#straight up my ankle right now is uhhhh. not good!

[kalkydra]

in 12ish hours i will be getting up and starting to get ready for my doctor appointment... and then i will come home and get high for the first time in a month.... oh baby

[delphi-dreamin]

i wish you would write a fic where delphi and luci just have a morning of domestic fluff (and maybe some soft sex)

Ask and ye shall receive, my love! (Are you in my brain? I've got three of this exact prompt in my WIP folder at this very moment! But uh. This one is special.)

Honeymoon

Relationship: Delphi x Lucifer

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Uhhhh...cunnilingus, piv, tooth-rotting fluff (seriously I think I developed a new cavity from this)

Sunlight filters in through the sheer curtains, bathing her in a warm glow as Delphi yawns and blinks away the sleep still clouding her mind. It takes a few moments of listening to the whisper of waves and the cacophonous cries of shore birds just beyond the window before she remembers where she is and why. She looks down at her hands, a thin gold band adorning the third finger of her left, and smiles, feeling pink rising in her cheeks.

Her legs and hips ache in the best way, bringing flashes of memory bubbling to the front of her mind: Lucifer in his deep red tuxedo, waiting for her under a canopy of lights deep in the woods; Simeon binding their hands together with iridescent cord; Asmo crying as they said their vows; Lucifer teleporting them to their cabin and carrying her not only over the threshold, but straight to the bedroom.

She remembers as clear as day the reverence with which he loosened the laces of her dress, the way his breath fanned over her neck when he delicately moved her hair to undo her necklace, and the warmth that pooled in her belly when he sank to his knees before her and began trailing kisses from her ankles to her chest. It’s the same warmth that rises in her now as she recalls the adoration in his eyes when he sank into her fluttering walls for the first time as her husband.

Delphi whines as she rolls over, the sheets behind her cool to the touch. She didn’t imagine waking up the day after her wedding to an empty bed.

Just as she’s about to get up and explore the cabin, the bedroom door opens and her husband walks in carrying a tray piled with tropical fruits and smiling.

“Good morning, Mrs. Morningstar,” he purrs, setting the tray down on the bedside table and brushing a pink curls behind her ear.

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” Delphi hums, pressing her cheek into his palm. “Mrs. Morningstar.”

He sits beside her on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead. Smiling down at her, he asks, “What would you like to do today, Mrs. Morningstar?”

Delphi grins back, replying, “We have a whole month to do things. Right now, I think I want to make love to my husband.”

“Your wish is my command, my beautiful wife.”

Lucifer stands to remove his black silk robe, then moves to the foot of the bed. He lifts the blanket with a wicked grin and says before disappearing under it, “This is how I’d hoped to wake you up this morning.”

Delphi’s breath hitches as she feels him move slowly up the bed and spread her legs. He shifts her slightly and lifts her legs onto his shoulders, inhaling her scent deeply before pressing a kiss to her wet folds. She moans at the contact, arching involuntarily off the bed when she feels him part her lips and run his tongue once from her entrance to her clit. He kisses and licks at her languidly, holding her in place when she begins to squirm in an effort to gain more friction.

He continues at the same pace for what feels like hours, humming contentedly when she buries a hand in his hair and begins to tug. The extra little bit of sensation is nearly enough to send her over the edge, and she begins to whine and pant.

“I’m so close, Luci-! Please let me come,” she begs, trying again to cant her hips for more friction.

He hums again, smiling at her responding cry, then slowly slips one long finger into her, hooking it into the spongey sweet spot deep within while sucking harshly on her swollen bud. It only takes a few more strokes along that little bundle of nerves within her and she comes undone with a shout of his name, her walls clamping down on his finger as she squeezes his face between her thighs. He continues to suck and lick at her until she begins pushing him away, whining that it’s too much, that it hurts.

He relents then, moving up the bed to press his lips to hers. Delphi moans, her own release thick on her tongue as he slides his own past her lips. She drapes her arms over his shoulders, grounding herself in his steady presence. Her head is spinning and there’s an aching sense of emptiness deep within her, but he is solid and sturdy and so responsive when she wraps her legs around his waist.

Never breaking the kiss, Lucifer presses his thick tip into her entrance, slowly sinking into her warmth until he’s fully seated within her fluttering core. He swallows down her gasps and moans until he feels her head fall back into the pillows, and he grasps her hands above her head with both of his. Lucifer waits until she looks up at him with shining eyes, then slowly withdraws until only the head of his cock remains within her. He watches her with soft fascination as he pushes back in just as slowly, watching her lips part and her eyelids fall closed.

Pressed together chest-to-chest, he drops feather-light kisses on her eyelids, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, as he continues rocking into her. Her moans punctuate every slow thrust of his hips, her eyelids fluttering with every nudge of his tip against her cervix.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers, moving one hand to brush his fingertips along her cheek. “Look at me, my love.”

Delphi does as he requests, opening hazy violet eyes to gaze up into his. He rewards her with a gentle smile that makes her feel as if her insides are molten and every inch of her skin is on fire. She smiles back at him blearily, drunk on the feeling of him filling her completely. He caresses her cheek again, and she turns into it ever so slightly, holding his gaze through thick lashes.

“I love you,” she breathes, her voice barely higher than a whisper. It’s all she can manage, but she knows he can hear it, his heightened senses both a boon and a curse.

Delphi can feel the crest of the wave approaching with every deep stroke of his cock within her walls. Warmth flows through and over her, building until she can’t contain it any longer. She comes undone with a whimper, the waves washing over her in a warm tide. She tightens her grip on his strong hand, her other fisting in the soft sheets until she feels him twitch inside her, the pressure and warmth growing as his seed fills and spills out of her.

She holds him close, breathing in his heady scent until she feels sleep begin to clutch at the edges of her mind again.

“I love you, too, my darling,” he whispers as his night black wings unfurl and cover them both. “I will love you for the rest of my days.”

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[skiesofthesketchy]

Midsummers

Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader

Summary: You drag a poor, unsuspecting stranger to be apart of your little scheme, but JJ doesn’t mind all that much. 

Note: Yoooooo how are you guys? This fic is dedicated to my bff @rafej-cambanks​ bc it is her birthday today!! Go send her some love! I figured this might be a nice lil surprise bc it is 1 of the maybe 2 unpublished fics that you haven’t read yet lol. Anyway, I love you SO MUCH and hope you like this :)

Still working on blurbs for my 1k celebration! Sit tight, they will be coming soon :)

Warnings: language, hella fluff, uhhhh yea Word Count: 4k

gif by @toesure​

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Standing in front of the full-length mirror and gazing at your reflection, you couldn’t keep a straight face. The pretty emerald fabric of your dress adorned your figure perfectly, considering the thousands of dollars your mother spent on it plus having it tailored to fit you so. The hem fell to your ankles, showing off your expensive six inch heels and perfectly painted toenails. Your jewelry consisted of a simple diamond necklace and matching earrings, the sparkle adding to your already glowing complexion. You assumed your makeup would look cakey, but it actually looked quite flawless. That’s what you get when your mother hires a professional to do your makeup and hair for the most prestigious Kook party of the year.

Midsummers. Tonight was the night every Kook family planned for months beforehand, and then talked about the months following after. The party where rich socialites gather to brag about their wealth and successes over lobster and expensive champagne, playing fake nice to uphold their own powerful and pleasant reputations. You hated Midsummers with every fiber of your being, but alas, it was the one event you couldn’t get out of, and you had to attend. 

You bubbled with laughter as you gazed at your appearance, hardly looking like yourself at all. A silly flower crown in your hair and an elegant dress that could probably pay for a trip to Europe. “So this is the daughter my parents have always wanted,” you sighed, coming out of your laughing fit. 

Your parents never really understood you. All they ever wanted was for you to be their perfect princess, hanging out with other Kooks, going shopping, finding a suitable boyfriend from a wealthy family, you know, the whole shabang. And of course, keeping your grades up at the academy so that you can one day work for your father’s multi-million dollar company. It was what all Kooks expect from their kids, but you weren’t about that lifestyle.

Sure, you were grateful for your comfy upbringing, but you couldn’t care less about any of that stuff. You just wanted to have fun, travel the world, figure out who you are. You’d jump off a cliff before you had to be tied down to this boring, money-obsessed world that your parents live in. 

With a quick wink to your alter-ego in the mirror, you sauntered out of the large bathroom, your heels clacking on the white marble floors. You made your way to the extravagant lobby area of the Island Club, staying close to the wall in order to not be noticed. Your parents were thankfully already at the party outside, but there was still someone you were trying to avoid: the pathetic boy your parents had set you up with. 

He really wasn’t that bad, just boring like every other Kook boy your age. Only caring about parties, drugs, and tormenting the Pogues on the island. According to your parents though, he was a “suitable young man” because his parents were wealthy and respected on Figure Eight. 

You spotted your date, Topper Thornton, leisurely scrolling on his phone, his other hand in his pocket. He was waiting for you so that you two could walk down the glorious staircase into the party together. It was tradition for ladies to be escorted down the steps, which is exactly why your mother took finding an escort for you into her own hands. The stupid tradition made you gag. You didn’t need a pretty boy to escort you into a lame-ass party, and that’s why you were hiding from him.

With Topper’s gaze fixed on his phone, you took this opportunity to slip through the large room and onto the balcony, the party happening just down the stairs. With a sigh, you started your descent down the staircase, taking in the scene in front of you. There were pretty lights hung up around the huge tent covering the dining area. People were dressed to the nines, champagne flutes in hand as they giggled and chatted to one another. The live band played classy music while some couples danced, and staff members ran around serving drinks to the attendees. 

Casually walking down the last few steps, that’s when you noticed your parents watching you, and you grinned brightly at them. You knew ditching your date for the grand entrance would piss them off, which is mostly why you did it, and it was confirmed by the sour expressions on their faces.

“Mom. Dad. You guys look great!” you smiled. Your mother only scowled in response. 

“Y/N! What on earth are you doing? Where’s the Thornton boy?” She spoke through her perfect teeth clenched in a fake smile, trying not to draw attention from others. 

You shrugged. “I dunno. Great party though,” you said nonchalantly as your eyes wandered, obviously not bothered by the disappointing looks your parents were giving you. 

“You know your mother wanted you to walk in on a man’s arm,” your dad said. He was trying to console your mom by rubbing her back soothingly. She was not taking this well, her chest rising and falling rapidly in anger. She wanted to yell at you, but wouldn’t dare to make a scene with all of these people around. 

You rolled your eyes. “Why do I have to be escorted by some boy? That tradition is dumb, and sexist, quite frankly.” 

“Y/N, you’re embarrassing us!” your mom whisper-yelled. Her eyes were wide and her lips twisted in displeasure. She’s more pissed than you thought she’d be, and you smiled. “You couldn’t have done this one thing for us? Why can’t you go one night without embarrassing your family?”

“You’re being dramatic,” you sighed. You loved pushing their buttons. They have to figure out you don’t want to live in this Kook bubble for the rest of your life sooner or later. It sucks that they aren’t accepting of who you are and only want you to be their little Kook Princess, but that has never kept you down for long. 

“Don’t talk to your mother that way,” your dad warned in a low voice. You scoffed.

“Tell me why you ditched your date,” your mom whispered, the anger still apparent even with how quietly she spoke. 

“I ditched him because I already have a boyfriend, Mom.” You didn’t really have a boyfriend, but the lie rolled off your tongue easily. Lying to your parents was something you did quite often, and not just to get away with the stupid shit you do sometimes. It was fun to mess with them. They get so upset over silly things, especially your mom. 

A smirk found its way to your mother's face, and you knew she didn’t buy it. “Oh yeah? Then where is he?” You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of catching you in your lie, especially if it meant she’d make you walk back up those damn steps just to retrieve Topper and do the whole entrance all over again. 

You were already disinterested in this conversation, but you couldn’t just walk away now. Your eyes wandered the party briefly, and that’s when you spotted a waiter heading in your direction. He didn’t seem too busy at the moment, no drinks or plates of food in hand, so the gears in your head started turning. Before you could even second guess your plan, you were stopping the boy’s strides by grabbing his hand and dragging him to the spot next to you in front of your parents.

“Right here,” you said. “Mom. Dad. Meet my boyfriend.” An innocent smile graced your lips as you stared at your parents, awaiting their reactions. You were happy to see surprise and displeasure taking over their features, and the blonde boy next to you looked just the same. You ignored him though and the way he turned to you with confusion dancing in his eyes. You didn’t even care if the stranger went along with it. Even if he walked off and this all blew up in your face, the shock on your mom’s face right now has already made it worth it. You found it all fucking hilarious.

Registering the silence and how nobody seemed to know what to do, you turned your smiling face towards the boy, squeezing his hand in yours and trying not to laugh at this whole situation. You finally noticed his beautiful blue eyes and the way they seemed to ask you what the hell is going on. You shot him a wink, and after quickly scanning your face, something in him seemed to change.

“Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s so great to finally meet you.” The boy had turned his attention back to your parents, and reached to shake your father’s hand. You couldn’t help the happiness that swelled up inside of you. He’s actually going along with your idiotic plan to piss your parents off even more.

Your other hand came up to rest on the boy’s bicep as you watched him shake your dad’s hand. Your dad couldn’t form words as he looked at the waiter you clung to. Your mom had plastered on one of her brilliant fake smiles after a few seconds, and nodded her head in acknowledgement. 

This was almost too good to be true. You didn’t know the boy standing next to you, but considering he was part of the staff, he had to be a Pogue. Your parents never allowed you to hang out with Pogues before, so you could only imagine their fury after learning you were dating one. You only caught a quick glance at the blonde, but you noticed the bruises on his face and the cut on his lip. You didn’t know his story, but you knew your parents only saw him as a trouble-making Pogue, and his beat up face only made it better. Not to mention you were in the middle of the biggest party of the year. Your parents wouldn’t dare do anything to make a scene, not here. Sure, you’d be getting an earful at home later, but you were already basking in the pleasure of seeing them so utterly angry and not being able to show it.

“And what’s your name, young man?” your dad asked. 

“JJ Maybank, sir.” You turned your gaze to the boy again, and he smiled charmingly at your parents. “I’ve heard lots about you both, from your lovely daughter here.” He suddenly turned to face you again, the same cute smile on his lips, and released your hand to instead wrap his arm around your waist. Fuck, he’s doing a great job at playing along even though you dragged him into this mess that he had no business being in. You were loving every second of this. 

The way your mom was struggling to keep her calm composure had laughter bubbling in your chest, but you kept your lips shut tight to hold it in. “JJ,” she said through clenched teeth. “Are you working the party?” As polite as she was trying to be, her distasteful glance at his work attire didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. 

JJ wasn’t disheartened by her question, and only smiled bigger. “Yes ma’am, I work at the Island Club for such events. I also deliver groceries and mow lawns. But don’t worry. I still make plenty of time to take Y/N out on dates and treat her like the princess she is.” You found his gaze once again, and you swear you could kiss him. He’s really milking this whole encounter with your parents and you promised yourself to thank him later. 

“Oh, that’s nice,” your dad responded for your mother. She was practically seething underneath that perfect mask of hers, but your father looked quite uncomfortable as well. And here you thought Midsummers would be boring. 

You listened in on the awkward conversation a few minutes more before you spoke up. “I’m glad you guys finally met, but we’re gonna go now. Enjoy the party!” You grinned one last time at your parents before grabbing JJ’s hand and dragging him away, leaving them to simmer in their shock and anger without you.

You had made it all the way to the other side of the dance floor before you burst out laughing. Giggles poured out of you loudly, and JJ couldn’t help but join in. You didn’t even care how awkward that whole situation was, you found it absolutely hilarious and you were happy to see that JJ seemed to think so too. “Thanks for playing along with that, man,” you smiled. “I totally owe you.”

JJ Maybank was confused to say the least. He caught on to your little plan and used his superb improv skills to play along, but he didn’t really know why. He’d never met you before, and couldn’t possibly figure out why you would claim him as your boyfriend. And though you two had never met, he knew exactly who you were. Everyone did. You were Y/N Y/L/N. Your parents were among the richest Kooks on the whole island, and you were their perfect Kook Princess. Why on earth would you ever tell them that he was your boyfriend? He was a low-life Pogue. None of it made any sense. 

He wanted to ask you for an explanation, but he was too caught up in the moment with you. He had never seen you up close before, and had to admit he found you intriguingly beautiful. Your eyes gleaming as your whole face lit up, your dress showing off your nice figure and complimenting you perfectly, even the giggles escaping your lips screamed beauty. He had his mind made up about you, thinking you’re no different than every other rich girl on the island, but now he’s not so sure. From the moment you abruptly grabbed his hand, he could tell you didn’t give a fuck about anything. You seemed fun.

“Do you always try to freak your parents out like that?” he asked with a laugh. 

You chuckled too with a nod. “Yeah. They’re too comfy in their dumb Kook lifestyle, so I like to scare them every once in a while.” You looked up at him with your pretty smile, and he could only smile back. Your words suddenly made him like being in your presence a whole lot more. 

He watched as you messed with your flower crown, the flowers getting caught in your hair as you unceremoniously pulled it off of your head. “Stupid fucking flower crown...” you mumbled before tossing it off to the side on the ground. JJ laughed at your messed up hair, but reached his hands up to fix it for you. You couldn’t care less about what you looked like, which he found odd about you, but you enjoyed the feeling of his fingers running through your hair, patting down the wild strands. 

You took this opportunity to really look at him. His blonde hair was messy and the locks fell over his forehead. The bruises marking his face did little to hide how attractive he was, the cut on his lip seemed to make him even more attractive to you. Even his work uniform was tattered and wrinkled, but he still managed to look good in it. He finished messing with your hair and tucked a strand behind your ear, eyes meeting yours, and neither of you could hide your curious smiles. “Thanks,” you hummed. He only nodded in response.

Your eyes wandered as you tried to figure out what to say, but you caught sight of Topper bounding down the staircase, his gaze searching through the party, probably for you. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath, grabbing JJ’s shoulders and positioning him in front of you. You stepped closer to him as you peaked your head over his shoulder to keep your eyes on the Kook you ditched.

“Hiding from someone?” JJ asked, looking down at you with amusement. 

You nodded. “Just the guy my parents tried to set me up with. I may or may not have ditched him,” you laughed sheepishly. Maybe you should’ve felt bad, but you didn’t.

JJ spared a glance over his shoulder. “Which one of these unlucky bastards was it?” 

You giggled, still trying to hide your frame completely behind JJ. “Topper Thornton. Frosted Tips. Looks like a lost puppy.”

JJ laughed and you could practically feel the warm vibrations from his chest. His pretty eyes met yours again, and he surprised you by wrapping his arm around your waist while his other hand found yours, bringing the pair of you into a waltz position. A smile tugged on your lips as you placed your other hand on his broad shoulder, and you both began to sway. 

JJ never pictured himself in this position before. Slow dancing with you, the Kook Princess of all people, at the Kookiest party of the year no less. He felt a strange sense of pride knowing that you had ditched Topper and are instead dancing with him. Being this close to you, he found himself trying to memorize your features, the color of your eyes, the softness of your hand in his, and the enticing curve of your waist which he had the pleasure of holding onto. 

“So,” JJ spoke softly. “What do you normally do when you’re not attending fancy parties and pissing off your parents?” He didn’t know why, but he wanted to find out more about you. You’re already quite different than what he made you out to be.

“Getting into more trouble,” you responded with a wink. 

He chuckled. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

You shrugged. “Last month, I ran off to Cuba for a week without telling anyone.” You didn’t think it was a big deal, but you noticed the waves of surprise in JJ’s eyes. You giggled at his expression. “What about you? When you’re not serving drinks, delivering groceries, or mowing lawns,” you paused to admire the bruises on his face. “What do you do?”

“Get into trouble,” he laughed, shooting your words back at you. 

You played along. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You don’t know when it happened, but you realized now that you guys were closer than before. Your chest was pressed into his, and his face was so close you could kiss him with the slightest lift onto your toes. 

“Picking fights with your Kooky friends, usually,” he chuckled. 

“If you’re referring to Topper and his goons, we’re not friends.” JJ’s lips lifted into a small smile at your words. If he wasn’t mistaken, you were about as fond of those assholes as he was. 

You both were just staring at each other, choosing to put the small talk to rest and just enjoy the moment. JJ’s eyes never left yours as you brought both of your arms around his neck, leaving him to wrap his arms around your back, diminishing any space there was between your bodies. You thought he might’ve kissed you with the way his gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, but he didn’t. Instead, his hands found yours and he spun you around so that your back was against him, your arms crossed over your body as you continued to sway. 

