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froggibus · 1 year ago

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Hi!

I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if I could request the Batboys with an s/o who passes out from a fever.

I hope you’re doing well!!

Passing Out From A Fever - Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Wally West

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake and Wally West x gn! reader (separately)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: your s/o reacting to you passing out from a fever

Word Count: 1.2k (Dick's), 1k (Jason's), 1.1k (Tim's), 1.1k (Wally's)

CW: sickness/the flu, minor injuries, reader is stubborn and refuses to rest, fainting, established relationship? gn reader but Wally refers to you as a 'damsel in distress', violence + drugs/drug dealers (Jason's) lmk if i missed anything

okok so sorry anon this request is almost 4 months old lmfao. i got a little sidetracked doing other stuff for a while but it is finally here. hope you enjoy it despite how delayed it is

Dick

Dick looks at the numbers on the digital thermometer with a sigh. “Your temperature’s only going up.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You try to joke but your whole body aches, your skin is feverish and clammy, and your head spins every time you open your eyes.

He looks at you seriously, giving you the signature Dick Grayson disappointed older brother, team leader look.

“I take it no patrol tonight?”

He rests his hand on your thigh. “Not a chance in hell.”

“I figured as much,” you grumble.

“I’ll stay in with you tonight,” he insists, giving your leg a squeeze. “We can watch a movie or something. I’ll even let you choose.”

You let out a deep breath, leaning back and resting your head against your cold bed frame. His offer is tempting—it's not often he stays home during the evening. “Okay,” you nod your head slowly. “We’ll stay in tonight.”

He beams at your decision, planting a chaste kiss to your forehead before jumping up and leaving you in your bed. “I’ll be back in an hour, alright?”

You offer a weak thumbs up before relaxing back into your nest of blankets and pillows. It won’t hurt to sleep a little while he’s out, and you are pretty tired.

—

You wake up hours later, Dick nowhere to be seen. Your whole body feels like it’s been set on fire and beat with a baseball bat, but you still struggle out of bed to go find your boyfriend. Of course, he’s nowhere to be seen.

You narrow your eyes, a sinking feeling in your chest because you know exactly where he is. Your hunch is proved right when you open the closet door with shaky hands and see the empty hanger where the Nightwing costume should be.

What happened to staying in tonight? No patrol?

The thought of him leaving you while you feel this sick lights a fuse in your chest, and before you know it, you’re lazily tugging your own suit over your limbs. The suit only makes you feel hotter, your muscles aching in protest, but you need to see him.

By some miracle, you manage to stumble your way across Gotham in the dead of night while dealing with an extremely high fever and body aches.

Still, your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. You followed the trail of beaten thugs and failed robberies straight to the centre of the city, but Nightwing wasn’t there. You feel slightly woozy, your knees shaking below you.

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you take it out, the writing blurry on the small glowing screen. You squint but the letters spin on the screen, and you can’t seem to make them out.

In fact, when you look up from the screen, the whole world is spinning. Your head feels impossibly heavy, and suddenly your body is pitching forwards.

————

Dick knows he’s fucked when he gets home and you’re nowhere to be seen. He sees the open closet door and the empty hanger where your costume should’ve been, and groans.

If only he had just stayed home like he said. Guilt overwhelms him, but he swallows it back and forces himself to push through.

You shouldn’t even be out of bed, let alone roaming the city dressed as a vigilante. Dick cards his fingers through his hair and starts to make his way through the city again.

He assumes you were trying to find him, so he circles back through his usual patrol spots. The longer it takes to find you, the more anxious and guilty he feels.

It’s all his fault that you’re even in this mess, stumbling through the city sick and disoriented.

He finds you unconscious on a rooftop, tucked away in a corner, a small cut on your face from what he assumes was the impact. Seeing you like this makes his heart drop and for what feels like a thousand years, he watches you and waits for your chest to rise. He stares, holding his own breath until he finally sees your lungs inflate with air.

He’s scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to the apartment in an instant, careful not to jostle you too much. He can feel your feverish skin through your costume, sweat pooling on your forehead and neck. He could set a record for how fast he had you home.

He changes you out of your suit and into comfortable pjs, patching up the mark on your face and tucking you into bed. He’s always taken care of his younger brothers so he knows just how to take care of you.

He puts an ice pack on your forehead to keep you from burning up too much and gets water and ginger ale for your nightstand. He knows you’ll need fluids and medicine when you wake up and he wants to be prepared.

Even after he’s prepared everything and double checked his, his nerves don’t settle. You’ve been out cold for at least an hour, with no sign of waking up. Another hour of this and he’ll have to take you to the hospital.

He paces the room, eyes never leaving your sleeping figure. Wake up, wake up, wake up. He tries to will you awake, hoping your eyes will open any second and you’ll berate him for leaving you.

“Dick..?”

His pacing comes to a stop, eyes snapping to yours. “Oh, thank god,” he kneels next to your side of the bed and takes your hand in his. “How’re you feeling?”

As if on cue, you groan in pain. The ice pack he placed on your forehead does little to help with the heat that’s ignited your whole body. Your eyes feel painfully heavy, and all of your muscles feel inflamed.

He holds a glass of water up to your lips, helping you tip your head back so you can drink some. He pops a couple pills into your mouth and pours some more water in to wash them down.

“They’ll probably take fifteen minutes to work,” he keeps his voice quiet. “You’ll feel a lot better soon though, I promise. I’ll make sure you’re all better.”

You nod weakly. “You—you left me…”

Dick’s heart breaks at the sound of your sad, weak voice. He was hoping you wouldn’t dwell on that too much, the reminder that his fuck up for you into this mess weighing heavily on him.

“I know, baby. And I’m so, so sorry. There was an emergency and I thought I could sneak out quick but,” he sighs and tugs on his hair. “I’m not gonna leave your side until you’re all better, okay? Never again.”

You’re too tired and sick to care for grovelling, you’re just glad he’s here and you don’t have to suffer alone. You reach a hand out to grab his hand and weakly tug him towards the bed.

Dick obliges, crawling in next to you and letting you rest on his chest. “I’m gonna make you all better, hm? You’ll be all better soon, hun.”

His soothing voice coupled with the circles he traces on your back are enough to keep you content until the medicine kicks in. Then, you’re drifting back to sleep in Dick’s arms, already feeling better from the turmoil of the day

Jason

You think Jason may be the most dense man on the planet. Unlike his father, his detective skills seriously need some work.

When you woke up this morning with a fever and aches, you were sure you could push through it. It’s just a little cold, or so you thought. As the day turned into night and you got ready for patrol, your symptoms only worsened.

Your body aches grew worse, your fever grew hotter and your movements got sluggish. Still, you brushed it off. You never miss patrol with Jason, and tonight wasn’t going to be a first.

“You’re off to a slow start,” he teases.

You would roll your eyes if you weren’t so tired. “Shut up. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

It’s a total lie, of course. And if he could see the swelling of your glassy eyes or touch your boiling skin, he would know otherwise. Lucky for you, the adrenaline rush Jason gets on patrol creates a kind of tunnel vision that allows him to completely overlook your symptoms.

You stumble a bit, having to brace yourself against one of the shipping containers. You’re glad Jason shot out all of the street lamps at the old dock, leaving you in perpetual darkness. A perfect cover to hide the pain you’re feeling.

You take a deep breath and groan, pushing off of the container and running to catch up with him. The friction only makes you hotter, the air being forced from your lungs. Your head spins and black spots crowd your vision, but you take a weak breath and force them away. Now is not the time to be weak.

Jason tilts his head at you, and you can feel his judging eyes from under the mask. “Seriously, are you okay? Did you get hurt or something?”

“Did you? You’re off your game too, Red.” You try to nudge him teasingly but it just sends a shockwave through your body, your head suddenly pounding.

He looks like he’s going to say something you don’t want to hear but you’re saved by the bell when an unlucky drug dealer stumbles into view. Jason is pouncing on him in a minute, leaving you to your thoughts.

His form gets blurrier the more you watch him fight, and you swear your arms and legs are growing heavier by the second. Your head lulls back and you worry for a minute that you’re going to pass out.

You manage to catch yourself, pinching your arms to keep yourself aware. It works, but only for a second. You have enough time to make eye contact with Jason before your eyes are rolling back and you’re dropping like a sack of potatoes.

—

Jason is freaking the fuck out. For a minute, he’s worried you’re injured—or worse. All he saw was your panicked expression before you dropped to the pavement. If he wasn’t so worried, he would have laughed at your lack of grace.

He makes quick work of the remaining drug dealers, tearing through them with all the anxiety he’s feeling. By the time he’s made it to you, your body is practically on fire. He flinched away at first, not expecting your skin to be as hot as it is.

“You idiot,” he lifts you into his arms, letting your head hang over his shoulder. “You should’ve just told me you were sick.”

He forces himself to keep his calm demeanour the whole way to the apartment. He doesn’t let himself worry until you’re both changed out of your patrol clothes and into normal, ordinary pyjamas.

He has you laid down in the passenger seat of his car, his foot pressing heavily on the gas the entire way to the hospital. He knows it’s just a fever, but you fainted. Something could be seriously wrong, and he can’t chance anything. Not with you.

—

You come to in the hospital, an IV in your arm. It takes a few blinks for you to take in your surroundings, but even then, it’s hard to keep your eyes open. Your throbbing headache does not mesh well with the fluorescent lights.

“Jason,” your voice is barely a whisper. “Did you take me to the hospital?”

“No shit,” he scoffs. “

You would laugh at his brazenness if you weren’t in so much pain. The scratchy cotton thread of the hospital blankets aren’t enough to keep you warm, and despite being covered in sweat, you’re shivering.

Jason sighs. “You’re an idiot, you know that? You could’ve just told me you were sick.”

“I-I—,” you can barely speak with how bad you’re shivering.

Jason’s heart hurts at the sight of you, and despite how frustrated he is with your antics, he climbs into the bed with you and lets you lay against his chest.

You relax into him, trying to sap his body heat. You know this can’t exactly be comfortable for him, especially considering you’re a million degrees, and it makes you appreciate it even more.

“You know, I thought about just tossing you in the harbour and calling it a day.”

You let out a weak laugh at that. “I’m sure you did.”

“Okay, maybe not,” he admits, “but if you ever do that to me again, you will be taking an impromptu swim.”

“As you wish, Jay.”

He kisses the top of your head, “get some rest, hm?”

You nod weakly, letting your body sag against his. Just as sleep begins to take you, you mumble, “I love you.”

Jason’s heart flutters at your words. “I love you too.”

Tim

Tim is such a hypocrite.

When he pushes himself to his absolute limit, staying up until he quite literally drops, it’s fine. But god forbid you try to push yourself even the slightest, or there’s hell to pay from your boyfriend.

“Tim, I’m fine,” you insist, narrowing glassy eyes on him.

He raises his eyebrows in annoyance. “You’re not fine, y/n. You’re burning up. You’re so congested you sound like a little kid. You need rest.”

