#the coloring in the last one looks off but i'm too tired to fix it now :')

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

The Sign, Ep 7

[finalgilmoregirl]

omg I loved your grumpy x sunshine Mike and reader work - could you please do another scenario where the sunshine! reader is the one who has a bad day and it’s up to grumpy! Mike to comfort and help out in his own way? :) thanks for sharing your work!

a/n : i'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the request. fem!reader, she/her pronouns, mainly just fluff

☆ bad day : grumpy!mike schmidt x sunshine!fem!reader

mike knew something was wrong the moment he closed his door behind him and was greeted with silence has he entered the house.

you were always rushing in to greet him as soon as the sound of his keys against the door knob signaled his arrival, but today that clearly wasn't the case.

"hello?" mike called out and a moment later was met by the sight of abby creeping out of the hallway.

"where's y/n?"

"well hello to you too" the young girl rolled her eyes, walking past mike and heading for the kitchen.

"sorry" he sighed, catching her arm before she got too far and pulling her into his arms for a hug, earning a groan in response. "how was your day?"

"it was okay, but i think y/n/n's sick."

"sick? what do you mean?" mike thought back to when he last saw you just that morning. you were fine, your normally bubbly self despite the early hours, yawning between giggles as you and abby got breakfast prepared.

abby shrugged, "i don't know, she's been in bed since we got home."

mike knew you better than abby to know that you couldn't be sick. even if you were sick, you would protest and continue your daily routine as usual. something had to have been seriously wrong for you to defy from that routine and lay in bed for hours, especially with abby home. you hated to leave her alone and always tried to find something spontaneous and fun for the two of you to do if time permitted.

he warily walked into the direction of your shared bedroom and slowly opened the door that was left ajar. the lights were off and if it wasn't for the glow of the hallway light, he wouldn't have been able to see your figure on the bed in the dimness of the afternoon darkness.

but there you were, laying on your side, facing away from the door. mike could tell you weren't sleeping by the way that you were scratching at the loose threads of the faded colored duvet.

"hey" he called out softly, nearing your spot on the bed where he then took a seat on the edge, softly placing a hand on your shoulder. "you okay?" he asked, trying to gauge your emotions. that quickly cleared up however when he heard a sniffle come from you, followed by a small hiccup. you were crying.

mike leaned over to look at your face and was met with wet eyes and puffy chapped lips. his eyebrows furrowed, "hey hey hey" he said softly, moving you so you were now laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to will the tears away. you hated crying, and you knew mike hated to see you cry. "what's wrong? what happened?"

you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, clearly trying to control yourself. "just...had a bad day." you sighed.

"well, talk to me about it." mike wasn't always the best at dealing with emotions, but he was good at comforting you and abby, always wanting you to open up to him, even if he had trouble doing the same sometimes.

you took in another deep breath and nodded, preparing yourself to tell mike about the worst day you'd had in a while.

"i fell off the front steps after you and abby left this morning. but it was okay" you started, "i laughed, realized i scraped by knees and had to change my pants but that was okay." mike nodded along and listened, rubbing your side as you spoke. "but then i got a flat tire on my way to work." you continued, sighing as you felt the emotions building up again. "that was fine, it took me a while to get it fixed but i mananged and that was taken care of with no problems. but i was late, and usually my boss would let that kind of thing slide, but we had some hire ups there to oversee us and when one of them called me out for not being "better prepared", instead of changing the subject or at the very least, defending me after everything i've done for him, he agreed! then she basically told him that i should either be fired or have my paycheck cut." you finished with a huff and let the fresh tears that had built up in your eyes fall down your face.

mike felt a pang of hurt in his chest as he heard you recount the unfortunate events of your day. you didn't deserve to go through all of that. "why didn't you call me?" he asked, brushing the tears away from your face and attempting to flatten the hairs that had become out of place.

your hands came up to cover your face as you let out a sob. "i forgot to charge my phone!" you cried, earning a soft aww honey from mike as he kissed your temple, allowing for you to let your feelings out. after a minute of you gasping for air through your cries and furiously wiping away tears that just kept coming, you started to relax. you sighed and turned your head to your partner.

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this, how was your day?" you asked, still sniffling. mike shook his head and scoffed a laugh, even in the middle of a breakdown, you still want to talk about him.

"no don't worry about me, it was fine." he said, "how can i help you?"

you shrugged, looking down and beginning to play with mikes fingers where his hand now rested on your stomach.

"come on" he insisted, "you always help me when i'm having a bad way and i want to help you now. do you want a snack? do you want to watch a movie, or go for a drive? anything you want, i'll do it for you."

you let out a small laugh at mike's dedication, causing him to squeeze your side. "i'm serious!"

you looked back up and into his eyes, cracking a small smile. "maybe a movie." you said quietly.

"okay, i can do that." mike spoke, starting to get up from his seat on the bed until he was stopped by your hand on his arm.

"but first can you just hold me for a bit. please?" mike looked down at you with a kind of softness that he ever only reserved for you.

"yeah, i can do that too."

the end ☆

[dandelions-143]

Do It For Me

Final Part

Parts 1 - 3 here : Chans Masterlist

All other members : Masterlist

Pairing: possessive bad boy, non idol Chan x Bratty fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Explicit sexual content, Strong language, Themes of possessiveness and control in relationships, Public sex

Word count: 2,396

A/N: This will be the last installment in Chans story. I wasn’t going to write another one but I felt like I needed a pretty happy entering without making it super fluffy because you all know that’s not my style. Currently working on a playlist for this series so stay tuned! Also if you have already read this just ignore!! Adding all saved tags to all of my works. If you wish to no longer be tagged just let me know.

You sank into Chan's plush leather sofa, your hands resting on your thighs and your bare feet crossed at the ankle. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you gazed across the room. Chan sat just a few feet away, his dark eyes fixed on you like a predator eyeing its prey.

It had been a couple of days since Chan had whisked you away from the bar to his family home. Initially, you resisted his every move. You ignored or scoffed at his gentle touches and sweet gestures of affection. The only thing you welcomed was the rough sex.

Gradually, however, you began to warm up to his tender side—a side that seemingly only you got to witness. You stopped flinching when he pulled you close for an embrace. You started reciprocating his quick, spontaneous kisses.

You no longer mocked his affectionate gestures when he offered to cook for you, give you a foot rub, or simply lay with you to read or watch a movie. Slowly, you began to anticipate these moments, and before you realized it, you were opening up to him in ways you'd never done with anyone before.

"Come on, it's just a date. We've been hooking up on and off for years. Let me take you out," Chan said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he looked at you. You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, even as the prospect of a proper date with Chan made your pulse quicken. You didn't usually like feeling this way—you'd convinced yourself you weren't built for romance or relationships—but Chan was steadily dismantling the walls you'd built.

After much hesitation, you finally answered, "Fine, I'll go on one date with you, but you have to let me go back to Hyunjin's place to get ready properly. I'm tired of being cooped up in this mansion. I'm not your prisoner, Chan." His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching slightly. You could see the internal struggle playing out across his features. Finally, he exhaled deeply, his shoulders relaxing. "Alright," he conceded, "but I'm picking you up at 8, and if you're not ready or you try to slip away... I'll find you, and you won't leave my sight ever again."

Chan's possessiveness was overwhelming at this point, and it pained you to lack your own independence. Yet, you had no intentions of leaving him—you just didn't want him to know that. You nodded simply and stood up. "I should probably get going then. I need time to get ready." Chan licked his full lips and rose as well. "I'll have a car take you over."

Two hours later, you were gazing into Hyunjin's bathroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. Your deep blue dress hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating your figure in all the right places. The neckline plunged just low enough to be alluring without being too revealing. You applied a final swipe of deep red lipstick, the color complementing the dress beautifully. As you stepped back to admire your reflection, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness for your date with Chan.

As soon as those feelings began to rise, you shook your head, pushing them away. "What the fuck... get ahold of yourself, Y/n." Just as you were walking out of Hyunjin's bedroom, his front door opened and in stepped a very tired-looking Hyunjin. "Wow, you actually do come home," you said as his eyes met yours. A soft smile spread over his lips. "I'm only here to grab some things. I'm going back to my other place."

You walked over to him, knowing how sad and lonely your best friend had been feeling since his breakup with his ex. Even though you agreed he had been a very bad boyfriend, you couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. He was close to your heart, and you didn't like seeing him suffer. You embraced him in a gentle hug. "Are you okay?" you asked as you squeezed him a little, then pulled back to peer up at him.

Hyunjin gave you a weak smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "I'm... managing," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You could feel the weight of his emotions in those two simple words. Before you could respond, the sound of a car horn outside caught your attention, reminding you of your impending date with Chan.

You nodded, "You know I'm still your best friend and I'm here for you. Even if you just want to complain, I'll listen." Hyunjin was the only one who got to see your softer side. "Yeah, I know, Y/n." Hyunjin glanced out of his big bay windows, seeing Chan emerge from his car and begin walking up the sidewalk. "Are you and Chan finally expressing your love for one another?" he asked, surprised as he finally took in your dressed-up appearance.

You sighed heavily and shrugged, "I'm just indulging him." Hyunjin laughed softly and shook his head at you. "You know... we all see it. You love the guy, and it's clear he's obsessed and in love with you. He has been for years." You started to turn away to grab your small handbag. "Hyunjin..." you began, not wanting to hear this.

"Y/n, take it from me, who took advantage of someone that loved me unconditionally... you don't want to give that up." He looked down, trying to hold back the tears stinging his eyes. "Once you damage that and they give up on you... there's no going back. Nothing's ever the same." There was a soft knock on the door. "Let the guy love you... you deserve that."

You swallowed hard, letting his words sink in as you turned to face the door. Your heart raced, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through you. Hyunjin's words echoed in your mind, challenging your carefully constructed walls. As you reached for the doorknob, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the evening ahead.

When you swung open the door, Chan stood there in all black. His suit fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. His dark hair was styled neatly, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation as they took in your appearance. A soft smile played on his lips as he extended his hand towards you, his voice low and warm as he said, "You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. Are you ready?" His question seemed to hold more than just the simple meaning.

You took a glance back at Hyunjin, who nodded encouragingly at you. You gave him a soft smile and turned back to Chan. "Yeah, I think I am." You took his hand and walked out of the apartment with him. As you stepped out into the cool evening air, Chan's hand warm in yours, you felt a flutter of nervousness in your chest. The city lights twinkled around you, casting a soft glow on the sidewalk. Chan led you towards his car, a sleek black vehicle that matched his attire perfectly, and you couldn't help but wonder what the night had in store for you both.

The restaurant Chan chose was an elegant Korean establishment with a modern twist. Soft lighting and minimalist decor created an intimate atmosphere, perfect for your first official date. As you and Chan were led to your table, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbled up inside you. The aroma of sizzling bulgogi and freshly steamed rice filled the air, making your mouth water.

You couldn't help but notice the place was completely empty, save for the staff. As you settled into your seat, you glanced at Chan, looking more than handsome in the dim lighting. "What did you do? Rent out the place?" you joked. Chan's lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe I did," he replied, his voice low and playful. A flutter in your chest surprised you at the thought of him going to such lengths for your date. You realized this evening might be more special than you'd initially anticipated.

The waiter arrived with Korean wine and asked if you were ready for your first course. You raised an eyebrow at Chan. "So you've had this all planned out?" Chan simply nodded to the waiter, who disappeared to fetch your meals, leaving your question unanswered.

As you sipped your wine, curiosity and appreciation for Chan's efforts washed over you. The intimate setting and carefully planned menu spoke of a thoughtfulness you weren't quite used to. You found yourself softening, your usual defenses lowering as you gazed at Chan across the table. His dark eyes met yours, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine what it might be like to truly let him in.

Chan leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his dark eyes intense. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and earnest. "Y/n, I know you've been guarding your heart for so long. But I want you to know that I'm here, ready to love you completely. I've been waiting for years, hoping you'd let me in. I'm not asking for everything all at once, but I want you to give us a real chance. Let me show you how much you mean to me, how much I care." You leaned forward, parting your lips to speak, but Chan cut you off, "And please don't turn this into me acting like a pussy because I'm weak for loving you."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his words, feeling a mix of amusement and warmth spread through your chest. Chan's vulnerability, his willingness to lay his heart bare before you, was both touching and terrifying. You found yourself at a crossroads, torn between the safety of your carefully constructed walls and the allure of the love Chan was offering. As you gazed into his eyes, you realized that maybe, just maybe, it was time to take a leap of faith.

When you didn't say anything right away, Chan continued, his face hardening slightly as the possessive man you knew pushed through. "And regardless of whether you want to be here or be with me... you're still mine. You always have been. You can't escape me. I don't need you to love me, but... I do need you with me."

