oh, hi Sebby.”

“Sebby?” the farmer questioned with a smirk.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, brushing past his mother to get to his lair.

“Sorry about him,” he heard his mother as he descended the stairs.

“It’s fine,” the farmer laughed, “he’s cool.”

He couldn’t help the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. _________________________________________

Sebastian looked down at the frozen tear in his hand with a neutral expression on his face, though his heart was quickening its pace.

“Gunther told me it’s fabled to be the frozen tears of a yeti.”

He met the farmer’s grin with one of his own, “I really love this. How did you know?”

They shrugged, “Seemed like some emo shit you’d be into.”

A breathy laugh escaped him before he could stop it. “Well…thanks.”

“No prob. I’ll keep an eye out for more when I’m in the mines.”

“The mines?,” his brow furrowed, “how far down did you go?”

“Not super deep, I think I stopped at sixty since it was getting late.”

Sebastian gaped at the farmer—who he now realized he really misjudged—as they shouldered their backpack and turned toward the door.

“Oh,” they stopped just shy of the threshold, “your code is wrong, by the way. Third line down.”

He looked to the screen, baffled, seeing that there was, in fact, a mistake in his code.

He began to ask the farmer how they knew that, but they were gone. _________________________________________

The sun was setting on the valley, and Sebastian found himself sitting by the lake’s edge with the farmer, who was reeling in sturgeon and bass with ease.

“I’m sure the city’s different for other people, but it was corporate hell for me,” the farmer spoke softly as they baited their hook—it was different than any bait he had ever seen, and the farmer had informed him that the wild man living behind their house had taught them the recipe.

Sebastian hummed, “I guess that makes sense.”

“You guess?” the farmer teased him, flicking water at his face.

He blew a puff of smoke in their face.

The farmer coughed, then began to laugh as they fanned the smoke out of their face, “asshole.”

Sebastian grinned, leaning back on the palms of his hands and gazing across the water.

They sat in comfortable silence as the farmer cast out their line and half-heartedly focused on the bobber—they didn’t really need it anymore, but liked the safety net.

“You and Sam are probably my only friends in this town.” Sebastian broke the silence, but continued looking straight ahead.

“Well I am very likable.”

Sebastian knocked their shoulders together with a scoff.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” _________________________________________

Sebastian was indifferent—and sometimes loathful—toward most events held in their little town, but tonight was an exception. It was hard to not be in awe of the midnight jellies, and he was excited for the farmer to see them for the first time.

They were perched at the edge of the dock, along with Sam and Abigail, their feet dangling inches above the water.

It was a lot colder than expected, and the farmer was bundled in his black jacket. He couldn’t help but feel bad about the sad glances Abigail was sending their way.

The farmer looked content, and Sebastian recalled something they told him at the beginning of the season—the used to be terrified of the ocean before moving to the valley.

He nudged their shoulder with his own. It didn’t take much effort—they were sitting a lot closer than he realized. A light blush dusted his cheekbones.

“I thought I saw something moving in there…” he pointed to the void of the ocean and leaned closer to their ear, whispering, “something big, something dark.”

The farmer’s eyes widened as they looked across the vast darkness before they narrowed and turned to him.

“Just trying to scare you...” Sebastian laughed.

The farmer smiled, knocking their knee against his, muttering an all too familiar “asshole.”

It wasn’t too long before Lewis sent out the first lantern, and the water surrounding the docks was filled with glowing jellyfish.

“It’s beautiful,” the farmer breathed out as their head landed on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” his eyes landed on a glowing green jelly before looking down at the farmer, “it is.” _________________________________________

Sebastian never saw the farm in its full glory—before the farmer’s grandfather grew old and passed away—but he had been there plenty of times when it was overgrown and abandoned.

He had told the farmer this as they sat on the newly installed swinging bench on their porch. They joked that they would be suing him for trespassing, since it was technically their property at the time, even if they hadn’t known it.

It was a chilly fall day, but the farmer had made a pot of coffee to keep them warm.

“I thought this was your busy season,” Sebastian lit up a cigarette and moved the ashtray closer to where he sat. It was a newer addition to the farmer’s decor. He thought about the prideful look on their face as they held it up and told him that Leah let them use her pottery wheel. It was painted with little creatures that looked like the much happier cousins of the slimes living in the caves.

The farmer hummed, holding their mug close to their face, but not taking a sip, “Yeah…a lot busier than I thought it would be, actually.”

He grinned at them, “so, you’re slacking today, huh?”

The farmer laughed.

“I’d rather hang out with your sorry ass than work.” Despite the insult, the farmer’s tone was soft and earnest. Sebastian felt his cheeks heat up.

“Could you picture me living on a farm? It seems ridiculous, but I have been thinking about it lately.”

“If I could do it, then so could you,” the farmer linked their pinky with his, “it’s a lot more freeing than you’d think.” _________________________________________

Boxes filled with Sebastian’s things lined the walls of the farmhouse, but Sebastian and the farmer lay in bed, choosing to ignore them. 

They had all the time in the world.

The farmer was twirling the pendant dangling from Sebastian’s neck, “there’s steam coming out of your ears, Seb,” the farmer giggled and smoothed out the wrinkle between his brows with their finger.

“I’ve just been thinking,” Sebastian turned his attention from the ceiling to the farmer, “The older I get, the less I'm drawn to the city. It had a certain mystique to it, once. But it turns out that was just a romantic fantasy. The city's so busy, so full of people... I don't belong there. I'm a loner.”

A beat.

“Present company excluded, of course.”

The farmer laughed, “Well I would hope so,” they tugged gently on the pendant, pulling him closer, “because you’re stuck with me.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer had joined his family for dinner, and his mother had shooed them away with one hand as she cooed at the bundle held tightly in her other arm.

The valley was coming to life, but the ghost of a winter chill was in the air. They settled down by the lake despite the cold. It was no longer his spot, but theirs.

The farmer was skipping stones across the lake when he grumbled about how being in that spot made him want a smoke.

“No one’s stopping you,” the farmer laughed.

“I am.”

The farmer still held a loose smile as they raised their eyebrows at him, “oh?”

“I'm trying my best to quit smoking now that we're married…” He avoided their gaze and brushed some mud on the palm of his hand onto his jeans, “I don't wanna die on you. It's a bad habit. I want to have a future together.”

A baby cried in the distance. Sebastian and the farmer smiled at each other. _________________________________________

The farmer was surprised to find Sebastian’s side of the bed empty when they woke up. It wasn’t a rare occasion, as they usually found Sebastian in the kitchen after a restless sleep, but he was nowhere to be found.

They couldn’t help but worry a little bit as they pulled on their boots and opened the screen door. They paused out of instinct to let the dog run out before them only to realize that the dog wasn’t hot on their heels like usual.

They had only gotten two steps onto the porch before a mass of fur and slobber crashed into their legs.

“Oh hello baby,” they cooed down at the dog as it rolled onto its back, breathing heavily out of excitement, “good morning stink.”

“Good morning to you too.”

The farmer was so caught up in giving the dog attention that they hadn’t noticed Sebastian leaning against the porch railing.

They straightened from their crouch, smiling at him as the dog whined from the loss of affection.

“I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I went ahead and fed the animals,” he pushed off the railing and took a few steps forward to fix a rogue piece of the farmer’s hair, “one less thing for you to do.”

“Thanks, Seb,” the farmer said softly, suddenly bashful, “I’m going to check on the pumpkins. Thought I could make some soup tonight if any of them are ripe.”

They took a few steps off the porch, “feel like being a country boy today? Or did you get your fix?”

He smiled, leaning his forearms against the railing, “I'll just watch you from here. I enjoy watching you.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer found themselves sitting on the porch swing once again. It was a mild summer evening, and he was looking on as a toddler played with the dog in the yard.

He tore his attention away from the rowdy scene in front of him to look at the farmer, who was curled up at his side reading a book. He felt his heart swell.

“This is so different from my old life, but I'm really starting to like it. I feel like I really belong here.”

The farmer looked up from the book in their lap, smiling.

“I don't often show it, but I'm really happy that I'm your husband. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.”

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader do a q and a

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

this is a bit of a combination of a couple asks which i wasn’t sure how to write/do in a full, independent work :)

When Netflix reached out to Drew telling him to do a live to celebrate the release of the second half of season 4 of OBX, he had initially groaned and grovelled at the idea. Sure, the lives they had done within the early days of OBX were fine, but that was when he did them with someone else. Him sitting in his living room, by himself, talking to his phone? Who would want to see that? Well, apparently a lot of people.

“What was your favorite scene to film?” Drew read, scratching the back of his head as he thought for a moment before answering. “I really liked the Enduro scenes on the bikes. I’m a big motorcycle guy so it was fun to play around on those.”

Just out of view from the camera, y/n padded around the kitchen, Charleston trailing behind her as she fixed up a coffee. She listened to Drew, smiling as he chatted with the fans and answered their questions.

“What was the drama on set— oh!” Drew read aloud, not realizing exactly what the question was until it had already been read. Y/n laughed from the kitchen, her giggle causing a nervous blush to spread across Drew’s cheeks.

“Was that y/n?” Drew read, his eyes quickly darting over to y/n in the kitchen. Her eyes met him, a pleading look in his gaze as he beckoned her over with a cock of his head. Taking a sip of her coffee, y/n came up behind the back of the couch, stepping into the frame of Drew’s live.

“I’ve been summoned it seems.” Y/n teased, climbing over the back of the couch and sitting next to Drew. The chat flooded, thousands of excited comments flying by as Drew stretched his arm out, resting it on the back of the couch just behind y/n’s head.

“But, anyways, about the drama—” Y/n started, Drew’s head whipping to the side, as Netflix had been especially insistent that they not discuss any behind the scenes drama that people had begun to speculate upon… or at least that Drew not discuss it, y/n no longer under the OBX contract. With a quick look at Drew’s wide eyes and panicked expression, y/n started laughing. Drew let out a sigh of relief, playfully smushing y/n’s face with his hand.

“Yeah there was no drama since the drama queen left last season.” Drew teased, referencing y/n’s departure following season 3. Y/n gasped dramatically, holding a hand over her heart in faux offense.

“Ouch. I can only imagine how boring set was without my lovely presence.” Y/n laughed, settling further into Drew’s side, his arm that was perched along the back of the couch wrapping around her snugly before he rubbed his hand down his face.

“You’re gonna get me fired.” Drew muttered, y/n pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before leaning forward to read some more questions.

“When did you guys start dating?” Y/n read, looking over at Drew.

“Uhh, 2020… May.” Drew said, y/n nodding in agreement.

“Let’s keep the questions Outer Banks related—” y/n began, trying to pivot from the more private questions.

“Who’s a better dancer?” Drew interrupted, the two of them laughing. “Oh definitely me.”

“What?!” Y/n scoffed, her jaw dropping as Drew grinned. “Absolutely not.”

“Why don’t we let the people judge?” Drew quirked his brow before getting up from the couch. He crossed the living room, propping his phone on an end table that allowed for the entirety of their living room to be in frame. Y/n got up with an exaggerated groan, Charleston padding into the room excitedly as y/n and Drew began to stretch dramatically. 

Eventually, once the two of them were done with their giggly stretches, y/n started playing some music from her phone. Slowly, the two of them began dancing on their own, laughing as they tried to one-up each other with each move. They continued back and forth until Drew rushed over, lifting y/n up and tossing her over his shoulder with a squeal.

“I think we know who the winner is.” Drew smirked, flexing his spare arm as y/n let out a dramatic sigh before he sat her back down on her feet.

“Ok, fine!” Y/n caved, sinking back into the couch, Drew joining her, a satisfied grin on his face as he slung his arm over her shoulders.

“Charlie, c’mere.” Drew said to Charleston, who quickly bounded over.

“This is the real star of the show.” Y/n giggled as Charleston attempted to climb between her and Drew, the dog licking at her face. Drew zoomed the camera in on Charleston, who pivoted his attention to Drew before finally settling down between the two of them.

“When did you guys get Charleston?” Drew read, his hand running through y/n’s hair absentmindedly.

“I actually surprised Drew with him for our first anniversary since he wouldn’t stop begging me for a dog.” Y/n laughed, Drew shaking his head, a smile on his face.

“You act like I was the only one who wanted a dog.” Drew pointed out, y/n nodding in agreement, her fingers scratching Charleston’s fur lightly.

“Either way he’s our little baby now.” Y/n cooed dramatically, pressing a kiss to Charleston’s head. The dog looked up, his tongue lolling out as y/n and Drew looked back at him, smiles on their faces, before they turned back to the phone.

“What is the most annoying thing about each other?” Drew laughed nervously, looking at y/n out of the corner of his eye slyly.

“Uh…” Drew paused, chewing on his lip as he thought. Y/n looked at him, trying her best to stifle her laugh.

“I’m just so perfect, I guess.” Y/n teased, Drew chuckling before he finally thought of an answer.

“I know what it is.” Drew nodded. “You are a very heavy sleeper… like it is impossible to wake you up.”

“Oh yeah, I definitely am a heavy sleeper.” Y/n said sheepishly, running a hand through her hair.

“What about me?” Drew asked with a quirk of his brow, having a pretty good feeling of what she was going to answer.

“Oh you cannot answer your phone to save your damn life.” Y/n shook her head in exasperation, a mischievous (and guilty) smirk spreading across Drew’s face. “Like it is actually insane.”

“Yeah, yeah, a’ight.” Drew sighed. “You still love me though.”

