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( oneshot ) ،، wonnie , nini ،، ⌇ 원우

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" who knew our future would start with a game and two virtual cats named after us ? " .ᐟ 🌱

pairing .ᐟ bf!wonwoo × fem!reader genre .ᐟ est. relationship au , peak of jealousy , cutesy of wonu word count .ᐟ 1.2k song rec. .ᐟ falling for u - seventeen

note .ᐟ i've been playing 'adorable home' for a while now , and i'm loving it ! 😚🤍 eventho it does took lots of patience to collect hearts . 😭🖐🏻

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Wonwoo had been glued to his phone a lot lately, and every time Y/N glanced his way, he had the same soft, dopey smile playing on his lips. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy—his attention had been elsewhere for days, and she didn’t like it.

It wasn’t just the phone; it was his behavior. He’d chuckle out of nowhere, completely lost in whatever was on that screen. Y/N had even caught him mumbling to himself, his face lit up with what could only be described as pure happiness. She’d convinced herself that he had to be messaging someone else. There was no other explanation.

Tonight, as they got ready for bed, the same thing happened. Wonwoo was lying on the bed, phone in hand, a small smile stretching across his face. Y/N, standing by the mirror, applied her night cream a little more aggressively than usual. The silence in the room felt charged, her thoughts running wild.

Who could he possibly be smiling at like that?

He’d been like this for almost a week, and she didn’t know how to confront him without sounding accusatory. Still, doubt gnawed at her. Was he hiding something? She’d even noticed him pulling his phone away whenever she tried to peek over his shoulder, which only fueled her suspicions.

“Wonwoo, what’s so funny?” Y/N asked, keeping her tone light, though her heart pounded in anticipation of his response.

“Hm?” Wonwoo blinked, clearly having not heard her the first time. He glanced up from his phone with that same smile. “Oh, nothing really. Just... you know.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know. Care to share?”

Wonwoo stretched lazily and sat up, phone still clutched in his hand. “It’s just this game I’ve been playing lately,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

Y/N wanted to believe him, but she wasn’t entirely convinced. She’d seen that kind of look before—it was the kind of look you gave someone when you were falling for them. Her gut twisted.

Before she could say anything else, Wonwoo stood and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’m going to brush my teeth,” he said, heading toward the bathroom. He placed his phone on the bed, screen still lit up.

Y/N’s eyes locked on the phone.

This is it, she thought. If he’s hiding something, I’ll find out now.

Through the mirror, she watched as Wonwoo disappeared into the bathroom. The water started running, and she slowly made her way over to the bed, her heart racing. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt. But then, her curiosity got the better of her.

She picked up the phone, expecting to find incriminating messages or some kind of evidence that confirmed her worst fears. But instead, what greeted her was... a game. The screen showed a cozy, animated home—a living room filled with cute furniture and a couple of cats lounging around.

Y/N frowned in confusion. What is this?

It looked harmless, but she was determined to investigate further. Her thumb hovered over the game, and she tapped on the character in the middle of the room—a female avatar. To her surprise, when the character’s profile popped up, it wasn’t just some random name. It was her name.

Her heart stilled for a moment as the realization washed over her.

Wonwoo had named the female character after her.

Y/N couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. She tapped around the game a bit more, piecing it together. The adorable little house was styled just like the things she’d mentioned liking over the years—the pastel colors, the minimalistic design, the plants by the window. It was like Wonwoo had created a virtual version of their future life together.

The more she looked, the more her heart swelled. The game wasn’t just cute; it was thoughtful. Every detail reflected their conversations, their shared dreams. And those little moments he’d been smiling at? They were probably just him thinking of her as he played, imagining what their life would be like together.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm, the earlier suspicion and jealousy melting away into a soft, fuzzy feeling. He wasn’t hiding anything from her—he was imagining their future, creating a world where they were happy, content, and surrounded by love.

As she continued exploring the game, she noticed the pets’ names, too. He’d named the cats after the two of them—Wonnie and Nini. It was ridiculous, but so endearing at the same time.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Y/N hurriedly put the phone down, slipping back into her spot by the mirror as though nothing had happened.

Wonwoo returned to the bed, oblivious, still drying his hair with a towel. “All done,” he said, climbing under the covers. He reached for his phone, but before he could grab it, Y/N beat him to it, holding it out for him with a grin.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you were planning our future in a game,” she teased, her voice light, though her heart was still thudding from what she’d discovered.

Wonwoo froze, his eyes widening slightly. “You... saw?”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I saw. It’s... adorable, really. I mean, you named the character after me? And the cats? I had no idea you were this sentimental.”

A blush crept up his neck, and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “It’s not like that. It’s just... I don’t know. It’s a cute game. And I thought, why not?”

Y/N’s heart melted further at how shy he looked, clearly embarrassed by being caught in such a sweet act. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Wonwoo, you’re so sweet. You had me thinking the worst, and all this time, you were just imagining a future with me.”

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” he murmured, his eyes soft as he met hers.

“Well, now I know. And it’s adorable,” Y/N said, her tone teasing again. “Though you could’ve let me in on it earlier. I would’ve helped you design the house.”

Wonwoo chuckled, visibly relaxing. “I wasn’t hiding it, really. I just... liked the idea of surprising you with it one day. You know, like, ‘Hey, look, this could be us in a few years.’”

“Mission accomplished,” Y/N replied, curling up beside him. “It’s perfect. And I’m sorry for thinking otherwise. I guess I let my imagination run wild.”

Wonwoo’s hand found hers under the blanket, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. I should’ve told you. But now you know.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a wave of relief and affection wash over her. “I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “And who knows, maybe one day we’ll have our own little home, just like that. With the cats and everything.”

She chuckled. “Wonnie and Nini?”

He laughed softly, pulling her closer. “Maybe not those exact names, but yeah. Something like that.”

Y/N teased, “So, when are we moving into our virtual house? I’ve already picked out curtains in my head.”

Wonwoo grinned, pulling her closer. “Anytime you’re ready. But just so you know, I already planned for a cat tree by the window. Our future pets will be spoiled.”

Y/N laughed softly, “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“Only because it’s with you,” Wonwoo replied, his voice tender. “I wouldn’t want to imagine it any other way.”

As they settled into bed, Y/N’s heart felt light, her earlier worries completely gone. She knew one thing for sure—Wonwoo was hers, and she was his. And even in a silly game, he was always thinking of their future together.

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year ago

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BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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hearts4werka · 2 months ago

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Missing

Summary: it’s been six months since your sister went missing, everyone gave up on the investigation but you’re determined to find her no matter what but someone comes along the way… Genre: ANGST first person pov, Stalker, missing person, thriller, horror, crime investigation, dark aesthetic, stalker romance, double pov, b&e, unexpected visitor, dark themes, Warnings: breaking in, abuse, use of weapons, being held hostage, ?depression?, mental health issues, swearing, pet names (little monster), skin bruising, fighting, ?suggestive content?, traumatizing, possibly trigging subjects, ass content ahead and ofc Read At Your Own Risk!

This is part 4 of the 'Missing' series!

🤍 - Rosalla's POV

I wish she was here with me.

Memories of me and her flood my mind like a tsunami hitting a building, all of the moments I'll cherish for all of my life, with or without her. I've cried over her multiple time since her disappearance and I have to get my shit together and figure out how to report that stalker of mine to the police again, I still cannot believe that my stalker have gone to the point to break into my house and do unspeakle acts between my legs.

My mind keeps on denying the fact that I possibly enjoyed the acts he has done, I havent been able to feel safe in my own house for these past months ever since. Today though the feeling seems to be intensified as I constantly feel a pair of eyes following my every move like everyday but they feel like they're coming closer to me.

I gaze around my surroundings, my mind trying to make me think im not actually going insane and that there is something lurking in the shadows of my own house, before I could get completely dragged into the dark shadows of my mind it has created my cat Willow comes up purring, petting herself on my leg and silently demaning some sustenance in the form of cat food.

A soft chuckle rumbles in my throat at her clear attention seeking attitude, finding it slightly adorable as I rise from my seat and my feet slide over the tile floor under them as I travel into the kitchen. I squat down and take the cat's food bowl into my hand but a simple ring of the front door doorbell catches me off guard as I am not expecting anyone currently nor any packages.

Confusion contours my facial features as my eyes move towards the front door where the noise is coming from, maybe a possible unexpected guest decided to visit my household today? but who could it be? questions begin to rise in my already spiraling mind which only overweighs the other thoughts stuck inside of my head.

I stand up onto my feet and make my way towards the door with upkept caution to not let the person on the other side of the door know that I am trying to figure out who it could be, making as less noise as it is humanly possible in the moment ive been placed in right now, checking through the peephole I dont find what ive expected to be on the other side.

Twisting the house key in the keyhole of the door and grabbing ahold of the doorhandle I swing it open and scan my eyes around the surrounding nature on the front porch and find once again nothing and am only met with my black doormat with "Welcome!" written across it in white bold letters.

My anxiety rises onto a higher level than it was already on before with the growing questions slowly starting to cloud my mind alongside the shadows, I walk back to my living room and notice Willow ran off somewhere and isnt near me anymore, not thinking much about it when I finally find myself back in the living room i notice a strangely familiar man sitting on my couch with his body facing me and Willow snuggled into his lap as he pets her spine with his heavily tattoed arm.

My body instantly responds to the sudden intruder inside of my house by freezing inplace and refusing to move from my standing form, laborthed sharp breaths leave my mouth as I silently observe the surely unexpected guest inside of my house acting way to calm for my liking, not seeming like the hostile type and more on the kinder side which doesn’t make me feel better about this whole situation.

"Look who decided to join us, welcome Rosalla" He speaks in a calm, almost soothing tone while his gaze visibly runs up and down my frozen body as I notice a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth under the hood that’s currently concealing the upper half of his face.

As much as I would love to just rip that hood off his face and take Willow away from him I can’t move my body no matter how hard I try, it’s like my body turned into a stone statue in a museum in the section of Ancient Greece but the only thing is that I am in my house currently with what could have the possibility to be my stalker.

“W-who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?” I trip over my words as he suddenly rises from his seat and slowly makes steps closer towards me, I continue to stand in place with my mind becoming a bigger scramble and pleading for my body to move or do something rational and not just stand in place like a fucking idiot.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not here to harm you in any way.” He calmly teased, I already could feel his hot breath hitting my skin and goosebumps growing all over my body. His slender form looms over me as the heavily tattooed arm reaches over and brushes against my chest before roughly grabbing my chin and making me look up at him.

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, little monster.”

“Fuck you.”

“That as well.”

I roll my eyes at him and finally manage to make my first move, grabbing his hand and digging my nails into his inked skin to leave a mark as I push it away from my chin, freeing my face from his tight grasp and automatically taking a cautious step backwards.

"You're a sick bastard if you think I'll let you anywhere near me." I bite back, now slowly regaining back my confidence and movement capability, now running into the kitchen as he calls out from the hallway. “You’re running already? We haven’t even started the real fun yet.” I notice the slight venom between the ‘innocent’ words which makes a shiver run down my spine.

When he finally catches up to me in the kitchen I quickly open one of the drawers with all of the kitchen knifes residing inside of it and take one of the bigger ones out of it, holding it up for him to see and pointing the sharp tip of it in his direction for any possible protection I could get out of it, he stands infront of me on the other side of the kitchen island.

"Back off, bitch." I state with warning lacing my tone as my confidence rises more and the fear now lowering to a smaller level with a calming shiver washing over my body. The only reaction I manage to gauge out of him is a sinister laugh and his smirk intensifying in growth, as if he wasnt comprehending the fact that a kitchen knife resides in my hand.

"You're gonna try to fight me off with that? how cute." He mocks my choice of protection, as if he has anything on himself. He's helpless right now while the knife stays clutched in my hand, well if you discard the fact he has strong arms and could probably snap me in half with just a flick of his fingers which doesnt help with my already high anxiety level.