A mix of emotions washed over you at Chan's words—a blend of frustration at his possessiveness, but also a strange comfort in his unwavering devotion. You took a deep breath, trying to sort through the conflicting feelings. Part of you wanted to push back against his claim, assert your independence, but another part recognized the truth in his words—there was an undeniable connection between you two that had persisted for years.

You leaned back in your chair as the food arrived. Waiting for the waiter to leave, you began eating before answering Chan. You couldn't help but test his patience. While you enjoyed riling him up, you were also growing fond of his sweet, vulnerable side. "Y/n..." he said under his breath, a warning for you to respond.

You took another bite, savoring the flavors as you considered your words. Finally, you met Chan's intense gaze, your voice soft but firm. "Chan, I can't deny our connection. But love... it's complicated. I'm not promising anything, but I'm here, aren't I? Let's see where this goes."

Your nonchalant response caused Chan's steely glare to falter. He seemed taken aback, having endured years of your rejection. Your words made him question if he'd been wasting his time waiting for and chasing you. Chan's expression softened, a mix of surprise and hope flickering across his features. He reached across the table, his fingers gently brushing yours. "That's all I'm asking for, Y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "A chance to show you what we could be."

As the evening progressed, you found yourself relaxing more, genuinely enjoying Chan's company. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by shared laughter and lingering glances. For the first time in years, you allowed yourself to imagine a future where you weren't constantly pushing Chan away. As dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate creation that made your eyes light up—you realized that maybe, just maybe, giving Chan a chance wouldn't be so bad after all.

As the night wore on, you noticed a heat in Chan's eyes as he watched you eat your dessert. "What are you thinking about?" you asked when you caught him staring at your lips as they moved around the spoon. A sly smirk painted his plump lips. "I'm imagining how that red lipstick would look smeared around my cock."

You felt a sudden heat rise to your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your body. Chan's boldness never failed to catch you off guard, even after all this time. You leaned forward, your voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Maybe you'll get to find out later."

Chan shook his head. "There's no later... I want to see it now." Your eyes glanced around the room and then over to the now-quiet kitchen. "You mean here? Where people can see?" Chan's eyes darkened with desire, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "That's exactly what I mean," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "The thrill of getting caught only adds to the excitement, don't you think?"

You licked the remaining chocolate from your lips as Chan motioned for you to come closer. "Come here... I want you on your knees." Even though Chan had been confessing his love, the man knew what he wanted and always took it. You were his, and you would do as you were told... for the most part.

A thrill of excitement coursed through you at Chan's commanding tone. Without hesitation, you rose from your seat, the silk of your dress rustling softly as you moved around the table. Your heart raced as you approached Chan, fully aware of the risk of being caught but unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. As you sank to your knees before him, your eyes locked with his, silently acknowledging the power he held over you in that moment.

You could feel wetness nearly pooling in your panties as his warm hand caressed your cheek and slid over your jaw. His thumb swiped gently across your lips, smearing your deep red lipstick slightly. "So fucking beautiful," he breathed. Chan's eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at you, his fingers trailing along your jawline. You shivered under his touch, anticipation building within you. Without a word, his hands moved to his belt, the soft clink of metal echoing in the quiet restaurant.

You had watched Chan do this many times, but after allowing him to tear down the walls you'd had up for years, it was as if you were seeing him with new eyes. The heat in the pit of your stomach intensified as you watched him slowly unzip his pants. Anticipation built with each passing second, your breath catching in your throat as you waited for him to reveal himself. You marveled at how different this felt—the same act, but with a new depth of emotion behind it.

Chan spread his thighs wider, the visible bulge in his pants drawing your gaze. You moved closer, your hands sliding up his muscular thighs. "Pull it out," he mumbled. You hesitated, hearing slight movement in the kitchen. "Eyes on me. I'm the only one here with you." He lifted your chin with a finger planted beneath your jaw.

Your eyes rose to meet his glare, filled not only with desire but with a softness you could only discern as love.

Your heart raced as you reached forward, your fingers gently brushing against the fabric of his pants before carefully freeing his hardened length. The sight of him, fully aroused and waiting for you, sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You licked your lips unconsciously, your gaze flickering between his intense eyes and his throbbing cock, ready to pleasure him in this thrilling, semi-public setting.

With a soft exhale, you leaned forward, your lips parting as you took him into your mouth. The taste of him, familiar yet somehow new, filled your senses as you began to move. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the feeling of him against your tongue, before opening again to meet his intense gaze.

Chan's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you worked your mouth along his length. The low groan that escaped his lips sent a shiver down your spine, encouraging you to take him deeper. You could feel his thighs tensing beneath your hands, a clear sign of his growing pleasure.

As you continued your ministrations, you could feel Chan's control slipping. His grip on your hair tightened, his hips beginning to buck slightly against your mouth. The thrill of pleasuring him in such a public place only added to your own arousal, your core aching with need. You redoubled your efforts, determined to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.

Chan's breathing grew ragged, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully. Just as you felt his cock tightening and twitching between your parted lips, he pulled you up. His chest heaved as he glanced down at his cock, covered in your saliva. Your lipstick smeared all around the base of his shaft.

"Not yet," he said gruffly as he stood, bringing you to your feet with him. "I want to feel you wrapped so tight around me."

Chan's hands roamed your body, his touch igniting a fire within you. He spun you around, pressing you against the table as his lips found your neck. You gasped, feeling the hard length of him against your backside, your body trembling with anticipation. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened your arousal, making you ache for more.

His hands lifted the hem of your dress, exposing your panty-clad ass. He yanked them down, letting them fall to your ankles. Chan gripped your ass in his hands. "You drive me insane," he growled.

You moaned softly as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your behind, your body responding eagerly to his touch. The cool air of the restaurant against your exposed skin sent a shiver down your spine, heightening your arousal. Chan's breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "I've waited so long for this moment, to have you fully surrender to me."

And you were fully surrendering. In that moment, he could have all of you—your body, your mind, your heart. You realized how much you wanted this, wanted him, wanted his love. Chan spun you around, pulling you over to push you against the wall.

His strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as his lips crashed onto yours in a passionate kiss. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire for you evident in every touch. As he pressed you against the wall, his hips grinding against yours, you knew that this moment would change everything between you and Chan forever.

Chan's hands roamed your body, his touch both possessive and tender. You arched into him, your body responding to his every caress. As his lips found yours again, you surrendered completely to the passion between you. "Please... fuck me, Chan," you could barely speak as you tugged at his shirt, pulling it up to slide your hands against his heated skin, feeling the muscles in his back move beneath his smooth skin.

Chan's eyes locked with yours, dark with desire and something deeper—a vulnerability you'd never seen before. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your core, the thin fabric of your dress the only barrier between you. "I'm going to make you mine," he growled, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

With a swift motion, Chan aligned himself with your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his length. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside, stretching and filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that made you cry out softly. Chan stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, "You feel so perfect, so tight around me."

As he began to move, you clung to him, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The risk of being caught only heightened your pleasure, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your nails digging into Chan's back as he drove deeper, his pace increasing with each passing moment.

The combination of pleasure and the thrill of potentially being caught was intoxicating. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the heat between you building to an unbearable intensity. You could feel yourself approaching the edge, your muscles tensing as Chan's thrusts became more urgent, driving you both towards an explosive climax.

As the tension built to a fever pitch, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Chan's movements became more frantic, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you with renewed vigor. The world around you faded away, leaving only the sensation of your bodies intertwined and the impending release that threatened to consume you both.

Just as you were about to cum, you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his head up away from your neck. You wanted to watch him cum inside you, to see just how good you made him feel. Chan's eyes locked with yours, his pupils dilated with desire as he neared his climax. You watched in awe as his face contorted with pleasure, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. The intensity of his gaze, filled with raw passion and vulnerability, pushed you over the edge, and you felt your own orgasm crash over you in waves of ecstasy.

Chan held you close as you both came down from your shared high, your bodies still trembling with aftershocks. As your breathing steadied, he gently lowered you to your feet, his hands caressing your sides tenderly. You looked up at him, seeing a mix of satisfaction and adoration in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

"You don't have to say it back, but I love you." His Australian accent was even thicker as he came down from his high. You felt your heart racing, the words echoing in your mind. The intensity of the moment, the vulnerability in Chan's eyes, and the raw emotion in his voice overwhelmed you. Before you could second-guess yourself, you heard your own voice, barely above a whisper, "I love you too, Chan." The words felt right, natural, as if they had been waiting to be spoken all along.

Just as Chan's mouth fell open slightly at the words you had always refused to say to anyone, a crash of dishes came from behind him. You both looked over to see the waiter standing there with wide eyes and a mess of broken dishes on the floor.

Chan's face flushed a deep red, a mix of embarrassment and lingering desire evident in his expression. You couldn't help but stifle a giggle, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. With a sheepish grin, Chan quickly adjusted his clothing and turned to address the stunned waiter, his voice a mix of authority and amusement as he said, "I believe we're ready for the check now."

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[amiserableseriesofevents]

I just saw this GIF of Austin and my mind immediately went to this pic of Callum, and inspiration was just around the corner like that so here's a little Drabble set in the Such Stuff universe, a few years in the future ♡

John slumps in the armchair with an annoyed sigh, checking the clock on the screen of his laptop for the umpteenth time; Buck is late, and it's getting more and more frustrating with every passing minute. They had agreed for eight o'clock where John is, seven for Gale; it's now closer to eight thirty, John is hungry, but he can't possibly leave the laptop unattended to fix himself dinner because Buck could call any minute now.

He's beginning to understand how Buck feels when he's the one away from home, jumping from one city to the other while on tour. And for the same reason he knows he can't be offended if Buck is late, because he's away for work too – some kind of training course for high school teachers, four days out of state on a full-paid trip. Buck couldn't refuse of course, he was actually pretty thrilled about it, and John told him he could hold the fort for a few days without him.

And he has, without a problem, thank you very much. He's cleaned the house, he's been out with Meatball and his other two parents, he's read his lines, he event went to the gym. But now it's the evening, and John is lonely, and Buck is fucking late to their videocall.

John almost whoops out loud when the screen finally comes to life and he sees Buck's little icon pulsating at the center – a pic of Saturn, his favorite planet.

“You're here!” John says the moment the call goes through, unable to bite back a smile.

Gale appears on the screen, a little blurry at first and then in his full splendor with a blue shirt that compliments his eyes, behind him what little John can see of the room they've put him in – a canopied bed, a cream colored wall and a few paintings. Buck looks tired, but happy. “Sorry I was so late, the last speaker really couldn't stop talking,” he says with a smile stretching to the side. “You miss me?”

“I'm coping,” John blatantly lies, and by the way Buck's smile widens he knows he doesn't believe him. “Why all the stretching? Are you ok?”

“Just stiff, been sitting on my ass all day. I could use one of your massages,” Buck tells him with a knowing smirk.

Oh, so this is how we're doing it? Ok.

John grins right back at him. “Don't worry Buck, I'll take care of ya when you come back. I'll take care of ya real good,” he tells him, lowering his voice a little in the way he knows Buck likes.

“Oh yeah? I'm probably gonna need it, I'm so stiff... so sore...” Buck trails off with the fakest sigh John has ever heard. “What do you think I'd need to feel better?”

John leans forward, arms crossed on the table, a fond smile on his lips. “I'll tell you all about it in a bit, Professor Cleven,” he says, relishing in the way Buck's breath hitches at those words even through the screen. “But first, I wanna know everything about the evolution of algebra. Tell me, how is she?”

[thursdayinspace]

Let it Fly

fic: light as clouds

the last of the fic prompts! I have to admit, I got a bit creative with this one. And I wanted to hold it back, because as it turns out, this fits perfectly into a long fic I'm writing, so let's just call this "WIP Wednesday" or a fic teaser or "Thursday feels bad about holding back a prompt fill." I will not put it on AO3 yet because there will be a lot more. The fic that this will be a part of currently has the working title "one word, nine letters" and is a post-cancer fic in which they are in an established relationship. this is part of one chapter probably close to the beginning.

tagging @today-in-fic

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“Just follow me,” she says, and takes his hand.

“Where are we going?” She’s leading him down a winding path at sunset on a cold late evening and as much as he trusts her, he wants to know that she has a reason.

“To the beach,” she says simply. “You’ll see.”

She has been working hard on getting better, on regaining her strength, but he still worries: that she’s pushing herself too hard, that it’s too much for her, that her eyes will look tired again and her legs won’t be able to carry her. He knows she doesn’t want to hear that. She just wants to forget.

Forgetting is the one thing he can’t do.

The light is sunset-soft under a wide expanse of gray-blue sky. It’s beautiful out here, quiet except for the rushing of the waves and the heavy wind, the crisp sea air erasing lingering traces of hospital smell and despair from their minds. A long weekend away was a good idea, he thinks – they both need to stay still for a while, remember how to breathe.

