#it's taken like a month and something days to finish this hehe

[grismavessel]

Ingo meets Guzma

Short and sweet of it, it goes relatively well, just the usual 'If you hurt my kid in anyway, shape or form, I will pummel you' attitude!

This is the timeline where there is no time travel involved, Gris goes to Unova, meets Ingo, and eventually Gris has to go back home to visit and you have to bring your bf along to meet the fam.

Obviously Guzma and Plumeria a little older since it's an alternative universe (i fucked around with time so Gris being Guzma's kid makes more sense)

Ingo's deathly scared of Guzma still :3

[moonsaver]

Where the Lamb does not Belong.

You're isekai'd into the world of Honkai Star Rail. Thankfully, you're taken into the Astral Express and continue your journey peacefully, until you reach Penacony. Something, or someone, seems to be causing your system to continually crash. Perhaps it's because you did not belong here at all.

Warnings: yandere, obviously. Uh, mentioned fracture(?)

A/n; reader is a tad forgetful and can brush off a few things, and get distracted slightly easily. But for the most part, i think it won't ruin the immersion. Its my first time writing something "self aware" related, and something like a character breaking the 4th wall. I really love these tropes but rarely write them. I hope i did it well. Its roughly 4.5k long. Enjoy.

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“Ace!”

“It's not ace.”

“Uno!”

“March, you're supposed to say it after you put down your second card.”

“Oh, sure.”

…

“March, it's not your turn.”

“Huh?!”

You giggle, listening in on their banter. You're leaned up comfortably on Dan Heng's back, messing around with a level on Stelle's phone she hasn't been able to beat.

You hear a loud groan, a fwop as March drops on her back onto the bed,

“This is so confusing!”

“The rules are simple, you're just trying to rush things.”

Dan Heng takes the cards and settles them, tapping them vertically to level and gather them onto the little table. You stretch your neck to look back and catch a glimpse of March sulking. Stelle gently pries the phone out of your hands as you do so.

“Hey let's go through our photo album again!”

“It's the 6th time this month.”

You chuckle, getting up from Dan Heng's back as you feel him shift, moving over to situate yourself around the table aswell, the the bed dipping under your weight.

“I knew you were into photography but wow, this is something, March.”

You say, leaning over on the table, your elbow resting on it as your chin rests on your palm,

“Well, you better be grateful ‘cause I just finished up your entry!”

“My entry?”

You blink, confused,

“She's been dutifully taking pictures of your progress as a new member of the Astral express. I've.. learnt from experience It's better that you don't try to stop her.”

You laugh awkwardly, staring down as March excitedly flips through the photo book. It's a bit embarrassing now that you recall.

“Here! Look, look, look! I caught [name] in all their glory!”

“March..”

You awkwardly laugh, as Dan Heng looks over at the photo March points to in her photobook, 

You cringe as you see your own expression, dull and groggy, a stark contrast to the bright letters and stickers decorating the edge of the photo that's glued tightly onto the page. You're drooling, to top it off.

“Hehe, [name] looks cute here don't they?!”

March points down to another photo right below, blurry in the midst of action. Your hazy figure is sitting up on a bed, Stelle draped over your lap while in charge of watching over you when you first appeared.

“I should have stayed to watch over, instead.”

Dan Heng comments under his breath, glancing back momentarily at Stelle, her chin hooked over his shoulder after having abandoned the game, seemingly more interested in the collection.

You chuckle softly,

Where did it begin exactly?

You boarded as an official member of the Astral Express about a few months ago, a gold brooch handed over to you, and many new faces who welcomed you onboard. You remember being home one day, going to sleep and hoping, just hoping that all of your worries and stress would just.. disappear. Your head hit the pillow and then-

You woke up. Here.

Suddenly you woke up in the very game you played to relieve your stress. Ironically, that moment you woke up was one of your most stressful memories, panicking at the situation you were in–

“Aw, dang it. I got defeated.”

All of you look over to Stelle, and to the red screen on her phone. You chuckle, as March sighs and shifts the topic.

You yawn and settle back onto the bed, leaning on a pile of pillows as March and Dan Heng continue their banter, taking this time to go through your stats, swiping and tinkering on your phone.

You've reached a higher level now. Having unlocked many items and even levelled up some basic features which allowed you to at the very least, defend yourself.

You read through the archived stories, gazing over all the past dialogue you've shared with this trio from the “main quest” ever since you boarded. Your friendship level with many had increased gradually over time, and shot up with the trio, as expected.

“[Name]..”

Stelle whines, pushing her phone back to you. You giggle, taking the device from her hands,

“Alright, I won't get distracted this time.”

-

This was your first expedition as a new member of the Astral Express. Which didn't help considering you were going into Penacony of all places.

You were nervous – how was your presence going to alter the timeline? Maybe a less “on screen” role like Himeko's? Or maybe you should have just stayed back with Dan Heng? But the experience, materials and all sorts of gizmos Penacony was going to offer.. It was too tempting.

And here you are, in the lobby. Himeko and Welt continue negotiating with the young woman at the reception. You were already on edge, but it seemed things just had to go wrong as well.

To distract yourself, you fidgeted and anxiously viewed the prologue to Penacony the system had just offered to you, repeatedly scrolling up and down on your phone, tapping your foot, pacing around the hotel a bit when–

A hand came up to your shoulder.

“It seems you're quite worried.”

You looked back.

It's Robin.

“Sorry, uh, we're.. having difficulty with the check-in and..”

You momentarily trail off, almost lost as you look at Robin. Her in game model was beautiful, but now that you're standing in front of her, it's almost.. mesmerising. Her eyes are beautiful – deep and ethereal. Pretty pink lips and softly dusted cheeks, her hair wispy and framing her face just the right way. You're awestruck for a moment, before panicking and snapping out of your daze.

You're at a hotel lobby for aeons’ sake!

“O-Oh, uh, my family is–”

You turn over to see Himeko and Welt continuing to go back and forth with the young woman at the reception, and turn again to see March and Stelle slightly off in the corner talking anxiously.

“They seem lovely.”

Robin smiles at you. And suddenly, your eyebrows and shoulders relax. Your jaw slightly slacks. Something about Robin seems to soothe you more than you ever thought.

Your eyes trail over to the bar in the corner;

Friendship level: 0

Right. She's still a stranger, in this timeline of events.

You're snapped out of your thoughts momentarily as another, unfamiliar voice speaks up from the crowd – a blonde man, addressing your fellow trailblazers.

This can't be good.

You walk up, regrouping with March and Stelle as they watch it all happen.

–

The golden hour was a familiar map to you, particularly because you'd loved exploring the place back when you used to play.

But actually being there is stunning.

The yellow lights brighten up the night-like atmosphere in a beautiful, classy way. It's almost as though you're in an old film, the way everything around you is hazy and glowing. There's laughter in the background and shimmering lights somewhere in the distance, drinks and the smell of food occasionally wafting in the air from corner cafés or so. You wander, awestruck at the sight of the landscape when–

You bump into someone, a small sound leaving you at the impact.

You look back to take a look at the stranger - more to try and ground yourself into this “dream�� and your current reality. You were in Penacony. And all of this was physically interacting with you, regardless of how miniscule you must be. Whether you would have been reincarnated as a Cafe owner, or an NPC, or anyone else. As long as you were on Penacony, you were going to be a part of Sunday's grand plan.

You zone out, the hazy cacophony of ecstasy in the background blurring in the crowded space of your mind, thoughts overarching and bubbling up.

Beep!

You look at your phone, buzzing as quests pop up. You take a moment to look around the various shops, before your eyes land on a cozy cafe.

It won’t hurt to rest for a moment.

–

“Shit, shit, shit..”

You curse to yourself, frantically tapping on the screen and trying to fix this mess.

“Just– cooperate damn it..!”

Your teeth gnaw at your lip, biting and peeling off bits of the skin. It stings, but in your anxious state, you barely pay mind,

Why was the system not cooperating with you?!

None of your teleportation points worked, you weren't levelling up, barely any of the trinkets given by completion of quests were being used up! It was rudimentary junk in your inventory and now for some god awful reason, your entire system was going haywire!

System error: freespace is occupied!

System error: unavailable tab

System error: unable to access tab

System error: unable to complete..

“Yeah, yeah I got it you little-”

“Is something the matter?”

You gasped under your breath, a chill shooting up your spine as you turn around,

“No, no! Nothing, haha just.. uh..”

You awkwardly shuffle, pretending to look into your bag,

“You seem to be having trouble.”

Sunday's poised figure contrasts your sweaty, nervous, fidgeting one, as you only panic more at his words.

“Oh, just.. well.. it’s my first time visiting another world, so..”

“Ah, first time jitters? I’m faintly familiar.”

You chuckle awkwardly, but your humour doesn't seem to be exactly matched. Sunday’s smile doesn't widen or lessen, and neither does he chuckle. You realise how uncanny he looks in the dim lights of the Golden Hour barely illuminating his face in the alley.

“You seem to have been separated from your group. Would you like me to accompany you on your way back?”

“Sure–”

Warning: you are currently interacting with an influential figure. Proceed with caution.

“..you seem hesitant.”

You look at the glaring notification on your screen - akin to when an amber alert pops up, or when an earthquake warning resounds.

“..uh, I think.. I’ll be able to find them on my own. I should be fine.”

“I insist. As the representative and Spokesperson of The Family it is my duty to ensure the safety and relaxation of guests in the Dreamscape.”

Shit. This guy isn’t giving in.

You hesitate, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead and grazing the top of your eyebrow,

Beep!

Optional: would you like dialogue suggestions to be displayed?

[Yes]

[No]

[No – do not ask again]

You sigh internally. At least this system knows how to assist you when you need it.

“Shall we?”

Sunday beckons you to follow, as the pop-up blinks away, before you get the chance to select.

There’s no getting out of this. You’re just gonna have to suck it up and be careful.

“..sure.”

-

Sunday doesn’t remember when it exactly began.

Strange patterns, predictable dialogues, and the anomalies that occured..

Right after Sunday discovered your name.

He watched as the cup from the trash pile slipped and fell onto the pavement. Your name was written on it – messily and hurried. The cup rolls down a bit before hitting the side of his shoe. Sunday watched it with indifference, opting to simply move it aside before he spotted it. Your name. But it wasn’t supposed to be.

An alias? Maybe. It was different than the name administered in your profile. 

He opted to push it back for later; but it was an interrupted thought as he walked ahead and watched you fiddle around with your phone, buzzing constantly as you cursed at it.

He breathes out, before deciding to approach you.

–

“Alone?”

“Alone.”

You respond, your eyes embarrassed and watching the various shuffling of feet in front of you, the crowd forming in front of the Rollercoaster you were too scared to go on.

Well, it's rather you haven't been able to go onto them.

Stelle and March offered you to join, and usually you'd be able to accept the invitation pop up, but as of recent, your system has been going haywire. The system probably narrowed down the scenarios you'd be allowed to participate in,in order to control the situation.

So you stood there, your mood dampened as you accepted that the system would not allow you to partake in the ride with your friends, shaking your head and telling them to go on instead, leaving you behind.

And Sunday saw all of it.

Or rather, just that you haven't gone onto the ride.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“No, nothing like that.”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. Even if you were.. he's not exactly the person you'd tell it to, anyway. You ignore the buzzing of your phone as it displays the same warning, jaded and moody as you'd been denied a great opportunity to have fun.

“..there is a new bakery that's opened up in the corner. Would you like to visit?”

You blink, and look at him, confused. He seems to have understood your confusion, and follows up,

“Until your companions have had their fill. Just for a cup of coffee.”

You hesitate, humming in contemplation. You look at the options displayed;

Options:

 □ “Sure. Let's go.”

 □ “sorry, my husband's waiting for me on the express.

 □ “No thank y–

 System Error: no options available

You sigh. You really need to do something about these errors. You nod,

“Sure. Let's go.”

…

The bakery was warm, and lively. As soon as you entered, the faintly sweet smell of pastries and the waft of coffee enveloped you two. You gawked at the mesmerising scenery, while Sunday asked for an available booth that's more hidden from the public eye.

The seats were soft, and pliable as you took your seat, still taking in the view of the bakery. You hear Sunday clearing his throat and tapping the table, your gaze shifting to him. He points to the menu. You understand his cue and take to reading it, your eyes scanning the plethora of options as Sunday does the same.

“Have you.. been here before?”

“I have visited once in the past. With my sister.”

“Ah, how is Robin?”

Your eyes settle on a particular option, as the silence between you two fills with comfortable conversation,

“She has been well. Are you looking forward to her performance at the coming Festival?”

You blink as you realise. How could you forget? The entire reason you and the rest of the crew even came to Penacony! This was the guy who was gonna put everyone into a coma!

“O-Oh, uh, yes! March has been talking non-stop about it, so..”

You chuckle awkwardly, flustered as he caught you a bit off guard. He hums, his face indifferent and neutral as your words process in his mind.

“I suppose I shall expect you in the audience, then?”

“March will drag me to the front, so you'll probably get a clear view of me in my uncomfortable glory.”

That seems to elicit a small, soft chuckle from him, as his eyes land on a specific item on the menu, seeming to have decided his own liking.

“Very well. I'll look forward to it.”

Soon enough, a waitress comes up to the table, and begins taking your orders.

–

“It does seem a tad scary, but the view is always beautiful in the Astral express.”

“I'm sure of it. It sounds wonderful.”

Sunday listens to you dutifully, as you continue talking. Somewhere along the way, your discomfort at the awkward silence between you two led to you talking and filling in the silence, your coffee cup hanging idly in your hands. One thing led to another, as both of you started talking about your childhood memories, tea flavours, desserts, and so on. You find Sunday has been easy to converse with. You'd been ignoring the constant buzzing of your phone – most likely achievements or quests that popped up constantly wherever you went.

You take another sip from your coffee as Sunday takes his initiative to talk, listening to him well, and chuckling slightly at one or the other thing. 

“I came to know tea is supposed to be made with hot water, but by then I'd gotten accustomed.”

You giggle, slightly in disbelief,

“Well, do you like iced tea now?”

Sunday shakes his head,

“I prefer coffee, more than that. Perhaps due to needing it more than a preference..”

His eyes trail to your cup, as you hold it in your hands. You follow his gaze,

Is something wrong? He'd been glancing at your cup a few times now, but you didn't comment on it before.

“Is.. something wro–”

Your words are cut off as your phone loudly rings, making you almost fumble and drop your coffee as you hurriedly take your phone.

It's March!

Crap, you forgot.

“Sorry, I uh..”

You scroll through the plethora of notifications, almost all of them missed calls and various texts.

“It seems your companions were searching for you.”

You look up, as Sunday looks into the distance, Stelle and March running towards you.

–

It was strange how things progressed since you came to Penacony.

Some of your equipment took ages to level up, the others taking barely anything before they hit their maximum level. Your friendship level progressed pretty highly on some days, and barely moved an inch on other days. 

Your friendship level with Sunday, on the other hand, shot up to a 5. Not even anyone on the Astral Express had that level.

You only noticed it a fraction before you cleared all your notifications at once, swiped away before your finger had the chance to tap on it. 

Regardless, that wasn’t your exact concern as of late. The story of Penacony had been well under way now, and things were starting to pick up. 

As of recent, you haven't been able to remember the quest contents as much as you used to, only remembering enough in the last moment to avert an extremely bad decision – at least for yourself. Your own personal missions left you alive by a hair's breadth.

But if that didn't upset you – your crew did. The pressure of everything happening on Penacony seemed to have started to weigh down on your team, as they barely regard you anymore. You could technically blame it on the system – it's been trying desperately to revive and fix itself as the game progresses. You might be interfering with the inner workings, so you suppose it's only natural the game tries to limit your interactions with the world.