His lips hovered over your neck briefly, and you released a sigh, trying to remember the last time you felt so close to someone, so content and in the moment. Something about the boy holding you in his arms gave you butterflies, that warm and exciting feeling spreading through your veins. He suddenly released one of your hands and pushed you so that you were spinning away from him, but then caught you and pulled you back.

You giggled as he twirled you around the dance floor, pleasantly surprised at how good of a dancer he was. Staying hidden from Topper wasn’t even on your mind anymore. With his grip on both of your hands, you both spun around, making the other dancing patrons have to move out of the way. Your laugh bubbled louder, and you couldn’t care less about the other guests. JJ found himself laughing along with you, even though part of him still wondered why he was here, dancing and having fun with you. 

After a moment, he pulled you back against him and you both fought to catch your breaths while the laughter died down. He admired your features again, and the question he’s been dying to ask finally escaped passed his lips. “How come you’re not embarrassed to be seen with me?” He didn’t mean it to sound so insecure, he was rather genuinely curious.

Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion, your grin turning into a frown. “Why would I be embarrassed?”

He scoffed lightly. “Come on, Y/N. We’re from two different worlds.” His eyes wandered for a second, noticing the amount of eyes on the two of you, probably floored at the scene you guys had just made. “Everyone is watching. The Kook Princess dancing with a Pogue...” He didn’t mean to bring down the mood, but he couldn’t help it. He was used to being dismissed, used to being viewed as a disgusting Pogue that only got into trouble. 

You brought your hands up to brush his hair away from his face, your bright smile returning. Your hands then cupped his cheeks, your thumb gently brushing over his split lip. “I don’t give a fuck about these people.” JJ chuckled, feeling his spirits lift once again. Your fingers dragged down his neck and landed on his collar, which you straightened for him. 

“You know,” you started, eyes fixed on the buttons of his white shirt. “I expected tonight to be the absolute worst, but I’m actually having an amazing time.” You peered up at him through your lashes, and JJ smiled. 

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, his usual flirty persona returning. “And why is that?”

You giggled, deciding to humor him. “I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my handsome fake boyfriend has some damn good dance moves,” you winked. Your chest became warm at the sound of JJ’s deep chuckle, his breath fanning over your face.

Among the many judgy looks the pair of you were getting, your parents were also watching from a nearby table. JJ noticed their burning glares, and an idea popped into his head. Gazing into your pretty eyes, he smirked with a nod of his head to the side. When you glanced over and was greeted with the sight of your very angry parents, a grin creeped onto your face. You were making quite the spectacle, but really, who cares? “Want to give them something to be really pissed about?” JJ asked.

You looked at him curiously, but nodded nonetheless. You were already thrilled with how the night was going, and wondered what else he could possibly have up his sleeve. He leaned forward and suddenly, his lips were on yours. Your surprise was soon washed away and you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss, arching your back to press your chest into him. 

His hand rested on the back of your neck, pulling you in even closer as you both indulged in one another. His other large hand squeezed your hip, and you squealed softly against his lips. After a few more seconds, you pulled away from each other, gleaming smiles on your faces. Yeah, that sure made your parents fucking livid. Your mother had excused herself from the table they were sitting at, and your father followed after her, but you weren’t paying attention to them. 

JJ had rested his palms on your cheeks, just looking at you, and he knew then that he wouldn’t be able to get you off of his mind no matter how hard he tried. Your hands gripped his wrists, and you felt sad for a moment, thinking about how JJ probably needs to get back to work. He needs to get back to his life, and you need to get back to yours. “I’ll see you around, JJ?” You held your breath, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time you saw him.

He kissed you once more, short and sweet, before pulling away again with a smirk. “Definitely.” And with that, he made his way back through the party and into the building while you watched, not being able to hide your giddy grin.

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[elianamarie-blog]

could you maybe do an eric forman x reader where they go to a halloween party and the reader dresses up as Leia from star wars and eric absolutely m e l t s it can be spicy or fluffy or both lol i’m deprived of eric content

 I’ll be so happy to do that for you! :)

Eric x Reader

October 24, 1977

Point Place, Wisconsin

Eric Forman’s Basement

“What’s everybody doing for Halloween?” Donna asked as she sat down next to Eric and Kelso.

“Oh, probably going to eat a lot of candy and cry myself to sleep,” Eric commented. “Being alone on this holiday isn’t fun.”

Y/n was sitting in the lawn chair adjacent from him and set down the magazine she was reading on her lap. “What do you mean? It’s not like it’s Christmas,” she laughed.

“Yeah, but with Halloween, girls can dress up as slu-aaaa--” Eric stammered while staring at an amused y/n.

“Like what, Eric?” Y/n asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Uh,” Eric stuttered once more and cleared his throat. “Like, uh, slugs. Girls can dress up like slugs.”

“Nice save,” Hyde chuckled. 

“Yeah, but Halloween is better,” Fez piped up. “You get all kinds of free candy.”

“Well, Fez, people get candy on Christmas too,” Jackie mentioned and sat on Kelso’s lap.

“Yeah, but my host parents don’t allow me to eat as much candy on Christmas and since they don’t celebrate Halloween, I have to hide it from them,” Fez replied sourly. 

“Well, that’s sad,” Y/n said. 

“You know what’s sad?” Hyde asked, sitting from his usual spot with his feet up on the table and arms crossed. “Halloween is on a Monday this year, so we can’t do anything.”

“Well, we can still have it the weekend of,” Donna suggested. “Like, this weekend?”

Everyone looked at each other,

“Yeah, that sounds good,” they all agreed.

“Saturday night, here in the basement?” Eric asked, looking at everyone for approval.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good,” everyone agreed, except for y/n.

“Y/n?” Eric asked, causing y/n’s heart to jump in her chest. “You coming?”

Y/n’s brain jumbled for a minute with Eric’s doe eyes staring at her. “Y-yeah,” she stuttered. “I’ll be there.”

“Great!” he exclaimed. “Saturday night it is!”

“Yayyyy,” Y/n mumbled under her breath as she turned her attention back to the magazine.

                                              --Time Skip--

Later that week at the Halloween store, y/n, Jackie, and Donna were shopping around for their costumes.

“What are you guys wanting to go as?” Jackie asked as she picked up a French maid costume. “I think I’m going to go as this and Michael will be my lord.”

Y/n and Donna snickered. 

“What?” Jackie asked innocently. 

“I think Kelso might expecting a little bit more than a house cleaning,” Y/n giggled and laughed when she saw Jackie’s face blush a deep crimson.

“What are you going as, Donna?” Jackie asked, quickly changing the subject. 

“I don’t know,” she answered absent-mindedly. “Casey is going to be there, so I have to look foxy.”

“You’re still going out with him?” Y/n asked, not hiding her judgment. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with him.”

“I know, but he’s so dreamy,” Donna responded with a smile and pulled a sexy devil costume out. 

“That would look good on you,” Y/n commented. 

“Thanks, I might go as this,” she said off handedly and looked at y/n. “What about you? What’re you going as?”

“I don’t know,” she responded and pulled out a sexy nurse costume. “I don’t see anything that sticks out to me.”

“Maybe you should get that one costume we talked about,” Jackie said with a suggestive smile.

“No,” Y/n said quickly with wide eyes and shook her head. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“What? What isn’t going to happen?” Donna asked excitedly.

“Nothing,” Y/n said and walked away.

“Oh, c’mon, y/n. We’re best friends. You can tell me anything,” Donna badgered. 

“No, really, it’s nothing.”

“I think we should tell her,” Jackie agreed. “She was bound to find out sooner or later.”

“No, I’d rather not do this right now,” Y/n begged. “Please, please drop it.”

“Okay, now I need to know!” Donna said with a wide smile.

“C’mon, y/n, just tell her. It’s not like it’s a big deal anymore,” Jackie said.

“It kind of is,” Y/n said quietly. 

“What is?!” Donna almost shouted, causing some people to turn to look at them.

Y/n looked around her for a minute, contemplating saying anything before finally throwing in the towel. “Okay, fine. But, before I do, please promise me you won’t get mad at me.”

Donna knitted her eyebrows together. “Why would I be mad at you?”

A nervous noise came out of y/n as she wrung her hands together before nervously looking at Jackie who signaled for her to continue. “Well, um...okay, it’s uh--” she looked over to Donna who was staring at her with wide and curious eyes, “Okay, here’s the thing--”

“Oh, for the love of God just spit it out!” Donna said impatiently. 

“Okay,” Y/n said, starting to sway a little. “It’s, uh, Princess Leia.”

Donna giggled. “You were nervous about telling me you’re going to go as Princess Leia?”

“Well...yeah.”

This time Donna laughed. “That’s funny because Eric would really love--” she gasped. “Oh my God. You like Eric?!”

Y/n made a face as she just stepped on a bug and heard a nasty crunch. “Yeah.”

“For how long?” Donna asked, all humor gone.

Y/n sighed and rubbed her forehead. She wanted to run out as fast as the flash out the door. “Not very long,” she admitted. 

“When you mean not long, do you mean after me and Eric broke up?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

“Sort of as in yes,” Y/n answered quickly and nervously. 

“What--? How--?” 

“Well, after you two broke up, Eric really needed someone to talk to and I was the only one that would listen without getting annoyed,” Y/m defended. “And during that time, he was vulnerable and just really sweet and it made me look at him in a whole new light.”

Donna was quiet for a moment making both Jackie and y/n nervous. 

“I’m really sorry, Donna,” Y/n said. “I didn’t mean it for it to happen. It’s just that--”

Donna giggled making y/n to stop talking and stare at her in confusion. “Y/n, it’s okay.”

“Wait, really?” Y/n and Jackie asked in unison.

“Yeah,” Donna answered. “We broke up months ago and I’m dating Casey now. And the fact that you hesitated to do anything really means a lot to me. You’re a great friend.”

“Oh, thank you,” Y/n said, sighing in relief.

“And if you want to pursue anything with him, you have my blessing,” Donna said.

“Wow, Donna. Thank you,” she replied and gave her a hug. “You’re the best.”

“It’s no problem. Besides, now you’re the one has to deal with all the Star Wars references,” Donna sang-song as she walked passed y/n to go buy her costume.

                                      --Time Skip--

The party’s music was blaring from the Forman’s basement that night. Kitty and Red had gone over to the Pinciotti’s house for their Halloween--much against Red’s will. A lot of people showed up, making the basement loud. Donna went as a sexy devil, Jackie went as a sexy French maid, Kelso was dressed up in robe playing lord of the manor, Fez as Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show...again, and Hyde didn’t dress up, because, well it’s Hyde. Casey surprised everyone by actually showing up and could barley keep his hands off of Donna. And Eric, of course, dressed up as Luke Skywalker. 

Donna and Casey sat in the lawn chair, her in his lap while he whispered sweet nothings. Jackie and Kelso hung around the washer and dryer machine with Hyde, drinking beers and talking. Eric was hanging around with Fez, a Darth Vader, and a Tinker Bell. Eric was trying not to look at Fez’s pale legs while geeking out with Darth Vader and Tinker Bell. The only person missing was y/n.

“So, when Luke Skywalker blew up the Death Star--” he continued his story, but stopped when Hyde clapped a hand on Eric’s shoulder.

“Hey, man, you’re girlfriend is here,” he joked.

“What? I don’t have a girlfriend,” Eric said confused.

Hyde pointed to the door. Eric’s gaze followed to where he was pointing and could feel his heart stop for a moment. Y/n was standing at the door dressed as Princess Leia. If he was being honest with himself, she looked stunning. He never knew someone could look more beautiful than she did right now. He had always thought she was attractive, but he was always in love with Donna, but ever since they broke up, he found himself liking her more than just a friend. Even though y/n wasn’t as big of a fan of Star Wars herself, he still loved that he was able to be himself and geek out with her and not feel judged by it.

She made eye contact with him and made her way over to him.

“Hey!” she greeted cheerfully. “We match!”

“Uhhhh...y-yeah,” he stuttered. “You, uh, you-you look great.”

Y/n curtsied making Eric chuckle. “Thank you, Mr. Skywalker. You look great yourself.”

Tinker Bell had gotten bored and walked off while Fez and Darth Vader stayed to ogle at y/n.

“Hey, so what cha doing later?” Darth Vader asked.

Y/n looked around the party with a mild confused look. “Uh, this?”

Darth Vader chuckled. “I meant after the party.”

“Going home,” she stated.

Darth Vader nodded his head. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” she said, grateful that he wasn’t going to push her. He walked off, leaving the three of them.

“And I’m going to go find a drunk girl,” Fez said and sauntered off.

Eric and y/n stood alone; Y/n’s heart beating out of her chest. “So, nice party. A lot more people showed up than I thought.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Eric replied, a smile growing on his cute face. “Thanks for coming.”

“Oh, you know I wouldn’t miss it.”

Eric couldn’t stop himself for staring at y/n from head to toe. “You really do look great tonight though.”

She smiled shyly at him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, Forman!” Hyde called from nearby the washer and dryer. “Keg is here. Help me do a keg stand.”

Eric pointed his thumbs over his shoulder. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied nodding her head. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“Hey, I’ll catch you later?”

Y/n nodded. “Okay.”

She watched him walk off and hold Hyde by the ankles as he drank straight from the tap. Y/n chuckled to herself as she turned to the shower and grabbed a beer. She popped it open and went over to Donna and Jackie to talk to them.

“Wow, look at you,” Jackie gushed. “Looking sexy.”

“Awe, thanks Jackie,” she said, blushing.

“I saw that you caught the attention of someone,” Donna said seductively and subtly glanced over at Eric who was too into making sure Hyde didn’t fall on his face to notice y/n sitting on the couch. She had purposely had her dress hiked up to expose her right thigh, but still covering to be decent.

Eric wanted to look but he couldn’t take the chance of being distracted. 

“Okay, Forman, your turn,” Hyde slurred as he was lowered down.

“Wait! I have something better,” Kelso called out and brought out a funnel and a tube. “Gotta do this right.”

“Hell yeah!” Hyde whooped and connected the tube to the funnel.

Eric got down on one knee and put the tube to his mouth as Hyde started quickly filling up the funnel with cans of beer.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” everyone at the party chanted as Eric successfully drained four cans of beer. 

Eric stumbled back up and burped as he swayed a little. “I’m going to feel that buzz here in a minute.”

Y/n laughed as she watched the guy she liked come over and sit beside her. “What cha talkin’ about good lookin’?”

Y/n squinted her eyes at him while chuckling. “How drunk are you right now?”

“It’s more of a buzz going on,” he confessed. “But this confidence is real.” He clicked his tongue and pointed at himself.

“Hey, y/n, you wanna give this a go?” Hyde asked.

“Yes, do a keg stand!” Kelso shouted.

“No,” Y/n said quickly and firmly. “I’m not giving you another reason to look up my dress.”

“Kill joy!” Kelso shouted, now in a drunken stupor. 

“I will drink from the tube though,” she said to Hyde who nodded in approval.

As she walked over to Hyde, grabbed the tube, and got on her knees, Hyde nodded approvingly. “Oh, yeah. Get on them knees.”

“Shut up, you idiot and just start,” Y/n said.

“That’s what she said too!” Hyde threw his head back laughing.

“Just give me the beer!” she shouted, laughing at her friend’s stupidity.

“Alright, alright, alright, calm down,” he responded and started pouring the beer down the funnel.

The fizz of the beer burned as it quickly went down her throat. The fizz was going into her nose causing her eyes to water, but she refused to stop. As everyone chanted around her to keep going, she forced herself to focus on ingesting the beer instead of Eric, who was watching her intently. 

Hyde ended up pouring three beers in the funnel before she brought the tube up, careful not to spill. Everyone cheered and she got off the floor, her knees cracking from sitting on the concrete floor. 

“Damn, color me impressed,” Hyde said. “I thought you’d only be able to do one.”

“Please, I’ve been drinking with you morons for the past year and a half. I have a higher tolerance now.”

Hyde grinned, “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” y/n said and suddenly felt her skin heat up. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked out the basement and up the stairs, feeling that autumn breeze cool down her burning skin. She breathed in the cool evening air and sat on the porch. She leaned her head back and listened to the wind rattling the trees and crunchy leaves fly their way down the driveway.

She sat there like that for a minute or two before a voice caused her to snap her eyes open.

“Hey, you alright?”

Eric sat down next to her as she lazily turned her head to look at him. She could feel the alcohol starting to slush around her head, but it was a good buzz. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” she responded and looked back up at the night’s sky. “Just getting a breather. Started getting hot in there.”

“Yeah, when you’ve had a few beers and have a lot people around you, the air tends to heat up quick,” he commented.

Y/n hummed in response and looked back at him. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Oh, well, I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were enjoying the party.”

“Oh, me? I’m having a marvelous time.”

“Why did that sound sarcastic?” he deadpanned.

Y/n giggled. “It’s not. I really am having a great time.”

Eric gave her a single nod. “Good.” His wrung his hands as he struggled to find the right words. Y/n had her eyes closed again, so she didn’t notice his nervousness. “You really do look good tonight.”

Y/n opened her eyes once more and looked at him. “Thank you, Eric. You look good too.”

“No, I mean, you look really beautiful.”

Y/n blushed at his words and stood up, pretending to stretch. In reality, it was a way to cover up her nerves. “Thank you, Eric. That’s really sweet.” She smiled at him as he stood up to stand in front of her. “Shall we go back in?”

“Uh, yeah, but before we do,” he began and grabbed her arm, stopping her from turning around. “Um, if you’d like to grab a burger with me--o-or, you know, catch a movie, that would be cool.”

“Oh,” Y/n asked in surprise. “Just you and me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, his nerves shining through. “If you want to of course.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” she smiled at him.

“Okay, good. I was afraid that you were going to say no. Because I really li--”

He was cut off by her lips quickly meeting his. She wasn’t sure if it was the newfound confidence or the alcohol, or maybe even both, but she felt like the time was right.

“And you kissed me?” Eric asked, confused.

“Oh my God,” Y/n said, embarrassed. “Did I read the signs wrong? I’m so sorry. I’m so dumb. I thought you were asking me out--”

Now she was interrupted by Eric’s hand wrapping around her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She didn’t need to wait for her to completely melt into the kiss and placed her hands on either side of his face. She felt the universe line up and butterflies erupt in her stomach.

As he pulled away, he looked into her eyes. “I was.”

“Okay, so I’m not dumb,” she said lowly and chuckled to herself.

“No, not at all,” he said and captured her lips once more. “Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up at seven.”

She nodded and brought him in for another kiss, completely forgetting where she was for a moment until, “Alright! Get it, Eric!”

Eric and y/n broke their amorous kiss and looked to see Kelso, Hyde, Donna, Jackie, Fez, and Casey watching them.

“Hey, would you look at that. Foreplay has some moves,” Casey commented, making Donna lightly smack him in the chest.

“Bout damn time too,” Hyde said. “I was getting tired of hearing about his feelings towards y/n.”

Y/n flushed in embarrassment and hid her face in Eric’s chest.

“Uh, guys? Can we get a little privacy here?” Eric deadpanned.

“Sure, sure,” Fez said. “Hey, Eric. If you see her boobs, please describe them to me.”

Y/n and Eric looked at him with the most annoyed expression.

“Shut up, Fez!”

[tres-spades-hotel]

Becoming the Perfect Father, Part II

Hey everyone! So @lin-ful @leoamber66 and @flatsuke inspired me to start writing again! Have fun reading this and prepare yourself for the angst and action across the story... enjoy!

Part II - Kiki’s Heirship, a Backstory of Memories

Hi, my name is Kiki.

I used to be an orphan on the streets of Japan. I had to fend for myself, always dipping in and out of society for a while when I realised my family were no good to me. The scar they left me with on my eye made the famous billionaire, Eisuke Ichinomiya, the man leading Japan’s economy, curious. I saw him one day and believed in my heart I could be safe. I was only 7 years old when I followed him into his hotel one evening.

He crouched down to ask where my parents were but upon hearing the word, I was both crying and hitting him on his chest.

I hated the world for thinking that parents and family were what kept you safe because I didn’t believe it was true.

He didn’t know what to do with me.

I didn’t know what to do with me.

So he took my hand and led me to the penthouse elevator, thinking that Uncle Baba and Uncle Ota could calm me down. And they did. Throughout my time with them for the first few weeks, I was happy. Everyone played with me, they were patient with me, they were curious about me.

Dad looked after me, mostly because he was concerned about Uncle Baba’s antics. Blackmail was all it took to make his brick walls faulter. That day, talk of sending me to an orphanage arose and, apparently, Uncle Baba did not like it.

So Dad kept me, almost like a pet. He fed me, gave me shelter, clothing, and toys. After all this time, I really owe Uncle Baba for helping me even though I didn’t know it then. But there was only one thing Dad wouldn’t give me: his affection. To be honest, I don’t think he knew what it meant to give warmth and love to another person, whether it’s a woman or a child. That is, not until Mum came into our lives.