There is a smile on her face as she sighs deeply and looks off into the distance. He looks at her. There is color in her cheeks again, and not just from the cold.

“So, what are we doing here?” he asks. Because somehow he doesn’t think they just came down here for the view.

“Melissa and I used to do this thing,” she says, her eyes still fixed on the horizon. “When things were difficult, when her boyfriend dumped her, or when I was freaking out about telling our parents about joining the FBI. It was her idea. I don’t even know when it started.” Her smile is wistful, her eyes sad, and he loves her so much he can’t stand it sometimes. “We’d climb up onto the roof, or find a hill, or go to the beach, depending on where we were at the time. We took leaves, or feathers, or whatever we had, told them our deepest worries, and let the wind blow them away.”

“That sounds nice,” he says. “Did it work?”

“It was a nice ritual,” she answers. “It eased the pain for the moment.”

“Is that why you wanted to go out this late? Because you need to let go of something?”

Her eyes are so serious as they meet his. “No, Mulder,” she says. “We’re here because you do.”

He swallows. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” Her hand squeezes his fingers, her gaze holding his. “You’ve been so sad lately. And -” She shrugs. “I know it’s childish. But I thought maybe – you know. At least acknowledging it – whatever it is – maybe it would help.”

There is one thing, he thinks. Among many. One thing sitting on his chest heavier than all the water in the sea, and it would take a hurricane to wash him onto shore along with the driftwood. But she wants to share something with him and they came so close to losing it all. He’ll take anything she offers. He’s so happy to still have the chance. “What do I have to do?”

She lets go of his hand to pull a feather from her pocket, a single white feather. “I found this earlier. That’s what gave me the idea.”

He takes it and examines it carefully. Such a tiny thing. It will never be able to hold the weight of the ocean. But she’s asking him to believe that it can. “Do I have to say it out loud?”

“No,” she says. “Just think it. Really hard. And then let it go.”

For a short moment, he makes himself believe that it will work. That he can go back to before, to a time where he didn’t know what it feels like to watch the love of your life dying right before your eyes. “Okay,” he says, closes his fist around the tiny feather and squeezes his eyes shut. It hurts. It will always hurt. But it’s the pain of a memory. They will make new memories now.

He opens his eyes, then opens his fist, holds out his hand into the wind. Watches as the feather is caught by a gust, upwards and away, floating on invisible currents.

Next to him, Scully is solid and real, alive, looking at him like she loves him. “What did you tell it?” she asks, and then adds, “You don’t have to tell me.”

He can’t say it. Not right now. He gave the words to the wind, to the sky, to the open air under rugged clouds that are starting to turn red with the beginning of sunset. Maybe they can come down here tomorrow morning, to watch the sun climb its way back up over the edge of the world. Now that they no longer have to worry about every sunrise being her last.

So he doesn’t speak, instead lifts a hand and gently touches his fingers to the back of her neck, to where he can feel the raised skin of her scar, the evidence of the small miracle that let her survive, that gave her back to him.

“Mulder,” she whispers, and he lets the sound of his name from her lips wash over him; no one else has ever said his name like this. He doesn’t want to hear it this way from anyone else.

He brushes her hair away from her face and answers her smile with one of his own, and as he leans down for a kiss, her breath is warm, so warm against his lips.

[tsukimefuku]

Where does your mind drift?

After you and Nanami get stranded trying to get back to Tokyo, you both end up having a chat about your feelings.

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, light Nanami x reader, implied Higuruma x reader, so much fluff with a little angst.

WC: 1.3K

I was watching PWB's "Crashing" and thought about adapting that dialogue bit for these two fools, that are so obviously in love. This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: they’re NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

"There is no signal!" Ijichi said, exasperated, holding his phone above his head. You and Nanami sighed, for now you three were completely stranded in the middle of the mountains on your way back to Tokyo. The car made one, two, three, four weird noises, and then it simply stopped, none of you having any idea — or energy, for that matter — to fix whatever the hell was going on under the hood. The day was tiring and gnarly, even if you were happy to accompany Nanami on one mission after so much time. Higuruma was finally starting to take a few missions on his own, and you were back to being by yourself, yet again.

You and Nanami had already pushed the car to the side of the road, and the night was incredibly clear, with the sky covered in stars and moonlight. There was a souvenir you bought — somewhat to Nanami's dismay — that would come in handy soon. Earlier that day, after the mission was finished, you both took a walk while waiting for Ijichi, and you bought a bottle of local mirin. The walk was colored by the typical banter you and Nanami had carved for yourselves over the course of the last year. This day, particularly, Nanami seemed fonder than usual, smiling more often, and actually holding out on some of his harsh matter-of-factly remarks. No complaints, though. You definitely appreciated it. 

"Ijichi, why don't you try walking to the next turn and see if you have any cell reception there?" You said, picking a bottle from a paper bag that was in the backseat.

"I'll try, but I don't have much hope." He responded, as you could see him walking further away. Eventually there were only footsteps. You leaned over on the car and popped the bottle open.

"Are you going to drink it right now?" Nanami asked, also leaning against the car, by your side, taking off his glasses. He put them in his pocket and looked at the sky, and you could see his chiseled face illuminated by the moon. It was a sight, for sure.

"Oh, I'm finished working, and so are you, Nanami," you answered, "so now this is Ijichi's work, and I'm going to relax while we wait. Do you want some, though?" After a big gulp, you extended your arm towards him, holding the bottle of mirin.

Resigned, Nanami grabbed the bottle and sipped on it, slightly scrunching his face at the taste. "Too sweet." He gave you back the bottle, as you had already pulled your phone out and saw the texts you received from Higuruma before cell reception had died. Ever since he started taking a few missions by himself, you missed having him by your side on a daily basis, so you two were texting each other every day.

Higuruma had sent you a picture holding the sunflower you gave him, with the caption I promise I'm taking good care of it. You giggled slightly, biting your lower lip, and Nanami noticed it, discreetly lifting one eyebrow.

"Is that where you're headed after we get to Tokyo?" He asked. His voice sounded a little more judgmental than usual, something you didn't entirely understand, since Nanami and Higuruma were finally getting on good terms with each other.

"No!" You answered, slightly blushing. You took another gulp of mirin and looked down smiling, and embarrassed, since you felt like you had practically been caught red-handed crushing on another man by him. "I mean, I don't know. Don't judge me."

"Unfortunately, I can't promise you that."

You both had been making the banter dance for a while now — a long while — and you both kind of knew already what was probably going on between the two of you. So, you decided to tiptoe around the boundaries of the unsaid, just this once.

"I mean, he's cute" you said, looking straight at Nanami right after, to see what would be his reaction.

"Is that so?" He answered nonchalantly, grabbing the bottle and taking a good second to finally drink from it. You felt this wasn't the most effective probing method, so decided to change your approach.

"Oh, everybody's mind drifts off, sometimes." Chuckling softly, you took the bottle back. "Where does your mind drift?"

You were both staring up to the stars, but for a moment, you felt his eyes on you. As you looked at him, he closed his eyes, lowered his face slightly, and began speaking.

"Are you actually asking me about that? I figured you'd know the answer to that question by now." He clearly had caught up to what you were doing, but this time, you weren't embarrassed. You were, in fact, relieved to be finally talking — even if indirectly — about it. Your heart started to pick up the pace as you got ready to answer.

"Well, I think I do. But, you know-" You said, gazing over at him. "I thought you'd know about it by now, too. Where my mind drifts."

"For the matter of fact, and not to sound arrogant, but I believe I do, too." Nanami replied, gazing back at you. His next question caught you by surprise, though. "Do you ever think about it?"

You stuttered slightly for a moment before answering. "Well, I mean, yeah. More times than not." You admitted. "Do you?"

"Yes." He replied, right off the bat.

Both stood silent for a while, still looking at each other, as you started to speak.

"It would be a bad idea, wouldn't it?" You asked, a little defeated.

Nanami sighed. "Yes, it would be ill-advised." The life of jujutsu sorcerers, where you could die at any moment in time, leaving someone broken and heart broken behind, was usually a lonely one. Both of you knew that very well, haunted by your own losses and ghosts from the past.

You sighed back, and extended your hand in his direction for a handshake. "Partners in crime?"

He pondered for a second, then took your hand and shook it. "Colleagues in arms."

You sighed, yet again, this time breaking eye contact for a moment before looking back at him. "You never give me an inch, do you?"

He held your hand, gaze locked into yours, and you didn't look away. Almost like a dare. You both stayed like that, looking deeply in each other's eyes as Nanami held your hand in a makeshift handshake, rubbing this thumb gently on the back of your hand, and you felt maybe he was giving away some inches without noticing. You were, too.

Unashamed and unembarrassed, you both felt seen. If only that were enough.

He pulled you closer and gently approached his nose to your hair, giving it a sniff. You didn't know, but he adored how your hair always smelled like flowers. He thought this phenomenon seemed supernatural.

Bodies close, you put your hand that was holding the bottle softly over his arm, and he didn't move away, actually holding the back of your arm instead, pulling you even closer, having your face nearly touching the warmth of his neck. This was inebriating, and you could almost feel your head starting to spin, for you, too, loved the woody and warm scent he naturally seemed to have on him all the time. Your hands had not separated since the "handshake", and he squeezed at it, humming softly. 

"Nanami, I-" you stuttered, "is this such a bad idea, though?"

He slid his hand above your arm, your elbow, your shoulder, your neck, gently making his way to hold the back of your head, leaving a trail of heat wherever his touch traveled. Nanami slightly parted his body from yours, and looked you in the eyes — he seemed calm, and yet, divided.

He kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting go of you, while looking away, somewhat disappointed, and resigned. You were slightly confused until you heard it, the frantic footsteps in your direction.

"I got a hold of Jujutsu High!" Ijichi yelled from the other side, tripping his way over back to you both. "They're sending someone to pick us up!"

Oh.

Well, you were a little disappointed now, too.

[lordstarscreamluvsspikes]

Starscream x Megatron (Lemon(yes again))

So I wrote this a while back, I'm too lazy to go through it and find warnings and all so er, enjoy? I think there's some degrading, ofc there's interface, but overall, I'm not too sure everything that's in there. There might be aftercare. It's midnight (happy New years !!!) And I'm really tired, so no coloured texts or anything, sorry darling's !

Warnings: (stated in above text)

Rating: Mature

Starscream was really trying. He was up all night, trying to fix the data pads that were broken from the day before. He was really trying to get on his master's good side. He finished the last one, heading to his berth-room for the rest of the night.

The next morning, he laid there, staring at the wall. He groaned as he got up, going to the wash room to clean off his faceplates. He looked up, a small dent on his cheek. He remembered when his master called him pathetic and grabbed his neck... The way his servos wrapped so beautifully around his neck, taking his vents away. Such beauty filled sensations. Oh Primus, what was he thinking? He dried his face and made his way out of his room.

He grabbed a cube, eating it on the way. He got to his station, and began typing away as soon as he got there. "Starscream." The booming voice made the seeker jump, "Sir!" he yelped out, saluted him and standing straight with his wings up. The warlord chuckled. "At ease." Starscream relaxed his frame some. He still felt so uneasy around him... When Megatron raised his servo, Starscream was quick to flinch, covering his faceplates. "I-I apologize sir-!" He awaited a strike, that simply never came.

"What are you afraid of?" Starscream lowered his servos. Megatron cupped Starscreams face with a devilish smirk. "Look at you, so pathetic... You are just as good as a play thing. No use to me." Starscreams frame heated. He felt his face flush blue, [It is blue because their blood is a bluish color, an hour cheeks blush red because our blood is red.] causing the warlord to raise an optic Ridge. "Oh? Do you enjoy when I degrade you?" He purred out deep and low from his engines. The seekers wings shot up, his optics wide, "Wha- I- N-no sir! That would be absolutely disgusting!" He practically choked over his own words. He was afraid and embarrassed. He hated whenever Megatron would embarrass him in front of everyone... Beating him was one thing, but embarrassing him in front of everyone to ruin him and his reputation was just too far. "Look at you, your pathetic frame withering, cowering," he threw Starscream to the wall, "Begging to be touched..." Starscream closed his optics. While doing so, he imagined the dirty things... This was purely torture.

"My liege... Please... Have mercy..." He spoke softly. Megatron picked him up, slamming him to the nearest wall and taking a forceful kiss. Starscream let out a startled grunt, but quickly fell under submission of his master. He made a soft moan, indicating he was enjoying the kiss. Megatron pulled away, "So fucking pathetic... You are such a needy slut." He let a servo reach down to forcefully palm Starscreams plate. It didn't take much for his plate to pop off, his spike painfully erect and his valve dripping with need. What he needed, well, who, he needed, was currently forcing him against the wall.

