#o well at least i don't have to get up early tomorrow

[bobbinalong]

i need to go to bed and so does tim. i've missed this au.

[bones4thecats]

hello, I'm here again and as always you should know who my request is about, as the Tsum event came back my request will be relationship to this, Jamil and Leona dealing with the fact that their Tsums keep stealing all the attention, affection and love from their girlfriends, while Tsum doesn't care and does it on purpose to annoy

Tsum! Ver. Stealing Their S/O's Attention

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Jamil Viper and Leona Kingscholar Name: Tsum! Ver. Stealing Their S/O's Attention Requester: @marinahavik

A/N: Am I the only one who is absolutely adoring these cute tsums?! I actually have a Pluto one (the dog from Mickey Mouse) that I used to take everywhere when I was younger. He looks like this one. I really need to look for it... oh well. I do hope you enjoy this though!

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🐍 He wasn't very enthused when the Tsum! Kalim came into the mix and began to cause just as much chaos as his own original version of the white-haired boy

🐍 But, when he saw his own shaking it's head as it sat on the counter-top, watching Kalim and his Tsum run around with you laughing at their actions, he had to admit, it was kinda nice having these tiny things there

🐍 Now, because of how busy the day was supposed to be with many of the students having Tsums to take care of, Jamil was basically taking a day off, since your Tsum seemingly was working to hold Tsum! Kalim back

🐍 Though, while he knew where Kalim and your Tsums were, he had no idea where his was. Due to this, he was walking around Scarabia's halls to his room while keeping an eye open for his Tsum

🐍 By the time he had met his room, he could hear a small chuckle from behind the wood, so, when he opened it, he expected to see you with one of your fellow classmates

🐍 But, seeing his Tsum sitting in your hair, messing it around in a similar way that Jamil would do when you were being rambunctious. And once he saw you smile at the small creature like how you would at him made his heart ache

🐍 This must be what jealousy feels like

" Rohi, it's getting late. I recommend we start retiring for the night, besides, I believe your Tsum wants to see mine. " " Oh! I didn't realize it was that late! Apologies, your Tsum is just so cute and affectionate, like you! Except he can dig into my hair like a nest, it's so adorable to watch, look! He's doing it again! "

🐍 Jamil stood and watched as Tsum! Jamil dug itself into your hair and you took a small hat that Epel gave you from one of his lessons with Vil and you put it on the small being, much like a make-shift blanket

🐍 As you stared at the Tsum with adore, Jamil glared at the thing with malice. How dare it steal your attention and keep you up so late at night? You needed rest!

🐍 At least that's why he thought he was so moody...

" Rohi... we must rest, I have to wake up early tomorrow like normal. " " Ah, sorry Jamil. Where is my Tsum by the way? This little guy may need a guide because of his size. I don't want him getting trampled by accident. " " I'll bring him there myself, love. You get ready for bed. " " Okay MOM. " " Shut it or I won't let you mess with my hair. "

🐍 Holding the miniature version of him, he walked outside his room and towards the make-shift bed space that Kalim and you made earlier, and once he located your Tsum sitting awake and looking around for his, he smiled gently

🐍 You really did care about him in all worlds, didn't you?

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🦁 He was definitely far from happy when these tiny things came into Savanaclaw, though he did like how his understood the personal space thing he had, unlike yours

🦁 Though, it was technically another version of you, so he'd let it pass just this one thousand times

🦁 Because of the constant sounds of cooing coming from Ruggie to his Tsum, Leona quickly got annoyed once he heard other members of the Collage walking around while speaking to their other-worldly versions

🦁 He had walked back to his room and there he found you holding yours and his Tsums while wrapped in one of his blankets on his bed

🦁 While normally when he saw this he'd get fairly teasing and quippy, watching as you gave more attention to that cub version of him than to the larger one standing right at the doorway, the one who has been there with you for months instead of a measly few hours

🦁 Tapping his foot on the ground as his ears twitched and his tail swayed behind him, Leona gained impatient as you continued to ignore him

" Kipenzi, what are you doing? "

🦁 Looking up from the small version of your boyfriend and you, you smiled and looked at Leona with sparkling eyes

" Leona! I've been watching these little guys for the past few hours. Yours is just as sleeping as you are, isn't that funny? " " Considering we're basically the same person, not really. Now, can you scoot over so I can rest here? I can't stand the sounds of everyone cooing these things... " " Yeah, come on over! "

🦁 Pulling up the blanket for the beastman to crawl underneath, you held the seemingly cuddling duo in your hand as he settled and wrapped himself around you

🦁 He heard you set the Tsums down as you curled up into his arms and begin relaxing to partake in his nap with him

🦁 And once he knew you were asleep, he opened one eye and glared at Tsum! Leona, who glared just as hard right back

'That's right', they both thought, 'nobody hangs with my S/O but me.'

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Yeah I got a request. Cuddles with mommy characters of your choice would heal me of my ailments, like a victorian child who would be soothed by seeing the sea one final time before the affliction takes hold

(Genshin Impact/H:SR/GFL) Cuddling with Lisa, Yae, Yelan, Himeko, Natasha, Springfield, and RO635

That's...oddly specific.

Lisa cuddling with her S/O is comfortable and very lazy.

Whether it be reading a book, drinking tea, or simply enjoying each other's warmth, there will be nothing productive done that day.

But in order to achieve such heavenly bliss, they will have to work doubly hard right before, so that way they can lounge about with no risk of worrying about work.

That, or she'll find excuses. If it's raining, then oh well! Nothing to do but relax at home.

With her eyes slowly fluttering open, her head rests into the crook of S/O's neck, latching onto them with both her arms.

(Lisa) yawn "It's so early in the morning..."

S/O's eyes glance over to the wall before sighing.

(S/O) "It's ten."

(Lisa) "Hm...still too early, cutie..."

Though cuddling with Yae can lull S/O a somewhat sleepy state, somehow they feel like that's exactly what she wants.

Yae's smile seems to indicate she has something up her sleeve.

(Yae) "Oh? Why are you getting so antsy of all a sudden, S/O?"

(S/O) "I know that look, Miko..."

(Yae) "Do you now? Is it truly so mind-boggling that I too, can enjoy just some regular affection?"

...A moment of silence gives her the answer.

With a flick of their forehead, her hand playfully mimics a fox with her fingers.

(Yae) "Sorry to disappoint dear, but I just wish to spend some quality time today.~"

She of course, jumpscares them later to which she laughs endlessly about.

Yelan rolled the dice, and have dictated to her that she take a break.

And she wasn't really feeling like finishing the rest of work anyway, so this works out.

(Yelan) "Not planning on moving anywhere for a while, S/O?"

(S/O) "Guess not with you laying on me like this."

(Yelan) "Perfect, don't mind if I do.~"

Yelan rests her head on S/O's stomach and dozes off for a while.

S/O smiles as one hand brushes against her hair. Having her relax with them was a rare treat.

And though they didn't know entirely what she did, getting her to sleep with someone in the room meant she trusted them completely.

Plus, they knew Yelan would want to get dinner at some point tonight, no need to rush things, as she would say.

As the Astral Express is travelling through the stars, Himeko spends a good chunk of her time with S/O, close together on the couch.

Sometimes its drinking coffee together, sometimes its talking with the other crew members, and sometimes its even just sitting together in silence.

As much as their expeditions were ways for everyone to bond, it was the quiet moments like these that Himeko cherishes with her S/O the most.

After all, no one quite knew where their final stop could be, and-

(S/O) "Himeko?"

Himeko snaps out of her mini reverie and feels S/O grab her hand, turning to look at them.

(S/O) "You alright? You were spacing out a little there."

(Himeko) "Ah, don't worry, I'm okay."

Himeko lets S/O's head rest on her shoulder and she closes her eyes, committing this feeling to memory.

(Himeko) "I just want to stay this way for a little longer..."

Natasha lets S/O hold her after a long day, a feeling she very much welcomes.

(S/O) "Hey Nat, feeling tired?"

She hums in response, her body relaxing as their hand brushes some strands of hair out of her face.

(Natasha) "As always, my dear..."

S/O chuckled at that, and let her ramble on about her day, ranging from the state of patients or whatever shenanigans the Moles got up to.

Though she'd be right back to doing more tomorrow, for now she could at least enjoy the company of someone she loved.

It was nice to be pampered every now and then.

No objections from her when it comes to being looked after, instead of always the other way around.

Springfield's smile grows wider the moment she sees S/O come into her cafe.

(Springfield) "Welcome back, love."

(S/O) "Thanks. Mind if I get the usual?"

(Springfield) "Already in a cup."

Making S/O sit in a nearby booth, she finishes cleaning her cups before joining them, both of them snuggling into each other.

Though she was a T-Doll, the warmth she gave off was just as real as any human.

(Springfield) "Work around the base busy as always?"

(S/O) "Psh, especially when Kalina and the Commander have me running around!"

A soft giggle escapes her lips as one hand barely moves to cover it, letting S/O continue and listen intently, all while her arm wraps around theirs.

RO sighs when S/O asked to hold her.

She was still in the middle of processing some reports, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt.

At least no one was watching this time.

(RO635) "You have been working hard lately...Okay okay, come here..."

With a blush creeping onto her face, RO holds S/O tightly, and not giving them space to wiggle their way out.

Assuming they even would.

Hopefully, she wouldn't have to say out loud how much she loves them and that the blush on her would do all the talking.

(S/O) "RO, you're head is burning hot, you alright?-"

(RO635) "A-Ah! I'm fine just...j-just a little embarrassed."

(S/O) "I thought you'd be used to this by now-"

She turns to them pouting, but her hold on them has gotten tighter.

[lovingseventeen]

hi! i just discovered your writing and you are so so talented. if possible, can you write how the members would react to finding out their s/o is sick? maybe with them trying to hide it, or the members are so busy and their partner didn’t want to tell them :)

svt when they find out their s/o is sick *ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n: we are here for soft svt feels. also this got hella long because i have no chill LOL. also things may seem a little redundant bc the reader is always at home BUT you SHOULD be staying home if you're not feeling well !!

ALSO ALSO THANK YOU all for 700 followers! i hope this is a good present ♡

seungcheol:

❥ you knew he tended to have a lot on his plate as a leader of one of the most successful groups

❥ so you figured you didn't have to tell him you weren't feeling great. it's just a little cold after all

❥ you decide to take a nap, maybe sleep will lighten how you feel

❥ meanwhile, seungcheol sends you a little text, just his usual habit of checking up on you when he can, when you don't respond

❥ they're probably busy, he thinks, though it's a little out of character when 2 hours later, you haven't even opened his message

❥ somehow he gets out of practice early that day, so he decides to surprise you, bringing over some pastries from a bakery near the company building

❥ he's shocked to see a very fatigued you open your door

❥ "cheol?"

❥ immediately, his body fills with so much worry he almost doesn't know where to start

❥ "y/n? are you okay- wait, actually lets get you to sit first" he rambles, heart breaking when he sees you walk so slowly to your couch

❥ "what brought you over here? don't you usually have dance practice today?" you asked, voice quieter than usual

❥ "we got out early, but that doesn't matter, you're sick? why didn't you tell me?"

❥ "it's not that bad and you have so many things to worry about-" you try, only to be interrupted by your very concerned boyfriend

❥ "forget about all those other things!" he says with a slight pout, "i can't believe you've been alone when you're like this, that's it, i'm cancelling my day tomorrow"

❥ "you don't need to do that!" you protest, but he's already shooting someone -his manager probably- a text

❥ he partially wants to scold you for not telling him sooner but he can't argue with you in this state. his eyes look at you softly, noticing that you're leaning your head on the couch as you sit up, concluding that your head probably hurts too

❥ "y/n, i want to take care of you, okay? it hurts to see you like this, so just let me, okay?"

❥ definitely starts researching on home remedies and what medicine to buy as you lay your head on his lap

jeonghan:

❥ he was looking forward to your date at the end of the week, up until you sent him a text saying that you didn't think you could still make it

❥ hannie something came up so i don't think i can still go out on friday :(

❥ oh? are you alright at least? he replies

❥ yeah yeah i am, just work things :((

❥ he still wants to see you that day though, so he decides to try to surprise you by picking you up at your job with a little bouquet of flowers

❥ little does he know, you haven't been to work for a couple days, taking your sick leave

❥ um i'm here outside, can it at least drive you home? he sends

❥ at the sight of this text, you're calling him

❥ "hi baby" he says, and you can already tell he's smiling on the other end of the line

❥ "hi" you replied softly, "um, i'm not at work"

❥ this catches his off guard, "you're not?"

❥ "i've been home all week because i haven't been feeling well, but i also didn't want to worry you.." you explain, feeling awful over him being outside of your job

❥ "you're sick?" he asks, getting back into his car to continue the call

❥ "a bit, but it's not that bad!" you try to tell him

❥ "i'll come over" he tells you, but not before stopping by at a restaurant to bring you some hearty soup

❥ you greet him at your door with a mask on and even then he can tell that your eyes are tired. "sorry you went all the way over there"

❥ "that's okay i just wanted to see you, but you know it's my job to worry about you, right?" as he says this he holds out the bag of noodle soup towards you.

❥ "you should eat up so you get better" he urges, motioning for you to walk into your house

joshua:

❥ you guys have gotten into the habit of sending each other occasional pictures of what you're up to

❥ this particular day, he was recording and he sent you a cute little selfie from the recording booth. he even took a picture of the boys watching him record too, and of course, they all posed for the picture LOL

❥ you send him back an innocent selfie from home, but you weren't slick enough to hide the box of tissues and the bottle of medicine form the background

❥ he's calling you after his session is done (with a thumbs up from woozi). "hey darling, are you feeling alright? i noticed the medicine in the back of your photo?"

❥ "oh it's nothing," you assure him, "just a cold, not a big deal"

❥ "that's not nothing" he says softly, "do you need anything? have you eaten yet? are you drinking enough water?"

❥ after you answer yes to all of his questions, telling him not to worry, he concedes partially, but he still thinks about you throughout the day

❥ he checks up on you throughout the day, occasionally sending you random life hacks and home remedies to make you feel better

❥ you have to text him that no, you are not putting garlic in your socks or ears

❥ josh i really really appreciate the concern but it's really not that serious

❥ but if this works! you could feel better by tomorrow! <33

❥ he unfortunately can't come over because his schedule is a bit swamped, but he tells you not to cook anything tonight and orders food for you so you can take it easy

jun:

❥ when he surprises you on one of his days off, he winds up very surprised too

❥ when you open your door you raise your eyebrows as he takes in the sight of you. frankly, he can tell you might've not gotten enough sleep and that your nose is a little red (probably because it's runny?)

❥ "you're sick? why didn't you tell me?"

