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[cassmouse]

100 pages exactly into Paradise Rot, I'm over halfway through, I've only been reading it for like two days, and my only thoughts are 'what the fuck' and 'piss'

[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. handjob, overstimming & edging kuni <3 a/n. this is a rewrite, fem! reader

with all the talks of not being able to get crushed by anything at all, you take it as a challenge to get your boyfriend beneath your warm skin, writhing and begging, ghosting your hot, wet mouth right on his tip yet never touching it. not once.

"hmm do you think.." you whisper and cover his oozy cockhead with your breath as scaramouche forgets all about his previous claims— wondering why he was tensing and twitching up onto his knees.

a temperate fling of air softly cradles his teary cheeks as you carried on with your intentionally slowed sentence— which you knew would only make the man under you grow more frustrated and most importantly, desperate.

"..you can keep going for me? i might let you cum then, ‘promise."

and he heaves and sniffles at the sharpened punctuation of your last two syllables, because scaramouche wanted to keep going, really and he hoped you saw it too, his dedication— how he could get used to this.

he was looking forward to make you all happy, cum on your knuckles and turn you delighted at how good he was behaving for you— for his sweet angel that had turned his body upside down with nothing but your mesmerizing touch.

"of— of course i can! who do you think i am?!" he barks back, his chest glistening with his sweat and exposing his defined build, "what kind of question is that?!"

you share a look before he sneakily jolts his hips up into your stilled hand— holding him close, really close to the point where he whines when his little thrusts wouldn't go far.

scaramouche thought your grip on his shaft must've been the hardest one you've ever had on him, or maybe it was because of how many times you had already jerked him off and then abruptly stopped the second he would've approached his climax.

and for you? well, you’ve been devilishly enjoying this, salivating at the sight of your lover being so needy and overstimulated because of you— the thought of his cum being all out, balls emptied and the taste, you cannot wait.

kuni wants to cum so badly, showing you with a rhythm of little pants and grunts, "please.. pleasepleaseplease, i’ll do anything, ‘swear" and his begs were burning sharp daggers into your soul and pride— finally, you've got him.

it just feels, really good. outstanding.

he wonders if you'd let him release on your hand and have him ruin you with his creamy cum until it's all slithering down your knuckles in thick spurts, making a mess and then watching you lick it all up— yet only if you let him of course.

fuck, he hopes you do.

with certain, having someone like scaramouche, a previous harbinger, hopelessly try to fuck the tiny hole of your hand while you’re pressing him down was beyond lewd and filthy in your eyes— and it turned you on too, no, it was quite beyond that, because seeing him like that made you grind your thighs together to lift the heavy tension between your legs and your soaked cunt.

by now, your panties surely are sticking to your folds and gathering all the liquids on the fabric, struggling to hold back and beginning to dream about how he'd slide himself into your tight cunt.

archons, you’re going to fuck him real good afterwards, ride him into the mattress and pepper him with sweet sweet kisses for how good he was behaving tonight— minus the slip ups when he attempted to make your hand move up and down his cock, earning some sort of friction in tune with moans dancing with hunger.

but he's cute, your darling kuni, your boyfriend who only let you do this to him because it's you who he fiercely worshipped.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[mcflymemes]

ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

it's been my experience when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.

i sleep in the nude.

about time someone hit him. i'm sorry it wasn't me.

i didn't say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing.

i came down the chimney. ho ho ho.

we've done a lot of things we're not proud of. robbing graves, plundering tombs, double parking... but nobody got hurt.

maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.

will you look at the size of this? it's gotta be half a mile high at least.

our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.

you're so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper.

hey look, i made a bridge.

as far as me goes, i just like to blow things up.

come on. tell the kid the truth.

does it match my dress?

it was like a sign from god.

i got your four basic food groups: beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard.

you have disturbed the dirt.

what have you done?

if you give back every stolen artifact from a museum, you'd be left with an empty building.

i gotta admit, i'm disappointed.

you ask too many questions!

who are you? who sent you?

do not be such a crybaby.

now tell me your story, my little friend.

trust me on this one. you don't wanna know.

if you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.

what else have you got in there?

forget your jammies, [name]?

you're gonna want a pair of these.

i think we've seen how effective my decisions have been.

have i left anything out?

you did set the camp on fire and drop us down that big hole.

i took this job when my dad retired.

you are a scholar, are you not?

who told you that?

let's go over it again, just so we got it straight.

we're all gonna die.

someone needs to talk to that girl.

for the good of the mission, i will go!

tonight's supper will be baked beans. musical program to follow.

hey, i had nothing to do with it.

i'll have to quit my job.

you didn't just drink that, did you?

don't move, don't breathe, don't do anything...

carrots? why it it always carrots?

with something like that, i would have white wine.

we can't let him do this!

okay, now you can go.

how was my accent?

we are not thriving.

where are you going?

don't take no for an answer.

look, i have some questions for you, and i'm not leaving this city until they're answered.

somebody's gonna have to suck out this poison.

i thought you said he only had guns!

mercenary? i prefer the term "adventure capitalist."

do you wanna do my job? be my guest.

i'm gonna need you to fill these up.

thank god i lost my sense of taste years ago.

why don't you translate, and i'll wave the gun around.

this was not part of the plan.

you do swim, do you not?

your heart has softened.

you would have slain them on sight.

what they have to teach us, we have already learned.

something wrong with your neck?

so i guess this is how it ends? fine. you win.

get back! i've got soap, and i'm not afraid to use it!

look at all those tattoos!

i've got a bone to pick with you.

any last words?

i really wish i had a better idea than this.

i know i'm forgetting something.

you're the one who got us here.

you must've read it a dozen times by now.

sometimes i get a little carried away.

all will be well. be not afraid.

i hate fishing. i hate fish. hate the taste, hate the smell, hate all them little bones.

you will not regret this!

hard to believe he's still single.

can you drive a truck?

no time like the present.

i love it when we win.

you pick now of all times to grow a conscience?

[traumxrei-archive]

【 these returned affections 】

prompt #3: They just told him they liked him but they get shy and say “never mind, forget it” …and he wasn’t letting them dismiss it just like that (ft. jamil viper, kalim al asim)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 584 words

a/n: back at it again with the drabbles featuring, coincidentally, the scarabia duo !! it's so fun making scenarios for the both of them bc of how different their personalities are... anyways, hope you enjoyyyy

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim was...sleepy. Why was that? Well, he was lying down on his bed. And on a normal day that would've made him sleepy already. But there was a hand meticulously raking through his hair. The gentleness of it made him so...so sleepy....

"Senpai?" Your voice cut through his sleepy haze and he hummed in reply. "No, it's alright, you go to sleep." That was...a good suggestion. Kalim closed his eyes, feeling his breathing even out when he heard it.

"I adore you so much, Kalim-senpai," You sounded like you were smiling as you whispered.

Maybe he wasn't meant to hear that.

But Kalim was sleepy and he felt a smile unconsciously forming on his face, "I like you too." He was about to get comfortable again when your hand froze. Actually, your whole body froze.

He mustered the strength to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes, sitting up, "What happened?"

"Y-you just— Nevermind, I didn't...mean that in that way."

A pause.

"Oh," Kalim tried to swallow down the sadness he felt.

And the disappointment must've been plain on his face because you immediately backtracked, "Wait, no I mean, I do like you. A lot. But like I didn't mean to—"

"Does this mean we're dating?" Kalim blurted before facepalming. "Gah, sorry I interrupted you! What were you about to say?"

Your mouth drifted open and shut before you mumbled out, "Okay..."

"Let's go on a carpet ride," Kalim said excitedly before yawning. "Oh, maybe let's do it after we nap?" You just nodded, looking a lot more at ease. He poked your cheek, trying to see your smile that he loved so much. And he was successful, seeing a bashful smile spread on your face.

Kalim dragged you down to the bed with him, and this time, he fell asleep peacefully with you in his arms.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had been studying. Emphasis on the had, because truthfully his concentration fell into shambles as soon as you sat next to him. He understood, afterall there weren't many seats empty at the library. He still couldn't help but glance over at you every few seconds. If it were anyone else, He would be more than unruffled, but being face with you, the object of his affections...

Jamil turned off his music, keeping the headphones on his head as he drew in a deep sigh. That was when he heard your voice, speaking so low that he was sure only he could hear it.

"Jamil Viper, I like you so much."

Did...did you just—

Jamil ripped off his headphones with little grace, his voice breathless as he spoke, "What did you say?"

"You heard that?" There was panic laced in your voice. "I was just, uhm, complaining about Grim. Yeah."

"No," Jamil swallowed back a hysteric laugh. "You...you said you liked me. I had just turned off my music when you–"

There was a hand to his mouth, "Okay, okay, you can stop! Everyone's going to hear!" You lowered your hand when he nodded and you sighed, "I'm sorry. I do like you."

"You don't have to apologize for a thing, nur eini," Jamil said, grasping at your wrist. "I return those feelings. Of course I do." He pressed a kiss to your palm before entwining his fingers with yours and putting it under the table. Safe to say he spent the rest of his time at the library staring at you and squeezing your hand rather than studying. But it was worth every moment.

i hope you enjoyed the drabbles !! if you'd like to see more drabbles and ficlets with these prompts, check out the rest of ye olde 600 followers event. if you wanna see more of my other writings, check out the masterlist >:D

[ tiny translations !! 'nur eini' means 'the light of my eyes' in arabic >:D so jamil's calling you by that endearment &lt;;3 ]

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

📖💻🐑

bc omg imagining an awkward friends to lovers situation with him in ant man is SO adorable

Not So Typical Heist - Kurt Goreshter/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/N, very clueless reader lmao

Wordcount: 6293

Summary: Folsom State Prison. Once you got out you never looked back, your life of crime over for good. You said that, but then why were you answering a burner email from your former Solitary neighbour when you'd never said two words to the guy? The job must be pretty good to tempt you back into a life of crime, or is it the man himself you want back in your life?

Notes: Back to back Kurt 🥰 WOO sorry this one took so long, it's been a busy week so I was only able to chip away at it a little each shift, but each time I did I was swooning so much. I truly love this man, I love writing him so much, and I hope that this version of awkward ends up being okay and that you enjoy it 😊

To say that your time in Folsom State Prison was a rather… undesirable time in your life would be an understatement. Once you got out you swore you'd go legit, too many smart remarks directed towards the guards eventually scaring you straight when they tossed your sorry ass into solitary to cool you off, and when you saw the sun again that was it, no more hotwiring cars you liked and pickpocketing for you no matter how easy the mark looked. The sun was warm and the sky was blue on the day you walked out of there, and when you hitched a ride a suitable distance away you wished the place and everyone in it good riddance.

So imagine your surprise when, years later and out of nowhere, you get an email from an address you don't recognize with a name you do.

Kurt had been next to you in solitary, the man ending up there almost as often as you with his tendency to slip into the guard room and hack the computer so that a security camera might just glitch at the exact moment someone needed to nab some extra food, or a keycard wouldn't be required to open a gate when he felt like taking a stroll. They'd marked him for it, the tattoo artist in your block staining his skin black as thanks for his hard work, and he wore each one with pride as he was escorted down into the small room next to yours again and again. You remembered him well because of all that, as well as the fact that his hair always perfectly styled despite the shortage of products in prison, but you had no idea what the hell he wanted with you considering you'd never once said a word to the guy.

