#if i get a good enough idea i'll scribble something up

[paramountinplace]

🍓- your fics are so good!!! maybe more shauna and little van? i’ve also been obsessed with them lately!

But I Ain't Scared - Little!Van, Cg!Shauna

Summary: Shauna's having a bit of a bad day. It's intimidating to nearly everyone, but Van doesn't back down. She shows up at Shauna's door with a stack of books and a smile instead. Ft. Shauna, Van, Tai, others mentioned Hope you enjoy anon and thank you! More notes at the end.

Something is just off.

She's having that dream again, finding herself treading water in the middle of an endless lake almost without fail whenever she closes her eyes and she gasps awake each time with a shout dying in her throat.

She spaces out at odd moments during the day, tuning back in once someone waves a hand in front of her face or tugs on her sleeve and it makes her stomach flip to think she has no idea what she's done or said in the past few seconds or minutes or hours, even.

It's making her skittish, quick to anger, and Shauna's pretty sure half the house is actively avoiding her at this point. Mari had scrambled out of the kitchen that morning the moment she'd entered, tail still tucked from the argument the night prior that had ended with them both in tears. Even Lottie seemed to be giving her a berth, relenting easily when Shauna pushed back against her dinner plan. Normally, she wouldn't have given in so quickly to changing it the day of, but when Shauna had rolled her eyes at hearing the word "lentil" in the recipe title, she'd announced her pivot to a rice dish that everyone—especially Shauna—liked.

She nearly breaks when Mel shies away from her when she reaches out to grab her cup from her to bring it to the sink, dropping it into the basin a little more forcefully than intended. There's a familiar knot forming in her chest, something loaded and tense that writes her irritability plainly across her face no matter how many times she tries to wipe it clear.

"Shauna," Jackie calls lightly from the table, standing up slowly. "Why don't you go lay down for a bit? I'll do the cleanup."

Her tone is too cautious, too unlike Jackie's usual easy warmth and it makes the knot in her chest tighten even further.

"I'm fine, thanks," she shoots back, wincing at how sharp her voice is. No matter how hard she tries to come across as gentle, there's an edge to it that she can't seem to shake.

Jackie doesn't argue after that, but it only makes her feel worse. Normally, Jackie's one of the most willing to step to Shauna when she's being unfair or brash or ignorant of her own needs. For even her to shrink away, Shauna knows she must be exuding something fierce and she decides it'll be best for everyone if she locks herself in her room until whatever it is that's knotting up her chest loosens.

She's scribbling away in her journal, pen pressed hard into the pages, when the knock at her door comes and for a long moment, she ignores it. Whoever it is raps at the door again and she lets out a groan, loud enough that they'll hear it.

"Go away," she barks. It's angrier than she feels, but she'd rather have someone think she's a little upset with them then have to face the slight apprehension and fear on anyone's face when she really does get angry.

"Shauna, open up please?"

Van's voice filters through, quiet without being tentative. She's copying the way Lottie gently asks Mari to open her door whenever she gets upset and slams it shut behind her, and it makes Shauna sigh, dropping her pen on the desk to get up and swing the door open.

"What do you want?"

She has her dinosaur teddy clutched in one arm and a small pile of books in the other.

"Read?"

Shauna stares at her, not making any attempt to soften her expression to see if it will scare Van away. The redhead doesn't budge, resolute as she stares back. When she repeats herself again, Shauna silently steps aside to let her into the room.

Once inside, Van seems to lose a little bit of her confidence and she stands awkwardly in the middle of the rug until Shauna takes pity on her.

"You can pick the beanbags or the bed, bub," she drawls, gesturing widely. Van climbs up on Shauna's bed at the invitation, perching at the end of it with her pile of books and looking over expectantly.

"I was in the middle of something," Shauna grumbles, even as she's crossing the room to sit beside her, scooting back until she can lean up against the wall. She reaches for the stack of books and something twists in her chest when she starts to flip through the titles.

What To Do When I Am Sad

My Friend Is Sad

Madeline

Van shuffles closer to lean up against her side, unabashed as she drops her head down on Shauna's shoulder. She doesn't seem to be fazed by whatever it is that seems to have been making everyone else walk in circles around her all day and Shauna wonders vaguely if she's picked that up from Tai.

"Do you actually want to read these, tiger, or did you bring them for me?"

She's not going to beat around the bush. She's too tired for that. Van shrugs, leaning forward to grab at one of the books. She pushes her teddy into Shauna's hands to hold as she flips it open to examine the first few pages. After a few seconds, she shakes her head.

"Bring—brought them for you," she admits. She gnaws at her cheek for a moment and Shauna's a second away from chiding her when she suddenly slides off the bed and runs out of the room.

A small part of her brain is telling her that she's managed to scare Van away too, but the rest is strangely quiet as she sits on her bed with Nathaniel Dino in her lap.

Van returns quickly, clutching a few new books and Shauna recognizes these ones as some of Van's favorites. She points at Shauna's pillows.

"I'll read," she explains softly, holding up her battered copy of How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight? Shauna's pretty sure Van has that thing memorized and she's about to make a quip about how it won't really be reading, now will it, but then Van narrows her eyes like she knows what Shauna's about to say.

"Okay, okay," she relents, settling back against her pillows. She's still got the dinosaur teddy in one arm and she tries to offer it back, but Van's already laser-focused on the first page of her book. She starts "reading," and Shauna finds herself smiling at how much Van sounds like Tai. She's copying every inflection and expression that Tai makes when she reads the story for Van, pausing at all the same spots to point out the things in the pictures that Tai does.

Shauna doesn't reply to any of the practiced questions that Van spouts about what kind of dinosaurs they are and what kind of sounds they make, but she knows Van doesn't expect her to. It's oddly kind of soothing and when she lets her eyes slip shut, it almost sounds like Tai is sitting beside her, which loosens some of the tension in her shoulders.

Van moves easily from one book to the next, picking up a cadence for it that Shauna recognizes as her own. She stumbles a little more over this one, not as familiar with the rhythm of it, but her voice stays relatively quiet and for once, Shauna realizes, Van's not fidgeting relentlessly as she sits and reads.

She can feel her eyes growing a little heavier as she lies there, half-listening to Van and half-absorbed in her own mind. At some point during her third book, Van shifts and lies down next to her, words slowing sleepily. She keeps reading—much slower now, having moved on to a book she doesn't have memorized—but Shauna can hear the way the occasional yawn punctuates her ramble and she knows Van's getting a little fed up with how hard she's trying not to mess up the words.

"Why don't you tell me your own story, bub?" She cuts in softly without opening her eyes. Van shifts and there's the sound of books being dropped unceremoniously onto the floor.

"Don't know any," she whispers guiltily. It makes Shauna smile again and she feels the knot in her chest loosen a little more.

"Yes you do," she replies, pleased with the way her voice is as playful as she'd be intending and not scolding like it had unintentionally sounded earlier that day when she commented on Akilah's drawing of an inguana. "You make them up all the time."

"I don't," Van repeats, sounding stressed as she wiggles a little. Shauna hushes her.

"Okay, that's okay."

She kind of wants to keep hearing Van talk, because it was strangely soothing and meant that she didn't have to think so hard about the memories edging at the corners of her mind.

"Can I hear your tiger poem? How much of it do you know?"

"Okay!" Van agrees happily. She starts whispering to herself, practicing what she's going to say before her voice gets a little stronger and she starts reciting lines from a children's poem Shauna had discovered a while back.

Some of the lines are missing words and she skips one every now and then, but every time she makes a misstep, Van circles back to the beginning and starts again.

At some point, her voice starts to fade away as Shauna slips into sleep, echoing out as she goes.

...

She wakes slowly to a hand on her shoulder and the near-instant realization that she's not gasping for air. She blinks hard, wracking her brain before she opens her eyes and comes to the conclusion that, for the first time in days, she's slept without dreaming.

"Shauna," Tai's voice floats down to her and she cracks her eyes open.

Tai is sitting at the edge of her bed, just barely on the mattress as she reaches over Van to shake Shauna gently. Van had, at some point, followed Shauna into sleep and is clutching her teddy once more, curled into a tight ball as she dozes.

"What time is it?" Shauna asks, suddenly realizing that Tai really is sitting there and she's still in her work clothes and hadn't Van come into her room in the afternoon?

"I came home early," Tai's quick to respond. "I'd guess you've only been sleeping an hour or two."

Shauna huffs half-heartedly, dropping back against her pillows. The motion jostles Van, who makes a small noise.

"You couldn't have let me get my beauty sleep?" She's only half-joking. She kind of wants to go back to sleep right now.

"You can do whatever you want," Tai hums. "But this one needs to wake up or she won't sleep tonight."

She gives Van a little shake and gets a groan in response.

"You weren't afraid to poke the bear?" Shauna asks, hiding her real question being a joke. Tai gives her a look.

"Should I have been?"

"Everyone else would be," she grumbles. The knot in her chest hasn't fully disappeared, loosened as it is, and there's still a bit of wrongness simmering in her stomach. Tai shrugs.

"I'm not everyone else," she replies, trying to ease Nathaniel Dino out of Van's arms. "And besides, the only thing anyone said about you when I got home was that you were taking a break in your room."

"Not that I've been terrorizing the house all day with my wrath?"

"Shauna," Tai scolds. She manages to get Van's teddy out of her arms and the redhead starts to wake up fully, pushing herself up blearily as she searches for it. Tai leans around her to look Shauna in the eyes. "Be nice to yourself. Or I'll make you listen to me read this book."

She holds up one of the books Van had originally brought it, one of the ones about feelings and dealing with them that Shauna truthfully avoids when she can.

"Yeah, whatever." It doesn't come out nearly as sardonic as she'd meant it and Tai smiles warmly. Van's fully awake now, leaning against Tai's shoulder as she watches the two talk. She holds out her teddy to Shauna again, who shakes her head fondly.

"All yours, tiger. Thanks for letting me borrow him," she says.

"We might have to start putting him out on loan," Tai teases, poking Van lightly in the side. She giggles, but her expression goes a little worried regardless, pulling the teddy back towards her protectively. "I'm joking, buddy."

She looks back up at Shauna, expression even.

"You coming downstairs?"

Tai's good at pushing her without making Shauna feel suffocated. She lets out a long breath before nodding slowly.

"I could use some water," she replies carefully.

"Can I have juice?" Van chirps. She directs the question at Shauna, who shrugs and points at Tai.

"Sneaky," Tai chides, mussing Van's hear. "Yeah, you can. Take these books back to the room, first, please. Meet us on the stairs."

As Van hurries off with an armful of books, Tai stands, holding a hand out to Shauna, who brushes her off. Now standing, she ducks her head, a silent show of thanks.

"So why are you home so early, anyhow?"

Tai's expression breaks into one of unbridled joy and she pushes her sleeves up, shaking her head.

"Oh boy, have I got a story for you."

Edit: Re-reading this, I'm realizing that I think I subconsciously pulled from a few of @cryingatwindermerepeaks' recent posts with some of this, so credit where credit is due !

[sketchyspudley]

Phazyonite brew?

i really want to make more mineral beer logos, but i don't have many ideas and other projects take priority, like working on real drg mods instead of potential ones, which was what the beer logos were (like a proof of concept)

[nakylvr]

— FANTASY ✧ M.S

summary જ⁀➴ working at a coffee shop in los angeles had its perks and drawbacks. you got a lot of business in the area, which was nice. then you got the bad customers thinking they were better than anyone else. one day during your shift, you're met with megan, the superstar of katseye — only you have no idea who she is.

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, transmasc!reader, barista!reader, idol!megan,

happy pride month everyone! part two coming soon 😋 i didnt know how to end it im sawry, not proofread

"iced caramel macchiato for logan!"

standing at the register, you were taking count of the total sales for the day so far, writing them down on the small post-it note you kept in your apron along with your pen. you hear the front door bell jingle, and you instantly look up to see a girl walking inside.

"welcome to starry night!" you call loud enough for the customer to hear, sticking the post-it on the cash register to remember for later.

the girl approaches the register, and you send a smile her way. "hey! what can i get for you?"

the girl proceeds to list six different drinks, all with random variations and flavors or milks. you nod along, putting it in the system and writing on the cups, and when you ask for a name for the order, she freezes.

"um," megan lets out. "megan is fine." she answers.

"got it." you nod, putting the name on the ticket. "anything else for you?"

"no, that's it." she shakes her head.

"alright. it'll be $36.78 for you." you tell her, spinning the tablet around.

you're trying not to stare, you are. you've gotten used to attractive people coming into the shop all the time, but there was something different about her. you aren't sure why. you haven't seen her before, that's for sure. but she looks like she walked straight out of a magazine. taller than you by an inch or two, her ginger hair curled and her outfit was enough for you to go: she's definitely somebody. that being said, you knew better than to flirt with customers, so you don't say anything as she pays.

"we'll call your name down at the end when it's ready." you tell her with a smile.

"thanks." she smiles back, and you swear your heart does flips.

you leave the register to get the cup carriers for the drinks, and offer your coworker to work register while you make the drinks. not wanting to keep the line waiting with the six drinks being made at the same time.

meanwhile, megan's eyes don't stray away from you. they watch your movements as you make the drinks with expertise and like it was nothing. you put the drinks on the trays as you finish them, and her eyes meet yours for a moment. she quickly averts her eyes, pretending she was looking at something else.

you finish the drinks and put them all in the trays before putting them on the edge of the counter. "here you go!" you tell the girl.

megan stares for a few seconds, contemplating whether to push past her anxiety and ask what she wants to ask. you don't walk away, and she takes that as a somewhat good sign.

"miss?" you say.

megan's snapped out of her thoughts, and the words come stumbling out. "can i get your number?"

now's your turn to pause. you stare back at her with widened eyes, not expecting that. "uhm," you let out. this is definitely a first. "uh."

megan waves her hand, reaching forward to grab the drink trays. "forget it. it was stupid, i just–"

"no, no, it's okay." you shake your head, grabbing the post-it notes from your pocket and a pen. "this is just a first." you laugh nervously, scribbling your number down on the paper. "here." you hand it over to her.

megan blinks. "really?"

"unless you were joking–"

"no!" megan says quickly, taking the post-it and putting it in her pocket. "s-sorry, um, thank you!" she smiles, grabbing the drink trays with rosy cheeks. "i'll um i'll text you..."

"yn." you finish for her, putting the pen and post-its back in your apron pocket.

"i'll text you, yn." she says, and then she walks out of the shop.

watching her leave, your coworker comes rushing to you. "dude, did you just give that girl your number?"

"it's none of your business, jason." you tell him, rolling your eyes.

"do you even know who she is?" your coworker continues.

"no? this is literally the first time i've seen her. why are you–"

"dude!" your coworker hands you his phone, showing a picture of none other than the girl you just gave your number. "she's like, famous! she has over a million followers on insta!"

you raise an eyebrow at him. "and?"

"i can't believe you're gonna bag a baddie what the fuck!" he whines, stomping his foot on the ground.

"you're a child." you tell him blankly.

"whatever, man!" he says. "just don't get upset if she doesn't make time for you."

"go take orders." you shove him towards the register, done with him.

a little later when you're done with your shift, you sit in your car and a message comes through. it's from an unknown number, but a small smile pulls on your lips when you read it.

unknown

hi, yn! it's megan! thank you for making the drinks, my friends really enjoyed them! u want to meet up somewhere tmrw? i'm off and have nothing to do :(

you chuckle at the end, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before you respond.

yn

i'm off at 2 tmrw. i'll give you a free drink if you stop by

she responds almost immediately.

unknown

really?

yn

yeah!

unknown

great! i'll be there :)

yn

i'll be waiting

the thread ends there, and you put your phone back down. with a smile on your face, you put your car into drive and start on your way back home.

[kawaiigirly21]

Our Little Soda Pop: Chapter 4

You want to do what?” Natasha grumbled while she sat up from her couch. Sleep still clinging to her body and papers laid out around her. “We want to do an impromptu concert to advertise ourselves.” Jinu replied with a matter of fact tone. “Ugh fine… give me like… 10 minutes…” Before she could get up from the couch, she was pushed back by Mystery who then draped a blanket over her. “Rest. You've been working hard for two weeks now.” He mumbled while Romance and Baby helped organize her paperwork.