Before I get to think and appreciate I have the possible high ground in this situation he quickly makes his way towards me which makes me sprint out of the kitchen and back into the living room with him right on my ass behind me, suddenly as Im running away from him a strong calloused hand slams me into the nearby wall and the pain spreads across the whole upper part of my body, a line of curses leaves my mouth in one painful groan.

“You think you can run from me?” He mocks my attempt on trying to escape his wrath, the hand where the knife resided in is currently pinned against my back. The vice grip he has on my hand makes me drop the knife, it hitting the floor with a loud thud which makes me groan in the increase of the immense pain I already feel all over my body.

“You are mine and only mine, if any other men try to even get close to you. I won’t fucking hesitate to kill them and bury them in your backyard for a little reminder who you belong to.”

I try to wiggle my way out of the trap I’ve been placed in, squirming in pain as I feel multiple bruises growing and starting to adore the surface of my skin, and I was out here thinking I had the high ground in this situation against a man thats clearly way stronger, taller and surely has some tricks up his sleave when I have now none since my item for protection has now ended up on the floor and I cannot move to pick it up because of the position Im in.

Suddenly, I feel cold metal being pressed against the back of my head and the fear rises back inside of me as I realize what is currently being held against my head. My breathing becomes labored as he brings his face closer to my ear, his breath hot against the shell of my ear which sends a shiver running down my spine before whispering. “You look so adorable all scared and terrified.”

“I’m gonna call the police on you and they’ll put you finally where you belong.” I hiss through my gridded teeth, fear being evident in my voice which it seems only fuels him to continue through with his actions, the cold metal barrel sliding down my back and tapping the back of my thighs, asking for them to move apart but with how they’re trembling right now I doubt there are going to move in any moment.

“And you think they’ll believe any word you say about this? You can call them all you want but just know, you’ll never get rid of me, little monster.” A chuckle rumbles in his throat and escaping past his lips at my words, him mocking me once again and assuring me I’ll never be able to get rid of him. It’s already been over five months and I the police haven’t even found one trace of finding out this man’s identity and neither did I, he seems like just an everlasting shadow that’s just stuck in your mind that you can’t get rid of.

We hear the front doorbell ring and realization hits me, I remembered my best friend Nora was supposed to visit today to check in on my sanity and how I’m holding up. She visits me whenever she can borrow the time and she makes it her priority to see me atleast once every few days which I appreciate her for so much and can’t thank god that she decided to come at this rightful time.

Before I can realize it, the man releases me from his grasp and the cold gun is taken away from my body and I feel slight relief as my body slides against the wall and down onto the cold floor of my house as the doorbell rings again and we hear Nora call out my name form behind the door. “Hey Ro, you good in there? I heard fighting inside.”

As soon as the front door cracks opens and Nora steps foot into the house, the man is gone. No trace left behind of him, only me sitting on the floor and clutching my body as if it would fall apart if I let go. Nora immediately runs up to my trembling form and envelops me into her warm arms, her face contoured with confusion as she finally speaks up.

“What the fuck happened here?”

@hearts4werka

authors note: omfg the end is so rushed and I’m so so sorry that y’all needed to wait so long for this but I’ve been focused on some of the other fics and my mind was so empty when I was writing this so some sentences might repeat, I hope the wait was worth it but I kinda doubt it. Luv y’all so much

& love and peace, V

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jadedwolf18-blog · 2 years ago

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Mini Phantom Invasion.

Hi, I plan for this to be a series of inter connected one shots based on some of my favorite prompts. I’m a huge Tim Drake/Red Robin x Danny phantom shipper, so for now most of my fics will feature them. Once I’ve end this series, I’ll try branching out to other relationships Danny could have with the bats.

I can’t remember where I got all of them but I’ll try to tag as I find them. If anyone notices a prompt or plot they’ve seen please let me know or tag the person it came from. I’m knew to posting on Tumblr so I’m still getting used to how to tag and insert links. Thank you.

🤍🖤💚💙💚🖤🤍

Chapter 1

Danny was not having a good day. He’d had a fight with his parents about ghost hunting, stating clearly that he had no interest in their bias views on an entire species based on one encounter when they were young. It had escalated to the point where they blamed his lack of interest on the fact that he was spending to much time with his sister and his female friends.

He’d had enough! He left mid argument and was contemplating just packing up and moving into the Ghost Zone permanently. As he’d slammed the door he could hear his parents shouts for him to come back and once again blaming his behaviour on a ghost.

What did his sexuality have to do with ghost hunting? And what was wrong with wanting to be more feminine sometimes? He honestly didn’t understand why they found it so weird or wrong for him to swap between genders and pronouns? Jazz, Sam and Tucker accepted him as he was, they didn’t but an eye when he would randomly say ‘she’, ‘they’ or ‘him’, they just continued the conversation with the new pronoun and that was that. They understood and accepted that sometime he felt male or female or neither. He was lucky to have them.

The day just seemed to continue down hill from there. It was summer vacation so Sam was forced to spend time with her parents at some rich holiday resort, Tucker had won a spot in some sort of tech camp and Jazz was still at College working on a finals thesis and was unable to come back for the summer. He was essentially alone for the summer. He could hang out with Val but she was working a lot and he didn’t want to bother her. He still felt guilty about her dad losing his job, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault.

*****

After leaving the house he’d found a place to transform and let the cool rings of light soothe him and took off into the sky. After finding out they could survive in space it became their favourite way to relax, they’d spend ours exploring space, even hang out on the moon. Thank you high speed and portal powers. Their Phantom form had changed in the last two years. People could no longer tell if they were male or female and he looked less human now. Thankfully, they looked nothing like their alternate future self. When their legs melded together their ghostly tail looked more eel like and their ears were longer and thiner, resembling delicate fins. Jazz and their friends had joked about how the acted like cat ears. Lastly their face was now a pale mint color, almost white and translucent, his eyes were still the same luminous ecto-green with deep blue pupils. The only similarity to Dan, that they could see, were the fangs and longer hair both of which were also present in their human form.

*****

They had been flying around Amity, a somewhat lazy patrol of his claimed haunt, it was a calm night. Ever since they had defeated Pariah Dark the other ghost had calmed down and came to Amity less frequently. A few still came to bug them, namely Skulker, Ember, Johny and Kitty. Young Blood and Boxy more frequently than the others and of course Cujo came by often. Their visits were more to do with fulfilling their obsessions than anything else. Danny’s obsession was Space but so was Protection. They needed to fulfil both to some extent or suffer from a form of ghost hunger. It was a win win situation even if they did go back… home? Was it really still a home?

Before they could go down that dark spiral again their instincts took over and they narrowly dodged a bright green shot that had been aimed at their head. Whirling around and flying higher out of range they looked at their attacker and just stared.

“of course it’s them.” They muttered. Before repeating it with more venom than they thought they were capable of. Which was shocking because not even Vlad had receive as much hatred in the entirety of the time they’ve known him than in that split second they felt it towards their own parents. “Of fucking course it’s them!”

They blink away the shock of such an intense emotion and huffed. Not even bothering to acknowledge them they turned around to leave. That had been a mistake. They’d barely made it a few paces before pain bloomed across their back as an Eco-blast shredded the fins on their lower back and bit deep into their flesh. They bit back a cry of shock as they felt themselves plummet from the sky. It took a moment but they gathered enough concentration to open a portal. He didn’t care where they ended up as their only thought was ‘Somewhere safe.’

They fell through and just before they lost consciousness, they heard their parents yell after him.

“Get back here you ghost scum, so we can rip you apart molecule by molecule!”

“We won’t forgive you for corrupting our Danny!”

‘Of course… It’s always Phantoms fault…’ Danny’s world turned black as he continued to fall. Maybe when they opened their eyes again all of it would have been a dream.

*****

Somewhere in the infinite green a Grandfather clock chimed. A screen flickered. Time flowed on.

“All is as it should be.”

Chapter 2

(I'm Not A Cynic Song by Alec Benjamin)

Danny pulled their little floating ducks out of their personal pocket dimension and set them to gently drift in the hot spring. They had found it while wandering the forest. Their lower back still ached and they were a little worried about how it hadn’t healed completely yet.

*****

They didn’t know where they were or how long they had been in this dimension but they were safe and alone for the time being. When they’d woken up, the first thing they did was try to figure out where they were. thankfully no-one had discovered them, tucked away in the underbrush of the forest they had landed in. They’d let invisibility wash over them and flew high enough to get a view of the land. They recognised asian architecture and flew in the direction they had spotted a small farming village. With a closer look they determined they had landed in some version of Japan. Instinctually they knew they were not in their home dimension. Everything, even the air and feel of the atmosphere felt slightly shifted to the left. It was like that feeling of entering a hotel room, they were all essentially the same but there were the little details that told you it was a different hotel.

*****

Brushing the thought, and everything associated with the reason they were injured and alone in a foreign dimension, aside. They coiled their tail in the centre of the spring and sank down until their lower back was submerged in the healing warmth of the spring. Closing their eyes in content they began to hum. Their eyes shot open when they felt a gentle nudge against his arm but smiled gently at the little wisp as it bobbed and drifted in the breeze. They continued to hum and watched in amusement as more joined the first. The little orbs of light ranged in color from soft pale blues to vibrant greens and warm reds, oranges and yellows.

They lost themselves in their song as they twirled in and played with the water, creating little floating ice crystals that caused mist to form around them as hot and cold air danced around each other. Humming soon gave way to words as they swayed to the rhythm only they could hear.

“I'm just bein' realistic, bein' honest with myself

I've tried bein' optimistic but it doesn't seem to help

So I'll just have to admit this is the hand that I've been dealt

I'm not bein' pessimistic, just bein' honest with myself”

They were thankful to Pandora, who had taught them to sing in an effort to train his ghostly wail, for realising he was taking on the form and habits of a triton.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They poured all the hurt, betrayal, anger and loneliness into their voice, allowing them to release it all in a more melodic call than his previous wail. That, as pandora explained, had been an unhealthy burst of emotion and they were lucky they hadn’t blown out their vocal cords the last few times they used it.

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it”

Through their practice they found they could influence emotions but not out right control them. They were glad, influencing them was bad enough, he didn’t want to manipulate anyone. They didn’t want to spend their life wondering if the people around them truly cared or if they had somehow manipulated them into caring. They may me a budding empath but they still struggled to tell the difference between a sincere emotion and a projected emotion.

“You only get that which you're given, it's not always up to you

Not every Sunday is a picnic 'cause the sky ain't always blue

You can't just change the weather by changing your point of view

Some days you have to wait until the storm just passes through”

Danny’s voice grew louder as their emotions poured out into the lyrics. They knew they still had their friend, their sister, Elle and everyone in the Infinite Realm. They were also the Half Ghost son of ghost hunters and scientist with a heavy bias against Ecto-entities. They will be the rulers of an entire realm in only a few short years.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They gave a bitter sweet smile as they watched the wisps duck and weave between the ice crystals. They looked around for their ducks and their smile turned a little more sad as they waved their hand and the little ducks joined the dancing lights and crystals. Each one was modelled after his favourite comic book vigilante. They’d had to save them from the dump truck once, they’d been looking for them when he’d asked his parents, their father had made an off hand comment about how he should throw out old toys and they’d panicked. They’d manage to find and save them all just before the truck arrived.