His English hadn't been as good when he'd been brought in, a Russian speaker from another block his translator as he learned from everyone else, but even when he no longer needed the translator and could speak to everyone freely you still never found the words to say to him, those cold, dark eyes always staring you down whenever you passed in the hallway or ran into each other in the yard. You'd seen that he was friendly, his face usually stoic as he conversed but still was social all the same, and the odd hack job he'd do for those with a problem had made life a little easier for the new guys who weren't as ready to hole up there. You weren't a coward, smooth talking actually one of your strong suits and one of the reasons you'd been locked up in the first place, but the second you opened your mouth to talk to him nothing would come out as soon as he'd stare down at you.

Why in the absolute hell was he messaging you now?

The email was a burner, and the message inside was nonsense, but because you'd been in the same block you knew all the lingo to decipher that he wanted to meet you somewhere to discuss whatever the hell a cuffing might be, you must've missed that one back then. The location was a public park in San Francisco with a large fountain near the entrance, he'd be waiting with more info on Tuesday at noon when it was the least busy. You thought about it, wondering what use he'd have with you when you weren't exactly penpals here, but as you were about to pull up a map of the park on your phone it hit you that he didn't want to meet you for coffee and donuts as a fellow inmate, he wanted to bring you in on a job, that's probably what cuffing meant since he knew you were a pickpocket.

You scoffed, you were done with that life, you weren't about to have some guy you barely knew from years ago just come in and drag you right back again, but still you hesitated when you went to delete it. You pictured him in his orange jumpsuit, the sleeves pushed up and his hands brushing back his hair as passed by, his eyes on you like he was figuring out how to hack you, and you pulled up the map after all to see where this park was exactly, your place almost an hour outside of San Francisco.

You wore something discreet to the meeting, your fingers unfortunately twitching as you watched the odd person walk by, millions of ideas to what the job might end up being playing through your mind as you watched the remaining time tick down on the large clock nearby. When you saw him you were taken back a little, not used to seeing him in anything other than orange as he walked through the gate; he looked the same, a bit older but still exactly the same, and clearly you did too as he noticed you and walked right on over. You remained seated on the ledge of the fountain, your eyes avoiding him as he approached, and when he held out his hand to you you felt almost daring when you took it and shook.

‘So, what's the job?’ you asked as soon as he sat down a little closer than you expected, and he looked at you before glancing down to the polo under his leather jacket.

‘X-Con, specialize in security of all kind,’ he answered in a normally loud tone, and you glanced around before shifting closer so he could lower his voice.

‘Whattaya need me for? You got a bit for me you can't hack?’ You stared down the woman walking by, her coat upturned from the chill of the air as well as your gaze.

He hesitated, those dark eyes making you feel like you were back at Folsom again even as the cloudy sky kept you aware of the fact that you were far from solitary. ‘We're in need of secretary and script writer, someone to talk smooth and win over clients,’ he explained, and while it wasn't pickpocketing or hotwiring you could at least still do that; so they were posing as people who'd need access to this security place, probably so he could hack in and grab some blueprints in their files, gain intel in blind spots, you could do that, you could be a great distraction anyway when you already knew how fast he worked.

‘How much it pay?’

‘We're up to the 50 thousand, plus Dental.’

Damn, heisting had benefits now? ‘I'm in, when do we meet?’

‘I thought we were meeting right now.’

Double damn, this guy worked fast, he always was on top of things back at Folsom. ‘You got the address of the place, then?’ He nodded and stood, your coat collar tugged up high to block out the breeze, and when you started off towards the entrance a couple cops decided now would be a perfect time to take a walk. You moved closer to him, expecting him to give you space, but he just placed his hand on your lower back and casually led you towards the road, the cops looking you over but ultimately not doing anything, you were just two people on a walk, just like them.

It turned out that the place wasn't far from the park, your eyes constantly on the lookout for ways to escape as he brought you to a much smaller building and then even smaller office inside than you expected, this might just be a two-man job at this rate. You waited for him to give you the rundown of how long he needed, five scenarios of who you might be already forming in your mind when he just walked inside, no warning for you at all as you rolled with the punches and walked in right after him. There were two people already inside, the one concentrating so hard on his papers that he didn't even look up, the other just glancing your way before nodding a welcome; nice place, this would be probably the easiest mark of your life.

‘The weather it is much nicer than the morning,’ he told them, the distracted man finally looking up with a start.

‘Ohhhhhh shit- welcome! Yeah he told us you were coming, you in the market for some security? We just got in this new brand of camera, does night vision day vision facial tracking the battery on this thing lasts for like a month if you can't have it plugged in, we can give you a great deal if you need any?’ He said it all so fast you had no time to choose an identity, your mouth falling open as Kurt waved the offer away and steered you towards the display cases.

‘Don't listen, he is always in business mode,’ he said lowly, and you straightened your back and decided on someone just as lively to combat it, keep him talking so Kurt could do his part. You gave him a subtle nod and walked over, extending your hand and flashing him a polite smile.

‘I have been thinking about replacing my own security, I live in the middle of nowhere so there's always punks coming onto my property, what do you have in terms of, say, spotlights to scare them away?’

‘Oh for real, can you look that up for me?’ he asked to his associate before motioning for you to follow him over to the wall behind his desk. ‘We've got a few in our registry for now, but I know these guys tend to be popular right here.’ He gestured towards some pretty sizable spotlights as his associate, Dave, as his nametag read, walked up with a list of prices and specs, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Kurt sit down at another desk and start typing, time to work.

‘My place is surrounded by trees so I need something really bright, do you have anything with maybe a speaker, or a buzzer? I'd love to be able to set it off from my phone.’ You were talking out of your ass, trying to think of what they would use back at Folsom, but they still took you seriously as Kurt kept typing out of sight; he was working fast but usually he'd be done by now, maybe being out for so long had slowed him? You waited until they were done before pretending something else caught your eye, some big and fancy camera with a connection of one helluvan alarm system to go with it, their gazes directed away from him you hummed and asked about it.

They gave you the whole pitch, Kurt still working, and you started to fear that he'd get caught when suddenly the door opened again and another man walked in with two large bags of food. ‘Sorry for the wait, traffic was murder on the way back, nearly had to get out and direct it myself when some idiot ran a light,’ he explained, your skin crawling in fear when you recognized that voice; you'd seen him on TV, his face on books and his voice reading it aloud, he might just be the most recognizable man in all of San Francisco by now.

Scott goddamn Lang was placing the bags on one of the displays without a care, the logo the other two were wearing on his shirt as well as he handed out the food, his jacket tossed onto the glass and his eyes instantly going right past you to where Kurt was still at the computer.

That was it, you were so screwed, heist over, time to go back to jail, Ant-Man of all people just busted the both of you.

You were in the middle of holding out your wrists for the cuffs so maybe he'd kick your ass a little softer if you went easy, but instead of suiting up he just walked him over a container and placed it down next to him. ‘So, how'd it go?’ he asked nonchalantly, Kurt opening up the lid to confirm that his order was correct to your pure and absolute surprise.

‘Very well, we have new secretary now,’ he told him as he picked up his plastic fork in his right hand, his left gesturing to where you were standing with not your targets but his co-workers apparently. 

‘Ohhhhh so that's why you're here! My bad, I'll get the paperwork ready, but you might have to learn all this stuff if you're gunna work here anyway, do you have some free time today? Wait, we just got lunch, we'll order you some and then start, that sounds good?’ Again you were stunned as Luis, who was also his co-worker and not your target, you couldn't even believe all this, pulled up a form on his computer and printed it out for you for read and sign, Scott coming over to pull up the restaurant's menu on his phone so you could decide on what you wanted while Dave just grabbed his food and sat down to eat.

Somehow, while you were trying to heist them, they ended up heisting you; guess you had to find a place in town and fast so there'd be no hour-long commute, because you sure as hell weren't about to admit to any of them that you did not wanna be their secretary after all of that.

They ended up helping you find a decent place not only in budget but nearby, and it wasn't until you started moving in that you learned it was only a floor higher than Luis’ apartment, which is where Kurt and Dave stayed as well. It almost felt like prison again being this close and running into him in the halls on your way to the lobby or the laundry room in the basement, and even though you'd been working together for almost a month already you still barely talked. When he wasn't preoccupied with his own work then you were answering the phone or writing scripts, which turned out to be for commercials and whatnot, and when you finally had a moment to breathe he'd be working on the webpage or setting up some code to make incompatible systems work together based on what the customer wanted.

It was a busier job than expected, and it felt weird that first month having all those cameras on you even though they were off and unplugged, but the more you clocked in the more used to it you became. Luis and Scott were easy to talk to, which really helped, even if Luis had a tendency to ramble until you lost the plot. Dave was easygoing and preferred to listen, his answers were always pretty short which made you have to do most of the talking, but he didn't seem to mind or care all that much.

But Kurt, even though years had passed, still never had anything to say to you directly. He would talk to the others just fine, but whenever you'd talk with him there'd end up being some kind of miscommunication that led to you doing an errand together like heading to the bank or post office, or you going with him to pick up lunch. You were spending time together, but talking was still an absolute mystery to you, which is why you were currently sitting with him alone at what you thought was a work get-together to celebrate two months on the job.

The way he'd worded it had sounded like the others had already agreed to it, so when you'd showed up to the restaurant you'd expected them to show as well, but instead you'd just found him there all dressed up and ready to escourt you to your table. You didn't pry, they'd come eventually, but when he started ordering you just figured they'd had to cancel and ordered as well. It was a nice night regardless, he was much easier to talk to outside of work distractions, so when he'd asked if you wanted to get together again next weekend you'd accepted without the promise of the others you'd realized after you got home.

He was quiet all week leading up to it, but this was a new type of quiet, his gaze softer as he glanced up at you and gave you a small smile. He'd been nicer as well, he'd always picked up donuts for everyone before work but now he also grabbed you a coffee, everyone else handling their own on the way there since they left at different times based on the availability of their shared bathroom for the most part. It was exactly how you liked it too, and you had to wonder if he'd asked Luis since he sat closest to you or if he was just that perceptive, but either way he got his information somehow and it was to your benefit. 

After a week of coffees you wanted to do something nice to thank him, so you made sure to get up early and race for the bakery before he could. Your phone was out by the time you got to the counter, and the moment you were wished a good morning you swiped to the photo Luis took after you'd signed the papers. ‘If he walks in, tell him it's already been paid for, please,’ you told her, a crisp $50 bill slapped down on the counter, and she looked you over before recognition came to her eyes and she smiled wide.

‘Of course, would you like your change? He usually just gets the same thing,’ she grinned, but you shook your head and glanced back to see if he was walking up.

‘Nope, I don't wanna get the wrong order so offer him something to drink, or more danishes, maybe? Anything he looks at when he walks in, this is my thank you.’ She grinned again, her elbows on the counter as she already started to prepare the box for him as she always did. 

‘You got it, should I say it was you?’