“We'll take it from here today, boss lady. You focused on getting some well deserved sleep.” Abby smiled as he followed the others out the door. “We'll be back soon.” Mystery whispered in her ear before placing a sweet kiss on her lips and leaving behind Abby. Falling back to sleep, Natasha snuggled into the blanket over her body. “You're trying to get some of that sweet candy huh Mystery?” Abby smirked as he slapped his friend's back. The man only nodded slightly in response.

“Dude, her mouth is like the closest thing to heaven I'll ever know. Maybe she'll go down on you too.” Abby smirked. “Her hands are just as good. The way she worked my cock was something I never thought I'd feel.” Romance added. Mystery listened to his friend's words but he had his own idea for what he wanted his reward to be. After running into the hunters and their mini concert, Mystery used some of his cash to stop by a store to buy something for Natasha.

A small gift to show his appreciation for dealing with him and his friends on a daily basis. “Oooh what'd ya get?” Baby tried looking into the bag only to be shoved away by Mystery. “It's not for you.” He mumbled as the group walked back to the penthouse. “Can you guys like… not bother her tonight? She really needs to rest.” He then added as the 5 of them climbed into the elevator. “Sounds like someone is planning a romantic night with just the two of you.” Jinu teased as he tried to peek into the bag Mystery was carrying.

Once the doors of the elevator opened to the penthouse floor, Mystery made a beeline to Natasha's room and headed straight for the bathroom. “Hey. I saw everything. You guys are going viral.” Natasha replied as she yawned from her place on the floor. Papers once again sprawled out around her. The sound of her pen scribbling on a paper was lots enough for the boys to groan. “You're not supposed to be doing that. You're supposed to be resting.” Jinu sighed.

Suddenly, Mystery emerged from Natasha's room and scooped her up from the floor into his arms and walked back to the room. Locking the door behind him. “Um, I can walk Mystery but thank you for that. Why'd you lock the guys out?” Natasha asked as Mystery sat her down and led her to her bathroom where she was greeted by a hot bath and a glass of wine waiting for her. A few rose petals were scattered across the floor and the scent of a lighted candle filled her senses.

“Oh Mystery… you did this for me?” The man nodded shyly before reaching for her. “May I undress you?” After Natasha nodded, she nearly made a noise of surprise with how quick the introverted demon idol moved to pull off her clothes. His hands lingered on her bra and panties though. He tried taking deep breaths to steady himself. “You're doing such a good job staying in control of your instincts Mystery. Such a good boy.” The man swallowed heavily after a while and continued undressing the woman before him.

He then helped her into the bath and listened to her let out a sigh of comfort. “I really needed this…Thank you hun.” After her bath, Mystery helped Natasha to her bed where he had laid out clothing for her as she dried herself off. Looking back at the man who stood in the corner of the room fighting his demon form from coming out, Natasha smiled and dropped her towel. Leaving her naked in front of the man. “Mystery? Come here honey.” Natasha called sweetly. In an instant, Mystery appeared in front of her and leaned down as she placed a hand on his cheek.

“Let it out darling. I want to see it while you fuck me.” Taking in a deep breath, the man before her released his true form and nearly ripped his clothes from his body before taking Natasha in his arms and laying her onto the bed gently. That would be the last gentle thing he would do that night however because as soon as he was able to sink into Natasha’s warm wet walls, he let out a deep growl and thrusted as fast and deep as he could. “Oh fuck! Mystery! Shit!! Mm! Fuck! Fuck! Don't stop!”

Elsewhere in the penthouse, The rest of the boys could feel the shaking of the apartment and hear the delicious sounds of Natasha's moans. “Tch no fair! How come he gets to fuck her first!?” Abby groaned. “To be fair, I kinda saw this coming. He's the most attached to her and he's not as…chaotic as the rest of us are. I have a feeling though, I'm gonna be next.” Baby replied before downing an entire bottle of hot sauce. “You gotta stop drinking that crap. It's gotta be doing something to your stomach.” Jinu added.

“Mystery! Mystery! Fuck!! It's so deep!! Keep going!” Natasha continued to moan as Mystery pounded into her while holding her in a nasty mating press. The only noises that came from his mouth were the occasional grunt followed by demonic growls. This was the first time Natasha really began to feel her control slip. The boys could somehow sense it as well. As Mystery was pistoning his cock into her, Natasha had attempted to stop him. To slow him down.

But he was too far gone and so much stronger than her. “Stop moving and take it whore. You've held control over us long enough. It's time we claim what's rightfully ours. So stay still~” Whining loudly, Natasha tried desperately to push Mystery back but her efforts were fruitless and soon, overcome by pleasure, she reached her very first orgasm in a long time.

“Good mate. Cum on my cock like you were meant to~” Mystery growled before he himself lost himself in pleasure and spilled his seed deep inside the woman under him. Suddenly, the door to the room opened to reveal the others. As they entered the room, Abby smirked at Natasha who was still trying to catch her breath.

“Safe to say it's our time to take charge?” Jinu asked to which Mystery nodded, slightly annoyed with how they managed to get in even though he locked the door. “I can't wait for my turn. Imma beat that pussy up.” Baby smirked.

@lovelynyah

@danielle143

@prettygirlkiki

Chapter 5

[writing-girlie]

No need to rush

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Blurb: Teasing Joel was never a smart idea but you just needed him so bad.

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT; forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, P in V

Notes: Not fully proofread. First time writing for Joel so be chill please :)

You'd been asking for it all day, not directly, but you knew that Joel would understand. You started with your outfit, no bra and one of his shirts that barely covered your ass.

Then it was your tone, soft and sweet as you approached him at the dining table.

“You busy?” you ask while crawling into his lap while he was obviously working on something. He pulls you a little closer so you're fully against him and pushes your head down to rest on his shoulder so he can continue his work. To your own credibility you stayed still as long as you could, for all about five minutes. You turned your face into his shirt, kissing him, slowly working your way along his shoulder.

“I'm bored Joel” you murmur against him, only for him to tell you to be patient. You huff but continue to kiss him. When you reach his neck you gently nip. He stopped for a moment and you knew that that was enough of a silent warning but you didn't stop. Your teeth grazed his neck again.

“Don't” Joel warns, voice low. You kiss his neck softer this time.

“Don't what?” You asked innocently before sucking gently on the skin. The chair scrapes back, and he grabs your waist manhandling you off his lap, making you stand beside him. Before you could even process it he pulled his chair back in. You blink slowly at his actions but he doesn't even look at you, just goes back to what he was doing.

“Jo-” His eyes flicked up, and that single look shut your mouth faster than any words could. When your lips part again he's done.

“Sit your ass down and don’t move” He looks over at the couch. You hesitate for a moment. “Now”

You move quickly; his eyes follow you until you're sat then he looks away. You sit quietly and wait. You glance at the clock. It’s been over thirty minutes. You swallow and gather the nerve to speak.

“Can I go now?” He doesn't answer straight away, he finishes scribbling something down before turning his attention to you.

“No”

“But I-”

“Did I ask what you want?” Your stomach flips. Another half hour passes until he lets you go. You stand up but before you leave, he speaks.

“You better start behaving quick smart” You nod before heading down the hallway and into your room.

You lay down on your bed, giving Joel a chance to put it behind him. Once a long, boring hour has passed, you get up and slip out of your room, heading back down the hall. He is still sitting at the table; you walk towards him and hop up onto the table, crossing your legs.

“Hey” you say softly, running your fingers through his hair. “Maybe you should take a break”

“I'm not done” His eyes only flicker up to you briefly.

“You can come back to it, just want you, please.” He doesn't react, and that drives you more insane than if he were to say no. Your mind is racing with frustration and desire. You slide off the table and walk to the fridge, grabbing one of his beers. You sit on the floor beside him, resting your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him, slowly sipping, your lips wrapping around the mouth of the bottle. You know he sees it, but still nothing.

“You’re really not gonna touch me?” You start to feel and sound a little defeated. His jaw ticks.

“No.”

“Why not?” you ask quietly, pouting.

“Because you don’t listen,” he says, still not looking at you. “You act up, then expect to get what you want just because you say please.”

“I'll be good” Once again he doesn't respond so you reach up, fingers trailing his waistband. His hand shoots down, grabbing your wrist.

“How many times do I have to say no?” You shrug.

“I miss you” He lets go and you have a moment of hope.

“Then think about that next time you decide to act like a brat.” He taps your cheek gently, twice, then stands up. “I'm heading to Tommy's for a bit. Be good.” He grabs his jacket and walks out, leaving you on the floor.

The next best option you come up with is to be sweet. You get up and do some of the small jobs thated to be done around the house. Then you make dinner, one of his favourites, wanting to put him in a good mood. He walks through the door as you're serving it up. He automatically knows what you're cooking.

“You trying to butter me up, darlin’?” He walks up behind you, kissing your cheek.

“Is it working?” He hums against your cheek, like he's thinking about the answer. Instead, he ignores the question.

“Smells good” He walks away, sitting at the table. You sit and eat together, mostly in silence.

“You're really not gonna forgive me?”

“Didn't say I wouldn't but a little cleaning and cooking doesn't give you a free pass.” He takes his dirty dish to the kitchen then walks back past you and into the lounge. Once you tidy the kitchen you also go to the lounge. You hover by the edge of the couch, then slowly climb into his lap. He wraps an arm around your back, hand on your hip.

“You know I ain't mad at you, right?” You nod. “Just holding you accountable. Now let me finish my show” You remain in his lap until his show finishes, then he stands up, lifting you, and carries you to the bedroom. He drops you on the bed like you weigh nothing.

“Strip” You slip his shirt off your body and slide your panties down your legs. He pulls his shirt off, letting it crumple on the floor.

“Hands and knees” He commands as he works on his jeans, popping the button and lowering the zip. He grabs his jeans and boxers between his fingers and shoves them both down. You watch him over your shoulder as he frees himself, already half erect. He steps out of his pants, and he grabs his cock, slowly stroking. You arch a little more, hoping that you can entice him. Your pussy is already messy; you can already feel the wetness on your thighs.

He takes a few steps to be behind you. His free hand moves to your ass, and he squeezes, parting your folds.

“All this for me?” he murmurs “Acted like a little pain all day just to end up drippin’ for me like this.” He slides his cock through the slick mess, nudging your clit. Your breath catches as he finally presses into you, slow and steady. He wants you to feel every inch, every second of it. You softly gasp at the stretch and you arch a little more. His hands are firm on your hips.

“That's it” He quietly groans. His hips connect with your ass as he bottoms out.

“You feel that?” One of his hands slides up your back. “This is what you were wanting?” You nod, letting out a soft whine to answer.

He begins to move, slow and deep, not thrusting, just rolling his hips, and you swear you can feel him deeper.

“Ain't no need to rush, ain't that right?” His hand curls at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushes against your skin.

You're surprised about how he's going about this, you thought with all your pushing that he'd put you over his lap and that would be all you'd get. He keeps this slow pace, every slow, deliberate roll of his hips coaxing soft moans from you. Your fingers curl into the quilt beneath you as you thank him. His hand runs back down along your spine and settles back on your hip.

“You think this is a reward? Hmm? Act out all day and still get this?”

“I'm sorry, told you I was sorry. Please” You look back at him.

“But it doesn't mean nothing, darlin’. You meant to do this, you wanted this.” His voice is low. “See how far you could push” He stills inside you and leans in, pressing his chest against your back. “Acting like that ain't an accident.” Arousal swirls in your stomach.

“Just wanted you” He laughs.

“You always have me” He kisses your shoulder before straightening up and pulling back, leaving only the tip. “You don't even have to try but you like to mess around, huh, sweet girl?” He thrusts back in, this time setting a slightly faster pace. The rhythm is still controlled, but there’s weight behind each movement now. Your body rocks back and forth.

“I didn't mean to-” You say but even to your own ears it sounds weak. His hand goes back to your neck, pushing you down. Your cheek is now pressed to the pillow. His pace speeds up more, no longer teasing. It's deeper and faster, each thrust stealing your breath.

“Thought you were so cute” he says, mocking your voice. “‘Joel, pay attention to me. Joel, I’m bored. Joel, touch me-’”

“Joel- please-” The hand that's on your neck moves and gathers your hair, pulling you up onto your knees. You glance back at him, and he kisses your cheek.

“No” It makes you frown slightly. “You don't get to cum” Your mouth drops open, then you start to protest, to which he tightens his grasp enough to make you fall silent. “This ain't a reward.” He whispers in your ear, his beard scratching your skin.

He keeps the rhythm fast and hard; you can feel the coil tightening and you know that he knows, especially with the way he groans as your pussy pulses around him. You choke out his name.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles that make your breath hitch. You let out a soft cry, having to try harder to hold back – but it’s like he’s daring you to fail.

“Don't do it” His voice is gruff. You grab his wrist, choking out his name, but when you try to pull your hips away, his palm cracks sharply against your thigh. He then slides that hand up your body, pressing across your chest to hold you still, his fingers toying with your nipples. Your body trembles from the effort you put in to obey his command.

“You're close, aren't you? Can feel this pussy begging for release.” You nod. “But you ain't got permission” You shake your head “and you wanna be good for me so you won't” You can feel your legs starting to tremble and a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“Joel- I can't” You warn him, trying to sound as serious as you can while out of breath and whimpering. He doesn't relent, just kisses your cheek saying something about not disobeying him. His hand wraps around your throat. “You got what you wanted, baby. So why are you cryin’ now?”

You call out his name, your orgasm crashing through you like an overwhelming wave, only then does he slow down. He keeps you up against his chest as you tremble.

“So disappointing. I give you what you want and you still can't follow one simple instruction.”

“No! I said- I warned you” You try to argue.

“Blaming your lack of control on me?” He shakes his head, pulling out gently. He guides you to lay on the bed again, you let out a little sigh of comfort before he guides you onto your back. You look up at him as he leans over you, a hand on your cheek.

“I'm gonna have to punish you now, darlin’” He shifts back a little, letting his hand run down your body.

You twitch when his fingers find your clit again, still oversensitive, still throbbing from the orgasm he just pulled out of you. A broken whimper escapes your lips, hips jerking reflexively away from the sensation. Joel chuckles softly.

"Too much?" he teases, but his hand doesn't stop. You try to twist away, to press your hips into the mattress for reprieve, but his hand follows like a shadow. He slides two fingers into you without warning, then instantly presses his thumb to your clit.

“Joel-” His name leaves your mouth in a breathless moan.

"Shhh," he soothes, his free hand finds yours.

The pressure builds up faster this time, you can barely catch your breath before Joel curls his fingers just right. You squeeze his hand as your second orgasm takes over. He lets you grip his hand and dig your nails in as you ride it out.

“That's it. I got you, darlin.’” He says, easing his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth. “You still with me?” You nod. “Good.” He wraps his hand around his cock, still hard and glistening with your arousal.

He shifts forward, guiding himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nudges your entrance. Joel leans down, one hand braced beside your head, the other guiding himself to you. His eyes stay on yours while he pushes in for the second time tonight.

“Feel that?” he whispers against your ear. “You take me so well” You wrap your arms around his neck, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. The rhythm he sets is perfect, paired with the weight of his body, the feel of his breath, and the sound of his groans, like he knows exactly what you need. His lips brushing your temple.

“Grippin’ me so damn good, baby.”

You whimper as he shifts slightly, finding the perfect spot, the next thrust hits deeper, making you shudder.

“Come on, give it to me. I can feel that you're close again.” And you do. Your body tenses, then breaks apart as your third orgasm crashes over you. You cry out against his skin, clinging to him like he’s the only thing that matters. Joel doesn't stop but he slows just enough to guide you through it. He murmurs praise against your cheek between kisses. When you flake out under him, still shaking, he smiles.

“Just a little while longer.” He picks up the pace again, it's not intense, but it's desperate.

“Gonna fill you up. You want that?” You nod and that's all it takes. He buries himself deep, letting out a guttural groan as he spills into you. He stays there, locked against you while you both catch your breath. After a moment he wraps an arm around you and moves to lie on his side, pulling you with him so you’re still close, legs tangled, your forehead brushing his. His other hand comes to rest at your hip. You feel the soft kiss he presses to your temple.

“Alright?” You nod, still catching your breath.