So for the most part, you've resigned yourself to be an NPC; walking around all of the tourist attractions, getting who knows how many cups of coffee, trying on various clothing items, and occasionally running into Sunday. The first few times, you awkwardly fiddled with your phone for optional dialogues, but as time went on, you felt more comfortable. Regardless, it's not like anything you say can technically avert him from his current plan. It's been in the schemes for who knows how long? As of now, it's less complicating to remain ignorant and act unknowing, and enjoying another walk with him as he surveys the Dreamscape. Considering how close you two might be getting, you'll probably end up telling him a few secrets from your past.

-

“The Grand theatre is Penacony’s main attraction.”

Sunday’s face is illuminated by it in the distance, as he stands, staring at it. His voice is barely audible, seemingly as if he speaks to himself. But that idea is swept under the rug the moment he turns slightly to you.

When was this cutscene? You curse your memory, the fog of your mind still not cleared from when you first came to this world,

“Have you decided to attend?”

Truthfully, you didn’t want to. Considering the story, you actually knew the event wasn’t going to happen. But in the case it did..

Options:

 □ “Ill be there first in line to enter.”

 □ “Im thinking about it.”

 □ “probably not..”

“..I have.”

You hesitantly answer.

“You haven’t made up your mind.”

Sunday states, more as a fact than a question. You can’t blame him, considering the hesitance apparent in your voice.

“..out of everyone, I’d hoped you would have attended.”

The options flicker and appear, but before you can press and respond, he continues,

“I understand. How has your family been?”

He turns to face you, you stay silent for a moment, before humming and clicking on an option,

 □ “They’re alright.”

□ “I hope they’re all okay.”

 □ “I wouldn’t really know..”

“Ah, uh.. we’re all kind of in our separate ways right now, so.. I wouldn’t really know.”

“I see.”

Both of you stand in silence, as you follow his gaze to the glowing theatre. After a moment, Sunday breaks his silence,

“When I was a child, I was particularly soft-spoken. Back then, Robin used to stand up for me frequently.”

Your ears perk up slightly. Is he talking about a childhood memory right now?

“One day, she wasn’t around, taking a few extra music lessons. The other kids were simply curious enough to take me in.”

You hum, listening to him intently. Your eyes gaze over his features – softly shaded by the cold light of the theatre, and illuminated by the yellow lights of the path.

“We were all kids. One of them pulled and broke my wing that day.”

You gasp, involuntarily. Ouch.

But sunday only chuckles at your reaction, his eyes downwards and distant. You don't think he finds it funny.

“But do you know? Right after that - they visited me. Day after day. Every step of recovery. Every recess when I had to sit back, they accompanied me. I thought about it recently. Humanity is worth saving.”

You stay silent, before smiling. The silence seems pleasant over you two, as you stare at the Grand Theatre in the distance.

“That, is when human spirit and strife first piqued my interest.”

You blink, and turn to look at him, the smile on your face faltering,

“What must the weak, the misfortunate, and the falsely accused do to gain balance within this world?”

You’re left speechless for a moment. It seems even the system cannot exactly provide you any dialogue options, as you glance over to your phone.

“..balance in the world isn’t achievable, which is why the human spirit strives to fix it.”

You stay silent, listening to him.

“Would a bird that cannot fly be allowed to, simply because it yearns to? Would it be righteous of you, or of the bird, to allow the freedom and death of the vast sky? Is it still righteous, if you withhold its freedom?”

He inhales, slowly, speaking in a low voice, wavering.

“Is death the only comprehensible freedom life offers, beside slumber, to the weak? Is that truly freedom?”

Sunday turns to look at you – his golden eyes almost searing into your soul.

You break out into a sweat, panicking as you check your phone, desperately trying to find an option when–

 System Error: options not available

Shit, shit, shit. Holy crap. Can you even speak right now?

You're left silently staring at Sunday. He stares back before resigning to quietly look away.

You should leave.

—

Your memory seems to be strangely affected – either because you haven't been able to adjust to the new world, or you just haven't been able to adapt to Penacony.

You groan and slump into the couch of your room, in the real world. You keep forgetting to charge your phone – which isn't technically a hassle; you can access the same menu options, it's just more.. time-consuming. Not to mention you lose your only source of dialogue option pop ups.

How long has this been going on? You knew Penacony had a vast and complicated storyline, but living it feels entirely different. Feeling it is entirely bizarre. No wonder your head's spinning.

But thankfully, it should end soon. Your last quest is to face off Sunday in his boss form. You and your members have decided to meet up at the Grand Theatre, where the event will take place.

You place your phone into charging, and right on cue, March pops up into your room. She stumbles around your room a bit the moment you turn your back, even hear her drop and accidentally knock over some items on her way, simply laughing at the girl, as you continue packing up and preparing for the final “showdown”. You disregard her words, when she tells you she felt something push her.

-

You're not sure when the next cutscene plays.

You're in the grand theatre; just having defeated Sunday, and collectively waiting to return to the Astral Express. This is when you meet Boothill and Black Swan, where she wakes you up using Misha as a fallacy within Ena's dream.

But you aren't waking up.

You've just been stranded in the empty grand theatre after the darkness lifted.

You try to turn your phone on – but its busted. March must have disconnected the plug when she stumbled across a few things.

You sigh, irritated and antsy, choosing to walk ahead and look warily at the mechanical statues. The quest description is empty; devoid of any explanation. The title is vague and doesn't indicate much. Are you stuck in the loading screen? What the hell is going on?

And just as you are about to shout out for help – Sunday appears. There he is, on the stage. But this time, there's no spotlight. He stares down at you, emptily. You're creeped out for the lack of a better word, feeling your skin crawl with every second he stares. The silence is paper thin and thickly dense at the same time; electrified with tension and the unknown.

He makes the first step, slowly descending down and towards you.

“You are an outsider.”

System error: cannot process dialogue

“You do not belong here.”

System error: cannot proceed further

“I do not belong here.”

System warning: further interaction in this context may lead to irreversible da–

Sunday's hand rips through the warning, causing it to glitch violently, and disappear. You're scared, your throat constricting and your heart almost lurching out of your chest as he continues walking towards you, eyes searing into your soul,

“We do not belong here.”

Beep!

 Options:

 □ We do not belong here

 □ I do not belong here

 □ You do not belong here

 □ We belong together

 ■ There is nothing else left for you here. You cannot turn back. There is no other option.

The screen glitches out, as Sunday stands before you, his hand reaching out,

“Tell me. What is your name?”

You can't access anything – the menu, the quests, your inventory, nothing. You stare almost endlessly in horror, as Sunday speaks of your real name.

You shouldn't have used it on that coffee cup.

-

[halsteadlover]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

*Gifs and pic not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi i saw your post 'exam buddies' and it gave me and idea of Jay gets grazed by a bullet or something and while he's getting checked out he is flirting with the doctor who he has had a crush on for a while and she does to so she denies him and says how unprofessional it would be but while she is talking he walks closer to her and starts undressing her while teasing her and saying "yes so unprofessional" of not that's fine love your work.

• Warnings: curse words, making out (hehe), mention of wounds, and I don’t know what else let me know if I missed any lol.

• Word count: 3604.

• A/N: when he gets stabbed just to see you 😍😍😍. Need me a man like Jay frfr. I hope you’ll like this one I really had fun writing it. Comment, reblog and leave a like if you want, it’d mean the world. Thank you so much for your support sending lots of love to all of you xx

“Halstead, third time in a month, that’s a record even for you.”

An amused expression appeared on your face as you entered the room of the patient you were supposed to see, who turned out to be no one other than Jay Halstead. He was lying on the bed, his back resting on the raised headboard and a bored expression on his face which however disappeared as soon as he saw you enter.

“Oh yeah I couldn't wait to see you, Dr. Sunshine,” he replied, letting his eyes wander unscrupulously along your uniform-covered figure, before returning them to your face and giving you a full on smile.

This was a nickname Jay had given you since the first moment you met and since then he had never stopped calling you that. In fact, since that day he had noticed how you always had a smile on your lips, constantly, how nothing seemed to disturb you. You always had a happy and serene expression on your face and this was one of the things that most attracted him from the beginning.

The two of you had met some time ago when Jay had arrived at Med's to question a suspect who he had injured during a chase and who you had taken into care.

He remembered how impressed he was with you when he first saw you, he couldn't deny you were a beautiful woman. But it was the marked humor with which you addressed him and your sharp but nice jokes that truly mesmerized him. While you two talked in front of that helpless patient who did nothing but bring his eyes between you and the detective, Jay found himself being attracted more and more to you, feeling the ever-increasing desire to get to know you better.

After that exchange in front of the patient, you left Jay talking to the suspect and walked out of the room, winking at him before closing the door behind you and leaving Jay standing there looking like an idiot.

Needless to say, as soon as he finished questioning the suspect, he immediately turned to his brother with the aim of asking for information about you. He didn't know why but he wanted to know everything he could about you. He had looked for you so he could have the opportunity to talk to you again but you were already with another patient.

From that day you had never left Jay's mind or his thoughts.

He found himself going to Med's every time for all sorts of reasons, most of which involved having to say something to his brother who couldn't help but make fun of the detective. You obviously weren't stupid and there was no shortage of your comments regarding the fact there was a very different reason behind those visits to which Jay responded with some mischievous joke that made you blush from head to toe.

However, there was no shortage of visits either due to some injuries Jay got due to his job but that didn't stop him from shamelessly flirting with you even if he was on a hospital bed.

He loved this relationship that had been created between you, the flirting, teasing each other, and every opportunity was perfect to see you but he wanted more. He struggled to admit it to himself but he had a huge crush on you and the fact he couldn't read you and know what you were thinking was driving him crazy. He was getting tired of looking at you from afar, of hiding behind the flirty jokes, he wanted you.

You giggled and looked at him for a moment as you quickly examined his body for injuries. Or at least that's what you convinced yourself of. You were pretty good at hiding your feelings because to say that damn detective gave you goosebumps and set every cell in your body on fire was an understatement.

You sanitized your hands and put on a pair of clean gloves before approaching him, his eyes never leaving yours and just the way he looked at you made you shiver from head to toe and your knees tremble.

Focus Y/n, he’s a patient now.

“What did you do this time?” You asked and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You're no fun dammit, always straight to the point.”

“You know me Halstead,” you replied. “So?”.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a little cut while chasing a suspect, no big deal.”

Your gaze fell on his abdomen, at the level of his left side where you noticed a copious stain of blood. “Well let me be the judge since I’m the doctor. Lift your shirt up.”

His lips lifted into a mischievous grin and you rolled your eyes knowing where his mind had immediately gone. “If you want to undress me just say so Dr. Sunshine, there's no need for these excuses.”

He took off his shirt and you tried with every fiber of your being to try to maintain a composed and professional expression, trying not to look his abs and not to focus on the heat that was spreading through your body.

You swallowed the lump in your throat but you couldn't help but admire that Greek God laying in front of you. “You didn't need to take off your shirt Halstead.” You said in an amused tone before pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed.

“Well, you know I'm a self-centered bastard,” he retorted and you rolled your eyes again as you began to examine the wound. “Plus I love the way you’re struggling not to jump on me right now.”

You flicked your gaze into his eyes, not responding but maintaining eye contact as he looked at you as if he wanted to undress you right then and there. The heat spreading through your body intensified and rose to your cheeks and you struggled to say anything because, damn, he was just telling the truth.

“J-just, let me do my job Halstead,” you murmured and cursed yourself for the way you stuttered. You looked away and back to his wound and he chuckled, probably aware of the effect it had on you.

You examined his wound. It was a stab wound and luckily it wasn't very deep so it only required a bit of disinfection and a couple of stitches. You took what you needed and sat next to Jay again, who continued to watch and examine your movements with meticulous attention.

“I'll numb the area so I can stitch you,” you said in a firm, professional tone of voice but refusing to look at him. You couldn't do it, not when his eyes were enough to make you a babbling mess.

You tried to maintain all the concentration you possessed, failing miserably as Jay was laying there in front of you with his shirt off.

You couldn't help but let your gaze travel down his abdomen, along his hips, the V-line disappearing into his boxers you so much wanted to trace with your tongue, the line of his underwear that slightly protruded from his pants.

He was so fucking hot and you were about to be burned.

Your breathing quickened even though you tried to keep yourself composed but this didn't escape Jay, who didn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

He carefully scanned your profile and features, the way your eyelids and eyelashes fluttered, the way your cheeks were flushed and he knew it was because of him, the way you were trying to avoid him even if you were attracted to him like a magnet.

“You're so beautiful Y/n, you know that?” he murmured before he could stop himself.

You almost dropped the pliers you were holding, taken aback by his words. You giggled, keeping your expression as neutral as possible even though that short and simple phrase had thrown you into a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations.

“And you know I’m your doctor right?”.

“Mmh just for now,” he replied “As soon as you're done you won't be anymore.”

“You're actually one of my most loyal patients.” You gave him an amused look, a smirk on your lips as you continued to stitch his wound. “Like I said, you're breaking every record so no, you can't make those comments it's very unethical of you.”

There was nothing ethical about Jay's sinful thoughts about you, but he didn't let them out at the time.

He laughed, never taking his eyes off you. “Since we see each other so often we’re more than just doctor/patient now, I’d say I have every right to tell you’re beautiful.”

“Stop it.” You gave him a fake disappointed look even if you were internally giggling like a little girl. “Am I hurting you? You feel anything?” You also asked but the smug expression on his face and the smirk on his lips had given you the answer you needed.

He shook his head. “Come to a date with me.”

Your heart started beating wildly, more than it already was since the first moment you say Jay laying on that bed. “Is this a question or an order?”.

“You want to tell me no?”.

“Jay, I need to focus.”

“That's not a no though, so I have some hope.”

You laughed, at the tenacity and cheekiness he was showing and to mask the nervousness you were feeling, God, you didn't know how long you could last before giving in.

After about ten minutes you finished suturing his wound and placed gauze over it, recommending him to disinfect it and change the gauze at least twice a day even though he did nothing but flirt with you.

You stood up and removed your gloves before throwing them into the bin along with the dirty gauze you had used earlier and disinfected your hands.

You glanced at Jay, noticing he had sat up in bed, still wonderfully bare-chested. For the second time you found yourself running your eyes over his frame, his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and toned chest.

That man oozed sex from every pore of his body and you no longer knew what to do to resist him.

“Why are you this far? I don't bite, you know.” He said with a wicked smile on his lips, not even trying to mask the way he was eye-fucking you.

You rolled your eyes for the thousand time and crossed your arms over your chest, remaining firm in your position even if with difficulty. You felt as if there was some kind of force pushing you towards him and as the minutes passed you were less and less able to fight it.

“Don't you have to go back to work?”.

“Not until you give me an answer.”

“About what?”.

“About the date.”

“You didn’t ask me though.”

“Well will come to a date with me?”.

You tried to suppress a chuckle but didn't answer, keep losing yourself in those two emeralds that were his eyes.

You didn't have to hesitate like that, you didn't even have to think about it. You were a doctor, he was your patient and there was nothing more immoral.

But then why didn't you say no? Why were you actually thinking about that?

Jay stood up and walked over you noticing your silence, standing a step away from you.

Still shirtless.

God please have some mercy on me.

You raised your head slightly so you could look in his eyes given your height difference, the words dying in your throat every time you tried to say something.

It was undeniable there was an attraction between you two that in one way or another always pushed you towards each other. It was undeniable that man made you feel things you hadn't felt in a long time.

You didn't know what he had done to you, what kind of witchcraft he had practiced on you since there had never even been anything between you. Sure, you flirted with him too, he shamelessly hit on you and sometimes you didn't even know if he was serious or just because of the way your relationship had turned, but you couldn't get him out of your mind.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you? I know you want it,” he whispered, lifting a hand and stroking your hair, moving a strand behind your ear as his eyes continued to admire and analyze every little feature of your face.