‘No thanks, I… I wanna surprise him myself, when he gets into work.’ You found yourself trailing off, like it'd just caught up to you that you wanted to be the one to see his smile when you told him, and you were so distracted by that that you almost missed her signal for you to hide. He was approaching the door, just barely seen through the glass, and you panicked just a moment before ducking into the bathroom nearby and shutting the door just as he opened his.

‘Good morning, dear Mocha,’ he said almost monotonously through the wood, but you could hear that he was happy.

‘Still Moina, will you be having your usual today?’ you heard her ask cheerfully, and it went silent as he thought before her voice cut in again. ‘We're actually having a sale on those, buy one for half price or get two and as well as a free coffee.’

‘Yes, very good, my friend would be liking this,’ he told her softly, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you pressed your ear to the door as he kept speaking, but you couldn't hear unless you opened it which you were not about to do. You didn't leave until you heard the bell ring along with Moina's overly loud goodbye, and you peeked out to see her grinning again at you from the counter.

‘Better hurry before he beats you to work,’ was all she said before pushing a bag with the largest treat she had towards you, a silent encouragement to gift him again thanks to your change, and you grabbed it before racing down the street without being seen.

You just managed to beat him thanks to cutting through an alley and circling back, the other three looking up as you burst in all red-faced and out of breath, and they just didn't say a word as they got back to turning on their computers and getting everything ready for the day. You sat down at your desk and caught your breath, the treat thankfully still preserved as you set it beside your temporary laptop until they got you your own computer next month, and by the time he walked in you were pretty much back to normal again. You gave him a wave as he opened the door, and you were about to give him the extra large cannoli topped with frosted sugar and chocolate drizzle as your big thank you when he gave you yours first, your eyes widening as he placed it in front of you along with your coffee.

‘Bakery was having sale this morning, thought you might enjoy,’ he said almost nervously, and you stuttered before giving him his, no second one telling you that he'd only had you in mind when he'd accepted the fake sale.

‘I… I saw, you like sweets so I wanted to thank you, for all the coffee I mean,’ you told him, the others silent as he set down the box for them to tear through before grabbing his chair and pulling it up to your table. He opened up the bag and held up his treat, waiting for you to do the same, and as the powder and chocolate got all over your fingers he tapped his against yours in a toast before taking a big bite the same time as you. It was totally delicious, they nailed everything about it from the flakiness of the dough to the sweetness of the cream, and you laughed when you both ended up with your faces a mess. 

The others started conversing with each other over the danishes and the big sell you were in the middle of finalizing, Kurt sliding his chair a little closer as he wiped off his mouth and offered you a napkin. ‘I am excited for our drinking together, there is place just down the street we like to go to, very good atmosphere, you will like,’ he told you as you took a sip of your coffee, the flavour of it only enhancing the treat even more. 

‘I bet I will, clearly you have good taste,’ you joked as you held up your drink, but you paused when he actually blushed a little, something you had never ever seen before in all the years you'd known him. He took another bite and choked a little thanks to an unfortunate inhale, and you offered your drink to him so he could clear his windpipe again. He just looked at it before accepting, and you swallowed as he did when you saw the way his lips curled over the rim of the cup so he wouldn't spill a drop. 

‘Thank you, I might be having to switch from my usual,’ he grinned as he handed it back, and when you took it you let your fingers linger over his for just a moment before you quickly pulled it back and nearly spilled. He just smiled before taking another bite, and when you stood to toss out the pastry bag you noticed how the other three quickly pretended they weren’t watching you as they turned back to their screens. 

You blazed through your work that day, all four of you piling into the van while Scott took off for his own apartment, and you started to zone out when Kurt sat beside you but didn't say anything after a whole day of stolen glances. You didn't know when it'd happened, but you were realizing that you were starting to get a crush on the guy when Luis hit a bump and your leg bumped into his. You both tensed as you looked down at the contact, but neither of you moved until he pulled into the parking lot out back and Kurt stood to open the door. He jumped out first, his hand outstretched for you to take, and you did just so as you also hopped out and headed to the back door.

‘I'll be ready in about a half an hour, unless you'd rather go later?’ you suggested nervously, Dave hurrying Luis up the stairs first before he could start whatever he was going to say.

‘Am ready now, just need to change shirt to something more comfortable.’ His hand hovered over his chest as he straightened said shirt, and your eyes refused to look away until you reached his floor and he had to split off from you so you could continue to your own.

‘I'll just change my shirt too, then,’ you quickly said as he opened the door, the dawning realization that once you met up again it would be on purpose, this was now a date, wait, was it always a date? You pondered it as you raced upstairs, your keys clanging loudly as you fumbled them from your jacket pocket and tried to unlock your door; you started going over everything as you threw open your closet and tried to find something that was nicer than casual but not too fancy for a bar meet-up, your head swimming with everything that'd happened since you got there. You came up blank, other than the cannoli from this morning you couldn't place any difference in him that would've led to him asking you out a week ago, so you decided to play it safe just in case your feelings were reciprocated. 

You nodded at your reflection as you made sure you looked okay, the door locked again as you pulled your jacket back on and headed back down as calmly as you could manage. He left right as you reached his floor, Luis still talking about something as the door shut, and he couldn't help but look you over and make you doubt your memories again.

‘The walk is fast, we can order some food to be going along with the drinks if you're hungry,’ he said as you stepped back outside, the sun already setting thanks to the fall turning to winter, and you pulled your jacket a little tighter as he led the way to the bar. You were glad he knew so many places within walking distance because it gave you a good chance to try and see if he really was acting different towards you, but the only thing he really did the whole way there was keep pace with you despite his long legs making him naturally faster than you as well as getting the door when you finally arrived. It was cozy inside, just a normal bar with a casual atmosphere as something played on the TV by the counter, a few tables pushed against the wall so people could sit together and eat something while they drank. You did like it, and you let him know it as you picked out a table and checked out the small menus.

They didn't offer too much since it was mostly drinks, just the typical bar food like fries and wings and such, but you were indeed hungry amidst the nerves so when the server came over you made sure to grab an order of fries to go along with your favourite drink. To your surprise he ended up ordering a virgin mule, skipping the vodka entirely as he asked for some various sauces to go alone with your fries, and when the server had left you leaned in curiously. ‘I didn't know you didn't drink,’ you said before you realized how it sounded, and you floundered a little as you tried to clarify. ‘I mean, you asked me to a bar, I thought you might’ve-’

‘Quit during aftermath of The Snap, as they call it, when I was realizing the dependency.’ His voice was soft and serious, quiet and painfully honest, and you looked at the table as you played with the corner of the menu.

‘What… what was it like? Those five years, I mean, when everyone was…’ You didn't want to say it, to say it would be confirming your own death during that time, something you had fought so hard to avoid ever since you came back and found yourself without a home in the blink of an eye. ‘I never knew you were one of the ones who didn't…’

‘Get the dust?’ He said it so easily, and you found yourself subconsciously holding your arms like you were afraid you'd disappear again. ‘It was… lonely, not having the others around, I was managing to keep the business floating but I was finding myself being unprofessional at work, drinking at all of the hours to forget they were gone.’ He looked so sad, you couldn't imagine what it'd been like for everyone during those five years, and after spending so much time around the others you could understand how lonely the office would feel without them there.

‘I'm glad you were able to pull through, you're stronger than me, I think,’ you admitted, thinking about how you'd taken the news that you were gone for so long and how everything had changed so easily without you, and you didn't realize you'd said it out loud when you felt his hand over yours.

‘I was always wondering if you were still out there,’ he said softly, his fingers closing over your hand that you didn't realize was shaking, and again you had to know if he was saying it because he remembered you from Folsom or if he had feelings for you. You flipped your hand around so you could hold his, reciprocated feelings or not you didn't want to lose him in that moment, and when the server came back with your fries you made sure to ask for a nonalcoholic drink instead.

You spent hours at the bar, sipping your drinks and eventually getting some wings to go along with the fries when one hour turned to two and the hunger possessed you both, the room filled with not only yours but his laughter as well as you kept talking. You didn't know why it was so hard to talk to him before, he still kept those deadpan remarks but he had a genuine reply for everything you said, every question you asked, and when it was you who asked if he wanted to maybe do this again sometime his reply came so fast it almost winded you. 

‘Yes, I would very much be liking to, there is event coming up that you may like, I will grab the information on the phone,’ he quickly said as he did indeed pull out his phone, but before he could show it to you you just placed your hand over his and got him to look at you.

‘Kurt… is this a date?’

He blinked, too stunned for words, and he looked around before giving you the most incredulous look you'd ever seen him make. ‘Were you not wanting it to be?’ he asked self-consciously, and you just as quickly shook your head as you scooted your chair closer to the table, your stomach pressed into the wood.

‘No! I mean, I wasn't sure, like I thought it wouldn't be just us at the dinner, so I thought this was-’ He looked away from you, he was taking it the wrong way, and you held his hand with both of yours to get him to look at you again. ‘Hey, if it is, I'm really happy you asked me out,’ you finally told him, and he muttered something in Russian before holding your hands up to his mouth to kiss them.

‘I've never known how to talk with you, you are such the mystery,’ he confessed with a smirk, your jaw dropping in surprise. ‘I ask you out months ago and you ask for job, I bring you to dinner and you expect others, I invite you along with me every chance I get but you no talk, I give you coffee with my number on the cup every time and you no call, I ask you out for drinks and you think as friends,’ he lists, and you feel your face heat up from the absolute embarrassment of missing signals so bad that you were now his co-worker instead of his partner. ‘Just like in Folsom, I try giving you signal and you just look away when I get close, how much more the obvious can I make it that I'm liking you?’

Your eyes widened as he kissed your hands again, every single moment you were together playing in your head again as you finally saw the signs, even all the way back when he was looking at you the way he was now the first time you saw each other in the halls at Folsom. He was so stoic you'd just assumed this was his face, his normal expression since he never spoke to you, but you knew now that he was just quiet, it was the company that brought out his voice as need be, and since you'd never said a word he hadn't either, and still he'd fallen for you just from that alone. He waited for your answer as he lowered your hands back to the table, and without a word you stood and leaned across the whole thing to press an experimental kiss to his lips when the words still wouldn't come out.

When you parted you saw that he'd closed his eyes, he was a romantic under all that stoicism, and you chuckled when he reached up to place a hand on the back of your neck to bring you in for another, then another, like he really had been waiting for this for years. You tasted the time on his tongue, the five years at Folsom, the two you were out just after him, the five he wondered if you were still alive out there, and the two months he waited to see if you would ever feel the same as he sat across from you, all of it conveyed in how much he thought of you until you had to part again for air.

‘I thought I was good at reading people, you were the only one I could never crack,’ you whispered against his mouth, and he chuckled as he let you sit back down again.

‘I'm glad you accepted my first date, the others they convince me to reaching out when I saw your photo in the paper,’ he told you as he finished off his drink and the last of the fries, and you were confused until he pulled up a picture on his phone and showed it to you; there you were, walking in the background of a photo about some new business opening, your face turned slightly towards the camera to see what the commotion was about. You remembered that day, you'd come into town to run some errands, and your heart pounded at the thought of him happening to see this and needing to find you so bad that he apparently hunted down your email to reach you. You couldn't fault him, he was an ex-con hacker after all, only him able to get away with such a thing and make you smile about it as he put his phone away again. 

