#in fact he seems to be pouring just a little faster now

[mars-ipan]

im back ok. sorry for the crappy art I did it in like ten minutes but I was still looking for it and STILL couldn't find it so I tried to get the idea across

THE FIRST ONE IS WHAT THE PIC LOOKED LIKE, BUT ALSO CONSIDER MY ADDITION WHICH I THINK MIGHT BE BETTER FOR THE THEME

ok goodnight

YESSSSS THAT SECOND ONE IS ALMOST EXACTLY THE IMAGE I HAVE IN MY HEAD THANK YOU FOR READING MY MIND

[alicerosejensen]

No time to die

Warning: Death of the reader; injuries; mention of blood; implied parting with Leon; Old leon; Fem!reader

Synopsis: he should have decided on his feelings before telling you about love. He should be taking care of you instead of running after Ada again, but now he will have enough time for this activity.

A/N: Sometimes I write about Leon's slippery ass. Well, I really had disturbing thoughts again.

If you were given a choice on whose hands to spend the last minutes of your life, you would never have chosen the hands of Leon S Kennedy.

In fact, you would rather lie in a pool of your own blood, moving away from him as far as possible, leaving dark scarlet streaks behind you, than let him help you. After all, despite all his love for this man, he caused you a very strong pain. Even stronger than what you feel now, when you try to get to your feet leaning on torn palms, spitting out a thick foam of blood.

Well, ordinary civilians can hardly resist a giant bioweapon that has crushed a bunch of people like bugs up to this point, but if Ada Wong was only slightly knocked down by a blow, which caused her to lose consciousness for a while, then you were thrown with such force that the organs inside seem to have turned into porridge.

But at that moment you didn't care anymore. The pain pierced every cell of your body and the only desire in your head was just to hide from it somewhere. Leon and his endless love for Ada didn't care anymore, but this pain will always remain in your heart. After all, he came to her aid and not to you.

You started coughing up blood. From every breath it became increasingly unbearable to breathe, and then you lost that fragile balance that you found for a couple of short seconds, collapsing on shards of glass that crumbled under your weight. Everything swam before your eyes. You didn't have the strength to curse anyone because all you wanted was not hugs and a declaration of love, but for this painful hell to end faster! A grunt escaped from your throat when someone tried to turn your body over and provide first aid, but only blood splattered out of your mouth.

"God," Leon's partner looked at you with big frightened eyes, trying to think of something, but stopped when you gathered the remnants of your strength and grabbed her hand, looking at the gun in her holster.

The last mercy for the dying.

"Please..." your hoarse, very quiet whisper begged Helena to "finish it"

Tears flowed from red eyes mixing with the blood that was on your face. From this pain, the vessels in your eyes burst and it seems that the only way out was a kind of voluntary euthanasia by a bullet in the head and not waiting for your body to stop fighting death before the damaged organs stop working themselves.

And then Helena's loud voice was heard calling Leon to finally break away from his beloved and pay attention to the dying you. If your condition were better, you would spit this very blood in his face. However, he really ran up to you after a couple of seconds, laying you on his lap, trying to do everything carefully so as not to cause additional pain. You didn't really want to spit, but you accidentally soiled his face when he stroked your hair.

Crimson thin rivulets slowly poured out of your nose and you closed your eyes a little at a new outbreak of suffocating pain that filled your whole body reflexively clinging to Leon's hand. His skin showed signs of broken nails, but he didn't seem to mind. It was unbearable for you to take even a small breath; even one attempt was accompanied by a bloody, foamy, painful cough at the edge of your mouth. It was like Hell.

Leon seemed to be looking for something that could help you, delay death, but Helena already understood everything. Anyone who saw you would understand that the injuries you received were not compatible with life.

“Please don’t...please,” Leon muttered, trying to stop the scarlet stain spreading under your chest. “Baby, I know, I know it hurts, but be patient.”

“Leon...” his partner called quietly, hinting that it was pointless.

And at some point you noticed Ada looking at you without pity, without disgust, without any other emotions. Just another corpse that crossed their path. Wong only had a couple of scratches. She did not writhe in agony and Leon would quickly find solace in her immediately after your death, this thought made your body gather its last strength and with a tearing cough look at the man in front of you, in whose eyes you could see fear for your life. On your last breath, you decided to hurt him before you die, as punishment for what he did to your heart, crushing it like a paper ball, and then tearing it apart, throwing you pathetic scraps... Well, that's how you saw it.

Leon caught that look, something in it even scared him, but your next words, which were the last, were forever imprinted in his memory and on his heart. Because you knew how painfully he endures the fact that someone hates him. You pulled your hand out of his and with hatred hissed something that was not even true in essence. It's just that at this very moment you wanted him to understand what pain he caused you with his love for Ada Wong.

"I... ha-te... you"

Everything inside Leon snapped in the same second. His love for Ada has remained a pain in your heart, but... the same pain will remain in him. The last breath, and your eyes, which he loved so much, glazed over, and your mouth remained slightly ajar. Ada... she didn't say anything, but was she surprised? Leon grabbed your hand again, trying to feel at least a weak pulse, but the words you said were pounding in his head, making tears flow from his eyes.

"No," he whispered softly, unable to believe what was happening. You couldn't die in his arms like that and you couldn't say those words. You had no reason to say those words to him! "Come on, look at me, I'll take you to a safe place. They will help you"

Helena put her hand on his shoulder, realizing how it hurt him in the end. He doesn't even have the opportunity to leave your body in a safe place and all he and Ada could do was watch him stroke your cheek with one hand holding your shoulders. The pose is exactly similar to when he defended Ada in China, only she was able to survive and you unfortunately did not.

"It's not your fault... no one is to blame for her death," Ada only said. She felt sorry for him " And her words... Leon..."

"She was not herself," Helena picked up, looking at Leon silently

Ada at some point correctly decided that it was out of jealousy. Just the last time to prick a loved one knowing that he will keep these words to himself for a long time. But they didn't have time for mourning and tears, however, even she didn't have the tongue to tell Leon to leave you here. So she just asked for his jacket and wrapped you in it, believing that you really would like it - to be enveloped in the fragrance of a loved one before death.

now was simply not the time and place to grieve, but even she did not understand the meaning of the words you said. After all, Leon really left her for you. Ada couldn't give him the stability and love he needed. Their complicated relationship hurt Leon in a way, but with you he became a normal person. She understood this, so she calmly retreated, because neither he nor she had ever felt sincere love for each other. Leon found this bright feeling in you by breaking off even short dates with her forever, and all Ada could do was really help him later.

Your death was committed out of place and all three of them understood that from Leon now only the shadow of the former man will remain and he himself will wallow in alcohol constantly replaying your dying words on repeat.

You really shouldn't have told him that.

[luimagines]

He Realizes That You Like Him Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Wild and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Time

He realized that you liked him faster than he’s ever going to tell you to your face.

Time knew that he was attractive to an extent. It’s not as if he hasn’t had people interesting in him. He just wasn’t interested in them.

But he’s had enough experience to see the signs.

Naturally, he wanted to write it off at first, thinking that perhaps he was just seeing things. However, there’s only so many times that he’s willing to brush things off as coincidences. 

Time could see your soft blushes, the way you glanced his way when you thought he wouldn’t notice. He noticed how you seemed a little nervous around him but still wanted to be nearby. You paid more attention to him than the others. You took into account his needs and wants and tried everything in your power to make this whole ordeal easier for him.

He could see it all.

But it was really when you admitted, albeit absentmindedly, that he was your favorite of the group that he felt as if he could whole heartedly close the case. There was no more room for doubt after that.

He’d have to admit, he felt a little better about himself in that moment. He even cheekily teased by getting close to your personal space. You held your breath as you waited to see what he’d so next. Your poor heart was beating so hard he could see the faint thump on your chest.

He grinned and smiled at you, leaving you there to gather your wits.

If Time was being honest, he felt like a dumb struck idiot. The amount of sheer will power that it took to not break out in a grin and start giggling like a fool was more than he thought he was capable of.

You were, thankfully, none the wiser, even when you chased after him, demanding he explain himself to you.

But what could he say? It’s not as if he could have put everything on the table and pour out his soul then and there. The others were still present and he knew that were never going to let him live it down if he did that. Besides, he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

You were simply irresistible, if a little too easy to tease.

But you liked him.

You liked him.

Whenever Time has to think about it, he has to fight off a boyish smile from your face. He should be better than this. He’s an adult. It shouldn’t make him dissolve into a giggly, giddy teenager all over again.

But it is an incredibly lovely thought, isn’t it?

He sighs to himself all over again as he thinks about you.

Incredibly lovely, indeed.

Wild

Wild could be a bit dense at times but he was still smarter than most people gave him credit for.

He knew... that you acted different around him but he would be the first to admit that he couldn’t figure out why. You seemed to get along with everyone. And don’t get him wrong, you both got along well as well, but there were times when you couldn’t quite meet him in the eye or seemed to be nervous when he got too close to you despite the fact that he wasn’t doing anything.... Unless he was.

But you would have said something to him, right? You both virtually hung off of each other at times, so he can’t see the connection or what makes some different than others.

There was a moment where he had remembered that your favorite food and you looked to be having a bad day. Now Wild was never good with words, but he hoped that a good meal of something you liked would help turn it around.

So he made the meal and gave it to you. It seemed to do the trick and Wild was happy to leave it at that.

But then you came to him with a shy expression and a blush on your face the next day.

Admittedly, it had taken his breath away. It was so incredibly soft. So tender. Wild had to fight himself to stay neutral and keep his hands to himself this time around.

He smiles at you and he thinks he sees your soft blush grow darker. “Hey. What’s up?”

It takes a beat for you to build up the courage to say what you wanted to say, but that’s ok, Wild thinks. He’s willing to wait for as long as you need him too. You cough and scratch your cheek. Wild notices that you keep one of your hands behind your back. “I... came to say thank you... For yesterday. You didn’t have to do that.”

Wild smiles brighter. How cute. “It was my pleasure. I’m glad you felt better afterwards.”

“Yeah...” You agree quietly. “I did... um.. Here... I wanted to give to you...”

You hold out a flower.

Wild’s heart get stuck in his throat. He recognizes this flower.

A blue nightshade.

Where did you even find this?

Recognition triggers at the back of his head to the time when he brought a blue nightshade to Wabbin at Lover’s Pond. He told you that story. Had you remembered it? 

Wild takes the flower between two of his fingers, studying it with quiet awe. You grin and are quick to make your get away. “Anyway! That’ll be all. I lo- appreciate everything you do! Ok bye!”

Wild stares after you silently, wondering when exactly his heart started beating out of his chest.

Does... does he thinks this means what he thinks it means?

Hyrule

Hyrule knew that he liked you for a while now. Your charm, your grace, your wit, your sass- It was all very attractive to him.

But that being said, he knew he wasn’t exactly a catch. There were plenty of reason that he could think of for you to choose literally any other person. 

It was just a fact, so he didn’t want it to bother him too much. He was still happy with your friendship and you were an awesome person through and through.

That being said, every doubt in the existence of doubts would circle around his head whenever he thought about telling you how he felt. It could never be that easy though, could it?

He was never going to pick up any hint you could have thrown at him. He was never going to pick on anything subtle or small that you could have thought of to try and show that you would have reciprocated his feelings. 

It would take something huge.

It would take something obvious.

It would take something that he wouldn’t be able to deny no matter what was thrown at his face.

“Hyrule.” You said softly. You had taken him aside from the group for a moment with soft blush to your face and an nervous expression. “I wanted to tell you something.”

Hyrule stood at attention, wondering what ti could have been that had you so nervous to tell him. It must be important. you looked ready to back out any minute. He hopes you wouldn’t. Hyrule wanted you to come to him with whatever would bother you.

“What is it?” He pressed softly, wanting to show his interest in what you were saying.

You stalled, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you thought about what you wanted to say. The silence was deafening. Hyrule had to stop himself rom copying your nervous movement.

“I like you.”

He stills. Did he hear you correctly?

You don’t want t wait for him to twist your words into something easier to digest. “Like... a lot. I like you a lot.”

Hyrule’s still processing your words when you take a step forward and kiss his cheek. His entire mind shuts down.

“A lot, a lot.” You clarify. “You don’t have to answer right now, ok? Just... think about it?”

You almost say, ’think about me’, but that might a bit too much for the young hero to handle right now.

You clear your throat, blushing brightly at your forwardness. “I’ll... that’s all.”

You run away.

A beat passes and Hyrule explodes into a blush now that you’re out of sight. His hands come up to cover his face as he sinks down to his knees.

There’s denying that. He couldn’t even if he tried.

[d0youc0py]

Prompt: no way… you’re actually jealous?

He was a man of many emotions. Yet he was also a man of self restraint- only letting himself fly off the handle when he felt it was necessary.

All of that flew out of the window with you.

Was this a necessary time? Absolutely not. In fact it was admittedly childish and embarrassing that he felt such angst rising in his chest.

It was time for the weekly Price family dinner. His older siblings Phoebe and Frank, his younger brother Ralph and of course his parents- Mr. and Mrs. Price all drove an exhausting ten minutes to your house for dinner. Normally he didn’t mind having his family close by especially while he was away, but right now he was one more wine pour away from kicking all of them to the curb.

He had just gotten back this morning from a month long mission and he still hadn’t gotten his you fix. The two of you should be curled up, you mumbling about all the things you did while he was away against his skin. God he could practically smell your shampoo. He wanted your cold hands to crawl up under his shirt searching for the warmth you’ve been denied for far too long.

Instead he was pressed against the firm wood of the dining room chair watching as your attention was constantly being caught by different stories. Something about Phoebe’s car, Frank’s kid is doing shite in school, and Ralph discovered he quite likes golf. He didn’t have the mental power to keep up, his ears only perking up when he heard you speak.

His arm was draped over the back of your chair and it took every ounce of strength to not tug you closer. He couldn’t stop his fingers from reaching out and brushing your cheek though. He almost purred when your soft skin tickled his fingers. Your eyes flickered up sending him a soft sleepy smile.

That’s all it took.

“Goodnight everyone.” John nearly demanded standing up abruptly. The conversation halted everyone looking at you for confirmation that they were really getting kicked out of your house. You looked up at your husband with wide eyes before sending a sheepish smile to your family.

“Johnathan?” His mother questioned. You always giggled when she used his full name.

“I’m tired, alright? I’ll buy us all dinner next week, yeah? For cutting this one short.” That seemed to satisfy them enough. Each of them gave you a kiss goodbye- sending him a glare in the process. “I’ll clean up, love.” He insisted taking the dishware out of your hands.

“It’ll go faster if we both do it.” You yawned pecking his cheek. “You alright? You were quiet all night. Still have some battle skits?” You hummed, causing a small chuckle to escape him. He was always skittish a few days after a mission- understandably- so you had affectionately named it battle skits.

“I missed you.” He whispered. You didn’t know if you wanted to giggle like a child or cry.

“Oh, John.” You sighed, waving him off. You tucked yourself under his arm and he reciprocated by holding you tight against him.

“Everyone was hogging you.” He grunted, inhaling your scent. “Didn’t get enough time with you before the circus rolled in.”

“Someone’s jealous.” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. The Captain never got jealous. He was fiercely protective, but he loved to show you off- always being so proud of you.

“Yeah.” He agreed, making your mouth to fall open. His brows furrowed at your reaction. “What?”

“No way! You’re actually jealous?” You sputtered. A cheeky grin spread across his face and he quickly captured you in a kiss.

“Don’t get cocky on me now sweetheart.”

Prompt: do you ever ask why I get this way? Maybe it’s because- Y’know what, nevermind

You hadn’t meant for things to escalate to this level. You had noticed he was a little jealous after your office party, a few of your coworkers getting a little mouthy from the drinks. You thought it was funny. Your devastatingly attractive boyfriend flushed in the face at the thought of someone like your dim witted coworkers having a shot with you.

“Si, you’re powering down again.” You sighed, tracing over his knuckles. He looked around the almost empty tram, his body pointed away from you. “You still upset?” You hummed, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You know they were just being aholes.”

“But they felt comfortable enough around you to do it.” He snarled. The warmth left your body and you pulled yourself away from his shaky form.

“What do you mean by that? You’re blaming me for the way they were acting?” You moved to the edge of your seat so you could face him.

“Have you ever asked yourself why I get this way? Maybe it’s because”- he cut himself off when he heard your breath hitch. He knew that if he caught sight of those teary eyes he would never say what he wanted to say. You sniffled. “Nevermind.” He grumbled, rubbing his jaw.

“No.” You pressed. “You obviously have something on your mind so say it.”

“Y/N-”

“Simon.”

Using your formal names made both of you sick. You were always sweetheart and he was always Si.

“You have a habit of being overly friendly.” He stated finally. His eyes were trained on the aisle.