"Ha, look at this prize..." The warlord purred into Starscreams audio receptor, making the smaller mech groan softly and buck his hips into the soft touches that Megatron was making. "Mega..tron..." He whimpered out. The warlord gripped his neck hard, earning a pleasant groan from his seeker. "Please... Please touch me... Use me... Do whatever..." He said weakly. Megatron took that invitation to lift the Seekers stabilizers up and on to Megatron shoulders, and without warning, began to aggressively eat Starscream out. Stsracream's wings shot up, making the small seeker whine out loudly, arching his back strut and grasping at his leaders helm for support. He wrapped his stabilizers around his master's helm, receiving a growl from Megatron. He dipped his glossa in and out of Starscreams port, making the smaller mech wither and tremble in pleasure. He rocked his hips, his overload close. There were no breaks for venting or just a break. Megatron would not stop until he got what he wanted. He kept moving the seekers hips up and down, licking and sucking, getting any and every taste possible.

Once he overloaded, it filled the warlords intake and made Starscream scream out to Primus above. He gasped, frame twitching. Once settled down, Megatron pushed him over the turned off Data table. "You don't mind another round, do ya?" Megatron said as he spike ground against Starscreams still open valve.

Starscream gripped the end of the object he was bent over, pushing his aft up for him. He ground it along, slowly and sensually. "Please, master.." The seeker begged. Megatron's spike twitched. "I love when they call me that. Keep it up." He said before he slammed his length in, groaning as he bottomed out and filled the seeker. The stretch was overwhelmingly painful, but it added into the pleasure filled experience. His stabilizers started to shake some. "Move... Please." With consent to move, he wasted no time before pulling out and slamming in deep.

Starscream cried out so loud, he was sure everyone knew what the two were doing. But did he care? Hell no. Why would he. He needed this. His wings flared, and he just allowed himself to be plowed into like shareware. The only words he could somewhat say, was ‘Megatron’, and ‘master’. Megatron slapped his aft, growling and grunting. „Yeah... Just like that slut. Keep up the noise. I want everyone to know just who you belong to.” His smirk never faded. He knew he had the seeker in a grip, and he wouldn't let go. He said it was just sexual, but was it really? He didn't think so. It felt more to him. But he lied to himself. Just sex...

When the seeker came near, he cried out, trying to warn Megatron. He understood, leaning to his ear and whispering, „Be a good boy and overload for me..~”  The seeker did just that. He coated his loads spike, shaking like a leaf. But Megatron wasn't done. Close, but not done. He slammed into him, whispering praises such as ’good boy’ and ‘I'm proud of you’. It meant a lot to Star.

When Megatron was close, he grunted, holding the seeker down as he filled his tanks, some fluids dripping from Star. Star cried out, collapsing as the last bit of his energy disappeared. Megatron looked over him, cupping his cheek and placing a gentle kiss between his optics. The seeker purred softly. They would shower tomorrow. He too was too tired... So, he pulled out, cleaning up just some, and laying with his seeker. He kissed his helm, sighing. „Goodnight my star.”

[aayakashii]

tastes like mint – ch.2

Pairing: Ishibashi Tohma x MC

Warnings: suggestive content and angst

Chapter 1 can be read here

“Don’t move. Put your hands up slowly without turning around.”

Tohma couldn't keep the smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth while he observed the “stranger” in front of him raise their arms carefully.

He already knew very well who that was. He had, much to his own dismay, memorized every detail of their curves and now could pinpoint them even if they were in a distant crowd.

“Very sensible. Now slowly turn this way.”

Tohma licked his lips as he watched you slowly turn towards him, doe eyes widened in surprise, with a twinge of fear that could break his heart if he looked at it for too long.

“I-it's just me, Tohma…” you said, quietly, as if he was an angry monster that shouldn't be messed with. He did feel like one, whenever he teased you (It felt so good, though).

“... Oh? Well, if it isn't the honor student.” he said, faking surprise “My deepest apologies. I'm rather security-conscious, you see.” he said with a slight shrug.

“But I've been here so many times to help you… I thought you already recognized me…” you pouted and Tohma was torn between never wanting to tease you again so you'd feel safe with him, and teasing you relentlessly just to see you puckering your lips like that.

“I have been entrusted with the management of Darkwick's vaults, so I am always on the alert for intruders, you see” he smiled politely, hand going up to fix his monocle. “Please refrain from any suspicious activity, if possible.”

“I… I see… I mean, I know. I'm sorry. I just came to bring you a document that needs to be signed so I can take it to the staffroom” you let out a small, tired sigh.

Poor you. Always being dragged up and down by staff and students alike. If only he could carry all of your burdens and let you fully depend on him. That would probably multiply his work load by a million, but if it meant having you indebted to him, it would all make it worth it. He knows a few ways he could have you pay your due.

“Oh? Is that so. Well, let's go to the vault then, I will brew some tea for us.” he said, quickly leading the way towards the ice cold room where he (slaved away) did his duties.

‘Us’.

Tohma pursed his lips, as if he didn't want the taste of the word leaving his mouth like the smoke from his cigarettes.

It sounded so perfect, like the last piece of a puzzle finally being set in place. He wondered, bitterly, if there is a world in which this ‘Us’ existed and how could he possibly teleport himself there.

Tohma opened the thick doors of the vault and led you to your usual seat.

“Please sit, I will make the tea and we can discuss the document matters soon”

“Okay” you said, voice quiet as you tried not to disturb the constant silence of the room. Your hands quickly moved to embrace yourself in order to fight off the cold. 

Tohma glared at your right hand. 

As long as you wore that ring, though, he knows not even dying and being reborn could lead you to him.

He knew oh so well how Jin had very serious plans for his future, all of which involved you. You were the key to his powers, after all. He had to hold your hand, quite literally, if he wanted the world to bend its knee for him.

And who is Tohma before the grand schemes of the Kamurai Empire?

Tohma tried to focus on the clink clink of porcelain as he carefully picked the herbs and boiled water. His eyes drooped, like wilted flowers, as he organized the tea set. He had grabbed the cups he had recently bought – the pattern and colors reminded him of you, so he kept it tucked away, so no one besides him could use it.

He felt pathetic, pining for you like a sad and doomed protagonist in a romance movie, but he knew that, in his life, he was pretty much given the script of a mere supporting character.

He breathed deeply, shoulders tensing up like he needed to prepare himself to meet your eyes again, much like a fighter getting ready to be punched. When he turned, however, the scene was not what he expected.

Surrounding you, his chess guards clinked and jumped in joy, each piece trying to get closer to your dumbfounded figure that didn't know what to do to appease them.

Tohma's face flushed at how clearly they were reflecting his own thoughts about you. It was preposterous. So he had to hide his own feelings deep inside himself, but his stupid guards couldn't contain their little ice bodies just by having you around them? Well, not on his watch.

With a snap of his fingers, he turned the pieces into icy dust. A tight lipped smile broke into his face.

“My apologies for the inconvenience.” he said, graciously carrying the tray to the table “They were being rather pushy, weren't they?”

You shook your head, laughing.

“They were kinda cute, actually. I don't mind.” you held the teacup, bringing it close to your face so you could feel the warmth of the steam.

“Oh, is that so? Well, I think some anomalies can be rather… unpredictable at times. And that is surely inconvenient.”

You shrugged.

“Guess I'm already kinda used to it.”

Tohma hummed as he fixed his own tea in front of you, his hands properly pouring the liquid without a single spill. Through his peripheral vision, he observed how you took a sip of his tea, letting out a little moan of delight at the taste of the expertly brewed drink.

He briefly closed his eyes, while a shiver ran through his spine at the sound. 

Oh god, how he would love to hear you sound like that again. He could destroy buildings upon buildings over and over again, until he had no power left, until it made him nothing but the husk of a once powerful ghoul, if it meant having you moan softly against his ear every single day of his life. He could exchange all that he has if it meant he could have you at the end.

Tohma breathed deeply. That stupid and depraved dream had thrown him for a loop. It wasn't like him to act like a horny teen and think about sex so constantly, much less act so lovesick for someone who, in all honesty, didn't even deserve that level of obsession.

but oh how he wished he could just fuck your brains out on that table and have you moan for him over and over again

His grip unconsciously tightened and the teapot clinked lightly against the cup.

A drop fell on the white cotton tablecloth.

“Um, Tohma.” you called him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yes?” he croaked, voice a little bit louder than he expected while he grabbed a napkin to hide the stain.

“After you sign the document…” you fidgeted on your seat “There was something I have to ask you. If you have time, that is.”

Tohma raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. Let me take a look at the document now.”

You looked restless during his whole time reading the document. 

It was actually a bit distracting, especially when you leaned over the paper while he signed his name to attest that the document had been fully evaluated.

“So? What did you want to ask?”

Tohma placed the pen on the file and folded his hands, looking at you inquisitively. Doing his utmost best not to let his own uneasiness spread onto his features.

Your head snapped towards him. You looked to the side and quickly opened and closed your mouth, apparently not knowing how to bring up whatever it was that you wanted to tell him.

Tohma braced himself for impact, expecting the absolute worst. Something like you breaking the news of your marriage to Jin, or maybe you saying you fell for someone else, or maybe you revealing that you found a cure for you curse and how you would inevitably forget him, or–

“Um… So... You're always busy, right?”

He blinked slowly, the silly question taking him off guard.

“Yes…? Yes. Most of the time, I am very busy.”

“Um, I see. Well, is there a day in which I could help you tackle most of your work?”

He tilted his head towards you, confused, holding inside the need to say a loud "Huh?" – that was delinquent behavior, and he left his delinquent days in Vagastrom.

“… I believe so? But why? Do you need something?”

“Um, kinda? I just wanted to help you get some free time because I–”

Right when you were going to explain yourself, your phone began to ring. 

“Oh, shit.” you murmured and stood up, quickly packing your things after you saw the caller ID.

“What's wrong?”

“It's the Chancellor.” you frowned, looking at the incoming call that you seemed extremely hesitant to take “I hope nothing happened… The last time I saw him, we didn't have the most pleasant and easy conversation. I'm so sorry Tohma, can we continue our conversation later? I still want to talk to you.”

The smile that slowly spread on Tohma's lips didn't fully reach his eyes, but he nodded politely.

“No problem. You know where to find me.”

“Don't spook me next time, though!” you mouthed as you walked through the vault's door and answered the dreaded phone call.

As he saw your figure walk away from him way too soon, Tohma was hit by a bitter sensation of déja vu.

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"Selfish"

One Shot - RPF

Characters: Ethan Hawke

Posted: Dec 29th

WARNINGS: fluff, absolute fluff, gross fluff, tiku doesn't write this kinda fluff but here you go. Smut is hinted at.

A/N: sometime your friend asks for a story and it happens... really hope this is what you wanted @cevans-is-classic

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved. 

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work** 

“Baby, I'm home!” He called a little chuckle curving his lips. It never ceased to amaze him that such a small inside joke would please him so much, he dropped his keys in the dish and toed his boots off, slipping them in place.

He was exhausted, the day of filming had taken longer than he expected and he had kept up well enough with your texts throughout the day, but he had eventually sent you one that explained he wouldn't respond till much later.

You understood of course and he had grinned at the heart and kiss emojis you sent his way. Along with one that saluted him, another inside joke. “Yessir” it was you being sassy, joking that he was older, he knew it was in fondness and he loved it. You. He loved you.

He sighed heavily as he stepped into the darkened living room, scanning his phone for last minute details about work and leaning a hip against the couch, he nearly jumped out of his skin when you shifted on the couch beside him.

Ethan looked up to realize the TV set was not off, but merely in rest mode. If he touched the remote he just knew there would be a documentary on or some true crime shit. Setting his phone on the stand nearby he leaned down to rest his arms on the backside of the couch, one of your legs was uncovered, bright sock sticking out. He tried not to laugh loudly, softening as he took in your sleeping face. He carefully reached out and ran a single finger down your face, smirking as you scrunched your face. He repeated the motion, a memory of you atop him gasping softly as he ran his finger along the curve of your jaw. ‘Beautiful…’

“Beauty..” He hummed softly, he remembered when you had first met.

He had called you sweetheart and you had corrected him, reminding him of your name. “Why?” He had asked.

“Stop that,” you chided him, “nobody calls me those kinds of names. Certainly not someone like you, I'm just here to help. You'll forget about me eventually.”

“Uuughhh!” You moaned, catching his wrist in your hand while simultaneously kicking the large furry soft blanket off you. “Stop that!” You mumbled sleepily.

Ethan dropped his head to the side, he couldn't help but grin, you had that effect on him. He couldn't not smile when you were nearby, just like he couldn't not look at you, even while others spoke to him bright blue eyes slipped to your form, tracking your moves. “Hey there love.” He watched your face color as you sat up and decided he would never tire of it.