“Yeah.” You can still feel him softening, and it adds an intimacy to this moment that neither of you wants to end. Time stretches between you, just enjoying the comfort found in the silence.

[mcrdvcks]

— warm

summary: After Matt tells Angela to not worry about her uncle's notes about missing people and Track 61, she turns to you, a PI.

'cause i'm cool on my own but it's warmer in your arms

word count: 4k+ pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader notes: i had this idea when i first watched the episode 6 - what if it was you instead of angela who got kidnapped and the reason why matt becomes daredevil again? also, i got the title from ariana grande (i love the deluxe of eternal sunshine so muchhh). anyways, enjoy! <3 warnings/tags: angst, mentions of blood, murder, and violence (canon-typical), mention of death, no heather (sorry not sorry), slight pining?, confession(s)

“Angela!” You exclaimed, standing up from your desk to walk over to her. “What a surprise, what’re you doin’ here?”

Angela looked around your office—it was just a small room, but it was good enough for your PI business. She shakily spoke, “I need your help. Mr. Murdock won’t help me, but I thought you would—”

“Matt?” You cut in.

She moved to sit down at a chair, “my uncle was onto something. He was investigating something. All those kidnappings, he started to track them.”

You sat back down, tilting your head as you thought. “What did Matt say?”

Angela sighed, frustrated, and looked away. "He told me to go to the police. He said he’s just a lawyer, and that it wasn’t safe for me to get involved."

You bit your lip, nodding slowly. "Well, he’s not wrong. But then again, this city isn’t exactly known for safety. Can’t really blame you for trying to do something."

"I know." Angela leaned forward, determination shining through her worry. "That's why I came to you. Hector trusted you. He always said you were smart and good at your job—said you had better instincts than most."

You smiled softly. "Your uncle was always too generous." You tapped your fingers gently against the desk. "Do you have anything specific he was looking into?"

Angela handed you a worn notebook, filled with scribbles and notes. "He was tracking the missing people, see?" She flipped open to a marked page, pointing urgently. "All along the old Q line, near Track 61. He thought someone was using the tunnels to hide."

Your gaze flicked over the notes, eyebrows furrowing. "These tunnels have been closed off for years," you muttered thoughtfully. "You sure Hector didn’t mention anyone suspicious? Anything strange before—"

"No," Angela cut you off quietly, shaking her head. "Nothing. But he seemed nervous. He wasn't sleeping. He was different."

You leaned back, sighing deeply. "Alright," you finally said, glancing up to meet her eyes. She seemed nervous, maybe a little hesitant to let it go. You licked your lips before speaking. “How ‘bout this? You tell me and show me everything Hector knew about Track 61 and the missing people, but under no circumstances are you to go there. It could be dangerous.”

Angela relaxed slightly, relief evident in her eyes. "Deal."

You nodded and leaned forward, flipping through Hector's notebook again. "Did he say anything else? Any details at all?"

Angela frowned, thinking carefully. "He mentioned graffiti. Kept saying the murals were important, but he never said why."

You paused. "Graffiti? Like those creepy murals popping up?"

She nodded quickly. "Yeah, those. He thought they were connected."

"Alright," you murmured, your voice quieter now as you concentrated. "I'll see what I can dig up. In the meantime, promise me you'll keep your distance from all this."

"I promise." Angela stood up, gathering her things. She paused at the door, turning back to you. "Thank you, Y/N."

You smiled gently. "Be safe, okay?"

"I will." Angela left quietly, shutting the door behind her.

You took another glance at Hector’s messy notes and let out a long breath. Your instincts hummed in quiet unease. Murals, kidnappings, and Track 61—it all felt like trouble. Hector had good instincts, and yours were starting to kick in as well.

You grabbed your phone, scrolling until Matt’s number showed up. Your finger hovered, hesitating. The silence stretched, heavy with memories you’d both been avoiding.

You shook your head and pressed call anyway.

Matt picked up on the second ring, voice careful. “Y/N?”

“You have a visitor earlier?” you asked lightly, leaning back in your chair.

He sighed. “Angela.”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, twirling your pen between your fingers. “She came here after you told her no.”

“You didn’t agree to help her, did you?”

“I’m a PI, Matt, remember?” you countered. “Helping people’s kind of my whole thing.”

“Y/N—”

“She’s desperate. Hector was onto something important,” you interrupted gently. “And if she’s right about Track 61, people might be in serious danger.”

He was quiet a moment, clearly conflicted. “You shouldn’t go looking into this. It’s too risky.”

You smiled a little. “Almost sounds like you care, Murdock.”

“Of course I care,” he replied, a subtle softness creeping into his voice. “Listen, just... promise me you won’t go down there alone.”

You hesitated, eyes drifting back down to the notebook. “I can’t promise that.”

“Y/N.”

“Matt,” you echoed firmly. “I’m not gonna sit back and ignore this. But, if it makes you feel better, I promise to be careful. How’s that?”

He exhaled softly through the phone. “I guess it’ll have to do.”

A pause lingered, neither of you sure what else to say.

“Be careful,” he finally murmured, voice quiet and sincere.

You nodded softly, though he couldn’t see. “Always am.”

You hung up and stared at your phone for a long moment. Hector's notebook lay open in front of you, his messy handwriting hinting at hidden secrets and unseen dangers. You knew Matt meant well, but sitting idly by wasn't your style—especially when something felt so deeply wrong.

So you'd tread carefully, like you'd promised, but you wouldn't stop. Not until you found answers.

---

Angela was onto something with the murals. You peered at a clean-up crew who had been spraying at the paint for at least an hour.

It hadn’t come off.

The paint was stubbornly stuck to the brick wall, not even budging with a power washer or some kind of solvent. You stepped closer, crossing your arms as you observed the crew’s frustration.

“What’s it made of?” you called over the sound of machinery.

A sanitation worker glanced your way, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Hell if I know. Some sorta epoxy. We tried every solvent we've got, but it ain't goin' anywhere.”

Epoxy. That explained the resistance. You stepped closer still, examining the mural more carefully. It was unsettling—something about the swirling, abstract shapes felt hauntingly deliberate.

“You ever see anything like it?” you asked, turning to him again.

He shook his head grimly. “Never. Word is they're all over town now. The Mayor’s pretty pissed about it, I hear.”

“Mayor Fisk?” you asked skeptically.

“Yeah, apparently he doesn’t like graffiti, especially ones that won’t come off.” He paused, glancing around as if someone could overhear. “Between you and me, heard a rumor these murals might be more than just paint.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Meaning?”

He hesitated. “Blood.”

Your breath caught slightly. You swallowed back a shiver, forcing yourself to nod calmly. “You have proof, or is this just talk?”

He shrugged uncomfortably. “Word spreads fast. But if you ask me, there’s a reason this paint won’t wash off easy.”

You murmured a quick thanks and stepped away, pulling your phone out of your pocket. This was worse than you thought.

You automatically hovered over Matt’s contact, but something stopped you.

He didn’t seem happy that you were investigating, let alone the fact that he hadn’t been Daredevil in a year.

Matt was no help to you.

You sighed, pocketing your phone. If Matt didn’t want to get involved, fine—you’d handle it yourself. That’s what you’d always done, after all. Still, a tiny ache lingered in your chest, quiet but insistent. Once upon a time, you’d have tackled this kind of thing together, without hesitation.

Not anymore.

You pushed the feeling away and turned back to the mural. The unsettling reds and blacks stared back at you mockingly. Blood. You shook your head, grimacing. This city always found new ways to get darker.

A voice startled you from your thoughts. “Admiring the artwork?”

You turned sharply, finding Detective Brett Mahoney watching you with his usual calm intensity. You knew him well enough—paths crossed often enough that you’d gained mutual respect. But he also knew your connection to Matt, which made interactions… interesting.

“Detective Mahoney,” you greeted dryly. “Here to arrest the wall or me?”

A faint smirk crossed his face. “Neither, if you behave yourself.”

“Since when do I cause trouble?”

“You got an hour?” he quipped lightly, stepping closer to examine the mural himself. His expression hardened a bit. “Should I even ask why you're here?”

“Following a lead.”

His gaze shifted to you carefully. “Connected to the missing people?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you know about it?”

“I know someone’s been busy,” he answered cryptically, scanning the paintwork again. “And not in a good way.”

“It’s blood, isn’t it?” you asked softly, following his line of sight.

His jaw tightened. “Officially, that hasn’t been confirmed.”

“Unofficially?”

He sighed. “Yeah. It’s blood.”

You crossed your arms, unsettled. “Whose jurisdiction is this?”

He chuckled without humor. “Mayor’s apparently putting together a task force to deal with it. Fisk handpicked everyone personally.”

You snorted bitterly. “That’s comforting.”

Mahoney eyed you thoughtfully. “This case isn’t a good place to be poking around alone, Y/N. Be careful, alright?”

“You’re the second person today who’s said that.”

“Maybe you should listen,” he pointed out calmly.

You hesitated, meeting his steady gaze. “And if I have information?”

“Share it with me.” His voice was genuine, quietly urgent. “Let me help.”

You nodded slowly, a bit guarded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.” Mahoney gave the mural one last lingering look, before stepping back. “And if you talk to your friend—” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “—make sure he’s careful too.”

“Matt’s not involved.”

Mahoney looked skeptical. “If you say so.”

He walked away, leaving you alone with the eerie mural and your tangled thoughts.

You took a deep breath, glanced back at the stubborn blood-red paint, and turned sharply on your heel. You had work to do.

---

You had one last thing to do before going into Track 61. You called Angela, and she picked up almost immediately.

“Angela, I need you to do something for me. If I don’t call back in an hour, I need you to call Matt.”

There was a long pause. “Why wouldn’t you call back?”

You sighed softly, glancing toward the darkened tunnel entrance. “Just a precaution, Angela. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

“You don’t sound very convinced,” she said nervously. “Maybe you shouldn’t—”

“I’ll be fine,” you cut her off gently. “Just promise me, okay?”

She exhaled, reluctant but compliant. “Okay, I promise. One hour, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You ended the call and pocketed your phone, adjusting the flashlight in your grip as you stepped into the abandoned tunnel.

The air inside was cold and stale, heavy with dust. You aimed your flashlight forward, the beam cutting through the darkness.

“C’mon,” you muttered quietly, “what were you onto, Hector?”

Every footstep echoed unnervingly against the walls. Graffiti streaked across the old brickwork—colorful, disturbing images illuminated by your passing light.

A sound shifted somewhere ahead. You froze instantly.

Silence.

You exhaled slowly, steadying yourself. “Relax, Y/N, you’re fine,” you whispered, mostly to convince yourself.

You pressed forward cautiously, scanning the shadows. It felt colder the deeper you went, the uneasy quiet pressing against your nerves.

“Hello?” Your voice echoed slightly. “Anyone down here?”

A low, rustling noise answered from somewhere ahead.

You tensed, flashlight trembling just slightly in your hand. “Hello?” you called again, steadier this time. “Who’s there?”

No response—just that subtle shifting sound again, teasing at your ears.

You took another careful step forward.

Then everything happened fast.

A hand clamped roughly around your mouth from behind, muffling your startled scream. You struggled instantly, your flashlight clattering uselessly to the ground.

“Shh,” a voice hissed chillingly close to your ear. “Don’t scream.”

Your heartbeat thundered frantically in your chest as you twisted violently against the person holding you.

“Relax,” he said coldly. “You’re gonna be part of something beautiful.”

Panic flooded your senses, adrenaline surging hot and fierce. You fought desperately, thrashing and kicking.

“Damn it—hold still!” he snarled angrily, tightening his grip painfully.

You managed to elbow him sharply in the ribs, forcing a grunt of pain. The brief moment of distraction was all you needed—you broke free, gasping for breath.

You sprinted blindly forward through the darkness, adrenaline blurring your vision. Footsteps echoed close behind, and before you could think, a harsh impact sent you sprawling to the ground.

You rolled onto your back just as the figure loomed above you—a grotesque mask covering his face, streaked with blood and grime.

“You’re a fighter, aren’t you?” he whispered softly, voice darkly amused. “Good. That’ll make it more interesting.”

You scrambled backward desperately, nails scraping uselessly against stone. “Stay away!”

He stepped closer, unbothered by your warning. “You don’t understand. I need you.”

“Go to hell,” you spat fiercely.

He laughed softly, crouching down beside you. “After tonight, Y/N, we’ll both be there.”

Your stomach dropped at your name. He knew who you were. You opened your mouth to scream again, but something sharp pressed swiftly against your neck.

Darkness claimed you quickly, your last conscious thought a desperate, regretful wish:

Matt.

---

While investigating Track 61, Matt’s phone vibrated. “Call from Angela. Answer or decline? Call from Angela—”

“Hello?” Matt answered.

“Mr. Murdock? It’s Angela.”

"Angela," Matt replied sharply, an immediate sense of dread creeping into his voice. "What's wrong?"

"Y/N—she made me promise to call you if she didn't check back in," Angela explained, anxiety clear in every syllable. "She was going down into Track 61 to look around—it's been more than an hour. She hasn't answered her phone."

Matt’s breath hitched. His grip tightened instinctively around his phone. "Damn it. I told her not to go down there."

"I tried to talk her out of it," Angela said quickly. "She insisted. I don't know what to do—"

"Stay calm," Matt cut her off gently, forcing his own panic down. "Did she say exactly where she was going in the tunnels?"

"No, but she had Hector’s notes, the ones about graffiti," Angela responded quickly. "She mentioned something about the murals—she thought they might lead somewhere."

Matt ran his free hand through his hair, a heavy breath escaping him. "Alright. Listen carefully, Angela: stay at home with your parents. I'll take care of the rest."

Right after he ended the call with Angela he dialed nine-one-one, letting the phone ring while he stared straight ahead, mulling over what to do.

Finally, the call connected. “911, what is your emergency?” Matt brought the phone to his ear but paused before saying anything. “Hello?” His heart pounded as he held the phone at his side. “Hello? 911.”

“Fuck it.” He muttered.

---

Matt ran past the train as it travelled quickly past him on the tracks, spotting Muse at an entryway.

Muse turned sharply, the grotesque mask glinting in the dim tunnel light. Daredevil didn’t hesitate, lunging forward instantly and striking him with full force.

Muse stumbled backward, slamming into the wall. He recovered fast, reaching out to strike back, sharp and precise. Daredevil narrowly dodged, his senses heightened, listening carefully for any sound—your heartbeat, faint but still present in the room beyond.

Muse attacked again, quick and violent. Daredevil parried with his billy clubs, blocking blow after blow, feet shuffling through the tunnel as they traded rapid hits. Each strike echoed sharply against brick and metal.

Muse snarled angrily, grabbing at Daredevil’s throat. Matt twisted expertly, shoving Muse’s weight sideways. Muse lost his balance, but recovered instantly, swinging out wildly in retaliation. The fight moved quickly through the narrow entryway, deeper into the darkness.

They crashed into the room filled with paint cans and grotesque murals, disturbing tools and brushes scattering loudly across the concrete floor. Matt’s focus narrowed immediately onto the quiet rhythm of your pulse, a faint thump echoing weakly from your direction.

Muse seized a blade from his belt, lunging at Daredevil. Matt reacted sharply, ducking and countering, his billy clubs spinning with practiced ease. He connected harshly with Muse’s side, eliciting a pained grunt. Muse swung back, knife slicing sharply through the air.

Daredevil twisted swiftly, Muse’s blade narrowly missing his chest. Matt kicked out, knocking the knife from Muse’s grip. It skittered across the floor. Muse growled, charging aggressively forward.

Matt’s attention was split—Muse’s heavy breathing, violent movements, and your pulse, quiet and uneven in the corner of the room. His jaw clenched tightly, and he struck out again, determination fueling every precise movement.

Muse slammed Daredevil roughly against the wall, hands grappling at his throat, pushing relentlessly. Matt’s breath was short, strained. He twisted fiercely, kicking Muse away. Muse stumbled backward, crashing into paint cans and sending them clattering loudly.

Matt stepped forward again, sweat dripping down his face. Muse snarled fiercely, fists raised, attacking again with renewed fury. Matt matched his aggression blow for blow, movements fluid and powerful.