“Overly friendly?” You emphasized. He shut his eyes tightly, but slowly nodded his head, agreeing. A light chuckle left you. It wasn’t one of humor, but one of utter shock. Shock that this was even a conversation. “Well not everyone finds a smile as offensive as you do, Simon.” You growled slouching back in your seat.

He didn’t say anything.

Without warning you stood up at the next stop, brushing past him.

“Y/N.” He huffed. His heart pinched at the way you so coldly moved away from him. “Y/N.” He repeated, following you down the aisle.

“I want to be alone.” You didn’t mean for your voice to hit the level it did. People on the tram peered up at you from their phones. Without waiting for a response you hopped off the tram.

He followed.

“I want to be alone.” You affirmed. He slowed his footsteps, but kept you in reach. His towering frame lurked over you like a rain cloud. You turned abruptly on your heels.

“Not lettin’ you walk home by yourself.” He explained.

“I want to be alone.” You growled.

“Well I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He growled back. Only Simon could pull off aggressive affection. “You can be alone a few paces ahead of me.” He nodded his head forward.

“Fuck you, Simon.” You hissed. The way his face fell made you freeze. “I’m sorry.” You said quickly. He waved you off.

“I deserve that.”

“No you don’t.” You insisted. “You hurt my feelings but I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”

“Fuck off Y/N.” He teased airily. “I don’t know why I snap like that.” He admitted, shoving his hands in his front pockets.

“You don’t trust me.” You stated. He disagreed with you.

“I think it’s other people I don’t trust. I mean what if I wasn’t there tonight, yeah?” He questioned, his face curling. You hadn’t thought about that. Your co workers were so free with their flirting even with Simon there.

“I understand that.” You sighed, bringing a hand up to rub your headache away. His hand reached up wrapping around your wrist, giving it a soft squeeze.

“I shouldn’t have blamed you sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He molten eyes were nothing but sincere. Your bottom lip jutted out slightly at his apology, and you moved forward wrapping your arms around his middle. Usually public affection embarrassed him, but the way his body craved you outweighed any embarrassment he felt. Plus he obviously needed to do a better job at showing people who you belong to.

Prompt: What is your problem?

He had no right to feel this way. Yet his stomach was burning so hot the steam was clouding his judgement.

He thought he had made it clear. His silent claim on you since the very moment you had stepped foot on base. He knew it was a horrible and outdated way of thinking, yet the way your eyes sparkled when you met him for the first time- or the way your hand fit so perfectly in his when you introduced yourself was all the proof he needed to justify his feelings.

Obviously the new recruits didn’t get the memo. Being the nicest person on the Task Force caused everyone to flock to you if they needed something making you build relationships fast.

Too fast.

They didn’t know you well enough to wrap an arm around your shoulder, or put a hand on your waist to move past you. They definitely didn’t know you well enough to make you laugh so hard. The huff and grumbles that escaped him gave the rest of the team so much free entertainment, their eyes darting between you and the nearly seething man like it was some kind of soap opera.

“Think we should get the hose ready?” Soap snickered, taking in Gaz’s flushed appearance. Ghost hushed him, something inside him telling him Gaz was about to snap- and he wasn’t going to miss it.

The bomb finally went off when someone’s hand extended towards you in a fit of laughter, their palms spreading wide across your arm. “That’s not fucking happening.” He spat. Gaz’s chair flung back and if it wasn’t for Price it would’ve screeched against the floor.

“What is your problem?” They gasped, his broad strides quickly catching everyones attention.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to keep your bloody hands to yourself?” Kyle snarled. Going against his own words he wrapped an arm around you, practically dragging you back to the teams table. “Kindergarten drop outs.” He huffed, holding out a chair for you to sit in, pushing it in for you. Even in his anger he always managed to be a gentleman.

Prompt: woah, where are we going?

He had sucked down three shots trying his hardest not to loose his cool. He knew he was reactive and the last thing he wanted to do was say something to hurt or embarrass you. Yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t push down those feelings. The feeling of jealousy that he couldn’t be the man you obviously wanted. He watched as your pretty eyes sparkled at the other guests of the dinner party he had begged to come to. He should’ve stayed home. He remembers the look on your face when he basically invited himself.

“Jo, I don’t think you’ll like these people.” You winced, giving his hand a squeeze.

You were right.

He didn’t like these people in the slightest. They absorbed all your attention and made him feel like a brute. He had lost track of the conversation when it turned over to politics, even though he probably knew more about what goes on in the world than anyone sitting at that table.

Once dinner was finally over everyone was invited into the living area for tea- how formal. You had turned to him in that moment ready to tease him about what type of tea he was going to choke down, but his hardened face stopped you. He had never been the best at hiding his feelings and you resisted the urge to lean over and kiss him so hard he would have no choice but to smile.

“Actually Johnny and I have plans after this.” You offered a polite smile. His ears perked up, looking at you like a savior.

“That’s too bad.” Your friend sighed giving you a quick hug goodbye. You repressed a giggle when you heard Johnny growl after someone had kissed you on the cheek as a farewell.

“Dinner was lovely.” You smiled over your shoulder, heading out the door. Johnny grabbed your coats sending a quiet thank you their way.

“Thank you.” You whispered, as Johnny wrapped your coat around you.

“No, thank you.” He huffed, tugging you against his side. You wrapped an arm around his waist your other hand tangling itself with his as you walked down the dim streets.

“Woah.” He gasped, when you began pulling him past the car. “Where are we going?”

“I could tell you were upset.” You hummed, your footsteps naturally syncing with his. His nose scrunched.

“Sorry”-

“You don’t need to apologize Jo.” You assured, pressing yourself closer. He gave your hand a squeeze.

“I didn’t have anything to add to the conversation. Felt like I was a wee one listening to my parents talk about shite I couldn’t understand.” He sighed. “I’m not daft.”

“I know.” You said quickly. “They’re all just repeating things they’ve seen on TikTok anyways. Doubt any of it was original.”

“You enjoyed it though?” He half asked. You looked up at him with curious eyes.

“I had a good time tonight if that’s what you’re asking.” You said. His baby blue eyes searched around your face like you had the words he was looking for written on it.

“No. I mean you wish you had someone to talk like that with more?” He said slowly. Your face fell in realization.

“You mean, do I wish you talked like that? No Tavish.” You smiled at him. “Plus you’re talking like we haven’t had deep conversations. You know more about me than anyone- and I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone. That’s worth more than anything.”

He pepped up, his shoulders broadening once again.

“You don’t mind that I can’t quote poems off the top of my head?” He questioned, raising a playful brow at you.

You rolled your eyes, nodding your head in a agreement.

“You never told me where we’re going.” He reminded.

“I know you Jo and I also know a salad is not going to keep you full.” You snickered patting at his stomach.

“It was hell tryin to choke that things down.”

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[heliads]

Lisa my love! I hope you don’t mind me sending another request (for none other than Jack Wilder again of course) — but how about a Jack x reader meet-cute situation, maybe she’s a barista at the coffee shop he likes to visit, and he definitely thinks she’s more than cute but reader is a little oblivious to that fact. But she doesn’t recognise him at first, (i can imagine a co-worker going “GIRL that was Jack Wilder!” and she’s like “who now?”). Jack ends up becoming a regular and the two get to know each other outside of the coffee shop setting (I’m also imagining he’d try to teach her card tricks and it’d just be so !!!!!! absolute fluff). Sorry, this request doesn’t have a SINGLE coherent thought in it, it’s literally so silly but I love this man bfhvdjhfvdn

anything for the boy

'wake me up' - jack wilder

masterlist

Nothing has ever made you want to drink coffee less than working in a coffee shop. Whether or not you’ll actually stop is purely up to your own moral strength, of course, but you’re reminded daily of why you would make such a choice whenever you clock in to your latest shift at your local coffee shop. The sight of so many exhausted people who seem to prefer snapping at you to actually taking accountability in their own lives is depressing, to say the least. 

Still, you keep working there. You always do. It’s satisfying in itself, as far as jobs go, and your coworkers are funny enough that the time always passes faster than expected. It’s not bad. And sometimes, on rare days like today, you end up meeting someone with the power to change your life forever.

The funny thing is, you almost missed him. The shop was crazy busy when he came in. You would find out later that the people were only crowding into the shop and lining up down the block because of him, but you hadn’t known that at the time. You had just chalked it up to word of mouth, maybe enough people had finally appreciated the expert level of care you and your coworkers put into their lattes and decided to show up and see what’s what. 

You certainly hadn’t counted on the cute boy who came bounding through the door of your shop, sending the bell fixed to the top into a commotion matching the hubbub surrounding the tables inside. Your first thought was that he seemed energetic enough that ordering coffee was unnecessary. Your second thought, as he breezed up to you, ready to order, was that you certainly didn’t mind your job anymore if it brought you faces as pretty as his. 

For a complete stranger, he seemed very sure of himself. He had paused for a moment before speaking, as if waiting for you to burst into applause at the sight of him. When it became clear you weren’t going to fall into raptures, he just shrugged and rattled off his order. The words were perfectly cadenced, probably memorized. You wrote it down like normal. Routines can be tedious on both ends, even if two perfect strangers are meeting for the first time. Sometimes, you don’t know that the course of your life has been irrevocably affected until much later. You certainly didn’t know it then.

You had guessed that something was strange, though. You had asked what name he wanted with the order and the young man had blinked at you in surprise, as if he couldn’t fathom the possibility that you wouldn’t know who he was. You’re familiar with the regulars of the coffee shop, so you knew he wasn’t one of them. Still, he seemed so stunned that you didn’t recognize him already. In a good way, though. With the way he smiled at you as he said, “Just Jack, thanks,” you got the feeling that he thought quite a lot about you was good.

Jack’s order wasn’t too complicated, so you were able to finish it quickly, which he seemed to appreciate. Even after he moved out of line to wait for his coffee, Jack had still hung around the counter, eyes nervously darting around the room as if he expected someone to jump out at him. From the few glances you were able to sneak as you poured and mixed ingredients, you almost thought he was right to worry. All these tables of girls kept whispering and giggling to each other, staring back at him with this outright, unusual intensity.

You had no idea why he was seemingly being stalked by so many people, but he was cute, so maybe that would do it. There’s a college campus across town, maybe he was on a varsity athletics team or something. You called his name and several people perked up. No one looked happier than Jack, though, and he eagerly slid over to you so he could pick up his drink.

You raised an eyebrow at his excitement, unable to hide a small smile. “Really looking forward to that coffee, huh?”

Jack had the presence of mind to blush a little. “I just want to hit the road as soon as I can.”

You took an obvious look past him. “I think I can understand that. What did you do, announce that you’d be giving away free kittens or something?”

Jack chuckled, absentmindedly scratching the back of his head. “Not quite. Do you– do you not know who I am?” He gave this pained half-laugh as he said it, like he could tell that saying something like that didn’t make him come off as the nicest.

He was cute enough that it worked, though. Cute and charming. He could get away with anything. Later, you’d learn that he usually did.

“No,” you said, and his entire face had lit up. Strange. “I’m not a mind reader,” you reminded him, “I won’t know your name unless you tell it to me.”

“Well,” he had said slowly, “I won’t mind saying it again. Maybe tomorrow morning?”

You had laughed. “I’ll see you then.”

Jack had all but beamed at you, turning around to smile at you one last time right before exiting the shop. You’d watched him go with a soft smile, shaking your head to yourself as you headed back to get the next customer’s order.

When you started mixing up the next drink, though, one of your coworkers turned to you, practically shrieking in your ear with the force of her excitement. “Am I dreaming, or was that Jack Wilder?”

You glanced at her, confused, as you reached for the oat milk. “Who?”

Your coworker’s eyes widened in horrified shock. “You must be joking. Jack Wilder? Of the Horsemen?”

You had frowned at her. “Like the four that bring about the apocalypse? He seemed nice enough to me, I doubt he’s going to bring pestilence or death upon our coffee shop.”

Your coworker had shaken her head, her eyes flickering briefly shut as if praying for strength. “No, Y/N, the Horsemen are a world famous group of magicians. They’re like, crazy good. During a show, they once robbed a bank on the opposite side of the globe.”

“So they’re criminals,” you muttered, eyebrows raised, “They sound like lovely people, then. Should I check the credit card he paid with? Maybe it was a playing card instead and I didn’t notice.”

She rolled her eyes. “He wouldn’t do that, obviously. They’re like magical Robin Hoods, they only steal from banks and bad rich people and stuff like that. Jack Wilder is a celebrity, if that’s what it takes to get through to you. He’s like, the hottest one of all of them.”

“That I can agree with,” you had grinned to yourself. He was really good looking, and sweet at the same time. 

You found yourself sincerely hoping that he would come back the next morning, although the odds of that had to be low. If Jack really was a world-class celebrity, he’d probably jet across to a new country by the end of the day. He probably wouldn’t stay in one place that long, especially given the questionable legality of his day job. Coming back to the same small coffee shop was practically out of the question.

And yet, when you open up the next morning, you find yourself idly glancing outside the front window every few minutes, constantly checking to see if there’s a cute magician slipping inside your shop. Each peek down the street is rewarded with the sight of faces that aren’t his, though that doesn’t stop you from looking again.

Eventually, you decide that he’s not coming after all and there’s no point in continually craning your neck to see past the people huddled outside the main window, trying to talk themselves out of purchasing a pastry. It is only now, when you let down your guard, that you see someone approaching the counter out of the corner of your eye and announce, as if this were some great, life-changing thing:  “I’m back.”

For anyone else, this would be obnoxious. However, the cute boy beaming at you did make you a promise, so it is quite important that he would be here to honor his word. You end up smiling back at him in silence for a beat too long. It takes your coworker pointedly looking at the line growing behind Jack for you to remember yourself.

“Right, right. Coffee. What can I get you this morning?”

He looks bashfully behind him, as if only realizing that it’s not just the two of you in here, too. “Um, maybe a double shot vanilla latte? Oh, and can you draw something on the top?”

You hum as you write down the order. “Any ideas, or is the art my choice?”

Jack winks at you. “I’d love your number, but that might be too long. How about a heart, since you’ve already got mine?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but you do your best to keep your cool. “That’s sweet. Do you flirt with all your baristas like this?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he promises. Maybe Jack’s magic isn’t just in card tricks, but in his smooth moves as well. 

As he turns around to find someplace out of the way to wait for his drink, your coworker openly stares at you, jaw dropped. “What was that?” She asks under her breath, grinning.

You just shrug, although you can’t seem to stop your lips from curling up into a poorly hidden smile. “No idea.”

Jack thanks you for his drink when it’s ready. You weren’t brave enough to give him your number, assuming he was just joking around. He’s a celebrity, you remind yourself. He could probably conjure up Margot Robbie’s number if he really wanted it. He’s not going to go for you if he could have anyone on the planet.

However, when you slide over his coffee and he immediately checks the design in the foam, pretending to pout when he sees no identifying string of digits, you start to wonder if he wasn’t kidding after all. It certainly seems that way when he shows up the next morning, and the next morning, and the next. Jack is turning into a regular, which you didn’t expect. You figured he would sweep from city to city like the rest of the Horsemen, but for some reason Jack seems inclined to stay.

He insists on getting your number about a week later, and says he won’t leave the shop until he gets it. He pretends to handcuff himself to the chair of his favorite spot, pulling the metal cuffs out of thin air and grinning at your surprised reaction. You make him stay there, locked in place, for a few more minutes just to mess with him, but in the end he walks out with your number, and when you leave that night, you find a card tucked into the pocket of your apron. 

It’s the queen of hearts, although the image is less entrancing than the phone number scrawled across the front. Just in case I lost yours by accident, says the note on the back. You press it to your heart, trying to stop yourself from audibly squealing. You had promised that you wouldn’t fall for him, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to keep your word. 

Especially not when you get a text some time later that night:  Get home safe? Then:  This is Jack. Although I hope you wouldn’t be confusing my number with other handsome men who also wanted to see you.

In the safety of your room, you’re free to lightly kick your heels back and forth like a kid with a schoolgirl crush. No other admirers. Just you.

Just the way I like it, is the answer, practically only a few heartbeats after your text. You might actually end up loving him if he’s not careful.

Jack comes in the next morning looking far too pleased with himself. In fact, he even goes so far as to ask when you get off work that day. He says he wants to see you without other customers getting in the way. You remind him that he, too, is a customer, and he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, asking if you want him to be something else. You don’t deign to respond to that, but you think your self-conscious smile does enough talking. He certainly laughs like it does.

Jack ends up taking you out to lunch. He makes you laugh the whole time, looking proud of himself every time he manages to elicit so much as a smile from you. He tells you stories about all the fantastic jobs he’s taken as a Horseman, even attempts to teach you a card trick or two. Several dropped decks later, both of you can freely admit that he’s got more of a knack for sleight of hand than you, but his hands have been over yours in the name of teaching his trade often enough that neither of you much mind.