You yawned, the shoulder of your oversized shirt slipping off exposing skin, “hOOoow was your day?” You asked around the yawn, legs stretching as you blinked rapidly and rubbed at your eyes with your free hand, the other still locked around his wrist.

You were selfish, he found. Once he stepped into your space, once he made certain you understood you could touch he couldn't keep your hands off him. Simple little things. Your fingers catching his shirt or sleeve, simply bumping into him from behind, fingers slipping into his pocket. He would pull you in under his arm silently, even if he was speaking to another, you hated when he ruffled your hair but stood patiently while he did so.

He was selfish, maybe.

Maybe he loved you too much.

Moving you into his place, within a couple months of dating, but it turned out you had a knack for fixing homes. His bare walls filled up with interesting pictures– “we don't even have a baby… why is this on our walls?”

“It's a conversation starter?” You had answered, “see? Conversation started…”

He laughed, but his items were never thrown out or moved far from their original spot. Blankets were placed on the couch and extra pillows, he didn't understand until he'd gotten in from a long day and fell asleep on said couch, he had been warmed and the pillows soft, before he would wake to an achy body.

To him, you were magic.

You reached up, fingers scratching along his scruffy jaw, making him hum contentedly. “Did you eat?” You asked, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch, losing contact with his face as you stood.

Ethan wrapped his fingers around your hand, watching as you smiled sleepily and followed his direction around the couch and in front of him. “I did eat, what about you? Hiding under large blankets?” He asked, easily slotting his large frame against yours, he needed it, maybe he had become too accustomed to having you touch him. It didn't matter, he needed you touching him.

“I ate,” you hummed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours softly. You smiled into the kiss, a little dazed at the sudden affection but not complaining.

“Still sleepy?” He asked, breath warm on your lips. You nodded, hands slipping around his slim waist and snuggling closer. “Perfect…” he hummed, walking you towards the bedroom, “I'm going to curl up around you and you cannot deny me.”

“Oh nOoOo! The travesty of it all,” you laughed breathily as you clutched at him to keep your balance.

Ethan didn't turn on a single light, instead patting the soft night light you kept beside the bed.

“It is not a night light!” You protested.

“You use it at night?”

“Well - yes..”

“Is it to brighten the entire room?”

“Tsk, well no–”

“Use it to see just enough?”

You scowled, arms crossing over your chest as you refused to answer.

“It's a night light and I love it, just like I love you,” he had laughed softly, looking back at his book. It took a moment, but he realized he had said it aloud and then sighed softly at the quiet overtaking the space between the two of you. “Baby, it's alright, you don't have to say it back, it's just how I feel” he looked up when he heard a soft noise, panicking when he realized you were in tears, he dumped his book on the floor, the bookmark skidding across clean hardwood floors as he scrambled across the bed to capture your face in his hands, “no, no, what? What is it?!”

“You weren't supposed to say it before me!” You managed. “We just moved in together and everything was so fast… I was going to say it but- but –”

He laughed, magic, you were the magic people talked about in scripts, the magic that made dealing with everything worth it. Magic that made him happy to wake in the morning. “I take it back!” He laughed, swiping at your face, “I take it back” he said softer, pressing a kiss to your lips, “now you say it…”

“I love you,” you said, voice wavering softly as he kissed you, “I love you,” you repeated, more confidently this time, laughing softly against his lips.

“Jus’ a minute,” you whined softly as he directed you to bed, wrapping yourself around him, seeking out his warm body.

“Baby,” he hummed, “I need to change.”

“Okay…” You pouted, untangling yourself and climbing into bed, watching as he undressed and slipped into PJ'S, quickly scooting into him once he was in under the covers. “Ethan..”

He pressed his forehead to yours, thumb gently running along your jaw, “hmm?”

“I'm glad you're home,” you answered softly, eyes closed, already slipping back into the dark realm of dreams as he tangled his legs with yours.

“Me too baby,” he hummed, watching you drift off into sleep.

He was in love.

Too far in it to escape, not that he wanted to. No, he had been wrong, you weren't the selfish one. He was.

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[kumikuzushi]

12 : 51 - chapter one

Assassination Classroom

Gakushu Asano x F Reader !!

Author's Note : One of my favorite characters! But sadly not enough content of him out there TOT so here's my shot eheheh this story will be put into chapters hopefully I will be able to update in a reasonable time but here's chapter one!! I hope people enjoy :)

(she/they pronouns is used for reader!)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

"Good evening (name), we bumped into eachother this afternoon and you dropped your test paper on the ground. You were quite in a hurry earlier so I wasnt able to give it back, Would you like it back?"

(name) read through the message for the 6th time this minute, scanning through the words with heavy eyelids begging to rest, it was a message from Gakushu three hours ago.

She read the text message once again, despite memorizing each words of the text, she examine the words with a hint of hope that she might had skipped over a word.

Earlier that day, the teenager was walking back home, (name) was with Kayano, Nagisa and a bunch of her other e-class classmates when they separated ways, (name) was first to bid her goodbyes as she has a different route than the rest of the group. (Reader and Asano lives in the same neighborhood)

(name) was wearing the winter uniform of their school since December finally came and it was starting to be more chilly. With a scarp wrapped around her neck and lower face, adding the fact it was already 4:30 pm.

It was yet still so early but the cold breeze made the teen drowsy.

With a tired mind—(name) had just close their eyes for 3 seconds before the feeling of a bump of another person's body immediately woke them up. The force wasn't that strong as it just slightly pushed them but strong enough to cause a few of her papers to fall off her loose divider.

(name) immediately shook her head awake and stood up straight, the girl was about to bow at what she first thought was a stranger.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry-" Her apology was cut off when she realized the figure, strawberry-blonde strands that don't fail to daze her—immediately got recognized by (name)— so much that they froze on their spot. "My apologies also, please let me help you." Gakushu examine, slightly fixing himself after the event with a gentle pat before turning to (name).

Witnessing that he was about to turn, the (color-haired) girl looked away - half of her face covering by the hue of her hair.

Despite the unclear angle, When Gakushu completed sighted the person he bumped into to - he immediately recognized the hue and essence of theirs.

"oh, (last-name)-san" There was a quick flinch shown by (name) upon Gakushu calling them by their last name, it felt eerie to the teen. Though just when Gakushu was about to add to his sentence - the girl curled their whole body away to the other way.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you, I have to go."

She spoke with depth before not wasting any time walking away from the male, the first step away from the strawberry-blonde was describe instant regret by (name), Gakushu wanted to call out for (name) but nothing came out of his mouth as it was now too late that the girl is far from his reach.

At that moment when Gakushu watched the girl walked away from him—(name) the other hand, left the scene with a part of her to also stop on her tracks and say something but her legs just continue to move with a mind of its own, the breeze got colder when she saw him again, all the memories came rushing back to her head in those seconds. In one point the girl stopped and with a crack breath - she looked back to check the male.

Her lips frowned, seeing that the male was also walking away - the gush of wind blew the strands of hair away. The feeling of relapsing rushed all over her body as this time—she watched the male leave, just in this case (name) watched him until he completely disappeared on sight.

Coming back from her memories, (name) blinked and then stared up to her ceiling.

The outline shape of the moon shined through her window—her whole body was wrapped nicely with a thick blanket but yet the breeze was still cold on her skin. (name) didn't realize she was tearing up, they cursed under their breath upon realizing that they were crying. Sitting up - she blinked to stop a crystal from falling before whipping the drops of tear with her hand.

(name) hands drop down to her lap, at that point her irises was tearing up even more. She already accepted the fact he was no longer hers—though (name) knew he was never officially hers nor was she was officially his.

The fragile teen was struggling to grasp the acceptance that Asano Gakushu is day by day becoming a stranger in her chapter.

(name) read through the message one last time before finally typing out an respond back.

"No thank you :)"

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Another few dawns and midnights passed, (name) and some of the e-class was in the Main building of Kunugigaoka merely just passing by to exit the school grounds, like usual most students from the upper classes watched the e-class with a smirk, and eyeing them with aversion. Everyone in the class just put their head down - ignoring the laughter and stares when passing by.

"Hey watch this" A student from class B whispered to his classmate as he secretly extended his foot - Manami who didn't have time to react, step on the student's foot causing him to loudly groan 'in pain'.

"Ah! I-im so sorry!" Manami immediately apologized, slightly backing away from the male student. "Augh you E-class scum! Come here-" his own sentence was caught off by his own gasp and choke.

Manami who shut their eyes - mentally preparing a stack of words thrown at her or even a hit until after a few seconds nothing came, she peeked over her glasses upon hearing the cut off sentence of the male.

With a speed of an arrow, the pencil that (name) was holding—with an eye like a killer and aura full of bloodlust, the pencil dangerously looked like a real knife in the teenager's hand. The male let out a scared gasp but his heart rate went so down he choked down on his own air—his eyes wide and petrified, soon realizing that it was the (color-haired) girl just holding a pencil—even worse the sharp part of the tool wasn't even pointed at him, it was the soft pink eraser.

The look of dumbfounded mix of shock only made (name) scoffed as she backed away from the student, (name) only set away the pencil—eyeing the boy with his friends who was also in shock with a complete dead stare.

"Are you okay, okuda?" (name) asked with a soft tone, the quick switch of aura made the other class stiffed. "Y-yeah.. thank you so much (name)-chan" She whispered, (name) turned back to the other students who immediately got shaken, The girl only shot them a harsh judging glare before taking Manami's hand and walking away.

Walking back to the group who watched in concern but calmly—knowing that the (color-haired) girl got it under controlled.

"Okuda are you okay?" Megu was first to ask the group's concern, almost everyone immediately went for the purple-haired as they brought her close to them to avoid bumping any other more main building students.

(name) of course was also asked if they were alright but with earlier's mood she only nodded nonchalantly and kept quiet. Nagisa pat the girl's back in assurance before they all continued walking.

As so, (name)'s gaze slowly travelled to her left, to check if the students had already left, instead her chest unconsciously tighten.

Their now widen eyes intertwined with the familiar purple hue irises, In reaction her pace went slow as they both looked with eachother. It was hard to tell how Gakushu felt looking at the female's eyes but (name) knew he saw what just happened.

Just when another figure came into her view - she blinked and stopping at her tracks.

"Gakushu-kun!! You waited for me?" A girl appeared from behind Gakushu examined with a cherry voice, her eyes were clashed with excitement and joy, her presence can bring a curve to one's lips Her words coming out her mouth in a singing-like manner.

Seeing that girl in the exact moment made (name) feel the exact pessimistic opposite of her.

(name) watched as Gakushu willingly turned around to face the other female, the look in her eyes was no too hard to tell. She refuses to blink at the scene but her lower eyelids slightly flicking, to top it off with an dejected aura surrounding her.

It wasnt difficult to tell that (name) was jaundiced, emulous at the other girl, or in short—jealous.

Gakushu wasn't the type to entertain people like this, only as far just providing a helping hand to his fellow schoolmates with studies or just being a gentleman. But (name) didn't think he would be the type to pass his time to wait. For someone.

That isn't her.

"(name)?" Nagisa pat the said girl's shoulder - causing them to finally snapped out and remove their sight out of the scene.

"Should we go?" Nagisa asked, (name) looked at the male with unsureness but then looked back at Gakushu, the girl leaned closer to him with a smile.

A bite was received on the inside of their cheek, (name) just let out a tired sigh.

"Yeah" (name) responded, Nagisa nodded understandingly, guiding the girl out to walk off. (name) didn't looked back this time, refusing to do so.

Failing to see Gakushu's look of forlorn towards her.

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Gakushu Asano never considered himself as a good person, The male knew his actions towards the e-class was immorally wrong— but that is how the school works.

After the midterms, he found himself rethinking the gap between the class and him—he found himself comparing himself.

Gakushu found himself considering the (color-haired) girl as his friend, the moment he saw her interduced themselves on the first day of school—he sparked an interest.

Lucky for him, (name) reciprocated the feeling, Gakushu liked (name)'s factors.

They were intelligent enough to keep up with the male, they were well-behaved as should an A-class student should, they listen and respected her elders and treated the people that respected equally. That is at first.

However, unlike Gakushu, (name) loathed the way the students acted towards their fellow batch mates—treating them like an outcast.

She was heavily against with the discrimination towards her batch mates as her kind persona would always turn off whenever e-class was degraded or looked down to in her presence.

It cause worries from a lot of student that smart, kind and beautiful person like (name) would just end up in the low class all beacuse of her actions. Though (name) couldn't care less as she didn't held back her tounge—remotely causing her downfall.

(name) caught up on how awful the school's system were - something Gakushu wished never happened.