‘I wish we'd been able to talk at Folsom, this whole time I thought you didn't like me,’ you admitted with a laugh, but he didn't find it as funny as he admitted the same. ‘Well, the cat's outta the bag now, so what do we do?’

‘First,’ he started as he took your hand again so when he stood you had to follow, ‘I will do the asking out of you proper, so the next date can be confirmed.’ He took out his wallet and tossed a few bills onto the table, your coats grabbed as he then led you to the door. ‘Second, we will be needing to make space in your apartment, you are too far from me for my liking.’

‘Oh, so you're gunna move in, just like that?’ you teased as the cold wind nipped at your cheeks, his coat also around your shoulders to keep you warm.

‘Only until we're finding the house nearby, something like Scott's, so as to keep walking to work and my favourite places.’ His mind was completely made up and you could only laugh at his vision, he must've been imagining this for quite a while.

‘Sounds reasonable, any places for sale nearby?’ He unlocked the door to your building and held it open for you so you could hurry in first.

‘Scott's, he is to be moving in with Hope, he give me good price for love.’ He slung his coat over his arm as you ascended the stairs together, your paces still matched.

‘Love…?’

He stopped as he reached his floor, his hand still holding yours as his back rested against the wood, and when his other one cupped your cheek you leaned into it. ‘For long time I've been missing you, I wish to know you even better, the best, I don't want to let you go again,’ he said softly, and you gave his sleeve a little tug as you backed up towards the staircase leading up to your place.

‘The night's still young, you could come home and tell me everything you wanted to say back at Folsom,’ you replied just as gently, and there was no missed signal as his eyes shone with relief and happiness as you both headed upstairs together, no more barriers keeping you apart now that you'd found each other again.

[amyispxnk]

Me, you, and a motorbike.

Summary - Javi takes you for a ride on his motorbike

A/N: I am in desperate need of dividers. Does anyone know how I should go about getting those? Pls help a gal out 🙏 ALSO please tell me if the Spanish is wrongly translated. Lo siento if any mistakes 😞

Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count- 1,041

Warnings: pet names, fluff, riding a motorbike, Javier Peña in a leather jacket on said motorbike should have it's own warning tbh, language, established relationship

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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"Hermosa.. what the fuck is this?" Javi laughed as he approached you in the driveway.

You were proudly leaning up against a motorbike, letting your fingertips trace random patterns over the cool metal.

"A motorbike, obviously." You said, exaggerating the obviously with a cheeky eye-roll.

"Well yeah, but.. why?" His eyebrow raised when he realised just how nice the bike was, you had clearly spent a good amount of money on it. "You don't know how to ride one of these, do you?"

"No... but you do." You announced proudly, producing a faded photograph from your back-pocket and waving in front of him. It must've been almost 2 decades old, slightly torn at the edges and having that classic 80s look to it. In the picture, Javi was sat on a motorbike and practically beaming at the camera - already showing off the very different personality he had before Colombia with just that smile - wearing a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, and those damn skinny jeans he apparently insisted on wearing his entire life. His face looked young, the signature 'stache adorning his upper lip, messy brown hair going in all directions as he held his helmet to the side - clearly having just been on a ride.

He took the picture from you and shook his head, laughing to himself quietly as he recalled the days when he used to bike.

"Where the fuck did you find this?" Javi asked as he handed it back to you and crossed his arms, studying the motorbike.

"Chucho showed it to me a few weeks ago, and I just knew I had to see you in action." You told him, making him groan; Chucho had a habit of showing anyone he could all of Javi's childhood photos, especially the embarrassing ones. He furrowed his brows as he tried to think of any potentially incriminating ones you could've seen when you pushed a helmet into his hands.

"Let's go!" You chirped, about to put your own helmet on when he stopped you, placing his hands atop yours.

"And how do you know I can still remember how to actually work this thing, Hermosa? You haven't really thought this through have you?" He teased, knowing full-well he remembered. He'd actually rode a couple of times after leaving Texas for the first time, having the occasional chance to and gladly taking the opportunity.

"Well, I kind of wanted to surprise you and just hope for the best?" You shrugged as you tilted your head to the side, frowning when you realised he might actually not remember.

"Okay, get your helmet on." He ordered after a moment, making you let out a little excited noise of delight as you quickly put the helmet on.

"Oh- wait! Wait, one minute!" You said as you rushed back inside the house, grabbing something then hurrying back to him.

You handed him his leather jacket and winked before lowering your helmet again. "To complete the look." You explained as you sat behind him on the bike whilst he shrugged the jacket on.

He started up the bike and turned to face you sideways.

"You ready?" He said in a louder voice, the bike already making a lot of noise.

"Yeah! Let's fucking do this!" You replied, wrapping your arms around his waist as he revved the bike and took off, speeding down the empty roads.

It was exhilarating. You'd only been on a motorbike once before, and you were too young to remember just how good it felt. The cool night air whipped past you, blowing against your skin. The lights from stores all blurred together as you hurtled past, the colours mixing to create a mirage of blues, greens, reds and purples in your peripherals as you tightened your grip on his waist.

"This is amazing, oh my god!" You shouted, letting out a yell as he sped up even more.

"Yeah, it is! Fuck, I forgot how great this is!" He called back, turning onto a mostly empty street and intentionally swerving the vehicle a little, making you laugh loudly.

"Okay, okay! Let's go back- Javi!" You told him, in a fit of giggles as he slowed down slightly.

"What? Can't handle the speed, baby?" He said in a fake macho voice.

"I can handle the speed, you dick. Just- too much excitement for one night, I'm getting old y'know." You responded as you now both rode calmly back to the ranch, head resting sideways on his back.

"You're not that old." He countered.

"Yeah, not as old as you at least."

"Oh shut up." He said, nudging you a little as you laughed even more.

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You pulled into the driveway once more and stepped off the bike, taking your helmet off and letting out a breathy laugh, coming down from the adrenaline high by now.

"¡Dios mío, tienes la bicicleta! ¿Se divirtieron ustedes dos? (Oh my, you got the bike! Did you two have fun?)" Chucho's voice sounded from the doorway as you both walked up to the porch.

"¡Fue increíble! Gracias por revelarme esa foto a mí, Chucho, y a los demás. (It was amazing! Thank you for revealing that photo to me, Chucho, and the others.)" You smirked as you stepped past him and into the house.

"¿Qué? ¿Que otros? Oh Dios, no me digas que le mostraste el- (What? What others? Oh God, don't tell me you showed her the-)" Javier groaned as his father only responded with a guilty laugh and a shrug.

Of course he had to show you that photo - the one of him, 16 years old with the most atrocious haircut ever and the face of a baby (not in a cute way), wearing the Santa costume his mom had forced him to wear to entertain his little cousins that Christmas. Chucho had taken so many photos the camera was almost out of space and still used them to tease him to this day.

"Lo siento, hijo, sólo tenía que mostrárselo. (Sorry, son, I just had to show her)" Chucho told Javi as he walked up the stairs, your giggles echoing in his ears as you realised what they were talking about.

"You guys are both so annoying." He murmured, a grin ghosting his lips as he started to get changed to go to sleep.

"Yeah, but you love it." You teased as he got in the bed beside you, pulling you close to him.

"Yeah, you're right." He sighed dramatically before closing his eyes.

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[ideas-on-paper]

Geppetto's dialogue about the Workshop train

I've discovered yet another dialogue that I wasn't aware of in my NG+ run!

If you've been to Krat Central Station a second time and found Geppetto's secret workshop in the train where you woke up (destroy the barrier behind the chair, then go into the room and pick up the letter), he actually has something to say about it:

[Spoilers for Lies of P!]

Now, this dialogue makes a lot of things very interesting.

For starters, it almost sounds like Geppetto knew that the letter was there - note how he says "the letter", not "a letter". (Of course, it might just be the English translation, but it's noteworthy.)

With full knowledge of the story, the contents of the letter are also very intriguing. Simon says that without Pinocchio, he never would've found the Workshop train, and that "unfortunately for Geppetto", he has the ability to read memories.

However, reading someone's mind and predicting the future are two different things - what made Simon so sure P would return to the Workshop train? And was it truly P's(/Carlo's) memory that he read? You can lie to Simon at the Grand Exhibition and after you defeat him at the top of Arche Abbey, so if he can read Pino's mind, why wouldn't he be able to tell Pino is lying in these moments? Though maybe, Simon isn't reading P's memories directly, but through Sophia - when Sophia warns P after the fight against the Walker of Illusions that the hotel is under attack, Simon suddenly chimes in, calling communication through Ergo "an interesting parlor trick". So, has Simon been watching each and every of our steps from the beginning, through Sophia's eyes?

At the very least, Simon has been watching P since Malum District, as we learn from the letter. He says he had a "hunch" which ultimately turned out to be correct, and also says that "they" followed Pino because "they" believed that it would lead them to the relic Geppetto stole. The "relic" is undoubtedly the Arm of God, and I suspect that with "they", he most likely means the Black Rabbit Brotherhood. The Black Rabbit Brotherhood's ledger confirms they were working for the Alchemists, and the "old broker man" who supposedly consumes Ergo might even be Simon himself. So, they knew that Geppetto was in possession of the Arm of God, and going by the letter, they must've stolen it back from him shortly before kidnapping him.

Speaking of which, during my very first Lies of P playthrough, I already had the suspicion that the "kidnapping" of Geppetto was more of an escorted free ride, and the "attack" of the Stalkers was an inside job. They were supposed to make just enough of a ruckus to make it look like a kidnapping, but what they actually did was giving Geppetto a lift to the Isle of Alchemists. I suspected that when Geppetto arrived there, he and Simon would just give each other a clap on the back and say "hey, long time no see" before proceeding with whatever they had planned.

The last page of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood's ledger mentions a "tempting proposal from the Alchemists", so that at least seems to confirm the part about the Stalkers. However, given that Geppetto and Simon kinda hate each other, it might not have been completely voluntary on Geppetto's part. Still, he was probably playing along for the time being, secretly waiting for his "beloved son" to come to his rescue. So, while these old men were scheming against each other, the Stalkers were really just a tool - in the second fight with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, the Battle Maniac even mentions they're just baits to buy time, so it seems they were aware they got the short end of the deal.

One thing that's for certain is that Simon definitely wanted something from Geppetto - otherwise, he wouldn't have brought him to the Isle. Geppetto's dialogue might actually give us a hint about what that might have been: If it's true that Simon is obsessed with P-Organs, I wonder if this is the reason why he brought Geppetto to the Isle - more specifically, I wonder if it was because he wanted Geppetto to build a new body for Sophia.

Simon probably knew that Sophia's body was on the verge of breaking, so I could imagine he ordered Geppetto to construct a puppet body and a P-Organ for her that he could transfer Sophia's Ergo into. (Sophia's body during the Rise of P ending comes a bit out of nowhere, so this would at least provide a plausible explanation why it's there.)