It’s getting harder and harder to pretend that this is just a game to him. You do ask him once, as he’s dropping you off at your door, if he really does want this. You. Everything. Jack looks softly at you once, eyes containing all the secrets he couldn’t possibly put into words if he tried, and then he kisses you sweetly, slowly, and you know. Jack Wilder could have the whole world in his hands, but as it turns out, the only thing he wants from it is you. He’ll convince you of that as often as it takes. You can’t wait to watch him try.

requested by @hiya-itsamber, i hope you enjoy!

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[janovavalen]

living dead girl .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ aegon targaryen x fem!reader

summary: the life of y/n was changed forever all because they thought it was funny

warnings: blood, knives, stabbing, gore, demonic tendencies, killings, horror story, jennifer’s body and tamara themed.

this is a part story of the continuation of what i want to write, it was meant to be written when it was halloween but i literally had work on halloween..and school😔.

‘hello?’ she wimped, her voice trembling, body shaking and cold from the room she was in. hearing something fall she turned in a hurry, screaming out as it echoed through the room she saw nothing.

her breath shaking left her body—‘is someone there?’ she asked once more—‘please just come out already…’ hearing a chuckle from behind her she turned and was met with a slightly taller figure, her eyes meeting some chest and chin before looking up to see aegon.

‘oh…aegon its you’ she smiled softly, her eyes glistening while looking at him as he smirked down at her.

‘yes, it’s me…what are you doing here all alone?’ he muttered. she looked around at the dark room once more before back at him.

‘i don’t know where i am..im just happy your here’ she admitted softly, her smile making his drop ever so slightly.

‘your happy to see me?’ he whispered. she gulped a bit, nervous beyond belief.

‘y—yes…i am’ she said once more as he seemed to frown even more.

‘i’m not…i’m not happy your the only one here..now i’m stuck with you.’ he said with a hardened voice. y/n felt her heart shattered to pieces.

‘huh? wh..what are you—‘

‘do you think i want to be stuck with you? i don’t even like you, and yet you like me..you pay attention to me and i don’t even see you’ her eyes started to well up as the tears in her eyes dropped down her cheeks.

‘s..stop please’ she started to step back as he walked to her.

‘you don’t even exist to me..you never did and you never will’ she started to grow saddened by the moment, ever harsh word he told her she felt her heart sink even more. she stumbled back onto something she never even saw and fell hard on the cold wet ground under her.

‘your pathetic, low life, stuck up, little bitch!’ he yelled while she sat on the ground and cried harder and harder.

she didn’t even know what was happening and didn’t know what to do, the fact the two were alone together and the fact she loved him very so, although for what he said with his cold gaze down on her she still knew she’d forgive him.

‘please..stop..’ she whimpered her heart beating faster and faster, just then, he started to kick her leg, over and over, yelling out in pain as he laughed, the sound of it starting to pain her head, she cried and cried, blood started to pour down from his mouth and eyes as he laughed harder at the cries.

‘stop! stop! please! just stop!’ she yelled even louder until she heard something.

jumping up she breathed heavily looking around to see she was in her softened bed with her curtains open, revealing the light from outside, sighing she whipped her hand with the back of head, the sweat from her nightmare making her whole body full with a cold sweat.

looking around once more, she looked at her lock and seen she was just in time to get ready before school.

getting up before grabbing her glasses to place them on her face, she walked to her bathroom and got ready, taking a shower to wash the sweat off of her body and out of her hair, she did her return routine, placing jeans and a tee shirt on along with tennis shoes and grabbing her finally items before walking downstairs.

‘oh, good morning darling’ her mother said, her father eating breakfast on the other side of him while he smiled at his daughter.

‘morning mom’ she said, walking to the kitchen to grab some water and a apple.

‘oh honey, you don’t want to stay and eat? i made your favorite’ her mother saddened a bit while y/n shook her head.

‘no no i’m okay, i have a big test today anyways and i don’t think miss.winston wants me to be late for it, but i’ll definitely eat that for a snack when i come back’ she smiled as she gave her mom a hug and kiss, walking to her father to do the same.

‘alright sweetie, have a good day, okay? be safe!’ her dad yelled as her mom did the same. walking out and shutting the door behind her, she locked it and went to walk her way to school. with her headphones over her ears and her hands gripping her book bag over her shoulder tight, she kept a steady pace down the sidewalk.

it was fall around this season, so the breeze outside was chilly but soothing, she loved this time of year and loved how the trees looked as their leaves fell to the ground and painted the view orange, brown and yellow.

her song in her ears is simple and beautiful to calm what she’d dreamt about just moments ago. sighing to herself she continued to walk until she got to school.

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getting into the school as y/n stuffed her bag into the small locker, she held her books tightly against her chest trying not to drop all of her books for every class.

just as she placed it onto its hook, she felt a pain in her back before being pushed into her locker. her books falling to the ground as she groaned a bit.

hearing the same laughs she heard every time this happened she didn’t bother to turn around and face the girls that’d been tormenting her since freshman year of highschool.

‘look at here bending down to pick up all her shit like always, poor girl hasn’t even been touched’ the girl—casey muttered he last part to her friends as they laughed and snickered at y/n who hid behind her hair, it falling to protect her face perfectly away from them.

getting up and not paying them any attention, they pushed her back once more as she ignored them, knowing if she paid any attention they’d do much worse.

getting to her class with her books bending and moving out of her arms, she sat down in her usual seating and ignored the rest of the lads getting in.

the teacher spoke as she listened closely. opening her notebook to do what was told on the board for studying, she pushed her glasses up with her finger and moved some hair behind her ear, just then the door to the classroom shut, gaining her attention.

as if the room gained a new light, y/n adjusted in her seat. there he was, aegon targaryen. his hair a crispy blond with his roots growing its natural color once more, his brows thick and frowned like all the time. his clothes today fit him perfectly, amazing.

she felt herself smile a bit but was quick to hide it, having her head go back to her paper but occasionally looking up and over at him with her eyes. she knew enough about him to grow a life long crush on him.

she knew his sister and brother, helaena and aemond, aemond being slightly younger but ten times taller, his sister being the sweetheart of the whole school. she had a small amount of fan followers who had a crush on her for her light spirit and eyes.

y/n and her had been pretty close for a while now but not enough to walk around in the hallways and talk about boy problems together. they’d have occasional sleepovers or even hung out whenever she was free.

‘psst…hey’ she heard, looking over slowly to see aegon smiling at her, she smiled sweetly back.

‘yeah?’ she mumbled, trying not to get the teachers attention.

‘sorry to bug, i was hoping you had a pen i could use? or even a pencil? i don’t bring a lot of stuff to school’ he smiled awkwardly as she laughed a bit quietly.

nodding as she reached for her bag and grabbed out a pen and pencil, she reached over and handed it to him, he smiled sweetly and whispered—‘thank you so much, really saved me today’

turning sound once more, she felt her heart warming and beating so fast, her hands had grown sweaty and shaky at the same time, her face grew warm as she looked to the paper on her desk, placing her fingers to graze across her lips she smiled sweetly.

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at the end of class y/n turned in her test on the desk as she held her books in a struggle once more. giving the teacher a small smile who gave one back. walking out and into the hallway she walked to the library, opposite of the lunch room.

she always had her own lunch anyway, and had nobody to even sit or talk to, so she found it pointless to go into the lunch room. the loud chattering and conversations around her, an occasional fight happening between two couples, one cheater and another who already knew but was fed up.

getting to the library, she heard the librarian speak—‘aw, hello y/n, lunch in here again?’ she asked sweetly.

‘yes ma’am..i hope it’s okay?’ y/n mumbled.

‘oh, don’t be ridiculous, you can stay for as long as you’d like, i’m happy you find this place soothing as much as i do. i used to be like you at your age. always here and always quiet’ she smile as y/n did back.

walking to her usual table she laid out all her books and walked around for a book to read for lunch, she also had a free period next so she had no urgent need to leave for class.

finding one that looked good and reading some of the back, she decided it would do, walking to her table and beginning to eat her lunch and read.

this was what she didn’t mind about school, she didn’t mind being alone. she had her mom and dad to give her company. although; she did wonder what it would be like to have a best friend like in the movies…or a boyfriend.

a boyfriend like aegon. she’d heard around school he was with someone but they were exclusive nor a ‘real thing’ they had occasional sex or hung out. y/n wished sometimes it was her. but knowing she’s a person of her stature, he’d never go for her.

he was loud, party hard, exotic and sexy. she was everything opposite. quiet, introverted, closed off and not to the appeal of everyone. trying to forget it all, she moved some of her hair out of her face, eating her lunch and reading.

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walking out after the second bell of the class some had but she didn’t, walking through the hallways quietly she was shoved in the locker, her shoulder shooting with pain while her books stayed still in her hand.

groaning out in pain she heard laughes and snickers but the same people once more .

‘can’t catch a break huh?’ they laughed as she shook a bit, trying not to move as if she could become invisible.

‘huh? what was that? speak up bitch!’ one of them yelled before shoving her head into the locker so hard she felt like it was bleeding—‘ah!’ she yelled as they laughed, looking at one another.

veronica stepped closer and up to y/n as she trembled, how much longer, how much longer, how much longer. she repeated over and over in her head. why her, why her, why her?

‘speak the fuck up, we asked you a question, now answer!’

‘i didn’t say anything…’ she whispered.

‘huh? what’s that?’ she grinned at her friends who laughed hard.

‘i didn’t say anything!’ y/n yelled this time, catching their attention—‘ouu, little bitch speaks now?’ veronica said to her friends who shrugged.

‘please just let me go…’ y/n begged, veronica snickered and cringed at the fact y/n wasn’t giving in completely to her, shoving y/n once more before she scurried away.

‘hm..i heard she likes someone, someone special to you’ her friend mumbled. veronica turned and and looked at her friend—‘who?’ she mumbled.

‘aegon..word has it she blushes and everything’ grinning at veronica who seemed to get mad, she scoffed—‘i have a fun idea’

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at home y/n ignored her mom who called to her helplessly, running up the steps and throwing her bags onto the ground before getting to her shower, she stripped from her clothes and got into it. the water was cold but soothing to her.

getting in she let the water fall over her body and back, her shoulder that had seemed to form a bruise from before was hot but gained regular body temperature and the sore of it lightening.

shuddering slightly she let her hair wet and falling straight.

‘y/n? honey you alright?’ her mom worryingly asked through the white painted door. y/n turned but didn’t attempt to get out to open the door.

‘yeah mom..i’m just ready for bed..i’ll eat what you made tomorrow’ she spoke back, her mom nodded to herself before letting her hand that was set on the door as if she could feel y/n, she walked away from her door and shut the room door as well.

y/n stepped out the shower and let her wet body dry with the towel she had, and dried out her hair, looking at herself in the window she cringed before hearing her oh one ring in her room.

walking over to it and picking it up, she mumbled—‘hello?’

‘h—hey, is this y/n?’

jacaerys? she felt her eyes widen.

‘yeah, yes it is. why are you calling me so late?’ she asked while holding her towel tight against her body.

‘i was just wondering if you wanted to come to this party at veronica’s?’ he asked, veronica looking at him with a snicker and he friends laughing as well.

‘a party?’ she mumbled, why would he ask her this? since when did veronica even want her there.

‘yeah..she doesn’t know but aegon wanted you to come, said he wanted to tell you something.’ veronica covered her mouth with her hand to cover her laugh as y/n stammered over her voice.

he wanted to talk to her? he wanted to talk to wanted..he wanted her? she smiled deeply while her face blushed, biting her bottom lip as she smiled—‘u—uh yeah, when was it?’

‘right now, i hope you can come? did you need a ride or—‘

‘no! i’m fine i’ll walk, uhm, is there anywhere he wanted me to be?’ she asked, jacaerys felt all wrong about this, something was up but he couldn’t stop, veronica knew about everyone and she damn well knew about him.

‘the bedroom upstairs with the lights around it..see you soon’ he told her before y/n hung up.

she smiled and squealed to herself before running to her closet. getting whatever good thing she could find, she dressed and soon went to the bathroom.

she had makeup but very little, mascara, lipgloss and eyeshadow was all she had from her mom. putting the lipgloss on and smiling at herself she walked out her room and down the stairs quietly.

her mom and dad were most likely sleeping already so she didn’t want them to know she was leaving.

walking out into the dark and walking down the steps that lead to the sidewalk she grew so nervous all over but tried to see it through became, aegon wanted to talk to her.

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[berrymilkwithsugar]

Ticklish little brat~ ♡ (Lee!Catnap and Ler!Dogday)

I love these little sillies so much.

(Anyone ordered a bratty Lee!catnap with a teasy Ler!Dogday as a side?

Another VERY indulgent fanfic.. raspberries warning as well I cause that makes peeps uncomfortable…. Also I wrote this at 1 am, apologies for typos/grammar errors/repetition)

Catnap bolted across the hall, with his canine friend hot on his tail, it was a simple game of “truth or dare” with his friends. Dogday was dared to be tickled by catnap for five minutes, driving the poor pooch up the wall, now he’s chasing catnap with a vengeance. “Get back here, kitty!” Dogday yelled, nervous giggles were pouring from the cat’s mouth like a faucet.

“Come and get me puppy!” Catnap turned around sticking his tongue out to blow a raspberry at him before he suddenly tripped over one of his dog friend’s squeaky toys. Dogday watched as catnap tripped, he smirked and began to run slightly faster to catch up to where the feline was now laying, Dogday was right beside Catnap almost instantly “Now I got you, ya little brat~”

Dogday pins the cat down on the soft carpet, causing said cat to squirm and pout. “No fair!” Catnap whined. Dogday chuckled at this, “Did you seriously not expect me to get revenge on you, especially after pulling that stunt on me?” Catnap stuck his tongue out at the dog. “You chose dare! Not me!”

Dogday rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly at Catnap’s childish gesture. “Sure, fair point, I chose dare and not you... But still, you HAD to at least see this coming, right?” The orange furred dog asked his cooler toned companion, a swift “Shut up” was all Catnap could reply with. Dogday couldn’t help but chuckle more as Catnap simply dismissed him, especially since he was used to Catnap having a witty or sassy response to almost anything he said.

“Aw, you sound a little bitter that I'm right, huh~?” Dogday said with a smirk, Catnap tries to squirm out of his grasp. “No, you’re not.” He responds with a childish pout. Dogday rolls his eyes again with a smirk, his grip tightening around the cat’s arms to ensure he couldn’t squirm out of his grasp.

“Uh huh, sure I’m not. Keep telling yourself that all you want, won’t change the fact I’m telling the truth, silly~”Dogday teased.

This smug son of a- before Catnap finished that thought, he sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at Dogday, which gave the canine an idea. A smirk slowly crept up on his face. Catnap looked down at Dogday when no snide remark was heard from the canine, “What cat got your- h-hey, what are you doing?” Catnap asked nervously as Dogday seemed to adjust himself so his face was near Catnap’s tummy.

“Oh, nothing much… just admiring the view that I’m currently looking at~” Catnap squirmed at this “W-What view?!” Dogday chuckled as Catnap began to squirm around, “Why, the very interesting view of fluffy tummy, of course~!” The dog said in a chipper tone. Catnap gulped “Yeah what about it. Nothing special.” His tail began to wag in excitement at what his friend was about to do.

Dogday smiled wider at Catnap’s attempted nonchalant and dismissive tone, Dogday knelt down and began to get closer to Catnap’s stomach, his face was only inches away from Catnap’s soft looking fur. “Oh really? Well then, if there’s “nothing special” or “interesting” about your tummy… then you wouldn’t mind having me take a closer look at it now, would you~?”

Knowing what that was code for, catnap began to shake his head “Nononono pleasepleaseplease not that.” He said, yet there was a bit of excitement hidden behind his panicked tone. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s panicked response, and began to feel a small bit of satisfaction at Catnap’s frantic response over him wanting to get close to his belly.

“Now why are you so panicked over me just getting a little closer? Could it be that you’re a little… ticklish, perhaps~?” If words could kill, catnap would be a dead man. Catnap bit his lip, muffling any nervous giggles and proceeds to hide his face in his paws. Dogday’s smirk grew wider at seeing how desperately Catnap tried to hide his face in his paws, Dogday could practically feel the anxiousness radiating off Catnap at this very moment, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“Aww, is that your attempt at hiding your face? So cute… but what’s even cuter is that you still haven’t answered my question… are you ticklish, Catnap~?” His question was laced with so much saccharine it was sickening. Catnap refused to answer the question, so he stayed quiet. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s silence, it was very telling of the answer to his question due to Catnap’s refusal to respond in the first place.