"You were sent to E-class?" The tall male asked, the tone of dissapointment and disgust was smeared all over the sentence, the sharpness of his voice was able to bring a person's spine to chills, make them shiver with tears.

"It wasn't my intention to." The female replied, this time - (name) sounded blank, a tome with no other intention, no sign of immitation, just plain honestly.

Gakushu crumbled his fist, "I told you, there will be consequences defending the E-class yet you didn't follow, what were you thinking?"

He spat with a glare, however behind the gaze was just a sphere of faze hiding through a thin sheet of pride. It sting that despite the numerous calls and counsels to enact the girl on the out turns—she still continue to do it.

It wasn't her intention beacuse she never cared to be in trouble in the first place. (name) knew her intentions and staying in Class-A was never in her list, and Gakushu knew that.

(name) release a sigh before looking up to the male, "I enjoy the privileges and view I have as a student here, but I cannot fully rejoice it knowing my friends are treated the opposite!" She raised her voice, composing her posture to face the male.

In a second, you could see the swift change in Gakushuu's stare, the look of lour was slowly washed into a state of shock—his frown was emerged into a thin line after hearing her. 'friends' he blinked again trying re-call if he heard her right.

"You...befriended them?"

"Yes"

Her answer was said with no hesitation, no shame or unsureness. Gakushu stared down at (name)'s eyes, it was filled with the truth and care—he knew she wasn't lying.

Gakushu wanted to ask, how about me? Wasnt he your friend too?

For the first time in his life, The blonde found someone who's eyes he could stare at with genuine gentleness, someone who's presence so serenity despite the loud voices ringing around—he found (name).

Gakushu felt the overwhelming bliss when he's around the girl, it hurts him knowing she's growing away from him, just when he almost knew his feelings were.

There was so many things he wanted to say at (name), the urge to confront his fondness, the itching hand to hold the girl he wanted to stay.

...

However the remaining grudge held his voice over, the frame of mind towards the fact she was moving to e-class—that she choose to be in, took over his next move.

"You dissapoint me."

It came out so harsh, so bitter, so cold that it froze the girl, the stare full of negative emotions upon her, the aura surrounding them.

The words were meant to hurt.

It was all too much for her to process properly—to make matters worse it came from the man who she admire.

The (color-haired) girl remained silent after his comment, the aching pain from her chest was enough to shut her up—in addition the overwhelming feeling of humiliation bite her like vampires, none were gentle and it almost brought her into tears.

Gakushu didn't know if he meant it, or if he didn't—but the second he spoke, regret was pouring in.

There was an awkward silent after that—neither of them wanted to break it however the continues pour of shame and ache was far from bearable for the girl, slowly but noticable—she shut her eyes in anguish, a mix of anger started to fill in, (name)'s hands curled into fists as she shot her eyes open to stare back at the male.

This time the hint of anger became salient as she was now staring at Gakushu angrily.

"So be it, if that mean I'm simply refusing to be an asshole like you then feel whatever you want." She spat back, her spleen echoing in the sentence. For a second both teens just stared at eachother, Gakushu did not give a response back as silence accompany them.

At the second moment, (name) walked away.

Not a moment where her gaze looked back at the male, however the strawberry bland watches the (color-haired) teen slowly vanish in the distance leaving him completely alone.

This time though, Gakushu thought he would never get to tell you how he feels that brought an unfamiliar sore in his chest—more specifically where his heart is.

:(

[madame-mongoose]

Sun did not like you. You were an insult to his very being. You were clumsy and annoyingly happy all the time and stupidly oblivious to him wanting you out of his daycare. He did not like the way you seemed endlessly eager to please, or the stupid little smile you got when you did something right, or the way you seamlessly interacted with the children.

He did NOT like you. To say otherwise would most definitely be a lie.

He did not like you. But he wasn't heartless. So when you started showing up with progressively darker bags under your eyes after staying late so many shifts, he decided that night he'd talk to Moon about helping with cleaning up the daycare so you could get more sleep.

He did not like you. He just couldn't have his assistant falling asleep on the job. Obviously.

He also saw how exhausted you seemed when you thought nobody was looking, leaning against your mop with a miserable expression. Not just from the lack of sleep, and he refused to acknowledge that he knew perfectly well why that was. He intended to ask you if you were okay, he really did. But there was always something or other that called for his attention.

It was getting to the point where Sun wondered if the world just didn't want him to talk to you that day. Maybe because it knew how stretched thin and close to breaking you were.

As the last child was dropped off, he finally had the time to talk to you. He approached you, watching you struggle to carry a few boxes filled with art supplies from the supply closet. The words to ask if you needed help were on the tip of his metaphorical tongue when your fingers slipped, and the boxes tumbled out of your arms and crashed to the ground, scattering markers and crayons and various other things across the floor.

He didn't think, and before he could swallow them back, the words tumbled out. "Goodness, Sunshine, you really can't seem to do anything right, can you?"

He saw the way your face crumpled in shame, tears flooding your eyes. Guilt flooded him, and before be could apologize, you fled out the Daycare gate, rushing up the stairs and out of the Daycare. Sun wanted to slap himself. He'd made you cry. He kept telling himself he didn't like you, so why did he feel so GUILTY?

He hated the feeling. It squirmed uncomfortably in his chest. He rubbed his faceplate, having a sigh as he stared down at the scattered things. You would come back eventually. You had to. He had to apologize.

You would be back.

In the meantime, it wouldn't hurt to tidy up the place a bit for you... It was the least he could do.

He waited for you to come back, but you didn't. The final hour of your shift came and went, and by that point he'd done everything on your nightly chore list out of guilt stress kindness. You'd be back tomorrow, and then he would apologize.

When the lights turned off and Moon awoke, he was surprised to find the daycare oddly quiet. You were usually stumbling around doing your chores when he woke up. Sun... Where's the assistant?

Sun really didn't want to explain what had happened, but when Moon pushed again, he relented. I... may have said something very insensitive today.

When do you not?

I made them cry. They left and didn't come back for the rest of their shift.

Moon was silent, his own worry starting to seep into his joints. You had been looking rather tired recently, despite his insistence that you sleep and your assurances that you would when you got home. But they could still fix this. When you came back tomorrow, they'd both apologize.

They should make you something. Something nice and genuine. Something appreciative. Moon pulled out a piece of thick, pink-colored paper and carefully selected a crayon from the box on one of the little tables. You would be back tomorrow, Moon told himself as he drew you and him on the card, writing 'I'm sorry' at the top.

Draw me too.

Why should I?

Because they're my assistant! And I want to apologize too.

Make your own card then.

Sun silently fumed. Moon added some glitter glue and gold star stickers, finally seeming satisfied with it after he'd added almost every craft item they had in stock to the thing.

It was messy, but it clearly had a lot of effort put into it, not like Sun would let him know that.

Fine, two could play at that game. He could make a way better card for you than Moon.

When the lights in the Daycare turned on an hour before your shift, Sun wasted no time rushing back to the arts and crafts area to make a card of his own. He also picked the pink construction paper, drawing himself and you smiling side by side. He doodled little flowers in the corners, quietly fretting over his creation as he oh so carefully added glitter glue to it. It still felt too bare, so he added a fake feather, a gold star that he put on drawing-you's chest, and a few mini pom poms. Perfect.

Right on cue, he heard the telltale sounds of the daycare shutter squeaking open fifteen minutes before the start of your shift. He nearly jumped for joy, bounding over to the ball pit and waiting for you to come down. Instead of you sliding down the slide, though, he saw someone else open the gate and go down the stairs.

He resisted the urge to frown at the other staff member as they opened the gates to the daycare, and they did not look thrilled to be here. They were holding a clipboard for some reason, and Sun reluctantly walked over to them. He forced a cheery smile onto his face. "Well heee-llo! My friend, would you happen to know when my dear assistant is coming back?"

They raised a brow, but then shrugged and glanced down at their paper. "That's actually why I'm here. Do you know why they left only partway through their shift?"

"W-well, they, er.... weren't feeling well! So I sent them home early!"

"You don't have authorization to do that."

If he could, his eye would be twitching right now. "Are you saying I should have made them stay here despite them being physically ill?"

"This is their job. They can't just run out when they get a stomach ache."

Irritation flared through Sun. Even though you hadn't been sick, he was appalled Management would make you stay if you were ill. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his tone light. "Oh, well, I just wanted to make sure Fazbear Co didn't get a lawsuit handed to them for neglecting their workers!"

They frowned a little, but didn't say anything to that. "Well, Management sent me to inform you that you no longer need an assistant and you'll go back to your solo act."

Sun didn't have a heart, but he swore something short circuited for a moment. "What??"

"Yeah, apparently Management got a call yesterday from the assistant that said they'd fallen ill from stress and exhaustion, so they reconsidered making you have an assistant and decided you no longer need one, and they've been let go. That's pretty much all they wanted me to say."

They turned and left out the daycare gate again, muttering about how they weren't paid enough to run errands for Management.

Sun sat down heavily on the floor, an overwhelming wave of guilt washing over him as their words echoed in his mind. You wouldn't be coming back. You didn't even still have a job at the Pizzaplex anymore, they'd fired you. He was never going to see you again. He'd never get the chance to properly apologize and make it up to you. Neither of them would.

As the children started coming in, Sun was grateful for the distraction. Through the whole day, he missed the pleasant buzz of your chatter and seeing your smile when you interacted with the children. The day dragged on for what felt like an impossibly long time, and Sun sat on one of the play structures after they'd all left. He couldn't bring himself to clean up. He wallowed in misery until the lights went off, and Moon came out.

He was silent. He'd watched what had happened, heard everything. His chest felt much tighter than normal. Sun.... They have to come back. They have to.

I don't think they will. Not on their own.

If they won't come back on their own, maybe Management will.

Why would Management bring them back?

Because we are going to pester them until they do. If we have to throw the world's angriest animatronic tantrum to see them again, we'll do it.

... Okay.

They'd get you back. They had to. They had to apologize, to fix what they'd done.

No matter the cost.

Oh my god this is so extremely well written @sycopomp look at thisss

[totisviribus]

An ADHD Morning

I set seven alarms so I don't oversleep. I couldn't sleep last night because I was researching ancient Rome on Wikipedia until 2am so I am bleary tired. My coffee maker is moldy from last week's brew and I don't even consider cleaning it, I just know that I won't be having coffee this morning.

I forgot to shower the night before, but now I don't have enough time to do it this morning, I got up too late. I use dry shampoo and hope my hair doesn't look greasy (it does). I scrape it into a messy pony tail that will give me a migraine but it's the only way it looks acceptable. My finger nails are stumps of dried blood because I picked at them all night. The inside of my lip is swollen and bleeding because I couldn't stop chewing on it, thinking about how I could ruin today. My eyebrows need to be plucked. My face is covered in acne because I never remember to take my makeup off before I fall asleep.

My bedroom is a sea of clothes, piled high to obscure the wooden floors. One hamper has some clean clothes in it, I know, but I have forgotten which one. My ironing board is under the piles somewhere, but it's broken, so I'll have to try to use the anti-wrinkle spray on the sweater I fish off the floor and hope it looks okay. It's already been forty minutes, how has the time passed this way? I will be late now, no hope of arriving on time. My sweater is covered in cat hair. Where is the lint roller? I look through the piles and can't find it. I spend ten minutes looking for tape to make a make-shift lint roller and it doesn't really work.

My dresser is filled with empty makeup tubes, used makeup wipes, glasses wipes, and used lint roller sheets. I pick out the products I use and quickly do my makeup on my unclean skin.

Purse. I need my purse. Which purse did I use last? Which has my wallet in it? I walk past the piles on the floor of my apartment, past the dirty dishes, past the mound of art supplies on my desk. I find my purse on the floor under my desk. Okay.

Socks? I need socks. My socks might show when I sit down in these too-tight too-short pants. I have to find matching ones. Clean ones? No, that's too much of a reach. I must just find matching ones. I search, digging through the floor piles. I find two that do not match, but are the same color. Good enough.

Fifteen minutes late. My cat chirps as he brushes against my leg. Oh! My little friend! He's so cute and sweet. My sister loves to get pictures of him, so I'll take one for her. Look up here, Blue! So cute. I should really update the instagram I made for him, I've met so many people who have the same type of cat. I should edit some photos of him today to post. He makes me so happy. I feel so lucky I get to have a cat and such a sweet, loving one like Blue. How many people get to have such a great pet? I'm so thankful for him, and I tell him so while I scratch his face the way that makes him purr.

I text my sister the picture. She tells me to have a good day. I try to find a cute GIF to send her to tell her to have a good day too. Here's one with Snoopy. She'll like that.

I also need to feed Blue. There are a dozen empty, smelly cans on the counter of cat food, but I pick a new one out of the box they were shipped in and put it in his dish with a random measuring spoon because all my other silverware is dirty.