“So like a boat on the ocean, I'll rock with the waves

God, I'm so sick of this notion that I have to fake

Fake my emotions and pretend I'm okay

So like a boat on the ocean, I'll just rock with the waves”

Jazz had bought them for them, after they had told her about being gender fluid and pan, they were probably one of their most treasured possessions. Jazz had gone on a whole spiel about how it’s important that she show support and provide a safe and understanding environment. They hadn’t been listening, they’d been crying. To caught up in their overflowing emotions and happiness. It lasted a day, their parents had been less than understanding, with their passive-aggressive comments and actions.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

Their frown returned. They had shot them, that in itself wasn’t unusual, as Phantom. Isn’t that a sad thought. What was was that there had been no prior warning. It was a sniper shot, from their mother. Only their heightened hearing and instinct had saved them from ending up dead dead instead of a Halfa. That bothered him

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They returned to humming the last notes of their song as the dunked under the water to rinse off. They popped back up and gathered their ducks, floated up out of the spring and laughed as the wisps twirled around him. They landed on the ground, allowing their legs to form and walked off into the forest, dancing lights trailing after them. Completely unaware of their watchers.

*****

The shadows slunk away to report their findings. While two birds hesitantly returned to their temporary nest, One worried and wanting to help the being that reminded him so much of his younger siblings. The other having felt a connection to a being that had shared similar experiences, someone they wanted to help and if they wanted to end the beings loneliness… that was no one’s business but their own. Both slept little that night, both determined to find the being again and offer what they could to help.

*****

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@alinmenttreasure

@blackroserelina

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builtaworldwithyourlove · 6 months ago

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I Forget Where We Were

1.4/ joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter Nine: Conrad

Oh, I loved you with the good and the careless in me.

what to expect: Sunday dinner for the Millers with an unexpected guest. One is human and one is tabby with four paws.

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,lover boy joel, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), boyfriend!joel? i repeat boyfriend!joel, wholesome Sundays, toothache inducing sweetness, cute baby kittens

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‘I think it’s going to rain today’ Sarah sipped her orange juice and ate her pancakes, with a sudden air of concern and adult-like observation.

‘Nope baby, it’s a hot forecast, Uncle Tommy and his new girlfriend are round today, dinner outside again’ Joel clapped his hands as he made the obligatory dad remark of being 100% certain what the weather is like.

You woke up feeling slightly worse for wear, with the tight squeeze in the bath tub, the new prospect of moving in with Joel and Sarah, the excitement of a kitten and the bottles of red wine haunting you.

‘I’m gonna head home and grab my stuff for the week. I’ll be back soon, I love you both.’ Before you left, Joel handed you 100 dollars and you grabbed the cat collar before Sarah noticed it.

‘Daddy what is that for? She has money you know?’ Joel rolled his eyes, realising the torture that came with a daughter who was always a step ahead and way too observant.

‘How do you know what kinda money she has, now then little lady?’ Joel rested his hesd on his fist and leant over the breakfast bar, ready to be amused by Sarah’s answer, which was bount to encapsulate your entire personality.

‘No one needs that many claw clips, and she doesn’t let her handbags go anywhere near the floor.’ Sarah was deadly serious, but Joel belly laughed, so excited about building your vanity here and having your handbags on display.

‘Well, maybe I felt like being nice.’ Joel shut the conversation down. He was not ready to try and give child answers to adult questions.

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Joel was right. A hot Sunday it was. You wore a cream linen co-ord, shorts with a long sleeved button up shirt. Paired with your iconic matching bow, oversized tote and Birkenstocks.

You:

We’re gonna make great pawrents.

Joel:

I should break up with you for that.

You:

You have no right.

Joel:

I’ll put a real baby in you instead.

You:

Jesus. Not even 10am yet. At least let me have my second coffee.

You pulled up to the pet store and got all you needed for the new Miller addition. You laughed when you saw Joel had drawn a pawprint on one of the bills.

Next door was a rescue store, and you went in on the hunt for the perfect kitten.

The volunteers were so helpful and sweet. They asked if you had children, who was home during the day and took address details and asked how the neighbourhood was. They took you through to the cats- you were in heaven.

You were matched with a tiny 11 month old tabby. Her name was Nova, and she was perfect with children with bags of energy, but with a docile, gentle side which made her a lapcat of an evening.

They did the final checks and paperwork, and you were able to take Nova home. She mewed in her carrier for the entirety of the journey, and her tiny paws poked through the gaps in the carrier, followed by a teeny pink nose and angry kitten teeth.

You called Joel and told him you were 5 minutes from home, and to get Sarah ready.

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You let yourself in, and carried Nova through. She ran laps around the pen you set up in the living room, and then eventually fell asleep on her blanket.

You went out the back to find Joel and Sarah tidying up the plants, and taking off the leaves that had gone yellow, and repotting the dahlias.

Joel leapt up so quickly he saw stars, and Sarah bounded down the garden to cuddle you,the usual greeting you were given.

‘What would make your Sunday better?’ Joel asked

‘No school tomorrow?’ Sarah blushed knowing she was hilarious.

‘Okay what else?’ Joel rolled his eyes.

‘Ice cream?’ Sarah laughed again.

‘Okay I’m impatient. Follow me and Daddy’ you skipped through the kitchen and turned and made Sarah jump by shushing her.

She went giddy and Joel instantly fell in love with the pint sized baby that laid asleep in the sun beam on the floor.

Sarah squealed with excitement as she tiptoed over to Nova. Nova woke up and she rolled on her back and did a big stretch. Sarah delicately tickled Nova’s belly and Nova jumped to all fours and ran round Sarah, picking up a mouse toy in her mouth and dropping it by her lap.

‘She’s so fluffy, I love her so much. Thank you’ Sarah started to cry, unable to process the emotions that came with your first pet at a young age.

You and Joel were emotional wrecks, watching what was possiby the most wholesome moment in your lives. Joel wrapped his arm round you and you leaned into him.

‘You did good baby’ he whispered as his lips touched the top of your head.‘Everything I’ve ever wanted in one room’

The wholesomeness was soon interrupted by Tommy, bursting his way through to the front room.

‘I bought company, hope you don’t mind one more’ Tommy lead the new love interest in by her wrist and made her do a twirl. Your jaw dropped. You both squealed in unison and ran to eachother.

‘Laura, you dirty dog’ you pretended to gasp and be disgusted, but your bestfriend and basically brother-in-law, it was a blessing.

‘He dropped me home Friday night and I couldn’t get him to leave’ Laura giggled as Tommy playfully smacked her ass.

‘Uncle Tommy, meet Nova. Hi you’re pretty’ Sarah couldn’t stop to answer questions about the furry addition, too distracted by trying to wrap your best friend around her little finger too.

Tommy played with Nova, and she clamped her paws round his wrist and they wrestled.

‘Right, let’s go grab a drink’ Joel attempted to restore some order. Kittens, friendly reunions, two smart ass independent women. The Millers were in deep.

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You all caught up and debriefed on the events of Friday night, the proposal Joel had and Laura and Tommy’s newly found spark.

After plates and plates of chicken Caesar, steak, fries and homemade cookies, mixed with sangria and beers, you all collapsed in the living room on the sofa. You and Laura did Sarah’s bedtime routine before school tomorrow and then joined the boys downstairs after you all kissed her goodnight.

Nova snuggled up next to Sarah on her pillow, and Laura took a polaroid and propped it next to Sarah’s nightlight. How did you all get so lucky to find eachother? Sarah would never come up short in her life, you all loved her fiercely.

You and Laura shared the armchair, with the type of friendship where you had very little boundaries, but also due to the fact you couldn’t finish a conversation without Joel and Tommy moaning you were shouting across the room to eachother whilst they tried to watch the big game.

Laura shotgunned all the pieces of clothing that you were talking about decluttering, seeing as you would have to find a way to fit a 2 bed apartment, overrun with your belongings, around Joel and Sarah’s life, without intruding.

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Joel and Tommy finally made it through the game with no interruptions, as you and Laura were banished to the armchair and inevitably fell asleep holding wine glasses. You were both lightweights and prone to exhaustion following high levels of excitement.

In true manly, criminal fashion, they turned the big light on and you both jumped up, grouchy and rudely awakened.Tommy was going to drive Laura home, and you planned your schedules to line up tomorrow whilst hugging goodbye.

‘Look after her’ you warned Tommy, lightheartedly of course.

‘I wouldn’t dare hurt my girls’ Tommy winked playfully and Joel stood behind you with his forearm coming over your shoulder and draping over your chest.

Joel wrapped the lengths of your hair round his hand, as you shut the front door, and held it firmly as he kissed you.

‘What a weekend baby, I’m exhausted, and far too drunk for a Sunday’ he slurred his words ever so slightly, and his eyes were heavy.

‘Let’s be asleep by 10pm and then it doesn’t count’ you scrunched your nose and kissed him.

‘Come on then baby. We’ve got a busy week coming up.’

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iisasxia · 10 months ago

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Nothing lasts forever

Fem’Reader X Yuji Itadori

“I do it solo” -Demi Lovato

Summary: Reader has been struggling to let go of people but she understand she needs to protect her peace and herself, so impulsively she removes and unfollows a “friend”. Now the weight was gone, but she wasn’t expecting the flood of emotions, she’s been acting different and eventually it’s noticed…

this was a personal mini story, it does suck letting go but just remember, you are never alone. 🤍

JJK Character: Yuji Itadori

Yuji Itadori

“Just do it” your best friend entices you, the phone call had been going on for an hour already with you expressing your thoughts and feelings. You just couldn’t get the idea of removing so many people out of your head, but the feelings of what would come after are what made your heart ache. You ended up doing it anyways, you unfollowed and removed them, at first you felt okay.. until the weight of what you did pulled at your heart. You didn’t say anything aside from “I did it” to let your best friend know you went through with it. “Good, now move on and leave it alone”, it seemed harsh, the words, but you knew it came from a place of love. “Thanks again, for listening, I’ll talk to you later, Gojo was looking for me to talk about our next mission” and with that you hung up the phone. You weren’t entirely wrong, you did have another mission coming up but Gojo was not looking for you, you just needed some fresh air.

You were in just an oversized shirt and shorts, but considering it was a bit dark outside it shouldn’t have mattered what you were wearing, you just wanted to take your mind off of things. You left everything in your room and went out, quietly closing the door to make sure no one would wake up. Usually Megumi would be up around this time to let his cat out but there was no sight of him either. You leaned over the wooden balcony/fence, it was a little cold but it seemed to numb the feeling you had so you didn’t seem to mind it. “1..2..3..5..9..12” you began counting the stars, anything to keep your mind off of the racing thoughts. Why did letting go have to hurt so much? You were hit with so much nostalgia it made you nauseous, back when you were a kid running around with not a care in the world. Before you could bury yourself in your emotions you saw something move from the corner of your eye, it was a white bunny. It belonged to Yuji, her name was “Minnie” and for a bunny she was pretty smart. You bent down and stuck your arms out, signaling her to come over to you and she did, her little jumps making the floor creak.

You cupped her into your arms gently and she buried her little head into you, assuring you she was comfortable and trusted you. You smiled at how soft and warm she was, it was peaceful, you needed it. “Ah man, Gojo’s gonna kill me” you hear Yuji’s voice from a distance and looked over to see him walking around in pajama pants and a white t-shirt, he was wearing those funny grandpa slippers too. It made you laugh seeing how messy his hair looked on top of the shoes, he looked over startled and was relieved to see it was you. “Minnie!” He softly exclaimed, “You found her y/n” and you could hear the relief in his voice. “I took my eye off of her for one minute and somehow she got out”..”So that’s what you were doing out here all on your own?” You looked at the bunny who seemed to be acting innocent. “Why are you out here, isn’t it late?” Yuji asked in confusion, he was right, it was pretty late and you’re never out at night, at least not like this.