“Ah, so it IS true… you really are ticklish, aren’t you~?” The canine asked, his smirk still plastered onto his face. Catnap stayed silent, seeming to be enough of an answer for the dog to continue, Dogday slowly moved his face closer to Catnap’s tummy and began to speak in a more quieter and calmer, but still playful tone

“So then, since it IS true that you’re ticklish… you wouldn’t mind if I take… a closer look~ at your cute stomach, would you~?” Catnap squeaks “W-Wait Dogday, let’s be rational about this- EEK!” Too late, dog day already started his assault of raspberries on the poor cat’s tummy, sending him into a fit of bubbly laughter. “EHEHEHEHEHE D-DOGDAHAHAHAY!” Catnap kicked his legs as his Dogday blew a raspberry near his ribs. “Tickle tickle kitty~!” He teases as he blew another near his sides, driving the cat up a wall. “D-DOGDAY! EHEHEHEHEHE C-CUT IT OHOHOUT!” With that, Dogday suddenly stopped. Leaving the cat confused and a bit disappointed. “Alright. That’s enough.” Dogday said, backing away from the cat, only to look at him puzzled.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” The dog asked, with genuine concern. Catnap looked away flustered, Dogday stood there dumbfounded before it clicked together, his smirk grew twice as large. “Oh~ did a certain kitty like being tickle tickle tickled~?” He teases as Catnap’s cheeks turned a darker shade of purple. “Well why didn’t you say so~?” Dogday slowly extended a hand forward and placed his fingers gently onto Catnap’s stomach. Catnap writhes “Thahahats not it and you know it!” He giggles. Dogday smirked at Catnap as soon as he began to writhe at his fingers making contact with his belly. “Oh really~? And what exactly did you want me to do, hm~? Did you want me to do THIS~?”

Dogday began to move his fingers around in a circular pattern on Catnap’s stomach, causing Catnap to shriek. “NOHOHOHO!” Catnap squealed as he shook his head. Dogday chuckled as Catnap shook his head, Dogday found it adorable and comical how flustered he was getting even by the slightest of touch to his belly, Dogday continued to use his fingers to move around in a circular motion on Catnap stomach, he then began to speak in a teasing tone.

“Aww, but why not~? You don’t want me to tickle your cute tummy~?” Catnap replied with “NAHAHAT WITH YOHOHOUR FINGERS!!”

Dogday chuckled and stopped movie his finger in circular patterns on the poor cat’s tummy, he gave a mischievous smirk before responding in an almost mocking manner. “Why not my fingers? You don’t want my fingers to tickle your soft and sensitive stomach~?”

Catnap groaned at this, he should have know he was gonna pull this on him, “You know what I’m asking you to tickle me with!”. Dogday chuckled again at the cat’s impatience and smirked even wider as he knew exactly what Catnap was referring to, Dogday spoke in a slightly teasing yet mocking tone “Oh, you want me to use my nose to gently nuzzle and rub it against your soft, bare stomach~? Is that what you’re asking me to do~?”

Catnap shakes his head Oh for the love of. He blows another raspberry at the dog, hoping that would be enough of a hint, Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second raspberry that he blew at him, he smirked and rolled his eyes slightly in a mocking manner as he spoke to Catnap “Aww, you’re blowing raspberries at me again now, how cute… but I’m still not getting what you’ actually want me to do, silly~ Maybe give me another hint, and maybe I’ll get it this time~”

Oh that son of a- “Just blow raspberries on my tummy already!” Catnap snapped, finally growing impatient yet he was still flustered.

Dogday chuckled as Catnap finally flat out admitted what he wanted him to do, he smirked again before responding in a slightly mocking tone still, just to get under Catnap’s skin a bit, “Oh, so you want me to blow raspberries on your tummy, huh~? Is that what you wanted all this time, you silly, impatient little ticklish brat~?”

Catnap pouts which drew a chuckle from Dogday, he found the pout to be both cute, and hilarious at the same time, “Aww, look at you pouting… how cute… but you never actually answered my question, you silly boy~ Do you really want me to blow raspberries on your cute, soft, ticklish tummy~?” With a sigh Catnap mumbles a “yes.”

Dogday smirked at getting Catnap to finally answer his question after all that stalling, he chuckled at Catnap’s response before he responded in a slightly teasing tone still, “Did you just say “yes”. So adorable~ But would you mind repeating that a little more clearly, you little brat~?” Dogday said, Catnap couldn’t explain why, but this was making him flustered, with a red face he answered with another “Yes!”

Dogday chuckled again at seeing Catnap all flustered and red, he liked the sight of it, a lot, and he loved seeing Catnap so desperate for him to blow raspberries on him. “Aww, is someone embarrassed by having to admit that all they want is for me to blow raspberries on their soft, ticklish tummy~?” Dogday cooed. This caused Catnap to look away from him, which in turn made Dogday chuckle, he thought Catnap’s efforts at hiding his flustered and embarrassed face were adorable and comical, “Oh, is the cute, impatient, and ticklish brat embarrassed at admitting that he wants me to blow raspberries on his cute, soft, tummy~?” the dog cooed some more, Catnap nods. Dogday found it funny how Catnap wasn’t even speaking anymore, just nodding silently, of course he had to tease him about it.

“You can’t even speak anymore, huh~? Is someone’s voice caught in their throat at the thought of me tickling their cute little tummy with my lips~?” Catnap’s nods are more frantic now. Dogday chuckled again, it was hilarious and adorable how embarrassed and flustered Catnap was getting at the thought of Dogday tickling him with raspberries.

“Someone’s nodding more frantic now, huh~? Is someone getting excited at the thought of my lips coming into contact with your cute, sensitive, ticklish belly~?”Dogday teased, Catnap started to kick his legs “Just get on with it already!”

This drew a chuckle out of the canine, he loved seeing the feline get even more impatient and desperate, and Dogday wanted to tease Catnap even more than before, he spoke in a slightly mocking tone, “Awwww, is someone getting even more impatient now~? Does someone need to be more patient and stop demanding that I “just get on with it already”~?” At this point Catnap would even beg for it to happen, the anticipation is killing him “Please! Just please, if you’re gonna do it, do it!” He begged. Dogday chuckled at Catnaps’s desperate pleading, he found it hilarious and adorable how desperate Catnap had gotten for Dogday to do this, he smirked one more time and spoke in a slightly teasing and mocking tone once more “Aww, is someone saying “please”, huh~? Is someone finally asking nicely for me to blow raspberries on their cute, ticklish stomach with my lips~?”

Catnap finally caved in, he admits a weak “yes” as he nods his head, Dogday chuckled once again as Catnap finally caved in and admitted a weak and nervous “yes”, he found it hilariously adorable how his friend finally broke down from all the build up, and was now nodding his head obediently.

“Awwww, was that so hard~? It took a while, but you finally admitted it~ But one more thing before we get started… you gotta promise me one thing first~” Dogday said as the cat huffed.Catnap pouted “more?” Dogday chuckled at his annoyed and pouty pout, he smirked before replying in a slightly teasing tone yet again, “Oh, is someone getting more annoyed now~? Well someone better start being a cooperative little brat and hear me out on this little proposition before I get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy~” this made Catnap stop his pouting Dogday chuckled at this, he found it adorable how Catnap had quickly changed his attitude from annoyed and pouty to obedient and listening. “Good boy~ Now then, to get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy of yours, there’s one thing you gotta promise me~” The warmer tone counterpart said, Catnap cocks a brow causing Dogday to smirk again, he was loving the adorable expressions the little brat was making, and he spoke in a slightly teasing and almost mocking tone once again “Oh don’t give me that look, silly boy… you better promise me that you won’t try to jerk away from me or roll over if you get too ticklish while I blow raspberries on your cute tummy~” Catnap hummed in thought before responding “Okay… I promise.”

Dogday grinned he decided he was now fully satisfied with Catnap’s level of obedience, he responded in an approving tone, “Good boy~ Are you ready for it… are you fully and completely ready… for me to blow raspberries on that cute, soft, tummy of yours~?”

Catnap nodded. Dogday smirked at Catnap’s little nod, he was absolutely loving how obedient and compliant Catnap was being at that point, Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone, “Alright then little brat, you better not break that promise you made to me… be a good boy and hold STILL… for me~”

Dogday smirked at Catnap bracing himself for the inevitable and slowly leaned his head closer to the cat’s tummy until his lips were practically touching Catnap. “You ready… you little, ticklish brat~?” He teased

Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone one last time before finally blowing a raspberry on his tummy. A squeal came from the cat as he bursts into melodic giggles. “EEK! Ehehehehe!” Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second adorable squeal and lifted his head off of Catnap’s stomach once more, he spoke in a slightly mocking and teasing tone again “Awww, that one tickle even more~?” He asked as he blew another raspberry, he also started nibbling on the cat’s rib cage in between raspberries to keep the cat up the wall.

“D-DOGDAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!” Catnap kicked his legs, “Yes my little ticklish kitty?” The canine teased, causing the cat to flush an even darker shade of red “IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” He thrashed his head from side to side, trying desperately to keep his torso still. Dogday shook his head and clicked his tongue, “I warned you.” He said before he lowers down and places tickly kisses all over Catnap’s belly, making the cat squeal again.“EHEHEHEHEH N-NO NAHAHAHAHAT KISSES!! THEHEHEHEY TICKLE SO BAHAHAD!” The feline squealed, his thrashing became more harsh, as his tail was thumping against the ground, showing that he was at least enjoying this. “Tickle tickle tickle kitty”

“SHUHUHUHUT UP!” The cat squealed causing the dog to smirk, Catnap had finally breaking out of his submissive and obedient attitude and was snapping at Dogday, and to be honest, he found the outburst both adorable and comical to see, Dogday laughed at Catnap’s reaction, “AHAHAHA~! Awww, is someone snapping at me now~? Losing their composure and breaking out of their submissive little brat phase that you’ve been in since I started blowing raspberries on your adorable little tummy~?”

“YEHEHEHEHES” Dogday couldn’t help but coo at Catnap’s adorable, unrestrained laughter and continued talking to Catnap in a teasing, mocking, and playful tone, “Is someone laughing a little loudly now~? Does someone’s tummy REALLY not be able to take too many raspberries~?”. Catnap shook his head, which Dogday chuckled at, “Nuh uh, your tummy is DEFINITELY really, REALLY ticklish huh~? And you REALLY can’t take too many raspberries on this cute little stomach of yours, huh~?” He said, his voice dripping with saccharine, this caused Catnap to break, “EEK!! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY YES!!”

Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s reaction, he responded in a teasing tone, “Awww~ You finally admitted that your cute little belly is SUPER ticklish huh~? AHAHAHAHA~! You gonna be able to handle any more of my raspberries on this adorable tummy~?”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” catnap begged, his face was a deep purple as he frantically nodded. Dogday chuckled again at Catnap’s frantic nods and beet-red face, he loved it when Catnap was getting all worked up and desperate because of the tickling, “Aww~, you were getting soooo worked up and panicked by just a few small raspberries on your cute little tummy, huh~? Poor little ticklish brat~”

Finally Dogday let up on the poor cat, leaving him a panting mess of giggles. Dogday offered a hand to the cat “You alright buddy?” He asked in a chipper tone. The cat reached up and grabbed his hand, only instead of belting Dogday pull him up, he dragged Dogday down to the ground, quickly using his tail to secure his wrists. “Did you seriously think I wasn’t going to get back at you?” He said in a mocking tone, calling back to Dogday’s retort. The canine groaned “no fair.” As the cat proceeded to start tickling his ribs.

Let’s just say the cycle repeated for the rest of the day.

[lowkeyrobin]

hey! (just wanna say I really love your writing and especially the ones on mental health)

could I ask for more of the reactions to an Australian accent, but with the cricket crew instead? (those who are okay with x reader ofc)

tysm!!! have a wonderful day!

ah omg thank you 🫶🫶🫶 I've been working really hard esp on those ones + the fact I've always kinda struggled w mental health stuff so I rlly pour my heart out into those ; and he's of course!! sorry if I misunderstood you on that last one by the way LMAO ; gonna keep this as a oneshot tho because it was way easier than a preference format for some reason ; also I wish we got more freddie, tommy, tubbo & ranboo pics while we could 😔🙏

HANDSOME BROS ; australian accent

summary ; youre the only aussie in a group of british kids (and an american)

warnings ; language, lots of ball jokes (sorry tommy)

word count ; 1.4k

masterlist

Showing up for Tubbathon 2024 was a wild one.

Having your hand duct taped to Tommy's was also a whole thing in itself. At least you weren't working with Ranboo, who had no idea how to cook, unlike their poor partner Freddie. Recipe For Disaster was probably a horrible idea to join.

You and Tommy, Green Team, versus Ranboo and Freddie, Orange Team.

You'd never really talked on stream before. You either communicated through Minecraft signs or in-game chats. If you did speak, however, you'd often use a voice changer to make you seem a little more understandable, as you knew your accent was a bit difficult to understand sometimes.

You'd also met with your friends in real life before, of course, but you made sure the entire trip you strained your voice to sound a little more understandable.

But, now cooking with one of your long-time friends, the big guy TommyInnit himself, you didn't seem as worried or insecure when you spoke. I mean, you'd barely spoken, but you were in a comfortable environment - Tubbo's house - and were accompanied by friends you'd known for a long time now.

The stream had started and Tubbo had explained your rules, leaving the two groups to get to cooking.

"Hey, mate, can you hold the bowl while I stir the eggs?" You kindly ask Tommy, wriggling a whisk out of the jar between the stations.

The blonde blinks in silence, staring at you, "Your accent went 0 to 100 very quickly, Y/n/n" He giggles.

"Wait, what?" You glance about, feeling a little nervous as you plop the whisk into the measuring cup, needing to stir the eggs.

"Not in a bad way! Like, I never noticed your fuckin' accent was so, like, heavy before? You didn't sound like that last time we met up, or talked" He shrugs as he explains himself.

"Oh" You shrug, watching as he secures his free hand around the handle of the glass measuring cup. You begin to whisk the eggs, poking at the yolks to make it go a little bit faster. "I mean, I usually use a little voice changer to make me a little more understandable"

"Ohhhhh, wait, that makes sense" He nods, "Ow! Calm down, I'm not trying to get surgery on my wrist now!" He quickly pulls his hand away, feeling something pop.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

He bites his tongue, nodding as you reach for his hand. "I'm good"

You gently grab his wrist, quickly and lightly kneading the area for him.

Ranboo looks up, seeing you two distracted in your green aprons. "They're taking a massage therapy break already" they comment, tapping Freddie on the shoulder.

"C'mon, man up, Tommy! You'll be okay" Freddie lightly smiles, cracking a few eggs over the measuring cup, which they'd just struggled to find.

"Dude, I just had surgery on my crowned jewels, I don't think I will!"

"Good God, help me now" You chuckle

Ranboo and Freddie go silent for a moment before the boy with the red hair speaks up.

"You weren't kidding about the voice changer, were you?"

You shake your head no, "Why would I lie about that, mate?"

The two shrug, hearing Tubbo fake yell at them for cheating since they were conversing with you. The four of you jokingly plan a rebellion that you'd put into place for later, deciding to focus on the food right now.

"Tommy, Tommy, the plate, not the floor! If you drop that I'll actually kill you"

"It's on the damn plate!"

Tommy quickly sets the pan down to help you fold the guacamole together, using his one hand to hold the bowl while you rushingly mix it all up. From the avocados to the lemon juice, you got it to a nice consistency, and, with a struggle, get a dab of it on the paper plate you were given next to the burrito.

"I think he's gonna like it either way, considering most of what he eats, he orders." You shrug, setting the bowl of guacamole down.

Tommy lightly laughs, "Yeah, that's true"

You were finished before the timer, luckily, however, Freddie and Ranboo were still working, using each hand to do their own tasks to work a little faster.

"Tubbo, can you understand me with my accent this thick?" You shout into the other room, purposely making your voice and accent sound a bit thicker to try and mess wirh him.

It's silence until he answers, like he needed to translate your words. "Barely!"

You and Tommy laugh, chatting away while the other group works.

"What's Australia even like? Just like... giant spiders and kangaroos?"

"Holy shit"

"I'm serious! It's not like I'm going anytime soon"

"Well, it's not that. It's like the UK but much warmer, and yeah, kinda scarier. It's like a real-life Better Minecraft mod"

"You guys have armored skeletons attacking you??" Tommy laughs as he teases you.

"I hate you!" You laugh

"I love how you say 'you', it sounds so dumb"

"It sounds like how you Brits say it!" You smile, using your free hand to try and fight him in a playful manner.

"Dumb in a nice way! Dumb in a nice way!" He shouts, trying to use his free hand to protect himself from the cat fight. "They weren't lying when they said you Aussies fight like wild animals, what's next, you gonna kick the shit out of me?" He asks, egging you on.

"I'm gonna kick you in the crown jewels if you don't shut up!" You joke, making him scream in terror, probably killing the viewers' ears as well.