Instead I spent most of my time asking questions and receiving no answers. They were mysterious people with the world held tight in their hands. They could do anything.

I wanted that ability too.

Of course, it would be some time before I realise what responsibilities that ability entailed. I thought that if I were powerful, I could look after myself and never get hurt again. But it just wasn’t true.

‘Boss, let’s play a bit of poker.’ Uncle Baba said one day.

‘No.’ Rejected.

Uncle Soryu looked up from his book and sent a disapproving look at him.

‘Baba, there is a child here.’

‘Poker is not for children.’ Uncle Mamo muttered sleepily.

Everybody shot Uncle Baba down for the suggestion.

‘I want to play! Can I play too?’ I shot my arm up and waved it around.

‘No.’ Rejected. Again.

‘Kid, you do not want to play poker. You’ll lose instantly.’ Uncle Mamo finally got up from the couch for the first time that day.

‘Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!’

‘Koro, he’s saying that you don’t have enough money to play.’ Uncle Ota was always a devil.

‘Now, now Ota, don’t be so mean to Kiki. She’s just curious,’ Uncle Baba crouched down onto his knee.

‘Princess, poker is an adult game but you’re more than welcome to watch!’ He was always the more kind adult in the group. But I know that they’re all kind… in their own special ways.

‘You can watch me! With you by my side, I’ll win for sure!’ Always jolly too. He slipped an arm around me and hugged me close while the other lingered in the air like a star performer.

‘Baba, you always lose.’ Uncle Ota quipped in a matter-of-fact tone.

‘I do not!’

‘Koro, come sit with me and I’ll let you play with the chips!’

‘Uhhhh….’

‘Stop it. You’re confusing her.’ Uncle Soryu was always a firm favourite of mine after Mum and Dad. I might even be so bold as to call him a secret crush.

‘That’s enough. Kiki, sit next to me and watch what I do.’ Dad ultimately came to my rescue and the game began.

‘So Kiki, first we all put in a certain amount of chips.’ Uncle Baba held up a white chip, a red chip, and a blue chip.

‘How many chips?’

‘However many you want. Boss always insists he go first.’ There was a glare involved.

’10 million.’

‘Can’t you lower the amount?’ Uncle Mamo never did have as much money as the others. But…

‘If you don’t have enough money you can leave. Or are you so poor that you have to use our money to live in this hotel?’ It was rare to see Uncle Soryu smirk so evilly.

But Uncle Soryu always “convinced” him to continue. And Uncle Mamo always rose to the bait.

He threw another red chip into the middle. Raising the stakes.

‘Ooooohhh, Mamo is getting ready to win!’

‘Even though we all know he’s going to lose. Just like you Baba! The old men always lose.’

‘Shut up!’

‘Hey! That’s so rude Ota!’

The game was under way, with Dad and Uncle Baba giving audible instructions on how to play. I suppose this game was what shaped me into the Tres Spades Casino Queen when an international poker competition was held at the hotel.

‘Alright, time to show hands.’

I remember lifting up my hands as if it was an order. I also remember everyone laughing because of my hands.

‘Not your real hands. The cards.’

‘Ooooohhhh.’ You can imagine how red I was and how deeply I had buried my face into the pillow on my lap.

Uncle Mamo lost, Uncle Ota had a Three of a Kind and Uncle Baba had One Pair.

It was down to Uncle Soryu and Dad.

‘If you win, you can have the property you’ve been pinning for.’

‘Very funny.’

Uncle Soryu had a Full House.

Dad had a Royal Straight Flush.

‘So… who won?’

Throughout the games that afternoon, I was snuggling closer and closer to Dad’s body. And, for once, he didn’t push me away.

I was grateful for it.

*

‘Here you go Dad! All neatly organised in alfabetisal order.’

‘Alphabetical order.’

‘That’s what I said, alfapetical order.’

‘……….’ I knew Dad was sighing inwardly but I was content with life at the time. I didn’t know the danger that would happen hours later.

For a while, Dad decided to put me to work, to make up for the fact that I couldn’t pay to stay in the hotel. It was a bit dick-ish on his part but at least he didn’t sell me at the auctions. Eventually, he became more caring towards me as time went on. Waking me up when I had nightmares, patting me on the head, allowing me to help clean the paper work in his office. He even took me outside once on an exploration trip to see potential buyers and land to put the Ichinomiya name on.

I thought that I could finally be free from the pain I received. For a little while, I forgot why I had run away and why I was broken. But they reminded me of what my worth was.

‘Baba and Ota are taking me shopping. Should I get you something?’

‘If you want to.’

‘Like what?’

‘Whatever you think I will like. And if I don’t like it, I will tell you.’

‘Yeah, okay. Alright, I’ll be back later! Don’t work too hard!’ I waved my hands at the doorway to the purple man behind the desk. He didn’t look up.

‘Why am I here?’ Uncle Mamo whined.

‘Because you were sleeping. You need to do more than just eating and sleeping.’ Uncle Baba said behind the steering wheel.

‘I have work to do!’

‘You don’t have a job!’ Uncle Ota declared.

‘Yes I do kid!’

I couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of me. Uncle Baba decided that we should all hang out for dinner and try his new recipe of dumpling stew so he dragged us out to go shopping. But apparently I was too curious for my own good. It wasn’t long before I had wandered off to a different section of the shop that I felt a hand cover my mouth with a drugged napkin. I saw them pass by a corner before slipping into unconsciousness.

I hated myself for believing that I had a chance to live freely.

*

I remember waking up in a warehouse. I was chained to the ground with cuffs around my ankles and wrists. The stone ground was cold and miserable. I had to force myself to sit up and was instantly sick on the floor beside me.

‘She’s awake.’

‘I can see that idiot. Call the woman.’

When I was done, I looked up to see masked figures and screamed. They wore grizzly bear masks but not the fun-loving cartoon kind. They had tortured looks on their faces and blood seemed to seep out of the eye hole cut outs. A 7-year-old’s imagination can speed towards any direction but I knew better. They were symbols of the family I had left behind.

I backed into the wall behind me, hoping that the wall would open up and I could get away.

‘You’ve caused a lot of trouble young missy. You’re mum is very worried about you. Why don’t you speak with her, you little rat? Hm?’ A raspy voice floated out of the mask but I couldn’t move my hands close enough to my ears. The man reached out towards me but I took a bite into his fingers before they could touch me.

‘Ah! Damn you!’ He stood up quickly, cradling his right hand, and kicked me in my ribs. He threw down a punch on my left cheek for good measure before stomping off.

I was so used to the pain that I stopped crying out back then. But I guess staying with the bidders softened me too much. I sobbed quietly, feeling a thin stream of blood trickle down my face, and remembering the masks.

They were quite literally called The Family. I was born into it after my “father” slept with his mistress while his wife was giving birth to his third child. Illegitimate and alone, I was abused mercilessly by my half-siblings and their mother. Father didn’t care about me, he only lived for women and alcohol. But he kept an iron-fist over a torturous empire dedicated to illegal smuggling of organs. They used the bloody bear masks to practically scare their victims to death.

They were proud butchers. All of them. I was ashamed of the torture that it became a threat to my life every day.

Death was at my doorstep until I could take it no more.

‘You disgusting child, you never should have been born!’

Finally, she broke after her children accused me of attempting to steal money from their safe. They all knew it wasn’t true. She knew it was not true. She reminded me my place in this world when she drew a katana out and slashed it down my eye.

It wouldn’t be until I meet Uncle Luke Foster, who gave me a new eye and got rid of the scar, where I erase all traces of The Family.

‘The woman said to cut up her body for parts and organs. There is an auction nearby where we can sell them.’

I know now that they were talking about Dad’s auctions but luckily for me, I would never be put on that stage, dead or alive.

Before the bone-saw was even picked up from a medical cart, the screeches of car tires echoed faintly. The ground seemed to rumble like an approaching earthquake when suddenly, Uncle Soryu’s black Bentley tore through the main doors, forcing it off its hinges completely.

Dust lifted up and invaded our lungs as gravity set in and plunged the remains of the doors into the ground. The car doors opened and Dad came out in such a stylish manner that I thought I was in a movie.

‘Kiki…’

‘Eisuke!’ We looked at each other for a brief moment, a brief look of anger on his face, before he turned to see the man standing by me with the saw.

Dad stepped forward with a briefcase when one of the henchmen pointed his gun at him.

‘Don’t move!’

‘Eisuke!’ Uncle Soryu had his gun on the henchmen who immediately started shaking under his intense gaze.

Dad opened the briefcase and slid it forward.

‘$30 million in cash. If you give me the girl.’

They started mumbling and whispering, wondering what to do. It was clear the money Dad offered was substantially more than what they were originally being paid. But what would a famous billionaire hotel mogul want with a battered child? Looking to their leader, many of the men waited for an answer.

He looked down at me for a moment but I didn’t dare make eye contact.

‘Fine. Take her. She’s as good as dead anyway.’ The masked man threw the saw down and slowly crept up to the briefcase. He kneeled down when a shout came from the back of the warehouse. A large group of men appeared from the shadows with guns aimed at the heads of the henchmen.

‘Don’t shoot! Drop your weapons and get down!’

‘Wha-‘ Uncle Soryu moved quickly and bashed his gun onto the man’s head. He fell unconscious.

‘Don’t be so surprised. The Ice Dragons can be very useful at times like these.’ Dad had a smug look on his face; he knew he had won.

‘Mafia?!’

‘The Ice Dragons?!’

‘What are they doing in Japan?!’

The henchmen struggled and muttered and whined as the Ice Dragons led them away.

‘What should I do with them?’ Uncle Soryu handcuffed the man and forced him to stand on his feet.

‘The usual.’

‘Fine.’

‘Hey princess, let’s get you out of there.’ Uncle Baba’s voice came from one of the masks and I almost screamed again.

‘Don’t worry! Look!’ He took it off and I was relieved.

‘Baba…’ He unlocked the cuffs and Dad helped me stand up.

‘How did yo-‘

‘After you went missing, we did some digging around.’ Uncle Baba said, dropping the mask onto the ground.

‘We found out about The Family and traced you to here.’ Uncle Soryu came forward after handing the unconscious leader to Uncle Inui.

‘How though?’

‘The pager Eisuke gave you.’ Uncle Ota pointed to the object in my pocket.

I looked up at the man.

‘I never lose what belongs to me.’

‘We were lucky they didn’t take the pager from you. We’re glad that you’re safe.’ Uncle Soryu smiled at me.

‘You came to save me?’ I grasped Dad’s hand and asked in a small voice.

‘What kind of owner would I be if I let you get yourself kidnapped?’ I heard groans from the others.

‘Eisuke….’

‘Boss, she’s not a pet.’

‘Hey, Koro belongs to all of us. Not just you Eisuke.’

‘Eisuke?’ I said.

‘What?’

‘Can I stay with you?’

Dad looked mildly taken aback but he regained his composure, took out his pocket handkerchief and dabbed it on my cheek.

‘Ow…’

‘Stay still.’

‘Yes, stay very still for me.’

We all turned our heads to the sound of the new voice. He stood there in front of the car. The glare of the knife against the moonlight shot into my eyes. I blinked multiple times in the hopes that I had imagined him. My birth father stood there glaring at me alone, ignoring the Ice Dragons around him.

‘Stay very still while I cut you up into thousands of little pieces you damned hell spawn.’ He spat out those words that I knew so well while I quivered. He was capable of violence in every way. There were many times when he killed servants or subordinates out of anger. He was even worse when drunk, I never forgot the day when he stumbled in intoxicated and killed my mother in front of me.

‘He’s mad.’ I heard Dad whisper as he positioned himself in front of me. Shielding me.

‘You’ll have to get through me if you want her.’ Dad stood his ground and stared the crazed man down, something no one has ever done. But all it did was enrage him further.

Everything happened so fast that day, that everything is still hazy even after 15 years. He charged at Dad while gun shots rung across the warehouse. Uncle Soryu stopped him, dodged the knife, and grabbed his wrist, pinning it behind him. But that man got free and elbowed Uncle Soryu in his stomach. Suddenly, they were grappling with a gun and, as Uncle Baba and Uncle Ota tried to get me away, a single shot hit me.

‘KIKI!’ I remember falling to the ground clutching my side and hearing the yells of everyone around me. Dad’s face was the last thing I saw before blacking out.

I thought I was dead for real; I guess he almost made good on his promise to kill me.

*

In the end, I never saw The Family again. While Dad was bribing the henchmen hired by my step-mother, Uncle Mamo and the police arrested The Family using proof given by Uncle Baba’s sources. Apparently, he smelled of alcohol too that night so to hear that Dad killed my birth-father gave me a sense of peace that I didn’t know I had the capacity to feel.

I spent 2 week recovering in a private hospital. I was grateful. They never left me alone, always watching over me. The bullet wound did a lot more damage than the staff thought but they patched me up really well. Later, I would ask Dad to send small gifts to them as a thank you for looking after me. One of the nurses said that I nearly died on the operating table and that it was a miracle I pulled through at all.

‘You must have a big will to live, my dear. I’m sure there is someone you are living for in this life.’

I was unconscious for a while in the hospital after the operation. But I clearly remember the things that Dad said when he thought I was asleep.

‘Getting yourself kidnapped, getting yourself shot, nearly dying during surgery, you’ve lived through so many incidents. That’s not even mentioning the abuse you suffered growing up. He was mad. Very mad. I saw it in his eyes the hate he had for you, for the world. A man like that never survives. Only people like you. People who brave through situations, no matter how horrible or tragic, get to live in this world. I should know.’

I felt my hand enclosed in his hands.

‘I lost my family when I was your age. But I was taken in by my adopted father who was a close friend of my dad’s. He raised me, gave me a home, and taught me how to take care of myself. I repaid all of his kindness for giving me a new chance at life. Now I want to do the same thing for you. You asked if you could stay with me. I don’t intend to let you go, not after all this. I promise I will raise you the same way Akira raised me so that you can say that you made it through your trauma. That you deserve a new chance at life. Besides, Baba would have my head if I let you go now. You’ve really wiggled your way into our hearts Kiki. And it’s not a bad thing.’

‘Eisuke? I’ll look after her, you can go back to the hotel.’ Uncle Mamo walked into the private suite, so I couldn’t answer him. But in my heart, I already did.

‘You alright?’

‘I’m fine.’

‘She’s a tough kid. She’ll wake up soon.’

‘Oh I know. I doubt after all this, she would give up that easily.’ The door closed as Dad left the hospital.

I never forgot his words but I also didn’t ever tell him I knew. Maybe he sensed that I was awake but didn’t say. Dad never mentioned it and I was too shy to bring it up.

Eventually, the wounds healed but my body was still scarred. I went back to the hotel after what felt like forever. They held a little party to celebrate my return but I think they just wanted an excuse to drink. The way they drunk alcohol was very different to what I was originally used to. For a moment, I thought they would become like my birth-father, but it turns out maybe he was just a violent drunk.

Hours later, Uncle Mamo started sobbing and Uncle Baba reflected on the meaning of life, often asking me if I knew the theory of evolution. I was 7 years old.

Uncle Ota went to sleep and Uncle Soryu only shook his head disapprovingly at the mess in front of him. Dad gave me orange juice and snacks until I started feeling sleepy. He carried me upstairs in his arms. I woke up cuddling Dad in his room the next morning.

I finally found the home that I had always wanted.

*

After Dad and I got ready in the morning, Mr Kenzaki came to the penthouse.

‘It is good to see you’re back in high spirits again Kiki.’

‘Thank you!’ I said while eating an apple.

‘Here sir, the documents you requested has arrived.’ He handed over a black folder and Dad opened it.

‘Good. You can leave.’

Mr Kenzaki bowed and I waved goodbye.

‘Kiki. Come here.’

I got off my seat on the couch and stood in front of him. Dad un-crossed his legs, turned me around and lifted me up onto his lap.

‘Bwah!’

‘Pfft, are you comfortable?’

‘Oh, yes!’ I replied, looking up at his face. He placed his hand on my head and turned it towards the black folder.

‘Do you know what this is?’

‘Important documents?’

‘Yes. Do you know what of?’

‘For new property?’

‘No.’

‘A contract with another company?’

‘No.’

‘A restraining order on Uncle Baba?’

‘Pfft, if only.’ Dad chuckled.

‘Then what is it?’

Dad put the folder on the couch and adjusted me around so that I could see him.

‘They are adoption papers.’

At the time, my brain blanked out for a second. I had absolutely no idea what it meant. Then it clicked.

‘Who are you adopting?’

‘You know the answer to this, dummy.’ Dad laughed at my dumb question and I asked another.

‘You’ll let me stay?’

‘You don’t need to live in fear anymore Kiki. I will raise you to become my heir to the Ichinomiya Group and the Tres Spades Hotel. There will be hardships but I’m not about to allow you to go.’ He smiled a rare smile at me. I cried horribly ugly kid tears. All the tension in my life suddenly melted away when Dad held me tight to his chest. He patted my head as I sobbed my heart out.

‘You don’t have a choice in the matter.’

You have no idea how many times he says this exact line, or maybe you do. It is indescribable the feelings and emotions I had that day. Somehow, I found myself a new family and a new father who would look after me and love me like a real father. I believed that the idea of a family didn’t exist but the truth is that it does. You just have to know where to look.

Mum was added into my family a year later. A year after that, Uncle Luke, Uncle Shu, and Uncle Hikaru completed my family.

*

Hi, my name is Kiki Ichinomiya, President of the Ichinomiya Group.

And I am the heir to the Hotel King’s legacy.

[justanalto]

i was tagged by the wonderfully sweet @besidemethewholedamntime -- thank you so much!! <3 <3 <3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

I have a wet brush that’s bright blue, but I also have a hairbrush that’s red!

2. Name a food you never eat

uhhhh...olives, but only when they’re on their own. 

3. Are you typical too warm or too cold?

I’m always too cold. always, always, always. my fingers are currently freezing and so are my toes. I think it’s because there’s a loose draft in my room here somewhere, TBH. 

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

roses are red // 45 minutes ago // i was writing poetry // and answering all my asks in a row

i’ve been sending people asks in poetry form and they’ve been responding, LOL -- so there’s been a lot of poetry brain going on!

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?

either a nice dark chocolate bar or a green tea kit kat bar!

6. Have you ever been to professional sports event?

I’ve been to a few professional baseball games! gotta get out there and have some mass sports pride. one of these days, my american football team will be good again and I will get those tickets. 

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

some half-hearted mumble-harmonizing to pentatonix’s be my eyes, so something along those lyrics!

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

either black raspberry (s/o to campus!!) or mint chocolate chip :) 

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

a couple of sips of water, hehe

10. Do you like your wallet?

I do! It’s the first “grown-up” wallet I feel like I’ve ever had -- I bought it from camden market last year when I was in london, and it’s a nice pine shade of green and made of cork. unfortunately, because i bought it in london, it also means that it doesn’t hold american currency quite as well, but it’s okay, i make do, LOL! 

11. What is the last thing you ate?

my dad made spaghetti bolognese and I ate that with a hecking ton of bread. it was fantastic :) 

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

unfortunately, no :( i can’t remember the last time I bought new clothes. maybe january? february? before the pandemic started. 

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I think...I know it was definitely a pats game, and I’m pretty sure we lost, so it’s somewhere along the lines of pats v. ravens, I think

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

extra buttery, even though it would probably murder me :’)

15. Who is the last person you send text message to?

@aleksandrachaev, and it was two thumbs-up emojis, LOL. 

16. Ever been camping?

I have! I went a long time ago, like nine years ago long ago, I think somewhere out west? I slept on an air mattress, went to an outdoor bathroom, all that fun jazz! and the bug bites, LOL. 

17. Do you take vitamins?

my mom: so you’ve got the probiotic, the vitamin c and the biotin...

18. Do you regularly attend a place of workship?

I don’t -- my dad used to go to church regularly, but other than that, I’ve never been to church and we’ve never been as a family. 

19. Do you have a tan?

i don’t know how this happened but I literally still have shorts tan from like, august. it is the middle of november, someone tell me how I got here. a couple of years ago, I burnt so badly on a trip to LA I was still seeing the tan months later, LOL. and most of the time, I have some fair flip-flop tan!

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

chinese, because pizza has the ability to murder me

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?

it it’s a takeout cup, then odds are good i’m drinking it through a straw, but other than that nope :) 

22. What color socks you usually wear?

white or grey, I think? i have some funky colored ones but i’m trying to change that

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i’m having flashbacks to a conversation I had with a friend who laughed at me for going five miles above the speed limit -- yes, I do, but only the allowed five miles above the speed limit and none more

24. What terrifies you?

oh, no, you don’t want to ask me that, we’d be here all day...being abandoned, I guess? being left by the people I care about, becoming too attached to people because they can leave and hurt me, spiders, heights, the pandemic, being hated, being alone...my own emotions, sometimes. 