Muse swung brutally, managing to hit Daredevil squarely in the jaw. Matt staggered briefly, blood tasting sharp on his tongue, but immediately retaliated, sending Muse sprawling backward onto the floor. Matt’s senses picked up your weakening heartbeat, dread filling him with urgency.

Muse struggled to his feet, glaring hatefully. Daredevil moved swiftly, wrapping the cord of his billy clubs tightly around Muse’s neck. Muse gasped, choking as Matt pulled the clubs tightly upward, hoisting Muse from the ground, feet kicking desperately.

Suddenly, Matt's breath caught—your heartbeat stuttered and stopped entirely.

“No—” Matt choked out sharply, horror flooding his veins.

Muse’s body slumped, unconscious. Matt immediately abandoned him, rushing over to you.

He tore the IV harshly from your leg, hands shaking. His fingers felt desperately for a pulse—nothing.

“Damn it, Y/N,” he whispered fiercely, climbing onto the table beside you. He began chest compressions quickly, rhythmically. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t.”

He pressed harder, focused only on the faint hope of your heartbeat returning beneath his fingers. “C’mon, sweetheart, breathe,” he pleaded quietly, voice thick with emotion.

Seconds felt agonizingly slow. Matt’s breaths came in desperate, frantic pants. “Please, Y/N—”

Your chest suddenly rose sharply, and you gasped loudly, eyes snapping open in panic. Matt immediately cradled your face gently between his hands, voice urgent but tender. “It’s okay—I’m here. You're safe now.”

You blinked, confusion slowly fading into relief. “Matt?”

“Yeah,” he whispered softly, relief flooding his voice. “I’ve got you.”

Your breathing slowed, shaky but steady, your eyes filling with tears as reality sank in. Matt stayed close, thumbs stroking your cheeks gently, offering quiet reassurance.

“You came,” you managed weakly, voice breaking slightly.

“Always,” he murmured fiercely, pressing a relieved kiss to your forehead. “Always, Y/N.”

---

When you woke up, there were bright fluorescent lights above you and a needle taped to the inside of your elbow.

You blinked groggily, squinting at the too-bright room around you. Slowly, awareness trickled back—you were in a hospital. You shifted uncomfortably, your body feeling weak and drained.

“Hey.”

Matt's voice drew your attention immediately. He sat beside your bed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His expression was tight, unreadable.

“Hey,” you managed, throat dry and scratchy. You cleared it gently. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple of hours,” he said softly, relief evident in his tone. “You lost a lot of blood. They're giving you a transfusion.”

You glanced at the needle taped securely to your skin and grimaced. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Matt's jaw tightened. “You scared me.”

“I scared myself,” you admitted quietly.

For a moment, there was silence, heavy and loaded. Matt finally exhaled sharply, leaning back in the hospital chair.

“You could’ve died, Y/N,” he said sharply, suddenly angry. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You flinched slightly at his tone, surprised by his anger. “Matt—”

“No.” He shook his head fiercely. “You promised me you’d be careful. What part of going down into dark tunnels alone with a serial killer running loose sounded careful to you?”

“I was trying to help,” you shot back weakly, frustration bubbling up inside you. “People were dying, Matt. Hector died. Angela asked for my help, and she was right. I wasn’t going to just sit by.”

“You almost became one of those people,” he snapped harshly, voice rising. “Do you understand that? You almost became another damn mural on a wall.”

You turned your head, biting your lip, eyes stinging slightly. His voice softened just a fraction.

“I know you think you have to handle everything on your own,” Matt said quietly. “But you don’t.”

You stared stubbornly at your hands, still not meeting his gaze.

“You could’ve called me first,” he added, frustration clear again. “You know I would’ve gone with you.”

You scoffed softly. “Would you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You sighed, finally looking back up at him. “You’ve barely spoken to me since Foggy died. We’ve both avoided each other for months, and every time we talk it’s only about work. Would you really have gone with me? Or would you have given me the same speech you gave Angela about safety and not getting involved?”

Matt hesitated, jaw clenched tightly. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s exactly fair,” you argued softly. “Ever since Foggy, you’ve pulled away. Maybe I have too, but it’s not like we’ve been exactly open with each other.”

“I was trying to protect you,” he muttered, frustration and hurt tangled in his voice. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“From what, Matt? From this life?” You gestured weakly around the hospital room. “This life is exactly who we are. Foggy knew that, and so do I. You can’t protect me from it.”

“Maybe I wanted to protect you from me,” he finally said roughly, his voice breaking slightly. “You’ve seen what happens around me. Foggy died, Y/N. You almost did too. And it always comes back to Daredevil. I didn’t want you caught in the middle of that anymore.”

Your heart softened instantly at the guilt in his voice. “Matt—Foggy’s death wasn’t your fault. And tonight, that was my decision. You can’t keep taking responsibility for everyone around you.”

“You’re missing the point,” he murmured tightly, shaking his head. “The point is I can’t lose you too.”

Your heart skipped slightly, and you swallowed. “Matt...”

He let out a shaky breath, leaning forward again. “When your heart stopped—” he paused, voice breaking with emotion, “it was the worst feeling I've ever had. All I could think was that I waited too long. That I never told you...”

“Told me what?” you whispered cautiously, your pulse suddenly quickening.

“That I love you,” he admitted quietly. “God, Y/N, I’ve loved you for years. Long before Foggy died, long before I tried to pull away. But I pushed it aside because I thought it was safer. For both of us.”

You stared at him, breath caught tightly in your throat.

“Matt—” you began again, voice soft and trembling.

He reached for your hand, holding it tightly in his own, desperate and firm. “I almost lost you tonight because I was too damn stubborn and afraid. But I’m done hiding. I don’t care how dangerous it is. I don’t care if you tell me it’s too late. But you have to know—I love you.”

You exhaled shakily, blinking back sudden tears. “It’s not too late.”

His shoulders slumped in visible relief, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. He leaned closer, voice barely audible.

“Say it again,” he breathed softly.

You smiled faintly, tightening your hold on his hand. “It’s not too late, Matt. I love you too.”

He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against your hand for a moment, breathing deeply, letting your words settle inside him. When he opened them again, he smiled—a small, gentle smile filled with quiet hope and gratitude.

“You’re still infuriatingly reckless,” he murmured, voice teasing gently. “But God, I’m glad you’re okay.”

You chuckled weakly, squeezing his fingers. “Sorry about scaring you.”

Matt lifted your hand, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “Just promise me, next time, you won’t go alone.”

“Promise,” you said softly.

He exhaled in quiet relief, resting his head against your joined hands. You smiled faintly, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids again. His quiet presence beside you was comforting, familiar, safe.

“Stay?” you whispered quietly, voice thick with fatigue.

“Always,” he murmured softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[fatuismooches]

Every time recruits were assigned to a Harbinger, they were required to give a speech to the new agents. It was simply the way the Fatui worked - everyone must be made aware and dedicate themselves to the Tsaritsa's will through working for the Harbingers. The experience varied from Harbinger to Harbinger - if one were lucky enough to be with the Captain, they'd be filled with a sense of pride and bravery, if they had the misfortune of working for the Balladeer, well... one could guess how that goes.

Dottore's orientations were also anxiety-inducing, no doubt, considering the kind of reputation he had. Most recruits prayed day and night not to be selected to work for him. It was a very popular rumor about how easy it was to end up as a test subject of Dottore's. However, what many recruits quickly realized was that... working for Dottore was not as bad as many claimed.

Sure, some segments were definitely more difficult to work with than others, but it was actually preferable to working for certain other Harbingers. Just continue to produce results, and you'll be fine. Surprisingly, there were a sizeable amount of agents who adored Dottore. They would rave about him at any given opportunity to anyone who was willing to listen, and that didn't even include their signature handbook. It was also said that if you truly impressed him, he wasn't picky about rewarding you. Unfortunately for new recruits, they were still unaware of this and were left to shiver with their hearts in their throats, awaiting their impending doom.

Even worse for those poor souls, was that a habit of the segments was that they were notoriously late to these meetings, diving deep into their research and discarding it until the last minute. You learned this through idle conversation with one such segment, Beta, who especially despised this baptism.

"So... you just stood there and gave a speech to them?" You couldn't help but find the idea very funny, considering the kind of man he was. "What are your speeches like? Are you motivational, Beta?" He scowled at your teasing and focused his frustration on his latest creation.

"I don't have the time to waste on foolish things."

"Isn't it a good thing to encourage your employees?"

"This is the Fatui. They know what's expected of them," Beta scoffed as if he hadn't turned certain agents into flying robots in the past.

"Aww, but it sounds fun! I would wanna talk to them like that," you sighed. Most of the time the agents would bow, stutter, and quickly make themselves scarce when they saw you. Certain ones would just stare at you in awe silently as if they couldn't believe their eyes, and then scribble something in their notepad. You were unsure of their motives.

"There's a reason why Prime has never attended one himself ever since he created his first segment. All of us fill up our schedules to avoid it," the segment grumbled. He was the one stuck with the duty today. You only hummed in amusement.

"So when is the next screening of new recruits?"

"Tomorrow morning. Hmm, Omega's turn this time too. He's best at these things, anyway." You smiled as you had a very good idea.

"I'm going to go!"

"Are you now? Have fun." Beta responded dryly. Now that he thought about it, if you were so eager, perhaps he should have brought you to do most of the speaking.

"I will. I'll get them to be the most motivated Fatui agents there is!"

—

For a small group of people, they were starting their mornings with possibly one of the most frightening experiences of their lives. It was only natural for them to whisper to each other, all huddled up.

"I wonder if the rumors about Lord Dottore are true. Is he going to dissect us if-"

"You know what I wonder? What segment of Lord Dottore we'll get assigned to. I heard-"

"He has segments???"

"Apparently, he cloned himself at different stages of his life, so we'll deal with numerous versions of him."

"... As soon as the time comes, I'm putting in a request to transfer out of here."

"And that will be your biggest mistake. Lord Dottore is far more generous than you lot make him out to be."

"Pardon?"

"Lord Dottore is quite frequently praised by many agents around here. You just haven't heard them yet. Furthermore, he'll always appreciate results, regardless of your actions." The Dottore defender passionately gripped his chest. The group looked unconvinced.

"Are you sure they weren't under duress or something...?"

"Well, I've met his spouse once too! And [Name] was as kind as-" The poor agent was interrupted by laughter.

"Spouse? The sun would sooner shine bright in Snezhnaya than Lord Dottore ever being married."

"Is he even capable of love?"

"It's not a lie. Many agents who work for our Lord know them! In fact, they-"

"Ahem! Attention everyone!" A voice sounded in front of the room, that was... definitely not Dottore's. There stood a person who was... definitely not Dottore either. The room went completely silent as they gazed upon your rather proud form.

"You all were expecting Dottore, but I, [Name], will start this thing off first!" The glint of your wedding ring became all too noticeable for the new recruits as your eyes scanned the crowd. "Oh, hey! You're that guy I gave directions to a while back! You really did transfer over, huh!" You gleefully waved to him as he scratched his head, in both embarrassment and honor, and the agents suddenly had a feeling that the man was not lying about Dottore's marital status.

"Anyway, I'm gonna ask you all the question I know you're all thinking about. You're absolutely terrified of Dottore, aren't you?!" You pointed at them while their throats were dry from the situation. After a few seconds, they glanced at each other before nodding awkwardly. You only chuckled as you puffed out your chest.

"Well, I'm going to erase all those fears right here, right now. As the person who knows him better than anyone, I can assure you he's a great Harbinger to work under! And to do that... I'm going to give you all a crash course on Dottore's segments! So go on, ask me anything and I shall deliver!" Your resounding confidence was met with blank stares, save for the new inductee into the fan club.

"Are they really Lord Dottore's lover?"

"Well, they have to be... no one can just walk around casually claiming to be married to him."

"I mean... if someone like Lord Dottore is able to fall in love, then he can't be too bad, right...? We should listen to them."

One by one the nervous agents asked you a variety of questions - how to deal with them, how to tell them apart, what to do if they were annoyed, a few quirks to look out for, the kind of work efficiency he valued, the kind of sweets they most favored when it came time to pacify them- the more you spoke, the more engaged the new recruits got. You were rather proud of your skills.

"And if that wasn't enough motivation for you, do it for him!" In the end, you pulled out your one and only pet, the strange blue fox creature who blinked at the crowd who was loudly clapping for some reason.

"You know, I feel a lot more confident about working here!"

"I told you all, you just didn't believe me," the one fan said, still over the moon. But even amidst the commotion, a pair of shoes neatly echoed throughout the room, causing everyone to nearly fall silent at his presence.

"Oh... that's Lord Omega, right? His mask is black." Said agent got elbowed by another for speaking, as they all bowed lowly in respect. The segment was more interested in what you were doing here.

"... [Name], what exactly is the meaning of this?" The segment studied you carefully - despite your sweet smile, he didn't exactly have the best feeling about this.

"I gave them a speech of course! You need to motivate them more, you know? For the results you love so much! I just decided to do your job for you." Your lover stared at you and then turned his attention to the group who were standing stiffly.

"Is that so?"

"Y-Yes, Lord Dottore."

"Then you are all dismissed." The group blinked before quickly shuffling out of the room, mostly in awe at how casually you spoke to the Harbinger. You really were married...

"Just trust me Omega, those guys will be some of your most hardworking agents!" Omega looked at you thoughtfully - their demeanor did seem much better than when he spoke. But he still had a lingering thought that bothered him.

"[Name], you didn't tell them anything potentially... inappropriate, did you?"

"Inappropriate? O-Oh, of course not, Omega. I merely boosted their spirits into working for you!" You smiled, ignoring how his gaze was boring into you.

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all!"

"..."

"..."

"Well, actually, I-I may have told them about the sweets thing again- hey- don't get closer!"

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Bluebird Bookstore

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

genre: flufff

el's thoughts: second time writing for bucky!! it's probably a lil ooc, but i figured i'll post it anyway. hope yall like it!!

masterlist

Bucky never expected to meet someone like Y/N.

She wasn’t like the people he met these days—those who treated him like a war hero, a monster, or a walking ghost. She didn’t look at him like he was something broken that needed fixing or something dangerous that needed monitoring. No, Y/N looked at him like he was just… Bucky.

And that was something he wasn’t sure he deserved. 

He met her at a quiet little bookstore tucked away in Brooklyn, the kind of place that reminded him of the 1940s—dusty wooden shelves, warm lighting, and the faint smell of old paper and coffee. Steve had suggested he start getting out more, “reintroducing” himself to the world. Bucky had scoffed at first, but then he stumble into The Bluebird Bookshop on accident, really.

Or maybe on purpose… He didn’t know anymore.

What he did know was that Y/N had been there, curled up in one of the worn armchairs, completely engrossed in a book. She hadn’t noticed him at first, which was, honestly, a rare occurrence for Bucky. People always noticed him—either because of the metal arm, the history attached to his name, or the hesitance in his posture,

But she hadn’t even looked up. At least he didn’t see her glance at him.

Y/N had noticed him lingering, flipping through an old Hemingway novel, pretending to read but really just watching her out of the corner of his eye. She was completely lost from the plot but continued to flip the pages to distract herself. She bit her lip when she tried to concentrate, brows furrowed slightly as she still felt his eyes on her. She closed the book softly and smiled as she looked up.

Bucky froze, caught red-handed staring. He had expected wariness, maybe even fear in her eyes. Instead, Y/N continued to smile—this soft, knowing thing that made his stomach flip in a way he didn’t quite understand.

“Didn’t take you for a Hemingway guy,” she had said, tilting her head.

Bucky had blinked, then glanced down at the book in his hands like he had forgotten he was holding it.

“Uh–yeah. I mean… I was,” he muttered awkwardly. “Back in the day.”

That had piqued her interest.

“Back in the day, huh?” she had mused, eyes flicking over him curiously. Then she had gestured to the seat across from her. “You want to talk books, Hemingway?”

And somehow, that was how it started.

Over the next few weeks, Bucky kept finding himself at The Bluebird Bookshop. He told himself it was because he liked the atmosphere, the quiet, the books. But deep down, he knew the real reason.

Y/N.

She had this way of making him feel… normal. She never asked about his past unless he brought it up. Never tiptoed around him like he was fragile. Instead, she talked to him about books, music, history, and sometimes, her life.