He yelps, falling back as he drags you down with him, having slipped on himself.

"Tommy!"

"Ow!"

"Jesus Christ, they've broken each other's backs off that floor, I heard it" Freddie lightly laughs, holding the paper plate up for Ranboo so they could put the food on it. "I think Y/n's dead"

"Tubbo! We need the ambulance!" Ranboo laughs, "Get Eryn back here, they actually can't get up! The tied hands have impaired them tremendously"

"Tommy, just stand up!"

"My balls hurt!"

"Then let me stand up, I can't when you're holding your dick together!"

Eryn quickly rushes over, helping the both of you stand up slash getting Tommy to release his tied hand from his crotch. You help him up and pat him on the shoulder with your free hand as Tubbo wraps up the time.

In the end, your groups nearly tied, you and Tommy one point behind Freddie and Ranboo. Honestly, they did deserve the win.

"I still can't believe you fooled us with the voice changer, even changing your voice in real life. I swear, you sound totally different," Freddie lightly chuckles, freeing himself from the apron.

"In a good way, though" Ranboo adds, "Your accent is really fucking cool, trust me"

You lightly smile, freeing yourself from Tommy's sweaty hands. "Thanks- ow, holy shit!"

"You think that hurt?" The blonde teases, having ripped the rest of the duct tape of your hands.

"Piss off"

After the stream ended, Tubbo turned on some music while you guys cleaned up. He and Eryn were sorting out the lights, cameras, and microphone while the four of you cleaned up the kitchen. You decided to clean each other's messes, trying to make it a little more enjoyable, which none of you minded.

The music, picked my Tubbo himself, was an early 2000s hip hop mix, titled something like 'Greatest 2000s Hip Hop Hits' or something. And of course, Ranboo and Tommy were getting down to it, mostly leaving you and Freddie to do the cleaning while you laughed at them singing and dancing along.

Tommy was bouncing around, not focused on cleaning whatsoever as he tugs on your hand, wanting you to join in.

"Y/n, Freddie, cmon!"

"This isn't High School Musical, dude" You reply

"You deserve a break!" Ranboo shouts, pulling Freddie into whatever fucked up dance trapezoid you guys had going on.

You sigh and set down the cups you were washing and turn the water off. You spray the water from your hands on Freddie, starting a war as you join their little dance party.

Freddie gasps and smiles, throwing the little bit of water in the measuring cup at you in retaliation.

"Australian versus Brit! Who will win!?" Tommy shouts with a little laugh.

"Hopefully not the American"

You fake shudder and nod. "Yeah, I agree with that, Ranboo"

[littlemissthunderstorms]

gorgeous

alex turner x fem reader

i don’t really know how to summarize it, so just read and find out!! it’ll be a fun little surprise! (also i quoted a line from better than the movies in here, i just finished that book and i LOVED it so dearly)

i couldn’t choose just one song 😣

late afternoon was dull. rain poured outside and the sky was grey, adding to the melancholy of the day. as you sit on the couch next to your best friend alex, you couldn’t help but stare at the rain pattering against the window, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. you had just recently broken up with your boyfriend, you realized he wasn’t the one and it made you sad. it was easy to let your thoughts spiral, you wondered if you’d ever find your person, if anyone would ever love you that much. could you be loved? you didn’t want to be lonely forever and then become an old lady living alone with her fifty cats in an old apartment. would you die alone? oh my god and then who would even take care of the cats? would anyone even know you died? what if- “ahem.” you jumped slightly, raising your eyebrows at alex who was looking at you with a funny expression, accompanied by a head tilt.

“soo movie or no?” alex chuckled. “you ruined my train of thought.” you smiled as you kicked him playfully. alex had always been your best friend, you had always been there for eachother and this was no different. he’d been hanging out at your house practically the second your boyfriend had moved out and you didn’t mind at all. alex laughed softly, brown eyes not leaving yours. as you gazed at the boy, your smile faded into a frown, your earlier thoughts returning to haunt you. alex noticed this, furrowing his brows. “you alright?” you hadn’t really allowed yourself to overthink too much since your boyfriend left, and now that you had really thought about being alone, it destroyed you. anxiety plagued you, filling you only with distress and thoughts of loneliness.

“i dunno.” you shifted your gaze to your lap, fiddling with your rings. “you wanna talk about it?” alex shuffled closer to you on the couch. you shrugged, eyes still fixated on your lap, averting his gaze. “is it about him?” you noticed how close alex was, causing your heart to race a little faster. “um- no.” you paused. “well, yes, related. i mean, it’s not exactly about him, like the fact that i miss him or anything. which i dont. not really. that seems kinda mean, but it’s true.”

you looked up at alex nervously to find him looking back at you, silently urging you to continue talking. “its just- i’m nervous i’ll never find anyone. sounds fucking stupid now that i’m saying it aloud but um..” you gulped nervously. alex eyes were soft and caring and the effect he had on you right now was concerning. nevertheless, you continued.“i’m scared to be alone forever, i just want to love someone and be loved. and i’m so scared thats not going to happen and i’m scared nobody will ever find me pretty enough to love me. i dont know.” you weren’t even thinking now, the storm of anxiety that occupied your mind now letting loose. “i’m just nervous i guess. i dunno, its silly.” you sighed “maybe i’m just overthinking.”

you kept your gaze on your lap as you finished your rant, too flustered to look at alex. he was close. really close. why was your stomach all swirly? the thunder outside filled the silence for a few moments. alex grabbed your hand, causing you to meet his eyes. “hey. don’t think like that. you’re gorgeous.” the way alex was talking to you, the way he was looking at you, soft brown eyes shimmering in the candlelight, all smiley and sweet. it was getting hard to breathe. you were so distracted by him that you forgot to respond. “thank you.” you muttered pathetically, making him chuckle softly, hand not leaving yours. the house was quiet besides the muffled sound of thunder and rain from the nasty storm outside that was getting more intense by the minute. candles and lamps emitted a soft glow throughout the room, casting faint shadows on the walls.

the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. your eyes darted down to his lips for a split second before quickly looking back up at his eyes. shit. don’t look at his lips don’t look at his lips. the tension was so thick you were sure lightning was bound to strike between you two any second. the house was too quiet. was he getting closer? you nervously broke eye contact for a split second, your stomach fluttering as you looked back at him. he didn’t move, eyes still locked on yours. your face heated. “um- so what movie did you wanna wat-“you didn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were all over yours, nose pressed into your cheek and hand cupping your face. he kissed you like it was his job and he wanted a raise. you eagerly kissed him back, squeezing his hand tightly as you brought your other hand up to rest on his shoulder. he leaned over you, gently pressing you against the arm of the couch as he kissed the shit out of you. you brought your free hand to grab ahold of his hair, deepening the kiss which elicited a sigh out of him.

the intensity of the kiss increased as a strike of lightning illuminated the sky for a few moments, a loud boom of thunder following, rumbling the ground. you pushed your hand up his shirt, his skin warm. his tongue slid across yours. his hands were in your hair. your leg was wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened, teeth colliding and soft sighs filling the air. another rumble of thunder shook the ground and just like that, the lights were out. you broke the kiss, the two of you gasping for air. the room was dark, almost pitch black.

and if it weren’t for the soft light of the streetlamps, the glow of the candle in the other room, or the incandescent moonlight, you might’ve not been able to see alex smiling down at you.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

hope this made you giggle and kick your feet, goodnight!

ps. this is like my third time writing anything ever so if it’s bad don’t come for me

[maggeemoo]

Tarnished Mirror; Ch. 3

-[CW: Violence, Choking (and not the good kind~)]-

A cacophony of clangs is all that can be heard now, other than the brief, split-second moments of heavy breathing. With every impact, a little bit of rust chips away from Jaune’s sword, and yet the blade is still somehow impossibly sharp.

With every step and swing, Pyrrha realizes more and more just how outmatched she is. Even using her semblance proves mostly useless, Jaune’s sheer skill enough to beat her at her own game. With one more push of Polarity though, Pyrrha locks the grip of her Semblance around Jaune’s blade, stopping it in its tracks just before it was about to slash her chest.

He pushes harder and harder to try and beat it, every single part of him pouring every ounce of his strength into overpowering her. For a second he does, but Pyrrha takes the moment to focus on his armor, using her Semblance to grab it and launch him backward suddenly. He flies into the already ruined tent, but it doesn’t take long for him to stand up from the cloud of sand and paper. “So your Semblance has evolved enough to mimic other Semblances now? Maybe the Monster’s stories weren’t him being scared, I hate to say it but he might have been right about something; you being a threat.”

For some reason, Pyrrha sees a pale yellow sheen form around Jaune before it grows brighter and brighter… and then shatters, his aura having disabled and broken itself somehow. As the yellow particles fade into the air he also starts… taking off his armor, reaching underneath the plates and unlatching the leather straps that kept them in place.

Now completely unarmored save for the thin clothes he was wearing under the armor, Jaune finally takes the helmet off and tosses it aside, also dropping his sword. He takes a big breath before he lunges again, much faster now and somehow even stronger than before.

Without any metal for Pyrrha’s Semblance to latch onto, she struggles and fails to dodge Jaune’s attacks. With him being unarmored now, she doesn’t even try to block out of fear of hurting him. Finally after a long struggle, Pyrrha just barely loses her footing, giving Jaune a perfect opening.

He pounces and grabs her, his grip strong around her neck. But his grip isn’t what starts hurting, the pain in Pyrrha instead seeming to radiate from inside her. She tries to scream, to say anything at all, but she can’t breathe. 

But for some reason, neither can he.

His grip is getting tighter, but in her struggle, Pyrrha sees a strange imprint around Jaune’s neck as well. It looked like his own hands were just invisible and squeezing his own throat shut, his face turning blue much sooner than Pyrrha’s. Pyrrha hesitates, tears starting to fall from her eyes, but she mouths “I’m sorry” before kicking Jaune square in the stomach, causing him to choke and fall to the side.

Pyrrha quickly chokes out a breath, rasping for air now that she can breathe at all. As soon as she’s sure that she can, though, she hurries to check on Jaune, rolling him over so he’s on his back.

Without his aura, Pyrrha’s strong kick knocked him out cold. He’s still breathing, in fact he’s already seeming to stir awake. She eeks out a sigh of relief, tears still falling from her face as she kneels over him. But with how much he seemed ready to kill her, she looks for her weapons just in case he pounces as soon as he’s up.

She sees them just a few steps away, probably thrown around in her struggle to get out of his grasp. She uses her Semblance to bring them to her… Or she tries to, only to find that she can no longer feel the draw of magnetism. She tries and tries, but it just isn’t there anymore. What’s worse is that she can’t see the red sheen around herself, where she’d normally feel the strain on her Aura from trying to use her Semblance.

She can’t feel her Aura at all. It’s not broken, just… gone. In its place is just that searing pain from when Jaune was on top of her, clamping her throat shut. It’s slowly fading, already much more of a sting than a burn, but Pyrrha’s aura is still nowhere to be seen.

She can’t even hope to win against Jaune now, with how strong he’s gotten she needs her aura and semblance to even hope to survive against him. So without any other choice, Pyrrha gets up and runs, grabbing her weapons as she flees. Jaune, now finally waking up, only sees the flurry of sand as Pyrrha kicks it up, and in his dazed state, all he can do is watch. Just as Pyrrha vanishes into the jungle, she glances back to see Jaune trying and failing to get up, managing to stand only to fall right back down. Only two words rush through her mind as she sprints away, feeling strangely cold now that the strange searing pain is fading.

I’m sorry.

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With Pyrrha’s exceptional athleticism combined with the adrenaline of nearly being killed, it takes at least an hour before the burn of exhaustion finally seeps into her legs. Soon after, her lungs burn just as much, but compared to the searing pain of whatever Jaune did to her this pain is… strangely welcome.

Pyrrha doesn’t stop running just yet though, with how cold she felt without her Aura and Semblance part of her wants to keep feeling this burn, a strangely comforting warmth. But eventually it becomes too much, the burn turning to numbness–something that Pyrrha is currently just fine with as opposed to everything else around her–and then to a sort of prickly fuzzy feeling, overpowering her senses enough to make her trip in some of the sand… no, mud? 

Looking upwards, Pyrrha sees thick grey clouds looming overhead, all pouring down a torrent of rain. How she was even still running in the thick mud, she doesn’t know, but she does know that now she’s tripped and fallen, she’s absolutely caked in mud.

She gets up and glances around, quickly spotting a larger-ish tree with leaves big enough to at least somewhat shield her from the sudden downpour. As soon as she’s under the cover of the canopy, she lets some rainwater collect in her hands to try and wash herself, or at least rinse herself off. It works just fine, but when she goes to wipe off what she assumes to be warm mud from her face, nothing comes off.

Wiping at her face, she does get a little bit of mud off of her forehead and out of her hair, but her face as a whole seems to already be clean. And yet her cheeks and jaw still feel warm and slick, water still dripping from her face.

It takes her a good few seconds of trying to dry her face to realize that she was crying so much that her tears washed the mud away.

All of a sudden her emotions crash into her like a tsunami hitting a floodwall. She feels her heart beating, her throat closing up as she chokes out sudden sobs. Only now does the burn in her legs feel unwelcome, feeling to her like someone was pressing hot coals against her skin. Her legs give out, knees buckling under her own weight. The ground around the tree is thankfully not muddy, but Pyrrha hisses in pain as she lands on rocks.

“H-Hey! Just because I’m smaller than you doesn’t mean you can try to sit on me!” A tiny, somewhat quiet voice squeaks out from behind Pyrrha. She turns around to see a small mouse hiding behind a rock, clearly a little damp from the rain. With the absurdity of the whole situation, all that Pyrrha can think to do is laugh under her breath.

“W-What’s so funny? You nearly s-squashed me you know!” The mouse says, looking both scared and angry at the same time as Pyrrha calms down, both her crying and laughter dying down.

“S-Sorry, sorry, I just… Heh, everything’s just too much. Last thing I remember I was fighting in Beacon, and then I was just standing here. Then I find Jaune and he’s aged for whatever reason, and so much stronger than before… Where even am I?”

“Jaune? Do you mean the Rusted Knight? Are you friends with him?” Pyrrha takes a minute to think before responding to that, her mind racing with too much information to think clearly. “I am, or at least I was. But he’s changed, and for some reason, he thought I was someone else.”

“Maybe you just knew the old him! I’ve never met him myself but some of the older people in my village have, and they say not to talk to him. Everyone says that he used to be nice but one day when he visited he was different and hasn’t changed since.” The mouse says calmly, having already forgotten that Pyrrha nearly squished them when she fell.

“Really? Were there any other people like him; like me with him?”

“I don’t know, but I think I heard someone in the village say something about two smaller ones with him.” Smaller ones? Why would Jaune have children with him? Wait, the broken sword and the rusty armor…

“The kids- er, smaller ones, was one of their names Alyx?” Pyrrha asks the little mouse, something starting to click in her head.

“Alyx? Hmm… I think I heard someone say that name a while ago, but I’m not sure… I could lead you to my village to ask around if you want!” The mouse says as the both of them look out to see the rain is starting to lighten up.

“I… I’d love to, really, but with how Jaune- uh, the Rusted Knight really seems to want me dead, I don’t think it’d be a good idea to get you and your people caught in the crossfire. Even if he didn’t attack you directly, you all could get caught underfoot.”

The mouse frowns a little, but a tiny spark in their eyes looks almost content, like they’re fine with waiting for something. “Alright then, I guess I can just give you some directions at least! You see that path over there?” The mouse asks, pointing to a lightly-trodden path just past a small clearing. Pyrrha looks over and nods, seeing that it leads up to the cliffs that she’s currently below. 

“If you go that way then you’ll eventually get somewhere that you can look around, it usually leads up to one of the higher cliffs too so you’ll be able to see plenty!”

“Thanks… Wait, what do you mean it usually leads to the higher cliffs?” Pyrrha asks, unsure of what the mouse means exactly.

“Oh, the path is never the same! Going down you end up in the same place but going up is always different, and for whatever reason unless you want someone to follow you they’ll end up on a different path, so the Knight won’t be able to follow you!” The mouse answers cheerfully, Pyrrha smiling as the strange little creature cheers her up a little.

“Oh, that’s… that’s perfect actually. Thank you, uhh… I didn’t get your name, what is it?” Pyrrha asks, only just now realizing that she hasn’t known the mouse’s name at all.

“Name? I’m too young, don’t have one yet! I kinda want to be an Explorer though so that could be a good one…” The mouse answers, getting a little lost in thought. “Ah well, no use thinking about it! What’s yours?” “Mine? I’m Pyrrha, Pyrrha Nikos. And wouldn’t Explorer be more of a title than a name?”