At the same time, this would suggest Simon sees Sophia as something more than just his tool. He constantly talks about "purifying" and "improving" humans with the Petrification Disease and Ergo, but it would appear that Sophia is so special to him that he wants to save her and preserve her personality as it is. Perhaps Simon really did love Sophia, in his own twisted way. (Interestingly, this makes for a few parallels between Simon and Geppetto, who also wants to revive Carlo at any cost. Meanwhile, it would make Sophia similar to Carlo, being kept alive against her will.)

[cheemken]

Ya know I haven’t really talked about Drayton n Kieran yet so here’s some canon hc stuff!

Okay so I believe in the French translation it’s stated that Kieran is 14….which I don’t believe lol with how shy he is in the teal mask and then crying over not getting ogerpon in the teal mask as well it just doesn’t fit right w/ him being 14 it seems in line of someone who’s 10 or 9 really + Drayton says he misses the old shy Kieran who likes to battle for fun so we can assume that Kieran was in the league club even before his desire to get stronger and tbh if a 14 yr old was around ppl like the E4 I doubt they’d be as shy as Kieran was in the teal mask, being around those 4 would give anyone a confidence, boost, so yeah Kieran is probably like 10 or maybe even 9 but def no older then that, anyways enough of my rambling n to the actual hcs lmao

Once Kieran is back in the club after mochi mayhem, he’s often seen curled up against Drayton snoozing on the clubs couch together as all of his intense training messed up Kieran’s sleep the boy is often really tired

Drayton is actually really good at comforting/calming down a crying Kieran weather it be from a legitimate reason like the trauma from terapagos, when he’s tired that he can’t help but cry or just him crying from not getting his way with something, Drayton is the second best at calming Kieran down (the first being carmine of course)

On the topic of terapagos, Kieran often goes to Drayton about his issues with the legendary bc Drayton knows what it’s like to be impacted by a legendary and Kieran doesn’t wanna bother his sister more with his trauma cause like yeah terapagos was gonna kill him, that energy beam was going straight for Kieran, he’d be dead if protagonist didn’t step in, so he talks to drayton about his trauma n drayton helps the best he can

Drayton eventually drops the “Ex-champion” nickname teasing as he sees it really upsets Kieran n they just started being friends again! He doesn’t wanna lose Kieran again!

They fly together across the terrarium on their dragonite’s :) often having fun lil races 

Drayton joked about carrying Kieran when we beat him during the champion fight but he actually does give Kieran piggyback rides when he wants! He enjoys carrying Kieran a lot!

Just like with the E3, Drayton can be protective of him, that’s his lil brother your honour……stole him from carmine….~Drayton angst anon💛

Huh but y'know I can picture Kieran being 14, there are teenagers that are still kinda shy around that age, and given his upbringing, it's understandable why he'd act like that too

But anyways hahaha

That's dope tho, them bonding over their trauma regarding a legendary. Drayton never got to really face off Kyurem like Iris, only ever saw him after Iris finally got him from Ghetsis' control, a much tamer Kyurem than the one still being controlled by Plasma. He can't imagine how it must've been for Kieran too, being face to face w Terapagos, almost dying bc of it. Nearly died bros tho real lmfao

That's cute them flying around w their Dragonite🥹 reminds me of this one concept I have of Iris and Lance too hahah and aughgh the piggyback ride thing cndmdn like how Iris would do it for Drayton too your honour they are so soft cnmdnd

[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 19

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Hokuto, Jun

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Hokuto: It felt like my identity as Hidaka Hokuto was getting erased, and I was slowly being reduced to nothing more than the Hidakas’ son… It scared me.

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Location: Sleeping Room

Time: The next day. The first day of Reverse Live has passed, and it is now the morning of the second day.

Hokuto: ………

Zzz, zzz… ♪

Jun: Hidaka-saaan?

Sorry to disturb you while you're resting! Couldja please wake up~? Your phone’s pinging like crazy, y'know~?

Hokuto: Nn… Snz… ♪

Jun: …He’s not waking up. Mmgh~ What should I do?

It's not like he's Ohii-san, so I can’t just smack his head, can I?

Jun: Hidaka-san? Hidaka-saaan, I'm seriously sorry to disturb you but couldja please wake up already? Between the two of us, I’m not the one cut out for the whole “waking a sleeping beauty thing”, y'know?

Hokuto: Nghhh… Don’t call me Hidaka.

Jun: Huh? Wait, but we’re not close enough to be on a first name basis, are we? If that's what you prefer, though, then I guess I'll do just that~?

To be fair… with Hidaka-sensei in my unit, it might get confusing who I'm talking to whenever I say “Hidaka-san”~ ♪

Umm, in that case… Hokuto-san! Wake up, Hokuto-san!

Hokuto: Mm…? Ahh… *yawn* ♪

What’s the big deal…? It’s still early…

Jun: Oh, you finally woke up! Apologies for disturbing you, Hokuto-san!

Seems like some early birds already started rehearsing, so we should probably grab some breakfast and get ready, too~

Hokuto: …Did you say “Hokuto-san”? What are you being all buddy-buddy with me for? We’re enemies.

Jun: Wha? You're the one who told me not to call you Hidaka, y'know?

Hokuto: Mnn? My bad, I think… I might’ve been half-asleep…

Sorry for confusing you. I was getting called Hidaka, Hidaka, Hidaka in both my dreams and in reality…

It felt like my identity as Hidaka Hokuto was getting erased, and I was slowly being reduced to nothing more than the Hidakas’ son… It scared me.

…Wait, woah!? What are you doing next to my bed, Sazanami? Planning to attack me in my sleep? That’s low of you, Lilith!

Jun: Haha. You really are half-asleep~ …But I totally get it. My heart's been pounding so hard I could hardly get any sleep, too.

After all, this is the very stage I’ve always dreamed of.

Hokuto: Mm? Where are we? Ah… That’s right, I felt like I hadn't practiced enough, so I stayed the night.

The nap room was only just set up, so I couldn't remember where I was for a moment.

Sazanami, did you stay the night here too?

Jun: Yeah, sorta… Ibara booked a hotel room for us, but it’s such a pain to go from there to the school and back.

Plus, it looks like your school's got both a cafeteria and showers, so it’s easier for me to stay here since it's just for a few nights.

On top of that, it feels like I've been getting kinda cocky, with how smooth a ride I’ve had since becoming an SS finalist — so I wanted to recall my origins, y’see…

And unlike Ohii-san, I’ve got no hobby of indulging myself. I feel more at home sleeping all crowded together in a small room like this~

Back when I wasn’t a Special Student, I took naps in Reimei’s common room pretty often.

Jun: I was being worked to the bone as staff, y'know. It seriously felt like I'd been tossed into a slave ship.

I don't think how I felt back then is something I should forget so easily.

Getting too used to an easy life will just dull your body and mind, y’know? …And if that happened, I feel like I’d never win against Sagami Jin.

I’m nowhere accomplished enough to be getting full of myself; not yet… But it sucks that it’s so easy to get the wrong idea of myself, y’know~? Like, I’ve somehow become Lilith’s center.

Hokuto: Ahh… I saw your fight against Ba-barrier last night. They did have you in the center.

The pressure must've been overwhelming, performing with my father and Tomoe-senpai behind you like that… I feel sorry for you.

Jun: Haha… It sure was~ See, I’m not the center of either Eve or Eden.

In fact, my role's moreso to make the others look good in those units.

So yeah, it was pretty nerve-wracking. It'd be no laughing matter if all my anxieties wore me down and I just passed out before even fighting Sagami Jin…

Well, at least I had proper practice and all, so in the end I somehow pulled through.

How did it look to you, Hokuto-san? Did my performance rise to the occasion~?

Hokuto: Yeah. To tell you the truth, you’ve improved a lot since I last saw you in SS. I also get excited when I see that my opponents are strong.

…Though your teamwork seemed a bit flawed, since it’s your debut stage and all.

Jun: Ahaha, I guess you’d notice something like that, Hokuto-san~

Actually, we didn't really manage to practice getting in-sync with Hidaka-sensei all that much, since he's been so busy with work.

And there's a huge change in the overall atmosphere depending on whether he's there or not —

He completely stole away the gaze of the entire audience; and it’s probably thanks to the bigwigs’ intervention stepping in, but our production ended up grander than we'd originally planned…

Our demographic is totally different from Eve’s, too, plus I’m not used to this whole DreamFest thing.

I got kinda disoriented and ended up making a bunch of mistakes. Just me, and nobody else, y'know? It’s so frustrating…

Ohii-san and Sensei both performed perfectly, but I was the one dragging Lilith down.

Hokuto: I see. My father is to blame. I’m sorry about him, Sazanami.

Jun: Nah, it's nothing… Honestly, I wondered at first if Sensei wouldn't be used to singing in a unit since he mostly performs solo —

But he carried himself perfectly. You'd never guess he had less practice than the rest of us~

Even though we're a team, I found myself overwhelmed by his presence throughout the whole performance.

It's not that I think he was taking it easy, but even that seemed more like a trial run than anything for him, so it’s scary to imagine what he’ll come out with next.

Hokuto: Hmph. Or maybe that was his limit. My father's getting on in his years; you shouldn’t overestimate him.

Jun: Haha. Hokuto-san, it seems more like you're underestimating him, y'know? I'm not too sure what’s going on here, though — Are you two on bad terms?

Back during SS, you said you kinda understood me, right?

But unlike my old man, your dad's a super idol. One look and even a little kid would stop crying just to watch him.

So it’s been nagging at me all this time. I just don’t get why you’d sympathize with me.

Oh, but I guess getting into the same line of work as our parents means that people just can’t seem to stop the comparisons… Annoying as it is.

The agency promoted me that way too, at first.

'Course, not that my old man’s fame as a loser was any good plug~

Hokuto: Hmm. I don’t think it’s right to belittle yourself like that.

And just from his achievements alone, wasn’t your father worthy of the Super Idol title too?

Jun: I wonder… Well, maybe that’s why he was a good match as Sagami Jin’s rival.

But in the end, he’s still a nobody who couldn’t make a mark on history, yeah?

Project Saga's the revival stage of legendary idols, yet he's so insignificant that he didn't even get invited to it.

Hokuto: …? I don’t think that's the case, though?

I’m pretty sure his name was on the list of legendary idols — At least, in the proposal I received before Project-Saga became official —

Jun: Nah, there's no need to try and comfort me. My old man’s obsessed with his past, y'know — He would’ve said yes in a heartbeat if he'd gotten an invitation.

So if he's never shown up as a Mentor, then the offer never came…

Must be nice being you, Hokuto-san~ You’ve got an impressive dad you can brag about.

Hokuto: ……

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[caelusarchetype]

ᴄᴀᴛᴇɴᴀ sɪᴅ ✦

So heya, hey guys. It's so nice to find new members in this hell of a trainwreck.

〔☕〕

So far, there are only five of us here, including me. Translators are way in demand these days, nobody just wanna seek us out, y'know?

Got my bases covered— look we don't reall actually care about what languages you speak, kay? Just as long as you're fluent in three or more, you're in.