❥ he's ushering you to your bed and tucking you in

❥ he sits on the floor, facing you as he slightly tilts his head to the side and places a hand to your cheek

❥ "does your head hurt?" a weak nod. "throat too?" another nod. "do you want me to make you some tea?" you nod again, "okay baby"

❥ he's walking out of your room to go brew some tea and eventually he comes back with a mug and places it on your nightstand, "it's still really hot so maybe give it a couple minutes"

❥ as he's walking out of your room he pauses, "hey, call me if you need anything okay? you should probably rest up for now, i won't bother you, but i'll just be in your living room" he tells you, pulling your blanket up a little higher

❥ "thank you junnie" you say, voice barely above a whisper

❥ "of course"

❥ a couple hours later, he practically tip toes into your room just to retrieve the empty cup of tea from your nightstand, careful not to wake you

❥ you were falling in and out of sleep anyways, so you woke up to see his figure so carefully lifting the mug

❥ when he catches you watching him he goes, "oh shit, did i make a noise or something?" and you're shaking your head

❥ "is it okay you're spending your day off like this?" you asked, feeling bad knowing that he didn't have a lot of free time

❥ "like what?"

❥ "you know, cooped up inside with someone who's been sleeping all day"

❥ he crouches down to run a hand through your hair. "baby it's not your fault you're sick, it's really okay. if anything, it's a rest day for me too and i get to catch up on some shows" he assures

hoshi:

❥ you know he's been busy creating choreography recently, so you haven't seen him in about two weeks

❥ (you also don't tell him because you know he'll try to kiss you without regards to himself getting sick)

❥ but when you say no to him coming over your entire plan of getting better by yourself goes out the window

❥ "baby! i'll come over after practice today, i think we'll wrap up early!" he says when he calls. this causes you to rack your brain for excuses for him not to

❥ "oh that's okay you don't have to, aren't you tired, baby?"

❥ "never too tired to come see my baby" he gushes and your heart aches because you can hear the smile in his voice

❥ "but don't you have to be up tomorrow too?" you try

❥ his voice turns a little less excited. "do you not want me to come over? what's wrong?"

❥ "no! no, it's not that, it's just i don't want you to be too tired" you're really fighting for your life here

❥ "i'm not too tired, i'll see you later today" he tells you, but you can't miss the change in his voice

❥ as he's driving over he's thinking over how you were speaking. why didn't you seem excited about him coming over? usually you were.. were you tired of him? was there someone else? he tried to fight his racing thoughts and the little hurt in his heart

❥ when you open your door he misses the mask that you were wearing, as he makes his way inside

❥ "where is he?" he asks and suddenly you can see the tears welling in his eyes

❥ "soonyoung, where's who?" you ask frantically

❥ "someone's here, aren't they? does he make you happier?" and there's a heartbreaking crack in his voice

❥ "what? no!" you grasp onto his arm, "what are you talking about?"

❥ "it's why you didn't want me to come over right?" he asks, eyes searching yours, when he finally sees the mask, "why are you wearing that at home?"

❥ "baby i'm sick, no one's here. there's no one else at all" you explain, closing your eyes for a moment because this is the most you've walked all day and your head is pounding

❥ he softens at the sight, "oh i'm so sorry" and he's immediately helping you walk to your couch, "i'm so stupid"

❥ "just didn't want to get you sick too" you explained, gently pushing away from his chest because he's pulling you into him, "probably shouldn't get too close to me"

❥ "i don't care" he dismisses, "let me hold you"

❥ you're too weak to escape his hugs on a regular day, much less now, so you give in

❥ you lightly smack his arm as your head is against his chest, "did you really think i was cheating"

❥ a gentle squeeze. "no, but the thought really scared me"

❥ "well, you shouldn't ever be scared of that. where else are you gonna find a horanghae supporter as loyal as me?"

❥ finally, the two of you are laughing

wonwoo:

❥ i don't think he'd be the type to get super upset at you not telling him sooner, but he does make every effort to make your life easier as soon as he knows

❥ why potentially argue with his love when they're already sick? he figures

❥ when he comes over to see you walking around with a blanket wrapped around you he already knows

❥ the two of you spend the day on the couch not doing much, he's just keeping you company, giving your leg some random rhythmic pats as you just lay there

❥ but as soon as you're starting to sit up, he's on alert

❥ "what is it? do you need something?"

❥ "just gonna get water" you reply, but he's getting up already, patting your leg again

❥ "i got it, just stay here"

❥ and it's a series of small things that day, water, tea, your medicine, he'll get all of it so you can rest and recover

❥ almost helps you get up to walk when you laugh and tell him you have enough energy to walk yourself to the bathroom

❥ though he doesn't scold you for not telling him sooner, he does remind you at some point, "i'm always here for you, for anything"

woozi:

❥ a tad bit whiny when he has to find out that you're sick through your story

❥ you get a text that says you know you're supposed to tell me these things y/n

❥ what things? you asked, brain working a little bit slower than usual as you were indeed feeling a little bit clouded

❥ that you're sick >:( and not being taken care of >:((

❥ i can handle it, it's okay

❥ then you receive a simple no, followed by a it's not okay

❥ will search up a good shake to make for sick people and drop it off at your house before he has to go back to the studio

❥ gives you a disappointed look for not telling him sooner but this facade breaks before he leaves you. he still asks, "but really, y/n, are you okay? because i can probably tell the company i have an emergency-"

❥ you wave off the offer, "jihoon, go make your music," you chuckled, "frankly i think the worst of it has passed, i'm okay, really"

❥ he nods, but still looks at you a little skeptically, "are you sure?"

❥ "yes, yes"

❥ "okay, so i'll head out for now, but i'll try to come by again when i'm done," he says, starting to walk down the hall towards the elevator, "i'll text you first and if you don't reply i'll assume you're sleeping and i'll just come back tomorrow, okay?"

❥ "okay, that works" you agree, chuckling as he keeps turning back as he walks away

❥ "you're still sure?"

❥ "i'm sure" you confirm

❥ "are you really? i can call right now" he says, keeping the elevator open for one last question

❥ "go to work, jihoon!" you say, both of you chuckling as you both wave goodbye

dokyeom:

❥ feels like the worst boyfriend ever to not have known, as if by dating a telepathic connection would automatically be formed between the two of you

❥ doesn't even complain about how you didn't tell him in the first place

❥ somehow he finds out through your best friend, who sent him a text asking if they could drop off your medicine at hybe since they were supposed to stop by your place but then couldn't

❥ (your friend knew you didn't want to worry him amidst his approaching comeback, but they had an emergency)

❥ when you open your door, you're very surprised to not only see your boyfriend, but to see your boyfriend on his knees, holding the bag of medicine

❥ "baby i'm so sorry" he looks so genuine in his apology too HELP

❥ "for what- wait, get up first" you stutter, helping him back to his feet

❥ "you're sick! i should've been taking care of you" he says with a pout, holding onto your forearms

❥ "but you have your comeback to worry about-" you try but he's already shaking his head, he checks your temperature by placing the back of his hand on your forehead before cupping your cheek

❥ "we're perfectly on schedule for that, i could've taken care of you regardless. c'mon baby, let me make it up to you" (when he literally has nothing to make up for)

❥ will baby you and there's no stopping it until you're fully back to regular health

❥ almost insists on feeding you, keeps track of when you should take your medicine, and also routinely checks if you're staying hydrated

❥ even when he has to leave your apartment (which you have to convince him that you can survive on your own) he checks up on you through texts

mingyu:

❥ appalled that you didn't tell him as soon as you were starting to feel under the weather

❥ he discovers that you're sick when he calls you and you try to answer, only to start coughing. the smile that he always has when he calls you is soon wiped away

❥ "you're not feeling good? since when, baby?"

❥ "uh, i don't know 'gyu, maybe monday?" it was thursday, so you've been feeling sick for a couple days now?? it's definitely news to him

❥ "i'm gonna make you something to feel better," he promises, telling you that he'll be over soon before you could protest

❥ when he arrives you see that he has a bag of groceries in one hand and he's automatically moving towards your kitchen

❥ "'gyu you really didn't have to," you say trailing behind him, "besides, what if you get sick? then you can't practice and perform..."

❥ "company? hybe, who?" he asks, and for a moment you almost believe the fake confused look he's giving you (they're really getting better with acting on that don't lie series)

❥ "i only have one job right now" he deadpans, "and it's to feed you well today"

❥ you sit in the kitchen as you watch him work, resting your head on your table because it feels too heavy to lift it

❥ mingyu occasionally glances towards you too, heart aching over your lack of usual energy

❥ when he finishes cooking, he scoops out your portion and lightly garnishes it before setting your bowl down in front of you (you managed to lift your head for this)

❥ frankly, the entire kitchen was starting to smell good, but the bowl being directly on front of you smelled even better

❥ "thank you for this, i love you, you know," you say before scooping some of the hot soup and blowing on your spoon to cool it

❥ he doesn't even serve himself yet, he just watches you as you take your first bite, smiling when you excitedly prepare your second, then your third

❥ "this is really good 'gyu"

❥ he smiles even wider, "yeah?"

❥ "i love it, and you" you repeat

❥ "i love you too," he says, "and i'll always make you something so you can feel better"

minghao:

❥ i think by the time he finds out he's giving you a scolding while simultaneously walking around your house and adjusting things better for you

❥ he makes you sit down and rest your head back as he puts a wet cloth on your forehead

❥ "you, sit. the sick person shouldn't argue" he tells you, but not without running a hand down the side of your head

❥ you close your eyes for a moment, hearing minghao things shuffle around. you wonder what he's up to but you actually end up falling asleep

❥ when you wake up, the wet cloth is gone from your forehead and the living room seems a little neater. then when you walk around, you see that he's already gone out and bought some medicine and organized them on your table

❥ on your fridge there's a note that says what medicine you should take when, a reminder to drink water, and a reminder to call him if you need anything

❥ he's coming out of your room when you see him, "oh you're up? i just made your bed" (in fact, he tidied your entire room)

❥ "do you want to have a bath?" he asks, and if you do, he WILL wash your hair for you and give you one of the most soothing massages. you can literally just sit in the tub and not have to lift a finger

❥ will pat you down with your towel and get you into new pajamas (that he threw into the drier right before so they're extra toasty)

❥ detangles and blow dries your hair after, and this whole pampering session does somewhat lift how you feel

❥ makes you eat some dinner, but not too much so your stomach can handle it

❥ "thank you for all of this, hao" you tell him as you sip your soup

❥ "you don't have to thank me, it's my job to make you feel better" he tells you, "you don't ever have to hide not feeling well from me, okay?"

❥ will indeed tuck you into bed that day before he leaves too

seungkwan:

❥ unfortunately he's on tour when you get sick, so you really don't want to add to his stress

❥ but your boo is the kind that gets fussy even when you get a papercut

❥ he's the kind to insist on being the person to wrap your finger up with a bandaid

❥ so when he hears your groggy voice on your daily phone call it immediately catches his attention

❥ "somethings up" he concurs

❥ "what's up?" you ask

❥ "you're voice" he notes, "it's different than usual"

❥ "no it's not" you say, attempting to sound as normal as possible with your throat so scratchy

❥ "y/n, are you sick?"

❥ "no this is just my voice"

❥ a deep sigh. "you should really tell me when you're not feeling well..." and the lecture on why you need to keep yourself healthy ensues

❥ really, within this lecture you can tell he isn't mad, as his voice is really laced with concern and you have to tell him multiple times that it's just a cold and no he should not abandon the rest of his tour

❥ on top of the lecture, he asks you about your symptoms like he's a doctor while also making you promise to go see a doctor the next day (with a virtual pinky promise)

❥ he's still a bit pouty as you end your call but of course he still tells you, "you know i'm not actually mad and that i love you but i will be if you get sick again and don't tell me when i'm actually around" >:(

vernon:

❥ i feel like i write vernon as a confused person a lot but here it is again, he's confused

❥ why would you not tell him?

❥ obviously, he's also concerned when he comes over and you're coughing like crazy

❥ he's rubbing up and down your back as he asks, "why wouldn't you tell me about this?"

❥ "didn't want you to worry about something small"

❥ "well clearly, this is not something small" he says somewhat matter-of-factly, and after a moment he asks "are we not dating?"

❥ he's speaking so casually and without a single trace of annoyance

❥ "of course we're dating"

❥ "then you tell me," he says softly, "it's part of my boyfriend duties. it's like one of the immediate ones"

❥ this made you giggle, "you're disappointed you couldn't fulfill your boyfriend duties?"

❥ he scoffs but softens when you cough again, "well, yeah"

dino:

❥ "how could you not tell me! y/n" he exclaims when he comes over and sees your coffee table scattered with tissues and with you wrapped up in your duvet like a cocoon

❥ "didn't want to worry you, you have that comeback soon, right?"

❥ "that doesn't matter!" he partially whines, "not when you're home like this!"

❥ "i can't dance when i know my baby is sick!" he continues, dropping his body weight on the couch next to you

❥ "i'm fine i can handle myself-" you try with a voice already muffled by your runny nose, only to be interrupted by your own body needing to sneeze

❥ "but you're not fine! that sneeze made your whole house shake!"

❥ "chan you're making my head hurt more with your dramatic ass!" you whined, wincing at the volume of your own voice too

❥ this makes him calm down lmao, reaching over to you wrapped like a burrito to pull you close, "okay okay, i'll stop yelling, i'm sorry" he chuckles, "but can you promise to let me know next time so i can take care of you? please?"

❥ you rolled your eyes jokingly, but agreed

[guiraguira]

I love that despite you always describing Jakurai so angelic and pure in your works, you have his drink face as a profile pic lol..

So, maybe a fem! s/o just wanted to spend an evening with Jakurai and made a small party with dessert and cocktails.. but didn't warn him that this delicious drink is not just juicy but some sort of an alcoholic cocktail? And Jakurai suddenly confesses his love to her in this state? You can make it SFW or NSFW, as you wish!! <3

Just a little alcohol🔥

Ah, Now that you say it you are right Lol, His face drinking in the manga is very funny and I could not help it.

Oh! Jakurai drunk is something dangerous! You have to be careful! (I think I exceeded a little sorry)

Warnings: alcohol, personality change, some aggressiveness, masturbation, oral, dirty talk?

Jakurai drunk x fem reader!

° You had waited a lot of time for this little opportunity to invite him to dinner in your department, but being a coward you disguised him as a small party in which you also invited Hifumi and Doppo with the hope that understanding what you were trying to retire early. Two years have passed since you work with him as a nurse and gradually this feeling of companionship became love.

° As the night progressed you left the idea of spending more time with him in private, concentrating on at least enjoying the evening with everyone. Hifumi had a couple of dishes as well and as a gift gave you one of the best -selling drinks of his host club, sweet and alcoholic equally, of which he spoke very often.