The mouse takes a good second to think about Pyrrha’s question, not fully understanding. “Aren’t they the same thing? And you’ve got a weird name, how does one Pyrrha Nikos?” Pyrrha can’t help but let a chuckle escape before answering, the brief pause letting her see that the rain has died down to a very light drizzle. “A name isn’t what you do, little one, that’s your title. Names are just what you call people.”

For a moment Pyrrha could swear that she sees steam coming from the cute little mouse’s ears, their mind working overtime and still not wrapping around what she said. “I’m sure it’ll make sense eventually!”

Another giggle escapes Pyrrha’s lips, her breath feeling much calmer than before and not hurting with every inhale and exhale at all. “I’m sure you’ll get it. In any case I hope that you stay safe, little one. And maybe you will be an explorer, or maybe your destiny is to guide the journey of others. Either way, thank you for the help, little one.” Pyrrha says as she stands up, being careful to not fall and smush the mouse.

“I’ll certainly try, Pyrrha Nikos! If I do become an explorer then I hope to run into you again during my travels!” The mouse says, cheerfully waving as Pyrrha waves back, heading towards the path the little mouse pointed to.

Some small part of Pyrrha hoped that they would meet again, thankful to have met such a friendly face in such an unfriendly place. As soon as her feet hit the path, Pyrrha finally felt a sense of direction. She put one foot in front of the other again and again, seeing the path before her loop a few times just like when she first arrived here. But she trekked on.

And soon she saw a new path, the one behind her nowhere to be seen.

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(That's the end of Chapter Three, everything past this is just me the author rambling~ And here's a link to the Previous Chapter, and a link to Chapter One! I'll get a link to Chapter Four as soon as it's up~)

Hello again everyone! Sorry that Chapter Three took so dang long to post, put simply I got a little bit of writer's block and combined with being a college student in the midst of finals I had to put a few things on the backburner~ Regardless I hope you can enjoy it, I'm really happy with it right now so I'm gonna post it before I can start criticizing my own work~

As usual a large chunk of credit has to go to @pilot-boi for the original idea of the Mirror Man which I'm incorporating into this AU, so big thanks to them and go give them all the love if you haven't already!

Oh and one more thing, would you guys like me to make a masterpost with all the chapters at some point? I'm not new to tumblr as a whole but I certainly am when it comes to posting so it'll take a bit but if you want it I'll get on it! Anyways with that out of the way, I hope that everyone has a wonderful day/night, and that you're all doing wonderful all around! I'll be seeing ya around~

[galadrieljones]

Are you taking writing prompts from that list? If so, then, uh, how about Traveler's Inn, a folded letter, and hopeful for the lovely Sene?

Thank you ^_^ Here is Sene Lavellan and Thom Rainier in the Hinterlands, not long before the events of Veilguard.

Solavellan | 1600 words

Lost and Found

She sat at the bar, at the Red Fox tavern in the Hinterlands. She had been to the Red Fox many times, had once lived there, in fact, several years before, when she made it a regular habit to visit Lace. That month, she was bored, so she had started a little a hunting class, in the village, teaching a group of children, sitting in a circle by the lake. She showed them how to fletch arrows and how to build long bows from simple things in the environment. She showed them how to shoot arrows into clay jars. And each day, when she was all finished, she came back to the Red Fox, where everybody knew her name, but not in the diplomatic sense. In the neighborly sense, which was a comfort.

Thom Rainier was also in town. She remembered how he first showed himself earlier that day, standing off to the side as she taught her little class, sipping some sort of brandy out of a wooden cup. He knew to meet her there, as he'd been caught by one of her many couriers running messages to friendly faces in the area. Something she liked to do whenever she traveled anywhere. The thing about being Sene was that, even as much of her old people had gone their separate ways in the years before, nearly all of them still, to some extent, found home here and there with the Inquisition, and if Sene was nearby, they would come to meet her. Building bridges in Ferelden, reconstruction efforts in Orlais, natural disaster relief, diplomatic negotiation, bandit management, etc. etc. Even when she was alone, she was never truly alone.

That week, Thom was in the Hinterlands on an errand from Josie, who had sent him to negotiate an Inquisition treaty with a local group of separatist mages, just south of Redcliffe. Sene saw Thom and Josie often, as they spent a great deal of time at Skyhold, but she, herself, rarely spent extended time at Skyhold. Her nomadic roots had won out over the years. She liked to travel around, stay at inns with the commoners. Of course she was always escorted by a heavy detail of intimidating Inquisition soldiers, all of them still under Cullen's command, but other than that, it was almost like being normal. Almost.

The Red Fox Inn, if you'll recall, is inside a cave, and that night, it twinkled with lovely, magical candlelight, and it had a tree inside, growing all the way up, up and out the top, a natural skylight, which the moonlight poured through on clear evenings. Surface dwarves and free apostates loitered here. It had a cozy atmosphere, if not witchy, with warm brews and bartenders who tended toward magic. There was always a bard, who sang late into the night.

Thom showed up around nine-thirty. Sene was drinking her champagne, alone, mostly staring at her hands and listening to the music. They'd had a plan to meet, after his negotiations at the separatist base, but he was late. When he sat down, he ordered a whiskey, up, and seemed tired. When Sene asked what was going on, he sighed and handed her a letter, on stained paper, folded in quarters.

"It's from Lace," he said. "Postmark is Minrathous."

"Where did you get this?" said Sene. She took the letter, but she didn't want to open it.

"I stopped at Lace's house, to pick up her mail, as humbly requested. Imagine my surprise to find a letter, sent to her residence, but addressed to you."

"I spend a lot of time there," said Sene. "Especially when Lace is away. She probably thought it would be faster than trying to reach me at Skyhold."

"You should read it," said Thom. The bartender gave him his whiskey, and he swallowed it in a single gulp. He ordered another. "Right now."

"Did you open it?" said Sene, surprised.

"I might have."

"Thom."

"I was curious," he said, dropping his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Sene, but I know why they're there. Solas, he was my friend. He is my friend. It's been almost ten years. I just want to know."

"You want to know what?"

"If he's alive," said Thom, emptying a few silvers onto the bar as he was served another. "That's all. So, read it, won't you? I may have opened the envelope, but I was too guilty to actually read the thing myself." He took a long gulp, slower this time. His eyes were watery as he looked at her. "Go on, Sene."

Sene did not want to read the letter. Her stomach hurt as the bard switched songs. It was a love song, one Sene had heard before. Somewhere nearby, a group of fancy tourists from Orlais, sharing their third pitcher of mead, burst into raucous laughter.

"I still feel him," she said, holding the letter in her fingers, imagining the old days, when he would have been there with her, at the Red Fox. It was one of his favorite haunts. "In dreams. I let him in. I just do."

"What does it feel like?" said Thom, understanding. He finished his drink. "Or do I want to know?"

"It just feels...familiar. It didn't used to. I used to be angry with him, all the time. But now, whenever I feel him, I think about Haven, because I think I miss Haven the most. I can tell he likes it there. Everything is so simple. We talk, sometimes. Sort of."

"Have you been back to Haven?" said Thom. "Since it all went down?"

"Yes," said Sene. "I went once, with Abelas, years ago, right before the Exalted Council. I went back with Ameridan, too. It's empty, forgotten. But in my dreams, it's like it used to be."

"I remember once, at Haven, I got so damned drunk at the pub, Solas carried my ass home, all by himself. I was leaning against him so hard, thought I might break him in half. But you know Solas. Strong as a bloody ox. He snarked at me the entire time. Maker, I miss those days."

"Me, too."

"So, open the letter," said Thom. "And, please, Inquisitor, drink your bloody champagne. I don't want to be tipsy on my lonesome tonight." He signaled the bartender for a refill. "Fucking separatists. The treaty succeeded, but not without considerable...diplomatic stress."

Sene smiled at this. It was funny to her, the lengths to which Thom was willing to go to learn diplomacy, for Josie. She took a long drink. So long, the bubbles filled her head with stars. Then, she looked at the letter, and she unfolded it slowly.

"What's it say?" said Thom.

Sene stared at the words. The handwriting, it wasn't Lace's, or Varric's for that matter. She was shocked. Her heart felt high up, like it was beating in her throat, and in her forehead. She felt dizzy all of a sudden and had to steady herself against the bar.

"Sene?"

"It's not from Lace," she said, looking up at Thom. She showed it to him, put it right there in front of his face on the bar. "Thom, it's not from Lace."

"Who the hell is it from?"

"It's from him," said Sene, seeing the words, the dark ink, how it bled off the page in places where the letter had been stained and dampened on its journey, all the way from Tevinter. "He's in Minrathous. It's from Solas."

Together, they read the letter, which was not long. It said:

Dearest Sene. I have heard it is easiest to reach you by way of Scout Harding these days. I know you spend a lot of time in the Hinterlands, and in some ways, so have I these past several years. I don't know why I'm writing you. It's been so long. I have been alone under these ancient, wounded skies. It will be best if this letter is lost on a freighter, while crossing the Waking Sea. Maybe shredded by pirates. If it never reaches you at all.

But should it reach you, then perhaps that is a sign. If, like me, it finds itself lost, then found again. What I must do, it will be soon, vhen'an. Keeping you safe, and all of our friends from the old days, that is the one thing I have considered most of all. Ensuring your safety is, in fact, why this has all taken me so long. Again, I don't know why I am writing this, other than to say, I have enjoyed our dreams together. The scent, the sounds of them. The fireflies in your hair. Your hair, which is always the same, even when I can tell you've tried to change it. I still love you, Sene.

-Solas

"Maker's fucking balls," said Thom. He seemed overwhelmed, as if this was absolutely the last thing he expected. He took Sene's hand. She had begun to cry. "Sene. Are you all right?"

As she cried though, she did not feel sad. She felt hopeful. Just to hear from him, directly. To know it wasn't all just dreams and quiet inklings in the middle of the night. Much of Sene's anger, she had put it away years before. Save for on rare occasions, when it consumed her, as the briefest blaze. Mostly, she had found acceptance, but she did not expect this letter. She folded up the letter and put it in her pocket. Then she dried her tears on her sleeve. "Yes," she said. "I'm all right, Thom. Let's have another, shall we?"

She ordered two more whiskeys, up, and they drank them in jovial remembrance, telling stories about the old days, as they listened to the bard play a familiar song.

[chambersandfogg]

December 4th, 1924

My dear Mr. Chambers,

Where in the world are you today? Have you fled Europe yet? Not that the continent is a place that needs to be fled from these days, but if the papers are anything to go by, this year hasn’t exactly been uneventful over there. What a mess we all made of things. I still can’t claim to understand why you wanted to go back there in the first place, but I have been enjoying the postcards. And I will admit some envy over getting to see the Games of the Olympiad. Your letter about it only just arrived, postmarked from Czechoslovakia of all places. I can’t tell if you just failed to send it from France over the summer, or if you didn’t write it until well after.

You’re usually good about dating your letters. You’re usually very good about writing them. But you’ve been across the sea for a year now and I have a paltry stack of missives on my desk. Then again, you haven’t received many from me, though I refuse to take full responsibility for that. You’re a hard man to track down, Charles Chambers, and you haven’t left me an address to write back to in four months. Three whole letters, two postcards, and, I imagine, several countries ago. Which means this, like many others, will most likely go unsent by me and unread by you.

I suppose that provides me a venue in which to be more honest than I typically am. Not that I’ve ever held back my mind in your presence. One of us has to say what he’s truly thinking and it’s never going to be you. I’m not sure why I’m bothering with the ritual of writing to you at all, but I'm about to open a new show and usually I’d be sending you an invitation. That’s never been a guarantee that you’d come, but the hand would be outstretched as it always is.

I think I’m quite miffed with you. You left the country with hardly any word. Simply a letter from London, three weeks after you’d already vacated the city, saying that you were going wandering for an unknown amount of time. Not a particularly typical move of Charles Chambers. And even less characteristic is the lack of plan you seem to have. I don’t think you’d keep your next destination from me on purpose—or, at least, I can’t think of a reason why you wouldn’t want me to know where you’re going, to give me some indication of where to send correspondence—which means that you have little idea of your next stop on your Grand Tour. Why the aimless traveling, Charles? For what purpose are you circling the globe with no map?

It isn’t that I don’t have plenty to entertain me. The theater is booming and bustling, the money and interest pouring in faster than I can mount new productions. And I can hardly keep up with every new musical act that’s playing in the jazz clubs. The talent is astounding. I’ve even taken myself to a moving picture twice this year and still find the whole thing as charming as I did when we saw that one picture last year. My parties have gone from delightful affairs to gatherings of legend and sometimes I wonder if this is what we fought the war for. So that life could be only this from now on—art and music and laughter and sparkling champagne poured by bold women in sparkling dresses. I’m not sure if it’s a fair bargain, all told, but it is one of which I’m happy to be on the other side.

I won’t say that I miss your company. We both know that you’re hardly wonderful company on the best of days and I know you don’t hold the same joie de vivre for the frivolity of our present moment. But I don’t enjoy not knowing where you are. I feel off balance hearing from you so infrequently. I find myself wondering what it is you’re doing at random times throughout the day and wishing I could tell you how I’m spending my days.

The harsh reality is, Charles, that you are the person on this earth who knows me best. And that’s been the case for some years, but in your absence that fact has begun to sink into my mind in new and terrifying ways. I don’t want to be reliant on your understanding.

There isn’t any point to finishing this letter in its usual manner. It’s simply going to be shoved into a drawer along with the rest.

[a letter never sent by J.S. Fogg]

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[askruimizuki]

"Give me my usual, but make it strong. Or just. . .something a little stronger than usual." Romeo is clearly not in the mood tonight. But if he wants to get drunk faster it sounds like he might want to talk about it.

". . .tell me again how your. . ." He makes a gesture that, perhaps, meant something more direct to an Italian, "social dynamic with your previous house was. The general students in particular."

The ghouls always struggled with them, but Rui always seemed to have an easier time than most. . .if only with women. / @ficoandleo

Oh boy… Romi sure seemed to be in a sour mood tonight. That in mind, Rui made sure his drink was a little stronger than normal. To help ease his tension and worries. If that didn’t work, he could always blow a magical little kiss. His stigma sure did work charms on those with heavier hearts.

Practiced hands would get to work, diligently and with memorization, mixing the cocktail before pouring it into the glass and setting it down on the bar. His gloved hand remained seated on the edge and pale ruby eyes softening. The question seemed almost out of nowhere but he had been asked far stranger. Just not usual of Romi to ask them.

A little hum leaving before his casual smile crept over. “The general students-?” A brief parroting before Rui launched into his explanation, “Well, I guess it really depending on the person. I made sure to remember everyone’s name. Or at least give them a nickname. People like it when you remember them, ya know?” A chuckle. “Especially the girls. And try to remember one fact about them. They eat it up. Oh but- I always ask about their day and listen.”

“I wouldn’t say I was super close to any of them. But friendly terms for sure.” A pause. “Ahhh… some would avoid me just cause I was a ghoul. But I didn’t let it bother me any. Some people just take a bit more to warm up to ya. And I let whatever they say just roll off my back. Legit, I don’t even think I can process any insults anymore.” He laughed.

“You sorta heard them all after a while. Though, you always have the most clever ones, Romi.” A pause. Now shifting the topic back to his regular. “What’s on your mind tonight? You know I’ll always lend a listening ear to you, Romi.”

[hyenahunt]

Rouge & Ruby: Epilogue - 2 (END)

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Nagisa, Jun, Ibara

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Mirei (Adam) & hyenahunt (Eve)

Hiyori: And that would mean this is the perfect time for our Venture into V-day Project, yes? Eden's Valentine's Day isn't over just yet...♪

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Time: A few days later

Hiyori: Come and look! Our chocolates are still trending on social media!

They're simply so beautiful that despite their delicious taste, no one can bear to eat them and they're desperate for a way to preserve them instead!

Nagisa: ...Our fans sure think of the strangest things. Why preserve them?

Jun: Maybe they wanna keep 'em as souvenirs~?

I happened to see a blog report of someone's Chocolat Fes experience, too.

It seems like that person was also looking to keep a record of all the feelings they had during it while it was still fresh in their mind, so they poured 'em out into a post and published it on their blog.

Hiyori: So that's yet another way to preserve things, is it? It brings me such delight to know that all these memories of Chocolat Fes seem so engraved upon everyone's hearts. ♪

Nagisa: ... The atmosphere in the venue after Eden's performance was also quite impactful. How would one explain it...

Hiyori: It certainly felt as if we'd enchanted everyone into entrusting their bodies and hearts to us, didn't it? It felt the same as our usual performances, yet ever so slightly different...

Jun: Maybe that's just the atmosphere you can't experience anytime other than on Valentine's Day — or Chocolat Fes, even~

And I mean, we got the exact reaction we wanted ♪ Ibara, you feel the same way, yeah? —

Ibara: ......