“Rest, schmest. I’m coming with you.”

“Y/n, honey, love of my life…if you try to come with me, I will slip you Nyquil and you will take a nap.”

You maintain your glare. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I already have,” he shrugs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “How was the tea I brought you earlier?”

Your eyes shoot wide and you scramble to inspect the now empty Wayne Enterprises mug. There’s no indication that it looks or smells different from any other tea. You look up again, ready to mock laugh at your boyfriend, but he’s no longer there.

“Fucking Timothy,” you shake your head.

He’s been trying to force you to get bed rest all day, refusing to even let you come with him to the grocery store. Sure, you have a fever and you’re congested and your head really hurts, but that doesn’t mean you have to stay in bed.

You toss the blankets onto the other side of his bed and struggle your way out of it. The air outside of his bed is cold, forcing goosebumps onto your arms, but you don’t care. You tug on one of Tim’s sweatshirts and stumble your way downstairs.

He’s gone when you get down there, the only semblance of human life being Alfred sitting at the kitchen table. He’s reading a newspaper, seemingly deep in thought, yet the minute you step towards the front door, he speaks.

“If you are trying to follow Master Timothy, I would advise against that.”

“I-I wasn’t…how did you know?”

He smiles at you, “Master Timothy expected you would try to follow him, and asked that I make sure you rest.”

“Damn you, Tim.”

“I’ve prepared some water in the kettle and there are blankets on the couch if you’d like to watch a tv show with me?”

“That sounds great, thank you,” you sigh, giving up and trudging your way to the couch.

You settle in under a blanket, leaning your head against the couch cushion. Alfred comes in a few minutes later with two glasses of tea and a bottle of medicine.

You thank the man and take a few pills and the mug of tea, swallow down the pills and set the tea on the nightstand.

Alfred turns on the TV and starts to play one of his English soap operas. The sounds all blur together and you fade in and out of consciousness, every once and a while snapping back to reality when you hear the door unlock.

Of course, a million people seem to come and go from Wayne Mansion and your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Alfred has seemed to doze off as well, his eyes closed and head resting on the couch cushion behind him.

You stand up from the couch on shaky legs, discarding the blankets next to you. You feel dizzy and lightheaded as soon as you stand up but you persevere.

You’re not really sure where you’re going, all you know is that you want to see Tim and the first step is getting to the front door. You make it to the front entrance, and you’re only five feet from the door, but your whole body hurts so bad and you’re so tired and everything is so hot and cold.

You brace yourself on the wall, leaning your whole body weight on it. You blink a few times, trying to keep the black spots from spreading to your vision. Everything overheats, and your muscles start to weaken. Before you can take another step, your body is failing, and your vision is going black.

—

Tim comes home just in time to see you hit the floor. He drops his groceries onto the floor, not even closing the door behind him as he runs to your side.

“Y/n?” He presses a cold hand to your forehead, “y/n, wake up!”

He gently shakes your shoulders, willing you to wake up and be okay. His family all arrive at once, staring at the two of you on the floor.

“Why couldn’t you just stay in bed? Dummy.”

He slips his hands under your knees and arms, lifting you off the ground. Your skin is hot to the touch but you’re shivering, sweat rolling down your temples. He carries you back to his room, laying you down in the bed and covering you in blankets.

He knows rationally that you’ll be okay, that your body was just responding to the exertion you put it through today. But emotionally? He’s freaking out. He can’t help but wish he’d stayed home with you, taken care of you himself, laid in bed with you all day.

Tim tries to distract himself by bringing up water and medicine and a cold cloth for you, but it does little to calm his nerves. Every minute that it takes you to wake up, he only gets more and more anxious.

Finally, after almost two hours, your eyes flutter open. Your head is pounding and it’s hard to keep from falling back asleep, but you force yourself to stay awake.

“Tim?” You call out, your voice even raspier than before.

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he murmurs, getting up from his desk and kneeling at your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad,” you admit, tears threatening to spill. “Really bad.”

He hands you two pills and a glass of water. “Here, take these, okay?”

You struggle to swallow the pills and water but somehow manage. The pain in your body is enough to bring you to tears and you can only hope that the medicine will kick in soon.

Tim rubs your forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re burning up…”

“I—will you lay with me? I miss you…”

Tim can only oblige. You just look so cute and so vulnerable with your glassy eyes and clammy skin. He wouldn’t dare say no to you right now.

He kicks off his jeans and t-shirt, trading them for a pair of sweatpants before settling in next to you. He can feel your body heat even though he’s not touching you, and even though he wants to hold you, he’s not sure if he should.

“Are you hot or cold?” He asks.

“Cold.”

That’s all the answer he needs before he tugs you into his chest, holding your body gently to his. He places a small kiss on your forehead and makes a silent vow not to leave your side until you feel better.

Wally

“Are you sure you should be going on this mission?” Wally looks at you seriously.

“Yes. Why are you even asking?”

He presses a hand to your skin, recoiling when he feels how hot you are. “Jesus, you’re hot.”

“Well, hello to you too.” You roll your eyes.

“Y/n, you don’t look too good. I don’t think you should be coming along,” he looks at you with genuine concern. “You’re running real hot and that’s coming from me.”

“Wally, if I don’t come along, the whole mission is screwed.”

“I know, I know. You’re so stubborn,” he sighs. “Come along but the minute you start to feel worse, you tell me, alright?”

“Alright.”

He flashes you his signature grin, planting a kiss to your nose. He squeezes your shoulders once, before giving you a half assed salute and taking off at the speed of light.

You smile after him, but your smile fades once he’s out of sight. Your head is spinning and your whole body feels like it’s on fire. With the way your muscles are aching, you’re not sure if you’ll even be able to finish the mission.

Still, you have to try.

————

Going on this mission was a mistake.

It feels like every floor of the sinister science institute is filled with more and more baddies, tougher ones too. You were beat after the first floor, but now that you’re on the fifth, with three more to go, you’re not even sure if you’ll make it.

You can hear Wally up ahead, zooming back and forth and taking out any baddies in his way. You know he’s partly doing this for you—trying to clear the floor and make things easier on you. He’d asked you one more time before you entered the facility if you were feeling up to it, and after you insisted you were, he didn’t bother to argue.

You almost wish he did, though. Your head is spinning, everything hurts and everything is so hot and sweaty. You try to force yourself to stay awake, but even you know your movements are slow and sluggish and you’re a danger to all of your teammates.

Nightwing is somewhere behind you, insisting there’s an air duct he can sneak through to get to the main lab before they evacuate. A part of you wishes you’d gone with him. At least then you wouldn’t be stuck leaning against a wall, desperately trying to get your bearings.

You force yourself onto your feet, stumbling down the hall after Wally. You only make it a few steps before your muscles turn to jello and the black spots crowd your version.

You go limp, your mind retreating far, far away.

Wally turns around just in time to see you go limp, and he’s speeding down the hallway and catching you within a fraction of a second. He doesn’t give you the chance to hit the ground, his arms already under your knees and shoulders, ready to carry you to safety.

Your skin is hot to the touch, hotter than it was earlier. He shakes his head at you. He knew this was gonna happen. He knew you would push yourself too hard and end up getting yourself hurt.

He gets you out of the building and into the jet you and some of the other Titans had taken to get there. He hates the thought of leaving you there, but he knows you would never forgive him if he abandoned the team now.

Still, he only gets more and more anxious the longer the mission takes. The second Dick secures the samples he was looking for, Wally is taking off. He’s got you in his arms, speeding back towards your shared apartment.

He’s got you home in a matter of seconds, changing you into a pair of his boxers and one of his old t-shirts. He tucks your boiling body into bed, covering you with blankets up to your waist.

He doesn’t really know how to take care of someone when they're sick. Whenever he was sick as a kid, he would always just eat ice cream and play video games. That, or he would sneak out and go hang out with Dick or Connor.

But he knows you need more than ice cream and video games right now.

He decides on grabbing you water and digging through your cabinets to find any medicine that could possibly help. He tries to remember what his mom did for him when he was young, and all he can think of is a cold cloth on his forehead. Still, that’s better than leaving you there to boil to death.

He lays the cloth gently on your forehead, leaving your water and medicine on the nightstand for when you wake up.

He changes out of his suit, opting for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Of course, you’re wearing his favorite t-shirt, but this one will have to do. He settles into the bed next to you, turning on the tv. He tries to keep the volume and the brightness low.

After what seems like forever, you start to stir. Everything is too bright and hot when you open your eyes, and it has you squirming and crying. Wally is grabbing your hand as soon as you wake up, using his other hand to press the cold cloth into your forehead.

“Shhh, babe, it’s okay.”

You clench your eyes shut and shake your head. “E-everything hurts so bad!”

He reaches across you for the water and the medicine, holding the glass up to your lips so you can take a sip before popping the pills into your mouth. You gladly swallow them, relaxing slightly at the taste of water. Wally sets the glass on the nightstand, resting his hands on your thighs.

“I’m sorry for pushing myself so hard…I’m sorry that you had to clean up after me.”

“Aw baby,” he grins at you, but it’s not as wide and carefree as it usually is. “You know how much I love rescuing damsels in distress.”

Classic Wally, trying to make you laugh even when you feel like you’re on your deathbed. He rubs your thighs gently up and down, trying to soothe you.

“Did the mission at least go okay?”

He kisses you gently, “don’t you worry your pretty little head about the mission, okay?”

He goes to pull away but you weakly wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him to you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you tightly.

“It’s okay baby,” he whispers. “Everything is gonna be okay. I love you so much.”

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd #tim drake x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake #wally west #wally west x reader #wally west x you #batfam x you #batboys #jason todd hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort

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pocket-watcher · 6 months ago

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“Well I need someone to test it.”

Having a best friend who ran a potion shop was not the advantage you’d originally thought it was.

Some friends asked you to move furniture, others asked you to stand guard whilst you performed summoning rituals…

And some asked you to blindly try their newest potion without telling you what the potion was even supposed to do.

“No. No way in hell, Julia. Get your apprentice to do it.”

“He’s out collecting ingredients and who knows when he’ll be back. Come on, just a little taste! Mmmm… yummy!”

“And you talking to me like a child is supposed to entice me? I said no.”

The cauldron bubbled away. It was a sickly pink. You felt yourself sweating just looking at it.

“…free health potions and invisibility potions. For a month.” She cocked her head confidently.

“…fine.” You snatched the ladle from her and took a sip, trying to ignore the devious smile on her face.

“Lovely! Now let’s sit you down here.” She tipped an hour class. “It shouldn’t take too long to kick in.

“Why can’t you just tell me what’s supposed to happen?”

“Because we need to make sure it works and you’re not being influence by how you think you’re supposed to feel.”

“Uh… okay.” You twiddled your thumbs for a few minutes. At one point you’d thought you felt too hot but then it turns out that was just you panicking for a moment. It soon passed.