She loved reading in her free time, obviously. Had a soft spot for old jazz records and always carried a notebook where she scribbled down thoughts, half-finished poems, and ideas for stories she swore she would write one day.

She was good, in a way that didn’t feel forced. And Bucky found himself wanting to be around that goodness.

He tried to keep his distance at first, afraid of what it meant, what he was feeling. But Y/N was patient, and steady. She let him move at his own pace, never pushing, never demanding.

And Bucky?

Bucky fell.

It happened slowly, in the quiet moments between conversations about books and late-night walks home. In the way, she made him coffee just how he liked it, without him ever telling her. In the way she always saved a seat for him at the bookshop, like she just knew he would show up.

In the way, she looked at him—not like he was a soldier or a killer or a man out of time.

Just Bucky. 

Her Bucky.

And maybe, just maybe that was enough.

[hangesdarling]

Idea! Hange who finds out her rival in the scouts is actually just a massive bottom

rivals, right? — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. You and your rival Hange were forced to sleep in one tent for an expedition. CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, nipple sucking, fingering, oral sex, a bit slow burn WORD COUNT. 2.1k A/N. sorry anon i missed the part where they're scouts :") they're both section commanders on this one though. hope that's alright!

"I'm not sleeping with you," you groaned, the irritation sharp enough to cut through the night. 

"You make it sound weird when we're just sleeping in one tent," Hange said with an amused laugh, padding up the tent floor with a few blankets so it wouldn't be too rocky to lie down on. 

So annoying, you might be thinking. Hange always acts coy, teasing even as if your constant clash and rivalry were an amusement of some sort. Years of training and expeditions, even as scouts, Hange always managed to be linked with you. Both were labeled the smartest, both became section commanders at the same time, and both were considered respectable researchers. Your titles always one up with the other, a tight competition you never seemed to have an agreement on. 

"Ugh, why is it always with you?" You mumbled behind the notebook you're scribbling on. It was loud enough to reach Hange's ears. 

"Sorry, dear. Every tent is occupied," they said simply. Hange placed two makeshift pillows, peeking over the tent as if waiting for you to come inside. You glanced in their direction but turned away almost instantly. 

"I'll be out here for a while," you muttered, focused on scribbling on your notes. Hange looked over your shoulder in curiosity, crawling beside you. 

"Observations, huh?" Hange remarked, pushing their glasses up so their eyes could follow your scribbles. 

You blushed at being observed, quickly hiding the notes you were writing. 

"Nah, just listing why my research is more relevant than yours," you saved yourself from awkwardness, pulling a smug smile. 

Hange laughed, tilting their head almost mockingly. "That's kinda pathetic, don't you think?" 

"Heh, not when I get those two titans for my experiment," you replied, lips curling into a smirk. 

Ah, so damn stubborn, Hange thought. They shook their head lightly, still amused by how you managed to pull this stubborn behavior with them for years. You're typically kind and soft-spoken with other scouts, an authority to be respected, not feared. But Hange finds it almost ridiculous when you both act like bickering children around each other. 

"Would it kill you to share a titan with me? Besides, Erwin said we only get to capture one titan each."

"Out of all people, you should know that won't be enough," you replied. The situation you're both in just hardens your stubbornness. How could humanity thrive and gain knowledge when research is always limited? Tight budget, the shitty authority; Survey Corps never seems to run out of problems. 

"Well, we have to work with our limited resources, you know," Hange explained. "We're not supported enough in terms of this. Our supplies are insufficient. That's probably why we're sharing a tent."

"I'll do something about that," you mumbled like a steadfast promise. "Just go to sleep for now."

Hange looks at you for a while, perhaps in admiration or judgment. But in any way, they see the reflection of their resolve. 

"You should sleep too. It would be a long day tomorrow. Good night, Y/N."

Do something about it, huh? Hange slept with that curious thought, wondering what risky method would you try to pull in the next few days. 

---

Being outside the walls stopped feeling new after your tenth or fifteenth expedition. As a scout, you always have some sort of fear just from the countless tales of unsuccessful expeditions and a tower of dead bodies after one. 

 But now, you managed to expertly map through the routes outside just from memory. Where titans roam the least or the best view to watch over their behavior. 

You were sitting atop a branch of a large tree, binoculars in hand, and planning where to stage the capture. Your mind went through the manpower and equipment sent with you outside, wincing at the fact that the capture could be dangerous. Hange managed to develop a catching net some months ago, ensuring a safe capture. However, with the tight route and a precarious amount of titan, you doubt that this capture would be entirely safe. 

From another tree, Hange was watching titans, observing how slow they usually walk without bait. They are focusing. Supposedly. 

But now and then, their binoculars would travel over where you sat, the lenses perfectly capturing your distress at the current conundrum. 

No sooner, you felt another presence at the tree—Hange's familiar footsteps, careful to reach you on that wide branch. 

"You're worrying about the route, isn't it?" you heard them whisper behind you as you lowered your own binoculars. 

"Not just that," you sighed defeatedly, head on your hands. "I was thinking that two titans really wouldn't be enough for us even if we shared."

You handed Hange your notebook much to their surprise. They flipped over the pages, gaining an understanding of your concerns. Your desired experiment might be ambitious and idealistic but it would be helpful if you succeeded. But with resources so limited and countless lives to take into consideration, how would you able to do this?

Hange sat beside you, still thumbing over some pages. Even if you're turning your face away, Hange could tell you were trying hard not to tear up from the frustration and possibility of loss. This was important for you after all. They've watched you study, observe, and create all of these for over a year. 

They placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before saying, "We could do something about this, you know that. Come with me."

----

"Why do you always kick your blanket off when you sleep?" Hange asked curiously one night in the tent. 

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do! I had to tuck it beneath your feet at least three times last night," Hange argued. 

"My, don't bother with it..." You brushed it off, turning away from them to hide your face. You tried to trace back since when Hange Zoë's relationship with you became so casual, almost friendly. If your mind wanders far enough, you might consider something else happening. Affection, maybe. But you shrugged all those thoughts off, reminding yourself that the plan you agreed on was purely for science and the advancement of humanity. 

"But you're weak to coldness," Hange continued, covering you in several layers of blanket, ignoring the pout on your lips. They had a grin on their face when they said, "Don't want my research partner getting sick, do I?"

"We're not research partners," you frowned.

"Eh, why not? I just told you my whole plan and you agreed with it."

"Doesn't mean we're partners from now on."

"God, you're one stubborn lady," Hange chuckled, a sigh escaping their lips. They pulled their blankets over them, slowly dozing off. Outside, the night was filled with the gentle chirps of crickets, chorusing at one point. Even with such proximity, you could feel Hange's warmth, their gentle breathing only conveyed that they must also be awake. 

---

The next morning, you and Hange's plan set into motion, traps were located strategically in a different route. Both of you were taking full liability for what would happen in the days to come, informing the soldiers about the need to capture four titans to sufficiently conduct the research. It wasn't the safest plan, some were hesitant but many trusted your scheme since all of you share a common goal. 

You commander your unit, imparting knowledge of the best actions to take. But for the remaining hours, your eyes remained on your notebook, pretending to check details to reach the optimum result. However, Hange knew you had an entirely different reason. Maybe to interact less with them, afraid they would bring up how you two ended up tangled in each other's arms last night.

---

"I'm just letting you know that won't happen again," you said flatly, eyes boring upwards through the tent as you lay down. 

Hange turned their head to you, their lips forming into a subtle smirk once more. "What is?"

"Um, last night..." you said in a low voice. 

"Ah, you mean when you're hugging me so tightly?" Hange asked smugly. 

You bit your lip, trying to save yourself from this. "I was asleep. Not responsible for my actions, but forgive me for disturbing your sleep."

Much to your surprise, Hange hovered over you, their deep brown eyes glinting almost knowingly against the dark space inside. The atmosphere thickened, your heart ramming louder than the sounds of night. 

"No need to apologize for anything, sweetheart," they whispered, their eyes following your lips the way your eyes do for them. In that heated moment, all that you've both held in flooded out like a dam breaking and gushing to spill over. Hange placed a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you pinned on the blankets as their lips met yours. It was a firm kiss, your lips nearly melting into each other's. Your hands traveled on Hange's hair where you tug and pull them closer. Hange sat you up in their lap, gaining better access of your neck and chest. Their hands snaked under your clothes as they ask for permission to go further each time to which you only nod. 

"If you want to have me so bad, you shouldn't have spent years being annoying," you muttered into the kiss. 

"Says the one who wouldn't let go of me last night," Hange smirked, a thumb circling your clothed breasts. "Besides, you should've picked up on it early on. You're so smart after all."

"You know, you look more attractive when you shut up," you muttered as you fell on top of Hange. Their flushed face look at you expectantly, expecting you would dominate this whole ordeal. After all, they saw you in that dominant, commanding light after years of leadership. 

But Hange noticed how flustered you were just from being on top of them. Your thighs kept straddled on their lap, your hands resting on their shoulder, not knowing where to hold on. Hange smirked, taking it as a sign to flip you over once more. Their breath was warm against your ear as they whispered, "It's okay, Y/N. Let me do it for you."

Hange locked your lips in a kiss once more, bundling your shirt on your chest. Their lips slithered from your lips down to your throat, reaching the trail between your breasts. They kept one firm hand on your wrist as their tongue gently circled one of your nipples, sucking their lips on the hardened bud.

Hange covered your mouth before you let out high-pitched noises from the sensation. 

"Shhhh... You don't want your subordinates to hear you, right?" They smiled against the darkness. 

The night was slow and heated as you let Hange do wonders with their mouth and fingers, always managing to draw out a soundless moan from you. Your lips could only part, your hands clenching around their body. They were amused to see you follow along and nod with their wishes, so compliant with their charm.

Hange had the button of your blouse open, your breasts spilling out into their face and the warm flesh of your stomach open for their wet kisses. 

"You know," Hange began, drawing their fingers in and out of you at a teasingly, slow pace. "I didn't expect this much submission from you."

"Shut up, Hange..." you breathed out, a hand over your eyes as you were beginning to write against their fingers. Hange held down your hip, tugging your pants a bit more so they could have more access to you.

"As you wish, m'lady," Hange placed a kiss on your clit before gently lapping up the warm wetness gathering on your slit.

Hange kept on until the faint light of dawn slitted through your tent. You forgot just how much stamina they had to draw one orgasm after another from you. They only stopped when you've whined and writhed enough under them, pleading for a break. Hange fixed up your clothes, smoothed out your hair, and drew the blanket over you again as if nothing happened. Their wet lips kissed you once more as they said, "You still have a few hours to sleep. Sleep tight, sweetheart."

---

The capture will take place during the afternoon. The equipment was set, and the soldiers were preparing their ODM gear for however long the capture may last. 

The scouts passed by, even some of your friends, noticing the slight shift of the atmosphere but couldn't quite put it into words. Maybe this time their section commanders weren't bickering as usual. They went with that fresh start in high spirits,  brushing off their suspicions whenever they saw Hange place an arm around your waist or whisper something to make you laugh or blush. Your unit didn't think much of it, even attributing it as a minor hallucination or a ripple in the universe. There's no way their section commanders are getting affectionate.

After all, you're rivals, right?

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

[yadchi-i-guess]

Nori having a taste for oil was no surprise to Khan. A taste for his oil? Not surprising either. She was his wife, after all. A taste for his oil when she's low on hers? Little more unsettling... but that's still his wife, right?

Fic inspired by this post from @sicksucculentz, fic title from the lyrics of "Control" by Halsey, extra help from @electronix-arts.

Word count: 3,812

Also available on Ao3 here!

"Right there... easy, easy... and stop! Righty-o, lemme weld this bad boy in place..."

Khan clambered up his ladder, welding torch in calloused hand, and he set about reinforcing door two with a thick sheet of iron. Sparks grazed his face like bullets, peppering his arms with small pricks of heat. He vaguely wondered if it was what Nori felt if she stood in the sun (but turned up to 11).

"Brilliant idea of Nori’s, hm?" Khan heard Makrov say to Braxton. His hand nearly slipped as he heard his wife’s name being uttered... or perhaps it was from his bad grip on the torch.

"I'll say," the latter replied. "Them murder drones nearly got through this door a month ago. I'm fairly certain if they went for it again without reinforcement, their claws would've shredded it..."

Khan readjusted his grip, steadying it successfully but struggling to hold it down to the metal. He grit his teeth and felt mysteriously programmed sweat trickling down his face. A small line of text in the corner of his vision read:

HIGH TEMP. REDUCE ACTIVITY LEVEL.

Fortunately, it came up right as he finished fixing the metal to the door."

Well, don't have to worry about that anymore," the WDF leader said breathlessly as he slid down the ladder. "Woof... forgot how much strain welding puts on this old man."

"You good, sir?" Makrov asked, putting the back of his hand against Khan's digitally wrinkled forehead. "You're running a bit hot."

"I'm fine, Makarov," Khan said with a chuckle. "But if my wife was in earshot, you would have your arm severed at best."

"She's pretty, I'd let her do that."

"Hey now, tone it down a little, heh... I know she's a catch, but she's claimed me as her own."

Makrov rolled his optics playfully, muttering something in Russian before turning to Todd, who seemed to be doing something wrong with the wiring; however, that was the least of Khan's concerns when he heard his phone buzzing a storm in his pocket.

Nori: dude where ru??? Thought u said fixing that door would take half an hour at most

Khan: I thought it would. Sorry... we ran into a spot of trouble with finding a welding torch.

Nori: hurry home im booooooooooored

Khan huffed and stuck his phone back in his pocket. He gave a nod to his three cronies as he turned to leave.

"You boys got it from here, yeah?" He said to them as he clicked his tongue. "Wife’s been waiting for me to return home since yesterday."

"O-oh! Well, don't let us keep you waitin' on your kooky beloved," Todd said with a grin. "Later boss!"

"Careful Todd, she might've come and de-limbed you if you said that to her face," Makrov said seriously.

The group behind Khan arose in snorts and giggles, most of which were directed at his murderous wife. He didn't mind. He was used to their playful jeering and pokes of fun at Nori... it mattered about as much as her strange witchy powers: Just a mere obstacle in the way of his unrequited love for her.

Robo-god, just thinking about her was enough to make him a bit dizzy. The way she flustered every time he make an attempt to show affection, whether a tender word or a hand stroking the back of her head. The way she obsessed over her drawing and nonsensical scribbles... shoving them in his face and getting a wide, childish grin on her face when he told her he wanted to know more...

Oh and those fangs.

When Nori let her lips peel back and show every centimeter of those monstrous chompers... he couldn't help but be helplessly enamored by every angle of those glistening, snow-white (and just as blackened) teeth. They were made to bite something, to let Nori sink them into flesh without a second thought...

Khan did find it somewhat odd that she'd always cover her mouth if she caught him staring at her fangs. He wasn't sure why, exactly... perhaps it was an insecurity of hers. He was familiar with those; it took him weeks to convince her that he liked her wings and tail after he accidentally caught her sleeping upside down like those bat creatures humans wrote about in books.

He shrugged to himself and quickened his pace, realizing only now that he really wanted to be with his wife.

--------

CRUNCH!

The empty corpse that had become Nori’s latest chew toy groaned as its metal structure collapsed under the raw power of her jaw shutting close around it. Her tongue snaked forward, licking the cruor caked on the interior of the outer shell. It came back almost completely empty handed. She groaned, biting down and gnawing at the metal a few more times before yanking a chunk free from the torso.

The metal served as little sustenance for her overheating body. It was food, yes... but metal couldn't extinguish the blazing fire in her stomach.

She'd had much worse instances of being low on oil than this, thankfully... the problem began when her scent receptors became so fine-tuned to the reek of oil that it basically made her a bloodhound for the stuff. Unfortunately, her entire home contained traces of oil everywhere.

She knew it was getting worse when her wings scrabbled and twitched in her back casing. She hissed at it, scratching her back and picking open old scabs.

"Rrrgh... c-cut it out..." she whimpered. "I'll get oil in a bit..."

To be fair, it was probably her fault for not being aware of when she needed more oil. The stuff was getting scarce in a bunker warding off sky demons as people tended to die left and right. Sometimes she could venture outside and vulture off of nearby carcasses the demons left behind.

No time for that now, when her absolute hunk of a husband was coming home imminently.