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

my tubby nugget! he smiles at me, and I feel a lil better :)

26. What chore do you hate the most?

i literally could not tell you how much I hate cleaning the grout in our bathroom tile. it is a CHORE. 

27. What do you think when you hear Australian accent?

the hemsworth brothers, but also someone I met abroad who was from perth and had the same name as me, LOL

28. Whats your favorite soda?

ginger ale! 

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit drive through?

depends on where I’m hitting, tbh -- if i’m in a hurry, we’re going straight through the drive-thru. but if it’s an event, then we’ll go in! have a fun time. sit for a while and talk. 

30. What’s your favorite number?

i don’t think I have one, actually?

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

my dad, I’m pretty sure -- we talked about pandemic unemployment assistance :)

32. Favorite meal?

sushi, or whenever my mom makes steamed chicken. (i’m realizing it’s been so long since I’ve had that chicken and now I’m sad) 

33. Last song you listed to?

for real by lana condor

34. Last book you read?

confucius jane by katie lynch, just to see if the lesbians stood up to the pedestal i’d put them on -- and hell yeah, they did! 

35. Favorite day of the week?

right now, thursdays, because thursday is grey’s day! 

36. Can you say alphabet backwards?

probably, if you gave me enough time to think about it

37. How do you like your coffee?

like i like my men -- from afar, some of them are pretty, but do I actually like them? no

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

either my gray ankle boots I got a couple of years ago or my ‘gay lesbian snow boots’ that I use when it’s snowing something awful out, LOL!

39. Time you normally get up?

i’m supposed to be up at 8 am, but I’m usually up anywhere between 9 and 10am. I...need to change that, LOL. 

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

i love both! but I like sunset because I’ve never specifically woken up to see the sunrise, i’ve only seen it out of coincidence because I pulled an all nighter to do work

41. How many blankets on your bed?

three, at the moment -- a costco blanket, my college blanket and a five-below blanket

42. Describe your kitchen plates.

white with a floral border

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

it’s lived-in -- we have a side table that’s always at the risk of a collapsing, a power strip that runs a kettle, microwave and toaster oven (you can never run two of them at once otherwise the strip shuts off), kitchen mats that will never get rid of their crumbs and a healthy, healthy pantry!

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

either pink moscato wine or a rekorderlig cider! 

45. Do you play cards?

i used to a lot, when I was younger! when I got older I stopped finding people to be able to play them with, unfortunately. 

46. What color is your car?

silver! (even though I share it with my sister)

47. Can you change a tire?

no, but I’d definitely like to learn :)

48. Your favorite state or province?

new york or california, honestly. probably california. it’s the place I’ve felt the most free :) 

49. Favorite job you’ve had?

i’ve had a lot of internships but not a lot of jobs, but I’d probably have to say it was the one I had at dunks -- so many funny things and stories came out of it, and now I have enough barista experience to power my coffee shop fics for a lifetime! 

tagging: @agentmmayy @nazezdha321 @sadtunes @a-biochemist-not-a-bird @browneyedgenius @daisylincs @aleksandrachaev @missinglittlebritishfriend @hannahxowen @genderfluid-and-confuzled and anyone else that I missed -- you’re it!! (i’m truly sorry if I forgot you, I haven’t slept a lot in the last couple of nights fhdskjfhs) 

[the-fiction-witch]

Practice Boy

MOVIE MAZE RUNNER COUPLE NEWT X THOMAS (newtmas) RATING SMUT AF!!!

"ya alright Alby?" I heard a voice ask behind me

"hey greenie," Alby told me as he walked me around the glade "meet newt"

"'iya, that's quite a dash you made earlier, for a minute there might 'ave thought you 'ad the chops to be a runner... Till ya face planted"  he laughs "that was great"

"Hey newt do me a favour look after greenie for me"

"Sure," the blonde boy shrugs before tugging my arm with him "so what's your name then?"

"I Uhhh I don't remember" I told him

"It's alright, you get it back eventually" he shrugs "you remember anything else yet?"

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Any memories, any feelings, any... Attractions?" I blanked a little confused and shocked by his line of questioning "just asking greenie no need to get uptight" he laughs "right now I've shown you around I got klunk to do so I'll see you later" he says winking at me before he went off to do other stuff.

I sat at in my hammock trying to think straight about everything id been here weeks and I felt strange about it all so I got up and went for a walk around the dark glade for a while till

"Rather dark to be wondering around Tommy?" The familiar British twang echoed from the darkness

"Newt? Where are you? I can't even see you!"

"Ohh I'll never tell" he laughs

"Newt seriously... Actually could I talk with you about something?"

"Sure,what's up Tommy?" He asks as I looked behind me seeing him stood with a barely lit lantern we walked and chatted about little things for a while before he spoke up "why did you really wanna talk with me Tommy?"

"I keep getting these weird feelings" I admit

"Like what?" He asked

"Like this turning in my stomach, his bubbling in my brain, my mouth feels clammy and awful because I can't say what I want to"

"Very common symptoms"

"Of what?"

"Of 'aving a crush Tommy"

"When your around this guy, does your stomach feel like it's full of butterflies?"

"Yeah?"

"Like he's all you can think about all day?"

"Yeah"

"He is the subject of your dreams and... Your  fantasy's?"

"What do you mean fantasy's?"

"You know exactly what I mean Tommy" he smirked but I reminded confused until he made a jerk off guesture with his hand

"Oohh... Well yeah" I blushed

"Who's the lucky shank then?" And I blushed harder "come on you can tell me" he laughs lightly shoving me with his elbow I saw one of the benches so we had a sit down

"I think... I kinda like Minho"

"Minho? Into the buff boys then?" He asked

"What no! I just... I don't know I kinda like him I guess" I explain

"You don't have to explain it Tommy, you like whatever you like" he shrugs "I know for a fact Alby rather likes to be called daddy" he smirked "I know that Gally likes leaving bruises" he smirked "I know that Winston Rather likes to be tied up" he smirked "and I know zart likes coating people in his cum"

"What about minho?" I asked

"Humm minho... Very dark kinky guy" he smirked

"How do you know a this stuff about people newt?"

"Word gets around sooner or later" he says but I knew he was lieing

"Tell me the truth newt" I warn

"You really wanna know?" He asks and I nod "I'm what guys call... A practice boy" he says

"What does that mean?"

"It means, that I'm normally where people go when there not sure" he says "not sure about there sexualities, not sure about there kinks... I'm where people go when they wanna try stuff out after all knowone wants to go into a sexual relationship being unsure" he explained "for example... If Alby really wanted to shuck zart, but 'adn't ever done it before, he wouldn't want to disappoint zart as it's albys first time and he wouldn't be too good or to sure so... Maybe Alby would come and practice on me till he was good, ready and confident to shuck zart"

"I guess that makes sense..."

"I'm pretty good at keeping secrets and I'm 'appy for anyone to do anything to me... So long as they make me cum too I don't care" he explained

"So maybe if I... Wanted to have sex with Minho but knowing how... Rough and kinky Minho is maybe I'd go to you so you could uhh let me get use to someone being... Inside me" I suggest

"Exactly... If you wanted me too Tommy" he winked "I'd be 'appy to loosen you up for Minho if you wanted me too"

"We should get back it's getting early" I blushed

"Yeah we should Tommy"

I stood passing why was I doing this! I stood outside the keepers huts passing back and forth before I finally got some courage and knocked on the door within seconds it opened to a half naked newt

"'ey Tommy, What's up?"

"You busy?"

"Why?"

"I Uhhh.... Need a word"

"A word? About what?"

"A privet word with you newt" I said trying my best to hint

"Come in Tommy" he says letting me in and shutting the door "what do you need to talk about then?"

"I was uhh wondering if I could uhh maybe... You know how you said your kinda like a practice boy?"

"Yeah?"

"Well... Can I practice?"

"Ooohh.... Tommy why didn't you just say so" he smirked locking the door "what where you looking to practice then?"

"I uhh... I wanna know how to do it,"

"Do what?"

"You know..."

"'ave sex?"

"Yeah"

"Well you wanna be top or bottom Tommy?"

"What's the difference?" I asked and he laughs coming closer wrapping his arms around my hips to pull me tightly against the skinny blondes body

"If your on the bottom then... I'll be inside you." He smirked "or if your on top then you'll be inside me" he smirked giving my neck kisses and I was already stuggling to keep composition "or you could always... Stay the night and you can try both?'

"Uhh just top for now please newt" I blushed

"Alright Tommy" he smirked giving my hand a kiss as he intertwined our fingers "so... 'ow do you want me?"

"I uhh I hadn't really thought about it" I blushed

"Humm come on Tommy" he smirked tugging my hand towards his bed, it was a built bed not like the rest of us as we have hammocks it was almost a double bed actually with a pole at the footboard which confused me a little as we sat on his bed "so... 'ow do you wanna do it?"

"Whatever is easiest for my first time"

"Okay, want me to get my clothes off or do you wanna do it?"

"Uhhhhhh well I uhh I uhh" I stuttered "I'll do it"

"Okay, so let's get started-" he smirked going to kiss me at the same time as his hand reached for my pants but I stopped him

"Newt I'm really not sure about this"

"Hey, it's okay just relax..." He reassured "it's normal to be nervous especially for your first time" he says "it's fine we'll take it as slowly or as fast as you want to, you can do whatever you want to me remember" wrapping his arms sweetly around my neck "it's just me Tommy"

"Yeah,it's just you" I blushed pulling him to kiss me, he tasted like moonshine, mint and mud and I instantly loved it. It was kinda funny to think my first kiss and it was with newt of all people he went to tug at my pants but I pushed his hands away putting them back on my neck as I grabbed the blondes skinny hips and pulled him onto my lap which made him pull back

"Ohh Tommy..." He smirked

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing just..." He blushed "that a vile of serum in your pocket or are you just 'appy to see me?"

"Ohh uhh I have a stick in my pocket from the garden is that what your-" I began

"It's a joke Tommy" he laughs

"Ohh right sorry" I blushed "newt what uhh what's pressing like really hard on my stomach?"

"Humm..." He smirked giving my lips a kiss then me cheek then my jaw "that's my 'ard on Tommy" he whispered in my ear "so... You gonna shuck me or leave your poor newtie all  'ard and desperate?"

"Shuck you" I smirked pushing him down on his bed

"Good boy, now... You want the easy position right?" He asks and I nodded so he gave me another kiss and turned over to his stomach grabbing a pillow to rest his head and stomach on giving his body a little boost as he moved his hips up to grind his arse on my crotch "there you go Tommy 'ave your fun" he smirked I couldn't help but take everything in, his cotton grey bedsheets, his old but comfy pillows, his fluffy blonde hair, bare smooth back, his tight brown pants concealing all that was left a secret of him I couldn't stop myself from grabbing his pants and pulling them down to his knees seeing the cute little British boys bare arse exposed and ready for me

"What do I do..." I blushed

"Aww... Okay get those pants off Tommy, and your boxers too' he says so I did as he said giving my hard cock a couple of strokes "now your going to want to lube in some way, I suggest spit on your 'and or something like that" he suggested so I did that too "good now press against me, come on don't be shy Tommy" I blushed a little pushing against his warm skin "ummm Tommy... Now just push inside okay"

"What if I hurt you?"

"Awww that's sweet Tommy" he laughs "don't worry about me, I've had Clint testing 'ow far down the 'andle of a garden 'oe I can take trust me... I'll be fine" I was nervous to say the least as I tenderly pushed inside "uhh! All the way Tommy, don't just give me the tip come on" so I grabbed his hips and pushed hilt deep inside him "Uhhh!! Tommy! Ummm your bigger then I expected" he smirked I didn't need more instructions it felt so good I just keep going tip to hilt and it felt so good I know newt was enjoying it as he was rather loud till I pulled out "Tommy What's wrong?' he asked about to sit up but I pushed him back down

"You know you uhh said what all the guys are into?" I asked

"Yeah?' he smirked

"Can I uhh... Can I try something?"

"Hmm of course Tommy"

'wheres the rope" I smirked

"What?" He asked

"Where's the rope you tie boys up with?' I asked grabbing his cock and jerking it hard

"Uhhhh!!! Under the bed Tommy!" He moans so I used the same hand to slap his arse as I jumped off the bed getting two bits of sized I assume would work I went to the bottom of the bed taking both his hands giving them a kiss each and tieing them together before tieing them to the pole in the footboard he smirked knowing what I was doing to him he looked all sad at me so I gave his lips a kiss before getting up wrapping the rope around his mattress and attaching it at both ankles so he had no choice but to stay in this position, I took the pillow away and pushed back in returning to my pase "Uhhh Uhhh!!! Uuuhh!! Tommy... Please Tommy! Uhh shuck! Yes! Tommy! yes!" He groans as I saw his cum flood his duvet so I let him out the rope and turned him to lay on his back as he caught his breath "I thought you wanted to practice?"

"Why do I need anymore practice? I did what I wanted to do" I smirked pulling him to kiss me

"Why do I think this was all a lie?"

"Well... You got me, I never did like Minho, I just wanted to get to shuck you"

"You could 'ave just asked Tommy, I'd let you shuck me as much as you want" he smirked kissing me

"Good, because this time..." I smirked pushing his legs up and slipping back inside

"Uhh! Tommy!" He moans

"I wanna see your face when you cum for me slut"

"Yes master.." he smirked pulling me back to kissing him ....

[the--sad--hatter]

The Things We Do For Mexican Food (Bucky x Reader)

#4 and #9 from My Avengers Prompt List

#4 was requested for Bucky by a few people, sadists... :p 

The Things We Do For Mexican Food

“Natasha, my good woman, my good friend, my favorite Avenger…”

 “I’m not giving you money.” She said immediately.

 “How did you…”

“We just walked past a taco truck and you patted your pockets, swore loudly and turned to me. I didn’t even have to use my finely honed skills to figure that one out.” She said, shaking her head fondly at you.

 You huffed loudly and crossed your arms.

 “Clint, my good man, my go…”

 “I forgot my wallet as well.” He interrupted, looking as heartbroken as you felt.

 “Damn.”

 The two of you looked of your shoulder regretfully at the taco truck until Natasha clipped you both on the back of the heads.

 “There’s food at the Tower.” She told you both.

 “Yes, but is there greasy, dubiously safe Mexican food?” You retorted.

 “Yeah, we don’t want food unless there’s a solid 80% chance it’ll give us food poisoning.” Clint agreed, offering you a fist bump in solidarity.

 “How are you both still alive?” She sighed.

 “We have you. You keep us alive.” Clint shrugged.

 “Yeah, our very own Mother Russia.” You added.

 Natasha immediately stopped walking and fixed you with a blank look. One that you knew meant you were about to die. You were suddenly hyper-aware of all the oncoming traffic and gulped nervously.

 “Bye!” You yelped, turning on your heel and sprinting away.

 You sprinted back to the tower, ahead of Clint and Natasha and wandered into the kitchen to look for something to eat. Sam was sat at the counter pouting.

 “Whats wrong with you? Did you taut you taw a puddy-tat?” You asked him.

 “You’re not funny, I don’t know why you keep acting like you are.” He grumbled.

 “I’m hilarious and you’re grumpy. What’s up?” You told him.

 “Barnes.”

 “Ah, what did he do now? Breathe?” You sniggered, opening the fridge.

 “He ‘accidentally’ broke my wings when we were training.” Sam snapped.

 “Aww, poor little flightless bird. Want me to put you in a carboard box and nurse you back to health until you’re ready to fly again?” You offered, smirking at him and pulling out a yogurt with Tony’s name written on the lid.

 “Why are we friends?” Sam asked you.

 “Because I tell all the single, pretty girls that you’re an excellent lover.” You reminded him, peeling the yogurt open.  

 “You do?” He said in surprise.

 “Yeah, I love being able to sexually disappoint people without even having to sleep with them.” You said, making a face of disgust at the taste of the yogurt.

 “That’s it, go away.” He demanded.

 “Noooo, I’m sorry. How can I help, really?” You asked, tossing the yogurt in the bin and giving him your full attention.

 “If I pay you to punch him, will you do it?” Sam asked you with a straight face.

 “How much?” You enquired, idly considering it.

 “100$?” He offered.

 It was a terrible idea, stupid, dangerous… cruel even. You liked Bucky. Well, more than liked. You had a small crush, a small, all consuming, keep you up at night, multiple cold showers a day kind of crush. But you weren’t thinking about that, there were images of taco’s, fajita’s, burrito’s and Chimichanga’s dancing through your mind.

 Somehow, you found yourself walking into the gym with no memory of how you got there. Almost like you were in a trance your feet led you towards the Brunette sex symbol standing next to a punching bag.

 “Bucky!” You heard yourself shout as you approached.

 Everything moved in slow motion as you saw him turn his head towards you, a welcoming smile on his face that faded as your fist moved towards him. Your punch landed on his jaw and the world sped up again as his head snapped back with the force of the hit. He stumbled back and looked at you with wide, confused and hurt eyes.

 Your mind FINALLY started working properly again and the consequences of what you had just done slammed into you full force.  

 “What the hell?” He asked, moving away from you and putting his hand up in case you tried to hit him again.

 “I…. uhhhh, I… Fuck you Barnes!” You stuttered, because apparently your braincells had come back, seen the mess and fucked right back off again.

 You turned around and stormed away, leaving a very perplexed super soldier standing there, rubbing his jaw.

  “You owe me 100$ and on a completely unrelated note, I need you to help me fake my death.” You yelled at Sam as you ran back into the kitchen.

 His jaw dropped and he gaped at you.

 “You actually punched him?” He demanded.

 “Yes?” You said, grimacing and wringing your hands.

 “Like, punched, punched?”

 “In the face, really hard. I hurt my knuckles. And his face.” You said, wincing at the replay of the incident in your mind.

 “Oh, he’s going to murder you. I can’t believe you did it. You punched Barnes!” Sam crowed, looking like you’d just told him the best news of his life.

 You heard Bucky yell your name from the corridor.

 “Fuck. Oh fuck. You haven’t seen me!” You hissed at Sam, looking frantically around the room for somewhere to hide.

 You dived behind the couch before realising he’d still be able to see you and stood up again, panicking. His footsteps grew closer and your eyes landed on the glass window pane….

 “Wilson.” Bucky said, nodding at Sam and looking around the room.

 “Hey. You need something?” Sam asked casually, pointing to the window.

 “No, why are you…” Bucky started to ask but Sam shook his head and pointed at the window again.

 Understanding dawned on Bucky’s face and he walked over to the window and pulled it open.

 “Hi.” He said flatly.

 “Oh, heyyyyy Bucky.” You said, waving at him.

 “Need a hand?” He offered.

 “No, I have it under control.” You squeaked.

 “So you’re intentionally hanging upside down out of the 54th floor window?” He asked.

 “All part of my master plan.” You gulped.

 Hanging upside down hadn’t actually been a part of the plan but you’d sort of tripped a little bit and managed to get your ankle hooked on the ledge. Which, painful as it was, had saved your life.

 “Alright, have fun.” He said and slammed the window closed.

 “No, wait! Come back!” You yelled, having made the mistake of looking down.

 He slid the window open again and leaned out of it with an unamused expression.

 “Want that hand now?” He offered again.  

 “Yes please.” You whimpered.

 “Why’d you punch me?” He asked.

 “Can we discuss it when I’m not about to become a pavement pancake?” You begged.

 “No, let’s discuss it now, while we’re hanging out.” He decided.

 You groaned and made a pathetic whimpering noise.

 “Sam made me do it!” You shrieked.

 “TRAITOR! DROP HER BUCK!” Sam yelled from inside the room.

 “He paid me, took advantage of my hunger driven temporary insanity. I fucked up and I’m very very sorry and I will do absolutely anything you want to make it up to you NOW HELP ME!”

 “Sure thing doll.” He said, and a few moments passed before you were forcibly yanked up through the window and dumped on the floor.

 You flattened yourself to the ground and tried to hug it. Bucky knelt on one knee next to you until you looked up at him.

 “You really hurt me Doll.” He stated.

 “I didn’t hit you that hard.” You whispered.

 “You hurt my feelings.”

 “You have feelings?” You asked, sitting up and frowning at him while Sam snorted a laugh in the background.

 “I though we were friends.” He continued.

 “You have friends?” Sam put in and you but down your own snort of laughter.

 Bucky flipped him off without taking his eyes off of you.

 “I’ll give you 90$ if you forgive me?” You offered.

 “90$ and dinner.” He countered.

 “Fine.” You grumbled.

 “I’ll pick you up at eight.” Bucky said, standing up and offering you a hand.