Hiyori: Whatever is with that expression? Chocolat Fes went exactly as you envisioned and now we're all talking about it, Ibara — you ought to look a little more delighted!

In fact, shouldn't you be the one to talk about all this?

Ibara: — Unlike everyone else, I'm very busy being productive over here!

Besides, making Eden experience a normal Valentine’s Day or something was all Your Highness's idea, was it not?

Even though Valentine’s Day has passed, why are you making me make chocolate by hand!? I am terribly baffled!

Nagisa: ... Isn't that because Hiyori-kun wanted to experience a normal Valentine’s Day with Eden…?

Ibara: That doesn't answer my question. I demand a proper explanation, Jun.

Jun: Wha? Why're you asking me? I'm literally the second most productive one here, right after you!

Ibara: One would assume so. Though His Excellency has some experience in cooking out of personal interest, he is still new to making sweets. Meanwhile, His Highness —

Hiyori: My job is to cast a Spell of Scrumptiousness on everyone's chocolate once they're done... ♪

Ibara: — Won’t even lift a finger. He is loafing about because Jun won’t allow him to offer his assistance.

And here I am, having done all this work to find a recipe His Excellency can more easily follow, so I can delegate some of the work to him...

Nagisa: ...I've already become a master at mixing ingredients until smooth.

Ibara: Wonderful, Your Excellency, your quick learning is a valuable aid! Now, please combine the ingredients you have just mixed!

Afterwards, put the combined ingredients in plastic wrap and allow to chill in the refrigerator!

Nagisa: … Okay, I understand ♪

Jun: Well, I mean at least Nagi-senpai's actually interested in cooking. For us, I'm pretty sure it'd be faster for me to do everything on my own.

I did consider letting that guy chop the chocolate, but for some reason even just the thought of letting him hold a kitchen knife is kinda terrifying...

Hiyori: ?

Jun: ...but in any case, there's not all that much for me to explain.

Back when I had no idea you worked things out on your own and was stuck stressing over what I said to you, I tried talking it out with Ohii-san...

And during our talk, we realised neither of us had any clue what a normal Valentine's Day was like. We figured you and Nagi-senpai probably didn't either.

So it was kinda gonna be an issue if we were gonna perform at Chocolat Fes without even knowing how the average person spends Valentine's.

And that's how the Venture into V-day Project was born.

Ibara: …But if this was for Chocolat Fes, then do you not find it strange to be doing this after the event is over?

Hiyori: Well, we were just so endlessly busy all the way up until Chocolat Fes that there simply wasn't any time for it.

And now since Chocolat Fes is over, just think of this delicious chocolate-making experience as our after-party for a job well done.

Ibara: …*sigh*…

Hiyori: By the way, once all the chocolate is done, we'll also reenact amongst ourselves the experience of giving and receiving chocolates.

So with that in mind, everyone, do take care to make your chocolate with love...♪

Ibara: With love?

Jun: Ah... Sorry, this part's my fault.

My only impression of Valentine's Day is from a shoujo manga I read, and well, Ohii-san took a look, too.

Seems like that made him wanna experience the whole giving and receiving chocolate thing, as well as all the heart-fluttery excitement that comes along with it.

Ibara: What "heart-fluttering excitement" are you expecting from doing this with unit members?

Jun: Well, we might at least get some kinda warm and fuzzy feeling, right? Not that I'd know ♪

Ibara: — Good grief. I've gotten myself wrapped up in something very troublesome. My hands are still quite full with Chocolat Fes-related work, you know.

Job requests have come rolling in by the dozen after our resounding success.

Nagisa: .. Then, that means Ibara's Chocolat Fes is still ongoing, right?

Hiyori: And that would mean this is the perfect time for our Venture into V-day Project, yes? Eden's Valentine's Day isn't over just yet...♪

Ibara: These are two separate matters.

Jun: … says you, but it looks to me like you're the one who's making the fanciest chocolate here, Ibara~

Nagisa: …I’m curious, what are you making? It looks like the most delicious one here. I'm interested.

Ibara: It's not just “it looks like”; I'll have you know that it actually is the most delicious one. I'm going to make the best chocolates here, appearance included.

Even though we are just making sweets, I don’t intend to lose, after all!

So everyone, please look forward to the end result…☆

Hiyori: Well, after hearing a boast like that, I simply can't wait to see how it turns out♪

Nagisa: … I agree, I'm looking forward to trying it.

Jun: Um, this project isn't supposed to be a competition...

... But well, it's just like Ibara to always crave first place in anything and everything, huh?

Jun: — Alrighty. I'm gonna give my chocolate my best shot, too, so we can all enjoy this Valentine's thing together as Eden~♪

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Shoreside //female reader x Shigaraki // 18+ // (Loan shark Au) PART 2

Summary: You start getting money and Shigaraki's attention

Tw: Oral (Male receiving), Praise if you squint, hint of trauma/backstory

Fun Fact: I really like Shigaraki (If you couldn't tell)

The Sunrays hit your face, violently stuttering your doze. You perked up almost instantly, your mind attacking you with the horrid memories of the night before. Your eyes closed for a second trying to forget you’d run into a man like him, and instead of getting Ume back in eye sight. 

Your eyes wandered around the room, searching for any signs of tampering while you dozed off for awhile, but after coming to the safe conclusion that nobody had disturbed the demented peace you grabbed your clothes from yesterday and cautiously stepped outside the door, ignoring the strain and soreness of your legs, beckoning you to sit back down. As you peered around the hallway, you saw a man with a distorted purple hue for a face, tending to the bar, talking with “Shigaraki,” the man that had taken your dignity and virginity. A present scowl formed on your face, wondering if you should sneak attack him from behind and make him talk. You shook the idea, scraping it. “No..not with how many people are around him at all times.” You snapped out of your head when the man appeared in front of you with the familiar wretched smile he’d had on since he’d seen you. “Good morning sunshine.” He smooched. You scoffed, getting in his face.

 “Ume.” You demanded. He threw his hands in the air, sly. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He said, dull. 

“Kurogiri.” The man called, his playful tone distinguished. 

“Yes boss?” The blob replied. 

“We’re heading out for awhile but tell the league we got company.” He said, looking down at you while leading you to the car. 

“Company?” You whispered to yourself, shivering from the eerie feeling that shook you. 

“Yep, you work for me now, so company.” He cheered. 

You grunted, walking a bit faster than him to the car that you’d seen more times than once. “Like I’ll be staying that long.” You once again stated under your breath. This time the man didn’t seem to hear you and instead hopped in the car right after seating you. 

“To Toga.” He instructed. Without so much as a word the men drove, passing by the unfamiliar surroundings you’d seen yesterday. You thought about Ume the whole way there, wondering if you were too late. What if they’d hurt him already, what if he wasn’t really at the place they said he was and Shigaraki was just leading you into another trap. 

You shivered, and quietly soothed yourself. You decided to distance yourself further from the man that took it upon himself to sit right next to you, glancing over at you a few times to see your reactions you tried to keep hidden.

 Once in a while he’d find himself getting giddy at seeing how you trembled and held so much fear for the little runt. He thought if you reacted this way when being apart for this little amount of time, then he could do a lot more if you tried a stunt like yesterday. 

“You guys don’t spend much time apart I’m guessing.” His raspy voice breaking through the silence. He sat smug waiting.

Your eyes never glanced farther from the window, deciding not to indulge him with an answer. You didn’t know how much about you he knew and you weren’t exactly going to give him another reason to hold you and Ume hostage. 

His eyes met yours through the reflective glass, his ruby eyes meeting yours, pouring whatever emotion he had into yours, adding to its glint. 

“No.” You said, bleek. 

“He’s a growing boy, don’t you think he needs his space?” He said, shaking his head. 

“Tch, don’t you get tired of blabbering about stuff you know nothing about?” 

“Sometimes I wonder if you really value your life.” You carved. Your words being as calmly spiteful as possible. But with the way you saw normal people wander the streets, kids happy and cheerful you’d already had enough. 

He pretended to think about the question and returned to his sickening smile. 

“I take it you're not much of a morning person. So grouchy.” He said, pouting. You rolled your eyes at how childish this big man baby was. 

The car rolled to a halt and as it stopped you saw the woman from yesterday holding Ume’s small hand. His expression was lost and his eyes wet with tears. 

You didn’t hesitate as you jumped from out of the car, ignoring the people around you as your two faces met. 

“Y/n!” He screeched, letting go of the girls hand. 

“Ume!” You matched, scooping him in your arms in no time. You squeezed him tightly as his innocent face looped with happiness. 

“Y/n, Y/n Noona is so nice! We played all night and said we can stay with them!” 

“She even read me a story!” 

“R-really? Wow…” you spoke, unable to match his enthusiasm after what you’d experienced with this group. You held him tighter as you noticed Shigaraki coming up to you both.

He squatted down, flashing a big smile at Ume. 

“What about me? I’m nice too! Nicer than Noona don’t you think y/n?” He said, giving a sinister grin. Ume quickly ignored him, burying his head into your chest, clutching on tighter to you. You gently picked him up, finally exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 

“Sis, are we gonna stay with your friends?” 

You looked down at him with nothing but love. You wanted to gulp down the scream that threatened to come out. “Just for a little while.” You reassured both Ume and Shigaraki. 

“And we’ll stay together right?” Ume questioned. You sighed, petting his small head and kissing him lightly on the cheek. 

“Forever Ume. Promise.” You added finally before Shigaraki interrupted. 

“If you two are done we should get going, it’s going to be a long day.” He sneered.

You headed to the car, no longer putting up a fight knowing that all you needed was in your arms, curled up. You tightly buckled him in, placing a comfortable wedge between him and Shigaraki to demote him from speaking to him. 

“So little man, you must look up to y/n a lot.” 

“Yeah, she’s a lot nicer than you.” Ume said, stinging Shigaraki. Ume looked at the man, up and down. 

“And she dresses nicer.” Ume added with no filter. You found yourself drifting off into space as they both argued. 

You thought about your next moves. Now that you had Ume, what was next. Run? Stay? Just pay off the debt? You didn’t even know how much money your father had taken. You sighed out loud, your mind scrambled from the choices you’d have to make suddenly. 

Ume took notice, looking up at you and tugging on your crumpled shirt. 

“Are you ok Y/n?” He softly asked. 

You patted his head, giving him your best smile. 

“Yeah, I’m ok kiddo.” You said, reverting your attention back to him as he hummed a tune he’d heard from a kids show. 

The car ride back was less awkward now that Ume had lightened it by bringing much needed innocence. You felt blessed that you weren’t going through this alone, even though Ume had no idea what was going on, you were grateful for his mere presence.

Ume hopped out of the car first, playing with sand and ant hills as Shigaraki approached you. 

“Now, I’m not gonna ask you to do business while the kids with us but sooner or later we have to talk about the money. Come see me when you're done with him.” He glanced at Ume before leading you both to the front door. You felt anxious as he opened the door to a small group of people. 

The first one you’d seen at the big house. She was the woman with the skirt and yellow cardigan. 

You recognized the purple blob. But the two beside him you’d never seen before. 

A man in a black and white suit flashed up to you with haste. 

“Hey I’m Twice!” 

“Nice to meet you.” He’d said in two different tones. You found your arm reflexing to protect Ume as he got close. 

“H-hello..” you greeted, clearly not a people person. 

Shigaraki sighed, weirdly disappointed in the group. 

“Don’t freak the fresh meat out too much twice.” 

“S-Sorry boss.” He sulked, deflated.

The man that stood in the back made no effort in saying ‘hello’ and shared a glare of 1000 suns. His blue eyes marking you up and down. Half of his skin looked torched, the skin now a hue of blue and dark purple to go along with his other half of skin. The stitches of trying to keep it together looked lousy but seemed effective for the time being. 

“Names’ Dabi.” He spoke, his deep raspy voice perished through you. 

“And you already know who I am!” The girly girl screeched with excitement. 

“T-toga?” You assumed. Her face light up with a light blush as the words slid off your tongue. 

Toga rushed to you and took your hand without warning, speeding you and Ume through the hallways to give you a tour. 

“This is the bathroom.” She presented. You noted that it wasn’t far from the bedroom you’d stayed in yesterday. 

“This is the boss's room.” 

“We’re not allowed to go in there but I bet his room is full of junk.” The girl whispered to you. You nodded, thinking the girl was a tad crazy. 

“Is there bad stuff on there?” Ume asked curiously. 

“Maybe.” She added, shrugging playfully. 

“Just don’t go in there to find out.” She concluded. 

“And lastly your room.” 

You peeked to find that your room was beside Shigaraki’s, finding a different taste in your mouth as the mere thought of his disgusted you. 

You looked inside to find to no surprise, it was the same room you’d been in yesterday. Ume ran to the bed, bouncing into it happily. 

He’d never know the horrors and pain that was thrown on the best as he spread his positivity over the negativity. You gently smiled as you and Toga stood in the room watching him be a kid. “I can’t believe we get to stay here!” He said, inviting Toga to bounce and play with him. The noise of shigaraki’s footsteps  heading toward you and the heavy pat on the shoulder sent this happy moment into a headache reality. 

“You done here?” He said, peering at Toga and the little one. 

“Guess so.” You shrugged. 

You faced Ume, who was playing. 

“I’ll be right back, be good.” You warned as he nodded. 

You walked off with Shigaraki exchanging minimal words to each other. As you stepped back into the car you’d grown closer to he proposed plans to you. 

“You have 3 choices.” He proposed with his fingers up. 

“You can work as a construction worker at a warehouse of mine where they pay the least amount and more time off.”

“You can work as a restaurant worker for one of my other businesses where they pay decent but way more hours.” 

“Or lastly, you can work as a sex worker where they pay the most and you’d only have to come in 3 times a week.” 

You pondered your options, clearly taking into account that Ume would be alone while you were at work. But you also took into account that the more pay the faster you’d pay off the debt, resulting in less time Ume would be alone. 

You instantly knew you weren’t gonna work as a sex worker, refusing to give your body away. It had been taken from you last time and you weren’t gonna give it to another random stranger. 

“Restaurant worker.” You blatantly said. 

His reaction was a tad surprised. 

“You sure? You know they pay less than a sex worker.” 

“Yeah so?” You felt the same itch of irritation hit you like the first time you’d seen him. 

“So, don’t you wanna pay the debt fast?” “I thought the sex working thing was an obvious choice.” 

You scoffed at his low minded thinking and nodded. “This is what I want to do.” 

He pondered, then started smirking again. 

“Ok, fine. But I’ll have you know it’s not a place for a delicate omega like you.” 

“I ain’t delicate.” You angrily busted a vein. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m kidding. The place is a place for thugs so keep your head down and you should be fine.” He teased, ruffling the top of your head. 

“Oh and since you're an aggressive little thing I feel the need to make a special little rule for you.” He pointed, flicking your forehead.

 You scratched at his hand, then retrieved your hand to the small migrating pain to your head.

“If you cause me trouble, I’ll be forced to close the restaurant for the day. Which means no profit for the day. And if I don’t get paid, neither do you, and it adds to your debt. So keep that in mind when you're working, ok princess?” He advised, pinching your chin. 

You gritted your teeth trying to fight the urge to rip his head from this body.

“Whatever.” 

“No, not whatever.” “I need to hear a ‘yes sir’ from you.” 

“…kill yourself…” you felt your face rushing with heat as he sat in silence waiting. 

“Yes sir…” you finally caved. 

“W-why did you even need me in the car for this, when you could’ve said this sooner!” You added, trying to change the subject. 

“Maybe I just wanted us alone and you to myself.” He teased again, poking his tongue at you, winking. 

You busted him right in his mouth, storming out of the car, leaving him rethinking and writhing in pain. 

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You put Ume in his pajamas, fitting his shirt over his swole cheeks. 

“Ready for bed?” You asked, standing up. 

He nodded, and climbed into bed, waiting for you to turn off the light and lay down beside him. 

You hesitated wondering if you should really let Ume be as comfortable as he is. 

“Ume..” you kneeled again, meeting his face. He rotated his head to the side, confused. 

“We need to make some rules. Rules only we follow for now, ok?” 

He nodded, fiddling with his dinosaur shirt. 

“Rule one, we always stay together. So when you feel hungry, or need to use the bathroom you tell me.” You paused, trying to find the best way to explain that you didn’t want him out of your sight if he didn’t need to be. 

“Second, don’t wander. Don’t touch, or take anything that’s not yours.” 

“Lastly, if anyone tries to hurt you, kick and scream and I’ll be there to protect you.” 

As you reached your conclusion Ume slowly nodded, giving his understanding of the rules. 

A yawn perked from his little throat and you finally decided to turn off the lights. As you crawled over to him you tucked him in, kissing his forehead and humming a song your mother had sang to you once until you saw him slowly fall into his sleep.

“You're not gonna sleep y/n?” His little voice asked drowsier. 