You let your arms drop to your sides, dumbfounded as his fingers caressed your skin so lightly his touch seemed unnoticeable. But you felt it all, you felt his touch in every corner of your body.

Your breathing quickened as your eyes alternated between his and his mouth, without even being able to stop yourself.

“We can't,” you whispered back.

“Why not? We both want it, I know it and you know it too.” He wet his lips with his tongue. “And the way you're looking at me now, fuck… I'm fighting every fiber of my body not to throw you on this bed and have my way with you. You can't deny it Y/n, you can’t deny what's going on between us.”

Before you knew it, your hands were resting on his chest, his skin hot under your fingers and his breathing visibly quickening under your touch. “And who tells me it's not just the thrill of conquest? That once I say yes you won't just disappear?”.

His hands cupped your face, his lips so close to yours they kept brushing each other. “I’m planning to do so many things to you that a lifetime won't be enough Y/n, you're not just a conquest. I want you.”

His thumb traced the outline of your bottom lip and your breath hitched, almost making you pass out at his feet.

God Jay what are you doing to me?

“You really think every time I'm here it's to see Will? Don't get me wrong, I love my brother but do you seriously think I'm here almost every day just to see him? Do you seriously think I would randomly find myself at Molly's every night whenever you're there? Do you think I’d let myself get stabbed just to have another excuse to come here and see you?”.

You pulled away from him, hitting him in the chest in disbelief. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?! I hope you're kidding.”

“Do you see me laughing? I'm not fucking kidding. I could’ve easily overpower that piece of shit but you got into my head so much that at that moment I just thought I had the perfect excuse to see you and be close to you. That's how fucking insane you make me Y/n. Please just give me a chance, I want you so bad,” he spoke, not caring about how desperate he sounded.

Now that he had said it out loud he realized how crazy he really was. But did he care? Absolutely not. He just wanted you to accept to go to that date.

“And it's not just wanting to have sex with you. I mean, God yes, you turn me one so much I would fuck you on every floor and surface of this hospital… But I want everything, I want to know every single part of you, the good and the bad, I want you to be mine, I want you to know me and I want to be yours.”

You sighed in frustration, the temperature of the room rising a degree with each passing second. How were you supposed to push him away?

“Tell me you don't want me and I'm leaving right now and you'll never hear from me again. Tell me you don't feel like this thing between us is consuming you too... Tell me,” he continued, brushing his nose with yours.

“You're so unprofessional Jay,” you whispered, trying so hard to fight the urge to give in but, fuck, you didn't think it would be this hard.

“Yeah so unprofessional. Now answer me.”

You sighed. “Jay I…”

“God you're so stubborn Dr. Sunshine, you really want to torture me until the end? Have mercy on me at least now that I'm… Shit,” he stopped, holding his side where he had been stabbed and letting out a cry of pain.

“Jay! Hey, what's going on? Talk to me please.”

“Fuck it hurts.”

“Here, let me help you. Sit down so I can take another look at you. Everything will be fine.”

You helped him sit on the edge of the bed, worried and thinking of every possible scenario imaginable like an internal bleeding.

But when he instead surrounded your hips under your white coat and pulled you towards him, making you settle between his legs, you understood that asshole was just faking it.

“You piece of shit! You've got me worried sick!” You exclaimed, hitting his shoulder harder this time. You tried to pull away from him but his grip was too tight around your waist.

He laughed, a cocky look on his face that only made you want to punch him. “Look at you so worried about me. Just as I thought.”

“You thought about what? That you’re an asshole?”.

“Yes I am,” he replied amused, “But also that all this facade you want to put up, all this resistance is fake. That you want me as much as I want you, so why do you keep fighting it so much?”.

“Because it’s unprofessional, I'm a doctor and you're my patient. We can't.”

“Of course we can.” His hands tightened around your waist, moving up your hips, distracting you and making you forget what you even wanted to say. “Like I said. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me.”

You didn't answer, again.

You just looked at him and melted under his touch.

You didn't know what happened, it was like a switch had been turned on inside you.

All your rational thoughts and abilities left your mind as you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his.

You didn't want to resist anymore, especially since you weren’t strong enough. Let's be honest, it was a battle you already lost from the start.

You didn't want to live in fear of what might happen, hide behind the hypocrisy of 'unprofessionalism' because the truth was that you wanted that man more than anyone you had ever met in your life. The truth was, you couldn't look him in the eyes and tell him you didn't want him when just hearing his name made your heart beat wildly and your body lit up on fire.

Jay kissed you back, not even being able to explain how ardently and for how long he wanted that moment.

You parted your lips slightly and he immediately took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss which was becoming more and more passionate, borderline pornographic.

His hands rested on your stomach and moved up your abdomen, grazing your breasts before settling on your shoulders. He hesitated and you nodded during the kiss, giving him permission to take off your white coat which fell to the floor next to your feet.

His hands then trailed down back to your ass which he squeezed and groped without any shame as you threaded your fingers through his hair, sighing into his mouth at the sensation.

If at first there was a thread of doubt that left you perplexed, after finally feeling his lips against yours, their taste, you knew there would never be a return from that point. You were deeply and inexorably lost for Jay Halstead.

Your heart was pounding as your body continued to press against his, as if you were both trying to suck out each other's souls.

You bit his lower lip and a small moan escaped him which immediately made you press your legs to each other, your insides twist and goosebumps on your skin. He slapped your ass in response, a gesture that turned you on more than you would ever admit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, pulling him towards you.

“I'll take this as a yes?” He whispered the moment you both broke apart panting as you tried to catch your breath.

He slid his hands down your back, up your ass, your thighs, touching and caressing every inch of your body he could reach.

“What do you think?” You replied, one eyebrow raised.

“I can't even think right now to be honest, all the blood has rushed to my dick. It actually hurts a little, can you kiss it better?”.

“You’d really love it wouldn’t you?”.

“Oh you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you kissing me better, especially my dick. This mouth of yours is haunting me princess.”

You chuckled – not mentioning how bad you wanted to do it – and he smiled back, feeling lighter, happier.

“Is tomorrow night okay?”.

“Tomorrow night? Are you kidding me? You really think I can last until tomorrow especially after you kissed me like that? No, there’s no chance. I want to see you tonight.”

“Oh Halstead, remember that patience is the virtue of the strong,” You smirked at him, caressing his shoulders. “See you tomorrow night detective.”

You gave him one last sweet kiss on the lips and picked up your white coat from the floor, then straightening out your wrinkled uniform. You winked at him before exiting the room, leaving him sitting on the edge of that bed with an erection in his pants he knew he’d struggle to keep at bay for the next twenty-four hours.

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another trip around the sun | jang wonyoung x reader

~ its your most special girl's most special day!

(cw: g!p wonyoung, slight overstim, public sex, cunnilingus, switch!reader, switch!wonyoung)

~wc: 2.5k

The light spilling in through the cracks of the curtains illuminating sections of the bed and two sleeping bodies would be a pretty sight if not for the fact that A. you do not want to be awake yet, and B. you would much rather not be blinded first thing in the morning. This would've been a horrible start to your day were it not for the sleeping body next to you. a welcome surprise from the past months of being apart, and a lovely birthday present for your girlfriend, wonyoung. even just the sight of her sleeping so soundly makes you coo.

You sigh as you turn over to check your phone charging on the nightstand to see some friends of yours reminding you of your brunch plans. the night before, you were so caught up thinking about your day with wonyoung, how you’d have her all to yourself, to do whatever you wanted to her, that you forgot that you had planned a get together for wonyoung’s birthday just a few days prior. you pout a little, the idea of lazing around with your girlfriend all day is much more appealing, but it is her day after all and you planned on making her enjoy it to the fullest. you let yourself lie there for a little while longer with wonyoung’s breath fanning across your neck, as she's still tucked neatly into your side. you can feel her stirring as her hand softly creeps under your shirt to paw at your tummy, wordlessly seeking out your warmth. you can feel her against your thigh, peeking down to see the outline through her sleep shorts makes your mouth water. your fantasizing is cut short as you check the time on your phone:

10:15 am

you both need to be ready and out of the house in an hour if you want to get there on time. you roll over, pushing your body flush against wonyoung, peppering kisses along her neck and face to rouse her fully awake. you pull back a bit once she starts returning your kisses, just enough to meet her eyes and laugh at the way she pouts and leans forward to follow your retreating mouth.

“happy birthday wony~!”

It’s said between giggles and even more kisses in the most sing-song tone you can conjure up. A sort of ridiculousness you reserve just for wonyoung and her for you. she grins up at you like she herself just remembered it was her special day.

“hehe thank you, y/n-ah”

“if we didn’t have to leave so soon, I would’ve already taken care of.. that…”

wonyoung looks at you confused before she groans in realization, flushed from her neck to the tips of her ears at the comment. you loved it. you don’t know what it was about seeing wonyoung embarrassed that got you so… excited, for lack of a better term. that would have to wait till later though... you two share a kiss before stumbling out of bed to get ready to meet up with your friends. the sound of opening drawers and shuffling feet interrupted by shy whispers of “hi, you” whenever you meet eyes or by a giggle when wonyoung wipes the dried toothpaste off your chin as you go about your own routines. 

it’s not uncommon for you and wonyoung to style outfits for one another or give suggestions on what to wear, in fact she honestly really loves it when you choose what she wears, so when wonyoung waltzes up to you as you’re sat on the bed waiting for her to finish getting ready you know she's going to ask for your opinion. 

“y/n…”

the way she says your name makes you a little nervous. it sounds a bit like a warning or maybe like she’s unsure of something? it makes you wonder if maybe she would rather you two not go out today. It would be understandable enough, especially with how hectic her schedule has been lately. A day spent with just you two would be heaven in your eyes. you stare at her waiting for her to say something. but she doesn’t throw in the towel, instead she does a quick twirl, making you smile in the process at her antics, to show off a bit and something catches your eye. walking over to her, you flip up her skirt to give yourself a better look, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you grin at what you see. wonyoungs dick resting against her thigh, outline of the tip just barely visible through the sheer black tights under her skirt whenever she shifts just the right amount. No panties in sight.  

“hmm~ do you think I look okay?”

she's being a little tease and you both know it. Wonyoung doesn't give you a chance to answer, let alone question her, as she rushes out the bedroom door before reminding you that you'll be late if you don't leave right away. Whether or not she's got something up her sleeve doesn't matter much now because you've definitely got something up yours.. 

The drive to the cafe is spent in comfortable silence, with you glancing over at wonyoung now and again as she looks out the passenger side window. You’ve gotten to the point in your relationship where you can almost read wonyoung’s mind, gauge what she’s feeling just from the look in her eyes or the little mannerisms only you can pick up on. It makes your heart swell to think about how much you've grown with and because of each other. In your eyes, spending every one of your birthdays together from here on out still wouldn’t be enough trips around the sun where you get to call her yours. 

you're being waved over the second you enter the cafe with wonyoung being met with a chorus of “happy birthday”’s and plenty of hugs as you approach the table your friends reserved for you. you and wonyoung on one side of the table and your friends on the other. the brunch is filled with pleasant small talk and eye rolling gossip and, of course, good food. now, its time for the gift opening. each present wonyoung rips open is met with an identical heartfelt squeal. next is your present and wonyoung practically tears the packaging to bits to reveal a simple white box before gently taking off the lid. A custom made necklace. A gold abalone shell charm with an iridescent pearl nestled in the center. She looks at it long enough, not uttering a word, to make you feel a tiny bit self conscious.

“I- uh I know its nothing that extravagant but-”

“I love it, y/n-ah. I really really do.”

She pecks you on the lips before giving you a tight hug, making you melt instantly. the uneasiness leaves your body once you see her gushing over your gift with your friends as you secure it around her neck. its not chanel or miu miu, but there's only one in the world and it's hers. you aren't sure what does you in, but you shift closer to the girl, all inhibitions flying out the window as you rest your hand on her inner thigh.

from what they can tell it just looks like you’ve placed your hand on her thigh, not noticing the slow movements of you pumping wonyoung’s cock through her tights. poor wonyoung is trying her hardest to pay attention to the conversation being had, biting her tongue to stop herself from moaning every time you pet the pad of your thumb against her leaking cockhead. the second your friends turn their attention away from you two wonyoung’s looking at you with pleading eyes. It’s all a part of the game of course. a test in the form of a look, one you've both given each other countless times daring the other to keep going. Wonyoung knows you aren't one to throw in the towel that easily. you lean into her personal space then, being sure to give her throbbing dick a good squeeze before shushing her and whispering, “if you’re so worried about cumming in front of everyone then, just don’t cum.” being sure to smile sweetly at her as you go back to chatting with the others. practically giving yourself carpal tunnel as you pump her dick faster, trying your best not to move your arm too much and risk getting caught. at this point, wonyoungs head is nearly resting against the table as she’s got her eyes screwed shut, feeling her dick twitch against your hand as spurts of cum shoot out her bright red tip. thick globs saturating her tights, and slowly trickling down her leg. your friends give you a look then, silently asking if wonyoung’s alright. you wave them off, mouthing the word ‘migraine’. 

as much as you love humiliating wonyoung like this you would much rather them not notice her coming down from her high. 

========

You two make it home soon after that, with wonyoung downing two more mimosas and a not so discreet trip to the cafe's bathroom. This time the car ride’s silence isn’t so comfortable. Forcing yourself to keep your eyes on the road because you know the second you so much as peek over to the passenger side and see wonyoung’s blown out pupils and hazy look you'll pull the car over and ride her till shes shooting blanks. Really wonyoung is no better. The few seconds you spend fumbling with the keys at your apartment door is the greatest test of self control wonyoung has ever endured. The nails digging into your sides and her labored breathing aren't helping either. once wonyoung has got you on the other side of that door she's crashing her lips onto yours, her desperation making you grin into the kiss. she's reaching her hand under your shirt to yank your bra down just enough where she can tweak and pull at your nipples without it getting too much in the way, too impatient to fully take it off. 

“d-didn’t think i riled you up that bad-”

the taller girl pushes you back by the shoulders, the backs of your knees hitting the bed causing you to flop down onto it. she yanks you toward her by the ankles, biting her lip as your skirt rides up putting your soaked panties in full display. 

“you sure i’m the one that's riled up?”

The next minute is spent with you ripping your clothes off of each other, and actually tearing wonyoung’s tights. she's got her mouth on your chest, peppering kisses across it before latching on to your tit, leaving a mess of saliva on your nipple as she gives the other bud the same treatment. She kisses a trail down your stomach, stopping just short of where you want her, surprising you both at her strength as she flips you over and settles you right against her mouth. wonyoung moans as she flattens her tongue against your cunt, glancing up at you briefly before sucking your clit into her mouth. you reach down to grab a fistful of her hair, mainly to ground yourself but also because wonyoung loves the feeling she gets when you tug on it, like you’re keeping her in check. her tongue slows down on your cunt? harsh tug. she’s not looking you in the eye? harsh tug. just the idea of you, her sweet sweet y/n being rough with her has her whining against your cunt. 

“ah- fuck, slow down a little. just take your time and enjoy it sweetheart.”

wonyoung’s quick to do as she’s told, going from harsh sucks to giving kitten licks all over your mound, making sure to savor your taste. covering your pussy with her mouth entirely as she looks up at you through hooded eyes. you can tell she’s enjoying herself, already drunk on your taste, letting out muffled moans with her hips humping the air. wonyoung nearly cries when you reach behind you to weakly rub your palm against her hard length, slick with precum.