“Ahh, yes I do, Starkey.” Y/n said, pressing a kiss to Drew’s head.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Confidence

I had decided it was finally time for a change. A few years after college and sitting all day at the office had taken its toll. Twink death was here, but I wanted to have a chance at a few more wild nights before I hit my thirties. So, on a buddy’s recommendation I called up Dr. Webb. He had been touted to me as one of the best in his industry, able to help with all kinds of health and wellness. In my consultation, we discussed my goals. I talked about my concerns around aging and some of the weight I had put on. He probed a bit about my health and family medical history. He was so calm and gentle. It was so easy to talk with him I may have even disclosed more than I wanted to about my college days and conquests. At the end, he leaned back and read over his notes:

“If I am being honest, I am not sure what you are too concerned with. You may not be your youngest, but I wouldn’t say you are deviating too much from a health body at your age.”

“But Doc, I don’t want to just slide into my thirties. I want to get out there like I did just a few years ago.”

“There is nothing wrong with aging my boy. It’s scary for us all but we aren’t stopping the clock any time soon.”

“I don’t want to stop the clock. I just want to feel confident in my body again.”

He stroked his beard and thought for a moment, “Now that is maybe something I can work with.” The rest of the visit was boring. But by the time I left his office, I had a pack vitamin supplements, a list of recommended exercises, and a follow up appointment in a few weeks.

Over the next couple days or so, I diligently took the supplements, followed the exercise routine, and logged my daily progress. It was strange, I didn’t really see a difference, but did start to feel a bit better. The biggest change I think I felt though was a kind of hormonal rebalance. I think doc mentioned it. My sleep was slowly becoming more regular, mood swings improved, and my flexibility was improving as I followed my exercise routine. However, I think it was also starting to create a fixation. I would just need to see my progress, check if I was improving. Whenever I got a small chance I would just stare at myself and focus on my curves. Were they any smaller?

I mentioned it to Dr. Webb at our next meeting. He laughed it off, said it was nothing unusual. But he did send me home with some meditation files to help me relax and center my mind. Help me let go of my worries and all that. And I will confirm they were effective. I popped on the first tape that night, listening to breathing exercises and ambient white noise. Woke up an hour later feeling refreshed. I don’t think I thought about my body much that night. In fact, I hardly thought about anything. My mind felt so clear.

It continued like that for a week I think. To be honest, the days started blurring together a bit. The routine was really sinking in, abs became an almost unconscious part of my day. At some point though, I don’t know when, I did start to notice a change as I would finish the tapes. I would always come to hard as wood. My appetite for sex was off the charts, quickly becoming a nuisance to take care of myself, several times a day. I even had to take a break at work one day. That is, until one day I saw myself in the mirror.

I was getting ready for the day, and suddenly something in me shifted. I stopped pulling down my tee and stared at myself in the mirror.

Damn, had I always been this hot?

Something about the way my jeans hugged into my sides and the thick matted carpet stretching across my stomach felt new and exciting. My mind said it should have felt off, but staring at my gut and feeling its weight ripple as I rubbed it up and down, I was entranced.

‘I felt big, strong, and masculine’, a voice echoed in mind, and I couldn’t agree more. Instantly my plans for the day were shot. I needed to get out there and find someone to share this body with. I couldn’t keep it all to myself. I popped my top off and went on the prowl for a piece of ass to demolish. A few quick photos and I had some nameless twink on his way over for an afternoon delight. Within moments of his arrival, I felt a shift in energy between us. I was used to a kind of back and forth, pull and push as people met and flirted. This was all pull. It started slowly, as he sat next to me on the couch. Then, he placed his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed. I was soon no longer talking to him, I was giving him commands:

“Scoot closer to me.” He scooted.

“Rub my belly a bit, don’t be shy.” He hesitated for just a moment before gliding his hand over my furry belly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He nodded limply. He was fixated on other things

‘A man gets what he wants,’ rang the voice in my head. And my patience was running thin.

The commands flowed from my mouth quickly:

“Take off my shirt”

“Take off your shirt”

“Lay on me a bit”

“Don’t mind the smell, I’m wrapping my arm around you.”

He quickly followed commands, even started taking huffs of my musky pits as he curled into my arms. I didn’t tell him to do that yet, but I felt so in control as this man was getting hard practically in my lap. It was time.

“Pull out my cock.”

“Put your head right there.”

“Open wide.”

“Suck, boy.”

It was just so easy to get him to comply. He was like putty in my hands. He just bent to my authority as I guided his willing throat, mouth, and tongue through the best blow job of my life. By the time I was ready to move on, a damp spot had formed through his shorts at the tip of his throbbing cock. It bobbed in the air a bit as I turned him around and pulled down his shorts. I took a moment to press myself against him, let him feel the power of my body.

“Bend over.” And he went down on all fours.

By the time my next appointment came up, I already had a small selection of boys willing to come over when I needed them. They were so small, I was almost worried I would break them in half. But it felt so freeing to discover this side of myself. Nothing could beat a twink sitting on my dick, begging for me to cum in him. I reported back to the Doc that I didn’t think I needed his services anymore. He said that he couldn’t agree more, and that even he was shocked at how much progress I made in such a short period of time.

“Now would you kindly put your shorts back on? They did not need to come off for this examination.”

“No,” I replied, “gotta take care of some business first. You want to show me that cute ass of yours.”

“I don’t think so, I…”

“Please doctor, with a body like this? I’m confident you’ll find your work satisfying.”

[belovedenzo]

back to the old house; l. berkshire

summary; inspired by the song 'back to the old house' by the smiths. when lorenzo berkshire, your childhood best friend comes back to town for christmas, you learn that he missed you just as much as you missed him.

rating; NSFW., 18+, smut!

warnings; just soft enzo sex. angst, mentions of drug abuse and mental health issues.

word count; 4.8k

notes; I hope you enjoy, this is my first fic on here! lmk what you may want to read next- check out my blog, there will be more. I accept requests and tag lists! if you have seen this post before it is because I switched accounts!

You were twelve years old when the new family moved in next door. This house had been the roof over your head your entire life, or at least since you can remember. 

  A sweet old lady had taken residence in the abode next door until she woefully passed away when you were just ten years old. You remember shedding a few tears and missing her fresh baked cookies for months after that, but as time does it healed the wound and life moved on. That house lied empty until a young couple with a son your age bought the house and began cleaning up the old memories. 

 The neighborhood had always been suppressed and solemn for a young girl but alas it’s the house your parents picked while you were still in the womb. They always told you it was a privilege to grow up in such a nice house in a tranquil area, but with age it became a cruel joke. A cruel joke that would continue as they decided to home school you, making the boring isolation even more painful as you approached your teen years. That was until that said young couple with the son your age moved into the house they had bought. 

 You were so excited to have a new kid on the block- the only other kid really. The day you watched him walk up those steps with his last few bags in hand was all you had needed to gain the confidence. His features hid behind his bouncy brunette hair, forbidding you from seeing what the stranger looked like. Your tiny little hands gripped the edge of the window, a grin threatening to take over your face at that instant as your imagination went wild. A friend, someone to talk to. 

 You may not have learned how to make friends, but you knew that you would do anything to befriend this new neighbor boy. Luckily, it seemed like he was in the same boat and needed a friend as well. 

 It didn’t take long before you did in fact become friends with the neighbor boy. After all it seemed he was in the same position as you- awkward, lonely and eager to make a friend. Lorenzo, Lorenzo Berkshire was his name. His eyes were a deep brown, but grew amber against the sun. His hair was always nicely done by his momma and he wore the same bootcut jeans that were too big for him every day. You two were inseparable to say the least, spending every moment you could together in the tree house his parents had built in his back yard. You had stared longingly as that tree house was being built, hoping you’d get to play in it some day. 

 Lorenzo was kind, funny and always played gentle unlike your boy cousins you had met at family functions. He became the ideal friend, giving you all of his attention. He was all you could ask for, and you felt lucky to have such a sweet neighbor boy to be your friend. 

 “Come on, just jump and I’ll catch you!” He shouted with a grin, ear to ear. “I mean it!”

 You closed your eyes tightly, the idea of bouncing too high on the trampoline and breaking a bone scared you. You stood at the edge of the treehouse opening, blinking a few times, hoping the distance would grow shorter but it never did. “Enzo, I don’t think I can do it!” You shouted back, watching as the boy below you stood with open arms. You weren’t sure if he was even strong enough to catch you.

 He scoffed one last time before rolling his sweet amber eyes and stretching his arms up even further, “You trust me?” He asks, eyes locking into your own. Evidently, you did trust him so before you knew it, you were mid air, hurling towards the trampoline below you. He of course wasn’t as strong as he claimed, causing a collision that ended with you both face down into the trampoline. You both began to laugh so hard that it hurt, all of the fear you had previously felt leaving your body. Lorenzo may have been a foolish child, but he never would have put you in danger. 

 You shared many moments like this, adventuring around the neighborhood, reading books in the treehouse or even eating lunch in his moms bright dining room when she’d invite you inside. For once you didn’t feel so lonesome, you had a best friend. 

 This relationship remained through middle school but feelings began to shift as puberty really hit you both. You started to notice his features in a… different way. He finally really fit those boot cut jeans and that bouncy hair grew in length to frame his new found jaw perfectly. His laugh deepened, growing less obnoxious and more charming. Before you knew it, your best friend quickly became your crush by the time you both hit fourteen. 

 “Really? You don’t think you’ll ever have a boyfriend?” His eyebrows raised, like he didn’t believe what you had just said. “All girls get a boyfriend. I mean come on, we’ll be fifteen next year!” 

 You rolled your eyes, thinking of throwing a pebble from the ground in his direction. “I just don’t want one, other boys aren’t like you y’know? They’re gross.” You weren’t lying, truly no boy you had ever met was quite like Lorenzo. 

  He smiled smugly in your direction, stopping in his tracks. The sound of rocks rolling against his sneakers filled the brief silence, his feet kicking the gravel beneath. “Maybe I’ll just have to be your boyfriend then.” 

 This time you did throw a pebble… or two. “Ew! We’re best friends!”

  He laughed, but a bright pink heat rose to your cheeks like fire. “I was just kidding- I know we’re best friends.” His hand swiftly grabbed yours, beginning a rocking motion as he led the walk to continue. No matter how much you liked Lorenzo, there was no way in hell he would ever know that. Not only were you too shy, but you knew if you did tell him you’d never hear the end of it. 

 High school became a different and more painful story. Lorenzo’s parents decided it was time for him to go to public school, and no matter how much you begged and pleaded, neither of your parents agreed to let you go to his school. You had come up with so many reasons why it would be a sizable idea, and they wouldn’t listen to a single one. Fortunately, that didn’t seem to matter at first because as you both went onto fifteen he seemed to have no interest in his school friends, or sleepovers with the boys his age. 

 “They’re cool and all, but they can be a little mean.” He stated with a shrug, plopping down onto the pillow next to that rested on the wood floor. By then you had both decorated the tree house to your liking, scattering pillows across the floor making it a perfect reading nook. 

 “They’re mean? What did they do?” You pried, interested and concerned at the idea of your best friends classmates being mean to him. According to your parents he had always been a timid boy compared to others his age, making him a perfect victim for teasing. You had always noticed the differences in him and testosterone filled adolescent boys but in your eyes he was the coolest one. 

 He shrugged again, shifting in his seat to rest his head on your shoulder. “Nothing… we just have nothing in common.” He moved away once again to look at you in the eyes. “They aren’t like you, you’re my best friend.” 

 This is always what he had said when you inquired about his new friends, which made you sad for him but also brought and odd sense of comfort… he wouldn’t leave you for his new friends. That was always a secret worry of yours, especially as you began to develop feelings that you further didn’t understand. The idea of him replacing you with the kids at school devastated you, especially the idea of girls. Girls that were prettier or more popular than you could ever be as a home schooler, they terrified you. 

 As your freshman year ended at home, the subject of you going to public school was revisited and this time with more thought. By the time summer came it was confirmed that you would be going to Lorenzo’s school that next year. 

You were both very ecstatic, the promise of going to a public school together lit you up, all of your worries would come to an end. There would be so many new faces, bringing your nerves to a boil but you knew that if you went into it with Lorenzo you would be fine. 

 The rest of the summer went by a little different than past summers, all of his attention wasn’t just given to you. Lorenzo’s new friends came around a lot, you even met them a few times and they seemed fine but Lorenzo kept you over all separate from them. You never questioned that, assuming that as he was growing up he needed ‘guy time’ as your mother called it. The excitement of going to school with him that next year oversaw any unhappiness you felt about having less time with him that summer

 You both turned sixteen before going into year ten, and that’s when things really started to change. You remember it clearly, his birthday party, a party at his house that included you and all of his new friends. They didn’t seem like a bad group of kids, but very different from Lorenzo. Not being used to boys like this, you kept to yourself, hoping Lorenzo would include you more which he didn’t- in fact he seemed to avoid you. Halfway through the party, the group of boys including your best friend had trailed off and left you alone in his back yard. When they came back he seemed different, like he had taken something or well… you weren’t sure. You had never seen that glaze in his eyes or heard that tone of his voice. No conversation was ever had about it, you didn’t want to accuse him but deep down you knew he wasn’t right for the rest of the night. 

 Little did you know, this was the start of him slowly pulling away. He seemed to eventually have more in common with these new friends than he did with you and the loneliness from years before began to resurface. Something changed in him towards the end of summer, his interest in you lessened and lessened, which hurt more than anything you had felt in a long time. However, you still held faith that this was just a phase or that you misunderstood his distance. 