° In part you felt grateful that he accepted even before knowing that his friends would also go. That gave you a little hope that perhaps, a distant future corresponded to your feelings and your fantasies of being his partner would cease to be.

° Hifumi's laughs were spreading everyone and although there was a background movie, nobody was really watching her. Each telling his rarest anecdotes of the week, even Jakurai participated in that unusually animated. You did not pay much attention to what he said, your mind was focused on how his lips moved while talking, something that he surely noticed.

° You were absorbed in their gestures, following every small detail. Barely testing bite of everything you prepared, see him feed is more than enough for you. When you broadcast a high sigh, I ask if you are fine since I notice how little you ate. You lie quickly saying that you ate during the cooking of the dishes and you are already full. His eyes interrogate you for longer and you feel like a slight blush dye your cheeks. It does not believe you completely, but accept what you say.

° Near midnight Doppo began to worry because the next day he had to go to work and was getting late, giving him the reason Hifumi also thought it was time to retire. Collecting the dishes of the table, your hands intersect with those of the doctor who removes them for you and takes them to the kitchen.

° Despite announcing that they should leave, they were so lively that they kept talking until the departure was inevitable. Guiding them to your door, you greet the three, assuming that Jakurai would also leave. But it was not so, he stayed by your side when they two left, closing the door for you and heading to the kitchen continued to clean.

° "You don't have to do that, I thought you were leaving, you don't have a job tomorrow?" You say something confused while you help it to clean it too. "Ah, but I have no job tomorrow, let me do this yes?" He slightly incline him head smiling, convincing you instantly.

° Your mind is stunned because unexpectedly you had managed to be alone with him in your apartment, not in the way you expected but that was not a problem. The problem is how silent everything was in contrast to a few moments ago.

° What are you supposed to do now? The tranquility is suffocating you no longer looking at it and without realizing they end up faster than expected. In a desperate attempt to spend more time with him you remember the drink that Hifumi leaves and you offer it in thanks.

° Do you leave a cup for each one and serve the drinks "actually ... I was thinking you were a bit distracted ... something happened?" Sitting gracefully in front of you now if you are totally exposed, you knew that you had small slips, but there was no way you were so obvious. "I talk about work too, it is not that you had mistakes or something alone ..." Leave the phrase in half and he take the first sip, abruptly swallow all the drink at once.

° You had never seen him take, so you didn't know that he enjoyed alcohol so much using another cup and swallowing it in the same way as before you are absolutely surprised. Suddenly his head falls on the table, but lifts it quickly.

° You hadn't even sat when he stands and shouts raising his fist in the air laughing "ahhhhh ~~ this is very good! The party must continue and it is better if we are alone"

° With a hidden face for his hair, he approaches you invading your personal space, he has a speed that is not typical of him, taking carefully, you take a step back to get away, but you can't go back behind from you is the kitchen's countertop with which you are trapped.

° The proximity is such that their purple strands obscure the light around you as a curtain. You look up to his face looking for his eyes and an explanation but he is so close that you can feel his breathing, you try to push him by putting pressure on his torso but he holds your hand firmly with both hands of his hands.

° "I need you to try this, Hifumi was not wrong is the best!" Without releasing your hand he reached the drink and wait for you to drink "that's!" Drawing with him serves another drink and takes the same cup that you had used, keep driving you a couple more times until you tell him that you cannot anymore.

° "No, no, you must continue drinking for cheating on me! I thought we were alone and it was not so" acting on a way again pushed you against the countertop. "It was the perfect opportunity to confess to me, I was sure that it would be today for that I asked tomorrow free" his arms close everything possible and invade your space again, but you still process what he said before.

° "were you going to confess?" Your eyes light up by leaving aside the situation. "What if I was going? Forget about that" stretching on you, intimidating you with your figure and bringing his face closer to the point where you can smell his breath low his voice to a more serious than normal. "S/O, I like you for a year but I didn't want to hurry things, every opportunity I had always interrupted" there is a blush on their cheeks but you don't know if it's for alcohol or his words

° "I am in love with you, this heart only be beating in this way from the moment he found out someone there could whom he could love" pressing your hand against his chest could confirm how agitated he was and how incredibly fast . "S/O, I adore every centimeter of you. S/o do you love me?" Your knees yield for the tone of your voice, closeness and sincerity.

° Timidly nods "I love you too Jakurai .." Then he kisses you, a little more aggressive than you would like but you cannot complain, slowly becomes softer until you separate in search of oxygen.

° "Now allow you to give you a real kiss that I have been holding on and let me keep drinking" I feel you on the table and kiss your crotch dressed keeping visual contact. You close your thighs for surprise and its unexpected strength. Damn that you liked more than it should.

° Removing your pants and underwear is only dedicated to kissing your older lips and clitoris, licking and devouring all your juices but without giving you more stimulation. It keeps you firmly open for him, panting sound and vulgarly without an apice of shame against your entrance, it is exciting and that warms you as much or more than his elegant personality.

° Your breathing is broken every time you think he will use his fingers, but nothing of that happens, at least not yet. You put a hand in his head asking more and he responds by sinking his face more, ticking you with your nose and breathing.

° "I hope you also have free tomorrow, because I do not plan to finish" it bites very close to your center causing a stab of pleasure that you know very well and you are ashamed that it happens so fast and for so little. Fulfilling his promise take to the last drop of your orgasm, containing your hip that did not stop shaking

° Ruborized and trembling, collapse on your back trying to stabilize your breathing. Nor did you know that you liked this kind of dirty things. He falls on you, crushing you, containing you against the hard surface. A few drops fall from their chin on your lips and he also cleanses them. You can feel the mixture of flavors and differently differentiate each one.

° One of his hands holds your waist and the other grabs your arm licking before bite. Start push with great power your center, he is still dressed, so you can barely feel his member but knowing that he is like that for you drives you crazy. Drag his mouth by your arm, you clearly feel how his groans die in his throat. His looks at you is melting your mind.

° Your juices stain his pants, but he does not seem to care looking for more friction "s/o ... s/or ... say ... that you love me ..." with difficulty and between gasps he pronounces those words, with a saliva thread shining in the corner of his lips, without stopping his thrusts.

° You open your mouth but you cannot say it, you are rendered, so that your body is not able to move and doubts even to be able to raise a hand. ".... I love ..." You move your lips just being able to say the latter. He understands perfectly.

° his hips stop his madness to give rise to his fingers that are finally introduced there. His enthusiasm clearly shows you that he has no intention of ending quickly and knows that he meets his words.

° Stop looking you for a second, scanning the doors of your department. You know you are looking for your room. Ahh damn, this was just beginning. Your mind, before surrendering to pleasure you think you should thank Hifumi properly after this.

[emberedroses]

Hands that Heal [Bucky x Reader]: Prologue

Masterlist

Summary: You're the Avengers newest all-star Medic. Your life changes when you meet the infamous Bucky Barnes, who is unlike any veteran you've met before in your career.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

!! Warning: 18+; Minors DNI !!

Holy Shit, You're Iron Man

Your vision blurred under the white office lights. You wrist and hand strained as you held the pen you were working with. You had been sitting down for so many hours you felt that you would buckle under your weight if you decided to stand up. 

'What time is it?'

Your tired eyes darted toward your phone that was turned over next to you. You reach to turn it over and lazily tap on the screen twice. The blue light illuminates over your glossy eyes and you forced a painful breath out at the sight of the hour.

'11:12 p.m.'

You sighed and returned your attention back to the mountain of charts and forms in front of you. You have been in your office since seven in the morning and you hadn't had a break since one that afternoon. You were used to staying an hour or two after closing, but because of a bad hiring decision, you were stuck doing the paperwork of the five new staff hires. You were close to finishing, but what really got to you is that, no what what time you finish, you were still expected to show up at seven a.m. to open tomorrow.

'I told them it was a bad idea to hire so many interns! But no, it's 'good business',' You felt the heat go to your face as you chugged the rest of your (favorite flavor) energy drink. You shook you head and resumed your internal argument. 'They get paid peanuts so of course I'm not going to let them stay any overtime no matter how much the boss pressures them into doing so. Even if they did, it's not like it would be any good for our patients. They don't have enough experience to be giving complicated treatments to these people, why does he insist of letting them be in charge of doing anything other than paper work?' 

If it were any other day, the senior therapist, Liliana, would be here with you, but she had stayed up with you for the past two weeks and you say how badly it was starting to effect her. You managed to convince the boss to have her leave early. It was a miracle within itself that he said 'yes' at all. 

'Thirty more minutes. I can hold out for another thirty minutes.'

Your eyelids might as well have been bricks as you struggled to keep them open. You eyes fixated on the white page in front of you, but your vision began to blur and your mind was cloudy from exhaustion. You couldn't even make out the words in front of you.

'Just thirty more minutes.'

"Dr. Delmar?" 

You yelped and your body literally jolted itself into awareness. You turned your head towards the source of the robotic voice calling you. Your skin grew cold as your recognized who was at your door. 

"Holy shit!" You quickly cover you mouth, mortified that you dared to utter profanity at the man in front of you. "I am so sorry, Mr. Iron Man, sir!" 

You wanted to sink down to your knees before the man in the glistening crimson and gold suit. It wouldn't erase what you said to him, but you thought the gesture would have at least made him go easy on you.

'Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what did I do to get IRON MAN's attention?'

Deciding against embarrassing yourself further, you removed your hand from your mouth and shakily place your hands on your desk.

"Well, Dr. (y/n), you have no idea how many of my resources I've exhausted into finding you, my dear." 

"O-oh, re-really? Me? Wow," You didn't know whether to be flattered or deathly afraid. You knew the type of people Iron Man and his team of Avengers hunted. No matter what, if they were looking for you, it meant nothing good. "He-hey, I'm not in any trouble, am I?" 

A robotic laugh echoed through the room. Your shoulders raised slightly, unsure of how to interrupt it. He tapped on the side of his head, and the armored mask he was wearing disappeared and collapsed into the metal hem of his suit. Out of you own exhaustion you gasped seeing the man hiding in the 'iron' suit.

'Fuck, it's him.'

Before you knew it, the myth himself smiled at you. Your cheeks grew warm at the sight of his pearly white teeth. The effect Tony Stark had on others astounded you since you first day you ever saw him on TV. You never thought that the same man who had you starstruck as a teenager would be standing in front of you. 

"Trouble? No, no, no, don't get this twisted. It wasn't 'that' kind of looking for. No, you see, you've peaked my interest for quite some time. In fact, ever since I first saw your picture in the paper," Tony raised his wrist toward his chin and began typing something onto it. A blue holographic image projected a newspaper article with your picture in it along with the headline, 'NEW YORK NATIVE BECOMES DOCTOR AT 23.' "You have quite the resume too. You were a high school graduate at fifteen, yet you still went to a community college and was a licensed physiotherapist at nineteen. I'm sure it didn't surprise anyone when you received your doctorates at twenty-three. That's the average age of a medical student in the United States, I assume you know that, right?"

"Y-yeah, it took a lot of hard work to get to where I am."

 You tried not to sound too arrogant in front of Tony Stark. The last thing you wanted was to bite the hand that served you so many nice compliments. At the same time, you couldn't stop stuttering as your words dragged themselves out because of your own exhaustion. 

"I'm sure," He chuckled lightly. "I read your thesis on the healing properties of water and cold therapy. Quite interesting."

"That is a huge compliment coming from you, sir," His eyebrow raised as you sputtered out the sentence. You've always wanted to talk to the one and only Tony Stark, but never thought he would be handing you so many compliments at once. Which begged the question, 'What is it that he wants?' "I-I did want to thank you for something though. My major didn't qualify for a grant under Stark Industries, but I still used the open textbook resources from your foundation that saved me hundreds of dollars. If it weren't for you, I don't know how much debt I would be in." 

"Funny you bring that up. You're a doctor, yet, you're almost four-hundred thousand dollars in debt, nearly twice the national average for someone at your level." 

Your felt something in your chest twist. A shiver prodded at your spine. No one, not even your own dad, knew about your loan debt. How was it that Tony Stark, Iron Man himself, knew?

"H-how did you-?"

"Likely, it's because you hold employment here. Hell, you're basically volunteering your time since you get paid pennies a week compared to what you could be making opening a private practice or working through insurance."

"I-I," You stood up quietly, the room filing with the sound of your own joints popping from how long you have been sitting down. You cringed slightly. You wanted to defend yourself and the people you work for. But you find that hard to do when you own patients tell you that you work too hard or your co-workers try to convince you that you are far too overqualified for this place. You eyes dart to a framed photo at the corner of the desk, and you remembered why you could never part from this place. "I can't leave."

"Can't?" You gulped. He shook his head and gave you a look that said 'you have to be kidding me'. The corners of your mouth formed an uncomfortable frown as he continued to speak. "From testimony from your boss and co-workers, you do a pretty damn good job given the shitty pay."

'The boss said that? About me?' You refrained yourself from bursting out laughing. 'Well, I'd sing praises too if Iron Man was in front of me.'

"Hence why I'm here. Look, Dr. Delmar, I would like to give a job opportunity you can't refuse."

"What?"

"I tend to scout only the best of the best. Which is why I employ the people that I do. The best spies, the best scientists, the best medics. We at the Avengers only want the BEST so we can do the BEST work for the world," Your eyes felt shaky. You never knew they could vibrate against your skull like they did. Then again, you've never felt an emotion like this before. A brew of excitement and guilt. You clung onto his pausing breath like a nervous child latched onto their parents legs. You and this child  had something in common: you both fear what come next if you let go. "Which is why I want you to work for my team." 

"You-you have to be joking?" 

'Right?' 

"Our employee benefits are amazing too, may I add. Having a billionaire philanthropist for a boss has its unspoken perks," He seemed to be proud of that sentence as place a hand over his right collarbone. "You get all the basic stuff, medical and mental health services, and amazing retirement plans," He looked up, seemingly lost in his own words. "Oh, dental, that one is important nowadays!"

'He's not joking.' 

"We offer generous maternity leave, paid leave, paid vacation time, paid overtime!" 

'Paid overtime? I-I could get out of debt with that!'

You looked over at the picture again. His face haunted you. You sighed in defeat.

"T-this is a great honor to be offered a position like this from you of all people," You shook your head. Your chest felt heavy, as you looked over at Tony's patient face. "But I'm sorry, I can't go through with it."

"There is one more benefit that I haven't mentioned. Under Stark Industries, and working for the Avengers, you access to top-tier lawyers in case of any-" Tony paused to look at you. You averted his gaze for the first time in you two talking. Law talk always made you uncomfortable. "Mishaps that happen in and out of Avengers Headquarters. You know how damaging it could be to a reputation if something where to come out about you and your practices." 