“fuck- wonyoung, just like that baby you’re making me feel so good”

She slurps your juices up, humming at the praise, licking long, firm, stripes from your entrance to your clit. feeling your sense of control slip away as she repeats the process over and over, mindlessly rocking your hips against her face the closer you get to release. you yelp as wonyoung latches back on to your throbbing clit with no warning, eyes rolling back as your orgasm washes over you. 

wonyoung doesn't give you a second to find your bearings before she's maneuvering your hips down toward her cock, just a quick kiss against your clit while ignoring the way you jolt at the action, before she's shifting against the downy pillows on your bed as she seats you down on her dick. your sensitive cunt sucking her in inch by inch, and bottoming out with the sound of a lewd squelch at the tight fit. she sets a harsh pace, fucking up into you as she brings your hips down to meet each thrush. the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, fully letting her use your pussy to get off, too fucked out to move on your own. she pulls you down onto her suddenly, panting into your open mouth, her hips snapping up to meet yours. white-knuckling the sheets as the pace alone sends you over the edge for the second time tonight. She arches up into you, painting your walls white with a groan as her hips still. 

Its the feeling of her warm sticky load filling you up that makes you snap. placing your hands on her abdomen as you lift your hips up just to slam them back down. wonyoung, no doubt drawing blood as her nails dig into your plush thighs, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. you get the angle just right, her spongy cock head hitting the most sensitive spot inside you with each thrust, cunt clamping down on wonyoung’s sensitive cock causing her to let out a broken sob as you both cum. rolling onto your back as you both catch your breath, turning to look at wonyoung only to find she’s already staring at you with a dopey grin on her face.

“so-” 

“I love you”

“...you love me because i fucked you so good you started crying, or you love me just for the sake of loving me?” 

it's playful, but wonyoung can tell from the look in your eyes that you're searching for something genuine, for reassurance. it makes her heart hurt just that little bit to know you still have your doubts about just how much she loves you.

“I love you just for the sake of loving you”

You hum softly, almost weighing your next words in your mouth.

“I love you too. thanks for being born.”

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Kira’s MK favs with a clingy S/O

A/N: Basically how the men would react to having a S/O who is completely fascinated by them and is kinda anxiously clingy. Is this too ooc and niche? Who cares��this is literally me.

Characters: Mk11 Kung Lao, MK11 Raiden, MK1 Johnny Cage

Warnings: none ur safe…for now hehe

Requests: always open 24/7

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Kung Lao MK11

I can’t imagine him ever really minding you wanting to be around him 24/7. I mean like who wouldn’t want to be?? Lol. But I seriously feel like he actually enjoys being needed, especially by you.

He loves it most when you waddle behind him everywhere he goes and will hold his hand out behind him for you. The other way around is super cute too. You always get super excited going to the different markets and shops and end up pulling him around everywhere.

Will automatically pull you into his lap and cuddle you when you go to sit down somewhere. He knows that you’ll automatically ask after a few minutes of sitting next to him anyways.

You can’t tell me that kung lao doesn’t have the perfect back for piggybacking. Like you are just starfishing on his back all day because you don’t want to let go of the warm fuzzy feeling of his body. He’s soooo warm and cosy all of the time. It’s extremely soothing.

It’s quite sweet to have someone who is so enthralled by everything he does. From sitting on the sink counter and watching him while he gets ready for the day to cheering him on as he trains. There’s never a moment that you ever seem to be bored and uninterested with him and that’s something he’s been craving for yearrrsss, to be appreciated.

Gladly will answer each and every question you have about his hat, culture, life, fighting style…ect.

Speaking of his hat, I feel like Kung Lao would design a similar version of his…one that is safe of course for you to wear when you miss him. Or if you are just fascinated by it.

If you’re super anxious or nervous about him leaving to go handle things, don’t worry as he’s amazing at reassurance and building you confidence that he will be back soon. He will always make time to send you handwritten letters or small gifts when he’s away for long extended periods.

If you keep a little journal about him and all the little facts he tells you, he will be so honored. I can imagine him finding it and writing little cute notes in it or answering any questions you may have written down.

He has gotten you a cute little king Lao bear fully decked out in a mini version of his gear…bonus points if he put a little sound bite in there too for you so you can always hear his voice.

I like to think that kung lao enjoys braiding/maintaining your hair as an intimate time for you. Especially if you’re anxious about him being gone all day. He’ll massage your scalp as well and when he’s finished you’re already asleep so he takes you to bed.

“Hmm..goodnight my sweet lotus.”~

Johnny Cage MK1

Oh he’s used to fans and groupies, your little fascination isn’t weird compared to what he’s dealt with. Also he’s just as much of a fan of himself as you are lolllll.

It’s honestly so cute how much of a fan you are of him, his other partners were annoyed with the whole actor thing after a month. He likes being able to talk about his movies and career adventures over and over again. Johnny loves to tell the same stories a thousand times and you’re always just as eager and excited to hear them like it’s your first.

Can’t help but to spill all his upcoming movie details whenever you ask him about it.

He sees you as an adorable small puppy and can’t help but to be curious about everything. He has gotten special books and photo albums made just for you that are a compilation of his entire career so far and life.

Anytime he gets a new headshot taken, he gets a second copy for you to add to your collection. Speaking of your collection, it’s so freaking big. Like pretty much everything that has ever been produced with his name on it, you own. His dearest career possessions are also yours to take care of, except for his awards. Sorry babe, no one is allowed to touch them outside of him.

His favorite thing is when you hold onto his arm like he’s going to fly away. Haha he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

He’s just as outwardly and intensely affectionate as you are so you having at least one hand on him at all times isn’t a biggie because if you aren’t touching him…he’s certainly touching you.

He allows you to wash his hair for him while he’s showering so you have something to do instead of waiting outside for him.

You have complete freedom to choose any of his clothes from his closets to wear. They all already smell just like him. When his maid does his laundry, she is instructed to spray everything with his cologne.

Will never deny taking a photo with you or posing with random objects and backgrounds that you have interest in for your album.

Lowkey I believe he’ll stay on FaceTime all day with you and keep his phone hidden in his pocket while filming just so you won’t be lonely.

He definitely will take you on set from time to time and steal props you want. Doesn’t matter anyways they all work for him and can make another one in an instant.

He’s definitely lost you at a big premier party and had some rando return you back to him with your eyes all watery.

“Is this yours, Johnny?”

Raiden MK11

Is kind of confused why you need to be near him 24/7… like don’t you want to go do other things instead of watching him work?

You definitely cried before and asked him if he still loved you because he seemed to be bothered by your constant presence.

He’s not he’s just so out of the loop with human things but he eventually stops questioning it after you explain it to him and he sees how sad you are over it.

I’m not sure if he’d be into holding your hand all day or you clinging to his arm, I think he’ll settle for you holding onto his garments instead. They’re already super loose and baggy so it’s not really disturbing him. Plus it’s easier for him to get used to than just diving right in.

I don’t think Raiden would mind the questions you ask him as long as it’s not while he’s busy. He’ll probably question why you’re so interested in him and these things but ultimately he’ll answer them .

Will also bring you scrolls about different questions you have and go through them with you.

You following closely behind him doesn’t really phase him too much, obviously there are times you can’t go into a certain room with him because of private matters but you’re allowed to wait outside of the door. He likes to know where you are at all times just in case he needs to protect you and you always being nearby soothes him.

He doesn’t have much memorabilia to give to you but I can imagine Raiden picking flowers or pretty rocks for you while he’s outside. He knows it brings you much joy to receive things from him, especially things you can fiddle with while you’re anxious.

Is very serious about the use of his powers but he’ll use his electricity more often for you to see. Sometimes even when he’s gone he’ll even cause lightning in the sky to let you know he’s thinking about you in hopes it’ll give you some comfort.

Speaking of electricity, he most enjoys your questions about it. He knows everything there is to know about storms and his power/where it comes from.

Doesn’t really understand the purpose of cuddling or really how to do it but I think he’d let you sit in his lap while he’s working on something. You can put your head in the crook of his neck and rest. He quite likes feeling the warmth of your breaths on his neck. Sometimes he’ll even explain to you what he’s doing and how everything works.

He doesn’t often sleep and knows you refuse to go to bed without him so he’ll pull up a chair next to you and watch you until you are in deep slumber. This is the time he’ll allow you to hold his hand. It’s cute seeing you like this.

I think people slightly tease him about your clinginess and childish like behavior but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Y/N enjoys being around me because I make her feel protected…is that a fault?”

[exhaslo]

Hi! hello! Can I request a side story #2 for puzzle pieces? Im sorry but the series is just so good!! can I request where wifey is finally pregnant and miguel is going FERAL, like he is down bad. Pls?

also if you like, add where the baby comes, ok bye!

Don't be sorry! I love writing extra Puzzle Pieces content!!

Warning: Fluff, mentions of sex, language

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Finally.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you held the pregnancy test in your hands. Your nervous smile growing wider by the second as you thought of ways to tell your loving husband, Miguel. Your heart rate pounding faster as you could just imagine your future with a little Miguel running around.

Finally.

All those nights of Miguel bullying your body paid off. The thought made your face grow flustered. Stepping out of the bathroom, you gripped onto the pregnancy test, wondering how you were going to tell Miguel.

Should you be cheesy and give him a bunch of baby food or put a bun in the oven? Maybe you should just tell him? Pouting at the thought, you wanted to be just a little clever towards Miguel.

"Oh! Oh! I know!!"

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It took a few days for you order to arrive. Unable to stop smiling, you placed the box in the living room and waited for Miguel to return home. He had you take the day off since you weren't feeling too well. You blamed the morning sickness on some small food poisoning.

A bad idea since Miguel was about to have his men raid the restaurant the two of you went too. You had to beg him not too, especially since it was a white lie.

Sighing at the thought, you quickly pushed it away as you heard the door open. Hurrying over, you smiled towards an exhausted Miguel.

"Welcome home~" You cooed, spreading your arms out for a hug.

"Aye, que vista (what a sight)," Miguel hummed, burying himself into your embrace, "Are you feelings better, my little bunny?" He asked, inhaling your scent.

"Hehe, I am. Are you hungry? I made dinner...and I have a surprise for you~"

"Oh? Can I have the surprise now?" Miguel chuckled, finding you adorable.

You gave Miguel a pout, but after a bunch of little kisses and hand roaming, you caved. Miguel kept his hands on your waist, kissing the back of your neck as you brought him to the couch. Whines and whimpers escaped your lips as you tried to get serious.

"M-Miggy, the puzzle," You complained.

"Sorry, sorry, mi amor (my love). Can't wait to see what you have in store for me,"

You giggled as you sat on Miguel's lap, working on the puzzle with him. You felt his breathe against your neck as he hummed every now and then. You shuddered softly when Miguel groaned softly as the word, 'baby' was formed.

"(Y/N), are you-"

"Awe, finish the puzzle,"

Miguel just chuckled as he pinned you to the couch. His eyes sparkling in awe as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His words and feelings expressed with each moment of his body and hands.

"Thank you."

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Miguel was going crazy. It had been a few months since you announced your pregnancy to him. Miguel was spoiling the shit out of you. Making sure you got everything you wanted, taking care of your every whim.

If you were craving something, Miguel would get it. If your feet hurt, Miguel would massage them. Miguel was going to do everything for you.

Currently, you were at home with a big belly, being taken care of by Jessica. As much as Miguel wanted to be home with you, he still had a job to do and a mafia to run.

That, and Miguel was having a hard time resisting you. You looked so perfect with your big belly. His child inside you, growing. The thought made Miguel want you more and more. He wished for you to have their child already to Miguel could put another one in you.

"Fuck, I need to focus," Miguel grumbled.

Miguel needed to calm these thoughts. He felt like a beast wanting to devour you. How could he resist though? You always looked at him with needy and lustful eyes, whining and begging for any little thing. It was so cute.

"Soon. Soon."

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When it was close to your due date, Miguel took off of work and hovered over you. He had his men ready at any moment to make sure there was a clear path to the hospital for your baby. Miguel wanted to make sure everything went smoothly.

"Miggy," You whimpered, holding his hand, "You're more worried than me, hehe."

"I just want to make sure everything is smooth." Miguel pecked your forehead, stroking your hand, "I can't wait to see our child."

"Mhm~ Same~" You cooed then groaned, gasping softly, "M-Miguel...ah....m-my...hn, my water-"

"On it!"

Miguel easily picked you up, calling out to Lyla who was on speed dial. Carefully, but quickly, Miguel carried you to his car, making sure you made it to the hospital.

You were crying and breathing heavily as Miguel held your hand. His focus and attention all on you as he whispered sweet nothingness in his ear. You cried, gripping his hand tightly,

"M-Miguel! It hurts!"

"Shh, I know, baby. I know. You're doing such a good job." Miguel whispered, kissing your hand.

You cried until you reached the hospital. Miguel hurried beside you as the nurses took over. He didn't leave your side for even a second. His hand holding yours as you pushed, cried and screamed.

"AH!!!"

After one last scream and push, you breathed heavily as cries filled the room. Miguel stroked your hair and kissed your head, whispering you a good job. The nurses went to clean the baby before returning the child to the two of you.

"M-Miguel," You panted softly, "Look, our baby~ Hehe,"

"Good job," Miguel hummed, kissing you, "Such a good girl,"

Stroking your hair, you just smiled as you held your baby. The doctors congratulated the two on you on a healthy baby boy before leaving. The nurses stayed to clean you up, before transferring you to another room and the baby to the baby room.

To your request, Miguel got on the bed and cuddled you as you rested. Exhausted took over your system as you fell asleep in his arms. Miguel hummed happily, kissing your head.

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By the time you woke up, you were still exhausted, but also relieved. A smile formed against your lips as you looked up at your husband. Miguel was watching the news, his hands stroking your hair every now and then.

"How's our baby?"

"Healthy," Miguel responded and pecked your forehead, "How are you?"

"Tired. When can we go home?"

"Soon, baby. I know you don't like hospitals." Miguel hummed and chuckled lowly, "That much of a hurry to go home and make another baby?"

"M-Miguel!" You squeaked, covering your face in his chest, "H-How long have you....b-been ready for another one?"

"Months." Miguel said with a soft groan, nibbling against your ear, "You've been so fucking tempting."

"Miggy!" You whined softly.

Miguel just chuckled, pulling you close as he whispered dirty thoughts into your ear.

He was ready for another child.

And he wasn't going to wait much longer. Not after holding back for the last few months.

"Ah, amor, I'm going to treat you so good after doing such a good job."

"Miguuuuuuel!"

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I hope you enjoyed! Puzzle Pieces is always fun to write! Also, you all might like my new series:

Over-Time

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[stellaestra]

I look into the spaces in-between in search of you (I miss you more than anything)

pairing: tim drake/mc [reader] author's note: old ideas from high school for me to write excerpts about as per usual and tim's my muse to explore these ideas on unless stated otherwise, if you see this posted on ao3, yes that is me too dw

this is unfortunately very self-indulgent hehe <3 mb babes p.s. this cld be taken as both ways? romantic? platonic? take your pick lol

word count: 1511 words

cw: um, mentions of injury? unedited // no beta read, we'll die like men here

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It had been days since the last time Tim had slept ever since he found footage of someone that seemed eerily familiar to you, clad in a bright red jacket that was practically your signature back then. It was one of your favourite jackets after all.

He was getting a little too frantic and was rather adamant about them being you. He wanted to prove to everyone that you weren't dead but alive. 

He would delay the process of falling asleep if he had to.

“Red Robin.” He spoke into the mic.

“Access approved.” The artificial intelligence responded back.

“Where are they hiding you?” The words trailed off, his eyes were already glued to the screen. 

His icy blues scanned through the files; that includes, footage, clips and articles – each and every one of them, trying to search a certain code-name belonging to someone he once knew very well like the back of his hand and grew extremely fond of over the course of the years of knowing them.

The only footage that could have matched your physique was that single footage alone and it irked him to no end. 

He was already rather obsessed with the idea of trying to search for you and none of his family members nor friends managed to deter him away from his work.