 The school year began, your first school year in a public school. What was once excitement had turned to dread once you realized, you’d be going to this school virtually alone. Without your best friend, you had no one to support you. Everyone seemed to know each other and have established bonds except for you, and no body was interested in letting the weird home school girl in on their group of friends. Bullying quickly began, maybe not like the stuff you had seen on TV but definitely enough to leave a nice sting to the ego. Watching Lorenzo walk around with his friends, made it worse. So many girls seemed to like him, not just you anymore. Not only did he get taller and hotter, but he even cooler, way cooler. Everyone liked Lorenzo, a lot it seemed. He wasn’t the shy little boy you had met, but you remained the shy little girl he had met. 

 That next summer was dull, just as dull as the school year before and the next school year was even worse. You hated watching his style change, his attitude change, his entire demeanor really… all without you. During the summer it was easy to hide and ignore, but at school you were forced to watch him skip his classes and display rude behavior to the teachers and nerdier kids like yourself. None of this was the boy you had met and man did it hurt, more than anything it just really hurt. 

 “Berkshire?” The teacher had asked once more, hoping this time he’d announce himself. It was true though, Lorenzo Berkshire was no where to be found. This was the third time this week that he’s no where to be found actually. Not like he ever noticed you were in this class with him, but of course you noticed. 

 You’d hear the arguments coming from next door, the yelling and cussing which he previously never did. It always seemed to be about his grades and behavior at school, and why he wasn’t acting like himself. The few words you could make out always seemed the same and it worried you to pieces. Not being sure what he was going through upset you, but it’s not like he would talk to you about it anyways. 

 Eventually the time came where his teenage angst caused him to run away for a short time. You can still remember walking into the kitchen to find your mom holding his crying mother. She was in such shables, what a poor woman she was on the linoleum floor of that kitchen. They had asked you about him, but disappointingly you had nothing to say. 

While you were focused on your grades and staying emotionally afloat he was focused on doing juvenile activities with his new group of friends. 

 He eventually came home- according to his mother Lorenzo has been drinking and smoking and warned your mother to watch out for you which luckily she didn’t have to. You were never like that, and until then you never thought your best friend was either. It became clear that substances may be exactly what him and all of those new friends had in common, making the worry you had for him worsen. 

 His mother was always so sweet and inviting, so seeing her such a mess over this was saddening to both you and your own parents. She came clean about lot of issues Lorenzo had growing up, issues that he never spoke to you about… or anyone for that matter it seems. Who knew that such a beautiful boy was so sick on the inside? It hurt. 

 You had tried to approach him after that, truly worried about his well being but you weren’t expecting such a cold response. ‘Mistake’ is an understatement, you should have known he wasn’t interested in the words you had to say. 

 “I really don’t care for your concern.” He laughed in your face, making tears well in the corners of your eyes. “What? Are you gonna cry now? God- you’ve always been such a child.” With that he walked away, not a single care in the world for you as tears streamed down your cheeks. His voice was different than what you remembered, now slathered in venom. His eyes no longer shown amber but sat at its original dark brown hue. He was even more different of a person than you could have imagined, agonizing really. 

 After that you stopped trying and attempted to stop paying attention. It wasn’t that you didn’t care but that you couldn’t. So much pain was left in the pit that was your non-existent friendship with Lorenzo Berkshire- it had to burn. That fire was a hard one to set, yet inevitable.

 Your last year of high school was spent with one girl from your class that happened to move to your home town in her last year of high school. It was rough, but at least you had each other. Lorenzo made the separation easy, ignoring your every move like nothing ever had any meaning at all. 

 “Do you think you’ll ever make up with Lorenzo?” You both walk together out the back doors of your school, relieved that today would be your last day you ever had to endure it’s confinements. 

 A shrug of your shoulders is all you have as an answer, still not willing to talk about it. She knew enough, let’s leave it at that. “I don’t know girl… I don’t know.”

 Life really went on after that- you both graduated and moved away from the little home town you grew up in together. 

You’d never really forget the beautiful boy next door, your best friend and companion… you knew that. But as an adult, you had to find some peace and move on, so that you did. Friends became easier to make with age, as did possible relationships that never quite made it out of the ‘getting to know each other’ stage. You would think of him sometimes and miss him quite horribly, or at least the person you thought you knew. The feeling that lingered the most was hope- hope that he found his way out of that dark hole. You had never known about his struggle with depression, or about his problems fitting in any place they moved him too. If only the sweet boy next door would have told you how he felt… how he really felt.

 Years later you now find yourself back in your home town for Christmas break, the age of twenty one. The smell of cinnamon fills the air, green and red adorning nearly every surface it seems. Christmas time coats the atmosphere, the feeling you now associate with home since leaving your small home town. 

 Everything seemed the same as the last, and the times before that until a familiar voice invaded the room ahead. The last year you were here, Lorenzo was no where to be found, so upon watching him enter his own foyer with a smile on his face, your jaw truly dropped. 

 You watch as he waltz’ around like he hasn’t been gone for three years, hugging family and friends that you’ve known since you were kids. Your eyes scan the room, following his every move with nerves running through your veins, the drink in your hand threatening to bust as you grip it close. He comes closer towards your direction, all of the hairs on ur body standing up. You shoot the last of your spiked Christmas punch down, turning to throw it in the trash behind you. “Oh my god, look who it is.” You pause with every fiber of your being before turning to see the source of the voice. 

 “Lorenzo.” Is all you can say as he pulls you in for a hug, his warmth enveloping you. In that moment it was as if all time stopped and nothing had changed at all, you were both still twelve years old hugging in his living room at Christmas. 

 That night you both had a long talk about what happened to him that summer, what changed and what he’s been through since. “I got sober this year… early February.” He says with a bright smile, taking his last sip of the punch. “All I do is drink now.” He held up the cup with a grin, obviously quite proud of his accomplishment. He shifts awkwardly in the seat on the couch, eyes trailing to another direction. Shame had been painted on his face the entire evening, no matter how much he clearly tried hiding it. 

 You had decided the moment his arms flew around your body to forgive him. Forgiveness had taken place years before this moment even began, you could never hate Lorenzo. Especially not as you watched him animate and speak comfortably, like he never stopped loving you from the start.

 After hours of catching up and moving through lumbersome feelings, everyone began to get tired and left, the house growing quiet. “This may sound crazy, but do you want to sit in the tree house.” The silence was broken by your own voice. 

 “Thought you’d never ask.” He responded, eagerly standing to drag you towards the back door, just like he used to. 

 You both sit, facing each other in the same treehouse you sat in all those years ago, giggling about the memories you both share so personally. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry…” He didn’t go into much detail, but the look in his eyes really said all you needed to hear. The shame he was trying to hide finally spilled from his lips.

 “It’s okay, Enzo.” You said softly, eyes darting to the floor anxiously and then back up to meet his. He went to open his mouth and say something else but you gently shook your head before he could. “Really- it’s okay.” Your voice was but above a whisper, as if you’d scare him off. 

 It goes silent for a while, but comfortably. He goes to speak again, “but I’ve missed you.” He scoots closer, resting his head on your shoulder. 

  “You’re still my best friend, y’know.” You said soft, a grin sitting on your rosy cheeks. Words that you had been holding in for years, finally spilled. 

 He sits up off your shoulder, now to look you in the eyes. He stays close as he asks, “Does that mean you still trust me?” He asked, hushed. There was a tone to his voice you had never heard before, your tummy turning to knots but you can’t decide if it’s the alcohol or his hot breathe against your neck. 

 You nod at a leisurely pace, watching the amber of his eyes twinkle against the moonlight. 

 That’s all he needed to know before his lips softly make contact with the side of your neck. He nips and kisses at the tender flesh, your once wide eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. Years of pent of feelings were relinquished against your pulse point. Long fingers drag against the side of your jaw, bringing your lips to his. The way his lips move with your own tells you that after tonight, you’ll never be the same again. 

 Soft whimpers leave your lips as he now hovers over you, lips gently attacking yours. You had never really had a boyfriend, so all of this was very new to you, but Lorenzo is guiding you through it. His hands are all over you, his touch soft and warm. Before you know it, your sweater is off and while you should be cold, his arms have you caged into his own body heat. His fingers seem too easily and skillfully pop your bra off from behind as he continues to leave soft kisses on your neck. 

 His name softly draws from your lips as he hums into your neck, hands reaching to find your breasts and touch you like you had never been touched before. You can feel the heat pool between your legs while he does this, you eyes screwing shut in ecstasy and slight embarrassment. His fingers pulled at your nipples gingerly before roaming down further to tug your pants off. 

 Your eyes now open as he pulls away to look at you, pulling your pants down your legs carefully as to not hurt you, like you’re his doll.

 You’d never felt so vulnerable before, here on the treehouse floor in front of your best friend, now nearly naked. You both stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before he takes off his own button down. He leans back down, connecting your hands as he kisses you again, this time with more passion.Your nerves leave you as he does this, feeling closer to him the ever before. 

 One hand untangles from your own and makes it’s way down your body to the place you desire him most. He uses two fingers to rub over your panties, feeling the wet spot and spreading it on the rest of the fabric. He pulls away as you mewl, not used to the feeling of someone else’s hand between your legs.

 “Can I?” He asks with that same sultry seduction as before, his fingers still running up and down your clothed core. 

 You nod eagerly, grabbing his shoulder and giving it a squeeze like a silent beg for more friction. You’ve never needed him more than you do now. 

 He smirks at your excitement, pulling your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy to the wind. Any chills are quickly replaced with his fingers as he spreads your wetness through bare folds. You bite back a soft moan as he slides his fingers in with care, watching your expression for any signs of pain. “I’ll be gentle.” 

 With skill and precision, Lorenzo moves his fingers inside of you. Every drag of his finger tips against the gummy walls draws a sound of pleasure from your core. This is a feeling you’ve never felt before and there is no one else you’d rather feel it with. 

 It take doesn’t long before you’re squirming for more than just his fingers, and he is happy to oblige. Both of your bodies feel so close as he runs his cock up and down against you. “Lorenzo- I’ve never-” You feel the need to admit, feeling nervous about losing your virginity. 

 He pauses and looks at you, but not with much surprise. He doesn’t say anything, just leans down and kisses along your jaw. If you were to lose it to anyone, it should be Lorenzo, he’s the person you wanted to lose it to since you were a teenager but the last thing you want to do is disappoint him. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of everything just lay back and feel good.” His voice was soft against your jaw and it calmed your nerves.

 He linked one of your hands together, the other one rubbing circles on your arm as he slid in real slow and steady. A sound immediately left your mouth, the stretch of how thick he is really shocking and kind of painful. He gave you plenty of time to relax how ever, rubbing your arm and squeezing your fingers with his. 

When he felt the time was right he began to move god did it feel good now that the pain subsided. It’s almost like he really knows what he’s doing. 

 Lorenzo made love to you this night, holding you close and rutting into you at a passionate speed. Soft sounds left his lips into the crook of your neck. He was feeling just as good as you and he would make sure you knew that. 

 “You feel so good.”

 “I missed you so much.” 

 “I want every piece of you to be mine, you’ll always be mine.”

 His praises sing a beautiful tune against your ear lobe, pulling even more pornagraphic moans from your throat. With each sweet whisper and deep thrust you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, like it would snap any second now. 

 Your eyes search for him with a desperate, fucked out expression because you know you’re going to come soon and he lets out a soft chuckle as he catches the gaze. 

 “Go ahead baby, I’m close.” He understood your pathetic beg for release. 

 Upon hearing this, your eyes screw shut and your hands fly to grip his broad shoulders for dear life. Finally your body reaches it’s breaking point, harder than you’ve ever been able to do yourself. A sound you’ve never heard comes out of your own throat as you cum, your walls fluttering around him. 

 This is his final straw as he also comes to his climax, biting into your shoulder to hold back a whimper that you still clearly heard. He rode out his high inside of you, making sure to be zephyr-like with your overestimated and spent body. 

 With that, you were consumed by him, no piece of you has been left untouched. Lorenzo has taken it all from you, and he doesn’t plan on giving any of it back. 

[temiizpalace]

helloo may I request a prompt for the love triangle event please?

I'd like to ask for Jade and Vil with prompt 3 where they both offer their shoulders to rest on! tysmm

☆┊PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER! NOT HIS! (👑 vs.🐬)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH OFFER HIS SHOULDER TO REST ON. WHO KNEW IT BECAME A FULL BLOWN WAR!

CHARACTERS: vil schoenheit vs. jade leech

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, mentions of jade ssr vignette

NOTES: eel mafia vs a world star. sure why not!!! thank you for your request!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

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vil did not mind helping you study.

actually, it was quite flattering. all these students around you with incredible grades, and you hand selected him as your tutor. i guess it was only natural. smart and goodlooking? you have good taste.

“and you have to carry the 7 or else it’ll throw off your entire answer. keep note of that.” he pointed at the equation on your worksheet. “ohhh.. that makes sense. thanks vil!” you smile, eagerly writing down the answer. your happy smile was so enthralling. a moment that cannot be captured elsewhere. a one of a kind sight. thank goodness he was an actor, hiding his emotions came like second nature.

if only you were alone together...

“well done, prefect. that was a difficult problem.” jade chuckles, nodding as you solved another equation. “at this rate, you’ll become quite the mathematician.” vil was less than pleased to be accompanied by jade.. especially considering what a manipulator that man could be. he’s already been played for a fool once, he doesn’t dare allow you to fall under similar influence.

“your steadily improving. i say finish a few more problems and you should have it memorized.” vil adds, pulling out a couple more pages. “oh! that’s.. uhm.. can we take a little break?” you ask hesitantly, fearing the tall stack of papers vil had seemingly grabbed out of thin air. almost offended by the thought, vil scoffs.