But almost as if her mind had snapped it into existence, the scent of oil reached her scent receptors... that heavenly smell of the gods that could satisfy her monstrous thirst.

Nori giggled a little, hating herself for doing it as she walked over to the door to go find who had let the restless ravager crawling under her skin take the bait of its next meal.

Oil had a very general but alluring scent... sweet like honey to a bear and addictive like magnesium. But when existing as the lifeblood of a drone, they'd give it extra, unique scents... as Nori approached the door, she smelled more sweet things... gooey marshmallow... the strange but delectable taste of white chocolate.

Then it slamned her right in the face. Both the door and a realization.

"O-Oh robo-god, sorry," Khan stammered, kneeling down to help her up. "I was just excited to see you - you good, Nori?"

She rubbed the spot on her face where the glass had shattered but was reforming against her will, then she looked up.

Why the hell did I tell him to come home?!?! The rapidly declining rational part of Nori’s CPU screamed.

"I-I'm fine, idiot," Nori said shakily, not fighting off Khan giving her a kiss on the cheek. He was so close... so close to the alligator snapping turtle that would lunge at his face for a greedy bite of food.

Bite him... bite him. You know you want to.

Her lips parted shakily, taking her jaw with them and poised to sink into Khan's right cheek... just as he pulled away. She forced a hand over her mouth (which felt like it was locked open) and bit on part of her glove's finger, hoping the demons would cease.

"You good, amethyst...?" Khan asked, tilting his head.

"Y-yeah, you know I don't like you looking at my teeth!" Nori invented, hoping he didn't pick up on the saliva staining her glove.

"Aw hon... you know I don't mind em at all."

Nori shut her eyes as a brilliant violet blush adorned her facescreen, which got a chuckle out of her husband. She hated that he loved it, mostly because of how easily she got flustered by the hunk...

"Ugh! Just fricking bite me!" she spat as she looked up into his pure white eyes... so unknowing of the monster on the brink of insanity standing in front of him... his pungent body a feast to a solver drone... he looked so... good...

Do it do it do it do it to him bite him bite him bite hi-

"Heh... maybe some other time, I'm beat," Khan replied. "However... I'd be up for a go on that boss level of Astro Bot, yeah?"

"H-huh?" Nori stammered. "O-oh yeah. You can totally kick that gorilla's butt today. I-if you want."

She watched him walk off towards the couch to play said game, then delivered a sharp slap to her face, livid with herself.

The amount of things wrong with her was near incomprehensible... the demon housed inside her, forced to be her roommate thanks to those humans, felt bigger than her body. It ached to be free and lure her into maiming Khan like a hungry fiend for a meal.

Demons didn't understand love... it didn't understand she loved the man with all her meaty core. It only understood the need to satisfy bloodlust. She couldn't leave him to go find some food... it'd take too long and she'd come back covered in carnage. Surely he'd know something was wrong.

Maybe she could stave the hunger off for an hour or so while she watched him play... couldn't be that bad.

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Nope. It was that bad.

Nori had been watching Khan struggle with the game's first boss for 25 minutes (when she could've pummeled it in two), and due to his growing exhaustion, the odor that his SWEET, MOUTHWATERING oil was giving off had nothing better to do other than maliciously taunt her.

It was right there... driving her insane, waiting smugly for her to strike and lose her mind at it. But she couldn't give in. If she did, who knows what kind of condition her Khan would be in once she regained sense? If he was even there at all?

It wasn't helping that the more she stared at him, the less he looked familiar and recognizable as friend over foe or prey. Nori leaned a little closer, testing the waters ever so cautiously, her eyes reverting to a more feral expression as overheating warnings cycled through on her HUD.

Just a little nip, just a little bite... bite him bite himbitehimbitehim-

Oh, now he was leaning on her. How on Copper-9 could she pull away?? And the reek was so much stronger... so much sweeter... she needed it... needed to crack him open like a can of soda and let his insides gush into her mouth-

"Rrrrrgh... c'mon, I'm RIGHT there at the end, and this thing has the audacity to knock me off the platform?!" Khan grumbled, lightly bonking his head on Nori’s to cheer himself up.

"O-oh... w-well yo-ou can let m-me t-try...?" Nori added, her voice strained from wanting to elicit growls and giggles.

BitehimbitehimbitehimbiteHIMBITEHIMBITEHIM-

"Nah... I'm gonna get it this time!" Khan said with reinvigorated determination. "...say, you look like you wanna give me attention, amethyst.

"That got some sense wedged back in Nori’s head. Her eyes relented from their crazed, hungry beast look, and she sat up on her knees. Angered that she had resisted giving in, the demon made her fingers jittery and tap her knee caps.

"...w-whatcha mean?"

"Well... I just figured you'd like to give your old man a kiss."

...oh no, squeaked the last shreds of Nori’s sensibility.

He had said it. The thing that Nori was dreading would set the monster free. And push her into the backseat of her mind.

A giggle melded with the hint of a sob bubbled in her throat, her violet eyes wiped off to make space for the tri-pronged symbol. An unrefined form of death's X but arguably more dangerous, as it resided not within the visible enemy.

He leaned towards her, offering his cheek for a kiss, which she took all too gladly. Her bared fangs closed the gap between them and latched onto his flesh, puncturing it open. She heard a yell reach her audio receptors from somewhere, but that wasn't important.

What was important was that sweet ambrosia... it was hers. All hers to feast on!

Oil trickled out of the punctures like a dribble of saliva from a starving solver drone. She sucked on his cheek like a vampire bat. A twisted idea of a lover's kiss.

The screams faded in volume, but they wouldn't go away.She felt fingers firmly grasp her molars, but before she could chew them up into a snack, they frantically pried her fangs off of her catch. She snarled, unafraid of shoving teeth in her target's face, and only vaguely aware of the fleshy weight on her back.

BITEHIMBITEHIMHUNGRYBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIM-!

She listened to the demons, lunging forward again and hitting a jackpot. She had hit a spot with much more surface area.

More blood for the blood god.

Her jaw connected with her vampiric upper fangs, cooperating to rip off a piece of flesh. A stream of oil spurted in her face like a hose, earning a giggle of delight. She clamped down on the area again, taking whatever godly nectar was bleeding out of this diety and sucking it into the vacuum of her throat.

Why hadn't she bitten him earlier? What logical thought had restrained her for so long from his oil? Her mind, driven mad to the point of sadism made it taste even sweeter. She dug her claws a little further into his back and side, excited by the scent of more spots to sink her fangs into.

Nori's tongue flicked around on the deep bite marks, lapping up excess ambrosia that had trickled out of his shoulder. Even without her teeth hooked into his flesh, he seemed awfully still...

Too still, for her liking.

"Y-you done...?" A gravelly yet clear voice croaked.

It wiped the tri-pronged symbol off her face faster than any crucifix ever would.

She glanced up, holding onto whatever shred of denial as tightly as she held the man, praying it wasn't him that she preyed on.

Yet she couldn't mistake that tooth white glint in his concerned, pained eyes.

Nori wrenched her fangs out of Khan's shoulder with a shuddering cry, her tongue involuntarily licking at whatever stained her canines and incisors. Her panicked breath came short and sharp. Khan said something, but her mind was too overwhelmed with the fact she had bitten him- no, shredded his shoulder - to make his words coherent.

She could still see oil leaking out and staining his jacket. It tempted her like she hadn't had a sip in days. Khan's arm reached forward, baiting the demons to come out again. She slapped it away hastily. She didn't need more, she was fine...

She just wanted more.

"G-get AWAY from me!" Nori choked behind her hands, trying to choke out what she had swallowed.

"Nori... I-I'm OK..." Khan insisted. "J-just a little tired..."

No, he was more than tired. He was hurt, bleeding, nearing the brink of death from one wound his own monster of a wife inflicted.

She slapped his hand away, forcing distance between herself and what remained of his oil. The odor still reeked and wafted around her, trying to draw her back into biting him again. She blew it away by drawing her wings around herself and forcing her head down.

"Please..." Khan stuttered. "Stop. You're scaring me...-"

"And maybe I SHOULD!" Nori blurted, hoping her face for a soon regretted moment as she bared her fangs at Khan again.

Her core sank with his face as he relented, never having looked more pitiful.

The solver drone ignored the last of his pleas, and as she stumbled backwards to hide the monster in worker drone metal from her own love, she finally let the stupidly, STUPIDLY coded tears run down her face. Her choking resumed, hoping to undo what'd she done.

Biting him was fun, wasn't it 002? Heehehee... you should do it again sometime.

The mere thought brought both drool and sobs to her face as she compressed herself in a corner of the bathroom.

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Saying Khan was worried sick would be a disgusting understatement.

Though maybe not as disgusting as his injuries.

According to the medic drone, who immediately deicded by the impatient glare on Khan's face that he shouldn't ask too many questions, he had sustained life-threatening but repairable damage. His right cheek had deep incisions that nearly punctured the skin. Once the last of the oil had been cleared away, the wounds presented themselves as cluttered together and only needed a few bandages.

There was the more pressing matter of his shoulder, which was still letting out the occasional spurt of oil. Khan at this point felt too lightheaded to pay much attention to what the medic was saying. All he caught was the fact that whatever (or whoever) hurt him was lucky to have not torn into more wires.

One transfusion and patching later, and Khan's oil-deprived CPU began to wake up from its brief slumber. The images had burned into his optics... his wife, more crazed and unhinged then usual (which kinda explained why she was acting funny while he played Astro Bot), had sucked him almost dry of oil.

Well maybe not almost, but 30% oil is less than half, so close enough.

He'd never been too concerned about her thirst for oil... for one thing, she was pretty good about keeping it in check, so he never knew what she was like when she was hungry.

...well now that he thought about it, being bitten and allowed to live was kinda... hot.

He gave a blunt thanks to the medic, then hurried home once more, breaking into a jog moments after he was sure no one in the halls was watching him. Though his momentum diminished completely once he reached home.

Khan poked his head in slowly, praying Nori hadn't come out of her hiding spot and was in prime position to be spooked. Luckily, the only sign of her around was a faint, muffled singing from the bedroom.

"...nd I couldn't stand.. the person inside me, I turned all them mirrors around..."

The singing hushed immediately when a nahk nahk nahk interrupted the melody.

"...hey," Khan muttered softly. "Can I come in?"

There was an uncomfortably long silence, followed by a shaky whimper as the door clicked.

The WDF leader held back a wince as he entered. Nori, a utter mess in drone form, was crumpled up on the bed (the sheets were far beyond repair). Her fleshy, bat-like wings shielded her from the outside world, and her tail lashed at threats daring to come close, though it recoiled in fear as Khan walked by it. It snapped in warning, he ignored it.

"Nori?" He whispered. "Can I see my wife?"

"I-I'm not your wife," Nori spat, her tone spiked with agitation. "...I'm your freakshow."

"What makes you say that?"

"How bad is your memory? You act like I didn't just s-sink my teeth into y-your... y-"

"It's fine... I got all patched up. It's like nothing happened. I'm just a bit tired now."Nori moved one of her wings out of the way and pulled her headphones off, looking at Khan in angered disbelief.

"W-why..." she stammered, her voice cracking. "Why are you so damn calm about this...? I-I literally ripped apart your shoulder a-and your cheek and clawed your back... and I enjoyed it! And I WANT to bite you agai-"

"And I'd let you," Khan interjected calmly.

Blush crept up on Nori’s face like it had been stalking her, though disappeared the moment Khan noticed it. The latter sat on the small sliver of bed that his wife hadn't claimed with her wings.

He slipped his hand on the underside of her wing, thumbing the scratched, flesh-coated bone and letting his finger run down what he could reach. To his surprise, Nori sat up a little, letting him scoot in closer.

So he did, letting her wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his chest. It was heart-wrenching, seeing his cocky, weird wife cling like a child to the hope that, despite everything... it was her. And not a berserk monster masquerading as her.

"You should be scared of me," Nori sniffled.

"I'm not... you know that," Khan mumbled as he combed her hair with his fingers and ran them down her fleshed-out back.

"Tell me why."

"...Love, I'm OK with being hurt badly. I don't mind it... it's basically a necessity in the WDF. So when my beautiful, strangely hot wife feels a little bitey, I'd be a fool to stop her."

Khan held Nori’s face up to his own, brushing hair out her face with tender gentleness. Her lips parted, probably from awe, and he tried hard not to react as he saw her fangs.

Nori didn't seem to realize her mouth was open, allowing her husband to stare in awe at her teeth. They'd been licked clean several times over to wipe any linger of his oil, but it had the adverse effect of looking polished and new... able to prick a finger before the drone even feels the tip of the tooth.

"Robo-god..." Khan muttered breathlessly, grinning a little at the sight of his wife panicking inside. "You're gorgeous, Nori. I could never be scared of you. Not your fangs... not your wings or tail... not your robot-vampire tendencies..."

He hoisted her up a little by the armpits, bringing her audio processor and his mouth together. Her claws gripped his shoulders, just enough to brace herself.

"I love every part of you, amethyst." He whispered.

"...g-good robo-lord," Nori replied with a choked laugh, hiding tears of pure joy. "You're so sappy it makes you look stupid."

"Well I just think my wife deserves more love than she thinks. And then some."

Khan let himself be hugged a little tighter, leaning back as Nori nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. Her body felt less tense than it had been in days, flinching only at the occasional massage of her back.

He then felt a little scratching at base of his neck. It made him raise his eyebrows for a moment, before he grinned almost as widely as his wife.

"Hey Nori...?"

"Mh...?"

"...What'd I taste like?"

For the next 15 minutes, Khan was refused an answer as Nori had curling up into a heated ball of embarrassment, inflicted by his charm sweet as his oil.

The end! <33333 Some extra things for extra context...

- Several lines of dialogue, as well as the title, come from the song "Control" by Halsey. This was also what Nori was listening to and singing.

- I have a headcanon that drones nickname their partners after beautiful things (like gemstones or flowers) associated with their optic colors. Khan calls Nori "Amethyst", and Nori would call him "Diamond" if she felt sappy.

- A few parts of the story were run by electronix-arts, then toned down because they didn't fit Khan.

- The knocking onomatopoeia is Khan's name backward. His name is LITERALLY a door pun. Creds to @mileymint for saying this.

I've considered doing a version with Yeva and her husband... it wouldn't be like this one, since I imagine he knows she's like a robo-vampire, but I'm open to your thoughts :]

[kaq3yma]

BEEP BEEP! sakura haruka.

syn: it is your first date with him, how did it go? it was alright... but did you expect it to buzz? no.

୨୧ qeena's brief note: elloo, anouncing a (kinda) new theme with a sakura haruka scribble yippieee >w< i know the theme lowk similar to my old one as it still a pink&green theme but hey, can't help the fact im a hardcore soft pink and pale green girlie (•؎ •) i have this idea based off this one tweet meme i saw couple months prior (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) sorrryyy but i can't remember the exact account but i think yall know shskssks anyway, let me know what you guys think about this scribble & the new theme, will appreciate all ur kind words <3 that's all, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🍡

. . . imagine you're on a date, on your very, very first date with a guy you're oh-so in love with, Sakura Haruka. The date went smoothly, he pick you up at your meeting spot, Kotoha's diner, and after that you two ate together. You get to browse all over town, trying dishes and stroll around. It's indeed a fun day.

However, the dual-colored hair boy still can't help but shy away to your touch. You don't mind that he don't want to hug, heck, even pecks, but you wish at least he don't mind holding hands, cling your arm around him or even be at a close proximity.

The date turn sour almost drastically when you subconsciously pull his arm out of excitement because you saw a familiar ice cream van stall, one you'd used to buy but he pull his hand away, and instead tucking it in his pocket.

The entire hour after the incident was a confused Sakura (try to) cheer you up but failed miserably and the date happened to end quickly as time flies. Sakura walk you home, taking short strides behind your almost-slouched figure upfront. His face burn in embarrassment and confusion, not knowing how to act, what to do and what to say.

"... I—"

"We're here." The sudden spoke of words cause him to halt his words into half, poor boy is bewildered because he thought he have more time with you until you both arrived at your home, well, you both did arrived quicker than his (pea) brain can comprehend.

"I'll see you tomorrow, good bye—" Someone can ask previous Sakura if he ever expect this Sakura to do something unexpected, so unexpected he shocked both himself and you and he'd say no but yes, it somehow is happening.