However, there was a single tiny nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him of the possible reality that there was no way you would come back unless some kind of miracle brought you back to life like what had happened to Jason and he never really touched that particular topic whenever asked.

Only vague answers from him. He would always end the conversation before it started.

—

Meanwhile, you weren't quite pleased with the fact that you had to drop out of your current school and had to take online classes to finish your high school education for the sake of a diploma to show you completed everything that was necessary to proceed further into higher education. 

Well, at least there was some compensation for it, the organisation you were under was paying for your education so you couldn't complain as much as you would like. Whether you like it or not, you need to be under everyone's radar for the time being because you were relatively vulnerable while you were in the middle of recovering.

It was rather unfortunate that you had obtained a very life-threatening wound months ago, it took you ages to finally feel like your body was yours and move it the way your brain intended it to. 

The phantom pain of being stabbed was another thing to deal with in the midst of doing your everyday life now. 

Your recovery period was a lot more sedentary than you would have liked too. There was always a constant itch to do workout routines that was far too intense for your weakened state at the moment.

All in all, this was something they told you to do and it was to keep prying eyes away from you until you reached full recovery before being deployed back onto the field.

Staying with your grandma was pretty nice too, it had been quite some time since your family last visited her and it was always annual visits at the end of the school year for Christmas. 

Your other issue living in a more secluded area was, of course, none other than net signal stability. It kind of helped you to be harder to be detected and traced back but it still irked you that you would need to wait longer for your files to be downloaded.

Regardless, life has been much simpler and far less hectic than your usual ones back home. It was nice to be able to breathe for once instead of being dogpiled by both your school tasks and your other responsibilities.

It wasn't easy for your uncle to convince your parents for you to move away for your recovery period after your so-called hit and run accident which was a cover-up for your actual one. 

—

It had taken several months for Tim to get the final clue needed to prove you weren't dead and he finally got it now —

“Found you.” Tim muttered under his breath, sounding almost unhinged — wide icy blue eyes zeroed in on another footage he managed to scrape through the worldwide database, fingers hovering his keyboard. 

The teen had immediately booked the next flight available to where you were now regardless of the schedules that had lined up for him. He couldn't give a flying damn about it right this second now that he finally located your whereabouts they so desperately tried to conceal your presence from everyone.

He jumped to his closet, scavenging through his mess of clothes to throw into his carry-on luggage bag for him to bring with on his impromptu trip.

The next morning, he made his way to Gotham’s airport without so much as leaving a note to mention where he would be. He doesn't want anything to risk his solid decision.

The dawning realisation fell upon him when he touched-down at your home country airport. He was finally here. He was finally able to see you now. 

His next hurdle was to track you down to your very exact location and it wasn't going to be a breeze for him – he hated to admit and they covered your tracks far too well for any mistakes to happen. 

It took him roughly a week or so to get a clue of you. 

—

Tim spotted your silhouette from miles away before he made a beeline for you. He called out your name almost desperately, causing you to turn back and face him. 

You looked as pretty as the last time he saw you. A sheepish look plastered your features as you faced him fully. 

“...Found you.” He exhaled out, he was a little out of breath from sprinting to your spot. Call him crazy or whatever. He wasn't going to lose sight of you. 

“...Uh, hi, hey, Timbo,” you chuckled, your eyes betrayed you as there was a look of guilt behind them despite you trying to play it off coolly, “took you long enough, huh?” 

He remained silent as he stared at you, soaking in your presence and trying to etch everything about you right now into his brain. His icy blue eyes were starting to intimidate you right now because you rarely ever felt so exposed in someone's presence before. 

“Heh, well, don't let it get to your head,” you joked, running your fingers through your hair, “the only reason you were able to find me was because I let myself be found.”

“Shut up, I'm very upset with you right now,” His words sounded wet, as if he was fighting back his tears even though there was a deep frown set on his lips, jaws clenched and shoulders straightened (tensed). There was nothing else that indicated that he was about to cry other than his voice that carelessly betrayed him.

He had managed to trace you back to your home country was one thing, the other part was finding you at your exact location was another gamble.

He found you at the beachside of Sipitang, a town located in one of Sabah's district divisions, taking a walk while eating chicken wings skewers you had bought in a plastic dangling in your hands.

“Why, you want a reward for finding me sooner than intended?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at him, “the only thing I have on me right now is my chicken wings if you want some?”

He doesn't know what to do with himself nor what he would like to say to you now that he has found you, safe and sound in Borneo Island. He wanted to pull you into his arms so badly but he withholded himself from doing so because you would look at him weird for even attempting such a feat. 

You've known Tim for several years now and you would like to think you knew him from the inside out enough to take notice of his little quirks and decipher them to how he would like to be perceived as.

You opened your arms wide, inviting him for the hug that the other boy was trying to force himself not to give.

It took him a few moments to finally give in, and pushed his pride away to embrace you, taking you into his arms and feeling the warmth you gave away through your body. He hid his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent.

“I miss you.”

“I'm very much aware,” you chuckled into his shoulders, squeezing him, “don't think I didn't notice you snooping around our database, you loser."

“I need to prove to them you aren't dead and I need to see it with my own eyes.” He admitted, wounding his arms tighter around you.

“Of course you’d do that, you stalker.” 

“I really did miss you.”

“Me too.”

[sturniozo]

Savage Love Part Two

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

A/N: I’m so happy y’all like the first part it’s insane!!! I have so many plans for this fic tbh hehe I have so much ready already but I want to finish tutor as well which only has a few parts left but asshhhhhh thank you guys for all the praise on part one you have no idea how much it means to me!!!

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“You’re joking.” Emma says. I just stare at her. “No fucking way. Matt Sturniolo took care of you while you were drunk! A total stranger!” She smiles. “That’s a scoop!”

“Yeah, it’ll get you something big.” I nod.

“Not me, you. Too humanitarian for my writings. But you, with your do good and help the planet and its people look on life…. An article about the most ruthless and powerful man taking care of a helpless stranger while she’s intoxicated! That’ll get you something big!”

I smile at her. “I’ll have to get to writing it fast. Kyler doesn’t like old news. I’ll need it out by tonight for it to be any good to him.”

Kyler is our boss, the editor of our newspaper. Even though it’s a small newspaper outlet, our boss is a hardass, and I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t fired me already.

~

I set the stapled sheets of the freshly printed article on Kyler’s desk.

“What is this?” He asks without even looking up at me.

“It’s my article. Matt Sturniolo has a soft spot.” I bite my lip and Kyler looks up at me, seemingly intrigued.

“Matt Sturniolo?” He asks. I nod and he picks up the article, quickly reading and flipping through it. I had made sure to not mention it was me that Matt had taken care of, and made it seem like another person had told me about it. “Where did you get this?”

“Anonymous source.” I reply. Kyler nods and hands it back to me. “Send it to print and have it on a middle column that’s free.” He looks back at his computer and I take the article and quickly leave.

I smile to myself as I take the article to print. I tell the guys exactly what Kyler told me to tell them and they nod, taking the article from me and shooing me away.

I go back to my desk and sit down, not able to wipe the smile off my face. I look over my computer and see Emma, on the phone with someone I assume is another person she’s crossed when writing an article about them after they slept together.

Not long before the end of the day, Kyler comes out of his office for the debrief. Everyone tells him their scoops and he gives them the yes or no. Then it comes to me.

“Do you think you can talk to that anonymous source again?” He asks me.

I hesitate but Emma answers for me. “She definitely can!”

“Good. I want confirmation on the rumors that Matt Sturniolo is the head of the Mafia in New York. Can you get it to me?”

“She sure can!” Emma answers for me again.

“Get me confirmation in a month. I want updates and articles until then.” Kyler demands. He then surveys the room before leaving back to his office.

“A month? How am I supposed to get that information in a month?” I ask Emma.

“Well, you have his number don’t you?” She tells me.

I sigh. “I guess.”

“You guess?! Use the number! Call him! He’ll do it now!”

“Really?”

“If you don’t get that article in within a month, Kyler will fire you!”

I sigh again and pull out my phone and the card Matt had given me. I dial the number and put it on speaker for Emma to hear.

“Hello?” The other end says.

“Hi, is this Matt? We met at the party, you took me to the hotel room when I was too drunk to stand?”

“Dollface, I’ve been waiting for your call.” Matt says and my stomach flips in circles. “Did you change your mind?”

I laugh softly before saying “I guess you can say that.”

“Meet me tonight at 7, at the hotel.”

“Alright.”

“Bye dollface.” He says before hanging up.

“Dude, that was so booty-call-esque.” Emma says and laughs. “I thought you weren’t a hook up type?”

“I not. But I need this story.”

“I know. I’ll help you.”

“Help me?”

“You’re going into my territory. You’re sleeping with people for information.”

“Not people, just Matt. And who know is he’ll even tell me anything.”

“Oh he won’t tell you anything. You have to pick things up on your own.”

“What?” I laugh.

“Like if he takes a call after sex, what he says, who’s in the other end. Or if he says he has a meeting, ask who with. And keep hooking up with him. The more you hookup, the more he’ll be willing to share with you.”

I take a deep breath. “I can do this. I can hook up.” I tell myself.

The truth is I don’t think I can just hook up. The only guy I’ve ever been with and had sex with was my high school boyfriend, who cheated on me and made me feel like I wasn’t good enough half the time we were together.

“You got this.” Emma says

Tags: @stargirlsturniololover @sturniolobessed @eyelessdemon @sturnioloenthusiast @sturniolopookie @urmommysbathroom @qwertytit @whatever1021 @chrisfavoritepepsi

[neetily]

—follower thank you event !!

in an effort to thank you all and appreciate all of the love, support, and kindness you have all shown me over the many months i've known you, especially when following me on this new blog too, i've decided to open up a matchup event!

— what is a matchup? basically, you send me some information (you can see which i need further down) and depending on what you send me, i will match you up like your very own personal cupid to a character i think fits you most from the designated fandoms! i've also included some extra information and goodies to make it a little more fun hehe...

— below, you will find all the information you may require to take part in this event! please read through it carefully and thoroughly, as anyone who does not abide by these rules will have their entry deleted immediately.

— the event will run for three days, or until all of the slots are taken.

20/20 slots taken

— RULES

matchups are being done for Stardew Valley, Degrees of Lewdity, and Fields of Mistria only.

you must include your age in bio.

you must send me a message off anon so that i can keep track of who sends what, you will, however, still remain anonymous! i will post your matchup anonymously in a separate post, and then answer your ask privately with a link to it to let you know that i finished it up!

you must be following me, as this is an event made for my followers! new followers are welcome, of course.

you can send in a max of 1 messages and in that one message you can ask for a max of 2 fandoms to count for 2 entries during the event duration, any extra entries will be subsequently deleted. i will then provide up to 2 drabbles per fandom requested for!

my limits still very much apply to this event, jsyk!

are you a mutual? then this rule is for you! you guys do not count when it comes to taking up slots, but you can still only send a max of 2 fandoms! just don't worry if all the slots are taken up and you didn't get a chance to take part, you guys can always take part <3

— MATCHUP INFORMATION

here is all the information you should/could add to your entry! you can, of course, add more or less. but the more you add then the better/more accurate your matchup will be!

a brief personality description

a brief description of your appearance (such as if you wear glasses, prefer skirts, always have your hair tied up. please do not be too specific and/or extensive)

zodiac sign/MBTI

your ideal type

your favourite trope (one)

your favourite kink (one)

your favourite season

preferred terms of endearment

preferred genitalia (otherwise, i will default to none and try to be as nondescript as possible)

any likes/dislikes

hobbies

your love language

who you want to top/bottom

anything else you wish to mention!

in addition to the above, information i absolutely require is as follows;

do you prefer sweet (fluff) or spicy (smut) tastes?

what is your favourite date spot/event?

which fandom would you like to be matched up in?

which character gender would you like to be matched up with?

when you are alone, do you prefer to... listen to music, text your friends, or do something creative?

— given the information you provide me, i will find someone suitable for you that fits your parameters and write about why i think so, as well as attaching a little babble/drabble to the end exploring your relationship a bit further!

— example entry 1: hi! im an outspoken extrovert type, and my star sign is leo! i really love classical romance stories, and tend to find it difficult to stop yapping. my friends say that i am funny, kind, and a perfectionist! i like being called "love", and i'd prefer if you'd use "cunt" when referencing genitalia. i love sweet treats and the colour blue, and my favourite hobby is ice skating. my ideal date would be at an amusement park, and i love texting my friends! please could you match me up with a male from DOL? thank you!

— example entry 2: hello there! i'd describe myself as shy, unsure, but kind! my love language is physical touch, and i love painting! when it comes to tropes, my favourite is "childhood best friends". and as for kinks, choking is my favourite! i enjoy being called degrading names, and summer is my favourite season, so i'd love if you included that! please could you also include the reader wearing glasses for me? as for your required information, i prefer spicy, a beach setting is perfect for a date, i'd like to request from any two fandom you choose, and either gender is fine! also, i prefer listening to music when i'm alone, thank you!

or something like that, yknow? just be sure to include brief descriptions and the required info and we're good!

disclaimer: if you disagree or otherwise dislike who i have picked for your matchup, please don't get mad at me lmao... this is all just silly fun, it doesn't mean anything <3 and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask!

[aishangotome]

Elbert Greetia: Mad Love Chapter 21

Chapter 20

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Victor: So far, you’ve kept the secret well.

Victor: If you keep this up, I can offer you the option to return to your normal life.

Victor: Tell me what you want to do when the promised day comes.

-

After finishing the conversation with Victor and the others, Elbert embraced me as soon as I returned to my room from the lounge.

Elbert: ...I'm sorry.

(Huh...?)

His sorrowful voice whispered in my ear, causing my heart to stir.

I quietly raised my eyes to meet his troubled gaze.

Kate: Why are you apologizing?

Elbert: ..............

After a moment of silence, his pale lips hesitantly parted.

Elbert: Because I can no longer... keep you away from sin.

Elbert: I intended to set you free after the promised month was over.

Elbert: But now, I can't bear the thought of you leaving my side.

(Keep me away from sin...)

A memory of when we first met surfaced in my mind.

*flashback*

Elbert: If you hadn't been taken to that place... you wouldn't have had to see those things.

Elbert: You're different from us. ...You shouldn't have come here.

Elbert: ...Sin doesn't suit you.

*flashback over*

That was right after I accompanied Crown on a mission for the first time and saw human blood.

Even then, Elbert was certainly worried about me.

(I'm sure he intended to return me to my normal life when the time came.)

(Before, I was happy and relieved by his kindness, but...)

Now, his arms pleading for me not to leave are precious to me.

Wanting to change his pained expression, I smiled and placed my hand on Elbert's chest.

Kate: The reason you don't want to let me go, Lord Elbert...

Kate: It's not to atone for your sins anymore, is it?

Elbert: ...No.

Elbert: It's... because I want to be happy with you.

Elbert: I want to be happy together... I want to be by your side.

His voice, containing not a shred of hesitation, seeps warmly into my heart.

Kate: Then... there's no need to apologize. I'm happy.

(I can't go back to my old life without Elbert.)

There are important things in my old life, but right now, he, who is in front of me, has become more important than anything else.

Kate: I also have no intention of choosing to return to my everyday life.

Elbert: Kate...

The strength in his arms as he hugs me tightens.

As if to soothe my anxieties, as if to share his happiness, strongly and gently--

Elbert: ...Tonight, don't go back to your room.

Kate: Mmm...

Making up for what words cannot express with kisses, we fall onto the bed beside us.

I lie down on top of Elbert, my cheek against his chest, and hear the steady beating of his heart.

Elbert: Not just tonight... tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, too.

Elbert: I want you to sleep next to me... I want you to wake up next to me.

Kate: ...I want that too.

Kate: But, it's probably best to get Victor's permission.

Elbert: ...Don't say another man's name in this bed.

Kate: Eh, mmm...!