“this isn’t only about the material, it is also routine. perhaps not this entire stack, but we must do a few more to ensure you’ll continue to do well.” vil places a new worksheet in front of you, sounding like an enraged father when their child can’t memorize the multiplication table. “yes sir..” you mumble.

“oh come now, vil. the poor prefect looks positively exhausted. just look at their eyebags.” jade sighs, suddenly patting your shoulder. as much as he hates to admit, jade had a point. your eyebags stick out like a sore thumb. what an idiot he was to not notice sooner, a fault on his part. “tell me, [MC], when have you last slept?” jade asks, making you flinch.

“next question, please.” you reply, breaking into a cold sweat. the eel tuts in disapproval, shaking his head with a frown. “this simply cannot do. didn’t you know you need at least 8 hours of sleep?” it felt like a lecture. an incredibly boring and uninteresting one.

“agreed. beauty rest is important and staying up late is horrible for your skin,” vil adds, massaging is temples. “i’ll send you some of my own personal skincare for you to use and hide your eyebags, but you must get adequate amounts of sleep.” he huffs, crossing his arms. “okay, okay, i hear you both.” you yawn, stretching your arms out.

“please, rest now. we can always carry on another day.” jade smiles, patting his shoulder for you to rest on. “i can rest there?” you ask, a bit taken aback. “what’s the catch?” vil raises a brow, feeling uneasy with jade’s suggestion. it might be the jealousy, but something doesn’t sit right with him. “please, my intentions are entirely pure. i want nothing more than to see our beloved prefect resting well.”

jade put a hand over his heart, keeping his usual expression while hiding the beating of his heart. “mostro lounge might need their vice soon, no? the prefect may rest on my shoulder. i insist.” vil points to his shoulder, imploring you to place your head onto it. “huh?? guys it’s fine seriousl—“

“mostro lounge can handle itself, i assure you.” jade cuts you off, finding vil’s intense glare quite amusing. it was clear he was livid, and honestly that was the best source of entertainment jade could ask for. “i just wish to care for the prefect. your presence is excused.” vil waves jade off, signaling for him to get lost.

“oh? but wouldn’t having [MC] rest on your shoulder be harmful to your image and theirs? think of the scandals that might go around.. fufu, quite intriguing, hm?” jade hums, lifting a gloved hand to his chin. “i have a man taking care of any possible scandal that might go around, so that is truly the least of my concern.” vil smiles smugly, standing his ground.

as the argument, or rather, civil discussion, continued, the drowsiness began to capture your body. their murmuring began to sound like soft lullabies as you allowed the sleep to take you. your head rested against the hard wooden desk, staying unnoticed til both boys heard your snores.

“they look quite peaceful.” vil murmurs softly, looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “breathtaking.” jade coos, brushing stray hairs out of your face.

this rivalry wasn’t over, oh no, much farther from that. however, to keep you sleeping for as long as you could, they’ll hold off their insults and bite their tongue.

how could you turn him like this?

A/N: sbsbsbsb writing is feeling difficult lately

date published: 9/16/24

[bones4thecats]

can I request Malleus Draconia with part dragon! Reader who likes to sleep and rest a lot with him (very greedy and unpolite but very quiet and intimidating some times.) From 🍦-anon , please

You can ignore this if ur too busy , or just do it late ,I don't mind waiting

➸ Dragon-Love; Malleus × Dragon! S/O

Characters: Malleus Draconia A/N: Reader's Dragon-Form inspired by Glory from Wings of Fire! Fanart by DinkysaurusART on X. Reader's Dress and Crown here. ➥ Summary: Many expect the royal couple to be one of the most proper duos in the world. But, what they didn't know, is that deep inside, behind your high-ranks, was a love that could only be described as adorable.

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���═════ Malleus Draconia ═════════════════════════╝

🐉 The land was silent. The sun had fallen down from the sky and allowed the moon its chance to emerge and finally create the light its opposite did for 12 hours of the day

🐉 While the sidewalks of Briar Valley were empty and vacant of any sound, minus the occasional chirp of the cricket, the castle still rustled. The royal knights switched their shifts, the night-crew coming in as the day-crew left for their homes to rest from the busy day

🐉 And as that happened. The King and Queen of Briar Valley smiled, they had snuck out like they did almost every night since they were teenagers. The cool breeze brushed past them as they walked together, laughing as they did so

🐉 They may have been older than 178 by then, but that didn't mean they had no sense of child-like inside of them still

🐉 Malleus smiled as he landed on the ground, he held his hand up to allow you to come down the rocks carefully. After all, you were still in your dress you would wear around the castle. The long ends hit the ground with a light poof while you kept up with your husband

🐉 Once you guys reached the edge of a cliff, you could look over everything. You could see your kingdom and your home right beneath you. It was all so... mesmerizing

🐉 The King of Briar Valley looked over at you. Your eyes twinkled in the night, reflecting not only the stars and moon's light, but the wonder and amazement that your continued to have years and years beyond your time at Night Raven College

🐉 He sat down on the edge, his legs dangling over the rocks and motioned for you to join him. You happily sat down next to him. But, after a while of staring at the view, you grew bored. This was far from unnatural. You craved adventure your whole life, and bringing your one and only into it made it better to savor

🐉 Glancing from below and back up to Malleus, your shifted to stand again. Malleus looked up in confusion at you. He was wondering what you were doing

"What are you doing, love?" He asked.

"Just getting a better look." You smiled.

"We've been sitting here for nearly 10 minutes and you want a better view now? What are you planning, dearest?" He teased.

🐉 Looking back at your husband, you began to lean backwards, causing yourself to fall down the mountain and towards the ground. Malleus jumped up and yelled your name in fear. But, instead of lunging after you, he was stuck in shock

🐉 All of a sudden, a large dragon flew up past him and into the sky. Smiling and groaning, Malleus did the same as you, bounding into the sky at full-speed. His large-black form flying alongside yours as you messed around

🐉 Lilia looked up from his bed and out of the window posted next to said furniture. He noticed two dragons flapping around, as if they were two dogs playing around. He smirked and chuckled at the actions of the two beings

🐉 Before he knew it, the two had laid down, cuddling. Their heads placed next to one another's as the larger one, Malleus', wing laid on top of the smaller one's, your, form

"Young love? More like Dragon-Love."

[woolfie-artz]

more of my other category 10 Stan post

https://www.tumblr.com/woolfie-artz/779572654588968961/i-wanna-add-this-too-stan-as-a-ghost-does

The reason Ford goes to cabin (i’ve decided its a couple miles out of the town of Boring, Oregon. because i can.) is because his last attempt at studying a category 10 ghost didn’t let him properly study them, so hes hoping this ghost might be more cooperative

So, im thinking when Ford gets to the cabin, there’s been so much rain that there’s a insanely deep puddle that may as well be a pond with its depth around the house, but not a single bit of it touches the house, instead effectively acting as a sort of moat. This doesn’t deter Ford in the slightest, instead intriguing him more.

Once passing the moat, the first thing he notices is old, dried blood on the porch, accompanied by a tooth right next to it. Ford had assumed the ghost haunting this place had been here for a long time, but hes not so sure anymore. he continues on, however now more cautious.

The cabin is dark, damp, and looks like it’s ready to collapse at any second, quite honestly. the first room he goes into is the dining room. it’s clear there was a struggle here, from how the things in the room look haphazardly thrown around, and the old, dried blood left in a large patch left on the table on a spot where one could assume someone was pushed against during the fight. the only thing which seems undisturbed is a white, poster sized towel pinned to the wall. the sole sign it was even there during the struggle was a single bloody hand print on the left side of it, yet it was still hung nicely on the wall.

“We can use this as the flag of the Stan o’ War, Sixer! and everyone’ll know it’s us cause it’s got out names on it too!”

Ford walks towards it, muttering“this looks familiar” under his breath, but then a rattling is felt from the floorboards and anything touching the ground, such as shelves, falls over, slamming so hard against the floor they crash through the floor and cause the window in the room to shatter. barely avoiding being flattened by these things, he makes the wise decision to run the hell out of that room.

throwing the door closed behind him as he gets into the hall way, the time he takes to catch his breath and regain his bearings, he notices the pointing and pictures on the walls and such. the faces are all torn out, and most of them have bloodstains on them. the only ones still in pristine condition are the few which depict ships at sea. it all brings a deep, twisting put in his stomach, his throat already feeling tight as he fought back a subconscious need to cry.

he forces himself to continue on, going into the living room.

there’s possums nesting in the ripped up furniture, and for a second Ford catches himself thinking I bet Stan would’ve loved to see this.

there’s no blood here, or any sort of gore. the closest there is to that is a taxidermy possum sitting on the mantle, and Ford almost lets out a chuckle at the irony of the fact that a family of possums have chosen to live in the room which displayed the preserved corpse of another of their species.

now, as mentioned before, there was no visible blood or gore in this room, but there kitchen block, the one where cooking knives are held, lays haphazardly sideways right next to the couch, knives having spread in front of it which tells the story of it being thrown down on that spot.

Ford take it upon himself to clean it up, because it posed the risk of one of those possums stepping on the knifes and hurting itself. Shanklin came to mind at the scene. To this day, as childish as it was, Ford still believed that animal’s abilities to stab mysteries was impeccable. to try and make sure the possums don’t see him as a threat as he approaches, he says to them “please don’t mind me, I’m just going to clean this up.” though he knows it will make no real difference in how the animals react. not a second later, something jumps him and starts scratching the hell out of Ford’s neck. he ripped it off, throwing it hard against the wall on instinct. the attacker was dazed, and this gave Ford the chance to observe it better. it was poorly stitched, the face all wonky and janked up. it was the taxidermied possum.

the other possums immediately saw him as a threat tabs followed suit in attacking, Ford soon mobbed by them. not without injury, he manages to get them off of him and get out of that room, though the door was loudly being scratched on by the animals.

Ford knows he should leave. he should’ve never gone in. the tooth on the porch shouldve been was got him to leave, but he felt like he had to stay, to figure out just who the spirit is. he feels a pull further into the house. and that pull he follows.

it leads him to the bathroom. the mirror was shattered, and if he thought the blood in the dining room was bad, this place was a new level of horrible. more of it was covered in blood than not. this especially concerned the tub, it practically drenched in crimson and despite refusing to look any closer at the gruesome scene, he could’ve sworn he saw chunks of flesh and hair in there. Hair that looked identical in color to his own.

Ford decided he had enough of this room very quickly, and as he walked as fast as he could out of the room, he stepped on a creaky floorboard. the door slammed shut and locked, and the shower, tub and sink faucets all started rattling. Ford slammed himself at the door, trying to break it down before he had a chance to find out what that rattling was leading to.

He was not afforded that chance as they all started spewing blood, which started to flood the room. the door wasn’t budging. all his attempts to break the door down only scrapped him up and added his own trickle of blood to the pool beginning to well up around his feet. he scrambled to grab the lock picking set he only kept for ghost hunting, and as he tried to pick the lock with his shaking hands, all else he could do was hate his younger self for thinking he’d never need his mothers lock picking lessons.

it was up to his mid thigh by the time he finally was successful, and he sprinted further into the house just on instinct of getting away from that room. near the end of the hallway, the floorboards broke beneath him, and when he looked down, instead of just seeing wounds from the sharp edges of the wood scraping into his leg, he saw something much more gruesome.

His foot was wedged in the ribs of a corpse. a corpse with a mangled face which must’ve looked just like his own before whatever happened to it came to pass. the Jaw looked like it was barely hanging on, one half of it completely de attached from the rest of the head. it looks like most of the organs had been removed, the only ones left were things like the intestines and golbladder.

Ford knew why he felt that pull. why there were knives near the possums, why the towel with a handprint looked so damn familiar. it was Stanley. Stanley was murdered and Ford didn’t know till now. how long had it been since it happened?! weeks? months? years?! the realization hit him harder than a truck. he threw up.

eventually Ford pulled himself together enough to pull Stan’s body out from under the floorboards. he wasnt gonna let his brother go without a proper burial, if he’d even be able to let him go at all. the entire house started to shake, every drawer slamming open and shut, open and shut, open and shut. Ford knew he had to get going if he wanted a chance at survival now that he’s disturbed his brothers corpse. his brother’s corpse. he felt even sicker every time he thought those words.

he carried himself and his brother to the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. he remembers the window in the dining room, and sprints to there.

he has to catch his breath in there, all the most dangerous objects already fallen. he rests his hand against the wall, looking down with intention to look at the ground, but instead he sees the corpse in his arm. he looks up and sees that he’s rested his hand on the towel from before, blood staining to make his own hand print on it. it looked so much like that banner from their childhood room. he can’t stand it here anymore. he climbs out the window while being as careful as he can with his poor brother.

by the time he steps onto the last step of the porch, animals with the same blank eyed stare gathered around the outside edge of the most as leaves started to cyclone around one place.

there was a half eaten dear, a wolf with a hunter’s bullet right between its eyes, a bear which looked incredibly ill and emaciated, alongside many other animals in similar conditions.

the form of the spirit madre itself visible, and it looks the same as the corpse.

“PVZEV OV ZPMNV ZPIVZWB!”

His voice screamed with his eyes shut tight, the vocal fry sounded just as painful to hear as talking must be with the extent of the injuries

Ford barely managed to muster up a quiet

“Stan?”

the ghosts eyes flew open, and a face of recognition lead to all the animals collapsing back to inanimate corpses, the expression quickly turning to relief, then confusion, then anger, and finally to sadness

“Sixer?”