"What are you saying, Mr. Stark?"

"See, I didn't just find out about you through the paper. It was through an underground investigation done by a private investigator employed by me. From what I was able to gather, you've been busy in places outside of the Veteran's Center,"

'What?'

"I have hundreds of pages of evidence that you have the unique ability to heal using water." 

"No, wh-what are you talking about?" 

"For instance, the Gabrielle Salazar case."

It was a name you knew well. A name you associate with your greatest feat: healing what cannot be healed.

Gabrielle's father, Moses, was an active-duty Marine and a friend of your dad's. His daughter is nearly eight years younger than you and only a toddler when you first met her. As you both grew up, you were always too busy with school to get to know her well, except when you would overhear a conversation between Moses and your dad about Gabrielle's muscle condition that was slowly killing the girl. When you began to first use your abilities to heal, your parents ensured that they kept their circle small and only allowed you to heal people within the family. Even that came with its restrictions, as they only let you cure minor injuries like the occasional scrap or minor burn. You were only months away from receiving your license when your dad came to you asking if you could attempt to heal Gabrielle as her condition was on the verge of worsening. It took a week of small and straining sessions, but you got her to walk again.

'What does he know about Gabbie?' 

"She was diagnosed with minor form muscle dystrophy that effected her ability to walk. She was wheelchair bound and because of lack of money from her parents, her condition was worsening. In the matter of one week, to the surprise of her doctors, she walked into their office for a general check up. She hasn't had any complication since,"

'How does he know about her story?'

"They cited physical therapy as the cure to their daughters condition, but failed to say who they went to go see. Here," It was a video of you helping Gabrielle walk. Your breath hitched as you heard your dad laughing at the miracle that was happening before everyone's eyes. "That's you, isn't it?"

You stared at Tony, who was still watching the video. You didn't know what to do, nor say, nor think. You're mind was foggy. So many emotions were rising within you, that all you could do was stare.

'What is he planning to do with that video? With Gabrielle?' 

"H-hey, look, I'm licensed, you can't put anything on me." 

"Not at the time. You were given your license in July of XX15. The Gabrielle case took place two months prior. You can go to jail for upwards of sixty years for practicing without a license as well as medical malpractice. Or worse, get you licensed suspended indefinitely." 

"How did you-?" 

"We like to keep track of those with special abilities in the area. It's a precautions we have to take to ensure there is no abuse done by those with said powers,"

'Abuse? I don't abuse my abilities?' You thought back for a moment, thinking of every patient you have healed. You shook you head softly and held back an annoyed huff. 'I would rather die than abuse my powers.'

"Your powers caught my attention. The ability to heal with water? Why would I not want that on my team?" 

"Mr. Stark, is this-?" 

"What, blackmail? No, my dear, I wouldn't dream of such a thing!" His empty chuckles rattled your core. You hated being this powerless. But you knew better than try to pick any argument with an Avenger. You had to measure out your words, especially since you were so exhausted, you couldn't afford to ruin your life over a couple of petty words. "But I am saying that I am a technical mandated reporter. Being one of the heads of the Avengers after all. I can't condone crimes as serious as this one. I know you heard the government isn't too kind with those with special powers."

You paused. Weighing your options.

Option One: You refuse, and lose your license and possibly go to jail for the crime of treating someone without a medical license. Not only that, since you also have 'crazy' abilities. You know more than anyone that the American Government doesn't take kindly to that sort of thing. You'd be put away in a special holding facility for the rest of your days.

Option Two: You go into an environment where you are free to openly use your power of healing for the Avengers. 

It seemed so simple to you, but there was still another thing holding you back. 

'Apa,' A smiling face beamed at you from the frame. You can see your own waist in the reflection. 'Your eyes hold so much life in this shot. Why can't you be here to tell me what to do?'

"Um," You hesitated voice broke the silence. "The folks at this center need me. I can't abandon them like this." 

"Oh, not to worry. I'm ensuring that there are qualified therapists to take your place and make sure the quality for care is improved for every veteran who walks in here to seek care. As of now, I donated a sum of money for this center to add a new mental health wing."

"What?" You squeaked. "Are you serious? That's amazing!" If it weren't for your own body aching with sleep depravation, you would have been jumping for joy at the news. For years, you and the other staff that would come and go would advocate for a mental health center to be added to the center, and hearing that it would finally be a reality nearly brought a tear to your eye. "Mr. Stark, you didn't have to do that, but thank you! I know that everyone here appreciates what you're doing!" 

"I'm aware. It pleases me to know that you deeply care about the patients at this facility. I could tell you care a lot about this place."

"More than you'll know, Mr. Stark."

"I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure this place is improved when you leave."

'I'm really going through with this, aren't I?'

"So," Tony stuck out his hand and the armor over it recoiled and stopped just above his elbow. "What do you say?" 

'There is no reason in me staying if there are going to better staff,' You eyed the picture again. A soft smile appeared on you lips at the sight of it. 'It's not like I'll be gone forever. No one can pull me away from this place.'

You approached Tony who was still near the door with his hand out. You felt him flinch underneath you as you shook his hand. The warmth soothed your whole being, making you more tired. You were so sure you would collapse, but the excitement of a new path kept your still. 

"You have a deal," He smiled again. "Just give me two weeks to put in my notice." 

"Perfect, that gives me ample time to set up your office," 

'An office? Of my own?'

"We can schedule a time for you to come by and have some input on the interior design of it, but for now, you can choose some staff to help you run the place. Just forward their information to me so they can properly be vetted out by my team," 

'My own staff? That I can choose on my own? It's like I'm a real doctor!' You nearly collapsed within yourself at the painful revelation appearing in your own thoughts. 'I am a real doctor. I hadn't realized how restricted I've been for the three years I've been in practice.'

"Other than that, leave me your contact information and we can schedule a meeting with the Capitan and I. That way we can properly go over your duties at Avengers Tower, as well as get your contract and base pay sorted out."

"Of course," You went back to your desk and opened a drawer. You pulled out three business cards and almost tripped over your own feet when walking back over to him. "Here's my information. I gave you three just in case." 

"I look forward to speaking to you in the future, Doctor." 

"As do I, Mr. Stark." 

He smiled and pressed a button on his suit that secured his mask back on. You could nearly see your own reflection in the golden face plate.

"Have a good night." 

"You too!"

You waved your new boss goodbye, and as soon as you saw his silhouette disappear, you nearly lunged yourself towards your phone. You pressed the green 'telephone' icon and quickly dialed a number you knew by heart.

"Cristóbal? Are you busy?" 

'Eh, um, es que estoy con mis jefes ahorita, porque?*

"I have an offer for you."

~~ ~~

The past two weeks were a blur. You already signed a contract with Mr. Stark, your office at Avengers Tower was ready to be used, and you already had your assistant nurse ready for when you begin on Monday.

For now, you were relishing the last time you would come into the Veteran's Center as an employee.

You stood in the center of a room a room full of former and current patients as well as your co-workers and boss. Everyone had already had time to pull you aside and say their goodbyes. You held back tears hearing some of the stories your former patients have told you because of what you did for them. Even better, your usually bitter boss unexpectantly gave you a nice bottle of wine to celebrate your new job venture. 

You kept saying to yourself that things would be okay, but you still felt a sense of guilt by leaving this place. 

'This was his place too. And it will always be apart of me,' You took a sip of sparking apple cider. Due to there being a presence of veterans, alcoholic beverages were prohibited on the property. Not that it mattered. No one could turn down a crisp sip of sparkling cider. 'I could never leave forever.'

One of the newer interns, Asia, got up on a white folding chair and banged a spoon against a plastic champagne cup.

"I propose a toast, to our favorite doctor," Another intern, Jackson, handed her a glass of sparkling cider. "So cheers, to Dr. (y/n) Delmar!"

"FOR DR. (Y/N) DELMAR!"

"Yay!"

"Don't go!"

A collective laugh erupted in the office. You couldn't help but speak up at the sentiment.

"You all act like I'm leaving forever, you know I'll be back in no time to visit and volunteer when I can."

A blonde woman still decked out in her fuchsia scrubs approached you, crying. Liliana was a good friend to you, as well as your mentor. You've known her since you were a child sitting by yourself in the waiting room and she took you under her wing when you began your career as in intern at the Veteran's Center. Seeing her pale face flushed red because of her crying made some tears prick in the corners of your eye. 

"We know, but it won't be the same!" A blonde woman still decked out in her nurse uniform approached you, crying. Liliana was a good friend to you, sticking by you since the moment you were an intern. Seeing her crying made some tears prick in the corners of your eye. "Let us have this moment, (y/n)!"

You laughed at some tears rolled down your warm cheeks. She place the ginger ale she had been sipping on atop of one of the party table. She made you take a few steps back as she threw her arms around you. You, instinctively, wrapped your arms around her waist. 

"Okay, Liliana," She buried her wet face in the crook of your neck. If it weren't for the navy blue turtleneck you were wearing, she would have gotten slobber all over your skin. Your face warmed as you patted her back. "Whatever you want."

Memories of the endless days and nights you would spend in the office together poured over you. You gripped her tighter and whispered some faint 'thank yous' into the air between you.

"Me llamas, y no te olvides de nosotros, okay?"*

"Ya se, nunca olvidaré de todo este lugar me ha dado,"* You whispered into her ear. "Thank you for getting me here."

"Stop!" She stepped back to face you. Her black mascara and some of her blue eyeshadow was smudged around her tired, aging eyes. Still, her beauty shined through her wide smile. "You'll ruin my make up again!"

"Sorry!"

"I forgive you," She pulled you again, even tighter this time. You felt her love illuminating through each beat of her heart. You sunk, limp in her presence. "Just visit us soon, okay?"

You breathed out a breath you've been holding in all night. Finally, you felt at peace in her warm embrace.

'A new start.'

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Translations (in order of appearance)***:

1. 'Well, um, I'm with my parents right now, what's up?'

2. "Call me, and don't forget about us okay?"

3. "I know, I could never forget what this place has given to me."

[deliciousartfox]

Octonauts: Demon slayer au

Story I posted on Wattpad but wanted to share on here as well so here's the story and I hope you like it :)

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕?

"Orson," a lady called out to her son. The boy, Orson, was preparing to head down the mountain to sell coal to the village.

"Your face is all black. Come over here. Because it's risky when it snows, it's alright if you don't go," the lady said while wiping her son's face. It was near New Year, and Orson wanted to sell some coal so they could have a feast

"I'll only go sell a little bit,"

"... Thank you," The door opened from the inside, and a girl, similar to the boy in both age and appearance, spoke up.

"Brother! Are you going to the village today? Let me come too!" Before she could step out, her mother(the lady) scolded her.

" No. You are ill and are in no condition to go out with your brother."

"But I feel better now, I can -" Before she could finish, her mother cut her off.

"No, Ursa, you were vomiting 2 days ago, and just yesterday you were coughing and sneezing left and right. You are staying home with me and your siblings."

"I'll buy you candy while I'm out Ursa, so just stay home and rest okay," Orson said while trying to convince his twin sister to stay home. After some bargaining, he left saying goodbye to his sister and mother.

Life wasn't easy, but it was a blessing. But, concerning life, it is like looking at the sky. It changes and moves because there aren't times when it stays clear for a long time. There also aren't times when it snows for a long time. Thus times when happiness is broken, there is always the scent of blood.

" Well, if it isn't Orson," a woman commented. Orson was prominent in his town, along with his family. They were known for helping people, and for working hard, there is not one person who hasn't at least heard of them.

"You came down from the mountain on a day like this, good work, but you'll catch a cold like this."

"I want to buy some charcoal!"

"Thank you for fixing up my door for me!"

"I also want to buy some charcoal!"

"AHHHHHHH ORSON I'M GLAD YOU'RE HERE. CAN YOU TELL WHO BROKE THESE DISHES? PLEASE SMELL THESE!" Being a hard worker isn't the only thing Orson is known for. Orson is also known for having a strong, sensitive nose; They say he can smell anything from 20 miles away, maybe more if he pushes. Orson leans forward and takes a sniff of the broken plate.

"It smells like a cat,"

"Eh, a cat?"

"SEE I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME!!!!!!!!!!!"

The sun was setting, and the vibrant hues of red, orange, pink, and purple were a stage that Orson would never forget. It was getting late, and Orson needed to get home before the sun was fully set.

"HEY ORSON, ARE YOU RETURNING TO THE MOUNTAIN?" A voice shouted out

"You can't continue. It's too dangerous!"

"O-oh, it's ok, My nose can smell anything. I'll be fine -"

"I'll let you stay the night, just come,"

"But..."

"ENOUGH! The demons will appear..." And with that, Orson went inside.

"Since long ago, human-eating demons come out to hunt at night, and because of that, it's a problem to walk around at night. You'll get eaten, it's beat if you sleep here, wake up early tomorrow and return home," Orson was tucked in his futon while listening to the old man. If you were to ask Orson if he believed in demons, he would say no. Orson has ventured out during the dark and it safe to say, he has never seen a demon."

"Can the demons not enter houses?" he asked

"No, they can enter..." Orson wanted to scoff. He would have been home at this point. What difference did it make if the demon could just barge in the house?

"In that case... everyone.... would be eaten by demons..." the white-haired boy yawned before closing his eyes.

"...The Demons hunters kill the demons for us.... since long ago..."

He must be lonely, living alone since his family died. Next time, I'll invite my mother and sister along. Even though it's scary, it's okay since demons don't exist. Even though I'm certain that such man-eating monsters don't exist, our grandmother said the same thing before she passed.

The morning arrived, and Orson had just left the old man's house. The morning air was cold, but he would make sure to arrive home on time.

T̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶a̶p̶p̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶, t̶h̶e̶ s̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ o̶f̶ b̶l̶o̶o̶d̶ i̶s̶ a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶.

Orson knew what to expect when he arrived home. He would see his mother awake, fixing up Breakfast, and his sister would most likely either be asleep or doing some other chores. His other siblings would also be helping around the house (except for the youngest, he could sleep all day if they let him). But what he didn't expect was for his mother and sister to be covered in blood just outside the door. His dear sister inside the arms of their mother, an image forever engraved in his head.

"WHAT THE- WHAT- HOW DID THIS HAPPEN-WHAT HAPPENED!" The scene inside was more gruesome, his 2 younger brothers, one cut in half and the other-he couldn't even recognize him; if only by his clothes, for his face was nothing but a mess of flesh and blood. Orson went and knelt in front of his mother, his shaking hands moving his mother's hair away from her face. That was until he felt something, -warmth-, not from his mother but from his twin sister. His sister was still alive, and with that, he picked her up on his back and ran back down the mountain.