While saying something like a disobedient child, Elbert sits up.

Before I can be surprised by the reversal of our positions, the kiss deepens even further.

(...Ah, that wasn't my intention at all.)

The expression on his face as he furrows his brow in a sulky way is cute and endearing, but his not-at-all-cute kiss makes my breath hitch.

Kate: Mmm... Haa... Ah, even with what we were talking about, is it not okay...?

Elbert: ...No matter how it is, it's not okay.

(No way...)

His lips, still in a pout, express his dissatisfaction directly.

Kate: Hehe...

Elbert: ...? ...Was it funny?

Kate: No, I'm happy.

Elbert: Happy...?

It's cruel to say I'm happy to have made him jealous, but I'm happy and feel blessed that he desires me solely to satisfy his own heart.

Kate: The fact that you get jealous, and that you take it out on me,

Kate: I'm happy about all of it.

Elbert: ...All of it?

Kate: Yes.

Elbert: I see... then,

He gently brushes away the hair from my neck and places a sweet kiss there.

Elbert: ...If I said I wanted to bite here, would you forgive me...?

Kate: ...ah...

He kissed my neck, begging for me. Over and over again.

Realizing he was waiting for me to give him an answer-- I nodded.

Elbert: Mmm...

Kate: Ah--

Elbert's perfectly aligned teeth sink into my skin with a soft sound.

Along with a dull, spreading pain, it also sprouted a perverse pleasure within my body.

Kate: Ah, Lord Elbert...

Then, Elbert sweetly bit and kissed all over my body.

The relentless repetition felt like an act to suppress an even more intense urge.

-

A few days later, a follow-up report came in on the "Bernal Trading Company."

It seems that a public investigation into the company and its customers had finally begun, thanks to William's conviction of a politician who had been pressuring the police, a name that was on the customer list.

Crown's duties had begun to calm down considerably compared to a few days ago.

(Let's make sure to record everything until the end.)

Elbert: ...Kate, aren't you tired? You've been at the typewriter all day.

Kate: I'm fine. You never know what might happen, so I have to write while it's calm.

I continue typing on the typewriter in the corner of Elbert's room.

Lately, Elbert has also been spreading out several documents and seems to be considering something.

Kate: Lord Elbert, please don't push yourself too hard.

Elbert: Ah... thank you.

After admiring his profile for a moment as he looks back down at the documents, I return to the typewriter.

Elbert had somehow gotten Victor's permission, and everything that was in my room had been moved to Elbert's room.

(Victor came to me and gave me a final confirmation, but is it really okay?)

(The option to refuse... didn't even cross my mind.)

(When I was locked up in this room before, I was so sad,)

(But now... I'm happy that this room has become my place.)

Eventually, when I reached a stopping point in recording the report, Elbert also stopped his paperwork and made tea for us.

Elbert: This is sudden, but... I'll be away from the castle for a few days starting tomorrow.

Kate: A few days? Where are you going?

Elbert: ...It's a secret.

(A secret...)

I felt a slight shadow pass over him as he muttered those words.

Kate: May I ask why it's a secret...?

Elbert: ...If I told you, you'd worry.

Elbert: You'd probably say you'll come with me, but I don't want to take you.

His serious words gave me a strange sense of déjà vu.

(When Elbert tries to distance me like this, it's...)

(When something sad is about to happen.)

Kate: If I hear that, I'll want to come with you.

Elbert: I'm sorry. ...I wanted to avoid leaving you without saying anything.

Elbert: ...You stay here.

Elbert: In return for not being able to give you a life free of guilt...

Elbert: I want to keep you as far away as possible from the sight that will make you sad.

Elbert: So that you can keep smiling.

Kate: Lord Elbert...

He won't tell me the reason, only that he cares for me deeply.

But there is no doubt that this is also Lord Elbert's true feelings.

(For Lord Elbert, happiness may be as fleeting as a dream)

(That's why he's trying so desperately to protect me)

Kate: Please be careful.

Kate: And... please come back safely.

Elbert: Yes... of course.

I feel the warmth of his love from the smile he gives me.

If I can protect his heart by being enveloped in that love, there was no other choice but to accept it.

-

At dinner that day, Lord Elbert informed Crown of his coming absence.

Victor: In that case... we'll need to have someone else from Crown accompany Kate.

Elbert: ..........

Kate: ...! Right... I see.

I'm still a "Fairytale Keeper" for only one month.

I am under the surveillance of Crown to see if I am trustworthy enough not to leak information.

Victor: If everyone is away from the castle, we may have her accompany someone on a mission...

Victor: I'll try to adjust the missions so that doesn't happen as much as possible.

Kate: Thank you.

Victor: If you want to go somewhere, could you ask someone at the castle?

Kate: Yes, I understand.

Elbert: .............

(Lord Elbert?)

When I glanced to my side, Lord Elbert was silent, his eyes downcast as if in deep thought.

-

Kate: ...Are you worried?

When I spoke to his face, which was tinged with sadness, Lord Elbert reacted with a start.

Elbert: ...I'm sorry. ...Was it that obvious?

He furrowed his brow in distress as he turned to me.

Kate: No. But you seemed more down than usual.

As we sat on the bed, Lord Elbert embraced me as if to reassure himself.

Elbert: ...I'm worried that you might be in danger while I'm away.

It hasn't been that long since I was kidnapped by Jeffrey.

Lord Elbert himself had just been in danger.

I knew how he felt about worrying about me.

Elbert: And... someone from Crown accompanying you...

Kate: It's alright. If I end up accompanying another Crown member on a mission, I'll be very careful.

Kate: So please don't worry.

Elbert: ...That's not it.

Lord Elbert sighed as if to vent his worries.

Elbert: It was me who decided to leave you... It's silly, but...

Elbert: I hate that I won't be able to protect you by your side.

Elbert: I want to be the one to protect you.

Kate: ....!

The direct possessiveness sweetly tickled my heart.

(Oh my... I'm a little happy about this.)

(Even though Elbert is suffering...)

I tightened my lips to suppress a grin and twisted my body in his arms to look up at him.

Elbert: I wish I had two bodies...

Elbert: Then I could protect you, both near and far.

Kate: Hehe... Then I'd be troubled, not knowing which one to kiss.

Elbert: ...Indeed, the other me and I might end up killing each other.

We laughed at the joke that wasn't quite a joke, and shared a light kiss.

Elbert's worries seemed to have finally cleared up a little.

We embraced each other and slowly lay down on the bed.

As if to etch into each other the warmth we would be parting with tomorrow, we remained in each other's arms.

Elbert: While we're apart... I hope no one else would be reflected in your eyes.

Kate: ...Hehe, that would be quite difficult.

Kate: Should I... wear a blindfold...?

Elbert: ...That would be nice too.

We exchanged such unreal words as we drifted off to sleep--almost together, we reached the brink of slumber.

-

--I was in a dream again.

Kate slept like the dead in my arms, her face so beautiful it shook my heart, and I gently stole her lips.

(I finally have her.)

You will never see anyone else in your eyes, nor will you remember a warm place and leave.

(If only we could melt and blend into one.)

Will this thirst ever be quenched--?

-

Elbert: ...!

I opened my eyes as if I had been ejected from the depths of a terrible dream.

Elbert: Ha... Ha...

I repeated shallow breaths and hurriedly looked at Kate sleeping next to me.

I gently put my ear to her chest, and when I confirmed that she was breathing, I let out a sigh of relief.

The aftertaste of the cruel dream still gnawed at my chest.

Elbert: Why did I have such a dream...?

Elbert: ...Kate.

Elbert: ...I'm sorry.

With a feeling much like repentance, I kissed her sleeping lips.

They were warm, soft--and I was terribly thirsty.

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Mad Love Chapter 22

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[teapot-tyrant]

Stupid twst OC drabble that I haven't proofread based on a post I saw about what if Yuu is just experiencing the story of TWST like in the "Lost in the Book" events.

Have fun, I guess.

"And then what happened?" A young boy asked, curiously tilting his head to the side.

"Calm down, Kevin! I'm getting there." Yuna replied, patting the young boy's head as she looked around the room.

It had been a habit for her, telling her younger brother a story that had been going on for weeks, if not months by now.

"I know," the boy pouted. "But I hafta know what happened while the maid girl was fighting the... Um... Death people!"

"You mean the Brothers of the River Styx?"

"Yeah! Them!"

"Ok. Well then... The Maiden was fighting alongside three other heroes: the Eccentric Archer, the Gutsy Squire, and the Beautiful Prince..."

She didn't really remember where she got the idea from, but Kevin seemed to enjoy the story as she mused.

"Wait, Yuyu! Isn't that Prince guy the guy the Maiden beat up real good a few days ago?"

"Yeah, it is! I'm glad you remembered, hehe... It wasn't the Maiden who beat him up though, it was her dear friend, the Loyal Spadesman, who dealt the finishing blow."

"Ah... But wait- why isn't he or the other one here again?"

The characters in her story were all the same, though there were many of them. As far as Yuna could tell, the only one based on anyone she knew was the Lost Maiden, the protagonist of the story she told... And yet, she had come to tell of the exploits of most of the other characters in such great detail that one could've sworn she had known them in real life.

"Well, I guess a little recap couldn't hurt too badly... Ok so back before the Maiden traveled to the Underworld, there was to be a celebration of sorts. You know, for the music festival that the Maiden and her companions had taken part in..."

'Perhaps it's all just wish fulfillment...' Yuna thought as she recounted the exploits of the heroes in her story.

After all, she never really had many friends growing up... Of course that just led her to wonder why none of her friends that WERE around never seemed to play a role in the story... The only other character who may have been based on someone she really knew was the Maiden's foolish, but loyal feline companion. The family cat, affectionately called Goyle, was a mischievous thing, after all... But yet, it didn't feel right to call the cat a parallel to the character. Something Yuna just couldn't place.

"Oh! So that's why they aren't there right now... I'm sure the Maiden is really sad about that, huh?" Kevin asked, his bright eyes shining in the dim bedroom.

"I think she would be, yeah," Yuna replied. "Especially with her companion being taken away from her on top of it all! You know, she loves all of her friends very much... I know I'd be very upset if I were in her shoes..."

Five years ago, Yuna ran away from home.

On one of the few nights she had spent in those dark, eerie woods, Yuna had had the strangest dream. She didn't remember much of it, if any of it at all, but when she woke up, it was as though she had wasted the last year or so in a slump. It caused something in her to click, and she ran home immediately, sobbing in apology to her mother who had been beside herself with worry.

The only part she did remember, though, was a part when she fought a ferocious beast alongside some strange hooded figures who all seemed to know her by name.

The oddest part, though, was not that she did not remember such a fantastic dream, nor was it the part she did recall, but rather that she woke up with a polaroid that she couldn't remember taking...

In fact, before that morning, Yuna had never had an interest in photography in the slightest. For the past five years, that strange picture hung precariously above her desk, the origin forever unknown.

Sometimes, the faces in the photo haunted her... Familiar, friendly, but somehow no one she knew.

Perhaps they were the faces of her heroes? That's what she wanted to think, at least, and that was the way she told the story as well.

None of them had names, at least, not that Yuna could recall, but she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable connection to some of the boys in the photo.

Her favorites were the two positioned front and center in the picture, those who would be the closest to the photographer.

They were just two teenage boys, likely the same age Yuna would have been at the time she found the photo, and yet their appearances struck her as distinct compared to the peers she had grown up with.

One of them was lanky and a bit muscular, with a head of midnight blue hair, or maybe it was black and just looked that way in the light. The boy's striking blue eyes were something that always drew Yuna's attention and she couldn't help but wonder what the young man behind the photograph was like... She decided, though, that he seemed kind, but was probably not all that bright. In the end, when she began her story, the blue-haired boy was designated as "The Loyal Spadesman", on account of the fact that he had a spade painted by his right eye.

The other was a bit shorter and broader than the first, with a shock of red hair and a pair of eyes to match, perpetually gleaming with mischief. His ruby gaze was locked straight towards the camera, a playful grin etched across his face in a way that it made Yuna almost feel nostalgic, despite not remembering anyone with such a look. He had a large red heart painted by his left eye, opposite to the Spadesman, and Yuna had deemed him "The Ace", though she wasn't quite sure where the name had come from, compared to the other.

"I know I'd be upset if I were the Maiden..." Kevin mumbled. "I mean... She was so happy with her friends and then they got beat up real badly right in front of her! And then she felt so sad about it and went with the weird hunter guy and the squirrel Guy"

Yuna laughed softly.

"'Squirrel'? I think you mean 'Squire', right?"

"Yeah him!"

"Maybe it's for the best that you're not the Maiden, hehe. I think the Squire would be quite peeved if you called him a Squirrel. He never seemed like- no... He doesn't seem like one for being compared to things that are cute like that"

"Hmmm... Maybe! But I dunno... Oh yeah!!! They were in the under place!"

"Ok, the Underworld, right. So in the Underworld, there were these three spears that secretly belonged to Zeus, and the Maiden's team and the other groups of heroes that were there had set out to find them, since they were the only thing that could stop the Brothers..."

It was sad, sometimes.

Yuna would never admit it, but every once in a while, she would catch herself off guard while she told the story, and a pang of guilt would flow through her, like she was somehow forgetting something important.

Sure "The Maiden" was simply a recreation of herself into this setting, but she couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was some kind of other world- a world where this version of herself truly existed.

Maybe she was friends with the different heroes in the story.

Maybe she would tell stories like this with a grand smile and a flourish, but to heroes from another land instead of her baby brother.

Maybe she could look at that photograph pinned precariously on her wall and recite the names of every single boy in the picture and tell you everything you needed to know about them.

"And so, the Prince, the Archer, the Squire, and the Maiden all drew upon their strength and aimed the spear at the titan before them and let it fire freely, felling the monstrous creature and opening the path towards the Brothers of the River Styx, so that the group could save the Maiden's Companion and stop the Brothers once and for all..."

It was a nice thought, but ultimately pointless. She was never really one to stand out in a crowd, nor was she ever really popular with anyone in general, let alone such a large group of boys.

She still wondered, though, if whoever the people in the photo were would be proud of her, but would quickly shake away the thought.

"Aww... You're gonna leave it like that?! But I wanna know if she actually saves her friend or not!" Kevin pouted, as Yuna stood up and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Maybe we'll find out what happens to the Maiden tomorrow night," She reassured him, "but for now, I think it's time you get some sleep, ok kiddo?"

"But I'm not tired," Kevin said, stifling a yawn as Yuna carefully tucked him in. "I can still... Listen..." He mumbled as Yuna moved to flip off the light switch.

"Don't worry, Kev. I'll make sure that you learn everything you wanna know soon, ok?"

"...ok.. gnight Yuyu..."

"Goodnight, Kevin. Sweet dreams." She said quietly as she closed the door behind her.

It was a foolish notion. It would mean those people had to have somehow known who she was, but she knew that couldn't have ever been the case.

After all, Yuna Sid was a total nobody, and that was to be her defining legacy. A young maiden, forever lost to all but the few who knew her.

[haggamennon]

♡Light Shower♡

How He treats you and one of your dates:

Louis x Herbivore!GN!Reader (Romantic)

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(The Shishigumi Lions just being goofy and giving moral support to Louis)

TW: Fluff, Angst, and other things.

(not that much scary but if you feel uncomfortable reading, please, don't read)

Since you are a Herbivore, he would have maximum protection over you. He notice that tou were really shy near the other, he thought it was cute.

When the night comes, when everyone is sleeping, He spends hours talking to you on video call (even if you have been talking all day).

(he became more protective over you, and always keeps in touch with you, afraid of losing you).

To him, you are everything, he even told his dad that He won't need an arranged marriage because he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

If there's anyone bothering or even taking your attention away from him. He'd make sure to show the person that you're taken.