“Couldn’t sleep.. I just wanted some fresh air” you turned away from him a little, another lie leaving your lips, you needed more than just fresh air. “Oh okay” he could tell something was wrong but wasn’t sure how to address it or if he should, he leaned on the balcony/fence and looked up at the stars. From the corner of your eye you could see how intrigued he was, as if he’s never seen stars before. “I hope whatever you’re going through, you know you’re not alone.” His voice was so soft but the statement was a bit bold so it caught you off guard. You didn’t say anything, you were still holding Minnie in your arms, enveloping yourself in the warmth she radiated. “She knows you’re not okay”, “That’s why she’s cuddling you like that, animals can sense when a person is sad, so she’s trying to-“ you couldn’t take it anymore and started sniffling to fight back tears. “I’m sorry?! Did I say something wrong?! I didn’t mean to offended you-“ Yuji started freaking out, not expecting you to cry, you never do this is the first time he’s seen you do so.

“It’s too much..” you started crying, Yuji frowned, he hated seeing you like this. “Letting go hurts, I hate it so much, leaving people behind, even when I know I need to, even when I know it’s best for me, I just, I don’t know..” you held Minnie a little tighter with each sentence. “What if I made the wrong choice? What if I have to live with that regret? Or what if-“, “You’re overthinking it, y/n” Yuji cut you off, he saw how badly you were in your head and it made his heart ache. “If you ever have to come to the decision of cutting someone out of your life, it’s more than likely because it was the right thing to do. You should never regret doing something like that because you’re protecting yourself.” He gently placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping some of the tear stains away, “And anyone dumb enough to not treat you with the same kindness you give them is just an idiot, you deserve more than what you give, stop thinking less than that.” You looked at him, eyes still glossy from the tears but you gave him a warm smile, because you knew his words were genuine. He was right.

You neglect yourself for others and you hurt your own peace every time you do it. You’re so kind and yet when it’s not reciprocated you’re hurt, you can’t afford to do that anymore, you deserve better. Yuji’s eyes widened when you kissed him, it was impulsive and when you realized what you just did you pulled back, “I’m so sorry. That was the heat of the moment and I-“ but you were cut off by a kiss back, his hands found their way to your waist, hugging your lower back. The kiss lasted 3 seconds before you both pulled away from each other, he still held onto you. “I like you, y/n, and you deserve all the stars the sky could have to offer. You deserve more love, especially from yourself, so please, you’re going to be okay but in the meanwhile, love who you are, and don’t worry about anyone else.” He gave you that look again, like he was hurt but hoping you’d agree and when you nodded he gave you such a sweet smile you nearly melted.

“Let’s go inside before it’s too dark out, this time Minnie, you’re going back in your bed.” You laughed at the way Yuji seemed so serious and grouchy about her escaping, but if she didn’t, you wouldn’t of found yourself like this or Yuji. So you were grateful she did escape, but you’d never let Yuji know, at least not while he’s still a hot head.

The End. 🌷

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fluentmoviequoter · 10 months ago

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I had a VISION

Post vengeful, Syd and Mitch finally track Victor down. They go to where he's staying to confront him or reunite or however it may go.

Victor opens the door and before he can get a word out a cat from inside the motel jumps on his shoulder, demanding his attention.

Victor met the stray cat that has badly healed broken bones that cause him chronic pain, made his pain go away, and the cat decided that Vic is now his owner and basically forced him to adopt him by just refusing to leave him alone. And now they're besties of course even if Victor complains on how whiny and clingy the cat is. He secretly loves the company and cuddles.

By far the best thing I've read in a long time; you seem to be the chosen one. Victor needs a cat (and I chose Vex from your list of name ideas because Vex Vale has the same alliteration)!! Hope this little blurb with is okay!🤍

But also, LOOK AT THIS PICTURE! LOOK AT DOL!

“What have you got?” Sydney asks, pouring two glasses of chocolate milk.

“Nothing,” Mitch answers.

“Nothing?”

Mitch shrugs. “Not enough to go on, I mean.”

“That’s not nothing.”

Sydney rounds the table, standing behind Mitch to look over his shoulder. She scoffs, apologizing quietly when the noise wakes Dol.

“Mitch, that’s an address,” Sydney accuses. “How is that not enough to go on?”

“Victor doesn’t want to be found.”

“That’s not his decision, is it? Besides, he’s not here to stop us.”

Mitch knows she’s trying to push him, that she knows he’ll listen. He could - should - try to fight it, but he can’t. Sydney and Victor mean a lot to him, and Victor means a lot to Sydney, so he sighs as he grabs a set of keys from the table.

“You know this may not end well,” Mitch reminds Sydney as he leads the way to the car.

“Or it may.”

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Being on the run alone is much easier than hauling an escaped convict, a young girl, and an oversized dog with you. Although Victor finds that he does miss them. Finding an inconspicuous, cash-preferred motel, he gets a room under a fake name.

Walking down the corridor to his temporary home, Victor stops when he hears a strange noise. He looks around but doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary. It happens again, and now Victor can tell it’s a cat meowing. Based on the pitch, Victor determines that wherever it is hiding, it’s injured.

Focusing, Victor lowers the pain dial in his mind. The meowing stops, and a black cat walks out from behind a dilapidated ice machine.

“Hello, darling,” Victor murmurs, kneeling to extend a hand toward the cat.

As the cat moves toward him, Victor notices how it staggers when it walks. Victor runs his hand over its back and down its hind legs, frowning as he realizes its bones have been broken and left to heal on their own. The limp and chronic pain are results of badly healed bones, and Victor takes pity on the cat.

Continuing to numb its pain, Victor stands, and the cat moves quickly beside him, adhering himself to Victor’s leg as he enters the motel room. Victor has both adopted and been adopted, though he doesn't know it yet.

“You’re a vexing cat, aren’t you?” Victor mumbles as the cat jumps onto the bed.

The cat looks at Victor before turning onto its side and burrowing into Victor’s discarded trench coat. Victor smiles at the newfound ease of the cat’s movement, and as he gently moves it aside, he calls it vexing again.

“You’re clingy, you vex-“ Victor stops abruptly, a nearby door slamming and cutting him off. The cat nudges its head against Victor’s arm, and Victor shakes his head as he asks, “Answer to Vex, do you? At least you know, darling.”

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“This is a dump,” Sydney says, stretching as she exits the car.

“That’s why he would choose it,” Mitch points out. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“He’d ask to be at the back,” Sydney calls over her shoulder, walking down a corridor with Dol at her side.

Mitch sighs, following her. She stops suddenly and takes a few steps back, pounding on a door without warning.

“Sydney!” Mitch whispers harshly, reaching for her arm.

Someone looks up at the commotion, and Mitch smiles as he lies, “Her dad is teasing her, locking the door. We’ll keep it down.”

The man narrows his eyes but enters his room, uninterested in whatever is happening around him. Victor opens the door as Sydney raises her hand to knock again. He opens his mouth to speak, but a cat jumps on his shoulder, meowing as it swats at his ear.

Sighing, Victor steps back and lets Sydney in, watching as her eyes widen at the sight of the cat.

“Vex is a friend,” he says to Dol, who tilts his head as he watches the cat move over Victor’s shoulders and jump to the desk.

Victor watches Vex and bites his tongue to keep an equally loving and aggressive comment from coming out.

“Who’s your friend?” Sydney asks.

Victor cuts her off, ignoring her playful tone. “Why are you here?” he demands.

“You left,” Sydney answers. “And I followed.”

“Typically, when someone leaves without warning, it’s because they don’t want to be followed. I needed to do some things without putting you in danger.”

Sydney pats the bed beside her, and Vex sits beside her. “Then do them, without doing that.”

Victor rolls his eyes, catching Vex when he leaps from the bed.

“Take her away, Mitch,” Victor requests.

“I actually agree with her,” Mitch argues. “If Vex here can stay, why can’t we?”

Victor sighs, accepting his fate… yet again.

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Mitch and Sydney leave Victor with Vex and Dol, who make themselves comfortable at Victor’s side. When they return from getting dinner, Victor is reclined on one of the beds, with Vex asleep and purring on his chest, his face pressed under Victor’s chin. Dol is similarly relaxed, with his snout elevated on Victor’s ribcage.

“Oh my gosh!” Sydney squeals.

Victor shushes her quickly, pointing to Vex without disturbing Dol. Sydney and Mitch silence at his actions, looking at each other as they try not to laugh.

“You really love that cat,” Sydney muses.

“He knows when to stop,” Victor mutters. He glances down at Vex without moving to add, “No, you don’t, but it’s okay.”

#victor vale #vicious #vicious ve schwab #vex vale

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fountainpenguin · 1 year ago

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"It's great to feel invincible; it's great to feel alive! My appetite's insatiable; there's nowhere it can hide..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 13 - “Blaze (Jellie, Tango)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

Also, thanks Tango for signing this drawing at TwitchCon!

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Dog's Life Session 2 begins today! Jellie gives her perspective on SnifferMyFeet hanging out around the ConVex penthouse. We don't talk about what's in Scar and Cub's closet. Don't worry about it.

Where Jellie leaves off, Tango picks up! It's time to prep for Session 2. We never did find out what's up with Impulse, but his code looks glitch-free, so let's play!

... Etho sure is dragging his feet though, isn't he?

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Jellie

Species: Cat

(Flawless at it)

🤍 🤍 🤍

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Jellie is, in her own way, the goddess of crumbs and ants and squinted eyes. It's surprising just how many crumbs get left behind in this world, where things do not despawn the way they do in her other home. She has visited there many a time, though Scar has grown more firm in asking her to stay on this side of the portal. She does not always understand his reasons, but he is gentle with his body language until he is tense, and they sing their multilingual songs as best they can.

Jellie is she who sits on high atop the kitchen cabinets. It is there she's perched the first time Scar brings his new friend home. He has a peculiar air about him (though defining the reason why would be difficult, for she is but a cat). Perhaps it is the tight way he moves his body: wary and defensive. Perhaps it is the way he keeps one hand in his pocket, tugging at the collar of his pretty white sweater with the other.

Perhaps it's the way he so vividly looks like Grian in the tousled, blond-brown undersides of his hair… and in the gentle curves of his cheeks. He is neither sharp nor aggressive. There's something familiar in those dark, dark eyes. His spiny wings are blue like Scar's, though positioned much lower at his back.

When this figure turns his head, Jellie keeps very still in her place high above. Yet he notices her. Somehow. Perhaps in the faint curl of her tail. When he tilts back, white sparkles ripple from his neck. They twist away in the air. There is no point in batting at them- even those that stray within reach. They're ethereal. They will disappear soon enough, absorbed into the code of the game. At least, that's how Scar puts it in his whispered nighttime stories. Thus, Jellie twitches her whiskers in reply.

Ah, says she (in her own words and way). You are one of they who feast on the minds of the living, but never the flesh. You are among those who cross the line between what is material and what is of another realm.

He's like Grian in his face… and like Scar in his wings. Perhaps this is their kitten. Jellie does not know much about the lives of play-creatures like Scar, but she understands kittens. She's had a few herself.

"Jellie!" cries the kitten. His hands fly up, including the one he'd kept hidden throughout his first moments of roaming the penthouse. Jellie does not descend, for she is observing in this moment of time.

Her aloof silence, however, does not deter the curious arrival. He makes to hop on the counter. It's just a bit too high. Failing that, he tries again from the crafting table, which sits a smidgen lower. This time he makes it. His leg thuds against wood. Jellie blinks, but does not hiss or fold back her ears. Let him come. He is curious, for he is but a kitten and new to this world. He smells cold, like a dead creature. There is lifeless quiet in his eyes, but he is determined to make the most of what he has. Scar, who is fixing the pillows on the couch, turns around as the kitten stretches his arms towards the high cabinets.

"Ooh- Sniff, watch out-"

Sniff, Jellie decides, is a lovely name for a kitten. She repeats it in her own form, with a tail ripple and a mew. Sniff bodies right up against the cabinets. His wings flap, but he is young and grounded. He reaches high… straining, even. His eyes spark with the glow of life. His breathing comes in huffs. "Aw, c'mon, Jellie… I want to pet you. Nice job with the walls, Scar… This whole place is a playground for felinekind, isn't it? Look at all this stuff."