Only Ursa had warmth in her body. If she sees a doctor, they might be able to save her. How did such a thing happen? A bear? Did a bear that wasn't hibernating appear? It was painful to breathe... the frozen air burned his lungs... but he knew he had to move forward... he had to move his legs faster.

They were still far from the village, he needed to go faster. He wouldn't let her die, he was going to save her no matter what.

"Your big brother will save you..." He felt Ursa shift behind him; her movement becoming more agitated before griping her brother's shoulder violently and growling loudly.

"GAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The sudden movement caused Orson to slip off the cliff.

' SHIT ' Orson closed his eyes preparing for the worse, but the soft snow softened his fall. He lays there for a while before opening his eyes.

" ...I'm saved...the snow, I slipped and fell on snow- URSAA!" Ursa was standing there swaying side to side in her bloodied clothes.

"Ursa! Are you OK, you don't have to walk. Let me carry you down the mountain! Ursa!!!" It was Ursa, but she didn't look like her. It was her eyes, they no longer held compassion, they looked angry.

They looked hungry

She was fast. She jumped on her twin with murderous intent, the only thing stopping her from biting her brother was the axe he had on him.

"A demon!" The old man's words came to his mind at that moment. Ursa, a demon? No, that's not right, Ursa has been a human ever since she was born. But her scent was different. Orson knew, though, that Ursa didn't do anything as she had no scent of their brother's blood and was being protected by their mother.

"Oof!" Her body was getting bigger, and her strength was increasing.

"While I was sleeping comfortably, you were all suffering. You were all hurting. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

"URSA! Try your best, Ursa! Try your best to hold it off! Somehow, you turned into a demon, Pull yourself together! I believe in you, Ursa!" A drop fell on the little polar bear boy. Ursa was now crying, muffled by the axe in her mouth. Too distracted by the situation at hand, neither of the two felt the presence of the intruder.

The two of them move out of the way just in time to avoid the sword. A man in a light blue lapis haori and black uniform attacked them with a sword. He had snow-white hair and blue eyes.

"Who was that...is that a Katana? "

"... Why did you protect them?" Orson snapped out of his trance and responded in a panic.

"YOUNGER, SHE'S MY YOUNGER SISTER!" She continued to growl, arms reaching toward the armed man.

".... I'm afraid she's no longer your sister..." He raced towards them. Abnormally quickly. Orson ducked his head trying to protect his sister, but he quickly realized that she was no longer in his arms.

"GYAAAHHHHHHH!!!" His sister was held with her arms behind her by the man in blue.

"URSA!" he yelled standing up abruptly.

"Don't worry, My job is to protect you against demons. I apologize... but I will have to decapitate your sister,"

"PLEASE WAIT, URSA HASN'T KILLED ANYONE! At the location of our home, there was another scent that I never smelled before! Whatever killed everyone was probably that! Ursa is different, I don't know why she's behaving like that but-"

"It's quite simple, If an open wound is exposed to demon blood, then you become a demon. This is how man-eating people multiply"

"URSA HASN'T EATEN ANYONE!" The swordsman was shocked by how persistent the boy was. He believed him when he said that she has yet to eat anyone, but he says it like it's always going to be that way.

"She was just about to eat you,"

"THAT WRONG! YOU CAN'T KNOW FOR SURE IN MY CASE! I WON'T LET HER HURT ANYONE! I'LL TURN URSA BACK INTO HUMAN, I'LL FIND A CURE!"

"I'm sorry, but there is no cure, there is no way to turn a demon back into a human."

"THEN I'LL FIND A WAY, I'LL FIND A WAY TO CURE HER SO PLEASE DON'T KILL HER! I'LL FIND THE ONES WHO KILLED MY FAMILY, I'LL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING SO PLEASE.... PLEASE" His begging was useless. The man raised his sword toward Ursa's neck, ready to cut her head off. Everything else was taken from him, so in a last attempt, he went on his knees and truly begged.

"Please stop......whatever you do, please don't kill my sister...I beg of you..." He couldn't hold his tears anymore.

"I beg of you...."The man snapped, finally losing his patience.

"YOU CAN'T GRASP AUTHORITY OVER SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE AND DEATH." Orson raised his head abruptly with a shocked look, still covered in tears.

"DON'T GROVEL LIKE THAT AND GIVE YOUR ENEMIES A CHANCE TO KILL YOU. TAKEN AWAY? IN THAT TIME THEY WERE TAKEN AWAY, WHERE WERE YOU? CURE YOUR SISTER? TAKE REVENGE? IT'S HIGHLY RIDICULOUS! FOR THE WEAK THERE IS NO RIGHT OR OTHER CHOICES."

"ENTIRELY WITH FORCE, THE STRONG CAN MAKE OTHERS SURENDER, MAYBE THE DEMON KNOWS HOW TO CURE YOUR SISTER, BUT I DOUBT THE DEMON WILL HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR YOU. WHY DIDN'T YOU SWING YOUR AXE? WHY DID YOU SHOW ME YOUR BACK? IS IT OKAY IF I BEHEAD YOUR SISTER IN FRONT OF YOU?"

'Don't cry. Don't despair. Don't do these things now. I know that you were knocked down. Your only family left became a demon. It's painful, isn't it? You want to shout, don't you? I understand.'

'Half a day. If I had arrived half a day earlier, your family wouldn't be dead. However, time can not be reversed. Be angry. Say that it's unforgivable. A strong, pure anger. Let it become an unshakable driving force such that your limbs can't be moved.'

'Frail resolution will not save and cure your sister, it will not kill your family's enemy.'

"STOP!" It was too late. The swordsman stabbed his sister in the shoulder, earning him a painful screech from the demon girl.

"STOP!" Orson picked up a rock and flung it toward the Swordsman. Not like it would do much, as the man easily blocked the little pebble. Orson ran behind a tree, picking up another rock and throwing it at the man as he once again dodged it.

"YAAAAAAAHHH!!!" He ran up to the man with the blue haori. An attack based on emotions. But the boy can't win against an experienced swordsman. As he used the handle of the sword to knock the boy out, he fell on the snow before being fully unconscious.

"........ Where is the a-" Out of nowhere the axe came flying toward the man's face just bearly missing. Just before he hid behind the tree he threw the stone, then he threw the axe up. He hid the fact that he was unarmed with his charging posture because he knew he couldn't defeat him. He tried to bring him down after he got knocked out.

"GAAAAAHHHHH" Ursa kicked the man out of the way, making her way toward her now unconscious brother.

'Crap! He'll get eaten!' Ursa got to Orson.

'Ursa is different!'

'She doesn't eat people!' Ursa got in front of Orson in a protective stance growling at him

'A long time ago... There was a guy who said the same thing and was eaten. Demon in a "starving condition" would eat their parents or siblings. Fixing that wound would consume a lot of energy. Also, because turning into a demon requires a lot of stamina, without a doubt right now she is very hungry. She's going to want to eat anytime now but those defensive movements, it's as if she's warning me...' She lunged at him, ready to attack.

"Maybe something is different about these two"

And with just a single hit to the neck, Ursa passed out.

A mother and two brothers surrounded Orson in a pitch-black void, looking at him with sorrow.

"I'm sorry for leaving you, Orson. Take care of Ursa for us" Orson woke up gripping some cloth. The cloth ended up being Ursa's haori. She was sleeping with a bamboo muzzle in her mouth.

"Are you awake?" Orson tugged Ursa close to him in panic

" ... Go visit a man named Natquick Belov, who lives at the foot of the misty mountain. Tell him that Barnacles Belov sent you. Because it's cloudy it should be OK. Make sure the sunlight never touches your sister... And I'm sorry for my outburst, I wish you luck." He vanished too quickly for the eye to see as if he wasn't there in the first place. Leaving Orson and Ursa there all alone.

Orson went back to the house to bury his family. Orson prayed while Ursa stared off into the distance.

"Let's go" Orson grabbed his sister's hand and with one final look, they took off.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜

[blindrapture]

SUNDAY MAY 29TH, 2011 (Everyone's Benefit)

7:05 AM I’m happy. "I'm happy too." Hi, Mistress. "It says here you want to 'deal with' me." I, uh. I just want to make sure that Donnie and I can be safe. "Well said. I want that too. I need you in top form for your job on Wednesday. I'm looking out for you, you know? I'm trying not to grow too attached, but I am looking out. And I have a small errand for you to run today." Anything, I'll do anything you ask!!! "I know you will." something like a kiss on the cheek "I want you to go to the top of Blackpool Tower. You want to go up there, don't you? Every tourist does, and you, my pet, are just a tourist here. You need to be up there at noon, not a minute later. I'm having a package delivered right to that spot, and the postman must not be kept waiting. I'd get it myself, but I have other things to do today. You can give the package to me tomorrow morning." Okay. o: "And I want to be crystal clear on this: Under no circumstances are you to open the package. Don't go reading my mail. Don't go poking your nose." I won't! I can do this! "I know. I know. But I also know you often think you're too kinky to be punished. I assure you, I will accept that challenge if provoked. I have ways. Do not doubt my power. Did you know that my Puppets can all still think and feel? That they're aware of what I force them to do? I can do that to you." I won't disobey, I promise! "I need. To make. This. Clear. You do not 'deal with' me. I deal with you. I can replace all of your skin with wood. I can lock you away for eternity, or rather, until you get used to it." grabbed my head pulled it closer to hers. she's. staring at me. with her painted, unblinking eyes. "Do you understand?" I understand!! I obey!! "…" I obey, Mistress!!! "I'm sure you won't disappoint me." she let go of me "I also don't want to leave you so scared, as much as it's making me so fucking wet to do that to you. A scared pet isn't loyal. So I'm going to cheer you up." How are you going

(These pages have been removed. For everyone's benefit.)

11:34 AM I’m at Blackpool Tower. Now I’ve just got to go up.

11:48 AM THERE MADE IT. ..fuck, now I have to wait.

11:50 AM For posterity: Last night, when I got in bed, Donnie just immediately hugged me and asked me if I was really alright. After all the zombies. Journal, I’m beginning to think she likes me.

11:53 AM I wonder how the postman is gonna get up here. I mean, Blackpool Tower may not be a very tall tower, but it’s certainly far from ground level. Maybe he’ll go up the stairs like I did.

11:58 AM I’d better start keeping a lookout.

11:59 AM Nothing yet.

12:00 PM NothMOTHERFUCKER He’s gone he left a box what what what what. That. But that. That was, that had to be, I mean we're already dealing with the Rake, why wouldn't that faceless man have been... Why am I still alive, he was right there, I don't even feel a light cough! That was the slender man!!!

12:11 PM Anyway, um, he left this package. It’s labelled “To: Harlequin.” Harlequin?

12:34 PM Back to the main street. This package smells a lot like rotting meat.

12:57 PM God, the stench. It’s worse than shit. I think I can smell shit in it.

1:11 PM strings in your head don't open it

1:30 PM HOME

1:31 PM Package safely put under the bed. The terrible stench is gonna get it spotted, for sure, but at least I won’t be the one who opens it.

4:56 PM Donnie complained about the smell in our room. I insisted it wasn’t me. Troper 1 suggested it was the smell of the zombies drifting in. Fuckin’ saved my bacon, pal.

6:28 PM YEAH I KNOW RIGHT, WHAT IS THAT??? god this is so awkward

7:12 PM Gaaah, I just wanna go to beeeed. I want to be a good boy and not be killed please please please.

8:30 PM THIS DAY IS TAKING FOREVER

10:02 PM Dinner was beans and hot dogs.Yummy.I suggested an early night. Donnie agreed. With a wink. Holy fuck, my life might just be good.

11:15 PM We cut the cuddling short because the stench was getting unbearable. Mistress pretty much cockblockedme. D:

(Attached: "I'm a piece of shit, I'm a miserable little piece of shit. That's how finding my father's notebooks affected me. I had so fixated myself on living large and being a rockstar that I hadn't bothered with restraint or self-reflection, and all this time my father had been wrestling a crippling depression. I didn't even know. He spent his childhood fleeing one government, finding the next country's government not much better, and migrating more. This brought more perspective on the reasoning behind my family's move to America when I was just a little boy. In his later years, he saw his son taking a musical talent and running it into the ground, and yet none of his notes criticize me. He saw what he believed to be American corruption turn his own spawn into an apathetic alcoholic, and he turned not to his son's faults but to the system at large. And my father never once turned to drink, himself. He was a man of a certain kind of constitution: That of self-harm. I had no idea. My mother did. This is why she grew more stressed in the years leading up to his death. She cared too much about him, and this only made him feel guiltier. When I joined the Sunsetters and we released The Mythology of Empathy, my father's notes are nothing but glowing praise and adoration. He described our music as 'the inalienable victory over the greedy eagle.' Yet at the time I kept partying hard and refusing to give a damn about my family.")

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[walker-extended-universe]

Don't be a Stranger

Relationship(s): Geri Broussard & Sadie Yoo

Tags/Warnings: Pre-Season/Series 4, Angst, Abandonment Issues, Running Away, Angst and Feels, Hurt No Comfort

Summary: Geri probably should've expected Sadie to leave. That doesn't make it easier to deal with.

A/N: This fic brought to you by me needing Geri to have feelings about Sadie dropping off the face of the earth for months :)

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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She supposed she shouldn’t have been so surprised to see Sadie packing her bag. It had been a few weeks since the break-in and everyone was still frazzled from it. It made sense that Sadie would probably want to get some space.

That didn’t stop Geri from feeling that too-familiar crack in her heart.

“Hey, Sadie,” she said, keeping her tone light. “Going somewhere fun this weekend?”

Sadie glanced at her then shrugged. “Not really. I was actually thinking of heading back to Dallas for a while. At least until things blow over here.”

She nodded slowly. “Well, if that’s okay with the people investigating the break-in then you should go. I don’t blame you for not wanting to stick around the house….” There was a reason Geri had been staying over at the ranch more often than not.

“They just said I couldn’t leave state lines until it was over,” Sadie muttered, tossing a few more things in her bag. “I already asked Jessie if I could crash at his place for a bit. I was thinking of heading out early tomorrow so I don’t hit traffic.”

Tomorrow. “O-Okay. Well, I was gonna head to the store if there’s any snacks you want to take on the road with you….”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine. It’s not that long of a drive and Jessie’ll treat me to lunch when I get there anyway.”

Geri nodded. “Right. Sounds like fun. Just- Don’t be a stranger, okay? My doors are always open.”

Sadie finally met her eyes as she zipped the bag closed. “I know. Thanks.” Geri could tell she meant it, and she tried to tell herself that was good enough.