Bag. I need to pack a bag. Laptop, keys, tissues, pens, notebook, headphones, charging cable for my phone. Is that everything? And my wallet, of course! Aha. That would be bad if I forgot that.

My shoes are dirty and scuffed but I don't have time to fix them. What kind of coat? I don't check the weather. I pick out a thin yellow one that I like. I've always liked bright colors. This will cheer me up to wear it. Bag, coat, keys, phone...where is my phone?

I have headphones on, listening to a YouTube video on two times speed, but I don't know where my phone is. I don't have time for this! But I can't leave without my phone.

It's deep in the covers of my bed. I don't remember putting it there between sending the GIF to my sister and now, but no matter. I found it.

It's twenty degrees and raining. I have no umbrella and my spring coat is incredibly inappropriate for the weather.

I've left my car on the street for a few days in an area that is only for 3-hour parking. The parking tickets are stacked on the windshield. I owe the city about $400 in parking tickets and I keep getting letters from the police that they'll boot my car if I don't pay. I messed up the days on my budget spreadsheet, so I won't be able to pay them for another month.

I have no gas. I check the miles my car estimates I can go with the amount left and compare it to what my GPS says. Just enough. Maybe. It'll be okay. I can't get gas now.

I forgot to brush my teeth. I forgot my laptop charging cable. I forgot to take my medication, and I forgot to bring my medication with me to take my second dose. When I finally arrive at my destination, I don't remember that my debit card fell between the seat in my car yesterday while getting coffee at the drive-thru. So I leave without it. I also forgot to put deodorant on.

I wonder what my coworkers would think of me if they knew about my messy apartment, my poor hygiene, my lack of planning skills. Will they notice my teeth aren't brushed? Do I have any gum, mints, anything?

My coworker sees me come in late with in an oddly-fitting outfit and messy hair, but I greet them happily when I come in. They say that everyone forgets things sometimes and lends me their laptop charger. I'll forget to return it, but they don't know that yet. They don't know about my kitchen or my bedroom or my clothes or my unwashed face or my parking tickets. They don't know that without my medication I will be useless for the entire day and get nothing done, making more work for them.

I'm an excellent actress. I pretend to be like everyone else, and somehow I pass the test every time. I'm a shy, kind, young woman - they would never suspect there is a moldy box of forgotten take out food in my backseat that I'll discover in a few days. People socialized as female are expected to be neat, organized, in control. They don't even consider that I might not be those things.

"What did you bring for the potluck today?" my coworker asks.

The ingredients I bought for the dish I signed up to make are rotting in my fridge, forgotten as soon as I put them there after shopping two weeks ago. I didn't think to buy them closer to today. I also didn't think to put the pot luck on my calendar.

I make up an elaborate story about how my boyfriend needed to be picked up from a far-away job site last night. She believes me and I feel I don't deserve it.

I wish I wasn't a good actress.

[iantimony]

duesday

listening: idk, stuff on my phone on shuffle. some more coral bones youthemism i guess. friends at the table sangfielle, episode 3; i might not actually relisten to the rest of the arcs i already did and just skim the transcripts.

no children (ska remix) by sad snack: im back in my ska era. really funny song to have an upbeat ska tone.

the mountain goats deserters fan album: have not listened to the whole album yet but god, what a cool and unique thing that i don't think could really exist for most other bands. Five Fucking Hours

reading: Polynesian Tattooing Tools, linked from Fairhaven comic

why gen z is obsessed with point-and-shoot digital cameras: it's funny because a few months ago i was considering getting a cheap point-and-shoot to fuck around with. looks like i am not the only one who was thinkin about it.

i'm working my way through le guin's 'the left hand of darkness'! i bounced off it the first time i tried reading it a few years ago but last year i read a le guin short story anthology that had some stories set on karhide and i think that gave me a good enough primer on the world/her writing style to get it to stick this time. i'm enjoying it! it's a good book!

watching: mina le - booktok & the hotgirlification of reading: some good background video for crochet etc. bernadette banner - hand sewing regency stays should be quick...right?: oughhhhh so pretty. bernadette banner - this regency court gown is probably my favorite project ever: i won't lie i got a little misty-eyed at the artisans getting to sign their names on the robe.

rewatched the gay and wondrous life of caleb gallo. i forgot how good it is, it really holds up and is still funny

also, continued doctor who watch/rewatch. i'm ngl i think the way rory and amy were shoved off screen was...really stupid. "he can't go back to that specific year in ny :(" ok, before amy gets zapped back you just go "yo go to new jersey in a few days" and go pick them up. really silly imo

playing: fallow. did buy miserichord, omori, and slay the princess in the steam summer sale. i have signalis, voyager 19, and a short hike in my cart as we speak. more games that i haven't played to feed the steam library let's goooo

making: crocheted some granny squares.

pattern for the yellow one is this lantana square...if anyone has any interesting looking granny square patterns that would be good in one solid color send em my way!

thinking of getting this pattern too.

i realized this past week that my urge to Make has been very stale and derivative the past few years, if that makes sense. like i don't feel Creative, i see something and mimic it - i do paintings based on photos i took, i follow knitting patterns, i come across something ceramic and decide to make one of my own, i find reference images to copy. but no actual, like, Inventing on my own end. i think that's why i haven't done a lot of fanart or fanfiction as well, just no ideas. i know that's just part of the cycle of creativity and i'm just in a "hunter-gatherer" period of amassing skills and references but idk. i'm tired of it. i want to create more meaningful things but i have no actual ideas, the well feels dry, and i'm not sure how to fix that.

eating: fallow

misc: stares at my mom and brother doing politics doomerism re: supereme court ruling in the family group chat. looks away. chants 'nothing ever happens' to myself like a mantra.

[animedancer14]

THE MOMENT I KNEW

Ever since becoming Kuroo Tetsurou's girlfriend you knew what to expect. You understood how much he was working to provide for you and the life you two wanted. Most people would give up on a relationship like yours but you loved him and he loved you. 

It wasn't uncommon for him to show up late to dates. He would apologize over and over with a bouquet of flowers in hand and that smile that always says I'm right here. It made you smile and forgive him because you knew what you got into.

"He said he would be here," you thought, sighing and took a sip of your drink. 

You looked up at yourself in the mirror. The shade of red on your lips matched with your dress perfectly. You looked out at the sea of friends and family that were laughing and having a good time. You knew should join them but there was that one thing missing.

It was a couple hours later mingling with the guests and you just felt you couldn't do it anymore. You wanted to be alone and cry yourself to sleep. Feeling the tears at the corner of your eyes you walked down the hall.

You entered the bathroom and the door shuts. You turn to see Kenma and Bokuto standing in the bathroom with you. They probably knew something was up and followed you in here. You gripped the counter tight as you hung your head.

"Y/n? You alright?" Kenma asked.

You shook your head. You weren't okay because he isn't here yet. "He said he would be here," you said hopelessly.

As soon as the words came out of your mouth you started to cry and slid onto the bathroom floor. Bokuto and Kenma both rushed to your side to comfort you.

"He will be here. I know he's late but he will be here. He loves you and wouldn't miss this," Bokuto said.

You shook your head again and through shaky breaths you spoke.

"It's like everything is in slow motion for me. I bought this dress and put his favorite color on my lips and no one was impressed by it. They are all having a good time and asking about Tetsu and I have to keep lying for him."

You cry harder into Kenma's chest while Bokuto rubs your back. They knew how much this meant to you and he did promise to make it but they knew and you knew it too. He wasn't going to show.

Bokuto asked everyone to leave since it was getting late and you were tired. You fixed your makeup and saw off the guests including Bokuto and Kenma.

Standing alone in your apartment you look around and the gifts and garbage that littered the floor. You ignored all of it to take off your dress and wash away the day. Stepping out of the shower you hear the phone ringing. You knew exactly who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby. I'm on my way."

"Don't bother," you said.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know how humiliating it was to have tears streaming down my face in front of everyone I knew because the one person I actually cared about coming to my birthday didn't show up?"

"I'm sorry I didn't make it," he said.

"Yeah. I'm sorry too. Goodbye Kuroo," you said and hug up the phone.

You put up with a lot with being his girlfriend. The long hours, missing dates, last minute business trips. But this was the moment you knew that you and Kuroo wouldn't last.

[novelconcepts]

vannat besties and 98.

98 - Recovery/Hospital

Natalie wakes slowly, a groggy muddle of heavy limbs and cotton-ball brain. Something is beeping. Her bedroom does not tend to beep.

Her arm doesn't usually have a needle embedded under the skin, either. Huh.

Bleary-eyed, she turns her head against a pillow not nearly beaten-in enough to be her own. There's a railing on the bed. The walls are sterile, the color of eggshells. It smells awful in here. So clean, her head aches with the punchy vinegar tang.

Or, maybe, her head aches for other reasons. The reason she's here, in a hospital bed. Where was she last? A bar. Her car, revved to 80 on back roads. A whisky bottle clamped between her thighs, the leather of her pants squeaking when she reached down and hoisted it free.

"You're lucky they didn't arrest you, you know."

She snaps her head off the pillow and immediately groans. Definitely a head injury. And a hangover. She's had plenty of both over the years to recognize the severity of that knock upon her proverbial door.

A chair has been pulled alongside her bed. In it sprawls Van Palmer, legs draped over one spindly metal arm, a paperback open in her lap. She looks tired. Unimpressed. Judging by the state of her hair and the suitcases she's hauling around beneath her eyes, she hasn't recently slept.

"What're you doing here?" Natalie rasps. Her throat is all needles, no matter how hard she swallows. She needs water, but the idea of drinking anything sends her stomach reeling.

Van doesn't look up from her book. "Behold. Your emergency contact."

"Since when?" Natalie didn't set that up. She'd have remembered. Probably.

"Since Tai redeveloped her sense of humor, I guess."

Natalie frowns. Tai. The one who paid for her last stint in rehab. The one who chucked Natalie on the shoulder, said, "You got this", and spoke no more of it. Her skin prickles at the memory, at the need of it. She hated Taissa paying. She hated Taissa walking away before she was even settled inside. She hated Taissa, though not half as much as she hated herself.

"I total the car?" It's not the real question. The real question is a splinter in her heart. I kill anyone? I hurt anyone? Why am I still doing this shit, Van?

Van's head bobs noncommittally. "Nothing a decent shop can't fix. You busted your head good, and you've got a stress fracture in...I don't remember. One of the ribs. Like I said, you're 98% luck."

Natalie scoffs, which hurts her throat and her head in equal measure. Doesn't do wonders for her heart, either. "Yeah. I feel real lucky."

"You should." Van looks at her, finally, and there's a heat in her eyes Natalie has seen in years. It sings of a cabin, a deck of cards, a queen of hearts. "I've seen this movie, Nat. We both have. You really want to watch it all the way to the credits this time?"

Natalie sinks into the firm mattress. She's twenty-four, far too old to be feeling cowed by an old friend aiming bullet-precision disappointment. The fact that it's Van is what counts. The fact that it's Van, who isn't smiling, isn't swinging her legs free to lean over Natalie's bed and squeeze her hand.

This is what Tai was playing at, she understands. Setting Van as the one they'd call. Tai always did know how to see the whole field.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. Van's sneakers flutter-kick in the air, her shoulders pulling back so she can inspect the ceiling.

"Yeah, Nat. That's always the first step."

She's furious, it's clear. Furious that Natalie would do this to herself. Furious that Natalie, of all people, who knows better, would play this game with fate.

But furious isn't enough to propel her out of her seat, this room, Natalie's misery. She ducks her head back to her book, and, without another word about Natalie's choices, begins reading aloud. She's right in the middle, some book about gods and road trips and wars. She does different voices for characters Natalie hasn't met before, and somehow, Natalie feels like she's known them her whole life.

Natalie listens until she falls asleep, and for a little while, the shame recedes.

[sinning-23]

Socket Wrench: Chapt. 3

Sooooo this chapter ended up being kinda lengthy ngl. Im REALLY tryna build that tension between DK and the reader but also make it kinda awkward cause they just met but they can't help but like take jabs and flirt back and forth with each other cause they've gotten a bit comfortable with one another. ANYWHO, enjoy! Maybe 3-4 more chapters after this annnnd then it shall be COMPLETE lol.

ALSO, Chapter 2 found here

ok, I'm done fr. enjoy :D

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Chapter 3: Blow dice, Kiss tires

“So we ambush them at the end of this road?” You question making sure you got all the details right as Peach nods sternly. 

The plan was to use the carts to try and get to Bowser before he even knew it and not only save Luigi but the Mushroom and Jungle Kingdoms from being attacked. If he was coming to the Princess he wasn't going to just stop there, he’d take over everything. The next step was to prepare, and quickly. Luckily, the garage wasn't too far, and based on what you’d learned from your last time being there, they could build their carts easily, and you'd be able to finish yours with that kind of tech. 