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

summary: working in a coffee shop means you always meet a wide variety of personalities; but why, out of all options, did you have to go and take an interest in the mysterious guy with an attitude problem?

pairing: piercer! scara x gn barista! reader

warnings: uhh needles (obviously), cursing like once, reader has questionable nicknaming skills (they're worse than paimon's)

modern au series || genshin impact masterlist

It was a typical Monday morning in the coffee shop you were working at, most customers seemingly dragging themselves in after rolling out of bed with the occasional energy ball as an exception. The aroma of roasted coffee beans filled your nose as you worked on several orders and people entered or left the store at a steady rate.

Once rush hour was pretty much over, the doorbell chimed again to reveal a guy with a dark and choppy bob cut you were sure not many people could pull off. The black clothes draped over his silhouette were deliberately torn at some places and a black mask covered the rest of his face except for striking indigo eyes and two gleaming dermal piercings peeking out from under the fabric on his right cheek. 

“Good morning, what would you like to order?” you greeted, the expected smile already on your lips.

Without so much as a greeting, he said in a monotone voice, “A large black coffee to go.”

Wow, quite the attitude but then again, it was Monday morning and you had seen worse. So, not thinking too much about it, you continued as normal. “May I ask for your name?”

“Huh?”

“To write on your cup, so we can call you when your order is ready to be picked up,” you patiently explained.

In a tone that suggested the guy was bored out of his mind, he merely drawled a “Just write whatever” and went back to scrolling on his phone.

It was a good thing you weren’t holding a cup yet or you might have crumbled it. So much for giving him the benefit of the doubt. Your eyes narrowed as your smile and voice took on an almost unnoticeable edge. “Sure thing,” you replied in a sweet tone before telling him his total. 

A few minutes passed after you gave the guy’s order to your coworker who sniggered as you handed them the receipt. While taking more orders, you were keenly aware of that indigo-eyed jerk’s presence lingering by one of the windows, back leaning against the wall and ringed fingers reflecting the morning sun. 

Setting a cup down on the counter, your coworker called out “A large black coffee to go for ‘Whatever’!” 

At the unusual call, a few other customers turned to see what was happening and the guy himself seemed taken aback for a short second before collecting himself. As he walked up to the counter, he threw you an unimpressed glare which you returned with an innocent shrug. 

Despite his grumpy attitude, the guy kept coming back for the next couple of weeks to the point where you could pinpoint the exact time he’d walk through that door, always ordering a large black coffee. He’d yet to give you his name, so when you went to prepare his coffee ahead of time, you continued to write ‘Whatever’ on it. 

It might have been your imagination, but you thought Bob-Cut seemed to mellow out more too as he kept coming back and you built somewhat of a routine. He’d actually use words like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ which you didn’t think possible the first time you met him. And, much to your chagrin, you had to admit the nonchalant attitude paired with his style and accessories suited him really well and you sometimes had trouble tearing your gaze away from deep pools of lapis. Not that you’d ever make it known to his face though.

Slowly but surely, you started looking forward to seeing him everyday too. Remembering you’d get to see the mysterious - yet cute- guy walk in again made you positively giddy with excitement as you got ready in the morning. 

Yet this particular day your enthusiasm was stumped as the prepared cup of black coffee sat lonely behind the counter, waiting to be picked up. But he never came, no matter how often you expectantly looked up as the bell jingled. Your coworker patted you on the back encouragingly and you dragged yourself through your shift, a sunken feeling settling in your chest.

The next day, no coffee sat premade on the counter while you worked on orders. With your back turned to the door you almost didn’t notice it swing open. A gruff ‘Morning’ made your eyes light up before you composed yourself and turned to face the strongest resting bitch face ever.

“Good morning, what would you like to order?” You smiled, deciding to play coy although you already knew the answer.

And that was actually the look he gave you; eyes narrowed unimpressed and brow twitching upwards. “Seriously, I don’t come in for a day and you've already forgotten me. That’s a bit harsh, no?”

“Well you never know,” you shrugged playfully. “Maybe you had a change of heart as your coffee was all alone yesterday.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he mumbled, averting his eyes. He had nothing to apologise for in your opinion but it was cute anyway. “A client cancelled their appointment on short notice and my coworkers had all the other clients handled, so I didn’t come to the studio in the morning.”

The guy must’ve caught on to the curiosity visible on your face because he followed it up with “I’m a piercer and tattoo artist.”

“Oh wow, really?” you said, remembering your own plans to get a new piercing somewhen soon. Since your last piercer had closed their shop, you had kind of pushed that thought to the back of your mind though. Suddenly you were very much aware again of the ink peeking over the neck of his shirt and the piercings gleaming in the shop light “Where do you work?”

“In the studio down the road. If you don’t believe me, you should drop by,” he challenged defensively, although you didn’t doubt him at all. Realising what he just said, his eyes widened in the first big show of emotion you’d seen from him and you thought you could see a faint rosy tint where his mask ended. “No, I mean– Forget I said anything!”

For the rest of the interaction, the guy kept his head down, bangs obscuring his eyes which never quite met yours. It was cute seeing someone who acted so aloof usually be all shy and bashful and you tugged the info about his workplace away for later. To be precise, for the coming weekend. 

On your day off, you found yourself in front of the glass door of a tattoo shop. The pleasant scent of flowers from the shop next to it filled the air as you took a deep breath before you pulled the handle towards you. You chastised yourself for being giddy and letting your hopes get the better of you; for all you know, he might not even work today. Or what if he really didn’t want you here?

Your nerves were forgotten when you entered the studio. Along the walls of the modern entrance area hung a variety of different sketches, distinct both in style and motif. From fine-line flowers to precise geometrics to calligraphy and Japanese style tattoos, you wondered just how many coworkers Bob-Cut had and which sketches were his as you studied the signatures.

“Hi there, how can I help you?” You spun around to face an auburn haired man who had appeared behind the counter, his olive eyes twinkling at your reaction. 

“Oh uhm, I wanted to get a new piercing. That’s fine without a scheduled appointment, right?” 

“Sure, thing. Just fill out these documents here and tell me what piercing you want and I’ll hook you up with someone who’s not working right now,” he smiled brightly, yet you had the strange sense that mischief was bubbling just underneath the surface.

“Actually,” you couldn’t believe you were about to say this out loud, “is there a piercer working here with an indigo bob cut and two piercings on his cheek?”

“Oh?” And there it was, that teasing lilt in his voice which raised the hairs in the back of your neck. “Yo, ‘mouchie, there’s a cutie here to see you!”

A mere few seconds after his shout reverberated down the short hallway behind the desk, steps could be heard as a familiar raspy voice answered. “If you call me that again, I’ll fucking ki– What are YOU doing here?!”

“Oh, so you really do know each other,” Olive-Eyes snickered.

Deciding to ignore him, you tilted your head at the accusatory finger still pointed in your direction. “You invited me, remember?”

“I told you to forget it!”

“Well, too bad you’re not my boss and I can do what I want,” you snipped. “Besides, I wanted a new piercing anyway, so I decided to come here. Where’s the problem with that?”

The sound of your bickering lured in two more onlookers, a guy with dark blue hair tied into two braids to frame his face and one guy with his teal hair tied into a messy ponytail, who was staring down at his phone as if it was way more interesting than his colleagues. 

“What am I hearing? Scara inviting someone over?” The braid-guy sing songed. He mimicked wiping a tear from his eye dramatically. “That I can still witness the day… They grow up so fast.”

“Go to hell, all of you,” ‘Scara’ seethed.

“Alright, see you there.” Teal-Bangs didn’t even look up from his phone, the quip rolling off his tongue as naturally as breathing.

“Wow, even Xiao is bullying you now,” Olive-Eyes chimed in.

Dual-Braids laughed, slinging an arm around Bob-Cut’s shoulders and you feared he might bite it off given the glare he was sending his coworker. “You should really stop hitting him with the newspaper, you know?”

“Uh, guys…?” you interjected before they could start squabbling again. “About that piercing…?”

“Oh right!” The auburn-haired man took the documents from you and gave you a wide smile. “As I said, a piercer who’s free will take care of that aaaaaand would you look at that! Scara happens to be free, so he’ll have the honour of giving you a cool new accessory!”

“Hey, I-” Your coffee shop acquaintance tried to protest but Heizou was already ushering you in his direction.

“Now, go have fun, you two,” he teased. “But not too much, okay? 

That was how you found yourself standing in a neat piercing room, bright white light illuminating the equipment stashed there. There was a sigh behind you and ‘Scara’ crossed the room. 

“They’re such nuisances,” he mumbled before he fixed his indigo eyes on you. Without his black mask on, you could see that besides the two dermal piercings on his right cheek he also had a nostril on the left side of his nose. As he spoke up again, a silver ball sitting on his tongue reflected the crisp light. “You’re okay with that? I mean, me being your piercer and all. Heizou didn’t give you much of a choice but just know that you can back out if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s fine by me, if you’re okay with it too,” you sincerely replied. “I mean you were pressured into it just as much.”

“I’m used to their antics though.” After a brief moment of gazing at each other, he cleared his throat and gestured for you to take a seat. “So, what kind of piercing do you want?”

You watched him pull on a pair of black latex gloves and only when he looked back at you did the question register in your brain. “A helix, here,” you said, pointing at your ear.

“Sure thing.” Rolling closer on a chair, he marked the spot you indicated and handed you a mirror. “Like that?”

When you gave your approval, he went back to the desk to prepare the necessary equipment and sterilised it. The silence prompted you to ask the question that has been burning on your tongue for a while now. “So your name is Scara?”

“Scaramouche is my artist name, I’m going by that,” he replied. “But Scara is fine.”

You didn’t have much time to wonder about the implications of using an artist name because a moment later, Scara appeared in front of you again. Needle in hand, his eyes came level with yours again. Up close, you could make out all the tiny specks of amethyst caught in the light and his scent invaded your senses.

“You ready?” he asked quietly, his low voice preserving the delicate atmosphere your proximity created. When you nodded, he gave you a small smirk, demeanour entirely changed from how you’d gotten to know him. “Alright, this is going to hurt a little but the pain will be brief. I need you to hold still through it, can you do that for me?”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded again as you swallowed. Latex met the side of your jaw in a ghost of a touch as Scara gently tilted your head the way he needed it. All nerve endings in your skin lit up as liquid fire spread from the tips of his fingers through your veins, the strange intimacy getting to you more than you could have prepared for.

You felt the Scara’s exhale brush your cheek as he positioned the needle and your warbled thoughts caught up with the situation the moment he pushed it through. But only when the jewellery followed did you flinch.

“There we go, the worst part is done,” he soothed. Giving the mirror back to you, he left you to admire his work as he got up. The calm call of your name pulled you from your own reflection as Scara held out a glass of water to you.

“Thanks,” you smiled before pausing. “Wait, did I even tell you my name?”

“Read it on your file,” he replied nonchalantly as you gave him an unimpressed glance.

“I’m sure that falls under poor etiquette,” you playfully chastised him.

“So? The outcome is the same, isn’t it?” he shrugged, yet you couldn’t help but find it endearing. “You good to go? C’mon, I’ll show you the way out.”

As you wrapped up the payment and Scara went over all the mandatory steps in taking care of your new piercing, you were well aware of the doors opening and the people peeping into your conversation. So much for privacy.

“Well then, that’s that.” The metal of his tongue piercing held your attention until Scara brushed some of his hair behind his ear, revealing a few piercings of his own. Among them was a helix which mirrored yours in placement. “Get home safe, yeah?”

“I will, thanks.” Your smile was filled with genuine gratitude. As you pushed through the glass door, you turned back to wave. “See you tomorrow!”

Maybe it was your imagination but as you left you thought there was an actual smile gracing his sharp features.

The next day, your spirits were high as they could be. Not only were you excited to show off your new accessory, you’d also been on cloud nine since leaving the piercing studio, butterflies stirring in your stomach every time you thought back to how he touched you. Perhaps what you were about to do was a little bold but you’d be damned if you didn’t shoot your shot.

As expected, Scara came in at the same time as every morning and you’d just finished brewing his coffee. He too seemed to be in a better mood than usual as he walked up to the counter. While you typed in his order, you made a bit of small talk over how your piercing was healing.

“It’s all good,” you laughed and showed the jewellery to him. “Almost like my piercer knew what he was doing.”

“You better believe that,” he countered. However, you didn’t miss the way his eyes seemingly lit up and crinkled at the edges, as they did when he smirked, when his gaze fell onto the piercing he put on you. His reaction gave you a boost of confidence for what you were about to do.

Handing him his cup, you wished him a great day and watched as he went to leave before stopping dead in his tracks. No doubt he discovered the little ‘If you ever feel like going for a coffee while I’m not working ♡ (and don’t whatever me!)’ you had scribbled onto the cup holder, followed by your phone number. You gave him a wink when he searched your eyes and watched him pull out his phone. A few seconds later your phone pinged.

Unknown number: whatever Unknown number: are you free this week?

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[saikira999]

~ Headcannons for TWST characters playing Minecraft

This is a continuation to the answer to the last request!

I also remind you that English is not my native language, and if you find any errors, please let me know.

Another parts about:

Azul and Lilia!

Idia and Malleus!

Riddle and Leona!

[Jade]

One day, Jade was offered to play Minecraft....:

1) "A game about blocks...? Haha, it's a really cute idea, but I don't think I can find the time for it."

“There are huge mushrooms the size of trees, and You can live on a mushroom island and collect mushroom soup from mushroom cows...”

"...😊"

2) He downloaded the game that evening.

3) Before the game, briefly studied it and the topic of minecraft mushrooms, and when He went to the server, the first thing He did was go look for mushroom biomes.