And it was, really. She’d done what she promised Sadie she would do. She gave her a home if she needed one, she introduced her to Hoyt’s family, she gave her a little something to smile about after losing her mom.

And it was fine for Sadie to leave after all that. The break-in was traumatic. Geri could barely stand to stay there and she basically grew up in that house. Sadie had no real ties to it. It made sense for her to want to go somewhere that felt safe, like home. And Jessie would take good care of her; he always had.

But it still hurt, watching her leave the next morning. It still hurt, seeing the empty bedroom. It still hurt, seeing the missing snacks from the pantry. It still hurt when Sadie texted her that she’d made it to Dallas safely.

But she’d been down this road before. It wouldn’t hurt for long. She’d cry a bit, then get used to it. She’d just have to trust that Sadie would come back when she was ready and ignore that little voice in the back of her head that questioned if she ever would.

[endlessbittersweetdreams]

"Broken & Beautiful" Chapter 24

WARNING: The first section of this chapter includes an intimate moment between Jake and Lilah. It's not graphic, per se. But don't read it if you're not old enough.

    It’s the night before Jake and Simone leave for France. It would be a great understatement to say that I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. It goes beyond the fact that I’ll miss Jake. I can’t help the feeling of dread that has built up within me when I think about what could happen. I wouldn’t put it past Simone to try to draw Jake further into her drama with Etienne. I’ve seen her do that before, and I’ve also witnessed what it does to Jake.

     I still remember sitting by his side when he told me about all those nights, years ago, when Simone would call him to complain about Etienne’s family; how she would talk about how desperate she was to come home. It killed him to even think that she would even consider getting back together with Etienne. But what hurt him worse was the fact that she not only denied ever making those phone calls, but that she had said something that made him feel like he meant nothing to her; like he was a burden who was preventing her from having “a real life.” Simone’s careless words crushed Jake’s spirit that night.

     Still, he seems to be looking forward to going to France. He says that he was there once before, back when Simone and Etienne got married. But back then, he didn’t venture beyond Etienne’s family estate. He has talked nonstop about all of the pictures he’s going to take and the places he’s going to see, assuring me that he’s going to stay true to his promise to enjoy himself. The only thing I can do is trust that he’ll do his best.

     I walk up the sixteen steps that lead to his apartment, announcing myself before I step inside. “Hey. I brought that backpack,” I tell him.

     Jake, who is in the middle of packing, turns to face me. “Thanks. Just leave it on the couch.”

     I do as I’m told, setting my purse down next to it, and walk over to the end of his bed. “How’s the packing going?” I ask, sitting down on the side close to the window.

     He stuffs some more clothing into his extra-large duffel bag. “Great. I’m almost finished. Just need to pack my carry-on, and I should be set.”

     “You have your passport?”

     He reaches over to the side table and holds it up. “Right here with my ticket. Just wish the picture didn’t make me look like a serial killer.”

     “What? Let me see.” Jake hands the passport to me and I open it up, laughing when I see his photo. “Well, it would help if you’d smile.”

     “I hate having my picture taken,” he complains, adding more items to his bag. “I belong behind the camera, not in front of it.”

     “Whatever you say.” I hand the passport back to Jake, who puts it in the side pocket of the backpack. “So, what time is your flight?”

     “Ten a.m. Simone wants us to be there at least two hours early. Means I’ll practically be comatose tomorrow.” He finishes packing the duffel and sets it down on the sofa, moving on to the backpack. As he packs the items he’ll need for the flight, he says “You’re going to see me off. Right?”

     “Of course.” As I get up from the bed, I swallow the lump in my throat that forms. “I’d better get going.”

     Jake finishes packing his carry-on in a hurry, setting it down by the sofa. “Where do you think you’re going?” He reaches out to grab me, arms encircling my waist.

     I let out a yelp when I suddenly end up on the bed, laughing a little as he crawls on top of me. “Jake, you need some sleep.”

     “I’ll sleep on the plane,” he says, pushing my shirt up so he can have access to my stomach. I can feel his breath on me as he says “I’ll be gone for two weeks, and I want a proper send-off,” just before he kisses his way across the skin just above the waistband of my jeans.

     Stretched out across the width of his bed, I lose the will to argue with him. He unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down, and I work on toeing off my shoes and socks. I raise my hips and watch as he ever-so-slowly tugs the jeans down my legs, tossing them to the side. He kisses his way up one leg while stroking the other one with the palm of his hand. My anticipation grows as he hooks his fingers underneath the hem of my panties, slowly sliding them down as he leaves a trail of kisses around the one area where I need him the most.

     “Jake, don’t tease,” I plead, and I can hear him let out a soft laugh.

     He kisses my inner thigh, and then has the gall to ask me “What do you want?”

     I squirm a little when he continues to tease me, and I breathe out “You. Please.”

     Jake plants one more kiss on my thigh, and I swear I can feel him smiling against my skin. He moves his way back up my body, propping himself up on his hands so I can unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. It doesn’t take long for our clothing to come off, and I soon find myself being drawn onto his lap. When we become one, I tilt my head back and Jake lets out a quiet sigh into my ear. We move slowly, taking our time and savoring the moment. His arms are wrapped around me, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin as he lets out a series of gasps and sighs. I can feel the wave of pleasure grow higher and higher, my breathing speeding up. Knowing that I’m close, Jake maneuvers us so that I’m now on my back with him over me.

     We don’t last much longer after this, and I cling to him for dear life and call out his name as the pleasure wave finally crashes and breaks over me. A few seconds later he finds his own release, groaning into my shoulder before he stills. He takes a few moments to recover, his head resting on my chest while I run my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. He eventually rolls off of me, but he doesn’t move very far. After pulling the covers over us, he opts to lay down on his side with an arm draped across my stomach and his head resting on my shoulder.

     The room falls silent for a few moments, and I’m starting to wonder if Jake has already fallen asleep. But then I feel him move a little, as though he’s snuggling up against me, and I hear him quietly admit “I’ll miss you.”

     I try to push down the fear that’s creeping up on me. This time, it’s not the fear of Jake becoming wrapped up in Simone’s drama. Rather, it’s the fear of him not coming back. I let out a sigh and say to him, more for my own benefit than his, “It’s only for two weeks, and you’ll be back before we know it.” I reach out and take hold of his hand, rubbing the back of it with my thumb. “You’ll see.”

     I don’t know how it happens, but Jake is actually up and about before the alarm goes off. I never thought I’d see the day when he’d be up this early. But sure enough, he’s here to shut off the alarm and present me with a mug of freshly brewed coffee as soon as I sit up.

     I take a sip and then set the mug down on the side table, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “I can’t believe you’re already up,” I comment, taking note of the fact that his hair is damp and he’s already slipped into a pair of jeans.

     He sits down on the bed next to me. “Couldn’t sleep anymore. Figured I might as well get a head start. I haven’t been up that long. Only an hour.” He leans down to kiss me, and he tastes like coffee and mint. “I was going to fix some breakfast. Hungry?”

     “Yeah. A little.”

     He gets off of the bed and I shove the covers aside, pulling on my cami top and panties. It’s comfortably warm in the apartment, and so I don’t feel the need to put on more layers. I wander into the kitchen and sneak up on Jake, wrapping my arms around him as he toasts the first of two bagels.

     “When is the car supposed to arrive?”

     “Sometime around 7:00. You know how traffic can be.” He faces me, leaning against the counter. “I wish you could come with us,” he comments, reaching out to tuck some hair behind my ear.

     “Me, too. But there’s no way I could afford it. Maybe one day, though. Just the two of us. France is definitely on my list of places to see before I die. If we’re smart, and if we build up our savings ...”

     The bagel pops up from the toaster, but neither one of us seems to care at the moment. Jake reaches out and strokes my bare arms with the palms of his hands. “You’ve thought about that? The two of us traveling, I mean.”

     Shrugging, I answer “Yeah. Sometimes.”

     I look up at him, finding that his expression is unreadable. Uh-oh. Maybe I’ve said too much. It’s one thing for him to make an offhand comment about how he wishes I could join him and Simone. But it’s another for me to talk about just the two of us traveling. Me and my big mouth.

     “And now, I’ve freaked you out. Haven’t I?” I scrunch up my nose. “I’m sorry. That was just me saying random stuff. You know how I get when I first wake up.”

     He laughs softly. “Calm down. I’m not freaked out.”

     “You’re not?” I ask, furrowing my brows at him. “ ‘Cause I know you don’t like to think about the distant future.”

     He wraps his arms around my waist and looks down at me, smiling sweetly. “Well, we’ve been together for almost six months. I figure that since we haven’t tried to kill each other yet ... maybe the idea of traveling with you isn’t so scary.”

     I lean back to look at Jake. “Seriously?”

     “Yeah. Maybe one day, we could go somewhere. Just the two of us. Probably not France. But definitely outside the city.”

     I’m still in shock. I never thought I’d see the day when Jake would be open to discussing the future. Well, beyond what we’re having for dinner or where we’re going to spend the night. But here he is, standing in front of me, talking about us traveling beyond the city limits one day. It’s wonderful, but it’s baffling all the same.

     “Hey. You all right? You’ve got that ‘deer caught in headlights’ look again,” he teases.

     “Yeah. I’m fine. Just surprised.” I give him a smile. “Pleasantly surprised.”

     “Well, like you say ... I’m full of surprises.” He leans down to kiss the tip of my nose before he preps the first bagel and starts the second one.

     We eat breakfast in comfortable silence. After taking care of the dishes, I grab some clothes from the overnight bag that I’ve left here and take a quick shower. Jake receives a text message from Simone, nagging at him to be at the airport by 8:00 a.m. sharp. A few minutes after 7:00, he receives a message informing him that the driver has arrived. We grab our things, shut off the lights, and make sure the door is locked before we race down the stairs to the cab.

     While the driver puts the luggage in the trunk, I thread my arm through Jake’s and snuggle up against him in the back of the cab. While I’m still not looking forward to him being gone for two weeks, the feeling of dread has lessened a bit. Now that I know he’s actually started to think beyond the short-term future, I realize how silly I was last night. He loves me, and there’s no reason for me to be worried that he won’t choose to return to me.

     Jake and I nod off sometime during the ride to the airport, waking up when the driver loudly announces that we’ve arrived. It’s been a while since I’ve been in an airport, but I’ve never forgotten just how chaotic things can be. Jake and I work our way through the massive crowd, and I’m actually relieved when we finally find Simone waiting for us.

     She breathes out a sigh when she sees Jake. “There you are.” Looking down at her watch, she comments “Five minutes to spare.”

     “Relax, Simone. We still have two hours.”

     “And I see you’ve brought Lilah.”

     I try to ignore the obvious hint of disappointment in her voice, giving her a smile and a wave. “Morning.”

     “I’m so glad you came here to see us off,” Simone continues, and I give her a nod. One good thing about this trip: I won’t have to see Simone for two whole weeks. She reaches out to touch Jake’s arm. “Jake, love.” I cringe when she calls him this. There‘s just something about the way she says it that makes my skin crawl. “Why don’t you go check your luggage? I’ll keep Lilah company.”

     Oh, goody! Alone time with Simone. Yippee.

     Jake looks at me and I give him a nod, watching as he pushes his way through the crowd. Simone and I sit across from each other in uncomfortable chairs, and an awkward silence falls between us. It’s no secret that I’m not fond of Simone, and I’m pretty sure she feels the same way about me. But, at least for now, neither one of us is interested in battling one another.

     It’s Simone who breaks the silence, and her tone sounds as condescending as always. “So, I heard you made Jake’s birthday dinner quite a memorable one. You remembered he loves oysters.”

     I nod. “I did.” Wanting to lighten the mood, if only for my sake, I joke “Though I don’t know why. That was the first and last time I’ll ever try them.”

     “Yes. They are an acquired taste.”

     “It’s not the taste so much as the texture,” I comment. “But I was happy to do it for Jake.”

     “I remember what that was like.” She looks up at me, noticing my head tilt. “Being in love like that.”

     “It must be hard. Going to see your ex, I mean.”

     She nods, looking down at her hands. “It is. I’m not looking forward to it. But we’ve both decided that I have the right to some of the profits from our champagne.”

     “Hence the trip to France.”

     “Yes. That, and I really do love that country.”

     “Jake says it’s beautiful.”

     “It is,” she agrees. She looks at me, straightening up a bit more. “I know you’re worried, Lilah. About him coming with me.” I shift a little in my seat, looking around for Jake. Just how much did he tell her? “Don’t be. I assure you that I will keep an eye on him and make sure he stays out of trouble. He will have fun, but ...” She gives me a pointed look. “... not too much fun.”

     “I appreciate your offer, Simone. But I trust him.” It’s you I don’t trust, I think to myself.

     “Still, I’ll be looking out for the both of you. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

     I want to offer a retort, and I can feel my blood start to simmer. Instead, I bite my tongue and choose to remain civil. I only have to put up with her for a little less than two hours, and I’ll have Jake with me during a majority of that time. Besides, I don’t want to be hauled away by airport security because of a cat fight.

     Time seems to crawl by until it’s time for Jake and Simone to board the plane with the other passengers. Simone has the gall to give me a hug, which I return reluctantly. I wish her a safe flight and she steps back, giving me some time alone with Jake. I can already feel the sting of tears in my eyes, and I let out an embarrassed laugh as I joke “Oh, great. Here come the waterworks.”

     He leans down, and we press our foreheads together to convey our solidarity. “Remember: I’ll be back in two weeks.”

     I sniffle, whispering to him “I love you.”

     Cupping my face in his hands, he draws me in for a kiss. Stroking my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, he softly says “I love you back.”

     My fingers clutch his leather jacket as we share another, longer kiss. We only end it when we hear Simone clear her throat a few times, keeping our foreheads pressed together as Jake says “Fuck off, Simone.”

     I laugh a little, giving Jake a peck on the lips before we part reluctantly. I watch him walk away with Simone, giving him a little wave when he turns to look at me for a moment. He eventually disappears from my line of sight, and I stick around long enough to watch the plane take off before I let out a weary sigh and take a cab back to Jake’s apartment. There are a few things to take care of before I head home. But right now, all I want to do is curl up in his bed and forget about the fact that he’s on his way to a foreign country with Simone.