 “Wait, what?” You asked, confused.

 Bucky just winked at you and left the room.

 “Smooth.” Sam said, nodding in respect at the door Bucky was leaving through.

 “Wait, no, what?” You asked again.

 “Give it a minute.” Sam told you.

 You frowned in confusion, yet again. Dinner… he’d meant you had to buy him dinner, right?

 “Wait, did he just ask me on a date?” You yelped.

 “There it is!” Sam sniggered.

 “I have a date? I have a date! I HAVE A DATE!”

 “I just need one strand of hair!” Someone protested and you and Sam glanced at each other before sticking your heads out of the door to see what the commotion was about.

 Tony was suited up in the Iron Suit and dragging someone clad in head to toe red spandex down the corridor. The red figure spotted you and pointed excitedly.

 “YOU! I want a paternity test!” He yelled.

 You looked at Sam who shrugged and handed you a $100 bill.

 “Chimichanga time.” You sighed happily.

 “PATERNITY TEST, I DEMAND A PATERNITY TEST!”

A/N 

Me: We have like six wip’s, we can NOT start a series based on this one shot...

A voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like Wade Wilson: Or can we? Because what if... 

Me: NO! 

[softpepperony]

Mission: Kitten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,508

Warnings: VERY brief mention of animal abuse

Summary: You fall in love with a kitten from the shelter you volunteer at. After meeting him, Bucky does too, he just takes his sweet time to admit it. FLUFF

*This is my first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid to leave constructive criticism or even prompts in my inbox! TY<3*

You got in your car with your new cat, Finnigan. After years of volunteering at the local animal shelter, you’re surprised you’ve made it this long without taking at least one of the animals you take care of home. Part of the reason was that your boyfriend, Bucky had made the “no pets” rule. It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals or was allergic, he was just worried that your lifestyles wouldn’t make allowances for such adorable little balls of fur. After all, he was an Avenger and you worked for S.H,I.E.L.D, so your lives were a little unpredictable. But this little guy stole your heart the minute you saw him. He’s just over six months old with long black and white fur. His missing eye and smushed face are just to die for. You set Finnigan’s, or Finny’s for short, carrier in your passenger seat and began to make the drive home. 

“Oh Finny”, you say to the carrier to your right, “I’m sure he’ll love you... don’t be nervous... are you nervous?”

Of course he isn’t nervous you think to yourself He’s a cat! You’re the one who’s nervous [Y/N]

The rest of the ride home was you rehearsing how tonight would go 

“Hey Buck... You know I love you very much.. right” no

“Hey babe... don’t be mad at me BUT” oh no, he’s definitely gonna be mad

“Hey buck... iknowyousaidnopetsbutthisoneisspecialandicouldn’tsaynosopleasecanwekeephim” Well, at least it’s straight to the point. 

You pull into the driveway before you were done planning the scenario in your head.  

“looks like I’m winging it” you mutter under your breath. 

You get out of the car and take Finny’s carrier in one hand and fling your bag over your shoulder with the other. You were just about to open the door, but Bucky beat you to it. 

“Hey doll, how was the shelter today?” a soft voice asks as he pulls you into a hug.

“Oh ya know, it was.... great just.....great” you reply, trying to conceal Finnigan’s carrier behind your legs. 

“Oh? Is Everything ok? Here.. let me take your bags for you” He takes your purse from your shoulder and then reaches for the carrier. “Um Doll, what’s that?”

Shoot. Uhhhh cover it up

“Bucky.. that’s my purse... I take that with me everywhere... It has my phone, wallet, keys..” 

“I mean... what’s... why is that plastic case meowing?” 

Buckyyyyy this wasn’t part of the plan

“Look, Buck.. I know you had told me no pets, but this little guy... I just.. couldn’t say no to him. He hasn’t left me alone since we brought him in” You say as you lift Finnigan out of his carrier. “I mean, c’mon look at his little face! And his fluffy fur!!” 

“[Y/N], I told you, we can’t have a pet. We can’t take care of a pet! Maybe if you brought home something smaller like a fish, it would’ve been fine! But a cat? Where is he gonna sleep? What does he eat? What if he makes a mess of our place?” He looks at your falling expression, “what if we have to go on a mission all of a sudden?”

“Bucky, It’d be YOU going on a mission, remember? I’m the brains, you’re the muscle.”

“Doll....”

“Please Buck, please?”

As hard as he’s tried, Bucky Barnes could never say no to you. 

You notice Bucky deep in thought, after a few seconds and your puppy dog eyes looking directly at him, he finally declares, “Fine, I suppose he could stay. For a little bit at least” 

“YAY! Bucky, thank you so much!!!” You throw your arms around him, leaving almost no room for poor Finny. You don’t realize this until you hear a faint squeak come from between your bodies. “Sorry Finny, I’m just so happy you’re finally home” 

You bring your purse and Finny inside, leaving Bucky to take the carrier. 

“I just want you to know this is TEMPORARY” You hear Bucky’s voice call from behind. “what are we going to do with him?”

“Well, he’ll need a bed, food, a water dish... a litter box” you reply.

“And where exactly will we get these things from?”

“Well, if you don’t mind staying here, I can run to the store and-”

The door opens and Sam Wilson enters. 

“Hey guys I was just wondering if- well who is this??” Sam asks when Finnigan starts rubbing his ankles, a cats way of asking for attention.

“That’s Finnigan” you answer as Sam picks him up, “I was actually just on my way out to pick up some supplies for him”

“You were?” Bucky asks

“Well, yes unless you would like to go and I’ll stay with the cat?”

“So you’re telling me you just brought this cat home on a whim five minutes ago and now you want to leave me alone with it?”

“Do you need someone to watch him?” Sam interjects, holding and petting Finn while Finny purrs away in his arms. “Because... if you do.. I really don’t mind”

“You’re a bird, Sam, aren’t you supposed to be AFRAID of cats?” Bucky retorts.

“Nah, not this one dude. What’s he gonna do? Snuggle me to death?” Sam answers and Finnigan mews in agreement. 

“Tell ya what, [Y/N], Sam and I will stay with the cat while you go out and get him some things. Ok?” Bucky offers. He’s volunteering to watch him, that’s a good sign, right?

“Sounds good” you say, grabbing the keys to you car off the shelf, “See you guys later. Please don’t wreck anything OR HIM while I’m gone”

The door closes. Sam and Bucky make their way to the furniture that’s set up in the loft.

“So when did you decide to adopt a cat? I always thought you hated animals!” Sam questions while lounging in the large armchair and placing his feet on the coffee table.

“Sam- it-it’s not that I hate animals, it’s just... having such an unpredictable lifestyle...” 

“Buck, I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s not like [Y/N] goes on these missions too. Sure being a Shield agent can be unpredictable at times, but if worse comes to worst, you could always hire a sitter” Sam attempts to calm his nerves.

“A sitter.. for a cat? Sam c’mon don’t you think that’s a little much?” 

“Nah man, people do that all the time!”

“Ok fine, but what if he breaks stuff, or worse, gets hurt? I swear I’ll never hear the end of it!” 

“Bucky, he’s a kitten, look man, he’s already asleep” they both glance down at Sam’s lap where a sleepy Finnigan lays contentedly. 

“Maybe for now”

“Having a pet may not exactly be easy but be thankful it’s a cat. She could’ve come home with a tarantula... or another exotic animal, one of those 14 foot long snakes” Sam laughs. 

“At least those guys stay in their enclosure” 

It seemed like nothing was ever going to make Bucky ok with the idea of having a cat. No matter how hard Sam tried to talk to him, it would always come back to “but what if we get called on a mission?” “what if he ruins our house?” “his fur is gonna get everywhere it’s gonna be so messy!”

The door opens and you enter with an armful of Petsmart bags. Finnigan’s little ears perk up in his sleepy state. Once he realizes what’s going on, he jumps off of Sam’s lap and runs over to greet his new mother. 

“Hi Finny baby!!!” You baby talk to the kitten, “I’m back and I have some food, a bed and some toys for you sweetie!! Are you excited?” Finny meows back and Bucky shakes his head.

“It’s gonna be ok, man” Sam reassures him. 

You don’t waste any time in setting up the kittens living area. You set his food and water dishes down on a mat on the tile floor of the kitchen, his bed right near the furniture in the loft and unpack a wand with some ribbons attached for him to play with. You drag the ribbon across the floor and watch as Finnigan scrambles to catch it. Sam laughs, Bucky does too but as soon as he knows you’ve noticed, he goes back to being unamused. 

“Oh! And one more thing!” you say, pulling a teal blue collar with reflective stars on it out of it’s packaging, “I got you a collar and will be ordering tags just in case you get lost!” you put the collar around Finny’s neck. 

“You got him a collar? [Y/N], you know we can’t keep him right? We are only taking care of him until we find him a family that wants him”

“Bucky... please” you beg. 

“[Y/N] no, I told you this is only temporary. He’s cute and all but we really can’t have him running around making a mess of things and getting his fur everywhere!”

You decide that having Finny home with you for now is good enough, at least Bucky let the cat inside... which is more than you thought he’d do. 

“Hey guys, it was fun hanging but it is getting pretty late. I’m gonna head back home. If you guys, or Finny, need anything, you know where I’m at” Sam gives Finny one last pat on the head before closing your door. 

In all the excitement, you really didn’t realize just how quickly time moves. You glance at the clock, 12:01 am. It’s definitely time to call it a night. Bucky makes his way to your shared room while you pick Finny up and give him a kiss goodnight.

“It’s ok Finny, we’ll convince him sooner or later” you promise to the kitten while setting him in his bed. He purrs and drifts off to sleep. You head off to bed as well. 

You wake up the next morning and find Finnigan(by some miracle) right where you had left him. You start brewing the coffee, throw some bagels in the toaster and then go to sit with your new baby. 

“Good morning Finny” you greet him. He nuzzles his little face against your hand and you start petting him. “How’d you sleep little guy? You must have really slept huh? Cause I found you right where I left you last night. I thought kittens like to cause mischief while their parents were asleep but not you sweetheart, you’re an angel” you continue to have this one sided conversation with the kitten until you hear the toaster go off. You stand up to take the bagels out but Bucky beats you to it.

“It’s ok doll, I’ll get them, you can keep talking” A small smile forms on Bucky’s face which he immediately wipes away when he sees you’ve noticed. You stand up anyway to go greet him with a kiss. 

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” you ask

“I slept all right darlin, howabout you?”

“All right as well”

“Do you want cream cheese or butter on your bagel?”

“Cream cheese please!”

“What time are you going to the shelter today, doll?”

“I was going to head out as soon as we finished breakfast. We just got in this litter of kittens, 4 of them found in a plastic bag on the side of the highway, mother nowhere to be seen”

“Okay doll, does that mean I’m watching Finnigan?” Bucky asks while pouring two mugs of coffee. 

“If you don’t mind”

“So am I just going to be left with the cat every day?”

“Not everyday Buck, besides. He’s so cute! How can you be mad about spending time with a face like that?”

“Not mad, doll.” he pauses, “and I suppose I could watch him today”

“Thank you” 

You finish up breakfast and quickly get ready. You give Bucky and Finny a kiss goodbye and then head to your car. The day went by so slow. All you wanted to do was be home to spend time with your furbaby, but you also realized there were other animals that needed caring for. You went through your daily routine of cleaning the cats crates, playing with them, making sure they all had food and water, and brushing them as well. Especially the long haired cats. They always required a little extra care because of their easily tangled coats. You and another girl you worked with took the dogs for a walk and cleaned their crates. Caring for 40+ animals daily was a lot of work but well worth the gross and tired feeling at the end of the day.  By the time the end of the day arrived, you were ready to be home. 

You pulled in the driveway and opened the door to a seemingly empty house.

“Bucky? Finny? Anyone here?” you called, hoping there would be an answer. 

“In here doll” you heard a call from the bedroom. 

“Please tell me you have the cat as well” 

“I do” Bucky replied, and you relaxed. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, Buck would you mind getting dinner started?” you ask. 

“That would be a question for Finnigan” 

“Bucky what are you talking about?” 

You open the bedroom door to find Bucky laying on the bed with Finnigan sprawled out across his legs, both of them were clearly comfortable, ESPECIALLY Finnigan. You could hear his purrs all the way to the door. You smile and shake your head. 

“I thought you didn’t like him” you tease.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, it’s just that I was scared to be responsible for another life when mine is so unpredictable. But [Y/N], he hasn’t left my side all day and just has the cutest little voice. And look at him! He’s so fluffy and his little face with his missing eye! How can you not absolutely be in love?”

“Bucky, this is what I’ve been trying to show you! So...”

“What, doll?” 

“Can he stay”

“Of course” 

Nothing made you happier than hearing that. You loved Bucky with your whole heart and seeing him fall in love with that kitten made you love him even more. You place a quick kiss on his lips before saying “Thank you”. He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you into his chest. He kisses your forehead as you nuzzle into him further. Finnigan walks up to rub his face against yours and licks your nose delicately before laying beside you. Everything is perfect. You’re with the love of your life, and Finny is yours and Bucky’s forever. This little family is all you could’ve asked for and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I love you” you tell Bucky 

“I love you” he replies, “And Finnigan too” patting the almost asleep kitten on the head. 

“I’m so lucky” you mumble, so tired you can barely speak.

Bucky grins and holds you closer. 

“Go to sleep doll, you’ve had a long day”

And so you do, you drift off to sleep in his arms with your kitten right beside you.

[razorblade180]

Lasting Embers pt8: Redo

[Forest Path]

Ruby:*carrying Yujin on her back* How you doing back there?

Yujin:I got feeling everywhere again but I just feel very tired. Sorry you have to carry me.

Ruby:Don’t worry about it; I was exhausted the first time I used my semblance. One minute I’m dodging uncle Qrow left and right then the next thing I know I high speed crash into a tree.

Yujin:I don’t even know exactly what my semblance was doing to be honest. I didn’t even know I unlocked it.

Ruby:Well you were sort of.....busy. It’s a good thing you had an audience watching you. You dismiss damage; also get enhanced physical attributes it looks like.

Yujin:......what?

Ruby:Hmmm how should I put this? According to Raven and the others you were moving faster and hitting harder than you normally do; sort like how Yang does but instead of power you get dense like a wall. Sort of like Jaune’s aura when I think about it.

Yujin:And this dismissing damage thing?

Ruby:We watched you get kicked and thrown like a rag doll and you stood like nothing happened. Did you not feel any of that?

Yujin:I mean I did a little bit, I just didn’t really had time to worry about it. It was almost numbing when I think about it.

Ruby:Yeah that’s not normal; if you slammed into a tree you tend to feel that. You didn’t feel anything for that entire fight! I thought you were negating everything till your eyes went back to normal. Now look at you.

Yujin:Feeling like I got smacked by a building ten times over. *groans* My back does feel really sore. I still can’t believe my eyes change color like mom’s. Must be some sort of twisted cosmic joke.

Ruby:I think it’s a bit poetic and ironic. Yang looks like Raven when she gets angry and strong. You hide all the pain with your semblance and try to look “fine” when actually you’re hurt; that sounds like Yang to a me. Fitting you’d look like her.

Yujin:......Mom builds up walls and hides her pain?

Ruby:Duh! For the longest she’d never never want to open up about her feelings. She’s gotten way better at it though.

Yujin:I didn’t think someone known as The Blazing Huntress had such flaws. Everyone always talks about how great she is.

Ruby:.....Do you know the story behind that nickname?

Yujin:Beats me....

Ruby:Let me set the scene for you. It’s the dead of night at an old village outside of Mistral. My team was instructed to fend off against a hoard of grimm as authorities were evacuated people by airship.

Yujin:Sounds dangerous.

Ruby:It gets worse hehehe. So Blake is helping the injured onto the ship, Weiss is out of aura and dust running with the last kid to the ship. While their fearless leader has a twisted ankle and being carried by her sister who was also running on fumes.

Yujin:You were what!?

Ruby:It wasn’t my finest moment okay!? We were all in the clear when suddenly a huge Goliath runs out of the tree line and heading straight for us. I shouted for the ship to take off but they were dead set on rescuing everyone. This Goliath though is gaining on us fast to the point it would’ve caught up before we could take off. Guess with your mother does?

Yujin:*actually excited* What!?

Ruby:*smiling* Your mother throws me to crewmen and starts running towards the Goliath! The moment it tries to ram her she grabs it by the tusks and try to push it back! But it just keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until.....

Yujin:*holding her breath*......!

Ruby:She stopped it right at the town gate. The only thing anyone sees is Yang in an explosion of flames; I swear it looked like broad daylight and the heat was so intense! Next thing we see is a Goliath being launched right back into the forest like it never left.

Yujin:Mom is that strong!!!!?

Ruby:The craziest thing about it was the whole time her eyes were normal. Not a hint of red.

Yujin:You can’t be serious.

Ruby:I’m a hundred percent serious! On the way back everyone was asking her how she did something so insane; so nuts! You know what her answer was?

Yujin:Uhhhh dying would suck right now?

Ruby:Haha no silly. She said that her two year old was waiting for her to come home so they eat breakfast.

Yujin:........

Ruby:You help give her that nickname. Yang is her strongest when she thinks of you, and she’s always thinking of you. No doubt about that.

Yujin:.....*sigh* What am I suppose to say to her after you tell me a story like that!? I’m already dreading this talk.

Ruby:Don’t worry, you’ll think of something in the next 10 minutes. I’ll even walk in first.

*beowulf drops onto the path*

Yujin:Make that fifteen minutes. It’s a good thing I-*realizing she has no weapon* Oh my god I left Tempered Steel in the clearing! How could I be so stupid!?

Ruby:Eh, we’ll just get it later. As for our friend in front of us....*eyes glow faintly* move......

*beowulf slides back into the forest*

Ruby:There we go! *walks nonchalantly*

Yujin:......What the heck was that?

Ruby:Nothing special, it realized it was in the presence of a real apex predator and chose to live. A wise decision really.

Yujin:Aunty Ruby.....how’d you get the name Red Reaper?

Ruby:*smirks* Ask your mother.

[The House]

Yang:*Sitting at the table*......

Jaune:You know I will wake you up if you want to sleep.

Yang:I’m not sleeping or leaving this table until she’s home.

Jaune:*sits next to her* Fine by me; you’re more stubborn than Nora.

Yang:That reminds me, how is she and Ren? Didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to them.

Jaune:Nora recovered fine but Ren..... his body just couldn’t take the physical labor like it used to. He stopped being a huntsman.

Yang:What? Are you serious!?

Jaune:He has intense physical rehab for awhile. For a couple of years he just sort of shutdown....fortunately he had his loving wife and son to help him through it.

Yang:How is Tenzen? I haven’t seen that adorable carrot top in forever.

Jaune:He’s as spunky as his mom and a heartthrob like his dad. Ren taught him everything he knows and is also aiming to get into Beacon. Honestly I think the fact Ren trained him is what truly helped after he quit. He’s still plenty spry enough to be awesome teacher, husband, and father.

Yang:Does their kid know anything about, well how the world actually works I guess.

Jaune:I’d say about the same as Yujin; maybe more. Unlike her though he sort or appreciates everything that’s happened to this point. He has a sense of pride in his dad for doing everything he could when he was able to. I guess that’s what happens when you’re a year older and your dad is completely zen.

Yang:And have both parents.....Yujin should’ve had that life.

Jaune:I remember when I was always the one beating myself up.

Yang:I’m being serious Jaune.

Jaune:So am I; you gotta stop chastising yourself and realize you made the best choice possible for everyone. Even if it hurt while you were doing it. Things will get better; your daughter is like you.

Yang:Hot headed and emotional?

Jaune:*grabs her hand* Caring and has so much love in her heart .that she doesn’t know what to do with it all.

Yang:When did you get to be so wise?

Jaune:It comes with age. *kisses her*

Yang:*leaning into it* How did I last ten years without you; without this. *gripping his hand*

Jaune:Your guess is as good as mine. *keeps kissing her* I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you. *gripping her shirt*

“Wow I’m glad I walked in first”

*both look at the door*

Ruby:I see you two awake and lively.

Jaune:*immediately let’s go* Hey! Hehe so is...

Yang:Did you find her?

Ruby:*steps to the side*

Yujin:*walks in*........hey

Yang:Hey..........

*silence*

Yang:Listen Yujin I-

Yujin:French Toast....

Yang:Huh?

Yujin:It’s my birthday but dad forget to get the eggs for the French Toast. *playing with her hair* It taste alright but it was never as good as yours.

Jaune:Rude... *Ruby elbows him*

Ruby:Ssshhhh

Yujin:If you’re not too tired then maybe.... we could run out and get the eggs so....you know.