“You really don’t feel anything at all?” She’d asked. Julia had poked and prodded but, nope, you felt as… well, not normal. You never really felt normal. But you’d felt nothing out of the ordinary for yourself yet.

“Sorry, Jules, nothing.”

She grabbed either side of your face and pulled you close to her. You turned red.

“Really? No urge to… do anything right now?”

You thought about it. Julia was attractive, sure. And the sudden closeness did stir something within you. But she was your best friend, so, no. You weren’t about to throw that away on a stupid comment.

“Uh, nope?”

“Kiss me.”

You jumped back.

“W-What?!” You spluttered. “Why would I do that!”

“Because I fed you a love potion! You’re supposed to be head over heels for someone by now…”

Love potion?! Oh no… but, you didn’t feel anything did you? At least, no more than normal…

“You fed me a love potion. God, you’re so fucking lucky that it didn’t wo-“

The bell rang lightly as the door opened.

Shit.

In walked Julia’s assistant. What was his name again? Who cared, to be honest. His bouncing black curls and his sparking eyes and his-

Focus.

Was it hot in here? I felt my arousal growing already.

“Sorry it took me so long!” He laughed, placing down his shopping bags. “I got sidetracked.”

His voice melted into my mind. Why should he apologise to us? He did nothing wrong.

“Oh, hi there! Mind giving me a hand with these?”

Julia dismissively waved her hand. The bitch. “That’s what I pay you for. Leave him, he can do it himself.”

But. I couldn’t. I felt like he could ask anything of me and I would do it. I had to do it.

I scooped up a bag from him. I felt the pleasure of obedience filling my whole body.

“O-oh, thanks!” His smile beamed into me and it was like he was the only thing I could see.

Julia looked between myself and him. A lightbulb went off in her head.

“Ah… I see. How are you feeling now?” She grabbed her quill ready to take notes.

“I feel great.”

It was the truth. How could I not feel great when he looked at me like that. When he was about to give me another order.

“…Are you two testing potions?” He asked, putting down the bag. He gestured for me to hand mine to him. I eagerly obliged. His fingers brushed against mine as I did so.

“Yes we are.” Julia smiled wickedly. “Oh, what’s that? You want a kiss?”

He choked slightly, trying to play it off as a cough. “W-what? A kiss? What are you- oh no…“

But it was too late. I was already kissing him.

The contact made me drunk. Dizzy. I needed more more more-

My hands found their way to pulling him closer. Deeper.

His squeaks of surprise were delicious. His moans even more so.

“Well, I’ve got all my notes. Come find me when this wears off, okay?”

By the time Julia closed the door behind her I was already on top of him.

#always happy to help a friend try out hypnotic mind altering potions #hypnok1nk #hypnosis #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #watcher writes #watcher’s stories #love potion

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lowkeyrobin · 8 months ago

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Think you could write about quacks and his s/o bonding over qsmp? Like they start as friends and then as their characters bond they realize not only the avatars are catching feelings but themselves too? So when qsmp meets up irl it’s all tense because of their obvious crush

ooooo yes of course!! ; thank you for the req !! ; present/future robin here I failed the mission I got totally sidetracked w this I'm so sorry LMFAO

QUACKITY ; platonic romantic partners

summary ; you and Alex meet on the QSMP and develop weird feelings just before the Brazil meetup

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.2k

masterlist

You'd been invited to the QSMP a few months ago, joining with Tubbo, Niki, and some other content creators you didn't know. You were a fairly small streamer, having a few thousand Twitch followers and a couple hundred subs.

Quackity decided to allow you on the server because some of the eggs were begging him to add you because Charlie Slimecicle had made you canon in lore. They wanted to meet the God by the name of Y/n terribly, so he sighed and reached out to you asap. He'd been planning the prison lore and had been working hard, and did a lot of research on you.

You'd been friends with Tubbo and Niki for a long while, and streamed with them here and now. You often did trio streams on Minecraft or did method acting streams for the laughs. Once they heard Alex might let you in to the SMP with them, they were jumping with joy.

But, thankfully, you were allowed in.

You'd started working on a weird star-crossed lovers / slowburn romance storyline with Alex, corny and cheesey, but thankfully contrasting to many of the other romance storylines on the SMP so far.

As your character arcs grew and progressed, so did you as people. You both began to realize that there was very undeniable romantic tension in the room and at the perfect timing, considering the Brazil meetup was right around the corner. You noticed not long after both Niki and Tubbo called you out on the "symptoms of loving Quackity" that Twitter and Tumblr had created the y/s/n tag. You were opened to a whole new world of fanfiction and fanart, which was no doubt adorable.

But, again, that meetup was right around the corner. You couldn't wait to meet your new friends, yes, but you were scared and worried that you'd make everything awkward with Alex. But, hopefully, it'd be a fun ride meeting up with your platonic boyfriend for the first time, and you'd make some amazing memories with all these people you'd met on the way here.

Quackity posted a tweet!

You quickly click on the notification, revealing the post already gathering hundreds of likes.

"Meeting my partner in Brazil soon ❤️"

You smile, quickly typing a response.

"what partner? 🤨🤨🤨"

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You wrap Quackity in a tight, warm hug, both of you bouncing off the walls at the mere sight of each other.

"Hi, platonic partner!" He giggles, jumping up and down as you two bounce in circles.

"Hi, platonic boyfriend!"

After that, the meetup was totally awkward. You both were obviously crushing on each other, but in an oh-so-typical fashion, didn't realize the others' feelings.

Tubbo stares down at you, trying to either catch your attention or intimidate you as you sit on the couch with Jaiden and Niki. You look up, seeing the brunette boy staring into your soul.

"Hello, Tubbo"

"Y/n. Go flirt with Quackity. I'm delivering a message"

"What?" You blink, glancing over at Alex standing with Roier, Cellbit, Etoiles, Foolish, and Tina across the room. "Why?"

"Because you've both been very awkward this whole time and it's obvious there's lingering sexual tension and it's annoying everyone that he won't make a move so I'm trying to get you to do so" He quickly speaks, hands heald behind his back.

You slowly look over at Niki and Jaiden, looking to you with wide smiles, like they were begging you to do it. You roll your eyes and groan, standing up with the help of Tubbo's outstretched hand, accepting the challenge.

"Hell am I even saying to him?" You question, running a hand through your hair due to the nerves.

"Ask him out." The three speak in unision.

"Oh, yeah, it's as easy as that," You sarcastically remarks.

You catch his gaze across the room, his sunglasses resting on top of his hat. You lightly wave with an awkward smile, which he sends right back, a little bit of red dusting his face. You feel your face warm up as you quickly look away, staring daggers into Tubbo's eyes.

"Nevermind, pal" You speak, sitting your ass right back down as you were to embarrassed after that interaction.

"Shit!"

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The following day, you were out on a walk near the beach with Alex, Cellbit, Tina, Niki, and Roier. Tina and Roier were picking up damn near any seashell they could find, hosting a contest of who could find the better shells for Cellbit. Both of them were basically racing down the sand, yards ahead of the rest of you.

Niki and Cellbit chatter with Quackity about God knows what. Meanwhile, you were taking pictures of them and the beautiful scenery around you. You select about four or five to post to your Instagram, and title it 'platonic boyfriend made it awkward /hj. I don't wanna leave this beautiful place'. You click post and go to the QSMP Brazil Meetup Discord, and send the pictures to the photos channel for anyone in the pictures who wanted to save them.

You put your phone away for a while, drifting behind the trio as you slow your pace, having found a crab and wanting to look for some buried shells in the sand. You feel your phone buzz a few times, either being Instagram or Discord notifications. You ignore it, wanting to soak in the fresh, salty ocean air and the feeling of sand sticking to your hands and falling into the crevices of your shoes and socks.

While you catch up to the others about a football field away at this point, you take your phone out, wanting to check what those buzzes were. Instagram, not so surprisingly. But what was surprising was them being comments from Quackity.

'what if I didn't want you to only be my platonic partner 🤨 what then???'

'y/n please catch up to us they're bullying me now'

You read Niki and Roier's replies, smiling as you do so.

'y/n/n he's crying because he wants to be with you so bad'

'make the suffering end already, y/n'

You shove your phone back in your pocket and begin to jog down the shoreline, attempting to catch up to the five as the sun begins to slowly set over the water.

Once you reach them, you notice Alex's clammy hands on your shoulders and how fast he was speaking, cheeks red as ever. The other four stand off to the side, not directly watching but definitely listening as they look over the shells that Roier and Tina had gathered.

"Y/n I am so hopelessly in love with you and I wanna be your romantic boyfriend, not just your platonic boyfriend, because it's been driving me crazy for months. And everyone keeps telling me you feel the same way, so if I did this for nothing I might actually cry"

"You literally just asked me out on a beach, I don't even know if I'm dreaming-"

Quackity cuts you off by lightly pinching you. "You're awake! Sorry, fuck. I'm just, shit, if you need time, it's fine. This is just really embarrassing"

"How do you think I feel?" You joke, lightly smiling.

"You're a dick" He laughs

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"I changed my Instagram bio to 'quackitys platonic romantic partner"

"Wait, hold on, lemme match yours!"

"Wow, stealing my heart, and now my ideas?"

"Shut up!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackityhq x reader #mcyt x gn reader #they/them reader

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lexirosewrites · 3 months ago

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Okay, Slick Sunday ask!

This is going to be formulated as I write, so forgive me if it doesn't make sense.

So, I was recently reading a fic from another fandom where the main plot is that cultural differences make a huge misunderstanding (Canadian guy moves to Japan (ify,yk) and feels shocked when one of his classmates is wearing a collar, which is a sign of an Omega being mated, but context clues tell you is bc the Omega has a situation™ not bc of mating, but anyway).

And I was thinking what if the misunderstanding was in fact what was going on (omega guy (a 17y/o) being in a weird toxic relationship with two 30y/o's) but then my brain told me to make it Steddie (otherwise I wouldn't be here, lmao)

OKAY, sorry for the long rant, the ACTUAL idea before I got sidetracked.

Eddie is living his life, living with his uncle in their shitty trailer, having the worst reputation a guy can have in highschool, being a super senior, all the good stuff. His only saving grace is that he somehow presented as an Alpha.

Eventually he manages to graduate and leaves Hawkins to make an attempt of a career in a big city (I'm not American I have no idea where he would go, help), eventually he gets contacted to be informed that his father was convicted with theft and abduction.

This, of course, strikes Eddie as odd, since his father is clearly a thief, but the kind of person who would take someone's freedom.

So Eddie decides to visit his father, for the first time in like, a decade, to figure out what's going on.

Enter Steve Harrington, old King of the Hawkins high hierarchy until he presented as an Omega and lost everything, only to disappear the year he graduated.