Azul tried to persuade Him to settle in His village (Not in any case for to exploit the eel in a cubic version of the Mostro Lounge, or at least make a workbench to begin with), But Jade simply left.

leech wandered around the server, and soon found the nearest mushroom biome, adjacent to the village of Riddle (Poor Riddle), and quickly occupied it, starting to build a base right under the huge red mushroom.

4) When he learned that mushroom blocks cannot be obtained by hand or with ordinary tools, His reaction was literally: "....😊.....💀"

5) Fortunately, the kind-hearted Riddle gave Him a pickaxe enchanted with silk touch, in exchange for the fact that Jade would not allow her beloved brother to wander around Their and Riddle’s territories.

6) Now, He can get more huge mushrooms to build a GIANT mushroom and live in Him!

7) As mentioned above, His home is a giant red mushroom, proudly towering above the other mushrooms and the neighboring birch grove. The inside of his hat may not be so spacious, but over the course of the game, Jade will significantly expand it so that only the most necessary things can fit: a turquoise bed, chests, a workbench, stoves, decorative pots with mushrooms, etc. You can climb the stairs, and below, around the mushroom king, the Leech will build a mushroom garden (there are never too many mushrooms) with a small lake into which he will place a couple of fish from a bucket.

8) It’s even a pity that no one wants to come to visit Him.... One day, when Yuu came to visit the eel, He fed Them a couple of bowls of mushroom stew and gave Them a couple of dozen more bowls with Him, because His chests were already bursting with stews.

9) It seems that in this game, Jade is not interested in anything other than His mushroom kingdom, but sometimes, He gets out to other players to exchange, trade mushroom stew (No one buys it) or just out of curiosity. Once, an eel even walked along the seabed and found an underwater temple, but soon, He got bored with the ocean and He climbed out to the shore again, looking for mushrooms. He also often walks in the mountains, but believes that real mountains are much more interesting.

10) In general, Jade is a neutral player, but this does not mean that it is worth angering him or destroying his mushroom house... No, He certainly will not grief in response, or start a sword fight with an idiot in the game...

...He would just find and visit Him in reality....

11) The main goal for Jade is not even to kill the dragon, but to find a mushroom island on which He will build a second base and breed mooshroom...And when He, after driving a boat across the ocean for hours, finally finds muddy water and an island of the same color with mushrooms and creepy-looking cows, His smile for a split minute becomes truly sincere.

Expect that you will not get Him out of there for the next few days.

12) He built a new base, similar to the first one, and squandered all the tags on mooshrooms, naming Them all after mushrooms known to Him.

13) His favorite is Boletus. One day, She was struck by lightning, which turned the red cow brown and this made Her stand out from the crowd. Boletus lives right above, in the cap of a giant mushroom, along with Jade (Don't ask how He got Her there).

14) In a sudden change of mood, Floyd once shorn more than half of Jade's cows, making them ordinary, and almost killed a Boletus. In response to this, Jade simply left the game.... And then Floyd left the game...

And then, Floyd, for some reason unknown to anyone, did not enter the game for two weeks....

15) When the eel has completely conquered the mushrooms of the upper world, it’s time to conquer the fungi of the lower world!

Jade quickly found the crimson and warped forests and killed a decent number of the local inhabitants, so that no one would interfere with Him collecting precious fungi and their huge versions... Although, of course, He did not really understand why the Large distorted and crimson fungi were more like trees, but on the other hand, He will be able to update the interior (Jade will decorate His bases mainly with turquoise boards and decorations of warped mushrooms).

16) Oh, those long-legged ugly guys flopping around in the lava also like mushrooms? Great, so Jade will have new pets....

Jade will make a separate, third base in Nether, after He tried to drag several striders to his mushroom island, but They all died due to the rain... But in His new one, more spacious and richly decorated with various hellish vines, mushrooms and the items house will make lava pool for His new friends, whom Jade periodically feeds and breeds.

17) Jade made his own flags with mushrooms on them and hung them wherever possible.

18) Didn’t go to fight the dragon because there were no mushrooms in the End, which means there was nothing interesting.

19) Most likely, He will get bored with the game in a month or two, and each time He will go there less and less, until he finally leave, leaving His beloved mushroom cows and striders to wait for His master for eternity...

20) ...Unless Yuu accidentally mentions next to Him the existence of various mods and add-ons, and the eel goes to delicately request (This looks more like a polite threat than a request) Idia for to install a couple of mods on a dozen new mushrooms and related with them biomes, mobs and even decorative items and food...

[Floyd]

Despite the threat of being strangled, the Yuu still approached Floyd to call Him to Minecraft:

1) "Ahhh...? Shrimpy wants to play with blocks? Hehehe, this game looks stupid... You're lucky that I'm bored, otherwise I would have squeezed you long ago...~ Although... Come here, little shrimp! Play with ME, not with these stupid blocks!

(Insert aggressively tender Floyd sounds here)

2) After a session of tight hugs, after which all of Yuu’s bones began to crack, Floyd finally downloaded the game and, logging into the server, brought with him fear and horror to all the players in the area (Especially Riddle).

3) Definitely homeless. Floyd is not interested in construction and mostly hangs around, sometimes intimidating other players.

Of course, Azul invited Him to settle in His village, still naively wanting to exploit another eel in the second Mostro, but after Floyd started a fight there and blew up the wall of the restaurant (I beg you, don’t ask where this damned eel dug up dynamite at the very beginning of the game ), Azul kicked out politely sent Floyd outside to play.

4) Floyd is an unstable player. At first He is quite peaceful and calm, wanders aimlessly from side to side, watching the others and sometimes scaring other players, and after a couple of minutes, he brutally beats mobs or players, causes brawls and joins griefer raids. Floyd is the second villain of the server after Leona and the players are really afraid of him and even a couple of times, Idia had to kick him out of the server, but Floyd always came back using His brother or Azul as a ticket to enter.

5) If Jade is a tactical and careful player who uses tactics, evasion and shields during the battle, then Floyd is a tank who crushes everything in His path, not leaving alive a single monster or innocent animal he sees... And sometimes players.

6) Once, He beat Idia, armed to the teeth and dressed in netherite armor, with raw salmon to death.

7) Constantly forgets that he cannot breathe and swim quickly underwater, and is sincerely indignant when he dies at the bottom due to lack of oxygen.

8) Periodically, Floyd spends the night either with other players (Sometimes without their permission), or in the open air.

9) His favorite pastime is parkour and climbing everything possible. Sometimes Floyd jumps on the buildings of other players, original buildings in Minecraft, or a couple of times he even builds a “challenge path” for himself so as not to get bored. Sometimes Jade and Yuu help Him with construction.

10) Ortho will teach Him how to create his own worlds and install mods and parkour maps, which, surprisingly, will keep the eel busy for a long time.

11) He is absolutely invincible in joint parkour competitions held on the server and even beat Idia and Lilia in a surprisingly short time, for which he received a well-enchanted set of netherite armor... Which He almost never uses.

12) He spends a lot of time at the bottom and has already killed all the drowned people and even took a couple of tridents from them, which, however, he hardly uses and hits his enemies with the first thing that comes to hand.

13) He openly hates mushroom biomes, and only went to visit his brother a couple of times, and only because other players didn’t let him spend the night, and he didn’t want to sleep outside... And also because, there’s a little goldfish cute village nearby.

14) Of all the players, he most often pesters Riddle, sometimes starting playful fuss with Him, which usually ends in a fight or destruction of His village.

15) He also likes to mischief and mix things up in Riddle’s chests, interfere with Jamil in His kitchen on the server, distract Azul or mess with Jade... Yuu, He also often annoys, preventing Them from doing what they love and begging for attention.

16) He constantly dies and gets very angry about it.

17) Single-handedly killed the wither... With the same raw salmon...

18) Enters the server with volatile interest. Sometimes, the game suddenly becomes boring for him and Floyd doesn't log in for a few days, and then suddenly returns to make a new mess.

19) Floyd was among those players who went to kill the dragon (Ortho persuaded Him to put on armor and take with Him at least something other than raw salmon)...

And He took the raw cod.

And in The End, He was mainly busy gnawing the endermen running after other players and the dragon and sometimes switching to the dragon, continuing the aggressive beating of everyone possible... After the endermen and the dragon, He would switch to the players.

20) After defeating the dragon, Floyd played Minecraft for some time until He finally got tired of it and forgot about the server.

Perhaps He will still occasionally enter the game for the sake of parkour, but parkour in the game will never compare to the flight of a free eel on the walls and roofs of a college, under the loud cursing of teachers and the director, in reality.

Thank you for your requests! I will also be happy to receive new requests and reblogs! :D

I was asked to make headcanons about freshmen. I'll deal with it a little later~

[meshla-cyarika]

Public Menace

Pairing: Commander Fox x gn!reader

Word count: 852

Tags/warnings: none

Summary: Fox suffers the consequences of you being bored while on sick leave.

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"Would you stop with the wriggling?" Fox huffs, looking up from his paperwork for the first time in hours. You shuffle on the couch one more time just to irk him.

You're in his office for some rare downtime and Fox is still forcing himself to concentrate on requisition paperwork for the 104th, claiming that he's falling behind in his work. You've been trying your very hardest to distract him for the past two hours, saying that you want your cyare's company during your sick leave. As much as he loves you, which he has assured you of multiple times, he really has alot of work to be doing.

The wriggling, as Fox has put it, is only 50% on purpose. You were chasing a group of thieves through the Coruscant streets with Thorn, when you had taken a nasty fall while wrestling with a pissed off Devaronian. Looking back on it, you find Thorn stressing and worrying over you rather funny, because both of you know Fox would've killed him if he let you die on his watch.

Initially, Fox was fussing over you so much that it nearly gave you a headache, but after a week he started to mellow out. He knows you can handle yourself and that you've dealt with worse injuries. Jewels, a Coruscant Gaurd medic, had told you that you had just bruised some of your ribs and your shoulders, along with a concussion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you try getting comfortable on a lump ass couch, while suffering from internal bruises." You shoot him a look and he just rolls his eyes at your words, knowing that you're just winding him up.

"If you find it so uncomfortable, why don't you go back to bed?" He says in a much softer tone.

"And leave you here all alone, without any human interaction for the rest of the day?" You arch a brow and he's quick to distract himself by signing off new plastoid for 25% of the 104th instead of meeting your gaze. You know him too well.

"Besides, I've been working on this report for ages." You continue typing away on your datapad.

"The report can wait, you're on leave." Fox says back.

"So can the requisitions." You remark. "May aswell be in a warm, comfortable bed-"

"There's a blanket in the locker, if you're cold." He interrupts you bluntly and you give him a flat look.

Having nothing left to say, silence settles over the room for a few minutes. The thoughts of that blanket are filling your mind. You had brought it for him during the first couple of weeks you were dating, after noticing his habit of sleeping in his office.

A exasperated sigh leaves your lips and you place your datapad on the couch next to you, before painfully bringing yourself to stand. The winces and occasional "ow, fuck" are only partly exaggerated, as you pull out the fluffy red blanket from his locker.

"Urgh, think I'm dying." You mumble quietly, finding a comfortable position on the couch.

"You finished?" Fox arches a brow at you, amused by your attempt at manipulating him to lay with you.

"Everything hurts." You pout at him, tormenting facade finally slipping. Fox gives you a warm smile, standing from his desk to make the few steps to stand by you.

"You're over doing it, sarad." He brings his hands up to hold either side of your face.

"Hurts." Is all you mumble out and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Fox doesn't like seeing you hurt and he knows that you know he doesn't like seeing you hurt because you've gone out of your way to lighten the mood this past week with cheesy jokes.

"Tell me honestly, if I bring my work over here to be with you, are you going to sit still for once?" He tilts your head up to make you meet his eyes. A mischievous smile etches it's way onto your face at his words.

"Of course, I will. What to do you take me for, a public menace?" You arch a brow and he gives you a flat look, before turning away to gather his datapad and documents.

Fox rearranges a few pillows to prop himself up agaisnt, before reclining back agaisnt the armrest. You snuggle up to him with mild discomfort, resting the side of your face agaisnt his chest that's rid of his plastoid for once.

"Love you." You mumble out, eyelids already drooping.

"I gathered." He says back, causing you to pinch him in the side. "Alright! I love you to!" He leans down to place a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Five hours later, Stone barges into Fox's office, about to rave on about Hound putting hair dye in his shampoo. What he finds is rather unexpected. So, you finally wore him down, huh? He totally doesn't steal the datapad that's lax in Fox's hold, take a photo of the pair of you blissfully asleep, forward it to Thire, Thorn and Hound, then sets it as Fox's background.

[xy-nox]

HASO: On the topic of choosing joy

In honor of some testing I did NOT want to study for.

Brian heard the soft padding of paws before he saw Clojer in his peripheral, asked a quiet, “Sir?” he hummed as response to.

“What are you.. doing?”

Brian looked the overgrown house-cat— his employee over before going back to his game of solitaire “Procrastinating.”

Clojer sat next to him, his ear twitching when Brian began humming under his breath.

“If I may—“

“You may. Don’t need to ask, I don’t bite.”

Neither of them quite believed that but if the phrasing bothered Clojer, he didn’t show it.

“Why, Sir? Didn’t you say you needed to read about more systems of law for your trial?”

“Yes.” Brian placed a three at the top of the stack of hearts. “Your point?”

“You’re… Not doing that.”

“It’s lunch.”

Clojer narrowed his eyes, unimpressed gaze going from Brian’s untouched thermos to his face.

“I can eat on the job,” he countered.

“With a muzzle.”

“Can drink the soup with a straw.”

“That’s a choking hazard, Brian.”

“Sod off,” he snapped with more bite than intended, sighing when he was leveled with a low growl.