"Oh, let her stay there and observe," Scar cautions as Jellie slips into a crouch. "She's a little shy, so you can't expect-"

Jellie oozes over the edge of the counter, plopping downwards like treats from her dispenser. Sniff catches her in one arm. He lets out a pleased little babbling noise, then nuzzles his cheek against her neck.

"… huh."

"Oh, you're soft," Sniff remarks, but Jellie twists away before he can pet for long. She lands on the countertop in her dainty way, then trots around the edge until she stands in front of Scar. He scritches behind her neck, then migrates his palm between her ears. Sniff descends, walking over, and that's enough interaction for now. Jellie sidles off down the hall. "Your place smells like gingerbread," Sniff says after that.

"Oh, that… Just one of the wonderful things about living where we do. C'mon; pick a movie!"

There are no birds down underground, but there are plenty of mice. Jellie paws at the door to Cub's room until he lets her in. His slippers are fuzzy… but not made of mouse. And anyway, skinned prey would be an insulting gift. One quick check confirms no rodents hidden in the plants and machinery, so she mews again until he lets her back out. Scar will not let her leave the penthouse, so Jellie waits for him to use his litterbowl before making her request. The door's only been closed for a moment when she takes up position on the lowest platform of her cat tree, mewing at the balcony door. She bops it with her hand.

Sniff, who is watching from the couch, tips his head and blinks like he might understand. "You want to go out?"

Yes!

He walks over. "This is a pretty door," he says, examining the craftsmanship…

… for a little too long.

Outside. Now. She is the goddess of crumbs and ants and squinted eyes, and those things exist in abundance on the other side of this hole-freckled door.

"All right… Let me see."

Yes…

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capricorn-writer-kawaii · 1 year ago

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Our Hero Academy

Chapter 2

Prev. Chapter

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 2k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Chapter 2 - Training together

"But how was it? Tell us every detail! Does she look as hot as always while training or even hotter?"

"Hizashi, cut it out," Aizawa ordered. His friends had not stopped asking how the training with Kaori was.

"This isn't fair, Shota. You worked with her because we helped you; otherwise, you'd continue looking at your shoelaces like a total idiot."

"Thanks for that, Oboro. I'll remember it next time you're floating and screaming for help."

Hizashi let out such a guffaw that everyone in the cafeteria looked at the line and once they discovered who was laughing like that, everything made sense.

"Can we just buy our lunch and go to the rooftop?" Oboro asked while covering his face behind Aizawa. It was one of those super weird cases in which he actually felt embarrassed. "And I'm done with the floating jokes, you, cat boy!"

Aizawa was trying to make his friend stop pulling his shirt when, in the distance, he noticed Kaori eating alone next to a window. “What if we tell her to join us?” Shota's voice made his two friends look at him as if they had misheard. Him inviting someone else? HE proposing that they socialize with someone else? Impossible... Aizawa would never do such a thing.

"Are you high? Did you take anything from Recovery Girl's office?" Oboro asked.

"Whom?" Hizashi looked in all directions without understanding. "Are you okay? I mean, Oboro's here, I'm here. And we're pretty much the only human beings you talk to. Who else are you thinking of?"

"Kao... Hoshino." He said correcting himself immediately.

"Hoshino?!" They both asked so loudly, especially Hizashi, that even Kaori heard them.

“I mean, she's there all alone…" Aizawa looked at the floor with such intensity that had his power had been some kind of laser, he would have scorched the whole place. "You know what? Forget it."

Too late… his last words were only heard by the wind, for Oboro and Hizashi were already inviting the girl to eat with them.

"So, let me get this straight. You can heighten so much the volume of your voice so that you can end up stunning other people." Kaori said paying attention to their introductions while they ate on the rooftop.

"It's not that he can end up doing so, he does it at least twice a week." Oboro clarified while Hizashi laughed.

"When I was born, I cried so loudly that everyone in the room fainted."

"Definitely not something to be proud of, bro."

"Still, you laugh every time he tells that story," Aizawa commented and he did not lie, for Oboro started to roar with laughter, causing a chain reaction in Hizashi and Kaori, it was just impossible to contain the laugh once Oboro started. When they finally managed to control the fit of laughter, Aizawa was already done with his lunch.

"I can generate and manipulate clouds of varying density. So far I'm trying to create bigger ones, but it's kind of complicated and I tend to end up soaking."

"Or floating..." Kaori hadn't intended to mock him; in fact, she was paying a lot of attention to the boy. However, striking a chord in Oboro, not even Aizawa himself could suppress a laugh. "I'm sorry! I didn't want to..."

"Oh, that's fine! Do it now, because when he's the one making jokes, he won't stop." Hizashi said.

Trying to clear his name, Oboro brought his left hand closer to Kaori, and opening his palm, he formed a small cloud that little by little acquired the shape of a doll. While Hizashi praised like a child what Oboro had done, because no matter how many times he did it, the blonde was still surprised, Aizawa glanced at Kaori's beautiful smile before the doll. Shyly, the girl took both hands and placed them on top of the doll. She then manipulated the energy of the small cloud and made it shine with the colors of the rainbow. That simple energy transformation blew the guys' minds.

Just as Aizawa imagined, Kaori, Oboro, and Hizashi clicked immediately and from that day on, the days at the academy became much more tolerable for the two timid heroes.

One afternoon, when classes finished, Hizashi and Oboro were ready to go to the movies and then go to eat. They had invited Kaori; however, she could not join them, so now they were just waiting for Aizawa.

"Shota, hurry up, we're going to be late!" Hizashi said when their friend closed his locker but was still wearing the training uniform.

"There's no time for you to change, let's go, you can do it on the way," Oboro commented.

"I'm not leaving yet, I'm gonna train a little more."

“What? Why? We trained all day! My throat even hurts."

"Sorry guys I can't go."

"Aizawa!" They said at the same time as they watched him leave.

Thus, the young hero went through all the gyms, and he could see several students training. Some of them were practicing with professors, others in groups, and others individually. Yet, he couldn't find what he was looking for. Thinking that he had made a fool of himself and that he should have communicated better, he was about to leave when an idea made him stop. Maybe he was looking wrong...

Entering the forest that surrounded the UA, Aizawa found what he was looking for; or rather, who he was looking for. Kaori trained on her account, she didn't tend to use the gyms at the academy, but no one knew why, until that day.

Aizawa hadn't even gotten very close to her when he felt how the temperature changed. Despite being a beautiful sunny day, the temperature was chilly, and yet, the area around Kaori was burning and at first the boy did not get how she could bear it so stoically. Suddenly, Shota understood what she was doing. Kaori was transporting heat waves through airflows so that she could ignite several logs scattered around the river. One by one she burned them in this way until she only had one left, the largest of all. Aizawa could tell she was having a hard time handling so much heat, she had already started to sweat and was slightly wincing.

"If she keeps going like this, she'll burn her hands." Thought the boy.

Suddenly, Aizawa discovered that the girl couldn't stop, the amount of energy she was trying to control was higher than her body could resist. He knew he didn't have consent, and that she might resent using his quirk on her, but he needed to do it. Then, the black of his eyes' iris disappeared, giving way to a scarlet red tone. Aizawa had activated his quirk, and at the same time as his eyes burned, Kaori lost her power. Desperately seeking to ease her pain, the girl plunged her hands into the water and Aizawa could hear a moan.

The heat had already disappeared, he could already approach her. "Are you okay?"

“Shota, it was you… you stopped it.”

"Sorry, I know I shouldn't have, but it looked like you were in pain."

"You don't have to apologize, thank you." She said with a kind smile, but with glassy eyes. She wasn't going to let a single tear fall, but still, the burning in her hands was terrible.

"Shouldn't you go to the infirmary? Recovery Girl can help you.”

"It's not necessary. It doesn't hurt that much."

Aizawa knew it wasn't true, Kaori's palms were burning red; still, from what he knew of her, he was certain that she would ignore her pain and continue training. "Why didn't you stop?"

"It was my fault, I got distracted and tried to control more energy than I could. Besides, I suck when it comes to controlling heat."

"You could've transformed it, it was solar energy, you could convert it into electricity."

“I try to avoid electricity.” She said lowering her face, it was evident that she was not going to talk about it. "You seem to know a bit about the subject, huh?"

"If we're going to train together, I must understand what you do." He responded by lifting his shoulders; however, his comment did not go unnoticed by the girl, who experienced a new sensation in her stomach. “I looked for you in the gyms, but I remembered that you once mentioned that you like to train outside.”

Kaori nodded and couldn't help but smile at the memory of her old home. “I grew up in the countryside, and even though my house isn’t big, there are big mountains and rivers around it, I got used to training like this. I feel a bit suffocated in closed gyms.”

“I imagine wind and water energies are the ones you manipulate best.”

“Those are the first ones I learned to transform, but sound energy's my favorite. My little brother loves it when I used the vibrations to make the earth around him shake. He has this sweet giggling... it's very cute to hear." For a moment, longing tinged her gaze, but then she looked down at her hands and sighed. "Now, heat and electricity... different stories."

A few moments passed and Kaori took her hands out of the water. "That's enough, are you ready to start, Shota?"

Before nodding, he threw another glance at her hands, opened his backpack and taking out some bandages. "At least protect them a bit."

After a sincere thank you, the young girl tried to put the bandages on her hands, but no matter how strong she tried to be, the heat did not allow her to do so.

Somewhat embarrassed by her ache, Kaori tittered. “I think I can try it later.”

Without a single word, Aizawa did it by himself. The boy took care of Kaori's hands with such delicacy that she did not feel anything. Or probably it was because she was lost in him that she did not notice when he finished.

"I think that'll do it."

"You're done? You're better than Recovery Girl, Shota!"

“You get used to it when you grew up with two guys who get hurt every day.” Even though Kaori laughed, Aizawa remained serious, apparently, it wasn't that easy to make him laugh.

Taking Kaori at her word, Aizawa began to train with her. At first, it was just the two of them, but soon the other two joined them. Anyone would think that due to their personalities, training sessions were nothing more than prolonged breaks, but that couldn't be further from the truth. When it came to practice, it was serious.

In addition, their group movements were perfect considering that Hizashi used sound waves to attack and Oboro used the wind to control his clouds. It was wonderful to Kaori that her friends precisely used the types of energy that she could best control, and if things got messy, Aizawa quickly sorted it out.

The group complemented each other perfectly because while Hizashi and Oboro kept their motivation to the maximum, Kaori did not let them give up, her dedication sometimes left her friends with their mouths open and on the verge of dying of fatigue. Regarding Aizawa, he was key, since he was the one who analyzed how his friends fought, how they used their powers, and which their weak points were. Little by little, he felt more useful and strove hard to train his power. What Hizashi and Oboro hadn't attained in years no matter how hard they tried, Kaori was achieving it. The girl was making Aizawa begin to realize how powerful he could be. It would be a lie to say that he felt confident or sure of himself, but he was starting to do it.

As for the dynamic between the four of them, this was quite curious, for although Kaori was aware of how capable she was, once the training was over, she was quite introverted. In fact, the more time the boys spent with her, the more they realized how similar she could be to Aizawa, except that she wasn't as quiet.

Meanwhile, all the words that did not come out from Kaori and Shota’s mouths, Hizashi, and Oboro said them; however, those weird cases in which Aizawa and Kaori made jokes could bring their friends to tears from laughing so hard. To tell the truth, Aizawa and Kaori's humor was very similar, they were funny without even meaning to. Also, although the girl sometimes inhibited herself when Aizawa was close, she was the one who teased him the most. It was curious and funny for Hizashi and Oboro to notice that although Aizawa made her nervous, he was the one she trusted the most. And without even meaning to, or without him noticing, Kaori was also gaining the boy's trust and affection.