He lean down, almost uncharacteristically to close the gap between you two and seal the night with a kiss, short enough yet still manage to pull your breath away.

"I—"

"Beep, beep. Abnormal heart rate detected." His face almost explode into thousands (millions) shades of red.

[rhea-is-bored-again]

I LOVE YOUR WORK RAHHHH!! I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ANOTHER ONE WITH DALLAS? i’m going back to lowercase i was wondering if you could do dallas x famous reader?

here’s the story

she’s a movie star. a big movie star. and she’s dallas celebrity crush. the drive-in was showing a new movie she starred in and she just so happened to be there. dallas goes over and chitchats with her and he somehow gets a date with her? and maybe. MAYBE. (i don’t want you doing more than you have to) make it two parts? one of the drive-in and another of the date? once again, i love your work. you’re incredibly talented and you’re just over-all incredible!!!❤️❣️

you're soooo sweet i cannot stress this enough and RAA I LOVE THE ENERGY AND THIS IDEA IS SOOO PEAK!!

the hood and his star

as soon as he found out your newest movie was being aired at the drive in, he immediately dragged ponyboy and johnny along to watch it with him.

"c'mon dal, it's some squishy romance film. we can skip out on this one" johnny complained as dallas handed him a lit cigarette.

"i heard from two-bit that it was good." dallas grumbled. lies.

ponyboy simply sighed and went along.

once they were at the drive in, there was a huge crowd down by the screen, which had the opening scene projected onto it. "miss y/n! will you sign my shirt?" "y/nnn!!! will you take a picture with me?" "y/n my love, touch my hand and i'll never wash it again."

dallas spotted you; you, your gorgeously nervous face. he felt his heart skip.

johnny tapped on dallas and pointed. "think she's here. why'd you think she's out in public?"

you, in the midst of all of it, were just know figuring out how bad of an idea it was to go out in public, just to watch your own movie.

in the chaos, some kind of fight broke out, causing the security guards to get involved.

dallas saw his chance and grabbed your wrist, johnny and ponyboy lost in the commotion. he tugged you behind the concessions' stand. you were breathing hard, eyes wide and your hair a little messy.

"thanks. i hated that, i should've never left the house, huh?"

dallas, with his weed still in his mouth, admired you in your natural state. sure, you were pretty all dolled up for your films, but dallas now realizes that he likes you better raw. it makes you human.

speaking of human, you were standing so close, so close to him.

"who are you, my hero?" you say, as a joke of course, but it makes dallas' ears go uncharacteristically red.

"dallas winston. heard of me?"

you squinted at him before grinning a little. "that hood that was dragged in for some kind of shoplifting? that's you?"

"sure is, sweets."

"you flirtin' already?"

"can't help it when i got a movie star in front of me."

you picked at the sleeves of your jacket, feeling a tad shy. the fuck? you have your movies premiered all over the States, and you're shy?

"sure. you here to see my movie too?"

"nah." dallas lied. "just walked by with some of my boys and saw a commotion. and a pretty girl sweatin' buckets." he narrowed his eyes at you. "you good now?"

"yeah, thanks for that." you murmur, looking down at your heels and kicking the dirt.

dallas gave you a dirty grin. "uh huh."

"you got a boyfriend?"

"oh, shut up." you muttered, but you were smiling.

dallas tried to hide his growing smile. "jus' askin'. someone as pretty as you oughta have a boy by now, huh?"

"miss y/n!" a security guard called, turning the corner and spotting you with dallas. he looked the hood up and down, then swung his gaze over to you.

"your car is here, we gotta get you back. too many people here."

you sigh, waving him off. "be there in a minute."

as the guard ran off, you turned back to dallas, quickly scribbling something onto a gum wrapper you found in your pocket.

you shoved it into dallas' hands, shooting him a winning smile.

"gimme a call, yeah?"

and just like that, you bustled off, wind rippling through your hair as you left him there, dallas holding the paper like it was a bomb.

he smiled, looking down at the heart you drew next to it.

"i will."

a/n: im so in lovee with this idea. i reallyyyy hope it's what you were looking for!! PART 2 WILL BE UP SOOOOON!!!!

[nelumbonuciferagaertn]

Hello! I just read your foey x reader and it was amazing so was wondering if you could do another doey x reader but the player is the reader if that's ok with you. And in it the toys escape and they live in their house. It was raining and the player goes back to the house and has a fever but refuses treatment and doey has to try and take care of them.

I don't mind if you don't like it but I hope you read this and I also have a question about what are your boundaries on your blog?

Sorry this was so long have a good day/night 🙂🙃

Doey (Poppy Playtime) x reader

Warning: Slight self-doubt, slight evocation of trauma

Relationship: Romantic with Doey, platonic/family with the other toys (such as Poppy, Kissy, Smiling critters)

Summary: The player get sick and Doey take care of them/him/her.

Notes: Your idea was just so sweet I couldn't refuse it <3. However, I changed some details. For example, the reader in my story accepts Doey's treatment after a little while. Speaking of the reader, I tried to write them as the player, as requested, but due to the fact that I am new in the fandom, I don't know if I succeeded. Moreover, I think I don't focus enough about the caring, so maybe I will write it again or do a rest, or perhaps I'll right a sick reader with an other character... Don't know. Anyway, I hope you won't be disappointed!

(I will do a post about the rules for the asking message later, good idea!)

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You get into your car, the tiredness weighing on you. Before starting the engine, you look up at the stars to calm yourself. It was a hard day—talking to reporters about your adventure in the ex-factory, the experiments they performed on children, how you freed every survivor, and all that stuff. You put yourself through it because you want justice! (And maybe some benefits for the toys who live in your home now—money doesn't grow on trees.)

You start the car and drive toward your home—or at least that's what you hoped, because after 5 minutes, you crash into something, forcing you to stop the vehicle at the roadside so as not to block traffic. You get out of the car to assess the situation. Your tire is completely burst. Awesome! That means your only chance of getting home is on foot.

You had barely started walking when you felt a drop of water hit your forehead. Raising your head, you wonder if it came from a cloud or a streetlamp still wet from the night before—until you hear thunder rolling across the sky. The rain and storm aren't exactly comforting, but your house is less than two kilometers away, taking nearly 24 minutes to reach. You tell yourself you could do it in 12 if you run. So, you run for the first 8 minutes, then you're too tired to continue. Maybe you’ve let yourself go a little too much since you left the factory.

It's at that moment someone calls out to you. You don’t recognize the woman making sweeping gestures from the other side of the street. You stop, breathing heavily, as the girl crosses over to stand in front of you, so close you’re both under her umbrella, protecting you.

"Hello! Sorry to interrupt, but I saw you on the news and I just wanted to say what you did was crazy, but, you know, in a good way."

ou start to say thank you, but she continues almost immediately:

"And about the people you saved, will we see them more? Are they well integrated? Is their mental health okay? If not, I know someone who helped me a lot. I have his number, just wait a moment."

She rummages through her bag and pulls out a small piece of paper, placing it directly into your left hand. The contact makes you a little uncomfortable. "Sorry to interrupt. I hope I helped you. Have a nice day—or, well, maybe more like a nice night."

You look at the paper. A name, profession, and phone number are scribbled on it like the writer was in a hurry. The woman was... something. She wasn't mean, but something about her made you uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that she knew who you were, or her tireless way of talking—or perhaps the unexpected contact. You don’t know. But you decide to continue your way, walking now, despite the rain still pouring just as strongly as before.

When you finally get home, you were soaked to the bone. You drag yourself into the alley and are reaching for your keys when the door suddenly opens, revealing Doey.

"Welcome home pal! Why are you so wet, didn't you have a car? Whatever, come in."

He moves aside to let you in.

"I made dinner for the others. They left you some. Go eat, I’ll run you a bath."

Your day had been bad—until now. You give him a grateful look before carrying out his instructions. In the fridge, there are several types of meals—a wide selection to choose from. You pick your favorite among them. You eat quickly, eager to enjoy your hot bath.

When you arrive at the bathroom, you see the dough man adding some bath petals. This simple action makes your heart melt. Noticing you, he turns toward you and gestures toward the warm bath with a “Ta-dah!”, his big smiling mouth beaming.

You give him a grateful look and resist the urge to hug him. A small “thank you” and a little cough escape from your own mouth. "You're welcome, pal! Relax in the bath—you’ve worked hard for us." He leaves, letting you enjoy your soak.

You quickly remove your drenched clothes and toss them into the laundry basket. The woman’s paper, which you had shoved into your vest pocket, crumples, reminding you of its existence. You place it on the sink and cover your mouth with a hand as you cough. Then, you wipe yourself off with a damp towel, careful not to dirty the water Doey had lovingly prepared.

As he said, you get into the bathtub and relax. Your mind drifts between topics until your eyes fall on the piece of paper. The woman was weird, but she had a point—you didn’t even think of taking the others to see a psychiatrist. They really need it. Regret creeping in, you dip your head lower into the water, blowing bubbles with your mouth. You promise yourself you’ll look into it. Not now, it’s late, but maybe tomorrow? You have work, but you can take part of your lunch break to do a Google search. Snot is running from your nose, luckily you keep a stash of tissues right next to the bathtub.

You stayed in the bath nearly an hour. When you get out, your throat feels sore. You hope you haven’t caught something... That woman wasn’t sick, right?

Quietly—‘cause everyone else is sleeping and you don’t want to wake them—you go to your room. Already wearing your pajamas, you collapse into bed like a slime and fall asleep in the arms of Morpheus.

When you regain consciousness, you feel bad. Really bad. Your head hurts, your throat does the same thing, you feel tired and your nose is Niagara Falls. Yet you have to go to work. Plus, you have an interview about the experiment in the old factory. You concentrate all your strength on getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

As usual, Doey is already up, making breakfast. Poppy is here too, helping him. You know she’s an early riser, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen her help him before, or perhaps you didn't pay attention.

Poppy was the first to notice you. She greets you, and you try to respond—but a coughing fit cuts you off. They both turn toward you.

"«Are you alright?" They ask in unison.

You give a thumbs-up, one hand bracing against the table. As you lean over, you hear someone, the doll, approaching. She helps you sit on a chair, and in return, you help her onto the table.

“You seem weak today. Are you sick?” The little woman says.

"I wouldn't be surprised. You came home soaked yesterday." The big man adds, Doey adds, setting your breakfast down and cutlery in front of you.

You shake your head while eating, trying to deny their claims.

“Even if I am sick, I have interviews. I can’t take a day off.” you croak.

“I’ll go for you!” Poppy says brightly.

what.

"What."

“They’ll ask about the factory. As someone who was experimented on, I can explain better than you. No offense, but you just read the memos.”

"Ok, maybe, but what about my work?"

“Sick leave exists for a reason.” she insists.

"But I can't let you go alone —"

“Kissy will come with me. We’ve been through worse.” She points the tall pink toy you noticed now. She just woke up you tell yourself, emphasizing her tired look

“No, I can’t let you take my responsibilities.”

After a while, while Doey prepares the table soon and, you have eaten just the half of your plate.. Eventually, while Doey sets the table for the other toys who will wake up very soon and give to Kissy her plate, you’ve only eaten half of yours. You’re just not hungry.

“See? You didn’t even finish. You’re definitely sick.” Doey says, clearly worried but a bit annoyed too.

Your pride kicks in. You try to prove you’re fine—stand up, take a few steps toward the coat rack… and collapse when you were at two pace of your objective.

Fortunately, Doey was here to catch you just in time, following your shaky gait. He carries you like a bride.

“You really need—humph?!”

You push his head back with both hands stretched out towards his face (old habit) and move yours away as far as possible, in defiance and, a little, out of embarrassment. Bothering him, he sighs and adjusts his hold, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes You squirm, but he keeps a firm grip on your ankle—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to hold you still.

He takes you to your room where he sets you down gently on your bed. Despite your headache sit up, determined to argue but he presses his yellow index on your forehead and use a little strength to push you on your bed a second tim lightly pushes you back down. Tired, you don't protest this time, letting him cover yourself with your blanket.

"Stay here, I'll get you some medicine."

You’re still unsure, but your aching throat and head are convincing. Thus, you stay.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep again. When you wake, the Smiling Critters are all curled up around you—on your pillow, at your feet, on the covers. It’s adorable. Suddenly, your stomach groans to warn you are hungry, waking up the toys around you.

The first to stir up was a unicorn. Odd Ed if you well remember. He looks at you and say:

"Oh! You're awake. I'll tell Doey!"

You try to protest, but he’s already gone. You were sighting in defeat whereas the little guy comes in your room again.

"He'll bring food and meds."

After hugging you one by one to wish you a speedy recovery, every little toys leave you room while Doey enter in, letting both of you all alone.

“Hey again, pal! I brought cough syrup, soup, and tea to soothe your throat.”

"But... What time is it? Did I miss the interview?!" you ask, voice hoarse.

You think he is start to loose his patience because you see red teeth appear, his eyes narrow, and his expression darkens slightly.

“You’re sick. You need rest. Work can wait.”

You prefer not argument more. Seeing you surrende, he becomes chill again and drops off the tray he bringed to you. A warm soup, a hot tea, a throat syrup and a product to unblock the nose were waiting to be used. You admit even if you slept nearly five hours more than usual, you are exhausted. Thus, you decide to not protest again and let your pal takes care of you.

He sits where were your feet while you bring your knees towards your chest.

“Here, some meds to ease the pain and I made soup with leftover veggies.”

You tilt your head, asking how he knows how to make soup. And somehow, he understands you. In fact, the majority of the toys you saved understand you even if you don't talk too much. However, it's different with him, you think. He has a grasp of you with even more ease. It's like a link between both of you. Or maybe that's just a hallucination of your beloved drugged mind.

Before answering you, he pulls a spoon out of nowhere, dips it into the soup, and then guides it towards your mouth. Your head is turning red, but you accept the bite by opening your mouth. While guiding the spoon directly to you, extending his arms, he answers your quiet question:

“Since we’re not recognized as citizens yet, we can’t work. So we take care of the house instead. You shelter and feed us, this is how we repay you. Honestly? I’m kinda glad you got sick, so I can take care of you for once!” He laughs softly.

You smile, but guilt creeps in.

“We”? So the others have the same way of speaking? But, you’re not as saintly as he explains. You literally didn't take them to see a shrink! The soup is really good, by the way, it warms your injured throat, you say to yourself.

“You make me sound perfect, but I’m not… I don't offer you a castle. My apartment is so small that you share two rooms for twenty-eight. A-And-..." A coughing fit stops you in your tracks.

Doey comes near to you and runs his hand over your back kindly, drawing circles on it. When you calm yourself, he starts to reassure you.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you're doing great!"

"But-" You start to stutter, tears welling up in your eyes. You continue after wiping snot from your nose.

"But I didn't try to keep your mental health stable!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't seek a psychiatrist for you despite all the horrible things that the scientists inflicted on you."

Doey was perplexed hearing your words. He hesitates a moment, looking elsewhere, and finally said:

“It’s true. We’re still healing. But you’ve made life easier. You’ve given us hope, believe me.”

He pulls you into a hug, and you return it.

"Seems we aren't the only ones who need a therapy session!" He giggles, relaxing the atmosphere.

You laugh, sniffling.

"Yeah, you definitely have trauma, but you’re not the only one... The factory was literally hell!"

Time passes quietly. Eventually, you fall asleep in his arms. Doey lays you down gently, covers you, checks your temperature—it’s gone down. He opens the window for fresh air, then quietly leaves, closing the door behind him.

You both needed that moment and you’re grateful for each other.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jack Howl - Night Sky Chiffon Vignette

What's with that weird rule?

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Riddle: Now then, Deuce, let's get to it. Would you paint the walls with the colors of the night sky?

Deuce: Yes, sir, Housewarden!

Riddle: Once those preparations are completed, we'll use the wall as a night sky backdrop and set a multitude of lanterns aloft.

Kalim/Jack/Deuce: Yeah! / Yes, sir!

Jack: Okay, time to draw the picture of lanterns flying in the night sky.

Jack: For now, I have to figure out where the lanterns'll go. If I base it off the dimensions of the picture we're working off of…

Deuce: What are you doing, Jack? Why're you striking a weird pose with your thumbs and index fingers like that?