Yang:.....*smiles*

Yujin:*staring at the floor*

Yang:Alright, I’ll be waiting in the car. *walks outside*

Yujin:*looks at Ruby*

Ruby:*thumbs up* What are you standing here for?

Yujin:Thanks you, both of you. *leaves*

Ruby:Finally! They’re gone.... *trembling* about time.

Jaune:You finally reach your limit?

Ruby:Maybe...*collapses* on top of him* most definitely, I’m surprised I actually made it back. *deep breaths*

Jaune:You’ve had zero rest since you’ve gotten back. You even showed up with Yang on your shoulder. I haven’t even seen you eat or bathe.

Ruby:Not to mention I carried your daughter home too. But you know what? I’d do it all over again. *yawn*

Jaune:I’ll draw you a bath.

Ruby:Actually, can you just.....just....stay *dozes off soundly*

Jaune:.....hehe, ten years and you’re still you. That’s a relief *starts glowing as he hugs her* get some rest, you’ve earned it.

Ruby:Zzzzzz

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@USSR

@Japan 3 am, 7/11 parking lot, boring, oregon, usa, bring your battle axe and a box of matches, be fully prepared to meet god face-to-face.

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neeneepapa @oksweaty

@USSR the owner of this account: *brandon rogers voice* Donovan! Meet me on my island at 5 O'clock. Pack my battleaxe and my poetry and be prepared to abandon your religion.

ugh @lordie

@USSR okay but why tf did they pick boring oregon of all places.

sit on my face @lickmybaugette

@USSR vibe check

Furry @Japan

@USSR why do i need matches. also if ur not actually there and i just spent money on a plane ticket i stg im gonna break your teeth

[Image: A crisp picture of the clouds and deep twilight sky outside of a plane window.]

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│ Hammer and Dickle @USSR

│@Japan you need matches because we're going to set our weapons on fire like civilized people. im bringing the gasoline. meri is gonna spectate. also.

[Image: A slightly blurry image- The photographer was clearly laughing- of a man in a heavy winter coat squatting underneath a "Welcome to Boring, Oregon" sign. His skin is bright red, and an eyepatch with a hammer and sickle is over his right eye. His hand is below his waist, making an "Okay" sign.]

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│ Furry @Japan

│@USSR I don't trust him to spectate. he'll probably be biased towards you, smh.

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│ Homosexual Homosapien @America

│@Japan girl no. beat his ass please and thank u.

Furry {√}

@Japan

they didn't let me bring my battleaxe on the plane smh. anyone know of any... like... battle axe stores in oregon,,, or,,,,

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errebody @rockyobody

@Japan i gotchu fam. there's a store in kelso (near boring) that sells antique weapons and junk. im sure there's a battle axe in there somewhere

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│ Furry @Japan

│@rockyobody there better be. im coming for you if there isnt

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│ errebody @rockyobody

│@Japan gay fear

Someone Please Snipe Me {√}

@Germany

In honor of my friend @Japan going to fight one of my least favorite people in the world, I have opted to pressure her into live-streaming her Totally Radical Super Cool™ Fight on Twitch. Uhhhh here's a link I guess: Link

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Furry @Japan

@Germany "pressure" is right. little rat said he'd send his boyfriend after me if i didn't do what i wanted. i would like to keep my ankles, so i complied.

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│ Kurwa @Poland

│@Japan I hate you too boo xoxo

Furry {√}

@Japan

insert funny text here

[Images: The first image is of the "Welcome to Boring, Oregon" sign. The second image is off a pair of black sneakers kicking a pair of footprints in the dirt underneath the sign. The third image is of a woman in a full black outfit -Black shoes, black jeans, black hoodie, and black beanie- sitting on the ground in the same spot where the man from earlier was. Both middle fingers are straight up, though there is a wide grin on her face.]

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[A Twitch stream comes to life. On the screen, a pair of black-sneaker-covered feet is quickly striding down a paved road. "Kon'nichiwa," A high-pitched voice begins, "And welcome to... Hell." The camera flicks upwards sharply, showing a neon-lit 7/11 gas station, sharply outlined against the pitch-black night sky. There are only two cars in the parking lot. One is a dirty red convertible Jeep in the employee's area; The other is a nondescript black car with the headlights still on and the engine still running.

The camera flips views. We're now met with a worm's-eye view of a snowy white face with a single red circle in the center. Bright yellow eyes sparkle with mirth as the woman fights back a grin. "So, for anyone who isn't aware, here's a summary of what's about to go down. My name is Japan, I'm an anthropomorphic country, and I'm about to absolutely destroy one of my fellow nations. Well, he's not a nation anymore, but still. He called me a name in the group chat, so I called him Old Man, so he took the obvious route and challenged me to a duel in a 7/11 parking lot. Ya'know, like you do."

Japan shakes her head and giggles. "Also, thank you oh so very much, Twitter user "rockyobody", for informing me of the antique weaponry shop in Kelso. They did indeed carry battle-axes." To punctuate her statement, Japan reaches over her shoulder and lifts the weapon attached to her back out of its holder by a few inches. "I have dubbed my newfound traveling companion Jerry, and he will take many a life in his time on this Earth."

A new voice cuts through the autumn air, strong and deep. "Did you bring the matches, девочка?" They demand. Japan changes the camera once again. Leaning against the black car are two men- One is short and chunky, with round cheeks and long, fluffy hair. 7 red stripes and 6 white, broken only by a square of blue dotted with stars, are emblazed on his face. A white hoodie with the words Designated Peacekeeper is quickly thrown onto him when he sees Japan approach. He flashes her a smile and raises one hand in a wave.

The other man is incredibly tall, almost unnaturally so. A long, military green winter coat hangs loosely from his body- It obviously used to fit him a lot better, maybe when he was wider, or more muscular. His face is scarred and weather-beaten, a leather eyepatch over his right eye. A hammer and sickle, golden and gleaming, sits neatly in the center of the leather. A fluffy brown ushanka is slightly lopsided on his head.

"Well?" He questions. He was the one who spoke before; A harsh accent cuts through his words.

Japan responds by raising a small box of matches in front of the camera. "I gotch'yo damn matches, 老人." She snarks back. The taller man raises a single eyebrow and pushes himself off of the car. "'Meri, pop the trunk," He demands. 'Meri', looking taken aback, steps away from the car and crosses his arm. "Do it'cha self, ya lazy bastard."

Despite the insults, his companion gives him a warm smile and slips around the back of the car. Japan joins them in the parking lot before he comes back around. "So, Ame, he really managed to rope you into moderating this?" She gestures to his hoodie. He chuckles light-heartedly and nods. "Yeah. You wouldn't believe the things he told me when I originally declined."

Japan snorts. "I can believe a lot of things, America."

"At first it was the regular bouts of loving insults, but then it dissolved into really weird nicknames."

"Like?"

"Like 'My little biscuit and gravy'."

"...What?"

America just laughs and waves away the question. "What's taking you so long, sugah?" He drawls, twisting at an odd angle to lean back and glance at the trunk of the car. There's a moment of silence before the man he's addressing mutters, "My... weapon... maybe a bit stuck."

Japan and America both giggle to each other for a few heartbeats before America cooes, "Does this mean we're going home, dear?" The slightly angry response is immediate. "Absolutely not, дорогой," The man spits, appearing at Japan's shoulder. "'Proper edicit', as you so often say, dictates that, as the man who called for the duel, I am not allowed to back out, even if my sword is stuck in the trunk."

"You made me bring a whole fuckin' axe when you get a sword? Sov, my good man, you are an ass."

'Sov' chortles and pats Japan on the head. "Such is life, девочка. You would have an unfair advantage if I let you bring what you wanted. You have no experience with a battle-axe; I have no experience with a sword. It is therefore a fair fight." He ruffles her hair a bit before turning back to America. "In all seriousness, the sword is probably tearing up the fabric on the inside of your trunk." He announces. America swears in a few different languages as he sprints to the other end of his car.

There's a small chime as the door to the 7/11 opens. A pimple-faced teenager peeks his head out. "Hey, uhm- I have no idea what's happening right now, but, uh... I don't think you guys are allowed to have weapons on the property." He nods towards America, who's struggling to rip the sword of out the spot where it's lodged itself in his trunk.

Japan quirks a brow and crosses her arms. Her phone goes a bit lopsided as she does so. "Oh?" Is all she says. She could possibly look intimidating, but the effect, evidently, isn't very strong, as the teen gives her an unamused look. "Yeah. I could possibly over-look that fact if you guys were to, like... scare away any customers who try to approach for a little bit, though..." He trails off and slips back inside the store. Japan scoffs. "Rude."

There's a loud yell of "Fuck!" from the next to where America should be- He's currently on the ground, a sword in his lap. "You're paying for the repairs to my poor car," He snaps, gesturing to the bits of fabric stuck to the sword's blade. Sov's face softens a bit. "I was planning on doing just that," He remarks, moving to help America to his feet. The Westerner blows a bit of hair out of his face once he's on his feet. "This had better be worth it."

"Oh, it will be," Sov says, the steely look returning to him. He picks up the blade clumsily and holds it with clear inexperience. America sighs softly and squeezes his eyes shut for just a moment. "God, this is gonna be hard to watch. You can't even hold the sword right." 

Sov looks confused. "There's a wrong way to hold a sword?"

"There's a wrong way to do everything, hon."

Japan grins with a sickly-sweetness and sets her phone onto a newspaper box, positioning it to take in the whole parking lot. She steps onto the far right, Sov standing opposite her on the other side. America scurries over to in-between the gas pumps, a chunk of fabric tied to a stick clutched in his hand. "Alright, I want to see a fuckin' dirty fight," He begins, looking first at Japan, then at Sov. "Frickin' bite each other if you have to. I want to see some blood. Japan, you marked your stream as mature, right?"

"Uh..."

"Dumbass, go do that."

Japan reluctantly complies, marching over to her phone. "Alright, I'm gonna stop the stream and start up a new one marked mature. If you want to watch the actual fight, you'll need to go to that one. See you in a few seconds, lads."

The stream ends]

[A new stream opens up on the parking lot again. Japan is back in her original spot, standing rather cockily, her arms crossed behind her back, her spine straight, slightly tip-toed. America clears his throat. "Alright, like I said earlier- Dirty fight. Nothing is illegal, aside from injuring anyone or anything that isn't your opponent. That includes me, the 7/11 worker, an animal that passes by, a gas pump, a tire on a car, anything."

"Fighters, get ready."

Japan suddenly smirks and slips the battle-axe into her hands with ease. "It was bold of you to assume I had no experience with a battle-axe before, Sov." She comments, getting into an offensive stance. Sov goes slack for a moment before resuming his own way of standing with renewed vigor. "...This is fine," He mutters distractedly. Japan's grin only widens.

"And... Go!"

America flicks his flag down, and the fight begins. Japan shoots forward first, swinging in a downward slope towards Sov's legs. Sov jumps backward and jolts his arms into action, barely managing to block Japan's next move. He starts to loudly swear to himself as he continued to struggle to go on the defensive, cursing himself, the ground, the sky, Japan, and even America. "Сукин сын!" He yelps as Japan spins on her heel, around him, and cuts through the fabric of his coat, through to his thigh. The green starts to turn red as the wound begins to bleed.

Sov just shrugs off the coat and tosses it aside. Underneath, he's wearing a black turtleneck and dark grey jeans, as well as black leather boots that stop just below his knees. America lets out a low whistle.

Japan laughs a bit and starts to jog backwards, towards her original spot. "Bad move, 老人," She snarks. Sov growls a bit and bolts after her. She slips past each of his swings like sand through someone's fingers, leading him in a circle before booking it back towards America's car. The Westerner yelps in fear for his vehicle, but Japan emerges from behind it not a moment later, a jug of gasoline in her hands. She runs away from the parking lot and out into the darkness.

"Мошенника!" Sov yells, coming to a stop. He stands there for a moment, panting, before a bright flash from the opposite end of the parking lot has him spinning and raising his sword in defense. Japan appears in the black, her weapon now (quite literally) dripping with flames as she spits on a match and puts it out. "Let's get this party started," She hisses, hefting her axe. The flaming gasoline seems to not affect her as she grips the blazing handle and charges at Sov.

Her opponent stumbles in an attempt to get away, cursing in an odd mix of English, Russian, and, occasionally, Chinese, almost dropping his weapon with how quickly he's attempting to block her attacks.

"Y'know," Japan chokes out, beads of sweat running down her skin, causing her hair to stick to the back of her neck, "I'm glad I put my phone on silent beforehand. If- If it was on vibrate, I can imagine it would have vibrated off of the stand by now."She finishes her sentence with a grunt and her axe makes contact with Sov's arm, causing the man to let out a small noise of pain. Japan wretches herself back, tripping over her own feet from the weight of the weapon. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Sov mutters, clutching at his arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Japan smirks. "Had enough?"

"You wish, Potter," America chuckles to himself.

"What is this, a porno?" Sov spits.

Japan starts to giggle as she momentarily drops her axe. "God, this is tiring, I haven't fought anyone in a while."

Sov makes an attempt to lift his sword, but gasps as his wounded arm seizes up. "Shit, Japan- Okay. We're both tired. I'm bleeding out of my ass and my arm. Are- Will you hold it against me if I... Surrender, I suppose? I'm far too old and sick for this."

Japan stands in silence for a few seconds before sighing heavily and nodding. She plops down onto the ground rather suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut. "I won't hold it against you."

"Good," Sov grunts, sitting down as well. America pauses before letting out a long, dramatic groan and waving his flag. "Fight's over, I suppose," He whines, marching over to Sov. "That was anti-climactic as balls," He mutters as soon as he's close enough to his friend. Sov nods distractedly. "Indeed it was. Be glad she didn't kill me- Then you'd have to explain a dead body to the poor boy in the store."

"Oh yeah. I forgot about him."

"Hah, same."

The rest of the stream passes in relative silence as Japan sits on the pavement to rest. America is bandaging Sov's arm, muttering insults as well as cutesy nicknames as he does so. After around ten or so minutes of mostly nothing, Japan slides her gaze over to her phone, makes a small noise of surprise, hauls herself to her feet, strides over, and ends the stream.]

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White House Down (Part 3)

Pairing: Secret Service!Jason x Fem!Secret Service!Reader

Words: 2215

Prompt: Duke Thomas, the President of the United States of America is a huge target for the world. However, Jason Todd, one of the best Secret Service agents in the White House, doesn’t let President Thomas out of his sight. Then you come along, and let’s just say you’re a bit of a distraction. While Jason wrestles with your presence, the White House is attacked which throws his whole world off. Now Jason must work with you to save one of the most important people in the world and the fate of the United States.

Warnings: foul language, sexual themes

A/N: Hola this is part three, and here is where it starts to get a little more intense. Bear with me y’all.

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The next morning, Jason was feeling pretty good about himself. After Jess had followed him on Instagram and he followed her back, he discovered she was your roommate and quickly figured out how she knew about him in the first place.

He was prepared to expose you that morning at work. Jason couldn’t stop thinking about how you’d react, he kept laughing to himself as he imagined what your expression would look like.

“She’s...somethin’,” he muttered to himself as he put on his jacket and grabbed his bag and keys. Jason made his way down to his apartment building’s parking garage and headed towards his motorcycle. One of his neighbors, a woman about your age, passed him with a small wave, but he didn’t even notice her. His mind was still on you.

“Uh, rude,” she said as she passed him. Jason shook his head a bit and looked back at her.

“Shit, sorry, Bree,” he apologized.

“You looked a little lost in space there, you thinking about someone?” she asked with a certain smirk, hoping it was her.

“What? No, I was just...thinking about work, that’s all,” Jason lied to Bree. Bree’s smirk faded and she rolled her eyes

“You’re always thinking about work, Jason,” she turned away from him and started walking in her direction again.

Jason shrugged her semi-snarky comment off and continued to his motorcycle. As soon as he approached it, he stuck his lunch bag in the lockbox, mounted the bike, started the engine and made his way to the White House.

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Your morning wasn’t as smooth as Jason’s. Since you had stayed up late looking at various pictures of his face and abs, you forgot to put your alarm on and you woke up about half an hour later than you were supposed to.

You rushed to take a shower, put your clothes on, brush your teeth and gather your belongings so you could catch your train on time. It was only your second day of work, you couldn’t afford to be late this early in your job. You didn’t even have time to eat breakfast, so you hoped that the Secret Service break room had bagels and a coffee machine for your sake.

Fortunately, you had made it to the metro in the nick of time and got on your train before it left you behind. You caught a few z’s on the train to catch up on your sleep, but when the metro speaker said you were arriving at your station, you jolted awake and made your way off the train in a hurry.

When you arrived at the White House, the security guard at the gate gave you a suspicious look, as if you weren’t supposed to be there. You got out your badge and sluggishly showed it to him, but he was still giving you a weird look. As he handed you your badge back and opened the gate for you, he asked a question which made your morning one more notch worse than it already was.

“Hey, uhhhh [Y/N], how about I take a fine girl like you out--” he started.

“No thank you. Have a nice morning, buddy,” you snapped and headed through the gate. The security guard frowned as you rushed through the gate and made your way to the entrance you were supposed to use.

The first person you saw when you entered the break room was the last person you wanted to see that morning.

Jason Todd sat at the wooden table, his leg propped up so his ankle sat on his knee, coffee mug in hand along with that day’s newspaper. He barely glanced at you as you made your way to the coffee machine to make yourself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, [Y/N],” he greeted you without making eye contact. Jason fought to keep his devilishly charming smile off of his face so he wouldn’t indicate he was about to expose you.

“It is most certainly not, sir,” you said dryly. A little part of Jason enjoyed you calling him “sir”, but he pushed that feeling down as he watched you make coffee.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Didn’t get a lot of sleep, are we done talking now?” you hissed. Your attitude had taken Jason aback, he didn’t expect you to snap at him.

“Is there a problem, Agent [L/N]?” he stood up.

“I’m already not having a great morning, Jason, and my patience is thin enough. Quite frankly, I don’t want to deal with your teasing thing today. So you can keep whatever you were going to say to yourself, thank you very much,” you turned to him.

“I’m just trying to be your friend, [Y/N],” he stuck his hands in his pockets. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the coffee pot to pour the liquid into the mug. Jason inched closer to you, but you were oblivious.

“Well be a good friend...and leave me alo--” you turned back to him, but crashed into his chest, sending the coffee into his dress shirt and yours.

“Shit!” he backed away from you immediately, the hot coffee slightly burning the skin under his shirt.

“Fuck me,” you muttered as you practically slammed down the mug on the counter and took off your jacket.

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” Jason flirted. You looked up from the puddle of coffee on the floor straight at him.

“Excuse me?” you growled.

“You said--” he started. Jason took off his suit jacket and then began unbuttoning his dress shirt and loosening his tie.

“I know what I said. I’m talking about what you said. In case you hadn’t noticed, this is our workplace, not some bar.” You spat. Jason scoffed amusedly as he took his tie off and put it with his jacket.

“I’m not the one who talked about my boss to my roommate,” he shot at you. You froze like a deer in headlights and gaped at Jason as he smirked at you.

“I didn’t,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Uh, I think you did talk about me...to your roommate. Really, [Y/N], it’s no big deal, I’m quite flattered,” Jason took off his dress shirt, revealing his rather taut undershirt.

“How can you even prove that?” you asked him. Jason brought out his phone and after a few clicks and scrolls, he showed his followers, with your roommate’s Instagram handle at the top.

“How would she know who I am...without you?” he asked you lowly.

“Stop doing that,” you snarled.

“Doing what?” he said coyly.

“Fuck you,” you snapped at him.

“I know you want to. How long did you spend going through my Instagram, [Y/N]? Be honest,” Jason chuckled.

The amount of sexual tension in the room was so high, it made your blood boil. You couldn’t stand how much you liked his flirting, especially when he flashed his pearly whites in your direction. What kind of game was Jason playing? You were work colleagues, it would be extremely inappropriate for you to engage in a romantic relationship with him.

“We’re done here. If you excuse me, I’m going to change my shirt and clean this up,” you stepped around the coffee and grabbed your bag on your way to the door.

Jason wanted to say something but he kept it to himself. You flounced out the door, stomping to the nearest bathroom.

“The fucking nerve…” you said to yourself and tried to clear your mind from your horrible morning that had been made worse.

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After you and Jason cleaned yourselves up from the coffee spillage, you headed to the President’s oval office and kept watch outside with Tim. Jason and Roy stayed inside with President Thomas. Everything was quiet, the only sounds came from your walkie-talkies receiving messages.

“How was your first day?” Tim broke the silence. You turned to Tim in slight surprise and shrugged.

“It was pretty okay,” you kept your response simple.