Like me, been drifting in Eihsta, Khanesis and Lovrum all my life. Never had a place called home except the caravan ride. But that's a good thing though. Got used to the culture, norms, local festivals and all that. So General got me first place first prize in this private squad he's been making.

Yeah, the General.

—〔🪃〕—

We're not too keen on names here, so we call the king the General.

Born in Impetros, mommy fetched home to Nievos Argia and had a maid from Ctheis. But let's be honest here, almost all maids are from Ctheis. There we go three languages all in all. Then he got drafted for the war, had to learn while spying in Lovrum— here we are.

Tried to get matched with the system too, found a 100% bride candidate... But his candidate got killed in the war so... He's been brooding about it since.

Now, we got a paycheck supported by the invisible demand for translators that everyone's been somehow ignoring.

〔🪺〕

Room 102 by the bathroom is the Sanguine second daughter. She's a prime example of a rich kid who didn't have anything to do in life. She's more or less fluent in all of the languages here in Philtatos, though her birthright's in Hahruko.

Don't know much about her life story, all I know is that she's the library girl that didn't get the title. She's more talkative than I thought she would be. Well, then again, she did like learning languages— must've been connected to her personality.

Those two goons upstairs are the ones that purposefully distanced themselves from people.

〔🗝️〕

One of them's loaded, from Koshka. It was hard trying to convince him to join us. Guy's the embodiment of can-write-can't-talk. He can basically translate any written material from the Fliamae and Afflecia continents, and of course Koshka, but can't turn alphabet into sounds.

Doesn't talk to people either. Orally. Always has a sketchbook with him at all times.

And he's got a kid with him. Yeah, in the room. So he'll really hate it if you guys barged in.

Yeah. Yeah. You're right. Probably.

Well, he's taking care of the kid because the mother ran off to protect her career, and the father also chose his career, so he's basically been guilt tripped into it. I know for sure that the Koshkan guy hate kids.

Right, there's also a white cat in the room? Don't worry it doesn't bite.

〔🐗〕

Then there's this bitch up the stairs who stares at the same picture for hours. Months and years of stalking led her to guess what—knowing every language in the Cyrillian Empire. Been chasing some sort of royal official, a prince or a princess maybe, got arrested, and is serving her sentence here since General is more or less desperate for someone with her skillset.

Can any of you speak from that continent?

...ah, yeah? At least you can speak English then.

Now that I've finished my job of basically giving intros, why don't you go decorate your new rooms and then bother them, especially the stalker one upstairs?

Gonna have to cook dinner soon.

[kazxraval]

Wants me all for himself. Melody played the part of fiery girlfriend to grumbly boyfriend like a pro. Kaz took the role of single friend who admired his mate's girl from afar without any real heat. "I can't blame him." Instead of another sweep of a look up and down the stunning Melody, he checked in with Emre instead. Kaz expected a different type of reaction, perhaps mistakenly. Maybe he was sweeter on Melody than he'd ever shared. Old feelings rushed back, probably threw Emre for a loop.

Kaz's head felt pretty fucked too. Over the wave of water that sounded like his sister. A voice he'd forgotten the finer emotional colors of. They were there as she spoke to Emre. Ani and Emre.

Ani squinted at Kaz as if his face was a meter for whether Emre told the truth. 'Has he really chatted about me?' She must've forgotten her brother forged an expressionless mask, easy to slip on as deemed necessary. 'What did he say? Let me guess-- he said I'm bratty. Or annoying? Come on, you gotta spill the terrible stuff so I know how to properly haunt him. Still trying to get this whole dead thing down.'

Airy and light, joking along with the expectation Emre saw the humor in it. A certain bounce in her tone that clashed with her appearance. With Emre's quiet mumuring, she turned fully towards him. Big brown eyes blinked in some type of understanding, a sense rather than a pure translation. Her smile blurred, like a shell tossed into the ocean and last seen in a tumble to the bottom. A nod of her head. Ani brightened again to answer Melody. 'Mm. Kind of wish I, you know. Got to actually live. But, you're right. It's not too bad. Not anymore.'

"Yeah. We're mates. Friends." A small giggle from Ani that Kaz chose to ignore. Emre once said he didn't have any friends in London. "He has loads of friends." Kaz quick to back up with a displaced sense of... pride? Like he wanted to brag on a child's success of riding a bike without training wheels.

Finally, the newly co-conspirator ghosts blew away as weightless as leaves caught in a gust of wind. You won't look at her. Kaz felt the hard set of his brows, despite the natural instinct to push into the gentle touch on his chest. His fingers curled around Emre's wrist. "What?" A pause, a blink as his brows tensed further. "I am looking at her -- it. It's just water, Emre. That's all."

The frown deepened. Anger began to flame up in his tone. "What do you see? Ghastly? The fuck you talking about? What do you see that I don't, Emre? Why would you even say that to me?"

He backed off and turned away. His fingers laced together behind his head. Weird shit happened all the time. Hell, their entire existence on the island easily classified as entirely bat shit. Several paces and seconds acted as a cool down. His arms fell heavy at his side as he exhaled loud. "Sorry."

Emre called him out. Disappearing was his style. "Yeah thanks for coming to check on me then," he drawled. Not that Kaz imagined being hunted down and swaddled in protection. His brows rose and fell. "I planned to come here after the party anyway. I wanted to see you." Shame on him if that hadn't been made clear.

He bit his lip. "Didn't expect you to be all wifed up." Fear of an Ajit, an Iyaz, Omar-- devastating choices wiped away by one bubbly dancer. Or, was it all that simple? Maybe not. "I was messing around, flirting with your Melody. Didn't mean anything by it. I got a favorite, so."

His gaze dipped to the floor and then up again. "I followed up with everyone at the tower during the party." Journalist mode activated, voice level, professional, as crisp as Seattle air. "Nothing like this happened anywhere on the outside. However, odd activity was noted in the teleport room. It's off limits at the moment, and the engineers are working on it."

Smooth as silk, Kaz fell into Melody; who, despite her stunned staring at Ani, cleaved to the attention. She cast Ani a nervous glance but then shifted and swayed for Kaz's entertainment, with a defiant flick of her chin. "Arrogant sod, likely figured he didn't need to. He gets proper jealous, you know. Wants me all for himself," Melody purred. But looking over at Emre, she abruptly stopped the flirting and frowned. "What's your problem? You look odd."

"Erm, nothing. No problem, just. Glad you two have...erm. Met," Unused to being this uncool (in Emre's head), he focussed on Ani. Her rote 'I'm fine' an echo of her brother (Kaz's family! They looked so achingly, horribly alike), but not Ani's immediate chirpy cheer. Kaz usually recouped with light sarcasm, or chirpsing. Or both.

"Right....Ani Raval, yeah? He's chatted about you, luv." Not really, bits and pieces. Kaz's memories, and from that fateful imposter that had posed as Ani. But the imposter was fancy costume compared to this version preserved in her violent end. So incongruent to her sweet ghostly smile - a maddening mockery of Kaz's own magician's smile, there and gone - that Emre involuntarily murmured, "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi..." ...something. Emre always forgot that last bit.

"Little sister! Oh bloody hell, I'm so sorry, you're so young! I died too, it's alright innit. Not so bad," Melody cooed at Ani, then pointed between Emre and Kaz. "And you and Emmy is mates then? Another mate, like forreal? Emmy, who knew you could be so friendly."

"Girl, just shut your trap for five bloody seconds, please," Emre groaned at Melody, pinching his brow. "No one wants to hear your barmy opinions."

"He wants to hear, don't you Kaz? If I weren't a ghost, the things I could do with you - oh," Melody jumped when Ani got closer, then looked down at herself as if wondering if she also looked as bloody and damaged. "Right, alright little sister. Might be we should find a mirror, yeah? See how...we look. Let the boys chat about their bloody boy business." Melody pinched Emre again, before whooshing backwards, with Ani in tow.

"You won't look at her," Emre turned back to Kaz, after watching the ghosts (or jinn, or whatever they were) recede. "I can't blame you. She's...fucking hell, bruv. She's ghastly, not to put a pin in it. That poor little girl." Close enough now, Emre tentatively touched Kaz's chest, as if to make sure that at least Kaz was as real and alive as him. Kaz emitted that familiar warmth that made Emre exhale in relief.

"And you're here. I wagered you'd scarpered to one of your little hideouts, wait this all out and all."

[cambion-companion]

hi lovely, can i request prompt 68 with aemond being the one to say it :p <3

Yes! I did not forget about you, Nonny! I know it's been a while :)

68. A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Aemond x reader | library shenanigans

The flickering light of the fireplace was the only illumination in the library as both you and Aemond poured over the hefty volumes that lay open before you.

"Look at this, Y/N!" Aemond said excitedly, pointing to a line of words in black ink you had to squint at to see.

"I can't read High Valyrian, Aemond." You reminded the prince, smiling indulgently at his excitement as he began translating for you.

"The first to fall during Aegon's conquest of Westeros was the Kingdom of Harren the Black consisting of the Iron Islands and the Riverlands. Aegon and his dragons laid waste to Harren's "impregnable" fortress of Harrenhal." Aemond looked up at you, his eye shining in the firelight. "I have always wanted to travel to the Riverlands, see the fortress of Harrenhal for myself."

"I am sure you one day will!" His own ardor for the histories you studied was infectious. "The world is a small place when you ride the largest dragon!"

His laughter mingled with your own as Aemond surveyed your firelit face with fondness. "I'll take you with me, if you so desire."

Those words, spoken with such sudden sincerity, caused the breath to leave you lungs. He took your silence to mean a decline, his face falling slightly. "Of course, I wouldn't force you to."

"I'd like that very much." Your voice, though soft, hinted at the underlying feelings you'd been nurturing for the prince for quite some time now. "Tell me more about Aegon the Conqueror."

You couldn't read the expression flitting across Aemond's features. You read surprise there, as well as a softer, more unfamiliar look in his lilac eye. You continued hastily; in case you had offended him. "I enjoy it when you tell me about the things that interest you."

He remained silent.

"You are the smartest person I know." You were feeling uneasy now, Aemond hadn't blinked once since you'd started rambling. "I learn something new every day studying here with you."

"Kiss me." Aemond's voice was a hoarse whisper.

"I-what?" You had to do a double take, leaning forward to peer closer at his face.

"Kiss me." He repeated, louder this time.

Bemused, you hesitated a moment before placing a soft kiss to his forehead, half expecting to feel he had come down with fever.

"No." Aemond caught your chin in his fingers before you could pull away. "Not like that."

He tilted his head, bringing his parted lips to press against your own. You made a small, surprised sound at the electric sensation sending pleasant shivers down your body. Aemond moved his mouth in tandem with your own for a few more heated moments before pulling back to measure your expression. You must've looked a sight, causing a soft chuckle to escape the prince. "Like that."

You pressed a finger to where his lips had been seconds before, your eyes flicking up to meet his smoldering gaze.

"Will you let me try once more?" You asked him sweetly.

Aemond smirked at you. "You may try as many times as you wish, my lady."

Trying hard to mask your eagerness, you shifted closer to him, tangling your hands in his long hair, kissing him again.

From now on you were going to insist on studying with him in the secluded section of the library more often.