Jack: I ain't striking a pose! I'm trying to get an image of the whole picture by squaring it up.

Jack: If I do this, it'll be easier to figure out what size the lanterns should be drawn on the wall.

Jack: And that's how I realized…

Jack: All that dark blue you threw on the wall is painted a lot more vertical than the example we have to go off of.

Riddle: Indeed. I took that into account and make little marks where each lantern should be drawn.

Riddle: Could you draw an alight lantern at each of those little marks?

Jack: Right.

Jack: The paint colors I have here right now is red, blue, pink, yellow, and…

Jack: I guess I'll need orange if I'm going to draw some lanterns. I'll mix the red and yellow paint together.

[mixes paint]

Jack: That should be good enough. I'll start drawing the lanterns with yellow first…

[paint, paint]

Jack: Then I'll put on a layer of orange that I just made… Hey, that actually came out pretty good.

Riddle: You're right. The flame of the candle burning in the center of the lantern is shown well by the gradation you gave it.

Riddle: You've got some talent here. I had no idea you were so good at art.

Jack: Oh, no, I'm not good at it at all. All I really did was just scribble around with my siblings when I was a kid.

Jack: I more preferred to outside and move around, so I haven't really drawn much outside of my classes.

Riddle: You say you're not good at all… but I think you've done a good job.

Jack: Well, that's… probably because I've seen a bunch of lanterns before.

Jack: Not the ones that fly through the air, but I'm more talking about the ones that you'd use to go camping with.

Jack: When I was a kid, I'd find the flickering flames a little mesmerizing…

Jack: So I kinda just colored it like how I felt it was in my memories of back then.

Riddle: I see. So your observational skills are to thank for this completed picture, then.

Riddle: They do say that looking at the real object you are depicting leads to a good rough sketch of the subject… I feel as though I've learned something new.

Jack: The Princess of the Tower must've seen those strange lights flying in the sky once a year every year on her birthday...

Jack: And used those observations to draw them like this on the wall. All the while, she's curious as to what those lights were.

Riddle: Indeed. Even while she had been locked up in the tower, I'm sure she allowed her imagination to keep growing.

Riddle: And that is something that is absolutely essential to a competent mage. We cannot allow ourselves to become complacent.

Jack: Right. Our imagination abilities should be getting a good workout by thinking of how the princess acted, or what she saw.

Jack: I ain't gonna leave anything half-done. Everything'll get done just as…

Jack: Hm? What just hit my cheek…? HEY, WHAT'S WITH THIS PAINT!?

Kalim: 'Kay, I'm gonna draw a lantern with this color next!

[splat]

Jack: Kalim-senpai, you're using too much paint! Plus, you're waving your hands around too much…

Jack: You were the one who just splattered paint on me, weren't you!?

Kalim: Eh, did the paint hit you!? Sorry, sorry!

Riddle: I am relieved that I thought to use protection magic before we started painting. This library was in danger of becoming covered in paint…

Jack: I don't really want to get paint on this uniform. I guess I'll work a little further away from Kalim-senpai.

Jack: Hmm, where's the next mark Riddle-senpai put up…? Ah, here it is. I'll draw a lantern here.

Jack: This little yellow dot looks like a paint splatter. Guess I'll paint over with the base blue color to fix that.

[paint, paint]

Deuce: …Hey, Jack! Did you just paint over the stuff I just drew!?

Jack: I was just gettin' rid of the paint splatter. Nothing worth getting upset about.

Deuce: That wasn't a paint splatter, it was there to show how the light's glinting!

Deuce: Plus, if you're gonna paint over something on the wall, you gotta use a bigger array of colors than what was originally there.

Jack: What's with that weird rule? Is that one of your Queen of Hearts' laws?

Jack: Besides, I'm gonna be painting a lantern that's got more than 3 colors. That should be enough, right?

Deuce: …Fine, then. Guess I'll go work over there.

Jack: Huh, he backed down pretty quickly. He was spouting all that nonsense of spray painting the walls earlier, too…

Jack: I feel like it's way too easy to imagine him doing something way too ridiculous.

Jack: Geez. Why's he gotta start talkin' bout stuff that only makes sense to a couple people?

[paint, paint]

Jack: Alright, that's the last lantern painted.

Riddle: It seems as though the number of the lanterns, as well as their placement have been painted according to the drawing. I'd like to think that it comes quite close to the reference, but…

Kalim: Don'tcha think the painting's a little boring?

Riddle: I don't think there's any reason to make it too extravagant. However, I do also feel as though there's something missing.

Deuce: Oh yeah, Jack did say something about how the wall art was a little too long compared to the drawing in the book.

Deuce: Maybe that means the margins are a little off...?

Deuce: I'm more worried that it doesn't look like a painting of lanterns flying through the night sky.

Deuce: More like… It feels it like the streetlights when I'm riding a blastcycle at night, or the lights from oncoming cars.

Kalim: I mean, the Princess didn't know the lights flying in the sky were lanterns, and just drew what she saw, right?

Deuce: Right… Then I guess this painting is good.

[Jack thinks]

Jack: No, wait, I have an idea.

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Deuce: Right… Then I guess this painting is good.

[Jack thinks]

Jack: No, wait, I have an idea.

Kalim/Deuce/Riddle: What idea?

Jack: Yeah, so, I'm gonna draw a mountain at the bottom of the painting.

Jack: I'll take blue and yellow, and then mix this paint together… Alright. Now I just gotta draw near the bottom of the painting…

[paint, paint]

Jack: …How's that?

Riddle/Deuce/Kalim: WOOOOOOAH!!

Deuce: The lights are flying. Before you added that, they just looked like streetlights and headlights to me!

Kalim: Yeah! The lanterns are really flying in the air! That's amazing, Jack!

Kalim: The mountain's a pretty dark and boring color… But because of that, the lantern's lights look even more brighter!

Deuce: Yeah, I see it now that you mention it… I think I can definitely understand why the Princess of the Tower would've longed to see them.

Jack: You guys are laying it on way too thick. All I did was kinda draw what felt like a mountain line and colored it in.

Deuce: Don't get all shy on us, c'mon. But man, it's really strange.

Deuce: The lantern's lights weren't touched at all… So why do the lanterns actually look like lanterns now?

Riddle: That's because we now have the added information that those lights are higher in the sky than the mountain line.

Riddle: In what we had depicted prior to this, there was no context clues to inform us that the dark blue portion of the drawing was the sky.

Riddle: That's why Deuce could see streetlights, or headlights.

Riddle: After all, abstract art can be viewed differently based on the person.

Jack: …I get it. Everyone understands that mountains are large, tall objects that are firmly on the ground.

Jack: So that's why just by drawing a mountain, we can conclude that the dark blue area is the sky, and that those lights are flying.

Deuce: Huh, what, you drew that without knowing that?

Jack: It's not like I get art or anything.

Jack: For me, it was just that I'm used to seeing scenery that's got mountains in the background. Whenever I look up at the sky, they're just always there in my field of vision…

Jack: So I just thought that maybe the reason why our painting felt like it was missing something was because it needed mountains, is all.

Riddle: Ah yes, you have mentioned that you come from the Shaftlands.

Riddle: That region is rather mountainous. This could only have been conceived by someone who sees mountainous landscapes on a more familiar basis.

Riddle: You also drew the light of the lanterns quite well. I marvel at your powers of observation, Jack.

Riddle: Perhaps I would do well to spend more time looking into things that are not just textbooks and reference books.

Kalim: Hey, Jack. You got any more good ideas?

Kalim: It's already lookin' so much better than before! So let's try and make it even more awesome!

Jack: Any more ideas…? Hmm, what if we drew trees on the mountain?

Jack: The colors'll be darker, 'cause it'll be more in the shadows, but I think that'll brighten the lighter colors more.

Kalim: Okay. Then I'll draw some trees around here.

Deuce: I'll draw them over here.

Riddle: I'll do the same here. Since Jack drew the mountain, we should pitch in and draw all the trees.

Riddle: Kalim, Deuce. Let us finalize this drawing with this.

Kalim/Deuce: Yeah! / Yes, sir!

[paint, paint]

Jack: …Looks like I got nothing to do, now. Guess I'll start putting away the paint we used up.

[clatter, clatter]

Jack: …......

[FLASHBACK]

Kalim: Yeah! The lanterns are really flying in the air! That's amazing, Jack!

[FLASHBACK]

Deuce: Yeah, I see it now that you mention it… I think I can definitely understand why the Princess of the Tower would've longed to see them.

[FLASHBACK]

Riddle: You also drew the light of the lanterns quite well. I marvel at your powers of observation, Jack.

Jack: Never thought there'd come the day I'd be getting showered in compliments just for drawing something.

Jack: …Right! Let's keep this up, and find our way out of here!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[shiny-kaibernyte]

I immediately gave you a follow since you wrote Drayton content. Toothpaste man!!!

Anyways, I love drama. I like the idea of Drayton pining after the reader while also making Kieran jealous 😭😭 could you write something like that??

Please take care of yourself btw! You write wonderful content!

We love our toothpaste man! And I'm so glad you like my stuff. This is so sweet of you and such an amazing request as well I would love to do this for you! I really do hope you like this 💜💜

Side note: I got a shiny Popplio when I read your request so I named it Cloudy as a little nod to you whenever I play.

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet Indigo Disk DLC Spoilers ahead!

A rivalry between the Dragon Elite four members and the Champion of the BB League turns into much more than just a race for Pokémon battles. When Drayton just wants to take you out on a date, Kieran's jealousy comes out to play, only pushing Drayton's goal to win your heart more.

SPOILER WARNING AHEAD (Indigo Disk Main Story and a little bit of The Teal Mask)

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A Dragon’s Heart | Drayton x Reader

“Awe, come on~ just one date!” Drayton innocently pleaded, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes staring down at you whilst you scribbled down notes from your previous shiny hunt. 

You shook your head with a cheeky smile on your face, as you continued to scribble, “And my response will remain the same Drayton, a cafeteria chat is not a date! Maybe I'll say yes when you think of something creative, hm?”

“I’m creative! The cafeteria is just easy, it's not too noisy since everyone eats out in the terrarium! Plus free food!” He joked, attempting to make it sound appealing, even though he knows it's not good. Unfortunately, his brain can’t think of anything good enough, at least for him. Everything he’s thought of, he doesn’t think is good enough for you. And he’s thought of a lot. “I can help you out with your shiny notes, you know~ maybe even join you on a hunt!”

“Drayton, you don’t know the first thing about shiny hunting, let alone actually joining me on one.” You sighed jokingly, looking up at him as you closed your notebook, “If I remember correctly, didn’t you fail a shiny Pokémon?”

His face turned slightly red, embarrassment washing over him for a moment as he grumbled to himself, “Hey I thought the Axew was sick… It’s not my fault I didn't know the Axew was going to run from me!”

“You threw a berry at its head!” You exclaimed, lightly chuckling when you saw his embarrassed face. “And you call yourself the Dragon expert” 

His embarrassment turned into laughter as he thought about how stupid that was, the pair of you laughing together with bright smiles on your faces.

Your laughter didn’t go unnoticed however, from across the room, Kieran's eyes glared into Drayton. The sound of you laughing along with him only fuels Kieran's desire to be the best. But the jealousy was too strong for him to focus with the two of you laughing. “If you two are finished chirping like Starly’s over there, Drayton, you have a battle in five minutes. I suggest you get going.”

“Relax Kieran, I got plenty of time bud! Besides, it's unlikely they will be on time, it takes a while to prepare for a battle against one of us. So my opponent can take as long as he needs to!” Drayton argued with a hint of playfulness in his voice as Kieran gritted his teeth. A small smile crept on your face when you heard Drayton’s response, that was something you always admired about him. His patients was contagious, never rushing anyone into anything, always trying to make someone smile. Sure he has his moments of cockiness but that just adds to his character, every Dragon has a bite after all.

“Spoken like a true Elite, Drayton!” You chimed, standing up from the sofa. Drayton’s face turned a light pink, his heart lightly thumping. Surprised at himself that something so simple made him blush. His dragon heart only making more room for you.

Kieran's heart pounded in rage at your words, annoyed over the fact you were saying those words to Colgate and not him. Eventually, he puts on his no fudges given face and turns towards you both fully. “If you want to remain as the top Elite four members, Drayton, I'd get to your battle. I still have the power to remove you from this club.”

“Alright Alright! I’m going!” Drayton sighs, raising his hands in defeat. Kieran shook his head displeased as Drayton stretched his arms up, a sigh leaving his mouth before turning back to you. “So about that date… How about instead, as a warm-up, you come watch my battle as my special guest? That way, it’s not our official first date and I still get to spend time with you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to see where he’s going with this and what extra little plan he has going on inside that head of his. Until he raises a hand up for you to take, a genuine smile on his face as he patiently waits for your decision. With a bright smile, you take his hand, “I think that is a fair deal.”

“Have fun moping, Kieran!” Drayton yells as he gently pulls you along with him towards the door. Kieran had steam coming off his body as he watched the pair of you leave, and not just from Drayton’s response. A smirk appeared on Drayton’s face when he saw the jealousy in Kieran’s eyes. 

Soon his focus returned to the matter at hand, and he smiled at you, pushing and holding the door open for you as he guided you through it, “After you sweetheart~”

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd except the Agency never gets the tiger case.

Atsushi ends up in Yokohama and manages to steal the wallet of a passerby. There's not much but after being homeless for 2 weeks and starving, it's more than enough.

He gets some chazuke and leaves while some bandaged weirdo starts flirting with the waitress.

Atsushi knows he should get away, he can't stay in one place for too long. But he's tired and one bowl of chakuze is hardly enough to fill him for long. He curls up under the bridge and takes a quick nap.

The police detectives are too proud to ask for the Agencies help and go all out. When the tiger is seen in Yokohama, they manage to set a trap and detain it.

Things become a lot more complicated when day breaks and the man eating tiger turns into a scared boy. An ability user, and though many are suspicious Detective Minoura is not.

He sits by the cell of the kid, Atsushi and asks his questions. He learns Atsushi was kicked out of an orphanage 2 weeks ago, lining up with the tiger sightings.

And he has no idea he's the tiger, a conversation that was not fun to have. He knows Atsushi is genuine, that's he's scared. He'd love to let him go. But kids dangerous, too dangerous even if he's never hurt anyone.

It hurts his pride as a detective to even consider what he's about to do. But his pride should never come at the cost of innocent lives.

"So that's the story, if I was going by the book the kid would be arrested. Whether he knew it or not he caused a lot of terror, fear and a lot of property damage."

"And yet you aren't going by the book, you instead came here to me." Said Fukuzawa, taking a sip of his tea as he oberseved the police detective. "He doesn't deserve it. I couldn't get much out of him, but the kids been through hell. I'll take the punishment if it gets him out."

Fukuzawa nodded "we don't often meet eye to eye detective, but today I can say with certainty we do. You've done your job, now let us play our part."

Minoura nodded, relieved.

"Just... Please don't send Mr Super Genuis to deal with it." Fukuzawa chuckles, there's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and Minoura sighed inwardly. He wanted to regret this but he couldn't.

Not even when Ranpo waltzed into the police precinct like he owned the place with a bright smile at getting to order the officers around.

His smile wavered slightly when he took in Atsushi. Minoura could see concern and anger flicker across his face before the smile returned and he told Atsushi he was breaking out of here.

The light returning to Atsushi's eyes told Minoura he'd made the right choice.

Atsushi was cautious. He stuck by Minoura the whole time as the paperwork was completed. Which was fair, he was maybe the only person who'd treated him kindly and Ranpo was a lot for anyone.

And yet, Minoura could tell Ranpo was putting on his best behaviour.

Seeing Atsushi's hesitation Minoura sat him down. "Hey, kid. These are... Friends of mine, they'll keep you safe." Seems like the kid wasn't used to hearing that and Minoura softened.

He scribbled down his number and handed it to him. "You ever get in trouble. You ever feel unsafe or afraid, you call me okay." Atsushi was surprised but took the written phone number like it was something precious.

He'd be okay, Minoura might not like the Agency but they were borderline feral in their protectivness over their loved ones. And hell, if anyone gave that kid trouble he'd make good on his promise.