When there are any holidays or when it is weekend, you two decide to have a movie night. In my mind, I think he's a huge fan of cartoon (Since he lost half of his childhood with... you know what....My Poor Baby😭😭😭)

He would sit with you on his lap while watching it. If any climax happens, he'll start asking a thousand questions about it...

He even gave you a gift. Two necklaces, one with a padlock and the other with a key, they were really special for both of you.

He stayed with the padlock collar and you stayed with the key one. (He said it was because he only had eyes for you and wanted to show you that he would never leave or betray you, and he kept his promise)

TW: Mentions of Anxiety, Depression and fear.

When He got disappeared during the festival, you started getting anxious, you couldn't find him anywhere.

You texted and tried to call him with your phone, but nothing. After a some months that looked like years, He appears just to unenroll from school...

When He comes to your dorm, to give you one last goodbye kiss. But all He saw was you with red eyes and your cheeks fur all wet from crying. He just realized that he might have made a big mistake by leaving you behind, but He didn't have a choice...

For the past one hour, He spent it by hugging you and apologizing a lot in between the hug.

He kept the promise. He never took off the necklace, nor did you.

You were so sad and worried that you just were happy and relieved that he was safe. You cried during the hug, making the crook of his neck all wet from your tears.

He keep contact with you after he left. He promised to hangout with you during weekends.

He always spoil you with gifts and flowers (you dorm basically is a garden from how much He cares about you)

When He told you that he was the Boss of the Shishigumi, you almost freaked out. You knew they're a gang made of Lions and they eat meat.

You were waiting for an day to tell him about your number mark...

One of your dates:

It was Saturday, you have finished your homework and were leaving the bathroom after a nice bath, you notice there was a left message from your Boyfriend.

"Hey. Ready to go out for dinner and spend some time together?"

"Yep. I just left the bathroom, I'll put my clothes and meet you outside the school. Just 15 minutes and I'm there, See you there♡"

"Okay, I'll be waiting♡"

You put on a casual outfit and uses a perfume and other things just to look perfect to go out with him. You pick up a jacket, to keep your dorm keys and your School ID Card with you all the time. You headed outside the building and went to the gates of the school. When you exit the place, you saw an expensive car parked near the school, Louis was leaning against the car, waiting for you while he thought about something else.

"Hey Louis!" You make him jump a little, making him look in your direction and give a slight passionate smile. "Sorry for making you wait here, hehe..."

"That's alright. How are you doing, anything new at school?" He asked as he walks towards you and give you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Just the usual things... Oh, right, Els told me that a new member entered the Drama Club, she said he's a Dall Sheep. He's quite a teasing type of guy, most of the carnivores hate him already..." You giggle at the end of your sentence.

He let out a soft laugh. "Looks like they are already replacing me, that's good, to be honest." He opens the car door and waits for you to enter. "Shall we go? There are some people who have been wanting to meet you for a while."

"Should I be scared about it?" You make a joke about it as you enter the car and wait for him to enter the car, you notice that there's a Lion driving the car and you get a little more nervous but you wave it off. "Oh, by the way. Where did you want to bring me?" You look at Louis with a soft smile.

He gives a slight chuckle. "You will know when we arrive there~" He says in a teasing and excited tone as he closes the door and tells to the Lion to start driving to the destination. During the way, you two start talking about some things, about the school, about his business, and how each other looks beautiful on this night.

Once you two arrive, a Lion opens the door for both of you to exit the car, you look up at the building. "W-woah, this sure is a huge building."

"I know right" He chuckles. You two start heading inside and he leads you to a dining room, that is covered in decorations and the table only has meatless food, it seems that Louis ended up asking them not to show any kind of meat in front of you... " Welcome to our major criminal organization that controls the Black Market, The Shishigumi"

You notice some Lions walking into the dining room and they seem really excited to meet you. Louis gives them an angry look, maybe he has to maintain a serious and dominant posture to keep them in line. When they see the expression on his face, they seem to chicken out and leave, having left a few more dishes on the table.

"Let's start eating then, those Lions don't eat vegetables so we'll have to enjoy it while there's still time, haha." He sits near you and both of you starts eating.

When the two of you were done eating, some Lions came over and started clearing the plates from the table. You sit there and talk for a while. When it was already late, the two of you started walking towards the main hall.

When you were at the gates of the building. You started talking with him. "I really liked this date..."

"Did you? What was the best part of our date?" Both of you stop outside the building gates.

"I think the best part of this date was hanging out with you. Every time you're around, time seems to stop. What I mean is I enjoy every moment when I'm around you" You hug him, time seems to stop and neither of you wants to break the hug.

"Was that a declaration of your love for me?" He makes a joke and you laugh, he breaks the hug and now he's looking at you with a passionate look on his eyes.

"You can think of it that way if you want." You look at him with a smile. "I think it's a 'see you next Saturday'..." you start walking towards the car but you stop and turn towards him, you kiss him and start running towards the car. "See you some other day! I love you! Bye!"

Louis froze, not knowing how to react. In the background, inside the building, you can hear male voices celebrating, it seems that they were spying on you two from afar, haha.

His face become all red and he couldn't even say a word. He could only see you walking away, his heart started beating wildly, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

As you entered the car, there was a Lion with a happy face. He starts driving to Cherryton then he breaks the silence "Haha, He sure loves you" He compliments your relationship. "I'm glad you make him feel happy, he seemed quite sad before unenroll from school..."

"Thank you, I really hope he isn't making so much trouble with you guys, ehe" You say to him, with a gentle voice. You keep looking outside the window, seeing some stores still open. As you arrive to your destination you say goodbye to the Driver and walk inside the school gates.

Once you arrived to your dorm room. There was just you there, probably your roommates went to a party... You go to the bathroom and take a nice shower again, and put a shorts and one of Louis T-shirt (that you stoled from him and now it is your pajama).

Once you lay down the bed, you check your phone and you see a message left from Louis.

"Did you arrive safe and sound?" He texted to you

"Yes, thanks for taking me on this date, I loved it^^" You sent it to him.

"Good. I'm happy you liked it, now take a rest. I love you ♡" He sends you a photo of him on his bed, smiling at the camera. "If you dare send this photo to someone else I will kill you😒"

You reply "You look cute on this one, I'll put it as my cell phone's wallpaper♡" You start to slightly laugh about it. "I love you too♡ Goodnight, Bambi"

"Night, Sweetie♡" He replies your message and you put your phone away to charge it.

You look up, staring at the ceiling with a passionate smile on your face. You start thinking about how lucky you are from having a wonderful boyfriend. You start to feel sleep consume you, you end up falling asleep with a small smile on your face.

I hope it was nice enough to make your day a little better, took me 3 days to do it, cuz I'm lazy.... this was an Idea that I had, well then...

Byeee! 👋(Also, if you want any character, my door is always open for ideas, just ask me and I'll bring it to you all)

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

I just woke up and noticed we had more extra posts in the Zuma Week tag. I'll share them too, in a bit. But first...

Just wanted to thank everyone who participated!!! It wouldn't really have happened without all of us coming together for this!!

This whole thing was very important to me and probably to a lot of you too. Lately, most I've seen coming from the fandom was just sadness, frustration, resignation, complaints on how things have been going on about the show. Sure, I'm no exception, I posted some of my opinion on this matter too. It got to the point where the few "safe spaces" for enjoying Paw Patrol "content" were now mostly only the currently active askblogs run by fans, and even those were affected - what with people sometimes questioning Zuma why he hasn't shown up in Rocky's Garage yet, for example...

It was a very good change of air to finally have nice posts about something again. We spent an entire week saying good things, saying why we like this or that, sharing each other's posts, commenting, creating amazing connections, stories, some headcanons, heck we got even short fanfics and fandub clips! How cool is that?? For a moment, we ENJOYED things about the show once again, we CHERISHED one of the characters. And we were HAPPY doing so.

This is what a fandom is supposed to be like. We all know the show has taken bad turns, some poor decisions by the producers, etc. But aren't you tired of not enjoying anymore what used to be such a good show to you? Maybe a comfort show for so many of us? Seeing only complaints around is tiring. It's not secret to most of you I'm nearly on my 30s now (One month from now!! Omg) and the amount of times I left from previous fandoms I was in just because they were no longer enjoyable places to be in... I can't even bother to count. I didn't want this to happen here too. I refuse to let it happen yet again and have Paw Patrol be just one more past in my list like "Yeah I used to like this, but everyone would only complain about stuff not going well with the show or their favorite characters, there was barely anything nice around to enjoy, so I left".

We're remembering how it was to enjoy the show, enjoy moments, have fun picking favorites or top 3 or 5, bringing up funnies and cuties, come up with headcanons and little stories. Let's always go back to it, what do you say? Sure we are frustrated, but it's been a few years from what I know and complaining didn't get you guys anywhere better about the show's situation with the producers. Social media mods/staffs aren't allowed to engage/respond to negative feedback - as neutral as you try to be, it's still considered negative feedback. So, why not show them what we like, why we love this show, so they can see it?

With that being said...

We are NOT DONE YET!!!

I still will finish my post for Zuma's Birthday prompt, because it was just too big a thing to get done in time in my current situation. At least this means I can take some extra time and work on it properly now. Another friend was very busy this week too and will post their stuff for each prompt in the next days and I'll share them too. And there will be an extra surprise about all the little stories lovingly written by @cottoncandyswirl828 for each prompt!! I just need my new laptop to be delivered here in a week from now, hehe...

In the meantime... I'll release the next event in the Paw Patrol Community at some point today!! No, it's not another Appreciation Week already, you'll see 😂 But next year we'll have more Appreciation Weeks to celebrate, praise and cherish more pups!! I already have the next one planned, just gotta pick a good week for it!! IN THE MEANTIME, LET'S KEEP FLOODING OUR TAGS WITH NICE STUFF 💙❤️🩷💚💛🧡

Once again, thank you all!!!!

[auraisereigh]

"For the love now lost, for endless pain"

Chapter 7, Part II

Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson reader Blurb: Upon Star's return to Riorson house she finds back a flicker of hope. wc: 2.1k ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. Actually quite peaceful. Nothing really to note. Let me know if i missed something. Uses pronouns: she/her. i use Star as a nickname as y/n sounds weird, and i'm awful with names.

A/N: Part two! This one is shorter but it sets up some events for the following chapters hehe.

Star's masterlist main masterlist

I stay by the lake for hours, taking in it's calming nature. It's the first time I've felt some kind of peace in the last month and half, if not longer.

The sun starts to set, making the water seem more magical than it already looks. My magic is still spread out over the lake but it stopped moving, showing that even my magic is at peace. Now that is rare.

By the time the night sky rises I decide it's for the best to go back home. I follow the way of the river back to Riorson house. It's calm, the moon reflecting in the flowing water. There's a part of me that doesn't want to leave, that wants to live in this peace forever.

The guards that guard the gate tell me it's almost midnight upon my arrival. Once I walk in the castle it's almost completely quiet. There is a darkness that falls over the castle at night that's only beaten by the small mage lights that dance in the darkness.

I pass by the mess hall where a few staff are still cleaning and I take some bread with me. I snack on the bread while I make my way to my room. I shut the door and sigh. It will never be easy to walk through the family quarters now that no one's here, now that's it's so quiet and abandoned.

My bed still looks like someone fought a war in it and besides what I cleaned today it's still pretty much a chaotic mess.

I get out of my day clothes and out some grey sweats on with a matching grey shirt, comfortable for sleeping. I lit some candles for light and sit on my bed, finishing the last of the bread. It's then that my eyes fall on my desk. Another meal and two letters, one small, one big.

I walk over to my desk, the meal is a simple spaghetti without cheese, a glass of Cassis juice. I look over at the letters, one is definitely Brennan's. The other has a wax seal that's been torn, I push the two halves together and recognize it as the symbol of House Lindell. I waste no time opening the letter.

Dear miss Riorson,

Its been brought to my attention that you've been wanting to see your brother. At the time that letter was sent that was not possible, I had to protect my own life too. I knew Navarians would come to look whether bother Xaden Riorson and Liam Mairi were here. A few days ago that happened and I highly doubt they will come again any time soon.

With this letter I wanted to Inform you that I have a proposal for you regarding the two boys; I will bring the boys to you, reunite you with your brother but at least once a year during reunification day I will have to borrow the boys to keep up my reputation, they're both to be expected each year at the reunification ball. This is the only time you will have to bring them back to me. Take it or leave it.

You're brother has been in good hands, he's been taken care off and his injuries are slowly healing. He's been resting most of the time, as I advised.

My condolences regarding your family, I cannot imagine how you must be feeling, to lose your family at such a young age. Your father was a great man and I will always be in his debt, now yours. If you need anything let me know. Take your time, the throne is not important right now. Mourning is.

Greets,

Lord Lindell.

Taken. No doubt, if I can have my brother I'm taking it. I put the letter down and try to contain my excitement at seeing my brother again but I cannot help the relief I feel, the pressure that's been taken of my heart.

I look at the second note, easily recognizing Brennan's scribble.

He fought in battles far away,

And never saw the break of day.

Her tears fall softly with the rain,

For love now lost, for endless pain.

B.s

It's all written in Tyrrish, broken tyrrish but still Tyrrish.

Maybe he is not that bad, maybe he truly means what he says. Naolin trusted him and he probably knew his real identity. Then why can't I try that? Maybe i should try to talk to him, hear him out.

Tomorrow. That's a promise.

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Taglist: @honethatty12 @smashee0789 @awkardnerd @randomperson1234sblog @bangtanxberm

[hebuiltfive]

Hey, it’s Firstonthescene!! Can I request 2004 Jeff & Penny + Romance for the prompt game please 👉👈 hehe

Hello! Thanks for the request @firstonthescene (and sorry it's taken me so long!)

I've put it up on AO3 here for anyone who'd rather read it there, otherwise it's all below the cut!

The prompt given by the generator was: "Them accidentally (or purposefully) dozing off in a hammock together as the sun sets and the air cools down."

Given Penny's hatred for the hammock in the movie, I thought it was perfectly fitting! I hope that you enjoy it!

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Penelope had always been stubborn when it came to her opinions, most especially when she had been proven wrong. She wasn’t exactly sure where it came from. Perhaps it was a repurposed defence mechanism which she had developed as a child; unable to control some of her life choices after being born into a strict and rigid societal system, being obstinate had been rather appealing to a young Penelope, and old habits were hard to break. She was always right, with the rare occasion of being wrong, and that wasn’t about to change, no matter how hard Jeff Tracy tried his luck.

It had been her own fault for bringing up the topic. Letting sleeping dogs lie would have been the best approach, and one she would have normally taken, but the hideous thing had caught her eye and now she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

In her defence, the tattered old hammock did look like it had seen better days. Swaying limply between the two trees, it really did appear to be quite literally hanging on by a few threads. Not to mention the lack of cohesion between the design of it and the rest of the patio furniture. At this point it was practically begging for someone to replace it, if only to liven up the place a little.

On more than one occasion, Penelope had been tempted. With Parker’s help — which he would have given wholeheartedly, she was certain — they could have had the dreadful hammock replaced in a snap. No-one would have been any the wiser until it was too late. It would have been an easy switch, but it was something she would never dare do. Penelope had far too much respect for the owners of that ghastly hammock, even if their choice in poolside furnishings left much to be desired, and so she had left the eyesore alone, averting her eyes every time she visited the island and was forced to walk passed it.

For months now, since she had first seen the thing, Penelope had done well to ignore the intolerable hammock.

Until today.

After the family barbecue earlier, she and Jeff had spent the better half of their evening down on one of Tracy Island’s not-so-secret secret beaches. Weeks ago, Jeff had promised Penelope he’d finally teach her how to surf. Making good use of the last of the daylight, he had begun to show her the basics. Now, as the sun had threatened to dive behind the horizon, they had begrudgingly returned to the villa.