Next chapter

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biancml · 2 years ago

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15 questions thingy! thanks for tagging me, love you all! @marilynjeansims @pixelglam @bloomous @bbygyal123 @oatsimss @annasiims @heluvnichole @myshunohoe @simyla🤍

1. Are you named after anyone? No, not that i know.

2. When was the last time you cried? This week, thinking about the missing cat i was taking care, i miss her :(

3. Do you have kids? No! thanks god, but babies are cute!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Sometimes, it depends on the person.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? I've played some sports like basketball, tennis, chess and volleyball at school/and in my childhood with friends from my neighborhood, but i'm not a big fan of sports.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? I think personality, style and shared interests!

7. Eye colour? Brown, when i was a kid he was once blue and also green lol.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I was OBSESSED with scary movies, and i still enjoy it, but now i'm watching more happy endings because of movie ''energy'. Attracting good energies, you know?! This kind of thing.

9. Any special talents? I don't think so, maybe something around fashion or computing!

10. Where were you born? Brazil.

11. What are your hobbies? Sims obviously, buy clothes & stuff, watch series/movies/marvel, eat in different places, selfcare and spend time with my cats!

12. Do you have any pets? I have 2 dogs (poodle and shihtzu) 3 cats (black, white and black&white) all female, and also 3 male birds.

13. How tall are you? 1,72cm / 5'8'' is it correct?

14. Favorite subject in school? Art, philosophy and sociology, coincidentally the 3 subjects i needed in college!

15. Dream job? Something around fashion, like open a store or stylist, bc i graduated and post graduated in fashion, but it's very difficult to find a job in that area. Or something around esthetic and interior design.

Idk who to tag, everyone i would tag has already done it hahah @cxseysims @vixonxo @farfallasims @noeyinthemist @serenityplays it's optional!

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folkbreeze · 2 years ago

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15 questions for 15 mutuals 🤍

Thank you so much for tagging me @pixelglam !!

1. Are you named after anyone? My second name is my mom's name (my aunt was like yeah name her after you and my mom was like... ok but not really)

2. When was the last time you cried? I'd say today looking at old pictures

3. Do you have kids? Nope unless my ocs count, they're my children

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? No...... I actually do.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? Handball, i played until last year, the team kinda... dissolved so rip

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? The way they interact with others (be it talk to others or just exist around them in general)

7. Eye colour? Green

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings all the way, i get scared way too easily and then can't sleep. And I love sleeping.

9. Any special talents? I've been told i have a lot of patience if that counts, otherwise... idk, not really.

10. Where were you born? Spain

11. What are your hobbies? I love photography, watercolors (it's been a while tho), reading and writing

12. Do you have any pets? I have a cat and a bird. The bird's like... 12 years old and he survived my cat twice, a lil warrior (he's safe now if you're concern).

13. How tall are you? 163 last time I checked

14. Favourite subject in school? I loved arts and technologies??? Then i was also super into language

15. Dream job? eh... honestly? Dream job no job

Imma tag @nihilismtrcit @virsancte @lucidicer @elmleif @celestos @aries-sims @warmsol @wolfavens @cowboycid @weindenburg and... everyone who wants to do it (also, let me know if you don't want to be tagged in these!!)

#bea.txt

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kitty-is-writing · 1 year ago

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Part 5 of Kitty's Pride Month shorts!

This is an older story I wrote for Ace Week a couple of years ago, about Vice-Chief Tironde of Astator. While she has always been comfortable with her identity, it hasn't been easy to explain it to some of her siblings. Here she attempts to get her point across to her polar opposite sister, Hinasi.

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Light rain pattered against the windows, joining the soft crackle of the fire to make a soothing background noise. It was the sort of evening Tironde usually enjoyed, the perfect setting to grab a warm blanket, pick up a good book and spend time with her cat Lika. Both cat and book would have to wait this time, however, because her sister was arriving any second for a social call. She wondered how long she would have to endure the gossip and anecdotes about Hinasi’s latest bedmates before she could excuse herself without being rude. She loved her sister, as she did all her siblings, but she did wish Hinasi would be a little less talkative sometimes. Or, at least talk about something more interesting than her ever-changing love life.

The fanfare at the door signalled Hinasi’s arrival, and she sat up a little straighter. Hopefully this wouldn’t last too long. “My dear sister, such a pleasure to see you,” Hinasi said once the formal procession had finished.

“I’m always glad to welcome you here,” she said, waving to the staff member who had just brought in a tray of tea and snacks. “So, how have you been lately? I feel like it’s been forever since we last spoke.”

“Oh, I’ve been just fine. Enjoying the company of a very pleasant man, in fact he’s been a recurring visitor for almost a month now…” Tironde tuned it out slightly, only nodding in places and making vague noises. She knew Hinasi could go on in this vein for some time, as long as nobody interrupted, so it was safe for her to consider her library and imagine herself warm and comfortable in her favourite chair. There was a brief lull in the monologue, and Tironde had an awful feeling she knew what was coming. “So, what about you? Anyone new and exciting in your life?”

She held back a sigh with difficulty. “Just Lika, same as always. You know I’m not into all that, Hinasi.”

“Oh, pish. There must be someone you’re interested in. I noticed a very lovely lady among your guard, I’m sure she’d be happy to warm your bed. Or there’s that baker running the place in the town square, I notice he’s still single…”

“Let me stop you there. I’m aware there are some wonderful people around here, and I appreciate their contributions to Astator’s prosperity and do all I can to ensure their lives are happy and safe. I have no interest in bringing any of them to my bedchamber, and likely never will. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you this.”

Hinasi shook her head, a slightly patronising smile on her face. “You’re not still hung up on that Palar, or whatever his name was? I know that was a bad relationship, but not everyone will be like that.”

“Palamir, and it wasn’t a bad relationship, we just wanted different things and couldn’t find enough common ground to make it work.” Most notably, he had wanted a lot of sex, and she found it extremely boring. “He’s doing exceptionally well with his carpentry lately, in fact. I had a new dining table commissioned from him just last week.”

“Oh, so you’re still interested in his wood?” Hinasi gave her a lewd wink. “I must admit, I always did admire the way he handled his tools.”

“He is a skilled artisan, and understands the medium well enough to get the best results possible…” The double meaning sank in after a few seconds. “Oh, Hinasi, do you have to make everything so crude?”

Hinasi snickered into her tea. “Well, you did leave that one wide open for me. Carpentry, honestly.”

What else was she supposed to have said? Palamir was a skilled carpenter, and she was proud her town had such a talented craftsman, so of course she was going to mention it if the subject came up. How did anyone get sexual innuendo from that? Was there any profession that her sister couldn’t turn into a dirty joke? “If you admire his skills with ‘wood’ so much, perhaps you’d like to pay him a visit while you’re here? I’m sure you can find the carpenters’ easily enough, the carved sign is hard to miss.”

Suddenly serious, Hinasi shook her head. “Not happening. You don’t date your siblings’ former partners, no matter how attractive and skilled they are.”

“That seems unfair. I can understand if a relationship ended badly, or if your sibling still has feelings for the person, but Palamir and I finished things amicably, and neither of us thinks of the other as more than an acquaintance. If you’re interested, and bored with your current lovers, I’m sure he’d be glad to meet you.”

“I have more than enough keeping me occupied in Bewein, and I don’t have to travel five days to see them if I fancy a bit of fun.” She waved off the suggestion. “Besides, we were talking about finding you someone. I have no shortage of interested partners, but you’re spending every night with your cat. Your position as Vice-Chief alone should have those seeking favours queueing at the door most nights, if nothing else, and you’re certainly attractive and personable enough that people would be interested in you for that. What are you doing to scare them all off?”

Tironde couldn’t suppress the sigh this time. “The people of Astator understand and respect my lack of interest in pleasures of the flesh.” Unlike you, she just kept herself from saying. “I do have the occasional visitor claiming they have magical genitals that can change my mind, but all of them leave disappointed when I refuse their advances. Honestly, I fail to understand the appeal of exchanging bodily fluids with another person. It seems a lot of effort for very little reward, and I get more enjoyment from reading a good book or spending time with a friend. Lika provides all the comfort I need at night, and doesn’t demand things from me that I’m uncomfortable giving. Why shouldn’t I live the way I’m happy living?”

“How can you be happy when you’re alone?” Hinasi seemed genuinely confused. “I know my choice to move between casual lovers isn’t for everyone, but there must be a match out there for you. Someone else who loves reading and cats, maybe?”

“I’m not alone, Hinasi. I have friends, I have five siblings who I love even when they’re frustrating the Hells out of me, I have a very affectionate pet, and I enjoy taking some time for myself on occasion. Not everyone needs to be surrounded by people to be happy.” She’d lost count of how many times she’d tried to explain this to one or the other of her siblings. Maybe this time it would sink in. “Having another person around all the time, sharing my entire life and expecting to be included in everything, would make me miserable. If I was unhappy with my life, don’t you think I would have done something to change it by now?”

Hinasi furrowed her brow, looking as if someone had just given her an impossible riddle to solve. “I suppose, but aren’t you even a little interested? Curious, at least? I don’t think you’ve ever been with a woman, maybe that’s more to your taste?”

She barely restrained herself from smacking her own forehead. “Hinasi. Listen carefully. I am not interested in men. I am not interested in women. I am not interested in anyone else, regardless of their gender. I find sex vaguely disgusting and incredibly tedious, and would rather have my eyes gouged out with a spoon than participate in it with anyone, whether casually, in a group, or as part of an exclusive relationship. There is nothing in the world that could induce me to do so, short of physical or magical force. If, by some miracle, a person with a similar attitude towards it and an understanding of my need for personal space came along, only then might I consider thinking about the possibility of discussing a hypothetical relationship with them. Please stop trying to push me into situations I am not comfortable with.”

“Alright, fair enough, but what about children? You’ll have to be with someone at least once to conceive, you know. It doesn’t happen by magic.”

“You’re assuming I want children, which I don’t. Aside from anything else, do you really think I’d make a good mother?” Tironde held up a hand to forestall the inevitable ‘biological clock’ argument. “Before you tell me I’m running out of time to reproduce, let me remind you that you’re four years older than me, sleep with anything that moves, and you don’t have a child either. Shouldn’t your clock be ticking louder than mine by now?”

Hinasi raised her hands, ducking her head in an exaggerated surrender. “Okay, I give in, I won’t pester you about this again. I just want my sister to be happy, that’s all.”

“I am, when I’m not being bugged about my imaginary love life.” She smiled, glad the little dispute hadn’t spoiled her sister’s visit. The conversation moved on to other topics then, until Hinasi and her retinue were shown to the guest rooms for the night. Tironde stood, carried the depleted tea tray back to the kitchens and headed for her own rooms, where her closest companion had been waiting all evening.

“Meeeooooow.” Lika lifted her head as the door opened, stretched, and let out a prolonged, complaining sort of meow.

Tironde sat beside her on the bed, scratching behind her ears. “I know, I’m usually snuggled up with you by now. Hinasi kept me talking longer than I thought she would, but never mind. What are we reading tonight, then?”

Lika made a little ‘prrp’ sound, jumped down and wandered over to the books, sniffing at the lower shelves. “Miaow.”

“You like the look of this one?” Tironde pulled out the book Lika had stopped by. It was an old one, a retelling of some of the tribal legends, and one she always enjoyed reading. “Good choice, Lika. Come on then, let’s get comfy and dive in.”

Moments later, they were snuggled in a nest of blankets, Lika purring madly as Tironde lost herself in the ancient stories. She could almost forget the real world existed, in moments like this. Others might feel a desire to share their special moments with another, and that was fine, but hers were hers alone, without a need for intrusion or interruption. Lika was more than enough company for her, and always would be.