“Sis will go to sleep in a little while, just keep my spot warm.” You smiled at him. In  truth you didn’t want to sleep knowing that at any moment they could waltz into the room and try to take you or him in the night. 

You sat at the desk, the money still placed on it, holding a symbol of what you couldn’t erase. You stuffed the money in your wallet alongside the premature damp bills. 

You stared at your small desk lamp trying to see what you’d do about Ume. “Kids his age should be going to school.” But you knew you didn’t have the resources to send him to school. 

“You know you can sleep right?” A voice came from the cracked door. Your heart picked up  pace, finding the noise to belong to Shigaraki as he stood in the doorway.

“It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow anyway. No use in being tired on your first day.” You scoffed, turning off the lamp, and closed the door in front of his face. 

You laid down beside Ume, who was lightly snoring peacefully. You wrapped your arms gently around him and fell asleep. 

Your alarm from your broken phone rang with haste, waking you straight from your slight slumber.

You turned it off, still in a daze. You looked at Ume, who squiggled around in his sleep, trying to turn off the part of his brain that had awoken from the alarm. 

You gently kissed his forehead, whispering into it. “I’ll be back later goofball.” 

You snuck along the acquainted room, searching for some clothes. 

You looked out of the window, seeing how the sky was just waking up and how the city was barely awake. 

You drifted out of the house/bar, clicking through your Gps on your phone with the address that Shigaraki had sent you somewhere late in the night while you slept, your mind ignoring it. 

You made your way to the place, walking in the beat up tennis shoes your landlord had gotten you one day after he saw your soles were way past their expiration date. 

“You young people, working until you look like me.” his weary face would scrunch up, shaking his head as he helped you out of the poor shoes. You looked down at him, unable to express enough emotion to show how thankful you were to some sympathetic old guy. The old man looked up after deciding he got the right size, probably knowing from experience with his own kids. “Just..don’t overwork yourself. Take breaks, you're still young.” He advised, laughing nervously in between. 

You sighed wishing it was that easy. As you pulled up to the job you realized that the job really fit the way it looked. It was a rather shabby yet pretty place, big, and dark. You walked in trying to pump yourself up and remind yourself that you’d be able to pay back the debt and find your dad to kick his ass. 

“You must be y/n?” The boss with the biggest beer belly you’d ever seen looked at you snooty. 

“Y-yes.” You said, trying not to stare. 

“Great, get to work, you omegas work on my time, got it?!” He screeched, his belly voice cracking his windpipe that was gutted by past cigarette smoke that had been shoved down.

You scurried to work, trading your shirt and regular pants for the uniform assigned to you. 

As you dashed around serving gangsters and mob bosses left and right you finally saw the last of the bald headed men dressed in black leave in well fed groups. 

You kicked your feet back, taking a large sigh.

“You think you're done?” 

“Don’t be so quick to throw down the towel queen. You're closing for tonight.” He snuffed, annoyed, rubbing his dusted head. 

You bit your tongue, wanting to question why you had to be the one to close but fought against it, counting you’d just gotten the job and didn’t want to lose it because an old geezer got smashed in the head with a plate. 

“Yes boss.” You said, partially sarcastic. 

“That’s right, all you little omegas think you run the world humph.” He grumbled, waltzing his way back to his office to grab his oversized coat.

You childishly mimicked him as he walked away, clueless to your taunting. 

“Making friends huh?” Said a familiar voice from behind. 

You quickly stopped the childish act and turned around in a heat of embarrassment until you saw who it was. 

“Are you obsessed with me or something?” You sarcastically stated. 

“Huh, maybe.” Shigaraki nonchalantly shrugged. 

“Just checking up on how you were taking your first day.” 

“I’m fine, leave.” You gritted, already seeing a migraine coming on from his presence and overwhelming cologne. 

He ignored you, eyeing your body up and down hungrily. 

“You look so delicious with the way your uniform clings to every part of you.” He blatantly stated out loud. 

You felt your skin crawl as you moved from his grasp and shuffled towards the staff only room to change. 

“The little shit told me-“ 

“Ume.” You recorrected without looking at him as you took the leftover plates from tables. 

“….right..Uzamaki.”

“Anyway he told me to tell you that he misses you very much.” He imitates with Ume’s voice, but is a lot less cute and lovable. 

You rolled your eyes, your heart melting from Ume but crumbling realizing you wouldn’t be back until another hour if you were lucky. 

“Who’s watching him?” You panicked, realizing if he was here then no one was probably there. 

“Relax, Twice and Dabi are keeping him company. He needs it honestly.” “Let him be around boys, they’ll toughen him up and teach him well.” He joked, punching the air obnoxiously. 

“Ume’s too nice to fight.” You said, scrubbing tables. 

It was true. Ume couldn’t hurt someone even if he wanted to. At least you’d never seen him do it. 

Ume was scared of what he didn’t know, which was everything expected for a child his age in a world that threatened to swallow him whole.

“Well then I guess the little squirt will have to take lessons on that too.” He added, quite enthusiastic. You once again rolled your eyes, treating the tables with soft respect as you scrubbed the last of the table. 

A pair of lanky arms reeled around your waist, making you jump. 

“It’s just us, y’know.” He spoke, rubbing his clear hard on against you. 

“G-get off of me you creep.” You spoke, uninterested but taken aback.

“You know I feel like I’ve been so nice to you lately, don’t I deserve an reward?” 

You scoffed. 

“Stop it, I don’t have time for your games.” You said, recalling the tremendous amount of debt you're supposed to be working on clearing. 

He backed off suddenly. 

“Man, you're no fun.” He pouted. You're pretty sure if you rolled your eyes any more they’d get stuck in the back of your head, so instead you just substituted it for a bored and very unpleasant scoff. 

A ring came from your phone suddenly which took the silence of scrubbing away. 

“Hello?” You questioned, seeing you haven’t gotten a call from your phone in months. 

“Hi Big sis!” You recognized Ume’s voice through the phone. 

“Ume, how are you goofball?” You asked, slightly happier. 

“I’m ok, but I miss you a lot.”

“Are you on your way home now? I wanna play and show you what me and Uncle Dabi and T-twi… Two did.” You tried not to explode from a cuteness overload as he struggled at saying the new names he’d learned. 

Shigaraki watched you try not to squeal and bounce off the walls from the sound of the kids' voice. 

“Big sis will be home soon kiddo, let me finish this.” You finally said, hanging up in a better mood. Your attention became clear and focused, speeding the cleaning process faster. 

Shigaraki tried to initiate small talk with you with a side of flirtatious jokes. 

“Why don’t you complain to your lackeys instead of loading yourself on me?” You asked, condescending. 

“Well, because I thought a hard working omega like yourself would understand the working class.” He fired back. At this point it didn’t affect you as you’ve been called way worse by society. 

“ touché.” You shrugged. 

You spun yourself out of your guy's conversation and remembered how Ume was waiting for you back at home. 

“I gotta get back to Ume.” You stood up, not caring to finish. 

Shigaraki spun you around, hasting you back into him. You fell into his lap inside the now completely vacant and closed restaurant. 

“Hang on a minute, what about my reward?~” he said, bouncing you up and down on him. You scoffed, deciding not to indulge in his games. 

“Can I go back if I give you this ‘reward’”. You quoted. 

Shigaraki tightens his grip on you, grouping your thighs. 

“O-ouch.” You squealed as he loosened his grip. 

“Fine…” you said, heat rising to your head as you sank below his chest. 

“If you do a good enough job I’ll throw in an extra tip.” He teased. 

“Stop trying to make me into a prostitute.” You eyerolled, unshackling his belt. 

“So you want to do this willingly?” 

“Naughty, naughty y/n.” He teased again as he watched you from above. 

“N-No that’s not what I’m saying!” Your voice echoing throughout the building. 

Shigaraki pushed his fingers through your hair, making sure to grab at your kinks and dig at your roots. The sensation was short lived as his cock sprang from his boxers practically slapping you in the face. 

You wasted no time and grabbed the monstrous cock and started slowly jerking it up and down in your fist. Shigaraki groaned softly, his light moans being heard by the surrounding walls. You could hear every dirty noise that was coming from his pre coated cock. 

“Y’know, I don’t know why but I can never control myself around you.” He huffed in between moans. His teeth seathing together as you pleasured him more.

“You never shut up do you?” You inquired as you churned your head down to meet his cock. You took one finally silent deep breath and dropped your head to the base of his cock. He clamped down on your hair, receiving a delicate moan from your lips that were currently wrapped around his member. 

You struggled to really collect his cock as it expanded inside your throat, pulsating in between your lips. You circled your tongue around it, exploring the girth and crevasse of his tip, guiding your tongue along the sides of his jutting veins.

Nothing but moans came from Shigaraki now, you could see he was in too much pleasure to talk or complain. 

You decided to go a step further, taking your mouth and allowing his giant cock to greet the back of your throat. You choked and gawked at how everytime you slid back on his member your throat would welcome it while rejecting it at the same time. “Oh…Fuck…fuck yes.” He spoke, wrapping his slim, pale hand through your scalp. You felt warmth coming from your lower nethers, throbbing from being poorly neglected. You felt Shiagarki’s hard cock throb at the same time making you cock hungry and diving harder into him. 

You felt him jut his pelvis into you, getting mixed into the feeling. You didn’t mind at the moment as you slowly felt yourself leaning into the rushing thought of making him cum. 

“A-Are you ready princess?” “M-master’s gonna cum down your sweet throat.” He groaned. 

You continued vigorously bobbing up and down on him, moaning and letting your mind take over for you. You found yourself collecting saliva and precum and using it as lube for his cock. 

As you vibrated Shigaraki’s cock with your precious moans, you felt his cock twitch harder and harder. You felt it ready to explode. 

And not too long, it did. You slowly stopped, feeling the hot and sticky sensation of white fluid in your mouth building up as he cummed buckets into your throat.

Shigaraki held you in place for a while while you tried to lift your head up to get rid of the load he’d conceived. 

“Good girl…” He slowly praised, letting himself come down from the high of release and gently allowing you to remove his softening cock from your throat.

You coughed up most of the cum, tasting the staining salty creamy flavor on the inside of your mouth.

You took a long sigh, standing and fixing your look to look less like you just got throatfucked and sort of kind of enjoyed it. 

After a little while of leaning into Shigaraki’s pointless conversations you finished the restaurant satisfied. “Are you some OCD person?” 

You scoffed at the stupid and completely random assumption. “First off i’m not, second what made you say that?” You replied.

He simply shrugged. “I don’t know, you just seem like the type to make sure your satisfied before the job is done.” He stares you in your face, watching how you tried to figure him out but all you saw was your reflection and a man. 

You shrugged, slightly agreeing with him, remembering how your mother used to be addicted to the cleanliness of anywhere she went.

You changed back into your civilian clothes where you found Shiagaraki leaning against a beam, swiping away on his black, clean phone, his coat hanging onto his arm while the other hiked up and down his screen. 

“Ready to go princess?” He teased. You buffered before ignoring his antics and walking away.

“H-hey where’ you going?!” He yelled from the streetlight.You grumbled away like a kid being denied candy. 

“Away from your annoying ass.” You screeched, stopping to look at him from a distance.

 “I brought my car!” “Let’s ride home together!” He screamed, already making his way toward you. You felt DeJa Vu as he ran toward you like a kid. You shook off the weird feeling, not daring to remember when there was a good time in your life. Instead you partook in arguing with the grown man baby that was face to face with you now. 

At the end you ended up in the car with the promise you’d be able to stay home with pay. 

“Has it always just been your dad?” Shigaraki asked inside the non moving car. 

You poked your head at the weird and yet again random question. 

“No…” You said, cautious of letting him in on too much.

“Then where’s your mom?” He asked again, curious. 

You froze at the question. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d even let yourself think about it since she left. You had always lived with the ideology that ‘If the thought doesn’t make me money it shouldn’t matter.’ 

You decided to end it with a cold shrug, your face twisted, recalling bits and pieces of the terrible memory. 

Your thoughts evaporated when Shiagraki’s finger found its way to your face.

“You’re thinking too hard.” He bored.  

You sighed, feeding him a small smirk before crossing your arms and staring at the window as the streetlights started to move.

[hoiststowline]

aftermath

Roy Harper x reader

[a/n: a bit of swearing ahead.]

You should care a little more, since the relief basically pours out of you when the tell-tale sound of the front door opening resonates, then closes.

Instead of rushing to greet him, you continue sitting just out of his immediate vicinity, just to make him sweat a little.

Yet, your back was starting to hurt, and it was beginning to become very uncomfortable to be out on the fire escape for so long.

There’s a muffled shout, and it’s a fair assumption that he’s trying to untie his boots while standing, likely on one foot. There’s a thud, the another, afterwards he begins his lap around the small apartment.

“y/n?”

You hear him the clearest when he opens the bedroom door and sticks his head inside, but you wouldn’t dare turn around and give up your hiding spot just yet.

“y/n?!”

A little more frantic as he’s down the hallway, and you sigh into your palm, ready to stand up and give up, when the bedroom door kicks open and the redhead is running across to you.

“y/n!”

It’s warbled by the closed window, but faster than you’ve ever seen him move, he slides the pane upwards and begins climbing out after you.

“Did you not hear me yelling for you? What the hell, y/n, I thought something happened to you.”

He’s sitting on the sill now, just in his socks and the rest of his uniform. His hat was on backwards, red curls coming to frame his face, as he shoots you a look.

“Sorry, didn’t hear you.”

You shrug, shoulders jumping up, then down, as you turn back around, not able to see the look he’s giving you.

“Yeah, that isn’t gonna fly. What’s wrong?”

Your legs kick, as they dangle off the fire escape, unable to really process any kind of real sentence to articulate best what you were feeling. Roy joins you, in the obviously small space, shoulder to shoulder as his legs slip through the thin metal railing.

“I…oh. You’re mad at me.”

His chin comes to his hands, as he try’s to real back through what he possibly could have done to fuck up this bad. You didn’t seem livid, just very upset, so he isn’t quite sure what route to take here.

“S’not you, Roy.”

You shuffle, turning away from him even as he inches closer. You’re desperately fighting the feeling of pain your stomach, the metal of the grate almost becomes unbearable underneath you.

“I just wish you’d take better care of yourself, that’s all.“

“What’s that supposed to mean? I am, y/n, I’m not chasing after stuff I know I can’t handle.”

“Today is Tuesday.”

You finally gather the courage to spin around and stare up at him, not in the slightest bit feeling sorry as guilt overcomes his features.

“No it’s not! Today is Monday, today is—“

His eyes flick down to your phone, watching as it lights up with a new alert.

Tuesday, March 7th, 11:53 p.m.

His heart sinks, as you go to stand, you’re tugged back down to the ground as his words stick in his throat.

“I fucked up, I fucked up big time. I know sorry isn’t worth shit, but please, y/n, you gotta believe me. I thought it was Monday.”

Tuesday had become a holiday. Tuesdays to you, were like a celebration, the one day of the week where both of you were home to enjoy each others company. Lately, though, days had gotten shoved around, and there was little time to breathe anything other than hello, and goodbye.

So, when it had been a good while since a healthy Tuesday, you and him and planned for a long time to make today, a day for just the two of you.

You never would have imagined to waking up to an empty bed, and hours full of voicemails, wondering just where he ran off to, and why he wouldn’t answer your calls.

“It’s not about that you forgot, Roy.”

Sure, it still stung, and it didn’t mean you weren’t upset, but, you’d be able to see past it if it was a genuine mistake. However, it’s the fact that he’s crawling back in the apartment at nearly midnight on a ‘Monday’, is what makes your skin crawl a bit.

“It’s what I said before. You need to take better care of yourself, this isn’t healthy. You need better rest, you need time to breathe and relax—“

You are cut off by the sound of a siren not far away. To your surprise, his eyes remained on you, awaiting the rest of your sentence. You had expected him to try and break his neck as to locate the sound, but he doesn’t move a muscle.

“I know, y/n, believe me, I know.”

He sighs, picking at the skin on the back of his hand as he continues after you failed to.

“I wish it was different, I wish I was better. I can work on it, I promise. I can’t guarantee I won’t mess up in the future, but hell, you’ve dealt with my bullshit for far too long.”

“It’s not dealing with it. I’m here because I care, and I want to be,”

You stand, feeling your bones ache as you finally peel away from the cold metal.

“We can work on it, together. Let’s just get inside, yeah? I’m freezing.”

“Yeah, alright.”

When he stands, it’s very clear the size of the fire escape was made for no more than one person. He was practically on top of you, waiting for you to go back through the window, when you turn to face him one last time.

“I love you, Roy. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

“I won’t forget. Love you too, all the time, all day, every damn day.”

His hand comes to nudge you inside after he catches you shivering, quick to get you into bed and into his arms.