Turns out, Steve was actually there by his own will after Al Munson promised him love if they had sex, maybe even mating, and Steve was so starved for any sort of affection he actually did go with it, and the only reason got said charges was because Steve's parents, annoyed that Steve had ruined their plans to sell him off did their best to get rid of the man in question (once they found out, cuz that took a while).

So they meet each other while visiting Al at the same time, and once Eddie learns that Al's imprisonment has rendered Steve practically homeless (or he could return with his parents, which, as Steve himself put it "would rather live on the street until some non-descript loser playing serial killer murdered me than going back there") so Eddie offers to house him until he can stand on his own feet.

The Omega instantly feels enamoured by that simple act of kindness and accepts, so they start living together and eventually develop feelings, but Eddie resists dating the beautiful Omega until steve can become his own person without actually needing him.

And of course eventually they mate and have pups and Steve is a very happy stay at home mom while Eddie has success in whichever career he ends up in.

eddie picking up the broken pieces of steve that his own father left behind because al is a piece of shit who preyed on a young and desperate omega who just wanted to be loved😭💕

#slick sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #steve x eddie #omegaverse #a/b/o #my asks #mpreg #cw mpreg #tw mpreg

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julieunbroken · 3 months ago

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"It's Freaky Friday" - Kafka x Reader PT. 1

♡⌒*:ﾟContent: sub fem!reader, choking, oral, degrading/praising, teasing, oral sex (reader receiving) ♡⌒*:ﾟProofread this time, hopefully I didn't miss any grammar or spelling errors

Recently you've been recruited to be apart of the Stellaron hunters and was nervous about it, but quickly adjusted to what you had to do. You got to develop more of a relationship with the other members and liked what you were doing. However, Kafka has taken a liking towards you... a very huge liking, but wasn't too open about it. Kafka could read you like a book, and she knew you were soft and submissive but didn't want to show it. After a long stressful day, you wanted to relax and have some alone time from all your worries, so you go to sit outside but then you remember you have other work to catch up on. You think to yourself that this is going to be impossible to get done, you get up and immediately rush to continue but you bump into Kafka on the way. "Oh my god! I'm so s-sorry...." you say, stuttering on your words. "Oh? I've seen you around before." She gets up and wipes the dust off her clothes. "R-really? You have?" You look incredibly flustered and your eyes seem to draw towards her cleavage. "Oh? I know what you're staring at by the way. I know I know, I have big boobs but that's not the main focus of this conversation, is it?" "Cmon, I'll take you somewhere else so we don't get too sidetracked... you don't mind that right?" You seem a bit skeptical of her asking to go somewhere private, but end up caving in by her lust. "O-okay then..." You get interrupted by her as she grips onto your hand with no explanation, taking you somewhere that you don't know of. You start to think whether saying yes was a good idea but you'd be proven wrong. She takes you to a hidden room and locks the door without your knowledge. "Where are we?" You stand there, confused. Kafka stands behind you and starts grabbing your breasts. "I know you want me." She whispers in your ear. "W-what!?" You stand there all flustered, but you can't help to enjoy it. She grabs your throat with her thin, soft hands slightly choking you. "Be a good girl for mommy" "I know you want it." You take in the pleasure and can't help to let about a few whimpers. Because of how loud you were getting she chokes you harder to shut you up. "I said be a good girl you fucking mutt. What a whore, you can't even listen to something simple." She stops choking you and pulls down your pants licking your clitoris. "Ahh~ I can't hold in my m-moans..." you start whimpering and grab Kafka's hair while pushing her face into your clit. You continue to moan as she starts licking faster. After a while, she gets her face out of your clit and looks up at you. "I can tell you're really liking what I'm doing...." She gently caresses your thighs. "I do.... mommy" you say under your breath, nervous on what Kafka might do next. "What if I just...." she gently slides her fingers up your clit and moves her fingers and back forth so you can feel the pleasure. "Oh! I guess this is gonna work~ I already have you letting out your cute noises. You little slut." she whispers in your ear, moving her fingers faster. You begin to let out all the noises you tried to keep in but couldn't help it, continuing to take in the pleasure... NOTE: Hello guys! I've been less active sadly and I wish i had more motivation to write, but I'm trying my best :), I plan to get out pt. 2 before I start school so don't worry

#hsr smut #hsr x female reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr kafka #kafka honkai star rail #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #kafka x you #kafka x y/n #kafka x reader #kafka x female reader #smut #ns/fw #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail smut #honkai kafka #wlw ns/fw #wlw

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faulty-writes · 1 year ago

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Hihi! A little borb told me you were open for requests :D Can I request headcannons of Iida and Kirishima with an s/o with huge antlers and their everyday stuggles like ducking so their horns wont hit the doorframe, trying to clean places they can't reach and randomly puts stuff on their horns that shouldn't be there-

Also P.S. i'm one of ur older followers :))))) I still remember u and your iida works baby gorl-

[ Hello, Hello! Thank you for being a follower! I appreciate the support! Ironically this request makes me think of Beastars. The manga was pretty good, but the ending to it sucked. Anywho, this request sounds adorable. I actually got sidetracked with Eijirou gifs when I was making his banner, he's just too damn cute! ]

Life was difficult for you because of your huge antlers. Frankly, you never thought anyone would want to befriend you, let alone be romantically involved with you. Tenya, however, saw your antlers as unique and whenever you found yourself in trouble because of them, he was always there to help.

"Um, sorry I didn't, hold on!" you groaned in embarrassment when one of your antlers became entangled in a string of garland outside Class A's door. "Please allow me to assist!" Tenya pleaded, naturally he treated you with more protection than others.

When Tenya found you stuck beneath the desk in his room, he said, "May I inquire as to what happened?" You groaned out of embarrassment. "I was just trying to clean your room for you!" He smiled and kneeled in front of you. "You do not have to do such things to show your appreciation. I admire and adore you regardless," he said before helping you get unstuck.

"May I ask what is on your antlers?" You knit your eyebrows, "Huh?" As you reached up, you felt one of the many plastic circles hanging from your antler spikes. "Oh, Bakugou likes throwing things at my antlers occasionally," you replied shrugging, but Tenya crossed his arms clearly annoyed. "I believe I will have to speak to him. This is not amusing nor appropriate behavior to engage in during class." Of course, he wouldn't stand for anyone bullying the one he loved.

"There we are," he stated, having finished wrapping medical tape around your head. He knew your antlers shed every year, and that it was a bloody scene when they did. Naturally, he provided you with minor first-aid assistance. "Are you well?" he asked with loving concern. You frowned in response and carefully rested your head on his shoulder. It was uncomfortable not to have your antlers and during the months it took for them to grow back, you sought physical comfort from Tenya which he welcomed.

"Perhaps we should try an alternative method," Tenya stated when he noticed you struggling to lie down on the grass like your classmates. "Lie on your back and place your head on my lap," he instructed, and though you were a little embarrassed since he had rules about public affection you did as he said and gasped when you could finally see the sky and the clouds that passed by. Tenya smiled, enjoying the sight of your happiness and childlike wonder.

You'd always remember the question, "How on earth did you two get stuck like that?" when you met Eijirou for the first time during a training exercise. Due to his skin-hardening quirk, your antlers got caught, so you were stuck together, but you also remember how he made you laugh to ease your embarrassment.

"Uh, babe what do you have on your-" he paused when he realized bright festive string lights were wrapped around your antlers. "Is it a holiday?" Kaminari asked in confusion, and you shrugged. "No, I just wanted to do something different," you replied, walking past him and Eijirou to your seat. "What does that mean?" Kaminari asked, turning to the redhead who shrugged. "That's just my adorable antler babe for you!" He replied with a toothy grin.

"See now you have your own horns, just like me!" he announced, poking one of the hair spikes on his head. Your antlers had just shed as they do every year, and as usual, you were miserable until they regrew a few months later. Eijirou would always comfort you during this time. Although your hair was sticky from all the gel, you couldn't help but appreciate his efforts.

"Yeah, we did it, babe!" Eijirou screamed, standing among the debris of the wall you had just busted through. While he used his quirk, you used your antlers. He turned, ready to give you a high five when he gasped, noticing one of your antler points had broken in half. Naturally, he tried to help and ripped off a piece of his costume to wrap around the broken part of your antler. "There you go! You're still beautiful babe!"

"Whoa, watch out!" he said, placing his hand on the back of your head to guide you to duck when you entered the room. "Oh um...thanks?" you said, assuming it was the hero in him trying to help. "Well, it wouldn't be very manly if I wasn't looking out for my number one babe!" he replied, but you knew he tended to worry whenever he saw you hit something with your antlers even more so when they happened to get stuck on something.

If there was one thing, he loved doing it was kissing you. This was especially true when the two of you were in his room and he was lying on the bed with you sitting next to him. "Hey babe," he said, catching you off guard when you turned, which gave him the chance to pull you down by your antlers and into a much-needed kiss.

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peachiibon · 6 months ago

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I think white pearl cookie didnt realize the gift she was given before it was too late. she was given the gift of the sea. not the weather or the waves or the seaweed, but the sea.

sea fairy spoke directly to white pearl. crimson coral cookie says that this was "unheard of." already signifying the sea's bias toward white pearl. (besides the blatant "little moon" comment)

I think the reason white pearl didn't feel anything after the sea foam rite was because shes already been exposed to the bias of the almighty sea. we see later in the story that sea fairy specifically watches over white pearl, and even comes to her aid when she asks for it. it makes me wonder if sea fairy has always watched over white pearl cookie. maybe shes the one that brought the current that carried frilled jellyfish to white pearl.