#ace #ace pride #asexual #aroace #aromantic #aro pride #lgbtq+#lgbtqia #Kitty's short stories #short story #pride month #pride #aro

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dreams-and-drabbles · 2 years ago

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If we're talking Mysme, I'm begging you for Zen content, he's my one true love that I never moved on from, I stopped playing for him 🥺💕

Also, God, do I love Julian from Arcana just 😍

Firstly, yes, just yes. Julian owns me. He and his stupidly attractive little smirk and that eyepatch and his tendency to just pop up out of nowhere, just yes. Yes all the way. Secondly, ah, Lovely Zen… You, as always have wonderful taste, Right Brain. I hope you enjoy this~! Also, forewarning— I know nothing about the film industry, besides the small bits of research I did to write this. As such, please forgive any inaccurate in the writing of this one-shot!

🤍 ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ 🤍

[Zen x Reader]

Really, it was no surprise you’d fallen for him…

Zen or his actual name, Hyun Ryu, was charming in personality and drop dead gorgeous.

He treated everyone around him well, and genuinely seemed to value the crew he worked with.

It was a shame, you thought, that he’d likely never notice you.

The two of you were only working together throughout the course of his current film. You were in charge of costume design, and as friendly as your interactions were, they were only that.

Friendly.

Civil.

Your interactions with one another were only ever on set, and despite how often the two of you had to interact, there was always a rift between the two of you. Your job was to make him shine, after all, and he really didn’t need much help with that…

You let out a soft sigh, earning a concerned glance from Areum Cho, a coworker and friend of yours.

She was a fairly well known singer, and was behind the vocals of the film’s opening song.

The two of you had worked together on a project before, and you’d been excited to run into her here, as well. While you’d kept in touch, the film industry kept you both incredibly busy.

She was a huge fan of romance anime, and had taken a personal interest in your crush on “Zen”.

“Hmm, I recognise that starstruck look. Still pining over the male lead, then?”

Your friend questioned, her voice slightly raspy.

She’d probably worn it out singing.

“If you know me so well, then do you even need to ask?” You retorted, before taking a long sip from your boba tea.

The woman shook her head, her white streaked hair bouncing, as she did so.

It was her signature trait, and was due to an incredibly rare genetic mutation.

Sometimes, you envied how unique her appearance was.

Although, you knew her condition came with several complications as well. Poor Areum burnt horribly in the sun, for one.

Still, to you, who felt painstakingly normal—

People like Areum Cho and Hyun Ryu may as well live in different worlds, and yet—

“Well, I’d like to say I know you well, but we really never seem to have much time, do we? Anyhow, tell your wingwoman what’s up! You’re killing me with all the suspense.”

Areum questioned, gesturing wildly with her hands.

You shook yourself from your thoughts, knowing that they wouldn’t do you any good.

Overthinking never did you any good, yet you seemed to have a habit of doing so.

“The usual. I helped him with his costume, made a few alterations, we talked a bit, and then I finished, and he left.”

Aerum stared at you with wide eyes, before shaking her head disappointedly.

“You’re never going to get anywhere, if you keep up like that, and no, don’t give me that look. It’s entirely possible that you could get somewhere, but you have to approach him about something other than work. Tell me, have you talked to him about anything other than costume design?”

You frowned, pursing your lips at her question.

“He doesn’t like cats…?” You managed, an embarrassed flush crawling up your cheeks.

Aerum laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

“That’s basic information. He’s allergic to cats. Next time, ask him if he has any hobbies. We still have a month on set, so operation get [F/N] with the Male Lead can still work~!”

Aerum chirped, before making jazz hands.

You sighed, rolling your eyes in amusement.

“You watch too much anime.”

You said, earning a laugh from the singer.

“Guilty as charged~! I have to go record now that my voice has had a rest, so good luck to you~! Remember to ask~!”

Aerum waved a cheerful goodbye, leaving you alone with your thoughts…

You hated to admit it, but she had a point.

You hadn’t even tried to talk to him normally, but the idea of actually talking to him, was rather intimidating.

It was just a silly puppy crush, anyways..

Still—

How could you know what would happen if you never tried?

You felt a headache building up, Aerum’s earlier words were playing on repeat in your thoughts.

It was ridiculous.

You were acting like some lovesick teen.

“[F/N], we need your assistance backstage.”

The director’s voice pulled you from your musings, and you gave the older man a polite smile.

You stood up from your seat, your expression curious, as you trailed after the director.

“Of course. Did something happen with one of the costumes?”

You asked, your brows furrowed in concern.

You’d worked hard on those costumes, and took great pride in your designs.

The artist in you was screaming at the thought of one of your creations falling apart; before fulfilling its intended use.

The director sighed, his lips pressed into a firm line. He offered you a sympathetic smile, before nodding at your question.

“Yes, unfortunately. There was a bit of an accident with one of the props we were using for a stunt.”

Your earlier headache returned with a fury, as you took in his words.

Unfortunately, situations like this happened fairly often in the film industry, however it was a less common occurrence in the later parts of filming. As of now, you only had a month left on set, which meant the movie itself was almost finished.

“How bad is it?” You asked, slipping into your more professional tone.

The director sighed, “I was hoping you could assess that. It would be nice if the costume was salvageable.”

You shook your head, your expression thoughtful.

“If it’s a matter of salvaging it, then it’d likely be best for me to go ahead and replicate it. I’ll have to alter one of the doubles, which costume was it?”

You questioned, your gaze on the director.

“It was the suit for the third night of the masquerade.” The director spoke, his tone tired.

“Ah, the scene with the murder? No wonder. I’ll take care of it. Please send Hyun my way once you’re finished here, so I can start working on the new suit.” You asked, your tone polite.

The director gave you an appreciative smile, before adjusting his glasses a bit.

“Thank you, [F/N]. You’re so hardworking. It’s been a pleasure having you here on set.”

You shook your head at the praise, the compliment making you feel slightly flustered.

“You’re too kind, director. I’m just doing my job.”

The director chuckled, giving you a friendly smile.

“Nonsense! We’ve worked together for over a year now! In fact, I’m having drinks with some of the others on set after rehearsal. You should come!”

You frowned, about to decline, when Aerum’s words made their way to your thoughts.

“I’ll consider it..”

The director beamed, before giving you a nod, and heading backstage.

You made your way back to the design room, and immediately pulled out one of the suits for night three of the masquerade. It would need a bit of work, so that it could fit Zen’s form, but that was your area of expertise.

After around half an hour, you heard a knock on the door. You cupped your hand to your lips, so your voice would reach further out.

“Come in!”

The door opened, and in walked the subject of all your anxieties, the ‘Lovely Zen’, himself.

He smiled at you, his expression a bit sheepish.

“I’m sorry about the suit.”

You waved off his apology, offering him a smile of your own. “That’s fine, it’s literally my job to fix things like this. Did the murder get a bit too grizzly?”

You joked a bit, your tone dry.

Zen’s brows shot up in surprise, and he nodded, before chuckling a bit.

“Yes, I didn’t know you’d memorised the scenes.”

You grabbed your ruler, and grabbed his arm to begin taking measurements.

“I design costumes for said scenes, and it would be less enjoyable for the audience, I think, if the clothing did not fit the character. I research the characters in my free time, as well. I try to stay fairly close to the original source in terms of design.”

You prattled off, heading to the table to grab your notepad.

The actor laughed at your words, causing your cheeks to burn slightly.

“It’s not that funny, is it?” You asked, your tone a touch softer.

Zen shook his head, giving you a smile.

“On the contrary, I admire your work ethic, are you a fan of theatre, then?”

You nodded in response to his question, a small smile on your face. “I’m a sucker for a good story.”

Zen hummed in response, his expression thoughtful.

“I am too. That’s what makes acting so fun for me. I get to be part of so many different stories. Still, I worry sometimes that they only cast me due to my dazzling looks. All of my roles seem to be of the same sort…Tall, dark, and handsome.”

You snorted at this, shaking your head in amusement.

“Sure, maybe appearance wise. I’ve seen you in other films, however. For one, your role as Zorro was incredibly different than the Sherlock, you’re playing in this adaptation.”

The actor’s eyes widened in clear surprise, and he studied you a bit more closely.

“You’ve watched my films?” He asked, shock evident in his tone.

“I’ve watched several films. I’m a sucker for a good story, remember? They’re also great for inspiration, but yes, yours were among those numbers. I appreciate the arts, and your acting is incredible. That’s fact, not flattery.”

You affirmed, surprised at how open you were being today. You’d never been this talkative with Zen, the majority of your interactions being for politeness’ sake—

You blamed the pep talk from Aerum. She’d always been very good at getting into your head.

Zen grinned at your words, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Well, I’m still flattered. I heard from the director you’d be joining everyone for drinks after rehearsal today. I think that’s great. You’ve always seemed a bit reserved.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, as you had clearly hadn’t agreed, you’d only promised to think about joining.

“Ah, that… Also, what made you think I was reserved?”

You responded, attempting to divert the conversation’s focus.

Zen chuckled, inclining his head towards your face. “Well, for one— You avoid socialising with most of us. Actually, I think I’ve only ever seen you speak to that singer girl. Even then, I don’t see you talk to others much.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and your cheeks burned at his words. “You watched me?”

Zen hummed, a sly smile on his face.

“Well, it’s hard not to notice you, when you’re the only one by yourself on set. Most everyone else generally has at least one person they talk to, and the singer girl doesn’t count. You seemed to know each other before we started filming here.”

You rolled your eyes at his assessment, a playful pout forming on your face.

“Well, that’s not very nice. First you tell me I have too little friends, and then you say the friend I do have, doesn’t count. Also, her name is Aerum, and yes, we were already friends before we started working together on this set.”

You joked slightly, your tone light.

The actor gave you a charming smile, before winking at you.

“How about I fix the issue, hm? I’ll dazzle you with my presence as your first friend on this set.”

You grinned, setting the notepad to the side, and moving to work on the suit.

“I think I’ll take you up on that incredibly generous offer. Be careful not to dazzle me too much, okay? I need my eyes to finish your costumes.”

Zen nodded, his expression one of mock seriousness.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of my future costumes. That would be tragic.”

You grinned, your eyes taking on a mischievous note, as you jokingly mused aloud.

“Ah, yes. I can see the headlines now: Young fashion designers eyes melted after gazing at the ‘Lovely Zen’ for too long. They had to find a new costume designer, of course.”

Zen sighed dramatically, his lips curled up into a smile. “The curse of being beautiful is just too much for some to handle.”

You snorted, releasing him from your grip, and taking a step back.

“Yep, it sure is. Take a look and see for yourself.”

You said, gesturing to the replacement suit.

Zen glanced at you, his expression amused, before he nodded at your words.

“I’m good to go, then?” He asked, his tone softening some.

You nodded, offering him a smile.

“Yep, you’re entirely free.”

He hummed, glancing at you curiously.

“Will you be joining everyone for drinks tonight?”

You averted your gaze, before sighing.

“It’ll be awkward. I won’t know anyone there, unless Aerum goes, and even so…”

Zen’s brows furrowed, and he gestured towards himself. “You’ll know me, too. Of course, I won’t pressure you or anything. We can always meet up another time, if you choose not to go.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you offered him a small smile. “That’s fair…You’re serious about the whole friend thing, then…?”

His brows furrowed, and his expression took on a more serious note. “Of course, you’re stuck with me now that you’ve agreed to be my friend. No take-backs, okay?”

You snorted, shaking your head in amusement.

“I could think of worse people to be stuck with. Plus, you’re cute and funny. I don’t think it’s a bad deal at all.” You joked lightly, before realizing what you’d said.

Your cheeks burned, and you waved your hands frantically in embarrassment.

“I mean— Gosh, sorry. I mean you are very cute, but I swear it wasn’t my intention to hit on you or anything like that.” You floundered, wishing you could disappear on the spot.

You were brought back to reality by Zen’s laughter, and your mortification furthered.