@anastacia-lynn

@mypsychoticlove

[psikind]

🖊 your middle ages pkmn story, cymric, aisling, curse, candle, tomorrow

side eyeing you for curse and candle but *slaps on scientist googles* ok let's roll

middle ages pokemon story: I REALLY need to come up with a proper name for this one but it's the classic rpg plot - chosen one (usually a cringefail loser) gets told they're the chosen one and are destined to save the land from a great evil, so they set out on a quest along with 2-3 buddies they meet along the way who are Surprisingly good at a particular thing and usually things related to that thing - of course with some extra flavor thrown in of queerness and shit I picked up from dnd and the fact that everyone's a magic animal :D I was actually thinking of making these guys, the designs, more anthro so I can give them neat fantasy clothes but I'm still debating it

cymric: nyanbinary monster friend my 💖💖💖💖💖💖 they're always so cheerful and wild and sweet but there's also this more tragic side to them w them realizing slowly that they're going to outlive most of their friends and loved ones by hundreds of years, possibly even some of their monsties, and they're having a quiet early-life panic about it (that they're trying to hide. not well but they're trying, I'm sure at least cheval and bits would have caught on)

aisling: there's sooooooo much in my head about how her story would go now if I ever write it/make a blog about it again and I genuinely think it's in the best iteration I've ever had it - dnd's partially to thank for that because some of the concepts and relationship dynamics she has now come from or were inspired by her role in alkupera and now it's more cohesive instead of being all over the place like it used to be! like her past for instance, I have the entire team she used to be apart of developed and they're going to be /o/ a Problem

curse: staring at you with my autistic eyes. she got her nickname from being an absolute fucking menace to the towns people - not in a dangerous or even harmful way, she was just annoying as fuck setting up traps and pranks at every turn. you could tell how much she liked you based on how specific the prank was, like if you got a bucket of water on your head after exiting the library/church she lived at you could assume she was just being an asshole but if you got a personally written letter that led you to a beautiful hill with a picnic of all your favorite foods set up on it at sunset and then you sit down and THEN you get a bucket of water on your head that was basically a love confession (this has happened to candle at least twice. don't ask him why he fell for it the second time)

candle: similarly, candle got his nickname for his kindness - he'd do whatever he could to help out people from doing chores for the elderly to being a wingman (a common job for him, being a priest of the mistress) to keeping watch over little ones, there was nothing he wouldn't do to see the people smile and so he became a beacon for the village, a light to lead the way to happiness should something bring them down. curse would often worry about him overworking himself and make him take breaks which like thank the gods the boy would have much more white fur by now if not for that probably

tomorrow: she has symptoms 💖 (/hj) she and wednesday grew up together kind of because of their parents being business partners and they've always had this weird ride or die relationship- nevermind they have a kismesis I just realized. don't look at me

[slytherin-girly]

𝔸 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕

our house: gryffindor

Blood: ir-re-le-va-nt l-o-l

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You were walking down a lonely corridor on your way to the library hoping to get in unnoticed but with your platanium blonde hair that was nearly impossible for you

You wanted to be in ravenclaw like your sister but instead you got put in gryffindor

I'm not even all that brave you thought to yourself

You continued your way still hoping to go unnoticed especially by draco malfoy, Slytherin prince, he always called you a dork but never anything that bad really, nothing that hurt your feelings that bad

You were almost to the library when you heard a voice all to familiar

"Hey lovegood" he called out catching up to you

"What do you want malfoy" you asked clearly annoyed

"Well you clearly look like you're about to fall over snooping looking around the corners of the corridor, what are you hiding for"

"Isn't it obvious, I'm trying to get away from you, and everyone, because I'm so noticeable with this hair you see" holdng up your long blonde hair

"Well you shouldn't hide though, your hair is beautiful" he said to you and left you standing there utterly speechless and confused

You shook your head and pinched yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming

Did the Draco freaking malfoy just call you beautiful

You shook it off and sat down in the library trying to study for your potions test tomorrow

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Snape handed you back your test

You looked at your test only to find that you had failed and yet you studied so hard for that test too

After class was dismissed you grabbed your stuff and was about to walk out until you heard snapes monotone voice

"Ms llovegood and Mr malfoy please stay here"

You both walked over to him

"Yes professor"

"Ms lovegood you are failing this class and Mr malfoy here will be your tutor" he said you looked at draco only to find him smirking

Why him of all people WHY HIM

You didn't feel like arguing or getting a detention so you just went with it

"Yes professor" you said and walked out the door dreading what was to come

"Meet me at the library at 7 after diner, don't be late" draco said to me

"Yeah okay" you said going to your next class

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You were eating diner with your friends still dreading that study session or whatever you call it

You checked your watch and decided to leave five minutes early

"Sorry guy, I have to go" you said picking up your belongings

"Why?" Y\b\f

asked (best friend name)

"Study session or whatever you call it"

"Oh okay bye"

"Bye" you waved her off

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"Well at least you aren't late" he said as you appeared

"I'm one minute early" you stated

As you took all your potions books out taking a seat in front of him

"Let's get started" he said

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You were contenly listening to him as he explained to you everything

You realized he wasn't as bad as people said he was sure he had a reputation but that doesn't even define him

He's actually a really nice person on the inside

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"Meet me here on Wednesday same time?" He said more like a question

"Yeah that works, and thank you malfoy, for doing this for me, I really appreciate it"

"You can call me draco y/n"

"Oh, thank you draco" you Gave him a shy smile and walked away

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"Y/n,y/n,y/n!" You heard someone calling your name

"W-what is it luna" you asked your sister

"Who are you doing your studying sessions with, for potions"

"Oh Draco, why"

"Oh no reason I was just wondering, now hurry up we can't be late to our first class today"

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It was finally wednesdsy and you were excited to see draco for some reason

I mean you had always had s tiny crush on the boy but you thought that it would go away

Were you falling for him even more? You questioned yourself

No can't be

Oh shit I am bloody hell

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"Hey" he said as you approached him

"Hi* you said shyly as you got out all your books am sat down in front of him again

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You couldn't help but it but beofrw you knew it you were staring into his eyes

You stopped yourself quickly hoping that he didn't notice it

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Its been a couple weeks since Snape made draco your tutor and its been working out really well

In fact you were on your way to meet him right now

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" hey" you said

"Hi" he replied shyly

Which was weird for him he looked as if he were nervous or something

You shook it off and listened as he was talking

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"Thank you draco you've been a big help to me" you said to him packing up your stuff

"Oh y/n c-can I uh tell you something" he asked you

Did the draco malfoy just stutter thats- unusual to say the least

"Yeah sure, what is it"

"W-well uhm- you see you are a very beautiful girl, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in fact, and I really uhm- like you, its okay if you don't like me back I jus-"

You cut him off by kissing him

"I like you too" you said

"So will you be my girlfriend than" he asked

"You don't even have to ask, of course I will" you said to him and smiled

Little did you know, people were watching you two

You heard whispers like

"Woah, a malfoy with a lovegood"

Or "didn't see that one coming"

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Should I be laughing or crying I cannot tell -________-''

𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙

𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟

𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕤? 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤

𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥

𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝕀𝕝𝕪 o(*￣3￣)o 𝕓𝕪𝕖 𝕝𝕦𝕧𝕤

#draco malfoy fluff #draco

[impernaway]

7. camouflaged

By the time the taxi finally pulls up at the rink, Caradoc has been there waiting for nearly an hour. It's a bitter winter night, the wind whipping at his hair where it's tied back and buffetting his face, and he is grateful now more than ever that he made sure to wear a thicker scarf for coming out tonight. Even with it looped firmly around his neck and the lower half of his face buried down into the wool, his eyes and cheeks are still stinging. He drinks in the detals of the car that just arrived before stepping forward to knock on the window.

"Can I get a ride to downtown by any chance? I was waiting for someone and, well," he shrugs and gestures at the empty space beside himself.

"Sure thing," the driver says, jerking his head back. "Pop in. Anywhere in particular?"

"If you can get me near the waterfront, that'd be ideal," Caradoc says, swinging the back door open and settling in. "I should be able to sort myself out from there, thank you."

He sits back, slowly looking around and taking in more information about the interior. The seat was red leather, and when he glanced down at the footwell and the ceiling he found both to be a softer shade of red as well. The seatbelt felt firm under his fingers, if slightly thicker than the norm, and there's a faint stain on one side of it. With a slight lurch, the cab pulled away and set off on it's journey.

"Mind if I put some music on, mate?" The driver asked over his shoulder.

"Go ahead," Caradoc said. "Though if you don't mind, I'll be putting my headphones in in that case? I have a voicemail," he added, holding up his mobile and wiggling it.

He's met with a grunt, so takes the chance before he's met with any real protest. He does actually have a saved message, but the only thing he intends to listen to is just a Taylor Swift album. He's not sure why his brothers had to insist he listen to this, but he isn't going to bicker with either of them.

candle cove: I'm headed your way now. candle cove: Who changed my name again? green knight: lol. lmao. cockatiel: Suffer. candle cove: I don't know what I expected. candle cove: I'll keep you posted. green knight: why dont you just share your location? green knight: cmon the button is RIGHT THERE candle cove is now sharing their location! green knight: now was that so hard, old man??

Younger brothers.

He absentmindedly increases the volume on his song as he tucks the phone away, looking out the window at the buildings they're driving past to keep himself focused. The heater has kicked in, breathing hot and humid air directly into his face, and there isn't any way of politely asking for it to be turned off without taking his headphones out. He can barely hear the singer on the speaker system over the dulcet tunes of Taylor Swift talking about bad blood.

Is Taylor Swift a vampire? God, he hopes not. Caradoc has not been paying enough attention to the song during all of this.

He takes to counting the number of windows he can see on each building to keep his brain together. It's coming up on two in the morning - whilst he can't help but resent being called "old man" all the time, he will admit that he's certainly going to be feeling this tomorrow. He's not the same person he was when he'd just turned twenty. There's only so many late nights and early mornings he can be bothered to deal with.

"I think we just missed a turn," he says, watching the turn-off go sailing past the window.

The driver says something that could be either it's a shortcut or don't give a fuck. In his ears, Miss Swift croons about how bandaids don't fix bullet holes. At least she has a rudimentary understanding of first aid.

His phone buzzes. He pulls it out, sends a one-word reply, and pockets it again.

"Pull over," he says, trying to lean forward to tap on the driver's shoulder. It doesn't work.

He catches sight of the drivers' eyes in the rear-view mirror. He's grinning back at his passenger, the cab picking up speed on the straight road.

"I said pull over."

The driver says something, making a one-handed gesture at him to take his headphones out.

Caradoc grits his teeth, reaching up and wrenching the set of bluetooth headphones and hastily pocketing them before he forgets. The song that's been playing the whole time washes over him, the words indistinct and haunting. The hooks they're trying to dig in to him don't take.

"Third time! My name is Caradoc Ashford, I've already tipped off the Charter about your little game here, and I'm telling you to PULL OVER!"

He watches as dark-brown eyes go wide, further revealing the horizontal pupil. The brakes squeel at the same that Caradoc's back unceremoniously stops sticking to the seat. He tries to lunge forward only for the seatbelt to stop him - at least THAT'S real - and scrambles to release it and tries again whilst the driver is scrambling at his own to try and make good his escape. Caradoc only manages to successfully catch one sleeve of his jacket, cursing in frustration as the man simply shucks it and scrambles out the door.

By the time he gets out, the driver is already on the floor, legs pinned together by binding spells. Behind him, the glamours on the cab start to fade. What had looked before like a perfectly ordinary black paintjob is now something closer to velvet in terms of texture. The wet air that had been contained within it is starting to smell rather distinct, even from several steps away.

His younger brother is standing over the man on the ground, slowly raising an eyebrow at him. Caradoc raises his back.

"You're sure, then?"

"I'm sure," he nods. "He tried to mesmerise me, he never actually started the clock for the journey, the taxi license on the back of the car was pretty convincing but it's a fake, and we're three minutes out from the river. And..."

"And?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, looking up at the sky for strength before carrying on. "The seatbelt has a lipstick stain on it. Jade green, the same that Tina had been wearing when she was last seen.

The two of them look down at the squirming body on the ground. Three people drowned in the last two months, all of whom had lingering traces of some kind of magic on their bodies when they'd made it to the coroner's office. The only concrete lead they'd had had been a series of panicked texts and a single photo the last victim had sent a friend. An incident involving an entropy mage on the loose had stretched the Charter thin. What had started with an agreement to take a quick look had...Spiraled, somewhat. He hadn't originally intended to play bait, but apparently he could camoeflague himself as a slightly hapless and ideal victim fairly easily.

A kelpie pretending to be a taxi driver, of all things.

"I've called it in," Rick says, reaching out and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "The Knights are on their way already. Even if it's not this guy, he still tried to get you. Go ring Gawain. Let him know you're okay."

He nods quietly. He can do that. The car Rick had been following them in has never seemed so appealing, particularly after having sat on something's tongue for the last twenty minutes.

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I posted 202 times in 2022

That's 202 more posts than 2021!

51 posts created (25%)

151 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 191 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#fictober22 - 33 posts

#fnaf moon - 32 posts

#fnaf sun - 26 posts

#undertale - 21 posts

#undertale au - 11 posts

#late to the party - 10 posts

#will write for the prompts when i can though - 10 posts

#nice art - 9 posts

#cute - 9 posts

#fnaf security breach - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 85 characters

#i'll admit i have not seen encanto yet so i want to watch it first before i read this

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#5

Fandom: Undertale, swapfell

Rating: T

Prompt(s):"I don't think this is your problem."

Warnings: none

Your arrival to the coffee shop that morning was heralded, as always, by the chime of the little silver bell hanging just above the door. You walked up to the counter, greeted Rus as usual and ordered the beverage that suited you today.

Tea, coffee, cocoa; you cycled through your favorites on the regular. Today you went with a hot cup of coffee made just to your liking by one of your favorite monsters.

He gave you his usual lopsided smile. The sunlight caught his golden fang giving him an impish look.

"m'bro's at the back o' the shop."

"He beat me here?" you asked, a bit surprised.

You usually had time to settle in and get a chapter or two of reading done before your usual coffeeshop companion arrived.

Rus let out little laugh, the corners of his sockets crinkling in that familiar yet illogical way all expressions that graced your boney friends' skulls seemed to.

"Good luck, sweet." he rasped turning back to the cash as he prepared the next person's order.

You made your way to the back to where another familiar and much shorter skeleton sat clutching his overly large mug like a life line.

Unlike his brother, Sans did not naturally thrive in the early morning.

"Good morning, Captain. What has you here before ten?"

Sans gave you a weary smile. There were shadows under his eyesockets.

"Good morning...It has been a long week." He took another long sip from his mug.

The softness of his voice, the way his usually proud shoulders hunched and the way his eyelights appeared dull in his sockets told you that this was an understatement.

"Do you have the weekend, at least?" You asked, settling into the chair opposite his.

"I will have tomorrow. I'll be running errands and the next day I offered to assist with-"

"You need to rest, Sans."

"I am quite capable of keeping my prior engagements." He insisted.

You tested the side of your mug with a finger and finding it safe, you laid your palm fully against it. The heat felt good on your chilled hand.