I furthermore think the reason white pearl only feels the power once embracing the sea fairy tear, is because shes connecting to the source of her power.

and there are more instances where her power is showcased. she hears lord oyster's voice, despite him having crashed most likely nowhere near tearcrown. if this was a power everyone else had, surely her sisters would've told her to stay back?

by taking white pearl cookie's hand, lord oyster no longer feels soggy, and he can breathe again. it seems white pearl knows this power of hers, despite having never been with a land cookie before. perhaps it's just something all gem mermaids can do, but I feel like this is a special gift from white pearl. the fact her Tear gem also grants this power also proves to me that this is something unique to white pearl.

white pearl even says "its the sea, watching over us." maybe it's just me but this is such a specific thing to say. sure, the gem mermaids worship the sea and believe that it is always watching over them, but in this moment? it feels like white pearl cookie just doesnt realize that, actually, this is just her gift.

another thing: when white pearl cookie goes to the sea fairy tear after the sea foam rite, the sea says "Your power can only shine where there is no light." AND DURING THE ECLIPSE ALL OF THE GEM MERMAIDS HAVE THEIR POWERS WEAKENED. BUT WHITE PEARL COOKIE LITERALLY COMMANDS A WAVE TO TAKE LORD OYSTER AWAY AND STILL SPEAKS WITH THE MOON. SHE SHINES METAPHORICALLY DURING AN ECLIPSE, BECAUSE SHES THE ONKY ONE WHOSE POWERS DONT WEAKEN!!!!! and the reason she doesnt shine as bright not during an eclipse is because she thinks shes powerless!! and her sisters are the one that shine!! not her!!

after the gem mermaids chase away the abalone crew for the second time, white pearl literally TALKS TO THE SEA AND SHARES A MOMENT OF YEARNING WITH IT. ARE YOU KIDDING??!?! CRIMSON CORAL COOKIE SAID THE SEA SPEAKING WAS UNHEARD OF!! AND WHITE PEARL COOKIE IS DOING IT CONSISTENTLY!!!!!! WHAT!!!

during the eclipse we're told that the sea fairy tear is noticeably "unstable." but white pearl cookie has no trouble connecting with it once again.

and when she confronts lord oyster, she commands the waves to sweep him away. while her sister, gold citrine cookie, is able to control the waves, white pearl cookie commands them. she speaks to them. and they listen.

when all hope is lost, when white pearl has nothing else, she calls to the sea for help. the almighty sea says "Little Moon's prayers and tears..." and this is actually crazy because you're telling me she wasnt listening to the other mermaids? I'm sure that the other merfolk were begging the sea to stop this attack, but only when white pearl cookie calls out does sea fairy listen. AND THEN SHE TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO GO TO THE MOON SHE LOVES SO DEARLY. GOD GOD GOD AND THE ANIMATION IS SO GOREGOUS I LOVE SEA FAIRY SO SO MUCH . sorry got sidetracked.

anyway after sea fairy creates the tower of frozen waves, white pearl cookie cant help but cry. "this is the love of the sea" she says. she witnesses this beautiful moment and empathizes with the sea itself.

she goes to the sea fairy tear one last time. her heart is being tormented with all of the tragedy that has struck. she calls upon it once more. she remembers what sea fairy said. "you will shine when there is no moonlight." and white pearl remarks how her heart is just as somber as the eclipsed sea. maybe now, she can finally realize her strength, and use it to save her sister, to save her home. she begs the sea. "just a little more" she says. the power is surging and white pearl cookie—

then theres a torpedo. it crashes into the chamber. and white pearl cookie, already full of so much hate and despair and heartbreak, snaps. disgusting, she calls the two-legged beasts that ruined her home she is filled with hatred and wrath. and while the sea can be serene and calm, it can also be unpredictable and violent; non discriminatory in its path of destruction.

the music that plays when black pearl cookie emerges is somber. it is sinister, but it still reminds you that this is a tragedy. the sea's little moon has been corrupted, damaged beyond repair. shes already seen the dark side of the moon, and she cannot go back to the naive mermaid she once was.

she commands the sea once more: "Waves, carve that ship in half and swallow up the Cookies at once!" and the sea obeys.

my interpretation of what happened to white pearl cookie is that she let her emotions of hatred and anger consume her while she was connected to the sea. and the sea responded by giving her what she wanted: the strength to destroy all of the ships attacking her home. she grows in size, her new form fully representing the power she wields.

in conclusion: white pearl cookie had the powers she dreamed of. she just couldn't realize it. and before she could, she was forced into a war that made her forsake all hope. she remarks that her head hurts whenever she thinks about her past.

I think that if white pearl cookie hadn't been so, so damaged by the time she went to the sea fairy tear for the final time, she wouldve fully realized her powers. but that's not what happened.

#im really insane about this game and about black pearl. like shes so perfect and might be in my top 5.#sorry if this all over the place i was skimming thorough the story as i typed so it all follows in order of events but i suck at transitions #need to become “that one black pearl artist”#cookie run kingdom #crk #black pearl cookie #white pearl cookie #sea fairy cookie

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beauleifu · 2 years ago

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HELLO GOOD MORNING 👁〰️👁 HOW ARE YOU?? I literally just woke up HEHDHS MERRY HOLIDAYS FREN

Let’s hope that my request is readable since my brain be mushed💦 Could we get a S/O who’s very flirty and tries to win Mayor’s heart during a mission while he acts oblivious at their attempts to swoon him, he finds them charming for what they do c:

YES CHIMEMORI THIS ASK IS BRILLIANT

oml i never thought i'd be into an idea more, guys guys this was so much fun to write, like PRETENDING TO BE A COUPLE SHIT, anyways, hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's late lmao, hardest part was figuring out what the mission should entail <3 :))

p.s. dont come for me, this is purely fictional and even though I did a tiny bit of research, i know little of dishes served in fancy Chinese restaurants and even less about their signature architecture style, i'm just going off my imagination

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You're in love. The problem? You're terrible at it. To make matters worse, the charmer you've fallen for is oblivious to your flirtatious antics (or is he??). Thankfully, all's well that ends well especially when Lady Bone Demon assigns you two together, on a mission. Matchmakers really do play dirty.

CW: None, Mayor doesn't even tolerate foul language (you learned the hard way)

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"Go."

Those were the last words Lady Bone Demon said to both you and her henchman before vanishing in a cloud of blue smoke.

It never bothered you, the missions she'd send you on.

You're working for her; it's not like you can complain about something you signed up for. Externally, you follow orders to a T, because if you're not useful then she'll be rid of you. And that is simply not an option, because if you're not at her side then you're not at his.

The Mayor.

The idiot who wormed his way into your cold heart of fire and ice.

And you don't even know his real name.

You've resorted to nicknames, to which he doesn't mind (you'll get extra creative behind doors, alone), but you're really dying to know his birthname. Perhaps with a bit more time, he'll open up.

Right now, you're standing in the mirror, as you have been for the past two minutes. Just staring. Nothing wrong with that.

Unless you were making sure you look perfect for . . . someone.

That's hypothetical, of course.

An idiot in denial looks back at you in the reflection, nervous and tense with anticipation of what's to come.

With a huff, you will yourself not to screw this one up and grasp the doorknob to your bedroom. Your spacious, beautiful bedroom, carved from stone and bone and ice long, long ago. The Mayor had given you a tour of the place once, having been eager to relay to you the wonderful history of this underground fortress. A buried landscape of beauty.

Oh dear, you're getting sidetracked.

Focus, (Y/N).

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"Soooo. I guess Lady Bone Demon put us together, huh? Wonder what she's got in store for us."

Well, that was an awkward start.

Lucky for you, it's dark outside and the lack of light is sufficient enough to hide the embarrassment clear on your face. Your partner keeps on strolling down the abandoned alleyway, hands folded neatly behind his back and that familiar, lazy smile on his face.

"Did she not enclose the details to you?" The Mayor asks, turning to you.

Shrugging, you vault over a few storage crates. "Not really."

As you slow to a walk beside him, the two of you round the corner into a more open sidewalk, exhibiting a nice view of the Megapolis Bank.

Briefly, you hypothesize that this is your destination, when the Mayor clears his throat, a sure sign he's about to elaborate.

"My Lady needs another soul to absorb, and conveniently for us, there lies within Megapolis a demon powerful enough to sustain her for the time being," the Mayor hums, blank white eyes flicking to the sky. He's always on constant alert, and yet he always seems so relaxed and chipper. "We are to retrieve the asset and deliver him for proper sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?"

He flashes you a wry smile. "He is an energy source, my dear. Otherwise, my mistress will surely fail to fulfill her destiny, being as weak as she is."

A frown lights your features. Lady Bone Demon doesn't look weak.

You chalk it up to demons being superb at hiding their true selves. Half the time you can't even dissect the Mayor's intentions, even if it's a simple trip to the men's room and he'd told you he'd be unavailable for a few minutes.

In the end, you smile. "As long as there's a reward for delivering an innocent person to her."

"Reward?" The Mayor repeats, blinking. "That being fulfilling our destiny; to serve her. Were you hoping for something else?"

Oh, there's no reward.

You stare incredulously at your partner, about to backtrack, when he suddenly chuckles in amusement. Your eyes widen (see? See? The Mayor is incredibly hard to read), jaw slackening as you realize.

"You're joking. There is a reward!"

"Perhaps! Would you consider the next few days off prize enough?"

You're grinning, now, tailing alongside the Mayor like a joyful puppy. His eyes are twinkling at your antics. "A few days?? Are you kidding? That goes way beyond my expectations."

It's true. Lady Bone Demon hardly ever rewards you for completing your missions. The most time she's given you off is eight hours, and even then you'd treated those moments like gold, savoring it up until you were summoned once more.

This missions suddenly feels extremely important.

Maybe that's why LBD offered this specific reward; to entice you to go against your morals. Then again, where were your morals when you served someone like her?

"I see you're properly motivated," the Mayor says, eyes fixed on you.

You wink, attempting a flirt. "This'll be a piece of cake. And hey, maybe we can spend our days off together."

He pauses, seeming to actually consider this.

"I wouldn't refuse a game of chess."

"No, I meant- oh, nevermind," you say with a little, awkward laugh. Sighing wistfully, you clear your throat and glance sideways. "So! Are we almost there? Where are we going, anyways? The bank?"

The Mayor falls quiet as the two of you pass a few strangers. "A restaurant," the Mayor answers, when the people turn a corner. He flexes his fingers. "The demon is the owner. An intelligent move on his part, for there is no risk of encountering people like us. Unless, of course, we booked reservations for first-class service."

He's smiling mysteriously, now. You could almost call it mischievous.

You're getting near it now. The details of this mission.

"This must be a very fancy restaurant, then."

"The finest in the city," the Mayor agrees, turning a corner. Then, he stops all together, enticing you to halt as well. "We must dress and act the part if we are to get close to the target. Be polite, don't refuse the wine selection."

You nod, mentally prepping yourself for the mission. Then, your eyes trail up, realizing exactly why your partner had stopped.

The restaurant is huge, glittering, and loud.

Five, gold stars are positioned just beneath the restaurant's trademark name, The Dragon Dynasty. A thick trail of people waiting in line flow out of the building and to the left, vanishing down the sidewalk. A similar line stretching to the right is much smaller, but greeted at the door by two hulking men dressed in tight black suits, wearing sunglasses and deep frowns. The token bodyguards you'd see in everyday action movies.

The breath is stolen from you. Slowly, you glance down at your own attire, feeling suddenly very underdressed and very stupid.

"We can't go in there. Not like this!" You gasp.

Your partner smiles knowingly. "My lady is completely prepared for this, my dear. She was the sole one responsible for booking reservations months in advance, you know."

"I know that. But it's not like she can magically manifest a-"

You cut yourself off.

For some reason, your skin begins to tingle. Eyes wide with shock and awe, you glance down at the Mayor's own attire, watching it shift and transform into something more fit for the occasion. A lovely, handsome black tuxedo with a long tail and a white bow. His undershirt ghosted from light blue to white in mere moments, the black sleeves of his tux slipping upwards to reveal white cuffs.

Your own attire has endured a similar transformation, something that hugs your body flawlessly and washes away any insecurities you'd been nursing regarding the mission.

Fingertips tentatively travel along your new outfit. "Oh my stars."