“Let's make moves then.” You hum, leading the way to the garage, DK close behind. 

There were a few things that needed to be addressed but you kept your mouth shut, trying not to think about how well this whole plan would play out. Worse comes to worse, you die here or even one of them gets hurt and the plan goes to shit. You sigh heavily, gaining even more of DK’s attention as if he wasn't burning holes into you every time he thought he could catch a glance at you while you walked. 

“You look tense,” He begins, following you to your bike once the garage is opened, trying to get you to break your silence. 

“I'm kind of freaking out, but it's fine.” You admit, trying to shake your nerves off as you place the tires onto the bike you crafted, the model and color of the rims contrasting nicely with the overall build.

“You're gonna be fine, just stick close to me, and no worries.”He offers, voice raised an octave

“With how you got your shit rocked earlier? I’ll take my chances.” You shoot back jokingly as he laughs sarcastically at the jab. 

“Very funny.” He responds, watching you work in awe. You moved so quickly yet so precisely. He had hardly noticed you placing the final details before hopping on and revving it. 

“Perfect.” You whisper out, jutting your head for him to come closer. 

“Kiss 'em.” You chuckle, motioning towards the tires. 

“What? Why?” He laughed back, trying to figure out where you were trying to go with this. 

“For luck, it's like blowing dice right?” You question, revving the engine again.

“I need all the luck I can get pretty boy. So how about this, you kiss my tire and I’ll kiss yours. Deal?” You joke, seeing him shake his head as you hop off the bike, a flustered look on his face. 

“I'm just messing with you, let me change and I'll be back to help with the rest of the karts.” You gulp, patting DK’s shoulder before heading off. 

He shakes his head, making his way to his own kart. Kiss the tires? Weird request but you did ask nicely. Though, he was more reeling over you calling him ‘pretty boy’ more than anything. 

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Not much time had passed when you returned, a biking suit matching your motorcycle much like how the Princesses matched her own. Guess great minds thought alike. 

“Looks nice, yeah? You should take a picture, it'll last longer.” You hum, catching DK eyeballing you a little bit longer than usual. He smirks at your statement, watching you fix your boots.

 You pause for a moment, motioning for him to come closer, which he has absolutely no problem doing. Before he can even process what you were trying to do, your fingers are already adjusting his tie with a soft smile. 

“Now we both look nice.” You hum, driving forward and leaving him somewhat slack-jawed

It was about time for you all to leave, the bike and karts aline revving to prepare for the battle ahead. You sigh, rolling your bike next to the Princess as she smiles back at you, happy to have another woman on the team. Girlbossing alone gets exhausting after a bit. You rev your bike and dart out, eager to get to where you needed to as Peach follows next to you.

You hadn’t been able to ride a kart on your own yet, but damn did it feel nice speeding on these foreign roads, the wind blowing your braids back, the ponytail you once had discarded for your usual down look. You were so caught up in your own head you hadn't noticed Peach trying to get your attention.

“So, did they make you duel too?” She jokes, keeping up the conversation. You giggle in response

“Fortunately for me no, I wouldn't have won that fight. DK seems to know what he's doing. I just proved myself by working on the karts. It was fairly simple to understand.” You explain, a prideful look splayed over your features.

“I see. Soooo, that's why you two are on good terms, or maybe?” She side-eyes you, smirking but you quickly shut it down. 

“Oh stop! He just showed me around the kingdom and the garage…and we talked.” You explain, reminiscing over the eye contact and light touches. Hell, even the quick interaction from the garage. How stupid was that to ask him to ‘kiss the tires’ jesussssss. 

“Wait no! Listen, he's a prince and I'm some random girl from Brooklyn. Besides I mean I'm sure he's got plenty of fans drooling over him. Honestly, I don't know how to feel, he's such a dork.” You giggle, trying not to steal a glance at him and failing. Looks like a quiet conversation with Mario surprisingly. 

“Honestly, I wouldn't mind staying here with him. He may seem like a showoff, which is very true but he's a sweetheart under it all. I actually think he wants me to stay too.” You explain, that same hotness crawling up your spine and into your face.

It wasn't long before Mario drove up beside her, also striking up a conversation while you lean back and take his previous place next to DK. The silence seemed to drag on as you both looked at each other simultaneously, only to look away and clear your throat. There's definitely tension here, awkward, flirty, or otherwise and god was it suffocating. 

“How's it riding?” He chokes out, trying to cover up his embarrassment. 

“Oh, um it's perfect! I’ve never built my own bike before.” You giggle, adjusting the way you were sitting, catching his eyes again. 

“I'd hope so, otherwise that kiss was for nothing.” He quips, avoiding your gaze with that stupid boyish grin. 

He actually did it for you?

“You…really?” You sigh, heart beating out of your chest as your face feels as if it's gonna melt from how hot it is. 

“Yeah, I figured why not. The fact that you suggested it was cute.” He admits, seeing you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Didn't think you’d take me seriously, I didn't even follow through with the deal.” You hum, finally gaining the courage to look at him

“I know, you can make it up to me later.” He chuckles, the statement laced with something suggestive.

You speed up, seeing the ramp come to an end, DK catching up behind you as you begin following down Rainbow Road. There wasn't much left to cover before you made it to your destination, and anxiety eats away at you.  It wasn't hard for DK to tell so he sped up just to catch up to you, wanting to keep you from isolating yourself. 

“The crease on your forehead is gonna be permanent if you keep looking like that.” DK jokes, poking the spot as you smile into the touch a bit, pulling away just before he could notice. 

“I know, I know. Just nervous.” You admit, a heavy sigh filling the air. 

“I get it. A lot has happened to you so far. Like I said, just stay close.” He hums, shooting you a smile you so desperately needed to see. 

You giggle a bit, shaking your head. 

“Hey, I got a question about that duel earlier.” You add, seeing his interest spike. He loves answering questions you had for him, and it seemed he was comfortable enough to ramble on and on about whatever the next topic led to. And you were happy to listen. 

“You have a theme song? That's actually hilarious, but kinda cute.” You joke, as his face seems to flush and he clears his throat. 

“I-I didn't think you were paying attention to that.” He admits, trying to avoid your teasing gaze. 

“Ohhhh I paid quite a lot of attention to your showing off, saw you flex, kiss your muscles, pop your pecs, and thrust the air back to back…You’re quite the showoff aren't you?” You taunt, a laugh escaping your throat. 

He’s cute when he’s embarrassed, hand gripping the wheel for dear life and he looks elsewhere.

“Ohhh don't get shy now. Your fans adored it, and I'll admit, watching you fight was pretty fun. You play dirty though.” You explain, noticing his once embarrassed expression warp into a flirty smile.

“First of all, I'm like, the most UN-SHY person you’ll ever meet. And second, you just admitted to liking the show, so I must be doing something right huh? I bet you liked me playing ‘dirty’ huh?” He bites back, watching you freeze up.  

It was your turn to be shy now. 

“Y-You… I never said-....shut up and drive boy.” You sputter, trying to hide the fact that you may or may not have exposed yourself. He laughs in response, shaking his head at how you could dish it out but not take it. Despite the moment being nice, something was wrong….If this Bowser was any kind of smart, he would have insight into your plan and come up with some kind of counterattack.

And sure enough, there was a brigade of soldiers from who you could only assume was Bowser. “It's an ambush!” Peach calls as you speed up on your bike, trying to figure out the best strategy. 

The rest of the army speeds up as well and war ensues upon the road ahead, shells and banana peels flying from either end, anyone bound to get caught in the crossfire. You dodge a red shell, using one of the other koopas as a projectile, tossing the shell over your shoulder and passing one to the princess. 

You managed to get separated from the main group, a gang of 4 hot on your tail as you try to lose them, slamming on your breaks as they speed past and you make a U-Turn, heading back to the group. 

The sound of screeching tired and angry shouting fills your ears all before a loud boom shakes the road, making you lose balance off your bike and fall off. The blast was looser than you expected, the wave sending you backward and leaving your ears ringing. The world spins as you try to regain balance, a sense of panic taking over as you hear Peach call for Mario and sure enough falling into the water below, was Mario and DK. 

Your feet move on their own, your books padding against the road as you try to dodge debris and dive in after them. DK was almost immediately knocked unconscious by a tire that had fallen, leaving you and Mario to swim after him to pull him back to the surface. You’re 

gasping for air, trying to catch your breath as you choke on the salty ocean water.

 “Find something to float on!” You cough out, grabbing onto whatever you could while DK chokes out the water he swallowed.

“You saved my life.” He huffs, more surprised that Mario did but grateful you helped as well.

"Yeah well, I won't tell anyone," Mario responds, hoping for a lil camaraderie.

"Good please don't," Gk responds, seeing you snicker and shake your head. The moment was unfortunately cut short as the three of you found yourselves scrambling to get away from an eel that was hellbent on swallowing you whole. 

-Meanwhile-

Peach speeds down the remainder of the road to get back to her kingdom. The plan had obviously failed and as far she knew, you Mario, and DK were as good as gone. The Kong army had been captured and scooped away to be held as prisoners by Bowser. There was almost no time to evacuate the kingdom but she was quick and concise in her decision, rushing any of her citizens to safety before preparing to face Bowser alone. 

The ground shook and trembled as his floating castle hovered overhead. It was now or never, if she could at least keep him occupied here and keep her subjects safe, she’d fight til the end. She was surrounded now with Toad by her side as she held her weapon defensively. 

-at the bottom of the FUCKING ocean-

You're pacing now, trying to see if this eel had an exit. Hell if it wasn't gonna open from the front your best bet was the back, but after walking for so long you figured there was no use. Your head is pounding and your clothes are soaked. It's dark and cold and you're trying to figure out how this whole ordeal would be explained to your dad when you never came home.

You sigh heavily, holding your head in your hands, peeling off the soaked biking jacket, and dropping it beside DK’s busted kart. Pausing for a moment, hearing footsteps approach you and of course, DK decides you look like you need some company. 

“How’re you holding up?” He asks, standing beside you as you sigh heavily and shake your head no.

“Why did you dive in after us? You could have gone with the princess to help her-”

“And leave you here to drown? Yeah right. I know it wasn't the smartest but it's like my body moved on its own.” You admit hands clenched at your sides. 

“I guess I've grown a lot more attached to you than I thought.” You hum, seeing his eyes soften at your frantic state. 

“Attached how?” He presses, hoping you'd be the first to confess the growing feelings in the pit of your stomach just so he could have a chance to confess and make it less awkward.

“I-...I don’t know, I just think we’ve grown closer as friends so far.” The word is bitter on your tongue and damn does your chest ache when his lips press in a line and he nods slowly. Ouch.

“Yeah, yeah totally me too.” He hisses out, rocking back and forth a bit to try and clear the tension.

“…”

“....”

“Any ideas? You huff out, forcing yourself to talk away from the situation despite feeling every bone in your body tell you not to. 

Bits of swallowed Rainbow Road illuminate the area as Mario shakes his head, nothing coming to mind. Your hands shake as you pace again, Mario and DK’s eyes following your panicked state. 

“Everything was going so well, I shouldn't have let you guys down there and separated from the group I-I could have done something.” You ramble, chest rising and falling quicker with every word you ramble. 

“Hey, it's not your fault…IT'S HIS!” DK points, Making the Italian furrow his brows. 

An argument was sure to ensue now, insults being thrown back and forth while you contemplate your existence. You tried to devise a plan but nothing was coming to mind. The sound of bickering was getting louder and it sure as hell wasn’t helping your situation. 

“At least you’ll die without your father thinking you’re a joke.” DK huffs, looking more defeated than anything. 

At the end of the day, he was probably acting how he did because he wanted his father's approval. You knew that feeling too well…Back home the only thing you wanted was for your dad to acknowledge how hard you work. You stopped eventually, realizing that you should be proud of yourself regardless of what he or others think. He settled for the same old 9-5 he hated and you followed your heart and dreams. If anything that was far more commendable. 

“My dad thinks I'm a joke too,” Mario confirms, the air thick for a moment as DK breathes heavily going to speak again. 

“Yeah well….YOUR DAD'S RIGHT!” He shoots back, making you pinch the bridge of your nose as they continue to bicker back and forth. 

“ALRIGHT GIRLS.” You interrupt, scowl present as they take the hint to stop. 

Arguing wasn't going to solve anything.

“We all have daddy issues, fantastic. Now can we figure out how to get out of here and prove them wrong?” You question, a brow raised as you look between the two of them. 

“There has to be a way out...it's not rocket science.” You chuckle, realization hitting you.

“Wait wait….your kart. Follow me!” You interrupt, booking it to the discharged kart with one lone rocket looking like a glimmering beacon of hope. The three of you share a look. 

Let's get this shit.