He kicked his feet up where there weren’t cards residing. “I chose joy tonight, friend. Will that probably stress me out in a couple days, sure. But a guy deserves some rest.” 

Brian flicked a blank in Clojer’s general direction. Were the latter not paying better attention, he wouldn’t have heard a muttered, “Only so much time I get to relax without the muzzle nowadays,” before a joker was flung at the offending piece of metal.

“Might I join you, Sir?”

Brian nodded, hesitating before he confidently placed several more cards. He didn’t react as there was a dip in the plush chair next to him. He found it odd at first how many types of chairs there were around the station but sitting in some of those nightmares without lumbar support for his workday righted him quick. The fluff of a tail brushed his arm before going back down as Clojer set the blank back down in his deck.

“Why do this if you know you’ll be distressed by the time lost later?” he asked softly.

“Executive dysfunction for one. But uh.. I just need to do something to feel happy for two. Being bored and panicking about how little I know just makes me feel shit. And I don’t like feeling shit so.. Cards. More fun than a literal textbook of legalese.”

Clojer picked up the book, inspecting the sticky notes over it as he flipped through.

“Is there any way I can help you read this without getting.. ‘shittifyed.’”

Brain chuckled as he shrugged. “I dunno, Clo. And I don’t wanna use up your time.”

“I will outlive you by at least 50 years on workplace safety alone, Sir. How may I help?”

“…Read it to me?”

“You’re lucky I took the course to learn written English, Sir.”

Brian nodded as he relaxed into the sofa. “‘S… comforting. Talking to someone in my own tongue. One day I’m gonna learn yours.”

“After the trial, Sir.”

“Don’t call me Sir, Clo. We’re friends.”

“Affirmative, Mr. Brian.”

“Whatever Mr. I-got-fourty-years-on-your-arse, get to reading.”

“I said fifty you twat.”

“You point, twit?”

Clojer kicked his legs off the table. Precisely proving Brian’s point of you asked him, now instead strewing his legs obnoxiously about his favorite electrician. He’d probably complain when the building static shocked him later but that was an issue for future Brian.

Clojer began reading and Brian vaguely noted his own accent and slang rubbing off on Clojer, as he was very sure that most the courses in the station were taught by Americans. Not he especially minded, not even space seemed like it could limit British invasion.

Clojer only attempted to keep him awake the first ten minutes, letting Brian doze after he deduced he wasn’t retaining anything. One night. He could give Brian one night for joy.

———————— woah, continuity?? Part one of these silly shits that you could totally read if you want to????

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Nightly Chats

A series of conversations between Agi and Emmrich as they wind down for the night. SFW mostly.

Emmrich thought it was unexpectedly wonderful that he and my beloved girl had settled into what he believed was the most domestic part of their blossoming relationship. After he prepared Manfred for the night (plenty of activities to stimulate and educate him while we sleep), the couple would lay in bed.

Cuddle. Read. Talk.

I so do enjoy our nightly chats.

“What’s there to do in Nevarra anyways? I mean, obviously there’s the Necropolis, but what about non-death related things? Parks? Theaters? Fishing?”

Fishing. She took me not too long ago for fishing and a delightful picnic in Arlathan. “My Da was a fisherman. He taught me how to fish. It’s something we loved doing together. And it makes me feel connected to him. Oh Emm, you would’ve loved Da.”

Turning the page of the current selection for book club, he chuckled. “Well, in Nevarra City itself there are many parks, museums, theaters of all sizes, festivals, markets, libraries, and so much more! Why, my darling, are you afraid you’ll be bored?”

Agnes threw her head back and laughed. “No, no, no! I don’t know anything about Nevarra other than the bits of the Necropolis I’ve seen.” She scooched closer to him. “I want to love it as much as you do.”

He hummed softly. “Why’s that, dear?”

Say what I hope you’ll say. Please.

She moved to snuggle against him, and he lifted his arm to accommodate her and then to hold her close. My big beautiful darling girl, fear not. I always have room for you. “Because when this is all over, hopefully Nevarra will be my new home. With you.” Yes. Yes, with me. If my current abode is not to your liking, then we may find one to your tastes. Anything you want, sweetheart. Anything at all. Agnes sighed. “Sometimes I think about us having our morning coffee on days off…then going to the markets, holding hands and sharing kisses…it’s all so lovely.”

“What happens next?”

He can hear the grin in her voice when she answers. “You usually bend me over the desk in your study and have your wicked way with me, Professor.”

Wicked? I shall show you wicked, my beloved.

With a rather mad bark of laughter, he shifted suddenly to straddle her generous waist, her wrists pinned by the sides of her head. Emmrich watched her chuckle breathlessly below him, her smile growing wider by the second. “My wicked way, hmm? How wicked? Teasing you until you’re a writhing mess, begging me for relief? Rutting into you from behind relentlessly? How wicked am I, dearest?”

It is at this point, my darling girl growled, “SHOW ME, EMMRICH. PLEASE.”

As a gentleman, I simply must oblige when asked so nicely…

***

“So, what were you doing when you were thirty?” Agnes asked after swallowing a bite of her cheesecake. “What were you like?”

Reading glasses on the end of his nose, he glanced over them at her. “I beg your pardon, dear?”

She stabbed the cheesecake. “I’m thirty, love. You know me. You know I’m doing.” Barely suppressing a grin, she continued. “I’m curious about you. Were you teaching then? Were you seeing anyone? What were you doing most days? Who were your friends? That sort of thing.”

He closed his book and placed it on his side table, raising an eyebrow. “Alright, I’ll indulge your curiosity since you asked so nicely.” I’m only teasing, dear. As you have been and continue to be honest with me, I shall be the same to you. Leaning back against the pillows, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Nearly twenty-two years ago, I was indeed teaching, my love. I had been for five years. Can you believe it?” I see that little sweet smile, dearest Agnes. Oh, how I wish to kiss you. Not yet… “I was living in my old apartment at the Necropolis---a lovely one-bedroom with a small balcony overlooking the Memorial Gardens. I spent many mornings having breakfast out there, gazing at the flowers. My daily life was largely the same as it is now---teaching, corpse whispering, performing my duties, attending social events and the like. And also similarly, I have many friendships with colleagues, some of whom include my former students.” And Johanna. My dearest friend. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Regarding my love life, I will only say that’s when I began to see the Orlesian art dealer.”

Without missing a beat, she winked at him. “You’ve upgraded to a nice Fereldan lady.”

Maker, take me.

Is she trying to end me? Here and now?

Laughing, they shared a brief kiss before he spoke. “Clearly, my darling. How could I forget such an important detail? Do forgive me.” He could taste her dessert on her lips. Sweet and creamy just like those gorgeous breasts of hers. With his free hand, he stole the fork from her, gathered a generous dollop of cheesecake, and raised it to her lips.

“There’s nothing to forgive, love…though I certainly won’t say no to this.” The cheesecake quickly disappeared into her mouth, a frankly silly grin on her pretty face. My heart, you make me laugh more than I have in decades. She hummed, her cute little nose wrinkling as she chews. She is a delight. I love her so dearly. “And I will never, ever say no to a kiss, Emmrich.” I can taste the cheesecake on her lips, her tongue…oh, how I long to devour her sweetness. Agnes sucked on his bottom lip before smirking. “I bet you were so fucking pretty too. Still are, in case you’re wondering. Did everyone throw themselves at you?”

A grunt escaped him as he scooped more cheesecake on the fork. “Oh hush! What sordid images do you have in that gorgeous head of yours, dear?”

Waggling her eyebrows, they both shared a laugh before she responded. “I’m seeing a young professor who knows he’s the shit---a bit cocky but not arrogant. Certainly not mean, love. Utterly charming, of course!” Agnes sighed dramatically and clasped her hands over her ample chest. You little minx, I adore you. “Ah, but I cannot possibly forget the impossibly tight pants I’m one hundred percent sure you wore that show off your a—"

“I never knew I was into bums before I saw you bend over the first time, and I said to myself, ‘Well, I suppose you’re into asses now, Agi.’”

She’s so terribly funny!

He gave her a quick peck before offering her more cheesecake. “Not all of my trousers were that tight, darling.” Emmrich said with the slightest of pouts. Enough that she will…

She took the fork, ate the bite of cheesecake, and then, along with the plate, put them on her bedside table, grinning. “But I bet most of them were, love.” Agnes giggled as she curled into his side, a long, plush leg going over his lap. “Professor Volkarin with the sexy ass, strutting around the Necropolis like he owns the place. Emmrich!” She cried when he placed a wet kiss on her cheek and tickled her thigh. “Love!”

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you…

And fear not, my heart and soul---even then, I would have loved you.

***

I simply cannot wait any longer, or I fear the anticipation will end me.

Emmrich inhaled slowly as he ran his long, bare fingers through his lover’s dark red curls. She was curled into his side, her head on his chest. I do so love holding her. “Dearest, please forgive me for bringing this up, but I’m afraid I’m curious. What did your mother mean when she said I’m not like the ‘beefy blokes’ you pursued?”

Agnes groaned. “Okay, first of all, that was a long time ago!” Oh dear. Is there a story here, I wonder? “Second…” Now giggling, she patted his chest. “It was a very long time ago! Fuck me. Alright, so it was just two guys I had crushes on when I was seventeen. That’s it! It’s not me having a type or anything.” She wrinkled her nose. “And it doesn’t even matter because one was already engaged and the other told me maybe but only if I lost ‘the gut.’ Which was fucking rich considering his own. Anyways,” she lifted her head to look at him. “Is it just curiosity or something else, love?”

He could see the worry in her eyes.

Oh, my love. Fear not, darling. How could I be jealous of foolish boys who let you slip away?

“Curiosity, I assure you.” He watched her lower her head, and I felt the need to kiss her head. Those soft, vibrant curls…soft and vibrant like her. “So, what you’re saying, dear, is you don’t have a type?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s you, love. You’re my type.” Wrinkling her nose in that most adorable way, her brow furrowed. “It’s…different with you. I knew I wanted you from the start. I knew you were the man of my dreams.” Agnes suddenly sat up, grinning. “That man in the flaming skull helmet---I just had to know more about him.” She then grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, murmuring, “Something in my heart called to yours…and I knew…” Tugging on his lower lip, she said, “I. Wanted. You.”

Agi darling, you’re going to be the end of me.

Emmrich began to moan but instead yelped when his lover straddled him, her delicious cunt so close yet so very far. “My lo—”

Dearest girl, love of my life…

Your unbridled passion is like nothing else I’ve experienced.

And lucky for me, I shall experience it shortly.

***

“May I ask you something?”

He chuckled softly, pausing his reading. Next book club selection. A “cozy” murder mystery selected by Harding. “Agi sweetheart, you may ask me anything.”

His lover hummed as she snuggled closer to him and rested her head against his. “When we met, what did you think of me?”

Emmrich sighed like the lovesick fool I am. “The real question, dear, is what didn’t I think when we met! First of all, I was positively struck by your beauty. Then, your charm and wit. Ah, but I cannot forget your indomitable nature.” Closing his book, he placed it on his bedside table and focused his attention on her once more. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face towards him. “Your brilliance. Your figure. Your heart. All of this and more consumed me the moment I first beheld your smiling visage.”

He barely waited for the breathless “Emm” to leave her lovely lips before he kissed her.

Continuing to kiss her slow and deep as a gentleman should, he murmured, “You captured me…”

I am yours.

“Captivated me…”

For as long as you desire, precious girl.

“Enchanted me…”

I am yours to love in every way you deem fit.

“One might even say, seduced me…” He waggled his eyebrows (something she positively adores and never fails to make her laugh) and gave her a sloppy kiss, laughing.

As he predicted, she too was nearly doubled over but still waving a frankly cute little finger and trying so very hard to look serious. Yes, darling. Yes. I accused you of seducing me. What are you going to do about it, my treasure? What shall you do, hmm?

“Seduce you?! When we first met?! How?!” Her nose wrinkled in faux frustration. Goodness, she’s so funny. “Don’t tell me the eminent and super professional Professor Volkarin was checking out my ass every time I bent over or…when I kinda fell over on that surprisingly steep and slippery slope because that happened.” Oooooh, I know that look. Like I’m a plate of brownies she’ll devour. “You were looking at my ass, weren’t you, love?”

His mouth was inches from hers when he whispered, “And what if I was, dear? What if I was doing precisely that? What will you do about it, Agi?”

To his delight, she did exactly what he hoped.

She threw her arms around my neck, got in my lap, and kissed me.

As for what occurred after this, well…

A gentleman doesn’t tell.

[mattybstqrn]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐂.𝐖

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝟹𝚡, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎

Female Reader x Cole Walter

Y/n walked the halls of her school, seeing all the couples made her annoyed, but she was happy that all her friends had Valentines, she had one too, but she couldn't see him because she lived about an hour away from him, now you may be wondering who that guy is, well that guy is Cole Walter.

Y/n and Cole used to go to school together but one day she had to move away, again you may be wondering why and that was because her parents had gotten divorced, she wanted to stay with her dad so she could be with her boyfriend, Cole, but her mom was her best friend and she couldn't handle being away from her so she left Silver Falls and went with her mom, visiting her dad and Cole at least once a month.

The divorce saddened her, but she knew it was coming, they all did.

But what broke her heart even more was that she had to be away from her boyfriend, the love of her life. When she told him, her heart was aching, and she couldn't stop herself from crying.

~lil flashback~

~One Year ago~

Y/n had just gotten the news that her parents were getting a divorce, she was heartbroken, she knew it was coming but she was still sad, especially because her parents made her pick who she had to stay with. 

She of course, went with her mom, she wanted to stay with her dad and boyfriend, but she couldn't live without her mom, so she knew who she had to go with, they Silver Falls next week. She had seven days to spend time with her friends and Cole.