"How elegant," the Mayor says, slippery-smooth, his white eyes suddenly like a hawk. "My lady has astute taste in fashion."

Your cheeks are on fire, but you manage a smile.

"You as well. Very debonair."

The outfits feel like they're meant for each-other, even somewhat bone-themed to better represent your mistress. Your companion gives you one last once-over before continuing down the sidewalk.

"Shall we?"

Biting your lip, you sidle up next to him, unable to help glancing over his outfit a few times.

"That outfit really brings out your smile, y'know."

He hums a laugh. "Very corny, my dear. I'm sure you'll reap great success if you attempt something similar in front of our target."

You're frowning, now. Try again. "Uh . . . How about, um . . . If I had a flower for every time you made me smile, I'd be walking in my garden forever," you say seriously, daring to look at him.

That line.

It was meant for him. Of course, it's hidden under the assumption it's meant for someone else.

The Mayor's eyebrows lift. "You have yet to meat the target, though."

"Oh. Oh, right. I mean, hypothetically. I dunno. Maybe it would work on someone I've known for awhile? Someone I work with?" You babble, heart rate spiking as you near the restaurant. Which line will you wait in? How are you ever going to get close to the manager? Why does your face feel on fire?

His smile is relaxed once more. "I suppose."

You swallow. Try again?

Lips part to formulate the words for another pick-up line, but the Mayor glance down at you, beating you to it.

"Oh, one final detail I forgot to disclose. My lady made reservations for the two of us as, dare I say, a couple. First class is not often given to single individuals, families, or mere companions."

Ah.

Your heart skips a beat. "A couple?"

"Don't worry, it's a temporary act in order to get close to the manager. We might as well get the full experience," he returns, eyes twinkling. "Won't this be fun?"

Throat running quite dry, you nod. "With you? I can't imagine it being too awful."

He chuckles again, but there's no more time for words.

You've made it to the front.

The bodyguards stare down at you for a moment before moving to the side to reveal a small, well-dressed woman drowning in make-up, who stands and approaches the two of you with a dull frown. She's seen this before. Been doing this all night, and probably wants to go home desperately.

"Last name?" The lady says boredly.

You feel the Mayor's arm slide through yours, linking the both of you together. "Bone," he says smoothly.

Bone.

How fitting.

You decide it's better than using a last name from Lady Bone Demon's time, considering she's ancient and has lived long past hundreds of family names. 'Bone' is even in her title. Fitting, indeed.

The woman shifts through her clipboard, eyes narrowing. You hold your breath.

"Mr. and Mx. Bone. You got a meeting with the boss?"

"Correct," the Mayor says.

The lady nods. "Through here, then."

She sidesteps, gesturing through the large golden doors, opening one of them to let the two of you pass. Ignoring the glares and mutters of the people in line, the two of you enter the building, leaving behind the cold outdoors and entering an entirely different world.

It's amazing.

You can't describe it. Not the plants you've never seen before in the corners, not the dazzling chandelier overseeing the luxurious dining tables and bars, the glittering diamonds reflecting off the wine bottles sitting by the hundreds on the wine racks. They stretch up to the ceiling, where Chinese history paints the sky with beautiful colors and people. A band in the corner plays smooth café music, the sound distant yet nostalgic for you. And there's people. So many people, despite how hard it is to get a reservation here. They crowd the place, making it difficult to navigate to first class.

The Mayor gives your arm a gentle squeeze. "Should I be afraid you might fall unconscious?"

"No. Are you trying to seduce me?"

"No," he hums, leading you up the wide, elegant, bifurcated staircase. Your free hand trails along the polished, wooden handrail, wishing your eyes were wider so you could see absolutely everything.

"Well, it's working," you whisper, half to yourself.

Pretend to be a couple. Wear expensive clothes probably worth more than your life. Eat at the fanciest restaurant in the city.

You feel like maybe you should read between the lines.

But all of the sudden, you're too busy reading the menu, eyes wide at the expansive selection.

So. Much. Food.

Your stomach growls in anticipation.

"Do we even have the money for this?" You wonder, breathless.

The Mayor's eyes rove over his own menu before placing it down and lacing his fingers together underneath his chin. Locking eyes with you, he cocks a brow. "Need I remind you my Lady has been planning this for months? She is-"

"Completely prepared, I know," you mumble, ducking behind the menu.

Glaring at the beautifully decorated dinner table, you bite your lip and think. Tonight might be your once chance to woo the Mayor. Is it crazy, though, to try it here? Now?

Heart racing, you lower the menu.

"I've never been on a date with a demon, before."

The Mayor had been observing the portraits lining the walls, but now his white eyes are on you. "A date?"

"Don't worry, this won't send my expectations through the roof," you continue, wearing a casual smile yet you're nervous to the bone. Hiding shaking hands under the sleek tablecloth, you try for a small smile. "Spending time with you meets all of them."

Fingers crossed, you hope this works.

The Mayor nods, eyes trailing to inspect your outfit. "We do what's necessary to fulfill our mistress's desires, I suppose."

No.

NO.

You'd failed! He's too oblivious!

Wishing you could throw hands and let out an exasperated yell, you take a deep, controlled breath. You can still make this WORK. "I mean, it's not everyday I get to spend time with my favorite person."

"Hmm." The Mayor's eyes rove over your features, thoughtful yet cheery at the same time. He suddenly chuckles. "You must be hungry, my dear! We mustn't pick favorites when it comes to food, but I daresay I have yet to turn down a dish of roasted duck. Shall we order while the night is still young?"

God damnit.

This is going to be harder than you thought.

You force a smile. "Uh-huh. Yup. I'll have (dinner dish)."

The two of you make your orders when the waitress walks by, and it still sends tingles down your spine when she addresses you both under the same last name.

When she walks off, you're inclined to notice the other couples sitting at the other tables.

Eyes darting south, you inspect a specific pair.

Their holding hands.

Head snapping up, you lift your hands onto your own table and make a motion for the Mayor to do the same. He eyes you curiously, and you shrug. "The other couples are doing it. We might as well, to look the part. Just for a bit."

"I suppose, if you're sincerely nervous about getting caught," he hums.

In one swift movement, he takes your hands in his.

They're cold.

And yet, it sends a thrill of warmth through your entire body, and you fight hard to suppress a smile. Here you were, trying to flirt with him, and yet getting destroyed by your own plans. Oh, gosh.

He seems to detect the tremble in your fingers. "Eager to get this over with?" He guesses, eyes seeing right through you.

You shake your head quickly. "Nuh-uh. This is amazing."

"You did mention your outfit likely costs more than your life," he murmurs, eyes twinkling with the fact that he doesn't believe this claim. "I advise you try and make the most of it."

"Ha ha. Your hands are cold."

"You don't like it?"

He seems ready to let go, so you give him a squeeze before removing one to pat the top of his hand. "I do like it. Your hands are the best. Big cold grabbers that snatched my soul from my chest the moment I saw you."

"Ha! It's a wonder you're still alive." He flashes you his signature unhinged smile.

Then, woe is you, he lets you go. You're cursing your rotten luck as he leans back in his vanilla soft chair. "You must be wondering how we are to set our plan in motion?"

"A bit, yeah," you say faintly. Really, you're wondering what other ways you can get the Mayor to notice your flirtatious attempts.

"You see, first class seating not only secures us an exquisite meal, but also a chance to discuss business plans with the manager. My Lady was willing to pay an entire chest of coins to set up a private meeting with our target!" The Mayor says, clasping his hands together with a dark look in his eyes. "Isn't that wonderful!"

You bite your lip. "So what are we doing waiting here, then?"

"As you will soon find out, the asset is protected by a constant flow of bodyguards, those of which I trust you to subdue in due time. For now, we have five minutes until the show begins." A glance at his watch, wisps of blue flowing from the metal. Then, eyes full of excitement, he cracks a sincere smile. "I eagerly await your performance, my dear."

Wait a second.

You ball your hands in your fists. "You want me to subdue the bodyguards? Shouldn't I be enticing the target?"

"While it's true that the target prefers either man or woman, I shall do the talking. He has an intricate way of discussing matters that quite irks my Lady, and will no doubt touch a sore spot with you."

"Pfft. You're the only sore spot I have," you say, smiling.

He returns it tenfold as two bodyguards ascend the staircase and station themselves at either side of the eating area. Then, the target himself makes his presence clear. He's a quite large fellow, with spiraling horns and razor sharp claws. Yet his eyes are intelligent and darting everywhere in search of danger.

You catch the Mayor's quick side glance; orders to carry out the mission.

If you leave, the demon is sure to send one of his guards to keep an eye on you. When you two are alone, you are to properly subdue the guard and make the owner suspicious enough to send his other guard for a quick investigation. Bam.

Sure, the bodyguards could crush you, but you'd rather them than a literal demon with claws and fangs.

So you slide off your chair, giving the manager a dashing smile before trailing your fingertips up the Mayor's arm, stopping at his shoulder and squeezing lightly.

"A kiss before I go, darling? I'll only be five minutes."

The Mayor blinks, white eyes wide.

He collects himself quickly, however, and tilts his head just an inch to the side, giving you permission.

You smile, giving his cheek a light peck. You'd go for the real deal, but you sort of want to be a tease right now. It's working, as you catch the Mayor's distracted glance as you head off to who knows where. The bar, maybe. Everyone's left there.

You stop at the doors, straining yourself to hear the conversation at the top level. Unfortunately, you'd picked a place far out of ear reach.

"Fear not, my loyal pawn . . ."

You stiffen, eyes darting down to your outfit.

Someone had spoken.

From the fabric.

A light, female laugh reaches your ears. "It's your mistress, (Y/N). I am here to assist you in your mission."

Eyes wide and staring at your clothes, you clear your throat and cock your head, hesitation writhing inside of you. "Uh . . . hi. This won't, um, subtract any days off from my break, right?"

"No, don't worry. Now . . ."

A pocket watch materializes on your hip.

You pick it up, admiring the soft bone shell that encompasses the watch, flipping it open to see the interior. But alas, it's not a watch.

It's some sort of spying mechanism.

"Use this to observe and listen to your partner's conversation," LBD whispers in your ear. "It will vanish after tonight."

You nod wordlessly, knowing better than to offer a smart reply or crack a joke. If it were the Mayor, you'd for sure pull something silly, but this is your boss.

Swallowing nervously as LBD's presence fades, you peer at the watch/spyglass, eyes narrowing curiously. Forget about LBD manifesting in your clothes (she did create them, you suppose), the Mayor was currently hosting a false discussion with the manager regarding a potential trade in goods. His tone and demeanor is strangely unhinged when you're not around, intimidating yet cheery, his movements also loud and boisterous. You wonder if it's all an act.

The stuff they discuss just goes in one ear and out the other.

That is, until the manager sends one of his guards down to check on you. The five minute mark.

You're late.

Smiling wickedly, you pocket the watch and recede into the shadows. Time to put your skills to use, yessir.