“That’s good. Usually, Jason puts new members through a strenuous test on the first day which results in people switching squads. I’m kinda surprised you made it through,” Tim told you. You quirked an eyebrow in confusion but went back to staring straight ahead.

“Then again, it’s pretty clear that Jason likes you…” Tim added. You whipped your head around at Tim, glowering at him.

“I don’t need to know the details,” you told him harshly.

“Okay, okay,” he held his hands up in surrender.

You two returned to a blanket of silence, not saying anything to each other mostly because there was nothing to say.

Suddenly, you had an unsettling feeling in your stomach and you turned to Tim to see if he felt the same thing, but he seemed fine.

“Tim….something’s not right,” you whispered. Tim turned to you confusedly, his arms still crossed from before.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I just know that when something bad is happening or going to happen, my stomach starts flipping,” you told him.

“Maybe you just ate the bad bagels in the break room fridge,” Tim dismissed you.

“I didn’t eat any fucking bagels, Tim. Something is happening. I have to know what it is. I’ll be back.” You frowned and left your post.

“[Y/N]! Get back here!” Tim shouted after you, but you had already turned the corner of the hall. Jason heard Tim yell and went to investigate. When he opened the office door and found just Tim, Jason’s previous smile turned into a scowl.

“Where is she?” he growled.

“She took off. She said something wasn’t right and she went to see what it was.” Tim explained as he pointed toward the way you went. Jason didn’t say a word as he took off, following your steps.

Meanwhile, you navigated your way throughout the White House, taking a few turns here and there before heading outside on the patio. As you looked out at the White House lawn to see if anything was there, you were stopped by another body. You stumbled backward, but whoever it was caught you before you made contact with the ground.

“[Y/N]?” you heard the voice of the person. You finally tore your eyes from the lawn and looked up to see Dick’s face hovering above yours.

“Mr. Grayson! I’m so sorry,” you squeaked. Dick planted you back on your feet, right side up again before straightening his suit.

“Please, call me Dick. And it’s okay, I’m just surprised to see you here.” He told you.

“Oh, well I felt that something was wrong and I had to find out what it was...in case someone got hurt,” you explained. Dick furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his neck.

“Weird. I felt something wrong too,” he revealed.

“[Y/N]!” you heard an angry voice behind you. Dick looked up while you looked back and saw Jason storming over to the both of you. “You left your post! What the hell is your problem?! Get back to your post!”

“Jason, calm down--” Dick began.

“Stay out of this, Dick. Insubordination is not something I take lightly,” Jason switched his gaze from Dick to you. You rolled your eyes at Jason and crossed your arms.

“Jeez, who put a stick up your ass? I felt something was wrong and I had to check it out. I’ll go back to my post when I think that everything is okay,” you turned away from Jason.

“I don’t see anything wrong, [Y/N]! How many times do I have to tell you that this isn’t the Marines?! Everything is o--”

BOOM

A massive explosion in the distance caught Dick’s, Jason’s and your attention. You both looked in the direction of the explosion, trying to find where exactly it was. From miles away, you saw smoke and small flames and you gasped.

“Agent Grayson, the Capitol has been attacked by terrorists! First responders are on the way but it doesn’t look good,” Dick’s walkie-talkie spoke. You and Jason looked at each other before looking at Dick. Dick grabbed his walkie-talkie and hesitated to speak into it.

“Everyone remain calm. Enable soft lockdown protocol. Do not let the president out of your sight. I’ll keep everyone posted.” Dick sent a message to all his agents. He received a few “copy that's”, then he turned to Jason and you.

“[Y/N], I’m sorry that this had to happen on your second day,” Dick told you.

“It’s okay I guess?” you said confusedly.

“Who the fuck bombed the Capitol building?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t gotten word on the terrorists. Jason, you and your squad need to be on high alert, is that clear?” Dick told Jason.

“Understood,” Jason nodded. You looked away from the talking men and spotted black vans parking in front of the white house gates. You quirked your eyebrow in confusion, but as the doors of the vans opened and people with massive guns poured out, you realized what was going on.

As one of the people pointed his gun straight at you, your eyes widened and grabbed Jason’s and Dick’s hands. But it was too late, and the bullets started flying.

“GET DOWN!”

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Sensitive Studies

Hey everyone!! My first fic in a week! This is based off the prompt:  “If you’re still doing requests could u pls do one where Patton corrects Logan, upsetting him, so Logan pins him down (or ties him down) and lists off scientific names for body parts while tickling him mercilessly?” -Anonymous.

I may have strayed from the prompt a little bit by adding a few of my own features. But I still hope you enjoy it! So without further ado, please enjoy:

Sensitive Studies:

(Ships): Logicality if you squint

Words ~ 1,999 ~

Thomas sat in his local library, studying for his midterm in Anatomy that he needed to take that friday. If one had been walking past him, they would have seen him diligently typing away on his laptop. But if they could read his mind, they would have seen an entirely different scenario.

“Do we have to do this right now?” Roman leaned both elbows on his wooden desk and questioned Logan who was currently standing at the front of the room, using a ruler to point at the chalkboard. All three aspects were sitting at wooden desks in a line, obviously bored out of their minds. Well, Virgil and Roman were bored out of their minds. Patton, however, was paying attention.

“Would you rather have Thomas fail this test and retake the class Roman?” Logan looked to the fanciful trait coldy. It seemed even the teacher himself was having a hard time with this study session.

Virgil groaned. “Ugh. Look Logan. It's four o'clock pm. Thomas is distracted. I am distracted. We’re all distracted. There’s people around and Thomas’s social anxiety is acting up.” The darker aspect motioned to himself. “Let’s just accept that this is all pointless and that we’re gonna flunk.” Virgil slammed his head on the desk just to emphasize the fact that he was tired.

“Aww c’mon Anxiety! He will do just fine! We can push through it!” Roman and Virgil only groaned at Patton’s encouragement, however no one caught the small, mischievous smile carefully spreading across the moral aspect’s face.

“Yes. Thank you Patton. Now as I was saying,” Logan pointed his meter stick back at the chalkboard, unaware of what Patton was really trying to accomplish. “Inside of the leg there are two major bones: the fibula which is the main supporting bone of the shin, and then a shorter, thinner bone located on the outside of the fibula which is known as the-”

“Tibia honest Logan, I think you got your terms mixed up.”

Logan slowly faced Morality with a confused expression. “Erm…wha-ohhhh.” As the rest of the sides in the room gave a snort, Logan groaned. “Patton...really? Now of all times you decide to ‘drop’ a pun?”

“What’s the matter Teach? The pun was only an added BONE-us to your lecture!”

Yes. Logans eye did twitch. He tried to think of a snarky comeback, but was unsuccessful.

“Calseeum coming fast enough, Logan?” Patton wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Patton!! Stop. You are not helping! And I am right about the tibia being the thinner bone!” He pointed back to the chalkboard, completely convinced he was right. Virgil leaned over to whisper something in Roman’s ear.

“...yerkes-dodson…” The fanciful trait had to cover his mouth for fear of the giggles that would escape. Luckily, neither Patton or Logan was paying attention to them.

“Really? Haha. Well, maybe you should check the notes just to be sure.” Patton gave the logical aspect a knowing smirk as the latter grumbled.

Thomas abruptly stopped typing, and checked the textbook in front of him. Eyes widening, he realized the information stored in his mind about the fibula and tibia had been reversed. With a sigh of relief and recollection, he corrected the mistake, in his mind and on his laptop.

“Hahahahah!!! Patton was right! Logan was wrong!” Roman shouted as he flipped his desk and laughed heartily.

“OOOOHHHHH!!!!” Virgil pulled up an MLG Airhorn app on his phone and fired it about 10 times. Quite frankly, Logan was not amused.

“Hey Patton! What are the chances of this happening?” Roman continued to tease the Logical aspect.

“Gee, I dunno Roman. Maybe...infinitesimal?” Patton giggled cutely.

“Ugh! Both of you! Out! You are not helping!” With a snap of his fingers, Logan sent the fanciful and anxious aspects back to the mind palace before they even had time to react. “You weren’t really necessary anyways.” He scoffed towards their previous locations, before turning to the moral aspect.

“Awww Logan. That wasn’t necessary.” Patton pouted and stood up from his desk. “Even if Roman isn’t necessary for this midterm, Virgil still is.”

“Perhaps, but I am not in the mood to deal with anyone’s silliness at the moment.”

“Does that mean we get a little study break, before we tickle our memory with some quiz questions?” Patton chuckled as Logan stopped in his tracks, but suddenly grew confused when the logical aspect continued to remain silent.

“Hmmm...that is not a bad idea Patton.” Logan finally turned back towards Patton, but instead of looking at him, he had his nose in a version of Thomas’s notes.

“The study break is not a bad idea?” Patton grinned.

“No.” Logan replied cooly. He walked past Morality, completely ignoring the perplexed look on his face.

“Uhhhh Logan? What are you thinking?” Patton was growing nervous. Without saying anything, Logan snapped his fingers and a plethora of things happened at once.

The door disappeared. The desks had been scrunched together. And four mechanical arms came out of the walls, grabbing Patton by the wrists and ankles.

“Wo-woah!!!” Patton cried in terror as the four arms lifted him off the ground and laid him face up on the scrunched up desks. “L-logan!! What’s happening?” Patton used struggle, but it was not very effective.

During this whole ordeal, Logic didn’t even look up once. He just continued walking around, occasionally turning a page of the notebook he was holding, mumbling to himself. It was only after a minute that Patton had asked his question Logan decided to lift his head and look him straight in the eyes. “Ah. I see you are confused. Well, this is my dream space and I do have control over what goes on in here.” He lowered his gaze back into the notes.

“B-but Logan, what are you going to do?” Patton felt a small breeze daintily dance into his armpits, causing him to shudder.

“Why I’m only doing what you suggested…” He turned around and faced the moral aspect with the straightest face he could muster. “...tickling our memory. You see...we have finished all of our regular studying, and all thats left is the matching portion of the midterm. And because you are oh so smart,” at this point, Logan did begin to smirk. “And decided it a good idea to give your input, why wouldn’t I take it?” He closed the notebook and set it aside, the breath of the moral aspect shortening with each action he took. The pieces had clicked into place a long time ago.

“But Logan! There are tons of other ways to study! W-why this one?” Patton began to sweat.

Logan scanned Patton’s body. “Well, I already gave the reason, but if you must need another, I understand you enjoy getting tickled by means of knismesis and gargalesis.” Logan’s smirk grew as Patton blushed and gulped, deciding to shut his mouth and not respond.

Logan snapped and two more mechanical arms appeared and stripped Patton of his footwear and socks. The logical trait pulled out a feather and immediately ran it across the top of Patton’s feet. “We begin with the pedal area, also known as the top of the feet.” Patton held his breath and with it the tiny giggles too.

“Then we travel to the tarsal,” the feather trailed to the instep of Patton’s foot. “Down to the calcaneus or also known as heel.” In a U-shape pattern the feather traced the edge of his feet clockwise back up to his toes. Patton clenched his eyes and mouth shut, attempting not to encourage his tormentor. His plan wasn’t working.

Logan let the feather rest right on the outside of his toes. “Do you remember what the scientific word for ‘toes’ are Patton?” Even in his teases the Logical aspect was professional.

“Carpals?” Patton squeaked as Logan’s smirk formed itself into a grin.

“Wrong answer.” The feather being discarded from Logan’s hand allowed his fingers to wiggle daintily underneath Patton’s toes, a mixture of scuttling and stroking. Patton’s giggles bursted out and escalated quickly.

“Nohohhohohohohhohh!!! Uhuhuhuuhuhuh DIGITALS!! Ehehehehe! Its Digitaahahhals!!” Patton thrashed and shouted the answer that came to his mind, trying to get away, but the mechanical arms stood their ground.

Logan stilled his hands and retrieved the feather. “Very good. I must say Patton. This was a brilliant idea.” Oh there was no mistaking it. Logan was definitely enjoying himself.

“Nohohohohoh more!!” Giggles continued pouring out of Patton’s mouth, even though Logan was not touching him.

“No more? But we have so many more terms to cover.” He motioned to the notebook. “But, it would be in your best interest to answer the rest of the questions I ask correctly. Which shouldn’t be a problem, for someone as smart as you. Now let’s continue.” Logan fired his shots and lowered the feather onto one of Patton’s ankles. “Here is the talus, and as it extends upwards it becomes the sural or calf.” It traced up his leg and stopped to examine it closely. “Now if my memory serves me correctly this is the tibia and this is the fibula. Am I correct?” He squeezed the different parts respectively.

“Yehehehehehs!!!!” Patton almost squealed and nodded his head frantically.

“Very good. Just checking.” He continued stroking the feather up Patton’s leg. “This should be your crural.” Once he got to the hem of the moral traits shorts, he set the feather back down and placed his hands gently on Patton’s thighs. “Tell me three scientific names of body parts covered by your shorts, begin.”

“Wehehehehll okay, theres AHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHH!!! Nohohohohhohoho FAHAHAHAHAHIR!!!” Logan began squeezing Patton’s thighs rapidly.

“I’m not hearing any names Patton. I’m not stopping until I do.”

“AHAHAHAHH!! Fihiihihihne!! Feheheehehmoral, Pehehehehrineal, AAHAHAHAH COXAHAHAHAHAHLL!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Like he promised, Logan ceased his attack and returned to the feather.

“Well done. Next is the abdominal region.” Patton panted and squeaked as he felt Logan lift up his shirt, the feather swirling up into his chest area. “Pectoral and sternal are quite similar.” Patton continued giggling at the tickling sensations. “Not much to say here, but I forgot something quite important.” Patton’s giggles rose with anticipation as the feather trailed back down to his tummy, right into his belly button.

Patton snorted and desperately tried to get away from the devilish feather, but was still unsuccessful. “What is this called Patton?” Yes Logan was still smirking.

“BELLY BUTTON!!!” Blushing, Patton’s laughter bubbled out.

“That is a correct term, but not the right terminology in our case. Perhaps this will prompt you.” Logan bent down to the Patton’s navel and blew a raspberry right on it. Patton squealed.

“AYEEEEEE!!! OHOHHOHKAYYYY!!! UMBILLICUHUHUHUHS!!”

“Ah. There we go. Was that so hard?” He stood back up and tossed the feather on the floor. “For the last few minutes of this study session, we will quickly cover the last few body parts in Thomas’s notes. Are you ready?”

“Nohohohohohohohoo!!!” Patton was blushing and shaking his head violently.

“Great! Name this.” Logan’s hands shot straight up into Patton’s armpits, peaking his laughter once again.

“AHAHHAHAHAHAH AAHAHAHXILLARY!!!”

“Good. And this?” Logan’s hands dived into Patton’s neck earning a couple soft squeals from the moral aspect.

“CERVIHIHHIHIHCALLL!!!”

“And finally...this?” Logan’s wiggling fingers were reduced to one soft stroking finger underneath Patton’s chin.

“Heeeheeheehee mental…” Patton closed his eyes and just smiled, enjoying Logan’s soft touch.

“And we are finished.” Logan stilled his fingers and snapped, returning the room to the state in which it once was. The mechanical arms released the moral trait and set him upright on the floor, in which he almost collapsed, but the logical aspect caught him.

“I would say today’s study session was very...effective.”

“Youhohohohh did ahahahll that on purpose.”

“Perhaps I did…” Logan was still smirking.

Thomas finished typing up his notes on his laptop, grinning widely. After checking they were all correct, he saved his work, closed his laptop, gathered his things, and set out for his apartment. It had been a very productive study session.

[thelastifntdragonrider]

HI! I’m putting all of the things i’ve been tagged in from the past couple of weeks that i haven’t answered yet bc i’m working hard on an admission portfolio for university and i really want to get into Sheridan, so yep lots of work and lots of art. i am also working on the HTTYD fandom reading (please sign up) and the next chapters of J’Imagine and No Cannon Shall Sink This Ship. Anyways, onto the tagged: 

get to know me meme: tagged by @animalsarepeople2​ thank youuuu! 

nicknames: Kei / Keiko *i explain this in a question down there somewhere 

Gender: Female 

Star Sign: Libra

MBTI Type: INFJ 

Height: 163cm 

Time: 17:07 (by the time I finished all of these it’s 18:36) 

Birthday: February 25 

Favourite Bands: Beatles, Young Rising Sons, Clean Bandits, Lovelyz, Infinite 

Favourite Solo Artists: Ailee, Ed Sheeran 

Song Stuck in My Head: 1cm by Lovelyz 

Last Movie Watched: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp

Last Show Watched: I just binge watched Stranger Things 

When I created my blog: July 15, 2013/June 27, 2017

What I post about: httyd, animated movies, animation

Last thing I Googled: information about Sheridan and character rotation 

Other blogs I have: my main blog @tokkeiko

Following: 100, though I want to find more good blogs, any recs anyone? 

Followers: in total from both blogs, 200 or something 

Favourite colour: Green 

Average hours of sleep: 8-ish 

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: piano, oboe 

What I’m wearing: jeans and my current favourite sweater which is grey with gold spots 

Number of blankets: I need to remember to find another one bc my room is freezing when I wake up in the morning

Dream Job: story artist at Disney 

Dream trip: i just want to get out of my city rn 

Favourite food: i’m just hungry rn, give me anything, but favourite food, among others, is salted caramel truffle blizzard from the good old DQ (#lovemydq) 

Music ask, tagged by @yv-sketches THANKS!!!! 

10 songs that you are listening to right now; 

my current favourite playlist is called Shut Up and Dance:

“Elle Me Dit” Mika 

“Red Balloon” Charli XCX 

“Dancing in the Dark” Rihanna 

“Shut Up and Dance” Walk the Moon

“Red and Gold” Young Rising Sons 

“Can’t Stop the Feeling” Justin Timberlake 

“Better When I’m Dancing” Meghan Trainor 

“I Bet My Life” Imagine Dragons 

“Into a Fantasy” Alexander Rybak 

“Get Back Up Again” Anna Kendrick

Tag Game, taggged by @thepurplewriter333 ty friend-o! 

Nicknames: Keiko/Kei/Spirit/Sweet Potato 

Gender: Female

Star Sign; Pisces 

Height: 163cm 

Sexuality: probably straight 

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff!!!

Favourite animals: uhhhh... orcas probably 

Average hours spent sleeping: 8 i think, i’m not bothering with math rn 

Dogs or cats: KITTY, all of my sibilings have a significant other and all of their significant others’ have cats and why can’t I have a s/o with a cat???

number of blankets sleeping: during the winter, aka now already, two 

Dream trip: geeeeetttt meeeee ouuuuttt offf thissss citttyyyyy

Dream job: Story artist at Disney 

when I made this account: June 27. 2017

why I made this account: bc i wanted a place to reblog all of the httyd stuff without loosing followers on my other blog 

# of followers: like 47, I think? I recently got more. follow me i am cool person 

92 statements, tagged by @thepurplewriter333 thanks for the double tag! 

Last: 

Drink: Tim Hortons’ Double Double (got to stay caffeinatedddddddd) 

 Phone Call: Home to get a ride home 

Text message: Friend to go hang out later

Song You Listened To: Shooting Star by Lovelyz

Time You Cried: uhhhhhhhh... oh, like a month ago, it was a bad week and then I watched Home and my emotions were already out of wack so I basically sobbed near the end 

Have you: 

Dated someone twice: Nope 

Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope, i’m boring

Been cheated on: nope 

Lost someone special: nope 

Been depressed: i feel like it’s hard to be a university student and not get depressed 

Gotten drunk and thrown up: i am a boring party person and yeah, no i haven’t 

List 3 favourite colours: 

Green

Blue 

Gold 

In the last year have you: 

made new friends: Yeahhhh

fallen out of love: nopppeee...?

Laughed until you cried: like every other day

Found someone was talking about you: in a good way; nope. In a bad way: yeah too many times

found out who your friends are: yeahhhhhh

kissed someone on your FB list: okay someday, i’ll have more interesting answers 

General: 

how many FB friends do you know IRL: 99% of them 

Do you have any pets: nope 

Do you want to change your name: i recently thought about dropping my middle name, but like it has significance to my parents so probably won’t happen and my middle name doesn’t do anything so idk 

what did you do for your last birthday: Keep in mind that I turned 18: my friends and I went to Build-A-Bear and they got me a Build-A-Bear Toothless. 

What time do you wake up: my alarms on early days are 7:00, 7:05, 7:15, 7:25, 7:35, 7:45, 8:00. I naturally wake up at 9-ish 

What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping :D 

Name something you can’t wait for: to (hopefully) get accepted into Sheridan and start a new adventure out there.

When was the last time you saw your mom: she’s in the kitchen with me 

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish that I could’ve figured out what I wanted to do with life so that I could’ve started Sheridan this year 

What are you listening to right now: Sheridan portfolio reviews, tips, etc. (Starting to see a pattern here?) 