As soon as she made her decision she drove straight to the Walter's house. She didn't know how she'd tell him, and she didn't know she'd be able to get the words out of her mouth without crying, she had driven the whole way there with tears in her eyes.

Once she arrived, she took a deep breath and a few seconds to herself, she wiped her tears, and looked into her review mirror, she looked a mess, but she tried her best to fix herself up, she took one last deep breath and got out of her car.

She rang the doorbell, the door opened to reveal just the person she wanted to talk to, Cole. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming over today," he said, "I'm not complaining though," he added with a shrug, "Actually I wanted to talk to you," she said with a quiet sniffle which made him realize that she had been crying and how puffy her eyes were, "Uh, okay, are you okay?" she nodded in response not wanting to say anything knowing that she'd just choke up.

He came outside and sat down on the bench with her and then she started, "Uh, my parents are getting a divorce," she said as her eyes started to water, "I'm sorry-" he was about to continue but she cut him off, "There's more... my mom is moving and I-I'm going with her," she then started crying, call her a crybaby but she was a very emotional person and she just got bad news and now she would be away from her boyfriend for god knows how long.

"What?" was all he managed to get out, she couldn't even respond she just cried harder which caused him to bring her closer and hold her and comfort her as best as he could. That was one of their last days together for six months.

~End of flashback~

COLE'S POV

Today was Valentine's Day and even though I had a Valentine's who was about an hour away, I was still pissed, I wanted to see my girlfriend and spoil her but I had to wait till the end of the school day, my family knew my plans of driving to my girlfriend so I could see her but my mom demanded that I actually go to school and just wait till the end of the day, but I had different plans.

I told my brothers and cousins that I'd be ditching school to go see my girlfriend, so they'd have to find a ride home, they nodded none of them really caring per usual, and went inside. I however got back in my truck and started driving, I had about an hour plus traffic before I got there.

Y/N'S POV

Meanwhile, you sat in class bored as hell as you tried to pay attention, but you couldn't your teacher was putting you to sleep, and even though you were trying to fight it, it was taking over. 

An hour later, you had decided to skip school for the rest of the day considering how tired you were, so you said goodbye to your friends and started making your way to your car, but you stopped when you saw a very familiar face waiting by your car, with a bouquet of flowers. 

Realizing who it was as you got closer you ran over to him, jumping into his arms out of excitement, practically smushing the flowers in the process, "Sorry," you apologized just in case you hurt him or the flowers, "It's okay," he whispered, "I missed you," you said sighing in relief, "I missed you too," he immediately replied.

You stood like that for a few minutes just you and him, comfortable in his arms before pulling away and asking, "What're you doing here?" you were surprised that he was her, but he handed you the half-smushed flowers before responding, "I came to see you, my beautiful girlfriend, who's lonely on Valentine's Day," you smiled at him.

He smiled back at you, you wanted nothing more than to see him today and here he was, patiently waiting for you by your car, "I love you," you told him placing your hand on either side of his face, you had told each other those three words before but it meant a lot to him right now, "I love you too," 

Pulling you into a kiss, you immediately kissed him back, dropping your flowers in the process, but in your defense, he took you by surprise, you guys continued to kiss as if it would be the last time, which it might've been for a while.

Cole then pulled away and spoke, "C'mon, I have a surprise for you," you looked at him confused.

But Cole had an amazing plan, he had a surprise for her, he knew she'd love it, but you didn't know, and you honestly didn't care what it was as long as you could spend the day with him and be completely unbothered.

The drive was actually shorter than expected, you thought Cole would drive somewhere far but he just drove for about ten minutes to a familiar air b & b, you didn't know what to except but you followed him, "Do you trust me?" 

"Of course," you nodded.

He lead you inside, going to an elevator, stopping on the 5th floor, he lead you to a room, and when he opened the door for, like he had been doing all day he revealed a nice big room decorated with candles and flowers, it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for you.

You were surprised, shock was written all over your face as you looked around admiring everything that you assumed he set up, "Did you do all of this?" you asked with shock and adoration filling your tone, "I had some help," he shrugged, "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" you beamed as you admired everything he did.

"So, I want to officially ask, will you be my Valentine?" you looked up at him, slowly walking over to him, you then wrapped your arms around his neck, he responded by wrapping his arms around you waist.

Placing your hand on his cheek you responded, "I'm yours," it might've sounded cheesy, but you didn't care, it was already true. You are his and he is yours.

He immediately pulled you into a kiss, he was deeply in love with you, and you are deeply in love with him. "I love you," he said in between kisses, "I love you more," you told him.

"I have more surprises for you," he said pulling away, "Oh god, Cole this is more than enough," he shook his head no and lead you over to the bed and sat you down as he reached into the closet and grabbed out a bag.

He handed it to you, nodding at you to open it, you responded with "Fine" and opened it, there was snacks, jewelry, all of your favorite things, he knew you so well.

"I love it, Cole! thank you," he nodded in response, "But I feel bad, I didn't get you anything," you added with sigh, "It's okay, we can worry about that later," he said with a smirk, and you knew exactly what he meant by that, "Sounds good to me," 

He then led you into the kitchen and started cooking your favorite food as you watched him, you wanted to help out, but he assured you that he didn't need help and that today he'd be doing everything for you.

He messed up a little bit and then you made him let you help which he eventually did let you. You guys cooked and then when you were done you sat down to eat your favorite food. 

You guys ate and talked, caught up on everything you guys had missed, which wasn't a lot, but it was fun you guys have an amazing day and when nighttime came you put on a movie until you both got bored and decided to give Cole his surprise 😉.

Y/n and Cole rushed into the room, he was holding you, your arms were wrapped around his waist as he opened the door not bothering to pull away from you as your lips moved in sync, leaving you both breathless.

He held you with one hand as he moved all the decorations off of the bed and onto the floor, then placing you onto the bed, you immediately reached to take off his shirt while he took of your dress, then pulling each other into another kiss which led to him kissing down your neck all the way down to your stomach.

You both saw that you still had your pants and underwear on and went to take them off and then you guys started kissing again, he breathlessly kissed down your neck as you ran your fingers threw his hair in pleasure.

And before you know it, you were on top and you kissed down his eight pack as he squirmed under you trying to stay still, but he was crazy about you and when you touched him, he felt like he couldn't hold himself back from being all over you.

You kissed down his neck and abs and then you know....

[dr5amatic]

READER, WRITER, PROTAGONIST ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from omniscient reader's viewpoint by sing shong. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.

we are companions separated by life and death.

i remember the moment i read a novel for the first time.

it isn't important to read the letters. the important thing is where the letters lead you.

perhaps it was similar to learning about death. for the first time, i realized that something was finite.

if i am really a god then i am the most incompetent god in the world. the most helpless god in the whole world who knows everything but can't explain anything.

i believe in you more than the future that hasn't come yet.

ultimately, every human is their own writer.

helping someone who didn't want help can be a curse. however, some people can't ask for help despite needing help because they had never asked for it before.

what i am looking for is passion. i hope you have the passion to see the end of this damn story with me.

by the way, are you a couple?

tell me, you fool. if i continue to regress, will i ever get to meet you again?

[name]. can i hit you?

you will be my companion and you will see the end of the scenario.

the story won't end unless the reader gives up on the story.

i am an ordinary person with ordinary skills. but even so, this doesn't mean i can only do ordinary things.

i am [name]. and you shall die here.

get lost, [name].

this story is for just that one reader.

hey, just say that you like him. quickly.

there is no weight to sadness.

in the end, to every human being, the most precious thing is themselves. and you risk everything of yours always.

strangely, i've been craving something sweet lately. do you want to eat?

release your hand and get lost, you damn son of a bitch.

i have a companion already.

i always regretted about something in my life. however, my regret over the things i haven't done is way bigger than for those that i did do.

i don't know anything about the future. however, i do know this. you said that you want to save this world? it's the same for me too.

you are the world i wish to save.

you are like dough made by anyone while a god was carving him for a thousand days.

i might be a killer but i don't want to become a monster.

those who read more than fifty chapters of a boring novel aren't normal.

eat the soil, [name].

marry him? i'd rather kill myself.

it's my freedom to decide what i hear and what i remember. and i shall decide who i am.

i'm only good to people who are also dead. i'm sorry that we met when you are a living person. you should die soon and come back again.

justice, in most cases, is just something that is agreed upon by the majority.

don't you know that people are the most dangerous in an apocalypse?

i can kill all of them if i want. therefore, i can save all of them if i want.

it's been a while, [name]. you are still ugly.

i shall pray that you may continue to exist somewhere too.

you probably know this already, but i'm not a prophet. no, i am as far removed from such a being as you can get.

if you get a chance to run again, do you believe you can see it better the next time?

where do you plan to die alone?

why are you going so far to save me?

i have something i need to ask that fool.

it was a really great story. isn't that right? let's meet again, [name].

give me [name]. then i will spare you.

you are necessary for this world. i need you.

you will be killed by the person you love the most.

i won't give up on this life, so don't give up either.

don't worry. i'll do the rest.

everything has already been written, and at the same time, still being written.

even if i was a little bit less happy, i wanted to live longer.

we can save the world. you know that, right?

you always had to endure these moments all by yourself. fortunately, you aren't alone this time.

the fact that you can regress at any time means that death is meaningless.

i will decide my story.

perhaps you understood my heart more than anyone else.

this version of you is the despair of the world itself.

i will never sacrifice myself again. i will not leave my companions behind.

it has always been once chance for me.

one's life should always be greater than a story written about them.

i'm giving you the opportunity to become its very first reader.

don't be an ass and just read it when i tell you to.

fine, fine. i'll definitely read it.

some stories can only begin anew after coming to its end.

you're the cowardly lion, obviously.

do you still believe that you can understand someone through just a few lines of text in a couple of chapters?

knowledge is never perfect.

how do you know all my weaknesses...?

why did you die for us over and over?

you're our son. that is all that matters.

i want to buy a really big house and live together with everyone.

a person who watched a certain story for a long time would eventually grow to resemble that story.

your salvation is cruel. like rescuing a drowning person with a blade, those saved by you are inflicted with an unhealable wound.

i always hated you. and regretted it, too? why did i write the story of someone like you with my own hands?

[themrswallace]

Can you give an idea into what how Wallace's life may have gone if he DID marry Lady Tottington???

what about this never baby?

Well, he'd have probably taken the route of retirement for the sake of being a good husband, or getting semi-pushed into it by Campanula due to his track record of mishaps/failures/widespread property damage and moving into a manor house full of incredibly expensive, fragile and rare things. Next would be living up to his new title as Lord Wallace Tottington, joining his wife on her regular duties such as opening shopping centres, visiting animal sanctuaries and children's hospitals, supporting the local community, avoiding scandal, that old chestnut. Not so much a glamorous change to his life, verging toward reigning himself in a bit and being on his best behaviour, behind closed doors, things might be a little boring for the inventor because I doubt she'd entertain his nonsensical rambling and on the fly ideas resulting in a barely functioning machine, and that's if she even offers him a space to do any sort of inventing, god knows her best compromise would be a shed at the FARRRRRRRR end of the estate where any explosion had a wide birth and nobody was bound to get injured besides Wallace himself. Don't forget his momentary solitary behaviour or hissy fits. -- Love the way you say it "Never Baby", I will be using this as reference XD

Well, consider how the kid 'doesn't' come along, the wedding ends up slightly hurried, less of a spectacle for the locals to weigh in on, things are a whirl of activity because it's not Planned, instead you've got two respectable adults figuring out how to approach the whole thing sensibly, leading to the agreement they marry and raise the child as a family. The first good while is heavily focused on getting the wedding over and done with, moving everybody into Tottington Hall, prepping the nursery, doing all the stuff, and getting ready! Over time, once the child is born, you might finally get some realisation as to the inevitable dynamic between Wallace and Lady Tottington, what she's willing to put up with, what he is, how to co-exist and be a couple as well as parents because sure they've been on and off for a good number of years. But it's never stuck, so it's like someone's done the hard part of making them stay together, and they've got to work with it, whether forever or until the child is an adult and they don't have to do this anymore. It stops being a choice (In this day and age, they could easily co-parent without getting married, but you've got to remember this is Lady Tottington, it would tarish her reputation amidst the town and higher society, a single mother to a commoner's child? GOD FORBID! THE SCANDAL) and becomes sorta survival. Despite this, I feel like they'd make good-ish parents. Wallace is trying to be the strict father with a softer side when nobody is around, Campanula is the emotionally intuitive mother who incidentally gives her kid some sort of mental disorder via continuing to raise them under the Tottington legacy and sticking to a certain societal norm. Nobody's perfect...especially these two. I imagine the "Never Baby" is a boy, all scrawny with Wallace's features and big grin, Lady T's fuzzy orange hair, petrified welp of a thing, cries at a moment's notice, which is difficult when you're teaching him anything about manners and becomes rather annoying because like Wallace, the boy just cannot cope. Always in shorts and sweater vests, speaks with a posh english accent but there's the northerner twang to certain words, Lady T hires speech therapists to get rid of that right quick because no Tottington man's gonna be a fucking Northerner! (Also, if the kid was a girl, selfishly speaking, like DL needs more reasons to take their own life. They have enough daddy issues as it is. There's mean writing and being straight up cruel to a character XD) Overall, things would change, and I think it depends on which side the timeframe between realising their differences would start to crack the glass. If that makes sense. With a kid, there's distraction; without, you can only put people together for so long before they get sick of each other, and I wholeheartedly think Lady T would have Wallace killed by the 4th anniversary