Of course, you do. Flawlessly.

The bodyguard stood no chance. He has zero warning as you launched yourself onto him, hooking your legs around his neck and bringing him crashing to the floor. Luckily, no was is around to witness the attack, giving you plenty of time to overpower the man with a few quick jabs - and he falls still.

Then, you drag his body into the nearest men's room, grunting with effort.

You do (and can't help but) pause at the many artworks lining the walls, and the beautiful designs that cover the restroom sinks. If only this were a real date, you think wistfully.

Once the man is properly hidden, you take out the watch again.

"Didn't your partner say they'd only be five minutes? It's been twenty," the manager is saying.

"Are you changing the subject, perhaps?"

"No! I'm suspicious."

"Whatever reason to be suspicious, my good man! I'm sure they haven't gotten themself into any trouble. We have wine to enjoy!"

That's your Mayor. Crazy and theatrical as ever.

"Nonetheless." The manager snaps his fingers, grabbing the last bodyguard's attention. In a silent movement, he instructs the hulking man to follow you, sealing his fate.

You listen for a few more moments, biting your lip as you watch the manager play right into the Mayor's hands.

Either from intimidation or something else.

God, he's good.

You're too busy admiring your comrade to notice the danger.

Too late, you hear the restroom door swing open, and suddenly there stands a tall, imposing figure in the doorway. Your escape route is blocked. The bodyguard spares one glance at you, and the occupied bathroom stall next to you, and correctly assumes the worst.

You whip to your feet, stuffing the watch in your pocket where you feel it dissipate into the clothes.

"Uh-" You start, offering a show of hands. "Nice bathroom, huh?"

The bodyguard shuts the door and locks it.

Damnit.

You roll your shoulders, feeling regret at the prospect of damaging your outfit. Keeping your cool, you meet the guy's cold gaze behind his dark sunglasses. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it with me."

Silence.

"Good. 'Cause you'll soon be talking about how you got the best sleep of your life-"

You lunge, teeth bared.

The bodyguard is well prepared, though.

One quick movement of his arm is all it takes to stop your plans all together and send to crashing to the floor, wheezing and clutching your stomach.

He stalks towards you, footsteps loud on the chalk white, polished floor.

You wince as his hand raises to crush you, when-

When his eyes glaze over.

Mouth open in a silent, shocked scream, he convulses on the spot, crumbling to the floor in a mess of noiseless gasps and gags. His skin turns sallow and grey, the life draining from his eyes.

You look up.

The Mayor stands over the bodyguard's lifeless body, eyes glowing.

They dim down a bit when they lock with yours, but that unhinged smile never leaves. "What a coincidence to see you, my dear! I see you're having trouble with your part of the mission."

"Thank you," you gasp, scrambling to your feet. "I tried to seduce him with the architecture here- quite pretty, might I say - but he wasn't having it. You wanna take his place?"

"I'd be delighted," he hums cheerily, holding out a hand. "But I do believe we are short on time."

"Right, right. Did you just suck out his soul, by the way?"

As you take his arm and he draws you close, the both of you oblivious to the chaos outside the beautiful restaurant, the Mayor has the dignity to roll his eyes fondly. "I doubt that concerns you, darling, but I suppose it's fruitless to offer a different explanation."

"I think it was so hot," you flirt, grinning stupidly.

He merely blinks, pulling you closer. A word of preparation in your ear and he teleports the both of you to your dinner table, above the madness taking place below.

The manager looks furious.

"There you are! One minute we were just about to sign the papers and the next, you vanish!"

The Mayor simply smiles smugly. "Apologies! I was simply protecting my comrade from danger! I'm sure you understand."

The target's eyes dart from you to the menacing bone demon at your side. Realization crosses his uneasy face. "Where are my guards?" He wonders briefly, glancing down the balcony.

At that moment, the Mayor makes his move.

He locks eyes with you. "Close your eyes, my darling. We'll be leaving, now."

You obey without thought, squeezing your eyes shut.

The world spins out of focus and you feel your feet swept out from under you, but the Mayor keeps a firm hold of you. Even when your feet once again meet solid ground, he won't relinquish his hold, if but a mere relaxation of his grip.

You crack an eye open.

"Well done."

Both eyes flick wide to take in your surroundings. You're back in LBD's underground fortress, the chaos of The Dragon Dynasty but a mere ghost of what it was.

At your side; the Mayor, dressed in his usual attire. Fancy suit gone.

At your feet; the manager, tied up and gagged.

Asleep, mercifully.

Your own beautiful attire has been reduced to what it was before, all traces of LBD's magic gone. Part of you misses feeling so wonderfully luxurious, but you're really just happy to be alive and back home.

Lady Bone Demon herself slowly descends the stone steps, her stony gaze bordering on approval. Crouching, she inspects the demon at her feet. "Excellent," she hisses.

Sharp, cold eyes flick upwards. "You may go."

The Mayor gives a short bow, still smiling, still with his arm around your waist.

It shifts to hook around your arm, gently yet firmly tugging you away. "Enjoy, my Lady."

You remain silent, something you'd learned was appreciated here. Only when the towering doors to LBD's chambers close do you turn to the Mayor with a goofy smile on your face.

"That was awesome!"

He allows himself to relax, smile more casual. "Agreed."

"Let's not do that ever again."

"Never?"

You laugh, feeling light as air as you travel down the large, imposing hallway, adorned with countless side doors and flaring blue torches. You've gotten used to the bones in every corner, with furry rodents scattering into eyes of skulls and through cracks in the walls.

When you calm down, the Mayor stops and leans down, murmuring right in your ear. "You know, I'd like to have that kiss back now."

Your heart jumps.

Eyes wide, you stare up at him, noses inches apart.

"I-I thought you didn't notice . . ."

"You thought I was oblivious?" A softer smile lights his features, white eyes boring into yours. A deep chuckle vibrates in his throat. "Oh, sweet thing. I thought you were adorable tonight."

Cheeks heating up, you swallow dryly. "T-Thanks. I, um . . . thought you were pretty-"

The last part of your sentence is cut off rather sharply.

The Mayor closes the distance between your lips in one swift movement, one hand sliding behind your head to gently coax you forward.

His lips are cold.

Yet so, very soft. You close your eyes, tilting your head ever so slightly. He can surely feel your small smile by now.

After a moment, he leans back, only to kiss your forehead tenderly.

You bite your lip, trying to calm your heart.

"I eagerly await the next few days," the Mayor mumbles, white eyes half-lidded as they fix on you, inspecting your features fondly. The hand behind your head goes to brush your cheek, touch feather-light. "We don't have to play chess."

God, you love him.

Struggling against a laugh, you meet his warm gaze. "You'd better hope not."

#LBD like “oh yeah. i can make this work.”#but still evil #no she doesn't care she's just bored i tell you #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk mayor #mayor x reader #oneshot #fluff #tw fight scene #brief #romance #they kiss yessir #pls i love this man #THANK YOU CHIMEMORI #long post #got carried away. so worth it

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misc-obeyme · 6 months ago

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i just had a major breakthrough last night and wrote four pages of bullet points with random plot ideas, scenarios, and dialogue in my sketchbook 😅 IT WAS SO LATE AT NIGHT I CAN BARELY READ MY OWN HANDWRITING

I'm still trying to figure out the proper term, but Solomon is majoring in music composition !! Wiki says his favorite genre is classical music, and I like the idea he would want to create his own. His main instrument is piano !! But he has basic knowledge of guitar and the violin. (It'll be mainly running into the coffee shop together separately and living their lives, but once they get closer, Sol tries teaching me piano because i wanted to learn- THERE'S A BACKSTORY TO THIS AND ANOTHER PLOT IDEA !!!)

Simeon is also studying at the same college, and is writing TSL online. He has his own website, and Solomon creates pieces to go along with scenes in the book. (This is a whole other plot point)

I think right now it's going "Horror Night/Realizations" (the three of them going to see a movie that Solomon was excited to see, end up at a diner afterwards) -> "Burned CD's/Mammon Playlist Drama" (hehehe- WAIT IT'S NOT ANGST, GOTTA CLARIFY THE RECORD STORE DOES N O T BURN DOWN) -> "Halloween Party w/ Asmo" (A vampire, a werewolf, and a devil. What could go wrong? Or right? 👀) -> "Retail Therapy/Talks" (bookstores are a girl's best friend)

I haven't decided what role every character will play, but Levi makes an appearance with the CD stuff, Asmo throws the party and is studying to be a fashion designer, Satan owns a bookstore that I frequently visit (ANOTHER PLOT POINT AHAH), and Lucifer makes another appearance.

i keep writing things down and then getting more ideas and it feels like one big web, BUT IT'S ALL CONNECTED !! This is so much fun !! So technically yes, apprentice ish on the side, and Mammon does confess (kinda). I HAVE THIS PLANNED OUT BUT I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO GET LONG (IT DID ANYWAY), I JUST WANTED TO SHARE BECAUSE I'M WRITING THIS AS I GET READY FOR WORK AJDJJSD OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

Wow this really is turning into an epic love story for the ages!! I love it lol!

Ohhhh music major, eh?!? My main instrument is also the piano! What a coincidence! Okay, actually, that's really easy to figure out considering my OC is a music demon and he is also known for his piano skills alskdfj. But Arsenios is a demon so he has magical talent that allows him to play any instrument. He's like everything I wish I could be as a musician lol!!! But anyway, got a bit sidetracked there, sorry. I love Solomon as a composer. That just feels like something he'd get lost in, you know? Music can be simple, but it can also be really complicated. And just imagine that guy getting lost in writing some kinda orchestral masterpiece... Or if he did a little conducting too, that baton is basically a magic wand...

Anyway, I love how we're getting all the other characters involved now, too!

See, you've already got the timeline, too!

I mean, what you're doing right now is basically outlining a story! I never outline anything because I am a degenerate, but that's exactly the kinda thing that a lot of people do before writing. So you're setting yourself up for success, I'd say! I mean, it's all whatever, writing is a personal process!

I'm loving your ideas and I'm loving the enthusiasm!! This right here is exactly why I write - because it's fun!

I hope you continue to enjoy coming up with ideas and if you do decide to write it, I hope you enjoy yourself!!

#truly for me the only motivation is fun lol #obey me #✨ anon #misc answers

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usmsgutterson · 2 years ago

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hello! how are you doing??? can i request nikolai and his s/o both being captains of the hummingbird and being the coolests privateers ever

Nikolai x gn! privateer! reader Headcanons

All right, hi! This has taken me a bit and I am so sorry, I've been working on it for a few days and I just couldn't get my foot in the door with anything until I did headcanons, which I hope is okay!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- mentions of weaponry and swords

First and foremost, you and Nikolai are like, one of the most known couples on the sea

people know Sturmhond as this incredible captain and resourceful leader. They love him and they're intimidated and it's a lot all at once

You've known him since he worked in the infantry, though, and signed on as another captain when he took up the identity of Sturmhond.