As they strolled up the last of the steps, passing the pool and the sun loungers, the hammock had once again caught Penelope’s eye.

“Don’t you think it’s time you replaced that old thing?”

Jeff lugged his surfboard up the last of the steps as Penelope examined the limp fabric critically, pointing towards the trees where it hung. Perplexed by her sudden question, he cast her a curious look. “What, that hammock?”

“It’s positively ghastly.”

“I’ve never really noticed. It just kind of… sits there. Out of the way.”

“It’s an eyesore. It’s barely hanging on there. It looks as thought it’s a relic from the 1980s. No, it needs replacing one of these days before someone gets injured. You know what they say, Jeff; prevention is better than a cure. Replacing that thing before it gives out will be better than waiting for someone to have an accident.

Jeff allowed Penelope to continue, his lips quirking upwards into an amused half-grin.

In her rambling, she hadn’t noticed his quietness until she’d finished. She turned to face him, half-expecting him to agree with her. After all, all her points made were made in truth— any others were based in fact, pending metaphorical certification.

But Jeff did not outwardly agree. He laid down his board, took two steps forward until her was standing in front of her, took her waving, accusing hands in his and then softly claimed, “Penny, it’s a hammock.”

Her eyebrows lowered into a frown. “A ghastly hammock that is a death trap if ever I saw one.”

“Do hammocks usually kill people?”

“That one will. I’m certain of it!”

“Well, it hasn’t yet.”

“One day, Jeff. You shouldn’t tempt fate.”

“Penny, you’re being dramatic. I assure you that hammock is as safe as it was the day we put it up.”

“And when was that exactly?”

“Not the 1980s.”

“Are you sure?”

He chuckled, letting her hands go free. “Positive. It may not look sturdy, but it holds.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Rarely did Penelope regret her words. She never spoke without first thinking through her sentiments. On this occasion, she did.

Taking her words as a challenge, Jeff burst into a jog. He leaped over Kyrano’s gardening, launched himself through the air and threw himself onto the wretched hammock before Penelope could even yell a word of warning. If anyone wanted to question Jeff’s physical health — something the ageist media found immensely interesting upon hearing of his brief return to space a few months back —they’d need only see him perform that stunt again to be convinced he was as fit as a fiddle. Most would probably have been impressed by his skills. Penelope was not one of them.

Her heart was in her mouth.

And he had the nerve to call her dramatic?

The trees creaked and groaned as they catered to the sudden weight of a grown man leaping onto the hammock, but the ropes holding the hammock up held fast and Jeff gently rocked to and fro with the momentum.

He grinned up at her. “See? Perfectly safe!”

Penelope marched over to him, batting leaves and bushes out of the way to reach him. She folded her arms, clearly irritated by his display. “You could have seriously injured yourself pulling a stunt like that!”

But Jeff, like Penny, knew that she wasn’t angry with his reckless behaviour. She’d seen him perform far worse in his line of work, and, likewise, he’d see her dance with death on more than one occasion.

This was about her being proved wrong.

“Penny…”

“You know what they say, Jeff.” She continued defiantly. “That you’re more likely to injure yourself as home, and with crazy antics like this, I can see why.”

He opened up his arms for her, inviting her to join him, but Penelope shook her head.

“Absolutely not! That thing is a death trap!”

“I just jumped into it to prove that isn’t the case.”

“No. No way.”

It wasn’t that Penny didn’t trust Jeff, because she did. Very much so, in fact. Penelope trusted that man with her life and, on many occasions now he had never failed to come through for her. The Grand Canyon, Marrakech, Ilha da Queimada Grande… The list went on. Jeff had never once let her down. He had never once betrayed that trust. She knew that streak wasn’t about to be broken with this hammock, and yet she still found herself hesitating.

Penelope’s gaze travelled the length of the lining, up to the knot that tied the structure off to the trunk. She frowned disapprovingly. “The ropes will snap under the extra weight. I don’t fancy sporting a broken limb. I’ve already used that one as an excuse to get out of obligations, Jeff, and I can’t use it again so soon.”

Determined to be undefeated in her claim regarding the hammock being unsafe, Penelope turned back towards the path. If she didn’t get on it, she couldn’t be proved entirely wrong.

She made it two steps before an arm wrapped around her waist.

Penelope would have easily batted off any assailant who tried that trick, but it hadn’t been an assailant who had grabbed her. Jeff pulled her backwards, back towards the waiting hammock. Knowing her fate was sealed, Penelope didn’t bother trying to fight free at all. In fact, the only fighting she was doing as Jeff dropped back down onto the hammock, dragging Penelope with him, was fighting off her laughter.

Only Jeff Tracy could make her feel like she was seventeen again.

A stray tendril of gold had fallen from her messy bun. He tucked it behind her ear, drawing her into his embrace. Now she was here, she wasn’t going to be able to get away easily.

Not that she necessarily wanted to get away.

Hammock be damned — Penny would use any excuse for a snuggle.

She glanced upwards to see Jeff’s smug grin. In this light, his eyes were more of a soft shade of grey than blue. Penelope was mesmerised by it.

“Ready to admit defeat?” Jeff asked, snapping out of her temporary trance.

“Defeat?”

“I think it’s safe to say the hammock won.”

“I think you’re mistaken.”

“It hasn’t collapsed. We haven’t died. You’re still laying in it.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“We can stay here all night if we have to.”

“And watch the beautiful sunset? I don’t see how that’s much of a threat, Jeff.”

In unison, they both glanced over to the horizon. The sun was breaching the horizon, rays reflecting off the waves in the distance. The sky was alight with deep oranges and soft toned pinks. Clouds interrupted the colour show and shadowed outlines of birds swooped and swarmed in clusters. The Pacific roared, crashing into the rocks of the island in a cacophony of sounds.

Jeff held Penelope tighter. His arm, still around her, drew her closer.

Penelope tore her gaze away from the glorious sunset and was met with a face full of grief. She had seen it on Jeff multiple times over the last couple of months, that faraway look, but Penelope never resented it. She did not like it, of course, for it signified the one thing she knew she would never be able to fully heal for him, but she could understand it, perhaps even better than most.

She raised her finger, booping him on the nose.

Jeff’s attention snapped back to her, apologetic and slightly startled, but Penelope merely grinned.

“I know you can hardly keep your eyes off the sky at the best of times, and tonight I must concede that it is exceptionally gorgeous, but you do have company, Jeff Tracy.”

“Sorry.” He chuckled, any thoughts and memories being pushed away to the recesses of his mind. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I wanted to give the sunset a moment of appreciation before I settled my gaze on the prettier sight.”

“Oh? Is there a meteor shower or something I don’t know about?” Penelope teased, knowing full well there was not. She enjoyed watching the roll of his eyes, hearing his fond, if a little exasperated, sigh.

As she rested back, her head finding a pillow in the safety of his shoulder, Jeff propped his cheek on the top of her head. He offered a gentle squeeze of her hand. “Fancy a vacation?”

“Is this not already one?”

“Not for me it isn’t.”

“Your life is one big vacation.”

“I think you’re underestimating all the work we do on this island, Penny.”

“Fair point. What were you thinking?”

Jeff idly traced circles on the back of her hand and Penelope knew, without having to look back up at him, that he was staring out at the great beyond again.

For a few moments, Jeff said nothing more. In his hold, and with the dying sunset on the horizon, Penelope’s eyelids began to feel heavy.

Then, after a deep inhale, Jeff softly suggested, “Somewhere far away. Maybe that new space hotel? That looks pretty interesting.”

Fighting off sleep a little longer, Penelope forced herself to reply in her normal tone. “The one Brains helped design, you mean? Yes, I was talking to Parker the other day about organising a visit.”

She bit back a yawn and she could feel Jeff’s smile through her hair.

“We can arrange something in the morning.” He continued his whispering. “If you’d like to go?”

“I would love to, but would the boys be okay with you being away for a few days?”

“I was thinking of it being more like a week or two.” He joked with a half-laugh. “But I’m sure they’ll do fine. Scott needs a little room to spread his wings, get used to some leadership without feeling like I’m watching over his shoulder. I won’t be here forever.”

The thought was a sobering one. If Penelope wasn’t on the verge of falling asleep, she would have tackled it more ferociously. Instead, trying to sound as stubborn as possible, she responded with, “No, but you’re going to be here for a long while yet, if I can help it.”

“Are you going to fight Death himself for me, Penny?”

“You know I’d fight anything for you, Jeff Tracy.”

He pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Do you want to move inside?”

“Absolutely not. I’m far too comfortable here now.”

“Ah, so you do admit defeat!”

Too tired to understand entirely what he meant, Penelope furrowed her brows. “What?”

“You admit defeat, regarding this hammock.”

In truth, Penelope had forgotten exactly where they had become so snug. The hideous hammock, for all its faults she tried to point out, was annoyingly cozy.

Stubborn to a fault, she grumbled. “We can talk about that in the morning too.”

Jeff chuckled. “Goodnight, Penny.”

[hannahmanderr]

💘 whats the Sam/Paulina ship name

okay but you're actually psychic bc I was literally already working on something that fit this perfectly so thank you for giving me an excuse to finish it hehe

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Ardent Amethyst no. 4 (AO3)

A conversation about lipstick ends far more differently than Sam could've expected.

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If Sam could just wear her normal makeup to school, she wouldn’t have even had this problem in the first place.

“But noooo,” she grumbled as she twisted the cap back onto her eyeliner. “Dad’s running for city council, and how dare his daughter be seen in public wearing anything that’s not cookie-cutter perfect little white girl.”

She didn’t mind that he was campaigning, if only because it gave her an excuse and a leg up in trying to help get some better legislation passed in town, but her mom forcing her to ‘always look the part’ was beginning to get tiresome.

“It’s Amity Park. It’s not like he’s running for president.” She tossed the eyeliner back into her makeup bag and pulled out her lipstick. This one was a darker purple than her usual, close to an eggplant color instead of a lavender, but it was quickly becoming her favorite. A name that referenced her favorite gemstone was almost enough to automatically win her over.

Plus it was dark. Which meant it would piss off her mom even more. Always a bonus.

She leaned over the bathroom sink to bring her reflection closer. The girls’ bathroom in the science wing definitely wasn’t her first choice of staging area, but this one had pretty decent lighting, plus the added bonus of it being out of the way enough that she wasn’t constantly being bothered by other girls bustling in and out and gossiping and trying to do their own makeup.

Yep. Peaceful. Just the way she liked it.

Carefully, she began rubbing the lipstick on. It was an art that had taken her months to perfect, but she had it down pat by this point. 

If there was one thing she could agree on with the A-list girls, it was the beauty and fun of putting makeup on. If only they had any sense of individuality to go along with it.

She rubbed her lips together to try and cover any bare or uneven spots, but the job had already been done very well, if she did say so herself. 

A thought occurred to her as she examined her reflection. Danny had complimented this color the other day. Did that mean he liked it better than the old one? Should she keep wearing this one more? Would it catch his attention, or would he be his normal, clueless self? Could she -

The door to the bathroom banged open, and she flinched. Something in her chest seized up as Paulina of all people rounded the corner. Of course she would come and ruin a decent makeup session. It just had to be her of all people.

Odd that she wasn’t with her posse though. She’d always been under the impression that the popular girls moved to and from the bathrooms like the pack of hyenas they were.

She fumbled with her makeup bag. No sense sharing the same room with a girl like Paulina for longer than necessary. She’d pretty much finished anyway.

“What’s the rush?”

Sam whipped her head around. Paulina stood behind her, hands on her hips, wearing a coy smirk. The kind of pose that just screamed “I’m better than you and I know it.”

It made her blood light on fire.

“I was just wrapping up,” she said, pouring as much ice into her words as she physically could. “Figured it’d be rude of me to intrude on the queen bee’s oh-so-important bathroom time.”

The smirk stayed glued to Paulina’s face. “Well it’s nice to finally hear you recognizing my status. Were you doing your makeup just now?” She nodded at the makeup bag in Sam’s grip.

“No, Paulina, I thought I’d just come in and stand here holding a bag full of hot air for a little while. Not that you don’t already do a good enough job of it.”

That finally made Paulina’s lips turn down, and Sam resisted the urge to grin in triumph. Paulina sighed. “So rude. And here I was about to tell you how pretty of a color that is.”

Okay. That was unexpected. “Really?”

“Yeah.” The other girl started stalking towards her, slow and catlike. “I was gonna ask if I could get a little bit of it.”

Sam’s alarm bells started ringing, and her heart began to pump a little faster as she tried to back away from Paulina only to be met by the sink. “Then you can get your own,” she snapped, trying to keep any indication of intimidation out of her voice. She would not back down from Paulina like this. Just because she was bracing her arms on the sink and leaning backwards over it didn’t mean she was backing down.

“I don’t think you get it. I want to try it now.”

“What do you - mmph!” Sam’s words were cut short as Paulina leaned into her and connected their lips together. For a moment, she could only stand there, frozen, as Paulina kissed her in the middle of the school bathroom.

Finally, her senses came back to her. Sam shoved the other girl off her. “What the hell was that?” she growled, but the effect was ruined by her breathlessness.

Paulina ignored her, instead checking out her own reflection in the mirror. The corners of her now purple-tinted lips curled upward. “What do you know? It is a good color on me too.” 

Without another word, she sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving a speechless Sam standing alone.

She blinked once, twice before turning to see where her lipstick had rubbed off on Paulina. Finally, she managed to break herself out of her stupor enough to grab a paper towel and wet it.

She wiped at her lips vigorously, quickly staining the wet towel purple. Hopefully Danny would still like her old lavender color, because she would never be able to wear this one again without wanting to throw up. A shame too. She’d really liked this color.

And honestly, it hadn’t looked half bad on Paulina either.

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Tiffanie pounced on Paulina the moment she emerged back into the hallway. “So?” she asked, practically bouncing up and down. “Did you do it? Did she hate it?”

Paulina shook her head to try and break herself out of her haze. “Huh? Oh. Yeah, I did it.”

“OMG, yes!” Tiffanie squealed. “That ought to knock her down a few pegs! And the best part is she can’t tell anyone! Who’s gonna believe her when she tells people you kissed her, one of the biggest freaks in school?”

Something in Paulina’s heart wrenched sideways, but she couldn’t put words to it. 

It wasn’t pleasant.

Tiffanie dug in her bag. “Here.” She offered Paulina a ten dollar bill. “You’ve way more than earned this, girl.”

Paulina stared at the cash for a long moment, trying to figure out why her stomach wouldn’t quit doing acrobatics. A little voice in the back of her head was pestering her, telling her something wasn’t right about all this.

And why did it feel like her heart was reaching out for something it couldn’t grasp?

Finally, she shook her head. “Keep it,” she said, gently pushing Tiffanie’s hand away and laughing weakly. “Taking down a - a loser like her is reward enough, you know?”

“True that! You sure though? I told you I’d give it to you if you did. I really don’t mind.”

“Yeah. I’m sure.” Paulina tried to shoot her with the same smile that melted the heart of just about every boy in school. “I already got what I wanted.”

Tiffanie just shrugged. “If you say so. Oh, by the way,” she said, putting the money back in her bag and digging for something else. She pulled a tissue out. “Here. You still have a little freak on you, if you catch my drift.”

“... Oh. Right.” Paulina gingerly took the tissue and, with Tiffanie watching her, gently dabbed the purple lipstick off of her mouth. 

Satisfied, Tiffanie nodded and began to walk off. “Star and Ashley are gonna love hearing about this. Shame though. That really wasn’t a half-bad color for you,” she said, still half-laughing to herself.

Paulina followed close behind, unable to tear her eyes from the purple imprints on the tissue. Carefully, making sure Tiffanie couldn’t see, she folded the tissue neatly and put it in her pocket.

Maybe she’d hang on to it just a little longer.