“You’re surprisingly cute yourself, [F/N]. I wouldn’t mind if someone cute like yourself was hitting on me.”

You stared at him, your eyes wide, before averting your gaze embarrassedly.

“I’d have to…hype myself up…to hit on you.”

You admitted, rather lamely, earning another bout of laughter.

“Hmm, in that case…Would you mind if I hit on you, then? I can be dazzling enough for the both of us, and I’ll admit I’m a bit curious about you. I heard your taking friend earlier. Operation Male Lead, or what not? You can tell her it was a success.”

You stared at him blankly, your brain whirling.

“We literally just had one conversation, right? I’m definitely not that interesting…”

The actor chuckled, shaking his head.

“I’ll be the judge of that, besides I’m asking to get to know you. Trust me, the last thing I would want is to dive head first into something. Although, I’m relieved at your concern. I’ve had the fair share of people who are only interested in me because of my fame.”

You shook your head at that, a frown tugging at your lips.

“That’s stupid. You’re gorgeous, yes. You can act, yes. What does any of that matter if you don’t have a good personality? I’ll admit I may or may not be crushing on you some, but that’s because I’ve had the chance to interact with you. Well, kind of, in a professional sense.”

Zen laughed, shaking his head at your words.

“Most people would say I’m vain, you know?”

You shrugged, grinning helplessly. “To be fair, I’d be the same way if I had both your looks and talents. Regardless of that, it’s what you think of yourself that matters, right?”

Zen hummed, his expression softening a bit.

“That’s true. You’re interesting, [F/N]. I meant what I said about getting to know you.”

You hummed, offering him a smile. “I guess I’ll be joining you all for drinks, after all.”

He laughed at that, giving you a wink.

“I’ll point out the good stuff, then.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Zen beamed, his lips quirking upwards in a teasing grin.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

#thanks for the ask!#mystic messenger #zen x reader #kind of?#it’s a slow burn?#lots of flirting?#they’re hmmmm—#they have chemistry.#lots of chemistry.

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Hot Tub - JJ Maybank

Pairing- Reader x JJ Maybank

Summary - The Scene from OBX with the Jacuzzi, you comfort JJ after finding out his dad beat him and make love in the Jacuzzi.

Warnings- Language, sex. (18+)

Requested smut - @maisygd (I hope this is what you wanted 🤍)

(Credit to gif owner, found on google)

You, Kie and Pope pulled up behind the chateau. You stay quiet as they both talk, your eyes narrowing at the lights shining from the side of the building.

“What the hell was that” Kie questions, the noise of a generator fills the open area. More lights flicker on as you all storm around the building, ready to jump whoever was trespassing.

All three of you are stunned as you notice the large hot tub sitting in the back yard of John B’s, water spraying around the body of JJ. He tilts his glasses as we come closer, a small smirk evident on his face.

“What the hell did you do JJ?” Pope exclaims, his eyes wild as he takes in all the unnecessary lights and a god damn disco ball hanging above the water.

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now” JJ jokes, he looks wasted. Hand holding tightly around the neck of the champagne bottle, your brows furrow as you take in the surroundings.

You must have blocked out what was going on because the sound of JJ shouting causes you to jump slightly, his eyes flicker to you momentarily but go back to looking at the water.

“Enough of this emotional shit, get in the cats ass. come on. ” JJ says, a fake smile plastered on his face. You notice the ways his eyes are sad and not reaching anyone’s face, your stomach feels heavy.

“In the what?” Kie says, she doesn’t have any idea what’s going on. She’s so confused, she looks over to you and you both share a look. But you stay quiet, you let the other two do the talking.

“The cats ass, that’s what I named her” he says, you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you try to make sense of what was happening. Had JJ really just spent the money he stole from Barry on a hot tub?

You couldn’t help but be annoyed, your fingers coming up to press into your ears as you drown out the rest of the conversation. You didn’t want to listen, you couldn’t believe there would be a proper explanation for him doing this?

He could have paid the fine, he could have avoided court. Did he not think about any of this before buying a goddamn hot tub.

“Or better yet, you could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of well” Pope states, annoyance written all over his face. Kiara’s eyebrows furrow as she tries to understand why JJ did this.

You notice the way JJ rubs the bridge of his nose and his lower lip quivers, suddenly he’s pushing himself up from the water.

“Okay well you know what, I didn’t do that” he starts, everyone’s eyes fall to the large purple bruising littered on his torso. “I got a hot tub for my friends” he adds, you can’t help the sick feeling in your stomach as you stare at him.

“I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what?” He starts and the way he’s stuttering and searching around causes goosebumps to rise on your skin, your lip quivers as you watch the boy you love break down.

“No, you know what? Screw friends, I got a hot tub for my family” he tries to joke, but tears are threatening to spill and his jaw hurts from clenching. Tears already fall from your eyes as your hand comes up to hide your quivering lips.

You can see Kiara’s lips moving but you can’t make out what she’s saying as your ears only focus on the sound of JJ’s distressed voice.

“No, you stop being emotional. It's fine, okay?” He says, you notice how Kiara steps forward to comfort him but Pope grips her arm and his eyes meet yours, silently urging you to get in with him.

“I mean, it's sweet, right? Everything...Just get in!” JJ says, your feet move on their own. Stepping into the water fully clothed, your arms reach out for the blonde boy. His head falls onto your chest and his arms wrap around your waist.

Tears fall from his eyes as he silently cries against you, your own tears falling into his soft hair. Your fingers brush up and down his back trying to comfort him.

“I just couldn't do it, I can't take him anymore!” He says. His body shakes under you and your throat tightens at his words, you couldn’t stand the fact that his dad could do this to him.

“I was gonna kill him, I just wanna do the right thing.” He whispers and you nod your head, you knew he wanted to do the right thing. He was always trying to do the right thing.

“I know JJ” you whisper, Pulling him closer into your body. Your eyes drift back to the other two who nod and signal they will leave. You know it was hard for them both to leave, they were his friends too.

But Pope knew that JJ would want to be alone with you, he knew only you could help him feel better. So they gave you the privacy you needed as you rocked JJ in your arms.

JJ’s arms around you waist tighten and you run your fingers through his damp hair, pulling him close to your chest as possible. You could feel his tears on your skin.

You gnaw on your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying, your heart ached as you listened to JJ’s soft cries. You wanted to get out of the water and find his dad, put a knife to his neck and scream at him.

“I’m okay, I’m okay” JJ whispers, he pulls away from you slightly, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He can’t help himself and he’s pressing his lips to yours.

It’s so soft and passionate you feel scared, that maybe he’d pull away and realise he shouldn’t have done that. You’d both been together for a while and his coping method seemed to be have sex and forget about it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” he mumbles, but his lips meet yours again and again. Your fingers thread through his hair and pull him closer to you.

“Don’t apologise” you whisper, the feeling of his hands tugging your waist until you stood submerged in the hot tub. The jets splashing around you both.

His eyes are on you, searching for something but you're not sure what. His fingers dance over your bicep, up to your shoulder and down your back until it lands on the strings of your bikini that pokes out from your crop top.

“I just want to forget for a minute” he says, all you can do is nod and press your lips to his again. His touch was soft but tongue desperate, you part your mouth to let him explore.

His fingers pulling the strings of your bikini until it fell into the water, the only thing covering your breasts was the soaked crop top. His desperate hands tug at the material, you reach your arms up for him to pull it off.

“Are you sure you want this?” You question, his eyes trained on your perky breasts. He answers by walking his fingers up your stomach until they dust over your nipples causing them to harden.

“You can help me forget yeah?” He asks, you simply nod and the hand around your waist pulls you closer to him. His body dipping lower into the water until his eyes are level with your nipples, tongue coming out to kitten lick them.

Your eyes squeeze shut at the slow sexual movement, your fingers digging into his shoulder as he sponge kisses on your full breast until his mouth pulls your nipple in between his teeth.

“Oh” you whimper out, his blunt nails digging into your back all the while bringing your legs around his waist. Your wet shorts clinging to your body uncomfortably.

“Can I touch you?" he questions, his fingers loop into your shorts pulling you closer in. You nod your head silently, your hands coming down to help him unbutton your shorts.

“Are you okay?” You question him, his hands massaging your naked thighs. You know it's a silly question and you probably shouldn’t have asked it but you're worried and you don’t want him bottling it up.

“No, but I will be” he says, he presses his lips to yours again and you become silent. Eyes closed tightly as he moves your hips against his, your core rubbing against his shorts.

You reach down and tug on his shorts until he’s as naked as you, he moves backwards to sit back onto the plastic seat. Your knees pressing against the plastic, hovering over him he stares up at you.

His eyes sad but his dick hard and pressed against you, his hands are soft as they rub up and down your thighs. He begins to line himself up to your entrance, urging you to sit with his other hand.

You softly sink down on him, desperately trying not to lean against his bruises. You press your fingers to your lips before dusting them over his bruises, his hand tightening around you as you do so.

“I’ve got you” you whisper, your body begins to rise and fall on his shaft. His eyes tightly closed and blunt nails digging into your skin as he held you tight against him.

Your tits pressed into his face every so often as his mouth came out to suck on your nipples over and over, your clit rubbing against him as you came down on him.

“I’m here for you” you mutter, your comforting words ease his broken heart. His throat hurting as he desperately held back his tears, he burrowed his face into your neck. Teeth nipping at the skin on your collar bone.

His hands come round to grasp the flesh of your ass and pull you down rougher, his hips meeting up with yours and causing you to cry out with pleasure. You try to hold in your moans and he doesn’t like that, he lifts you up so he’s standing in the middle of the hot tub.

Your waists submerged in the warm water, he holds your waist with one hand while his other hand holds the tub. He uses all his strength to fuck into you, your head falling back to hit the water slightly.

“Don’t hold back baby” he says, his eyes wild and full of lust. He doesn’t like when you try to stay quiet especially not when he knows how good he makes you feel.

Your moans and breathy pants are what gets him through every day, the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your pussy clenches around his cock is what gets him to sleep at night.

“J fuck, am I hurting you” you stutter out, your hands holding onto his shoulder as you try to pull away from him so you didn’t press against his bruised body. He only pulls you back closer.

“Don’t, stop moving away. I’m okay” he states, his hold so tight you can feel his chest vibrating against yours. His thrusts hard and fast and you can’t help but worry about the pain you're causing him.

He notices your worried eyes and presses his lips to yours, moving you both slightly so he can reach down and press the pads of his fingers to your aching clit, you cry out into his open mouth. You can feel the smirk growing on his lips as he watches you moan under him.

“Come on sweet girl” he says, he knows you're close he can feel your walls clenching tightly around his dick. His dick thrusting against your g spot continuously, you desperately try to hold on.

Your nails digging into his skin as he massages faster against your clit and grinds into you faster, you’ve forgotten about his bruises momentarily as he makes you feel good.

Your heart racing and the warm tingly feeling in your belly takes over. You squeeze your thighs around his waist and curl your toes, loud moans leave your lips as his opened mouth sucks harshly on your neck.

“JJ -I” you whimper out, your eyes squeezing shut as you let your orgasm over come you. JJ thrusts into you deeper and lets go with a loud groan into your neck, his dick buried deep inside of you as he fills you up.

Your chest rising and falling harshly as you stare up at him, he slowly pulls you up with him. His bum meeting the plastic seat once again and your body straddling him while he’s still inside of you.

“Did I hurt you?” You question, your fingers brushing against his bruises again. Worry fills your thoughts again, he shakes his head and grasps your hand and brings it to his lips.

Pressing soft kisses against the pads of your pruned fingers, his eyes stare lovingly into yours. Your heart swells from the way he looks at you.

“You would never hurt me” he whispers against your fingers, tears well in your eyes and you bring him into a soft hug. Your face buried into his neck, you couldn’t love this many anymore than you did right now.

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