Y'all got married at sea, it was a whole adorable affair

BEFORE I GET SIDETRACKED WITH A WEDDING, as captains and privateers, you guys are an incredibly powerful duo.

The decisions made on the Hummingbird are ones that are made not just with your perspective or just with Nikolais perspective in mind, they're made with both of your perspectives.

There is a lot of compromise going on with you two as captains and it keeps things at sea pretty steady.

No infighting on the boat, no genuine fights with the swords and other weapons available, just laughter from your crew as they play cards and trade out one anothers rum rations.

If you're calm, they're calm. It's something that you and Nikolai learned very quickly, and it's knowledge that works out in the long term aspect of things.

generally, captaining a boat with Nikolai is a very easy task and it's a wonderful thing all the same, because you're doing something you love with the man you love at your side.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Runaway - Chapter Ten.

I’M SO SORRY I didn’t post this yesterday, besties! I completely forgot, getting sidetracked with working out and chores! Here it is, though. Take your time getting to the next 30 notes, if you like, but if you’re desperate for more then no problem, all up to you guys! Thank you so much for your engagement, as ever!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,120

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh, look at this, here’s your daddy and you’re just mad as hell! What a welcome, huh?” Hannah spoke over the puce faced, full scale meltdown her daughter was throwing as she opened her front door. Manny took the howling baby immediately, noticing right away how exhausted her mother looked.

“Now, come on, tiny girl. Ain’t that bad, is it?” he began, talking to her soothingly, wincing when she about blew his left eardrum out, turning to Hannah. “Apparently it is.”

“She’s been howling for the past half hour, and most of the afternoon. She isn’t running a fever, she’s fed and dry but apparently, she just wants to make me feel like I’m the worst mother on earth while sleep depriving me too, just for good measure!” she exclaimed, but lightly, trying to play it off a little with some humour. To add to it, as soon as Manny sat down on the couch with Lola rested to his chest, she finally stopped. She had to bite her lips together to prevent them from wobbling.

Of course, he noticed. “When was the last time you got to relax for a while?”

Hannah made a thoughtful face. “Oh, let me think. First trimester, I think.”

“Shit,” he rumbled, laughing softly before nodding in the direction of her slightly ajar bathroom door. “Go for a soak in the tub, have some you time, go on. I got this one.”

Hannah hesitated; with a look of concern Manny read with one hundred percent accuracy. “It’s alright, Hannah banana. For the last few days, whenever I’ve had a spare moment I’ve been reading up on all this parenting shit. I think I read through about fifty different websites, twenty of which contradicted the one before, so I called for backup. Lily kindly sat and basically wrote me out my own baby book of dos and don’ts, what’s really important, semi-important and what not to worry about. It’s my bible, and I got a good memory, so don’t stress. She’s in good hands.”

She looked placated by that information, smiling fondly, touched that he was really taking the role of daddy very seriously. God, she’d gotten so lucky. “Thank you. I’ll be out in half an hour.”

“Take your time.” He winked, kissing Lola’s soft, sweet-smelling head, Hannah heading into her bathroom, her emotions stirred. There within the dark brown tilled room, the water chugging into the deep tub from the double faucet and filling the air with steam that the whirring extractor took care of, she poured in her bubble bath as silent tears slipped from her eyes. After everything she’d been through, it was such a relief that the man who had fathered her baby was being completely effortless in all of this.

With Michael, it had been hell. Absolute hell.

It had started a month and a half after their breakup, Michael calling and asking if they could meet, stating that after having time to reflect and regardless of everything, he missed her. She’d turned down his request, explaining that while she still felt awful over her actions, she was at peace with the result of them. He seemed to take it with grace to begin with, wishing her well... until the text messages began flooding in.

‘We can make it work, Hannah. Okay, so maybe I’ve been a little too assertive in our relationship, too quick to take the lead, so let’s give it a chance for me to make up for that, give you a little more freedom of choice. How about that?’

Except she’d mentioned the unfairness in the past, and he’d done nothing about it. If he really wanted to change, he would have done so before then. At forty-two years old, he’d had ample time to better himself.

‘Come on, babe. There’s no point ignoring me. You know we’re both at the age now where it makes sense to settle down, so why not with each other now that I’m making the effort to change?’

Except he wasn’t.

‘Hannah, this is fucking ridiculous. You know we’re meant to be together, come on! What, have you found someone else? Just call me, okay?’

And then he began turning up at her apartment, banging on the front door, calling for her to come out and face him, or let him in so they could talk. He’d spend hours out there, becoming verbally aggressive, trying to pick the locks, threatening her if she didn’t let him in. After the third consecutive night, she’d abandoned her hope that he would get bored and called the police, her neighbours also lodging complaints about him disturbing the peace.

On and on he persisted, even taking to watching her apartment after he’d finished work, following her when she went out to the store or met up with Shonda or her family, even barging his way into the restaurant she and Ange, her sister-in-law had been having dinner at one evening, having to be physically removed by three of the servers, Hannah mortified and frightened by the scene he’d made.

After that, he went quiet, Hannah thinking that luck might have shone on her a little, recently finding out that she was pregnant, dealing with the stress and shock of that, knowing that she was too far gone for a termination, and even if she wasn’t, deciding that she didn’t actually want one. She very much wanted to be a mother.

She was twenty-one weeks, with her little bump showing nicely, when Michael made an appearance again, following her from the store one night, confronting her in the parking garage beneath her apartment block. He’d screamed at her so much, she’d trembled in fright, wrapping her arms around her stomach protectively as he’d ranted at her.

“How dare you do not tell me! How fucking dare you. That’s my child too, Hannah, I have rights, you know!”

She’d been too frightened by his escalating aggression to reveal the fact that there was only a fifty percent chance that the baby was his. Thankfully, that night she’d had Jayden, her neighbours’ son come to her aid, all six feet six of him towering over Michael, advising that he should back the hell down, watching him leave before insisting on escorting Hannah back upstairs while carrying her groceries, well-mannered kid that he was.

After that, she’d had his mother on her back, his sisters, and him, so much so she’d had to change her phone number and had, for a while, seriously considered selling her apartment and moving elsewhere. He then began to reach out via email, hundreds of messages per week, continuing to show up on her doorstep, Hannah cataloguing it all before taking it to the police, Ange, Jayden, his parents and a few other neighbours providing statements that backed up her claim for harassment and stalking. To put it mildly, she’d been frightened out of her mind for her safety, with how he’d behaved.

It was only when she’d reached her thirtieth week of pregnancy that finally, the restraining order was put into effect, and everything calmed down. By that time, though, she was exhausted and had been ever since. Raising a baby as a single mother, while continuing to work was the toughest thing she’d ever done.

Her parents had helped, both doting on Lola, having her to stay overnight on occasion so Hannah could get a full night of sleep and have time to run her errands, but still, it had been so tiring, being the full-time caregiver, doing it all alone.

Thank heavens she didn’t have to any longer, dying her eyes as she sniffed, undressing and sliding into the bath, sinking down until she was submerged completely. While she was relaxing, Manny was getting to grips with being on dad duty.

“How the hell can something so small and pretty produce what can only be described as demonic shit? For real, tiny girl. That ain’t right,” he spoke, his daughter now fresh and clean, the offending diaper tied into a bag and condemned to the trash. “I thought I was gonna have to call a priest for a moment. Oh, ya’lll smiling at me now, huh? You think this is funny, don’t you?”

He tickled her, watching her grin grow wider, lifting her up and carrying her back out of her room, glad he’d actually managed to change her successfully without having to call Hannah for help. YouTube videos provided a wealth of information when someone new to all of this – as he very much was – required a little demonstrative instruction.

He’d have been lying if he’d stated he didn’t find it daunting, being responsible for another person, a tiny one at that, but he wouldn’t fail Lola like his own father had failed him. He’d learned that Manuel Snr had passed away seven years ago from colon cancer. He found that quite fitting, that such an asshole be taken out literally by his own asshole. It was something he touched upon later that evening with Hannah, after Lola had thankfully gone to sleep without fuss.

“I want to thank you again, for stepping up, making all of this so easy,” she told him, Manny reaching to squeeze her hand.

“I ain’t gonna be no deadbeat dad. I had one of those,” he explained, continuing when Hannah’s face shifted to curiously sympathetic. “He walked out on my mom, my siblings and I when I was five. We never saw him again, not even when my mom managed to locate him in order to serve his no-good ass with divorce papers. He never cared about any of us, but thank fuck I had the best goddamned male role model in my gramps. He raised me better than to abandon a child, and I wouldn’t anyway, because no kid deserves their dad to be that fuckin’ selfish, you know?”

“Jesus, that’s awful.” She shook her head, her forehead creasing. “I’m so sorry you had that happen to you.”

“Don’t be,” he assured, “because if I hadn’t, I likely wouldn’t have had such a healthy childhood, growing up on the ranch in La Paz County. It’s beautiful out there.”

“You grew up on a ranch? What, with cattle and horses and everything?” she exclaimed softly, her eyes lighting up. “You only mentioned that you’d moved to Yuma because of a girl, and then ended up here because of, what was it you called it, a conflict of interests in your club back there. I never knew about the ranch!”

“Yeah, Blackstone Ranch was my home until I was twenty-five. Long days, hard work, but it was cool. I miss it sometimes, being on horseback for most of the day, out in the wilds,” he revealed, Hannah continuing to look amazed.

“Oh wow, you can ride? You actually worked there, too?”

“Hell yeah, darlin’. I was a cowboy before I switched to being a Mayan. My gramps got me up on quarter horse when I was six. He didn’t believe in letting me learn on a pony, and for that I thank him. I got good control. Whenever I go back, he gets me up on the unruly youngsters, because I’m hard to throw. I got an ass like glue once it hits the saddle.”

“This is so fascinating! I rode for a little bit as a child, but I quit after falling and breaking my collarbone. I know I shouldn’t have, that I should have got back on, but that nasty pain kinda scared me out of the saddle,” she shared, Manny nodding.

“Well, gramps asked when I’d be coming to visit so he and my gran can meet Lola. We’ll have to get you back up on a horse while we’re there.”

Her face was a picture of trepidation, but inside, she sparkled at the prospect, of being introduced to his family, seeing the world he’d come from. “Do you ever miss it?”

“I do,” he began candidly. “Not the 4am starts, but I miss my grandparents, and my horse. I got a mare called Midnight, most beautiful, soulful horse in the world. Gramps made me break her in as a crazy two-year-old when I was eighteen. She’s mostly retired now, but she doesn’t have a clue that she’s twenty-three and technically on her way to being an old gal. She still loves to run; still jumps anything you point her at. Typical Mustang, she’ll be all fire until the day she dies.”

Listening to him speak of his old life, and his plans to include her in revisiting it made her chest flood with warmth. And then it hit her.

He was engaged.

Just when things were seeming to become simpler for her.

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