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: friend’s dad. he’s a cool dad. 

Something that is getting on your nerves: when people are packing up their stuff before the professor is finished talking in the last 5 minutes of class. URGH stop moving ppl this stuff is important 

Most visited website: FB, YT, tumblr 

Mole(s): couple

Mark(s): I have freckles (might be moles) on each cheek under both eyes. 

Childhood dream: when you’re a kid, you’re really only exposed to teacher, doctor, police man and whatever your parents are. I think I defaulted to an artist when adults asked. 

Hair colour: black, I have silver hairs though, they stick out on the black hair a lot 

long or short hair: I always grow my hair out and then cut off 12 inches to donate to cancer wigs  

Do you have a crush on someone: not currently, though i had a crush on a guy for like 5 years, so even now, 5 years later, I get happy when I think about him 

Piercings: no, i really think a conch piercing would be nice though 

Blood type: ... A I think, i’ve never gotten tested, but according to genetics, I should be an A 

Nicknames: my full name is Keiko, but everyone called me Kei as a kid, but during high school, I started introducing myself as Keiko, so some people call me Kei, some people call me Keiko, one of them is a nickname, depending on which way you think about it, 

Relationship Status: Egg salad. 

Zodiac: Pisces 

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV show: Friends 

Right or left handed: Right, but recently I’ve been trying to teach myself to draw with my left hand 

Surgery: Wisdom teeth 

Hair dyed a different colour: nope, but I think I might try a ombre some day 

Sports: ballet since I was 4ish, ballet is a sport, come fight me on it if you dare 

Vacation: a lot of camping when I was younger, I’ve been to Japan twice, and then places across Canada

Pair of trainers: are we talking about trainers as in shoes? bc then ankle high all black vans. 

More General: 

Eating: this is taking so long I stopped and had supper between these sections

Drinking: Double Double (Tim’s coffee, two creams, two sugars), gotta stay AWaaaaaaaaaaKE

I’m about to: draw character designs or go out to coffee shop to study with friends 

Want: to get into Sheridan so so so so so badly 

Get married: I’m still single, want to put my career first, so yep not for a little while 

Career: i’m a cake decorator rn, see my cakes on my insta @tanakeiart 

Hugs or Kisses: hUG mE

Lips or eyes: Eyes, (though I am supper bad at making eye contact) 

Shorter or taller: would be nice to be slightly taller... 

Older or younger: like to date or something? I think high school rule is a good rule, but rn looking at niners mAN they are tiny

Nice arms or stomach: arms to hug meeeeee

Sensitive or loud: i think I would need a loud person to compliment me 

Hook up or relationship: relationship bc you have a standing plus one to everything and rn being single I have to text like 5 friends to find someone to go with me to something 

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant 

Have you ever: 

kissed a stranger: Nope 

Drank hard liquor: I only have like four months until my 19th so like i’ll go drinking then 

Lost Glasses/contact lenses: funny story: family and i were in Japan and we were at Kinkaku-ji and then i realize that one of my eyes have gone fuzzy, so thinking that there is something on the lens, i take my glasses off and my lens had fallen out of the frame. my family literally crawled around trying to find my lost lens, we did find it, but we couldn’t find a small screw that would hold the lens in. my dad fixed it with a twist tie.

turned someone down: nobody likes me so nobody has asked me so i have never turned someone down 

broken someone’s heart: no 

had your heart broken: yeah, by a friend. It is shATTERing 

been arrested: not even a parking ticket in my name 

cried when someone died: no, i am some kind of emotionless egg

fallen for a friend: my heart easily leaps and often trips falls and gets lost

Do you believe in:

yourself: yes, I believe that I can get in, I believe that I can be what I want to be. 

Miracles: I believe in karma more than miracles 

Love at first sight: yes, but not in the way that media portrays it 

Santa claus: nah 

Kiss on the first date: this is weirdly phrased. 

other: 

current best friend name: becky 

Eye colour: brown 

Favourite movie: the other day i was procrastinating and made an official list of favourite movies, which still has a lot of ties: 1/2: httyd 1/2, 3/4: moana, big hero 6, 5/6/7: wreck it ralph, tangled, rise of the guardians,  8/9/10: back to the future 1-3 

wow that took a lot of time, but thanks for tagging me! I’m tagging @thepurplewriter333 @yv-sketches and @animalsarepeople2 on the ones that you didn’t tag me in! also tagging @katlikespie @crazilexa and @fading-shadows for whichever one/s you want to do! 

[mischievousmarvelousmagical-blog]

oh, tall is the tale of the mischievous one / who fished out all the islands and captured the sun / his deeds and tasks i will unmask / so that you'll understand / that before there was a clark kent / there was a hawaiian superman

Archetype — The Hero Birthday — February 14, 1997 Zodiac Sign — Aquarius MBTI — ENFP Enneagram — Type 2: The Helper Temperament — Sanguine Hogwarts House — Hufflelin Moral Alignment — Chaotic Good Primary Vice — Pride Primary Virtue — Patience Element — Water

[tw brief mention of abuse]

Overview:

Mother — Kai Akalana (nee Hale) Father — Lani Akalana Mother’s Occupation — Waitress/singer-entertainer Father’s Occupation — Fisherman Family Finances — Poor Birth Order — Youngest Brothers —  Malo (28) the Serious One, Mana (26) the Sporty One, Moke (24) the Smart One, Mele (22) the Soft One Sisters — sisters-in-law Other Close Family — Alani (27, sister-in-law, Malo’s wife), Gabrielle (10, niece, Malo and Alani’s daughter), Sailor (7, nephew, Malo and Alani’s son); Hayley (25, sister-in-law, Mana’s wife), Jasper (4, nephew, Mana and Hayley’s son); Odelia (23, sister-in-law, Moke’s wife); Fawn (2, niece, Moke and Odelia’s daughter). Best Friend — Celia Gorgon Other Friends — Lymantria Khan, Periwinkle Frostbrittle, Annette Grant why are all of these women? Dipper Pines and Kovu Sauda his roomiesss -- also a lot of OCs tbh Enemies — uhh bad guys Pets — None D: but he totally wants one Home Life During Childhood — Hard and busy; Maui usually got up at the crack of dawn to go out on the fishing boat for a few hours before school. His father was a very stern man and he and his father had a lot of conflict. His mother is a delicate lil lady and his father was often mean to her and Maui hated it. Also all his brothers picked on him for being scrawny. Town or City Name(s) — Hana, Maui; Hawa’ii What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — He shared with Mele, it was always messy. Painted blue but very sparse because they couldn’t afford lots. They had bunkbeds. Maui had the top. Rotated sleeping on the couch tho bc there were only four beds. Any Sports or Clubs — He reallyyyy wanted to be on the soccer team, but he was too busy with fishing and helping out at the restaurant and his father wouldn’t let him. Favorite Toy or Game — He like to play pranks on people. (I’m terrible at coming up w pranks so pretend I listed a few good ones). Schooling — His father didn’t hold school in very high regard so Maui dropped out when he was sixteen to work on the fishing boats. Favorite Subject — uhhh none of them tbh Popular or Loner — Kind of in the middle. Everyone knew who he was and he could flit from friend group to friend group but he never had any close friends Important Experiences or Events — Becoming Maui, when his father told him that he had to quit school in order to help out, one time his dad hit his mom that was p traumatizing Nationality — Hawaiian (American, he guesses.) Culture — Polynesian Religion and beliefs — pretty agnostic, but likes the old legends

Physical Appearance

Face Claim —  Bob Morley Complexion — He still gets the stray pimple every now and then but all that salt water was A+ for his skin. He’s got lotsa freckles on his nose and cheeks. Nice tanned skin. Hair Colour — Black Eye Colour — Brown Height — 5’10 Build — broad shoulders, def more upper body strength than lower but all around rather fit, on the shorter side but holds himself well Tattoos — MAUI written on the inside of his right forearm. One that completely covers his shoulder with an intricate combination of music notes, fish hooks, shark’s teeth, and enata (or people). He also had artistic representation of waves and wind as a band around his left ankle. He also has a little cat that moves around his body, but generally likes to curl up in the crook of one of his collar bones. Piercings — none Common Hairstyle — Floppy and messy. Maui never brushes his hair so it’s just a tangled curly mess and tbh Celia probably has to trim it so it stays outta his eyes otherwise he never would. Clothing Style — jeans + t-shirt + sneakers bam Mannerisms — talks with his hands a lot, is literally always smiling, gets fidgety when he’s thinking a lot or is nervous Usual Expression —

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — he’s pretty healthy, tho he gets colds in the winter bc he’s not used to the cold Physical Ailments — fit as a fiddle Neurological Conditions — tbh maui is probably one of my most mentally healthy (don’t mean he’s right in the head tho hehe) Allergies —  none! Grooming Habits — he’s a typical boy. He showers...sometimes. Like every other day, maybe every day ehhh. Does laundry when Absolutely Necessary. Sleeping Habits — sleeps like a goddamn rock. Goes to bed late, wakes up early, but he can go back to sleep sometimes and then he’ll like sleep all day Eating Habits — will eat anything and everything in sight. I don’t think there is a food he doesn’t like Exercise Habits —  Maui swims--a lot. If it is cold he goes to the pool at the gym. He also jogs, lifts weights, tries to stay generally fit, but he’s also pretty naturally fit. Emotional Stability — honestly?? Maui is so stable?? Emotionally? He has a lot of growing to do, but he doesn’t fight it really, and though he isn’t always true to the emotions he’s feeling, he can recognize them. He’s got a lot of toxic masculinity but that is really the only thing super holding him back. Oh, and his narcissism probably (which is kinda fake anyway) Body Temperature — He runs pretty warm but when it is cold outside, so is he. Sociability — Maui is really extroverted, and he can also adapt to almost any situation. His ultimate goal is for people to like him, which means he always does his best to get people to like him. Addictions — none tbh Drug Use — he actually doesn’t do drugs (used to smoke pot on the rare occasion but lowkey he was too afraid of if his dad found out.) He will smoke a lil weed on a v rare occasion. Alcohol Use — He drinks at parties and he can get pretty drunk, but he rarely drinks otherwise and is pretty responsible tbh

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — the fact he’s narcissistic. Also he puts a lot of pressure on himself. Can sometimes not think before he speaks and tease people who shouldn’t be teased and then hurt their feelings. He can be a bit brash, but endearingly so, for the most part. Good Habits — tries to take care of people, takes good care of his body. Best Characteristic — his friendliness! Worst Characteristic — his #fakeness Worst Memory — honestly?? Winning the maui competition, he carries a lot of guilt. Best Memory — ...winning the maui competition. Look it is complicated. Proud of — being Maui Embarrassed by — the fact he literally is the worst Maui ever Driving Style — actually Maui is a really good driver, if not a bit of a speed demon. Strong Points — the fact he is able to manipulate himself to suit people’s needs Temperament — the chillest. It is really hard to rile him up and make him mad. Almost too chill Attitude — friendly! Weakness — his secrets and crippling self doubt lol Fears — that people will know he’s fake and he can’t help them Phobias — doesn’t have any Secrets — that he cheated to win the Maui competition Regrets — cheating to win the Maui competition lol Feels Vulnerable When — he actually emotionally connects w someone lol Pet Peeves — people who aren’t willing to help themselves/people that give up Conflicts — wanting to be the Best Maui Ever while also knowing he cheated and is the Worst Maui Ever Motivation — to live up to the name of Maui; for people to like him Short Term Goals and Hopes — to help people! Long Term Goals and Hopes — to be the Best Maui Ever Sexuality — why is this here??? He is straight lmao Day or Night Person — day tbh Introvert or Extrovert — extrovert Optimist or Pessimist — uhhhh an optimistic pessimist? idk

Likes and Styles:

Music — he likes lots of stuff, kind of alt rock--but also lots of hawaiian music. Some oldies. Everyone likes the beach boys. Also loves stuff he can dance to! Books — maui lowkey does not have great reading comprehension so he doesn’t read for fun really Magazines — ones that he’s in Foods — all foods but he lovesss fresh fruit Drinks — anything really tbh but he’s gotten real turned onto hot chocolate in the winter Animals — anything aquatic really but his fave is probably iguanas. Sports — all sports! Soccer is his fave tho Social Issues — maui is...learning. I would love for him to like become a feminist but he’s a long way away. Though he is p aware of like--POC issues, since he comes from a marginalized community that is like used for their culture to up tourism and is considered ~~exotic Favorite Saying — “A ship is safe at harbor, but that’s not what it was built for.” Color — Blue! Clothing — typical boy, normally just a t-shirt/jeans Jewelry — none really tho he has some wooden bracelets he wears Games — maui doesn’t game a lot Websites — or surf the web unless it is to google himself lmao TV Shows — eh, he doesn’t watch tv a whole lot Movies — again, doesn’t watch a lot but prolly likes action films Greatest Want — to be needed; to help people Greatest Need — to realize he’s fine just the way he is /pets

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Room 421 on PrideU’s campus. Roommate: Dipper Pines. Flatmates: Kovu Sauda and Declan Craig. Household furnishings — typical dorm stuff Favorite Possession — his hook! Most Cherished Possession — also his hook lol Neighborhood — lives on campus Town or City Name — Swynlake Details of Town or City — small town; magick-friendly etc Married Before — nope Significant Other Before — has never rly dated Children — lol no Relationship with Family — despite the fact his brothers and him fight all the time, he really loves his brothers and is pretty close to them. Is definitely a mama’s boy as the baby of the family. Has a tense relationship with his dad. He also loves his nieces and nephews. SO. MUCH. Car — he had a jeep back home that he shared with Mele and his mom. He misses his car Career — ...a demigod? Dream Career — a demigod. Dream Life — being the Best Maui Ever Love Life — has lots of hook ups, he is satisfied with this Talents or Skills — is a great swimmer Intelligence Level — he’s actually really smart despite not being book savvy Finances — he’s got a stipend for being Maui, but he still has to be careful in order to make ends meet. His family is very poor, but is now being taken care of

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — worked on fishing boats/sometimes as a busboy at the restaurant his mom works at Past Lovers — a couple girls, but not that many, no serious relationships Biggest Mistakes — cheating and being a general shit Biggest Achievements — becoming Maui!

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Eeeeeeee!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️1: Full name. Madalyn Kate2: Zodiac sign. Gemini3: 3 fears. Being alone, losing my babies, fire4: 3 things I love. My cats 😻, sleep, potatoes lol5: 4 turn on’s. Bruising, blood (inflicted on me by my partner), passionate kissing, turning my partner on6: 4 turn off’s. Being stinky/dirty (me and my partner both), feet, scat, vomit7: My best friend? Daddy 💕8: Sexual orientation? Pansexual9: My best first date? Hmmm my best first date was probably with my current partner, he took me out to eat and then took me to the fire station (he's a firefighter!!!) and let me sit in the fire trucks!10: How tall am I? 5'8"11: What do I miss? A regular, normal, healthy sleep schedule12: What time was I born? 11:34pm13: Favorite color? Light blue, but really any pastel-y color14: Do I have a crush? Maybe15: Favorite quote? "Fuck off"16: Favorite place? Bed lmao17: Favorite food? Depends on my mood! Always down for pasta/chicken tenders/any form of potatoes tho18: Do I use sarcasm? Nah 😏19: What am I listening to right now? The bedroom fan and Calista purr20: First thing I notice in new person? Their attitude21: Shoe size? 9ish22: Eye color? Blue/grey23: Hair color? Brown24: Favorite style of clothing? Pajamas25: Ever done a prank call? Yeah26: What color of underwear I’m wearing now? None27: Meaning behind my URL? I was put to eat w my friends, and the restaurant's website was "meatballs.com" and my friend was like ayy it's you but sad! And here we are28: Favorite movie? Don't have one29: Favorite song? 1-800-273-8255 by Logic at the moment 30: Favorite band? Twenty one pilots!31: How I feel right now? Kinda sleepy and hungry32: Someone I love. Daddy33: My current relationship status. Taken34: My relationship with my parents. Good35: Favorite holiday. I hate holidays36: Tattoos and piercing I have. Well shit. I've got my ears pierced in several places, my nose, and both of my nipples. For tattoos, I have an ampersand on my thigh, Paisley's paw print behind my ear, two flowers on my right forearm, a sunrise with the quote "the sun will rise, and we will try again" on my left forearm, a cat on my upper arm, a semicolon on my ankle, and the anti-possession symbol on my chest!37: Tattoos and piercing I want. SO MANY38: The reason I joined Tumblr. I don't even remember anymore39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I want her dead, so yeah I guess so40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts? sometimes!41: Have I ever kissed the last person I texted? Yes!42: When did I last hold hands? Hmm yesterday, maybe?43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 10-20 minutes depending on how tired I am44: Have I shaved my legs in the past three days? No lmao45: Where am I right now? Sitting on my bed46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Daddy47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? LOUD48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? No49: Am I excited for anything? Dinner!!!!!!!!50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yes51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Almost every day52: When was the last time I hugged someone? This evening53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Depends on the situation, if it were in the bedroom I'd be so into it. Outside of the bedroom, I'd be heartbroken54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Yeah55: What is something I disliked about today? I worked a 10 hour shift and my feet hurt56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Hmmmm57: What do I think about most? Death58: What’s my strangest talent? I can brush my teeth with my feet!59: Do I have any strange phobias? Strange? Probably not60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind61: What was the last lie I told? "I'll let you know!" With no intentions of going to said plans w that person62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Phone 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and maybe64: Do I believe in magic? No65: Do I believe in luck? No66: What’s the weather like right now? Getting chillier and chillier as the night goes on! 67: What was the last book I’ve read? Into The Water68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Love it!69: Do I have any nicknames? Nah70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? My skiing accident probs71: Do I spend money or save it? Depends72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? No73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? My sheets!74: Favorite animal? Cats75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Uhhhh talking to Daddy I think 76: What do I think Satan’s last name is? Who knows?77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Way too many to list!78: How can you win my heart? By treating me like the princess i am, duh79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Nothing80: What is my favorite word? Hmm81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr? Fuuuuuuck uhh @jeff-granger that's all I got I don't wanna pick favorites 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? End my life????83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Not that I know of84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Being invisible85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? "How are you?"86: What is my current desktop picture? My computer is broken 😭87: Had sex? Yes88: Bought condoms? No89: Gotten pregnant? No90: Failed a class? Yes91: Kissed a boy? Yes92: Kissed a girl? Yes93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? No94: Had job? Yes95: Left the house without my wallet? Yes96: Bullied someone on the Internet? No97: Had sex in public? Yes98: Played on a sports team? Yes99: Smoked weed? Yes100: Did drugs? Yes101: Smoked cigarettes? Yes102: Drank alcohol? Yes103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No104: Been overweight? Yes105: Been underweight? Yes106: Been to a wedding? Yes107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes109: Been outside my home country? Yes110: Gotten my heart broken? Yes111: Been to a professional sports game? Yes112: Broken a bone? No113: Cut myself? Yes114: Been to prom? It was senior ball, but same idea, yeah 115: Been in airplane? Yeah116: Fly by helicopter? Yup117: What concerts have I been to? A few religious ones with my mom, Jordan sparks, warped tour (several bands there but the big ones were mayday parade, of mice and men, bowling for soup), pierce the veil&sleeping with sirens, twenty one pilots118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes119: Learned another language? Oui 120: Wore make up? Yes121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Yes122: Had oral sex? Yes123: Dyed my hair? Yes124: Voted in a presidential election? Yep125: Rode in an ambulance? Mhm126: Had a surgery? Yeah127: Met someone famous? Yup!128: Stalked someone on a social network? Yes lol129: Peed outside? Yeee130: Been fishing? Yes131: Helped with charity? Yes132: Been rejected by a crush? Yup133: Broken a mirror? No134: What do I want for birthday? More stuffies!135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? None136: Was I named after anyone? No137: Do I like my handwriting? Eh it's okay138: What was my favorite toy as a child? My bratz dolls lmao139: Favorite TV Show? Ahhhh so many!140: Where do I want to live when older? Vermont141: Play any musical instrument? Piano142: One of my scars, how did I get it? Big giant one on my leg, I was in a bad skiing accident and cut my leg open! You could touch the bone 😅143: Favorite pizza topping? Extra cheese144: Am I afraid of the dark? Sometimes145: Am I afraid of heights? No but they make me nervous 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yes147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Yup148: What I’m really bad at. Keeping up on dishes/laundry/etc149: What my greatest achievements are. Well I'm alive, so there's that 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me. Uhh151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery. Pay bills, buy a car and a house, give to friends and family, save the rest 152: What do I like about myself? My tits are okay 153: My closest Tumblr friend. Chris!154: Something I fantasize about. Dying