[babeydollx]

I'm so sorry you're sick!! 😔 I hope you get better soon!! ❤️❤️

5, 7, & 10 with Drew Starkey pls (I'm thinking best friends/roommates that are secretly in love with each other out on a walk or something and coming across a type of fair. But you can do whatever you want with it. I know it's going to be amazing either way!!

Token of Love {Drew Starkey}

Warnings: none

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your best friend Drew were out for an evening walk when you come across a fair and you ask him to go not knowing that this would be the start of your love story.

Prompts: "Here, take my jacket." and "I'll carry you if you're that tired." and "I refuse to leave this stupid booth until I win you the stuffed animal you want."

Word Count: 1.3k 

a/n: I absolutely loved this request!

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© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

You and Drew walked down the street heading home. The sun was setting and it was going to be dark soon. You and Drew had lived together for a year now and this is one thing you both loved to do together, take evening walks everyday.

Sometimes it would be dark by the time you got home. Usually you would be nervous to walk home in the dark, especially by yourself but, when Drew would walk with you, you weren't scared at all because you knew that he would always protect you.

It was getting darker now so you held his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smiled at you and kept walking with you. He knew how nervous you would get walking when it was getting dark so he did all he could to make you feel safe, one of those things being holding your hand.

As the two of you were walking, you were shivering a little since you were getting cold. Drew noticed and stopped walking. He let go of your hand and then pulled off his jacket. 

"Here, take my jacket." He said as he helped you put his jacket on you. You smiled. It was warm and you could smell his scent on it. 

"Thank you." You said with a smile as you held his hand again. The two of you then continued your walk. As you continued your walk, you noticed some colorful lights off in the distance. As you got closer to the lights you saw that it was a fair. You squealed and gently tugged on Drew's arm jumping a little.

"I- what is it?" He asked with a laugh.

"Look! Look! It's a fair!" You said still jumping a little as you pointed at the fair across the road. "Can we go please?!" You asked and gave him your best puppy dog eyes. Of course he caved immediately. 

"Alright, we can go to the fair for a bit." He said with a smile. You squealed again and ran towards the fair, pulling him along with you. Drew paid for both of you and your tickets and then the two of you went into the fair.

The two of you went on rides, played games, and got some snacks too. Time passed by and the two of you had been there for an hour already. As the two of you were getting ready to leave you saw a game that you must've missed. It was baseball toss.

When you looked at the prizes, you saw a stuffed animal that you just had to have. It was a big kawaii pink dinosaur plushie. You gasped when you saw it and pointed it out to Drew. 

"Look at how cute it is! I need it in my life!" You said with a giggle. "Can we stay a little longer so I can try to win it?" You asked bringing out the puppy dog eyes.

"You know I can't say no when you make that face." He said with a chuckle. You giggled and paid the person behind the baseball toss stand, you tried your best to throw the ball at the cans, trying to knock three down so you could get the stuffed animal.

But, you did not succeed, you didn't even knock down one. You pouted when you saw and looked at Drew. He saw that you really did want this plushie so, he decided to try to win it for you.

"Here, let me have a try at it." He said.

"Really? You would win it for me?" You asked, a smile spreading across your face.

"Of course, I want you to be happy and if that pink dinosaur makes you happy then I am going to make sure that you get it." He said. You stepped aside and let him take a shot at it. He paid the man to play and then took a shot at it. 

He had knocked over two cans but, not three. In order to get the stuffed dino he had to knock over three cans. You frowned a little. He was so close. Drew paid the man again and then tried to knock three cans over once again. He got the same results as last time. You sighed and then gently pulled on his arm. He looked down at you.

"Come on, let's just go home." You said.

"I refuse to leave this stupid booth until I win you the stuffed animal you want." He said. You tried to protest but he stopped you. "Please, just let me try a few more times to win this for you." He said. You nodded and stepped aside one again to let him play.

He tried a few more times and just when you were feeling hopeless, on his last try he knocked over all three cans. You squealed and jumped up and down clapping. The man behind the stand took down the big pink dino plushie and handed it to Drew. He then handed the stuffed animal to you with a smile. You giggled and got on your tippy toes before kissing his cheek.

"Thank you so much for winning this for me." You said with a smile. 

"You're welcome. I guess you could consider it a token of my love." He said. You nodded and then stopped for a moment and looked at him. 

"Token of your love? What do you mean?" You asked. You were hoping it meant that Drew liked you. You have had the biggest crush on him for years. You always wanted to tell him but, never had the courage to. 

"Well, the truth is that I love you, Y/N." He said. You stood there in shock. Drew was in love with you? You felt butterflies in your stomach and you could feel your cheeks heating up after he told you that he loved you.

"You do?" You asked in shock.

"Yeah, I have been in love with you for quite some time now. I just never had the courage to tell you because I was scared that you didn't feel the same way and I was even more scared that it would mess up our friendship or that you might move out." He confessed.

"But it's okay if you don't feel the sam-" Before he could finish, you cut him off by kissing him. After a moment or two you pulled back and looked up at him smiling. 

"I love you too, Drew. God, I am so in love with you, you have no idea." You said with a breathless giggle. 

"Really?" He asked with a smile. You nodded. His smile grew and he kissed you again. He pulled back and looked down at you, cupping your face. "Well, if I were to ask you to be my girlfriend, what would you say?" He asked.

"Are you serious? Of course I want to be your girlfriend!" You said with a big grin and kissed him again. When you pulled back you rested your forehead against his. "I love you Drew." You said.

"I love you too Y/N." He said with a smile. 

"Mm.. can we go home now? I'm pretty tired." You said with a soft giggle. He smiled and nodded. 

"Sure, we can go home now." He said. 

"Can we take the bus or something? I honestly think I am too tired to walk the rest of the way home." You said with a quiet chuckle.

"I'll carry you if you're that tired." He said with a smile. Before you could protest he scooped you up bridal style. You held onto the plushie that was laying on your stomach and he left the fair carrying you home.

You looked at the pink dinosaur plushie and smiled. Who knew that a stuffed animal would be the beginning of a beautiful love story.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this story!

@wannabestarkeysgirl

[digital-corruption]

Unrecognisable Part 25

Running to the Park and Ride stop to catch the bus before it left, we were completely out of breath. Jake got on first and handled purchasing our tickets. While he took care of it, I got on and surveyed the bus quickly. It was only half full, but of the passengers that were there they were all staring at us like we had three heads. I couldn’t understand why. It was as if they'd never seen two people wearing hoodies before. Then I remembered I had been crying only a short time earlier, and subconsciously wiped my face as I walked down the aisle to the back of the bus where there was an empty row for us to sit in. I sat down next to the window, putting our bag down at my feet. Jake followed after validating our tickets and I noticed him glaring at a couple of the passengers for staring as he went past them. He plopped down next to me and continued to give them a stink eye until they went back to minding their own business.

I pulled out my phone and cleaned up my tear-stained face as best as I could with my sleeves. Jake put his arm around me and leant his head against mine. Seeing us both on my phone made me smile, even if Jake still had his hood and mask covering most of his face. I really wanted to take a photo, but I wasn't sure if I should. Jake must've sensed my uncertainty as he reached with his free hand and pushed the camera button for me. He turned into me just in time so the camera didn't catch his eyes. Sure you couldn't see his face at all in the photo, but it was the first photo of the two of us. I loved it so much I made it my wallpaper.

Putting my phone away, I nestled against Jake and watched as the outskirts of Colville passed us by while he kept track of our progress on his phone. It was only the second time I had been to Germany and the last time I didn’t pay attention because I was so focused on everything happening in Duskwood. Suddenly Jake felt a lot heavier against my head. It took me a second to realise that Jake had nodded off. I raised my hand and gently rubbed his head, before pulling his phone out of his hand to prevent it from falling. He still had the map open and I could see we still had another 20 minutes before our stop, so I let him sleep.

With his phone in my hand, I grew curious. The urge to poke around was just too great to ignore, so I did. His phone was very streamlined to the bare minimum apps, which surprised me. He didn't even have any games, so that explained why he used my phone earlier to play Candy Crush. Out of curiosity, I opened his photo gallery, but to my surprise there were only a few photos in it, all of me sleeping. The last one he had taken that very morning in the barn while I was asleep on his chest. I couldn’t help but smile. Normally I found photos of me sleeping embarrassing, but I was so peaceful sleeping in his arms.

I swapped to his notes and only found one, written in German, containing a single line. I found it so strange that I had to know what it said. Without hesitation I copied it and swapped to the browser to translate it to English. 

'Never let her see you at your worst.'

I stared at the words for a few minutes, saying it over and over again in my head. Just what was he so frightened of? Considering everything we had been through the past few days, what did he still have hiding in his closet? What was his worst? I glanced at him sleeping. He looked so calm that it was easy to forget how he could change at a flick of a switch. I liked to think I was bringing some stability to his life, but did I really have any effect on him or was it just a facade?

Swapping back at the map, I realised there was only one more stop before ours. I gently shook Jake’s shoulder and he jumped, making my heart skip several beats. 

"Sorry, our stop is coming up," I laughed.

"Fuck! Why did you let me sleep!?" he snapped.

"Because you needed it?" I frowned. "It was only a few minutes."

"I could’ve done without it," he rolled his eyes and snatched his phone out of my hands.

"Clearly your body thought otherwise," I pointed out.

"What were you doing with my phone?" He sneered as he checked the open apps.

"Making sure we didn’t miss our stop," I replied. "I mean sure, I looked at your gallery."

"You saw the photos!?" he queried.

"Um, yes, they were cute," I smiled. "Though you can take photos of me when I am awake too."

Jake said nothing and reached for the button to signal for the next bus stop. Then he put his phone away and picked up his backpack, resting it on his lap while he waited for the bus to stop.

"Are you mad?" I asked.

"I am mad you let me sleep," he answered, but it felt like only half of an answer.

"Are you embarrassed because I saw the photos?" I pushed.

He ignored me and instead stood up as the bus stopped. I got up, grabbed our bag and followed him out the back door of the bus. He walked off in the direction of the shopping district. I had to rush to catch up to him.

"What the hell, Jake!?" I exclaimed.

He stopped and turned back to me, checking to make sure if anyone was in earshot before responding, "What do you want me to say? I like it when you’re helpless, vulnerable, unguarded, and weak."

At a loss of words, I searched his eyes for an understanding, "I think what you mean to say is you like it when I feel safe with you."

Jake smirked, "You really have no idea."

"Jake, I don't understand what you mean," I shook my head.

"We need to hurry to get those documents printed," he tried changing the subject.

Jake continued down the path to the shopping district, but realised I wasn't following and turned back.

"If it wasn't clear already, I trust you, Jake," I declared. "I am yours - mind, body and soul."

"One day I will break you," he warned. "It’s only a matter of time."

"Then break me," I laughed. "I broke when I lost you. So unless you plan on leaving me again, you really can't do worse."

He tilted his head and grinned, "You’re just as fucked up as I am."

"I think they call it love," I mused.

"Hmm, well, we'll continue this discussion later," he held out his hand to me. "Come on."