"Well, yes but you look exhausted and really think a day in might be a good idea."

Sans shook his head. He was smiling in that soft way that he reserved for a select few.

"I don't think this is your problem. Though I do appreciate your concern."

"But, Sans..." You paused as Sans reached across the table to take your free hand.

"Did you forget your gloves?" He asked.

His brow furrowed as he brushed his own gloved thumb over your chilled skin.

Your hands were well worked and in this colder weather they got dry and cracked.

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9 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#4

Things are set in motion besides our dancing secret agent this chapter.

Hope you enjoy!

9 notes - Posted December 28, 2022

#3

So I finished the first chapter of a little story taking place in the Accidently Undercover AU created by @lavenoon

20 notes - Posted December 19, 2022

#2

Fandom: Undertale

Rating: T

Prompt(s): "I chose you"

Warnings: Loss of a good parent

When the core began to crumble the doctor went to fix the problem. That was what he did after all.

While many like to think his unchallenged brilliance and intellect were indeed flawless, these many were most certainly misguided.

Yes, he was smart and he had achieved much in the several centuries he had spent as The Royal Scientist but he was far from flawless.

His second finest creation was about to, in a sense, kill him after all.

Not that he was aware of that just yet.

No, right now he was hurrying down the hall away from his office to comfort his finest creation.

Well, creations technically.

Opening the door he was greeted with a very small and frightened whimper.

Stepping into the room, he allowed his vision to adjust from the harsh florescent to the soft glow of the the star lamp on the bedside table.

"Sans?" He called softly.

He closed the door in an attempt to muffle the alarm sounding in the hall. It helped a bit.

Another whimper and the softer voice of his eldest answered.

Crossing the the room, the doctor knelt by the bed and running his hand fondly over the fleecy rocket ship sheets, dipped his head to look underneath.

There, from the farthest corner against the wall, two pairs of trembling eye lights stared back at him.

"Dad, what's happening?" Asked Sans.

He and his younger brother were curled up holding one another securely wrapped up in Sans favorite blue hoodie, the one from the dump. The doctor kept telling himself the boy would grow into it and that his decision to let Sans keep it was, in fact, just as practical as it was sentimental.

He reached out a hand letting it rest palm up. The action making the angle at which he was kneeling a bit more awkward than before.

"It's the Core. I am going to fix it now, will you come out and go back to bed?" He smiled in a way he hoped translated as reassuring.

The alarm meant that things were serious. A just barely bridled anxiety was rising up behind his ribcage.

Very carefully he helped the two little skeletons back into bed. He handed Papyrus a small binky, being the youngest the boy found it soothing, though to an outside eye it was logistically confusing. That was part of the fun of being skeleton monsters in the doctor's opinion. While perfectly logical, his anatomy and now in turn his sons' proved to be a proper conundrum to many of his fellows. The possibilities for a good jape were seemingly endless.

The youngest boy snuggled into the pillows , the tension in his little bones easing, though not completely. His small hands raised to clutch the blankets to the side of his skull.

"The alarm will stop soon, Papyrus." The doctor lifted a finger and took this rare opportunity to boop his son's nasal ridge. The indignant Nyeh, was well worth the extra second wasted.

"I will be back as soon as I can. Sans, stay here and keep an eye socket out for your brother, alright?" He stooped to hug each of his little boys before rising to his proper height. The magic in his joints cracked.

You accidental a couple of kids and suddenly you get old. He chuckled internally at the thought.

Accidental, maybe at first but certainly deciding to be their father had been deliberate.

"I love you, my little funny bones." He said, his soft tone still rivaling the sounds of growing chaos outside the door.

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21 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fandom: none, hero x villian

Rating: T

Prompt(s): "I know what this looks like."

Warnings: An argument

"Wait! Now, hold on-" Villian begins, only to have you turn so sharply he nearly runs into you.

"What?" You snap.

Your hands clench by your side. You're tired, and this latest stunt has you on the edge of spontaneous combustion.

"I know what this looks like." He starts quickly, "I know, but she wouldn't let up. Just kept cornering me the whole fight. She's got one hell of a punch, you know and I was off balance and I just-"

"You just what? Accidently kissed?" You spare him none of the venom that you can currently feel twisting your insides

Why did all of this feel like a betrayal?

It shouldn't even matter!

You are enemies. This guy literally attempts to take over the city on a regular basis.

Your minds keeps replaying the scene along with every moment in your shared narrative that you now suddenly find painful in the the face of it.

The day of the Metro tunnels collapsed and he pulled you out, could have escaped if he had left you, but no.

That time you teamed up against the city's Supervillain and put them safely behind bars?

Now these stupid little truce moments where you both pop in at random just to taunt one another or make sure that latest brawl didn't finish the other off?

None of this should have been happening to begin with.

You have fought one another at almost every turn for years. The whirlwind chases, your daring captures and his last minute get aways. You had done it all and more with him as your main opponent.

Just the two of you in an unending game of cat and mouse.

So maybe that was why seeing him with the city's newest up and coming vigilante like that hurt so much.

"Just go before I get you arrested." You huff.

You turn away from his exasperation.

He protests, because of course he does, but you aren't listening.

"Just get out of here." You say, there's a tremor in your voice that you hope comes off as anger.

Finally he recieves your message and falls silent and you ridgidly wait for the familiar rustle of fabric and the click of a window latch.

After a moment, both sounds reach your ears, but so does his voice.

It's quiet, hardly in character for him.

The last time he'd been this quiet was at the top of the city's tallest highrise. It was New Years. You had watched the city count down together. His voice had been too soft then as well. Too...vulnerable to be the guy that caught you in the occasional overly elaborate trap.

The sound of your name and a gust of wind chilling your skin, returns you to the present.

"I didn't kiss her back."

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28 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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[mistralxsoul]

-leaves a small dessert on the table for Flynn, wrapped for freshness with a note beside it-

Be home late tonight. You might be in bed already. Made you this before I left. ^o^ P.S. Can you pick up some food for Repede? The stores are gonna be closed by the time I'm free. If not, that's okay, I'll grab it in the morning. We're just low on food for him, but it's not totally out yet.

When Flynn came home to an entirely empty house, he expected that he would likely be home alone for the night. It never really bothered him most of the time. The only time it would was when Yuri and Repede (and now Karol, who tended to stay with Yuri when he wasn't staying in Dahngrest with Raven or Judith) were gone for days at a time for missions. Not that he wanted them to stay home all the time either. He truly loved that Yuri got to go out and see the world and be the free bird that he was clearly meant to be.

Flynn was more than happy to deal with an empty house on a few occasions if it meant that Yuri got to be free and happy. Thankfully, that wasn't going to be a problem. It seemed like it was only going to be for tonight. And not even the whole night, it seemed.

Still, when he caught sign of the note that Yuri left behind, Flynn couldn't help but smile warmly as he was reminded of just how much he was loved, even if Yuri was away for the time being. Even when he had a job to do, Yuri was still thinking of him.

Well! In that case, Flynn could at least do the task that was requested of him! He had gotten home a little late himself but not late enough for the stores to close for the night. If Flynn hurried, he could probably get to the store fast enough to pick up some food for Repede!

And, in return for the desert that Flynn would be happy to enjoy once he got back, maybe he could make a quick dinner for Yuri and Karol to come home to after a long job. It would have to be something small and possibly something that could be eaten even after it had cooled off so he would definitely have to do some planning.

Still, he was terribly excited! Even if he was going to be long asleep by the time Yuri got home, he was certain that Yuri would appreciate that Flynn thought of him too, just like Yuri thought of him.

And so, once Flynn had finished his errands of picking up the dog food and then cleaning up around the house for a bit, Flynn finally decided on making just simple sandwiches for them all to enjoy! He even made sure to toast the bread just a bit and even added a bit of spice to add flavor to the meats within the sandwich!

After his work was complete, Flynn happily ate the dessert that his fiance had left behind (It was delicious, as always! Not that Flynn had any doubt.) and then left the sandwiches on a plate, covered by some wrapping paper to keep them fresh and safe until Yuri came home.

And by the time Yuri would make it home, Flynn would be tucked into bed, sleeping the night away. But he would find a little note waiting for him by the sandwiches.

[Thank you for the dessert, it was delicious! I have an early morning tomorrow, so unfortunately I could not wait up for you to return. However, I made you and Karol (if he comes home with you) some sandwiches to come home to! Please forgive me for not being able to make you something more for dinner. Perhaps I can cook something for you on our next day off. I'll see you in the morning! <3 I love you! P.S. Don't worry about Repede's food. I picked it up today and even got a little extra so we don't have to worry about it for a while. ]

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Dash got out of Amity Park. He moved in with his aunt, got a job, bought his own apartment, and eventually opened his own shop. It was a mechanics shop. The owner of the building was a polite old man who rented the apartments upstairs and let Dash buy the vacant storefront underneath. Of course, he had gone around the building first to ask the other tenants if they would mind the noise before actually purchasing the space, but they all waved him off, telling him they don't care as long as they've got a roof over their heads. It took a few months, but with the help of his aunt and some of her circle, as well as a few job-desperate individuals, he got his shop up and running.

Crime Alley had a new mechanics shop. He wasn't sure about opening it at first, but he had found that the old mechanic shops that were in the area all ended up running out of business. The cops always found something to arrest them for. It was Crime Alley, they didn't have much choice in what they had to do to survive. Dash understood. He worked well enough, got a good number of customers, and was happy. He found that he could do everything by himself pretty early on. He did get in contact with Jazz, who was in Gotham, to help with his finances from time to time. He even reached out to Tucker so he could encrypt his files, set up a website, and even make him his own database that no one but them had access to. Red Hood walks in a few months after his business venture went well. "Good afternoon. How can I assist you?" Dash immediately falls into professionalism. He's had several vigilantes and criminals alike in his store; he doesn't falter when seeing the man. "I need a few mods on my bike."

"I can do most modifications; what are you needing?""Speed." He seems to settle on. Dash perks up. "You can go ahead and bring the bike to the garage, and I'll get to work on it right away. I'll need to assess it before I can tell you when to pick it up." Hood nods before stepping back out. The blonde makes his way through the open wall to his garage. He meets Hood in the middle and directs him to the motorcycle area of his shop.

"Let's see what we're working with." He immediately gets to looking it over after the other gets off. Eventually, he moves to push the button to lift it. "Custom-made, I assume?" He glances over just in time to catch the stiff nod. "Well, I haven't worked with this kind before for obvious reasons, but I'm familiar with these parts, so I'd say I can have it done by noon tomorrow." Hood gives another stiff nod. "I will just need you to sign some paperwork, give me your budget, and then I'll let you get on your way." He smiles before leading the other back to the front desk.

They work out the payment method and budget before Hood leaves. Dash immediately gets to work on his bike. He spends hours tinkering with it, eventually figuring out how to add a Fenton Works Speed-O-Meter into it. He doesn't know why they picked that name, it doesn't track your speed, it only makes vehicles go faster. He's surprised the Fentons never figured out how to get it to work smoothly. When he had mentioned the Crime Alley Mechanic Shop to his old classmates, Danny was quick to provide him with Fenton Works Tech he modified and smoothed out himself, always happy to show Dash how they worked and how to make them himself.

By the time he had the addition in, another customer approached him. "That Hood's bike?" They asked, voice deep and rough.

"Sure is, give me one moment and I'll be right with you." He finishes tightening the bolt he was working on before standing up to greet the customer. He wipes his hands on a towel before tossing it over his shoulder. It's a regular who just needs his backlights fixed after a run-in with some of Joker's goons. Easy fix that doesn't take much and Dash only charges for the new bulb he had to install. He knows the residents won't accept free work so he at least makes sure he charges for one part, most of the time the cheapest part, when it comes to villain or hero damage. Once the customer is gone, he gets back to tinkering with the bike. He noticed a few parts needed replacements and some of them needed a tune-up.

He goes as far as some small paint touch-ups, mainly around the symbol that's been chipped away. He finishes the bike, closes for the night (he stays open until midnight, 24 hours on weekends), and heads upstairs. When he gets to his apartment he sees a tupperware of stew on his doormat. The note on it says it's from his right-side neighbor. She's a single mom who works double shifts and two jobs, he lets her leave the kids with him when she needs it. They love playing mechanics and he showed the older one, 13, how to change a tire. The note is thanking him for looking after the kids the previous day and says it's leftovers from the restaurant she waitresses in. He takes it inside and heats it up. He has it for dinner and then hops in the shower. Once his shower is done, he feels completely dead on his feet and faceplants into his bed.

The next morning, his alarm is blaring at 4:30AM telling him it's time to get ready. He easily changes into his 'uniform' before making breakfast. He makes enough pancakes and bacon for the mom and her kids, leaving it on their doorstep with the clean tupperware and a note thanking her for the stew. He opens his shop and is greeted by a few customers. Most of them are trying to squeeze in service work and checks before work. He's learned to work fast and efficiently since opening the shop.

By the time noon rolls around, a few of the kids in the apartments had stopped by to have lunch with him, some even bringing food from their families as payment for working on their vehicles that morning. He's ushering them out of the shop, telling them to make sure they get back to school by the time Red Hood shows up again. "You popular with the kids?" He asks, voice hesitant, suspicious. Dash isn't dumb, he knows what's being implied.

"They think the shop is pretty cool and they all live in the apartments. Plus their families made me lunch." He admits easily. "Your bike is done, I did some routine checks and changed a few parts as well. I will not be charging for the extra services so you will only have to pay for the speed enhancer and the time it took to install it." He smiles as he leads the way to the bike.

"You fixed the paint."

"Yeah, I figured it wouldn't hurt to fix up the symbol. It was looking a little rough. Could barely tell what it was." Dash smiles. Hood makes his way over to start looking over his bike, hopping on and revving the engine for a second. It sounded clearer than it had when he dropped it off. "There aren't any tracking devices, right?"

"None at all. You are more than welcome to check, scan it, bring someone else in, whatever you want." He responds easily. They make their way back to the counter and wait for the transaction to finish. Dash ignores the glaring name of Bruse Wayne on the card. "So why are you in Crime Alley? You don't seem the type." Hood breaks the silence.

"Well, I had to leave my hometown and had family in Gotham. Crime Alley was the only place that didn't run background checks and accepted cash once I got my own place." This gets an odd look from Hood, eyebrows scrunched and head tilted forward and a bit to the side.

"Got something to hide, blondie?"

"Don't we all?"

The payment takes, Dash gives him the receipt, and then Hood rides off with his bike. He's found his new mechanic.

Short DPXDC Prompts #234

Dash ends up making his own mechanics shop in Crime Alley and Red Hood comes into his shop to ask for modifications to his bike. He becomes Jason’s go to guy for car and bike repairs.