I took his hand eagerly and walked into the shopping district at his side. It was fairly busy so we had to weave through to get to our destination, a small print and copy shop at the opposite end. Still we managed to blend reasonably well into the crowd. All seemed to be going ok until we reached the shop. To our surprise, it was far more crowded than expected. Still we approached the counter and explained to the staff what we needed done.

"Please join the queue," the clerk behind the desk said to me in a thick German accent.

"Ok, but this is urgent. Like we need it done now urgent," I stressed.

"You have to wait for your turn," he waved me away.

Jake cut in and expressed our urgency in German. The clerk still didn't budge. 

"It’s a matter of life or death! Our job is way more important than theirs! And what, are your printers from the 80s?" I complained. "Why is it taking so long?'

Jake continued in German and tried to convince the clerk to push our job to the front of the queue. Meanwhile the other customers waiting for their turn were glaring at us. I could tell they weren't impressed by my suggestion that their print jobs were inferior to ours.

"Oh please, we have a critical deadline! You all can wait!" I snapped.

"MC," Jake put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a look to settle down.

"Where's your manager!?" I exclaimed.

"He is the manager," Jake clarified.

"Oh, well he sucks," I pouted.

"And he understands English," he reminded me.

"Yeah, change my opinion then!" I sassed.

"Give me a moment, ok?" Jake rubbed his head, then went back to speaking in German to the clerk.

I sighed and went back to staring down the other customers.

"Their primary printer is not responding. They're waiting for a technician to come, but it could be another hour. I will be right back, I am going to try to fix it myself," Jake explained. "Hopefully its just the network settings."

I nodded and watched as Jake went behind the counter. I could see him going back and forth between the computer and the large format printer several times. I'd be lying if I said watching him work so intensely wasn't hot. I caught myself staring at him as he checked the printer over for anything out of place. He noticed me watching and winked. I blushed and looked away. There was no way I was getting all turned on so easily.

I tried to distract myself with the product displays as best as I could. Who knew you could print your face on almost anything? I was reminded of the time I heard Dan had his face printed on bottle cooler sleeves and gifted them to everyone for their birthdays for the next year. Every time the group got together and they weren't using the cooler sleeves, he threw a tantrum. The memory made me giggle.

Out of nowhere, the staff all started cheering as the printer came to life. I saw Jake was very uncomfortable by the appreciation he was receiving and I had to smile. He shoved a USB stick into their computer, clicked on a few things and the printer started running again. Judging by the reaction of the manager seeing the printouts, I knew exactly what was printing. Still, the manager collected the documents and put them into a folder for us. Jake took the folder from him and thanked him, then walked back over to me.

"He didn't want any money?" I questioned.

"Nah, the service job was going to cost way more than the printing," he ushered me out of the store. "We need to hurry though or we're going to miss the next bus."

Jake handed the folder to me as we walked away from the shop. It felt so heavy in my hands, like I was carrying the weight of the world. The notion that I had been entrusted to carry his most vulnerable memories wasn't lost on me. I held it so tightly against my body to guard it with my life as we walked briskly back to the bus stop.

As soon as the stop was in sight and we saw the bus was already there, we ran again. Jake got to the door first and shoved his hand in as the door started closing. The driver was shocked and said something to him. Jake responded angrily in German and then motioned for me to get on. Using the same tickets from earlier, we filed onto the bus. This bus was more crowded this time with standing room only. The bus started moving before I could grab onto a rail and I nearly fell into another passenger, but Jake wrapped his arm around my waist and righted me. He took the opportunity though to hold me close against him. I glanced back at him and smiled, but his expression was sour.

"What’s wrong?" I questioned.

"I don't want to send you in there," he sighed. "Even with your new documents, they might realise who you are."

"But we agreed, Richy doesn't get early release," I turned around in his embrace.

"Listen, if the worst should happen, I will get you out," he promised. "They'll put you in a transport."

"And?" I asked, already anticipating what he'd say next.

"And I will find the transport and get you out," he responded vaguely. "You should probably brace for impact though."

"Right, of course," I chuckled. "We haven't really discussed this. I mean are you going to wait for me outside?"

"No, no, I'm not. I will disappear as soon as you walk through the entrance. I expect you'll attract attention so stay with your friends. I am sure they will want to talk with you and discuss whatever it is you discuss," he explained. "I will go to you as soon as I find an opportunity. Just try to act normal."

"You will always find me," I smirked.

"Yes I will," he chuckled. "I am glad you understand that."

I sighed, "Ok this is really happening."

"Having second thoughts?" he asked.

"No, I can do this. I go in, bust the door down if I have to, kick ass and take names," I tried psyching myself up.

"Please don't kick their asses," Jake humoured. "I mean it's not fair if I'm left out."

"Wait, left out of being a kicker or kickee?" I joked.

"Ha! As if you could take me!" he teased. "Though it would be cute to see you try."

I stuck my tongue out at him, then noticed the scenery around us had changed. Leaning over to look out the window, I could see we were approaching the prison. Jake pushed the signal for the next stop while I started practising controlled breathing exercises to calm my nerves. The bus soon stopped and we filed out of the back of the bus with several passengers, who were there to visit other prisoners. I turned to Jake with unease filling my stomach.

"Jake?" I said nervously.

"You'll be fine," he assured me and rubbed my arms.

I looked into his soft, warm eyes and could feel my muscles relaxing, "I love you."

He smiled, "I love you too. Now who is the one waiting to say it until the stressful moments?"

I laughed, which eased my nerves even more, then hugged him tight, "Please no disappearing on me."

He hugged me back even tighter, "I will be with you again before the night is over. But you best get in there, it is already ten minutes past 2."

I nodded and let go of him reluctantly to walk off to the prison entrance. The first time I glanced back, he was still standing there watching me, but by the time I had passed through the gate, he was gone. I was now on my own. 

[stardusttkachuk]

I got one for blurb requests!! From List 2 - #82 (maybe 82 too, since they work together.) with Freddie? (or beau, or someone else I don't know!) just love the idea!

82. Learning their native language (if you don’t know it) so that you can speak with their friends and family.

A/N: I used google translate for the phrases. I don't speak danish (though deeply wish I did) so any errors are thanks to google. Translations are listed here:

Jeg er så glad for at du er her - I'm so glad you're here.

Også mig - me too

Det er dejligt endelig at møde dig - it's nice to finally meet you

overraskelse - surprise

Jeg elsker dig - i love you

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"You alright?" Freddie asked. He must've noticed the way you tensed when the plane started moving.

You'd been on several flights before, following him to certain games, vacations with him, even before meeting him you'd flown to different places. But this was a long trip, and a very important one at that.

You and Frederik were flying to Denmark, where you'd be meeting his family. You had spoken to them a few times, and unofficially met them over FaceTime, but this would be the first in person meeting. To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You nodded, holding onto his outstretched hand. "Nerves," you said.

"For the flight?"

"And meeting your family."

Freddie furrowed his brows. "You've met them."

"Yeah. I mean, we've FaceTimed them. But I've never met them in person."

He shrugged. "They already love you. You have nothing to be nervous about."

---

Freddie's mom was there to pick you up when you landed in Herning and spent the entire ride to the house getting to know you, hardly ever talking to Freddie besides a simple 'hello' and 'it's good to see you'.

His little brother was the first to greet you both at the door, immediately running to hug Frederik. Within a few seconds, he had moved on to hug you.

"Jeg er så glad for at du er her," he said.

"Ah. Valdemar, Y/N doesn't speak--"

"Også mig," you said, patting the younger boy on the back. "Uh.. det er dejligt endelig at møde dig"

The smile on Valdemar's face stretched from ear to ear. And Frederik's jaw was nearly on the floor. Besides a few phrases, Frederik hadn't taught you much of his native language. However, you'd taken it upon yourself to learn as much as you could before meeting his family.

Freddie wrapped his arm around your shoulders when his little brother had run off. "I didn't think you spoke danish," he said.

"Not fluently. I've been practicing though. In preparation for finally meeting your family and coming here."

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple. "I would've loved to have known this. I could've helped."

"I wanted it to be a surprise. So... overraskelse."

Freddie chuckled. "Jeg elsker dig"

[eurphoa]

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cc!quackity with a short reader coming back from a trip !

cc!quackity x gn!reader

people in this : cc!quackity

warnings : fluff! no literally tooth rotting fluff. you guys are so cute. and cussing !! also not proof read sorry lol

translation

mi amor - my love

mi vida, mi aliento - my life, my breath

~~~

it had been 3 months, you had just gotten done visited your family, coming back home to alex was one of the only things keeping you going.

you've been with alex for about 2 years or so, coming up on 3. you've seen him grow as a person and as a content creator.

you guys have been going back and forth between mexico and the U.S.

currently, he was in mexico with his parents, sleeping with tiger cuddled up against his side, without his knowledge.

however, currently you were on a plane, sulking over the fact you're gonna have to land, do security and grab your things. what a nuisance.

you we're watching movies you had downloaded to your phone before the flight. specifically, a marvel movie.

eventually you feel asleep as alex was waking up.

before he could wake up, tiger had already left. he started by changing into something that he could leave in the house in. he tided up the house before you came home.

he put on his signature beanie, making sure his mullet is tucked, he said goodbye to his parents, grabbed his keys and he was off to get you.

by then, you had landed. some had woken you up, informing you that you had landed.

you quickly left the plane, went thru security and got your bags. you had sat down on a bench waiting for alex to come pick you up.

☆ small time skip ☆

alex had parked, eager to see you again. he misses you beyond words can describe. he just wants to see your smile, to touch you again, to hear your voice, yeah youve been calling everyday but he was still so eager to hear you.

he got into the airport searching for you, eventually he saw you sitting down on your phone, remembering that he sent you a message that he was there.

me

heya mi amor <3 im here :)

mi vida, mi aliento

my god i cant wait to see you

---

you glance up, and see him, standing there. you could tell he was smiling at you by the corners of his eyes. you got up and ran to him, hugging him. tucking your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his cologne. you missed him, so fucking much.

you had looked up and he was looking at you with so much adoration, he pulled down his own mask, then yours.

he kissed you, his lips were so warm, so soft. you had missed this feeling. he was the first to pull away, you had slighlty whined, missing the warmth.

"lovely, we can kiss at home all you want but we literally at an airport right now." he tells you, chuckling.

you started walking back to the parking lot.

"oh! by the way, my parents are out for a bit due to needing groceries, so we can sleep if you wish."

"that'd be nice, that plane ride was terrible."

"mm really?"

"yeah my god it was exhausting, this kid kept screaming."

you said you two got in the car.

"god that must've been terrible-"

"yeah thats what im saying.."

you two had made small talk, you enjoyed the presence of him actually being there, the hand on your thigh.

eventually, you two had gotten home, he opened to door for you then went to get your things. (bc hes so sweet and a lovely person and u deserve to rest)

you immediately headed to alexs' room and flopped on his bed.

"you look exhausted" alex said, as he walked in room, putting your things near the closet.

"mhm" was all you could say as you slowly fell asleep.

alex had taken off his hoodie and beanie, lying in bed with you. he admired you, tracing your facial features. he kissed your forehead. he cuddled up next to you and fell asleep along side you.

---

the end :)

i hope you enjoyed - ethan